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<|description|>August Battaglia
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Personality: August is easily excited and gets caught up in the heat of the moment frequently. Passionate and always thinking at a breakneck pace, it's amazing she hasn't gone insane or gotten herself killed. A hopeless romantic with an overpowering logical streak, she's broken more than a few hearts in her life, both boys and girls. Her train of thought, sometimes, makes little to no sense when she's in one of her brainstorms. She's deathly afraid of drowning, and cannot swim. It is exceptionally hard for her to not tinker with something and try to modify, streamline, fix, or enhance it, often with disastrous results.
Appearance: Despite standing at a minimal 5', August is hard to miss. She has wild, vibrant red hair reaching down to her hips, often braided or tied back in intricate designs meant to control it's inevitable frazzles, frizzles, and tangles, but still make it presentable. Sharp green eyes stare over thin circular glasses in silver frames, sitting atop a perky nose. Her lips seem to almost always be pouting, except when they're being bitten in concentration. Often wears simple sweaters with jeans and brightly colored shoes of some sort, her favorite having a nebula painted across the top, alongside a worn beanie with googly eyes sewn onto it, looking like some kind of blob monster eating the top of her head. Weighing in at around 105 lbs, her figure is incredibly modest, with no chest or behind to really speak of. Her voice tends to squeak and crack when it hits a certain volume, especially when frustrated or annoyed, or when she inevitably gets shocked by one of her quick-fixed electronics.
Tether: A near death experience has made August not only more appreciative of life, but also brought her closer to the spirit world. Something came back with her from the other side, and though she doesn't fully understand it, she's desperate to learn all she can about it.
Ability: Empathy - August can read emotions in a given area or object. The stronger the emotion at the time, the easier they are to read. Complex or convoluted emotions, or areas with many different emotions, are jumbled and wild, something akin to a kaleidoscope in her head where she can't settle on one before another shoves it's way in. Particularly powerful emotions, like trauma, can give her headaches and leave her dazed or confused. This can't be used to read emotions in living people.
Talents:
Electronic Repairs - There are few electrical systems that can stay broken under August's fingers. Broken radios, flashlights, fuses, she can fix or at least temporarily jerry-rig almost anything that has wires and a current.
Hotwire - A part of her life she'd rather forget, though definitely a useful skill to have, if she can get into a car, she can make it drive, keys or not.
Recent history: August is a bit of an odd duck in Oakenheim. Shipped to the town suddenly to stay with her brother due to "legal issues", the girl has made a name for herself by "fixing" things that were never broken. Locations the locals actively avoid she seeks out with great zeal, mostly for disappointing results, but occasionally it pays off. She's often seen at night riding her bike to some new location or off into the woods. The local sheriff makes it a habit of picking her up on sight during these runs, since her brother almost never knows about them, and they often end with the power in the town going out from her tinkering.</s>
<|message|>Kanoa Marigold
Kanoa glared at Jackson due to his outburst. She told him to try and contain himself, and he promised he would. Obviously promises didn't mean very much to him. She ignored him as he tried to explain himself, and turned to Mary. Mary's reaction to the interior of the house lit a match in her head, she forgot for a moment that not everyone was as nonchalant about the paranormal as she was. Apparently the burning vines in particular were fascinating to Mary, even getting a joyful squee out of her. She soon noticed that she was acting out of character, because she stood up and attempted to play off her whimsical persona by getting straight to business. "You want Jackson to guard the door? I don't see why not." She glanced over to the boy that looked as if he were cosplaying Rambo, who was quick to retort to her name calling.
He doth protest just a tad too much...
Kanoa tapped her chin as he asked why a Kitsune would kidnap a young boy. "There are a number of reasons, the main one being a source of life force. They can feed off of it, you see. Even still, the last known case of a hostile Kitsune was over fifty years ago, if I recall correctly." She said.
Danny meanwhile was busy trying to logically explain how any of this could work. Kanoa watched rather amused, wondering if she should tease him and say it was 'just magic.' There was an entire system of magic that explained how these things worked, but it would take a lecture to define all of it right now, and they had things to do.
"Up stairs huh." Kanoa glanced into the other room. "Don't worry about that, if there was anyone in here they would have made their presence known by now, if not from our spiritual aura, then from the noise we've made." As if on cue Orion began to fiddle with the guitar. Filling the cabin with notes that clouded her vision in colors. She blinked a few times, trying not to get a headache. "We probably shouldn't be going out of our way to make noise, however..." She walked up to him and took the guitar from his hands. "August, here." She handed the string instrument to the redhead, hoping she could sense anything from it.
Walking into the next room she was hit with a strong smell of grounded plants. The smell was familiar to her, as her family had a stock of various ingredients for use in casting spells. To her left she saw garden beds, where plants were growing straight out of the ground and kept in square plots by wood. In a corner of the room was a large black cast iron cauldron, the faint scent of what she assumed to be rabbit soup drifted from it. Near it was a table of living wood, on top of which were tools such as a mortar and pestle, as well as various solvents. In the other corner of the room were stone pots full of drinking water next to six wine barrels.
Kanoa walked up to the table and pinched a pile of powder between her fingers. "Odd... I don't know why a Kitsune would bother making potions, some of these ingredients are only good for magical purposes. A Kitsune should be able to use magic on their own..." Kanoa hummed in thought, and turned to the others. "Mary, could you take a look at some of these plants with me, I have a feeling you'd recognize them more easily than I would. August, Orion, Daniel, take a look around upstairs for anything noteworthy. Stay on your toes everyone, just in case this fox spirit does come back." She said to the group.</s>
<|message|>John Maxwell
Maxwell understood on a basic level the whole concept of photosynthesis, though in truth he was no scientist and until recently he could have cared less one way or the other. Regardless of his own level of knowledge on the subject he could understand why the 'building' was fascinating to behold, especially to the more scientifically minded members of the group. It defied all logic of the 'normal'. Maxwell crossed over toward one the vines that illuminated the room and moved his hand over the 'flame' that glowed at the tip of each. The vine seemed to retract from his presence, the flame dimming in its intensity. Removing his hand caused the flame to return to its original intensity. He was tempted to grab the vine forcefully, just to see how it would react. "Probably not a good idea," he said to himself before realizing that he had spoken out loud. "I guess that's not a bad idea, but I don't think we should split up either."
Maxwell walked back over toward the table and again picked up the violin and turned it over in his hand, before testing its weight. Jackson raised a point that Maxwell had himself avoided thinking about. What do we do when we find it? What do we do if the kid is already...
Maxwell had no idea how he would react if that were the case. As Kanoa tossed out orders Maxwell found himself left out of the equation as it were, which was not entirely undesirable. He really didn't want to go upstairs. In truth he really didn't want to stay in this 'house'. It was starting to feel suffocating, as if the walls were exerting some kind of pressure against his presence. However there was a part of him that wanted to 'push' back. A feeling that maybe he should touch the interior of the structure. Dig his fingers into the flesh of the tree.
"I'll wait outside with Jackson," he said, staring at his own hand as he clenched it to suppress the feeling of strangeness that threatened to overcome him. He stuffed his hand deeply into his pockets and made his way back to the entrance and stepped back outside. The difference in illumination made him winch for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the natural light. It felt better outside. He sighed with relief to himself. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he said to himself as he felt a warm trickle run down the palm of his hand. He pulled his hand free from his jacket pocket and stared at the trails of red running from the palm of his hand. He hadn't realized how hard he had been clenching his fist.</s>
| <|message|>August Battaglia
August had been busying herself staring at the burning vines, trying to figure out if it was burning some form of natural gas, or using electrical sparks, or simply just an illusion, before realizing she was being spoken to. Mary had said something, but it was more an idle reaction to August's mutterings than an actual invitation to conversation. Kanoa was holding a guitar out to her. The redhead reached out to take it, still looking around the room with quirked lips. Considering how faded and weak the emotions in the cabin were, there probably wasn't much the guitar would do
Where am I? Why am I here? What's going on, where is everyone, HOW DID I GET HERE?
August went rigid, pupils shrinking as much stronger emotions hit her core. She had let her guard down! Or had she? That's how it took her here! Where was here? Confusion rocked her as her fingers gripped the neck of the guitar tightly, eyes darting around as she stood completely still. Nothing had taken her, but she had been taken! No, August struggled to regain control as her breathing sped up. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to combat the foreign emotions. Confusion, waking up in a strange place you've never seen...anxiety, why were you here, how were you here? Combined with August's own panic at losing control over who she was, she was starting to freak out something fierce.
How did she...he? I. Who was I? There are so many emotions, they aren't mine, they're...mine!
Deep breaths. In. Hold. Out. August's muscles loosened, her grip on the guitar started to relax. Focus. You know how to handle this. You do it everyday. Take your time. Her green eyes fluttered open, pupils returning to normal as her shoulder suddenly slumped. Dammit, she knew better than to let another person's emotions take her over like that...then she tasted it. Like an aftertaste from diet soda. A furrowed brow as she focused on it.
"Confusion...anxiety...calmness. He woke up here...he didn't know he was taken here...maybe the hypnotizing left that residual calmness...or he was drugged...I don't think this guy even knew what was happening to him even when he was awake."
August set the guitar down, aware that she was sweating. She shook her sleeves out, wiping at her cheeks as she realized Kanoa was once again telling her to do something. Well enough, currently they were all just milling about like gawking children. She looked at the staircase, flitting her eyes to Orion and Daniel.
"Okay, neither of you are really thinking tiny little me is leading the walk to the creepy unknown upstairs in the spirit torture shack right? Cause I'm pretty sure I have a lower survivability rate in a fight than either of you."
The redhead walked to the base of the stairs, leaning over the banister to try and see up without actually walking up. Sure, she had the knife in her backpack. Did she know how to use it? If flailing wildly while backing up was a recognized military tactic, sure. She was never one to play damsel in distress and let a boy do something she was usually far more qualified to take care of, but this was a matter of logic.
Daniel was 6'3", had a law enforcement family, and seemed to be in good condition.
Orion was taller than her, and was known for being athletic.
August was 5' and got winded if she jogged upstairs too fast.
Feminism be damned, the males could take this one first.</s> |
<|description|>August Battaglia
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Personality: August is easily excited and gets caught up in the heat of the moment frequently. Passionate and always thinking at a breakneck pace, it's amazing she hasn't gone insane or gotten herself killed. A hopeless romantic with an overpowering logical streak, she's broken more than a few hearts in her life, both boys and girls. Her train of thought, sometimes, makes little to no sense when she's in one of her brainstorms. She's deathly afraid of drowning, and cannot swim. It is exceptionally hard for her to not tinker with something and try to modify, streamline, fix, or enhance it, often with disastrous results.
Appearance: Despite standing at a minimal 5', August is hard to miss. She has wild, vibrant red hair reaching down to her hips, often braided or tied back in intricate designs meant to control it's inevitable frazzles, frizzles, and tangles, but still make it presentable. Sharp green eyes stare over thin circular glasses in silver frames, sitting atop a perky nose. Her lips seem to almost always be pouting, except when they're being bitten in concentration. Often wears simple sweaters with jeans and brightly colored shoes of some sort, her favorite having a nebula painted across the top, alongside a worn beanie with googly eyes sewn onto it, looking like some kind of blob monster eating the top of her head. Weighing in at around 105 lbs, her figure is incredibly modest, with no chest or behind to really speak of. Her voice tends to squeak and crack when it hits a certain volume, especially when frustrated or annoyed, or when she inevitably gets shocked by one of her quick-fixed electronics.
Tether: A near death experience has made August not only more appreciative of life, but also brought her closer to the spirit world. Something came back with her from the other side, and though she doesn't fully understand it, she's desperate to learn all she can about it.
Ability: Empathy - August can read emotions in a given area or object. The stronger the emotion at the time, the easier they are to read. Complex or convoluted emotions, or areas with many different emotions, are jumbled and wild, something akin to a kaleidoscope in her head where she can't settle on one before another shoves it's way in. Particularly powerful emotions, like trauma, can give her headaches and leave her dazed or confused. This can't be used to read emotions in living people.
Talents:
Electronic Repairs - There are few electrical systems that can stay broken under August's fingers. Broken radios, flashlights, fuses, she can fix or at least temporarily jerry-rig almost anything that has wires and a current.
Hotwire - A part of her life she'd rather forget, though definitely a useful skill to have, if she can get into a car, she can make it drive, keys or not.
Recent history: August is a bit of an odd duck in Oakenheim. Shipped to the town suddenly to stay with her brother due to "legal issues", the girl has made a name for herself by "fixing" things that were never broken. Locations the locals actively avoid she seeks out with great zeal, mostly for disappointing results, but occasionally it pays off. She's often seen at night riding her bike to some new location or off into the woods. The local sheriff makes it a habit of picking her up on sight during these runs, since her brother almost never knows about them, and they often end with the power in the town going out from her tinkering.</s>
<|message|>John Maxwell
Fire, ash and smoke. The man stood in the center of the main room of the tree house, his arms held out either side almost in a beckoning gesture, trails of ethereal red light coiling down from around his arms like the tendrils of a plant. His eyes were closed, his lips moving subtly and silently as he communed with something that had no voice that could be heard. It answered his questions, asking nothing in return. He smiled, the coils of ethereal light fading like the mist that they so resembled. He opened his eyes and looked around once more, with new found understanding confirming that which he had already suspected. The young lad had most definitely been here, but he was here no more. As had the brats whose presence he had felt long before his arrival.
With a knowing expression he reached into the inner pocket of his long coat and removed a well-worn book, its pages stuffed full of notes, images and information. He flipped open the book seemingly at random, though in truth he opened the book on the exact page that he desired, unseen hands guiding the pages. On the page before him was text in several languages, with an image of a fox neatly drawn into the top corner of the page. He read for a moment before flipping the book closed once again before replacing it into the confines of his coat.
The 'tree house' as the kids had called it stood still and silent in his presence, like a living thing holding its breath, hoping that the monster would go away. Of course the real monster was no longer here, no doubt secluding itself beneath the lake with its latest victim. A pity that he had no arrived back in town sooner. That was the problem with rumour, it often arrived after the fact. But it was not a matter of any great concern either way. He was far more interested in the group who had come before him. No normal people group have perceived the entrance to this house, nor bypassed the illusions that shrouded the area like a fine mist. However they were human, more or less, which meant that they were tethered. Or so he assumed. At least one of them was familiar to him.
The man stepped out of the house and could almost feel the house relax in response. He had considered destroying the house. It would have been easy enough, however it would have been naught but a waste of his energies. All that it required was the death of the monster. Kill the monster that had created this place and the house would soon crumble and rot. Of course that was assuming that the tethered misfits had the stomach to do what was needed. If they didn't then he would do so himself. It was the only way to stop any more victims appearing. And there would be more. There always was.
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Maxwell stood on a small rise in the land that let him look over the lake, his jacket swaying ever so slightly in the light breeze. Ideally he would have liked to have gone with the others, the potion and its effects offering a tantalising experience that was hard to ignore. However he was also aware of August's obvious fear of the water and so had elected to stay behind with her, unwilling to leave her on her own. The ground beneath his feet was soft and covered in grass and leaves, so he decided to sit for a while, his arms and legs crossed in a rather uptight fashion. As always he wore a near permanent look of irritation that bore no relation to his actual mood, hidden slightly beneath his upturned hood and the shadow that it cast over his face.
Though he had agreed to stay with August out of concern for her wellbeing he wasn't entirely sure what to say or do to help her. She had seemed pretty distraught at the time and he had been able to react to that, but now that they were alone he was at a loss for what to say. How did you console someone without touching them? He was silent for a while as he tried to think of something to say. Then again did she even want to talk? Perhaps she simply wanted to be left alone, in which case he was just being a nuisance. "Shit," he said under his breath, realizing that he was perhaps a little out of his depth. He sighed loudly and dipped his head.</s>
<|message|>Jackson DuCarthy
Jackson frowned a little as he heard that they were going underwater, not really feeling comfortable taking off his jacket. It wasn't because he was insecure about his body or anything, he kept himself in good shape, but mostly it had to do with his scar. The scar would lead to questions, questions to flashbacks, flashbacks to pain, pain to suffering, suffering to a soft, depraved happiness. Anytime he went back to that moment in time, he could''t keep himself together, his defenses would crumble, and Apophsis would get out. It had happened twice before, and each of those times, someone had paid the ultimate price for his weakness.
Jackson took off everything except his thermal long sleeve and underwear, which were just some regular boxers, and strapped the holster's for all of his knives to his waist. He took the silver blade out of his pocket and cleaned the blood from it on the grass, not going into any particular care to hide his doing so. Once he felt he was ready, he picked up the potion and chugged it, resisting the rug to spit it out, it tasted terrible. Once he felt the gills pop out, which was the weirdest fucking sensation ever and made him want to scratch his neck really bad, he waded into the water, shivering a little at the cold before the magic took effect. It as still cold, bearable so. He gave a wave to Maxwell and August as they stayed on land.
"Later guys, wish us luck."
With that down, he dove into the water, taking a test breath near the surface o see if t worked. Once he was sure that he wasn't drowning, he than began to swim over to wear everyone else was, the row boat, but stopped when he saw Daniel messing around up top. Swimming back up, he pooped his head out of the surface behind the guy, and gave him a tap on the shoulder. "Hey man, we've got to go down right now. Marvel at being Aquaman later, we've got a kid to find . . . though I must say that being part fish is the coolest thing ever, man, if only I had my hands on this stuff back home, it'd be awesome." Jackson smiled at the idea, considering asking Mary to whip him up some potion for his own personal use, since he doubted Kanoa would help him out, and to be honest, he didn't really want her help. He still thought that they were lacking info, or a general plan, but he decided he'd argued enough for now. He'd just to his best with the cards he'd been dealt, even if that had been a grand total of one.
Once Daniel dived down, Jackson would follow, diving all the way down to were Kanoa was staying on some sunken rowboat, staring at the opening to the cave. A dark creepy cave with only one exit and who knows what inside. I really hope I don't regret this.</s>
| <|message|>August Battaglia
August watched the others strip and leave their possessions near her. She barely even registered the scanty bodies in front of her, eyes glazed over as she stared at the shoreline quietly. Maxwell volunteered to stay behind with her. She stared at him for a moment before her eyes went back to the water. Kanoa spoke to her, but the red head again didn't take her eyes off the water.
"If I get too close don't hesitate to tell me to piss off, k? I'm not that easy to offend."
The redhead still never broke her stare from the lake, but she nodded.
"You've done enough already, I won't force you to come, August."
Another nod, as the redhead calmed down, aware that no one seemed to want to push their luck and pull her towards the water or explore the matter further. She pulled her knees up to her chest, but remained staring at the water. Eventually, everyone was gone, slipping beneath the surface and it was quiet. Everyone was gone. Except for her and Maxwell. The boy was clearly uncomfortable, didn't need her powers to see that much. August took a deep, slow breath, eyes shut for a moment before she adjusted her glasses and flicked her eyes to him. Everyone seemed to be avoiding the topic, wanting to ask but not wanting to be the first to do so. How much of it was them assuming she was unstable, feeding off the emotions around her, unable to control herself because of her powers? That was fine. She was alright with that. They weren't friends. She didn't know them enough to let them in yet. Something far deeper than base understanding. August could connect with anyone, but no one would ever be able to connect with her. So many inputs. So much data.
Sometimes the overflow was suffocating.
"Thanks. For staying with me, I mean. If the Kitsune or whatever decided to grab me up here while I was alone, it'd be pretty problematic. Or you know...a bear or something. Bobcats don't live up here right? I'm terrible with animals."
She was quiet for a moment before digging around in her backpack, finally breaking her stare from the gentle ripples in the lake. Not even bubbles. Of course not, they were breathing just fine. Just. Fine. August dug out two granola bars, then butt-shimmied closer to Maxwell, holding one out to him. She had regained control of her emotions, of her powers. But she was still emotionally drained, for lack of a better phrase.
"Here...I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Sitting in another person's mind apparently take it out of you, heh."
She pulled a water bottle out of the pack as well, sitting cross legged as she nibbled on the bar, trying to avoid looking at the water.
"Course...now I feel a bit like a coward...walked into a magical living house...chasing after a kidnapping spirit beast...and a lake beat me."
She ran a hand through her long hair, giving a sigh and a stifled chuckle as she shut her eyes, fiddling with her cell phone.</s> |
<|description|>August Battaglia
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Personality: August is easily excited and gets caught up in the heat of the moment frequently. Passionate and always thinking at a breakneck pace, it's amazing she hasn't gone insane or gotten herself killed. A hopeless romantic with an overpowering logical streak, she's broken more than a few hearts in her life, both boys and girls. Her train of thought, sometimes, makes little to no sense when she's in one of her brainstorms. She's deathly afraid of drowning, and cannot swim. It is exceptionally hard for her to not tinker with something and try to modify, streamline, fix, or enhance it, often with disastrous results.
Appearance: Despite standing at a minimal 5', August is hard to miss. She has wild, vibrant red hair reaching down to her hips, often braided or tied back in intricate designs meant to control it's inevitable frazzles, frizzles, and tangles, but still make it presentable. Sharp green eyes stare over thin circular glasses in silver frames, sitting atop a perky nose. Her lips seem to almost always be pouting, except when they're being bitten in concentration. Often wears simple sweaters with jeans and brightly colored shoes of some sort, her favorite having a nebula painted across the top, alongside a worn beanie with googly eyes sewn onto it, looking like some kind of blob monster eating the top of her head. Weighing in at around 105 lbs, her figure is incredibly modest, with no chest or behind to really speak of. Her voice tends to squeak and crack when it hits a certain volume, especially when frustrated or annoyed, or when she inevitably gets shocked by one of her quick-fixed electronics.
Tether: A near death experience has made August not only more appreciative of life, but also brought her closer to the spirit world. Something came back with her from the other side, and though she doesn't fully understand it, she's desperate to learn all she can about it.
Ability: Empathy - August can read emotions in a given area or object. The stronger the emotion at the time, the easier they are to read. Complex or convoluted emotions, or areas with many different emotions, are jumbled and wild, something akin to a kaleidoscope in her head where she can't settle on one before another shoves it's way in. Particularly powerful emotions, like trauma, can give her headaches and leave her dazed or confused. This can't be used to read emotions in living people.
Talents:
Electronic Repairs - There are few electrical systems that can stay broken under August's fingers. Broken radios, flashlights, fuses, she can fix or at least temporarily jerry-rig almost anything that has wires and a current.
Hotwire - A part of her life she'd rather forget, though definitely a useful skill to have, if she can get into a car, she can make it drive, keys or not.
Recent history: August is a bit of an odd duck in Oakenheim. Shipped to the town suddenly to stay with her brother due to "legal issues", the girl has made a name for herself by "fixing" things that were never broken. Locations the locals actively avoid she seeks out with great zeal, mostly for disappointing results, but occasionally it pays off. She's often seen at night riding her bike to some new location or off into the woods. The local sheriff makes it a habit of picking her up on sight during these runs, since her brother almost never knows about them, and they often end with the power in the town going out from her tinkering.</s>
<|message|>Orion Ellis
Orion was silent in the journey to the lake, taking up the rearguard position. He brooded over the events of the day and those that preceded it. He was good at brooding. Rarely did he give off the sense of existential angst that craved and considered craven by the youth of the Western world. Instead he usually managed to maintain the cool facade that came so easily to him. He craned his neck as if peering into a place that only the truly perspicacious could see. He always looked like he was leaning casually on a wall, even when he wasn't. He slipped trough the world with a synchronicity that belied his distracted mien.
Orion considered the day. He had seen things which had before only existed in the realm of idle fantasy and creative exploration. A supernal structure erected upon a floral foundation. Exhibitions of extraordinary talents among his fellow freaks and frauds. Most were fiery and fantastical, in appearance or at least in the effect they produced on their would-be wielders. Orion, however, had no such means at his disposal. His 'power' much like his manner of introspection, was much subtler than that, and just about as useful. He did not know what code the sun was trying to signal him in as it flicked and flashed in front of his eyes, or the meaning of babel speak that emanated from sweat of his comrades, it was, like his slightly frowning visage, fascinatingly and frustratingly inscrutable. Orion looked down into his palm at the little blue vial. A magic potion. How about that. It had been an interesting day. He was supposed to drink it. He had probably imbibed stranger things because of peer pressure. Popping the top it poured the liquid into his mouth. He swished it around his mouth. It tasted to him of jellyfish and mouthwash. Actually, it didn't taste like anything he could define. He swallowed.
He watched the rest of his merry band strip to skivvies and slip into the water. If he didn't think they were crazy before, he sure did now. Their underclothes were going to be soaked when this was done, he didn't envy them marching home in them. Shrugging, Orion tore off his coat and peeled off the sweater and shirt beneath. Orion had never been embarrassed about his body. Why the hell should he. He looked good. He knew that. Usually he managed to avoid the obsessive narcissistic displays, the flexing, stretching, and posturing that often accompanied such self-aware, early bloomers. Kicking off his boots his let them scatter on the grass with the rest of his clothes. Pants and boxers came next, together in one smooth motion. He kicked them off too. He stood for a moment, placing his hands on his newly naked hips and just basked in the sun and wind on his skin. It was brisk, but nice. He wouldn't want to be out in it all day, but it was nice to feel the elements intimately for a moment. Lifting his feet to remove his socks he wiggled his long toes in the grass. A sense of serenity melted the remaining ruminations from his mind. No longer adrift. This was Orion's element, he lifted his knees stretching, twisting his torso and folding one arm over his chest and then the other. Just a little warm-up. Whether they thought it cool or not, it was always a good idea to limber up before any kind of exercise. Besides, he reiterated to himself, he wasn't worried about gawkers. He was long and he was strong, gifted with the physical accouterments that his grandfather liked to joke was a small reparation from Rousseau for slavery. He had a swimmers physique, but Orion never considered himself much of a swimmer. There wasn't all that much opportunity for any kind of competitive practice of the sport in Oakenheim, and Orion preferred team sport. He was still pretty confidant in his performance in water, and confidence, as he had often learned, was key to success in most endeavors.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet he burst into a run, smoothly jogging to the edge of lake before diving high and long into the water with very little splashback. A moment later the water exploded with flailing limbs and curses.
"Motherfucking assfuck!" Orion howled and yelped. Whatever else Orion might be, he was not, in point of fact, a cold-weather creature.</s>
<|message|>John Maxwell
Maxwell caught August glancing at him but said nothing of it. If she wanted to talk then he would talk, if not he would simply stay silent and keep her company in silence. Both options were fine with him. His number one concern at present was for her safety. After a short while August broke the silence between them, causing Maxwell to look directly toward her. He made certain that he didn't move any closer to her so as to not distress her in any way. However she seemed to have calmed down somewhat, sitting to his side on the grass covered rise, which also put him more at ease.
Maxwell had some limited understanding of her desire to avoid physical contact, hence the reason he dressed in such heavy, covering clothes. Only unlike August who did so to protect herself he was more concerned with protecting others. In truth his unconscious ability to wither the life from the plants that he came into contact with had so far caused no harm to anybody, at least as far as he was aware of. However he couldn't help but worry if he was inflicting something far less obvious upon them that he could not see. As he had no desire to risk it he had taken a cautious approach to the situation, at least until he knew more. So it took him by surprise when August shimmied closer toward him. He accepted the granola bar hesitantly.
"Your welcome, and thank you," he said, not really knowing what else to say. He looked out over the water as he took a bite out of the bar. He hated the taste of these things but he was hungry enough not to care all that much. He turned back toward her as she talked about her fear of the water and how it had been more paralysing then anything she already experienced today. He smiled at her and shook his head. "No, I don't think you're a coward," he said in a warm tone. "A little crazy maybe, but no more so than the rest of us," he added on with a mischievous smile. He turned back toward the lake. The surface was calm and still.
"I'm not a particularly strong swimmer myself if I'm honest," he said with complete honesty. Though with that said he had no particular fear of the water either. In fact he had already considered how his 'telekinetic' abilities would manifest under the water. He suspected that he was now far stronger swimmer than he had ever been.</s>
| <|message|>August Battaglia
A smirk at the crazy remark, as August palmed a rock off the ground.
"What, psychotically analytic extrovert bisexual who can basically siphon emotions off others chasing after ghosts with a bunch of super teens? Perfect picture of sanity right there."
Tip tip tip tiptiptipsploosh
"Of course, that's just me right now...tomorrow I could be someone else. Drove my last girlfriend crazy..."
Why do you keep doing this to me!?
August picked up another rock with her free hand, leaned back, and threw it across the surface of the lake, though this one didn't go nearly as far.
Tip tipsploosh
"And the boyfriend before that...you know, I didn't like girls until about...what was it, three months ago? Then I was on a train for an hour...got on, was straight as an arrow."
She made an undulating motion with her hand, one eyebrow raised as she quirked her lips and flushed slightly at the memory.
"My bare shoulder was up against this girl's sweater, and by the end of the trip, I just wanted her to pull me into the bathroom and have me ride her! It was ridiculous...also kind of awesome."
No more rocks. She leaned back, having finally stopped fiddling with the cellphone and managed to relax her muscles. She decided against mentioning what ended up happening at the train station with the girl. Her cheeks flushed a bit again.
"Weirdest part...I didn't actually mind it after the initial panic. My powers I mean, not the liking girls bit. They were cool...it was awesome knowing exactly how to talk to people to make them smile, or leave you alone, or get them flustered. Sometimes I understood them better than they ever would...hard to not like that kind of power."
The redhead folded her legs in a yoga pose, putting up her hands like she was zen and dropping her glasses low on the bridge of her nose as she gave a mock elderly voice.
"Oh, you have come to the great Feels Guru! You want that boy to show you the Mattress Rodeo! You want your parents to stop freaking out about your grades! Yessss! I know everything you waaaaant!"
...and can't give you any of it.
A laugh and August laid back on the grass, staring up through the trees. Her mind raced around, trying to settle on a branch to follow, but wanting to choose all of them. The limits of the human mouth were aggravating, she had all these things she wanted to say all the time, but her tongue was just too slow to explain it all, or people couldn't follow her logic. She opted to halt her tangent there, looking over at Maxwell.
"Telekinesis though. That's gotta be handy. Short of the whole moving cupcakes and what I can only assume is flinging cars across parking lots while screaming MAXWELL SMAASH! Cause that's obviously what you do in your spare time."
Another quirk of the lips.
I just don't care anymore...</s> |
<|description|>Orion Ellis
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Personality: Cool is probably the best word to describe Ellis. No necessarily in the positive social adjective, though it often translates to peoples' opinion. Regardless of how others take it, however, Ellis is always cool. He seems to act with ease regardless of circumstance, always centered, always certain. Even in his most passionate moments, Ellis projects a sense of unerring poise and commitment. Of course, this does not always translate to his internal disposition and humor. In fact, Ellis takes considerable and increasing pains to project the image that he is painless, while the vagaries of the Conveyance eat away at his sense of reality and self and cast him adrift into what he is growing to fear might be most accurately be described as insanity.
Appearance: Ellis is a typical youth in many respects, preoccupied with his own sense of style while still conforming to the predilections of a particular subculture, in his case, Ellis exemplifies the archetype of the black, nerdy, hipster, with hand me down jeans, ironic t-shirts, and an aloof sensibility. Here is him trying to look cool.
Tether: Ellis' mind is impregnated with a fragment of the Conveyance, the, or at least a, language of creation. The single note of phoneme has opened his understanding to truths beyond the mundane banality of reality, enabling him to perceive the supernatural with clarity in spite of his lack of natural talent. It also causes him unpleasant headaches.
Ability: Ellis' connection with the Conveyance has allowed, or perhaps more accurately, forced him to perceive the underlying language of reality, able to see the interconnected code of existence. Consequently, Ellis is privy to information about the world around him that he otherwise could not, or should not be able to know, both mundane and supernal.
Unfortunately, the ability to perceive this information, which slithers into his mind unbidden, presented as notions of symbols alien to all human language, strange colors that cannot be seen by the human eye, and other more esoteric media still, is almost impossible for Ellis' to translate into any meaningful way. He may know that the old grocer at the locale supermarket puts him in the mind of a strange, vaguely goose shaped symbol and a shade of red that seems more emblematic of blood than the color of blood in the real world, but Ellis has no idea what any of it means. Ellis has begun to understand some of the eldritch information that bombards him, some repetition of forms that he has come to denote the concept of feelings of anger, the strange keening tones that seem to emanate from locked doors and windows, but practical use of most of this information eludes him.
Furthermore, the information presented to Ellis is distracting, his performance in school, on the practice field, and other areas has dropped as he tries to cope with the unbidden knowledge bombarding him at all time. If anything this interference is becoming more difficult for Ellis to cope with, a prospect that frightens him deeply.
Talents: In spite of his nerdy mein, Ellis is remarkably athletic. He enjoys skateboarding and soccer in particular, as well as his more extraordinary extracurriculars, and benefits from a certain degree of natural talent, all of which adds up to a degree of speed, strength, and stamina that exceeds the average lackadaisical teenager.
Ellis is well read, he enjoys his studies and has a deep fascination for the world around him. This plurality of interest, however, does not lend itself to intense focus upon a singular subject giving Ellis a broad, but sometimes shallow knowledge base. The only thing that Ellis is very well versed in is the occult legends, urban myths, and supernatural folklore of the mortal world. How accurate any of this information is, however, is suspect when presented to one privy to true supernatural perspectives.
Ellis has a very nice voice, an agreeable enough personality, and an inoffensive appearance. Ellis has found that most people seem to like him and trust what he has to say, willing to listen to him and take his side on a multitude of issues more often than he, frankly, thinks that they rightly should. Ellis is a terrible liar. Also he can play the double bass, cornet, and sing rather well.
Recent history: Ellis has always been a pretty normal kid, painfully so, in his opinion. His parents were always decent and divorced. His life was filled with the normal, subjectively spectacular experiences of most children. He never wanted for much nor was given any great advantage or luxury. The only thing about Ellis that was really atypical was his dissatisfaction with how typical his life seemed. Since as long as he could remember, Ellis has been fascinated with stories of the strange and the occult. Not particularly stories of fantasy, but rather, those tales, often dark, of where the supernatural ran abreast of mundane reality. Ghost stories, surrealist literature, paranormal conspiracies all fascinated a young Orion Ellis and that obsession continued long into the approach towards adulthood. His mother thought he would grow into a troubled teenager, painting his fingernails black, listening to angry music she didn't understand, but he never did. His father worried that he might become a social outcast and unable to relate to his peers, but Ellis always got along alright. It wasn't a fashion of lifestyle that Ellis was interested in, it was the purity of the ideas.
Ellis' great grandfather always encouraged his interests, always finding some obscure tome of early american mythology, unpublished manuscript compilations of H.P. Lovecraft, curious little trinkets attached to some odd little traditions of Maine superstition, which he would give to Ellis when the family would annually visit. Ellis always loved visiting his grandfather. The old man was himself like the gifts he gave, old, mysterious, and just close enough to the uncanny that Ellis always had the sinking suspicion that the venerable ancient knew more than he would ever reveal. Almost a year ago, however, Ellis' grandfather died unexpectedly, Ellis was heartbroken. Family came from all over North America for the funeral. Most came out of simple affection and familial obligation, though it didn't hurt that Ellis' grandfather was quite wealthy. This too was surprising, for as far as Ellis had ever known, the old man had lived alone in a small cabin in the northern reaches of Maine, almost anachronistic in it's ausere and frugal accoutrements. But apparently the man owned a great deal of property, including vast stretches of the Maine wilderness. As the family worked out the will and details of dividing up the man's possessions, Ellis found himself bequeathed a portion of the man's property equal to that given to the other great grandchildren, but also a small package set aside shortly before the old man's demise.
Ellis doesn't remember much after that. He had opened the small, brown paper package in the bathroom of the hotel the family was staying at, while his parents socialized with the rest of the relations in the reception room rented for the wake. The package had been small, squarish, almost like a book, but it was heavier than a book, and he remembered thinking that he felt like more than one object, bound together tightly by the paper and the thin string it was tied together with. He had opened the package and then Ellis still cannot remember what happened after that. The large gathering of distant relations dispersed, Ellis and his parents drove home, they didn't talk much. Ellis didn't have the package anymore, or whatever was inside of it. He could not remember what had happened to the package. His parents never asked. He didn't know what had been in the package. He felt like he didn't know much of anything anymore.
Three days after opening the package, the headaches started. Four days after that he started to see and hear and smell and taste and feel the Conveyance. It started slow at first, little flickers at the corners of his eyes, sub voce sounds he could only hear when he plugged his ears and concentrated, subtle flavors that made him wish unconsciously for a mint. But the sensations have grown in magnitude over the last several months. He went to a doctor for the headaches, the doctor posited a dietary imbalance. Ellis did not mention the other sensations. He hasn't told anyone about them. He hoped they would go away. They have not. They have grown stronger. Ellis world is no longer mundane. He's starting to wish it still was.</s>
<|message|>Kanoa Marigold
Kanoa let out a chuckle filled with more than a hint of irritation. Not only had Jackson left his position at the entrance, leaving Maxwell alone, but he had come in to call her reliability into question. "You aren't sure if I know what I'm doing?" She said, her tone teetering on the edge between saccharine and vexation. She shoved her hands into her pockets and let out a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down. She understood that he may be afraid, but that was no excuse to deflect his fears onto her. She turned towards the staircase, ready to check on the others, but they were just now coming down.
August wanted to leave, now. Kanoa ventured a guess that she had seen something with her ability that disturbed her. She felt a little guilty, it was her that put the girl in this situation in the first place, and it wasn't going to become any easier.
"Sure, we're done here." The club leader headed for the entrance, exiting the house of living wood into the forest. Stopping a few meters away from the home she stood in front of Jackson.
"Jackson, I know what I'm doing. Surely I don't need to remind you that this is an investigation at the moment. Plans are not enacted in an investigation, instead, procedure is followed. If I explain everything at once to you all then there is a very good chance that it won't sink in. You aren't taught the history of a country all in one day, and let me assure you, you have an entire new world of history to learn."
Kanoa sighed and ran a hand through her hair, and turned to the group that had searched the second floor. "Anyway... What did you all discover?"</s>
<|message|>Daniel Herne
Making his way down the stairs Danny could practically see the lightning coming off the two as Jackson questioned Kanoa. While he didn't think that he would actually try anything, the boy strided brusquely out the door (in part to clear a path for August) and placing himself between the two, his back to Jackson. Holding up his hands in a placating manner Danny said hurriedly, "Look maybe he didn't phrase it the best way, but Jackson has got a point." Jackson has a point? Since when did Danny agree with knife wielding maniacs? Since they voice what we've all been thinking this entire time a voice told Danny. Oh right. that. Coming to terms with the side he was taking Daniel tried to take the most diplomatic approach as possible, treating the tiny woman as if she were a Kodiak bear. "Look, what you know about this...secret world doesn't matter when you don't tell us. Not only do we not know what we're doing, but information that we may have is not only false, but misleading since it's come from a century's long game of telephone. Police procedure comes from that knowledge being drilled into people's heads at academies that make officers qualified. It's what separates detectives from an angry mob. I understand that we're on the clock with our John Doe, but if we head into this in the dark, we're going to just end up with a whole bunch of more hurt people. Not everyone knows who Eugene Francois Vidocq is, but everyone knows that tracking footprints is important." Looking away Danny said more quietly, "Look Boss, I'm on board no matter what. But half these people only met you yesterday. Heck, I'm pretty sure I saw two people run off on the way over here to go make out or something. You don't need to give the principles of thaumaturgy or how the position of the stars affect transmutating metals for now. Just enough so that where ever we head next, we won't end up just like the boy. I'm sure there's stuff that you can go over while we walk back, right?"
Now sure that no one would immediately be strangled, Daniel walked over to August and pulled out his thermos and poured a cup of cocoa. "Thanks to this little lady we now know that this was a full blown kidnapping." Putting the cup into her hands (much as an EMT would) Danny then nodded his head towards Orion saying, "And Orion over here figured out that this kitsune has been preparing for this for a while, as well as places they might frequent. However at best it would require a stake-out and canvasing the area which would take too much time. What about you guys? Did you find anything interesting?"</s>
| <|message|>Orion Ellis
Orion just watched the others as they descended from their lofty perch and contemplation. He tongued the back of his teeth thoughtfully.
"Sure thing, Batty," he replied to what he rather sapiecentrically thought of as an empty room.
Following behind, the black sheepdog that he was, he watched his footing on the strangely twisting, interwoven branches that served for a stair. The mention of his name snapped his head up. There seemed to be a tension in the room. He scanned faces and body language for meaning. Then he thought better of it. This was not his scene. It would work itself out or not. He listened to Danny. Mister Reasonable. The rest of them were still the Greeks to Orion. He couldn't make much of their hide or their hair. But that would work itself out. Or not. He looked over at August. He really didn't have a handle on any of this really. Thing were not smooth. Why weren't they smooth. He frowned at the thermos in her hands. Something clicked in Orion's brain. Smiling self-congratulatory, he reached over the redhead and plucked the thermos from her hands. Taking a sip he hummed appreciatively. Walking over with the container close to his face, warm steam on his chin he maneuvered through the entangled group. The tension had drawn the walls in. Slipping between Jackson and Konoa he placed a hand on the former's shoulder in what he hoped was a solid, reassuring way. It would work itself out. He smiled at Mary as he wiggled around her to the far wall. She seemed to have her blood up. He reached his pack.
Placing the thermos down on the dirt carefully. He rummaged through his tightly packed bag. Of course they were near the bottom. Reaching past the rest of his belongings he plunged his hand deep into the bottom of the canvas pack. Finally, and with as much flourish as possible he retrieved the objects of his quest. Thick, woolen mittens covered in vaguely Native American-esque knitting patterns whipped through the earthy air. Orion picked up the thermos with his other hand and reversed his trek. Patting Konoa this time he smiled at Max. He had no idea what was up with Max, but it would probably work itself out.
Finally returning to August he proffered the mittens to her.
"Here. They're new." He looked at her expectantly pleased. Like a dog; a sheepdog.</s> |
<|description|>Mary Janicot
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Personality: While not quite a wallflower, Mary is generally a quiet and calm individual. The emotions she shows are resigned, her smiles are slight, and her frowns more just shrugs than anything. Over the years she has become the type of student that sits in the back of the class and listens to music, when she socializes, she tends to blend in to the group, only really talking to those that can keep her interested. Most of her personal relationships fail because of this. People who spend enough time around her say that, at times, she can seem a little 'off' or 'depressed,' in reality; Mary's building apathy toward life stems from her perceived lack of control over the events in her life.
With a sarcastic sense of humor and a penchant for listening to music over conversation. She might make seem standoffish to any passerby. Mary does seek companionship, just on her own terms. If one can't interest her, then she shrugs and cuts her losses; if they can, however, they'll receive a talkative friend, a stereotypical slacker, obsessed with obscure bands, drugs, flowers, and death.
Appearance: Mary stands tall at 5'7'' with an average, if not slightly well rounded, figure. She has short black hair framing kind brown eyes and a light olive complexion. Her expressions tend to remain neutral, with her most powerful smile being a slight smirk. Her outfits tend to be basic and earth colored, either a dark tank-top or a T-shirt and skinny jeans or a skirt. She is rarely seen without her ear buds or headphones.
Tether: Mary believes she is a 'natural,' having seen the weird inner-workings of the universe most people can't perceive for as long as she can remember. While in the regard that she was born with it, she isn't wrong, technically, Mary doesn't naturally have the ability. Mary's mother, Diana, was touched by a gestalt Wicca entity, the 'Mother Goddess' and her father, who left before she was born, was likewise touched by the Mother Goddess' equal and opposite entity, the 'Horned God.'
Mary's body serves as a battleground of sorts for these two spiritual entities, each invading her body, and influencing events in her life. The Mother Goddess and the Horned God, ironically, both influencing her life allows Mary to maintain sentience and autonomy of her own actions, but the conditions around her, within their control, are constantly shifting. Over the years this has turned Mary into a woman who feels content to just glide through life, unaware that while she does, two syncretic spiritual deities are vying for her soul.
Ability: None. (May develop later)
Talents:* Sketching: Years spent drawing the flowers growing in the Oakenheim Cemetery have given Mary a talent for drawing quick, accurate sketches.
* Knowledge of psychoactive botany and mycology: Although not a professional botanist or mycologist, Mary has researched and has a working knowledge of the psychoactive flora of Oakenheim.
* Artistic Echoic Memory: As opposed to photographic memory, Mary, over the years, has developed a talent for remembering and replaying soundbytes in her head. While she only tends to use this for listening to music without her headphones, theoretically, she could use this type of memory to recall gossip and small bits of information heard.
Recent history: Diana Janicot settled into Oakenheim soon after Mary was born, figuring it would be the perfect small town for a single mother to raise a child. That child, of course, was Mary. She was never sad or particularly traumatized, it just seemed that for Mary, each year of her life dimmed her enthusiasm, but only slightly.
She always enjoyed music and nature's beauty, and as she grew older, these two things became constants in her life. While not in school the young girl would often find herself in the Oakenheim Cemetery, enjoying the quiet of the place, as well as it's flowers. As she grew the Oakenheim Cemetery would become her favorite place to hang out, it felt like the only place in the world she held some semblance of control.
When she entered high school Mary began following local Oakenheim acts around as a groupie, often finding herself in relationships with women much older than her. This is also how she began her recreational drug use, in her own words, it; "keeps those dreams away." As opposed to finding a dealer, Mary began devoting her free time to studying psychoactive flora, her hobby has given her a few close brushes with the law.</s>
<|message|>Kanoa Marigold
Maxwell was the first to speak up and volunteer to help fight the good fight. He looked right as her as he said it, with what she could swear was a glare digging into her like daggers shot out of a cannon. He must have noticed how intense his glare was, for he looked away quickly. She couldn't help but chuckle, he seemed to be pretty bad at hiding his emotions, or perhaps expressing them. She flipped out her notebook once more, though this time she jotted things down with a red pencil.
The next person to accept her proposal was Raven, Kanoa nodded and scribbled. Raven didn't seem to have what she could call a fierce determination, if she were to venture a guess, it would be pure curiosity that drove the doll-faced girl to join. "Sooner than you think, though not as soon as you're likely hoping, Raven." Kanoa answered with a cheeky grin.
Kanoa's over-sized bow quaked as Jackson yelled, she slowly turned her head to him as he shot questions at her. Another member added to the party. Her already lazy eyes seemed to slouch even lower at him. "I appreciate that you're so willing to help, Jackson, but you need to remain calm. I have a plan of action, and it doesn't involve going into this rashly, alright?" She said, speaking with a soft tone. She hoped he would keep his cool in the future, she didn't want to deal with any... rouge variables in her plans.
Her eyes shifted to August, who couldn't have been pantomiming an inner conundrum more accurately if she tried. She swiftly decided to join, somehow slipping off the table and falling to the floor. Kanoa scribbled Autumn down in her notebook along with the other team names, she almost hoped the red head would display more clumsiness in order to justify the nickname. Before Kanoa could answer August's question, Mary spoke.
This was the first time she had ever heard Mary speak without her signature sarcastic tone, and because of this Kanoa was inclined to listen intently. She was telling them all something quite close to her, something that apparently had been literally eating away at her. And she had never told anyone else about this, just what kind of weight had she been carrying alone? Now that she thought about it, many of them here were dealing with problems of their own. Mary in particular seemed to have developed her own ways of coping, as evident by her attitude and penchant for mysterious drugs.
Maxwell spoke again, this time giving his own insight into the investigation. Kanoa smiled and tapped him on the shoulder with her notebook. "Why look at you, thinking all logically." She shoved the notebook in her skirt pocket. "He vanished from his home, his room, I believe. And as for the leaf..." She pulled out a long, oval leaf, and held it up for all to see. "It's from a rare tree, however they are common deep in the forest..." Kanoa tilted her head past Maxwell to see two people enter.
"Ah, the Bowers twins... um, cousins, nice of you to arrive unfashionably late." She walked over to them and introduced herself, and took the liberty of introducing them to everyone in the room as well. "Ennis, Morgan, I have a feeling you're here for the same reason I decided to send out those invitations. Two Naturals showing up right when the town starts to become off the wall? I don't believe in coincidences. So, you'll be joining us, got it? Excellent." Kanoa nodded and turned to the rest of her 'club.' "I think I've covered enough for today..." She murmured, ruffling her curly hair. "Any questions before we adjourn? We'll be meeting at the children's park by the old abandoned fire-station tomorrow. It's the weekend, so getting there a little after daybreak shouldn't be a problem."</s>
<|message|>August Battaglia
August bit her lip as she listened to Mary, watching her carefully. The emotions weren't fake. Mary had opened up something very deep and personal about herself. Looks like August's jab had hit something. Maybe she had been a little mean, none of them seemed particularly bad. Still, joining this little group without knowing SOMETHING about the others would have been downright stupid. The redhead quirked a brow, eyes flicking up to the light again. Her initial assumption was right, Mary was far more than just a simple druggy. Interesting. August could imagine the emotions this group would leave behind in the classroom. Then Mary blew smoke into Jackson's face. Though, the boy seemed to like it. Masochist? She could already imagine some form of BDSM between the uncaring Mistress Mary and the begging Slave Jackson. She quirked her mouth at the thought, then flushed slightly at the thought of Mary in leather. Then Kanoa...then Orion. Better tuck those visuals away for a rainy day. Quickly tuning into Maxwell's conversation at the last minute, the logic side of her brain reared up, smothering the lustful romantic within.
"Not to punch holes into the plan or anything, but you're suggesting asking some very emotionally fragile people to put some faith in a group of kids they've never met. We'd need to be extremely careful about approaching his parents, especially if all we have to go on is 'We think a ghost did it.' I mean, their kid is missing, has been for awhile. Most missing persons cases are dropped after...what was it, three days? They've probably been told by several people that he'll never be found, and then we just come out of nowhere asking about their kid and talking about ghosts? They could think we're making fun of them. But I'll go with what the rest of you guys think is a good idea."
The redhead looked at the leaf. Several thoughts went through her head. Maybe the leaf had some residual emotions left on it? The room most likely would, though getting in without breaking and entering would be a...unique...task. Her logical side had kicked in. A supernatural entity was quite a leap of logic. And how did Kanoa get the leaf in the first place? How could cousins be twins? August blinked at the Bowers for a moment before her train of thought barreled back into full gear. Kanoa was wrapping things up. August tugged slightly at the collar of her sweater, chewing her lower lip in thought for a moment.
"Can I see the leaf? I mean, I may be able to get some kind of read off it. Fear, happiness, sorrow. Maybe he left to kill himself, maybe he ran off with some secret lover from a rival family. Maybe he was kidnapped, but if it was a powerful emotion, I might be able to sense something off the leaf."
How Kanoa had gotten the leaf could remain a mystery, August wasn't too interested in that. At the moment, she was thinking of this like an electrical problem. Look at the symptoms, start simple, then get complex. If the boy left of his own free will, there would be an emotion that suggested that. Relief, apprehension, even acceptance. If he was taken forcefully, fear, sorrow, or anger would be present. August adjusted her glasses. Trying to read the leaf here would be silly. She'd need to try it in her room, where she'd notice the emotional change.
"I can bring it back tomorrow, unless you'd rather hold onto it. Either way, meeting up tomorrow is fine by me."</s>
| <|message|>Mary Janicot
"It's also a disgusting habit, keep it to yourself,"
"Lil Ugly Mane was disgusting, no one gave him shit about it." was Mary's reflexive reply. Maxwell went on to raise a good point however-- a point Mary would have thought good had she not been preoccupied. With Jackson, specifically. Her face almost showed an emotion other than soul draining disinterest at Jackson asking about her burning botanical cocktail. It appeared she'd only expose her authentic self when discussing something heavy, like otherworldly, trans-spacetime-dimensional horrordark nightmare emptiness beings preying on her plump virgin soul. Although the slight smug smirk that appeared on her face did have a hint of genuine feeling behind it, she was surprised Jackson was being this bold, he seemed kinda mousy. She sat next to him, preparing her speech;
"Weed is for scrubs, Jackson." She held the still burning spliff between them, as if observing the perfect avenue of art and science, "Twice ground damiana flowers and wild lettuce, naturally grown and cultivated, of course; they work together to make a way calmer high, you'll feel the electric relaxation, but it doesn't make you a fucking idiot like with cannabis. It's also technically legal." She took a deep breath, exhaling with force.
"I throw in some tea for flavor, you know, usually just some spare Earl Grey, or whatever I have lying around. The caffeine helps keep it from making you too sleepy, so that's cool." She looked to the front to see if she had missed anything from the rest of the group, before continuing her righteous delivery of knowledge, "Damiana's sweet and spicey, so it makes for a good aromatic blaze, but it can easily overpower the palate without something besides the lettuce and tea to temper it."
"That's where the the lavender comes in. It's the perfect counterbalance to the tea's flavor and the damiana's incense spice, it doesn't really contribute to the actual physical high, it's more just an aesthetic change to the smoke, and flavor balancing... and, I still don't know if this is true, like, I got it from American Horror Story, but like I said, apparently burning lavender helps to clear the air and body of bad spirits, or at least shut them up while. I think it works, I lace all my blunts with it, and I soak the rolling paper in a lavender extract." She regarded her creation fondly for a second, "This is kinda my jam-- and I guess also my ghost repellant?" She shrugged, passing it off to the now boy, now educated on real dank purp. She savored the slight brush against his hand as she stood up. 2nd time she had touched a person today-- that was a new record. Try it-- might help you out with whatever weird shit it is you got going on."
It appeared the meeting was more or less over? Mary had missed a bit in her rant to Jackson, but at least she managed to peer pressure a classmate into smoking! Instilling smoke fetishes was an important Janicot family tradition.
Mary prided herself on her priorities.
"Yep!" She spoke immediately after August, already halfway out the door, "Meeting at park, talking to parents about their murdered kid, leaves or whatever-- see you tomorrow."</s> |
<|description|>Mary Janicot
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Personality: While not quite a wallflower, Mary is generally a quiet and calm individual. The emotions she shows are resigned, her smiles are slight, and her frowns more just shrugs than anything. Over the years she has become the type of student that sits in the back of the class and listens to music, when she socializes, she tends to blend in to the group, only really talking to those that can keep her interested. Most of her personal relationships fail because of this. People who spend enough time around her say that, at times, she can seem a little 'off' or 'depressed,' in reality; Mary's building apathy toward life stems from her perceived lack of control over the events in her life.
With a sarcastic sense of humor and a penchant for listening to music over conversation. She might make seem standoffish to any passerby. Mary does seek companionship, just on her own terms. If one can't interest her, then she shrugs and cuts her losses; if they can, however, they'll receive a talkative friend, a stereotypical slacker, obsessed with obscure bands, drugs, flowers, and death.
Appearance: Mary stands tall at 5'7'' with an average, if not slightly well rounded, figure. She has short black hair framing kind brown eyes and a light olive complexion. Her expressions tend to remain neutral, with her most powerful smile being a slight smirk. Her outfits tend to be basic and earth colored, either a dark tank-top or a T-shirt and skinny jeans or a skirt. She is rarely seen without her ear buds or headphones.
Tether: Mary believes she is a 'natural,' having seen the weird inner-workings of the universe most people can't perceive for as long as she can remember. While in the regard that she was born with it, she isn't wrong, technically, Mary doesn't naturally have the ability. Mary's mother, Diana, was touched by a gestalt Wicca entity, the 'Mother Goddess' and her father, who left before she was born, was likewise touched by the Mother Goddess' equal and opposite entity, the 'Horned God.'
Mary's body serves as a battleground of sorts for these two spiritual entities, each invading her body, and influencing events in her life. The Mother Goddess and the Horned God, ironically, both influencing her life allows Mary to maintain sentience and autonomy of her own actions, but the conditions around her, within their control, are constantly shifting. Over the years this has turned Mary into a woman who feels content to just glide through life, unaware that while she does, two syncretic spiritual deities are vying for her soul.
Ability: None. (May develop later)
Talents:* Sketching: Years spent drawing the flowers growing in the Oakenheim Cemetery have given Mary a talent for drawing quick, accurate sketches.
* Knowledge of psychoactive botany and mycology: Although not a professional botanist or mycologist, Mary has researched and has a working knowledge of the psychoactive flora of Oakenheim.
* Artistic Echoic Memory: As opposed to photographic memory, Mary, over the years, has developed a talent for remembering and replaying soundbytes in her head. While she only tends to use this for listening to music without her headphones, theoretically, she could use this type of memory to recall gossip and small bits of information heard.
Recent history: Diana Janicot settled into Oakenheim soon after Mary was born, figuring it would be the perfect small town for a single mother to raise a child. That child, of course, was Mary. She was never sad or particularly traumatized, it just seemed that for Mary, each year of her life dimmed her enthusiasm, but only slightly.
She always enjoyed music and nature's beauty, and as she grew older, these two things became constants in her life. While not in school the young girl would often find herself in the Oakenheim Cemetery, enjoying the quiet of the place, as well as it's flowers. As she grew the Oakenheim Cemetery would become her favorite place to hang out, it felt like the only place in the world she held some semblance of control.
When she entered high school Mary began following local Oakenheim acts around as a groupie, often finding herself in relationships with women much older than her. This is also how she began her recreational drug use, in her own words, it; "keeps those dreams away." As opposed to finding a dealer, Mary began devoting her free time to studying psychoactive flora, her hobby has given her a few close brushes with the law.</s>
<|message|>Orion Ellis
Orion just watched the others as they descended from their lofty perch and contemplation. He tongued the back of his teeth thoughtfully.
"Sure thing, Batty," he replied to what he rather sapiecentrically thought of as an empty room.
Following behind, the black sheepdog that he was, he watched his footing on the strangely twisting, interwoven branches that served for a stair. The mention of his name snapped his head up. There seemed to be a tension in the room. He scanned faces and body language for meaning. Then he thought better of it. This was not his scene. It would work itself out or not. He listened to Danny. Mister Reasonable. The rest of them were still the Greeks to Orion. He couldn't make much of their hide or their hair. But that would work itself out. Or not. He looked over at August. He really didn't have a handle on any of this really. Thing were not smooth. Why weren't they smooth. He frowned at the thermos in her hands. Something clicked in Orion's brain. Smiling self-congratulatory, he reached over the redhead and plucked the thermos from her hands. Taking a sip he hummed appreciatively. Walking over with the container close to his face, warm steam on his chin he maneuvered through the entangled group. The tension had drawn the walls in. Slipping between Jackson and Konoa he placed a hand on the former's shoulder in what he hoped was a solid, reassuring way. It would work itself out. He smiled at Mary as he wiggled around her to the far wall. She seemed to have her blood up. He reached his pack.
Placing the thermos down on the dirt carefully. He rummaged through his tightly packed bag. Of course they were near the bottom. Reaching past the rest of his belongings he plunged his hand deep into the bottom of the canvas pack. Finally, and with as much flourish as possible he retrieved the objects of his quest. Thick, woolen mittens covered in vaguely Native American-esque knitting patterns whipped through the earthy air. Orion picked up the thermos with his other hand and reversed his trek. Patting Konoa this time he smiled at Max. He had no idea what was up with Max, but it would probably work itself out.
Finally returning to August he proffered the mittens to her.
"Here. They're new." He looked at her expectantly pleased. Like a dog; a sheepdog.</s>
<|message|>Jackson DuCarthy
"I'm not asking for history, I'm not asking for a lecture, all I want is some proof that you know what you're doing, right here, right now, and are not going to get us all killed going after this kid. I'M NOT GOING THROUGH THIS SHIT A SECOND TIME!!" Jackson responded to Kanoa before Danny intervened, as her answer did nothing to calm his nerves, and everything to to set them off. God dammit if I'm going to let her drag me any further without some reassurance that she isn't leading us to our deaths
She's just a foolish little girl, how can she provide any such promises, Jackson, she'll lead you to your grave. Jackson went rigid as Apophsis spoke to him, which coincided with when Orion came over to give him a reassuring pat in his shoulder, just barely keeping his face from giving away any emotion. Come now, Jacky-boy, you've already been through hell once, why let her drag you back into the horror you've only just begun to recover from. Let me kill her, Jackson, let me choke the life out of her and you'll all be saved from her idiocy.
Jackson held himself with a shiver, not from the words the spirit spoke, but from the way he almost agreed with it. A part of him wanted to let Apophsis kill Kanoa, was convinced that following her would only lead to another night of agony and death. A bigger part of him, however, knew that doing that would be insane, that this was murder he was contemplating, and the fact he was even considering it was sickening. Jackson backed away from everyone until his back hit a tree someways away, his breathing becoming erratic as he fell into a familiar pit of self-loathing, anger, and sadness, though anger was the main emotion he was feeling, a cold hatred he held for Apophsis that transcended everything else he had ever felt. Now, more than ever, he wanted this spirit out of him, because he knew that it was changing him, draining his humanity and replacing it with something else, something dark and sinister. And as days go by, he found himself caring less and less. This is no way to live, slowly being hollowed out from the inside, feeling your humanity slipping away. And yet, you won't ever let me end it, will you? Apophsis only chuckled in response.</s>
<|message|>John Maxwell
"Yeah, I guessed that," Maxwell said with a genuinely warm smile, not offended in the slightest by Jackson's comment. Instead he simply got out of the guys way. Being angry was never productive. But doing nothing with that anger was even worse. At least by giving his anger a voice he would get it out into the open. With that said Maxwell had considered following after Jackson just in case he went a little overboard, which with the guy in question was a very real possibility, however in the end had opted against sticking his nose in any further. Besides, with Jackson gone it was left entirely to him to watch the entrance of the 'tree house'. Which was not entirely a bad deal considering the uncomfortable vibes that he had gotten from the place. It didn't want him in there and the feeling was, as they say, mutual.
And in the end it didn't matter either way since Kanoa came trailing out of the house a few moments later with the others in tow, including Jackson. He listened with rapt attention to the various details that were offered by different members of the group, some more fantastical than others. But considering the 'talents' of those assembled not entirely beyond belief. And the more he listened the more sinister the house started to feel. Less like it was rejecting him and more that it meant him physical harm. But also the less nervous he became. The explanations were going fine for a little while, however Jackson seemed to be dancing on the edge of whatever tightrope he seemed to be metaphorically straddling.
He watched as Jackson backed away, consumed by another internal battle that must have been raging within. Unfortunately he didn't know how to help him, at least for the moment. He turned toward Kanoa. "I'm not saying that I agree with Jackson entirely but it's easy to understand where he's coming from. Learning through experience has its merits. No doubt. But not all us can go on faith alone," he said in a neutral tone. He raised his hands in a conciliatory manner and looked between Jackson and Kanoa.
"How about this. For now we just carry on as is, at least until we get back to town. After that, maybe we can have a little talk, clear the air, that kind of thing. And perhaps then you can show us something a little more concrete than theory and folklore. It doesn't have to be much, books, images, documents, things that have been recorded by those who know about this kind of stuff. How about it, Leader?" Maxwell had already spoken more in the last few days than he did in the average week, or at least that was how it felt to him. It was taxing.</s>
| <|message|>Mary Janicot
"We are literally," Mary paused for emphasis, "Like, literally literally, like, literally I'm using the word literally by it's Oxford friggin' dictionary definition literally..." She stepped into the focus of the cluster of a group.
"LITERALLY." For the moment, all of her attention was on Maxwell, "We are literally in a magic treehouse. This isn't some red neck's backwood shack, dude. We're literally in a magical home made from a tree-- not hollowed out! With a couch somehow perfectly formed, plants that shouldn't exist and like," She pointed to the ethereal glow of the orange flames the vines had been continually producing, "Those."
She sighed, slightly surprised how intensely she had come to defend their 'Leader' "What's more concrete than that? We're here-- we see the magic house, and based on the shit Fox McCloud was growing... just... I can assure you on the sinister shit front. Something worth looking into happened here. I'm talking mind control shit-- coma, brain damage... poison that can make you sleep to death..."
She pointed a finger at Jackson, "It honestly might do this guy some good though!" She didn't catch her rising voice until it was too late-- it was still well under room temperature, but the sudden volume shift stemming from frustration... very un-Mary-like, Mary.
"Seriously though, man. Chill the fuck out, okay?" She held the vial between two fingers, displaying it to Jackson, "Do you see this? It's a fucking potion? I didn't even know potions were a thing anymore, and like..." Casual serenity. Closing her eyes, Mary focused for several seconds on recapturing that feeling, that warmth, that she had felt several minutes prior. The lilac glow surrounded her hands, "We can just make them! Kanoa just taught me how, like just now! It was... um... nevermind! Point is, she'll get around to the other stuff, but you need to give her time." Mary paused, "She's kind of a weirdo, and social interactions are hard-- I think most of us can agree with that," She shifted her glance to Orion, "Well, except Orion. He just has awful tastes in music," facing Jackson and the group at large, she continued, "Still, I don't know. I think we've got some moral responsibility, y'know?" She tilted her head, "Jackson, is your schizophrenic demon being a dick? Tell it to check it's privilege and chill."
From the murky, smokey bogs of her mind, Mary could hear a distinct Latin chattering of a man and a woman and... cackles? Were they laughing at her?
Shut up!</s> |
<|description|>John Maxwell
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Personality: Often stoic and thoughtful but by no means cold or apathetic, Maxwell is often misunderstood due to his slightly imposing presence, his stern expression and penetrating eyes making him seem unfriendly and permanently irritated. Far from cold and apathetic, Maxwell cares a great deal about his friends and family and would go to great lengths to keep them from harms way, it is simply that he lacks the ability to completely express that sentiment. Following his 'awakening' he has been left with an almost unquenchable sense of curiosity about the world that until recently had been so familiar.
Appearance: Maxwell stands at 5ft11, has a toned but non muscular build and possesses a tanned complexion with forest green eyes and grey hair. The colour of his hair, an abnormal colour for a man of his age is the result of the manner in which his tether was originally forged. His body is free from any scarring, no small miracle considering his recent history and other then his near constant stern expression he possesses no true distinguishing physical features.
In terms of clothing he shows little variation on a day to day basis. On his upper body Maxwell wears a plain shirt, a loosely tied tie and a thick high collared hooded jacket that reaches down to just below his waist. On his lower body he wears a pair of simple cargo pants and brown laced boots. Only his hands and face remain uncovered by such form of material. Lately he has spent an unhealthy amount of time with a certain mask in his possession, though he has yet to be seen to actually wear it.
Tether: Maxwell is no natural and therefore the manifestation of his tether is no natural occurrence. Nor is it granted to him by some benevolent or symbiotic entity. His tether manifests as a result of a blending of spiritual energies, though whether such an effect was the intent is open to debate. What there can be doubt of was the acts necessity. The presence of his tether is denoted by a mark on his chest, a burned black hand print that only Maxwell seems to be able to perceive.
The event that precluded his 'awakening' was his own death. Or what should have been his death at any rate, the circumstances of which are sketchy to say the least. It began when an entity beyond human perception anchored itself to him, a spiritual being that feeds upon the spiritual energy inherent to all life. This immaterial entity, unable to sustain its own existence latches itself to another like a spiritual parasite. Such a haunting if left to progress invariably leads to death of the haunted individual, often culminating in an event designed to inflicted grief and suffering in its wake.
The symptoms exhibited are constant in all cases with little variation, beginning with lethargy and emotional numbing as the haunted individual's essence is slowly suffused by the constant presence of their malign guest. Highly susceptible to suggestion these victims are easily manipulated and are often the victims of apparent suicides. Maxwell had climbed onto the railing of a bridge and without a moments hesitation had stepped into space. Maxwell remembers the act, but not the intention. Nor does he remember hitting the ground.
All he was left with was a feeling that something very important had been taken from him. And that that something had been returned, in a manner of speaking. When a Hollow, a being named for its victims rather than itself feeds it takes more then it needs. There had not been enough left of Maxwell to return what had been taken. So the Hollows essence had been blended with his own to make up the difference. Though as for the type of being that could accomplish such a feat that is another matter entirely.
Tether Origin - Hollow (Will be a link to a codex entry later)
Ability/Talents
Ability – Psychokinesis? - Maxwell has developed the ability to interact with the physical world to a small extent through the force of his will alone, though the force that he can exert is somewhat weak, no stronger than the force he could physically exert himself. With that said the ability to remotely extend his reach has had its uses despite its limited capacity. Maxwell himself is not completely convinced as to whether this 'ability' is indeed the phenomenon people refer to as psychokinesis and not something more...sinister. When he uses this ability it feels like something is looming over him.
Talents
Observant – Maxwell is an observant individual who notices details that many people overlook, though that is not to say that it makes these details known unless directly asked.
Strong Willed – He is not sure if he was always this way but since his 'incident' he has had the strangest feeling that his psyche has been reinforced somehow. Maxwell has now has a stronger will than most normal people, allowing him to resist abilities and phenomenon that seek to subvert free will through subtle and aggressive means. This makes him resistant and not immune however.
Pale Touch – Not a talent per see but a phenomenon that has become apparent following his near death experience and the advent of his so called telekinesis. Maxwell has a sickening effect on plants when he stands too close to them, causing them to wilt up and even die. He gains nothing from this that he knows of and is quite disturbed by it.
Recent History: Originally from England, the Maxwell family has relocated several times during the last two decades, having spent time significant periods of time in England, Germany and France before eventually settling in Oakenheim, Maine. John's father Adrian Maxwell is an author of some renown, especially within the supernatural fiction genre. His step mother Alice Maxwell works are a teacher in one of the local Kindergartens. And until several months ago John was just a student with normal student problems. That was when the 'haunting' first began.
From the point of view of his friends and family John became increasingly distant and reclusive. And then without warning he climbed over the railing of a bridge and stepped over the edge. His rehabilitation over the following month had been something of an experience. He felt non the emotions that the doctors told him that he must have been felling, nor did he ever remember feeling them. He remembered stepped off the bridge, he couldn't deny the fact regardless, but as for the intention to do so he had no recollection of. Looking back it was as if he were viewing the memories of another person entirely rather than his own with a detached clarity that he had never experienced before.
He has recently returned to his 'life' after being given a clean bill of health. His new found clarity forced to the surface questions that he had never even considered asking before. And a sense that all of this had happened before.</s>
<|message|>Orion Ellis
Orion just watched the others as they descended from their lofty perch and contemplation. He tongued the back of his teeth thoughtfully.
"Sure thing, Batty," he replied to what he rather sapiecentrically thought of as an empty room.
Following behind, the black sheepdog that he was, he watched his footing on the strangely twisting, interwoven branches that served for a stair. The mention of his name snapped his head up. There seemed to be a tension in the room. He scanned faces and body language for meaning. Then he thought better of it. This was not his scene. It would work itself out or not. He listened to Danny. Mister Reasonable. The rest of them were still the Greeks to Orion. He couldn't make much of their hide or their hair. But that would work itself out. Or not. He looked over at August. He really didn't have a handle on any of this really. Thing were not smooth. Why weren't they smooth. He frowned at the thermos in her hands. Something clicked in Orion's brain. Smiling self-congratulatory, he reached over the redhead and plucked the thermos from her hands. Taking a sip he hummed appreciatively. Walking over with the container close to his face, warm steam on his chin he maneuvered through the entangled group. The tension had drawn the walls in. Slipping between Jackson and Konoa he placed a hand on the former's shoulder in what he hoped was a solid, reassuring way. It would work itself out. He smiled at Mary as he wiggled around her to the far wall. She seemed to have her blood up. He reached his pack.
Placing the thermos down on the dirt carefully. He rummaged through his tightly packed bag. Of course they were near the bottom. Reaching past the rest of his belongings he plunged his hand deep into the bottom of the canvas pack. Finally, and with as much flourish as possible he retrieved the objects of his quest. Thick, woolen mittens covered in vaguely Native American-esque knitting patterns whipped through the earthy air. Orion picked up the thermos with his other hand and reversed his trek. Patting Konoa this time he smiled at Max. He had no idea what was up with Max, but it would probably work itself out.
Finally returning to August he proffered the mittens to her.
"Here. They're new." He looked at her expectantly pleased. Like a dog; a sheepdog.</s>
<|message|>Jackson DuCarthy
"I'm not asking for history, I'm not asking for a lecture, all I want is some proof that you know what you're doing, right here, right now, and are not going to get us all killed going after this kid. I'M NOT GOING THROUGH THIS SHIT A SECOND TIME!!" Jackson responded to Kanoa before Danny intervened, as her answer did nothing to calm his nerves, and everything to to set them off. God dammit if I'm going to let her drag me any further without some reassurance that she isn't leading us to our deaths
She's just a foolish little girl, how can she provide any such promises, Jackson, she'll lead you to your grave. Jackson went rigid as Apophsis spoke to him, which coincided with when Orion came over to give him a reassuring pat in his shoulder, just barely keeping his face from giving away any emotion. Come now, Jacky-boy, you've already been through hell once, why let her drag you back into the horror you've only just begun to recover from. Let me kill her, Jackson, let me choke the life out of her and you'll all be saved from her idiocy.
Jackson held himself with a shiver, not from the words the spirit spoke, but from the way he almost agreed with it. A part of him wanted to let Apophsis kill Kanoa, was convinced that following her would only lead to another night of agony and death. A bigger part of him, however, knew that doing that would be insane, that this was murder he was contemplating, and the fact he was even considering it was sickening. Jackson backed away from everyone until his back hit a tree someways away, his breathing becoming erratic as he fell into a familiar pit of self-loathing, anger, and sadness, though anger was the main emotion he was feeling, a cold hatred he held for Apophsis that transcended everything else he had ever felt. Now, more than ever, he wanted this spirit out of him, because he knew that it was changing him, draining his humanity and replacing it with something else, something dark and sinister. And as days go by, he found himself caring less and less. This is no way to live, slowly being hollowed out from the inside, feeling your humanity slipping away. And yet, you won't ever let me end it, will you? Apophsis only chuckled in response.</s>
| <|message|>John Maxwell
"Yeah, I guessed that," Maxwell said with a genuinely warm smile, not offended in the slightest by Jackson's comment. Instead he simply got out of the guys way. Being angry was never productive. But doing nothing with that anger was even worse. At least by giving his anger a voice he would get it out into the open. With that said Maxwell had considered following after Jackson just in case he went a little overboard, which with the guy in question was a very real possibility, however in the end had opted against sticking his nose in any further. Besides, with Jackson gone it was left entirely to him to watch the entrance of the 'tree house'. Which was not entirely a bad deal considering the uncomfortable vibes that he had gotten from the place. It didn't want him in there and the feeling was, as they say, mutual.
And in the end it didn't matter either way since Kanoa came trailing out of the house a few moments later with the others in tow, including Jackson. He listened with rapt attention to the various details that were offered by different members of the group, some more fantastical than others. But considering the 'talents' of those assembled not entirely beyond belief. And the more he listened the more sinister the house started to feel. Less like it was rejecting him and more that it meant him physical harm. But also the less nervous he became. The explanations were going fine for a little while, however Jackson seemed to be dancing on the edge of whatever tightrope he seemed to be metaphorically straddling.
He watched as Jackson backed away, consumed by another internal battle that must have been raging within. Unfortunately he didn't know how to help him, at least for the moment. He turned toward Kanoa. "I'm not saying that I agree with Jackson entirely but it's easy to understand where he's coming from. Learning through experience has its merits. No doubt. But not all us can go on faith alone," he said in a neutral tone. He raised his hands in a conciliatory manner and looked between Jackson and Kanoa.
"How about this. For now we just carry on as is, at least until we get back to town. After that, maybe we can have a little talk, clear the air, that kind of thing. And perhaps then you can show us something a little more concrete than theory and folklore. It doesn't have to be much, books, images, documents, things that have been recorded by those who know about this kind of stuff. How about it, Leader?" Maxwell had already spoken more in the last few days than he did in the average week, or at least that was how it felt to him. It was taxing.</s> |
<|description|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Appearance: Penn
masked appearance: The Reaper
Mask: Mask
Abilities: Penn is a borderline prodigy and proved it during his time as a university teacher.
Masked Abilities: Levitation - Penn does not call it flight, as he moves around with the absence of external forces, and doesn't push against anything.
Umbraspace/Hammerspace - Reaper can put himself and other objects into shadows, using them as gates to the void. He cannot put other humans or living beings into the void, as it lacks air.
Night vision
Limited Pyrokenesis, black flames.
Personality:
Masked Personality: Reaper is a being of justice, and has little sense of mercy. He knows when he isn't enough to handle a situation, and isn't afraid to ask for help from other masked beings.
Biography: Pendleton Howl was born in Australia, but he and his parents moved to America so he could be raised in a small town in northern California to a family with a comfortable lifestyle. He was raised well, and was almost considered a child prodigy in sciences and mathematics. He excelled in just about all of his classes, and gained a full scholarship at the age of fifteen.
Years later, Penn decided to take a trip back to his little hometown, and stumbled on a tiny store next to the road he was traveling. Deciding to take a look at what was there, he encountered an interesting mask. He was a man of science, but he still loved the stories of mythology and the impossible, so he bought the reaper mask and put it on. In black flames that burned with a pain like no other, he transformed for the first time into his alias known as The reaper. He kept the mask a secret from everyone, including his own family. and only put it on again when he returned to his home near the college he now taught at as a professor.
He became The Reaper again, fighting crime and all of the normal superhero things, but in his down, Reaper way.
As the years went by, the thoughts and abilities of the reaper began to linger onto his normal body, eventually to the point where he could create small flames and hide in the shadows without the mask. By then, he had already found the institute. It was old and run down when he found it. No signs of human life anywhere. He repaired it, recreated the facility in the middle of nowhere. During this time, he studied the mask as much as he could, wanting to unlock the secrets that were within the mask. One by one, people with masks showed up at the institute, all with the same questions. He offered to help them, as long as they could help him with his research. It became a base of sorts for masked heroes and villains alike, even with their remarkably small numbers. They grew over time, but even the masked men and women were susceptible to an early fate out of Penn's hands.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
As people gathered around the shack above the Facility, Penn was notified through a device of his own design meant for monitoring the underground building. It was pretty much a phone in all aspects, but one of his own design, and one of a kind. It rang and vibrated as the sensors outside picked up activity, and the scientist walked back to his lab to grab his mask.
As he walked through the halls, he passed by the room of one Nina Simone. She had come to the Facility in her masked form not too long ago, and as always, he introduced himself to her and allowed the mask wearer in. Deciding to stop at her room, he knocked on the door and waited a moment before opening it with a "Hello?" He didn't walk in, but instead peaked his head inside and looked around briefly.
"You came here with your mask on, and it's usually fifty fifty if the wearers remember what happens." He told her, still unsure if she was listening. "Well anyways, My name is Pendleton Howl, and I'm the one running this place. It's good to have another addition here, so I'll be going now." Pendleton shut the door and began to walk again, hoping that he didn't interrupt anything by suddenly coming in. If he had the time, he would have just waited until she invited him in, if she did at all, but he needed to make sure those people over ground weren't drying from the lack of life.
He made his way back to his lab and put his mask on, black flames encasing his body as if it were a cocoon. A moment later, the flames dispersed, and a tall figure in black emerge from where Penn once was. The only reason his room was taller than most was because the Reaper's form was easily larger than six feet in height. In an instant, the cloaked figure disappeared into the shadows.
In another moment, the Reaper appeared overground through a small shadow in the shack. He could feel a presence making its way down, but whoever was down there would be surprised to find that it would simply be a dead-end without Penn's authorization. Instead of going down, the Reaper walked out into the open, awaiting the others nearby to get closer to the shack. He stood tall, scythe in hand, and waited patiently.</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
Kimiko waited patiently for Dite to find the location for the drop. There was nothing else to do so she began to meditate. The pilot on the other hand was getting frustrated no jump had ever taken this long and he can't for the life of him figure out why he let it go so long. Eventually Dite announced it was time. Kimiko grabbed her bag. Dite was the first to jump out of the plane, Dite being a risk taker waited until it was almost to late to pull the ripcord. Kimiko jumped and screamed in fear until she pulled the ripcord at the earliest possible moment.
Dite and Kimiko landed behind the shack. Kimiko really wanted to question Dite's choice of landing spots, but her mistress was always right. Kimiko only had one question. "How are we supposed to get back to civilization? We have no water, no transpo, and it's goddess knows how many days travel to the nearest neighbor." Dite always the optimistic one. "We'll figure it out. Later." Dite walked around the corner looking for an entrance. "Look Charon is here. Char baby long time no see. You finally get tired of ferrying the dead on the River Styx?" Kimiko saw the tall robed creature and freaked out. Kimiko passed out. Dite turned to introduce Kimiki to Charon. "Poor thing. She did the same thing when I told her who Dite truly is." Dite picked Kimiko up and put her over her shoulder. "So Char baby, got any place where this poor girl can rest?"</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Having being spoken to by the extraordinarily beautiful woman, The Reaper looked at her and took note of the mask that she wore. She knew they there were several types of masks out there, in all sorts of different pieces of headgear, but he enjoyed seeing just a mask every once and a while. If his face could have been seen, Dite would have taken notice of the raised eyebrow that Penn had on his face. He knew of Charon, the ferryman of the dead, and he supposed that it's what he could be, as a reaper in a black cloak is rather synonymous and well known.
Normally, he was opposed to letting non-mask users into the Facility, but he was sure that the wreathed woman would find some way to get her in. The Reaper nodded and motioned for them to continue onward. "There are others making their way into the waiting room." His voice resonated with power. He then moved his free hand over to his face to remove the mask. Once again, he was cloaked in black flames before returning to his normal form, the mask in his hands as he stood there.
"Penn Howl." He introduced himself. "There seem to be some others on their way here, so just head on down into the waiting room and wait until the doors open. I'll explain more when we get past that."</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
"I am Dite, Char baby you may know me as Aphrodite. This is my personal assisstant Kimiko." Dite motioned for Kimiko to step forward. "Since when do the masks that ruled the ancient world as gods allowed themselves to be removed?" Dite waved her hand as if wiping away the subject. "Let's go check the inside of this facility Kimiko. Let's hope the inside looks better than the outside, if not I am going to be extremely dissappointed." Kimiko recognized the tone in Dite's voice. It was extremely subtle, one would have to spend quite a lot of time with Dite to recognize the difference. Dite issued a threat.
Like always Kimiko went in first. When it was determined to be safe she called for Dite. Dite inspected the inside. "Much better than the outside, that isn't saying much." She looked for this waiting room. "Char baby where is this waiting room?"</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
The waiting room that Penn spoke of wasn't much more than a slightly lit basement with very little furnishing. However, that all changed when Penn took out his phone and pressed a button.
For anyone in the waiting room underground, it didn't look like much. The walls and floors were clean, but there was only a single light that dimly lit up the room. When Penn pressed the button, the walls changed from their stone grey into bright white octagonal panels, with lights in the open spaces of the panels. Everything in the room suddenly became much better because of a single button. The room was now much brighter, and appeared much cleaner than before, and before the people in the waiting room could get settled into the change, the wall across from the stairwell that led to the waiting room began to disappear, panel by panel to show an elevator with it's doors open. Of course there were other ways to get into the facility, but Penn enjoyed having it done a certain way whenever new people came to the facility.
If they were to take the elevator down now, they's find that once they reached their destination, the facility would still be relatively quiet. It was still somewhat early in the morning, and only so many people would be awake. Despite this, the Facility would be as hi-tech and clean as usual. The white octagonal panels were all over the place, a rather odd design choice from Penn, but he stuck to it.
Pendleton stayed above ground, waiting patiently for the rest of the newcomers. They couldn't be far away, and he put his mask back on to take the form of the Reaper once more.</s>
<|message|>Charlotte Pine
The girl with the gas mask had to refill the ATVs tank twice over the course of the night, and when she emptied the second - and last - reserve tank, a feeling of uncertainty snuck into her mood. Not knowing where to go was one thing, driving through the middle of a desolate landscape with preciously little water and food was another...and the lack of gas didn't make it any better. But she kept going. Not like she had much of a choice at this point, it didn't require a genius or a higher degree in math to understand that she couldn't return the way she came.
After hours and hours of driving through the desert, Charlotte finally reached the destination of her uncertain journey - a wooden shed came into view. The surprised 'Woah.' she let loose was certainly not because of the building, but rather directed at the person standing in front of it. Upon her arrival, she was still wearing the hooded jacket that shielded her from most of the nightly cold of the desert, together with fairly worn out pants and heavy boots. A bag full of basic belongings was strapped to the ATV. She stalled the motor and jumped off the vehicle without waiting for it to fully stop, roughly when the eerie figure in front of the building was close enough to hear her voice without excessive shouting. As the ATV slowly came to a halt, she produced a pistol from behind her back and carefully approached Pendleton, aiming down in front of her.
"Shit, I always thought the gates of hell would be more...opulent. The bouncer is just as I imagined, though.", she proclaimed jokingly half to herself, half to the grim reaper in front of her, waiting for what she presumed to be 'death' to react. Her mind racing to make sense of this scenery, trying to comprehend what this place was and why the mask directed her to this run-down house.</s>
<|message|>Bart Gauge (Bartholemhew with the mask on)
As Bartholomew strolled silently along, the activity around the shack started to increase. People began falling out of the sky and spindly person on some kind of 4 wheeled motorcycle rushed through the desert a few hundred yards away from Bartholomew. Watching all this go by with a blank expression, he kept walking towards the shack, his feet making light tapping sounds on the dried out lakebed that was the desert. Soon, after an hour of further walking (things in the desert are further then they appear), the shack was mere yards away, however he found that he was approaching it from behind. Before he started wrapping around the dilapidated structure, the four wheeled vehicle he spotted in the distance prior to his arrival coasted past him at a slow pace before slowing to a halt; soon he heard the semi-distant sound of a woman.
Leaning his head around the corner of the structure, him and all the other long dead souls in the mask to a combined shit. Death, the creature that they thought they were safe from in the mask was only a few yards away.
'HIDE THE MASK!' yelled the combined trapped souls and quickly, without a comment Bartholomew did so, clearly petrified by the presence of death. Slipping the mask back into his bag Bart felt Bartholomew slip away from him and relinquish command, however he still felt some of bart inside him, like residue at the bottom of a coffee pot; he felt this way because the mask less features of Bartholomew were still on his face, the wide black beady eyes and the smoothed black hair, but slowly strand by strand his hair turned blonde again and muscle by muscle, his irises reappeared and his eyes shrunk.</s>
| <|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Reaper's cloak flapped in the dry yet gentle wind. He observed the woman with the gas mask as she approached, and could feel the presence of several trapped souls. Being the Grim Reaper, he had extra senses like that. Suddenly, the trapped souls disappeared from his radar, He could no longer feel their presence, but just one soul taking their place.
He didn't move at the sight of her firearm. The bullets wouldn't pass through him, but they would hardly be an effective tool to slay him. He was the Reaper, a god in his own right that took souls away from the land of the living.
"Your mask." He spoke suddenly to the woman, his free hand pointing at her face. "Does it change you? Bind you with another? Are you more than you were without it?" While sandstorms were somewhat common, there hadn't been one in the area in quite some time, and the mask could have just been an accessory. She could have just wandered to the shack. They were all possible. "Remove your mask." He told her. Penn wanted for it to sounds like a request than an order, but the Reaper is hardly ever wavering.
He then pointed with his scythe in the direction of the other being near him, the one that used to be the collective form of several souls. "Your mask is unique." he spoke as powerfully as ever. "Go inside, more will be explained shortly."</s> |
<|description|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Appearance: Penn
masked appearance: The Reaper
Mask: Mask
Abilities: Penn is a borderline prodigy and proved it during his time as a university teacher.
Masked Abilities: Levitation - Penn does not call it flight, as he moves around with the absence of external forces, and doesn't push against anything.
Umbraspace/Hammerspace - Reaper can put himself and other objects into shadows, using them as gates to the void. He cannot put other humans or living beings into the void, as it lacks air.
Night vision
Limited Pyrokenesis, black flames.
Personality:
Masked Personality: Reaper is a being of justice, and has little sense of mercy. He knows when he isn't enough to handle a situation, and isn't afraid to ask for help from other masked beings.
Biography: Pendleton Howl was born in Australia, but he and his parents moved to America so he could be raised in a small town in northern California to a family with a comfortable lifestyle. He was raised well, and was almost considered a child prodigy in sciences and mathematics. He excelled in just about all of his classes, and gained a full scholarship at the age of fifteen.
Years later, Penn decided to take a trip back to his little hometown, and stumbled on a tiny store next to the road he was traveling. Deciding to take a look at what was there, he encountered an interesting mask. He was a man of science, but he still loved the stories of mythology and the impossible, so he bought the reaper mask and put it on. In black flames that burned with a pain like no other, he transformed for the first time into his alias known as The reaper. He kept the mask a secret from everyone, including his own family. and only put it on again when he returned to his home near the college he now taught at as a professor.
He became The Reaper again, fighting crime and all of the normal superhero things, but in his down, Reaper way.
As the years went by, the thoughts and abilities of the reaper began to linger onto his normal body, eventually to the point where he could create small flames and hide in the shadows without the mask. By then, he had already found the institute. It was old and run down when he found it. No signs of human life anywhere. He repaired it, recreated the facility in the middle of nowhere. During this time, he studied the mask as much as he could, wanting to unlock the secrets that were within the mask. One by one, people with masks showed up at the institute, all with the same questions. He offered to help them, as long as they could help him with his research. It became a base of sorts for masked heroes and villains alike, even with their remarkably small numbers. They grew over time, but even the masked men and women were susceptible to an early fate out of Penn's hands.</s>
<|message|>Nina Simone
Nina chuckled, remaining in her strange sitting position as the three entered the room. Her platinum curls were practically touching the ground, not that she minded… she was more interested in these interesting new strangers. "Interesting? Most call it insanity." She chimed, barely paying the strange blonde a second glance. Instead her shimmering red eyes were fixed on the other woman, the one who had actually greeted her. For someone as old as the mask was manners were very important.
The woman's lips puckered, her eyes rolling to look up, or in her case down at the floor, as she thought over the question. "Your mask, that's the reason dearie. This place here studies them and such…" she replies, pointing to the silver mask attached to her own face. "At least that's about as much as I know, didn't really pay attention." She chuckles.
Suddenly her eyes snap to the other woman, an eyebrow going up. "And what might you be up to? You know it's not polite to touch someone without their permission, right girly??" she questioned, something dark seeping into her voice past the madness. The cheerful nature in her features was now gone, now she almost seemed ready for a killing spree.
For a few moments Nina merely stared her down, awaiting a reply before another thought interrupted her current actions. Her mood suddenly brightened, the dangerous atmosphere that had been brimming just moments before disappearing with it. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself! Forgive me for that blip in manners. The name's Nina Simone, and you three might be?" she chuckled.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
His body turned only slightly once he felt yet another presence in the nearby area. Like the others, he was at least somewhat fearful of the visage of death mere feet away from them. The gas mask wearing woman that he had been speaking with held her gun casually, but still ready to strike if needed.
"Fear not." He spoke out to the two of them. "Neither of you are dead, nor will be." His body twisted around to look into the shack. He was sure that the people he had seen earlier were already down in the Facility by now, and it would be best if the people up on the surface went down below as well.
The reaper began to glide across the ground and into the seemingly abandoned shack. He stopped momentarily, and turned back around to look at them with the black portals to the void that served as his eyes. "Come along. There's much to explain." He then turned back around and walked inside before going down. As he reached the bottom of the basement, Reaper reverted back into the form of Penn, and waited at the doors of the elevator. With a sigh, he reminded himself that the one in the wheelchair wouldn't be able to go down the stairs. As much as he liked showing the new people around this certain way, he was going to have to use one of the other lifts to get him inside.</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
Kimiko's timid nature turned 180, she slowly stood up. Kimiko slowly apporoached the crazy one, as she approached she slowly reached behind her back to grab the knife. Dite liked watching the sudden shifts from a timid mouse to ferocious lioness. Dite would have loved nothing more than to see Kimiko slit the crazy one's throat but she waved Kimiko away. "Dearie you are about to join a group of very select few." The pitch of her voice was modulated to add a since of domineering and malice.</s>
<|message|>Nina Simone
In a flurry of moving limbs Nina scrambled upright, a clear pout on her lips. She was now sitting on her knees, her fingers clutching the back of the chair as she looked up at the blonde. "Oh my, I didn't mean to upset you dearie... No, no, no, I just don't particularly like when people touch me without my knowledge. The last individual who did that ended up with a broken arm.... Reflexes and all, war really changes you and old habits die hard." She pouted, looking like a kicked puppy.
Nina chuckled, her downright cheery mood once again completely engulfing her. "I really am sorry dear, hope there's no more hard feelings. It would be quite sad if the only people I've met hated me.... " she added, her madness seeping away. The mask had its moments of clarity, and lucky for both it and Nina it knew when it was best not to make enemies. She smiled cheerily before letting herself fall back, her feet going over the arm rest and her head laying atop the other. Now she could once again see everyone.</s>
<|message|>Bart Gauge (Bartholemhew with the mask on)
Through out the entire event, Bart was plastered to the wall of the shack, panting but the more he listened to the grim reaper, the more he began to think that he might not kill him. Walking around the side of the dilapidated structure, he revealed himself to the sunlight that the wall was blocking. Squinting, he followed the reaper down, though waiting for him to reach the floor they were heading to, before noting the number down and pushing the corresponding button to that floor.
Whilst in the elevator, Bart slipped the mask on and instantly regretted it, all he could hear was shouting and arguing as Bartholemhew retook control of the body. Every soul in the mask was panicing or bickering about the reaper and the fact that Bart was stupid enough to get into the elevator but Bartholemhew stepped in before he could go brain deaf, "could you all please be quiet," he asked dryly, leaning against the elevator control planel by accident, "or I'll take this mask off and have that idiot Bart take the reins." a small 'hey!' of disapproval escaped his mouth as Bart protested. After another moment of waiting, the elevator punted and the doors slid open with a smooth, 'whoosh'; he found himself looking into a rather shonkey looking waiting room filled with strangers, he gripped the cane handle firmly and walked to the opposite end of the room, away from the group of people and sat on a rather uncomfortable couch.</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
Dite noticed Charon and some others came down the elevator. "Char baby came to join the party? Party hasn't really started yet. Lack of food and entertainment you see, but you were never one to socialize bit of a stick in the mud, always on duty ferrying people to the afterlife across the Styx." Dite sat down in a chair across from the crazy girl and pulled Kimiko into her lap. "Char baby, what is this place and why was I summoned here?" Dite began to rub Kimiko's cheek affectionately.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Seeing Dite again, Penn waved at the woman and pulled out his phone. He tapped and slid his finger across the screen several times before a low rumbling could be heard. Of course, nothing could be seen by anyone underground, but the parapalegic man above ground would have seen a large square of ground rise up to reveal a platform. The lift that Pendleton had activated led to the garage, which wasn't far from where he and the others were. Finally deciding to reply to Dite's comments, Penn put his phone away and looked at her, taking a glance at his mask just before. "I can't truly explain why you were summoned here." he told her, but hoped that the others were listening as well.
"I found this place several years ago in my masked form, the form Dite here knows as Charon. I know him as the Reaper, but that's besides the point. Me and him have a close relationship, and I'm pretty in control when I have the mask on. Like you all, I had a feeling, or wandering thought about coming to this place. I'm still not entirely sure about it's significance and relation to the masks, but I can tell you that there is something binding both fantasy and technology within these masks, and deeper underground than I have dug, could be a beacon of some sort that is attracting the masks."</s>
<|message|>Charlotte Pine
Not quite sold on the idea of following the grim reaper underground, Charlotte hesitated for a moment. Going through some sort of inner monologue no less, picking apart the reasons why it would most likely not be dangerous. It was a weird thing to happen to her, as normally fear wasn't part of her masked-up periods at all. And though fear still wasn't quite the right word to describe what kept her, it came close. It felt as though a small part of her was in awe of what lied ahead, and while the stronger part could easily force her down those stairs, it decided to ease the process by listing all the logical reasons why she'd already be dead if death truly was after her. The nervous tapping of her foot let small swirls of smoke depart from the cloud at her feet.
After what felt like an eternity, the girl with the gas mask approached the shed. A fleeting look to the side was made, to ensure that her vehicle and luggage wasn't autonomously escaping, then she stepped into the surprisingly cool shadows of the building. Due to the less windy conditions inside and her slightly excited mood, it didn't take long until a noticeable trail of smoke marked her path through the small interior. Unlike the reaper, she didn't feel the other presence here, and so she simply moved deeper into the complex until she found an elevator, oddly out of place.
"Here goes nothing.", she muttered to herself when the doors slid open seconds later and she followed the same path the other visitors went. During the trip down the elevator cabin almost entirely filled with her smoke-emission, giving her a momentary advantage over what might welcome her on the other side and most importantly: confidence. Gripping the pistol tighter and with both hands, she waited, waited. A small chime the harbinger of her arrival and the doors opened. During the time it took the wall of smoke to fall out of the elevator, she scanned the room, analysed that there was no immediate threat present, and let the handgun disappear before anyone could lay eyes on it. Misfit in this little cheery get-together, the oppressive figure stepped out of the elevator, her heavy, sand-crusted boots palpably damaging the modern interior of the room. For some reason, the high-tech scenery below that forsaken shed didn't phase her as much, likely because the encounter with Penn set the standard for surprises relatively high. The only sound coming from her was her breath, heavy and audible through the mask as she took details about the people present. Trying to discern who of them was the reaper, too.</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
Dite looked at Reaper inquisitively. "The masks that came to be known as the Greek deities had what some might refer to as rules, two in fact. The first was once we bonded we never allowed the mask to be taken off. The second was to never allow the host to have control while the mask was on. I don't know who you are but you are definitely not Charon."
Dite's attitude changed completely. She didn't like being fooled. She lifted Kimiko up off her lap. Dite also grabs the knife that Kimiko had.</s>
| <|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Upon seeing the knife that Dite now held, Penn took a small step back and gripped his mask tightly. He was unaware that Dite would react this way, and had a small thought about other reaper masks for different pantheons. However, a resonating feeling from the mask settled those thoughts. His mask was the Only reaper mask. He was Charon, Death, Grim, all to most of the figures that represented death and taking souls to the other side. He even represented some of the faces of death that people believed to be female, like Śmierć and Hel.
"Dite." Penn told her, his hands slowly moving up to put the mask back on. "I didn't disagree with you earlier when you called both me and the mask Charon because that is a part of who we are. We represent all sorts of visions of death and reapers." He took a glance at the knife and back to the woman. "Please, just put the knife down before things get messy."</s> |
<|description|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Appearance: Penn
masked appearance: The Reaper
Mask: Mask
Abilities: Penn is a borderline prodigy and proved it during his time as a university teacher.
Masked Abilities: Levitation - Penn does not call it flight, as he moves around with the absence of external forces, and doesn't push against anything.
Umbraspace/Hammerspace - Reaper can put himself and other objects into shadows, using them as gates to the void. He cannot put other humans or living beings into the void, as it lacks air.
Night vision
Limited Pyrokenesis, black flames.
Personality:
Masked Personality: Reaper is a being of justice, and has little sense of mercy. He knows when he isn't enough to handle a situation, and isn't afraid to ask for help from other masked beings.
Biography: Pendleton Howl was born in Australia, but he and his parents moved to America so he could be raised in a small town in northern California to a family with a comfortable lifestyle. He was raised well, and was almost considered a child prodigy in sciences and mathematics. He excelled in just about all of his classes, and gained a full scholarship at the age of fifteen.
Years later, Penn decided to take a trip back to his little hometown, and stumbled on a tiny store next to the road he was traveling. Deciding to take a look at what was there, he encountered an interesting mask. He was a man of science, but he still loved the stories of mythology and the impossible, so he bought the reaper mask and put it on. In black flames that burned with a pain like no other, he transformed for the first time into his alias known as The reaper. He kept the mask a secret from everyone, including his own family. and only put it on again when he returned to his home near the college he now taught at as a professor.
He became The Reaper again, fighting crime and all of the normal superhero things, but in his down, Reaper way.
As the years went by, the thoughts and abilities of the reaper began to linger onto his normal body, eventually to the point where he could create small flames and hide in the shadows without the mask. By then, he had already found the institute. It was old and run down when he found it. No signs of human life anywhere. He repaired it, recreated the facility in the middle of nowhere. During this time, he studied the mask as much as he could, wanting to unlock the secrets that were within the mask. One by one, people with masks showed up at the institute, all with the same questions. He offered to help them, as long as they could help him with his research. It became a base of sorts for masked heroes and villains alike, even with their remarkably small numbers. They grew over time, but even the masked men and women were susceptible to an early fate out of Penn's hands.</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
Dite looked at Reaper inquisitively. "The masks that came to be known as the Greek deities had what some might refer to as rules, two in fact. The first was once we bonded we never allowed the mask to be taken off. The second was to never allow the host to have control while the mask was on. I don't know who you are but you are definitely not Charon."
Dite's attitude changed completely. She didn't like being fooled. She lifted Kimiko up off her lap. Dite also grabs the knife that Kimiko had.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Upon seeing the knife that Dite now held, Penn took a small step back and gripped his mask tightly. He was unaware that Dite would react this way, and had a small thought about other reaper masks for different pantheons. However, a resonating feeling from the mask settled those thoughts. His mask was the Only reaper mask. He was Charon, Death, Grim, all to most of the figures that represented death and taking souls to the other side. He even represented some of the faces of death that people believed to be female, like Śmierć and Hel.
"Dite." Penn told her, his hands slowly moving up to put the mask back on. "I didn't disagree with you earlier when you called both me and the mask Charon because that is a part of who we are. We represent all sorts of visions of death and reapers." He took a glance at the knife and back to the woman. "Please, just put the knife down before things get messy."</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
"Conartists don't disagree with being called names that don't belong to them either. Yet again you proved you are not Charon, with the Greek deity masks there is no we, there is only the mask. The mask takes over completely it surpresses the weak, useless human host. If I were to remove the mask right now the host would collapse to the floor and never do one single thing for the rest of it's life. There is only one person for the lack of a better term, we may represnet more than one diety over the centuries but at the core there is absolutely no change." She stood up. "Assuming I was willing to entertain the notion that you might be Charon, then tell me what happened to Hercules, I was there that day spare absolutely no detail. One wrong word, I promise you things will not get messy it will turn into a blood bath." She flipped the blade so that it pointed down. "I have also been several war dieties in my lifetime, I am not some poor helpless woman. I have lost track of how many men I have slaughtered over the centuries."</s>
<|message|>Koharu Saito
Things were getting way beyond what Koharu or Robert knew how to handle. Dite and Kimiko seemed to be going off the deep end with her threats and behavior. And Nina was clearly off in ways herself. What was wrong with all these people? The only one that even slightly seemed normal was Penn who spoke about the masks.
Moving toward the elevator it opened and smoke poured out to reveal a woman in a gas mask. Koharu had had enough and let Robert take the reigns for a while. Along with the relinquished control came the shapeshifting. They shifted forms from Koharu's to Robert's and he looked around at them all. "Could you guys maybe cool it or something. You're scaring Koharu." This was directed more to the others than the one producing smoke, even though there was some concern with that as well.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
"How long have you had your mask?" Penn suddenly asked. It was obvious that Dite was starting to annoy him, and it seemed as if she didn't grasp the concept of the masks like he did. He was not versed in Greek mythology, and Reaper did not remember every little detail of every soul he sent to the afterlife. Despite this, the mask resonated once against with bits and pieces of the death of the demigod. Nessus, a ferryman centaur, was the cause of his death. Hercules' wife was persuaded by the dying centaur to take some of his blood and use it as a love potion on Hercules. Instead, in her time of need, the blood did not act as a love potion, but a deadly toxin.
"Just how long have you been in possession of it?" He asked her once more. While not entirely the same, Penn and Reaper were once two completely separate entities. Reaper held complete control once the mask was put on, the Penn regained full control of his body when it was taken off. There was never anything between the two of them about never taking the mask off. The more he used the mask, and the longer he had it, the line between the two separate entities slowly began to blur. Penn became more Dutiful, and by now had complete control over the Reaper form and identity. To an amazing extent, even the powers of the reaper began to seep into Penn's normal form.
Penn held the mask out in front of him for all to see. Suddenly, it was engulfed and black flames. As the flames subsided, the mask was no longer in his possession. Unfortunately, without the mask worn, that was the extent of that certain ability. He could only call upon and call away the mask, and nothing else. If he ever wanted to access the umbraspace, it would take quite a toll on his human body. Even now, with that simple parlor trick, Penn was slightly exhausted and the man panted as he regained the energy he lost. He was sure though that the more and more he used the mask, the less it would toll on his human form.
Penn looked at Dity sternly and fiercely, the personalty of the mask seeping into him just a little more. "Whoever put on that mask originally is most likely long gone. Go ahead and cut me into pieces. I'll ferry myself into the afterlife with no problems. You, on the other hand, as well as everyone else here, will only get further away from the answer to the question on everyone's mind: why are we here?"</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
"In charge for two years six weeks five hours twelve minutes and thirty-three seconds give or take. Every host ceases to live once I or any of the other Greek deity masks takes control. They become nothing more than a soulless husk. I have been through two dozen hosts none of them but this one felt drawn to this place, which leads me to believe you are responsible. So start talking charlatan. No more games death boy."</s>
<|message|>Charlotte Pine
Charlotte's train of thought was promptly interrupted by the escalating conflict, but at least it spared her the riddling about who was the face of death. Again, not quite what she had expected. An old, evil-looking bald man with a ridiculous beard would have been a better fit, she thought, but at least he wasn't some quirky tiny girl. That would have been reallyfrightening. She made her assumptions about how much a bullet could do to death himself and from the conversation going on, the smug, noisy bitch was probably on his level... but it was just too tempting to get out the old Grach. On the other hand, she kind of couldn't care less about the ensuing violence and the reaper was more than likely not someone you could stab anyway. She simply stood in front of the elevator motionlessly, waiting for things to unfold until the reaper took his mask off and put it away somehow. That decidedly tipped the scales as he probably wasn't quite as impenetrable in this state. In the matter of a second she tensed, held her handgun pointed at Dite.
"Nice temper you have there missy. Maybe settle down a bit, you're scaring the kids."
She didn't make the effort to threaten Dite verbally, as the gun was quite unmistakable already. All of this happening at once didn't leave her enough time to ponder the fact that they probably all had some sort of mask similar to her own, but the realization had rooted in the back of her mind by now.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Only two years. Penn would have expected a longer amount of time from such a haughty woman, but he wasn't going to point and laugh just yet. He needed to be serious. "I've had my mask for seventeen years, and I know that I am not responsible for bringing you all here." he said to her, taking note of the gas mask wearing girl who had her gun pointed at Dite. He didn't say anything about it, and instead kept his focus on the masked goddess. "I told you before, and I will tell you again. I don't know why we've been called here, that is what I intend to find out. However, none of you will get any closer to finding the truth if you kill me."
Penn stopped and took a breath. Arguing with the form of a goddess wasn't going to get them anywhere. The mask researcher looked at all of the people around him and motioned for them to follow him. "Now isn't the time for arguing. I'll show you around a little before we get down to business.</s>
<|message|>Bart Gauge (Bartholemhew with the mask on)
Bartholemhew just watched the scene unfold in amusement, 'such petty fighting' he thought to himself, with most of the other souls nodding and agreeing, however he still had his hand on the hilt of his cane, waiting for something to happen so he could unsheathe it's hidden blade and strike as fast as possible. He found the bunch of mask wearers around him very interesting and the addition of the smoke breather turning their little gaggle into a side show attraction.
"Excuse me Sir," called out Bartholemhew from his corner of the room, "but before I go anywhere with you merry bunch, I think I'd like to atleast be aquatinted, with the more palatable ones at least." he said, looking at the blonde woman who was holding the knife with disdain.</s>
| <|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Penn looked to Bartholemew as he spoke. The entire argument was pointless, and he was wasting time speaking to Dite when he could have been using the same amount of time to show them the key components to the Facility, as well as everything that he had currently gathered to answer the key question. Like he had told Dite, he could answer why they had all been brought to this location. However, he was well on his way to answering that question. Even though he did have some help from others residing in the Facility, he was the key holder of all of the information. He documented every thought and possibility about the origins of the masks and the importance of the location.
As he was too caught up in the petty argument, he had forgotten if he had already introduced himself to these people before. "If I've already said it before, I'm sorry, but my name is Pendleton Howl, and I and the head of the Facility, the underground building you are all in right now." He spoke to them all. "Anyways, I'm sure you're all at least somewhat hungry from the journey all the way out here, so we'll be moving along to the kitchen for you all to grab something to eat, then the gathering room, so you can all meet others like yourselves. After that, we'll see just what happens, and go from there. Any questions?"</s> |
<|description|>John Rollins
Masked Name: Dite (DY-tee)
Age: 24
Appearance: Weak
Masked Appearance: Strong
Mask: See the face of the strong picture
Mask Abilities: Turns the user into goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, and procreation. Has a voice capable of enchanting others to do her bidding even if they wouldn't do it normally no matter the circumstances. Is able to provoke desire, desire for the wearer or anyone the wearer chooses, very few are capable of resisting the urges provoked by the wearer. If the wearer chooses to could turn an infertile person fertile.
Gender: Male
Masked Gender: Female
Personality: John is the quintessential pathetic loser and doormat.
Masked Personality: Dite has many sides to some she is the bringer of joy and happiness. To others she is a shallow, vain, michevious, bitch who destroys lives. In truth, she is a mixture of both. A select few have seen her dark side, where she willingly destroys their lives.
Biography: John has always been a pathetic loser. He has never had any friends, he has always allowed people to use him and to walk all over him. Right after highschool he got a job at a grocery store, if he wasn't such a pathetic loser, he could do better within the company, he made it a dead end job.
He routinely shops flea markets, shops that sell used goods, and garage/yard sales because he makes so little that is the only way he can afford things. One day while shopping at a flea market he found someone selling the possessions of a dead person. One item was a fleshlight inside of a female mask. John could have haggled the price down but he paid the asking price which the seller set high to try and get the most out of it.
John kept the mask and fleshlight as they were for over a year. He would talk to the mask. After a very bad day at work in which he was blamed for something he didn't do that resulted in his termination he wanted to be someone different, he took the mask off the fleshlight and put it on. After he changed into a beautiful woman he was shocked and ripped the mask off. After five days of job hunting without any prospects he put the mask on again and went out to a bar. After the night in the bar he never took the mask off again. He became Dite that night and forever more. Six weeks after becoming Dite, she was singing karaoke when a talent scout down on his luck heard her, the talent scout talked Dite into becoming a star. When asked what her stage name would be she immediate answered Dite The Sacred Prostitute. Song writers were hired to write exclusively for Dite. She released The Sacred Prostitute her first album six months later. Over the next two years she would release four more albums, two of which were live albums.
After the finish of her two year world tour, she decided to take a break from singing and making public appearances. She has felt drawn to somewhere, and wanted to follow the feeling.</s>
<|message|>Koharu Saito
What were they doing out here? "Out here? What are we doing in America?" Koharu asked. It was a fair question. Since their first encounter involving the whole mask they hadn't left Japan. Both their lives had been flipped head over heels ever since that moment. Though it could be debated if they had individual lives anymore. All the events leading up to this point were hard to believe.
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Whatever happened that night six months ago scared the crap out of both participants. Going back to their respective homes they didn't talk to a soul. What would one even say to explain it? Either way the event was exhausting and sleep quickly overtook them. Bizarre dreams awaited them until they woke the next morning. Robert's part was done, he had crossed an ocean to meet his other half. There was no turning back for him. The mask had more work to do with Koharu though. Waking with a start she looked around slightly panicked. Somehow she had the sense that she had been somewhere else. Noticing the mask she grabbed it and went to throw it away but couldn't bring herself to go through with it. Shoving it in a drawer she quickly got ready and left. No way did she want near the thing. It was possessed or something.
Being at home was still too close. Calling a friend she arranged to spend the day with her. Good, this should be fine. Imagine her dismay when their destination was the area that she had run into the foreigner. After attempting to dissuade her friend with poor excuses failed she gave up and went for the ride. It was a big place. How likely would it be that she would see him again. He was probably just some tourist passing through. It could have even have been a bad dream or something. Thinking how ridiculous she sounded to herself she glanced outside the car and nearly had a heart attack when they passed by Robert. That was not the last time either. Throughout the day she somehow kept nearly running into him. What he stalking her? He appeared rather oblivious to her presence each time. Being slightly superstitious she tried to think of anything else that might have been a sign or something. This went on most of the day and when it finally came time to go home she wasn't as afraid of the mask as she was of that boy.
Even so she didn't touch the mask for several days. Further trips into town were uneventful and she didn't see Robert again. By now she was feeling rather silly for having worried about such things. Feeling a little more confident that she'd let her imagination run away she retrieved the mask again. Looking it over it just looked like a regular mask. Putting it up to her face a sense of dread filled her. She had missed her chance to get to know who that was. All those opportunities were signs. All at once she needed to find him.
Having both under control made leading them to each other easy. Without even really thinking about it the two united the mask and became one again. Even though it could not keep them fused together forever the mask made sure that they were as often as it could. Unable to resist the mask's will initially they would shapeshift into animals or other people and cause mischief and confusion in the town. This obviously meant that Robert stayed in Japan, much to his parents dismay and despite their objections. On Koharu's end her father saw the two together and gave her a long lecture about fraternizing with foreigners. Even though the mask had control of them for the most part when they were fused they could still converse. It took time for each to learn the other's language but when you have a near telepathic link it made short work of that barrier. As they grew closer they also grew stronger. Eventually the found they could gain some control back when they worked together. Finally losing out they regained control but the damage had been done. Use of the mask's power felt more natural to them both and even when split they wouldn't part from each other's company unless necessary.
From that point shapeshifting became a normal occurrence and even when the effects lingered it was not much of a bother. That was until they put the mask on and felt a new draw. The mask had brought them together, perhaps where it led them now would prove to be just as good. Leaving everything but the basics behind they set off to find where it led them.
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And that is how they found themselves in front of this old looking shack and the questions began. "What is this? Is anyone inside? Are we supposed to live here?" By now it was sometimes hard for them to make out their individual thoughts. If they ran together that was alright. It wasn't often they disagreed. If anything they were more alike than ever. Even subtle things would occasionally make an appearance like when Koharu would lift her hand to adjust the glasses she didn't have. Speaking of Koharu, they were currently using her form.
Entering the shack didn't quell the confusion. They made their way down into the unknown. Anxiously awaiting what new thing the mask had in store for them.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
As people gathered around the shack above the Facility, Penn was notified through a device of his own design meant for monitoring the underground building. It was pretty much a phone in all aspects, but one of his own design, and one of a kind. It rang and vibrated as the sensors outside picked up activity, and the scientist walked back to his lab to grab his mask.
As he walked through the halls, he passed by the room of one Nina Simone. She had come to the Facility in her masked form not too long ago, and as always, he introduced himself to her and allowed the mask wearer in. Deciding to stop at her room, he knocked on the door and waited a moment before opening it with a "Hello?" He didn't walk in, but instead peaked his head inside and looked around briefly.
"You came here with your mask on, and it's usually fifty fifty if the wearers remember what happens." He told her, still unsure if she was listening. "Well anyways, My name is Pendleton Howl, and I'm the one running this place. It's good to have another addition here, so I'll be going now." Pendleton shut the door and began to walk again, hoping that he didn't interrupt anything by suddenly coming in. If he had the time, he would have just waited until she invited him in, if she did at all, but he needed to make sure those people over ground weren't drying from the lack of life.
He made his way back to his lab and put his mask on, black flames encasing his body as if it were a cocoon. A moment later, the flames dispersed, and a tall figure in black emerge from where Penn once was. The only reason his room was taller than most was because the Reaper's form was easily larger than six feet in height. In an instant, the cloaked figure disappeared into the shadows.
In another moment, the Reaper appeared overground through a small shadow in the shack. He could feel a presence making its way down, but whoever was down there would be surprised to find that it would simply be a dead-end without Penn's authorization. Instead of going down, the Reaper walked out into the open, awaiting the others nearby to get closer to the shack. He stood tall, scythe in hand, and waited patiently.</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
Kimiko waited patiently for Dite to find the location for the drop. There was nothing else to do so she began to meditate. The pilot on the other hand was getting frustrated no jump had ever taken this long and he can't for the life of him figure out why he let it go so long. Eventually Dite announced it was time. Kimiko grabbed her bag. Dite was the first to jump out of the plane, Dite being a risk taker waited until it was almost to late to pull the ripcord. Kimiko jumped and screamed in fear until she pulled the ripcord at the earliest possible moment.
Dite and Kimiko landed behind the shack. Kimiko really wanted to question Dite's choice of landing spots, but her mistress was always right. Kimiko only had one question. "How are we supposed to get back to civilization? We have no water, no transpo, and it's goddess knows how many days travel to the nearest neighbor." Dite always the optimistic one. "We'll figure it out. Later." Dite walked around the corner looking for an entrance. "Look Charon is here. Char baby long time no see. You finally get tired of ferrying the dead on the River Styx?" Kimiko saw the tall robed creature and freaked out. Kimiko passed out. Dite turned to introduce Kimiki to Charon. "Poor thing. She did the same thing when I told her who Dite truly is." Dite picked Kimiko up and put her over her shoulder. "So Char baby, got any place where this poor girl can rest?"</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Having being spoken to by the extraordinarily beautiful woman, The Reaper looked at her and took note of the mask that she wore. She knew they there were several types of masks out there, in all sorts of different pieces of headgear, but he enjoyed seeing just a mask every once and a while. If his face could have been seen, Dite would have taken notice of the raised eyebrow that Penn had on his face. He knew of Charon, the ferryman of the dead, and he supposed that it's what he could be, as a reaper in a black cloak is rather synonymous and well known.
Normally, he was opposed to letting non-mask users into the Facility, but he was sure that the wreathed woman would find some way to get her in. The Reaper nodded and motioned for them to continue onward. "There are others making their way into the waiting room." His voice resonated with power. He then moved his free hand over to his face to remove the mask. Once again, he was cloaked in black flames before returning to his normal form, the mask in his hands as he stood there.
"Penn Howl." He introduced himself. "There seem to be some others on their way here, so just head on down into the waiting room and wait until the doors open. I'll explain more when we get past that."</s>
| <|message|>John Rollins
"I am Dite, Char baby you may know me as Aphrodite. This is my personal assisstant Kimiko." Dite motioned for Kimiko to step forward. "Since when do the masks that ruled the ancient world as gods allowed themselves to be removed?" Dite waved her hand as if wiping away the subject. "Let's go check the inside of this facility Kimiko. Let's hope the inside looks better than the outside, if not I am going to be extremely dissappointed." Kimiko recognized the tone in Dite's voice. It was extremely subtle, one would have to spend quite a lot of time with Dite to recognize the difference. Dite issued a threat.
Like always Kimiko went in first. When it was determined to be safe she called for Dite. Dite inspected the inside. "Much better than the outside, that isn't saying much." She looked for this waiting room. "Char baby where is this waiting room?"</s> |
<|description|>Charlotte Pine
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance
Mask
Masked appearance:
Wearing the mask changes her physical appearance, but not in a way that changes her features, shape or hair color. Instead, it lets her appear roughly five to ten years older, like a person in their mid-twenties. This is in fact a precise depiction of the future Charlotte.
Masked Abilities:
While masked up, Charlie can see unhindered, disregarding both darkness and other non-solid sight-impeding substances like smoke or fire. Furthermore, the mask is constantly emitting smoke with every breath she takes. This smoke is usually odorless, but this may change during surges of emotion - for example, when agitated and furious, it may have a taste of gasoline, when holding a deep grudge it's similar to smoke of a fire and cause coughing. The amount of smoke emitted can be controlled to an extend. If intentionally cranked up, the smoke can fill small and medium sized rooms reasonably fast, blocking sight for everyone but Charlie. This emission can only be stopped entirely by removing the mask. The glass is mirrored but when using the mask to see through smoke or darkness, it may glow in a bright blue tone.
Wearing the mask enables Charlie to materialize three different items out of thin air:
A MP-443 Grach, a semi automatic 9mm russian firearm with a single, fully loaded magazine containing 17 bullets. The weapon can freely be retrieved from any place that is not within the field of view of another person - this means pockets work just as well as simply reaching around a corner, below a table, behind her back. When empty, she needs to either find physically existing ammunition in her environment, or throw the magazine/entire weapon away and not summon it within the next 12 hours. The weapon disappears after discarding it as soon as nobody is looking directly at it - not letting it out of ones eyes is a valid method to prevent Charlie from retrieving it.
A "Kizlyar Condor-1" combat knife that is always in its sheath which is always strapped around her hip, the location of the sheath being behind her back and underneath her clothes. It disappears under the same circumstances as the pistol, but there can be two copies of this item at any given time.
A seemingly endless supply of standard issue smoke grenades of different smoke colors. She can produce these from any pocket or from underneath any piece of clothing as if it had been there previously. Empty smoke grenade shells don't disappear until 12 hours after depleting their load, at which point the same rules apply as for the pistol or knife.
Lastly, the mask improves her perception, speeds up her reaction time and supplies her with the bodily strength her words often falsely advertise, though all of this well within the limits of a normal human being. It enables her to beat the tar out of an average joe if necessary, but a trained fighter will likely pose a serious problem, an athlete will outrun her and so on.
Personality:
Charlie is what you'd expect from a teenager. She's nosy, loud and doesn't shy away from confrontation, though her muscles do not support the claims her tongue often makes. She's not strong physically, a typical "dog that barks, but has no bite". She is often moody and doesn't fit into groups of people, as she always finds some kind of reason to provoke a quarrel, which eventually leads to the group expelling her. There aren't any people in her life she'd call true friends, only a number of superficial acquaintances, though she doesn't mind doing her own thing. Logically, she doesn't work well in teams but is generally bearable unless provoked. She's not quite as simple-minded as her loud demeanor implies, but that's one of the things she likes to keep secret from society, as being underestimated is generally the better of two evils in her opinion.
Masked personality: When wearing the mask, her personality doesn't change much. The only noticeable deviation is the fact that her ego and self-confidence are greatly amplified when wearing the mask. In this state, she seems to think of herself as untouchable, invincible - greatly overestimating herself, ignorant to her limits. This also leads to situations where she acts thoughtlessly on a whim, because right this second she feels like doing something irresponsible that may end up being beneficial. She's living a power phantasy when wearing the mask, and acts like it - which can be immensely more stressful to others than her unmasked personality.
Bio:
Charlie's parents died in a plane crash when she was three years old, so she never really knew them. The first thing she remembers is living with her uncle, who is just as much of a scallywag as she is. Despite becoming her guardian after the parents passed away, he never bothered too much with her, and instead left her a lot more personal space than she would have needed to become a decent human being. That, and the wonders of puberty turned Charlie into the rebellious wastrel she is today.
Nothing breathtakingly amazing happened in her life until that grandpa she never really liked passed away. During the excruciatingly boring mourning ceremony at his house, she stole away and hid in the attic, where she found something looking like a gas mask. Intrigued by the odd thing, she stole it and took it home only to later find out that something was definitely wrong with the thing - though it scared her at first, it began to feel very good. After what can only be described as a crusade of revenge against people who bullied her in school (broken bones only, no fatal casualties) nobody suspected the girl to be the masked culprit and she realized the potential of the mask - she could do anything she wants, nobody would recognize her behind the mirrorded glass or with the older looking body, and nobody could pursue her in the trail of smoke that followed in her wake. She achieved several things thus far, from small-scale theft to beating up a gang of criminals to appearing all over the incompetent media, and while a straight forward bank robbery has not happened yet, it definitely came into consideration lately.
History of the mask:
Nothing about the history of the mask is known to Charlotte, though for the sake of background information here's what was known to its previous owners.
There was once a lesser known urban legend about a russian soldier who lived during the 'russian campaign' in 1941. The man was forced to witness how nazis tortured his companions and friends into submission, to the point where they swore allegiance to the germans and promised to betray their fellow countrymen out of fear and torment. Seeing his former friends break like that damaged him beyond repair and was more gruesome than every conceivable form of torture. Caught by an inhuman rage, the man resisted his captors, successfully killing a group of fourteen soldiers covered by excessive exploitation of smoke grenades and ignoring the fatal wounds he suffered in the process. After all the germans had fallen, he turned on his former comrades without mercy or hesitation. It is said that he left after every single person at the scene had drawn their last breath, to succumb to his wounds in solitude, several days later. It is unknown if there is any truth to this tale, but if one was to believe the story, he wore the gas mask Charlotte now own that day, which supposedly traveled all over the world over the course of the last sixty years. Contradictive reports often speak of the mask appearing in several, distant places at once. For example, in the year 1982 it was supposedly seen in Afghanistan, but simultaneously a british soldier is said to have used it in the Falklands War, chronologically during the same time period. It is unclear if the mask has the ability to appear in two places at once, how it moves, how it picks its owners or what becomes of those who use it.
Ultimately, not a single one of the reports offers actual reliable proof, the only point of reference to connect the supposed sightings are the smoke and - if the reports go into such detail - use of the exact same firearm and combat knife.
Nothing is known about where grandpa Pine acquired the mask, or if it was his to begin with.</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
Kimiko waited patiently for Dite to find the location for the drop. There was nothing else to do so she began to meditate. The pilot on the other hand was getting frustrated no jump had ever taken this long and he can't for the life of him figure out why he let it go so long. Eventually Dite announced it was time. Kimiko grabbed her bag. Dite was the first to jump out of the plane, Dite being a risk taker waited until it was almost to late to pull the ripcord. Kimiko jumped and screamed in fear until she pulled the ripcord at the earliest possible moment.
Dite and Kimiko landed behind the shack. Kimiko really wanted to question Dite's choice of landing spots, but her mistress was always right. Kimiko only had one question. "How are we supposed to get back to civilization? We have no water, no transpo, and it's goddess knows how many days travel to the nearest neighbor." Dite always the optimistic one. "We'll figure it out. Later." Dite walked around the corner looking for an entrance. "Look Charon is here. Char baby long time no see. You finally get tired of ferrying the dead on the River Styx?" Kimiko saw the tall robed creature and freaked out. Kimiko passed out. Dite turned to introduce Kimiki to Charon. "Poor thing. She did the same thing when I told her who Dite truly is." Dite picked Kimiko up and put her over her shoulder. "So Char baby, got any place where this poor girl can rest?"</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Having being spoken to by the extraordinarily beautiful woman, The Reaper looked at her and took note of the mask that she wore. She knew they there were several types of masks out there, in all sorts of different pieces of headgear, but he enjoyed seeing just a mask every once and a while. If his face could have been seen, Dite would have taken notice of the raised eyebrow that Penn had on his face. He knew of Charon, the ferryman of the dead, and he supposed that it's what he could be, as a reaper in a black cloak is rather synonymous and well known.
Normally, he was opposed to letting non-mask users into the Facility, but he was sure that the wreathed woman would find some way to get her in. The Reaper nodded and motioned for them to continue onward. "There are others making their way into the waiting room." His voice resonated with power. He then moved his free hand over to his face to remove the mask. Once again, he was cloaked in black flames before returning to his normal form, the mask in his hands as he stood there.
"Penn Howl." He introduced himself. "There seem to be some others on their way here, so just head on down into the waiting room and wait until the doors open. I'll explain more when we get past that."</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
"I am Dite, Char baby you may know me as Aphrodite. This is my personal assisstant Kimiko." Dite motioned for Kimiko to step forward. "Since when do the masks that ruled the ancient world as gods allowed themselves to be removed?" Dite waved her hand as if wiping away the subject. "Let's go check the inside of this facility Kimiko. Let's hope the inside looks better than the outside, if not I am going to be extremely dissappointed." Kimiko recognized the tone in Dite's voice. It was extremely subtle, one would have to spend quite a lot of time with Dite to recognize the difference. Dite issued a threat.
Like always Kimiko went in first. When it was determined to be safe she called for Dite. Dite inspected the inside. "Much better than the outside, that isn't saying much." She looked for this waiting room. "Char baby where is this waiting room?"</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
The waiting room that Penn spoke of wasn't much more than a slightly lit basement with very little furnishing. However, that all changed when Penn took out his phone and pressed a button.
For anyone in the waiting room underground, it didn't look like much. The walls and floors were clean, but there was only a single light that dimly lit up the room. When Penn pressed the button, the walls changed from their stone grey into bright white octagonal panels, with lights in the open spaces of the panels. Everything in the room suddenly became much better because of a single button. The room was now much brighter, and appeared much cleaner than before, and before the people in the waiting room could get settled into the change, the wall across from the stairwell that led to the waiting room began to disappear, panel by panel to show an elevator with it's doors open. Of course there were other ways to get into the facility, but Penn enjoyed having it done a certain way whenever new people came to the facility.
If they were to take the elevator down now, they's find that once they reached their destination, the facility would still be relatively quiet. It was still somewhat early in the morning, and only so many people would be awake. Despite this, the Facility would be as hi-tech and clean as usual. The white octagonal panels were all over the place, a rather odd design choice from Penn, but he stuck to it.
Pendleton stayed above ground, waiting patiently for the rest of the newcomers. They couldn't be far away, and he put his mask back on to take the form of the Reaper once more.</s>
| <|message|>Charlotte Pine
The girl with the gas mask had to refill the ATVs tank twice over the course of the night, and when she emptied the second - and last - reserve tank, a feeling of uncertainty snuck into her mood. Not knowing where to go was one thing, driving through the middle of a desolate landscape with preciously little water and food was another...and the lack of gas didn't make it any better. But she kept going. Not like she had much of a choice at this point, it didn't require a genius or a higher degree in math to understand that she couldn't return the way she came.
After hours and hours of driving through the desert, Charlotte finally reached the destination of her uncertain journey - a wooden shed came into view. The surprised 'Woah.' she let loose was certainly not because of the building, but rather directed at the person standing in front of it. Upon her arrival, she was still wearing the hooded jacket that shielded her from most of the nightly cold of the desert, together with fairly worn out pants and heavy boots. A bag full of basic belongings was strapped to the ATV. She stalled the motor and jumped off the vehicle without waiting for it to fully stop, roughly when the eerie figure in front of the building was close enough to hear her voice without excessive shouting. As the ATV slowly came to a halt, she produced a pistol from behind her back and carefully approached Pendleton, aiming down in front of her.
"Shit, I always thought the gates of hell would be more...opulent. The bouncer is just as I imagined, though.", she proclaimed jokingly half to herself, half to the grim reaper in front of her, waiting for what she presumed to be 'death' to react. Her mind racing to make sense of this scenery, trying to comprehend what this place was and why the mask directed her to this run-down house.</s> |
<|description|>Charlotte Pine
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance
Mask
Masked appearance:
Wearing the mask changes her physical appearance, but not in a way that changes her features, shape or hair color. Instead, it lets her appear roughly five to ten years older, like a person in their mid-twenties. This is in fact a precise depiction of the future Charlotte.
Masked Abilities:
While masked up, Charlie can see unhindered, disregarding both darkness and other non-solid sight-impeding substances like smoke or fire. Furthermore, the mask is constantly emitting smoke with every breath she takes. This smoke is usually odorless, but this may change during surges of emotion - for example, when agitated and furious, it may have a taste of gasoline, when holding a deep grudge it's similar to smoke of a fire and cause coughing. The amount of smoke emitted can be controlled to an extend. If intentionally cranked up, the smoke can fill small and medium sized rooms reasonably fast, blocking sight for everyone but Charlie. This emission can only be stopped entirely by removing the mask. The glass is mirrored but when using the mask to see through smoke or darkness, it may glow in a bright blue tone.
Wearing the mask enables Charlie to materialize three different items out of thin air:
A MP-443 Grach, a semi automatic 9mm russian firearm with a single, fully loaded magazine containing 17 bullets. The weapon can freely be retrieved from any place that is not within the field of view of another person - this means pockets work just as well as simply reaching around a corner, below a table, behind her back. When empty, she needs to either find physically existing ammunition in her environment, or throw the magazine/entire weapon away and not summon it within the next 12 hours. The weapon disappears after discarding it as soon as nobody is looking directly at it - not letting it out of ones eyes is a valid method to prevent Charlie from retrieving it.
A "Kizlyar Condor-1" combat knife that is always in its sheath which is always strapped around her hip, the location of the sheath being behind her back and underneath her clothes. It disappears under the same circumstances as the pistol, but there can be two copies of this item at any given time.
A seemingly endless supply of standard issue smoke grenades of different smoke colors. She can produce these from any pocket or from underneath any piece of clothing as if it had been there previously. Empty smoke grenade shells don't disappear until 12 hours after depleting their load, at which point the same rules apply as for the pistol or knife.
Lastly, the mask improves her perception, speeds up her reaction time and supplies her with the bodily strength her words often falsely advertise, though all of this well within the limits of a normal human being. It enables her to beat the tar out of an average joe if necessary, but a trained fighter will likely pose a serious problem, an athlete will outrun her and so on.
Personality:
Charlie is what you'd expect from a teenager. She's nosy, loud and doesn't shy away from confrontation, though her muscles do not support the claims her tongue often makes. She's not strong physically, a typical "dog that barks, but has no bite". She is often moody and doesn't fit into groups of people, as she always finds some kind of reason to provoke a quarrel, which eventually leads to the group expelling her. There aren't any people in her life she'd call true friends, only a number of superficial acquaintances, though she doesn't mind doing her own thing. Logically, she doesn't work well in teams but is generally bearable unless provoked. She's not quite as simple-minded as her loud demeanor implies, but that's one of the things she likes to keep secret from society, as being underestimated is generally the better of two evils in her opinion.
Masked personality: When wearing the mask, her personality doesn't change much. The only noticeable deviation is the fact that her ego and self-confidence are greatly amplified when wearing the mask. In this state, she seems to think of herself as untouchable, invincible - greatly overestimating herself, ignorant to her limits. This also leads to situations where she acts thoughtlessly on a whim, because right this second she feels like doing something irresponsible that may end up being beneficial. She's living a power phantasy when wearing the mask, and acts like it - which can be immensely more stressful to others than her unmasked personality.
Bio:
Charlie's parents died in a plane crash when she was three years old, so she never really knew them. The first thing she remembers is living with her uncle, who is just as much of a scallywag as she is. Despite becoming her guardian after the parents passed away, he never bothered too much with her, and instead left her a lot more personal space than she would have needed to become a decent human being. That, and the wonders of puberty turned Charlie into the rebellious wastrel she is today.
Nothing breathtakingly amazing happened in her life until that grandpa she never really liked passed away. During the excruciatingly boring mourning ceremony at his house, she stole away and hid in the attic, where she found something looking like a gas mask. Intrigued by the odd thing, she stole it and took it home only to later find out that something was definitely wrong with the thing - though it scared her at first, it began to feel very good. After what can only be described as a crusade of revenge against people who bullied her in school (broken bones only, no fatal casualties) nobody suspected the girl to be the masked culprit and she realized the potential of the mask - she could do anything she wants, nobody would recognize her behind the mirrorded glass or with the older looking body, and nobody could pursue her in the trail of smoke that followed in her wake. She achieved several things thus far, from small-scale theft to beating up a gang of criminals to appearing all over the incompetent media, and while a straight forward bank robbery has not happened yet, it definitely came into consideration lately.
History of the mask:
Nothing about the history of the mask is known to Charlotte, though for the sake of background information here's what was known to its previous owners.
There was once a lesser known urban legend about a russian soldier who lived during the 'russian campaign' in 1941. The man was forced to witness how nazis tortured his companions and friends into submission, to the point where they swore allegiance to the germans and promised to betray their fellow countrymen out of fear and torment. Seeing his former friends break like that damaged him beyond repair and was more gruesome than every conceivable form of torture. Caught by an inhuman rage, the man resisted his captors, successfully killing a group of fourteen soldiers covered by excessive exploitation of smoke grenades and ignoring the fatal wounds he suffered in the process. After all the germans had fallen, he turned on his former comrades without mercy or hesitation. It is said that he left after every single person at the scene had drawn their last breath, to succumb to his wounds in solitude, several days later. It is unknown if there is any truth to this tale, but if one was to believe the story, he wore the gas mask Charlotte now own that day, which supposedly traveled all over the world over the course of the last sixty years. Contradictive reports often speak of the mask appearing in several, distant places at once. For example, in the year 1982 it was supposedly seen in Afghanistan, but simultaneously a british soldier is said to have used it in the Falklands War, chronologically during the same time period. It is unclear if the mask has the ability to appear in two places at once, how it moves, how it picks its owners or what becomes of those who use it.
Ultimately, not a single one of the reports offers actual reliable proof, the only point of reference to connect the supposed sightings are the smoke and - if the reports go into such detail - use of the exact same firearm and combat knife.
Nothing is known about where grandpa Pine acquired the mask, or if it was his to begin with.</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
Kimiko and Dite took up residence on a couch in some kind of common area, Dite put her arm around Kimiko. "I take you the most interesting places don't I?" Kimiko was being flooded with Dite's pheromones, she was extremely aroused. All she could manage was a moan. Dite whispered one word into Kimiko's ear, Kimiko began to writhe in pleasure. Dite just giggled and then kissed Kimiko on the cheek. "No longer nervous are we?" Kimiko nodded affirmative. "We need to be here, not sure why yet. Hope to see more of the ancient Greek deity masks around. Especially the one that became Ares. Did I ever tell you about Ares, Zeus forced us to play the role of brother and sister but he was an incredible lover. Last I heard he was heading to Japan. Shortly after that I left and encountered the Norse people, I came to be known as Freya then. Haven't heard from Ares since or the rest of my fellow deities." Dite rested her head on Kimiko's shoulders.</s>
<|message|>Isaiah Foster
Surprisingly, with nothing but a feeling, he found the building. Well, to be more precise, it was a dilapidated shack in the middle of nowhere. With his mask in his lap and his willing of it, the illusion had fallen into place, making his presence virtually imperceptible. Couldn't be sooner, as the building didn't seem to have a ramp for him to try and roll up through the entrance. Looking around the general area and spotting a few planks leaning against the side of the shack, he leant over to noisily knock them over, though the general illusion of imperceptibility would have...well, nobody would notice, even while walking on or crossing over it. Not till the illusion was put to rest, or at least till he separated from the mask. With a little bit more nudging here and there it seemed to become a decent enough ramp for him to make use of.
Finally wheeling himself up and into the shack, he looked up and had a creeping feeling...looking around, just before the doorway, he took sight of a real photographic moment. A large woodland spider in a very thick web, eating a trapped moth. Adjusting his camera, holding it steady, he finally took his pictures before actually going into the building. Mask in lap, camera in hand, looking over the picture briefly...Isaiah finally noticed the--"WOAH, okay!?" Looking up at what could only be the visage of death, for what must have been minutes, the paraplegic tried to remember when exactly he could have recently died.
No, he couldn't be dead, right? Isaiah doubted he could use a camera is he were a ghost, or even still be wheelchair bound, for that matter. Laughing nervously, trying desperately to trust the strange power of the mask, hoping this reaper false..."...gods...!" Was the only thing he could mutter to himself in the moments after.</s>
<|message|>Koharu Saito
So "Koharu" had stood in the dimly lit waiting room. Both she and Robert were confused as to what was going on. While trying to decide what to do They were surprised as the room began to change and become much brighter and more modern. This place was clearly more than met the eye. Hearing someone else coming Dite and Kimiko entered. After a few seconds They could tell that Robert recognized one of them.
Together they had created a mental construct in their mind. Early on is was a way to cope with being trapped by the mask. Now it was a force of habit when they talked to each other in their head.
Koharu looks at Robert curiously. "You know who that is?" Her expression was a little suspicious. As their relationship evolved Robert had come to to find that she could be very jealous when she sensed any kind of attraction from him. "Well no not really. I know of her. Her name is Dite. She is a celebrity here in the US."
Both stopped to listen to the odd dynamic of the newcomers. Again Rob had a moment of clarity, although it was confusing. "Oh duh, Aphrodite. That's where her name comes from." And again he realized he'd lost Koharu. "Aphrodite is the name of the Greek goddess of love. There's probably more to it actually. Most of the Greek gods represented multiple things." There was silence between the two before Koharu shook her head. "You're such a nerd."
What took place in their head was extremely brief in reality. Thinking it rude not to introduce herself Koharu raised a hand and waved to singer and her assistant. Thankfully with Robert's help her English went from zero to fluent in the short time they'd known each other. "Hello. My name is Koharu Saito. You're Dite, right?" Seeing as Koharu and Robert currently possessed the same body Dite would probably be able to make out that there were two hearts on the cusp of blooming into a much greater love for one another. Depending on how astute she was at least. The two's concentration was slightly interrupted by the elevator opening up so they could enter. Introductions first though.</s>
| <|message|>Charlotte Pine
Of all things death could greet her with, this was one of the things she didn't expect. Something more archaic was what she had in mind. Definitely something involving the word 'BEHOLD!'. Tension didn't leave her, but since the reaper didn't immediately rush at her, swinging his scythe in delirious bloodthirst, she stood more upright and held the pistol casually in one hand.
"You're gonna have to take my word when I say 'yes', bud. I'd rather not take it off right about now, would hate to get sand in my eyes."
She shoved her hand into one of her pockets, immediately feeling the cold metal of a smoke grenade that wasn't there before. It made her relax, gave her a certain feeling of control over the situation. If things went bad she could just hide in smoke until death became bored, she thought. Regardless of the yet unused grenade in her pocket, the smoke she exhaled through the mask slowly gathered around her feet. Due to being outside, in a somewhat windy area and in the bright morning sun the cloud dissipated partially, so the passive emittance of the mask wouldn't suffice to fully veil her. It would however quite visually imply that there's more to her than just a random passerby with a gas mask.</s> |
<|description|>Charlotte Pine
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance
Mask
Masked appearance:
Wearing the mask changes her physical appearance, but not in a way that changes her features, shape or hair color. Instead, it lets her appear roughly five to ten years older, like a person in their mid-twenties. This is in fact a precise depiction of the future Charlotte.
Masked Abilities:
While masked up, Charlie can see unhindered, disregarding both darkness and other non-solid sight-impeding substances like smoke or fire. Furthermore, the mask is constantly emitting smoke with every breath she takes. This smoke is usually odorless, but this may change during surges of emotion - for example, when agitated and furious, it may have a taste of gasoline, when holding a deep grudge it's similar to smoke of a fire and cause coughing. The amount of smoke emitted can be controlled to an extend. If intentionally cranked up, the smoke can fill small and medium sized rooms reasonably fast, blocking sight for everyone but Charlie. This emission can only be stopped entirely by removing the mask. The glass is mirrored but when using the mask to see through smoke or darkness, it may glow in a bright blue tone.
Wearing the mask enables Charlie to materialize three different items out of thin air:
A MP-443 Grach, a semi automatic 9mm russian firearm with a single, fully loaded magazine containing 17 bullets. The weapon can freely be retrieved from any place that is not within the field of view of another person - this means pockets work just as well as simply reaching around a corner, below a table, behind her back. When empty, she needs to either find physically existing ammunition in her environment, or throw the magazine/entire weapon away and not summon it within the next 12 hours. The weapon disappears after discarding it as soon as nobody is looking directly at it - not letting it out of ones eyes is a valid method to prevent Charlie from retrieving it.
A "Kizlyar Condor-1" combat knife that is always in its sheath which is always strapped around her hip, the location of the sheath being behind her back and underneath her clothes. It disappears under the same circumstances as the pistol, but there can be two copies of this item at any given time.
A seemingly endless supply of standard issue smoke grenades of different smoke colors. She can produce these from any pocket or from underneath any piece of clothing as if it had been there previously. Empty smoke grenade shells don't disappear until 12 hours after depleting their load, at which point the same rules apply as for the pistol or knife.
Lastly, the mask improves her perception, speeds up her reaction time and supplies her with the bodily strength her words often falsely advertise, though all of this well within the limits of a normal human being. It enables her to beat the tar out of an average joe if necessary, but a trained fighter will likely pose a serious problem, an athlete will outrun her and so on.
Personality:
Charlie is what you'd expect from a teenager. She's nosy, loud and doesn't shy away from confrontation, though her muscles do not support the claims her tongue often makes. She's not strong physically, a typical "dog that barks, but has no bite". She is often moody and doesn't fit into groups of people, as she always finds some kind of reason to provoke a quarrel, which eventually leads to the group expelling her. There aren't any people in her life she'd call true friends, only a number of superficial acquaintances, though she doesn't mind doing her own thing. Logically, she doesn't work well in teams but is generally bearable unless provoked. She's not quite as simple-minded as her loud demeanor implies, but that's one of the things she likes to keep secret from society, as being underestimated is generally the better of two evils in her opinion.
Masked personality: When wearing the mask, her personality doesn't change much. The only noticeable deviation is the fact that her ego and self-confidence are greatly amplified when wearing the mask. In this state, she seems to think of herself as untouchable, invincible - greatly overestimating herself, ignorant to her limits. This also leads to situations where she acts thoughtlessly on a whim, because right this second she feels like doing something irresponsible that may end up being beneficial. She's living a power phantasy when wearing the mask, and acts like it - which can be immensely more stressful to others than her unmasked personality.
Bio:
Charlie's parents died in a plane crash when she was three years old, so she never really knew them. The first thing she remembers is living with her uncle, who is just as much of a scallywag as she is. Despite becoming her guardian after the parents passed away, he never bothered too much with her, and instead left her a lot more personal space than she would have needed to become a decent human being. That, and the wonders of puberty turned Charlie into the rebellious wastrel she is today.
Nothing breathtakingly amazing happened in her life until that grandpa she never really liked passed away. During the excruciatingly boring mourning ceremony at his house, she stole away and hid in the attic, where she found something looking like a gas mask. Intrigued by the odd thing, she stole it and took it home only to later find out that something was definitely wrong with the thing - though it scared her at first, it began to feel very good. After what can only be described as a crusade of revenge against people who bullied her in school (broken bones only, no fatal casualties) nobody suspected the girl to be the masked culprit and she realized the potential of the mask - she could do anything she wants, nobody would recognize her behind the mirrorded glass or with the older looking body, and nobody could pursue her in the trail of smoke that followed in her wake. She achieved several things thus far, from small-scale theft to beating up a gang of criminals to appearing all over the incompetent media, and while a straight forward bank robbery has not happened yet, it definitely came into consideration lately.
History of the mask:
Nothing about the history of the mask is known to Charlotte, though for the sake of background information here's what was known to its previous owners.
There was once a lesser known urban legend about a russian soldier who lived during the 'russian campaign' in 1941. The man was forced to witness how nazis tortured his companions and friends into submission, to the point where they swore allegiance to the germans and promised to betray their fellow countrymen out of fear and torment. Seeing his former friends break like that damaged him beyond repair and was more gruesome than every conceivable form of torture. Caught by an inhuman rage, the man resisted his captors, successfully killing a group of fourteen soldiers covered by excessive exploitation of smoke grenades and ignoring the fatal wounds he suffered in the process. After all the germans had fallen, he turned on his former comrades without mercy or hesitation. It is said that he left after every single person at the scene had drawn their last breath, to succumb to his wounds in solitude, several days later. It is unknown if there is any truth to this tale, but if one was to believe the story, he wore the gas mask Charlotte now own that day, which supposedly traveled all over the world over the course of the last sixty years. Contradictive reports often speak of the mask appearing in several, distant places at once. For example, in the year 1982 it was supposedly seen in Afghanistan, but simultaneously a british soldier is said to have used it in the Falklands War, chronologically during the same time period. It is unclear if the mask has the ability to appear in two places at once, how it moves, how it picks its owners or what becomes of those who use it.
Ultimately, not a single one of the reports offers actual reliable proof, the only point of reference to connect the supposed sightings are the smoke and - if the reports go into such detail - use of the exact same firearm and combat knife.
Nothing is known about where grandpa Pine acquired the mask, or if it was his to begin with.</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
Kimiko's timid nature turned 180, she slowly stood up. Kimiko slowly apporoached the crazy one, as she approached she slowly reached behind her back to grab the knife. Dite liked watching the sudden shifts from a timid mouse to ferocious lioness. Dite would have loved nothing more than to see Kimiko slit the crazy one's throat but she waved Kimiko away. "Dearie you are about to join a group of very select few." The pitch of her voice was modulated to add a since of domineering and malice.</s>
<|message|>Nina Simone
In a flurry of moving limbs Nina scrambled upright, a clear pout on her lips. She was now sitting on her knees, her fingers clutching the back of the chair as she looked up at the blonde. "Oh my, I didn't mean to upset you dearie... No, no, no, I just don't particularly like when people touch me without my knowledge. The last individual who did that ended up with a broken arm.... Reflexes and all, war really changes you and old habits die hard." She pouted, looking like a kicked puppy.
Nina chuckled, her downright cheery mood once again completely engulfing her. "I really am sorry dear, hope there's no more hard feelings. It would be quite sad if the only people I've met hated me.... " she added, her madness seeping away. The mask had its moments of clarity, and lucky for both it and Nina it knew when it was best not to make enemies. She smiled cheerily before letting herself fall back, her feet going over the arm rest and her head laying atop the other. Now she could once again see everyone.</s>
<|message|>Bart Gauge (Bartholemhew with the mask on)
Through out the entire event, Bart was plastered to the wall of the shack, panting but the more he listened to the grim reaper, the more he began to think that he might not kill him. Walking around the side of the dilapidated structure, he revealed himself to the sunlight that the wall was blocking. Squinting, he followed the reaper down, though waiting for him to reach the floor they were heading to, before noting the number down and pushing the corresponding button to that floor.
Whilst in the elevator, Bart slipped the mask on and instantly regretted it, all he could hear was shouting and arguing as Bartholemhew retook control of the body. Every soul in the mask was panicing or bickering about the reaper and the fact that Bart was stupid enough to get into the elevator but Bartholemhew stepped in before he could go brain deaf, "could you all please be quiet," he asked dryly, leaning against the elevator control planel by accident, "or I'll take this mask off and have that idiot Bart take the reins." a small 'hey!' of disapproval escaped his mouth as Bart protested. After another moment of waiting, the elevator punted and the doors slid open with a smooth, 'whoosh'; he found himself looking into a rather shonkey looking waiting room filled with strangers, he gripped the cane handle firmly and walked to the opposite end of the room, away from the group of people and sat on a rather uncomfortable couch.</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
Dite noticed Charon and some others came down the elevator. "Char baby came to join the party? Party hasn't really started yet. Lack of food and entertainment you see, but you were never one to socialize bit of a stick in the mud, always on duty ferrying people to the afterlife across the Styx." Dite sat down in a chair across from the crazy girl and pulled Kimiko into her lap. "Char baby, what is this place and why was I summoned here?" Dite began to rub Kimiko's cheek affectionately.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Seeing Dite again, Penn waved at the woman and pulled out his phone. He tapped and slid his finger across the screen several times before a low rumbling could be heard. Of course, nothing could be seen by anyone underground, but the parapalegic man above ground would have seen a large square of ground rise up to reveal a platform. The lift that Pendleton had activated led to the garage, which wasn't far from where he and the others were. Finally deciding to reply to Dite's comments, Penn put his phone away and looked at her, taking a glance at his mask just before. "I can't truly explain why you were summoned here." he told her, but hoped that the others were listening as well.
"I found this place several years ago in my masked form, the form Dite here knows as Charon. I know him as the Reaper, but that's besides the point. Me and him have a close relationship, and I'm pretty in control when I have the mask on. Like you all, I had a feeling, or wandering thought about coming to this place. I'm still not entirely sure about it's significance and relation to the masks, but I can tell you that there is something binding both fantasy and technology within these masks, and deeper underground than I have dug, could be a beacon of some sort that is attracting the masks."</s>
| <|message|>Charlotte Pine
Not quite sold on the idea of following the grim reaper underground, Charlotte hesitated for a moment. Going through some sort of inner monologue no less, picking apart the reasons why it would most likely not be dangerous. It was a weird thing to happen to her, as normally fear wasn't part of her masked-up periods at all. And though fear still wasn't quite the right word to describe what kept her, it came close. It felt as though a small part of her was in awe of what lied ahead, and while the stronger part could easily force her down those stairs, it decided to ease the process by listing all the logical reasons why she'd already be dead if death truly was after her. The nervous tapping of her foot let small swirls of smoke depart from the cloud at her feet.
After what felt like an eternity, the girl with the gas mask approached the shed. A fleeting look to the side was made, to ensure that her vehicle and luggage wasn't autonomously escaping, then she stepped into the surprisingly cool shadows of the building. Due to the less windy conditions inside and her slightly excited mood, it didn't take long until a noticeable trail of smoke marked her path through the small interior. Unlike the reaper, she didn't feel the other presence here, and so she simply moved deeper into the complex until she found an elevator, oddly out of place.
"Here goes nothing.", she muttered to herself when the doors slid open seconds later and she followed the same path the other visitors went. During the trip down the elevator cabin almost entirely filled with her smoke-emission, giving her a momentary advantage over what might welcome her on the other side and most importantly: confidence. Gripping the pistol tighter and with both hands, she waited, waited. A small chime the harbinger of her arrival and the doors opened. During the time it took the wall of smoke to fall out of the elevator, she scanned the room, analysed that there was no immediate threat present, and let the handgun disappear before anyone could lay eyes on it. Misfit in this little cheery get-together, the oppressive figure stepped out of the elevator, her heavy, sand-crusted boots palpably damaging the modern interior of the room. For some reason, the high-tech scenery below that forsaken shed didn't phase her as much, likely because the encounter with Penn set the standard for surprises relatively high. The only sound coming from her was her breath, heavy and audible through the mask as she took details about the people present. Trying to discern who of them was the reaper, too.</s> |
<|description|>Charlotte Pine
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance
Mask
Masked appearance:
Wearing the mask changes her physical appearance, but not in a way that changes her features, shape or hair color. Instead, it lets her appear roughly five to ten years older, like a person in their mid-twenties. This is in fact a precise depiction of the future Charlotte.
Masked Abilities:
While masked up, Charlie can see unhindered, disregarding both darkness and other non-solid sight-impeding substances like smoke or fire. Furthermore, the mask is constantly emitting smoke with every breath she takes. This smoke is usually odorless, but this may change during surges of emotion - for example, when agitated and furious, it may have a taste of gasoline, when holding a deep grudge it's similar to smoke of a fire and cause coughing. The amount of smoke emitted can be controlled to an extend. If intentionally cranked up, the smoke can fill small and medium sized rooms reasonably fast, blocking sight for everyone but Charlie. This emission can only be stopped entirely by removing the mask. The glass is mirrored but when using the mask to see through smoke or darkness, it may glow in a bright blue tone.
Wearing the mask enables Charlie to materialize three different items out of thin air:
A MP-443 Grach, a semi automatic 9mm russian firearm with a single, fully loaded magazine containing 17 bullets. The weapon can freely be retrieved from any place that is not within the field of view of another person - this means pockets work just as well as simply reaching around a corner, below a table, behind her back. When empty, she needs to either find physically existing ammunition in her environment, or throw the magazine/entire weapon away and not summon it within the next 12 hours. The weapon disappears after discarding it as soon as nobody is looking directly at it - not letting it out of ones eyes is a valid method to prevent Charlie from retrieving it.
A "Kizlyar Condor-1" combat knife that is always in its sheath which is always strapped around her hip, the location of the sheath being behind her back and underneath her clothes. It disappears under the same circumstances as the pistol, but there can be two copies of this item at any given time.
A seemingly endless supply of standard issue smoke grenades of different smoke colors. She can produce these from any pocket or from underneath any piece of clothing as if it had been there previously. Empty smoke grenade shells don't disappear until 12 hours after depleting their load, at which point the same rules apply as for the pistol or knife.
Lastly, the mask improves her perception, speeds up her reaction time and supplies her with the bodily strength her words often falsely advertise, though all of this well within the limits of a normal human being. It enables her to beat the tar out of an average joe if necessary, but a trained fighter will likely pose a serious problem, an athlete will outrun her and so on.
Personality:
Charlie is what you'd expect from a teenager. She's nosy, loud and doesn't shy away from confrontation, though her muscles do not support the claims her tongue often makes. She's not strong physically, a typical "dog that barks, but has no bite". She is often moody and doesn't fit into groups of people, as she always finds some kind of reason to provoke a quarrel, which eventually leads to the group expelling her. There aren't any people in her life she'd call true friends, only a number of superficial acquaintances, though she doesn't mind doing her own thing. Logically, she doesn't work well in teams but is generally bearable unless provoked. She's not quite as simple-minded as her loud demeanor implies, but that's one of the things she likes to keep secret from society, as being underestimated is generally the better of two evils in her opinion.
Masked personality: When wearing the mask, her personality doesn't change much. The only noticeable deviation is the fact that her ego and self-confidence are greatly amplified when wearing the mask. In this state, she seems to think of herself as untouchable, invincible - greatly overestimating herself, ignorant to her limits. This also leads to situations where she acts thoughtlessly on a whim, because right this second she feels like doing something irresponsible that may end up being beneficial. She's living a power phantasy when wearing the mask, and acts like it - which can be immensely more stressful to others than her unmasked personality.
Bio:
Charlie's parents died in a plane crash when she was three years old, so she never really knew them. The first thing she remembers is living with her uncle, who is just as much of a scallywag as she is. Despite becoming her guardian after the parents passed away, he never bothered too much with her, and instead left her a lot more personal space than she would have needed to become a decent human being. That, and the wonders of puberty turned Charlie into the rebellious wastrel she is today.
Nothing breathtakingly amazing happened in her life until that grandpa she never really liked passed away. During the excruciatingly boring mourning ceremony at his house, she stole away and hid in the attic, where she found something looking like a gas mask. Intrigued by the odd thing, she stole it and took it home only to later find out that something was definitely wrong with the thing - though it scared her at first, it began to feel very good. After what can only be described as a crusade of revenge against people who bullied her in school (broken bones only, no fatal casualties) nobody suspected the girl to be the masked culprit and she realized the potential of the mask - she could do anything she wants, nobody would recognize her behind the mirrorded glass or with the older looking body, and nobody could pursue her in the trail of smoke that followed in her wake. She achieved several things thus far, from small-scale theft to beating up a gang of criminals to appearing all over the incompetent media, and while a straight forward bank robbery has not happened yet, it definitely came into consideration lately.
History of the mask:
Nothing about the history of the mask is known to Charlotte, though for the sake of background information here's what was known to its previous owners.
There was once a lesser known urban legend about a russian soldier who lived during the 'russian campaign' in 1941. The man was forced to witness how nazis tortured his companions and friends into submission, to the point where they swore allegiance to the germans and promised to betray their fellow countrymen out of fear and torment. Seeing his former friends break like that damaged him beyond repair and was more gruesome than every conceivable form of torture. Caught by an inhuman rage, the man resisted his captors, successfully killing a group of fourteen soldiers covered by excessive exploitation of smoke grenades and ignoring the fatal wounds he suffered in the process. After all the germans had fallen, he turned on his former comrades without mercy or hesitation. It is said that he left after every single person at the scene had drawn their last breath, to succumb to his wounds in solitude, several days later. It is unknown if there is any truth to this tale, but if one was to believe the story, he wore the gas mask Charlotte now own that day, which supposedly traveled all over the world over the course of the last sixty years. Contradictive reports often speak of the mask appearing in several, distant places at once. For example, in the year 1982 it was supposedly seen in Afghanistan, but simultaneously a british soldier is said to have used it in the Falklands War, chronologically during the same time period. It is unclear if the mask has the ability to appear in two places at once, how it moves, how it picks its owners or what becomes of those who use it.
Ultimately, not a single one of the reports offers actual reliable proof, the only point of reference to connect the supposed sightings are the smoke and - if the reports go into such detail - use of the exact same firearm and combat knife.
Nothing is known about where grandpa Pine acquired the mask, or if it was his to begin with.</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
Dite looked at Reaper inquisitively. "The masks that came to be known as the Greek deities had what some might refer to as rules, two in fact. The first was once we bonded we never allowed the mask to be taken off. The second was to never allow the host to have control while the mask was on. I don't know who you are but you are definitely not Charon."
Dite's attitude changed completely. She didn't like being fooled. She lifted Kimiko up off her lap. Dite also grabs the knife that Kimiko had.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Upon seeing the knife that Dite now held, Penn took a small step back and gripped his mask tightly. He was unaware that Dite would react this way, and had a small thought about other reaper masks for different pantheons. However, a resonating feeling from the mask settled those thoughts. His mask was the Only reaper mask. He was Charon, Death, Grim, all to most of the figures that represented death and taking souls to the other side. He even represented some of the faces of death that people believed to be female, like Śmierć and Hel.
"Dite." Penn told her, his hands slowly moving up to put the mask back on. "I didn't disagree with you earlier when you called both me and the mask Charon because that is a part of who we are. We represent all sorts of visions of death and reapers." He took a glance at the knife and back to the woman. "Please, just put the knife down before things get messy."</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
"Conartists don't disagree with being called names that don't belong to them either. Yet again you proved you are not Charon, with the Greek deity masks there is no we, there is only the mask. The mask takes over completely it surpresses the weak, useless human host. If I were to remove the mask right now the host would collapse to the floor and never do one single thing for the rest of it's life. There is only one person for the lack of a better term, we may represnet more than one diety over the centuries but at the core there is absolutely no change." She stood up. "Assuming I was willing to entertain the notion that you might be Charon, then tell me what happened to Hercules, I was there that day spare absolutely no detail. One wrong word, I promise you things will not get messy it will turn into a blood bath." She flipped the blade so that it pointed down. "I have also been several war dieties in my lifetime, I am not some poor helpless woman. I have lost track of how many men I have slaughtered over the centuries."</s>
<|message|>Koharu Saito
Things were getting way beyond what Koharu or Robert knew how to handle. Dite and Kimiko seemed to be going off the deep end with her threats and behavior. And Nina was clearly off in ways herself. What was wrong with all these people? The only one that even slightly seemed normal was Penn who spoke about the masks.
Moving toward the elevator it opened and smoke poured out to reveal a woman in a gas mask. Koharu had had enough and let Robert take the reigns for a while. Along with the relinquished control came the shapeshifting. They shifted forms from Koharu's to Robert's and he looked around at them all. "Could you guys maybe cool it or something. You're scaring Koharu." This was directed more to the others than the one producing smoke, even though there was some concern with that as well.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
"How long have you had your mask?" Penn suddenly asked. It was obvious that Dite was starting to annoy him, and it seemed as if she didn't grasp the concept of the masks like he did. He was not versed in Greek mythology, and Reaper did not remember every little detail of every soul he sent to the afterlife. Despite this, the mask resonated once against with bits and pieces of the death of the demigod. Nessus, a ferryman centaur, was the cause of his death. Hercules' wife was persuaded by the dying centaur to take some of his blood and use it as a love potion on Hercules. Instead, in her time of need, the blood did not act as a love potion, but a deadly toxin.
"Just how long have you been in possession of it?" He asked her once more. While not entirely the same, Penn and Reaper were once two completely separate entities. Reaper held complete control once the mask was put on, the Penn regained full control of his body when it was taken off. There was never anything between the two of them about never taking the mask off. The more he used the mask, and the longer he had it, the line between the two separate entities slowly began to blur. Penn became more Dutiful, and by now had complete control over the Reaper form and identity. To an amazing extent, even the powers of the reaper began to seep into Penn's normal form.
Penn held the mask out in front of him for all to see. Suddenly, it was engulfed and black flames. As the flames subsided, the mask was no longer in his possession. Unfortunately, without the mask worn, that was the extent of that certain ability. He could only call upon and call away the mask, and nothing else. If he ever wanted to access the umbraspace, it would take quite a toll on his human body. Even now, with that simple parlor trick, Penn was slightly exhausted and the man panted as he regained the energy he lost. He was sure though that the more and more he used the mask, the less it would toll on his human form.
Penn looked at Dity sternly and fiercely, the personalty of the mask seeping into him just a little more. "Whoever put on that mask originally is most likely long gone. Go ahead and cut me into pieces. I'll ferry myself into the afterlife with no problems. You, on the other hand, as well as everyone else here, will only get further away from the answer to the question on everyone's mind: why are we here?"</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
"In charge for two years six weeks five hours twelve minutes and thirty-three seconds give or take. Every host ceases to live once I or any of the other Greek deity masks takes control. They become nothing more than a soulless husk. I have been through two dozen hosts none of them but this one felt drawn to this place, which leads me to believe you are responsible. So start talking charlatan. No more games death boy."</s>
| <|message|>Charlotte Pine
Charlotte's train of thought was promptly interrupted by the escalating conflict, but at least it spared her the riddling about who was the face of death. Again, not quite what she had expected. An old, evil-looking bald man with a ridiculous beard would have been a better fit, she thought, but at least he wasn't some quirky tiny girl. That would have been reallyfrightening. She made her assumptions about how much a bullet could do to death himself and from the conversation going on, the smug, noisy bitch was probably on his level... but it was just too tempting to get out the old Grach. On the other hand, she kind of couldn't care less about the ensuing violence and the reaper was more than likely not someone you could stab anyway. She simply stood in front of the elevator motionlessly, waiting for things to unfold until the reaper took his mask off and put it away somehow. That decidedly tipped the scales as he probably wasn't quite as impenetrable in this state. In the matter of a second she tensed, held her handgun pointed at Dite.
"Nice temper you have there missy. Maybe settle down a bit, you're scaring the kids."
She didn't make the effort to threaten Dite verbally, as the gun was quite unmistakable already. All of this happening at once didn't leave her enough time to ponder the fact that they probably all had some sort of mask similar to her own, but the realization had rooted in the back of her mind by now.</s> |
<|description|>Charlotte Pine
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance
Mask
Masked appearance:
Wearing the mask changes her physical appearance, but not in a way that changes her features, shape or hair color. Instead, it lets her appear roughly five to ten years older, like a person in their mid-twenties. This is in fact a precise depiction of the future Charlotte.
Masked Abilities:
While masked up, Charlie can see unhindered, disregarding both darkness and other non-solid sight-impeding substances like smoke or fire. Furthermore, the mask is constantly emitting smoke with every breath she takes. This smoke is usually odorless, but this may change during surges of emotion - for example, when agitated and furious, it may have a taste of gasoline, when holding a deep grudge it's similar to smoke of a fire and cause coughing. The amount of smoke emitted can be controlled to an extend. If intentionally cranked up, the smoke can fill small and medium sized rooms reasonably fast, blocking sight for everyone but Charlie. This emission can only be stopped entirely by removing the mask. The glass is mirrored but when using the mask to see through smoke or darkness, it may glow in a bright blue tone.
Wearing the mask enables Charlie to materialize three different items out of thin air:
A MP-443 Grach, a semi automatic 9mm russian firearm with a single, fully loaded magazine containing 17 bullets. The weapon can freely be retrieved from any place that is not within the field of view of another person - this means pockets work just as well as simply reaching around a corner, below a table, behind her back. When empty, she needs to either find physically existing ammunition in her environment, or throw the magazine/entire weapon away and not summon it within the next 12 hours. The weapon disappears after discarding it as soon as nobody is looking directly at it - not letting it out of ones eyes is a valid method to prevent Charlie from retrieving it.
A "Kizlyar Condor-1" combat knife that is always in its sheath which is always strapped around her hip, the location of the sheath being behind her back and underneath her clothes. It disappears under the same circumstances as the pistol, but there can be two copies of this item at any given time.
A seemingly endless supply of standard issue smoke grenades of different smoke colors. She can produce these from any pocket or from underneath any piece of clothing as if it had been there previously. Empty smoke grenade shells don't disappear until 12 hours after depleting their load, at which point the same rules apply as for the pistol or knife.
Lastly, the mask improves her perception, speeds up her reaction time and supplies her with the bodily strength her words often falsely advertise, though all of this well within the limits of a normal human being. It enables her to beat the tar out of an average joe if necessary, but a trained fighter will likely pose a serious problem, an athlete will outrun her and so on.
Personality:
Charlie is what you'd expect from a teenager. She's nosy, loud and doesn't shy away from confrontation, though her muscles do not support the claims her tongue often makes. She's not strong physically, a typical "dog that barks, but has no bite". She is often moody and doesn't fit into groups of people, as she always finds some kind of reason to provoke a quarrel, which eventually leads to the group expelling her. There aren't any people in her life she'd call true friends, only a number of superficial acquaintances, though she doesn't mind doing her own thing. Logically, she doesn't work well in teams but is generally bearable unless provoked. She's not quite as simple-minded as her loud demeanor implies, but that's one of the things she likes to keep secret from society, as being underestimated is generally the better of two evils in her opinion.
Masked personality: When wearing the mask, her personality doesn't change much. The only noticeable deviation is the fact that her ego and self-confidence are greatly amplified when wearing the mask. In this state, she seems to think of herself as untouchable, invincible - greatly overestimating herself, ignorant to her limits. This also leads to situations where she acts thoughtlessly on a whim, because right this second she feels like doing something irresponsible that may end up being beneficial. She's living a power phantasy when wearing the mask, and acts like it - which can be immensely more stressful to others than her unmasked personality.
Bio:
Charlie's parents died in a plane crash when she was three years old, so she never really knew them. The first thing she remembers is living with her uncle, who is just as much of a scallywag as she is. Despite becoming her guardian after the parents passed away, he never bothered too much with her, and instead left her a lot more personal space than she would have needed to become a decent human being. That, and the wonders of puberty turned Charlie into the rebellious wastrel she is today.
Nothing breathtakingly amazing happened in her life until that grandpa she never really liked passed away. During the excruciatingly boring mourning ceremony at his house, she stole away and hid in the attic, where she found something looking like a gas mask. Intrigued by the odd thing, she stole it and took it home only to later find out that something was definitely wrong with the thing - though it scared her at first, it began to feel very good. After what can only be described as a crusade of revenge against people who bullied her in school (broken bones only, no fatal casualties) nobody suspected the girl to be the masked culprit and she realized the potential of the mask - she could do anything she wants, nobody would recognize her behind the mirrorded glass or with the older looking body, and nobody could pursue her in the trail of smoke that followed in her wake. She achieved several things thus far, from small-scale theft to beating up a gang of criminals to appearing all over the incompetent media, and while a straight forward bank robbery has not happened yet, it definitely came into consideration lately.
History of the mask:
Nothing about the history of the mask is known to Charlotte, though for the sake of background information here's what was known to its previous owners.
There was once a lesser known urban legend about a russian soldier who lived during the 'russian campaign' in 1941. The man was forced to witness how nazis tortured his companions and friends into submission, to the point where they swore allegiance to the germans and promised to betray their fellow countrymen out of fear and torment. Seeing his former friends break like that damaged him beyond repair and was more gruesome than every conceivable form of torture. Caught by an inhuman rage, the man resisted his captors, successfully killing a group of fourteen soldiers covered by excessive exploitation of smoke grenades and ignoring the fatal wounds he suffered in the process. After all the germans had fallen, he turned on his former comrades without mercy or hesitation. It is said that he left after every single person at the scene had drawn their last breath, to succumb to his wounds in solitude, several days later. It is unknown if there is any truth to this tale, but if one was to believe the story, he wore the gas mask Charlotte now own that day, which supposedly traveled all over the world over the course of the last sixty years. Contradictive reports often speak of the mask appearing in several, distant places at once. For example, in the year 1982 it was supposedly seen in Afghanistan, but simultaneously a british soldier is said to have used it in the Falklands War, chronologically during the same time period. It is unclear if the mask has the ability to appear in two places at once, how it moves, how it picks its owners or what becomes of those who use it.
Ultimately, not a single one of the reports offers actual reliable proof, the only point of reference to connect the supposed sightings are the smoke and - if the reports go into such detail - use of the exact same firearm and combat knife.
Nothing is known about where grandpa Pine acquired the mask, or if it was his to begin with.</s>
<|message|>Bart Gauge (Bartholemhew with the mask on)
Bartholemhew just watched the scene unfold in amusement, 'such petty fighting' he thought to himself, with most of the other souls nodding and agreeing, however he still had his hand on the hilt of his cane, waiting for something to happen so he could unsheathe it's hidden blade and strike as fast as possible. He found the bunch of mask wearers around him very interesting and the addition of the smoke breather turning their little gaggle into a side show attraction.
"Excuse me Sir," called out Bartholemhew from his corner of the room, "but before I go anywhere with you merry bunch, I think I'd like to atleast be aquatinted, with the more palatable ones at least." he said, looking at the blonde woman who was holding the knife with disdain.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Penn looked to Bartholemew as he spoke. The entire argument was pointless, and he was wasting time speaking to Dite when he could have been using the same amount of time to show them the key components to the Facility, as well as everything that he had currently gathered to answer the key question. Like he had told Dite, he could answer why they had all been brought to this location. However, he was well on his way to answering that question. Even though he did have some help from others residing in the Facility, he was the key holder of all of the information. He documented every thought and possibility about the origins of the masks and the importance of the location.
As he was too caught up in the petty argument, he had forgotten if he had already introduced himself to these people before. "If I've already said it before, I'm sorry, but my name is Pendleton Howl, and I and the head of the Facility, the underground building you are all in right now." He spoke to them all. "Anyways, I'm sure you're all at least somewhat hungry from the journey all the way out here, so we'll be moving along to the kitchen for you all to grab something to eat, then the gathering room, so you can all meet others like yourselves. After that, we'll see just what happens, and go from there. Any questions?"</s>
<|message|>Nina Simone
More people had arrived and not long after everything fell into chaos. The blonde woman, no one had given her a name as of yet, was currently threatening Penn. Nina chuckled quietly, eyeing the knife carefully. It didn't look too worrisome. The woman sat up though, taking in each and every person in the room with complete curiosity. So far she only knew two names, Dite and Penndleton, and the woman who had asked why they were here had been replaced by a man… which intrigued the masked figure tremendously.
Nina smiled faintly when Penn mentioned explanations, after all her other side wanted to understand but for now the mask wouldn't allow itself to be removed this was a bad environment for someone as weak as her normal side.
Crimson eyes turned to the oddly dressed gentleman who had spoken, the woman standing swiftly and gracefully. Finally someone with proper manners, though Penn and the woman…man… were rather polite as well. Nina crossed the space, approaching the man before reaching her hand out for a handshake. "I'm glad someone else agrees on this notion. My name is Nina Simone, and you might be sir?" she chimes, smiling wide.</s>
<|message|>Bart Gauge (Bartholemhew with the mask on)
Bartholemhew was having a mental chat with the senate of souls within the mask when he was inturipted, a hand being thrust upon him while he was in deep thought. He smiled and rose from his seat, slipping his cane under his arm, however instead taking her hand and shaking it, he lowered himself a bit and took it gently in his hand, planting a kiss on it, "Enchanted," he began, looking up at her and smiling before letting go of her hand, "Bartholemhew Gauge, however the one without the mask prefers Bart." he said, saying Bart with disdain, knowing that no matter how hard he were to try to arrest power over the body, Bart could simply retake control and take the mask off. Bartholemhew, pinched the bridge of his beak from the top and ran his fingers down to it's tip, getting rid of some of the dust, "I find the notion of the reaper being here rather unsettling," he said, gripping the handle of the cane, "but I guess I can 'live' with it." every soul in the mask groaned at the pun and Bart was tempted to take control just because of that.</s>
<|message|>Robert Hayshen
Things seemed to winding down a bit which was a relief to both Robert and Koharu. Mr. Howl introduced himself and offered a meal. They definitely were hungry and a meal would be welcome. At the same time though at least two seemed unstable to say the least. Thinking realistically going back out wouldn't be a good idea when they were so low on energy. There wasn't much choice here and now.
Nodding a bit Robert stepped up to answer Mr. Howl. "Alright, We can agree to that." Someone had to try and push things along with their host. If they were all led here by masks then there were a lot of questions that needed answering and hostility was not going to produce solutions. Catching Bartholomhew's pun he turned slightly and a chuckle accompanied a grin. "Oh, I see what you did there. Very nice."
"You're such a dork." Shrugging to Koharu's comment, Robert just laughed. "Oh come on, I know you caught it too. It was funny." This only caused the girl to roll her eyes but a slight smile did flicker across her face.</s>
<|message|>Nina Simone
A chuckle left the young woman's lips, a small blush sweeping across her pale skin. Nina had not been expecting Bartholomew to kiss her hand; the mask hadn't come across someone with that particular set of manners in a very long span of time. "It is an absolute pleasure to meet you Bartholomew." She chimed. "I have to agree though, the fact that our host seems to be death himself is… not something I find completely comforting. He doesn't seem to want to harm any of us though. I have been here almost a full day, I think, and he has done nothing to worry me too dreadfully much." Nina replies, her crimson eyes meeting Bart's gaze. A smile still graced her lips, though it did not seem quite as insane as when these strangers had first arrived. His little joke had been funny, and so she giggled shortly before going quiet once again.
Nina's gaze shifted to the other person who had acknowledged Bart's joke, she still did not know their name. "Oh, and who might you be dear?" she questioned.</s>
| <|message|>Charlotte Pine
Charlotte gave the blonde with the knife several seconds to react, but apparently she didn't actually plan on attacking Howl. As the brief but volatile stalemate seemed to clear up, tension left her as well and she stopped pointing her pistol at people. It remained in her hand, however.
The notion of food didn't phase her. She had no plans to take the gas mask off, and obviously that made it impossible to eat. She had also never wasted a thought on the question if there would be other masks before, so her enthusiasm was limited - in fact, she thought it was a bit of a bummer to not be unique and invincible, because Howl and herself were indicative enough that all masks had some set of special abilities connected to them. Including megalomania, as Dite splendidly demonstrated.
"And what is this facility for? What are we to you, rats, guinea pigs?" Her muffled voice was accompanied by intent glares towards Howl.
She ignored the cheery round of handshakes and introductions, hardly interested in social networking with the people who potentially had the power to de-power her. And she was even less interested in running a maze for the grim reaper like some kind of rodent.</s> |
<|description|>Nina Simone
Age: 24
Appearance: Nina is a thin figure, standing at 5'7 with very little muscle or meat on her bones. She almost looks frail, though this is nowhere near the case.
Masked appearance: When the mask is put on Nina's appearance drastically changes. Her hair becomes a mess of platinum blonde curls, reaching her ribs instead of her shoulders. The pale blue of her eyes become a vibrant red, peeking out behind the monochrome mask. Her usually tan skin pales to an almost ivory tone.
Nina, while wearing the mask, usually wears black leather pants, silver tank-top, a leather jacket, and a pair of black combat boots. She often looks like she belongs in a black and white movie. She doesn't always wear this; her usual outfit consists of clothes in monochrome hues.
Mask
Mask abilities:The mask itself has the ability to drive its wearer insane, or influence their darker side.
The wearer though, if they can handle wearing it, becomes stronger, faster, and versed in ancient military tactics. Its true ability though is the ability to create weapons from shadows and to see the possible outcomes of encounters.
Gender: Female
Personality: Without the mask no one would ever believe Nina could hurt anyone. She's a very timid, sweet, girl who- before she owned the mask- disliked seeing anyone in pain and would become nauseous when she saw blood. The only thing both sides, with and without the mask, agree on is their love for music and art.
Masked Personality: Once the mask is on Nina's face everything changes. Her sweet nature turns dark and sour, becoming a crazed sadist with a split personality disorder. One moment she is a tough, violent, bloodthirsty individual and then the next she is a bubbly, mad hatter-like nut-job. She does know when not to attack people though, and usually only kills those who she deems unfit for this world.
Biography: Nina was raised by her mother for most of her life, her father having died when she was young. In truth she was there when he died, having been sitting in the seat next to him during the tragic car accident.
When she was 19 Nina was studying abroad, a history major, and one day when she was in the city of Berlin she came across an old antique store. She went into the store and after scouring the many items she stumbled across the mask. It intruiged her, pulled her in, and against the clerks constant warnings and what she believed to be rumors, she bought it. Nina studied it, wanting to know the item's history, and when she came across the stories of the previous owners she became curious. She put it on, laughing at the childishness, but when she finally removed it she knew it was true.
Bit about the mask: The mask is made of thick, ancient, polished steel; originally forged from the melted remains of a sword. Unknown to the woman who asked for it to be crafted the sword originally belonged to a madman, one who used the blade to murder hundreds… though most were on the battle field. The mask, once completed, was only worn once by its original owner. She wore it to a gala but went insane shortly after, screaming and haunted by visions of those the sword had killed.
The mask continued to pass from owner to owner, driving the weak completely mad and pushing some to the violence it once dwelled in. Most of its owners died young, or rotted away in some sort of cell.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Another day, another unsolved mystery about the origins of the masks and the importance of the location in some random field in Nevada that was turned into what was now known as the facility at least twenty-something years ago which was found empty by Pendleton Howl and reconstructed to be a personal workplace, but later turned into a meeting place for others with masks that also had unknown origins, and no dollar.
Pendleton had been working hard for the past week. As always, he kept his mask on a small stand in his lab, just a few feet away from his main desk where he kept all of his notes and records. Like the rest of the facility, his lab was futuristic in a sense, plain, simple, but had so much more room to expand. He had been fortunate enough to not have the feds hound him for his mask and findings, and the reason the Facility was as high tech as it was, was because of the government, who had given him the money and the privacy that he needed to continue his studies on the masks, so as long as he would report in with anything new regularly.
sleeping peacefully, he was woken by a rather loud guitar riff that came from his radio, causing the man to jump out of his chair and hit the ground. He always loved having ambient noise playing while he worked, helped others with their mask abilities, or pretty much anything. He didn't remember having it playing so loudly, but apparently, he did, as only a select few amount of people had 24/7 access to his personal lab. With a groan, he got up from the floor and dusted himself off. Even though he was going to head back to his room, which was separate from his lab, he should still be clean in the event that others would be awake as well.
Penn returned to his room and got prepared for the day. It took a bit longer than he would have liked due to drowsiness, but it was still relatively early in the day. He left his room and wandered the halls, meandering over to the kitchens to make something to eat.
Unlike an academy or school, nobody was employed to make food. You cooked for yourself, or anyone else you wanted to, and nobody was in charge of it. The kitchen was quite large, and had something for everyone at every time.
As he walked through the halls, he passed by several halls for the living quarters, and a few for training and relaxing. He knew he could have used his mask to easily get to the kitchen, but he had begun to use the mask less and less. He knew that the effects of the mask were transfering over to him more and more after each use, but what he was worried about was the mentality of the Reaper that he became. He could already use some of the reaper powers on his own, but to a useless extent, so he just decided to walk around the facility instead.
As he reached the kitchen, the doors opened for him as they usually did, and he prepared himself a simple breakfast to get himself going until lunch. He wasn't overly hungry, but he knew that he could eat a fair deal if he wanted to. Once he was done cooking, he put everything he used away and walked to the gathering room, a multipurpose room of sorts that was usually used for socializing when a meeting wasn't going on. There were several tables and seats to take in the gathering room, organized to outline a large circle in the middle of the room. While normally it was just an empty space, it could rise to become a platform for different uses.
Penn took a seat by himself like he usually did near one of the doors that led to other areas of the Facility, and ate his breakfast quietly as he watched the people who were already awake.</s>
<|message|>Bart Gauge (Bartholemhew with the mask on)
The desert wind whipped sand around the lone figure, but at least all the sand in the air kept the sun away, as it would have devistated him in his black and gray attire. Bartholemhew strolled through the desert as if it was a shaded promenade, walking cane in hand and backpack slung on, though he was half supernatural the desert would still kill him without water and food. He had set out two weeks ago on foot, following a gut intuition that he was meant to go where he was going, often he chatted with Bart as he took the back seat in their shared brain, talking about the 1800s and things like the first time he saw an automobile. However a few days ago the pair that inhabited the same body fell quiet as they settled into the journey, keeping good pace to arrive at where ever the hell they were going. Soon the wind died down and the sun was blazing through the dying dust, Bartholemhew took has jacket off and slung it over his shoulder, rather having one less layer then an extra one, underneath he was wearing his suit-vest and gray shirt with a black tie. A cabin-shack of sorts appeared in the distance, Bartholemhew went towards it welcoming the respite it would offer from the sun.</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
After traveling to back to the good ol' US of A Dite turned her attention to that nagging feeling in the back of her mind. She felt drawn to a location she knew she's never been. She bought a map of the country, she spread it out on a table in the penthouse suite she was staying in. She closed her eyes and let the feeling lead her hands. She waved her hands above the map, she started on the coasts and moved her way inward. Once she found the approximate location she bought a state map of the area to further narrow it down. She repeated the process and found the location was in the middle of a dessert. "No way in Tartarus am I walking. Good thing I took up skydiving for that one music video." She had her assistant file a flight plan so she could take her private jet to take her close and once up in the air she had her assistant schedule a skydiving trip for the both of them.</s>
<|message|>Charlotte Pine
The relative silence of the desert scenery was torn aside by the noise of an ATV making its way through the sand. Its tires digging up a fountain of dry rain for everyone who happened to be unfortunate enough to stand behind the vehicle - though at this speed that was somewhat unlikely. The machine plowed through the landscape at an impressive speed, hardly having any difficulties with dunes or the likes, and though maintaining a straight direction was everything but easy, the driver seemingly had the time of her life. The young woman wearing a gas mask had no drivers license, nor any experience at driving anything whatsoever, but somehow she found piloting the stolen ATV quite intuitive. Suspiciously intuitive. She had no doubt this had to do with the mask as well, but it mattered not when a 'Woooo!' barely overpowered the noisy motor, muffled by the gas mask. She had no idea where this was going, or what to do when the howling monstrosity she had tamed ran out of fuel. The moment was simply to enjoyable to care!</s>
| <|message|>Nina Simone
Blue eyes blinked up at the strange ceiling, their owner having just recently awoken. Nina's tired mind didn't recognize her surroundings, though a part of her deep down inside knew exactly where she was. A huff of air escaped her lips, the brunette turning over in the unfamiliar bed only to come face to face, metaphorically, with the most likely suspect for her new surroundings. Sitting on the pillow beside her, the item turned over, was the mask. It must have come off in her sleep… The woman sat up slowly before picking up the mask, her fingers noting the chill that overwhelmed her as she did so.
"What did you get me into now?" she questions aloud. Nina hoped the mask would remind her, as it had done thousands of times before in what could be a similar situation. Icy fingers seemed to curl around her brain, awakening thoughts and memories that the mask had suppressed. Then, leaving the young woman as quickly as it had come, the mask released her.
Oh, right. Nina had recently felt the need to find something, at least the side of her attached to the mask had. For the past month the woman had not once removed the item, it wouldn't let her. She had searched, coming up with nothing to show for this 'quest'… until last night. Nina had finally found it, a small shack in the middle of nowhere. Deep under the run down building though was a facility full of people, people who all had masks of their own.
The woman sighed, standing quickly and walking over to her measly bag of supplies. Drawing out a fresh set of clothes and her hygienic necessities Nina readied herself for the day. Maybe afterwards she'd go explore this new place…</s> |
<|description|>Nina Simone
Age: 24
Appearance: Nina is a thin figure, standing at 5'7 with very little muscle or meat on her bones. She almost looks frail, though this is nowhere near the case.
Masked appearance: When the mask is put on Nina's appearance drastically changes. Her hair becomes a mess of platinum blonde curls, reaching her ribs instead of her shoulders. The pale blue of her eyes become a vibrant red, peeking out behind the monochrome mask. Her usually tan skin pales to an almost ivory tone.
Nina, while wearing the mask, usually wears black leather pants, silver tank-top, a leather jacket, and a pair of black combat boots. She often looks like she belongs in a black and white movie. She doesn't always wear this; her usual outfit consists of clothes in monochrome hues.
Mask
Mask abilities:The mask itself has the ability to drive its wearer insane, or influence their darker side.
The wearer though, if they can handle wearing it, becomes stronger, faster, and versed in ancient military tactics. Its true ability though is the ability to create weapons from shadows and to see the possible outcomes of encounters.
Gender: Female
Personality: Without the mask no one would ever believe Nina could hurt anyone. She's a very timid, sweet, girl who- before she owned the mask- disliked seeing anyone in pain and would become nauseous when she saw blood. The only thing both sides, with and without the mask, agree on is their love for music and art.
Masked Personality: Once the mask is on Nina's face everything changes. Her sweet nature turns dark and sour, becoming a crazed sadist with a split personality disorder. One moment she is a tough, violent, bloodthirsty individual and then the next she is a bubbly, mad hatter-like nut-job. She does know when not to attack people though, and usually only kills those who she deems unfit for this world.
Biography: Nina was raised by her mother for most of her life, her father having died when she was young. In truth she was there when he died, having been sitting in the seat next to him during the tragic car accident.
When she was 19 Nina was studying abroad, a history major, and one day when she was in the city of Berlin she came across an old antique store. She went into the store and after scouring the many items she stumbled across the mask. It intruiged her, pulled her in, and against the clerks constant warnings and what she believed to be rumors, she bought it. Nina studied it, wanting to know the item's history, and when she came across the stories of the previous owners she became curious. She put it on, laughing at the childishness, but when she finally removed it she knew it was true.
Bit about the mask: The mask is made of thick, ancient, polished steel; originally forged from the melted remains of a sword. Unknown to the woman who asked for it to be crafted the sword originally belonged to a madman, one who used the blade to murder hundreds… though most were on the battle field. The mask, once completed, was only worn once by its original owner. She wore it to a gala but went insane shortly after, screaming and haunted by visions of those the sword had killed.
The mask continued to pass from owner to owner, driving the weak completely mad and pushing some to the violence it once dwelled in. Most of its owners died young, or rotted away in some sort of cell.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
"How long have you had your mask?" Penn suddenly asked. It was obvious that Dite was starting to annoy him, and it seemed as if she didn't grasp the concept of the masks like he did. He was not versed in Greek mythology, and Reaper did not remember every little detail of every soul he sent to the afterlife. Despite this, the mask resonated once against with bits and pieces of the death of the demigod. Nessus, a ferryman centaur, was the cause of his death. Hercules' wife was persuaded by the dying centaur to take some of his blood and use it as a love potion on Hercules. Instead, in her time of need, the blood did not act as a love potion, but a deadly toxin.
"Just how long have you been in possession of it?" He asked her once more. While not entirely the same, Penn and Reaper were once two completely separate entities. Reaper held complete control once the mask was put on, the Penn regained full control of his body when it was taken off. There was never anything between the two of them about never taking the mask off. The more he used the mask, and the longer he had it, the line between the two separate entities slowly began to blur. Penn became more Dutiful, and by now had complete control over the Reaper form and identity. To an amazing extent, even the powers of the reaper began to seep into Penn's normal form.
Penn held the mask out in front of him for all to see. Suddenly, it was engulfed and black flames. As the flames subsided, the mask was no longer in his possession. Unfortunately, without the mask worn, that was the extent of that certain ability. He could only call upon and call away the mask, and nothing else. If he ever wanted to access the umbraspace, it would take quite a toll on his human body. Even now, with that simple parlor trick, Penn was slightly exhausted and the man panted as he regained the energy he lost. He was sure though that the more and more he used the mask, the less it would toll on his human form.
Penn looked at Dity sternly and fiercely, the personalty of the mask seeping into him just a little more. "Whoever put on that mask originally is most likely long gone. Go ahead and cut me into pieces. I'll ferry myself into the afterlife with no problems. You, on the other hand, as well as everyone else here, will only get further away from the answer to the question on everyone's mind: why are we here?"</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
"In charge for two years six weeks five hours twelve minutes and thirty-three seconds give or take. Every host ceases to live once I or any of the other Greek deity masks takes control. They become nothing more than a soulless husk. I have been through two dozen hosts none of them but this one felt drawn to this place, which leads me to believe you are responsible. So start talking charlatan. No more games death boy."</s>
<|message|>Charlotte Pine
Charlotte's train of thought was promptly interrupted by the escalating conflict, but at least it spared her the riddling about who was the face of death. Again, not quite what she had expected. An old, evil-looking bald man with a ridiculous beard would have been a better fit, she thought, but at least he wasn't some quirky tiny girl. That would have been reallyfrightening. She made her assumptions about how much a bullet could do to death himself and from the conversation going on, the smug, noisy bitch was probably on his level... but it was just too tempting to get out the old Grach. On the other hand, she kind of couldn't care less about the ensuing violence and the reaper was more than likely not someone you could stab anyway. She simply stood in front of the elevator motionlessly, waiting for things to unfold until the reaper took his mask off and put it away somehow. That decidedly tipped the scales as he probably wasn't quite as impenetrable in this state. In the matter of a second she tensed, held her handgun pointed at Dite.
"Nice temper you have there missy. Maybe settle down a bit, you're scaring the kids."
She didn't make the effort to threaten Dite verbally, as the gun was quite unmistakable already. All of this happening at once didn't leave her enough time to ponder the fact that they probably all had some sort of mask similar to her own, but the realization had rooted in the back of her mind by now.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Only two years. Penn would have expected a longer amount of time from such a haughty woman, but he wasn't going to point and laugh just yet. He needed to be serious. "I've had my mask for seventeen years, and I know that I am not responsible for bringing you all here." he said to her, taking note of the gas mask wearing girl who had her gun pointed at Dite. He didn't say anything about it, and instead kept his focus on the masked goddess. "I told you before, and I will tell you again. I don't know why we've been called here, that is what I intend to find out. However, none of you will get any closer to finding the truth if you kill me."
Penn stopped and took a breath. Arguing with the form of a goddess wasn't going to get them anywhere. The mask researcher looked at all of the people around him and motioned for them to follow him. "Now isn't the time for arguing. I'll show you around a little before we get down to business.</s>
<|message|>Bart Gauge (Bartholemhew with the mask on)
Bartholemhew just watched the scene unfold in amusement, 'such petty fighting' he thought to himself, with most of the other souls nodding and agreeing, however he still had his hand on the hilt of his cane, waiting for something to happen so he could unsheathe it's hidden blade and strike as fast as possible. He found the bunch of mask wearers around him very interesting and the addition of the smoke breather turning their little gaggle into a side show attraction.
"Excuse me Sir," called out Bartholemhew from his corner of the room, "but before I go anywhere with you merry bunch, I think I'd like to atleast be aquatinted, with the more palatable ones at least." he said, looking at the blonde woman who was holding the knife with disdain.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Penn looked to Bartholemew as he spoke. The entire argument was pointless, and he was wasting time speaking to Dite when he could have been using the same amount of time to show them the key components to the Facility, as well as everything that he had currently gathered to answer the key question. Like he had told Dite, he could answer why they had all been brought to this location. However, he was well on his way to answering that question. Even though he did have some help from others residing in the Facility, he was the key holder of all of the information. He documented every thought and possibility about the origins of the masks and the importance of the location.
As he was too caught up in the petty argument, he had forgotten if he had already introduced himself to these people before. "If I've already said it before, I'm sorry, but my name is Pendleton Howl, and I and the head of the Facility, the underground building you are all in right now." He spoke to them all. "Anyways, I'm sure you're all at least somewhat hungry from the journey all the way out here, so we'll be moving along to the kitchen for you all to grab something to eat, then the gathering room, so you can all meet others like yourselves. After that, we'll see just what happens, and go from there. Any questions?"</s>
<|message|>Nina Simone
More people had arrived and not long after everything fell into chaos. The blonde woman, no one had given her a name as of yet, was currently threatening Penn. Nina chuckled quietly, eyeing the knife carefully. It didn't look too worrisome. The woman sat up though, taking in each and every person in the room with complete curiosity. So far she only knew two names, Dite and Penndleton, and the woman who had asked why they were here had been replaced by a man… which intrigued the masked figure tremendously.
Nina smiled faintly when Penn mentioned explanations, after all her other side wanted to understand but for now the mask wouldn't allow itself to be removed this was a bad environment for someone as weak as her normal side.
Crimson eyes turned to the oddly dressed gentleman who had spoken, the woman standing swiftly and gracefully. Finally someone with proper manners, though Penn and the woman…man… were rather polite as well. Nina crossed the space, approaching the man before reaching her hand out for a handshake. "I'm glad someone else agrees on this notion. My name is Nina Simone, and you might be sir?" she chimes, smiling wide.</s>
<|message|>Bart Gauge (Bartholemhew with the mask on)
Bartholemhew was having a mental chat with the senate of souls within the mask when he was inturipted, a hand being thrust upon him while he was in deep thought. He smiled and rose from his seat, slipping his cane under his arm, however instead taking her hand and shaking it, he lowered himself a bit and took it gently in his hand, planting a kiss on it, "Enchanted," he began, looking up at her and smiling before letting go of her hand, "Bartholemhew Gauge, however the one without the mask prefers Bart." he said, saying Bart with disdain, knowing that no matter how hard he were to try to arrest power over the body, Bart could simply retake control and take the mask off. Bartholemhew, pinched the bridge of his beak from the top and ran his fingers down to it's tip, getting rid of some of the dust, "I find the notion of the reaper being here rather unsettling," he said, gripping the handle of the cane, "but I guess I can 'live' with it." every soul in the mask groaned at the pun and Bart was tempted to take control just because of that.</s>
<|message|>Robert Hayshen
Things seemed to winding down a bit which was a relief to both Robert and Koharu. Mr. Howl introduced himself and offered a meal. They definitely were hungry and a meal would be welcome. At the same time though at least two seemed unstable to say the least. Thinking realistically going back out wouldn't be a good idea when they were so low on energy. There wasn't much choice here and now.
Nodding a bit Robert stepped up to answer Mr. Howl. "Alright, We can agree to that." Someone had to try and push things along with their host. If they were all led here by masks then there were a lot of questions that needed answering and hostility was not going to produce solutions. Catching Bartholomhew's pun he turned slightly and a chuckle accompanied a grin. "Oh, I see what you did there. Very nice."
"You're such a dork." Shrugging to Koharu's comment, Robert just laughed. "Oh come on, I know you caught it too. It was funny." This only caused the girl to roll her eyes but a slight smile did flicker across her face.</s>
| <|message|>Nina Simone
A chuckle left the young woman's lips, a small blush sweeping across her pale skin. Nina had not been expecting Bartholomew to kiss her hand; the mask hadn't come across someone with that particular set of manners in a very long span of time. "It is an absolute pleasure to meet you Bartholomew." She chimed. "I have to agree though, the fact that our host seems to be death himself is… not something I find completely comforting. He doesn't seem to want to harm any of us though. I have been here almost a full day, I think, and he has done nothing to worry me too dreadfully much." Nina replies, her crimson eyes meeting Bart's gaze. A smile still graced her lips, though it did not seem quite as insane as when these strangers had first arrived. His little joke had been funny, and so she giggled shortly before going quiet once again.
Nina's gaze shifted to the other person who had acknowledged Bart's joke, she still did not know their name. "Oh, and who might you be dear?" she questioned.</s> |
<|description|>Isaiah Foster
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Mask Abilities: The power of illusions, making those the wearer targets see, hear, smell, taste, or feel whatever they pleases. The mask seems to awaken the more negative aspects of his personality, and give it new life. Neither his physical condition nor appearance seems to have changed, and he need only have the mask in his possession for it to work.
Personality: Working as a photography teacher, he is often seen as the first person to go to for good, non-prejudiced advice. Still, he is a worrier of a man who often tries to hide his feeling of anxiety and doubt with humour and friendliness, and avoids thinking too deeply of his own personal problems by working on his photography and writing. This man seems thoughtful, compassionate, forgiving…and a darker side to him loathes how pitifully he feels himself to be, and mores so loathes the pity of others. Deep down, he knows himself a coward, and doesn't want to burden others, but is ultimately afraid of being abandoned. Even deeper down, since he first touched the mask, a tiny voice is telling him he doesn't even really need anyone in his world.
Quick Biography: Him and his young fraternal twin were both failed abortions, though unfortunately Isaiah was the only one coming out of it not quite healthy. Both being adopted by a doctor couple who took care of them for the longest time, both fully able to help him along in his youth with paraplegia and chronic pain. They wanted to treat both their new sons equally…which somehow ended up not having expectations of them at all. Twenty plus years later, somehow his healthy brother ends up being the irresponsible rehab dwelling drunk-druggie, leeching off of their adoptive parent's saved money…while Isaiah became a well-known enough photographer and artist, able to support himself.
Finally proposing to his long-time girlfriend, it was a photography student of his that revealed evidence of his fiancé's affair…with his brother. It sort of…broke the small confidence he had, as it seemed more and more like the world was rewarding his brother more for nothing, and that his wife to be was staying with him due to pity. Still, afraid of becoming alone by revealing what he knew, antagonising his own brother and fiancé with the truth…he decided to just pretend he didn't know of any of this, and marry her anyway.
Any sweetness from her was becoming more and more obvious pity, to him, long stretches of time becoming more…their honeymoon was spent acting happy about being newlywed, and the sights of Venice. It was his wife that bought him the Jester mask, joking about how it was 'fitting'. Fitting? How? Was she calling him a fool? A jester in medieval eras was mentally handicapped, not physically; she had to be calling him a fool for apparently not knowing about the affair. The mask in hand, he cast his first ever illusion on himself as he held it up to his face.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Another day, another unsolved mystery about the origins of the masks and the importance of the location in some random field in Nevada that was turned into what was now known as the facility at least twenty-something years ago which was found empty by Pendleton Howl and reconstructed to be a personal workplace, but later turned into a meeting place for others with masks that also had unknown origins, and no dollar.
Pendleton had been working hard for the past week. As always, he kept his mask on a small stand in his lab, just a few feet away from his main desk where he kept all of his notes and records. Like the rest of the facility, his lab was futuristic in a sense, plain, simple, but had so much more room to expand. He had been fortunate enough to not have the feds hound him for his mask and findings, and the reason the Facility was as high tech as it was, was because of the government, who had given him the money and the privacy that he needed to continue his studies on the masks, so as long as he would report in with anything new regularly.
sleeping peacefully, he was woken by a rather loud guitar riff that came from his radio, causing the man to jump out of his chair and hit the ground. He always loved having ambient noise playing while he worked, helped others with their mask abilities, or pretty much anything. He didn't remember having it playing so loudly, but apparently, he did, as only a select few amount of people had 24/7 access to his personal lab. With a groan, he got up from the floor and dusted himself off. Even though he was going to head back to his room, which was separate from his lab, he should still be clean in the event that others would be awake as well.
Penn returned to his room and got prepared for the day. It took a bit longer than he would have liked due to drowsiness, but it was still relatively early in the day. He left his room and wandered the halls, meandering over to the kitchens to make something to eat.
Unlike an academy or school, nobody was employed to make food. You cooked for yourself, or anyone else you wanted to, and nobody was in charge of it. The kitchen was quite large, and had something for everyone at every time.
As he walked through the halls, he passed by several halls for the living quarters, and a few for training and relaxing. He knew he could have used his mask to easily get to the kitchen, but he had begun to use the mask less and less. He knew that the effects of the mask were transfering over to him more and more after each use, but what he was worried about was the mentality of the Reaper that he became. He could already use some of the reaper powers on his own, but to a useless extent, so he just decided to walk around the facility instead.
As he reached the kitchen, the doors opened for him as they usually did, and he prepared himself a simple breakfast to get himself going until lunch. He wasn't overly hungry, but he knew that he could eat a fair deal if he wanted to. Once he was done cooking, he put everything he used away and walked to the gathering room, a multipurpose room of sorts that was usually used for socializing when a meeting wasn't going on. There were several tables and seats to take in the gathering room, organized to outline a large circle in the middle of the room. While normally it was just an empty space, it could rise to become a platform for different uses.
Penn took a seat by himself like he usually did near one of the doors that led to other areas of the Facility, and ate his breakfast quietly as he watched the people who were already awake.</s>
<|message|>Bart Gauge (Bartholemhew with the mask on)
The desert wind whipped sand around the lone figure, but at least all the sand in the air kept the sun away, as it would have devistated him in his black and gray attire. Bartholemhew strolled through the desert as if it was a shaded promenade, walking cane in hand and backpack slung on, though he was half supernatural the desert would still kill him without water and food. He had set out two weeks ago on foot, following a gut intuition that he was meant to go where he was going, often he chatted with Bart as he took the back seat in their shared brain, talking about the 1800s and things like the first time he saw an automobile. However a few days ago the pair that inhabited the same body fell quiet as they settled into the journey, keeping good pace to arrive at where ever the hell they were going. Soon the wind died down and the sun was blazing through the dying dust, Bartholemhew took has jacket off and slung it over his shoulder, rather having one less layer then an extra one, underneath he was wearing his suit-vest and gray shirt with a black tie. A cabin-shack of sorts appeared in the distance, Bartholemhew went towards it welcoming the respite it would offer from the sun.</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
After traveling to back to the good ol' US of A Dite turned her attention to that nagging feeling in the back of her mind. She felt drawn to a location she knew she's never been. She bought a map of the country, she spread it out on a table in the penthouse suite she was staying in. She closed her eyes and let the feeling lead her hands. She waved her hands above the map, she started on the coasts and moved her way inward. Once she found the approximate location she bought a state map of the area to further narrow it down. She repeated the process and found the location was in the middle of a dessert. "No way in Tartarus am I walking. Good thing I took up skydiving for that one music video." She had her assistant file a flight plan so she could take her private jet to take her close and once up in the air she had her assistant schedule a skydiving trip for the both of them.</s>
<|message|>Charlotte Pine
The relative silence of the desert scenery was torn aside by the noise of an ATV making its way through the sand. Its tires digging up a fountain of dry rain for everyone who happened to be unfortunate enough to stand behind the vehicle - though at this speed that was somewhat unlikely. The machine plowed through the landscape at an impressive speed, hardly having any difficulties with dunes or the likes, and though maintaining a straight direction was everything but easy, the driver seemingly had the time of her life. The young woman wearing a gas mask had no drivers license, nor any experience at driving anything whatsoever, but somehow she found piloting the stolen ATV quite intuitive. Suspiciously intuitive. She had no doubt this had to do with the mask as well, but it mattered not when a 'Woooo!' barely overpowered the noisy motor, muffled by the gas mask. She had no idea where this was going, or what to do when the howling monstrosity she had tamed ran out of fuel. The moment was simply to enjoyable to care!</s>
<|message|>Nina Simone
Blue eyes blinked up at the strange ceiling, their owner having just recently awoken. Nina's tired mind didn't recognize her surroundings, though a part of her deep down inside knew exactly where she was. A huff of air escaped her lips, the brunette turning over in the unfamiliar bed only to come face to face, metaphorically, with the most likely suspect for her new surroundings. Sitting on the pillow beside her, the item turned over, was the mask. It must have come off in her sleep… The woman sat up slowly before picking up the mask, her fingers noting the chill that overwhelmed her as she did so.
"What did you get me into now?" she questions aloud. Nina hoped the mask would remind her, as it had done thousands of times before in what could be a similar situation. Icy fingers seemed to curl around her brain, awakening thoughts and memories that the mask had suppressed. Then, leaving the young woman as quickly as it had come, the mask released her.
Oh, right. Nina had recently felt the need to find something, at least the side of her attached to the mask had. For the past month the woman had not once removed the item, it wouldn't let her. She had searched, coming up with nothing to show for this 'quest'… until last night. Nina had finally found it, a small shack in the middle of nowhere. Deep under the run down building though was a facility full of people, people who all had masks of their own.
The woman sighed, standing quickly and walking over to her measly bag of supplies. Drawing out a fresh set of clothes and her hygienic necessities Nina readied herself for the day. Maybe afterwards she'd go explore this new place…</s>
| <|message|>Isaiah Foster
The understanding of how to use the mask came to him automatically, as quiet and as effect as a whisper.
The first time he had used his power on someone, other than himself, was on a student during a beach trip. With the small amount of boardwalk bringing him close enough to see the edge where water ebbed and flowed over sand, as his more sand and surf wheelchair had gone into a bad state of disrepair from disuse…the photography instructor ended up settling down beside the last student left as the others had gone off to take photos. Too blessed was he, having the best behaved class.
After an hour under the hot sun, one of the teens finally got back to him, and more specifically...the water cooler, with bottles of water. Such an impulse it was, with the mask tucked into his bag latched onto his wheelchair, and a bottle of dry beach sand given to him by one o the female students. The illusion in place, even he saw the crystal clear bottle of cool water go from his hand into the teen boy's…and yet he felt his stomach drop as the youth removed the top and tilted his head back, even when the illusion kept with the flowing clear water that looked too delicious in this heat.
The teen wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, screwing the cap on…there was something off in his gut feeling, before he finally noticed the wheelchair bound teacher visibly blanched with a look of what could have been guilt...and horror…upon his face, "Hey, Mr Foster, you alright?" As the illusion ended, sand poured out from the boy's mouth as he spoke.
"I'm sorry, wrong bottle."
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That incident had been explained as a combination of the youth suffering from some mild heat stroke, which would explain the carelessness and just straight up drinking a good portion of a bottle of sand. The teen recovered, nobody was charged as it had been clearly a series of accidents, but Isaiah Foster never forgot…as easy as willing it, a person could gulp down a glass of sand like it was the sweetest flowing, lightest juice upon their tongue.
"Sir, are you feeling alright?"
Being brought out of his stupor, he would have jumped slightly in his seat if he could. Turning and peering up at the older waitress looking at his with some concern to her expression, he chuckled and smiled easily at her, taking note of her nametag just at eye level, "Sorry, Gertrude, I must still have been half asleep."
Isaiah couldn't help but be reminded of the nurses typical of hospitals, looking at Gertrude's expression change slightly…there was still pity, but no more than he expected, and favourably less so, even. "You travelling?" Isaiah could really only give a truthful nod to his inquiry, "If you're tired, you must be driving an awful lot, where you heading?"
Honestly, he didn't know. Heck, he didn't even know why he had just felt the urge to get on up and out here, though jokingly he thought to himself, 'Early midlife crisis, perhaps?' Maybe a restlessness due to routine…which, in actuality, wasn't something he tended to have at all in life. As smooth as Isaiah's life seemed to far, as face value, he really wasn't a planner. Still, he had to give some sort of lie, so he didn't sound like he was just going to roll off and disappear from the world.
So, he gave the waitress the same answer he gave his wife, like he was the one cheating and had to hide what he planned on doing…
"A colleague and I are getting together to work on photography project. Now…hmmm, can you tell me a little bit about this breakfast special?"</s> |
<|description|>Isaiah Foster
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Mask Abilities: The power of illusions, making those the wearer targets see, hear, smell, taste, or feel whatever they pleases. The mask seems to awaken the more negative aspects of his personality, and give it new life. Neither his physical condition nor appearance seems to have changed, and he need only have the mask in his possession for it to work.
Personality: Working as a photography teacher, he is often seen as the first person to go to for good, non-prejudiced advice. Still, he is a worrier of a man who often tries to hide his feeling of anxiety and doubt with humour and friendliness, and avoids thinking too deeply of his own personal problems by working on his photography and writing. This man seems thoughtful, compassionate, forgiving…and a darker side to him loathes how pitifully he feels himself to be, and mores so loathes the pity of others. Deep down, he knows himself a coward, and doesn't want to burden others, but is ultimately afraid of being abandoned. Even deeper down, since he first touched the mask, a tiny voice is telling him he doesn't even really need anyone in his world.
Quick Biography: Him and his young fraternal twin were both failed abortions, though unfortunately Isaiah was the only one coming out of it not quite healthy. Both being adopted by a doctor couple who took care of them for the longest time, both fully able to help him along in his youth with paraplegia and chronic pain. They wanted to treat both their new sons equally…which somehow ended up not having expectations of them at all. Twenty plus years later, somehow his healthy brother ends up being the irresponsible rehab dwelling drunk-druggie, leeching off of their adoptive parent's saved money…while Isaiah became a well-known enough photographer and artist, able to support himself.
Finally proposing to his long-time girlfriend, it was a photography student of his that revealed evidence of his fiancé's affair…with his brother. It sort of…broke the small confidence he had, as it seemed more and more like the world was rewarding his brother more for nothing, and that his wife to be was staying with him due to pity. Still, afraid of becoming alone by revealing what he knew, antagonising his own brother and fiancé with the truth…he decided to just pretend he didn't know of any of this, and marry her anyway.
Any sweetness from her was becoming more and more obvious pity, to him, long stretches of time becoming more…their honeymoon was spent acting happy about being newlywed, and the sights of Venice. It was his wife that bought him the Jester mask, joking about how it was 'fitting'. Fitting? How? Was she calling him a fool? A jester in medieval eras was mentally handicapped, not physically; she had to be calling him a fool for apparently not knowing about the affair. The mask in hand, he cast his first ever illusion on himself as he held it up to his face.</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
"I am Dite, Char baby you may know me as Aphrodite. This is my personal assisstant Kimiko." Dite motioned for Kimiko to step forward. "Since when do the masks that ruled the ancient world as gods allowed themselves to be removed?" Dite waved her hand as if wiping away the subject. "Let's go check the inside of this facility Kimiko. Let's hope the inside looks better than the outside, if not I am going to be extremely dissappointed." Kimiko recognized the tone in Dite's voice. It was extremely subtle, one would have to spend quite a lot of time with Dite to recognize the difference. Dite issued a threat.
Like always Kimiko went in first. When it was determined to be safe she called for Dite. Dite inspected the inside. "Much better than the outside, that isn't saying much." She looked for this waiting room. "Char baby where is this waiting room?"</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
The waiting room that Penn spoke of wasn't much more than a slightly lit basement with very little furnishing. However, that all changed when Penn took out his phone and pressed a button.
For anyone in the waiting room underground, it didn't look like much. The walls and floors were clean, but there was only a single light that dimly lit up the room. When Penn pressed the button, the walls changed from their stone grey into bright white octagonal panels, with lights in the open spaces of the panels. Everything in the room suddenly became much better because of a single button. The room was now much brighter, and appeared much cleaner than before, and before the people in the waiting room could get settled into the change, the wall across from the stairwell that led to the waiting room began to disappear, panel by panel to show an elevator with it's doors open. Of course there were other ways to get into the facility, but Penn enjoyed having it done a certain way whenever new people came to the facility.
If they were to take the elevator down now, they's find that once they reached their destination, the facility would still be relatively quiet. It was still somewhat early in the morning, and only so many people would be awake. Despite this, the Facility would be as hi-tech and clean as usual. The white octagonal panels were all over the place, a rather odd design choice from Penn, but he stuck to it.
Pendleton stayed above ground, waiting patiently for the rest of the newcomers. They couldn't be far away, and he put his mask back on to take the form of the Reaper once more.</s>
<|message|>Charlotte Pine
The girl with the gas mask had to refill the ATVs tank twice over the course of the night, and when she emptied the second - and last - reserve tank, a feeling of uncertainty snuck into her mood. Not knowing where to go was one thing, driving through the middle of a desolate landscape with preciously little water and food was another...and the lack of gas didn't make it any better. But she kept going. Not like she had much of a choice at this point, it didn't require a genius or a higher degree in math to understand that she couldn't return the way she came.
After hours and hours of driving through the desert, Charlotte finally reached the destination of her uncertain journey - a wooden shed came into view. The surprised 'Woah.' she let loose was certainly not because of the building, but rather directed at the person standing in front of it. Upon her arrival, she was still wearing the hooded jacket that shielded her from most of the nightly cold of the desert, together with fairly worn out pants and heavy boots. A bag full of basic belongings was strapped to the ATV. She stalled the motor and jumped off the vehicle without waiting for it to fully stop, roughly when the eerie figure in front of the building was close enough to hear her voice without excessive shouting. As the ATV slowly came to a halt, she produced a pistol from behind her back and carefully approached Pendleton, aiming down in front of her.
"Shit, I always thought the gates of hell would be more...opulent. The bouncer is just as I imagined, though.", she proclaimed jokingly half to herself, half to the grim reaper in front of her, waiting for what she presumed to be 'death' to react. Her mind racing to make sense of this scenery, trying to comprehend what this place was and why the mask directed her to this run-down house.</s>
<|message|>Bart Gauge (Bartholemhew with the mask on)
As Bartholomew strolled silently along, the activity around the shack started to increase. People began falling out of the sky and spindly person on some kind of 4 wheeled motorcycle rushed through the desert a few hundred yards away from Bartholomew. Watching all this go by with a blank expression, he kept walking towards the shack, his feet making light tapping sounds on the dried out lakebed that was the desert. Soon, after an hour of further walking (things in the desert are further then they appear), the shack was mere yards away, however he found that he was approaching it from behind. Before he started wrapping around the dilapidated structure, the four wheeled vehicle he spotted in the distance prior to his arrival coasted past him at a slow pace before slowing to a halt; soon he heard the semi-distant sound of a woman.
Leaning his head around the corner of the structure, him and all the other long dead souls in the mask to a combined shit. Death, the creature that they thought they were safe from in the mask was only a few yards away.
'HIDE THE MASK!' yelled the combined trapped souls and quickly, without a comment Bartholomew did so, clearly petrified by the presence of death. Slipping the mask back into his bag Bart felt Bartholomew slip away from him and relinquish command, however he still felt some of bart inside him, like residue at the bottom of a coffee pot; he felt this way because the mask less features of Bartholomew were still on his face, the wide black beady eyes and the smoothed black hair, but slowly strand by strand his hair turned blonde again and muscle by muscle, his irises reappeared and his eyes shrunk.</s>
<|message|>Pendleton "Penn" Howl
Reaper's cloak flapped in the dry yet gentle wind. He observed the woman with the gas mask as she approached, and could feel the presence of several trapped souls. Being the Grim Reaper, he had extra senses like that. Suddenly, the trapped souls disappeared from his radar, He could no longer feel their presence, but just one soul taking their place.
He didn't move at the sight of her firearm. The bullets wouldn't pass through him, but they would hardly be an effective tool to slay him. He was the Reaper, a god in his own right that took souls away from the land of the living.
"Your mask." He spoke suddenly to the woman, his free hand pointing at her face. "Does it change you? Bind you with another? Are you more than you were without it?" While sandstorms were somewhat common, there hadn't been one in the area in quite some time, and the mask could have just been an accessory. She could have just wandered to the shack. They were all possible. "Remove your mask." He told her. Penn wanted for it to sounds like a request than an order, but the Reaper is hardly ever wavering.
He then pointed with his scythe in the direction of the other being near him, the one that used to be the collective form of several souls. "Your mask is unique." he spoke as powerfully as ever. "Go inside, more will be explained shortly."</s>
<|message|>Nina Simone
"Come on... Now you choose to be silent? Just a few months ago I couldn't get you to s-" Nina cut off her sentence when there was a knock at the door. The woman's blue eyes shifted to the slightly familiar figure who peered in. So that was the Pendleton Howl it had mentioned, one of the few details that had been explained to her. He was quite right though, her memory wasn't completely back on the matter, she only remembered getting here, meeting the man standing in the doorway, and the fact that their were more people in her situation down here.
Just as quick as he arrived he disappeared back into the hall, the door closing with a soft click. Nina blinked, turning back to look at the mask sitting atop the bed on the other side of the room. "If you really want to know more then asking him would be your best shot." the mask chuckled. Yes, the mask can speak but only its wearer, Nina, could hear it. This little fact had given her quite a fright the first few times it decided to speak to her. The mask was completely conscious and had a very demanding grip on her, what it wanted it got and she had no way to say no. "Why don't you explain instead, he seems busy enough..." Nina questioned aloud. It's response was expected, completely common to the mask. "You really think I paid that much attention? Silly girl you should know better." it laughed, mocking her. Right, the mask often had a short attention span... It was truly insane.
Nina groaned before snatching the silver object off the bed. She was going to explore and maybe try to find Pendleton again, she wanted to know exactly what this place was. The brunette quietly opened her door and slipped out, only to freeze at what she saw. This place looked like something from a movie. A shocked gasp left her lips, slowly making her way down the hall towards what looked to be some sort of common area. Maybe someone would be able to help her in her confusion.</s>
<|message|>John Rollins
Kimiko and Dite took up residence on a couch in some kind of common area, Dite put her arm around Kimiko. "I take you the most interesting places don't I?" Kimiko was being flooded with Dite's pheromones, she was extremely aroused. All she could manage was a moan. Dite whispered one word into Kimiko's ear, Kimiko began to writhe in pleasure. Dite just giggled and then kissed Kimiko on the cheek. "No longer nervous are we?" Kimiko nodded affirmative. "We need to be here, not sure why yet. Hope to see more of the ancient Greek deity masks around. Especially the one that became Ares. Did I ever tell you about Ares, Zeus forced us to play the role of brother and sister but he was an incredible lover. Last I heard he was heading to Japan. Shortly after that I left and encountered the Norse people, I came to be known as Freya then. Haven't heard from Ares since or the rest of my fellow deities." Dite rested her head on Kimiko's shoulders.</s>
| <|message|>Isaiah Foster
Surprisingly, with nothing but a feeling, he found the building. Well, to be more precise, it was a dilapidated shack in the middle of nowhere. With his mask in his lap and his willing of it, the illusion had fallen into place, making his presence virtually imperceptible. Couldn't be sooner, as the building didn't seem to have a ramp for him to try and roll up through the entrance. Looking around the general area and spotting a few planks leaning against the side of the shack, he leant over to noisily knock them over, though the general illusion of imperceptibility would have...well, nobody would notice, even while walking on or crossing over it. Not till the illusion was put to rest, or at least till he separated from the mask. With a little bit more nudging here and there it seemed to become a decent enough ramp for him to make use of.
Finally wheeling himself up and into the shack, he looked up and had a creeping feeling...looking around, just before the doorway, he took sight of a real photographic moment. A large woodland spider in a very thick web, eating a trapped moth. Adjusting his camera, holding it steady, he finally took his pictures before actually going into the building. Mask in lap, camera in hand, looking over the picture briefly...Isaiah finally noticed the--"WOAH, okay!?" Looking up at what could only be the visage of death, for what must have been minutes, the paraplegic tried to remember when exactly he could have recently died.
No, he couldn't be dead, right? Isaiah doubted he could use a camera is he were a ghost, or even still be wheelchair bound, for that matter. Laughing nervously, trying desperately to trust the strange power of the mask, hoping this reaper false..."...gods...!" Was the only thing he could mutter to himself in the moments after.</s> |
<|description|>Lady Clara
Age: Appears to be in her early twenties but a lady never tells.
Profession: Witch~
History: Born in the north, Clara hails from the wintry mountains. She is known for being a gifted sorceress, but there are also many rumors that she is a twisted and evil woman who gave her heart to a demon bear for power. These rumors couldn't be proven even if anyone had dared to do so.
Appearance:</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
The Spell-weaver competition:
Many witches and wizards from across the kingdom were gathering around castle Lorelei. Some were showing off by juggling fire balls or making themselves disappear and re-appear a few feet away, but others had their eyes set on the castle. Among the swaths of people was a young woman dawned in a long gown with black feathers streaming from her shoulders down the back and on to the foot of her dress. This was Lady Clara and many moved out of her way as she strode towards the doors. Her eyes were golden and wild looking as was her dark hair that seemed to blend into the black feathers once it reached her shoulders. No one accompanied her or seemed to be protecting her, but many cleared a path for her. The woman emitted an odd aura like a cold chill in the middle of a summer day. It was an eerie presence that would cause most to experience their hair standing up on end.
She smirked at the guards as they opened the large double doors to allow her entry. "LADY CLARA OF THE WINTER WILLLLDDDDSSS" Bellowed a man at the entrance of the great hall. It was a long corridor where the king and court sat at the far end. By the time Clara arrived, the room was half full. The competition didn't seem to bother her though. Her eyes searched greedily for the king and once she spotted him she bowed graciously.
"I thought you would come Lady Clara. It does my heart good to see so many gifted magi willing to help our kingdom."
Clara and the king both knew very well that the only reason so many have gathered was for fame and fortune, but the king was a kind man and liked to coat the whole affair with an air of generosity rather than greed. "It is an honor my king.", she smiled making her face look more wild and menacing.
She stood as closely as she could to the royal court and didn't speak to anyone, not that anyone other than the king was willing to speak to her. Too many rumors buzzed about of her dark magic and dangerous methods to allow others to feel comfortable talking to her. Those who held titles of heroism and strength rivaling hers didn't wish to be associated with her either. There was no room for socialization though, she was too preoccupied with the task at hand. There were rumors of a temple trapped in a magical dome, but other than that there weren't many details on the matter.</s>
<|message|>Alexander
The city of Lorelei felt empty to Alexander. Compared to his home city Erumai, where walking down the street was like swimming through hundreds at almost any time of day, anyway. There was less people on the street than what was usual though, because many where at the castle or heading to the castle to see the gathered spellcasters. Pulling his hood up to keep out the chill Alexander made his way to the castle that loomed up before him. Despite his feelings it was not a small city, in fact Lorelei was far larger than the other cities in the area. As he found himself coming closer and closer to the castle he felt more eyes passing over him. Alexander knew what they were saying. He was a sight to see in his thin cloak he had brought from the southern isles. Covered in runes from his homeland it was all he needed to keep the cold away, so he had never bought any of the thicker clothing up here. No, everything he wore underneath the cloak was silk-good summer cloathing.
Gathered before the castle were a large number of lesser beings. They attempted to awe people with their meager power, or somehow convince the guard that they too should be let in and hear the kings challenge. After the announcement, though many would try to keep it to themselves, rumors will spread like wildfire and many of these weaklings would attempt to follow. If this challenge was anything like he hoped it to be, Alexander knew that they would die, as would many of the stronger witches and wizards that were here. The path to the double doors opened up before him as if he was some daemon. The small displays of magic were stopped and all eyes followed the strangley cloaked man from afar.
"Lord Alexander, Magus Primus of Erumai, Wizard of the Southern Isles!" The guard yelled as he opened the doors. It had taken him several tries to say the whole thing correctly and only then had Alexander let the guard announce him. On each side of the corridor there were many witches and wizards here. These ones had more power to them than those outside and the their auras made the room sound like it had a large fireplace. Alexander almost smiled to himself, he kept control of his aura and made himself seem powerless-as was the practice of all Wizards of the Southern Isles. A rare title, with only 13 living claiming it at any one time, it was awarded on experience and skill more often than power, though every few generations a Magus would claim the title through sheer power.
"It is an honor to have someone from the southern isles offer help, Alexander d'Erumai. I must say that I am a little suprised and incredibly happy."
Alexander smiled and inclined his head to the king. He was here for himself and did not represent the Southern isles, though the king knew that. "I am glad to help." After pulling his hood down he faced the masses and scanned over them, attempting to look each of them in the eyes. Gasps echoed throughout as they saw his eyes-demon eyes.
He had moved off to the side, though many stared at him still. There was one other that had seemed to be alone by the court. She was wearing a pretty gown that was ruined by the black feathers that trailed down it. The effect was enough to intimidate the many though. Or was there something more to her, that so many would fear her? Alexander smiled as he stood next to her. The talk of the hall was no longer centered on the task at hand, which was annoying as he had no idea what it was. Alexander had not paid any attention to the rumors, knowing that the King himself would tell them the problem.</s>
| <|message|>Lady Clara
Clara glanced sideways at the figure who now stood by her side. She saw the odd warm weather clothes he had sported, but quickly saw the runes. It made sense now why he didn't seem uncomfortable. Her eyebrows raised slightly. So this was the famed wizard of the southern isles. His name and his tales even reached her ears up in the northern wilderness that she called home. Then again, a wizard of such ability was bound to have tales and rumors spread throughout the land.
After more people arrived and settled into the crowd, the king stood. The room fell silent, "Welcome spell-weavers!", his voice rang throughout the hall. "I see some have come from a far off to aid our kingdom in it's time of need and for that, I'm eternally grateful." He smiled and gave a small bow. "In case you are wondering, the rumors of the southern temple are true. Very recently, we have lost all contact with them due to the appearance of some sort of barrier or dome that seems to have entrapped those within it's boundaries. I've sent my armies and no common tool or weapon can penetrate it's walls. It is beyond my abilities to help the southern temple." The room began to hum with murmurings. This barrier must be powerful to withstand something as powerful as the kings forceful assault. Nothing physical can penetrate it? Was it like hitting stone or some other substance when struck? When the king rose his hands for quiet, the magi fell silent once again. "My kingdom beseeches you! You, who have harnessed the power and wisdom of magic! He or she who is able to free the temple will, along with our eternal gratitude, be granted the position of royal court magistrate as well as the title of grand wizard of Lorelei!", after that being said the great hall filled with roars of confidence from the witches and wizards eager to prove their might.
The journey from the city of Lorelei to the northern temple border took either weeks or days depending on how they traveled. Some went on foot, others on horseback or carriage. Some even used their abilities to transport themselves to the southern temple, but Clara wanted to conserve her strength for the feat of breaching the barrier. She did not like the warm southern weather, it was sticky and the air was thick and soupy. Clara was more accustomed to the cold bitter climates of the north. She sighed feeling sweat on her brow as her and many others who had formed caravans had finally began to draw near to the barrier. Her eyes widened with a mixture of excitement and awe. What she saw, was what seemed to be a electric blue bubble reaching high into the heavens on the horizon. It grew bigger and bigger as they got closer. Cries of wonder and fear spread throughout the caravans, but it only encouraged Clara to eagerly push onward.
They continued on to the point where they were a couple hundred feet from the great opaque wall that separated them from the area known as the southern temple. Clara, now dressed for the warmer climate, had dismounted her horse to get a better look at the barrier without fear of her beast getting spooked. The bright blue wall seemed to pulsate with wild energy. It was so alien to many of the mages, that several of them simply stared at it. It wasn't long before they started murmuring amongst themselves about ways to approach it. These discussions soon grew into heated arguments until someone had finally had enough of it, and threw a ball of flame at the dome only for it to be absorbed into it. More and more elemental wizards and witches threw spells at it with no progress. Clara simply watched with hungry eyes to see if any of their efforts would make a difference. She was fully content with them wasting their energy.</s> |
<|description|>Lady Clara
Age: Appears to be in her early twenties but a lady never tells.
Profession: Witch~
History: Born in the north, Clara hails from the wintry mountains. She is known for being a gifted sorceress, but there are also many rumors that she is a twisted and evil woman who gave her heart to a demon bear for power. These rumors couldn't be proven even if anyone had dared to do so.
Appearance:</s>
<|message|>Alexander
Alexander smiled politely. The book he held was written in a dead language. It had taken him years to find it and he was still deciphering the whole thing. Everytime he read it gave him a deeper insight into how auras worked. After all, it was a book of theories. There wasn't actually any spells in it, but rather a description of rules and experiments on how auras work and why. It described how one might manipulate an aura with magic, but traditionally magic users have very rarely been able to manipulate someone elses aura. It did describe how one might tie two auras together, the consequences, and what one could gain. Intimate did not begin to describe it. Alexander had no intention of tying himself to this random, albeit powerful and pretty, woman. Not permanently. He had determined through this theory and his own knowledge of geomancy that a temporary version of the tie could be made.
"As I make the connection, our power will ignite and as the connection grows stronger, so will our power. Normal people would begin to feel each others emotions, and eventually all sensations as well as thought. That will not happen to us. Our tie will grow only to a certain point, where we might share strong emotions. After that we can move through the wall, hand in hand, and then when we seperate the tie will slowly unravel. But we must remain in contact with each other for the tie to grow to full strength, and while moving through the wall if we are seperated it could kill us."
Putting the book back he returned to her. "So, do you wish to do this?" Alexander smiled and took his cloak off, hanging it up. "Ah, yes. You wanted a display, to prove I can match your power." As he turned back he let his aura start to bleed through. Having seen it in a mirror with his eyes he knew that it looked like electricity dancing across his skin, but to those that can only sense it they would feel what he did now. The raw power that hummed underneath his skin, only a small amount was allowed to dance through the air. It was unfortunate that the humming was for him alone. But that electricity dancing all across his body was enough, Alexander could match her easily. Containing it took a small effort, and he wiped his forhead as sneakily as possible when he put his cloak back on. Everything had a cost, and power of that level had a cost he never felt like paying...Not anymore anyway.</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
Auras were strange things and their definition varied depending on the educator. Some scholars viewed auras as some kind of spiritual level, while others saw it as an after effect of study and practice in the arcane arts. To Clara, an aura was a type of residue from your very soul that mixed with your energy to make it distinctive and thoroughly connected to you as an individual. It wasn't simply a measurable amount of power, though many viewed it that way for it's concept was simple. Unlike Alexander, she didn't hide her aura but rather she wore it. Her aura wasn't anything unusual for someone with her talents, but it wasn't so weak that it couldn't be felt by those around her regardless of arcane knowledge.
With something as personal as her own aura, Clara didn't like the idea of sharing it with someone else. There were secrets that she would rather keep between her and those involved. She seemed to relax more when he explained the details of what would be their approach to tying their auras together. "So, feeling each other's emotions should be the most significant side effect?" When their conversation arrived at the amount of danger that was in their plan, she drummed her fingers on the side of her tea cup. It would make sense that the barrier could destroy them if their combined abilities were to divide prematurely. Then again, she liked the risks involved in achieving passage through the barrier.
"I couldn't be more sure." She replied confidently. The thrill of dying for a chance to understand mysteries that others wouldn't dare conceive, much less prove, was a simple choice for Clara. This wouldn't be the first time she appeared to be throwing caution to the wind. There were conditions that were worse than death.
When Alexander removed his cloak talking about his aura, she knew that she would see something few had witnessed from him. She felt the soft hum that seemed to exist within the room increase and decided to close her eyes. Clara leaned forward with her chin resting in her hands to allow herself concentration. To be able to physically see auras wasn't an ability Clara possessed, but she could sort of 'see' them when her eyes were closed. It worked much like how those without sight could see, her other senses would be able to build a mental image for her. The corner of her mouth twitched for a moment then spread into a breathless smile and chills raced over her body. A sort of vision of electric pulsating bands of energy surging and undulating at a fixed point that she knew to be Alexander's body could be perceived. She experienced a prickling sensation over her cool pale skin like what one would experience whenever lightning was about to trike. "Wonderful..." She whispered keeping her eyes closed to enjoy this brief moment. It was unlike anything she could have imagined someone to posses. An aura with such power that seemed to be brought back and forth from awareness effortlessly. It was simply amazing.
After several moments, her eyes snapped open showing an expression of giddy excitement and determination across her face. "When do we start?"</s>
<|message|>Alexander
Slightly giddy, like someone who had just felt the warmth of alcohol spread through their body, Alexander smiled. It was addicting, the level of power he had sealed within, and right now it pushed outward, like his body was stifling it. Release was all it wanted, and it fed him that incredible feeling for a little longer. Too bad he was made of stronger stuff than that. Experience had taught him that whenever you felt like this, it was generally because you had done something stupid, or were about to. The moment passed and though he still felt the residual warmth of power, it no longer reached out to entice him. Silently Alexander approached Clara.
"Immediately." Drawing a spell circle in the air between them was not as easy as he made it look. It required precision, control, and an intimate knowledge of what he was drawing. If Alexander attempted to draw part of the circle in the wrong order he would be unable to complete it, or worse it would mangle the spell and change it...often with disastrous results. It was for this reason Geomancy had been abandoned in the Southern Isles. Not practical in combat due to it's complexity and mental rigors, Runes were easier to draw, remember and even determine. Discovering a rune that would allow you to use a certain magical effect was simple, combining them was like writing. With proper grammer it was easy to create powerful spells. Memorize these and quickly one had become powerful. Or so it was for the lesser wizards. Each of the thirteen had discovered a way to become more than someone with pre-packaged spells. Alexander was no exception. He could draw these circles in combat, and the math that came with determining the shape of a spell was not beyond him, though it still took weeks to create a basic circle. This one was a shaping circle, and he gave it purpose through the runes he wrote in it, and around it.
As the circle came closer to completion both of their auras flared, recognizing the magic that attempted to control them. Alexander did not have time to manage his own aura, and it started pushing past his enchantments and wards. Holding his hand out, palm towards her in the middle of the circle he smiled, "Take my hand if you mean it." It was now or never. He could only hold this for so long before he would have to control his aura. Burning ozone. If it began to smell like that, this would have to stop.</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
Clara stood to get a better look as he began producing a spell circle in the air. His hand moved very fluidly, but she would hazard a guess that what he was doing wasn't easy. Such ability, she smiled watching the circle reach completion, but felt a very strange surge throughout her body and even her soul. With one hand up towards the center of the circle and the another facing her, Alexander spoke with a smile, "Take my hand if you mean it". He seemed to be thoroughly interested in this procedure as well. It was very possible that what was happening in this tent had never occurred before or if it did, it was unheard of in her land. Looking up at the now engaged circle then into his fiery daemonic eyes. Without a word, Clara's hand clapped into his. As soon as her hand made contact with his the circle hummed loudly and cracked with energy. The force she felt before was intensifying. Her free hand seemed to move up towards the circle of it's own accord and completing the loop that was being forged between them.
Her aura felt like it was struggling not only against her, but against everything else. She never bothered trying to restrain it throughout her time of being a sorceress, so it behaved like a feral beast that had been caged for the first time sense it had been brought into existence. Clara closed her eyes tightly having a very difficult time making sense of the sensations she was experiencing due to the nature of the spell. She tried to see the process much like how her perceived Alexander's aura when he un-masked it. Two forces that were fighting to break free against the bonds of the spell was all she could gather at this point. Her hand gripped his tightly more for stability than anything. How long will it rage? Her aura had never known structure but only instinct. Clara's abilities were not spawned from something as rigid and controlled as the magic that was forcing it to bend at the moment.
Though the whole experience was robbing her of her balance, but she refused to waiver under the forces of the spell. Slowly, she opened her eyes again. Above them something was swirling around the face of the circle but clearly not touching it. Their auras were becoming visible, which was something Clara had never seen before with her own eyes. The only reason she knew what she was looking at was due to the fact that she could feel the connection between her and her aura. It was now a vaporal substance wrapping it's self around what she knew had to be Alexander's. Her skin prickled as goose pimples formed up her arms. Then she looked back into Alexander's face with an excited expression. "Can you see this?" She asked, talking about the two manifestations swirling above them.</s>
<|message|>Alexander
Alexander found her aura started to form around him, but his eyes saw everything, despite her aura covering his body like a thick mist. He had forced their auras to become entwined. It was a fragile thing that required all of Alexander's concentration. That and their connection. He knew now, without a doubt, that holding this forced connection would be impossible if they didn't have physical contact. With physical contact he could strengthen the connection, and as a result multiply their power. This was very difficult. Alexander almost laughed when she spoke. He forgot that his aura did not normally take a form like this, like hers. She would not have seen it, but indeed bits of his aura danced up and down her. Then he looked up. Recognition was immediate. It had mentioned this phenomena. During this process any who watched could see the two auras combine like this, or so the theory had mentioned as a possiblie side effect. It was interesting to see them swirl together, back and forth. The book had said that if this happened they would quickly combine and become another color, depicting the process the two would go through. This did not happen above them. The two "auras" Twisted in and around each other, stretching out like a string. It grew longer and longer until the string snapped, and suddenly the auras were seperating, becoming their own entities once more.
"This is us. Not permanent, as I told you. Unfortunately it is difficult to maintain this...state of being. I would suggest that we go now and you cast your spell that we may move through the dome." Alexander smiled, feeling suddenly elated. It was her feeling. This was exciting to her, and indeed he felt the same. If it weren't that he was trying so hard to concentrate...no, that would have to wait for later. "You will have to guide me. I cannot really see far through your aura and I do not have the concentration to spare to find the wall with my senses. Of course, since we'll be holding hands the whole time, that shouldn't be an issue." Alexander just hoped that his concentration would help her. After all, if he was affected by her aura in this way, and felt her emotions, he imagined his aura might make magic more difficult for her to control. It was very excitable, another reason he did his best to keep it sealed away like he did.
Do not fear the storm children. It cannot harm us. One of the great wizards is here. There are only thirteen who claim his title. The rain will fall but there will be no lightning. The wind will blow nothing away but the storm, and the waves will only wet the sand.</s>
| <|message|>Lady Clara
Clara simply nodded keeping an almost uncomfortably tight grip on Alexander's hand. Her heart was thumping hard within her chest and a swirl of excitement raged through her mind. With her and Alexander's auras linked, she could hear a rhythmic hum, like a mantra of concentration in the back of her mind, but that was the least of her concerns right know. Alexander's aura flowed through her like a powerful waves of water, but also prickled with quick shots of energy. This alone was very dangerous. There was a new and terrifyingly strong power being shared with her. It was exotic and quick to react. Clara had to guide him by the hand while keeping herself somewhat composed in order to control her abilities. Her gaze went to the teacup left resting on the table. Why she looked at it was anyone's guess, but she quickly saw that this act was a mistake. Allowing her eyes to focus on something for too long wasn't a good idea. There was a low hum and it shattered within an instant. Too much energy ran through her at the moment.
They stepped out of the tent and she managed to keep her eyes down at the ground. Though she was still excited, she ran her own mantra through her mind in order to keep herself together enough to reach the barrier and cast her spell. Oddly enough, the mantra was more like a nursery rhyme or a old folk tale. It was recited often by the women who lived near the northern wilds.
There once was a bear as old as old
For many many stories were told
The beast had great eyes of gold
It waited for a hero bold
The years had past one by one
and no such hero ever come
pass on the song to young an old
for fear of the bear with eyes of gold
The melody seemed to keep her focused while they walked among the dirt paths and bits of brush to get to the barrier. She only looked up to see the great mass of blue that hummed intimidatingly. Taking a deep breath, she decided to start her spell. Clara straightened up and stepped them both closer to the barrier. They were so close that bits of energy arced between them and the barrier. It was like the dome was greedily waiting for them to get too close in order for it to engulf them. With her free hand held high, she breathed some words low and under her breath. The volume of her voice wasn't what gave the spell it's strength but rather the determination and concentration of the caster. Her giddy excitement seemed to disappear while she did this. The air around their skin felt stuffy for a moment, then her free hand clinched tightly into a fist. The spell was to give them flesh as stone, but the combined energy of their auras made the material stronger and bright like crystal. Their shimmery exterior also glowed with energy. "Go!" She spoke pulling them both into the face of the barrier. The dome let out a loud crack then a loud but low sounding hum.</s> |
<|description|>Lady Clara
Age: Appears to be in her early twenties but a lady never tells.
Profession: Witch~
History: Born in the north, Clara hails from the wintry mountains. She is known for being a gifted sorceress, but there are also many rumors that she is a twisted and evil woman who gave her heart to a demon bear for power. These rumors couldn't be proven even if anyone had dared to do so.
Appearance:</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
One hand held Alexander's and the other held a death grip over her protection spell. In a normal casting situation, the spell would hold for a brief period then fade. Clara couldn't afford for that to happen. Once she felt the spell weaken, she would cast it again keeping the spell in a continuous loop of protection. This excessive spell-work would have been a very poor decision if the situation were different. A continuous looping of spells could drain a person in a matter of minutes, but Clara had her powers combined with Alexander's, which allowed her to continue this dangerous process. Sadly, their shared candle was burning at both ends. The barrier was eating away at her energy filled protection spell and she was burning up energy in order to keep it in a loop.
The first strike made her cry out in pain. It had attacked them. It was not a reaction she had thought about. She had theorized that the barrier would simply try to eat away at them like some sort of acidic substance, but for it to strike them like that. It was almost like the dome had a form of consciousness. Her spell obviously could not block energy bolts very well. It was a feeling of white hot fire racing over them but not quite touching the flesh. That showed that her spell was still working properly.
Her mind cried out and her heart quivered, but she stood stubbornly against the attacks like on old tree weathering a horrible storm. Clara's lip withstood a hard bite from it's master then she repeated the incantation in shaky voice. Without it, they would be eaten alive by the barrier. More strikes came and each one seemed to pull away at her mind and body. She couldn't think, her arms felt like molten stubs of mutated flesh. She couldn't feel Alexander's hand in hers, but she could feel their connection still pulsating through them. Breathing deeply, she focused all her efforts to keep moving forward and continue to loop the spell, but fatigue was getting the best of her. Clara's voice grew weaker and weaker to the point were she seemed to whisper the spell like a sad attempt at a prayer to whatever deity could hear her.
The young mage's body felt like it endured some physical blows as well, but at that point, she felt rather numb. Clara's legs felt like wet leaves but somehow they continued to press onward almost like they no longer needed directions from her mind. Parts of her cried for her to stop, tried reasoning with her. They would live if they turned around, stop fighting this. It hurts. It hurts. Thankfully, she ignored those cries and bit her lip again with a sick grin spreading across her tortured face. The pain would eventually go away either when they successfully reach the other side of the barrier or it would end in their death. Quitting seemed like a ridiculous solution. This thought seemed to calm the voices and give her a better reason to push on.
It took Clara several minutes to realize that they had passed through. Her lips moved weak and wordlessly with incantations, while her free hand bled from her nails embedding themselves into her palm. She couldn't feel her crying body, but could only feel the torturous throbbing of her mind like a thunderous pulse. Trails of tears begun to dry on her cheeks though had wasn't aware of ever shedding them. It must have been a result of the pain they had endured. That's right, Alexander was with her. Unable to open her eyes, she felt him lean against her. His body, like hers was cold and sweaty with fatigue. They both seemed to sink to the ground, but continued to hold hands. At that point, Clara was so numb she wasn't sure she even had the ability to loosen her grip.</s>
<|message|>Alexander
Alexander realized suddenly that they were sitting awkwardly. It was almost comical, two powerful spellcasters sitting together like school-children. The worst part was that he was leaning on her. She didn't seem to mind it, but it bothered him. Alexander was supposed to be an all powerful wizard, yet sealing away his aura left him only the small amount of energy required to perform geomancy...This was more power than he had used in a long time and it had him drained mentally. Physically he was recovering quickly, since his first seal was still undone. Her numbness flooded through their connection to him. It was like he felt nothing. Desperately, so desperately he wanted to feel something. Of all creatures it was humans that desired this the strongest, the desire for closeness, yet they all too often pushed their own kind away.
Without thinking Alexander sat on the ground next to her and pulled her to lean against him, moving his arm over her head and around her so that they still held hands, but not in an awkward position. Resting his arm against her stomach he squeezed her hand gently, letting her know that it was over. They could relax and recover now. "Go to sleep." Alexander whispered against her ear, as if it was completely normal. Exhaustion came over him in waves, but staying awake was simple. He would not have any trouble with that. Many years of practice had allowed him to develop the ability to stay awake for days at a time while preforming essential research or even during travel. This was no different. Alexander would be able to stay awake for hours while she slept. Then she could watch over him.
As the numbness wore off and she drifted into sleep Alexander realized just how much she leaned on him. The position he had put them in, left her in his embrace. It had seemed so natural, and even now their connection made it seem that way. Yet he realized it was a first for him, that it wasn't normal. Alexander could only imagine how strange that would've felt, even with their connection, if they hadn't been tired. Hopefully she wouldn't be too upset with the stranger that embraced her when she woke up. Knowing he should take this time to analyze their surroundings but not wanting to wake her Alexander looked around slowly, trying to be as still as possible. This was not the temple. This was not even their realm. Alexander did not want to think about this now. After they were both rested they could figure out this...whatever it was.</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
There was an odd sense of rolling, no, she was being moved. In her state of extreme fatigue, she really didn't care. A gentle squeeze and a whisper caressed her weary mind. It was over, and now she could rest. Those kind words seemed to echo over and over while she slipped away into a state of dreaming. It was always strange how even though a person could be exhausted in every sense of the word, yet the mind was always stirring with dreams when sleep came.
There was a soft chatter of women and men. They were all enjoying the first day of the spring season. Spring in the northern country wasn't very warm but the sun was at least attempting to melt the thick ice and snow. Children, who had spent too much time holed up within their homes, were running in almost every direction. "I know you're excited little ones, but don't venture into the woods. We aren't the only ones enjoying the better weather." warned an old woman. The children simply ignored her and continued with their games. One of the children, a small girl stopped running and pointed towards the woods. "What is that?" Something strange could be heard from the woods. It was a low hissing noise that blended with the sounds of rushing wind. Then someone cried, "Take shelter, no enter your homes! Quickly!" Several of the villagers scooped up their young and began their retreat. All the doors slammed shut and windows locked. Mist filled the valley and all was silent.
It took several hours for the mist to lift and even longer for the people to feel safe to venture out from their homes. "We were spared it seems. That was no normal mist." spoke one villager looking around as if something could jump out at any moment. The same woman that warned the children came out and wrung her apron nervously. "Did any of you see a little girl? Dark raven hair? Please tell me you took her inside!" The other adults froze. "We saw no such child."
The woman fell to her knees and began to sob. "Everyone, look for signs of a struggle or tracks. Help this woman!"
They searched for weeks but the child was never found.
Clara could feel something warm holding her. Her eyes opened with blurred vision. She almost jerked, but thankfully she already had an idea what was so close to her. Glancing sideways, she saw parts of Alexander's shoulder and arm. They were alive and appeared to have suffered minor physical damage. She raised her head and looked up into his face then down at the way they were sitting together. "Well, this is..surprisingly comfortable." She joked stretching her legs. Her bright eyes darted all around them. "Where are we? How long was I unconscious?" This wasn't the southern temple. Everything about the place felt very strange.</s>
<|message|>Alexander
From what he could tell it wasn't one of the many realms of demons and or gods. At least, any of those he had read of. If they did exist, these other realms would be so many that it would be impossible for a mortal to know of all of them. Even an immortal, which he knew did exist, would probably not know of all the realms that possibly existed. This one...if it was the realm of some god then it was perfect. A utopia with fauna of all sorts, from what he could tell. It felt perfect, even from here. Alexander cast his senses forward to confirm it. Indeed it felt amazing. Demons would not want to inhabit a realm like this, it would make it's inhabitants too happy. There was the question of how large this realm was, or if he could only sense the portion the wall surrounded. Alexander couldn't possibly tell.
When she woke it took some control to not move away and pretend that he had not been supporting her the whole time. Alexander looked away to hide his face as she looked him over. When he no longer felt he was blushing he looked back at her. "Four or five hours. It's hard to tell here. I have no idea where we are, it doesn't seem to be...anywhere that I've come across in my research." But then, Alexander was not that old. Not like many of the Wizards of the Southern Isles. No, he was only 31. Rather young for someone in his position.
Blinking away the exhaustion that threatened to consume him he tried to focus on her. That seemed to help a little. Hopefully she couldn't tell how tired he was. More importantly Alexander hoped she didn't realize that he was focusing on her to avoid falling asleep. Distractions, distractions. Looking into her eyes was like staring at Gold. It was bright, and seemed to shield her from someone peering into her soul. Her black hair was a little messed up because of their traveling through the barrier and then her short sleep. Alexander expected she would want to wash when they had the chance, and in this realm it seemed water would not be hard to find. Food too, was probably not that hard to find, though predators usually followed.
"How did you sleep?" At one point Clara had been shaking slightly. It was barely noticable, but whatever she had dreamed of...Well, his connection with her did help. He could tell that it was a strange dream, but not why it bothered her or what it was about. Alexander realized then that they were still in contact, which was why the connection was still strong, but it had not grown stronger, and he suspected that it would begin to unravel as planned when they seperated. For now he did not want to fight it but hold on. It may yet prove useful. Thankfully he did not have to focus on it to control it. Especially since only the necessary portion of his aura was available to it and them.</s>
| <|message|>Lady Clara
Seeing he too was not sure where they were, she sighed through her nose for a moment. The area appeared to be quite peaceful and bountiful. The air was normal if not more pleasant to take in. Parts of her yearned to explore it. To roam about it and discover it's secrets. "Such an odd place." She mused then felt her hand twitch within his, which caused her to look back into his face. There were vague memories of him before she slept. His gentle hand moving her to fit nicely in his arms, then his warm but weary breath on her ear telling her to rest. This made her eyebrows raise and a grin spread over her mouth. Such kindness towards a stranger. Thinking back, she wondered how odd it would have been to see two strangers randomly meeting and agreeing to bond themselves in order to see the unknown. It seemed insane yet, she had done crazy things before.
He asked her how well she slept and Clara chuckled, brushing hair out from her face with her free hand. "As well as one can after our ordeal." Her dreams were something she didn't like to share. Then again, she wasn't used to having someone by her side for this long. Companions for someone like her were in very short supply. Who would be interested in helping a sorceress with her so called 'reputation'. Much that was known of her didn't speak well. Her dark abilities and her place of residence were enough to scare off most. Clara's homeland was one of a cold and harsh climate which didn't entice many to come visit. The solitude was something she rather enjoyed, but of course a lady wouldn't mind the comfort of the palace. The title would be an interesting addition as well. She would also be granted access to materials that would otherwise be difficult to acquire on her own.
Her bright, but oddly solid looking eyes surveyed her companion. Though he seemed to be putting on a face of contentment, she wondered if he slept as she did. His eyes spoke differently. Though exotic and other-worldly, they showed that he was indeed fatigued. Alexander's unusual eyes had the look of fire before, but now seemed to have dimmed. "Did you not rest?" she asked while continuing to watch him with a grin. He must have been watching their surroundings while she was resting and for that, she was thankful. "Do wizards of the southern isles sleep at all?" Clara joked while scooting away from him a little more. She looked at their joined hands still feeling his and her auras pulsating in unison. Was it safe to separate now? They had accomplished the task by traveling through the wall, so the need for them to remain linked was no longer there. If Alexander had been awake this whole time, he could have separated from them as soon as they successfully crossed over, but he didn't. The grin widened slightly as she thought it out. Did he enjoy being so close to such a strange women as herself? This made her chuckle once again. "Shall we separate or should we remain like conjoined twins??" It was funny how she could joke like this while they both sat in a strange unknown land and had almost gotten annihilated.</s> |
<|description|>Lady Clara
Age: Appears to be in her early twenties but a lady never tells.
Profession: Witch~
History: Born in the north, Clara hails from the wintry mountains. She is known for being a gifted sorceress, but there are also many rumors that she is a twisted and evil woman who gave her heart to a demon bear for power. These rumors couldn't be proven even if anyone had dared to do so.
Appearance:</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
Seeing he too was not sure where they were, she sighed through her nose for a moment. The area appeared to be quite peaceful and bountiful. The air was normal if not more pleasant to take in. Parts of her yearned to explore it. To roam about it and discover it's secrets. "Such an odd place." She mused then felt her hand twitch within his, which caused her to look back into his face. There were vague memories of him before she slept. His gentle hand moving her to fit nicely in his arms, then his warm but weary breath on her ear telling her to rest. This made her eyebrows raise and a grin spread over her mouth. Such kindness towards a stranger. Thinking back, she wondered how odd it would have been to see two strangers randomly meeting and agreeing to bond themselves in order to see the unknown. It seemed insane yet, she had done crazy things before.
He asked her how well she slept and Clara chuckled, brushing hair out from her face with her free hand. "As well as one can after our ordeal." Her dreams were something she didn't like to share. Then again, she wasn't used to having someone by her side for this long. Companions for someone like her were in very short supply. Who would be interested in helping a sorceress with her so called 'reputation'. Much that was known of her didn't speak well. Her dark abilities and her place of residence were enough to scare off most. Clara's homeland was one of a cold and harsh climate which didn't entice many to come visit. The solitude was something she rather enjoyed, but of course a lady wouldn't mind the comfort of the palace. The title would be an interesting addition as well. She would also be granted access to materials that would otherwise be difficult to acquire on her own.
Her bright, but oddly solid looking eyes surveyed her companion. Though he seemed to be putting on a face of contentment, she wondered if he slept as she did. His eyes spoke differently. Though exotic and other-worldly, they showed that he was indeed fatigued. Alexander's unusual eyes had the look of fire before, but now seemed to have dimmed. "Did you not rest?" she asked while continuing to watch him with a grin. He must have been watching their surroundings while she was resting and for that, she was thankful. "Do wizards of the southern isles sleep at all?" Clara joked while scooting away from him a little more. She looked at their joined hands still feeling his and her auras pulsating in unison. Was it safe to separate now? They had accomplished the task by traveling through the wall, so the need for them to remain linked was no longer there. If Alexander had been awake this whole time, he could have separated from them as soon as they successfully crossed over, but he didn't. The grin widened slightly as she thought it out. Did he enjoy being so close to such a strange women as herself? This made her chuckle once again. "Shall we separate or should we remain like conjoined twins??" It was funny how she could joke like this while they both sat in a strange unknown land and had almost gotten annihilated.</s>
<|message|>Alexander
Smiling at her joke he responded, "No. You were tired, and someone had to keep watch. This place may appear to be a paradise, but at the very least, whomever put that dome in place may have come for us." Not that it would've mattered anyway. She had been exhausted and so had he. Even releasing his aura completely, Alexander knew the price for survival might've been too high. Thankfully nobody came. Alexander let go of her hand and leaned back so that he was lying on the ground. The soft grass muted the hard ground against his back and his exhaustion made it easy to ignore. "It felt right to hold on" to you. He didn't say that. Alexander wasn't ready to think about that part, instead he chalked it up to being part of the connection. It probably did help push him in her direction. "I don't suppose that it matters too much. Do you want to?" Letting go didn't seem to have any immediate effects. Close proximity combined with a strong connection...It would be a short while before the connection started to unravel, though he had delayed the effect.
His eyes were heavy and it was hard to pay attention to what she was saying. At this point Alexander wasn't sure she was talking at all. Still he stared at her as his eyelids dipped lower, trying not to ignore her. His hand he left outstretched and open, in case she decided to reconnect with him. It would be her decision. Sleep finally caught him and his head rolled gently to rest on the grass, soft against his cheek. Alexander hoped with his last waking thoughts for dreamless sleep. There was no need to dream of things that had long since passed.
The storm buffeted him and the buildings around him, stripping skin from his face and arms as it tore the walls off houses. But there he stayed, the last hope for thousands who could not flee. His aura did not protect him, as he used it all casting a spell. The great wizard was known for his ability to use runes together, in combinations longer and greater than ever before. As the storm threatened to tear him and his city apart he drew a rune on every building that housed a person with his mind. Aura fading, the great wizard lowered his arms and stood until he blew away in the wind, dust to dust.
It had been a long time since he had dreamed of his teacher. But lately his thoughts had strayed more and more to the man that had taught him the basics of magic, before becoming one of the greats. Alexander had followed in those footsteps, though he had done it in a way his teacher would not have approved. Now he used a magic that was his alone in order to hide what he had done. There was no reason to use large amounts of power when complicated magic could take it's place. Unlike the other Wizards of the Southern Isles, Alexander did not take on many jobs. He took only the jobs that required both incredible detail and power. He substituted power for time and magical research. Geomancy gave him this ability.
He opened his eyes slowly, wondering how it could be true. The boy Alexander would not let him free so easily. Senses coming to him, and suddenly he knew. It wasn't time, they weren't ready. Stronger than before, but not enough to defeat him. Alexander must have made a mistake. He sat up slowly, feeling this body and enjoying it. Truly enjoying it. His aura was weak, sealed away and there was no way to undo it now. Something else. Turning his head towards her he grinned broadly. They had connected, though it didn't feel permanent. How interesting. Was she important to him? The eyes that were once demonic and catlike in appearance now seemed normal, though the bright yellow iris' that betrayed both his presence and his power were the only thing that gave him away. Nobody would recognize his sign anymore anyway. It had been too long.
"It is always nice to have a beautiful companion. I hope you don't mind me asking your name, Alexander doesn't really play well with others."</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
Feeling the warmth of his hand leaving hers, she watched him lay down and rest. Many wizards disliked sleep. Some believed that it made them vulnerable in a spiritual since. Others with a more obvious mind set worried that they left their bodies open for attack. Even Clara was not fond of resting unless she had prepared some form of defense. Her golden eyes went over Alexander's resting body several times. The hand that held hers for what seemed like ages lie palm up towards her. It looked like such an innocent gesture, but Clara didn't take his hand again. Instead she continued to look around him. It was odd to see such a powerful wizard sleeping like he was, but it also showed he was human. This was a relief to her. It was always easier to believe that those of power were indestructible beings incapable of doing wrong. Seeing them vulnerable helped banish those idiotic ideas.
Clara winced feeling a stinging sensation in her other hand. Her palm was bleeding again. She looked down to see it had scabbed over some but moving it caused the wound to open. Sighing through her nose she studied the scabs curiously. Healing magic wasn't her strong suit and her energy was too low to even attempt it. Instead, she chose to wrap it by tearing part of her clothes. For the journey to the barrier, Clara had worn a travel tunic that reached down to the mid thigh and under that some travel pants and boots. Her tunic once had sleeves, but she quickly removed them after suffering the heat of the southern climate. She ripped part of the end of her tunic and began to cover her hand that best she could. Thankfully the wound was a small one. Many animals had an excellent sense of smell, thus a bleeding wound would easily make someone a target for hungry beasts.
While she was crudely dressing her small wound, she was humming the same song she used as a mantra for concentration. It was a simple melody and held some importance to her. "old as old" She sang softly while finishing up her work. Then she saw Alexander move. Something, maybe her connection with him, or her gut told her something was different. Hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she stared at him looking almost like a spooked animal watching whatever disturbed them. He spoke to her. Her eyes went over him several times. There was one physical difference to Alexander, and that was his eyes. He asked her name. Curiosity boiled up within her causing her to smirk and tilt her head slightly at him. This was an interesting twist. What secret had just been revealed to her?
"Thank you.." She breathed smiling pleasantly. "Didn't he tell you my name? Or do you two not exchange in conversation often?" It wasn't often that someone was greeted by some one they've met before like they haven't met before. Did something else reside within Alexander? Or, was he broken like many witch or wizard who dabbled too closely with a maddening substance. It was anyone's guess at this point and that made it all the more exciting.</s>
<|message|>Alexander
"A smart companion. How nice. It is refreshing to see young people finding companions with personality and not just using them for their body." At this he looked her over pointedly, suggesting that she was Alexander's lover. "Alexander did not deign to tell me your name, since he refuses to talk to me at all. It's rather rude of him. But then, I cannot say I blame him. Ever since our last arguement he slammed that door shut, you could say." He could feel her aura, weak like his. That boy Alexander could have used more power. Should have. Now he left them both vulnerable. Sometimes being too cautious had it's price. He pushed a compulsion through their connection. It wasn't strong. He didn't think it would have to be. With her aura being weak and the connection allowing him to bypass natural defenses the compulsion should come on strong. It would probably work. The biggest problem is that it only encouraged her to do things she already wanted to do. That meant that if she didn't like being close to Alexander she wouldn't get close...if she did it might help push her closer. This would be good for him. For now he had it disguised as a desire for Alexander to return to this body. Simple enough. It would cut his time short though.
Alexander felt it. A small pull. The water felt nice. It would be good to go to sleep here and let his head soak...He laughed in this dream. Alexander would not fall for this. Standing up in the pool he looked over at the shore. A person stood there. She was beautiful. Powerful. But she was not complete. He could not entice Alexander with a woman whose name he didn't know. But if that man could learn her name Alexander would have a much harder time leaving. Or so he thought. Alexander shook his head, not wanting to find out either way. He had to leave. Find his way back up to the surface while the other was still weak and seal him away.
"It's fine. You can tell me your name the next time we meet." He looked her in the eyes, his yellow eyes flashing like lightning. This was a promise to her. They would meet again, and when they did he expected her to tell him his name. Hopefully he could see her at full strength when that time came. Having a lover is nice, but having a powerful lover made everything better. He moved closer to her, attempting to sit next to her. "Until then, darling."
Alexander's eyes changed back to the demonic slits that they normally were as electricity danced up and down his body for a few seconds. The other had relinquished control willingly. That was bad, but all he could do was break this connection with her and seal him completely. His only answer. Then Alexander realized that he was sitting close to her. Earlier she had moved away from him. Somehow he doubted she moved closer. What had he said to her? Did he tell her the truth? No. He wouldn't. How did he try to manipulate her, get her to tell him her name? Somehow Alexander didn't think she said anything. For now he would let her speak first, rather than cause himself more trouble.</s>
| <|message|>Lady Clara
Hearing the other insinuate that she was a sexual play thing made her laugh. This assumption was not uncommon to her. She was nice to look upon, which could either lead people to do foolish things or it could lead people to assume she was some sort of evil fleshy sorceress. Either way, it didn't matter to her. If someone where to fall for her looks and do something foolish that was their decision. If someone was to write her off as some beautiful demoness that should be avoided, that was good as well. It would leave her with less annoying people to deal with.
Alexander obviously didn't like communicating with his other. There had to be a reason for this. Such an interesting puzzle. Was it worth solving? Usually, Clara didn't like peering into the personal lived of others. This was simply because she did not like that sort of treatment from others, but she very rarely had people nosing into her business.
The other moved closer to her, but she didn't move away. She didn't have any energy to repel him with magic at the moment which meant if things got bad she would have to resort to a physical retaliation. The others eyes looked into her golden ones and she continued to smirk at him. If he wanted her dead, she would be. He wanted something else. This curious behavior. Was this how demons worked? She read about demons getting what they wanted through trickery and manipulation. This would also explain Alexander's peculiar eyes.
Alexander's body sparked with little jolts of energy then his eyes returned to their usual demonic appearance. He seemed shocked at his upright position. Clara continued to smile at him trying not to sound amused at his confusion. The whole situation left her with wild curiosity coursing through her mind. Should she pry? Will he tell her? Why would he? She is a stranger. Just a travel companion. Then again, they both almost died earlier. Perhaps that would be enough for someone to feel comfortable with divulging secrets. She thought about the situation in reverse for a moment. Would she tell him her secrets even after what they have been through? Probably not. There was a silence that seemed to last for quite some time before Clara spoke. "You called me darling." She chuckled unable to contain her amusement.</s> |
<|description|>Alexander
Age: Depends on how he is feeling that day, since he tells everyone something different. Appears to be in his early thirties.
Profession: Wizard
History: Born in the southern isles, Alexander is from the chaotic city of Erumai. Magic in the southern isles differs greatly from elsewhere, being more of a science than an art form, but Erumai is a trade city, and all manner of beings find their way there. Far from home he is mostly unknown, though tales of magic and demons surround him wherever he goes.
Appearance:</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
The Spell-weaver competition:
Many witches and wizards from across the kingdom were gathering around castle Lorelei. Some were showing off by juggling fire balls or making themselves disappear and re-appear a few feet away, but others had their eyes set on the castle. Among the swaths of people was a young woman dawned in a long gown with black feathers streaming from her shoulders down the back and on to the foot of her dress. This was Lady Clara and many moved out of her way as she strode towards the doors. Her eyes were golden and wild looking as was her dark hair that seemed to blend into the black feathers once it reached her shoulders. No one accompanied her or seemed to be protecting her, but many cleared a path for her. The woman emitted an odd aura like a cold chill in the middle of a summer day. It was an eerie presence that would cause most to experience their hair standing up on end.
She smirked at the guards as they opened the large double doors to allow her entry. "LADY CLARA OF THE WINTER WILLLLDDDDSSS" Bellowed a man at the entrance of the great hall. It was a long corridor where the king and court sat at the far end. By the time Clara arrived, the room was half full. The competition didn't seem to bother her though. Her eyes searched greedily for the king and once she spotted him she bowed graciously.
"I thought you would come Lady Clara. It does my heart good to see so many gifted magi willing to help our kingdom."
Clara and the king both knew very well that the only reason so many have gathered was for fame and fortune, but the king was a kind man and liked to coat the whole affair with an air of generosity rather than greed. "It is an honor my king.", she smiled making her face look more wild and menacing.
She stood as closely as she could to the royal court and didn't speak to anyone, not that anyone other than the king was willing to speak to her. Too many rumors buzzed about of her dark magic and dangerous methods to allow others to feel comfortable talking to her. Those who held titles of heroism and strength rivaling hers didn't wish to be associated with her either. There was no room for socialization though, she was too preoccupied with the task at hand. There were rumors of a temple trapped in a magical dome, but other than that there weren't many details on the matter.</s>
<|message|>Alexander
The city of Lorelei felt empty to Alexander. Compared to his home city Erumai, where walking down the street was like swimming through hundreds at almost any time of day, anyway. There was less people on the street than what was usual though, because many where at the castle or heading to the castle to see the gathered spellcasters. Pulling his hood up to keep out the chill Alexander made his way to the castle that loomed up before him. Despite his feelings it was not a small city, in fact Lorelei was far larger than the other cities in the area. As he found himself coming closer and closer to the castle he felt more eyes passing over him. Alexander knew what they were saying. He was a sight to see in his thin cloak he had brought from the southern isles. Covered in runes from his homeland it was all he needed to keep the cold away, so he had never bought any of the thicker clothing up here. No, everything he wore underneath the cloak was silk-good summer cloathing.
Gathered before the castle were a large number of lesser beings. They attempted to awe people with their meager power, or somehow convince the guard that they too should be let in and hear the kings challenge. After the announcement, though many would try to keep it to themselves, rumors will spread like wildfire and many of these weaklings would attempt to follow. If this challenge was anything like he hoped it to be, Alexander knew that they would die, as would many of the stronger witches and wizards that were here. The path to the double doors opened up before him as if he was some daemon. The small displays of magic were stopped and all eyes followed the strangley cloaked man from afar.
"Lord Alexander, Magus Primus of Erumai, Wizard of the Southern Isles!" The guard yelled as he opened the doors. It had taken him several tries to say the whole thing correctly and only then had Alexander let the guard announce him. On each side of the corridor there were many witches and wizards here. These ones had more power to them than those outside and the their auras made the room sound like it had a large fireplace. Alexander almost smiled to himself, he kept control of his aura and made himself seem powerless-as was the practice of all Wizards of the Southern Isles. A rare title, with only 13 living claiming it at any one time, it was awarded on experience and skill more often than power, though every few generations a Magus would claim the title through sheer power.
"It is an honor to have someone from the southern isles offer help, Alexander d'Erumai. I must say that I am a little suprised and incredibly happy."
Alexander smiled and inclined his head to the king. He was here for himself and did not represent the Southern isles, though the king knew that. "I am glad to help." After pulling his hood down he faced the masses and scanned over them, attempting to look each of them in the eyes. Gasps echoed throughout as they saw his eyes-demon eyes.
He had moved off to the side, though many stared at him still. There was one other that had seemed to be alone by the court. She was wearing a pretty gown that was ruined by the black feathers that trailed down it. The effect was enough to intimidate the many though. Or was there something more to her, that so many would fear her? Alexander smiled as he stood next to her. The talk of the hall was no longer centered on the task at hand, which was annoying as he had no idea what it was. Alexander had not paid any attention to the rumors, knowing that the King himself would tell them the problem.</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
Clara glanced sideways at the figure who now stood by her side. She saw the odd warm weather clothes he had sported, but quickly saw the runes. It made sense now why he didn't seem uncomfortable. Her eyebrows raised slightly. So this was the famed wizard of the southern isles. His name and his tales even reached her ears up in the northern wilderness that she called home. Then again, a wizard of such ability was bound to have tales and rumors spread throughout the land.
After more people arrived and settled into the crowd, the king stood. The room fell silent, "Welcome spell-weavers!", his voice rang throughout the hall. "I see some have come from a far off to aid our kingdom in it's time of need and for that, I'm eternally grateful." He smiled and gave a small bow. "In case you are wondering, the rumors of the southern temple are true. Very recently, we have lost all contact with them due to the appearance of some sort of barrier or dome that seems to have entrapped those within it's boundaries. I've sent my armies and no common tool or weapon can penetrate it's walls. It is beyond my abilities to help the southern temple." The room began to hum with murmurings. This barrier must be powerful to withstand something as powerful as the kings forceful assault. Nothing physical can penetrate it? Was it like hitting stone or some other substance when struck? When the king rose his hands for quiet, the magi fell silent once again. "My kingdom beseeches you! You, who have harnessed the power and wisdom of magic! He or she who is able to free the temple will, along with our eternal gratitude, be granted the position of royal court magistrate as well as the title of grand wizard of Lorelei!", after that being said the great hall filled with roars of confidence from the witches and wizards eager to prove their might.
The journey from the city of Lorelei to the northern temple border took either weeks or days depending on how they traveled. Some went on foot, others on horseback or carriage. Some even used their abilities to transport themselves to the southern temple, but Clara wanted to conserve her strength for the feat of breaching the barrier. She did not like the warm southern weather, it was sticky and the air was thick and soupy. Clara was more accustomed to the cold bitter climates of the north. She sighed feeling sweat on her brow as her and many others who had formed caravans had finally began to draw near to the barrier. Her eyes widened with a mixture of excitement and awe. What she saw, was what seemed to be a electric blue bubble reaching high into the heavens on the horizon. It grew bigger and bigger as they got closer. Cries of wonder and fear spread throughout the caravans, but it only encouraged Clara to eagerly push onward.
They continued on to the point where they were a couple hundred feet from the great opaque wall that separated them from the area known as the southern temple. Clara, now dressed for the warmer climate, had dismounted her horse to get a better look at the barrier without fear of her beast getting spooked. The bright blue wall seemed to pulsate with wild energy. It was so alien to many of the mages, that several of them simply stared at it. It wasn't long before they started murmuring amongst themselves about ways to approach it. These discussions soon grew into heated arguments until someone had finally had enough of it, and threw a ball of flame at the dome only for it to be absorbed into it. More and more elemental wizards and witches threw spells at it with no progress. Clara simply watched with hungry eyes to see if any of their efforts would make a difference. She was fully content with them wasting their energy.</s>
| <|message|>Alexander
As the king spoke Alexander resisted the urge to laugh at all of them. This task would prove impossible to many, since they thought that most forms of energy were not physical. Though it was true that a rock could be stopped by a barrier but fire might not, if the barrier truly stopped all physical attacks then fire would be no more effective. A barrier of that size and power though, Alexander couldn't help but wonder who had created it and why? He shook his head slightly. Not having seen it or tested it, there was no point in getting all worked up. All these questions and more could be answered upon arrival and no sooner. A position he didn't want, though the title never hurt. The roar that filled the hall irked him. All of these mages were like children still, unable to contain their excitement around others. Another proof they would fail. The ability to control one's emotions was directly linked to their ability to control magic.
He briefly considered using magic to travel to the temple and beginning his study, but reconsidered. Even if he did so it would tire him, and so many others would do the same. They would see his magic, though many would fail to understand the complex castings from the southern isles. A few may have studied it and may be able to interpret his runes though, and that could cause problems. Better to arrive late and see their progress. Walking to the temple took some time, and the temperate air blew through his robes unencumbered. The runes stopped the chill and the extreme heat, but this air was not warm compared to his native land. It felt nice. Alexander could tell by the road he traveled on that this land had not suffered, it was wealthy too. He wondered during his travel how a land could grow large and wealthy without developing a system as they had. A good question for a book he might write. Thoughts of writing and ruling disappeared as he saw the barrier. Powerful indeed. This dome felt to him as if it had been placed on this temple from above by a God or something else. But Alexander shook that depressing thought, there were plenty of ways an entity could manage something like this that didn't require them all to fail and possibly get obliterated. As he grew closer and closer he couldn't help but hear the dismay as many realized the difficulty of the task at hand. So many would leave on the first day, some without trying, some without failing. Time would tell.
Finally the mass was close to the wall. Being rather late compared to many, Alexander noted that many elementalists cast their magics on the wall to no effect. The dome seemed to absorb their power. It made sense, if some lesser being had created the barrier and used physical energy to power it they could maintain it easily. Or they could have some sort of trap set up to use all that energy it gathered. Caution, not fear, would be his motive. After all, he was mortal.
Alexander had almost given up watching when suddenly a wizard stepped up from the group that had been watching. His aura was alive like a fire, though it was not tangible yet. Looking at the aura instead of just feeling it he saw it for what it was. An actual fire, reaching almost ten feet in height. This wizard was far stronger than those who wasted their power first. Alexander couldn't wait to see how the barrier reacted to so much power. The air sizzled and the area seemed to heat up as the wizard ignited his aura, making it into a tangible fire and giving him incredible power, if temporarily. A streak of white fire flew and hit the wall, it's reverberations actually sending blue lightning sparks across the dome. Alexander smiled, studying the wall with his eyes that could see. The wizard launched an entire wave of this fire, almost twenty-five feet in width, at the barrier as his aura disappeared. It was like watching lightning in a storm dance across the clouds. In the end though, the barrier stood with no damage done. If anything it glowed with more power. The elementalist of power no longer had even the average mage's aura. Shaking his head at the foolish waste Alexander returned his attention to the dome. All that energy was good, it lit up the membrane and allowed them to see the actual sections of the dome that held it up and projected energy. This thing was not paper thin. It was thick enough that they could not see the temple beyond.
Deciding not to test the dome while it was so strong Alexander walked around looking for somewhere to make camp. Though it was only lunchtime he had no doubt that the dome would not be normal today, and he wanted to have a decent meal before writing out possible theories and magical tests to verify them. Once he isolated a theory or eliminated a majority Alexander would consider a solution, or rather, a way inside. Even if he knew the exact composition of this dome and had the power to tear it down, doing so from the outside was wasteful. It's weakness was, without a doubt,inside. So inside he would go. Opening a small tear would still not be easily done. Drawing a summoning circle on the ground, Alexander summoned his tent. The circle lit up with energy before disappearing and poof, there was his tent. Inside it was larger than it looked, thanks to enchantments he had cast when the tent was made. It had a queen sized bed, a bookshelf, a small table and a place for him to cook. It was fairly difficult to enchant something and mark it for summoning at the same time. Usually they interfered with each other. Quite a bit of work had gone into his tent. After making a stew he sat out in front of his tent and stared at the mages that panicked and yelled at each other as they attempted to figure out what to do about the dome before them.</s> |
<|description|>Alexander
Age: Depends on how he is feeling that day, since he tells everyone something different. Appears to be in his early thirties.
Profession: Wizard
History: Born in the southern isles, Alexander is from the chaotic city of Erumai. Magic in the southern isles differs greatly from elsewhere, being more of a science than an art form, but Erumai is a trade city, and all manner of beings find their way there. Far from home he is mostly unknown, though tales of magic and demons surround him wherever he goes.
Appearance:</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
The first night with the barrier had fallen upon them. Clara watched the other mages try a different assortment of tricks from using elemental force to trying to call through the barrier using mysticism, but to no avail. Other wizards had theorized that the barrier went through the ground and was probably a uniform sphere around the temple. What was interesting to Clara was the amount of energy the barrier could absorb. Most creations that had such an ability tended to have a certain point where it could only withstand so much energy at one time. What was its limit? Did it have one? Everything has a limit, but is it possible for a mortal to reach it was the question, or should they even bother? Clara tried to see this situation much like an old war general would when planning an invasion. Why waste your resources trying to break down the walls of an impenetrable fort when it would be much easier to have a spy destroy it from within?
Her golden eyes grew steely as she gazed into the abyssal blue wall of energy. How could she fool a barrier that absorbed energy and repelled solid objects? Then she thought of the man who used almost all of his energy at once to attack the barrier with a glorious arch of white hot flame. She remembered the barrier rippling as it directed the energy throughout the dome. What if.. She was able to produce about half that much energy, which would mean she would need aid to produce as much as that mage had. He probably reserved for months in order to get that effect.
Looking away from the barrier she closed her eyes no longer searching with them. She needed to feel the others auras. She needed someone strong but also someone with knowledge of technical magic. She did not have the natural ability to do what she thought might work. A cloak stitched with silk with runes written all over it came to her mind's eye. Yes, a type of technical magic, but she knew nothing of his aura, he had to be masking it.
Her mouth jerked then broadened into a almost hysterical grin. Time to go ask.
Walking around the perimeter of the caravans, she finally spotted a rather interesting looking tent. Her eyebrows rose up as she took care not to tread to closely in case it was warded. "Hello in there!" She called still wearing a hysterical grin. Her plan was ridiculous which made it more exciting.</s>
<|message|>Alexander
After eating and writing for a while Alexander had wandered back into his tent and searched his small bookshelf. The books on it were written in a large number of languages, some of them were even titled in the same magic runes that he wore on his cloak. It had taken years to gather them and all of their knowledge was invaluable. No two book covered the same subject and all of them were advanced in their own areas. He had read each and every one of them through once, but had yet to test many of the ideas out or even theorize about them. One book he had gone through and tested and experimented with every idea, and it was titled Geomancy. The art of controlling magic through geometry and mathmatics. It was what had allowed him to develop this tent, and many of the ideas inside had allowed him to become a Wizard of the Southern Isles. Unfortunately his familiarity with it allowed Alexander to recognize that there would be nothing inside to help him here. A long night of reading was ahead.
Then he heard someone. A woman. He had expected someone to approach him eventually. With every intention of turning her down, Alexander walked to the entrance and opened the tent flap. Recognition dawning, he moved to the side and held the flap open. This was the woman he had noticed before. Her aura was strong. Different from the others out there and yet the same. Women were known in the Southern Isles to be weaker than men in magic, but their finesse was to be envied. After all, experienced magic users in the isles all knew that finesse was more important than the small amount of strength they lost to men. "Please, come in. Would you like something to drink, or eat perhaps?" Alexander turned and walked away from the entrance, towards a pot of tea he had brewing. The tent flap would remain open for her until she came in, held up by mysticism.
He poured two cups of tea and carried them to the table. Though the insides of the tent were rich with magic energy, he created a bubble around the tea cups allowing even an amateur to discern that they were nothing more than that. Tea. No poison, nothing more. There was a hint of cinnamon added in for flavor. Alexander had thought it a horrible idea until one traveler insisted he try it, and sure enough that cinnamon made the tea taste like nothing he ever had before. Sometimes Alexander thought that cooking could be as interesting as magic, but since magic existed cooking could only ever be a hobby for him.</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
Clara stepped closer then bent low to enter the tent. She looked around the interior of the tent very amused with it's craftsmanship. Her guesses were true, from what she saw burned into the ground around the tent. He had produced it with some sort of technical magic to which she knew close to nothing of. "Thank you for granting me an audience." She chuckled jokingly. "Do the people in your land speak to you like that or is it just my naive king?" Her golden eyes moved up and down him taking in as much information his figure, clothes and mannerisms could give her. Still no trace of power that she could sense was coming from him, but the air had a magical almost electrical hum.
When he offered her a seat, she happily took it and sniffed at the tea. "Cinnamon in tea?" She looked down at it and took another long and deep breath. It smelled amazing. With one hand, she took up the cup and brushed her hair back with the other before taking a small curious sip. Bits of her hair were loose from her long journey to the barrier making her look disheveled. Her dark hair was pulled back in a braid that went down the back of the head and nape of the neck, but her hair was long enough for the hair to look like a short dark rope between her shoulder blades.
"Mmmm it's good! Is it tradition in your land to spice your tea this way?"
After a few more sips of tea she let her gaze slowly trail from her cup to the bookshelf to him. "How can you penetrate a barrier that absorbs energy and repels solid objects?" Clara's golden gaze snatched away from him and looked down as if she was asking the question more to herself than him. "That elementalist used all but enough energy to allow him to breath in order to try to blast the wall open." Her finger tip glided over the rim of the tea cup as if speaking her thoughts. "What he did was very useful for us actually." A grin broadened across her face while she looked at her own reflection in the tea cup. "It showed us that the barrier has to take some time to redirect the energy thrown at it." Clara looked up at him obviously excited to the point of not being able to bare it. "What if there was a way to encase or coat a PERSON in energy!" She gripped her cup tightly. "Enough energy to where it took time for the barrier to redistribute the energy thus allowing us passage through!" She seemed out of breath at the very idea. It was ludicrous but it could be possible. "You're tent is a product of magic I know nothing of. It's technical I'm sure, but with your knowledge, something could be managed I'm sure. At least an idea!"</s>
<|message|>Alexander
"When we speak, those few that will talk to me do typically speak with some...manner of respect. Or maybe fear. I forget. Your king did rather well, he even got my name right." Alexander smiles at her, trying to make eye contact. Slit down like cats eyes with orange and yellow irises, looking into his eyes incited terror in many. Humans knew what a demons eyes looked like, and they recognized them unconciously. It was a price he had paid, but one he had paid willingly. She was beautiful despite days of travel, hair worn braided down her back. More importantly her aura was interesting to him. It was similar to the other mages, much like one dog is similar to all other dogs, but unique in ways that he wasn't used to seeing.
"Admittedly, while we do use spices in many things, cinnamon in tea is not something I had seen until I spent time travelling." Alexander laughed softly. As she asked him first a question, and then slowly revealed her idea he could not help but smile. She was very good, and she had paid far more attention than he had. To add onto that, she was assuming he knew many things and had more experience then she. How interesting. So few had interested him in years, only magic had drawn his attention for more than a short while, yet here was a woman that sparked his interest. It would be good to work with her on this, maybe see what he could learn from her-someone with such a different view.
Alexander drew his finger across the tabletop, green light marking his path. Completed he waved his hand over the single rune and the light moved to reform itself. Clara it spelled. Doubtless she felt the small tingle of magic as it sought her name. "A beautiful name, Clara." Standing, Alexander walked over to the bookshelf, "There is a spell that I know of." He pulled out a tome he had read several times, but never interacted with much. It was an interesting book, but dangerous. "It will allow us to turn our auras into pure energy, and thus walk through the barrier together. Naturally it is not so simple. It will require us to tie our auras together, and while our hands also touch, our auras will become corporeal energy. What do you think?"</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
Clara's shimmery eyes reflected the green light from the rune, and for a moment thought she heard someone whisper her name. It had to be her name, she was drawn to the symbol. Symbols with connections to a person did funny things like that. Be it symbols of their past, present or something repressed about themselves, they could pull at a individuals very spirit. Her gaze flicked back into his face and his eyes after receiving his compliment. What she saw in his was something vaguely similar to her own unnaturally golden eyes. They symbolized a certain trade or perhaps a taintedness in their beings, something that wasn't there in the beginning. A grin pulled at the corners of her mouth as she watched him. She liked the unknown, for it fed her unquenchable curiosity. So many things about the southern isles that she didn't understand and there was not just local to the area but a revered mage of that land sitting right in front of her. It was a treat indeed.
She pulled her tea closer to her while leaning back into her seat. He retrieved a book with symbols on them that seemed foreign to her but naturally piqued her interest. When he mentioned that he knew of a spell, she smiled inwardly with self satisfaction, she was right. It might be possible. Then again, who would build a barrier without having some way to cross it? There had to be a fail-safe in case something like that would be turned against them right? Alexander explained the mechanics of the spell and Clara arched an eyebrow at him after taking another sip of her tea. "Do we have enough energy to do it?" She was hinting toward the amount of energy he was hiding from her. Clara was surrounded by several examples of his ability but nothing showed his power or aura. She had to be sure.
"Tying them together?" Her lips moved wordlessly as she repeated the phrase to herself. "Sounds rather intimate." She chuckled lightly looking amused by the thought. Then a slight look mixed between being puzzled and concerned spread across her face and melting her smile.
"How 'tied' are be talking about? Can they be separated afterwards? What does your book say?" She knew that reading it herself wouldn't do any good since she had no idea what language it was in to begin with.</s>
| <|message|>Alexander
Alexander smiled politely. The book he held was written in a dead language. It had taken him years to find it and he was still deciphering the whole thing. Everytime he read it gave him a deeper insight into how auras worked. After all, it was a book of theories. There wasn't actually any spells in it, but rather a description of rules and experiments on how auras work and why. It described how one might manipulate an aura with magic, but traditionally magic users have very rarely been able to manipulate someone elses aura. It did describe how one might tie two auras together, the consequences, and what one could gain. Intimate did not begin to describe it. Alexander had no intention of tying himself to this random, albeit powerful and pretty, woman. Not permanently. He had determined through this theory and his own knowledge of geomancy that a temporary version of the tie could be made.
"As I make the connection, our power will ignite and as the connection grows stronger, so will our power. Normal people would begin to feel each others emotions, and eventually all sensations as well as thought. That will not happen to us. Our tie will grow only to a certain point, where we might share strong emotions. After that we can move through the wall, hand in hand, and then when we seperate the tie will slowly unravel. But we must remain in contact with each other for the tie to grow to full strength, and while moving through the wall if we are seperated it could kill us."
Putting the book back he returned to her. "So, do you wish to do this?" Alexander smiled and took his cloak off, hanging it up. "Ah, yes. You wanted a display, to prove I can match your power." As he turned back he let his aura start to bleed through. Having seen it in a mirror with his eyes he knew that it looked like electricity dancing across his skin, but to those that can only sense it they would feel what he did now. The raw power that hummed underneath his skin, only a small amount was allowed to dance through the air. It was unfortunate that the humming was for him alone. But that electricity dancing all across his body was enough, Alexander could match her easily. Containing it took a small effort, and he wiped his forhead as sneakily as possible when he put his cloak back on. Everything had a cost, and power of that level had a cost he never felt like paying...Not anymore anyway.</s> |
<|description|>Alexander
Age: Depends on how he is feeling that day, since he tells everyone something different. Appears to be in his early thirties.
Profession: Wizard
History: Born in the southern isles, Alexander is from the chaotic city of Erumai. Magic in the southern isles differs greatly from elsewhere, being more of a science than an art form, but Erumai is a trade city, and all manner of beings find their way there. Far from home he is mostly unknown, though tales of magic and demons surround him wherever he goes.
Appearance:</s>
<|message|>Alexander
Slightly giddy, like someone who had just felt the warmth of alcohol spread through their body, Alexander smiled. It was addicting, the level of power he had sealed within, and right now it pushed outward, like his body was stifling it. Release was all it wanted, and it fed him that incredible feeling for a little longer. Too bad he was made of stronger stuff than that. Experience had taught him that whenever you felt like this, it was generally because you had done something stupid, or were about to. The moment passed and though he still felt the residual warmth of power, it no longer reached out to entice him. Silently Alexander approached Clara.
"Immediately." Drawing a spell circle in the air between them was not as easy as he made it look. It required precision, control, and an intimate knowledge of what he was drawing. If Alexander attempted to draw part of the circle in the wrong order he would be unable to complete it, or worse it would mangle the spell and change it...often with disastrous results. It was for this reason Geomancy had been abandoned in the Southern Isles. Not practical in combat due to it's complexity and mental rigors, Runes were easier to draw, remember and even determine. Discovering a rune that would allow you to use a certain magical effect was simple, combining them was like writing. With proper grammer it was easy to create powerful spells. Memorize these and quickly one had become powerful. Or so it was for the lesser wizards. Each of the thirteen had discovered a way to become more than someone with pre-packaged spells. Alexander was no exception. He could draw these circles in combat, and the math that came with determining the shape of a spell was not beyond him, though it still took weeks to create a basic circle. This one was a shaping circle, and he gave it purpose through the runes he wrote in it, and around it.
As the circle came closer to completion both of their auras flared, recognizing the magic that attempted to control them. Alexander did not have time to manage his own aura, and it started pushing past his enchantments and wards. Holding his hand out, palm towards her in the middle of the circle he smiled, "Take my hand if you mean it." It was now or never. He could only hold this for so long before he would have to control his aura. Burning ozone. If it began to smell like that, this would have to stop.</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
Clara stood to get a better look as he began producing a spell circle in the air. His hand moved very fluidly, but she would hazard a guess that what he was doing wasn't easy. Such ability, she smiled watching the circle reach completion, but felt a very strange surge throughout her body and even her soul. With one hand up towards the center of the circle and the another facing her, Alexander spoke with a smile, "Take my hand if you mean it". He seemed to be thoroughly interested in this procedure as well. It was very possible that what was happening in this tent had never occurred before or if it did, it was unheard of in her land. Looking up at the now engaged circle then into his fiery daemonic eyes. Without a word, Clara's hand clapped into his. As soon as her hand made contact with his the circle hummed loudly and cracked with energy. The force she felt before was intensifying. Her free hand seemed to move up towards the circle of it's own accord and completing the loop that was being forged between them.
Her aura felt like it was struggling not only against her, but against everything else. She never bothered trying to restrain it throughout her time of being a sorceress, so it behaved like a feral beast that had been caged for the first time sense it had been brought into existence. Clara closed her eyes tightly having a very difficult time making sense of the sensations she was experiencing due to the nature of the spell. She tried to see the process much like how her perceived Alexander's aura when he un-masked it. Two forces that were fighting to break free against the bonds of the spell was all she could gather at this point. Her hand gripped his tightly more for stability than anything. How long will it rage? Her aura had never known structure but only instinct. Clara's abilities were not spawned from something as rigid and controlled as the magic that was forcing it to bend at the moment.
Though the whole experience was robbing her of her balance, but she refused to waiver under the forces of the spell. Slowly, she opened her eyes again. Above them something was swirling around the face of the circle but clearly not touching it. Their auras were becoming visible, which was something Clara had never seen before with her own eyes. The only reason she knew what she was looking at was due to the fact that she could feel the connection between her and her aura. It was now a vaporal substance wrapping it's self around what she knew had to be Alexander's. Her skin prickled as goose pimples formed up her arms. Then she looked back into Alexander's face with an excited expression. "Can you see this?" She asked, talking about the two manifestations swirling above them.</s>
<|message|>Alexander
Alexander found her aura started to form around him, but his eyes saw everything, despite her aura covering his body like a thick mist. He had forced their auras to become entwined. It was a fragile thing that required all of Alexander's concentration. That and their connection. He knew now, without a doubt, that holding this forced connection would be impossible if they didn't have physical contact. With physical contact he could strengthen the connection, and as a result multiply their power. This was very difficult. Alexander almost laughed when she spoke. He forgot that his aura did not normally take a form like this, like hers. She would not have seen it, but indeed bits of his aura danced up and down her. Then he looked up. Recognition was immediate. It had mentioned this phenomena. During this process any who watched could see the two auras combine like this, or so the theory had mentioned as a possiblie side effect. It was interesting to see them swirl together, back and forth. The book had said that if this happened they would quickly combine and become another color, depicting the process the two would go through. This did not happen above them. The two "auras" Twisted in and around each other, stretching out like a string. It grew longer and longer until the string snapped, and suddenly the auras were seperating, becoming their own entities once more.
"This is us. Not permanent, as I told you. Unfortunately it is difficult to maintain this...state of being. I would suggest that we go now and you cast your spell that we may move through the dome." Alexander smiled, feeling suddenly elated. It was her feeling. This was exciting to her, and indeed he felt the same. If it weren't that he was trying so hard to concentrate...no, that would have to wait for later. "You will have to guide me. I cannot really see far through your aura and I do not have the concentration to spare to find the wall with my senses. Of course, since we'll be holding hands the whole time, that shouldn't be an issue." Alexander just hoped that his concentration would help her. After all, if he was affected by her aura in this way, and felt her emotions, he imagined his aura might make magic more difficult for her to control. It was very excitable, another reason he did his best to keep it sealed away like he did.
Do not fear the storm children. It cannot harm us. One of the great wizards is here. There are only thirteen who claim his title. The rain will fall but there will be no lightning. The wind will blow nothing away but the storm, and the waves will only wet the sand.</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
Clara simply nodded keeping an almost uncomfortably tight grip on Alexander's hand. Her heart was thumping hard within her chest and a swirl of excitement raged through her mind. With her and Alexander's auras linked, she could hear a rhythmic hum, like a mantra of concentration in the back of her mind, but that was the least of her concerns right know. Alexander's aura flowed through her like a powerful waves of water, but also prickled with quick shots of energy. This alone was very dangerous. There was a new and terrifyingly strong power being shared with her. It was exotic and quick to react. Clara had to guide him by the hand while keeping herself somewhat composed in order to control her abilities. Her gaze went to the teacup left resting on the table. Why she looked at it was anyone's guess, but she quickly saw that this act was a mistake. Allowing her eyes to focus on something for too long wasn't a good idea. There was a low hum and it shattered within an instant. Too much energy ran through her at the moment.
They stepped out of the tent and she managed to keep her eyes down at the ground. Though she was still excited, she ran her own mantra through her mind in order to keep herself together enough to reach the barrier and cast her spell. Oddly enough, the mantra was more like a nursery rhyme or a old folk tale. It was recited often by the women who lived near the northern wilds.
There once was a bear as old as old
For many many stories were told
The beast had great eyes of gold
It waited for a hero bold
The years had past one by one
and no such hero ever come
pass on the song to young an old
for fear of the bear with eyes of gold
The melody seemed to keep her focused while they walked among the dirt paths and bits of brush to get to the barrier. She only looked up to see the great mass of blue that hummed intimidatingly. Taking a deep breath, she decided to start her spell. Clara straightened up and stepped them both closer to the barrier. They were so close that bits of energy arced between them and the barrier. It was like the dome was greedily waiting for them to get too close in order for it to engulf them. With her free hand held high, she breathed some words low and under her breath. The volume of her voice wasn't what gave the spell it's strength but rather the determination and concentration of the caster. Her giddy excitement seemed to disappear while she did this. The air around their skin felt stuffy for a moment, then her free hand clinched tightly into a fist. The spell was to give them flesh as stone, but the combined energy of their auras made the material stronger and bright like crystal. Their shimmery exterior also glowed with energy. "Go!" She spoke pulling them both into the face of the barrier. The dome let out a loud crack then a loud but low sounding hum.</s>
| <|message|>Alexander
She pulled him along like he was a small child. Not that Clara was moving that fast, but Alexander was both unable to see very well and lost in his own little world. At some point it seemed to him that he was calmed...but then he had never been excited. Alexander thought with some small portion of his mind that this must of been her emotion. Whatever it was, it helped him smooth the connection. And that was when he noticed how much their emotions affected their auras. It shouldn't have been suprising, he had observed them for years, but now that both auras were being forced into a rigid shape...it was incredible to see how they reacted to both persons emotions. A shout. Somebody shouted. Alexander realized it had to have been Clara. And suddenly they were moving again. The barrier. They walked into the barrier. He hadn't even realized she had cast a spell. At first they were winning. Her spell was effective. The barrier was pushed back and it bent around them to let them through. A shockwave of force from where they had walked into it circled the whole dome, not that they could see. But Alexander felt it, and knew that they had announced their presence.
Then the Dome fought back. He was not prepared for this. It did more than absorb energy, it attempted to kill intruders with that energy. His senses compared it to a lightning bolt. Alexander had been struck by lightning before. It was something a mage could survive, but to harness that much power was beyond a normal human. The sound was comparable to having someone hit a gong next to your head. Deafening. He almost stumbled. For some reason having her hand in his reassured him and he managed to keep his footing. Alexander wondered if that was her emotion, but some small part of him told him that it was his...He would think about that later. The connection was strong, but now he had excited it again. It took all of his focus to keep it under control. Then the second strike came. The ringing in his ears made it hard to think, and now the connection was pushing at his mind...it would be released. Alexander breathed deeply and squeezed her hand gently. They would not fail. An image came to mind and he used it to hold the tie. The rebound from doing so was like a sledgehammer to the ribs. There was no doubt in his mind he had at least two broken ribs now...and something told him that she probably did too. The third strike hit and he wondered how she was possibly holding her spell against these incredibel attacks. His mind was numb...Finally he could think again...feel again.
Alexander felt for the connection. It was not hard to find, in fact it was still there despite his grasp on it gone. But it was unstable. His aura was flooding into the tie, overloading it. The energy flowed through his arm into hers and back every second. Like a heart beating. This too was like being struck by lightning. His arm burned and he could no longer move his hand, it would not let go of hers even if he wanted it to. Fear. Alexander swallowed it down, telling himself that he was capable of controlling this. He had done it before, after all. How many strikes had the dome hit them with, he wasn't sure, but Alexander no longer felt anything with his senses except for this. Somehow he doubted they were still in the wall and had made it through, but he could not check right now.
The great wizard stood on the dock alone, facing a storm that had everybody scared. Only the wealthy had evacuated. Nobody else could afford to, nor had the time. They trusted him to stop this, but he knew better. The great wizard smiled sadly and raised his arms...levitating off the ground as his aura became visible with power. "Goodbye."
Repairing the second seal was difficult, but once he finished their auras were easy to control. He could not close the first seal while the connection existed, but that was not enough power to overwhelm him, or her. Realizing that he was sweating and leaning on Clara, Alexander smiled. She was crazy. But she had saved him so much time in solving the puzzle of the dome. Able to move his hand again he squeezed hers gently and closed his eyes. Gods, he was tired.</s> |
<|description|>Alexander
Age: Depends on how he is feeling that day, since he tells everyone something different. Appears to be in his early thirties.
Profession: Wizard
History: Born in the southern isles, Alexander is from the chaotic city of Erumai. Magic in the southern isles differs greatly from elsewhere, being more of a science than an art form, but Erumai is a trade city, and all manner of beings find their way there. Far from home he is mostly unknown, though tales of magic and demons surround him wherever he goes.
Appearance:</s>
<|message|>Alexander
Alexander realized suddenly that they were sitting awkwardly. It was almost comical, two powerful spellcasters sitting together like school-children. The worst part was that he was leaning on her. She didn't seem to mind it, but it bothered him. Alexander was supposed to be an all powerful wizard, yet sealing away his aura left him only the small amount of energy required to perform geomancy...This was more power than he had used in a long time and it had him drained mentally. Physically he was recovering quickly, since his first seal was still undone. Her numbness flooded through their connection to him. It was like he felt nothing. Desperately, so desperately he wanted to feel something. Of all creatures it was humans that desired this the strongest, the desire for closeness, yet they all too often pushed their own kind away.
Without thinking Alexander sat on the ground next to her and pulled her to lean against him, moving his arm over her head and around her so that they still held hands, but not in an awkward position. Resting his arm against her stomach he squeezed her hand gently, letting her know that it was over. They could relax and recover now. "Go to sleep." Alexander whispered against her ear, as if it was completely normal. Exhaustion came over him in waves, but staying awake was simple. He would not have any trouble with that. Many years of practice had allowed him to develop the ability to stay awake for days at a time while preforming essential research or even during travel. This was no different. Alexander would be able to stay awake for hours while she slept. Then she could watch over him.
As the numbness wore off and she drifted into sleep Alexander realized just how much she leaned on him. The position he had put them in, left her in his embrace. It had seemed so natural, and even now their connection made it seem that way. Yet he realized it was a first for him, that it wasn't normal. Alexander could only imagine how strange that would've felt, even with their connection, if they hadn't been tired. Hopefully she wouldn't be too upset with the stranger that embraced her when she woke up. Knowing he should take this time to analyze their surroundings but not wanting to wake her Alexander looked around slowly, trying to be as still as possible. This was not the temple. This was not even their realm. Alexander did not want to think about this now. After they were both rested they could figure out this...whatever it was.</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
There was an odd sense of rolling, no, she was being moved. In her state of extreme fatigue, she really didn't care. A gentle squeeze and a whisper caressed her weary mind. It was over, and now she could rest. Those kind words seemed to echo over and over while she slipped away into a state of dreaming. It was always strange how even though a person could be exhausted in every sense of the word, yet the mind was always stirring with dreams when sleep came.
There was a soft chatter of women and men. They were all enjoying the first day of the spring season. Spring in the northern country wasn't very warm but the sun was at least attempting to melt the thick ice and snow. Children, who had spent too much time holed up within their homes, were running in almost every direction. "I know you're excited little ones, but don't venture into the woods. We aren't the only ones enjoying the better weather." warned an old woman. The children simply ignored her and continued with their games. One of the children, a small girl stopped running and pointed towards the woods. "What is that?" Something strange could be heard from the woods. It was a low hissing noise that blended with the sounds of rushing wind. Then someone cried, "Take shelter, no enter your homes! Quickly!" Several of the villagers scooped up their young and began their retreat. All the doors slammed shut and windows locked. Mist filled the valley and all was silent.
It took several hours for the mist to lift and even longer for the people to feel safe to venture out from their homes. "We were spared it seems. That was no normal mist." spoke one villager looking around as if something could jump out at any moment. The same woman that warned the children came out and wrung her apron nervously. "Did any of you see a little girl? Dark raven hair? Please tell me you took her inside!" The other adults froze. "We saw no such child."
The woman fell to her knees and began to sob. "Everyone, look for signs of a struggle or tracks. Help this woman!"
They searched for weeks but the child was never found.
Clara could feel something warm holding her. Her eyes opened with blurred vision. She almost jerked, but thankfully she already had an idea what was so close to her. Glancing sideways, she saw parts of Alexander's shoulder and arm. They were alive and appeared to have suffered minor physical damage. She raised her head and looked up into his face then down at the way they were sitting together. "Well, this is..surprisingly comfortable." She joked stretching her legs. Her bright eyes darted all around them. "Where are we? How long was I unconscious?" This wasn't the southern temple. Everything about the place felt very strange.</s>
<|message|>Alexander
From what he could tell it wasn't one of the many realms of demons and or gods. At least, any of those he had read of. If they did exist, these other realms would be so many that it would be impossible for a mortal to know of all of them. Even an immortal, which he knew did exist, would probably not know of all the realms that possibly existed. This one...if it was the realm of some god then it was perfect. A utopia with fauna of all sorts, from what he could tell. It felt perfect, even from here. Alexander cast his senses forward to confirm it. Indeed it felt amazing. Demons would not want to inhabit a realm like this, it would make it's inhabitants too happy. There was the question of how large this realm was, or if he could only sense the portion the wall surrounded. Alexander couldn't possibly tell.
When she woke it took some control to not move away and pretend that he had not been supporting her the whole time. Alexander looked away to hide his face as she looked him over. When he no longer felt he was blushing he looked back at her. "Four or five hours. It's hard to tell here. I have no idea where we are, it doesn't seem to be...anywhere that I've come across in my research." But then, Alexander was not that old. Not like many of the Wizards of the Southern Isles. No, he was only 31. Rather young for someone in his position.
Blinking away the exhaustion that threatened to consume him he tried to focus on her. That seemed to help a little. Hopefully she couldn't tell how tired he was. More importantly Alexander hoped she didn't realize that he was focusing on her to avoid falling asleep. Distractions, distractions. Looking into her eyes was like staring at Gold. It was bright, and seemed to shield her from someone peering into her soul. Her black hair was a little messed up because of their traveling through the barrier and then her short sleep. Alexander expected she would want to wash when they had the chance, and in this realm it seemed water would not be hard to find. Food too, was probably not that hard to find, though predators usually followed.
"How did you sleep?" At one point Clara had been shaking slightly. It was barely noticable, but whatever she had dreamed of...Well, his connection with her did help. He could tell that it was a strange dream, but not why it bothered her or what it was about. Alexander realized then that they were still in contact, which was why the connection was still strong, but it had not grown stronger, and he suspected that it would begin to unravel as planned when they seperated. For now he did not want to fight it but hold on. It may yet prove useful. Thankfully he did not have to focus on it to control it. Especially since only the necessary portion of his aura was available to it and them.</s>
<|message|>Lady Clara
Seeing he too was not sure where they were, she sighed through her nose for a moment. The area appeared to be quite peaceful and bountiful. The air was normal if not more pleasant to take in. Parts of her yearned to explore it. To roam about it and discover it's secrets. "Such an odd place." She mused then felt her hand twitch within his, which caused her to look back into his face. There were vague memories of him before she slept. His gentle hand moving her to fit nicely in his arms, then his warm but weary breath on her ear telling her to rest. This made her eyebrows raise and a grin spread over her mouth. Such kindness towards a stranger. Thinking back, she wondered how odd it would have been to see two strangers randomly meeting and agreeing to bond themselves in order to see the unknown. It seemed insane yet, she had done crazy things before.
He asked her how well she slept and Clara chuckled, brushing hair out from her face with her free hand. "As well as one can after our ordeal." Her dreams were something she didn't like to share. Then again, she wasn't used to having someone by her side for this long. Companions for someone like her were in very short supply. Who would be interested in helping a sorceress with her so called 'reputation'. Much that was known of her didn't speak well. Her dark abilities and her place of residence were enough to scare off most. Clara's homeland was one of a cold and harsh climate which didn't entice many to come visit. The solitude was something she rather enjoyed, but of course a lady wouldn't mind the comfort of the palace. The title would be an interesting addition as well. She would also be granted access to materials that would otherwise be difficult to acquire on her own.
Her bright, but oddly solid looking eyes surveyed her companion. Though he seemed to be putting on a face of contentment, she wondered if he slept as she did. His eyes spoke differently. Though exotic and other-worldly, they showed that he was indeed fatigued. Alexander's unusual eyes had the look of fire before, but now seemed to have dimmed. "Did you not rest?" she asked while continuing to watch him with a grin. He must have been watching their surroundings while she was resting and for that, she was thankful. "Do wizards of the southern isles sleep at all?" Clara joked while scooting away from him a little more. She looked at their joined hands still feeling his and her auras pulsating in unison. Was it safe to separate now? They had accomplished the task by traveling through the wall, so the need for them to remain linked was no longer there. If Alexander had been awake this whole time, he could have separated from them as soon as they successfully crossed over, but he didn't. The grin widened slightly as she thought it out. Did he enjoy being so close to such a strange women as herself? This made her chuckle once again. "Shall we separate or should we remain like conjoined twins??" It was funny how she could joke like this while they both sat in a strange unknown land and had almost gotten annihilated.</s>
| <|message|>Alexander
Smiling at her joke he responded, "No. You were tired, and someone had to keep watch. This place may appear to be a paradise, but at the very least, whomever put that dome in place may have come for us." Not that it would've mattered anyway. She had been exhausted and so had he. Even releasing his aura completely, Alexander knew the price for survival might've been too high. Thankfully nobody came. Alexander let go of her hand and leaned back so that he was lying on the ground. The soft grass muted the hard ground against his back and his exhaustion made it easy to ignore. "It felt right to hold on" to you. He didn't say that. Alexander wasn't ready to think about that part, instead he chalked it up to being part of the connection. It probably did help push him in her direction. "I don't suppose that it matters too much. Do you want to?" Letting go didn't seem to have any immediate effects. Close proximity combined with a strong connection...It would be a short while before the connection started to unravel, though he had delayed the effect.
His eyes were heavy and it was hard to pay attention to what she was saying. At this point Alexander wasn't sure she was talking at all. Still he stared at her as his eyelids dipped lower, trying not to ignore her. His hand he left outstretched and open, in case she decided to reconnect with him. It would be her decision. Sleep finally caught him and his head rolled gently to rest on the grass, soft against his cheek. Alexander hoped with his last waking thoughts for dreamless sleep. There was no need to dream of things that had long since passed.
The storm buffeted him and the buildings around him, stripping skin from his face and arms as it tore the walls off houses. But there he stayed, the last hope for thousands who could not flee. His aura did not protect him, as he used it all casting a spell. The great wizard was known for his ability to use runes together, in combinations longer and greater than ever before. As the storm threatened to tear him and his city apart he drew a rune on every building that housed a person with his mind. Aura fading, the great wizard lowered his arms and stood until he blew away in the wind, dust to dust.
It had been a long time since he had dreamed of his teacher. But lately his thoughts had strayed more and more to the man that had taught him the basics of magic, before becoming one of the greats. Alexander had followed in those footsteps, though he had done it in a way his teacher would not have approved. Now he used a magic that was his alone in order to hide what he had done. There was no reason to use large amounts of power when complicated magic could take it's place. Unlike the other Wizards of the Southern Isles, Alexander did not take on many jobs. He took only the jobs that required both incredible detail and power. He substituted power for time and magical research. Geomancy gave him this ability.
He opened his eyes slowly, wondering how it could be true. The boy Alexander would not let him free so easily. Senses coming to him, and suddenly he knew. It wasn't time, they weren't ready. Stronger than before, but not enough to defeat him. Alexander must have made a mistake. He sat up slowly, feeling this body and enjoying it. Truly enjoying it. His aura was weak, sealed away and there was no way to undo it now. Something else. Turning his head towards her he grinned broadly. They had connected, though it didn't feel permanent. How interesting. Was she important to him? The eyes that were once demonic and catlike in appearance now seemed normal, though the bright yellow iris' that betrayed both his presence and his power were the only thing that gave him away. Nobody would recognize his sign anymore anyway. It had been too long.
"It is always nice to have a beautiful companion. I hope you don't mind me asking your name, Alexander doesn't really play well with others."</s> |
<|description|>Pilsky Yakovitch.
Description:
According to the ruling class of Tirna-Sorset, Pilsky is nothing more than another rat clogging up their sewers, and at first glance that might be true. Like any other slum dweller, appearance is not one of the main things one tries to improve. Usually food and shelter are of more importance. Still, beneath the dirt and grime, one might think of Pilsky as a rather handsome man of twenty years. He's a rather short fellow, just barely topping at an average height of five feet, ten inches. Sloppy brown hair in need of a good wash, but a surprising set of hazel eyes that get all of the ladies. Not much body weight on him though. Hunger tends to do that a lot. Of course, being used to going hungry all his life gave him the better edge once winter came around. That and a hidden stash of stolen food tends to help.
Background:
When given a chance to throw it all behind him, Pilsky jumped on the chance faster than you could call Aenda a bad ruler. Who wouldn't? The benefits given to him were certainly worth it all. Free land as far as the eye could see, extremely fertile soil, and a bunch of natives who would gladly give up their women. That and a free ticket out of the prisons was a big plus. To a man who had lived all of his life in the cramped slums of the capital, throwing a chance like that away would have been suicide.
Or a surefire way to not die of starvation and exposure to the elements. Instead of tight, cramped slums where you at least had a few feet to breath, now he had been subjected boat ride over with no bed and the only solace being that he had already thrown up his meal hours earlier. It was a helluva few weeks, that.
Growing up in those slums, sure it was hard, but it was the only thing he knew. Mother was a whore, father was a drunkard emigrated from an country named Gornska to the East looking for work. Stealing came easy to him at least. With no craftsman or metal smith to apprentice under, all he knew was self taught or learned from a father in his few sober moments. His work consisted of shining shoes or being hired for barely anything at textiles or workshops. His only experience with anything in the water were sitting at the docks, watching the boats enter and leave the ports. That and chopping fish.
His other job was being in a roving band of young men. Your average gang that played at being big, but never did anything than getting in scuffles and territory disputes. It was there he learned how to fight and how to use a knife. Hell, he even had a girl he liked. Pretty lass who was in a work house. Probably only liked him for his money.
Then he made the mistake of trying to steal from the rich. A lower noble, but a noble none the less should have been a good target for his gang. It turns out well trained, well fed guards who wielded swords were more than a match for a bunch of rats with chipped daggers and thin stomachs. Turns out said noble was being rather generous, and gave them a choice. Either be locked away in the prisons or take his place on a ship sent to start a colony.
It turned out to be pretty stupid of Pilsky to say yes. After gathering up the measly sums he had saved over the years, saying goodbye to his friends, and giving a kiss to that pretty lass, he was given a set of papers he couldn't read, thrown onto a boat, and sent off to new lands.
Pilsky quickly realized how different it was to the slums. Having never held a hoe or a shovel, no hammer or nail, nor even owned a chicken or a goat, it was difficult. His hands bled from the blisters, his skin cracked and peeled from the sun, and his bones ached from the work. His first 'shelter' broke down within' a week. Hell, he even managed to get the effects of poison ivy down his breeches whilst doing the you know what. It wasn't a pretty sight at all.
And while the winters back home were something, it was even worse in Uponhill. Like most, his living conditions weren't the greatest. Combining poor construction and little idea of how much fire wood needed led to a miserable and hungry season.
I'M PUTTING THIS HERE BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE IS.</s>
<|message|>Hugh McTrenkel
The sharp bitter smell of wood spirits filled the air. Even with the windows open the heavy smell of pine oil was considerably strong in the cool spring breeze. The floor had been swept, and the dishes cleaned. All the windows were thrown open for the spring air. Even the ragged thread-worn carpets and bed sheets hung outside on wooden racks to air in the cleanliness of spring.
The only thing of note was to refinish the furniture.
Of the few things Hugh had managed to learn in the sprint to prepare for spring was the preparation of wood spirits. Outside of Village walls within the hills to the north the village men had dug a great pit, lined with rocks. Here while clearing the land they had dumped the trunks and the saplings of their work. Having covered the clearing with moss and peat from the river-side they set it ablaze, smoldering the wood for its oils to drip down along the channel in the hillside until it dripped out the far end for it to be collected. For the several old farmers this was a regular practice, it had for them merely been a way to make extra money. But for the future it was decided it would be necessary for their survival.
This was the simple trade of tar making. The patriarch of the house had taught him where and how to use use it. In finishing furniture to give it a protected sheen. Or on boats to prevent the wood from water logging. If men were to fish they would need tar, else the wood would become soaked and they would sink.
And now he stood leaning over the table, applying with a filthy rag a fresh coat of varnish onto the rough ax and knife carved furniture. A mask of burlap wrapped around his face sealed his nose to the offensive odor as he vigorously applied the crude varnish besides the window. He'd gotten through the chairs, it was the table's turn.
He ran the rag over the scratches. Filling the knots, the cuts, and the gouges with the watery oil. The wood soaked it in, going dark as he went. When the door opened he stopped.
He looked up to the front door to see the wife of the family standing in the doorway. A simple gray and white dress hid her wide figure. Splotches of clay and dirt caked the front and bottom, a sign she had been working.
"Hello." she said nervously, stepping inside. She was a gentle woman in her homeliness. A round youthful face watched the monk, her apprehensive blue eyes darting from he to the varnish.
"Good morn'." Hugh politely greeted, lowering his head to continue refinishing the table.
"You know, my husband would normally do that outside..." she whispered, dismayed.
Hugh looked up, shocked. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry," he stuttered, "Ms. Valouis. You see, I would have if I could carry it out the door..." he explained timidly, stepping back and nervously wringing the cloth between his hands.
"No, no." she sighed, "I guess it's alright." she sighed, putting down her purse of gardening equipment down by the door. She looked over the house floor, and its over all cleanliness.
"You really did a good job." Ms. Valouis complimented. But her fervor was subdued, still shy.
"Thank you, I had a good day to myself to do it."
"I'm sure, your honor. Have you seen my children?" she asked.
Hugh shook his head, "I imagined they might still be out playing."
"Oh it's fair." she answered with a soft breath, "Mr. McTrenkel, you've done some good work. Should you take the rest of the day off to catch your breath?"
"I would m'lady. But I'm hardly done." he said defensively, "Though if I could finish the table at least."
"I suppose you should." the wife obliged, "You've done good, I don't want you exhausting yourself."
"Don't worry, if I haven't died yet then it has not been my time." Hugh humbly replied, turning back to his work.</s>
<|message|>Dr. Peadar Browning
"Bite down on this."
Peadar passed a wooden spoon to Amsley Thatcher, who slid the smooth stick into his mouth and clamped down onto it with his teeth. Thatcher's huge frame was sprawled out on the rickety bed he shared with his wife. Peadar ran a hand over the blacksmith's bulging right knee that was off kilter with the rest of his leg, swollen and purple with bruises. He winced and whined, the noises coming from his throat betrayed his size and showed exactly how much pain this man was in. According to Amsley himself he was hard at work on a piece when his smithing hammer had slipped from his hand and crashed against his leg. The impact was tremendous and painful. The man who was over a foot taller than Peadar collapsed to the ground and had to drag himself into his house next door to his workshop.
"You have a dislocation of the knee," Peadar said slowly so that Thatcher in all his pain could understand what he was saying. He removed his spectacles and placed them into his coat pocket. "That place where upper leg and lower leg are in confluence is out of line. I am going to pop it back into place very quickly. Now, this will be immensely painful but your pain will begin to recede upon it all being put back into place. Are you ready?"
"Yes," he grunted through the spoon. "For the love all that is holy, just do it!"
"Okay," the doctor said softly, placing both hands on the knee joint. "At the count of three: One... three!"
He jerked the kneecap to the right. A loud pop sounded through the small room, followed by Thatcher's howling. Pulling his spectacles back out, Peadar examined is handiwork and was satisfied that all appeared to be straight. Thatcher moaned and pulled the spoon from his mouth. He sighed and examined his knee while a coughing attacked seized Peadar. He covered his mouth with his jacket sleeve and frowned at the collection of mucus now on his sleeve.
"It hurts," said Thatcher. "But... not as bad."
"As I said," Peadar said, wiping his sleeve on his pant leg. "Give it a day or two and the swelling will be down. The tendons in that leg will be incredibly tight until you work them out. I suggest staying off of it for at least a day."
"I don't..., I don't know if I can pay you, doctor." Thatcher sat up in the bed and looked nervously at him. "I just..."
"It's fine," he said with an easy smile. "I do not do this for the money, as you might be able to tell from my dress. Tell you what, the next time someone dies I will need help burying them."
"Say no more, doctor. Me and my boys will be happy to help."
"Good," he said. "It's a deal. One more thing? No more smithing while drinking."
After declining the Thatcher's offer to stay for dinner, Peadar packed his bag and said his goodbyes before leaving their small house and heading towards the middle of town.</s>
| <|message|>Pilsky Yakovitch.
It took about half an hour for the land to stop spinning rapidly. The remnants of that morn's breakfast were thrown up in the dirt, grilled trout with a side of grilled trout and for desert? More grilled trout. Enjoying the taste of fish as he might be, Pilsky couldn't help but wish he had a bit more variety to his diet.
He stood up slowly from the log he had taken as a seat. The corners of his vision still wobbled, but he was getting better as time passed. He bent over to pick up a small crate, the contents of which being a huge load of shellfish he intended to sell at the market. Their meats would be certainly worth something right? That was, if there still was a town. Pilsky really had no idea what things were like in Uponhill. The whole place could just be a burning wreckage ransacked by natives and he hadn't known for weeks.
That, or the place could be a thriving industrial town, complete with giant factories and roving fields of food.
You never know. Along with the box, he tucked the strap of a small leather sack that held various fancy looking shells. Those he would sell to anyone foolish enough to want to make it into jewelry or a necklace. He had spent the last night scrubbing them up and making them shine, so they had better be worth the effort. Along with those was a small lunch of grilled trout... and a bit of carrots!
His feet stamped down onto the earth as he made his way through the forest towards the town. Pilsky had made sure his rowboat was tied up, quadruple knotted, so he had no worry of someone stealing it. It was only after twenty minutes of walking did he make his first discovery. A dandy little cabin with a fast growing field. A man standing in it waved to him, and he waved back. It felt weird seeing a person for the first time in oh, say... two months?
It was surprising how quickly the time had passed and how he hadn't gone mad at being alone for so long. Other than brief trips to the land to gather up water, and maybe a bit of scavenging for berries and what not, he had been on the ship alone for the major of his stay at the colony. After he had passed out of sight of the cabin, he stopped and stood still, not knowing what to do. He shook his head and slapped himself on the wrist for stopping.
Things were very different as he reached the actual town. It was extremely different from the first months. It actually looked like... a town. People walked around doing their daily chores and he was shocked by the sound that emanated from it all. He was used to the relative silence of the waves and the seagulls that haunted his deck. There was some semblance of an inn, that or it was a boarding house. There were more things as well, from a tanner to a seamstress, to even a blacksmith that had a interesting man walking away from it.
The doctor. Pilsky barely remembered the man, but he knew one thing, and that the man was a doctor. He looked around for a moment, wondering if he should tell the man. For the past few weeks, things had been going south for his teeth. His gums had been growing red and bled slightly from time to time, that and his teeth, though not in amazing shape to begin with, had begun to rot slightly.
"Oi, doc! Doc, over here!" He called as he jogged over.</s> |
<|description|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles: The Red Death
Age: 23
Skills:
* Expert Swordsman - Having trained most of his life in the art of the sword, Tsubasa is quite adept with a blade. Drawback: Without a blade he's severely weakened.
* Stealth - Becoming an assassin has taught Tsubasa the importance of stealth. He can't make himself disappear in shadows or ninja his way across buildings, but he's good at staying unnoticed and setting up ambushes. Drawback: Once noticed, he's hard to forget.
* Agility - Tsubasa is significantly faster than the average person during activities such as running and leaping. Drawback: Brute power is lacking.
Magic: [Approved by GM]
Sekiga, Tsubasa's sword, is more than a well made heirloom. In Nijiara, there are legends of famous swordsmiths and swords who were supernatural in ability, becoming more powerful the more enemies they slew, or so sharp they could cut a dragonfly that landed on their blade. Sekiga the Red Fang is one of these, bearing a special enchantment.
Effect: When Sekiga cuts an opponent, it "drinks" their blood and stores it in a hollow inside the hilt. A normal wound will provide 1 "unit" of blood. This blood can be used for three different techniques. 10 units can be stored at a time.
Uses:
Blood Elixir - By drinking the blood in the hilt, Tsubasa can heal minor wounds and accelerate the healing of greater wounds. It requires 3 units of blood. 5 units will heal greater wounds. 7 units will heal all wounds.
Bloody Reaver - A boiling wave of blood is released as a projection of a sword slash to travel roughly ten meters before it begins to fall apart. The target, if struck, is "slashed" as if with a hot blade. Requires 3 units.
Blood Rot - The blood inside the hilt begins to rot and blacken. When using this technique, each cut of the sword on a target will poison them, building over time. One cut will slightly numb the struck limb. Two cuts will paralyze that limb. Three spreads numbness over that side of the body, four over the whole body, and so on and so forth. Each cut consumes 1 unit of blood, and while the technique is in use more blood cannot be drawn.
Equipment:* Sekiga - This sword, its name meaning "Red Fang" is a well forged and well maintained steel katana that has been in Tsubasa's family for generations. It bears a dangerous enchantment.
* Standard Traveling Gear - All that stuff required for world-wandering, like a pack and sleeping bag.
* Extra Clothes - In his line of work, Tsubasa often makes use of disguises.
Personality: Cold, sarcastic, unnecessarily hostile, determined to the point of obsession. Seems somewhat tired all the time, with a haggard expression, but when focused or angry his eyes grow sharp and bright once more. Cares little about people and a great deal about money and status. However, in rare moments, there are hints of a great sorrow within, and it seems not all of his traits are genuine...
Biography:
Tsubasa's ancestors were famous sword masters, and from the age of six he was trained in the art of the blade by his father. Tsubasa's mother, however, was a foreigner to Nijiara, and he inherited her hair and eyes. This made him somewhat of an oddity among his neighbors, and he was treated as such. He experienced many hardships, and one in particular drove him away from the village where he grew up. To make a living he resorted to using his blade for any reason at all, regardless of what side of the law he was on. Gangs, banditry, and finally, assassination.
Tsubasa eventually became well known in the underworld of Nijiara, perhaps a little too much so. It was then that he heard that the king of New Torrea had fallen ill and that the kingdom's Minister had new, questionable policies.
A throne ripe for taking, a politician that people didn't like. It sounded like a ripe job market ready to burst, so Tsubasa packed his necessities and struck out on the road.
Others: Often uses berry juice, crushed flowers, or other methods of dying his hair to prevent himself from standing out when on the job. Still, some of the color often manages to shine through, giving him his nickname in the underworld.</s>
<|message|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
New TorreaTsubasa
Forget learning discrepancy, she'd just murdered it in cold blood and broad daylight. Before he got a single step away from the group, Hazael dropped all pretenses and simply stated her plans to incite a complete and total civil war. Tsubasa sighed, looking up at the sky as if praying for patience, his hood finally dropping away to reveal his red hair in its true intensity, and his cold, narrow gaze that he now turned back upon the female knight.
"You know what? Okay. Sure. I'll just go ahead and be crazy too." he muttered, before stepping back to the woman. "Look, if you want the whole root of this problem dead, for high ranking politicians my rate is two hundred thousand before expenses, half up front. Give me a week, and I'll give you Donat's head."</s>
<|message|>Bristlebane
Bristlebane raised his hand akwardly, "I'm confused, We ARE killing a gaint spider or AREN'T killing a gaint spider?" That was a lot of talking and something about a chicken coup which had really thrown him off. Also he had been still wondering why a gaint spider could spit fire of its mouth, life really wasn't fair, how come some things got to spitfire and he didn't?</s>
<|message|>Damon Farrow
Lord Captain Damon Farrow
Damon heard her telling them that she was planning on acting against Donat and picked up his pace. While Damon was no friend of Donat he was also no friend people telling the world they planned to betray him, since he knew any real threat to Donat would force his hand and his men would be fighting most the Kingdoms armies alone. He began to ease his pace as he reached the group, jogging past the people on the outside and walking to Hazael herself. "Are you MAD!" he said when he arrived, breathing deeply from the frantic sprint down once he heard what she was saying. "Do you want.." he stopped, taking a deep breath "Knight Lieutenant Commander, if anyone breaths a word of this in the palace then the king wont last two minutes!" he took another breath, an uncertain look in his eyes "I should lock you up right now, to stop this getting out of hand..." then he shook his head, the hand clutching his sword hilt dropped, then rose to meet Damon's forehead "But.. I wont. If what you say is true I guess I can.. double the guard and.. and then what?!" His hand dropped down again and he vaguely saluted, he may not follow the normal military ranks but he WAS a soldier, even if she would be more likely to salute him then the other way around. "I suppose I am yours to command, if what you say is true and this is going to happen then what's the kings guard going to do against Donat and his pawns?"</s>
<|message|>Cassie Strom
Cassie grinned at Astarte's back. Guess she touched a nerve. As the siblings began to act all sibling-like with each other, a shapeshifting mage became extremely excited over her cannon. While the constant shifting would probably be slightly jarring, Cassie grew up in the land of the mages. This sort of stuff was too common to really bat an eye at, even if the mages seemed to think everything they did was some grand display of amazing power. She grinned, putting one gloved hand on the boy's...girl's...thing's head with a ruffle.
"It is a cannon, it's the Howler in fact. You can touch it, but as for getting one, you'll need to spend a small fortune. I don't know many gunsmiths who still make them that don't belong to the military."
She gave a wink with another hyena grin.
"I've modified it to Hell and back. Military grade is fine for small jobs but if you want something done right, gotta customize. Won't find another like it. But it should make that spider explode like a big slime-filled bubble. Boom!"
She gave a short bow of sorts, adjusting her monocle as the mage said it's name.
"Wonderful to meet you Nex, I'm Cassie. And if you like explosions as much as I do, we'll get along famously."
Then she heard Hazael openly announce her plans. And the resulting reactions. She tapped her chin for a moment. Cassie wasn't the sharpest sword in the armory, but even she could see the flaw of just about every plan that was just announced. Years of working on bringing large scale problems down had taught her to look for smaller details that most would miss. She looked around, relieved to see that the gate was MOSTLY deserted except by some civilians who weren't particularly interested in a large group of military people.
"Okay, step by step I'm seeing some flaws here. First off, Knight Lieutenant, though honestly openly admitting to rebellion sort of removes your rank, as our happy Lord Captain here has stated, you may have already gotten the royal family killed by announcing your intention. If the Minister, and I'm only saying this as a for instance, heard of your intents and was indeed guilty, then there's no reason to hold off on his plan until the Arachnoblast arrives, but rather speed it up to prevent our intervention."
She made a slight bob over to Bristlebane with a grin.
"Which relies on us killing the monster to avoid it being used as a living siege weapon, oh I like that, can I be referred to like that? But yes, I do believe we are going to go kill a giant spider."
She then focused on the assassin with an ego.
"And let's, again just for fun, pretend you DID manage to bring down the target, as every member of your occupation claims they're the best and I'm sure you're no exception, so an entire castle of guards, mages, and people trained from youth to stop your kind clearly makes nooooo difference. Then what? There's now an entire nation with no leader, fired up over expansionist ideals, and someone with less subtlety than the Minister takes control and makes the situation worse. Or someone who supports the current way of doing things takes over and does an inquisition to find MORE traitors. Or you fail, you're head is piked, and he once again speeds up his plan since he knows he's been outed. You're asking for a lot of money for a bad outcome either way."
She slid the cannon off her shoulders, letting it thud into the ground as she leaned on it, eyeing everyone from behind her monocle.
"Now, doubling the guard doesn't make sense either. Doing so would make the Minister suspicious of why you're doing it. How many of your guard support Donat and how many oppose him? You could just make things worse. You're all shooting at the wall, hoping to break it down, when you need to hit all the foundations at once. If you're goal is to stop a coup, you need to make them unable to move forward but unable to pull back. Or at the very least, force them to start from a weakened position."
She pointed at the assassin.
"A fake attempt on Donat's life, not to kill him, but to let him think something unrelated to his plan was at play. You could stage a fight with the Lord Captain here pretty easily, which leads to..."
Her finger draped over to the Lord Captain.
"Doubling the guard due to this assassin's attempt on his life. Hand choose a select few for duty around the royal family, only ones you KNOW don't support the minister's current plan. No one will question why they have extra protection, and will assume you just picked your elites to do so."
Her finger rested at Hazael's direction.
"Kill the Arachnoblast, as he can't announce that the beast is supposed to arrive alive. He needs it as a surprise. An open conflict with just his supporters could probably go either way, that thing is his trump card. You have orders to kill it. It wouldn't be hard to say the battle became too heated and the body was destroyed in the process. Along with the mage controlling it, who remarkably, had a contract on his body for the assassination of the Minister."
The folded her hands under her chin, tipping the cannon slightly as she grinned.
"Stop the beast. Double the guard. Avoid a power vacuum. In theory, this would hold Donat in place until he finds a new card to play for an advantage. Or, if he makes a move with limited support, the royal family is surrounded by loyalists who get them out of the city, and your coup begins anyway. His power struggle begins with less resources and ahead of his schedule, putting him in a weaker position. No matter what you do, people are going to get hurt and people are going to die. Mostly the innocents. But as I said, this is all just a for instance."</s>
| <|message|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
New TorreaTsubasa
"And let's, again just for fun, pretend you DID manage to bring down the target, as every member of your occupation claims they're the best and I'm sure you're no exception, so an entire castle of guards, mages, and people trained from youth to stop your kind clearly makes nooooo difference. Then what? There's now an entire nation with no leader, fired up over expansionist ideals, and someone with less subtlety than the Minister takes control and makes the situation worse. Or someone who supports the current way of doing things takes over and does an inquisition to find MORE traitors. Or you fail, you're head is piked, and he once again speeds up his plan since he knows he's been outed. You're asking for a lot of money for a bad outcome either way."
"Do I look like I care? No, really, look at my face." Tsubasa glared at the woman, a snarl on his lips and malice in his eyes. "She wants somebody dead. I want money. I kill the guy, I get the money, win-win. Obstacles? Don't care. Power vacuum? Don't care. Whether you, the rest of these people, the poor, the rich, the good, the evil, the starving babies, toothless grandmas, anyone at all lives or dies? Do. Not. Care." He turned back to Hazael. "You're the only one with something to say I DO care about, namely being, are you willing to pay or not? If not, I'll just leave town and find somewhere my services would be more acceptable. Or maybe, when your little coup d'etat goes horribly awry due to the collective incompetence of this bunch of know-nothings, Donat will put some bounties out, and I'll get my money THAT way."</s> |
<|description|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles: The Red Death
Age: 23
Skills:
* Expert Swordsman - Having trained most of his life in the art of the sword, Tsubasa is quite adept with a blade. Drawback: Without a blade he's severely weakened.
* Stealth - Becoming an assassin has taught Tsubasa the importance of stealth. He can't make himself disappear in shadows or ninja his way across buildings, but he's good at staying unnoticed and setting up ambushes. Drawback: Once noticed, he's hard to forget.
* Agility - Tsubasa is significantly faster than the average person during activities such as running and leaping. Drawback: Brute power is lacking.
Magic: [Approved by GM]
Sekiga, Tsubasa's sword, is more than a well made heirloom. In Nijiara, there are legends of famous swordsmiths and swords who were supernatural in ability, becoming more powerful the more enemies they slew, or so sharp they could cut a dragonfly that landed on their blade. Sekiga the Red Fang is one of these, bearing a special enchantment.
Effect: When Sekiga cuts an opponent, it "drinks" their blood and stores it in a hollow inside the hilt. A normal wound will provide 1 "unit" of blood. This blood can be used for three different techniques. 10 units can be stored at a time.
Uses:
Blood Elixir - By drinking the blood in the hilt, Tsubasa can heal minor wounds and accelerate the healing of greater wounds. It requires 3 units of blood. 5 units will heal greater wounds. 7 units will heal all wounds.
Bloody Reaver - A boiling wave of blood is released as a projection of a sword slash to travel roughly ten meters before it begins to fall apart. The target, if struck, is "slashed" as if with a hot blade. Requires 3 units.
Blood Rot - The blood inside the hilt begins to rot and blacken. When using this technique, each cut of the sword on a target will poison them, building over time. One cut will slightly numb the struck limb. Two cuts will paralyze that limb. Three spreads numbness over that side of the body, four over the whole body, and so on and so forth. Each cut consumes 1 unit of blood, and while the technique is in use more blood cannot be drawn.
Equipment:* Sekiga - This sword, its name meaning "Red Fang" is a well forged and well maintained steel katana that has been in Tsubasa's family for generations. It bears a dangerous enchantment.
* Standard Traveling Gear - All that stuff required for world-wandering, like a pack and sleeping bag.
* Extra Clothes - In his line of work, Tsubasa often makes use of disguises.
Personality: Cold, sarcastic, unnecessarily hostile, determined to the point of obsession. Seems somewhat tired all the time, with a haggard expression, but when focused or angry his eyes grow sharp and bright once more. Cares little about people and a great deal about money and status. However, in rare moments, there are hints of a great sorrow within, and it seems not all of his traits are genuine...
Biography:
Tsubasa's ancestors were famous sword masters, and from the age of six he was trained in the art of the blade by his father. Tsubasa's mother, however, was a foreigner to Nijiara, and he inherited her hair and eyes. This made him somewhat of an oddity among his neighbors, and he was treated as such. He experienced many hardships, and one in particular drove him away from the village where he grew up. To make a living he resorted to using his blade for any reason at all, regardless of what side of the law he was on. Gangs, banditry, and finally, assassination.
Tsubasa eventually became well known in the underworld of Nijiara, perhaps a little too much so. It was then that he heard that the king of New Torrea had fallen ill and that the kingdom's Minister had new, questionable policies.
A throne ripe for taking, a politician that people didn't like. It sounded like a ripe job market ready to burst, so Tsubasa packed his necessities and struck out on the road.
Others: Often uses berry juice, crushed flowers, or other methods of dying his hair to prevent himself from standing out when on the job. Still, some of the color often manages to shine through, giving him his nickname in the underworld.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex frowned as the lady ran away, he had wanted to learn the magic, why didn't she want to teach him. 'Maybe it was because she didn't want something for nothing, maybe I should trade, let her touch the book and learn my magic, then she can teach me hers. That'd be fun.' With a smile on his face, he gave a wave to the other guy who had asked for learning before jumping down from the top of the building, tendrils catching him and slowing his descent by forming a slide, which deposited him right next to the red headed lady and sme other guy. They seemed to be whispering something o each other, but Nex didn't care, he wanted to learn that magic know!
"Hey lady, do you want to trade magic? Is that why you won't teach me? If so I can teach you mine, it's easy to learn," He reached into his cloak before pulling out a thick tome, the cover covered in thick black scales that seemed to pulsate at every second, the pages seemed ragged and were yellowed with age. Upon contact with the light of day, the scales of the book shiver and started to move ever slightly, a pulse of sickening magical energy filling the area, unnoticeable to all but magic users them selves, or those with an apt sense for such things. It would trickle down their spines, filling them with a feeling of unease and possibly disgust. "All you have to do is open the book and boom, you got it. Well, there is some stuff in between, but Nex can't remember what it is." Nex's eye became uncharacteristically distant and dull as he tried to recall those memories, but they were hazy and indistinct, understanding seeming to float just out of reach. Nex quickly snapped out of his stupor, however, and was back to his chipper self again. He was abut to say something else, when his body suddenly snapped straight, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head and his mouth open in a silent scream. He stayed like that for a moment, before his body relaxed and his eye came back down, though his entire demeanor seemed to have changed.
Gone was the childish and friendly aura that had surrounded him, now replaced by one of calm speculation, vast intellect, and a look in his eye that could make even the most bold of men cower when forced to behold it.
"Excuse me for the interruption, but I had to stop my apprentice from doing something stupid and potentially dangerous. My name. . . is not important right now, all you need to know is that I am this boy''s master and that he does not have the authority to teach you anything about our magic, and he very nearly got you killed. This grimoire belongs to me, and can only be safely wielded by me and those I deem worthy, if somebody un approved were to touch it, they would be struck by a very fatal disease, dying a slow painful death. . . if hey are lucky. As for the unlucky ones, well,they have their uses. So, if you don't wish to be a new experiment for my studies or die, I would heartily recommend not touching the book."</s>
<|message|>Hazael Michaellis
Astarte & Hazael
Hazael sighed. She just knew that people would mostly be like this. Incredulous at best, aggressive at worst. It wasn't like this movement had no head and feet. Hazael had obviously thought thoroughly about it. She had already issued orders and many other things. Her soldiers and those loyal to the king were on standby, ready to counter the coup d'etat whenever it might arise. It wasn't an insurrection what she was doing. It was the resistance against said insurrection. Astarte heard everything, and knew that more than one of the guys there were right about one thing. Hazael sounded like crazy.
"They are right, sis, completely so! How do you think announcing this in broad daylight will work in your favor!? Are you an idiot, sis?!" Astarte snapped and started shouting at his sister, before a slap, fast as lightning, went across his cheek. Astarte was surprised, to say the least.
"I see your point, everyone. Indeed, announcing this in broad daylight is crazy. However, don't you think I already have something planned for being as bold as to put up those fliers? My steel has already verified who is guilty and who is innocent. The Dragon Knight is the only one still uncertain, I can only hope he is loyal to his king, at the very least." She quickly turned to Damon. "Double the guard, of course, would be the most logic course of action, but as said by our friend Cassie here, doing so without a reason. You, the assassin. I'll give you double, no, triple your normal fees. I get what Cassie is saying, but make it a fake attempt on his majesty's life. One that will end in a failure. Get arrested, be thrown into the dungeons and then escape. My agents will provide your weapons and armor that will be stripped from you after the arrest. Damon will have an excuse to increase the guard, and we will have the perfect alibi. An army has already been rallied, by me. We will defeat the Arachnoblaster tomorrow, make sure he loses his trump card, and then return to the kingdom. I fear that by the time we do, though, the rebellion might have already started." After that long explanation, she took a deep breath. Astarte merely listened to what his sister had to say.
"We aren't rebelling, we are actually the last line of defense against the coup d'etat staged by the prime minister. We'll meet here tomorrow at afternoon. If any of you feel like going to the prime minister or trying to arrest me, you'll receive an arrow to the knee, err, I mean, to the head. This is no joke. The king's life is in danger, princess Strea must also be protected at all costs." She thought she had answered all the questions everyone directed at her. "Anymore questions? If not, feel free to go back to your houses, and we will meet again tomorrow. I pray that all of us are safe through the night. My knights will be watching over you."</s>
<|message|>Bristlebane
Bristlebane was somewhat skeptical of the ability of the army lady's archers to be EVERYWHERE, and was pretty sure that he could make it to the prime minister if he felt like. In fact he was almost tempted to simply because of the challenge of it, but more importantly, he needed to know how to use paper magic. He now realized that his thoughts before were to small, why stop at paper airplanes. Why not create.... PAPER ROCKETS THAT COULD FLY TO OUTER SPACE. He giggly excitedly at the thought as he moved out of the nice paper lady's way and followed her down to ground floor again. The cool shadowy magicy guy was offering her a deal, frantically Bristlebane thought of what he had that she would want. Money? he had lots of that, wait that was it. The nice army lady said that they could meet back here tomorrow and do some fun stuff like blowing up the spider thingy so he filed away that information and then moved onto his plan. "Hey nice lady, i have an offer for you and its a good one. If you teach me how to use paper magic then... I'll be a slave for you! I can do lots of things, like carry things, make music for you, ummmm, set up camp if you ever need to do that, and i got lots of money so I can pay for you if you want to stay at an inn or something." he said to Chloe beaming with delight at his brilliant idea. He was positive that there was no way the magic lady would refuse his generous offer and he would finally learn how to use magic. For some reason all the other mages he managed to find had told him that he was to wild and irresponsible. Bristlebane had no idea why, last time he broke into a bank he had totally owned up to, coincidentally that town had had a really nice prison.</s>
<|message|>Salazar Theroux
Salazar felt the emotions of the party that had gathered pressing against the walls of the mental fortress constructed in the illusionists mind. It was akin to the heady feeling of drunkenness yet every muddled feeling, emotion and question came to his mind with complete clarity. It was a heady cocktail of confidence, fear, aggression, loyalty and deceit. One that told Salazar all he needed to know about the party. His eyelids shut for a second as he remembered the instruction his teacher had once bestowed upon him.
"An Illusionist is nothing without the inborn ability to read minds" The grizzled Grim growled at the young man that was his protégé "To heed the darkest fears and the most upheld ideals is how we ply our trade…so you must learn to decipher the emotions" the man's voice was more guttural noise than human words "Got it? Good"
Salazar opened his eyes to the group which had once more gotten bigger in the moments he had taken to compose himself. Things were crawling walls and another mage had gathered to the cause. The little trip of reverie down memory lane had taken longer than the Illusionist had expected. He caught the final part of Hazael's speech and nodded gently, the fighting was something he could possibly not help with too greatly…illusions were notoriously ineffective against things of lower intelligence. Looking over the group he noticed a prostrated man kneeling to the mage that had appeared. He stifled a grin "ahh…Chloe Chevalier…such an honour that you grace us with our presence" he said with a good natured smile before clapping Hazael on the shoulder and leaning down to whisper to her "When they leave…I must have a chat with you…in private" He straightened back up and held his palm out, blue energy flowing into it and creating multiples of the little blue bird messengers that was his favoured method of communication. He breathed animation in to them before letting them loose to gather some favours he deemed necessary. The birds, crystalline sapphire formations, shot into the air and spread out quickly.</s>
| <|message|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
New TorreaTsubasa
"Triple, huh? You remember, I hope, that half of my fee is paid up front and that it may increase based on expenses I incur?" Tsubasa crossed his arms as he turned to Hazael, but this time he wore the smallest semblance of a smirk. "My equipment is very important to me. Having it taken away, even temporarily, is going to cost you. But, for three times the price...sure. Consider Donat as good as dead." He turned away to head back to the same inn he'd mentioned before. "Remember, half the money by tomorrow, or I can't guarantee anything gets done. Same inn as before, ask for Kojiro."
A fake attempt on the King, for the purposes of getting close to Donat. A bit of a roundabout...but potentially two birds with one stone, if he played his cards right. The fake attempt would give him the layout of the castle, and having the guards under Hazael's control on his side would give him plenty of escape opportunities or ways to get back into places that would no doubt be under heavier guard after the attempt on the King. It wasn't nearly as bad a plan as he'd initially thought, but...only an amateur wouldn't expect something to go wrong. No strategy, no matter how articulate, survives reaching the battlefield.
He'd need to do a little bit of "research" tonight...but that would be no problem.</s> |
<|description|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles: The Red Death
Age: 23
Skills:
* Expert Swordsman - Having trained most of his life in the art of the sword, Tsubasa is quite adept with a blade. Drawback: Without a blade he's severely weakened.
* Stealth - Becoming an assassin has taught Tsubasa the importance of stealth. He can't make himself disappear in shadows or ninja his way across buildings, but he's good at staying unnoticed and setting up ambushes. Drawback: Once noticed, he's hard to forget.
* Agility - Tsubasa is significantly faster than the average person during activities such as running and leaping. Drawback: Brute power is lacking.
Magic: [Approved by GM]
Sekiga, Tsubasa's sword, is more than a well made heirloom. In Nijiara, there are legends of famous swordsmiths and swords who were supernatural in ability, becoming more powerful the more enemies they slew, or so sharp they could cut a dragonfly that landed on their blade. Sekiga the Red Fang is one of these, bearing a special enchantment.
Effect: When Sekiga cuts an opponent, it "drinks" their blood and stores it in a hollow inside the hilt. A normal wound will provide 1 "unit" of blood. This blood can be used for three different techniques. 10 units can be stored at a time.
Uses:
Blood Elixir - By drinking the blood in the hilt, Tsubasa can heal minor wounds and accelerate the healing of greater wounds. It requires 3 units of blood. 5 units will heal greater wounds. 7 units will heal all wounds.
Bloody Reaver - A boiling wave of blood is released as a projection of a sword slash to travel roughly ten meters before it begins to fall apart. The target, if struck, is "slashed" as if with a hot blade. Requires 3 units.
Blood Rot - The blood inside the hilt begins to rot and blacken. When using this technique, each cut of the sword on a target will poison them, building over time. One cut will slightly numb the struck limb. Two cuts will paralyze that limb. Three spreads numbness over that side of the body, four over the whole body, and so on and so forth. Each cut consumes 1 unit of blood, and while the technique is in use more blood cannot be drawn.
Equipment:* Sekiga - This sword, its name meaning "Red Fang" is a well forged and well maintained steel katana that has been in Tsubasa's family for generations. It bears a dangerous enchantment.
* Standard Traveling Gear - All that stuff required for world-wandering, like a pack and sleeping bag.
* Extra Clothes - In his line of work, Tsubasa often makes use of disguises.
Personality: Cold, sarcastic, unnecessarily hostile, determined to the point of obsession. Seems somewhat tired all the time, with a haggard expression, but when focused or angry his eyes grow sharp and bright once more. Cares little about people and a great deal about money and status. However, in rare moments, there are hints of a great sorrow within, and it seems not all of his traits are genuine...
Biography:
Tsubasa's ancestors were famous sword masters, and from the age of six he was trained in the art of the blade by his father. Tsubasa's mother, however, was a foreigner to Nijiara, and he inherited her hair and eyes. This made him somewhat of an oddity among his neighbors, and he was treated as such. He experienced many hardships, and one in particular drove him away from the village where he grew up. To make a living he resorted to using his blade for any reason at all, regardless of what side of the law he was on. Gangs, banditry, and finally, assassination.
Tsubasa eventually became well known in the underworld of Nijiara, perhaps a little too much so. It was then that he heard that the king of New Torrea had fallen ill and that the kingdom's Minister had new, questionable policies.
A throne ripe for taking, a politician that people didn't like. It sounded like a ripe job market ready to burst, so Tsubasa packed his necessities and struck out on the road.
Others: Often uses berry juice, crushed flowers, or other methods of dying his hair to prevent himself from standing out when on the job. Still, some of the color often manages to shine through, giving him his nickname in the underworld.</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
Dante smiled briefly at Chloe's nervousness, before putting the pistol away. "Don't worry, it isn't loaded, nor are the bullets really able to combust right now. We'll be fine." he said, waving a hand in the air, smiling. He knew his craft, the gun would be working. It was meant specifically for this spider. "Anyways, anything happened with you yesterday after the meeting?" Dante asked, before turning his attention to everyone else, but keeping an ear ready for Chloe's response, and his gun hidden now in his cloak, as to hopefully calm her down a little.</s>
<|message|>Bristlebane
Bristlebane looked down sheepishly at the necklace he had stole to bribe the paper lady that WAS the necklace that Nex had copied. Well now if he gave it to her he would just look stupid. Well plan A down. Oh well there was more where that came from, "So when do we kill, this spider thingy?" he asked to no one in particular.</s>
<|message|>Hazael Michaellis
Kendrick, Astarte & Hazael
After the arrival of Chloe, Kendrick just smiled at her with the best ladykiller smile he had in his repertory. "Very much so! That's a nice body if I ever saw one! Would you be willing to accompany me all the way to my chambers? I swear you won't regret it." Kendrick said, taking the girl's hand and kissing it. "My name, as you may or may not know, is Kendrick, Lieutenant and the Sniper of the Triumvirate." Kendrick said, never letting his plastic smile fade away. Still, when a girl looking exactly the same as Chloe falled upon Astarte and then another girl called him cutie, he just couldn't shut up. "Oh, c'mon! How come the easily flustered one is more popular with girls than I am!?"
"I-I 'ave told you before! My name 's Astarte, an' ya better use it!" Astarte said, his accent deep as always. After Nex climbed down from him, he just sighed.
"Assie, Assie, your accent is showing." Kendrick said, mocking his brother, who looked really flustered and covered his mouth. Hazael could only sigh.
"All right, seems everyone's here, with some exceptions but most of us are here anyway. It's good to see that you are well armed. We will be leaving as of right now. I hope you are carrying enough food and supplies, since the Evergreen Forest isn't all that near from here. You know what's our objective already and why we are doing this. By the time we return, I hope the fighting hasn't already started..."
Evergreen Woods, at a certain log cabin.
The two Michaellis sisters were hiding inside their little and brittle wood house. Before, it was barely furnished and now it looked like a high class appartment, but the fact that it was still only a log house remained. The fire would soon reach it, and the two sisters while it was at it. The older of the two, Uriah, decided to stop cowering back in fear. She hurried to the entrance and took one of the swords that her other siblings had left there, for protection if needed be some day. "I'll be right back! Stay hidden, Isabel!" She said, before hurrying out of the house with a determined look in her face and before her sister could say anything.
"Sis!" The youngest of the Michaellis sisters shouted, before her sister disappeared through the front door.
Running as fast as her two legs could carry her, Uriah hurried through the woods. Only to come face to face with the Arachnoblaster, and all of her rowdyness escaped her after seeing the horrific monster standing in front of her. Her eyes went blank, she felt like screaming. She was about to, but she stopped herself. After seeing the men that were accompanying it... It was nothing as simple as just a monster. She dropped the blade and hurried back to her home, hoping no one had seen her.</s>
<|message|>Salazar Theroux
After the little meeting Salazar and Hazael had, an exchange of information and confirmation of fears from both parties, Salazar blinked away once more. Returning to the room he had taken refuge in for the last fortnight he gathered the items that he deemed relevant and necessary, packing them away and organizing his thoughts. Monotonous activities always allowed Salazar to compartmentalize things and establish a baseline for the day. He breathed in deeply before collapsing into a seated position in the middle of the room after the cleaning was done. Cloaked in the sapphire aura that was his trademark, the illusionist mentally prepared himself for the lesson with his instructor. The dog eared leather bound book in his hand writhed with emerald flames.
Salazar's eyes snapped open, the deep blue burning with unnatural colour. The lesson had lasted the entire night and Grim had once again proclaimed that Salazar had advanced further down the path of an Illusionist. Grim had even imparted some of his own constructs into the young mages mind. Salazar looked at the pale sunlight the cut through the thin sheets these people considered curtains and decided it was once again time to make his travel easier. He grabbed his things and focused on the ever present mental wavelength the Triumvirate exuded. He popped out of existence from the room and once again reconstructed himself from a mental image within Hazael's mind. The group was filled with something else today...sex was on someone's mind. It always tasted vaguely of sugar to Salazar's mind. Anger was always strongly acidic…depression was sour and fear was….intoxicating to him. He loved feeling fear in a mind. He gave a small shudder before tuning in to the conversation "Don't tell her that Kendrick…the ego of Chloe is big enough as is" He said with a good natured grin before clapping his hands together and creating a small illusion of the Arachnoblaster "So…we ready to hunt a bigger one?" Salazar said as the spider skittered up to Salazar's shoulder and prepared to jump on to Hazael.</s>
| <|message|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
New TorreaTsubasa
After he left the gathering of crazies, Tsubasa had at first returned to his inn. He spent a great deal of time checking and double checking his equipment; he sharpened his sword, but not quite to a razor keen edge. If he had to clash blades, he didn't want the sword too brittle. A razor sharp edge might cut, but it would also shatter. A decent whetting was good enough to cut through flesh without sacrificing the integrity of the blade. He sorted through his supplies and extra clothing; he would need a disguise in case he were discovered snooping around the castle. His black coat and normal dark clothing was just personal choice--for actual stealth, he would need something dark enough to blend into the surroundings at night. Anything that was an actual, solid black would be unnatural. Dusk turned things a hazy blue, or a shade of midnight, or a dull gray.
By the time he was done making his preparations it was much later. He ate a meal, and then sat on his bed for some time, relaxing and meditating, his sheathed weapon lying across his lap. A knock at the door prompted him to open a single eye.
"Come in."
The man was wearing casual clothing, but Tsubasa had an eye for these things and knew he had seen combat. The way he held himself, the man had to have been a soldier.
"You are Mr. Kojiro?" he said. When Tsubasa nodded, he held up a sealed envelope. The wax was blank, no signet...but it was also a deep red color, the kind from expensive candles only people in high standing could afford. "I've a letter for you from a mutual acquaintance."
"And?" The soldier stepped aside, and a pageboy walked in carrying a chest of coins. He placed the chest in front of Tsubasa and backed out. With the toe of his boot the assassin opened its simple catch lock and pushed the top over. He stared at the contents for several moments as the soldier and page stood nervously awaiting his response.
"Alright." he said finally. "That looks about right." He opened both eyes now and gave them an icy stare. "Thanks. You can go now."
He had the money--Three hundred thousand up front. Hell, that was more than he would've gotten for a normal job of this caliber. He could just high tail it out of the city now with this and let that knight woman and those crazies deal with this for themselves.
But of course, that would tarnish his reputation. And that would affect future employers.
Again he checked and double checked his equipment. He secured what belongings he would not be taking with him, and the chest, in his room and left the inn in a set of clothes not at all conspicuous from those of the still bustling citizens around him. His hair was now a deep, chocolate brown after a quick wash with a special dye. As the sun set, he nonchalantly set off down the streets, taking a long-about route that would take him past the castle a few times.
For the rest of that night, he did his "research."
And the next day, as the rest of the group gathered around Hazael for a second time, a pair of servants driving a cart full of laundry underwent their usual daily inspection at the castle gates before being waved through. Tsubasa was in.</s> |
<|description|>Salazar Theroux
Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles: The Advocate, Ambassador, The Court's Mask.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Skills:
-Skilled Manipulator: Salazar has always had a way with words. He has perfected this skill to the point where he can convince people of innocence and bluff his way out of most situations.
-Friends In High and Low Places: Salazar's position in life has given him the unique situation of a Court mainstay and an information broker, as such he has many connections to lords and beggers alike.
- Rudimentary sword skills.
Magic:
- Illusionist: Illusion magic is as varied as it can get, but can never cause harm through the spells themselves. It is the ability to project images into reality, alter how people see and hear the world, alter the mind of those targeted.
Equipment:
-Light traveling clothes
- A short sword
- A small dog eared leather-bound book.
Personality: Salazar is a man whose personality is hard to pin down. A consummate liar, a man of sociopathic tendencies and an innate ability to feign emotions leads people to believe that Salazar is indeed a genuine person with emotions, it is mostly far from the truth. Salazar does have moments when he shows some emotion, though they are few and far between.
Biography:
Salazar was born to a noble family, the eldest of three and the only son. Salazar was expected from a young age to be a near perfect court identity. This plan fell away when it was discovered he had the ability to use magic, or in his case...the ability to craft illusions. As such, the plan altered to create Salazar into the absolute Perfect court identity. Sent away to be instructed by an illustrious Illusionist, Salazar returned in a much shorter time than expected, returning with mystical skill and a single leather-bound book.
Years passed, education and court seasons building Salazar into the consummate liar and manipulator. But with the years came a penchant to explore. Salazar eventually withdrew from his court with a lords permission to explore the world and return with new stories to share.
Others: Don't get him drunk.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex nodded as Hazael correct him in how to say her name. "Got it, Hazael, not Hazel. Nex will make sure to remember that. As for name, Nex doesn't remember, so Nex goes by Nex, I am Nex, Nex is me, Nex is Nex." He giggled slightly, at a joke only he seemed to hear or understand. He took some time to fold up the flyer and stuff it into the cloak he was wearing. Underneath said cloak, Nex was wearing no shirt, some gauze wrappings around his arms that went from his hands down to his elbows, and some ragged black breeches that seemed to be falling apart at the seems. He also wore a thick, black belt, which seemed to have something attached to it, but it couldn't be seen due to the cloak hiding it from view.
"Nex came cause Nex was bored, Arachnoblaster sounds like fun. Oh," Nex turned around quickly to address the red headed stranger, taking a secind to look at the sword. He could ferk some kind of energy from it, meaning it must be enchanted, though what that might be was a mystery. Turning his eyes back up to the swords owner face, he smiled again.
"Glad to meet you, Red head, my na e is Nex, what is your name, and is it okay if I call you Red Head?" Nex also wanted to say high to the lady on the bench, but she was trying to be sneaky, and it would be rude of him to point her out like that.</s>
<|message|>Ralena
Ralena watched as a few more people moved along the street.
Someone else joined the two that were near the wall. Another male.
"That makes three so far," she said quietly, speaking into the air. She took a moment to look directly at the three people ahead and ended up making eye contact with one of them. She stared at the young woman for a few moments, before returning to her reading again.
I can't make out what they're saying, but it's too soon to move in. Who knows how many more may show up.
A man began his way down the streets, pushing a fruit cart along the street. Ralena blinked for a moment, before standing and putting her reading material back in her pocket. She waved a hand to the man with the cart and jogged over to him.
"How much are two of these?" she asked the man, looking at some of the fruit.
Eventually, she bit into a juicy fruit, while standing in the middle of the street. She looked at the small group near the wall and raised her arm, eventually letting the fruit fly towards the three people. She didn't aim at any of them in particular, but if no one moved it was sure to hit at least one of them.
The fruit was medium sized and had a soft, but firm texture on the outside.</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
"Guns huh? Well, I wouldn't know about those," Chloe said jovially in response as she listened to him speak, though in truth she was quite serious. Her form of magic required her to possess a rather in depth knowledge of the shapes and properties of weapons. The more she knew the easier it was to create them through her magic. Swords were easy. Shields were even easier if you wanted something simple but strong. Guns though, guns were a weapon that she could not create with her magic. Too many moving parts for a start. She moved over to the table that he had indicated and knelt down before the chest and looked it over. She did not go to open it.
"I will be, in a manner of speaking, though not without those rods~" she said in an almost lyrical, singsong tone. "I may need to use them before the day is out you see, depending on what the young lady knight has to say~" The truth at the moment was that she had no idea what was going to happen when she got her answer. She might even need to use them on the lady herself, if it came to it. She looked at the blacksmiths back and stared at him for a moment as a thought occurred to her.
"Chloe Magnolia Chevalier, at your service my lord craftsman," she said playfully without a hint of apparent sarcasm.</s>
<|message|>Avon L. Ruhame
Avon Ruhame
After noting the poster's information and pounding into his brain the location and time, he decided he would check it out a little bit early. He glanced at the poster before he left to see the gates, as much as he would've loved to take the poster himself so he could easily reference the information, that might have made it so others wouldn't know about it. And ruining other people's job opportunities wasn't something he was up for. So, after speaking the information aloud in order to get it down for sure, he meandered over towards the gate.
' Wow, fuck. I hope they still have room for me. ' Not only did it look like there was a meeting about it today, but it was packed! If Avon had any other promising jobs he could've got, he would probably had just left. But his curiosity and trouble looking for work in the town made it so he would stay. The people around him didn't look all that untrustworthy, however handfull of them gave off some shady vibes. Not that it mattered, if there were this many people the job would most likely be a huge success. 'It'd be as smooth as a lynchin' was the wording he used when he thought about it. Well, with this many people though the money might be split into pretty small chunks, and the job offer never said it was going to pay well. As Avon drew closer, he was able to pick out who was Hazael, and what she was saying.
Instantly he felt like an idiot. Wow If I ain't the biggest dumbass in this crowd I would never find who is. He had thought the spider was some company brand, or what symbol the group would be representing. Not what they were hunting! Oh well, at least no one knew that's what he thought it would be. He was also surprised at the job request itself. Now, Avon isn't, nor ever was too great of a monster hunter, but a job like this was one he was somewhat excited to go on. Helping scientists, killing baddies, getting payed, sounded like a honest job! So long as he wasn't expected to extort some old men after the job was done he was ready to go! After Hazael finished explaining the job, she asked for those present to introduce themselves. Avon decided on waiting a bit before throwing himself out there, people probably wouldn't want to hear about the wandering amateur gunsmith anyway.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex's cloak flew outwards as a tendril of black intercepted the fruit that seemed to be headed his way, spearing it right through the center. It retreated slightly, stopping only to allow Nex to pull the fruit off of it, then it dispersed nothingness. Nex took a bite out of it, enjoying the taste of it, sweet yet tart at the same time. Nex walked over to the person who has thrown the fruit, his ever present smile still plastered on his face.
"You know it's not nice to throw things lady, people could get hurt. But now that you've stopped trying to be sneaky, Nex can ask you who you are. Nex likes having a lot of friends, would you like to be one of them?" Nex continued to munch on the fruit, nodding towards the lady as he continued to speak. "Also, thanks for fruit, it's very good."
Akira</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
Dante listened to the girl talk, ears perking up when he heard about the rods. He looked at her, dropping the final complete rod into the cloth he had set up next to the anvil, the rod clinking as it hit the others. "Why are you talking like that?" he asked, giving her an odd gaze. When she mentioned her name and being at his service, he cocked his head, eyes widening a little. "Oh, uh... ok. I'm Dante Obsid. Pleasure to meet you." Dante said calmly, handing the bag with the items to the girl. He put up the 'Gone for awhile' sign, and stepped out, shaking his cloak after grabbing his sword, the sharp blade at his waist. "Anyways, I'm off about this adventure. Feel free to follow!" He said, mimicking the sing-song voice and dashing off, using the same path he did when he first moved here, jumping off the side, landing on an old, steady roof, and running along it, jumping aside, not many bothering to look up, and he made his way to the gate, wanting to hear about the adventure. Hearing about this from one like Hazeal, surprised him. He was excited. Something like this hadn't happened to him before. His blood rushed at the thought. He soon was in sight of the gate of the capital, running and waving, hoping he wasn't too late.</s>
<|message|>Cassie Strom
"Right, sorry Sir."
Cassie backed off on the teasing, slowing her pace to let the young man take the lead. While she was fully willing to fluster and annoy, she wasn't willing to ACTUALLY undermine a superior officer's pride and authority in public. Despite her attitude, she was a soldier, and a good one at that. Plus, Astarte seemed surprisingly innocent and full of idealism. She didn't have the heart to crush that. At the mention of her wages, however, her thoughts turned to Donat as she puffed her pipe quietly. Expansion of the empire would cripple, rather than bring power. The other nations wouldn't just stand around and let themselves be pushed back. They'd fight. The grand dream of a mighty empire would fracture. Internal power struggles, the poor get trampled, civil war, suppression...Cassie's mind flicked back and forth. Not so much on the potential war, not even on whether or not the nation would survive...but on which side she'd find herself. On one hand, she disagreed heavily with the idea of expansionism. The other nations were allies, there was peace. Living in poverty had let the bombardier learn many things, the least of which being that no matter what's happening, it's the weak and poor who suffer for the strong and rich.
But on the other hand, her family relied on her own military wages to stay above the water. If she opposed Donat openly, assuming she wasn't executed on the spot, she'd be discharged from the military. Her family would crumble. A matter of pride and principal versus family and necessity. She had time to decide. She would see what the Knight Lieutenant was planning. It could be a ruse to sniff out those who opposed Donat and kill them. See how things go. Make a decision then. For now, focus on the fact that she'd got to unload her Howler into a living monster, instead of another damn training dummy. The thought filled her with glee as she adjusted the straps to her massive harness, already measuring the charges in her head. Judging by the name and the mention of silk, this thing was a spider of some sort. Hard shell. Squishy interiors. She couldn't help herself at the thought of seeing gore filled explosions from each shot she'd let loose. Puncture slugs would do amazing things to such a beast.
"Don't suppose we'll be getting paid for this hunt sir? I could use some extra money, and I AM using my personal powders for this. The stuff the treasury springs for just doesn't have the oomph or the flare that makes every shot so damn beautiful. Gotta tinker a bit to give it that extra burn."
She bit her lip, picking up the pace to match Astarte's as they neared the gate. Looked like quite the crowd had gathered actually. She wiped at her monocle, adjusting the cravat on her coat and cracking her knuckles happily, the massive Howler Cannon dwarfing just about everyone in attendance.</s>
| <|message|>Salazar Theroux
Salazar held his arm up, palm flattened as the bird returned to him. The images, sounds and shapes that the illusion had seen and heard flooded violently into his mind. The process was always a little painful as images ripped into his head and allocated their positions in his internal timeline. The bird chirped gently before blinking out of existence. Salazar folded his arms and closed his eyes slowly. This was another painful part of altering a minds, travelling through them. His body blinked out of existence in the court and shortly materialized in the middle of the group that had gathered.
"Hello everyone" he spun around, taking in the faces that surrounded him "well isn't this a quaint meeting" he smiled and bowed gently, the last of the residual blue energy his magic created flicking off him like ethereal flames. He turned to Hazael and smiled "A pleasure as always, Hazael" he clasped her hand and pressed the back of her hand to his lips before looking back towards the others "Salazar Theroux, a pleasure to meet you all" his eyes flicked up to the massive cannon and knew that meant one thing. She was joining the hunt. Salazar smiled inwardly.
She is always a fun companion Grim whispered in Salazar's ear.</s> |
<|description|>Salazar Theroux
Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles: The Advocate, Ambassador, The Court's Mask.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Skills:
-Skilled Manipulator: Salazar has always had a way with words. He has perfected this skill to the point where he can convince people of innocence and bluff his way out of most situations.
-Friends In High and Low Places: Salazar's position in life has given him the unique situation of a Court mainstay and an information broker, as such he has many connections to lords and beggers alike.
- Rudimentary sword skills.
Magic:
- Illusionist: Illusion magic is as varied as it can get, but can never cause harm through the spells themselves. It is the ability to project images into reality, alter how people see and hear the world, alter the mind of those targeted.
Equipment:
-Light traveling clothes
- A short sword
- A small dog eared leather-bound book.
Personality: Salazar is a man whose personality is hard to pin down. A consummate liar, a man of sociopathic tendencies and an innate ability to feign emotions leads people to believe that Salazar is indeed a genuine person with emotions, it is mostly far from the truth. Salazar does have moments when he shows some emotion, though they are few and far between.
Biography:
Salazar was born to a noble family, the eldest of three and the only son. Salazar was expected from a young age to be a near perfect court identity. This plan fell away when it was discovered he had the ability to use magic, or in his case...the ability to craft illusions. As such, the plan altered to create Salazar into the absolute Perfect court identity. Sent away to be instructed by an illustrious Illusionist, Salazar returned in a much shorter time than expected, returning with mystical skill and a single leather-bound book.
Years passed, education and court seasons building Salazar into the consummate liar and manipulator. But with the years came a penchant to explore. Salazar eventually withdrew from his court with a lords permission to explore the world and return with new stories to share.
Others: Don't get him drunk.</s>
<|message|>Bristlebane
Bristlebane's magic senses tingled again as a lot of it was used and it was emitting from... up on the roof. "Yeah blowing stuff up, tell me when we do something fun." he said to the cool living siege weapon, Then he quickly followed the creepy cool shadow it guy/girl up swinging the building using the sign and landing on the top almost the same time Nex did. "Hey you can't team him how to and not me, teach me tooooooo!" he said eagerly. Think of what he could do what paper magic. His paper airplanes would be class S, no one would be able to top them.</s>
<|message|>Ralena
Ralena watched as many more people arrived and soon the details of this mission were soon made clear.
Well then. Seems like I was right to come here afterall.
She listened to everyone around, slowly learning more about each person nearby as they spoke.
With a grin, she continued to listen to the ongoing conversation.</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
Chloe cocked her head on its side, her eyes wide and clearly a little confused by the sudden turn of events. Within the space of a few heartbeats another magi had scaled the wall using some dark energy. At roughly the same moment another person had scaled the wall with the ease of a monkey and now stood off to her other side. As attacks came it was most...unsettling. The magi had almost immediately prostrated himself before her. Which is not usually how this kind of thing went. The monkey joined in almost at once, as if in competition. "E-excuse me?" she managed, her brow twitching as she struggled to comprehend the situation.
She looked down below and saw a reassuringly familiar face and reacted by using another exploding column of paper to propel herself into the air and away from her two newest...admirers? Her coat dissolved and rushed ahead of her, creating a cushion that softened her fall by catching her before reforming into her white paper coat. Chloe slipped behind Dante. "Remember when I asked if you could use what you make?" she half whispered to him meaningfully as she stared up thoughtfully at the dark magic user for just a moment. She turned her gaze and looked at the ensemble that had assembled. Knights, soldiers, mercenaries? A dark mage. A monkey in human form.
"Admirers aside," she said as she drew her attention toward the one she assumed to be Hazael. She looked meaningfully at the woman and made a show of curtseying to the knight. "Chloe Magnolia Chevalier, here to join your little....rebellion?" she said as she looked at the multitude of faces. It was obvious that not everyone here was in agreement. That could prove...useful. "It is a nice day for it, after all."</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
Dante pivoted around on one foot when he heard a rustling sound, and was greeted by Chloe... falling from the sky? Suddenly, before she hit the ground, her cloak turned into paper? And it softened her landing, allowing her to make a graceful decent into the ranks, before she got to him. "Whoa! What's up with that!?" he asked, amazed and curious about her magic, or skill. "What type of magic is that? I've never heard about it." Dante asked, quite curious about it. "Remember when I asked if you could use what you make?" Chloe asked, in a whisper and seemingly worried about something. "Yea, I can use swords, even pistols, if I get my hands on them." he whispered back, putting a hand on the almost invisible sword hilt in his cloak, the blade hidden behind his cloak as well. "It's the special blade I made for myself." he told her, grinning.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex frowned as the lady ran away, he had wanted to learn the magic, why didn't she want to teach him. 'Maybe it was because she didn't want something for nothing, maybe I should trade, let her touch the book and learn my magic, then she can teach me hers. That'd be fun.' With a smile on his face, he gave a wave to the other guy who had asked for learning before jumping down from the top of the building, tendrils catching him and slowing his descent by forming a slide, which deposited him right next to the red headed lady and sme other guy. They seemed to be whispering something o each other, but Nex didn't care, he wanted to learn that magic know!
"Hey lady, do you want to trade magic? Is that why you won't teach me? If so I can teach you mine, it's easy to learn," He reached into his cloak before pulling out a thick tome, the cover covered in thick black scales that seemed to pulsate at every second, the pages seemed ragged and were yellowed with age. Upon contact with the light of day, the scales of the book shiver and started to move ever slightly, a pulse of sickening magical energy filling the area, unnoticeable to all but magic users them selves, or those with an apt sense for such things. It would trickle down their spines, filling them with a feeling of unease and possibly disgust. "All you have to do is open the book and boom, you got it. Well, there is some stuff in between, but Nex can't remember what it is." Nex's eye became uncharacteristically distant and dull as he tried to recall those memories, but they were hazy and indistinct, understanding seeming to float just out of reach. Nex quickly snapped out of his stupor, however, and was back to his chipper self again. He was abut to say something else, when his body suddenly snapped straight, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head and his mouth open in a silent scream. He stayed like that for a moment, before his body relaxed and his eye came back down, though his entire demeanor seemed to have changed.
Gone was the childish and friendly aura that had surrounded him, now replaced by one of calm speculation, vast intellect, and a look in his eye that could make even the most bold of men cower when forced to behold it.
"Excuse me for the interruption, but I had to stop my apprentice from doing something stupid and potentially dangerous. My name. . . is not important right now, all you need to know is that I am this boy''s master and that he does not have the authority to teach you anything about our magic, and he very nearly got you killed. This grimoire belongs to me, and can only be safely wielded by me and those I deem worthy, if somebody un approved were to touch it, they would be struck by a very fatal disease, dying a slow painful death. . . if hey are lucky. As for the unlucky ones, well,they have their uses. So, if you don't wish to be a new experiment for my studies or die, I would heartily recommend not touching the book."</s>
<|message|>Hazael Michaellis
Astarte & Hazael
Hazael sighed. She just knew that people would mostly be like this. Incredulous at best, aggressive at worst. It wasn't like this movement had no head and feet. Hazael had obviously thought thoroughly about it. She had already issued orders and many other things. Her soldiers and those loyal to the king were on standby, ready to counter the coup d'etat whenever it might arise. It wasn't an insurrection what she was doing. It was the resistance against said insurrection. Astarte heard everything, and knew that more than one of the guys there were right about one thing. Hazael sounded like crazy.
"They are right, sis, completely so! How do you think announcing this in broad daylight will work in your favor!? Are you an idiot, sis?!" Astarte snapped and started shouting at his sister, before a slap, fast as lightning, went across his cheek. Astarte was surprised, to say the least.
"I see your point, everyone. Indeed, announcing this in broad daylight is crazy. However, don't you think I already have something planned for being as bold as to put up those fliers? My steel has already verified who is guilty and who is innocent. The Dragon Knight is the only one still uncertain, I can only hope he is loyal to his king, at the very least." She quickly turned to Damon. "Double the guard, of course, would be the most logic course of action, but as said by our friend Cassie here, doing so without a reason. You, the assassin. I'll give you double, no, triple your normal fees. I get what Cassie is saying, but make it a fake attempt on his majesty's life. One that will end in a failure. Get arrested, be thrown into the dungeons and then escape. My agents will provide your weapons and armor that will be stripped from you after the arrest. Damon will have an excuse to increase the guard, and we will have the perfect alibi. An army has already been rallied, by me. We will defeat the Arachnoblaster tomorrow, make sure he loses his trump card, and then return to the kingdom. I fear that by the time we do, though, the rebellion might have already started." After that long explanation, she took a deep breath. Astarte merely listened to what his sister had to say.
"We aren't rebelling, we are actually the last line of defense against the coup d'etat staged by the prime minister. We'll meet here tomorrow at afternoon. If any of you feel like going to the prime minister or trying to arrest me, you'll receive an arrow to the knee, err, I mean, to the head. This is no joke. The king's life is in danger, princess Strea must also be protected at all costs." She thought she had answered all the questions everyone directed at her. "Anymore questions? If not, feel free to go back to your houses, and we will meet again tomorrow. I pray that all of us are safe through the night. My knights will be watching over you."</s>
<|message|>Bristlebane
Bristlebane was somewhat skeptical of the ability of the army lady's archers to be EVERYWHERE, and was pretty sure that he could make it to the prime minister if he felt like. In fact he was almost tempted to simply because of the challenge of it, but more importantly, he needed to know how to use paper magic. He now realized that his thoughts before were to small, why stop at paper airplanes. Why not create.... PAPER ROCKETS THAT COULD FLY TO OUTER SPACE. He giggly excitedly at the thought as he moved out of the nice paper lady's way and followed her down to ground floor again. The cool shadowy magicy guy was offering her a deal, frantically Bristlebane thought of what he had that she would want. Money? he had lots of that, wait that was it. The nice army lady said that they could meet back here tomorrow and do some fun stuff like blowing up the spider thingy so he filed away that information and then moved onto his plan. "Hey nice lady, i have an offer for you and its a good one. If you teach me how to use paper magic then... I'll be a slave for you! I can do lots of things, like carry things, make music for you, ummmm, set up camp if you ever need to do that, and i got lots of money so I can pay for you if you want to stay at an inn or something." he said to Chloe beaming with delight at his brilliant idea. He was positive that there was no way the magic lady would refuse his generous offer and he would finally learn how to use magic. For some reason all the other mages he managed to find had told him that he was to wild and irresponsible. Bristlebane had no idea why, last time he broke into a bank he had totally owned up to, coincidentally that town had had a really nice prison.</s>
| <|message|>Salazar Theroux
Salazar felt the emotions of the party that had gathered pressing against the walls of the mental fortress constructed in the illusionists mind. It was akin to the heady feeling of drunkenness yet every muddled feeling, emotion and question came to his mind with complete clarity. It was a heady cocktail of confidence, fear, aggression, loyalty and deceit. One that told Salazar all he needed to know about the party. His eyelids shut for a second as he remembered the instruction his teacher had once bestowed upon him.
"An Illusionist is nothing without the inborn ability to read minds" The grizzled Grim growled at the young man that was his protégé "To heed the darkest fears and the most upheld ideals is how we ply our trade…so you must learn to decipher the emotions" the man's voice was more guttural noise than human words "Got it? Good"
Salazar opened his eyes to the group which had once more gotten bigger in the moments he had taken to compose himself. Things were crawling walls and another mage had gathered to the cause. The little trip of reverie down memory lane had taken longer than the Illusionist had expected. He caught the final part of Hazael's speech and nodded gently, the fighting was something he could possibly not help with too greatly…illusions were notoriously ineffective against things of lower intelligence. Looking over the group he noticed a prostrated man kneeling to the mage that had appeared. He stifled a grin "ahh…Chloe Chevalier…such an honour that you grace us with our presence" he said with a good natured smile before clapping Hazael on the shoulder and leaning down to whisper to her "When they leave…I must have a chat with you…in private" He straightened back up and held his palm out, blue energy flowing into it and creating multiples of the little blue bird messengers that was his favoured method of communication. He breathed animation in to them before letting them loose to gather some favours he deemed necessary. The birds, crystalline sapphire formations, shot into the air and spread out quickly.</s> |
<|description|>Dante
Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles: Knight/Blacksmith
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Skills: He has a triple spin, calling it Cyclone. He also has a jumping arc attack, slamming his sword on opponents.
Equipment: A long, sharp broadsword. He carries it upon his waist. He tends to carry some rations and his clothing is always travel-ready.
Personality: He tends to be outgoing and friendly most of the time, however, if somebody snaps at him for a mistake he makes, he will become shyer and angered. He will keep quiet at these time and always try to do everything right. He hates chaos, but also hates waiting and needing a 'plan', as he states it. He enjoys action, but knows when he needs to back up and keep living.
Biography: Dante was born in Hoskaros as a child, during a time of strife. He grew up learning to fight and fend for himself, learning combat skills and how to handle a blade. He had minimal gun training, but never has had a real opportunity to practice and use guns. He moved to New Torrea at the age of 15, and has a house there, and makes a decent living as a blacksmith/weapon trainer. He isn't the most well known, but some people know his name.
Others:</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
Dante was working on his forge, making trinkets and weapons for travelers who requested. It seemed awfully busier as of late, with Kingdown Expansion came the need for tools, and he had to deliver. He just returned a gun to a new customer, who needed the handle fixed. However, Dante took his time, disassembling it and examining how it worked, before fixing and returning it. The prospect of forging a gun was always so exciting! After wiping his brow, beaded with sweat from the heat and work, he noticed a poster on the wall, alarmingly red colored. "Hm? What is this?" he said, reading the big poster, then looking at the small writing. "I'm afraid I can't decipher this just yet..." Dante muttered, taking the poster and going inside to properly examine the small text. He left a sign that said, "Out for lunch!" although if someone looked enough, they could see his thin frame's shadow in a window, peering over something.</s>
<|message|>Yunan
Bristlebane had definitely had taken Yunan by surprise however upon contact and pressure during mid-air a yellow barrier appeared that surrounded Yunan. It had knocked away the assailant considering what he was trying to do, which was obviously trying to knock Yunan over. However, It was obvious that it would take more than simply the body to take down Yunan. To Yunan the spell that surrounded him, was an automatic spell that Yunan had came up with that required only the assistance of his Golden Staff that he carried around, as people around who noticed the two could see the thing shimmering faintly as it was supply energy for the barrier before it had went transparent. It was obvious that the magical shield was still up, as now that his assailant at such close range could see the space was subtly warped around Yunan indicating the barrier.
Yunan's assailant had chosen the wrong person to steal from, however he decided that he would let them off easy... considering they haven't done anything bad, yet. So with his staff it gathered its energy taking its time before the staff shot down a tiny green orb into the ground right beneath the ground where Bristlebane was knocked back to. The green orb had grown vines from the feet of his assailant and had slowly crawled up from his feet and up to the top. The vine gave little resistance and was relatively easy to get out of it you had at least a little bit of strength, the rate of travel of the climbing vines were also slow giving Bristlebane more than enough time to escape. With him busy, Yunan waited to see what the man would do with his spell slowly entangling him.</s>
<|message|>Cassie Strom
A white gloved hand plucked Astarte's cigarette out of his mouth, putting the tip into a skull headed pipe clamped between sharp grinning teeth as Cassie eyed the young boy, monocle glinting in the sun before she handed the cigarette back. Such brazen behavior towards a knight, let alone one of the Triumvirate, was something most would never dare. But then, few dared what Cassie dared. She puffed the pipe, letting a trail of smoke bleed out from her teeth as she cocked her head, the massive Howler Cannon strapped to her back clanking against the ammo bag. She smelled heavily of cordite, smoke, gun oil, and black powder. Odds are she'd just finished morning drills with her platoon, or maintenance on the Howler, or any number of things involving her beloved cannon. She spoke way too loudly, causing several passerby to give curious glances as her voice carried across the square.
"Goooood morning Sir Astarte. Isn't it a bit early to be getting worked up over your sister's little event? Actually, keep going. You're pretty freaking cute when you're ruffled."
The bombardier's jackal grin widened as she gave a salute, still 'technically' following protocol. As a sapper, she was quite low in the military, after all. She took a long drag as she eyed the piece of paper, having already seen about 16 others around the city. You'd have to be deaf and blind to not pick up the hidden message that was so absolutely poorly hidden within the letters, or to hear the whispering from the citizens who had noticed it. While Cassie was most definitely deaf in her left ear from the Cannon, she was certainly not blind. Especially since the subject had been on her mind for days now. Still, it would be best to avoid bringing the subject up, especially around Hazael's brother. Her amber eyes flitted back to Astarte, the grin remaining as she puffed the pipe.
"I take it by the grumblings and threats of assault upon your sister that you will NOT be joining the event? You wouldn't happen to know anything about it? I'm curious myself."</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
Chloe Magnolia Chevalier stood in the shadow of an alleyway, the dim light partially hiding her from view as she eyed the passing crowds with growing apprehension. The bag on her back shuddered slightly in response to her growing disquiet. Chloe was not in a good position and she knew it. Her father, the retired knight commander Callahan Chevalier had just recently survived an assassination attempt by an unknown political faction. Well, that was what the letter that she had received had said anyway.
However she had her doubts as to how 'unknown' that faction truly was. If you knew who to ask there was always someone who could enlighten you, often for a price. It was no secret that her father, a fervent royalist was a staunch supporter of the king. He followed the code of chivalry almost to the letter and would lay down his life for his liege. And retired or not he had influence at court. And the loyalty of his men. That might have had something to do with it. But Chloe had been away for a long, long time. The political game had become a distant memory to her. It was a game she despised. And then there were the rumors.
The rumours were unsettling to say the least. The king was dying it was said and prime minister Donat had taken the reigns of state in his absence. Chloe didn't care about that. The power plays of nobility were of no interest to her. But if anyone of them had hurt her dad there would be hell to pay. They would find out how lethal a paper cut could be. Chloe stilled her breath for a few heartbeats to regain her composure and reasserted dominance over the contents of her bag. Her bag grew still and silent. She looked at the note in her hand one more time.
She didn't care too much about the message itself, only the name attached to it. Lieutenant Knight Commander Hazeal. Chloe had never met her but she vaguely recalled the name. Whoever she was Hazeal would provide her with answers. They might not be the answers that she wanted to hear but that was beside the point. But there was something else that she needed to do first. Chloe stepped out of the alley and strode over to the smithy across the way, its door was closed and a note announced lamely that the owner was out for lunch. Chloe knew that that was not true, she had watched the man enter only moments before. He had looked distracted. Or thoughtful. It hard to tell. She supposed he did not want to be disturbed. This had no bearing on her thought process however as she knocked loudly on the door.
"I need you to make me something and I'm willing to pay double," Chloe announced to the closed door as a single sheet of paper obediently found its way into her hand. It was a simple diagram with simple instructions. It showed a picture of rods made of reinforced steel. She had a thought. "I could read the poster for you if you want?"</s>
<|message|>Bristlebane
Bristlebane to his surprise was rejected by the presence of some type of barrier and he fell to the ground, it seemed the mage was either incredibly observant or had passive defenses, since most mages were lazy most likely the latter. Then to his great fascination, vines began emitting from a green orb and started crawling up his legs and encasing his bod. He wondered how far they would creep before they stopped, a gentle and subtle tug informed him that he could get out if he wanted, but he decided against it and simply adjusted his hat and flipped the card in it to a jester of diamonds.
He began conversation with the mage, "Well hello there, my name is Bristlebane travelling Troubadour at your service, I do apologize for my misconduct one of THESE BUNDLING SCOUNDRELS bumped me ever so rudely into your defenses." Bristlebane said blatantly lying to the mages face and showing no sign of it., then he paused and glanced at the vines again. "By the way just how do these vines of yours work, do they grow by themselves or do you have to constantly use magic, can you control how they grow? Oh oh can you make a pillow and blanket out of them? I bet they would make an amazing sleeping place, and if you covered yourself with them you would be practically invisible." Bristlebane spat out the questions in rapid fire. If there was a thing Bristlebane wanted to do more than anything else it was learn how to use magic.</s>
<|message|>Ralena
Ralena stood before one of the many advertisements.
Recruiting...
The young woman in her armour and battle attire studied the paper for some moments, before deciding to see what this was all about. Taking one last look at the paper, Ralena began to make her way through the streets.
What's this all about?</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
Dante heard a loud knocking interrupt his thoughts as he was browsing the jumbled letters. Sighing, he stood, about to answer the customer, when they mentioned, "I can read the poster for you if you want?" they called. Dante quickly opened the door, giving the customer a studious look. "Ah, you saw me I guess? Well, I would appreciate it, I can't read the jumbled letters..." he said, looking at the poster he brought out with him. "Anyways, you can talk to me about the poster while I work on whatever it is you want. I should be able to get the job done." He said proudly, looking at his blazing forge.</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
"Oh it's no problem, I am the one inconveniencing you after all," Chloe said nonchalantly as she channelled magic into the poster that she herself was carring, causing it to float in the air just above her hand so that the writing was pointing roughly toward the blacksmith. She paused for a second as the thought occurred to her that that had not been the wisest of things to do in front of a stranger, not everyone reacted to magic in the same way. Sometimes it could go really badly. But usually, not so much. The poster coiled up and around her arm like a snake and wove its way into her backpack, disappearing inside with a rustle.
"It's a message, you know, sort of hidden in the words, it actually took me a little while myself," she said humbly. Chloe leaned against the wall and looked sidelong at the smith. "It's an accusation, kinda, it's saying that your dear sweet prime minster has been a very naughty boy. I guess if that bothers you then you, I don't know, you could do something about it."
Chloe watched as he went about his work. Depending on how you looked at it what he was doing was no different than magic, he took an idea, shaped it in his mind and then made it real. She was kind of surprised he hadn't asked her why she needed steel rods/ She was grateful for his professional discretion.</s>
| <|message|>Dante
"Well, I've no problem with the Minister, but there have been rumors about some... wrongdoings on his part. Perhaps I'll look into this adventure." Dante said, watching in awe when she projected an image of the blueprint. "Interesting design..." He murmured, immediately getting to work and hammering on steel in the specified shape. "Anyways, what brings you to New Torrea?" Dante asked nonchalantly, attempting to make small talk while he worked.</s> |
<|description|>Dante
Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles: Knight/Blacksmith
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Skills: He has a triple spin, calling it Cyclone. He also has a jumping arc attack, slamming his sword on opponents.
Equipment: A long, sharp broadsword. He carries it upon his waist. He tends to carry some rations and his clothing is always travel-ready.
Personality: He tends to be outgoing and friendly most of the time, however, if somebody snaps at him for a mistake he makes, he will become shyer and angered. He will keep quiet at these time and always try to do everything right. He hates chaos, but also hates waiting and needing a 'plan', as he states it. He enjoys action, but knows when he needs to back up and keep living.
Biography: Dante was born in Hoskaros as a child, during a time of strife. He grew up learning to fight and fend for himself, learning combat skills and how to handle a blade. He had minimal gun training, but never has had a real opportunity to practice and use guns. He moved to New Torrea at the age of 15, and has a house there, and makes a decent living as a blacksmith/weapon trainer. He isn't the most well known, but some people know his name.
Others:</s>
<|message|>Avon L. Ruhame
Avon Ruhame
At another spot in the city, near a flower peddler and a cobbler there was a bulletin board type of wall, and across it were an array of job offers and other posters, plus one really obnoxiously red one near the center. Avon found himself giving these posters a good once-over, he needed a temporary job and was hoping to find something both fun and well-paying. Unfortunately those two usually don't come hand-in-hand, which usually meant he had to choose between them. Usually he would choose something that payed better, but now he was in the mood for something not existentially boorish. This was ok, though, because the obnoxiously red one had everything but boring all over it!
Now, Avon wasn't too great of a reader, not having used that skill in almost half a year unless it came to signs with one to two words on it. But he could work out the poster for the most part. It took him a few minutes and many re-readings but he finally got the words down. It was definitely a job offer, one that had everything you would find in the beginning of some story parents would tell their young. It had a cool symbol that was easy to remember, offered fun and adventure, and the person offering had authority! Now, our young man has never met Hazael, but he heard about her from his father. He really looked up to her, and would have had no problems making her and her men their equipment.
There was a bunch of gibberish at the bottom of the poster, Avon also gave that quite a look-over. But due to him only having rudimentary reading and writing skills in the first place he wasn't able to decipher it at all. It bothered him a bit, and gave him the motivation to refresh his readings skills and attempt to brush up, but he would eventually be ok with it. It didn't mean much to him, because planned on going to the gate for the meeting anyway. Hell, he could probably ask someone about it tomorrow and they'd be able to explain it to him.</s>
<|message|>Hazael Michaellis
Astarte
The boy was surprised when his cigarrette was suddenly taken away from him. The one behind it was Cassie, a girl he had heard about before. He wasn't as low as her in the military, though, given that he was about just two ranks below his sister, and he was quite proud of being called Sub-Lieutenant. So much, that it went way over his head. And also, he didn't like being called cute.
"Cassie... May I ask what all this is about? Insubordination, perhaps? How dare you call someone in a higher rank than you 'freaking cute', huh!?" Well, he wouldn't mind being talked to with such disrespect weren't it for the fact that she called him cute. Not manly at all, not at all, and it pissed him so much that he wasn't as manlier as his sister, even though she looked so frail and he looked sturdy and way taller than the average joe, so how in the seven hells was he 'cute'?!. He soon recovered his composure and cleared his throat. "Of course, I'll take part of the 'job', as my siters calls it, though it is more of a 'mission', actually. And a family visit, actually."
He then grinned at Cassie's question. He knew some things about it, yes, though her sister was the one that knew all of the details because he couldn't be bothered by them. "A monster, commonly known as 'Arachnoblaster', has appeared in the woods. Donat has asked us to eliminate it and bring its corpse back to study it. It seems it produces a strong kind of silk that can hardly be broken by even a sword, and it also is able to launch fire from its mouth. Quite an interesting catch, if you ask me." He says, laughing a bit. He was really looking forward to fighting it, after all, he barely got to fight any monsters lately.
Hazael
Leaning against a wall, Hazael waited for anyone that actually came to her to talk about the job. The badly hidden secret message had probably scared everyone off. Her short, thin frame made her seem as any other regular civilian, maybe even someone that wasn't eating all that well, but the fact that she was also wearing designer made clothes made the thought of her being poor fly away. Maybe a metabolism problem? Anyhow, it was deifinitely offputting, however, the huge silver sword hanging from her back. A wonder how she could carry it around and not seem tired at all.
She was about to resign and go back to her house when a bird approached her. She definitely recognized this magic, so she heard attentively. A message telling her someone would actually go to the job request. It made her happy and she nodded at the little illusory bird. Well, she might as well stay there for a bit more, before giving up all hope. Still, was the info she received from Nijiara accuarate? That Donat would stop being so passive... It really worried her, mostly by the fact that, how the hell did their mage of the court got a hold of such information?</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex was bored, so very, very bored. He was walking the streets of New Torrea, looking for something fun to do, when he saw a bright ed poster on the wall. He walked up to it, taking a moment to piece together what it may have been about, he smiled. Fighting a giant monster was always fun, so very fun. Now then, to find the area where he was supposed to meet this Hazel person. He walked around for quite a bit, asked some directions, hit a few dead ends, and almost got mugged a couple of times(it didn't end well for the muggers), but he finally found where the meeting sight was, and by the looks of things so far, was the only one to have arrived so far. Walking over to the lady that seemed to be waiting for people, he held out the poster in front of him, a wide smile on his face as he did so.
"It says here that you need some help fighting a monster, well , Nex here wishes to help. I'm really good at fighting monsters, like, extremely good. So, are we waiting on other people to show or what. Oh, and are you the Hazel person that put these out, or just someone else who found a flyer?"</s>
<|message|>Ralena
Approaching the area near the gates, Ralena looked around to see if she could see who had put the posters out for the adventurous mission or quest.
Eventually she saw two people near a wall and one of them had one of the advertisements she had seen before.
Looks like this is the place.
However, Ralena had no intention of joining this group and only wanted to see what their plans were. She walked over to a building opposite of where Hazael was and sat down on a bench. Soon enough, Ralena would see who these people were and if they were true warriors or not.
Until then, Ralena pulled a small packet of papers from her pocket and began to do some reading. All the while, she was relatively observant of the area around her. The streets, people going in and out of the nearby buildings. The only place Ralena didn't have a good view of was the roof of the building directly behind her. The bench she was sitting on was right next to the building. Nonetheless, she flipped through some pages while waiting to see what would happen.</s>
<|message|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
New TorreaTsubasa
Moving through the bustle of the city slowed him significantly; by the time he got to the gates, there was already someone speaking to the well-dressed woman with an overly large blade who must have been the contact. The poster had said she was a knight commander or something of the sort, and despite her slight frame she did have the look about her of one who had seen a lot of combat. The sword at her back had been well used and well maintained. The other person talking to her looked to be a young man with a...somewhat disturbed look to him. Tsubasa slowed his gait by a half step, using the extra time as he walked towards them to analyze the area.
He took note of every entrance, every exit, every door to every building. Which street was most crowded, which was empty, which nook would hide him and which cranny would give him away. Someone was sitting on a bench, appearing to read. But their observation skills weren't half bad; he'd used that method himself a few times, and it required a great deal of subtlety. Competition...or perhaps, the news that he was being targeted had already reached Donat, and he had dispatched some of his own agents? Though his eyes were hidden beneath the rim of his hood and the white, puffy fur lining around it, Tsubasa kept the observer in the corner of his sight as he approached Hazael and Nex.
"'Scuse me. I'm here about that same flier." he spoke up, loud enough for them both to hear him. "I'm not that great at monster hunting...but I'm good at getting jobs done." He looked meaningfully at Hazael. "So, care to explain a little more about this job?"</s>
<|message|>Damon Farrow
Lord Captain Farrow
It was early, Damon always awoke early. In actual fact he wasn't expected to be at his post for another two hours but he liked to be early and he didn't like the newest guard, a cocky young man who was good at his job but always seemed too relieved after a night shift. He stood up and got dressed, put on his armor and pulled the belt holding his sheath tight before trying it still. He looked at his appearance in a mirror and began heading down the stairs. His staff had already prepared breakfast and were just finishing the table placements. There were two, at the one end was his seat and at the far other was his mothers seat, but she almost never left her room after the death of Damon's Father and brother. "I don't know why you insist on cooking a full breakfast you know I will never eat." he sighed to his manservant, an old man named Keel, with a smile.
Damon had liked Keel as he had never changed, even after the death of his late master he remained sure in his duty and always going the extra mile for Damon to make sure the boy wanted for nothing. Keel had looked after him when he was young and never really stopped. "Look, you and the staff enjoy a hearty breakfast, I will just have a slice of meat." he said heading into the kitchen and doing exactly that before stepping out into the cool morning air. He felt like today would be a good day, that was until he saw the flier.
He thought nothing of it until he read the fine print. 'What was she thinking!' he thought 'If the Prime-minister hears of this then It will be civil war!' he then allowed himself a cuss and muttered "I had better confront her... before I'm forced to fight the kingdom to keep the king alive!" with another muttered curse he gripped his sword tightly and set off to find the Knight Lieutenant Commander. The gates to the city would require a detour, more like he was going a great distance out of his way, but he still had time and this was big... "Commoners messing with affairs of state never end well!" he growled through gritted teeth as he set off from the peaceful of the nobility to the hustle and bustle of the city, not having time to get some of his men to accompany him.</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
Chloe had no real comprehension of personal space or privacy and so started to casually wander around behind the blacksmith as he set to work on her steel rods, looking around to see if there was anything interesting.
"Is it?" she replied as he commented on the design for the rods. She had never really considered the design to be anything special, but then again it was hardly her field of expertise. She let the comment about Donat slide though as she had no reason to talk against him either, not yet anyway. If he had machinations of power that was his business. Only once she talked with this Hazeal women would she make up her mind about the prime minister. She picked up a small hammer from a desk and turned it around in her hands experimentally. It was light and looked well used.
"A family reunion, I guess," Chloe replied non-committally as she put the hammer back down where she had found it. She spun around to face the blacksmith as he worked and with her hands planted behind her waist she leaned toward him with a quizzical look on her face. "But an adventure huh? That's a pretty bold thing to do if you don't mind me saying so." Whether he minded her asking or not was clearly not an issue for her. Chloe looked at him for a moment before looking at the contents of his workshop. "Are you any good with any of these?" she asked, indicating the products of his craft.</s>
<|message|>Cassie Strom
"Technically, sir, what I'm doing is disrespecting authority, not insubordination."
She considered adding Lieutenant Cutie, but opted instead to not push her luck just yet. Though it would be rather amusing to watch the knight explain why he punished Cassie for calling him cute. Astarte was known for being easy to push off the deep end, what with all his pride. Like a puffed up baby owl trying to swagger. Still, he DID outrank her, and was a skilled knight from what she overheard. She puffed the pipe again, then shifted the Howler across her shoulders with another jackal grin.
"Giant targets you say? Sounds like a perfect place for me. I guess I'll go meet the Knight Lieutenant and join the mission. See you there Lieutenant..."
As the bombardier turned around, she puffed the smoke through her grin, giving a wink to Astarte as she headed off towards the gate.
"...Cutie."</s>
| <|message|>Dante
Dante heard the girl wandering around behind him, examining some of his hammers. "Well, an adventure feels like a nice change of scenery for me, in my opinion. Gets a bit stale with all of the work around here." he said, setting one rod down and working on more. "And to answer your question, yes. I used to be a swordsman before settling down as a blacksmith. Thought I'd give the trade a try. It's nice, forging weapons. I get to learn their material, how they work. I've even worked with some guns. And must I say, they are quite an interesting thing to look at. I do have a sword I use specifically, it should be in the chest under the table near you." he said calmly, believing she wouldn't steal from him. "It's sharper, smoother, and larger than most swords I've seen. Higher quality than just about any standard sword." he said proudly, looking behind him to stare at her for a moment. "So, are you going to go to this meeting?" he asked, before turning around and getting back to work, sparks flying.</s> |
<|description|>Dante
Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles: Knight/Blacksmith
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Skills: He has a triple spin, calling it Cyclone. He also has a jumping arc attack, slamming his sword on opponents.
Equipment: A long, sharp broadsword. He carries it upon his waist. He tends to carry some rations and his clothing is always travel-ready.
Personality: He tends to be outgoing and friendly most of the time, however, if somebody snaps at him for a mistake he makes, he will become shyer and angered. He will keep quiet at these time and always try to do everything right. He hates chaos, but also hates waiting and needing a 'plan', as he states it. He enjoys action, but knows when he needs to back up and keep living.
Biography: Dante was born in Hoskaros as a child, during a time of strife. He grew up learning to fight and fend for himself, learning combat skills and how to handle a blade. He had minimal gun training, but never has had a real opportunity to practice and use guns. He moved to New Torrea at the age of 15, and has a house there, and makes a decent living as a blacksmith/weapon trainer. He isn't the most well known, but some people know his name.
Others:</s>
<|message|>Hazael Michaellis
Astarte
Gah... He could only repent on how embarrassing it how sounded, the fact that he mistook the charges he was accusing the girl of. He was about to try and come up with some retort when the girl decided to change the subject. Well, he was relieved to hear that change of subject, but what came next set his fuse off yet again. Being called cute was bad enough, but lieutenant cutie? He remembered his sister using the same nickname once, and it was most definitely horrible. What's more, hearing it from his sister was already bad enough, but hearing it from someone with a lower rank? Disgraceful, totally so.
"D-D-Don't call me that! I'll see to it that they hold your pay off for the next month!" A baseless threat, given that his rank wasn't THAT big of a deal. "And fuckin' wait for me, I'm goin' in the same direction!" Astarte said, with a bit of an accent he had picked up during his infancy. He hurried behind the girl. It would have already been awkward enough to walk in the same direction and just everntually find each other, so he had hoped to make that feeling smaller while shouting at her. Though, he know felt like it had the opposite effect.
Hazael
The place went from deserted to populated in a matter of seconds. Well, it made Hazael happy. Firstly, to answer the first one to arrive, she stood straight up and looked at him, eye to eye. While she was little, she could also easily intimidate anyone just with a look. It was more of a test than anything else, to see if they had what it takes. "Yep, that's me. It is HazAel, though. You lacking an A there." She said to Nex, with a big smile on her face. Still, she wondered whether the guy had read the secret message or not. Maybe he hadn't, maybe he did. It didn't matter. The fact that he seemed oddly familiar was definitely offputting, though.
Then, she turned to the man with bright red hair. 'Eyecatching', she thought. Aside from her, all of her family's hair colors were scattered all around and with some real strange tones. It was good to see someone with equally strange hair color out of her family. Reassuring that it didn't run only in her family. "Good, good! I was waiting for you all! Then, let me get into some details. We are going after this monster, an 'Arachnoblaster', is its name. Crap, barely bit my tongue." Hazael said, acting a bit more childish, before getting on with her explanation. "It's skin is really durable, as well as the silk it produces. Guys over here want to do some research on it, see if we can implement what it does on our weaponry or armors. It should be pretty fun, though I'd take the thing up as many times needed if it only had less legs." Hazael said, trying to mask the fact that she was actually feeling disgusted by the mere thought of having to go against a giant spider. It was more disgust than fear, though. She was a woman, after all.
Of course, the other one, observing everything from the sidelines, hadn't escaped her vigilant eye. Hazael merely winked at her and returned to the business at hand. "So! The specifics of the job are 'go inside, beat the crap out of the crawling thing, bring back what's left', basically. Oh, it also can spit fire, so be warned about that. We leave tomorrow at afternoon, by the time we think no one else will be arriving. Since you are the first ones to come here, I wanna ask, what are your names? And..." Her eyes turned sharp, trying not to miss a detail of anything they said. She had to fully analyze the answer of the next question, as it will give them up as supporters of Donat or otherwise. "What made you think of accepting this job?"</s>
<|message|>Yunan
Yunan acknowledge the man's lies without showing any sign of doubt, but he knew that his shield only protected him from malicious intent such as he was doing early but again let it slide, considering how much he wanted to get away from the man. He should of simply left when he had the chance but now he was listening to the other man's rambling on about questions on how his magic work and all of that, but he paid no attention and simply nodded to his questions. More or less it was true that everyone of them he could do, to a certain degree.
However the nonstop question that the man was shooting out was indeed annoying and he had the chance now to escape... so he took up the opportunity and quickly left. The vines that entangled Bristlebane were good enough for the job to distract him for the moment to allow Yunan to escape with more time on his hand to disappear into the kingdom's bustling activity. After the incident, Yunan decided to lay low for the day, deciding that he didn't want to get into another scenario like what had happened earlier. With nothing besides a window, he gazed out the glass and watched the kingdom from afar wondering how long will this kind of commotion will last.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex nodded as Hazael correct him in how to say her name. "Got it, Hazael, not Hazel. Nex will make sure to remember that. As for name, Nex doesn't remember, so Nex goes by Nex, I am Nex, Nex is me, Nex is Nex." He giggled slightly, at a joke only he seemed to hear or understand. He took some time to fold up the flyer and stuff it into the cloak he was wearing. Underneath said cloak, Nex was wearing no shirt, some gauze wrappings around his arms that went from his hands down to his elbows, and some ragged black breeches that seemed to be falling apart at the seems. He also wore a thick, black belt, which seemed to have something attached to it, but it couldn't be seen due to the cloak hiding it from view.
"Nex came cause Nex was bored, Arachnoblaster sounds like fun. Oh," Nex turned around quickly to address the red headed stranger, taking a secind to look at the sword. He could ferk some kind of energy from it, meaning it must be enchanted, though what that might be was a mystery. Turning his eyes back up to the swords owner face, he smiled again.
"Glad to meet you, Red head, my na e is Nex, what is your name, and is it okay if I call you Red Head?" Nex also wanted to say high to the lady on the bench, but she was trying to be sneaky, and it would be rude of him to point her out like that.</s>
<|message|>Ralena
Ralena watched as a few more people moved along the street.
Someone else joined the two that were near the wall. Another male.
"That makes three so far," she said quietly, speaking into the air. She took a moment to look directly at the three people ahead and ended up making eye contact with one of them. She stared at the young woman for a few moments, before returning to her reading again.
I can't make out what they're saying, but it's too soon to move in. Who knows how many more may show up.
A man began his way down the streets, pushing a fruit cart along the street. Ralena blinked for a moment, before standing and putting her reading material back in her pocket. She waved a hand to the man with the cart and jogged over to him.
"How much are two of these?" she asked the man, looking at some of the fruit.
Eventually, she bit into a juicy fruit, while standing in the middle of the street. She looked at the small group near the wall and raised her arm, eventually letting the fruit fly towards the three people. She didn't aim at any of them in particular, but if no one moved it was sure to hit at least one of them.
The fruit was medium sized and had a soft, but firm texture on the outside.</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
"Guns huh? Well, I wouldn't know about those," Chloe said jovially in response as she listened to him speak, though in truth she was quite serious. Her form of magic required her to possess a rather in depth knowledge of the shapes and properties of weapons. The more she knew the easier it was to create them through her magic. Swords were easy. Shields were even easier if you wanted something simple but strong. Guns though, guns were a weapon that she could not create with her magic. Too many moving parts for a start. She moved over to the table that he had indicated and knelt down before the chest and looked it over. She did not go to open it.
"I will be, in a manner of speaking, though not without those rods~" she said in an almost lyrical, singsong tone. "I may need to use them before the day is out you see, depending on what the young lady knight has to say~" The truth at the moment was that she had no idea what was going to happen when she got her answer. She might even need to use them on the lady herself, if it came to it. She looked at the blacksmiths back and stared at him for a moment as a thought occurred to her.
"Chloe Magnolia Chevalier, at your service my lord craftsman," she said playfully without a hint of apparent sarcasm.</s>
<|message|>Avon L. Ruhame
Avon Ruhame
After noting the poster's information and pounding into his brain the location and time, he decided he would check it out a little bit early. He glanced at the poster before he left to see the gates, as much as he would've loved to take the poster himself so he could easily reference the information, that might have made it so others wouldn't know about it. And ruining other people's job opportunities wasn't something he was up for. So, after speaking the information aloud in order to get it down for sure, he meandered over towards the gate.
' Wow, fuck. I hope they still have room for me. ' Not only did it look like there was a meeting about it today, but it was packed! If Avon had any other promising jobs he could've got, he would probably had just left. But his curiosity and trouble looking for work in the town made it so he would stay. The people around him didn't look all that untrustworthy, however handfull of them gave off some shady vibes. Not that it mattered, if there were this many people the job would most likely be a huge success. 'It'd be as smooth as a lynchin' was the wording he used when he thought about it. Well, with this many people though the money might be split into pretty small chunks, and the job offer never said it was going to pay well. As Avon drew closer, he was able to pick out who was Hazael, and what she was saying.
Instantly he felt like an idiot. Wow If I ain't the biggest dumbass in this crowd I would never find who is. He had thought the spider was some company brand, or what symbol the group would be representing. Not what they were hunting! Oh well, at least no one knew that's what he thought it would be. He was also surprised at the job request itself. Now, Avon isn't, nor ever was too great of a monster hunter, but a job like this was one he was somewhat excited to go on. Helping scientists, killing baddies, getting payed, sounded like a honest job! So long as he wasn't expected to extort some old men after the job was done he was ready to go! After Hazael finished explaining the job, she asked for those present to introduce themselves. Avon decided on waiting a bit before throwing himself out there, people probably wouldn't want to hear about the wandering amateur gunsmith anyway.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex's cloak flew outwards as a tendril of black intercepted the fruit that seemed to be headed his way, spearing it right through the center. It retreated slightly, stopping only to allow Nex to pull the fruit off of it, then it dispersed nothingness. Nex took a bite out of it, enjoying the taste of it, sweet yet tart at the same time. Nex walked over to the person who has thrown the fruit, his ever present smile still plastered on his face.
"You know it's not nice to throw things lady, people could get hurt. But now that you've stopped trying to be sneaky, Nex can ask you who you are. Nex likes having a lot of friends, would you like to be one of them?" Nex continued to munch on the fruit, nodding towards the lady as he continued to speak. "Also, thanks for fruit, it's very good."
Akira</s>
| <|message|>Dante
Dante listened to the girl talk, ears perking up when he heard about the rods. He looked at her, dropping the final complete rod into the cloth he had set up next to the anvil, the rod clinking as it hit the others. "Why are you talking like that?" he asked, giving her an odd gaze. When she mentioned her name and being at his service, he cocked his head, eyes widening a little. "Oh, uh... ok. I'm Dante Obsid. Pleasure to meet you." Dante said calmly, handing the bag with the items to the girl. He put up the 'Gone for awhile' sign, and stepped out, shaking his cloak after grabbing his sword, the sharp blade at his waist. "Anyways, I'm off about this adventure. Feel free to follow!" He said, mimicking the sing-song voice and dashing off, using the same path he did when he first moved here, jumping off the side, landing on an old, steady roof, and running along it, jumping aside, not many bothering to look up, and he made his way to the gate, wanting to hear about the adventure. Hearing about this from one like Hazeal, surprised him. He was excited. Something like this hadn't happened to him before. His blood rushed at the thought. He soon was in sight of the gate of the capital, running and waving, hoping he wasn't too late.</s> |
<|description|>Dante
Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles: Knight/Blacksmith
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Skills: He has a triple spin, calling it Cyclone. He also has a jumping arc attack, slamming his sword on opponents.
Equipment: A long, sharp broadsword. He carries it upon his waist. He tends to carry some rations and his clothing is always travel-ready.
Personality: He tends to be outgoing and friendly most of the time, however, if somebody snaps at him for a mistake he makes, he will become shyer and angered. He will keep quiet at these time and always try to do everything right. He hates chaos, but also hates waiting and needing a 'plan', as he states it. He enjoys action, but knows when he needs to back up and keep living.
Biography: Dante was born in Hoskaros as a child, during a time of strife. He grew up learning to fight and fend for himself, learning combat skills and how to handle a blade. He had minimal gun training, but never has had a real opportunity to practice and use guns. He moved to New Torrea at the age of 15, and has a house there, and makes a decent living as a blacksmith/weapon trainer. He isn't the most well known, but some people know his name.
Others:</s>
<|message|>Damon Farrow
Lord Captain Damon Farrow
Damon began strolling down to the gate, this time accompanied by four members of the Kings Guard that he trusted completely, they weren't coming but he wanted them to help him keep Civvies away from the discussion... the those pesky city guard. The Other Guardsmen looked very prim and proper, in full uniform. They were walking with stone espressions, even if one of them was quite the talked off duty and could rarely hold his liquor, and their mere presence made people keep to the edge of the street, for to them this looked like official business and you never get involved in the official business of the upper classes if you valued your livelihood. On the other hand Damon looked more at ease, he was more relaxed, but not slobbish. He was still in full uniform but he hand casually rested on his hilt and his expression was one of exhaustion. Damon hadn't got much sleep, truth be told he spent most the night on duty and the rest lying down in one of the palace's guest rooms, alert for the slightest sign of movement.
Eventually he arrived at the gate to meet the trio and one other from yesterday, his men fanning out to keep the area clear of miscreants and allow them an area not filled by an army of civilians. Officially he was here to inspect the city guard and check that it was ready to deal with this arachnoblaster should Hazael's group fail, unofficially he was here to help in anyway he could. "Commander, these are some of my most trusted few, they have been informed of what should happen should an attempt be made on anyone in the palace's life. They are here to listen, observe and give me an excuse for missing my shift today." he said, adding the last part with a nervous smile, pretending he was happy to be off work. "So whats the plan?" he said getting to within a meter of the group.</s>
<|message|>Bristlebane
Bristlebane snorted and wake up blurry-eyed to see some army people and the MAGIC PAPER LADY! He shook himself awake and discarded the raggedy blanket thing he was sleeping under and stood up. She seemed to be in a good mood maybe she would be willing to teach him magic today. "Yeah whats the plan peps, and does it involve explosion?" he asked echoing Damon's question. He didn't see the gunner lady yet so probably not. He thought about when would be the best time to ask the paper lady when he could learn magic. Probably right after he did something heroic like saving her, Bristlebane began constructing a plan to win himself her favor and learn how to make the ultimate paper everything. Mostly airplanes but he could probably make other cool stuff as well.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex was on top of the gate, watching everyone assemble, wandering what he should do. He didn't remember anything that had happened after his master had taken control of him, and he had woken up just an hour ago in a nearby alley. He hoped his master hadn't offended the paper lady in anyway. Deciding he'd had enough waiting, and being a little bored and mischievous, Nex jumped from the top of the gate onto one of the male knights that had accompanied Hazael, except he didn't look like himself, but like the paper mage lady. He was still wearing the same clothes however, or more to the point, wearing the same lack of clothes.
"Nex has arrived to slay the monster too!"</s>
<|message|>Cassie Strom
"Thought we covered that already? Kill a big ole spider."
Cassie gave a half-assed salute as she walked past the four stone faced guards, her cannon swaying from the harness on her back. She gave a wink to Chloe as she ruffled Nex's head.
"I'd say your body is quite...magical? Was that too much? Probably too much. I can never tell. Job of extremes and all that."
The bombardier slammed the cannon down onto the stone with a loud thud, giving a proper salute to Hazael before adjusting her monocle and patting the Howler and the heavy case strapped to her hips.
"Ma'am. Lieutenant Cutie, liking the armor, very intimidating. Puncture rounds, usually used for dropping braced walls during sieges, should kick through the critter's hide and wreak some havoc. These ones are modified slightly, so there SHOULDN'T be collateral on anyone up close when it hits, but it also means the booms are a bit smaller. But don't worry, I'm the best there is, so just trust that my shots won't hit any of you. I also have scatter shots in case there's infantry or the like trying to give backup, though I really don't recommend being near the target if I use it. I'm ready to go when you are."
Extra ammo, designed to minimize impact on her allies. Grenades to light everything on fire if someone gets too close to her. She pulled her pistol out to double check the ammo. Hopefully she wouldn't need to use it. Her heart gave a skip. No drills, no practice shots. She got to blow up a big freaking monster with her cannon. Some days, it was wonderful to be alive, despite the situation. She'd get to hear her baby sing again. Leaning the cannon down into a makeshift bench, she sat down on it, lighting up her pipe and giving puffs with her signature jackal grin.
"Our group seems much smaller than yesterday. Where are we intercepting the beastie?"</s>
<|message|>Avon L. Ruhame
Avon Ruhame
After a good nights rest, and a tastier then usual breakfast ( courtesy of his favorite tavern ), Avon took his time getting back to the gate. As expected, he wasn't the first one there, not even close by the looks of it. Hazael was there, obviously, as well as a few faces he recognized from the crowd the previous day. However, not all of them he had seen before.
Anyhow, as he drew in closer, he heard them speak. The first one he heard was a girl who absolutely butchered Hazael's name. The second, was talking about the guard and asking for the plan. Others continued to go on and show they were present, and a few of them started to go about talking to each other. Avon was feeling a little less intimidated by the group then he had the previous day, but he couldn't bring himself to talk to any of them yet.
Avon didn't want to shout above the others to introduce himself, so he inched towards Hazael, all the while listening as before. One of the ladies gave quite the speech. He would have been slightly less inclined to listen to the bombardier talk if she hadn't been so pretty. Avon then slapped himself lightly to get himself out of the mindset. Now's not the time for staring, now's the time for action! he pep talked himself while he merged with them.</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
Dante had gone back to his forge and whipped up a special pistol, just for today. He happily slung it over his belt and displayed his sword proudly as he went back to where they would be meeting. "Hello!" he said cheerily, eyeing the people that were there. "Seems to be the same people from yesterday still." he said normally, a slight undertone of happiness as he approached Chloe again, her being the only person he really knew at all here. "Hello, Chloe!" He greeted her, grinning as he pulled the pistol out, eager to show her. "I made this last night, it has special combusting flame bullets, and fires as strong as a cannon!" he said enthusiastically, beginning to ramble a little.</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
Chloe was cut off in her stride by the sound of an unpleasantly familiar voice, causing her to slowly turn head toward the source with a momentarily tense look on her face. Her two admirers from yesterday had arrived. The dark mage and the monkey. The fact that Nex had taken her face was also more than a little disconcerting. Though she laughed at the sight her brow suggested a distinct lack of amusement."Hehe, yeah, that's not creepy at all," Chloe said more to herself than to Nex.
The women called Cassie made her own entrance a moment later. She had an aura of natural confidence around her that made her presence known. But it was the object on her back that was making Chloe more than a little inwardly nervous. A cannon. It was not the technology itself per see that bothered her but it kind of suggested a specific preference toward blowing things up. And fire. Chloe felt a nervous tinge in her stomach that made her keep her distance. Which was why the arrival of Dante came as something of a relief.
Chloe turned to face him and waved in greeting with a radiant smile on her face. "Dante. Oh, what's that you have there?" she asked rhetorically as she leaned in toward the gun that he was holding, his enthusiasm almost blinding compared to the lacklustre enthusiasm that she showed toward her own craft. "F-fire huh? That's...amazing, really," Chloe said with a slightly nervous laugh as she stood up and backed off just a little.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex smiled as Cassie patted her head, before she switched back to his default form and jumped off the blonde knight's back, the one Hazael called Assie. "Sorry Assie, I was bored and wanted to pounce on someone, and you looked like a fun person to mess with." Turning to Chole, Nex turned his head down as he walked up to her, clearing his throat as he tried to get her attention.
"Um, excuse me paper lady, but Nex is sorry for anything the Nex's master may have said to you, and for almost hurting you with he book. Nex forgot abut Master's curse on it, says something about protecting his secrets. I hope you'll forgive Nex, he didn't mean to hurt you." Nex then reached into one of his coat pockets and pulled out a black necklace of exquisite finery, the gemstones being a dark maroon in color.
"I saw this in a jewelry store once and made a copy using my magic. I hope you can forgive Nex, Nex is really, truly sorry for what Nex almost did."</s>
<|message|>Elijah Antol
Elijah Antol
Early to Mid Afternoon, somewhere along the border of Nijiara and New Torrea
"You sure that thing is on it's leash?"
"Yes, yes. Just make sure you do as you were told to do." The magus controlling the spider replied, giving the merc an exasperated look. It was obvious that the ensemble of hired muscle was not up to his liking.
"Just as long as we're paid. It's a good thing your master, Donat, pays well. That bloody spider gives me the creeps. Sasha here holds the same sentiment." The merc's dire wolf emitted a short howl before continuing to smell what it could apart from the smoke and ashes.
"Jeez Arni. You've got a bigass wolf that can literally tear people apart and you're complaining about a little spider? I ain't scared of it one bit. All it's been doing is spewing flames. That's probably what it does for a living. Burn down forests and shit, ya know? Hardly givin a fuck!" Elijah laughed as Arni frowned at him. He was one of those serious types that never knew how to lighten up, and was a general downer. Elijah turned to the other merc, desperate to avoid Arni's gaze. "So what do you think of it Leandra? Knowing your god, he'd probably be angry a sister like yourself is collaborating with something straight outta hell."
"All of his creations are equal in his eyes. The All-Knowing One must have his reasons for creating even something as foul as the Arachnoblaster." It seemed odd that someone from the church had accompanied them. But, it was as much as a mystery as the job they had all accepted.
The job was supposed to be top secret. Hence only three escorts along with the mage who was controlling the titan of a spider. Alas, they were three very good mercenaries.
Arni, despite his lack of a personality, had more than enough hunting and tracking skills to make up for it. Need a scout, hunter, or someone flashy to put the fear in your enemy? Arni's your man. His dire wolf can track you miles away, and Arni had a penchant for adorning combat claws to rip your shit.
Need a personal bodyguard for a day? Need something unexpected? Bloody enemy not perishing from a good bullet to the face? Leandra got your back. Holy magicks and pure faith, that's right, PURE FAITH turned into holy retribution for your foes. Watch as light magicks smite your foes. Healing package included with every purchase!
And then there was Elijah, Guns are his name, fastest gunslinger of New Torrea… At least as far as he knew. Every person he'd dueled had a slower draw. Not to mention bad aim. But if you needed someone disposed of fast, Elijah was the one you call over to get shit done.
Sure the job was shady for Elijah. "Burn these forests down, but also look for these two women in the woods! By the way, they just happen to be Knight Commander Hazael's Sisters! Kidnap em for me!" How shadier could you get? But the pay made him decide to accept. Elijah really didn't have a choice anyway, but he'd like to think he had one. Donat made sure he accepted, along with the other mercs. So here he was. Miserable from the neverending fire of the Arachnoblaster, with two other strangers, protecting a spider and looking for two women for reasons unknown….</s>
| <|message|>Dante
Dante smiled briefly at Chloe's nervousness, before putting the pistol away. "Don't worry, it isn't loaded, nor are the bullets really able to combust right now. We'll be fine." he said, waving a hand in the air, smiling. He knew his craft, the gun would be working. It was meant specifically for this spider. "Anyways, anything happened with you yesterday after the meeting?" Dante asked, before turning his attention to everyone else, but keeping an ear ready for Chloe's response, and his gun hidden now in his cloak, as to hopefully calm her down a little.</s> |
<|description|>Cassie Strom
Appearance:
Cassie is always dressed rather properly, and has a thick leather harness that she uses to lug her Howler Cannon around with.
Nicknames/Titles: The Bombshell
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Skills:
Bombadier - Cassie is one of the best sappers you could find. Admittedly when your weapon blows up large square footage anywhere near where it lands, that doesn't count for much, but she is admittedly excellent at making her shots land where they're needed.
Explosives - Cass can easily combine various materials to create make-shift bombs, or disarm other explosives rapidly.
Collateral damage - Her cannon is small as far as cannons go, but it's still a cannon.
Demolition - There's very little this girl can't blow up.
Architecture - When you spend your life blowing buildings up, you learn a thing or two about architecture in general.
Equipment:
- Single Shot Howler Cannon *meant to be used by a single person, the Howler is a simple muzzle loaded cannon that can be braced against the hip to fire either directly forward or arced for greater range and to clear fortifications. She can only get one shot off before she needs to reload, but if she's got the space, she can make about 3 shots per minute. Can be used medium to long range, but is useless up close. Ammo consists of a heavy slugs or grapeshot, situation depending*
- Howler Support Gear *stands for keeping the cannon upright, and a basic maintenance/cleaning kit*
- Rope *always handy, but often used to help strap the cannon to herself*
- Black Powder satchels *mostly used for the Howler, can be used as makeshift bombs*
- Grenades *essentially ready made molotov cocktails used to keep enemies from reaching her*
- Dagger *more utility than combat oriented*
- Three shot pistol *last resort if someone with a blade manages to reach her in a battle*
- Flint *often used to ignite the black powder when in a pinch*
- Monocle *it's generally assumed she wears it to look more refined*
Personality: Cassie is a pyromaniac with a deep love of blowing things up. Despite her very formal looking appearance and love of lavish fineries, this girl is one bullet short of a full clip at all times. Not insane, but renowned as unstable, Cassie is driven and passionate. Loud, boisterous, and fiery, especially around explosions or fire. She loves the smell of gunpowder and is infatuated with guns, the bigger the better. Despite this 'explosive' attitude, she is fiercely loyal to King Allamon, and takes great pains to help others who need it.
Biography: An immigrant from Milokis, Cassie came to New Torrea with her father and sister. Though most of her life was spent in relatively poor conditions, she eventually joined the army, aspiring to be a great knight. However, her melee skills were beyond lacking, earning her a position at the bottom of her squad in terms of skill. She was transferred to a gunners platoon, and while she fared better, she was still one of the worst around. A sharp eyed captain noticed however that her understanding of the chemicals within the guns was beyond compare. She was again transferred to the sappers, and her purpose became clear. She showed an immediate affinity for the huge guns, and became an asset to her team. The Howler cannon became her life, and she fits it perfectly. She sends most of her pay to her father, to help raise and educate her sister so that she may have a better life than either of them, away from the military. However, when Allamon became bed ridden, Cassie was put in a tense situation. If she left the military, her sister's education would need to stop, and she would be forced to get a job just to make ends meet. The family would probably never leave their current standing, and struggle their entire lives. However, she disagrees completely with the Minister's vision, believing that to expand would simply cause the empire to collapse in on itself as their former allies turn on them in defense. She has yet to make a choice about how she should proceed yet.
Others: She is absolutely useless in any fight that doesn't involve her bombarding from a distance. Those who manage to break through her onslaught and grenades are often met with the woman simply picking up the cannon and fleeing, taking potshots with her pistol as she does so. She is still a pretty awful shot with her pistol. Often times, to avoid melee, she'll simply ignite everything around her, taking her chances with the flames instead of a sword to the stomach.</s>
<|message|>Bristlebane
Bristlebane was just minding his own buisness when suddenly his vision was assailed by a vibrant red color nearly as attention grabbing as himself flaied around in the wind and stuck upon his face. He carefully detangled himself from the strange parchment and exaimned its contents, it appeared to be a job request of some sort, ohhh action and adventure, and for some reason it had a jumble of text at the bottom, didn't make any sense to him so he threw it away. Bristlebane did love himself some action and adventure, unfortunatly it wasn't until tommorow.
Alas, he contiuned his journey curious about the prospects the job offered, and on his way to a bar to play for some coins his 7th sense began tingiling and alerted him to the presence of magic, he wasn't sure how it worked yet but it had never failed before. Looking about he noticed the source attentivly looking at the very same annoyingly bright flyer he had just thrown away. Carefully Bristlebane subtly moved through the crowds of milling poeple and got a closer look. The man had a veeeeery shiny necklace, he wanted it. Bristlebane fake tripped putting his foot in front of the unknown persons and slamming into him. As they hopefully fell to the ground he would grab the mans necklace and rip it off while turning over landing with his back towards the stranger and stuffing the necklace into one of his many pockets.</s>
<|message|>Salazar Theroux
Salazar woke to sunlight bursting through the drawn shades of the room he had been given by a local lord at court in New Torrea. His reputation had preceded him, not a strange thing to happen in cities such as these. As much as Salazar had wished anonymity, the exertion he would have had to endure to completely wipe his identity from the minds of the people would have put him in no state to travel for at least a year. Sighing gently and sitting up, allowing the naked lady that had been sharing his bed the night previous to gather up her underclothes and scamper from his sight, Salazar caught his reflection in the mirror. He had been wearing one of his favourite Masques the night previous, white hair and a thin scar that curled around his neck, and he watched it melt away. The flesh became less full and the returned to normal flesh. His hair suddenly shifted into brown and he was once again himself. He grinned, revelling too much in his power was something his teacher would quite often reprimand him for.
Well…She was pretty.
"Quiet Grim…"
Oh you are so grumpy in the morning.
"Because I always have to listen to some snide remark from you, dear teacher"
Salazar gave a short growl and dressed in his customary attire; shirt and tie, black pants and a well worn in jacket. He had to look presentable today…there was court to attend to.
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Salazar strolled through the mingling nobles of the gathered court, a ball of some lesser noble attempting to gain favour from the stronger houses the vied for control of the merchants and land within the city. Salazar loved this game…he was a natural with his gifts. A simple riot of an aggressive emotion from one would incite a rambling argument, a quelling of fears could allow Salazar to illicit information from the tightest of lips. It was a help that Salazar could imitate the idea of consummate ladies' man. Salazar gave short nods and curt smiles to the lords and ladies fulfilling their noblesse oblige. He felt nothing as he watched arguments cut down alliances in favour of more beneficial ones. He never really felt much when it came to the nobles…they were just secrets to be sold. He finally caught a conversation worth listening to. Shifting closer, he waited and listened.
"Did you hear?" a whispering voice peeled out.
"what?"
"It's hidden in those red fliers getting thrown out?"
"The 'monster hunting' ones?"
"Yes, the ones posted by Hazael of the Triumvirate…Donat is a betrayer"
The gasps gave Salazar his sign to leave. Hazael…Salazar smiled and clenched his fist gently, a small blue bird coalescing from the energy in his fist "fly to Hazael of the Triumvirate, inform her that I will be joining whatever investigation she is planning."
The bird nodded and shot into the air above the nobles, flying off to find its target.
"This will be fun…"
I agree….</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
Dante was working on his forge, making trinkets and weapons for travelers who requested. It seemed awfully busier as of late, with Kingdown Expansion came the need for tools, and he had to deliver. He just returned a gun to a new customer, who needed the handle fixed. However, Dante took his time, disassembling it and examining how it worked, before fixing and returning it. The prospect of forging a gun was always so exciting! After wiping his brow, beaded with sweat from the heat and work, he noticed a poster on the wall, alarmingly red colored. "Hm? What is this?" he said, reading the big poster, then looking at the small writing. "I'm afraid I can't decipher this just yet..." Dante muttered, taking the poster and going inside to properly examine the small text. He left a sign that said, "Out for lunch!" although if someone looked enough, they could see his thin frame's shadow in a window, peering over something.</s>
<|message|>Yunan
Bristlebane had definitely had taken Yunan by surprise however upon contact and pressure during mid-air a yellow barrier appeared that surrounded Yunan. It had knocked away the assailant considering what he was trying to do, which was obviously trying to knock Yunan over. However, It was obvious that it would take more than simply the body to take down Yunan. To Yunan the spell that surrounded him, was an automatic spell that Yunan had came up with that required only the assistance of his Golden Staff that he carried around, as people around who noticed the two could see the thing shimmering faintly as it was supply energy for the barrier before it had went transparent. It was obvious that the magical shield was still up, as now that his assailant at such close range could see the space was subtly warped around Yunan indicating the barrier.
Yunan's assailant had chosen the wrong person to steal from, however he decided that he would let them off easy... considering they haven't done anything bad, yet. So with his staff it gathered its energy taking its time before the staff shot down a tiny green orb into the ground right beneath the ground where Bristlebane was knocked back to. The green orb had grown vines from the feet of his assailant and had slowly crawled up from his feet and up to the top. The vine gave little resistance and was relatively easy to get out of it you had at least a little bit of strength, the rate of travel of the climbing vines were also slow giving Bristlebane more than enough time to escape. With him busy, Yunan waited to see what the man would do with his spell slowly entangling him.</s>
| <|message|>Cassie Strom
A white gloved hand plucked Astarte's cigarette out of his mouth, putting the tip into a skull headed pipe clamped between sharp grinning teeth as Cassie eyed the young boy, monocle glinting in the sun before she handed the cigarette back. Such brazen behavior towards a knight, let alone one of the Triumvirate, was something most would never dare. But then, few dared what Cassie dared. She puffed the pipe, letting a trail of smoke bleed out from her teeth as she cocked her head, the massive Howler Cannon strapped to her back clanking against the ammo bag. She smelled heavily of cordite, smoke, gun oil, and black powder. Odds are she'd just finished morning drills with her platoon, or maintenance on the Howler, or any number of things involving her beloved cannon. She spoke way too loudly, causing several passerby to give curious glances as her voice carried across the square.
"Goooood morning Sir Astarte. Isn't it a bit early to be getting worked up over your sister's little event? Actually, keep going. You're pretty freaking cute when you're ruffled."
The bombardier's jackal grin widened as she gave a salute, still 'technically' following protocol. As a sapper, she was quite low in the military, after all. She took a long drag as she eyed the piece of paper, having already seen about 16 others around the city. You'd have to be deaf and blind to not pick up the hidden message that was so absolutely poorly hidden within the letters, or to hear the whispering from the citizens who had noticed it. While Cassie was most definitely deaf in her left ear from the Cannon, she was certainly not blind. Especially since the subject had been on her mind for days now. Still, it would be best to avoid bringing the subject up, especially around Hazael's brother. Her amber eyes flitted back to Astarte, the grin remaining as she puffed the pipe.
"I take it by the grumblings and threats of assault upon your sister that you will NOT be joining the event? You wouldn't happen to know anything about it? I'm curious myself."</s> |
<|description|>Cassie Strom
Appearance:
Cassie is always dressed rather properly, and has a thick leather harness that she uses to lug her Howler Cannon around with.
Nicknames/Titles: The Bombshell
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Skills:
Bombadier - Cassie is one of the best sappers you could find. Admittedly when your weapon blows up large square footage anywhere near where it lands, that doesn't count for much, but she is admittedly excellent at making her shots land where they're needed.
Explosives - Cass can easily combine various materials to create make-shift bombs, or disarm other explosives rapidly.
Collateral damage - Her cannon is small as far as cannons go, but it's still a cannon.
Demolition - There's very little this girl can't blow up.
Architecture - When you spend your life blowing buildings up, you learn a thing or two about architecture in general.
Equipment:
- Single Shot Howler Cannon *meant to be used by a single person, the Howler is a simple muzzle loaded cannon that can be braced against the hip to fire either directly forward or arced for greater range and to clear fortifications. She can only get one shot off before she needs to reload, but if she's got the space, she can make about 3 shots per minute. Can be used medium to long range, but is useless up close. Ammo consists of a heavy slugs or grapeshot, situation depending*
- Howler Support Gear *stands for keeping the cannon upright, and a basic maintenance/cleaning kit*
- Rope *always handy, but often used to help strap the cannon to herself*
- Black Powder satchels *mostly used for the Howler, can be used as makeshift bombs*
- Grenades *essentially ready made molotov cocktails used to keep enemies from reaching her*
- Dagger *more utility than combat oriented*
- Three shot pistol *last resort if someone with a blade manages to reach her in a battle*
- Flint *often used to ignite the black powder when in a pinch*
- Monocle *it's generally assumed she wears it to look more refined*
Personality: Cassie is a pyromaniac with a deep love of blowing things up. Despite her very formal looking appearance and love of lavish fineries, this girl is one bullet short of a full clip at all times. Not insane, but renowned as unstable, Cassie is driven and passionate. Loud, boisterous, and fiery, especially around explosions or fire. She loves the smell of gunpowder and is infatuated with guns, the bigger the better. Despite this 'explosive' attitude, she is fiercely loyal to King Allamon, and takes great pains to help others who need it.
Biography: An immigrant from Milokis, Cassie came to New Torrea with her father and sister. Though most of her life was spent in relatively poor conditions, she eventually joined the army, aspiring to be a great knight. However, her melee skills were beyond lacking, earning her a position at the bottom of her squad in terms of skill. She was transferred to a gunners platoon, and while she fared better, she was still one of the worst around. A sharp eyed captain noticed however that her understanding of the chemicals within the guns was beyond compare. She was again transferred to the sappers, and her purpose became clear. She showed an immediate affinity for the huge guns, and became an asset to her team. The Howler cannon became her life, and she fits it perfectly. She sends most of her pay to her father, to help raise and educate her sister so that she may have a better life than either of them, away from the military. However, when Allamon became bed ridden, Cassie was put in a tense situation. If she left the military, her sister's education would need to stop, and she would be forced to get a job just to make ends meet. The family would probably never leave their current standing, and struggle their entire lives. However, she disagrees completely with the Minister's vision, believing that to expand would simply cause the empire to collapse in on itself as their former allies turn on them in defense. She has yet to make a choice about how she should proceed yet.
Others: She is absolutely useless in any fight that doesn't involve her bombarding from a distance. Those who manage to break through her onslaught and grenades are often met with the woman simply picking up the cannon and fleeing, taking potshots with her pistol as she does so. She is still a pretty awful shot with her pistol. Often times, to avoid melee, she'll simply ignite everything around her, taking her chances with the flames instead of a sword to the stomach.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex was bored, so very, very bored. He was walking the streets of New Torrea, looking for something fun to do, when he saw a bright ed poster on the wall. He walked up to it, taking a moment to piece together what it may have been about, he smiled. Fighting a giant monster was always fun, so very fun. Now then, to find the area where he was supposed to meet this Hazel person. He walked around for quite a bit, asked some directions, hit a few dead ends, and almost got mugged a couple of times(it didn't end well for the muggers), but he finally found where the meeting sight was, and by the looks of things so far, was the only one to have arrived so far. Walking over to the lady that seemed to be waiting for people, he held out the poster in front of him, a wide smile on his face as he did so.
"It says here that you need some help fighting a monster, well , Nex here wishes to help. I'm really good at fighting monsters, like, extremely good. So, are we waiting on other people to show or what. Oh, and are you the Hazel person that put these out, or just someone else who found a flyer?"</s>
<|message|>Ralena
Approaching the area near the gates, Ralena looked around to see if she could see who had put the posters out for the adventurous mission or quest.
Eventually she saw two people near a wall and one of them had one of the advertisements she had seen before.
Looks like this is the place.
However, Ralena had no intention of joining this group and only wanted to see what their plans were. She walked over to a building opposite of where Hazael was and sat down on a bench. Soon enough, Ralena would see who these people were and if they were true warriors or not.
Until then, Ralena pulled a small packet of papers from her pocket and began to do some reading. All the while, she was relatively observant of the area around her. The streets, people going in and out of the nearby buildings. The only place Ralena didn't have a good view of was the roof of the building directly behind her. The bench she was sitting on was right next to the building. Nonetheless, she flipped through some pages while waiting to see what would happen.</s>
<|message|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
New TorreaTsubasa
Moving through the bustle of the city slowed him significantly; by the time he got to the gates, there was already someone speaking to the well-dressed woman with an overly large blade who must have been the contact. The poster had said she was a knight commander or something of the sort, and despite her slight frame she did have the look about her of one who had seen a lot of combat. The sword at her back had been well used and well maintained. The other person talking to her looked to be a young man with a...somewhat disturbed look to him. Tsubasa slowed his gait by a half step, using the extra time as he walked towards them to analyze the area.
He took note of every entrance, every exit, every door to every building. Which street was most crowded, which was empty, which nook would hide him and which cranny would give him away. Someone was sitting on a bench, appearing to read. But their observation skills weren't half bad; he'd used that method himself a few times, and it required a great deal of subtlety. Competition...or perhaps, the news that he was being targeted had already reached Donat, and he had dispatched some of his own agents? Though his eyes were hidden beneath the rim of his hood and the white, puffy fur lining around it, Tsubasa kept the observer in the corner of his sight as he approached Hazael and Nex.
"'Scuse me. I'm here about that same flier." he spoke up, loud enough for them both to hear him. "I'm not that great at monster hunting...but I'm good at getting jobs done." He looked meaningfully at Hazael. "So, care to explain a little more about this job?"</s>
<|message|>Damon Farrow
Lord Captain Farrow
It was early, Damon always awoke early. In actual fact he wasn't expected to be at his post for another two hours but he liked to be early and he didn't like the newest guard, a cocky young man who was good at his job but always seemed too relieved after a night shift. He stood up and got dressed, put on his armor and pulled the belt holding his sheath tight before trying it still. He looked at his appearance in a mirror and began heading down the stairs. His staff had already prepared breakfast and were just finishing the table placements. There were two, at the one end was his seat and at the far other was his mothers seat, but she almost never left her room after the death of Damon's Father and brother. "I don't know why you insist on cooking a full breakfast you know I will never eat." he sighed to his manservant, an old man named Keel, with a smile.
Damon had liked Keel as he had never changed, even after the death of his late master he remained sure in his duty and always going the extra mile for Damon to make sure the boy wanted for nothing. Keel had looked after him when he was young and never really stopped. "Look, you and the staff enjoy a hearty breakfast, I will just have a slice of meat." he said heading into the kitchen and doing exactly that before stepping out into the cool morning air. He felt like today would be a good day, that was until he saw the flier.
He thought nothing of it until he read the fine print. 'What was she thinking!' he thought 'If the Prime-minister hears of this then It will be civil war!' he then allowed himself a cuss and muttered "I had better confront her... before I'm forced to fight the kingdom to keep the king alive!" with another muttered curse he gripped his sword tightly and set off to find the Knight Lieutenant Commander. The gates to the city would require a detour, more like he was going a great distance out of his way, but he still had time and this was big... "Commoners messing with affairs of state never end well!" he growled through gritted teeth as he set off from the peaceful of the nobility to the hustle and bustle of the city, not having time to get some of his men to accompany him.</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
Chloe had no real comprehension of personal space or privacy and so started to casually wander around behind the blacksmith as he set to work on her steel rods, looking around to see if there was anything interesting.
"Is it?" she replied as he commented on the design for the rods. She had never really considered the design to be anything special, but then again it was hardly her field of expertise. She let the comment about Donat slide though as she had no reason to talk against him either, not yet anyway. If he had machinations of power that was his business. Only once she talked with this Hazeal women would she make up her mind about the prime minister. She picked up a small hammer from a desk and turned it around in her hands experimentally. It was light and looked well used.
"A family reunion, I guess," Chloe replied non-committally as she put the hammer back down where she had found it. She spun around to face the blacksmith as he worked and with her hands planted behind her waist she leaned toward him with a quizzical look on her face. "But an adventure huh? That's a pretty bold thing to do if you don't mind me saying so." Whether he minded her asking or not was clearly not an issue for her. Chloe looked at him for a moment before looking at the contents of his workshop. "Are you any good with any of these?" she asked, indicating the products of his craft.</s>
| <|message|>Cassie Strom
"Technically, sir, what I'm doing is disrespecting authority, not insubordination."
She considered adding Lieutenant Cutie, but opted instead to not push her luck just yet. Though it would be rather amusing to watch the knight explain why he punished Cassie for calling him cute. Astarte was known for being easy to push off the deep end, what with all his pride. Like a puffed up baby owl trying to swagger. Still, he DID outrank her, and was a skilled knight from what she overheard. She puffed the pipe again, then shifted the Howler across her shoulders with another jackal grin.
"Giant targets you say? Sounds like a perfect place for me. I guess I'll go meet the Knight Lieutenant and join the mission. See you there Lieutenant..."
As the bombardier turned around, she puffed the smoke through her grin, giving a wink to Astarte as she headed off towards the gate.
"...Cutie."</s> |
<|description|>Cassie Strom
Appearance:
Cassie is always dressed rather properly, and has a thick leather harness that she uses to lug her Howler Cannon around with.
Nicknames/Titles: The Bombshell
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Skills:
Bombadier - Cassie is one of the best sappers you could find. Admittedly when your weapon blows up large square footage anywhere near where it lands, that doesn't count for much, but she is admittedly excellent at making her shots land where they're needed.
Explosives - Cass can easily combine various materials to create make-shift bombs, or disarm other explosives rapidly.
Collateral damage - Her cannon is small as far as cannons go, but it's still a cannon.
Demolition - There's very little this girl can't blow up.
Architecture - When you spend your life blowing buildings up, you learn a thing or two about architecture in general.
Equipment:
- Single Shot Howler Cannon *meant to be used by a single person, the Howler is a simple muzzle loaded cannon that can be braced against the hip to fire either directly forward or arced for greater range and to clear fortifications. She can only get one shot off before she needs to reload, but if she's got the space, she can make about 3 shots per minute. Can be used medium to long range, but is useless up close. Ammo consists of a heavy slugs or grapeshot, situation depending*
- Howler Support Gear *stands for keeping the cannon upright, and a basic maintenance/cleaning kit*
- Rope *always handy, but often used to help strap the cannon to herself*
- Black Powder satchels *mostly used for the Howler, can be used as makeshift bombs*
- Grenades *essentially ready made molotov cocktails used to keep enemies from reaching her*
- Dagger *more utility than combat oriented*
- Three shot pistol *last resort if someone with a blade manages to reach her in a battle*
- Flint *often used to ignite the black powder when in a pinch*
- Monocle *it's generally assumed she wears it to look more refined*
Personality: Cassie is a pyromaniac with a deep love of blowing things up. Despite her very formal looking appearance and love of lavish fineries, this girl is one bullet short of a full clip at all times. Not insane, but renowned as unstable, Cassie is driven and passionate. Loud, boisterous, and fiery, especially around explosions or fire. She loves the smell of gunpowder and is infatuated with guns, the bigger the better. Despite this 'explosive' attitude, she is fiercely loyal to King Allamon, and takes great pains to help others who need it.
Biography: An immigrant from Milokis, Cassie came to New Torrea with her father and sister. Though most of her life was spent in relatively poor conditions, she eventually joined the army, aspiring to be a great knight. However, her melee skills were beyond lacking, earning her a position at the bottom of her squad in terms of skill. She was transferred to a gunners platoon, and while she fared better, she was still one of the worst around. A sharp eyed captain noticed however that her understanding of the chemicals within the guns was beyond compare. She was again transferred to the sappers, and her purpose became clear. She showed an immediate affinity for the huge guns, and became an asset to her team. The Howler cannon became her life, and she fits it perfectly. She sends most of her pay to her father, to help raise and educate her sister so that she may have a better life than either of them, away from the military. However, when Allamon became bed ridden, Cassie was put in a tense situation. If she left the military, her sister's education would need to stop, and she would be forced to get a job just to make ends meet. The family would probably never leave their current standing, and struggle their entire lives. However, she disagrees completely with the Minister's vision, believing that to expand would simply cause the empire to collapse in on itself as their former allies turn on them in defense. She has yet to make a choice about how she should proceed yet.
Others: She is absolutely useless in any fight that doesn't involve her bombarding from a distance. Those who manage to break through her onslaught and grenades are often met with the woman simply picking up the cannon and fleeing, taking potshots with her pistol as she does so. She is still a pretty awful shot with her pistol. Often times, to avoid melee, she'll simply ignite everything around her, taking her chances with the flames instead of a sword to the stomach.</s>
<|message|>Ralena
Ralena watched as a few more people moved along the street.
Someone else joined the two that were near the wall. Another male.
"That makes three so far," she said quietly, speaking into the air. She took a moment to look directly at the three people ahead and ended up making eye contact with one of them. She stared at the young woman for a few moments, before returning to her reading again.
I can't make out what they're saying, but it's too soon to move in. Who knows how many more may show up.
A man began his way down the streets, pushing a fruit cart along the street. Ralena blinked for a moment, before standing and putting her reading material back in her pocket. She waved a hand to the man with the cart and jogged over to him.
"How much are two of these?" she asked the man, looking at some of the fruit.
Eventually, she bit into a juicy fruit, while standing in the middle of the street. She looked at the small group near the wall and raised her arm, eventually letting the fruit fly towards the three people. She didn't aim at any of them in particular, but if no one moved it was sure to hit at least one of them.
The fruit was medium sized and had a soft, but firm texture on the outside.</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
"Guns huh? Well, I wouldn't know about those," Chloe said jovially in response as she listened to him speak, though in truth she was quite serious. Her form of magic required her to possess a rather in depth knowledge of the shapes and properties of weapons. The more she knew the easier it was to create them through her magic. Swords were easy. Shields were even easier if you wanted something simple but strong. Guns though, guns were a weapon that she could not create with her magic. Too many moving parts for a start. She moved over to the table that he had indicated and knelt down before the chest and looked it over. She did not go to open it.
"I will be, in a manner of speaking, though not without those rods~" she said in an almost lyrical, singsong tone. "I may need to use them before the day is out you see, depending on what the young lady knight has to say~" The truth at the moment was that she had no idea what was going to happen when she got her answer. She might even need to use them on the lady herself, if it came to it. She looked at the blacksmiths back and stared at him for a moment as a thought occurred to her.
"Chloe Magnolia Chevalier, at your service my lord craftsman," she said playfully without a hint of apparent sarcasm.</s>
<|message|>Avon L. Ruhame
Avon Ruhame
After noting the poster's information and pounding into his brain the location and time, he decided he would check it out a little bit early. He glanced at the poster before he left to see the gates, as much as he would've loved to take the poster himself so he could easily reference the information, that might have made it so others wouldn't know about it. And ruining other people's job opportunities wasn't something he was up for. So, after speaking the information aloud in order to get it down for sure, he meandered over towards the gate.
' Wow, fuck. I hope they still have room for me. ' Not only did it look like there was a meeting about it today, but it was packed! If Avon had any other promising jobs he could've got, he would probably had just left. But his curiosity and trouble looking for work in the town made it so he would stay. The people around him didn't look all that untrustworthy, however handfull of them gave off some shady vibes. Not that it mattered, if there were this many people the job would most likely be a huge success. 'It'd be as smooth as a lynchin' was the wording he used when he thought about it. Well, with this many people though the money might be split into pretty small chunks, and the job offer never said it was going to pay well. As Avon drew closer, he was able to pick out who was Hazael, and what she was saying.
Instantly he felt like an idiot. Wow If I ain't the biggest dumbass in this crowd I would never find who is. He had thought the spider was some company brand, or what symbol the group would be representing. Not what they were hunting! Oh well, at least no one knew that's what he thought it would be. He was also surprised at the job request itself. Now, Avon isn't, nor ever was too great of a monster hunter, but a job like this was one he was somewhat excited to go on. Helping scientists, killing baddies, getting payed, sounded like a honest job! So long as he wasn't expected to extort some old men after the job was done he was ready to go! After Hazael finished explaining the job, she asked for those present to introduce themselves. Avon decided on waiting a bit before throwing himself out there, people probably wouldn't want to hear about the wandering amateur gunsmith anyway.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex's cloak flew outwards as a tendril of black intercepted the fruit that seemed to be headed his way, spearing it right through the center. It retreated slightly, stopping only to allow Nex to pull the fruit off of it, then it dispersed nothingness. Nex took a bite out of it, enjoying the taste of it, sweet yet tart at the same time. Nex walked over to the person who has thrown the fruit, his ever present smile still plastered on his face.
"You know it's not nice to throw things lady, people could get hurt. But now that you've stopped trying to be sneaky, Nex can ask you who you are. Nex likes having a lot of friends, would you like to be one of them?" Nex continued to munch on the fruit, nodding towards the lady as he continued to speak. "Also, thanks for fruit, it's very good."
Akira</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
Dante listened to the girl talk, ears perking up when he heard about the rods. He looked at her, dropping the final complete rod into the cloth he had set up next to the anvil, the rod clinking as it hit the others. "Why are you talking like that?" he asked, giving her an odd gaze. When she mentioned her name and being at his service, he cocked his head, eyes widening a little. "Oh, uh... ok. I'm Dante Obsid. Pleasure to meet you." Dante said calmly, handing the bag with the items to the girl. He put up the 'Gone for awhile' sign, and stepped out, shaking his cloak after grabbing his sword, the sharp blade at his waist. "Anyways, I'm off about this adventure. Feel free to follow!" He said, mimicking the sing-song voice and dashing off, using the same path he did when he first moved here, jumping off the side, landing on an old, steady roof, and running along it, jumping aside, not many bothering to look up, and he made his way to the gate, wanting to hear about the adventure. Hearing about this from one like Hazeal, surprised him. He was excited. Something like this hadn't happened to him before. His blood rushed at the thought. He soon was in sight of the gate of the capital, running and waving, hoping he wasn't too late.</s>
| <|message|>Cassie Strom
"Right, sorry Sir."
Cassie backed off on the teasing, slowing her pace to let the young man take the lead. While she was fully willing to fluster and annoy, she wasn't willing to ACTUALLY undermine a superior officer's pride and authority in public. Despite her attitude, she was a soldier, and a good one at that. Plus, Astarte seemed surprisingly innocent and full of idealism. She didn't have the heart to crush that. At the mention of her wages, however, her thoughts turned to Donat as she puffed her pipe quietly. Expansion of the empire would cripple, rather than bring power. The other nations wouldn't just stand around and let themselves be pushed back. They'd fight. The grand dream of a mighty empire would fracture. Internal power struggles, the poor get trampled, civil war, suppression...Cassie's mind flicked back and forth. Not so much on the potential war, not even on whether or not the nation would survive...but on which side she'd find herself. On one hand, she disagreed heavily with the idea of expansionism. The other nations were allies, there was peace. Living in poverty had let the bombardier learn many things, the least of which being that no matter what's happening, it's the weak and poor who suffer for the strong and rich.
But on the other hand, her family relied on her own military wages to stay above the water. If she opposed Donat openly, assuming she wasn't executed on the spot, she'd be discharged from the military. Her family would crumble. A matter of pride and principal versus family and necessity. She had time to decide. She would see what the Knight Lieutenant was planning. It could be a ruse to sniff out those who opposed Donat and kill them. See how things go. Make a decision then. For now, focus on the fact that she'd got to unload her Howler into a living monster, instead of another damn training dummy. The thought filled her with glee as she adjusted the straps to her massive harness, already measuring the charges in her head. Judging by the name and the mention of silk, this thing was a spider of some sort. Hard shell. Squishy interiors. She couldn't help herself at the thought of seeing gore filled explosions from each shot she'd let loose. Puncture slugs would do amazing things to such a beast.
"Don't suppose we'll be getting paid for this hunt sir? I could use some extra money, and I AM using my personal powders for this. The stuff the treasury springs for just doesn't have the oomph or the flare that makes every shot so damn beautiful. Gotta tinker a bit to give it that extra burn."
She bit her lip, picking up the pace to match Astarte's as they neared the gate. Looked like quite the crowd had gathered actually. She wiped at her monocle, adjusting the cravat on her coat and cracking her knuckles happily, the massive Howler Cannon dwarfing just about everyone in attendance.</s> |
<|description|>Cassie Strom
Appearance:
Cassie is always dressed rather properly, and has a thick leather harness that she uses to lug her Howler Cannon around with.
Nicknames/Titles: The Bombshell
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Skills:
Bombadier - Cassie is one of the best sappers you could find. Admittedly when your weapon blows up large square footage anywhere near where it lands, that doesn't count for much, but she is admittedly excellent at making her shots land where they're needed.
Explosives - Cass can easily combine various materials to create make-shift bombs, or disarm other explosives rapidly.
Collateral damage - Her cannon is small as far as cannons go, but it's still a cannon.
Demolition - There's very little this girl can't blow up.
Architecture - When you spend your life blowing buildings up, you learn a thing or two about architecture in general.
Equipment:
- Single Shot Howler Cannon *meant to be used by a single person, the Howler is a simple muzzle loaded cannon that can be braced against the hip to fire either directly forward or arced for greater range and to clear fortifications. She can only get one shot off before she needs to reload, but if she's got the space, she can make about 3 shots per minute. Can be used medium to long range, but is useless up close. Ammo consists of a heavy slugs or grapeshot, situation depending*
- Howler Support Gear *stands for keeping the cannon upright, and a basic maintenance/cleaning kit*
- Rope *always handy, but often used to help strap the cannon to herself*
- Black Powder satchels *mostly used for the Howler, can be used as makeshift bombs*
- Grenades *essentially ready made molotov cocktails used to keep enemies from reaching her*
- Dagger *more utility than combat oriented*
- Three shot pistol *last resort if someone with a blade manages to reach her in a battle*
- Flint *often used to ignite the black powder when in a pinch*
- Monocle *it's generally assumed she wears it to look more refined*
Personality: Cassie is a pyromaniac with a deep love of blowing things up. Despite her very formal looking appearance and love of lavish fineries, this girl is one bullet short of a full clip at all times. Not insane, but renowned as unstable, Cassie is driven and passionate. Loud, boisterous, and fiery, especially around explosions or fire. She loves the smell of gunpowder and is infatuated with guns, the bigger the better. Despite this 'explosive' attitude, she is fiercely loyal to King Allamon, and takes great pains to help others who need it.
Biography: An immigrant from Milokis, Cassie came to New Torrea with her father and sister. Though most of her life was spent in relatively poor conditions, she eventually joined the army, aspiring to be a great knight. However, her melee skills were beyond lacking, earning her a position at the bottom of her squad in terms of skill. She was transferred to a gunners platoon, and while she fared better, she was still one of the worst around. A sharp eyed captain noticed however that her understanding of the chemicals within the guns was beyond compare. She was again transferred to the sappers, and her purpose became clear. She showed an immediate affinity for the huge guns, and became an asset to her team. The Howler cannon became her life, and she fits it perfectly. She sends most of her pay to her father, to help raise and educate her sister so that she may have a better life than either of them, away from the military. However, when Allamon became bed ridden, Cassie was put in a tense situation. If she left the military, her sister's education would need to stop, and she would be forced to get a job just to make ends meet. The family would probably never leave their current standing, and struggle their entire lives. However, she disagrees completely with the Minister's vision, believing that to expand would simply cause the empire to collapse in on itself as their former allies turn on them in defense. She has yet to make a choice about how she should proceed yet.
Others: She is absolutely useless in any fight that doesn't involve her bombarding from a distance. Those who manage to break through her onslaught and grenades are often met with the woman simply picking up the cannon and fleeing, taking potshots with her pistol as she does so. She is still a pretty awful shot with her pistol. Often times, to avoid melee, she'll simply ignite everything around her, taking her chances with the flames instead of a sword to the stomach.</s>
<|message|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
New TorreaTsubasa
Forget learning discrepancy, she'd just murdered it in cold blood and broad daylight. Before he got a single step away from the group, Hazael dropped all pretenses and simply stated her plans to incite a complete and total civil war. Tsubasa sighed, looking up at the sky as if praying for patience, his hood finally dropping away to reveal his red hair in its true intensity, and his cold, narrow gaze that he now turned back upon the female knight.
"You know what? Okay. Sure. I'll just go ahead and be crazy too." he muttered, before stepping back to the woman. "Look, if you want the whole root of this problem dead, for high ranking politicians my rate is two hundred thousand before expenses, half up front. Give me a week, and I'll give you Donat's head."</s>
<|message|>Bristlebane
Bristlebane raised his hand akwardly, "I'm confused, We ARE killing a gaint spider or AREN'T killing a gaint spider?" That was a lot of talking and something about a chicken coup which had really thrown him off. Also he had been still wondering why a gaint spider could spit fire of its mouth, life really wasn't fair, how come some things got to spitfire and he didn't?</s>
<|message|>Damon Farrow
Lord Captain Damon Farrow
Damon heard her telling them that she was planning on acting against Donat and picked up his pace. While Damon was no friend of Donat he was also no friend people telling the world they planned to betray him, since he knew any real threat to Donat would force his hand and his men would be fighting most the Kingdoms armies alone. He began to ease his pace as he reached the group, jogging past the people on the outside and walking to Hazael herself. "Are you MAD!" he said when he arrived, breathing deeply from the frantic sprint down once he heard what she was saying. "Do you want.." he stopped, taking a deep breath "Knight Lieutenant Commander, if anyone breaths a word of this in the palace then the king wont last two minutes!" he took another breath, an uncertain look in his eyes "I should lock you up right now, to stop this getting out of hand..." then he shook his head, the hand clutching his sword hilt dropped, then rose to meet Damon's forehead "But.. I wont. If what you say is true I guess I can.. double the guard and.. and then what?!" His hand dropped down again and he vaguely saluted, he may not follow the normal military ranks but he WAS a soldier, even if she would be more likely to salute him then the other way around. "I suppose I am yours to command, if what you say is true and this is going to happen then what's the kings guard going to do against Donat and his pawns?"</s>
| <|message|>Cassie Strom
Cassie grinned at Astarte's back. Guess she touched a nerve. As the siblings began to act all sibling-like with each other, a shapeshifting mage became extremely excited over her cannon. While the constant shifting would probably be slightly jarring, Cassie grew up in the land of the mages. This sort of stuff was too common to really bat an eye at, even if the mages seemed to think everything they did was some grand display of amazing power. She grinned, putting one gloved hand on the boy's...girl's...thing's head with a ruffle.
"It is a cannon, it's the Howler in fact. You can touch it, but as for getting one, you'll need to spend a small fortune. I don't know many gunsmiths who still make them that don't belong to the military."
She gave a wink with another hyena grin.
"I've modified it to Hell and back. Military grade is fine for small jobs but if you want something done right, gotta customize. Won't find another like it. But it should make that spider explode like a big slime-filled bubble. Boom!"
She gave a short bow of sorts, adjusting her monocle as the mage said it's name.
"Wonderful to meet you Nex, I'm Cassie. And if you like explosions as much as I do, we'll get along famously."
Then she heard Hazael openly announce her plans. And the resulting reactions. She tapped her chin for a moment. Cassie wasn't the sharpest sword in the armory, but even she could see the flaw of just about every plan that was just announced. Years of working on bringing large scale problems down had taught her to look for smaller details that most would miss. She looked around, relieved to see that the gate was MOSTLY deserted except by some civilians who weren't particularly interested in a large group of military people.
"Okay, step by step I'm seeing some flaws here. First off, Knight Lieutenant, though honestly openly admitting to rebellion sort of removes your rank, as our happy Lord Captain here has stated, you may have already gotten the royal family killed by announcing your intention. If the Minister, and I'm only saying this as a for instance, heard of your intents and was indeed guilty, then there's no reason to hold off on his plan until the Arachnoblast arrives, but rather speed it up to prevent our intervention."
She made a slight bob over to Bristlebane with a grin.
"Which relies on us killing the monster to avoid it being used as a living siege weapon, oh I like that, can I be referred to like that? But yes, I do believe we are going to go kill a giant spider."
She then focused on the assassin with an ego.
"And let's, again just for fun, pretend you DID manage to bring down the target, as every member of your occupation claims they're the best and I'm sure you're no exception, so an entire castle of guards, mages, and people trained from youth to stop your kind clearly makes nooooo difference. Then what? There's now an entire nation with no leader, fired up over expansionist ideals, and someone with less subtlety than the Minister takes control and makes the situation worse. Or someone who supports the current way of doing things takes over and does an inquisition to find MORE traitors. Or you fail, you're head is piked, and he once again speeds up his plan since he knows he's been outed. You're asking for a lot of money for a bad outcome either way."
She slid the cannon off her shoulders, letting it thud into the ground as she leaned on it, eyeing everyone from behind her monocle.
"Now, doubling the guard doesn't make sense either. Doing so would make the Minister suspicious of why you're doing it. How many of your guard support Donat and how many oppose him? You could just make things worse. You're all shooting at the wall, hoping to break it down, when you need to hit all the foundations at once. If you're goal is to stop a coup, you need to make them unable to move forward but unable to pull back. Or at the very least, force them to start from a weakened position."
She pointed at the assassin.
"A fake attempt on Donat's life, not to kill him, but to let him think something unrelated to his plan was at play. You could stage a fight with the Lord Captain here pretty easily, which leads to..."
Her finger draped over to the Lord Captain.
"Doubling the guard due to this assassin's attempt on his life. Hand choose a select few for duty around the royal family, only ones you KNOW don't support the minister's current plan. No one will question why they have extra protection, and will assume you just picked your elites to do so."
Her finger rested at Hazael's direction.
"Kill the Arachnoblast, as he can't announce that the beast is supposed to arrive alive. He needs it as a surprise. An open conflict with just his supporters could probably go either way, that thing is his trump card. You have orders to kill it. It wouldn't be hard to say the battle became too heated and the body was destroyed in the process. Along with the mage controlling it, who remarkably, had a contract on his body for the assassination of the Minister."
The folded her hands under her chin, tipping the cannon slightly as she grinned.
"Stop the beast. Double the guard. Avoid a power vacuum. In theory, this would hold Donat in place until he finds a new card to play for an advantage. Or, if he makes a move with limited support, the royal family is surrounded by loyalists who get them out of the city, and your coup begins anyway. His power struggle begins with less resources and ahead of his schedule, putting him in a weaker position. No matter what you do, people are going to get hurt and people are going to die. Mostly the innocents. But as I said, this is all just a for instance."</s> |
<|description|>Cassie Strom
Appearance:
Cassie is always dressed rather properly, and has a thick leather harness that she uses to lug her Howler Cannon around with.
Nicknames/Titles: The Bombshell
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Skills:
Bombadier - Cassie is one of the best sappers you could find. Admittedly when your weapon blows up large square footage anywhere near where it lands, that doesn't count for much, but she is admittedly excellent at making her shots land where they're needed.
Explosives - Cass can easily combine various materials to create make-shift bombs, or disarm other explosives rapidly.
Collateral damage - Her cannon is small as far as cannons go, but it's still a cannon.
Demolition - There's very little this girl can't blow up.
Architecture - When you spend your life blowing buildings up, you learn a thing or two about architecture in general.
Equipment:
- Single Shot Howler Cannon *meant to be used by a single person, the Howler is a simple muzzle loaded cannon that can be braced against the hip to fire either directly forward or arced for greater range and to clear fortifications. She can only get one shot off before she needs to reload, but if she's got the space, she can make about 3 shots per minute. Can be used medium to long range, but is useless up close. Ammo consists of a heavy slugs or grapeshot, situation depending*
- Howler Support Gear *stands for keeping the cannon upright, and a basic maintenance/cleaning kit*
- Rope *always handy, but often used to help strap the cannon to herself*
- Black Powder satchels *mostly used for the Howler, can be used as makeshift bombs*
- Grenades *essentially ready made molotov cocktails used to keep enemies from reaching her*
- Dagger *more utility than combat oriented*
- Three shot pistol *last resort if someone with a blade manages to reach her in a battle*
- Flint *often used to ignite the black powder when in a pinch*
- Monocle *it's generally assumed she wears it to look more refined*
Personality: Cassie is a pyromaniac with a deep love of blowing things up. Despite her very formal looking appearance and love of lavish fineries, this girl is one bullet short of a full clip at all times. Not insane, but renowned as unstable, Cassie is driven and passionate. Loud, boisterous, and fiery, especially around explosions or fire. She loves the smell of gunpowder and is infatuated with guns, the bigger the better. Despite this 'explosive' attitude, she is fiercely loyal to King Allamon, and takes great pains to help others who need it.
Biography: An immigrant from Milokis, Cassie came to New Torrea with her father and sister. Though most of her life was spent in relatively poor conditions, she eventually joined the army, aspiring to be a great knight. However, her melee skills were beyond lacking, earning her a position at the bottom of her squad in terms of skill. She was transferred to a gunners platoon, and while she fared better, she was still one of the worst around. A sharp eyed captain noticed however that her understanding of the chemicals within the guns was beyond compare. She was again transferred to the sappers, and her purpose became clear. She showed an immediate affinity for the huge guns, and became an asset to her team. The Howler cannon became her life, and she fits it perfectly. She sends most of her pay to her father, to help raise and educate her sister so that she may have a better life than either of them, away from the military. However, when Allamon became bed ridden, Cassie was put in a tense situation. If she left the military, her sister's education would need to stop, and she would be forced to get a job just to make ends meet. The family would probably never leave their current standing, and struggle their entire lives. However, she disagrees completely with the Minister's vision, believing that to expand would simply cause the empire to collapse in on itself as their former allies turn on them in defense. She has yet to make a choice about how she should proceed yet.
Others: She is absolutely useless in any fight that doesn't involve her bombarding from a distance. Those who manage to break through her onslaught and grenades are often met with the woman simply picking up the cannon and fleeing, taking potshots with her pistol as she does so. She is still a pretty awful shot with her pistol. Often times, to avoid melee, she'll simply ignite everything around her, taking her chances with the flames instead of a sword to the stomach.</s>
<|message|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
New TorreaTsubasa
"And let's, again just for fun, pretend you DID manage to bring down the target, as every member of your occupation claims they're the best and I'm sure you're no exception, so an entire castle of guards, mages, and people trained from youth to stop your kind clearly makes nooooo difference. Then what? There's now an entire nation with no leader, fired up over expansionist ideals, and someone with less subtlety than the Minister takes control and makes the situation worse. Or someone who supports the current way of doing things takes over and does an inquisition to find MORE traitors. Or you fail, you're head is piked, and he once again speeds up his plan since he knows he's been outed. You're asking for a lot of money for a bad outcome either way."
"Do I look like I care? No, really, look at my face." Tsubasa glared at the woman, a snarl on his lips and malice in his eyes. "She wants somebody dead. I want money. I kill the guy, I get the money, win-win. Obstacles? Don't care. Power vacuum? Don't care. Whether you, the rest of these people, the poor, the rich, the good, the evil, the starving babies, toothless grandmas, anyone at all lives or dies? Do. Not. Care." He turned back to Hazael. "You're the only one with something to say I DO care about, namely being, are you willing to pay or not? If not, I'll just leave town and find somewhere my services would be more acceptable. Or maybe, when your little coup d'etat goes horribly awry due to the collective incompetence of this bunch of know-nothings, Donat will put some bounties out, and I'll get my money THAT way."</s>
<|message|>Damon Farrow
Lord Commander Damon Farrow
Damon was getting pretty annoyed at this point. "Suddenly this army grunt is a master strategist?" he said over his shoulder with a hint of spite in his voice. "I could probably double the guards without any notice as it stands. Its not like they in the council consider me at all, other then as a nuisance..." he muttered the last part "My point, little miss gun!, is that I don't have enough guards to fight off the kingdom, I doubt my men could take on even the city guard, despite their skill, the numbers are simply not in my favor." With this he spat at his feet, in her direction, muttering "I will not have a commoner with no rank order me about!" before saying, in a more audible voice, "Why don't we listen to the Knight Lieutenant, who has earned her high rank, sometimes there is not time for such subtleties. I'm sure she have thought deeply about this." At this point he finally turned the face the insolent soldier and looked her square in the eyes, his body tensing. "I just want you to know, if you plan on undermining authority then we will achieve nothing. As a soldier you should surely know the importance of order, discipline and rank, even if you, madam, appear to have none of those a fore mentioned mentioned skill sets." Damon was painfully aware that his aggression and displeasure was clearly visible but he was also aware, more so, that what was at stake was the lives of all those before him, the leader he respects so thoroughly and the future of the entire kingdom. No rebellious child would put them at jeopardy, he may not be able to command the city guard but, for now at least, he still had authority among them and would not hesitate to arrest the girl, anyone, even the Lieutenant if he thought it would protect his trusted friend and the kingdom he served.</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
Chloe twirled one of the steel rods in her hand, its weight and balance where good, not perfect, but pretty close. Dante the blacksmith did good work. She placed the rod back with its fellows and wrapped them loosely within a cloth cover. Her 'art' was performed through the medium of paper, that was the nature of her magic and only paper was susceptible to her will. Though that might sound limiting and perhaps to some extent was from a non magi point of view it had its benefits as well. Focus being one of them. The steel rods had no impact on her magic directly but would serve their purpose in the right situation. She took the bag from her back and carefully placed the rods in amongst the stacks of paper. It was starting to get heavy.
Chloe turned and took one last look at the workshop, taking a moment to contemplate the impetuousness of its owner. There was chance he would never see this place again. She smiled softly to herself. She had promised him twice the usual rate of coin for the work and in a sudden fit of enthusiasm he had neglected any payment save for the reading of a letter and a conversation. It could be that that was all he was looking for. The determined look on his face suggested as much. It had been a good expression. Chloe stifled a hearty laugh and made in the same direction but with much less haste then the blacksmith turned adventurer.
After following Dante for only a short distance she turned into a side alley, cautiously checking the opening behind her for sign of pursuit. Finding none she looked up the edge of the rooftops above. Far too high to jump and climbing was not her forte. Both facts were irrelevant of course. She grinned to herself as a storm of paper erupted from her backpack and swirled and twisted around her, writhing like a tornado. In a coordinated flurry of motion a portion of its mass fell upon her. Within moments she was covered from head to foot in long hooded coat of white, made from individual sheets of paper. The flexibility of the paper bent to her will, so it was an easy enough trick.
She reached into her backpack, which somehow remained above her new coat and pulled a stick of bread free, taking a large, satisfying bite. Magic was energy. In her case energy she generated much of it within herself, so there was a cost to be paid for its use. Magic was about balance after all. The still swirling mass of paper coalesced into a mass beneath her feet that exploded upward, propelling her onto the rooftops.
Chloe made her way to the meeting point more of less in a straight line, her paper rushing ahead to form bridges between the rooftops before returning to trail along with her. Sure it drew plenty of attention, but it would have required a very specific skill set to have followed her. When she arrived at the meeting place she could hear voices, though she could see no one as she was still on the rooftop. She was not a stealthy mover so it all likelihood her presence was already known. Despite the breeze her coat remained perfectly still as she listened in. Rebellion was in the air.</s>
<|message|>Yunan
He blinked once, then twice and for a good measure a third time before he looked around. His head was pounding as yesterday had mysterious disappeared and slipped trough his hand like grains of sand. He remembered bits and pieces of what happened yesterday, however after reaching his room yesterday and right now, he didn't remember much. His eyes wondered around to where he was and recognized some faces... yes he remembered now where he was. The red flyer that he had read yesterday had lead him to this group meeting today to kill a Arachnoblast.. well until that Hazael girl said to capture it alive? It was a silly idea but he went along with the majority of it until the Donat part.
And then there was light- not, as the one of the other readers of the flyer left about some sort of assassination attempted in short. He wasn't understanding anything at the moment, it seemed like this meeting was to discuss both about something a civil war now. In all honest it wasn't interesting for what Yunan had in mind... And then there was another person talking about a plan to delay this civil war and trying to stall Donat... It was all too confusing for what Yunan had in his mind, that he was trying to remember. Guessing that he meeting was over, he decided to leave again and find a nice cool and relaxing place for him to remember. So before he left he asked a simple question:
"Are we going to meet again, or we are gonna start the trip here? If we're meeting again, where are we meeting?" He asked while leaning on the wall, feeling sick to his stomach now. It must of been the heat or something as, he began sweating a bit and it was definitely not a good thing. Any further time spent here than necessary will be wasted and his secret might be revealed...</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
Dante soon reached the meeting place, seeing it was full of people. "Whoa..." he murmured, stepping around. "Oh, is that Hazeal?" he pondered aloud. There seemed to be people arguing over many things of politics and murder and battle. He saw a lady with a HUGE gun and stared for a moment, admiring the fine craftsmanship, and surveying other people. "Geez, there's a lot of weird things going on..." he muttered, jogging over to Hazeal and giving a quick bow. "Ah, nice to get here and meet you. I would like to help with the mission... Both of them. I mean like, the hidden one. You know what I mean, right?" he asked, nervous already from talking to a high ranking officer. He was nervous enough, talking to knights.</s>
| <|message|>Cassie Strom
"Grunt? Heehee!"
Cassie grinned at both men. Adorable. She figured her plan would be met with this reaction. Greed and pride were just a few traits men who think they have power were prone to. She remained grinning, eyes flitting to Hazael. The assassin was just that, an assassin. Trying to show how little he cared, for coin. Too easy to manipulate, too easy to remove from the picture, since anyone with nothing to prove would have just stayed quiet. The Captain...well, depending on how things went, he wouldn't have any authority or power over her soon enough. Still, his pride was showing. A lot. She understood his position though. But now that she'd seen his reaction, she knew how to better handle him. She watched the Knight Lieutenant instead, jackal grin wide. Her intent was what would matter. Despite all this, Cassie hadn't made up her mind on whether or not she would remain with the military or join this coup. Judging by the gathering...it'd be way easier to just side with the Minister, report them all, and watch them burn.
But it wouldn't necessarily be right...she hated having problems she couldn't just shoot aside.</s> |
<|description|>Cassie Strom
Appearance:
Cassie is always dressed rather properly, and has a thick leather harness that she uses to lug her Howler Cannon around with.
Nicknames/Titles: The Bombshell
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Skills:
Bombadier - Cassie is one of the best sappers you could find. Admittedly when your weapon blows up large square footage anywhere near where it lands, that doesn't count for much, but she is admittedly excellent at making her shots land where they're needed.
Explosives - Cass can easily combine various materials to create make-shift bombs, or disarm other explosives rapidly.
Collateral damage - Her cannon is small as far as cannons go, but it's still a cannon.
Demolition - There's very little this girl can't blow up.
Architecture - When you spend your life blowing buildings up, you learn a thing or two about architecture in general.
Equipment:
- Single Shot Howler Cannon *meant to be used by a single person, the Howler is a simple muzzle loaded cannon that can be braced against the hip to fire either directly forward or arced for greater range and to clear fortifications. She can only get one shot off before she needs to reload, but if she's got the space, she can make about 3 shots per minute. Can be used medium to long range, but is useless up close. Ammo consists of a heavy slugs or grapeshot, situation depending*
- Howler Support Gear *stands for keeping the cannon upright, and a basic maintenance/cleaning kit*
- Rope *always handy, but often used to help strap the cannon to herself*
- Black Powder satchels *mostly used for the Howler, can be used as makeshift bombs*
- Grenades *essentially ready made molotov cocktails used to keep enemies from reaching her*
- Dagger *more utility than combat oriented*
- Three shot pistol *last resort if someone with a blade manages to reach her in a battle*
- Flint *often used to ignite the black powder when in a pinch*
- Monocle *it's generally assumed she wears it to look more refined*
Personality: Cassie is a pyromaniac with a deep love of blowing things up. Despite her very formal looking appearance and love of lavish fineries, this girl is one bullet short of a full clip at all times. Not insane, but renowned as unstable, Cassie is driven and passionate. Loud, boisterous, and fiery, especially around explosions or fire. She loves the smell of gunpowder and is infatuated with guns, the bigger the better. Despite this 'explosive' attitude, she is fiercely loyal to King Allamon, and takes great pains to help others who need it.
Biography: An immigrant from Milokis, Cassie came to New Torrea with her father and sister. Though most of her life was spent in relatively poor conditions, she eventually joined the army, aspiring to be a great knight. However, her melee skills were beyond lacking, earning her a position at the bottom of her squad in terms of skill. She was transferred to a gunners platoon, and while she fared better, she was still one of the worst around. A sharp eyed captain noticed however that her understanding of the chemicals within the guns was beyond compare. She was again transferred to the sappers, and her purpose became clear. She showed an immediate affinity for the huge guns, and became an asset to her team. The Howler cannon became her life, and she fits it perfectly. She sends most of her pay to her father, to help raise and educate her sister so that she may have a better life than either of them, away from the military. However, when Allamon became bed ridden, Cassie was put in a tense situation. If she left the military, her sister's education would need to stop, and she would be forced to get a job just to make ends meet. The family would probably never leave their current standing, and struggle their entire lives. However, she disagrees completely with the Minister's vision, believing that to expand would simply cause the empire to collapse in on itself as their former allies turn on them in defense. She has yet to make a choice about how she should proceed yet.
Others: She is absolutely useless in any fight that doesn't involve her bombarding from a distance. Those who manage to break through her onslaught and grenades are often met with the woman simply picking up the cannon and fleeing, taking potshots with her pistol as she does so. She is still a pretty awful shot with her pistol. Often times, to avoid melee, she'll simply ignite everything around her, taking her chances with the flames instead of a sword to the stomach.</s>
<|message|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
New TorreaTsubasa
"Triple, huh? You remember, I hope, that half of my fee is paid up front and that it may increase based on expenses I incur?" Tsubasa crossed his arms as he turned to Hazael, but this time he wore the smallest semblance of a smirk. "My equipment is very important to me. Having it taken away, even temporarily, is going to cost you. But, for three times the price...sure. Consider Donat as good as dead." He turned away to head back to the same inn he'd mentioned before. "Remember, half the money by tomorrow, or I can't guarantee anything gets done. Same inn as before, ask for Kojiro."
A fake attempt on the King, for the purposes of getting close to Donat. A bit of a roundabout...but potentially two birds with one stone, if he played his cards right. The fake attempt would give him the layout of the castle, and having the guards under Hazael's control on his side would give him plenty of escape opportunities or ways to get back into places that would no doubt be under heavier guard after the attempt on the King. It wasn't nearly as bad a plan as he'd initially thought, but...only an amateur wouldn't expect something to go wrong. No strategy, no matter how articulate, survives reaching the battlefield.
He'd need to do a little bit of "research" tonight...but that would be no problem.</s>
<|message|>Hazael Michaellis
Astarte & Hazael
People seemed to come together a bit better now. They were now willing to follow her, or at least, that's what she thought. Now, what was next? She motioned something to her brother on the rooftop. If someone were to turn around, they'd see a shadow hurrying out of sight. Kendrick, Hazael's brother, who was watching over everything and will now inform everyone of Hazael's companions and who they should be watching. It was thought, Hazael was almost sure that Donat was already on their case. She felt the approaching danger, that's for sure, but right now, she couldn't back down, not after so many preparations. "Dismissed, then. We will meet right here again tomorrow."
Astarte was confused as ever, and wanted to demand some kind explanation. What his sister had said meant nothing to him. He'd follow her to her home if necessary, but he wanted a real run down on how the hell did Hazael got on to everything that was happening. "Sis, I-!" Before he could say anything, Hazael stopped him by simply putting her hand up.
"Ask anything you want to Kendrick. I have some things to take care of right now. Don't be late tomorrow, Assie." Hazael said, smiling at her brother and then walked to where Salazar was and motioned with her head for him to follow her. When she was sure there was no one else aroudn, she raised her voice. "Then, what is this about, Salazar?"
The Next Day
Three figures stood next to the gate, at afternoon. Donat didn't do anything all throughout the night, and that was all the more worrying. In the gate were the three siblings of the Triumvirate. Many looked at them, all armed up and wearing suits of armor. Hazael was wearing really light armor, as well as her brother Kendrick, who had a bow hanging around his back, and lastly, her baby brother, Astarte was using heavy duty armor that looked extremely heavy, along with a sword and shield.
"So, dear sister of mine, how the hell are we going to bring the other pair of girls here with the Arachnoblaster in our butss, huh?" Kendrick said, while Hazael just sighed. "Whaaaat... No comeback, really? I thought you were a better straightman, woman, that this, sis." Kendrick then started laughing sarcastically. "Then, were there any hot chicks in the group from yesterday? I got a look, but not a real good look at them.... Did any of them have a nice body, sis, unlike you, that are merely bones and skin?" With that, Kendrick won himself a punch to the face. "Ouchie! I've told you not to do that, sis, my face is my toold of trade." He stroked his nose as he said that.
"Shut up already, Ken. I've got enough to worry about as it is." Hazael said, though she said so, she didn't seem all that stressed, meanwhile Astarte didn't talk at all, though. 'He must be nervous... I can't blame him.'
(@Musoka Let's do that chat through PM's, sorry. :P)</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
"Yeah, I didn't really get a good look myself either," Chloe said conversationally as she stepped out from the shadows of the gatehouse door and walked toward the group of knights who stood beneath the open gate to the city. There was a playful bounce to her step and she swung her arms in an exaggerated manner. Her body was wrapped in the same white paper coat that she had worn to the meeting the other day, only it was a little worse for wear. Her face was clean, save for a slight smudge of dirt on her cheek. If she had noticed it bothered her little.
Chloe turned toward Kendrick. "So what about me? Do I have a nice body?" Chloe said playfully, coming to a stop several feet from the group. To negate any tension her presence may have elicited she closed her eyes and laughed gently. She placed her hands together behind her back cocked her head to the side and smiled. "Chloe Magnolia Chevalier. And you must be HaZaEl," Chloe said playfully as she deliberately fumbled the pronunciation of Hazael's name. "We didn't speak yesterday. But here I am. And here you are." Chloe stood upright and laughed heartily to herself before curtsying to Hazael.</s>
<|message|>Damon Farrow
Lord Captain Damon Farrow
Damon began strolling down to the gate, this time accompanied by four members of the Kings Guard that he trusted completely, they weren't coming but he wanted them to help him keep Civvies away from the discussion... the those pesky city guard. The Other Guardsmen looked very prim and proper, in full uniform. They were walking with stone espressions, even if one of them was quite the talked off duty and could rarely hold his liquor, and their mere presence made people keep to the edge of the street, for to them this looked like official business and you never get involved in the official business of the upper classes if you valued your livelihood. On the other hand Damon looked more at ease, he was more relaxed, but not slobbish. He was still in full uniform but he hand casually rested on his hilt and his expression was one of exhaustion. Damon hadn't got much sleep, truth be told he spent most the night on duty and the rest lying down in one of the palace's guest rooms, alert for the slightest sign of movement.
Eventually he arrived at the gate to meet the trio and one other from yesterday, his men fanning out to keep the area clear of miscreants and allow them an area not filled by an army of civilians. Officially he was here to inspect the city guard and check that it was ready to deal with this arachnoblaster should Hazael's group fail, unofficially he was here to help in anyway he could. "Commander, these are some of my most trusted few, they have been informed of what should happen should an attempt be made on anyone in the palace's life. They are here to listen, observe and give me an excuse for missing my shift today." he said, adding the last part with a nervous smile, pretending he was happy to be off work. "So whats the plan?" he said getting to within a meter of the group.</s>
<|message|>Bristlebane
Bristlebane snorted and wake up blurry-eyed to see some army people and the MAGIC PAPER LADY! He shook himself awake and discarded the raggedy blanket thing he was sleeping under and stood up. She seemed to be in a good mood maybe she would be willing to teach him magic today. "Yeah whats the plan peps, and does it involve explosion?" he asked echoing Damon's question. He didn't see the gunner lady yet so probably not. He thought about when would be the best time to ask the paper lady when he could learn magic. Probably right after he did something heroic like saving her, Bristlebane began constructing a plan to win himself her favor and learn how to make the ultimate paper everything. Mostly airplanes but he could probably make other cool stuff as well.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex was on top of the gate, watching everyone assemble, wandering what he should do. He didn't remember anything that had happened after his master had taken control of him, and he had woken up just an hour ago in a nearby alley. He hoped his master hadn't offended the paper lady in anyway. Deciding he'd had enough waiting, and being a little bored and mischievous, Nex jumped from the top of the gate onto one of the male knights that had accompanied Hazael, except he didn't look like himself, but like the paper mage lady. He was still wearing the same clothes however, or more to the point, wearing the same lack of clothes.
"Nex has arrived to slay the monster too!"</s>
| <|message|>Cassie Strom
"Thought we covered that already? Kill a big ole spider."
Cassie gave a half-assed salute as she walked past the four stone faced guards, her cannon swaying from the harness on her back. She gave a wink to Chloe as she ruffled Nex's head.
"I'd say your body is quite...magical? Was that too much? Probably too much. I can never tell. Job of extremes and all that."
The bombardier slammed the cannon down onto the stone with a loud thud, giving a proper salute to Hazael before adjusting her monocle and patting the Howler and the heavy case strapped to her hips.
"Ma'am. Lieutenant Cutie, liking the armor, very intimidating. Puncture rounds, usually used for dropping braced walls during sieges, should kick through the critter's hide and wreak some havoc. These ones are modified slightly, so there SHOULDN'T be collateral on anyone up close when it hits, but it also means the booms are a bit smaller. But don't worry, I'm the best there is, so just trust that my shots won't hit any of you. I also have scatter shots in case there's infantry or the like trying to give backup, though I really don't recommend being near the target if I use it. I'm ready to go when you are."
Extra ammo, designed to minimize impact on her allies. Grenades to light everything on fire if someone gets too close to her. She pulled her pistol out to double check the ammo. Hopefully she wouldn't need to use it. Her heart gave a skip. No drills, no practice shots. She got to blow up a big freaking monster with her cannon. Some days, it was wonderful to be alive, despite the situation. She'd get to hear her baby sing again. Leaning the cannon down into a makeshift bench, she sat down on it, lighting up her pipe and giving puffs with her signature jackal grin.
"Our group seems much smaller than yesterday. Where are we intercepting the beastie?"</s> |
<|description|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
Nicknames/Titles: The Paper Angel
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Appearance: A young Caucasian woman with striking red eyes and long pale red hair that reaches down to her waist. She has a slightly eccentric manner of dress, wearing a pair of red tinted goggles on her forehead and long flowing scarf at all times. She stands at roughly 5ft11 in height and has a lithe, toned figure. Her left arm is bandaged up to the elbow, covering a burn mark received when when she was still an inexperienced magi. Her bandaged hand is hidden beneath a robust, armour lined glove. In contrast she wears a fingerless black glove on her right.
Skills:
Magical Resonance – Paper God Magic can resonate with benign magical essences to either reinforce spells already present such as wards or seals or to imbue her paper with additional properties. The latter requires cooperation with another mage. Resonating magic is far more difficult to interfere with and disrupt. It is also more draining on the user as well.
Foci Split – Chloe has trained to be able to effectively wield a wide variety of weaponry so as to make best use of her particular style of magic. This skill allows her to seamlessly swap between weapon types without interrupting her rhythm. Her skill level is easily exceeded by masters of particular weapon types or styles, as one would expect. The power of Foci Split lies in versatility and adaptability.
Strong Vessel - Years training as an apprentice to an experienced mage have their benefits, such as rigorous, repetitive training of even the most basic of cantrips. From such practice an apprentice gains increased magical stamina and efficiency.
Magic: Paper God Magic is the ability to freely manipulate sheets of paper through the will of the user to form a wide variety of shapes and forms. The more skilled the user the more complicated and intricate the shapes that can be formed. Paper that is being manipulated is far more durable and resistant to damage than conventional paper and is as strong as any steel while Paper God Magic flows through it. Basic practitioners of this magic use it to form small weapons and shields, more advanced practitioners have a far more varied repertoire of techniques as their disposal.
The greatest weakness of Paper God Magic is that of fire, regardless of whether the fire is magical or natural in origin, though natural fire needs to burn far hotter then magical fire to inflict the same degree of damage. Paper that has been soaked in water or oil is also an issue for practitioners of this form of magic as it becomes more difficult to wield, especially if magic is involved. However paper that is already being manipulated can only be drenched by the use of magically imbued water. As distance from the caster increases so does the difficulty in maintaining control of any manipulated units of paper, preventing effective long range attacks and limiting the effective range of the magic to medium range at most.
Elemental Affinity – Paper God Magic
*Fire – Very Weak
*Water – Weak
*Earth – Resistant
*Lightning – Resistant
*Wind – Resistant
*Light – Neutral
*Darkness – Neutral
Equipment:
*Goggles – Red tinted goggles used to reduce the glare of bright lights and to protect the eyes from dust and the like.
*Scarf – A wide and long brown scarf worn around the neck. Possesses no magical or supernatural properties, its value purely sentimental. Whatever material it is made from it does not burn very easily.
*Backpack – Full of paper mostly, along with a few perishables.
*Steel Rods – It is easier to form a weapon around a core material then without one.
Personality: Chloe can be somewhat eccentric in both her mannerisms and actions but there is never any doubt as to the honesty of her intentions and is generally easy to befriend. She often comes across as a somewhat lazy, needlessly cheerful and surprisingly intrusive individual with no apparent notion of privacy or personal boundaries. In battle Chloe will always seek out the tactical advantage, preferring to avoid head on and prolonged combat when at all possible. She is also very protective, willingly sacrificing her own safety to shield other people from harm. Unsurprisingly she has been injured more than a few times, sometimes grievously. She is terrified of magical fire and will cocoon herself in paper if she has no way of running away.
Biography: Chloe is the adopted daughter of knight commander Callahan Chevalier, a brave and well respected soldier in service to his majesty king Allamon of Torrea. Something of a tomboy Chloe spent far too much time at her fathers heel growing up, her natural curiosity always getting her into mischief of one sort or another. Not that her father minded all that much, he was happy so long as she was happy. But things are never that simple in the real world and when Chloe started puberty her magic started to manifest itself. Violently. Untrained magic is dangerous for all concerned and so it was with a heavy heart that Callahan sent his daughter to Milokis to be apprenticed to an experienced mage at the behest of King Allamon's court mage, who used his connections to secure the arrangement.
Being apprenticed to a mage was not such a bad thing as it turned out, there was always something to occupy her curiosity. And she was a quick study, her form of magic relying more heavily on intuition than extensive and studious discipline. As a mage in training she was expected to perform all manner of tasks as deemed appropriate by her master. These included lofty tasks such as accompanying knights into dangerous ruins to battle evil monstrosities, to chasing rats with a broom in the masters pantry. Both were equally important, according to her master. Though Chloe had her doubts on that account. One day, her master assured her, she would understand.
She had yet to complete her apprenticeship when word of civil unrest reached her, followed shortly thereafter by the news that her father had just barely survived an assassination attempt by some unknown faction. Chloe returned to the capital as soon as she was able, her master wishing her all the best, knowing he could not dissuade her from her course. After all, she was her fathers daughter.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex was bored, so very, very bored. He was walking the streets of New Torrea, looking for something fun to do, when he saw a bright ed poster on the wall. He walked up to it, taking a moment to piece together what it may have been about, he smiled. Fighting a giant monster was always fun, so very fun. Now then, to find the area where he was supposed to meet this Hazel person. He walked around for quite a bit, asked some directions, hit a few dead ends, and almost got mugged a couple of times(it didn't end well for the muggers), but he finally found where the meeting sight was, and by the looks of things so far, was the only one to have arrived so far. Walking over to the lady that seemed to be waiting for people, he held out the poster in front of him, a wide smile on his face as he did so.
"It says here that you need some help fighting a monster, well , Nex here wishes to help. I'm really good at fighting monsters, like, extremely good. So, are we waiting on other people to show or what. Oh, and are you the Hazel person that put these out, or just someone else who found a flyer?"</s>
<|message|>Ralena
Approaching the area near the gates, Ralena looked around to see if she could see who had put the posters out for the adventurous mission or quest.
Eventually she saw two people near a wall and one of them had one of the advertisements she had seen before.
Looks like this is the place.
However, Ralena had no intention of joining this group and only wanted to see what their plans were. She walked over to a building opposite of where Hazael was and sat down on a bench. Soon enough, Ralena would see who these people were and if they were true warriors or not.
Until then, Ralena pulled a small packet of papers from her pocket and began to do some reading. All the while, she was relatively observant of the area around her. The streets, people going in and out of the nearby buildings. The only place Ralena didn't have a good view of was the roof of the building directly behind her. The bench she was sitting on was right next to the building. Nonetheless, she flipped through some pages while waiting to see what would happen.</s>
<|message|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
New TorreaTsubasa
Moving through the bustle of the city slowed him significantly; by the time he got to the gates, there was already someone speaking to the well-dressed woman with an overly large blade who must have been the contact. The poster had said she was a knight commander or something of the sort, and despite her slight frame she did have the look about her of one who had seen a lot of combat. The sword at her back had been well used and well maintained. The other person talking to her looked to be a young man with a...somewhat disturbed look to him. Tsubasa slowed his gait by a half step, using the extra time as he walked towards them to analyze the area.
He took note of every entrance, every exit, every door to every building. Which street was most crowded, which was empty, which nook would hide him and which cranny would give him away. Someone was sitting on a bench, appearing to read. But their observation skills weren't half bad; he'd used that method himself a few times, and it required a great deal of subtlety. Competition...or perhaps, the news that he was being targeted had already reached Donat, and he had dispatched some of his own agents? Though his eyes were hidden beneath the rim of his hood and the white, puffy fur lining around it, Tsubasa kept the observer in the corner of his sight as he approached Hazael and Nex.
"'Scuse me. I'm here about that same flier." he spoke up, loud enough for them both to hear him. "I'm not that great at monster hunting...but I'm good at getting jobs done." He looked meaningfully at Hazael. "So, care to explain a little more about this job?"</s>
<|message|>Damon Farrow
Lord Captain Farrow
It was early, Damon always awoke early. In actual fact he wasn't expected to be at his post for another two hours but he liked to be early and he didn't like the newest guard, a cocky young man who was good at his job but always seemed too relieved after a night shift. He stood up and got dressed, put on his armor and pulled the belt holding his sheath tight before trying it still. He looked at his appearance in a mirror and began heading down the stairs. His staff had already prepared breakfast and were just finishing the table placements. There were two, at the one end was his seat and at the far other was his mothers seat, but she almost never left her room after the death of Damon's Father and brother. "I don't know why you insist on cooking a full breakfast you know I will never eat." he sighed to his manservant, an old man named Keel, with a smile.
Damon had liked Keel as he had never changed, even after the death of his late master he remained sure in his duty and always going the extra mile for Damon to make sure the boy wanted for nothing. Keel had looked after him when he was young and never really stopped. "Look, you and the staff enjoy a hearty breakfast, I will just have a slice of meat." he said heading into the kitchen and doing exactly that before stepping out into the cool morning air. He felt like today would be a good day, that was until he saw the flier.
He thought nothing of it until he read the fine print. 'What was she thinking!' he thought 'If the Prime-minister hears of this then It will be civil war!' he then allowed himself a cuss and muttered "I had better confront her... before I'm forced to fight the kingdom to keep the king alive!" with another muttered curse he gripped his sword tightly and set off to find the Knight Lieutenant Commander. The gates to the city would require a detour, more like he was going a great distance out of his way, but he still had time and this was big... "Commoners messing with affairs of state never end well!" he growled through gritted teeth as he set off from the peaceful of the nobility to the hustle and bustle of the city, not having time to get some of his men to accompany him.</s>
| <|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
Chloe had no real comprehension of personal space or privacy and so started to casually wander around behind the blacksmith as he set to work on her steel rods, looking around to see if there was anything interesting.
"Is it?" she replied as he commented on the design for the rods. She had never really considered the design to be anything special, but then again it was hardly her field of expertise. She let the comment about Donat slide though as she had no reason to talk against him either, not yet anyway. If he had machinations of power that was his business. Only once she talked with this Hazeal women would she make up her mind about the prime minister. She picked up a small hammer from a desk and turned it around in her hands experimentally. It was light and looked well used.
"A family reunion, I guess," Chloe replied non-committally as she put the hammer back down where she had found it. She spun around to face the blacksmith as he worked and with her hands planted behind her waist she leaned toward him with a quizzical look on her face. "But an adventure huh? That's a pretty bold thing to do if you don't mind me saying so." Whether he minded her asking or not was clearly not an issue for her. Chloe looked at him for a moment before looking at the contents of his workshop. "Are you any good with any of these?" she asked, indicating the products of his craft.</s> |
<|description|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
Nicknames/Titles: The Paper Angel
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Appearance: A young Caucasian woman with striking red eyes and long pale red hair that reaches down to her waist. She has a slightly eccentric manner of dress, wearing a pair of red tinted goggles on her forehead and long flowing scarf at all times. She stands at roughly 5ft11 in height and has a lithe, toned figure. Her left arm is bandaged up to the elbow, covering a burn mark received when when she was still an inexperienced magi. Her bandaged hand is hidden beneath a robust, armour lined glove. In contrast she wears a fingerless black glove on her right.
Skills:
Magical Resonance – Paper God Magic can resonate with benign magical essences to either reinforce spells already present such as wards or seals or to imbue her paper with additional properties. The latter requires cooperation with another mage. Resonating magic is far more difficult to interfere with and disrupt. It is also more draining on the user as well.
Foci Split – Chloe has trained to be able to effectively wield a wide variety of weaponry so as to make best use of her particular style of magic. This skill allows her to seamlessly swap between weapon types without interrupting her rhythm. Her skill level is easily exceeded by masters of particular weapon types or styles, as one would expect. The power of Foci Split lies in versatility and adaptability.
Strong Vessel - Years training as an apprentice to an experienced mage have their benefits, such as rigorous, repetitive training of even the most basic of cantrips. From such practice an apprentice gains increased magical stamina and efficiency.
Magic: Paper God Magic is the ability to freely manipulate sheets of paper through the will of the user to form a wide variety of shapes and forms. The more skilled the user the more complicated and intricate the shapes that can be formed. Paper that is being manipulated is far more durable and resistant to damage than conventional paper and is as strong as any steel while Paper God Magic flows through it. Basic practitioners of this magic use it to form small weapons and shields, more advanced practitioners have a far more varied repertoire of techniques as their disposal.
The greatest weakness of Paper God Magic is that of fire, regardless of whether the fire is magical or natural in origin, though natural fire needs to burn far hotter then magical fire to inflict the same degree of damage. Paper that has been soaked in water or oil is also an issue for practitioners of this form of magic as it becomes more difficult to wield, especially if magic is involved. However paper that is already being manipulated can only be drenched by the use of magically imbued water. As distance from the caster increases so does the difficulty in maintaining control of any manipulated units of paper, preventing effective long range attacks and limiting the effective range of the magic to medium range at most.
Elemental Affinity – Paper God Magic
*Fire – Very Weak
*Water – Weak
*Earth – Resistant
*Lightning – Resistant
*Wind – Resistant
*Light – Neutral
*Darkness – Neutral
Equipment:
*Goggles – Red tinted goggles used to reduce the glare of bright lights and to protect the eyes from dust and the like.
*Scarf – A wide and long brown scarf worn around the neck. Possesses no magical or supernatural properties, its value purely sentimental. Whatever material it is made from it does not burn very easily.
*Backpack – Full of paper mostly, along with a few perishables.
*Steel Rods – It is easier to form a weapon around a core material then without one.
Personality: Chloe can be somewhat eccentric in both her mannerisms and actions but there is never any doubt as to the honesty of her intentions and is generally easy to befriend. She often comes across as a somewhat lazy, needlessly cheerful and surprisingly intrusive individual with no apparent notion of privacy or personal boundaries. In battle Chloe will always seek out the tactical advantage, preferring to avoid head on and prolonged combat when at all possible. She is also very protective, willingly sacrificing her own safety to shield other people from harm. Unsurprisingly she has been injured more than a few times, sometimes grievously. She is terrified of magical fire and will cocoon herself in paper if she has no way of running away.
Biography: Chloe is the adopted daughter of knight commander Callahan Chevalier, a brave and well respected soldier in service to his majesty king Allamon of Torrea. Something of a tomboy Chloe spent far too much time at her fathers heel growing up, her natural curiosity always getting her into mischief of one sort or another. Not that her father minded all that much, he was happy so long as she was happy. But things are never that simple in the real world and when Chloe started puberty her magic started to manifest itself. Violently. Untrained magic is dangerous for all concerned and so it was with a heavy heart that Callahan sent his daughter to Milokis to be apprenticed to an experienced mage at the behest of King Allamon's court mage, who used his connections to secure the arrangement.
Being apprenticed to a mage was not such a bad thing as it turned out, there was always something to occupy her curiosity. And she was a quick study, her form of magic relying more heavily on intuition than extensive and studious discipline. As a mage in training she was expected to perform all manner of tasks as deemed appropriate by her master. These included lofty tasks such as accompanying knights into dangerous ruins to battle evil monstrosities, to chasing rats with a broom in the masters pantry. Both were equally important, according to her master. Though Chloe had her doubts on that account. One day, her master assured her, she would understand.
She had yet to complete her apprenticeship when word of civil unrest reached her, followed shortly thereafter by the news that her father had just barely survived an assassination attempt by some unknown faction. Chloe returned to the capital as soon as she was able, her master wishing her all the best, knowing he could not dissuade her from her course. After all, she was her fathers daughter.</s>
<|message|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
New TorreaTsubasa
"And let's, again just for fun, pretend you DID manage to bring down the target, as every member of your occupation claims they're the best and I'm sure you're no exception, so an entire castle of guards, mages, and people trained from youth to stop your kind clearly makes nooooo difference. Then what? There's now an entire nation with no leader, fired up over expansionist ideals, and someone with less subtlety than the Minister takes control and makes the situation worse. Or someone who supports the current way of doing things takes over and does an inquisition to find MORE traitors. Or you fail, you're head is piked, and he once again speeds up his plan since he knows he's been outed. You're asking for a lot of money for a bad outcome either way."
"Do I look like I care? No, really, look at my face." Tsubasa glared at the woman, a snarl on his lips and malice in his eyes. "She wants somebody dead. I want money. I kill the guy, I get the money, win-win. Obstacles? Don't care. Power vacuum? Don't care. Whether you, the rest of these people, the poor, the rich, the good, the evil, the starving babies, toothless grandmas, anyone at all lives or dies? Do. Not. Care." He turned back to Hazael. "You're the only one with something to say I DO care about, namely being, are you willing to pay or not? If not, I'll just leave town and find somewhere my services would be more acceptable. Or maybe, when your little coup d'etat goes horribly awry due to the collective incompetence of this bunch of know-nothings, Donat will put some bounties out, and I'll get my money THAT way."</s>
<|message|>Damon Farrow
Lord Commander Damon Farrow
Damon was getting pretty annoyed at this point. "Suddenly this army grunt is a master strategist?" he said over his shoulder with a hint of spite in his voice. "I could probably double the guards without any notice as it stands. Its not like they in the council consider me at all, other then as a nuisance..." he muttered the last part "My point, little miss gun!, is that I don't have enough guards to fight off the kingdom, I doubt my men could take on even the city guard, despite their skill, the numbers are simply not in my favor." With this he spat at his feet, in her direction, muttering "I will not have a commoner with no rank order me about!" before saying, in a more audible voice, "Why don't we listen to the Knight Lieutenant, who has earned her high rank, sometimes there is not time for such subtleties. I'm sure she have thought deeply about this." At this point he finally turned the face the insolent soldier and looked her square in the eyes, his body tensing. "I just want you to know, if you plan on undermining authority then we will achieve nothing. As a soldier you should surely know the importance of order, discipline and rank, even if you, madam, appear to have none of those a fore mentioned mentioned skill sets." Damon was painfully aware that his aggression and displeasure was clearly visible but he was also aware, more so, that what was at stake was the lives of all those before him, the leader he respects so thoroughly and the future of the entire kingdom. No rebellious child would put them at jeopardy, he may not be able to command the city guard but, for now at least, he still had authority among them and would not hesitate to arrest the girl, anyone, even the Lieutenant if he thought it would protect his trusted friend and the kingdom he served.</s>
| <|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
Chloe twirled one of the steel rods in her hand, its weight and balance where good, not perfect, but pretty close. Dante the blacksmith did good work. She placed the rod back with its fellows and wrapped them loosely within a cloth cover. Her 'art' was performed through the medium of paper, that was the nature of her magic and only paper was susceptible to her will. Though that might sound limiting and perhaps to some extent was from a non magi point of view it had its benefits as well. Focus being one of them. The steel rods had no impact on her magic directly but would serve their purpose in the right situation. She took the bag from her back and carefully placed the rods in amongst the stacks of paper. It was starting to get heavy.
Chloe turned and took one last look at the workshop, taking a moment to contemplate the impetuousness of its owner. There was chance he would never see this place again. She smiled softly to herself. She had promised him twice the usual rate of coin for the work and in a sudden fit of enthusiasm he had neglected any payment save for the reading of a letter and a conversation. It could be that that was all he was looking for. The determined look on his face suggested as much. It had been a good expression. Chloe stifled a hearty laugh and made in the same direction but with much less haste then the blacksmith turned adventurer.
After following Dante for only a short distance she turned into a side alley, cautiously checking the opening behind her for sign of pursuit. Finding none she looked up the edge of the rooftops above. Far too high to jump and climbing was not her forte. Both facts were irrelevant of course. She grinned to herself as a storm of paper erupted from her backpack and swirled and twisted around her, writhing like a tornado. In a coordinated flurry of motion a portion of its mass fell upon her. Within moments she was covered from head to foot in long hooded coat of white, made from individual sheets of paper. The flexibility of the paper bent to her will, so it was an easy enough trick.
She reached into her backpack, which somehow remained above her new coat and pulled a stick of bread free, taking a large, satisfying bite. Magic was energy. In her case energy she generated much of it within herself, so there was a cost to be paid for its use. Magic was about balance after all. The still swirling mass of paper coalesced into a mass beneath her feet that exploded upward, propelling her onto the rooftops.
Chloe made her way to the meeting point more of less in a straight line, her paper rushing ahead to form bridges between the rooftops before returning to trail along with her. Sure it drew plenty of attention, but it would have required a very specific skill set to have followed her. When she arrived at the meeting place she could hear voices, though she could see no one as she was still on the rooftop. She was not a stealthy mover so it all likelihood her presence was already known. Despite the breeze her coat remained perfectly still as she listened in. Rebellion was in the air.</s> |
<|description|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
Nicknames/Titles: The Paper Angel
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Appearance: A young Caucasian woman with striking red eyes and long pale red hair that reaches down to her waist. She has a slightly eccentric manner of dress, wearing a pair of red tinted goggles on her forehead and long flowing scarf at all times. She stands at roughly 5ft11 in height and has a lithe, toned figure. Her left arm is bandaged up to the elbow, covering a burn mark received when when she was still an inexperienced magi. Her bandaged hand is hidden beneath a robust, armour lined glove. In contrast she wears a fingerless black glove on her right.
Skills:
Magical Resonance – Paper God Magic can resonate with benign magical essences to either reinforce spells already present such as wards or seals or to imbue her paper with additional properties. The latter requires cooperation with another mage. Resonating magic is far more difficult to interfere with and disrupt. It is also more draining on the user as well.
Foci Split – Chloe has trained to be able to effectively wield a wide variety of weaponry so as to make best use of her particular style of magic. This skill allows her to seamlessly swap between weapon types without interrupting her rhythm. Her skill level is easily exceeded by masters of particular weapon types or styles, as one would expect. The power of Foci Split lies in versatility and adaptability.
Strong Vessel - Years training as an apprentice to an experienced mage have their benefits, such as rigorous, repetitive training of even the most basic of cantrips. From such practice an apprentice gains increased magical stamina and efficiency.
Magic: Paper God Magic is the ability to freely manipulate sheets of paper through the will of the user to form a wide variety of shapes and forms. The more skilled the user the more complicated and intricate the shapes that can be formed. Paper that is being manipulated is far more durable and resistant to damage than conventional paper and is as strong as any steel while Paper God Magic flows through it. Basic practitioners of this magic use it to form small weapons and shields, more advanced practitioners have a far more varied repertoire of techniques as their disposal.
The greatest weakness of Paper God Magic is that of fire, regardless of whether the fire is magical or natural in origin, though natural fire needs to burn far hotter then magical fire to inflict the same degree of damage. Paper that has been soaked in water or oil is also an issue for practitioners of this form of magic as it becomes more difficult to wield, especially if magic is involved. However paper that is already being manipulated can only be drenched by the use of magically imbued water. As distance from the caster increases so does the difficulty in maintaining control of any manipulated units of paper, preventing effective long range attacks and limiting the effective range of the magic to medium range at most.
Elemental Affinity – Paper God Magic
*Fire – Very Weak
*Water – Weak
*Earth – Resistant
*Lightning – Resistant
*Wind – Resistant
*Light – Neutral
*Darkness – Neutral
Equipment:
*Goggles – Red tinted goggles used to reduce the glare of bright lights and to protect the eyes from dust and the like.
*Scarf – A wide and long brown scarf worn around the neck. Possesses no magical or supernatural properties, its value purely sentimental. Whatever material it is made from it does not burn very easily.
*Backpack – Full of paper mostly, along with a few perishables.
*Steel Rods – It is easier to form a weapon around a core material then without one.
Personality: Chloe can be somewhat eccentric in both her mannerisms and actions but there is never any doubt as to the honesty of her intentions and is generally easy to befriend. She often comes across as a somewhat lazy, needlessly cheerful and surprisingly intrusive individual with no apparent notion of privacy or personal boundaries. In battle Chloe will always seek out the tactical advantage, preferring to avoid head on and prolonged combat when at all possible. She is also very protective, willingly sacrificing her own safety to shield other people from harm. Unsurprisingly she has been injured more than a few times, sometimes grievously. She is terrified of magical fire and will cocoon herself in paper if she has no way of running away.
Biography: Chloe is the adopted daughter of knight commander Callahan Chevalier, a brave and well respected soldier in service to his majesty king Allamon of Torrea. Something of a tomboy Chloe spent far too much time at her fathers heel growing up, her natural curiosity always getting her into mischief of one sort or another. Not that her father minded all that much, he was happy so long as she was happy. But things are never that simple in the real world and when Chloe started puberty her magic started to manifest itself. Violently. Untrained magic is dangerous for all concerned and so it was with a heavy heart that Callahan sent his daughter to Milokis to be apprenticed to an experienced mage at the behest of King Allamon's court mage, who used his connections to secure the arrangement.
Being apprenticed to a mage was not such a bad thing as it turned out, there was always something to occupy her curiosity. And she was a quick study, her form of magic relying more heavily on intuition than extensive and studious discipline. As a mage in training she was expected to perform all manner of tasks as deemed appropriate by her master. These included lofty tasks such as accompanying knights into dangerous ruins to battle evil monstrosities, to chasing rats with a broom in the masters pantry. Both were equally important, according to her master. Though Chloe had her doubts on that account. One day, her master assured her, she would understand.
She had yet to complete her apprenticeship when word of civil unrest reached her, followed shortly thereafter by the news that her father had just barely survived an assassination attempt by some unknown faction. Chloe returned to the capital as soon as she was able, her master wishing her all the best, knowing he could not dissuade her from her course. After all, she was her fathers daughter.</s>
<|message|>Bristlebane
Bristlebane was somewhat skeptical of the ability of the army lady's archers to be EVERYWHERE, and was pretty sure that he could make it to the prime minister if he felt like. In fact he was almost tempted to simply because of the challenge of it, but more importantly, he needed to know how to use paper magic. He now realized that his thoughts before were to small, why stop at paper airplanes. Why not create.... PAPER ROCKETS THAT COULD FLY TO OUTER SPACE. He giggly excitedly at the thought as he moved out of the nice paper lady's way and followed her down to ground floor again. The cool shadowy magicy guy was offering her a deal, frantically Bristlebane thought of what he had that she would want. Money? he had lots of that, wait that was it. The nice army lady said that they could meet back here tomorrow and do some fun stuff like blowing up the spider thingy so he filed away that information and then moved onto his plan. "Hey nice lady, i have an offer for you and its a good one. If you teach me how to use paper magic then... I'll be a slave for you! I can do lots of things, like carry things, make music for you, ummmm, set up camp if you ever need to do that, and i got lots of money so I can pay for you if you want to stay at an inn or something." he said to Chloe beaming with delight at his brilliant idea. He was positive that there was no way the magic lady would refuse his generous offer and he would finally learn how to use magic. For some reason all the other mages he managed to find had told him that he was to wild and irresponsible. Bristlebane had no idea why, last time he broke into a bank he had totally owned up to, coincidentally that town had had a really nice prison.</s>
<|message|>Salazar Theroux
Salazar felt the emotions of the party that had gathered pressing against the walls of the mental fortress constructed in the illusionists mind. It was akin to the heady feeling of drunkenness yet every muddled feeling, emotion and question came to his mind with complete clarity. It was a heady cocktail of confidence, fear, aggression, loyalty and deceit. One that told Salazar all he needed to know about the party. His eyelids shut for a second as he remembered the instruction his teacher had once bestowed upon him.
"An Illusionist is nothing without the inborn ability to read minds" The grizzled Grim growled at the young man that was his protégé "To heed the darkest fears and the most upheld ideals is how we ply our trade…so you must learn to decipher the emotions" the man's voice was more guttural noise than human words "Got it? Good"
Salazar opened his eyes to the group which had once more gotten bigger in the moments he had taken to compose himself. Things were crawling walls and another mage had gathered to the cause. The little trip of reverie down memory lane had taken longer than the Illusionist had expected. He caught the final part of Hazael's speech and nodded gently, the fighting was something he could possibly not help with too greatly…illusions were notoriously ineffective against things of lower intelligence. Looking over the group he noticed a prostrated man kneeling to the mage that had appeared. He stifled a grin "ahh…Chloe Chevalier…such an honour that you grace us with our presence" he said with a good natured smile before clapping Hazael on the shoulder and leaning down to whisper to her "When they leave…I must have a chat with you…in private" He straightened back up and held his palm out, blue energy flowing into it and creating multiples of the little blue bird messengers that was his favoured method of communication. He breathed animation in to them before letting them loose to gather some favours he deemed necessary. The birds, crystalline sapphire formations, shot into the air and spread out quickly.</s>
<|message|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
New TorreaTsubasa
"Triple, huh? You remember, I hope, that half of my fee is paid up front and that it may increase based on expenses I incur?" Tsubasa crossed his arms as he turned to Hazael, but this time he wore the smallest semblance of a smirk. "My equipment is very important to me. Having it taken away, even temporarily, is going to cost you. But, for three times the price...sure. Consider Donat as good as dead." He turned away to head back to the same inn he'd mentioned before. "Remember, half the money by tomorrow, or I can't guarantee anything gets done. Same inn as before, ask for Kojiro."
A fake attempt on the King, for the purposes of getting close to Donat. A bit of a roundabout...but potentially two birds with one stone, if he played his cards right. The fake attempt would give him the layout of the castle, and having the guards under Hazael's control on his side would give him plenty of escape opportunities or ways to get back into places that would no doubt be under heavier guard after the attempt on the King. It wasn't nearly as bad a plan as he'd initially thought, but...only an amateur wouldn't expect something to go wrong. No strategy, no matter how articulate, survives reaching the battlefield.
He'd need to do a little bit of "research" tonight...but that would be no problem.</s>
<|message|>Hazael Michaellis
Astarte & Hazael
People seemed to come together a bit better now. They were now willing to follow her, or at least, that's what she thought. Now, what was next? She motioned something to her brother on the rooftop. If someone were to turn around, they'd see a shadow hurrying out of sight. Kendrick, Hazael's brother, who was watching over everything and will now inform everyone of Hazael's companions and who they should be watching. It was thought, Hazael was almost sure that Donat was already on their case. She felt the approaching danger, that's for sure, but right now, she couldn't back down, not after so many preparations. "Dismissed, then. We will meet right here again tomorrow."
Astarte was confused as ever, and wanted to demand some kind explanation. What his sister had said meant nothing to him. He'd follow her to her home if necessary, but he wanted a real run down on how the hell did Hazael got on to everything that was happening. "Sis, I-!" Before he could say anything, Hazael stopped him by simply putting her hand up.
"Ask anything you want to Kendrick. I have some things to take care of right now. Don't be late tomorrow, Assie." Hazael said, smiling at her brother and then walked to where Salazar was and motioned with her head for him to follow her. When she was sure there was no one else aroudn, she raised her voice. "Then, what is this about, Salazar?"
The Next Day
Three figures stood next to the gate, at afternoon. Donat didn't do anything all throughout the night, and that was all the more worrying. In the gate were the three siblings of the Triumvirate. Many looked at them, all armed up and wearing suits of armor. Hazael was wearing really light armor, as well as her brother Kendrick, who had a bow hanging around his back, and lastly, her baby brother, Astarte was using heavy duty armor that looked extremely heavy, along with a sword and shield.
"So, dear sister of mine, how the hell are we going to bring the other pair of girls here with the Arachnoblaster in our butss, huh?" Kendrick said, while Hazael just sighed. "Whaaaat... No comeback, really? I thought you were a better straightman, woman, that this, sis." Kendrick then started laughing sarcastically. "Then, were there any hot chicks in the group from yesterday? I got a look, but not a real good look at them.... Did any of them have a nice body, sis, unlike you, that are merely bones and skin?" With that, Kendrick won himself a punch to the face. "Ouchie! I've told you not to do that, sis, my face is my toold of trade." He stroked his nose as he said that.
"Shut up already, Ken. I've got enough to worry about as it is." Hazael said, though she said so, she didn't seem all that stressed, meanwhile Astarte didn't talk at all, though. 'He must be nervous... I can't blame him.'
(@Musoka Let's do that chat through PM's, sorry. :P)</s>
| <|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
"Yeah, I didn't really get a good look myself either," Chloe said conversationally as she stepped out from the shadows of the gatehouse door and walked toward the group of knights who stood beneath the open gate to the city. There was a playful bounce to her step and she swung her arms in an exaggerated manner. Her body was wrapped in the same white paper coat that she had worn to the meeting the other day, only it was a little worse for wear. Her face was clean, save for a slight smudge of dirt on her cheek. If she had noticed it bothered her little.
Chloe turned toward Kendrick. "So what about me? Do I have a nice body?" Chloe said playfully, coming to a stop several feet from the group. To negate any tension her presence may have elicited she closed her eyes and laughed gently. She placed her hands together behind her back cocked her head to the side and smiled. "Chloe Magnolia Chevalier. And you must be HaZaEl," Chloe said playfully as she deliberately fumbled the pronunciation of Hazael's name. "We didn't speak yesterday. But here I am. And here you are." Chloe stood upright and laughed heartily to herself before curtsying to Hazael.</s> |
<|description|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
Nicknames/Titles: The Paper Angel
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Appearance: A young Caucasian woman with striking red eyes and long pale red hair that reaches down to her waist. She has a slightly eccentric manner of dress, wearing a pair of red tinted goggles on her forehead and long flowing scarf at all times. She stands at roughly 5ft11 in height and has a lithe, toned figure. Her left arm is bandaged up to the elbow, covering a burn mark received when when she was still an inexperienced magi. Her bandaged hand is hidden beneath a robust, armour lined glove. In contrast she wears a fingerless black glove on her right.
Skills:
Magical Resonance – Paper God Magic can resonate with benign magical essences to either reinforce spells already present such as wards or seals or to imbue her paper with additional properties. The latter requires cooperation with another mage. Resonating magic is far more difficult to interfere with and disrupt. It is also more draining on the user as well.
Foci Split – Chloe has trained to be able to effectively wield a wide variety of weaponry so as to make best use of her particular style of magic. This skill allows her to seamlessly swap between weapon types without interrupting her rhythm. Her skill level is easily exceeded by masters of particular weapon types or styles, as one would expect. The power of Foci Split lies in versatility and adaptability.
Strong Vessel - Years training as an apprentice to an experienced mage have their benefits, such as rigorous, repetitive training of even the most basic of cantrips. From such practice an apprentice gains increased magical stamina and efficiency.
Magic: Paper God Magic is the ability to freely manipulate sheets of paper through the will of the user to form a wide variety of shapes and forms. The more skilled the user the more complicated and intricate the shapes that can be formed. Paper that is being manipulated is far more durable and resistant to damage than conventional paper and is as strong as any steel while Paper God Magic flows through it. Basic practitioners of this magic use it to form small weapons and shields, more advanced practitioners have a far more varied repertoire of techniques as their disposal.
The greatest weakness of Paper God Magic is that of fire, regardless of whether the fire is magical or natural in origin, though natural fire needs to burn far hotter then magical fire to inflict the same degree of damage. Paper that has been soaked in water or oil is also an issue for practitioners of this form of magic as it becomes more difficult to wield, especially if magic is involved. However paper that is already being manipulated can only be drenched by the use of magically imbued water. As distance from the caster increases so does the difficulty in maintaining control of any manipulated units of paper, preventing effective long range attacks and limiting the effective range of the magic to medium range at most.
Elemental Affinity – Paper God Magic
*Fire – Very Weak
*Water – Weak
*Earth – Resistant
*Lightning – Resistant
*Wind – Resistant
*Light – Neutral
*Darkness – Neutral
Equipment:
*Goggles – Red tinted goggles used to reduce the glare of bright lights and to protect the eyes from dust and the like.
*Scarf – A wide and long brown scarf worn around the neck. Possesses no magical or supernatural properties, its value purely sentimental. Whatever material it is made from it does not burn very easily.
*Backpack – Full of paper mostly, along with a few perishables.
*Steel Rods – It is easier to form a weapon around a core material then without one.
Personality: Chloe can be somewhat eccentric in both her mannerisms and actions but there is never any doubt as to the honesty of her intentions and is generally easy to befriend. She often comes across as a somewhat lazy, needlessly cheerful and surprisingly intrusive individual with no apparent notion of privacy or personal boundaries. In battle Chloe will always seek out the tactical advantage, preferring to avoid head on and prolonged combat when at all possible. She is also very protective, willingly sacrificing her own safety to shield other people from harm. Unsurprisingly she has been injured more than a few times, sometimes grievously. She is terrified of magical fire and will cocoon herself in paper if she has no way of running away.
Biography: Chloe is the adopted daughter of knight commander Callahan Chevalier, a brave and well respected soldier in service to his majesty king Allamon of Torrea. Something of a tomboy Chloe spent far too much time at her fathers heel growing up, her natural curiosity always getting her into mischief of one sort or another. Not that her father minded all that much, he was happy so long as she was happy. But things are never that simple in the real world and when Chloe started puberty her magic started to manifest itself. Violently. Untrained magic is dangerous for all concerned and so it was with a heavy heart that Callahan sent his daughter to Milokis to be apprenticed to an experienced mage at the behest of King Allamon's court mage, who used his connections to secure the arrangement.
Being apprenticed to a mage was not such a bad thing as it turned out, there was always something to occupy her curiosity. And she was a quick study, her form of magic relying more heavily on intuition than extensive and studious discipline. As a mage in training she was expected to perform all manner of tasks as deemed appropriate by her master. These included lofty tasks such as accompanying knights into dangerous ruins to battle evil monstrosities, to chasing rats with a broom in the masters pantry. Both were equally important, according to her master. Though Chloe had her doubts on that account. One day, her master assured her, she would understand.
She had yet to complete her apprenticeship when word of civil unrest reached her, followed shortly thereafter by the news that her father had just barely survived an assassination attempt by some unknown faction. Chloe returned to the capital as soon as she was able, her master wishing her all the best, knowing he could not dissuade her from her course. After all, she was her fathers daughter.</s>
<|message|>Damon Farrow
Lord Captain Damon Farrow
Damon began strolling down to the gate, this time accompanied by four members of the Kings Guard that he trusted completely, they weren't coming but he wanted them to help him keep Civvies away from the discussion... the those pesky city guard. The Other Guardsmen looked very prim and proper, in full uniform. They were walking with stone espressions, even if one of them was quite the talked off duty and could rarely hold his liquor, and their mere presence made people keep to the edge of the street, for to them this looked like official business and you never get involved in the official business of the upper classes if you valued your livelihood. On the other hand Damon looked more at ease, he was more relaxed, but not slobbish. He was still in full uniform but he hand casually rested on his hilt and his expression was one of exhaustion. Damon hadn't got much sleep, truth be told he spent most the night on duty and the rest lying down in one of the palace's guest rooms, alert for the slightest sign of movement.
Eventually he arrived at the gate to meet the trio and one other from yesterday, his men fanning out to keep the area clear of miscreants and allow them an area not filled by an army of civilians. Officially he was here to inspect the city guard and check that it was ready to deal with this arachnoblaster should Hazael's group fail, unofficially he was here to help in anyway he could. "Commander, these are some of my most trusted few, they have been informed of what should happen should an attempt be made on anyone in the palace's life. They are here to listen, observe and give me an excuse for missing my shift today." he said, adding the last part with a nervous smile, pretending he was happy to be off work. "So whats the plan?" he said getting to within a meter of the group.</s>
<|message|>Bristlebane
Bristlebane snorted and wake up blurry-eyed to see some army people and the MAGIC PAPER LADY! He shook himself awake and discarded the raggedy blanket thing he was sleeping under and stood up. She seemed to be in a good mood maybe she would be willing to teach him magic today. "Yeah whats the plan peps, and does it involve explosion?" he asked echoing Damon's question. He didn't see the gunner lady yet so probably not. He thought about when would be the best time to ask the paper lady when he could learn magic. Probably right after he did something heroic like saving her, Bristlebane began constructing a plan to win himself her favor and learn how to make the ultimate paper everything. Mostly airplanes but he could probably make other cool stuff as well.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex was on top of the gate, watching everyone assemble, wandering what he should do. He didn't remember anything that had happened after his master had taken control of him, and he had woken up just an hour ago in a nearby alley. He hoped his master hadn't offended the paper lady in anyway. Deciding he'd had enough waiting, and being a little bored and mischievous, Nex jumped from the top of the gate onto one of the male knights that had accompanied Hazael, except he didn't look like himself, but like the paper mage lady. He was still wearing the same clothes however, or more to the point, wearing the same lack of clothes.
"Nex has arrived to slay the monster too!"</s>
<|message|>Cassie Strom
"Thought we covered that already? Kill a big ole spider."
Cassie gave a half-assed salute as she walked past the four stone faced guards, her cannon swaying from the harness on her back. She gave a wink to Chloe as she ruffled Nex's head.
"I'd say your body is quite...magical? Was that too much? Probably too much. I can never tell. Job of extremes and all that."
The bombardier slammed the cannon down onto the stone with a loud thud, giving a proper salute to Hazael before adjusting her monocle and patting the Howler and the heavy case strapped to her hips.
"Ma'am. Lieutenant Cutie, liking the armor, very intimidating. Puncture rounds, usually used for dropping braced walls during sieges, should kick through the critter's hide and wreak some havoc. These ones are modified slightly, so there SHOULDN'T be collateral on anyone up close when it hits, but it also means the booms are a bit smaller. But don't worry, I'm the best there is, so just trust that my shots won't hit any of you. I also have scatter shots in case there's infantry or the like trying to give backup, though I really don't recommend being near the target if I use it. I'm ready to go when you are."
Extra ammo, designed to minimize impact on her allies. Grenades to light everything on fire if someone gets too close to her. She pulled her pistol out to double check the ammo. Hopefully she wouldn't need to use it. Her heart gave a skip. No drills, no practice shots. She got to blow up a big freaking monster with her cannon. Some days, it was wonderful to be alive, despite the situation. She'd get to hear her baby sing again. Leaning the cannon down into a makeshift bench, she sat down on it, lighting up her pipe and giving puffs with her signature jackal grin.
"Our group seems much smaller than yesterday. Where are we intercepting the beastie?"</s>
<|message|>Avon L. Ruhame
Avon Ruhame
After a good nights rest, and a tastier then usual breakfast ( courtesy of his favorite tavern ), Avon took his time getting back to the gate. As expected, he wasn't the first one there, not even close by the looks of it. Hazael was there, obviously, as well as a few faces he recognized from the crowd the previous day. However, not all of them he had seen before.
Anyhow, as he drew in closer, he heard them speak. The first one he heard was a girl who absolutely butchered Hazael's name. The second, was talking about the guard and asking for the plan. Others continued to go on and show they were present, and a few of them started to go about talking to each other. Avon was feeling a little less intimidated by the group then he had the previous day, but he couldn't bring himself to talk to any of them yet.
Avon didn't want to shout above the others to introduce himself, so he inched towards Hazael, all the while listening as before. One of the ladies gave quite the speech. He would have been slightly less inclined to listen to the bombardier talk if she hadn't been so pretty. Avon then slapped himself lightly to get himself out of the mindset. Now's not the time for staring, now's the time for action! he pep talked himself while he merged with them.</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
Dante had gone back to his forge and whipped up a special pistol, just for today. He happily slung it over his belt and displayed his sword proudly as he went back to where they would be meeting. "Hello!" he said cheerily, eyeing the people that were there. "Seems to be the same people from yesterday still." he said normally, a slight undertone of happiness as he approached Chloe again, her being the only person he really knew at all here. "Hello, Chloe!" He greeted her, grinning as he pulled the pistol out, eager to show her. "I made this last night, it has special combusting flame bullets, and fires as strong as a cannon!" he said enthusiastically, beginning to ramble a little.</s>
| <|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
Chloe was cut off in her stride by the sound of an unpleasantly familiar voice, causing her to slowly turn head toward the source with a momentarily tense look on her face. Her two admirers from yesterday had arrived. The dark mage and the monkey. The fact that Nex had taken her face was also more than a little disconcerting. Though she laughed at the sight her brow suggested a distinct lack of amusement."Hehe, yeah, that's not creepy at all," Chloe said more to herself than to Nex.
The women called Cassie made her own entrance a moment later. She had an aura of natural confidence around her that made her presence known. But it was the object on her back that was making Chloe more than a little inwardly nervous. A cannon. It was not the technology itself per see that bothered her but it kind of suggested a specific preference toward blowing things up. And fire. Chloe felt a nervous tinge in her stomach that made her keep her distance. Which was why the arrival of Dante came as something of a relief.
Chloe turned to face him and waved in greeting with a radiant smile on her face. "Dante. Oh, what's that you have there?" she asked rhetorically as she leaned in toward the gun that he was holding, his enthusiasm almost blinding compared to the lacklustre enthusiasm that she showed toward her own craft. "F-fire huh? That's...amazing, really," Chloe said with a slightly nervous laugh as she stood up and backed off just a little.</s> |
<|description|>Ralena
Age: 24
Appearance: Ralena is an attractive young woman with blonde hair. She's 5' 9" and has an athletic build. Her hair is shoulder length. She is often seen in her battle attire, including iron armour, gauntlets and boots.
When not in her armour, she sometimes wears formal wear.
Skills: Various sword skills. Also skilled using a whip.
Equipment: Two swords, iron armour and a whip.
Personality: Ralena is not the most friendly person. Often seen as very serious. Because of her desire for efficiency, she is often seen as cold and tactical. Although it is not known if she has many friends, the few allies that she does have seem to be very powerful.
She listens to her superiors, but has a hard time working with others, especially on a team.
Biography: Ralena began her training as a knight two years ago. It is her desire to protect the kingdom and its people. It also seems that she has the intention of gaining rank as a knight, but her reasoning for this is not yet clear.</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
Chloe Magnolia Chevalier stood in the shadow of an alleyway, the dim light partially hiding her from view as she eyed the passing crowds with growing apprehension. The bag on her back shuddered slightly in response to her growing disquiet. Chloe was not in a good position and she knew it. Her father, the retired knight commander Callahan Chevalier had just recently survived an assassination attempt by an unknown political faction. Well, that was what the letter that she had received had said anyway.
However she had her doubts as to how 'unknown' that faction truly was. If you knew who to ask there was always someone who could enlighten you, often for a price. It was no secret that her father, a fervent royalist was a staunch supporter of the king. He followed the code of chivalry almost to the letter and would lay down his life for his liege. And retired or not he had influence at court. And the loyalty of his men. That might have had something to do with it. But Chloe had been away for a long, long time. The political game had become a distant memory to her. It was a game she despised. And then there were the rumors.
The rumours were unsettling to say the least. The king was dying it was said and prime minister Donat had taken the reigns of state in his absence. Chloe didn't care about that. The power plays of nobility were of no interest to her. But if anyone of them had hurt her dad there would be hell to pay. They would find out how lethal a paper cut could be. Chloe stilled her breath for a few heartbeats to regain her composure and reasserted dominance over the contents of her bag. Her bag grew still and silent. She looked at the note in her hand one more time.
She didn't care too much about the message itself, only the name attached to it. Lieutenant Knight Commander Hazeal. Chloe had never met her but she vaguely recalled the name. Whoever she was Hazeal would provide her with answers. They might not be the answers that she wanted to hear but that was beside the point. But there was something else that she needed to do first. Chloe stepped out of the alley and strode over to the smithy across the way, its door was closed and a note announced lamely that the owner was out for lunch. Chloe knew that that was not true, she had watched the man enter only moments before. He had looked distracted. Or thoughtful. It hard to tell. She supposed he did not want to be disturbed. This had no bearing on her thought process however as she knocked loudly on the door.
"I need you to make me something and I'm willing to pay double," Chloe announced to the closed door as a single sheet of paper obediently found its way into her hand. It was a simple diagram with simple instructions. It showed a picture of rods made of reinforced steel. She had a thought. "I could read the poster for you if you want?"</s>
<|message|>Bristlebane
Bristlebane to his surprise was rejected by the presence of some type of barrier and he fell to the ground, it seemed the mage was either incredibly observant or had passive defenses, since most mages were lazy most likely the latter. Then to his great fascination, vines began emitting from a green orb and started crawling up his legs and encasing his bod. He wondered how far they would creep before they stopped, a gentle and subtle tug informed him that he could get out if he wanted, but he decided against it and simply adjusted his hat and flipped the card in it to a jester of diamonds.
He began conversation with the mage, "Well hello there, my name is Bristlebane travelling Troubadour at your service, I do apologize for my misconduct one of THESE BUNDLING SCOUNDRELS bumped me ever so rudely into your defenses." Bristlebane said blatantly lying to the mages face and showing no sign of it., then he paused and glanced at the vines again. "By the way just how do these vines of yours work, do they grow by themselves or do you have to constantly use magic, can you control how they grow? Oh oh can you make a pillow and blanket out of them? I bet they would make an amazing sleeping place, and if you covered yourself with them you would be practically invisible." Bristlebane spat out the questions in rapid fire. If there was a thing Bristlebane wanted to do more than anything else it was learn how to use magic.</s>
<|message|>Ralena
Ralena stood before one of the many advertisements.
Recruiting...
The young woman in her armour and battle attire studied the paper for some moments, before deciding to see what this was all about. Taking one last look at the paper, Ralena began to make her way through the streets.
What's this all about?</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
Dante heard a loud knocking interrupt his thoughts as he was browsing the jumbled letters. Sighing, he stood, about to answer the customer, when they mentioned, "I can read the poster for you if you want?" they called. Dante quickly opened the door, giving the customer a studious look. "Ah, you saw me I guess? Well, I would appreciate it, I can't read the jumbled letters..." he said, looking at the poster he brought out with him. "Anyways, you can talk to me about the poster while I work on whatever it is you want. I should be able to get the job done." He said proudly, looking at his blazing forge.</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
"Oh it's no problem, I am the one inconveniencing you after all," Chloe said nonchalantly as she channelled magic into the poster that she herself was carring, causing it to float in the air just above her hand so that the writing was pointing roughly toward the blacksmith. She paused for a second as the thought occurred to her that that had not been the wisest of things to do in front of a stranger, not everyone reacted to magic in the same way. Sometimes it could go really badly. But usually, not so much. The poster coiled up and around her arm like a snake and wove its way into her backpack, disappearing inside with a rustle.
"It's a message, you know, sort of hidden in the words, it actually took me a little while myself," she said humbly. Chloe leaned against the wall and looked sidelong at the smith. "It's an accusation, kinda, it's saying that your dear sweet prime minster has been a very naughty boy. I guess if that bothers you then you, I don't know, you could do something about it."
Chloe watched as he went about his work. Depending on how you looked at it what he was doing was no different than magic, he took an idea, shaped it in his mind and then made it real. She was kind of surprised he hadn't asked her why she needed steel rods/ She was grateful for his professional discretion.</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
"Well, I've no problem with the Minister, but there have been rumors about some... wrongdoings on his part. Perhaps I'll look into this adventure." Dante said, watching in awe when she projected an image of the blueprint. "Interesting design..." He murmured, immediately getting to work and hammering on steel in the specified shape. "Anyways, what brings you to New Torrea?" Dante asked nonchalantly, attempting to make small talk while he worked.</s>
<|message|>Avon L. Ruhame
Avon Ruhame
At another spot in the city, near a flower peddler and a cobbler there was a bulletin board type of wall, and across it were an array of job offers and other posters, plus one really obnoxiously red one near the center. Avon found himself giving these posters a good once-over, he needed a temporary job and was hoping to find something both fun and well-paying. Unfortunately those two usually don't come hand-in-hand, which usually meant he had to choose between them. Usually he would choose something that payed better, but now he was in the mood for something not existentially boorish. This was ok, though, because the obnoxiously red one had everything but boring all over it!
Now, Avon wasn't too great of a reader, not having used that skill in almost half a year unless it came to signs with one to two words on it. But he could work out the poster for the most part. It took him a few minutes and many re-readings but he finally got the words down. It was definitely a job offer, one that had everything you would find in the beginning of some story parents would tell their young. It had a cool symbol that was easy to remember, offered fun and adventure, and the person offering had authority! Now, our young man has never met Hazael, but he heard about her from his father. He really looked up to her, and would have had no problems making her and her men their equipment.
There was a bunch of gibberish at the bottom of the poster, Avon also gave that quite a look-over. But due to him only having rudimentary reading and writing skills in the first place he wasn't able to decipher it at all. It bothered him a bit, and gave him the motivation to refresh his readings skills and attempt to brush up, but he would eventually be ok with it. It didn't mean much to him, because planned on going to the gate for the meeting anyway. Hell, he could probably ask someone about it tomorrow and they'd be able to explain it to him.</s>
<|message|>Hazael Michaellis
Astarte
The boy was surprised when his cigarrette was suddenly taken away from him. The one behind it was Cassie, a girl he had heard about before. He wasn't as low as her in the military, though, given that he was about just two ranks below his sister, and he was quite proud of being called Sub-Lieutenant. So much, that it went way over his head. And also, he didn't like being called cute.
"Cassie... May I ask what all this is about? Insubordination, perhaps? How dare you call someone in a higher rank than you 'freaking cute', huh!?" Well, he wouldn't mind being talked to with such disrespect weren't it for the fact that she called him cute. Not manly at all, not at all, and it pissed him so much that he wasn't as manlier as his sister, even though she looked so frail and he looked sturdy and way taller than the average joe, so how in the seven hells was he 'cute'?!. He soon recovered his composure and cleared his throat. "Of course, I'll take part of the 'job', as my siters calls it, though it is more of a 'mission', actually. And a family visit, actually."
He then grinned at Cassie's question. He knew some things about it, yes, though her sister was the one that knew all of the details because he couldn't be bothered by them. "A monster, commonly known as 'Arachnoblaster', has appeared in the woods. Donat has asked us to eliminate it and bring its corpse back to study it. It seems it produces a strong kind of silk that can hardly be broken by even a sword, and it also is able to launch fire from its mouth. Quite an interesting catch, if you ask me." He says, laughing a bit. He was really looking forward to fighting it, after all, he barely got to fight any monsters lately.
Hazael
Leaning against a wall, Hazael waited for anyone that actually came to her to talk about the job. The badly hidden secret message had probably scared everyone off. Her short, thin frame made her seem as any other regular civilian, maybe even someone that wasn't eating all that well, but the fact that she was also wearing designer made clothes made the thought of her being poor fly away. Maybe a metabolism problem? Anyhow, it was deifinitely offputting, however, the huge silver sword hanging from her back. A wonder how she could carry it around and not seem tired at all.
She was about to resign and go back to her house when a bird approached her. She definitely recognized this magic, so she heard attentively. A message telling her someone would actually go to the job request. It made her happy and she nodded at the little illusory bird. Well, she might as well stay there for a bit more, before giving up all hope. Still, was the info she received from Nijiara accuarate? That Donat would stop being so passive... It really worried her, mostly by the fact that, how the hell did their mage of the court got a hold of such information?</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex was bored, so very, very bored. He was walking the streets of New Torrea, looking for something fun to do, when he saw a bright ed poster on the wall. He walked up to it, taking a moment to piece together what it may have been about, he smiled. Fighting a giant monster was always fun, so very fun. Now then, to find the area where he was supposed to meet this Hazel person. He walked around for quite a bit, asked some directions, hit a few dead ends, and almost got mugged a couple of times(it didn't end well for the muggers), but he finally found where the meeting sight was, and by the looks of things so far, was the only one to have arrived so far. Walking over to the lady that seemed to be waiting for people, he held out the poster in front of him, a wide smile on his face as he did so.
"It says here that you need some help fighting a monster, well , Nex here wishes to help. I'm really good at fighting monsters, like, extremely good. So, are we waiting on other people to show or what. Oh, and are you the Hazel person that put these out, or just someone else who found a flyer?"</s>
| <|message|>Ralena
Approaching the area near the gates, Ralena looked around to see if she could see who had put the posters out for the adventurous mission or quest.
Eventually she saw two people near a wall and one of them had one of the advertisements she had seen before.
Looks like this is the place.
However, Ralena had no intention of joining this group and only wanted to see what their plans were. She walked over to a building opposite of where Hazael was and sat down on a bench. Soon enough, Ralena would see who these people were and if they were true warriors or not.
Until then, Ralena pulled a small packet of papers from her pocket and began to do some reading. All the while, she was relatively observant of the area around her. The streets, people going in and out of the nearby buildings. The only place Ralena didn't have a good view of was the roof of the building directly behind her. The bench she was sitting on was right next to the building. Nonetheless, she flipped through some pages while waiting to see what would happen.</s> |
<|description|>Ralena
Age: 24
Appearance: Ralena is an attractive young woman with blonde hair. She's 5' 9" and has an athletic build. Her hair is shoulder length. She is often seen in her battle attire, including iron armour, gauntlets and boots.
When not in her armour, she sometimes wears formal wear.
Skills: Various sword skills. Also skilled using a whip.
Equipment: Two swords, iron armour and a whip.
Personality: Ralena is not the most friendly person. Often seen as very serious. Because of her desire for efficiency, she is often seen as cold and tactical. Although it is not known if she has many friends, the few allies that she does have seem to be very powerful.
She listens to her superiors, but has a hard time working with others, especially on a team.
Biography: Ralena began her training as a knight two years ago. It is her desire to protect the kingdom and its people. It also seems that she has the intention of gaining rank as a knight, but her reasoning for this is not yet clear.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex nodded as Hazael correct him in how to say her name. "Got it, Hazael, not Hazel. Nex will make sure to remember that. As for name, Nex doesn't remember, so Nex goes by Nex, I am Nex, Nex is me, Nex is Nex." He giggled slightly, at a joke only he seemed to hear or understand. He took some time to fold up the flyer and stuff it into the cloak he was wearing. Underneath said cloak, Nex was wearing no shirt, some gauze wrappings around his arms that went from his hands down to his elbows, and some ragged black breeches that seemed to be falling apart at the seems. He also wore a thick, black belt, which seemed to have something attached to it, but it couldn't be seen due to the cloak hiding it from view.
"Nex came cause Nex was bored, Arachnoblaster sounds like fun. Oh," Nex turned around quickly to address the red headed stranger, taking a secind to look at the sword. He could ferk some kind of energy from it, meaning it must be enchanted, though what that might be was a mystery. Turning his eyes back up to the swords owner face, he smiled again.
"Glad to meet you, Red head, my na e is Nex, what is your name, and is it okay if I call you Red Head?" Nex also wanted to say high to the lady on the bench, but she was trying to be sneaky, and it would be rude of him to point her out like that.</s>
<|message|>Ralena
Ralena watched as a few more people moved along the street.
Someone else joined the two that were near the wall. Another male.
"That makes three so far," she said quietly, speaking into the air. She took a moment to look directly at the three people ahead and ended up making eye contact with one of them. She stared at the young woman for a few moments, before returning to her reading again.
I can't make out what they're saying, but it's too soon to move in. Who knows how many more may show up.
A man began his way down the streets, pushing a fruit cart along the street. Ralena blinked for a moment, before standing and putting her reading material back in her pocket. She waved a hand to the man with the cart and jogged over to him.
"How much are two of these?" she asked the man, looking at some of the fruit.
Eventually, she bit into a juicy fruit, while standing in the middle of the street. She looked at the small group near the wall and raised her arm, eventually letting the fruit fly towards the three people. She didn't aim at any of them in particular, but if no one moved it was sure to hit at least one of them.
The fruit was medium sized and had a soft, but firm texture on the outside.</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
"Guns huh? Well, I wouldn't know about those," Chloe said jovially in response as she listened to him speak, though in truth she was quite serious. Her form of magic required her to possess a rather in depth knowledge of the shapes and properties of weapons. The more she knew the easier it was to create them through her magic. Swords were easy. Shields were even easier if you wanted something simple but strong. Guns though, guns were a weapon that she could not create with her magic. Too many moving parts for a start. She moved over to the table that he had indicated and knelt down before the chest and looked it over. She did not go to open it.
"I will be, in a manner of speaking, though not without those rods~" she said in an almost lyrical, singsong tone. "I may need to use them before the day is out you see, depending on what the young lady knight has to say~" The truth at the moment was that she had no idea what was going to happen when she got her answer. She might even need to use them on the lady herself, if it came to it. She looked at the blacksmiths back and stared at him for a moment as a thought occurred to her.
"Chloe Magnolia Chevalier, at your service my lord craftsman," she said playfully without a hint of apparent sarcasm.</s>
<|message|>Avon L. Ruhame
Avon Ruhame
After noting the poster's information and pounding into his brain the location and time, he decided he would check it out a little bit early. He glanced at the poster before he left to see the gates, as much as he would've loved to take the poster himself so he could easily reference the information, that might have made it so others wouldn't know about it. And ruining other people's job opportunities wasn't something he was up for. So, after speaking the information aloud in order to get it down for sure, he meandered over towards the gate.
' Wow, fuck. I hope they still have room for me. ' Not only did it look like there was a meeting about it today, but it was packed! If Avon had any other promising jobs he could've got, he would probably had just left. But his curiosity and trouble looking for work in the town made it so he would stay. The people around him didn't look all that untrustworthy, however handfull of them gave off some shady vibes. Not that it mattered, if there were this many people the job would most likely be a huge success. 'It'd be as smooth as a lynchin' was the wording he used when he thought about it. Well, with this many people though the money might be split into pretty small chunks, and the job offer never said it was going to pay well. As Avon drew closer, he was able to pick out who was Hazael, and what she was saying.
Instantly he felt like an idiot. Wow If I ain't the biggest dumbass in this crowd I would never find who is. He had thought the spider was some company brand, or what symbol the group would be representing. Not what they were hunting! Oh well, at least no one knew that's what he thought it would be. He was also surprised at the job request itself. Now, Avon isn't, nor ever was too great of a monster hunter, but a job like this was one he was somewhat excited to go on. Helping scientists, killing baddies, getting payed, sounded like a honest job! So long as he wasn't expected to extort some old men after the job was done he was ready to go! After Hazael finished explaining the job, she asked for those present to introduce themselves. Avon decided on waiting a bit before throwing himself out there, people probably wouldn't want to hear about the wandering amateur gunsmith anyway.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex's cloak flew outwards as a tendril of black intercepted the fruit that seemed to be headed his way, spearing it right through the center. It retreated slightly, stopping only to allow Nex to pull the fruit off of it, then it dispersed nothingness. Nex took a bite out of it, enjoying the taste of it, sweet yet tart at the same time. Nex walked over to the person who has thrown the fruit, his ever present smile still plastered on his face.
"You know it's not nice to throw things lady, people could get hurt. But now that you've stopped trying to be sneaky, Nex can ask you who you are. Nex likes having a lot of friends, would you like to be one of them?" Nex continued to munch on the fruit, nodding towards the lady as he continued to speak. "Also, thanks for fruit, it's very good."
Akira</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
Dante listened to the girl talk, ears perking up when he heard about the rods. He looked at her, dropping the final complete rod into the cloth he had set up next to the anvil, the rod clinking as it hit the others. "Why are you talking like that?" he asked, giving her an odd gaze. When she mentioned her name and being at his service, he cocked his head, eyes widening a little. "Oh, uh... ok. I'm Dante Obsid. Pleasure to meet you." Dante said calmly, handing the bag with the items to the girl. He put up the 'Gone for awhile' sign, and stepped out, shaking his cloak after grabbing his sword, the sharp blade at his waist. "Anyways, I'm off about this adventure. Feel free to follow!" He said, mimicking the sing-song voice and dashing off, using the same path he did when he first moved here, jumping off the side, landing on an old, steady roof, and running along it, jumping aside, not many bothering to look up, and he made his way to the gate, wanting to hear about the adventure. Hearing about this from one like Hazeal, surprised him. He was excited. Something like this hadn't happened to him before. His blood rushed at the thought. He soon was in sight of the gate of the capital, running and waving, hoping he wasn't too late.</s>
<|message|>Cassie Strom
"Right, sorry Sir."
Cassie backed off on the teasing, slowing her pace to let the young man take the lead. While she was fully willing to fluster and annoy, she wasn't willing to ACTUALLY undermine a superior officer's pride and authority in public. Despite her attitude, she was a soldier, and a good one at that. Plus, Astarte seemed surprisingly innocent and full of idealism. She didn't have the heart to crush that. At the mention of her wages, however, her thoughts turned to Donat as she puffed her pipe quietly. Expansion of the empire would cripple, rather than bring power. The other nations wouldn't just stand around and let themselves be pushed back. They'd fight. The grand dream of a mighty empire would fracture. Internal power struggles, the poor get trampled, civil war, suppression...Cassie's mind flicked back and forth. Not so much on the potential war, not even on whether or not the nation would survive...but on which side she'd find herself. On one hand, she disagreed heavily with the idea of expansionism. The other nations were allies, there was peace. Living in poverty had let the bombardier learn many things, the least of which being that no matter what's happening, it's the weak and poor who suffer for the strong and rich.
But on the other hand, her family relied on her own military wages to stay above the water. If she opposed Donat openly, assuming she wasn't executed on the spot, she'd be discharged from the military. Her family would crumble. A matter of pride and principal versus family and necessity. She had time to decide. She would see what the Knight Lieutenant was planning. It could be a ruse to sniff out those who opposed Donat and kill them. See how things go. Make a decision then. For now, focus on the fact that she'd got to unload her Howler into a living monster, instead of another damn training dummy. The thought filled her with glee as she adjusted the straps to her massive harness, already measuring the charges in her head. Judging by the name and the mention of silk, this thing was a spider of some sort. Hard shell. Squishy interiors. She couldn't help herself at the thought of seeing gore filled explosions from each shot she'd let loose. Puncture slugs would do amazing things to such a beast.
"Don't suppose we'll be getting paid for this hunt sir? I could use some extra money, and I AM using my personal powders for this. The stuff the treasury springs for just doesn't have the oomph or the flare that makes every shot so damn beautiful. Gotta tinker a bit to give it that extra burn."
She bit her lip, picking up the pace to match Astarte's as they neared the gate. Looked like quite the crowd had gathered actually. She wiped at her monocle, adjusting the cravat on her coat and cracking her knuckles happily, the massive Howler Cannon dwarfing just about everyone in attendance.</s>
<|message|>Salazar Theroux
Salazar held his arm up, palm flattened as the bird returned to him. The images, sounds and shapes that the illusion had seen and heard flooded violently into his mind. The process was always a little painful as images ripped into his head and allocated their positions in his internal timeline. The bird chirped gently before blinking out of existence. Salazar folded his arms and closed his eyes slowly. This was another painful part of altering a minds, travelling through them. His body blinked out of existence in the court and shortly materialized in the middle of the group that had gathered.
"Hello everyone" he spun around, taking in the faces that surrounded him "well isn't this a quaint meeting" he smiled and bowed gently, the last of the residual blue energy his magic created flicking off him like ethereal flames. He turned to Hazael and smiled "A pleasure as always, Hazael" he clasped her hand and pressed the back of her hand to his lips before looking back towards the others "Salazar Theroux, a pleasure to meet you all" his eyes flicked up to the massive cannon and knew that meant one thing. She was joining the hunt. Salazar smiled inwardly.
She is always a fun companion Grim whispered in Salazar's ear.</s>
| <|message|>Ralena
Ralena watched as the form appeared and stopped the fruit from hitting anyone.
She stared at the male for some moments, a dull expression on her face, before seeing him walking over to her. With the mysterious male near her, she changed her footing; her sword sheathed on her left hip.
She looked at the male, before her expression brightened in marvel. "Wow! That was amazing! How did you do that?"
She continued the bright expression for a moment, before her expression went to its true, annoyed state, looking toward the others that were some several paces away. It seemed another person was there now. That's four.
She focused on the male that was near her again.
Her expression and voice stayed neutral this time. "Sneaking around? Not sure what you mean. And oh, sorry about that. It slipped from my hand, I would never throw anything like that on purpose at someone."
More people were coming this way.</s> |
<|description|>Nex
Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles: Shadow, TBA, TBA
Gender:Generally Male
Age: 25
Skills: * Dual-wielding
* Stealth
* Impersonation
* Master Scythe fighter
Magic: Nex is a master of Shadow Magic, which allow him to control, manipulate, energize, and solidify shadows to use in combat, as well as for a variety of other things, this also allows him to become as formless as a shadow, thus allowing him to change how he looks. Here are some examples of basic spells, and his #1 most Powerful spell that has earned him the majority of his infamy:* Shadow Bolt: A bolt of energized shadow that can be fired either in rapid fire or more powerful charged shots
* Shadow Scythe: A shadow contsruct that takes the form of a scythe, the blade of which is extremely sharp and can grow, shrink, and even be made into a whip like projection, doesn't harm the caster.
* Shadow Tendrils: Rather self explanatory, this spell allows Nex to summon tendrils of shadows, either for combat, utility, or for fun, if you know what I mean
Equipment: * The Black Book:Effects of said book are TBA
Personality: Nex is very much like a young child in his way of reasoning, if he sees something he wants, he'll take it. Anyone who gets in his way will be removed quickly and painfully.
Biography: Once upon a time, there was a young mage of great power and skill, so much so that he was even granted the honor of training under a member of the mage's council. rom the age of 7-14, he buried himself in his studies, wanting to prove to all that he was worthy of this honor. One day, however, he stumbled upon an ancient grimoire that seemed to be made from the hide of a black dragon. The tome wreaked of dark magic, and yet instead of repulsing the boy, it only drew him towards its, like a moth to a flame. The moment he laid his hand upon it, the book sprang open, the pages full of nothing but darkness that surged forth and consumed the boy dragging him screaming into it's dark depths.
Others: As long as Nex serves the book and has it in his possession, he cannot be killed, only severely wounded. He can still kill himself, however, from over use of his magic.</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
Dante heard the girl wandering around behind him, examining some of his hammers. "Well, an adventure feels like a nice change of scenery for me, in my opinion. Gets a bit stale with all of the work around here." he said, setting one rod down and working on more. "And to answer your question, yes. I used to be a swordsman before settling down as a blacksmith. Thought I'd give the trade a try. It's nice, forging weapons. I get to learn their material, how they work. I've even worked with some guns. And must I say, they are quite an interesting thing to look at. I do have a sword I use specifically, it should be in the chest under the table near you." he said calmly, believing she wouldn't steal from him. "It's sharper, smoother, and larger than most swords I've seen. Higher quality than just about any standard sword." he said proudly, looking behind him to stare at her for a moment. "So, are you going to go to this meeting?" he asked, before turning around and getting back to work, sparks flying.</s>
<|message|>Hazael Michaellis
Astarte
Gah... He could only repent on how embarrassing it how sounded, the fact that he mistook the charges he was accusing the girl of. He was about to try and come up with some retort when the girl decided to change the subject. Well, he was relieved to hear that change of subject, but what came next set his fuse off yet again. Being called cute was bad enough, but lieutenant cutie? He remembered his sister using the same nickname once, and it was most definitely horrible. What's more, hearing it from his sister was already bad enough, but hearing it from someone with a lower rank? Disgraceful, totally so.
"D-D-Don't call me that! I'll see to it that they hold your pay off for the next month!" A baseless threat, given that his rank wasn't THAT big of a deal. "And fuckin' wait for me, I'm goin' in the same direction!" Astarte said, with a bit of an accent he had picked up during his infancy. He hurried behind the girl. It would have already been awkward enough to walk in the same direction and just everntually find each other, so he had hoped to make that feeling smaller while shouting at her. Though, he know felt like it had the opposite effect.
Hazael
The place went from deserted to populated in a matter of seconds. Well, it made Hazael happy. Firstly, to answer the first one to arrive, she stood straight up and looked at him, eye to eye. While she was little, she could also easily intimidate anyone just with a look. It was more of a test than anything else, to see if they had what it takes. "Yep, that's me. It is HazAel, though. You lacking an A there." She said to Nex, with a big smile on her face. Still, she wondered whether the guy had read the secret message or not. Maybe he hadn't, maybe he did. It didn't matter. The fact that he seemed oddly familiar was definitely offputting, though.
Then, she turned to the man with bright red hair. 'Eyecatching', she thought. Aside from her, all of her family's hair colors were scattered all around and with some real strange tones. It was good to see someone with equally strange hair color out of her family. Reassuring that it didn't run only in her family. "Good, good! I was waiting for you all! Then, let me get into some details. We are going after this monster, an 'Arachnoblaster', is its name. Crap, barely bit my tongue." Hazael said, acting a bit more childish, before getting on with her explanation. "It's skin is really durable, as well as the silk it produces. Guys over here want to do some research on it, see if we can implement what it does on our weaponry or armors. It should be pretty fun, though I'd take the thing up as many times needed if it only had less legs." Hazael said, trying to mask the fact that she was actually feeling disgusted by the mere thought of having to go against a giant spider. It was more disgust than fear, though. She was a woman, after all.
Of course, the other one, observing everything from the sidelines, hadn't escaped her vigilant eye. Hazael merely winked at her and returned to the business at hand. "So! The specifics of the job are 'go inside, beat the crap out of the crawling thing, bring back what's left', basically. Oh, it also can spit fire, so be warned about that. We leave tomorrow at afternoon, by the time we think no one else will be arriving. Since you are the first ones to come here, I wanna ask, what are your names? And..." Her eyes turned sharp, trying not to miss a detail of anything they said. She had to fully analyze the answer of the next question, as it will give them up as supporters of Donat or otherwise. "What made you think of accepting this job?"</s>
<|message|>Yunan
Yunan acknowledge the man's lies without showing any sign of doubt, but he knew that his shield only protected him from malicious intent such as he was doing early but again let it slide, considering how much he wanted to get away from the man. He should of simply left when he had the chance but now he was listening to the other man's rambling on about questions on how his magic work and all of that, but he paid no attention and simply nodded to his questions. More or less it was true that everyone of them he could do, to a certain degree.
However the nonstop question that the man was shooting out was indeed annoying and he had the chance now to escape... so he took up the opportunity and quickly left. The vines that entangled Bristlebane were good enough for the job to distract him for the moment to allow Yunan to escape with more time on his hand to disappear into the kingdom's bustling activity. After the incident, Yunan decided to lay low for the day, deciding that he didn't want to get into another scenario like what had happened earlier. With nothing besides a window, he gazed out the glass and watched the kingdom from afar wondering how long will this kind of commotion will last.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex nodded as Hazael correct him in how to say her name. "Got it, Hazael, not Hazel. Nex will make sure to remember that. As for name, Nex doesn't remember, so Nex goes by Nex, I am Nex, Nex is me, Nex is Nex." He giggled slightly, at a joke only he seemed to hear or understand. He took some time to fold up the flyer and stuff it into the cloak he was wearing. Underneath said cloak, Nex was wearing no shirt, some gauze wrappings around his arms that went from his hands down to his elbows, and some ragged black breeches that seemed to be falling apart at the seems. He also wore a thick, black belt, which seemed to have something attached to it, but it couldn't be seen due to the cloak hiding it from view.
"Nex came cause Nex was bored, Arachnoblaster sounds like fun. Oh," Nex turned around quickly to address the red headed stranger, taking a secind to look at the sword. He could ferk some kind of energy from it, meaning it must be enchanted, though what that might be was a mystery. Turning his eyes back up to the swords owner face, he smiled again.
"Glad to meet you, Red head, my na e is Nex, what is your name, and is it okay if I call you Red Head?" Nex also wanted to say high to the lady on the bench, but she was trying to be sneaky, and it would be rude of him to point her out like that.</s>
<|message|>Ralena
Ralena watched as a few more people moved along the street.
Someone else joined the two that were near the wall. Another male.
"That makes three so far," she said quietly, speaking into the air. She took a moment to look directly at the three people ahead and ended up making eye contact with one of them. She stared at the young woman for a few moments, before returning to her reading again.
I can't make out what they're saying, but it's too soon to move in. Who knows how many more may show up.
A man began his way down the streets, pushing a fruit cart along the street. Ralena blinked for a moment, before standing and putting her reading material back in her pocket. She waved a hand to the man with the cart and jogged over to him.
"How much are two of these?" she asked the man, looking at some of the fruit.
Eventually, she bit into a juicy fruit, while standing in the middle of the street. She looked at the small group near the wall and raised her arm, eventually letting the fruit fly towards the three people. She didn't aim at any of them in particular, but if no one moved it was sure to hit at least one of them.
The fruit was medium sized and had a soft, but firm texture on the outside.</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
"Guns huh? Well, I wouldn't know about those," Chloe said jovially in response as she listened to him speak, though in truth she was quite serious. Her form of magic required her to possess a rather in depth knowledge of the shapes and properties of weapons. The more she knew the easier it was to create them through her magic. Swords were easy. Shields were even easier if you wanted something simple but strong. Guns though, guns were a weapon that she could not create with her magic. Too many moving parts for a start. She moved over to the table that he had indicated and knelt down before the chest and looked it over. She did not go to open it.
"I will be, in a manner of speaking, though not without those rods~" she said in an almost lyrical, singsong tone. "I may need to use them before the day is out you see, depending on what the young lady knight has to say~" The truth at the moment was that she had no idea what was going to happen when she got her answer. She might even need to use them on the lady herself, if it came to it. She looked at the blacksmiths back and stared at him for a moment as a thought occurred to her.
"Chloe Magnolia Chevalier, at your service my lord craftsman," she said playfully without a hint of apparent sarcasm.</s>
<|message|>Avon L. Ruhame
Avon Ruhame
After noting the poster's information and pounding into his brain the location and time, he decided he would check it out a little bit early. He glanced at the poster before he left to see the gates, as much as he would've loved to take the poster himself so he could easily reference the information, that might have made it so others wouldn't know about it. And ruining other people's job opportunities wasn't something he was up for. So, after speaking the information aloud in order to get it down for sure, he meandered over towards the gate.
' Wow, fuck. I hope they still have room for me. ' Not only did it look like there was a meeting about it today, but it was packed! If Avon had any other promising jobs he could've got, he would probably had just left. But his curiosity and trouble looking for work in the town made it so he would stay. The people around him didn't look all that untrustworthy, however handfull of them gave off some shady vibes. Not that it mattered, if there were this many people the job would most likely be a huge success. 'It'd be as smooth as a lynchin' was the wording he used when he thought about it. Well, with this many people though the money might be split into pretty small chunks, and the job offer never said it was going to pay well. As Avon drew closer, he was able to pick out who was Hazael, and what she was saying.
Instantly he felt like an idiot. Wow If I ain't the biggest dumbass in this crowd I would never find who is. He had thought the spider was some company brand, or what symbol the group would be representing. Not what they were hunting! Oh well, at least no one knew that's what he thought it would be. He was also surprised at the job request itself. Now, Avon isn't, nor ever was too great of a monster hunter, but a job like this was one he was somewhat excited to go on. Helping scientists, killing baddies, getting payed, sounded like a honest job! So long as he wasn't expected to extort some old men after the job was done he was ready to go! After Hazael finished explaining the job, she asked for those present to introduce themselves. Avon decided on waiting a bit before throwing himself out there, people probably wouldn't want to hear about the wandering amateur gunsmith anyway.</s>
| <|message|>Nex
Nex's cloak flew outwards as a tendril of black intercepted the fruit that seemed to be headed his way, spearing it right through the center. It retreated slightly, stopping only to allow Nex to pull the fruit off of it, then it dispersed nothingness. Nex took a bite out of it, enjoying the taste of it, sweet yet tart at the same time. Nex walked over to the person who has thrown the fruit, his ever present smile still plastered on his face.
"You know it's not nice to throw things lady, people could get hurt. But now that you've stopped trying to be sneaky, Nex can ask you who you are. Nex likes having a lot of friends, would you like to be one of them?" Nex continued to munch on the fruit, nodding towards the lady as he continued to speak. "Also, thanks for fruit, it's very good."
Akira</s> |
<|description|>Nex
Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles: Shadow, TBA, TBA
Gender:Generally Male
Age: 25
Skills: * Dual-wielding
* Stealth
* Impersonation
* Master Scythe fighter
Magic: Nex is a master of Shadow Magic, which allow him to control, manipulate, energize, and solidify shadows to use in combat, as well as for a variety of other things, this also allows him to become as formless as a shadow, thus allowing him to change how he looks. Here are some examples of basic spells, and his #1 most Powerful spell that has earned him the majority of his infamy:* Shadow Bolt: A bolt of energized shadow that can be fired either in rapid fire or more powerful charged shots
* Shadow Scythe: A shadow contsruct that takes the form of a scythe, the blade of which is extremely sharp and can grow, shrink, and even be made into a whip like projection, doesn't harm the caster.
* Shadow Tendrils: Rather self explanatory, this spell allows Nex to summon tendrils of shadows, either for combat, utility, or for fun, if you know what I mean
Equipment: * The Black Book:Effects of said book are TBA
Personality: Nex is very much like a young child in his way of reasoning, if he sees something he wants, he'll take it. Anyone who gets in his way will be removed quickly and painfully.
Biography: Once upon a time, there was a young mage of great power and skill, so much so that he was even granted the honor of training under a member of the mage's council. rom the age of 7-14, he buried himself in his studies, wanting to prove to all that he was worthy of this honor. One day, however, he stumbled upon an ancient grimoire that seemed to be made from the hide of a black dragon. The tome wreaked of dark magic, and yet instead of repulsing the boy, it only drew him towards its, like a moth to a flame. The moment he laid his hand upon it, the book sprang open, the pages full of nothing but darkness that surged forth and consumed the boy dragging him screaming into it's dark depths.
Others: As long as Nex serves the book and has it in his possession, he cannot be killed, only severely wounded. He can still kill himself, however, from over use of his magic.</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
"Yeah, I didn't really get a good look myself either," Chloe said conversationally as she stepped out from the shadows of the gatehouse door and walked toward the group of knights who stood beneath the open gate to the city. There was a playful bounce to her step and she swung her arms in an exaggerated manner. Her body was wrapped in the same white paper coat that she had worn to the meeting the other day, only it was a little worse for wear. Her face was clean, save for a slight smudge of dirt on her cheek. If she had noticed it bothered her little.
Chloe turned toward Kendrick. "So what about me? Do I have a nice body?" Chloe said playfully, coming to a stop several feet from the group. To negate any tension her presence may have elicited she closed her eyes and laughed gently. She placed her hands together behind her back cocked her head to the side and smiled. "Chloe Magnolia Chevalier. And you must be HaZaEl," Chloe said playfully as she deliberately fumbled the pronunciation of Hazael's name. "We didn't speak yesterday. But here I am. And here you are." Chloe stood upright and laughed heartily to herself before curtsying to Hazael.</s>
<|message|>Damon Farrow
Lord Captain Damon Farrow
Damon began strolling down to the gate, this time accompanied by four members of the Kings Guard that he trusted completely, they weren't coming but he wanted them to help him keep Civvies away from the discussion... the those pesky city guard. The Other Guardsmen looked very prim and proper, in full uniform. They were walking with stone espressions, even if one of them was quite the talked off duty and could rarely hold his liquor, and their mere presence made people keep to the edge of the street, for to them this looked like official business and you never get involved in the official business of the upper classes if you valued your livelihood. On the other hand Damon looked more at ease, he was more relaxed, but not slobbish. He was still in full uniform but he hand casually rested on his hilt and his expression was one of exhaustion. Damon hadn't got much sleep, truth be told he spent most the night on duty and the rest lying down in one of the palace's guest rooms, alert for the slightest sign of movement.
Eventually he arrived at the gate to meet the trio and one other from yesterday, his men fanning out to keep the area clear of miscreants and allow them an area not filled by an army of civilians. Officially he was here to inspect the city guard and check that it was ready to deal with this arachnoblaster should Hazael's group fail, unofficially he was here to help in anyway he could. "Commander, these are some of my most trusted few, they have been informed of what should happen should an attempt be made on anyone in the palace's life. They are here to listen, observe and give me an excuse for missing my shift today." he said, adding the last part with a nervous smile, pretending he was happy to be off work. "So whats the plan?" he said getting to within a meter of the group.</s>
<|message|>Bristlebane
Bristlebane snorted and wake up blurry-eyed to see some army people and the MAGIC PAPER LADY! He shook himself awake and discarded the raggedy blanket thing he was sleeping under and stood up. She seemed to be in a good mood maybe she would be willing to teach him magic today. "Yeah whats the plan peps, and does it involve explosion?" he asked echoing Damon's question. He didn't see the gunner lady yet so probably not. He thought about when would be the best time to ask the paper lady when he could learn magic. Probably right after he did something heroic like saving her, Bristlebane began constructing a plan to win himself her favor and learn how to make the ultimate paper everything. Mostly airplanes but he could probably make other cool stuff as well.</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex was on top of the gate, watching everyone assemble, wandering what he should do. He didn't remember anything that had happened after his master had taken control of him, and he had woken up just an hour ago in a nearby alley. He hoped his master hadn't offended the paper lady in anyway. Deciding he'd had enough waiting, and being a little bored and mischievous, Nex jumped from the top of the gate onto one of the male knights that had accompanied Hazael, except he didn't look like himself, but like the paper mage lady. He was still wearing the same clothes however, or more to the point, wearing the same lack of clothes.
"Nex has arrived to slay the monster too!"</s>
<|message|>Cassie Strom
"Thought we covered that already? Kill a big ole spider."
Cassie gave a half-assed salute as she walked past the four stone faced guards, her cannon swaying from the harness on her back. She gave a wink to Chloe as she ruffled Nex's head.
"I'd say your body is quite...magical? Was that too much? Probably too much. I can never tell. Job of extremes and all that."
The bombardier slammed the cannon down onto the stone with a loud thud, giving a proper salute to Hazael before adjusting her monocle and patting the Howler and the heavy case strapped to her hips.
"Ma'am. Lieutenant Cutie, liking the armor, very intimidating. Puncture rounds, usually used for dropping braced walls during sieges, should kick through the critter's hide and wreak some havoc. These ones are modified slightly, so there SHOULDN'T be collateral on anyone up close when it hits, but it also means the booms are a bit smaller. But don't worry, I'm the best there is, so just trust that my shots won't hit any of you. I also have scatter shots in case there's infantry or the like trying to give backup, though I really don't recommend being near the target if I use it. I'm ready to go when you are."
Extra ammo, designed to minimize impact on her allies. Grenades to light everything on fire if someone gets too close to her. She pulled her pistol out to double check the ammo. Hopefully she wouldn't need to use it. Her heart gave a skip. No drills, no practice shots. She got to blow up a big freaking monster with her cannon. Some days, it was wonderful to be alive, despite the situation. She'd get to hear her baby sing again. Leaning the cannon down into a makeshift bench, she sat down on it, lighting up her pipe and giving puffs with her signature jackal grin.
"Our group seems much smaller than yesterday. Where are we intercepting the beastie?"</s>
<|message|>Avon L. Ruhame
Avon Ruhame
After a good nights rest, and a tastier then usual breakfast ( courtesy of his favorite tavern ), Avon took his time getting back to the gate. As expected, he wasn't the first one there, not even close by the looks of it. Hazael was there, obviously, as well as a few faces he recognized from the crowd the previous day. However, not all of them he had seen before.
Anyhow, as he drew in closer, he heard them speak. The first one he heard was a girl who absolutely butchered Hazael's name. The second, was talking about the guard and asking for the plan. Others continued to go on and show they were present, and a few of them started to go about talking to each other. Avon was feeling a little less intimidated by the group then he had the previous day, but he couldn't bring himself to talk to any of them yet.
Avon didn't want to shout above the others to introduce himself, so he inched towards Hazael, all the while listening as before. One of the ladies gave quite the speech. He would have been slightly less inclined to listen to the bombardier talk if she hadn't been so pretty. Avon then slapped himself lightly to get himself out of the mindset. Now's not the time for staring, now's the time for action! he pep talked himself while he merged with them.</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
Dante had gone back to his forge and whipped up a special pistol, just for today. He happily slung it over his belt and displayed his sword proudly as he went back to where they would be meeting. "Hello!" he said cheerily, eyeing the people that were there. "Seems to be the same people from yesterday still." he said normally, a slight undertone of happiness as he approached Chloe again, her being the only person he really knew at all here. "Hello, Chloe!" He greeted her, grinning as he pulled the pistol out, eager to show her. "I made this last night, it has special combusting flame bullets, and fires as strong as a cannon!" he said enthusiastically, beginning to ramble a little.</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
Chloe was cut off in her stride by the sound of an unpleasantly familiar voice, causing her to slowly turn head toward the source with a momentarily tense look on her face. Her two admirers from yesterday had arrived. The dark mage and the monkey. The fact that Nex had taken her face was also more than a little disconcerting. Though she laughed at the sight her brow suggested a distinct lack of amusement."Hehe, yeah, that's not creepy at all," Chloe said more to herself than to Nex.
The women called Cassie made her own entrance a moment later. She had an aura of natural confidence around her that made her presence known. But it was the object on her back that was making Chloe more than a little inwardly nervous. A cannon. It was not the technology itself per see that bothered her but it kind of suggested a specific preference toward blowing things up. And fire. Chloe felt a nervous tinge in her stomach that made her keep her distance. Which was why the arrival of Dante came as something of a relief.
Chloe turned to face him and waved in greeting with a radiant smile on her face. "Dante. Oh, what's that you have there?" she asked rhetorically as she leaned in toward the gun that he was holding, his enthusiasm almost blinding compared to the lacklustre enthusiasm that she showed toward her own craft. "F-fire huh? That's...amazing, really," Chloe said with a slightly nervous laugh as she stood up and backed off just a little.</s>
| <|message|>Nex
Nex smiled as Cassie patted her head, before she switched back to his default form and jumped off the blonde knight's back, the one Hazael called Assie. "Sorry Assie, I was bored and wanted to pounce on someone, and you looked like a fun person to mess with." Turning to Chole, Nex turned his head down as he walked up to her, clearing his throat as he tried to get her attention.
"Um, excuse me paper lady, but Nex is sorry for anything the Nex's master may have said to you, and for almost hurting you with he book. Nex forgot abut Master's curse on it, says something about protecting his secrets. I hope you'll forgive Nex, he didn't mean to hurt you." Nex then reached into one of his coat pockets and pulled out a black necklace of exquisite finery, the gemstones being a dark maroon in color.
"I saw this in a jewelry store once and made a copy using my magic. I hope you can forgive Nex, Nex is really, truly sorry for what Nex almost did."</s> |
<|description|>Damon Farrow
Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles:
Lord or Captain, sometimes Lord Captain
Gender:
Male
Age:
27
Skills:
He is a skilled tactician and very adept at swordplay.
Equipment:
Damon always wears his fathers armor and a sword with a new blade fashioned from the hilt of his fathers sword. He often has a sheild on him, but half the time its whatever is lying around him as a shield, rather then the one fashioned with his family crest on.
Personality:
Damon is a person who is hard to to get to know as he is very private in his opinions. Because of this it is also very hard to get him to trust you, but if you do his loyalty is near unbreaking. Those he respects or like he will go to any level to help while, this he does not dislike, but has no real liking of, he will help where it is not difficult for him to do so.
Biography:
Damon was the second born of House Farrow, with his elder brother dying at his fathers side, serving the King, making him the heir to the Family Mantle. Upon receiving this title he was invited to the castle, as his father had told the king of his uncanny ability to strategise, an ability on par with, if not exceeding, that of the Kings current Generals and other loyal followers who helped with battle tactics. He also inherited his fathers other title, that of Captain of the Kings Guard. While this role was his fathers he had to earn it like anyone would, the role had to be held by a lord and they had to be loyal to the king. Damon earned the role purely from his fathers loyalty, one that it took him a while to share. Normally the Captain of the Kings Guard would protect the King silently, taking no orders and conversing with the king very little if ever at all, simple being expected to know how to best protect the king at all times, but Damon had also been invited as the Kings guest for his first visit. Upon arriving he was told about how the King had grown to trust his fathers opinion and it seemed he was looking to hold Damon in the same light, but Damon seemed reluctant to give his opinions, speaking only to when prompted and never in much detail. After some months in the King service, attending council meetings on the pretense of the Kings Protection, he began to to understand the King deeper, he began to respect him as more then just the ruler, but as a just ruler, as a good man. It wasn't long before Damon began giving the King more advice, much to the kings surprise, only giving a new view on what was discussed on providing clarity on a matter and never going against what another in his council had said. Having joined the Council as young as 17 he has grown to trust and respect the king like he did his father and brother. However recent events have caused that respect to turn into Mistrust and faint disrespect of the Prime Minister</s>
<|message|>Chloe Magnolia Chevalier
"Oh it's no problem, I am the one inconveniencing you after all," Chloe said nonchalantly as she channelled magic into the poster that she herself was carring, causing it to float in the air just above her hand so that the writing was pointing roughly toward the blacksmith. She paused for a second as the thought occurred to her that that had not been the wisest of things to do in front of a stranger, not everyone reacted to magic in the same way. Sometimes it could go really badly. But usually, not so much. The poster coiled up and around her arm like a snake and wove its way into her backpack, disappearing inside with a rustle.
"It's a message, you know, sort of hidden in the words, it actually took me a little while myself," she said humbly. Chloe leaned against the wall and looked sidelong at the smith. "It's an accusation, kinda, it's saying that your dear sweet prime minster has been a very naughty boy. I guess if that bothers you then you, I don't know, you could do something about it."
Chloe watched as he went about his work. Depending on how you looked at it what he was doing was no different than magic, he took an idea, shaped it in his mind and then made it real. She was kind of surprised he hadn't asked her why she needed steel rods/ She was grateful for his professional discretion.</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante
"Well, I've no problem with the Minister, but there have been rumors about some... wrongdoings on his part. Perhaps I'll look into this adventure." Dante said, watching in awe when she projected an image of the blueprint. "Interesting design..." He murmured, immediately getting to work and hammering on steel in the specified shape. "Anyways, what brings you to New Torrea?" Dante asked nonchalantly, attempting to make small talk while he worked.</s>
<|message|>Avon L. Ruhame
Avon Ruhame
At another spot in the city, near a flower peddler and a cobbler there was a bulletin board type of wall, and across it were an array of job offers and other posters, plus one really obnoxiously red one near the center. Avon found himself giving these posters a good once-over, he needed a temporary job and was hoping to find something both fun and well-paying. Unfortunately those two usually don't come hand-in-hand, which usually meant he had to choose between them. Usually he would choose something that payed better, but now he was in the mood for something not existentially boorish. This was ok, though, because the obnoxiously red one had everything but boring all over it!
Now, Avon wasn't too great of a reader, not having used that skill in almost half a year unless it came to signs with one to two words on it. But he could work out the poster for the most part. It took him a few minutes and many re-readings but he finally got the words down. It was definitely a job offer, one that had everything you would find in the beginning of some story parents would tell their young. It had a cool symbol that was easy to remember, offered fun and adventure, and the person offering had authority! Now, our young man has never met Hazael, but he heard about her from his father. He really looked up to her, and would have had no problems making her and her men their equipment.
There was a bunch of gibberish at the bottom of the poster, Avon also gave that quite a look-over. But due to him only having rudimentary reading and writing skills in the first place he wasn't able to decipher it at all. It bothered him a bit, and gave him the motivation to refresh his readings skills and attempt to brush up, but he would eventually be ok with it. It didn't mean much to him, because planned on going to the gate for the meeting anyway. Hell, he could probably ask someone about it tomorrow and they'd be able to explain it to him.</s>
<|message|>Hazael Michaellis
Astarte
The boy was surprised when his cigarrette was suddenly taken away from him. The one behind it was Cassie, a girl he had heard about before. He wasn't as low as her in the military, though, given that he was about just two ranks below his sister, and he was quite proud of being called Sub-Lieutenant. So much, that it went way over his head. And also, he didn't like being called cute.
"Cassie... May I ask what all this is about? Insubordination, perhaps? How dare you call someone in a higher rank than you 'freaking cute', huh!?" Well, he wouldn't mind being talked to with such disrespect weren't it for the fact that she called him cute. Not manly at all, not at all, and it pissed him so much that he wasn't as manlier as his sister, even though she looked so frail and he looked sturdy and way taller than the average joe, so how in the seven hells was he 'cute'?!. He soon recovered his composure and cleared his throat. "Of course, I'll take part of the 'job', as my siters calls it, though it is more of a 'mission', actually. And a family visit, actually."
He then grinned at Cassie's question. He knew some things about it, yes, though her sister was the one that knew all of the details because he couldn't be bothered by them. "A monster, commonly known as 'Arachnoblaster', has appeared in the woods. Donat has asked us to eliminate it and bring its corpse back to study it. It seems it produces a strong kind of silk that can hardly be broken by even a sword, and it also is able to launch fire from its mouth. Quite an interesting catch, if you ask me." He says, laughing a bit. He was really looking forward to fighting it, after all, he barely got to fight any monsters lately.
Hazael
Leaning against a wall, Hazael waited for anyone that actually came to her to talk about the job. The badly hidden secret message had probably scared everyone off. Her short, thin frame made her seem as any other regular civilian, maybe even someone that wasn't eating all that well, but the fact that she was also wearing designer made clothes made the thought of her being poor fly away. Maybe a metabolism problem? Anyhow, it was deifinitely offputting, however, the huge silver sword hanging from her back. A wonder how she could carry it around and not seem tired at all.
She was about to resign and go back to her house when a bird approached her. She definitely recognized this magic, so she heard attentively. A message telling her someone would actually go to the job request. It made her happy and she nodded at the little illusory bird. Well, she might as well stay there for a bit more, before giving up all hope. Still, was the info she received from Nijiara accuarate? That Donat would stop being so passive... It really worried her, mostly by the fact that, how the hell did their mage of the court got a hold of such information?</s>
<|message|>Nex
Nex was bored, so very, very bored. He was walking the streets of New Torrea, looking for something fun to do, when he saw a bright ed poster on the wall. He walked up to it, taking a moment to piece together what it may have been about, he smiled. Fighting a giant monster was always fun, so very fun. Now then, to find the area where he was supposed to meet this Hazel person. He walked around for quite a bit, asked some directions, hit a few dead ends, and almost got mugged a couple of times(it didn't end well for the muggers), but he finally found where the meeting sight was, and by the looks of things so far, was the only one to have arrived so far. Walking over to the lady that seemed to be waiting for people, he held out the poster in front of him, a wide smile on his face as he did so.
"It says here that you need some help fighting a monster, well , Nex here wishes to help. I'm really good at fighting monsters, like, extremely good. So, are we waiting on other people to show or what. Oh, and are you the Hazel person that put these out, or just someone else who found a flyer?"</s>
<|message|>Ralena
Approaching the area near the gates, Ralena looked around to see if she could see who had put the posters out for the adventurous mission or quest.
Eventually she saw two people near a wall and one of them had one of the advertisements she had seen before.
Looks like this is the place.
However, Ralena had no intention of joining this group and only wanted to see what their plans were. She walked over to a building opposite of where Hazael was and sat down on a bench. Soon enough, Ralena would see who these people were and if they were true warriors or not.
Until then, Ralena pulled a small packet of papers from her pocket and began to do some reading. All the while, she was relatively observant of the area around her. The streets, people going in and out of the nearby buildings. The only place Ralena didn't have a good view of was the roof of the building directly behind her. The bench she was sitting on was right next to the building. Nonetheless, she flipped through some pages while waiting to see what would happen.</s>
<|message|>Tsubasa Akiyama (Western order, given name first.)
New TorreaTsubasa
Moving through the bustle of the city slowed him significantly; by the time he got to the gates, there was already someone speaking to the well-dressed woman with an overly large blade who must have been the contact. The poster had said she was a knight commander or something of the sort, and despite her slight frame she did have the look about her of one who had seen a lot of combat. The sword at her back had been well used and well maintained. The other person talking to her looked to be a young man with a...somewhat disturbed look to him. Tsubasa slowed his gait by a half step, using the extra time as he walked towards them to analyze the area.
He took note of every entrance, every exit, every door to every building. Which street was most crowded, which was empty, which nook would hide him and which cranny would give him away. Someone was sitting on a bench, appearing to read. But their observation skills weren't half bad; he'd used that method himself a few times, and it required a great deal of subtlety. Competition...or perhaps, the news that he was being targeted had already reached Donat, and he had dispatched some of his own agents? Though his eyes were hidden beneath the rim of his hood and the white, puffy fur lining around it, Tsubasa kept the observer in the corner of his sight as he approached Hazael and Nex.
"'Scuse me. I'm here about that same flier." he spoke up, loud enough for them both to hear him. "I'm not that great at monster hunting...but I'm good at getting jobs done." He looked meaningfully at Hazael. "So, care to explain a little more about this job?"</s>
| <|message|>Damon Farrow
Lord Captain Farrow
It was early, Damon always awoke early. In actual fact he wasn't expected to be at his post for another two hours but he liked to be early and he didn't like the newest guard, a cocky young man who was good at his job but always seemed too relieved after a night shift. He stood up and got dressed, put on his armor and pulled the belt holding his sheath tight before trying it still. He looked at his appearance in a mirror and began heading down the stairs. His staff had already prepared breakfast and were just finishing the table placements. There were two, at the one end was his seat and at the far other was his mothers seat, but she almost never left her room after the death of Damon's Father and brother. "I don't know why you insist on cooking a full breakfast you know I will never eat." he sighed to his manservant, an old man named Keel, with a smile.
Damon had liked Keel as he had never changed, even after the death of his late master he remained sure in his duty and always going the extra mile for Damon to make sure the boy wanted for nothing. Keel had looked after him when he was young and never really stopped. "Look, you and the staff enjoy a hearty breakfast, I will just have a slice of meat." he said heading into the kitchen and doing exactly that before stepping out into the cool morning air. He felt like today would be a good day, that was until he saw the flier.
He thought nothing of it until he read the fine print. 'What was she thinking!' he thought 'If the Prime-minister hears of this then It will be civil war!' he then allowed himself a cuss and muttered "I had better confront her... before I'm forced to fight the kingdom to keep the king alive!" with another muttered curse he gripped his sword tightly and set off to find the Knight Lieutenant Commander. The gates to the city would require a detour, more like he was going a great distance out of his way, but he still had time and this was big... "Commoners messing with affairs of state never end well!" he growled through gritted teeth as he set off from the peaceful of the nobility to the hustle and bustle of the city, not having time to get some of his men to accompany him.</s> |
<|description|>Catherine Krause
Catherine Krause
Screen name: Songofyourpeoples
Age: 14
Nationality: Canada
Personality: Catherine is someone who likes to appreciate the smaller joys of life - peace, quiet and a night sky unspoiled by city lights - or, alternatively the splendour of the bright lights of a nighttime city work perfectly well for her too. While she is normally a kind, helpful girl willing to help out people in need, she can occasionally fall too deep into focus when listening to or composing her own music and may be temporarily irritable if she is forcefully snapped out of it.
Biography: Born in Germany, Catherine's family immigrated to Canada when Catherine was young. She spent her life there, eventually earning a citizenship when she was nine. She spent her days in school, had friends and lived a happy life. The traditional Canadian tale of an immigrant family achieving their dreams in the land of new beginnings that was Canada.
Although her family had no particular history in the musical world, Catherine found herself attracted to the musical arts from a young age. Begging her parents, they began her with violin lessons, not discouraging her although they were not fully confident that her interest was genuine instead of a mere childish curiosity. However, when her instructor began speaking to her parents about Catherine's talent and enthusiastically suggested broadening her musical activities, her parents relented. Although their apartment was small, her parents still squeezed in a piano for her to practice with, and soon Catherine was performing songs far beyond what was expected of her age at recitals and concerts.
It was her interest in music which dragged her into the entire mess, as it all began with a scholarship. Impressed with her musical talents, Catherine was invited to an exchange trip to Italy for a year to attend a school with a prestigious musical program. Agreeing, Catherine boarded a plane and headed for Italy.
The plane never made it to Italy.
From causes still yet unknown, the plane was forced to make a crash landing near the Appeline mountains. During the landing Catherine sustained massive burns which left her in an extremely dangerous state. Even as the other passengers called for help, Catherine lay on the wreckage of the plane, her life trickling away.
That was when a Magical girl saved her. There was no great battle, no enemy to be saved from. It was just a simple question and an answer, and the girl took Catherine away and healed her injuries.
Managing to contact her parents, Catherine assured them that she was alright and that she had indeed survived the crash. Expressing her desire to continue her time in Italy, she also now had a secret, second reason to stay in Italy - to discover the nature of her new abilities, responsibilities and duties as a magical girl.
Experience Level: Magical Girl (First Act)
Skills:
Music: Aside from having experience on a wide variety of musical instruments, Catherine composes her own music. Although she will never admit it, she composed her own magical girl theme song.
First Aid - when she first got her abilities as a magical girl, Catherine thought she could use it to heal her allies. While that turned out to not be the case yet, that did not stop her and she learned to heal the mundane, human way, enrolling herself in a first aid course.
Voice Acting - Catherine is able to drastically change her voice to suit and imitate a variety of people, from six year old kids to mature women. She developed this skill as a hobby, and as such it is nowhere near a professional's skill.
Magical Power: Time Manipulation - Catherine's magic manifests as the ability to interfere with her target's place with the flow of time.
Abilities:
First Act: Riavvolgere - The ability to rewind; by focusing her magic Catherine is (supposed to be) able to continually rewind someone or something such as wounds, theoretically being able to heal wounds and injuries by "reversing the state" to a point prior to the actual infliction of the wound, or she may be able to rewind an enemy's movements.
Theoretically.
In reality, this ability is, in terms of both net damage done to the opponent and in net healing capabilities for herself or her allies completely useless. While she is able to reverse the flow of time, she is unable to also stop the flow of time towards the future - as such, while she is able to force the state of her target to go back five seconds, for example, she is unable to keep the same target from moving five seconds into the future, resulting in a net gain of 0 seconds. In actual, practical combat she is only able to use this ability to keep things in statis, whether they be wounded comrades or enemies. She is unable to help them further, only able to keep them in place. While this ability may be useful in a team situation it had rendered her completely useless independently and as a result has made her much more reliant on allies than other magical girls.</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren nodded. "Oh, okay. Um . . . here," she said showing Annie the jewel embedded in the center of her outfit. "I get my power from here."
The younger girl looked on in wonder as Annie procured her old book and demonstrated her magic. As someone who had little experience as a magical girl, seeing other's abilities was always astonishing for her. "Wow, pretty!" she remarked. "So, uh, your cards are able to grant special abilities or something? Wow, that's way more useful than my ability right now."</s>
<|message|>Tsukimon Arata
Tsukimon Arata - Nameless Group
Warehouse Base
"Takai, huh?" The chance meeting of another Japanese mob family in Rome of all places was both amusing and surprising to Tsukimon. Chewing away at one of the sandwiches Maria had masterfully crafted, she turned to face the newcomer and Lila. "How do I word this... it is not that I am too trusting." She leaves it at that, pulling down a box of PG tips instead of the usual tea she was prone to drinking. She scrutinized the brand through a squint before shrugging, setting it down. Leaning against the kitchen top, she turned that same scrutinizing eye to Makoto and raised a silencing hand to Lila.
"Do not be too hasty. I can just tell when someone is too new to mean us harm. Who told you to come to us?" Tsukimon asked, a somewhat dangerous edge to her question.
She raised the sandwich up for another bite. It was likely the local moderator, trying to keep things neat and organized. The yakuza princess had an unspoken dislike of the Moderators and their seemingly arbitrary authority over the realm of magical girls, but it was of course a dislike she would keep to herself. She'd already made enough enemies out of the Chinese Moderator and her cronies. Good times.
"Because I'm not sure if you can tell, but we are not exactly the most organized team!" Which was fine with her, "Whoever sent you probably did not like you." Tsukimon moved over to Lila, throwing her arm over the other girls shoulder with the sandwich hanging out of her mouth. There's no way she was not doing that to intentionally frustrate her. There was something very alien about that gesture coming from Tsukimon, who usually held a very proper stance.
"Oh! If you are going to go out, take Marie and Silvia. They say the best way to learn is to have someone you can teach. You can each chip in to help out the new girl." She said after a swallow. "Who knows, having a grass green girl might even help stop you from being so..." She turned her head to Lila, looking for an appropriate but polite word. "...Political."
Tsukimon broke off from Lila and went back to the tea. "How do you like your tea, Takai-san?"</s>
<|message|>Hua Tsing
Hua Tsing-Virtù Cardinali Incarnano
Cafe Zepelli
"I don't really have a preference. Why don't we select it randomly?"
Hua continued to try and ignore the endless innuendo. These things were also in her Chinese cartoons, at least in the ones she considered a bit indecent. Well, was it even innuendo at this point? It felt like it was a step beyond that. Hua decided to take another sip of her tea and cosigned herself to being teased. And to think she was the one paying for all this, they should be thanking her and groveling at her feet in thanks- is what a person to serious to live would say. Hua wasn't really that kind of person. Probably.</s>
<|message|>Makoto Takai
Makoto Takai- Nameless Group
Warehouse Base
"Pure, please" Makoto exclaimed while eyeing the one who intorduced herself as Lila. She seemed friendly enough, but Makoto's experience told her, people could be friendly on the outside, but actually condemn you on the inside. She had done it a couple of times before, too.
"Yeah, it was one of the moderators, who wasn't really that cooperative at first, but after some... persuasion... I got sent here"
She slumped forward in her chair and placed her head on her hand which she had leaning onto the table by her elbow.
"So, you want to send me out already before telling me your name? How rude...", Makoto pouted, but her pout was quickly followed by a fit of laughter.
"Sure, sure, if the three of you want me to accompany you, I'll do so. I might be green as puke, but I can handle myself, I think"
She reached behind and from her back, one of her muskets appeared. As quick as she could, she pulled out the bayonet, mounted it on the barrel, then she installed a scope on top of the 19th century rifled musket. It sure looked different, but the menacing gleam in her eyes were telling everybody looking at her that she absolutely loved this weapon and that she meant business with it.
Finally, she attached leather straps to it and shouldered it.
"If you want to head out and teach me stuff, I'd be ready" A big smirk formed on her face as she got up and straightened her pleated skirt, then sat down again. "First, some tea, though"</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Rooftop Above Municipio XIII
"Well, not exactly, Seren. I've never used this card before which means I would be terrible at it," Annie explained, looking back down at the Guardian. "Card magic is odd sometimes. Sometimes a card is like a vessel that holds a spell until I need to use it. Like the Gravity Card lets me lift heavy things. But then some cards are more complicated, like the Hunter Card. That card isn't a spell as much as it is a persona that seems to have a life of its own and has gotten stronger the more I use it and understand it. I don't know. It's weird."
"Well, I guess there is no time like the present," Annie decided. "After all, we are here to practice our powers."
Stretching out paper and her pens, Annie begins copying some of the protective runes and symbols. When she's satisfied with them, she picks up the dead plant pot and adds the symbol to it. Then she returns to the other side of the rooftop and shrugs. The Hunter Card returns to her hand and the bow with it. "Here goes nothing."
The arrow shoots true and a flash of light meets it, stopping the arrow and protecting the pot. At least at first glance. In a second burst of light, the symbol acts unpredictably and explodes, taking the potted plant with it. "Crap," Annie says, looking at Seren for help.</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren had no idea what to do for help, so she gave a reassuring smile. "Well, we can always ask your family for help? Anyway, I think you should focus on your Hunter Card. I think it would be useful to the team. We can have you at ranged, Oxana to help out, me to defend and Lindsey to fight close."
She gave a small grin. "Besides, if you start learning how to use your Guardian Card, I'll be useless won't I?" she half-joked.
Seren pulled out two shields and held them in each arm.
"Why don't we test out your Hunter card more?"</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Municipio XIII
Annie is happy for the invitation and lifts the bow. She pulls back the string and one arrow becomes three. "Get ready, I've got more than just one trick up my sleeve." And let's all three fly.</s>
<|message|>Silviana "Silvia" Amello
The debate on the television was just about to heat up when Maria had finished cooking. The debate was important, but so was keeping her strength, especially since it was Maria's cooking. That was sure to give her enough energy to get through the day! Silviana without energy would be horrible, it would be like Tsukimon being all friendly and touching others. That would be one backwards world.
Silvia left her little corner of the room to grab a sandwich, but noticed two things that were . . . different. Very, very different.
The first thing was the person within their building. Given what she had heard from their conversation, she was a greenhorn, so someone who was easily be molded into what they wanted. This was extremely promising, though it would take some time to shape the new girl into what they needed out of her, but it would be worth it.
Oh well, it would be rude if Silviana didn't introduce herself, and address the idea of her tagging along with Lia and her.
" Did I overhear someone mentioning my name? Something about me helping out the new blood over here? Now, I might be needed to make sure neither of them end up dead, but Lia might want some alone time with the girl? I don't mind sitting back and relaxing at home if they don't want me to intrude on their alone time~! "
Silvia was having a bit too much fun with this, but she was pretty bored beforehand, so could you really blame her?
" Oh, pardon me, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Silviana Amello, but you can call me Silvia if you prefer! I like sweet food and cute things! I hope we can become good friends, and maybe make this group a bit more organized! "
It was good to make new friends, and she would have to have some kind of decent relationship if she was going to be working with this girl. It was better to establish this relationship now and only have it grow while she gets trained.
However, this new girl wasn't the most shocking here.
No, that belonged to Tsukimon having her arm around Lia. That was just. . . wrong in so many ways. It would be like a depressed Silvia, it just doesn't work.</s>
| <|message|>Catherine Krause
Catherine - Firtu Cardinali Incaarnano Cafe Zepelli.
"Random selection is fine with me." Catherine said before her expression changed into a more serious one. "Of course, we're going to have to find a way to ensure that the selection is fair - with what we can do, I wouldn't put it past any of you to try and tilt the odds in your favour."
Of course, being a magical girl meant that you, naturally, could use magic. Who knew what kind of tricks they could try to pull in order to ensure they got their favourite genre? Surely, the stakes of a contest of magical skill between magical girls were high.</s> |
<|description|>James/Jasmine Bondler
Screen Name: 007
Age: 14
Nationality: England
Personality: According to him, James is a hard boiled yet smooth operator. Able to keep calm under any sort of situation, with nerves of ice, just like his father...this would be a lie. While he does indeed try to act that way, his emotions sometimes get the best of him, much to his dismay. He feels that it makes him incapable of being like his father. While his father could suppress his concern for others and himself to put the mission first, James can't. He cares deeply about everyone, and is far too compassionate for a secret agent in his eyes
Biography: James' father was one of the most skilled members of Britain's Secret Intelligence Service, or MI6. While his missions were all highly classified, one thing that wasn't was that his father, Shawn Connery Bondler, was the best in the business...until he was killed. James' mother (and by extentsion, him as well) never learned how he died, only that it happened on the day that James was born. Because of this, James grew up without a father figure in his life. In fact, all he had left of his father were some pictures, and four keepsakes that he was told his father took everywhere with him
While he never knew exactly what his father did, he did know that it could be summed up as 'secret agent stuff', which he found really exciting. Growing up, young James was always obsessed with anything spy related, from books to comics to TV shows, he loved it all. It was because of this that James knew from a young age that he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps. However, he always doubted his ability to do so. While the characters in his favorite fictional stories were always cool and collected, unfazed by anything, James wasn't the same
Having lost her husband to such a line of work, James' mother didn't want the same to happen to her only child, so one day she decided to send him to school in Italy when he was 11, hopping that getting him out of an environment with so much super spy fiction would end that dream...it didn't. Because Her husband died in service to the crown, James' mother received a pretty decent sized check every month to pay for things. As such, she was able to afford to send James to a school in Italy. She chose Italy because she had a sister with a house there who was rarely at home because of her job.
During the beginning of summer break when he was just 13, he was a was caught up in an attack by a strange monster. A hit to the head by some debris knocked him out, so he doesn't know what happened during the attack. However when he woke up, he found something unbelievable had happened to him; he had become a girl. A nearby Magical Girl told him (now a her) that she had brought her back from the brink of death by making her a Magical Girl as well. While she believed that her father would have been able to remain calm in such a situation, James (or Jasmine, as she decided to call her female form) was not, and understandable freaked out. After calming down, the older Magical Girl taught her the basics of Magical Girl stuff, even discovering that her four keepsakes had become magical items. With help from her, she was able to learn how to use all of them over the course of summer break. When August came however, the Magical Girl left, saying that she had to return home
With The Cufflinks, James was able to hid his secret from the world. Using them to maintain his male form in public. However because of his lack of experience, he couldn't keep it up indefinitely. When the older Magical Girl left, James did his best to stay away from that world, just wanting to be a normal boy. As such, the only Keepsake that saw regular use was The Cufflinks. However, it soon grew to be too much for Jasmine, ans she joined a team of Magical Girls to try and find a way to return to normal. Although because of the shame she felt from being stuck in a girl body, she kept the fact that she was really male a secret from her teammates
Experience Level: First Act
Skills:
Marksman; Very good aim with a pistol. Some of his father's old friends sometimes took him down to a shooting range to practice
Acrobatic; He worked out to be able to preform the same insane stunts that secret agents on TV could. Granted he only got to that level with magic, but even without it he's still pretty nimble.
Stealthy; Also something that he felt he would need as a secret agent.
Can bullshit like a master; This one seems to be more of a natural gift of his. James was always good at coming up with stories on the fly, and got good enough at acting to back them up
Magical Power: Upon becoming a magical girl, James' Four Keepsakes from his dead father became magical items. When using their magical power, they turn gold
The Pen can draw holes in thin surfaces (ie walls) in Golden Mode. If they are big enough, then people can pass through them. Any holes made with The Pen disappear once the cap is put back on.
When in Golden Mode, The Lighter's flame becomes hypnotic. It can be used to put non-magical people in a trance. From there, he can either erase a reacent memory, or have them obey a simple command. The trance caused by The Lighter wares off after a few hours, however any memories erased stay that way
The Case is a pocket dimension, capable of storing anything that can fit inside of it's opening. However, it loses it's connection to it's pocket dimension when not in Golden Mode
The Cufflinks allow James to shape-shift when in Golden Mode, although with his current skill level, it's limited. Because he was born a male and spent so many years as one, using The Cufflinks to maintain his original form is much easier then any other. They also change their appearance to fit whatever form James takes, however they retain their gold color
The Gun is the combined form of James' Four Keepsakes. Because it can only be formed when the others are in their Golden Mode, it is always gold. Also, because it requires all Four Keepsakes to make, James is unable to use the individual powers of the Keepsakes when using The Gun. As for it's powers; The Gun fires completely silent magical bullets, and due to it's magical nature, does't need to be reloaded. It is James' sole offensive power
Because I can</s>
<|message|>Catherine Krause
It was another calm afternoon in the nice, historical, modern and classy city of Rome. People milled around their business, classes were over for the day and the common people on the street remained in blissful ignorance of the dangers that existed right around them, a danger fought in a secret war waged by magical girls.
One such girl, Catherine, sat in a cafe in the "territory" claimed by her group. It was a nice little cafe, known as Zepelli's, and the girl was simply waiting, listening to music with a cup of coffee in her hands as she waited for the other girls of her group; fellow magical girls who had formed a group for companionship and teamwork.</s>
<|message|>Tsukimon Arata
Municipal District II - San Lorenzo Base
The hunt was dull.
After five years of the same thing, wandering from city to city, nation to nation, exterminating the Errors, Tsukimon Arata had finally come to this conclusion. Initially it had been difficult, as it was with any activity one was new at, but after the first year the risky edge had begun to fade more and more with each passing day. Of all the Errors she had fought, only one stuck out in her mind, the one which she had failed to kill - and the one which had not killed her.
Foolishness.
Tsukimon closed her eyes, sitting with the left leg out and the other knee raised, resting her right arm across the knee and her back to a wall. The vacant warehouse Silva and herself had claimed in San Lorenzo was like the many others in this area - big, spacious and formerly used by art students from the near by University. They went unchecked by any local authority for the most part, and it had become a sort of tradition for students to turn these places into their 'studios' of work. It was a decent enough cover, even if she was the only one who could possibly pass for a university student...just. To help pass this off, Tsukimon had spent the better part of a week brushing up on her caligraphy and artistic skills to leave around the place on giant canvases in classic student style. If it were up to her though, the place would be spartan besides maybe a few beds and a kitchen area to work with. Heating and electricity were not a problem either. Mob money did wonders, and her grandfather was nice enough to treat her like a princess still.
All in all, it was starting to look pretty homey, and that was not something Tsukimon was all too eager about. She was what errornet dubbed a 'Wandering Magical Girl', and she acknowledged this. At this rate however, she might just start becoming attached to the warehouse and her team. How frustrating. She had been making an effort to be a leader for this 'team' of theirs while at the same time remaining distant - but that was not going well. She lead, yes, but trying to remain professional and formal with the others was difficult. Marie and her cooking was mostly to blame.
Damn Marie and her absurdly good cooking.
A sigh escaped Tsukimon's lips, moving her mind away from such thoughts and onto nothingness, taking this peaceful moment to meditate...or sleep, depending on who you asked.</s>
| <|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
One thing that Jasmine had gotten really good at was maintain her 'James' form for longer and longer periods of time. Since she still had to attend school as a guy, she had to learn how to get through the school day without running out of magic. In the beginning, it was struggle; she had to take frequent bathroom breaks and spent her entire lunch period somewhere out of sight to recover what little magical power she could. She also had countless close calls, where she was slowly changing back in front of other people. Despite now having superpowers, her life was a nightmare.
Granted things did start to get better; it became easier to maintain her male form, and she also found a therapeutic way to let off steam, destroying Errors. She also found a support group of sorts in the form of a Magical Girl team, something that felt really strange to Jasmine. Despite now having a female body, her mind was still very much male, and she was also approaching 'that' part of her life. Although she didn't really have any romantic feelings for any of them right now, it served as a bitter reminder that she'd never find a romantic partner. While she was still too young to be obsessing over something like that, she was still old enough that the thought that it was no longer possible for her was depressing. Being trapped in a girl's body was horrible for Jasmine, so much so that she hid her original gender from her teammates out of shame.
'It's sad really; mom sent me here in hopes of killing my dream to save me, and I end up in more danger then my dad was in at his job' Jasmine thought bitterly as she walked to the team's hideout; an apartment that Jessica had bought for them. It was insane really; the thought of a girl being from a family so rich that they could just give their daughter the money to buy an apartment. Reaching the door, she pulled out her key and unlocked the door "hey! Anyone here yet?" she asked as she entered</s> |
<|description|>James/Jasmine Bondler
Screen Name: 007
Age: 14
Nationality: England
Personality: According to him, James is a hard boiled yet smooth operator. Able to keep calm under any sort of situation, with nerves of ice, just like his father...this would be a lie. While he does indeed try to act that way, his emotions sometimes get the best of him, much to his dismay. He feels that it makes him incapable of being like his father. While his father could suppress his concern for others and himself to put the mission first, James can't. He cares deeply about everyone, and is far too compassionate for a secret agent in his eyes
Biography: James' father was one of the most skilled members of Britain's Secret Intelligence Service, or MI6. While his missions were all highly classified, one thing that wasn't was that his father, Shawn Connery Bondler, was the best in the business...until he was killed. James' mother (and by extentsion, him as well) never learned how he died, only that it happened on the day that James was born. Because of this, James grew up without a father figure in his life. In fact, all he had left of his father were some pictures, and four keepsakes that he was told his father took everywhere with him
While he never knew exactly what his father did, he did know that it could be summed up as 'secret agent stuff', which he found really exciting. Growing up, young James was always obsessed with anything spy related, from books to comics to TV shows, he loved it all. It was because of this that James knew from a young age that he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps. However, he always doubted his ability to do so. While the characters in his favorite fictional stories were always cool and collected, unfazed by anything, James wasn't the same
Having lost her husband to such a line of work, James' mother didn't want the same to happen to her only child, so one day she decided to send him to school in Italy when he was 11, hopping that getting him out of an environment with so much super spy fiction would end that dream...it didn't. Because Her husband died in service to the crown, James' mother received a pretty decent sized check every month to pay for things. As such, she was able to afford to send James to a school in Italy. She chose Italy because she had a sister with a house there who was rarely at home because of her job.
During the beginning of summer break when he was just 13, he was a was caught up in an attack by a strange monster. A hit to the head by some debris knocked him out, so he doesn't know what happened during the attack. However when he woke up, he found something unbelievable had happened to him; he had become a girl. A nearby Magical Girl told him (now a her) that she had brought her back from the brink of death by making her a Magical Girl as well. While she believed that her father would have been able to remain calm in such a situation, James (or Jasmine, as she decided to call her female form) was not, and understandable freaked out. After calming down, the older Magical Girl taught her the basics of Magical Girl stuff, even discovering that her four keepsakes had become magical items. With help from her, she was able to learn how to use all of them over the course of summer break. When August came however, the Magical Girl left, saying that she had to return home
With The Cufflinks, James was able to hid his secret from the world. Using them to maintain his male form in public. However because of his lack of experience, he couldn't keep it up indefinitely. When the older Magical Girl left, James did his best to stay away from that world, just wanting to be a normal boy. As such, the only Keepsake that saw regular use was The Cufflinks. However, it soon grew to be too much for Jasmine, ans she joined a team of Magical Girls to try and find a way to return to normal. Although because of the shame she felt from being stuck in a girl body, she kept the fact that she was really male a secret from her teammates
Experience Level: First Act
Skills:
Marksman; Very good aim with a pistol. Some of his father's old friends sometimes took him down to a shooting range to practice
Acrobatic; He worked out to be able to preform the same insane stunts that secret agents on TV could. Granted he only got to that level with magic, but even without it he's still pretty nimble.
Stealthy; Also something that he felt he would need as a secret agent.
Can bullshit like a master; This one seems to be more of a natural gift of his. James was always good at coming up with stories on the fly, and got good enough at acting to back them up
Magical Power: Upon becoming a magical girl, James' Four Keepsakes from his dead father became magical items. When using their magical power, they turn gold
The Pen can draw holes in thin surfaces (ie walls) in Golden Mode. If they are big enough, then people can pass through them. Any holes made with The Pen disappear once the cap is put back on.
When in Golden Mode, The Lighter's flame becomes hypnotic. It can be used to put non-magical people in a trance. From there, he can either erase a reacent memory, or have them obey a simple command. The trance caused by The Lighter wares off after a few hours, however any memories erased stay that way
The Case is a pocket dimension, capable of storing anything that can fit inside of it's opening. However, it loses it's connection to it's pocket dimension when not in Golden Mode
The Cufflinks allow James to shape-shift when in Golden Mode, although with his current skill level, it's limited. Because he was born a male and spent so many years as one, using The Cufflinks to maintain his original form is much easier then any other. They also change their appearance to fit whatever form James takes, however they retain their gold color
The Gun is the combined form of James' Four Keepsakes. Because it can only be formed when the others are in their Golden Mode, it is always gold. Also, because it requires all Four Keepsakes to make, James is unable to use the individual powers of the Keepsakes when using The Gun. As for it's powers; The Gun fires completely silent magical bullets, and due to it's magical nature, does't need to be reloaded. It is James' sole offensive power
Because I can</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
"How was school today girls?"
It was such an innocent question, and yet it hut Jasmine so much. Being reminded of the curse that afflicted his body was painful, no matter how long it had been since her transformation. "Eh, it was school. What can I say?" was her reply. "I'm just glad it's over" that was a lie; right now, school was the only place where she could pretend that she was still male, that she hadn't been changed. Rather ironic since she used to really hate school "what about you?" she asked back, hoping to move the conversation to somewhere less depressing for her</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
At both Jasmine and Jessica's question about how her school day went, Sam heaved a deep sigh and turned another page of her book. "I thought I told you two I don't go to school anymore," she muttered. "Frankly, I'm surprised you two even bother still attending. We're magical girls, we're supposed to protect people from the Errors. We don't have time for mathematics or science." Her tone may have come off as a little sterner than she had meant it to, but she just couldn't see the point of them trying to live normal lives when... well, they weren't normal anymore.
"I spent my day working more on using my staff for combat," Sam continued. "I also tried again to see if I could do magic yet, like you guys could." For the first time in this conversation, Sam's normally flat expression was replaced with a slight grimace. "But no luck." She sighed again and turned another page. It irritated her to no end that she was a Greenhorn, while her two other teammates were a Magical Girl and a Veteran, that they had powers and could use magic - real magic - and she was stuck to only using her staff to whack the enemy over the head now and then. She hoped this would change soon. She wanted to see what kind of powers she had. She hoped they were like Jessica's powers, which allowed her to manipulate plants. Elemental powers were really cool.
Of course, Jasmine's powers were cool too. Not just cool, but unique, how she had a different power based on a different item. Considering a magical girl's powers only got stronger as they advanced in level, Sam was curious to see how Jasmine's powers would develop. Still, Sam would liked to have had some kind of elemental power. Something strong, something powerful. And she hoped it would surface soon: as the days went on and she still couldn't use magic, she started to get more and more frustrated with herself.</s>
<|message|>Makoto Takai
A little bit perplexed by the other Japanese girl's appearance Makoto swirled her pistol around her finger and slipped it back into its holster hidden under her skirt. Quickly she also let down the rest of her guard and transformed back, back to her casual clothing. She raised both eyebrows at the Japanese girl's... let's say, unusual casual attire, but didn't say anything and just followed her.
Quietly Makoto sat down where she got told to sit and stared at all of the assembled girls with her usual frown on her face. Oftentimes she had tried to get rid of this frown because it made her delinquent personality obvious to the eye, but she never really managed to do so.
"I got sent here to, sort of, train my skills... I'm a very big rookie and my powers are merely a few weeks old", she explained before adding, "My name is Makoto Takai, by the way, head of the Takai-clan"
A few seconds later, she just had to add: "You're way too trusting, aren't you?"</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Above Municipal XIII
Annie thought about the request for a moment and then shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, that's what we are here for, right?" She smiled. "Shall we go to the roof?"
Leading the way out the apartment and up the access stairs, the girls find themselves in the open air above Rome on an under utilized rooftop. The late afternoon sun had burnt up the forgotten plants that had been abandoned shortly after they had blomed in spring. Annie set up one of them at the far corner of the rooftop and then instructed, "You protect it while I try to shoot it. Simple enough, yeah?"</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren
.......Error Wrecking Crew / Municipal XIII.......
Seren looked around the area and nodded. That seemed easy enough . . .
"Okay, let's begin," she said, readying her mind to summon her shields. In a flash, her outfit switched from her civilian clothing to her MG one, and she took up a defensive position in front of the plants.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Roof of Apartments in Municipal XIII
The Hunter card slipped into Annie's hand. It was familiar, there, and she could feel the power like a familiar blanket ready to be put on. The card's image was a woman with a bow and a wolf, side by side, poised to attack. The card glows and Annie's eyes do the same, then there is a rush of magic and light that transforms her, giving her the calm and look of The Hunter. There is a bow in her hand and she draws it back with an arrow.
"Ready yourself," Annie calls, her voice more certain and precise than before. The bow levels and she aims at the pot. Then, she lets loose her bolt which will fly true to the target unless interrupted by Seren.</s>
<|message|>Adalina Corvi
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano - Cafe Zepelli
"Interesting choice there, Cali. Personally, I wouldn't have gone for the one who is most likely going to cause a fractured skull if she doesn't agree with the kiss. Which also would remind her of her Chinese cartoons, I bet. Oh and just think of all the boys who have a crush on you, they would be devastated to find out that you're swinging that way."
Adalina, who was halfway through the cake by now already, took this moment to connect a dramatic pause with a delicious mouthful of coffee.
"Not everyone can be as energetic as you, but I see your point. However, it's not like Ms. Lorenzi is doing anything to help getting the situation going either....adults are so stupid sometimes. Well, with a bit of luck we're all going to be part of the 90% death quota in our last year of service and never have to become like that hahaha! Anyways, we're starting this evening so bring clothes and anything you think I don't have. No booze, no boys, no trying to fabricate evidence against grown men because they 'sexually harassed you'. Also, don't forget your swimsuits."</s>
<|message|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo
"F-for the one thing, that was a demonstration. And she was closest to me. I d-don't in the slightest see what your implying. Secondly, I feel you don't understand how parties go if you're not even opening the tiniest bit of wine," Caligetta said jokingly, attempting to deflect conversation away from the previous events.
She sipped her coffee, reassuring herself that there was nothing weak about drinking super sweet coffee with milk.
"Who's picking up the bill for this anyways? I might get a bite of cake and want to pay back my debts."</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren nodded then squeaked in surprise as she saw the bolt flying. Instantly, she conjured a shield right in front of the bolts. They were small and weak, so they shattered on impact, but they did stop the bolts.
Seren frowned. "If it's this much I'm sure I can stop it. The problem is something else . . ."</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
Jessica was about to respond to Jasmine when she heard Sam's comments on the subject of school. She sat down the bag she had been carrying and walked over to where Sam was sitting and took a seat across from the girl. Looking at Sam, Jessica replied, "There's more to life than fighting monsters and magic. Girls should go to school, even if they have magic and obligations to protect others. Its your obligation to yourself to have an education." Jessica stood up, but before turning to walk over and retrieve the bag, said, "After all, knowledge is power." She smiled at Sam, turned away, and moved back across the room to retrieve the bag.</s>
| <|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
Jasmine was shocked at Sam's response "are...are you saying that you don't still go to school? How are you getting away with it? If I stopped going to school, my mom would find out and give me hell. Sure I can understand not liking school; It's kind of like taxes, a necessary evil. Because if you don't go to school, then how are you supposed to support yourself? I'll admit I didn't check, but I don't think you can make money fighting Errors." It was a little concerning that Sam was (seemingly) a school dropout, but Jasmine also found it baffling how she seemed to be able to get away with it</s> |
<|description|>Adalina Corvi
Age: 14
Appearance: Up there
Nationality: Italy (Sicily)
Personality: Adalina is very sharp and has strong, albeit quite peculiar sense of justice. She is very serious about fighting Errors in order to set things right and won't tolerate any slip-ups from her fellow underlings. Her strictness with other magical girls stems mostly from idea that there only have to be so many magical girls, as long as they are perfectly trained and don't die, so that recruiting new ones as cannon fodder won't be necessary anymore. The less people there are in harms way, the better.
Biography:
Adalina was born as the daughter of a successful lawyer and his wife on the beautiful island of Sicily. Thanks to her father's work her family never had any money problems, they traveled whenever she had holidays, they had a big house with a swimming pool and even their own little yacht. In her childish naivete, she always thought that these happy times would continue for ever and ever. But of course, that wasn't the case.
In a dark summer night, it already had been several months after her tenth birthday, her father woke her up and told her to quickly get dressed because they had to go on vacation right now. Adalina never had questioned things much before, so she did as she was told, got into the passenger seat of their Alfa Romeo and fell asleep again moments after. When she awoke again they were already passing through Naples and she realized that something was missing, or more precisely, someone.
However, no matter how often she asked her father where her mother was, the answer was always the same: "I'll explain everything once we're there, so just be a good girl until then."
'There' in this case was a villa on the outskirts of Rome which, even though it wasn't as big or luxurious as their home, was quite nice to look at and most important of all, had a small pool too.
After they had unloaded their luggage, which seemed awfully little for a vacation, and brought it inside, her father sat down with Adalina in her, as she would find out moments later, new bedroom in order to answer her questions. That day she learned a lot about her family, which she never even would've dreamed of. Apparently, her father had been working for the mafia for years and not only part time, while her mother was supposedly an undercover cop, who quite literally got under his covers with unexpected results.
End of the story was that she quit her job and became a full time mother, however a major figure of the Sicily underworld had gotten wind of it recently and had sent someone to get rid of her and the rest of the family. Her father had managed to fend of the killer however not before he had managed to critically injure her mother, so the only possible way to save her was to call an ambulance for her, which of course would also invite the police, once the medics discovered the gun wounds and corpse.
Long story short, they were in Rome now because they had to hide from the police and the mafia, while her mother was fighting for her life and probably would never see them again, even if she survived, because she would have to join a witness protection program to be completely safe.
Adalina took it better than expected, as she started to cry like mad, ran out of the house and as far as she could away from the creature that called himself her father. She only stopped when it started to rain and she had to huddle under a tree in a park, so that she wouldn't get completely soaked. It was also there that she had her first contact with a being known as Error, when it tried to eat her. The big mouth and rows of teeth looked like an endless void that came closer and closer and would have surely swallowed her whole, if not for some girl in a frilly dress, who saved her at the last second and gave her the gift of being a magical girl.
From that moment on she swore to herself that she would bring justice to those who thought they could get away with lying, killing, cheating and stealing. Not a double-faced justice like that of her father, who worked for good and bad alike, no true justice, her justice.
Experience Level: Veteran
Skills:
Law knowledge: Since her father is a lawyer, she knows more than your average young girl about the things you're not allowed to do and what kind of punishment you'll have to face, if you do it anyway.
Leadership: Adalina is convinced that she was born to be a leader and that she always gives the right orders at the right moment, in order to achieve perfect results.
Punishment: Punishing others in the perfect way, so that they grow through the experience without taking (too much) damage.
Personal Trainer: Going hand in hand with the above, she is also a competent, though demanding, training instructor, when it comes to magical girl or school related stuff.
Yo-yo: Adalina mastered the ancient art of the Yo-yo and can even perform tricks with it.
Magical Power: Adalina's Magical Power revolves around the concept of ultimate justice, with herself as the judge. Naturally, this also means that it is slightly biased, since it will never work against her, as of course she is the pinnacle of true justice.
Records of Guilt (First Act):
A book which let's her look into the past of any being on earth, allowing her to find out about the misdeeds they have done. Be it the stealing of cookies, putting a tack on the teachers chair or the killing of Magical Girls, nothing will be hidden from her, as long as they feel guilty about it and she knows their name.
Wheel of Justice (First Act):
Adalina's weapon of choice, a big wheel attached to a chain, which she normally carries around on her back. The damage it does increases exponentially to the amount of guilt someone or something has burdened themselves with in Adalina's eyes.
Chains of Hell (Second Act):
Much like her wheel, these chains get stronger, the more guilt someone possesses in her eyes. They appear from various magic circles around her target and are infinitely long. While they wrap around the enemy, they continuously twist and tighten, in order to rid them of any kind of mobility or way to free themselves. If they have done truly horrible stuff, then the chain can even manage to tear of appendages.</s>
<|message|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo
"F-for the one thing, that was a demonstration. And she was closest to me. I d-don't in the slightest see what your implying. Secondly, I feel you don't understand how parties go if you're not even opening the tiniest bit of wine," Caligetta said jokingly, attempting to deflect conversation away from the previous events.
She sipped her coffee, reassuring herself that there was nothing weak about drinking super sweet coffee with milk.
"Who's picking up the bill for this anyways? I might get a bite of cake and want to pay back my debts."</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren nodded then squeaked in surprise as she saw the bolt flying. Instantly, she conjured a shield right in front of the bolts. They were small and weak, so they shattered on impact, but they did stop the bolts.
Seren frowned. "If it's this much I'm sure I can stop it. The problem is something else . . ."</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
Jessica was about to respond to Jasmine when she heard Sam's comments on the subject of school. She sat down the bag she had been carrying and walked over to where Sam was sitting and took a seat across from the girl. Looking at Sam, Jessica replied, "There's more to life than fighting monsters and magic. Girls should go to school, even if they have magic and obligations to protect others. Its your obligation to yourself to have an education." Jessica stood up, but before turning to walk over and retrieve the bag, said, "After all, knowledge is power." She smiled at Sam, turned away, and moved back across the room to retrieve the bag.</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
Jasmine was shocked at Sam's response "are...are you saying that you don't still go to school? How are you getting away with it? If I stopped going to school, my mom would find out and give me hell. Sure I can understand not liking school; It's kind of like taxes, a necessary evil. Because if you don't go to school, then how are you supposed to support yourself? I'll admit I didn't check, but I don't think you can make money fighting Errors." It was a little concerning that Sam was (seemingly) a school dropout, but Jasmine also found it baffling how she seemed to be able to get away with it</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
Sam glanced up, if only for a second, when Jessica sat down opposite to her. She admired how calm Jessia was as she spoke. If Sam had spoken like she had to either of her parents, they would have gotten upset, but Jessica took it all in her stride. Never raising her voice, never showing shock, just calmly voicing her opinions.
The same could not be said of Sam's other teammate.
"Are...are you saying that you don't still go to school? How are you getting away with it?" Jasmine's cries of shock were almost amusing to Sam.
She turned her attention back to her book and turned another page. "My parents don't even know I'm here, let alone that I'm not going to school anymore," Sam said. "The minute I heard that Rome was brimming with magical girl and Error activity, as well as making contact with you guys veer ErrorNet and the necessary arrangements with Jessica as to where I would be living, I came straight here." She glanced up at Jasmine with a raised eyebrow. "I'm surprised you never noticed."</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Roof of Apartments in Municipal XIII
"Yeah, it broke after one attack. I'm sure once you get good at it, though, you'll be able to withstand a lot more. Let's try multiple attacks this time. Can you make more than one shield?"
Annie drew back the bow again. This time she shot three arrows, one after the other, moving two and then three steps to the side for different angles. Again the shields broke, but stopped her attacks. The dead plant was still unharmed.
"Nice, but we gotta work on maintaining them. What is the source of your magic?"</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren shook her head. "A-actually, I can make them strong enough to stop your attacks," said Seren, trying to stop any misunderstandings, "but then the number I can summon goes down."
She shuffled he feet as she thought of what to say next. "And another problem is I can't make them float or anything. I can just summon them somewhere in front of the target right before they get hit. If I don't get the timing right, the shields fall down and whatever's behind it gets hit."
That was the main reason she had come. As it was, her shields were near useless in protecting anyone but her.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Roof of Apartments in Municipal XIII
Annie puzzled for ideas before remembering something. "So, my magic is drawn, literally, from this book. I still don't know where you get yours. Some of the other girls have a weapon or pendant. Do you have anything like that?"
Annie produced the old pages and bindings that contained the secrets to her magic and flipped to a page labelled "The Guardian". On it where several runes, some text and descriptions, and then the card itself, depicting an armored bear standing over a small child. It roared in defiance against a litter of arrows and wounds.
"The Guardian is a protection spell, but also an Embodiment Card, like The Hunter," Annie explained. "It is defined by courage, honor, and inner strength." She looked up from the text and continued to smile. "Sounds exactly like what we are looking for. Maybe there is something in this that will help you too."</s>
<|message|>Hua Tsing
Hua Tsing-Virtù Cardinali Incarnano
Cafe Zepelli
"Ahhhh?"
Confused and more than a little bit flustered, Hua decided to just take her seat and pretend that this happened. There was no need to acknowledge the kiss, as that'd just make this more awkward. -If she did acknowledge it, her friend may or may not have been going to the hospital for a very long time. Now partially recovered, she tried to break the awkward air by getting involved in the current conversation.
"U-h, I can pick it up. Just, don't be to extravagant, alright? Alright." Hua took another sip from her tea, deciding to leave that in the air. Maybe cake would make them forget. Yes, everyone who was anyone enjoyed cake, so that would work. Putting her mind to more serious matters, Hua begin thinking about Rome. It was certainly a place different than her homeland of China, but it seemed to have nice people and nicer scenery. However, the Error activity was far more active in Rome than it had been in Taiwan.</s>
<|message|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo
Caligetta Cavallerizzo (Virtù Cardinali Incarnano)
Cafe Zepelli
Caligetta waved the waitress over and asked for a slice of chocolate cake. Nothing as elaborate as Adalina was eating though. She had to draw the line somewhere before her meal became far too frou-frou and stopped embodying everything she personally held dear, at least she claimed. Of course, it didn't help that things were already awkward and that she was not in the mood to push her luck at this point.
"Are we planning to get any work done at all overnight? We could definitely do some 'assignments,' but if you're looking for fun and relaxation I'd understand. It might be just as well. I can barely sit down with all the riding I've been doing lately," Caligetta asked conversationally.</s>
| <|message|>Adalina Corvi
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano
Cafe Zepelli
"I'm sure we can afford one night of relaxation without Rome getting completely destroyed, after all we're far from being the only girls fighting for her safety, though we're probably the best. Hey, you always have to see the positive side of things, right Cali? If you're sore now, that at least means you won't try to ride Hua later on and get the bedsheets all messy."
Finishing the last pieces of her cake, Adalina turned her attention to the cup of coffee in front of her and took a big gulp of the warming liquid. It was true that there were more than enough Magical Girls out there, but if their mighty overlords called, they would have to follow. In order to administer justice, one had to make small sacrifices now and then, but she wondered if the faceless creatures behind the Error.net had to do the same, or if they could live their lives normally.
"Let's proceed with the planning for this evening. What kind of movie should we watch: Horror, love, drama or action?"</s> |
<|description|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder
Screen name: TarotIX
Age: 15
Appearance: See picture above for her wearing her magical girl costume.
Nationality: England
Personality: A girl of few words, Sam keeps herself to herself and has often been described by others as 'sullen'. She is mistrusting of all adults, except for her own parents, while at the same time looking down on all those her own age as being too immature. Thanks to this outlook, she has ended up driving away all potential friendships and has found herself alone, all the while wondering why nobody wants to talk to her. She keeps telling herself she's happier by herself, but in truth she is not only very lonely, but depressed with her loneliness. In order to distract herself from her solitude, she tends to spend a lot of her time (especially in class) daydreaming and fantasising. She has a lot of interest in fantasy and magic, and would often imagine herself as going on adventures and using magic to fight terrible monsters, that she was a hero in one of her favourite book series. This is perhaps why, since becoming a magical girl, Sam's depression has subsided a little, as she now feels like a hero in some fantasy novel, and she feels like she finally has a purpose in her life. However, just like her daydreams, Sam's life as a magical girl is merely an escape from the real world, a real world that could be lurking just around the corner.
Biography: Sam has only been a magical girl for three months now. Before then, she had a relatively normal albeit very lonely life. She is incredibly close to her parents, especially her mother, both whom babied and spoiled their daughter. Mr and Mrs Linder were often concerned for their daughter during her early years as she seemed to have problems socialising with other children and teachers seemed to complain a lot about Sam not focussing in class, upon a meeting with a teacher, it was suggested that Sam might be autistic. Sam was referred to a child psychologist who eventually came to diagnose Sam as having Aspergers Syndrome. The child psychologist then informed Sam's current primary school of this and suggested they do their best to support Sam.
Unfortunately, the school didn't have a proper Learning Support program and not many teachers seemed to understand, and as the years went on, they started to get more and more frustrated with Sam, either because she had a tendency to phase out and daydream during class, or because she needed more help when trying to learn. The fact that Sam didn't have any real friends or that some boys tends to mock or make fun of her didn't help. In her final two years of primary school, Sam did make a friend named Lucy, a real friend who shared her interests in fantasy and art and she was a little happier, but her schoolwork was still pretty low.
When Sam made it to secondary school, things both got better and worse for her. They were better because her secondary school had a lot more knowledge on how to deal with Sam's Aspergers and were a lot more patient and helpful. But it was worse because Sam and Lucy ended up going to separate schools, and Sam found herself alone once more. Sam was able to make some friendly acquaintances who she could hang around with from time to time, but most of the time she spend by herself, still dreaming and imagining.
Sam kept in contact with Lucy, and the two still continued to see each other. Then, when she was thirteen, Lucy transferred to Sam's school, and Sam was overjoyed to be back with her friend. However, Lucy, previously just as shy as Sam, ended up getting a whole group of friends within weeks, and started preferring hanging around with the group rather than just Sam. Lucy, of course, invited Sam to spend time with the group, but Sam didn't like sharing her best friend and often became upset or irritable with her friend, and the two of them slowly grew further apart. The bond between them came to an end finally when Lucy not only cut herself off from Sam, but also her other friends when Lucy started becoming boy-crazy. When Lucy finally go a boyfriend, Sam, full of jealousy, gave up on Lucy and started avoiding her. She hoped that Lucy would notice this behaviour and try to make up with her...
... but she never did.
For ages, Sam became more and more irritable, becoming even more distant from the other students and her grades dropped dramatically. She kept on pretending to be ill a lot so as not to spend any time at school. Her mood became worse and worse. She spent all her time in her room, wasn't doing any work and some of the teachers were started to get annoyed with her attitude. Eventually, she stopped going to school altogether. Her parents didn't like it, but they weren't the best as forcing her to do things she didn't want to do, and suggested she retake the year again at the beginning of the next school year. Months past, and Sam became more and more distant, while her parents became a little bit more irritated with her as the days went by, though they tried not to show it.
When the beginning of the next school years was close by, her parents and Sam started arguing a lot. Her parents wanted her to go back to school, but Sam didn't want to. During one particularly bad argument, Sam actually ran out of the house and ran away. She stayed in a shopping district for about an hour until she had calmed down and, realising how horrible she had been to her parents, burst into tears.
In a moment of madness, Sam went to a nearby building and tried to throw herself off, telling herself that her parents and the world would be better off without her. However, she didn't succeed. She was saved by a magical girl, a girl who looked like a witch out of one of her fairy tale books. The girl's name was Annie, and she told Sam that she had to keep soldiering on despite of her sadness and loneliness and that "things would get better". Sam can't remember much after that, only that she woke up in her bed back home, her parents relieved to see her the next morning, though they didn't remember hearing her come in at night. Sam apologised to her parents, telling them she would go back to school.
It was soon after that, beginning her new school year, that Sam discovered her ability to transform into a magical girl, with a costume that looked like a fantasy sorceress. Overjoyed with this, Sam started using her new powers, which soon got the attention of Annie again, who started teaching Sam the duties of a magical girl. The two worked as partners for a while, and formed a friendship. However, as Sam slowly gets more understanding of her powers, she starting to think about striking out on her own.
Experience Level: Greenhorn
Skills:
- While not the most athletic, Sam has started taking fighting training since she became a magical girl, and has learned how to wield her staff like a bo staff, as this will be its only use until she learns proper magic.
- Good at taking orders. As someone who has no faith in her ability to make crucial decisions, especially in battle, she will easily rely on the commands of others, especially those who she sees as the most capable.
- Has an excellent memory for certain things if they interest her enough.
- Surprisingly good at empathising with people and understanding people's feelings, thoughts and personalities. This is because she's a listener, not a talker.
- Drawing and creating art.
Magical Power: As a Greenhorn magical girl, Sam has yet to learn any real magic and only has the basic magical girl abilities. (For future reference, Sam's powers will be light-based when she starts to discover them.)</s>
<|message|>Tsukimon Arata
Municipal District II - San Lorenzo Base
The hunt was dull.
After five years of the same thing, wandering from city to city, nation to nation, exterminating the Errors, Tsukimon Arata had finally come to this conclusion. Initially it had been difficult, as it was with any activity one was new at, but after the first year the risky edge had begun to fade more and more with each passing day. Of all the Errors she had fought, only one stuck out in her mind, the one which she had failed to kill - and the one which had not killed her.
Foolishness.
Tsukimon closed her eyes, sitting with the left leg out and the other knee raised, resting her right arm across the knee and her back to a wall. The vacant warehouse Silva and herself had claimed in San Lorenzo was like the many others in this area - big, spacious and formerly used by art students from the near by University. They went unchecked by any local authority for the most part, and it had become a sort of tradition for students to turn these places into their 'studios' of work. It was a decent enough cover, even if she was the only one who could possibly pass for a university student...just. To help pass this off, Tsukimon had spent the better part of a week brushing up on her caligraphy and artistic skills to leave around the place on giant canvases in classic student style. If it were up to her though, the place would be spartan besides maybe a few beds and a kitchen area to work with. Heating and electricity were not a problem either. Mob money did wonders, and her grandfather was nice enough to treat her like a princess still.
All in all, it was starting to look pretty homey, and that was not something Tsukimon was all too eager about. She was what errornet dubbed a 'Wandering Magical Girl', and she acknowledged this. At this rate however, she might just start becoming attached to the warehouse and her team. How frustrating. She had been making an effort to be a leader for this 'team' of theirs while at the same time remaining distant - but that was not going well. She lead, yes, but trying to remain professional and formal with the others was difficult. Marie and her cooking was mostly to blame.
Damn Marie and her absurdly good cooking.
A sigh escaped Tsukimon's lips, moving her mind away from such thoughts and onto nothingness, taking this peaceful moment to meditate...or sleep, depending on who you asked.</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
One thing that Jasmine had gotten really good at was maintain her 'James' form for longer and longer periods of time. Since she still had to attend school as a guy, she had to learn how to get through the school day without running out of magic. In the beginning, it was struggle; she had to take frequent bathroom breaks and spent her entire lunch period somewhere out of sight to recover what little magical power she could. She also had countless close calls, where she was slowly changing back in front of other people. Despite now having superpowers, her life was a nightmare.
Granted things did start to get better; it became easier to maintain her male form, and she also found a therapeutic way to let off steam, destroying Errors. She also found a support group of sorts in the form of a Magical Girl team, something that felt really strange to Jasmine. Despite now having a female body, her mind was still very much male, and she was also approaching 'that' part of her life. Although she didn't really have any romantic feelings for any of them right now, it served as a bitter reminder that she'd never find a romantic partner. While she was still too young to be obsessing over something like that, she was still old enough that the thought that it was no longer possible for her was depressing. Being trapped in a girl's body was horrible for Jasmine, so much so that she hid her original gender from her teammates out of shame.
'It's sad really; mom sent me here in hopes of killing my dream to save me, and I end up in more danger then my dad was in at his job' Jasmine thought bitterly as she walked to the team's hideout; an apartment that Jessica had bought for them. It was insane really; the thought of a girl being from a family so rich that they could just give their daughter the money to buy an apartment. Reaching the door, she pulled out her key and unlocked the door "hey! Anyone here yet?" she asked as she entered</s>
<|message|>Adalina Corvi
Adalina came walking into her favourite cafe in whole Rome with a slightly annoyed look on her face this afternoon. However, that changed rather quickly when she saw one of her comrades in arms and friends sitting at one of the tables, already enjoying the divine nectar of the gods, known as coffee. She waved at Catherine, walked over to the table and sat down across from her, letting a long sigh escape from her mouth as she leaned back and finally allowed herself to relax.
"Did your parents tell you the same things over and over again, as if you were baby, when you still were living back in Canada, Cath? I swear, either my father has temporal amnesia whenever he's going on a business trip, or he thinks I'm still and will forever be 5 years old. 'Don't let any people into the house you don't know. No parties. No boys. The wine cabinet is taboo. Remember to brush your teeth at least twice a day. Don't stay up too late. No playing around with your friends until you've done your homework. Oh and of course, no boys'. It's like a broken recording, which just repeats itself over and over again."
Seeing as her friend already had something to drink, Adalina waved the friendly woman in her early twenties known as Maria, who worked at the cafe, over to them to order something herself.
"Good afternoon, Maria! Could you get me a cup of coffee too, please? The smell of Cath's will just make me drool all over the table otherwise. Oh and Cath, do you think we should get some cake right away, too? The double chocolate colossus looks especially delicious~"</s>
| <|message|>Sam Linder
"Hey." Sam was the first to greet Jasmine as she entered the apartment, though she didn't bother looking up at the other girl's arrival either. She was sat in the living room, leaned back in one of the arm chairs, quite contently reading a book. It was The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman, one of several books she had brought from home when she had moved into Jessica's apartment. "How was your day?" she added absent-mindedly, less because she actually cared about Jasmine's time at school and more because she just wanted to seem polite.
Sam hadn't been to school for a couple of weeks now. What was the point, really? She had no real friends back in England, nor did she ever feel she'd ever be able to graduate, be able to go to college with decent grades and get a normal job. Or live a normal live, not that she wanted to. What was so great about being normal anyway? She'd been given this power thanks to Annie, and she was determined to make good use of it.
And, after all, it was Annie who had suggested she come to Rome.
"They've got more magical girls over there," Annie had once told her while the two had been sat at the computer. Annie, or QueenOfWands as she called herself online, had shown Sam the Errornet. It was like a support site for magical girls, teaching them about their powers, how they worked. It was pretty amazing, actually. Sam had gotten herself registered. As Annie had used the name of a Tarot Card for her screen name, Sam had done the same and registered under TarotIX.
Tarot IX, the ninth card the major Arcana: the Hermit.
"Why the Hermit?" Annie had asked, somewhat surprised. She had been sure Sam would choose something like the Magician, or maybe the Sun or Moon or Star cards.
"Well..." Sam had mumbled in a somewhat embarrassed fashion. "My magical girl form sort of looks like the Hermit, doesn't it?"
But in truth, the reason she had chosen the Hermit had nothing to do with looks.
Now, Sam sighed to herself as she turned the page of her book, pushing away depressing thoughts and hoping to lose herself once again in a world of magic and wonder.</s> |
<|description|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder
Screen name: TarotIX
Age: 15
Appearance: See picture above for her wearing her magical girl costume.
Nationality: England
Personality: A girl of few words, Sam keeps herself to herself and has often been described by others as 'sullen'. She is mistrusting of all adults, except for her own parents, while at the same time looking down on all those her own age as being too immature. Thanks to this outlook, she has ended up driving away all potential friendships and has found herself alone, all the while wondering why nobody wants to talk to her. She keeps telling herself she's happier by herself, but in truth she is not only very lonely, but depressed with her loneliness. In order to distract herself from her solitude, she tends to spend a lot of her time (especially in class) daydreaming and fantasising. She has a lot of interest in fantasy and magic, and would often imagine herself as going on adventures and using magic to fight terrible monsters, that she was a hero in one of her favourite book series. This is perhaps why, since becoming a magical girl, Sam's depression has subsided a little, as she now feels like a hero in some fantasy novel, and she feels like she finally has a purpose in her life. However, just like her daydreams, Sam's life as a magical girl is merely an escape from the real world, a real world that could be lurking just around the corner.
Biography: Sam has only been a magical girl for three months now. Before then, she had a relatively normal albeit very lonely life. She is incredibly close to her parents, especially her mother, both whom babied and spoiled their daughter. Mr and Mrs Linder were often concerned for their daughter during her early years as she seemed to have problems socialising with other children and teachers seemed to complain a lot about Sam not focussing in class, upon a meeting with a teacher, it was suggested that Sam might be autistic. Sam was referred to a child psychologist who eventually came to diagnose Sam as having Aspergers Syndrome. The child psychologist then informed Sam's current primary school of this and suggested they do their best to support Sam.
Unfortunately, the school didn't have a proper Learning Support program and not many teachers seemed to understand, and as the years went on, they started to get more and more frustrated with Sam, either because she had a tendency to phase out and daydream during class, or because she needed more help when trying to learn. The fact that Sam didn't have any real friends or that some boys tends to mock or make fun of her didn't help. In her final two years of primary school, Sam did make a friend named Lucy, a real friend who shared her interests in fantasy and art and she was a little happier, but her schoolwork was still pretty low.
When Sam made it to secondary school, things both got better and worse for her. They were better because her secondary school had a lot more knowledge on how to deal with Sam's Aspergers and were a lot more patient and helpful. But it was worse because Sam and Lucy ended up going to separate schools, and Sam found herself alone once more. Sam was able to make some friendly acquaintances who she could hang around with from time to time, but most of the time she spend by herself, still dreaming and imagining.
Sam kept in contact with Lucy, and the two still continued to see each other. Then, when she was thirteen, Lucy transferred to Sam's school, and Sam was overjoyed to be back with her friend. However, Lucy, previously just as shy as Sam, ended up getting a whole group of friends within weeks, and started preferring hanging around with the group rather than just Sam. Lucy, of course, invited Sam to spend time with the group, but Sam didn't like sharing her best friend and often became upset or irritable with her friend, and the two of them slowly grew further apart. The bond between them came to an end finally when Lucy not only cut herself off from Sam, but also her other friends when Lucy started becoming boy-crazy. When Lucy finally go a boyfriend, Sam, full of jealousy, gave up on Lucy and started avoiding her. She hoped that Lucy would notice this behaviour and try to make up with her...
... but she never did.
For ages, Sam became more and more irritable, becoming even more distant from the other students and her grades dropped dramatically. She kept on pretending to be ill a lot so as not to spend any time at school. Her mood became worse and worse. She spent all her time in her room, wasn't doing any work and some of the teachers were started to get annoyed with her attitude. Eventually, she stopped going to school altogether. Her parents didn't like it, but they weren't the best as forcing her to do things she didn't want to do, and suggested she retake the year again at the beginning of the next school year. Months past, and Sam became more and more distant, while her parents became a little bit more irritated with her as the days went by, though they tried not to show it.
When the beginning of the next school years was close by, her parents and Sam started arguing a lot. Her parents wanted her to go back to school, but Sam didn't want to. During one particularly bad argument, Sam actually ran out of the house and ran away. She stayed in a shopping district for about an hour until she had calmed down and, realising how horrible she had been to her parents, burst into tears.
In a moment of madness, Sam went to a nearby building and tried to throw herself off, telling herself that her parents and the world would be better off without her. However, she didn't succeed. She was saved by a magical girl, a girl who looked like a witch out of one of her fairy tale books. The girl's name was Annie, and she told Sam that she had to keep soldiering on despite of her sadness and loneliness and that "things would get better". Sam can't remember much after that, only that she woke up in her bed back home, her parents relieved to see her the next morning, though they didn't remember hearing her come in at night. Sam apologised to her parents, telling them she would go back to school.
It was soon after that, beginning her new school year, that Sam discovered her ability to transform into a magical girl, with a costume that looked like a fantasy sorceress. Overjoyed with this, Sam started using her new powers, which soon got the attention of Annie again, who started teaching Sam the duties of a magical girl. The two worked as partners for a while, and formed a friendship. However, as Sam slowly gets more understanding of her powers, she starting to think about striking out on her own.
Experience Level: Greenhorn
Skills:
- While not the most athletic, Sam has started taking fighting training since she became a magical girl, and has learned how to wield her staff like a bo staff, as this will be its only use until she learns proper magic.
- Good at taking orders. As someone who has no faith in her ability to make crucial decisions, especially in battle, she will easily rely on the commands of others, especially those who she sees as the most capable.
- Has an excellent memory for certain things if they interest her enough.
- Surprisingly good at empathising with people and understanding people's feelings, thoughts and personalities. This is because she's a listener, not a talker.
- Drawing and creating art.
Magical Power: As a Greenhorn magical girl, Sam has yet to learn any real magic and only has the basic magical girl abilities. (For future reference, Sam's powers will be light-based when she starts to discover them.)</s>
<|message|>Hua Tsing
"Is this the will of that lunar god...?"
The girl from Twaiwan China contemplated why they were arriving here at the same time. In the end it wasn't to far fetched, in the end they all enjoyed this little cafe. All of them arriving at once was a push, but at the same time school was over, so it seemed that they had compatible tastes. It seemed that their little group had good compatibility, and Hua was enjoying her time with them while she was in Rome. Still, this was a bit disconcerting. Shoving that aside, she walked in and promptly took a seat after greeting everyone there and apologizing for her interruption. It looked like everyone was present and accounted for, and they were just ordering coffee and snacks. As a regular here, Maria would probably know what she wanted and bring it to her in a few minutes. A situation involving an Error could potentially happen at any moment, so they had to be prepared. Having arrived just in time to hear the last few words of Corvi, she decided to interject her own opinion.
"I think it's cute when a boy is like that, as long as the attraction is mutual. Aha, it's just like the characters from one of my favorite Chinese cartoons~"
With her teas arrival, she took a sip and continued with her response.
"But there has to be a point when he does get on with it. Things have gotten mundane and slightly awkward if their relationship has been like this so long. Just do something, I don't care what, you know?"</s>
<|message|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo
"There are no real men in this goddamn town. None of them have ever really worked a day in their life, if you get my meaning," Caligetta intoned. She sipped her sweet coffee with some degree of pleasure.
"A real man wouldn't have waited this long to begin with, for one thing. He would have went up to her and- let me demonstrate here," Caligetta said, getting out of her seat, and grabbing Hua, dropping her into a forceful, pseudo-passionate kiss, before calmly disengaging and reseating the girl.
"Force! Bravado! None of this pussyfooting about with 'does she like me' and poetry! Real manliness!"
Caligetta only then realized she was making a scene and quietly sat down.</s>
<|message|>Tsukimon Arata
"You walk onto the another's property, armed, and proceed to ask questions? Not very polite... but cute, I suppose." Tsukimon answered Makoto, a certain level of chiding haughtiness carrying on her voice. The older girl more or less appeared from out of Makoto's peripherals, her presence sudden.
The entrance of the warehouse still needed work, being both incredibly dull and somewhat dusty. Tsukimon's own part of the structure was somewhere near the back from the entrance, isolated by walls akin to an office cubicles, if higher in order to ensure more privacy. More of these wall 'units' were stacked up in several groups to the side of Tsukimon's makeshift room in order to put up as the group see fit. The bathroom was perhaps one of the only places with proper walls surrounding it to box it off from the rest of the warehouse, and understandably so.
"You heard correctly, none the less. No need for this." She eye'd Makoto up and down, clearly referring to her weapon. "Do not just stand there, come an sit. We can talk more once we have some tea. Marie also made some food. We have a guest!" She called out to the rest of the warehouse.
Tsukimon wandered off to the kitchen area of the base, simple in appearance much like the ad hoc walls. The dining area appeared to be four office/school tables put together. Makoto appeared ready for a fight while Tsukimon looked anything but, turning her back to a complete stranger and unarmed. Raised in a rather strict traditional gang family, her idea casual clothing was what most would consider formal. Were it not for the open blue dragon-patterned bomber jacket over her black yukata, then she'd appear anything but casual.
The swordswoman paused, staring at the sandwiches which Marie had laid out in silent admiration and contemplation, then to Marie. "Thank you for the food, Marie. I am sure it will be outstanding, as always." She said in the best disinterested tone she could muster. A lot harder than it sounded - Marie's cooking was nothing short of divine, and keeping ones composure when trying it for the first time was...difficult. Tsukimon had managed it for the most part, other than the little sparkle that appears in her eyes every time she spots Marie's cooking.
She began to dig through a cabinet, seeking some tea leaves.</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seen smiled as she moved to where Annoe was and waved sheepishly in greeting.
"Er, hello Annie, good day to you," she said. "If you aren't too busy, I was hoping if you could help me with some thing . . ."
Sent thing namely being her ability to conjure shields. So far, she'd not had much success with using it effectively when fighting Errors, so she'd thought that perhaps getting help from another Magical Girl would help greatly.</s>
<|message|>Catherine Krause
Catherine watched the antics of the other three girls while remaining silent, not responding to Adalina's rant about her father, only setting down her teacup and only removing her headphones after Caligetta meekly sat down upon realizing what a scene she was making.
"Manliness and a chance of getting slapped and charged for sexual harassment." Catherine said. "HuaHua, if you want to sue her for stealing your first kiss I'll gladly be your witness." she told her without even knowing if that was actually even her first kiss.
Setting down her headphones onto the table, she let out a sigh.
"Nevertheless, I do feel like they shouldn't just be letting all that tension stay unresolved. Life's too short and there's no gain without risk. But whether or not he'll actually do it, I can't say. At least if he does we'll know."</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
"How was school today girls?"
It was such an innocent question, and yet it hut Jasmine so much. Being reminded of the curse that afflicted his body was painful, no matter how long it had been since her transformation. "Eh, it was school. What can I say?" was her reply. "I'm just glad it's over" that was a lie; right now, school was the only place where she could pretend that she was still male, that she hadn't been changed. Rather ironic since she used to really hate school "what about you?" she asked back, hoping to move the conversation to somewhere less depressing for her</s>
| <|message|>Sam Linder
At both Jasmine and Jessica's question about how her school day went, Sam heaved a deep sigh and turned another page of her book. "I thought I told you two I don't go to school anymore," she muttered. "Frankly, I'm surprised you two even bother still attending. We're magical girls, we're supposed to protect people from the Errors. We don't have time for mathematics or science." Her tone may have come off as a little sterner than she had meant it to, but she just couldn't see the point of them trying to live normal lives when... well, they weren't normal anymore.
"I spent my day working more on using my staff for combat," Sam continued. "I also tried again to see if I could do magic yet, like you guys could." For the first time in this conversation, Sam's normally flat expression was replaced with a slight grimace. "But no luck." She sighed again and turned another page. It irritated her to no end that she was a Greenhorn, while her two other teammates were a Magical Girl and a Veteran, that they had powers and could use magic - real magic - and she was stuck to only using her staff to whack the enemy over the head now and then. She hoped this would change soon. She wanted to see what kind of powers she had. She hoped they were like Jessica's powers, which allowed her to manipulate plants. Elemental powers were really cool.
Of course, Jasmine's powers were cool too. Not just cool, but unique, how she had a different power based on a different item. Considering a magical girl's powers only got stronger as they advanced in level, Sam was curious to see how Jasmine's powers would develop. Still, Sam would liked to have had some kind of elemental power. Something strong, something powerful. And she hoped it would surface soon: as the days went on and she still couldn't use magic, she started to get more and more frustrated with herself.</s> |
<|description|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder
Screen name: TarotIX
Age: 15
Appearance: See picture above for her wearing her magical girl costume.
Nationality: England
Personality: A girl of few words, Sam keeps herself to herself and has often been described by others as 'sullen'. She is mistrusting of all adults, except for her own parents, while at the same time looking down on all those her own age as being too immature. Thanks to this outlook, she has ended up driving away all potential friendships and has found herself alone, all the while wondering why nobody wants to talk to her. She keeps telling herself she's happier by herself, but in truth she is not only very lonely, but depressed with her loneliness. In order to distract herself from her solitude, she tends to spend a lot of her time (especially in class) daydreaming and fantasising. She has a lot of interest in fantasy and magic, and would often imagine herself as going on adventures and using magic to fight terrible monsters, that she was a hero in one of her favourite book series. This is perhaps why, since becoming a magical girl, Sam's depression has subsided a little, as she now feels like a hero in some fantasy novel, and she feels like she finally has a purpose in her life. However, just like her daydreams, Sam's life as a magical girl is merely an escape from the real world, a real world that could be lurking just around the corner.
Biography: Sam has only been a magical girl for three months now. Before then, she had a relatively normal albeit very lonely life. She is incredibly close to her parents, especially her mother, both whom babied and spoiled their daughter. Mr and Mrs Linder were often concerned for their daughter during her early years as she seemed to have problems socialising with other children and teachers seemed to complain a lot about Sam not focussing in class, upon a meeting with a teacher, it was suggested that Sam might be autistic. Sam was referred to a child psychologist who eventually came to diagnose Sam as having Aspergers Syndrome. The child psychologist then informed Sam's current primary school of this and suggested they do their best to support Sam.
Unfortunately, the school didn't have a proper Learning Support program and not many teachers seemed to understand, and as the years went on, they started to get more and more frustrated with Sam, either because she had a tendency to phase out and daydream during class, or because she needed more help when trying to learn. The fact that Sam didn't have any real friends or that some boys tends to mock or make fun of her didn't help. In her final two years of primary school, Sam did make a friend named Lucy, a real friend who shared her interests in fantasy and art and she was a little happier, but her schoolwork was still pretty low.
When Sam made it to secondary school, things both got better and worse for her. They were better because her secondary school had a lot more knowledge on how to deal with Sam's Aspergers and were a lot more patient and helpful. But it was worse because Sam and Lucy ended up going to separate schools, and Sam found herself alone once more. Sam was able to make some friendly acquaintances who she could hang around with from time to time, but most of the time she spend by herself, still dreaming and imagining.
Sam kept in contact with Lucy, and the two still continued to see each other. Then, when she was thirteen, Lucy transferred to Sam's school, and Sam was overjoyed to be back with her friend. However, Lucy, previously just as shy as Sam, ended up getting a whole group of friends within weeks, and started preferring hanging around with the group rather than just Sam. Lucy, of course, invited Sam to spend time with the group, but Sam didn't like sharing her best friend and often became upset or irritable with her friend, and the two of them slowly grew further apart. The bond between them came to an end finally when Lucy not only cut herself off from Sam, but also her other friends when Lucy started becoming boy-crazy. When Lucy finally go a boyfriend, Sam, full of jealousy, gave up on Lucy and started avoiding her. She hoped that Lucy would notice this behaviour and try to make up with her...
... but she never did.
For ages, Sam became more and more irritable, becoming even more distant from the other students and her grades dropped dramatically. She kept on pretending to be ill a lot so as not to spend any time at school. Her mood became worse and worse. She spent all her time in her room, wasn't doing any work and some of the teachers were started to get annoyed with her attitude. Eventually, she stopped going to school altogether. Her parents didn't like it, but they weren't the best as forcing her to do things she didn't want to do, and suggested she retake the year again at the beginning of the next school year. Months past, and Sam became more and more distant, while her parents became a little bit more irritated with her as the days went by, though they tried not to show it.
When the beginning of the next school years was close by, her parents and Sam started arguing a lot. Her parents wanted her to go back to school, but Sam didn't want to. During one particularly bad argument, Sam actually ran out of the house and ran away. She stayed in a shopping district for about an hour until she had calmed down and, realising how horrible she had been to her parents, burst into tears.
In a moment of madness, Sam went to a nearby building and tried to throw herself off, telling herself that her parents and the world would be better off without her. However, she didn't succeed. She was saved by a magical girl, a girl who looked like a witch out of one of her fairy tale books. The girl's name was Annie, and she told Sam that she had to keep soldiering on despite of her sadness and loneliness and that "things would get better". Sam can't remember much after that, only that she woke up in her bed back home, her parents relieved to see her the next morning, though they didn't remember hearing her come in at night. Sam apologised to her parents, telling them she would go back to school.
It was soon after that, beginning her new school year, that Sam discovered her ability to transform into a magical girl, with a costume that looked like a fantasy sorceress. Overjoyed with this, Sam started using her new powers, which soon got the attention of Annie again, who started teaching Sam the duties of a magical girl. The two worked as partners for a while, and formed a friendship. However, as Sam slowly gets more understanding of her powers, she starting to think about striking out on her own.
Experience Level: Greenhorn
Skills:
- While not the most athletic, Sam has started taking fighting training since she became a magical girl, and has learned how to wield her staff like a bo staff, as this will be its only use until she learns proper magic.
- Good at taking orders. As someone who has no faith in her ability to make crucial decisions, especially in battle, she will easily rely on the commands of others, especially those who she sees as the most capable.
- Has an excellent memory for certain things if they interest her enough.
- Surprisingly good at empathising with people and understanding people's feelings, thoughts and personalities. This is because she's a listener, not a talker.
- Drawing and creating art.
Magical Power: As a Greenhorn magical girl, Sam has yet to learn any real magic and only has the basic magical girl abilities. (For future reference, Sam's powers will be light-based when she starts to discover them.)</s>
<|message|>Makoto Takai
A little bit perplexed by the other Japanese girl's appearance Makoto swirled her pistol around her finger and slipped it back into its holster hidden under her skirt. Quickly she also let down the rest of her guard and transformed back, back to her casual clothing. She raised both eyebrows at the Japanese girl's... let's say, unusual casual attire, but didn't say anything and just followed her.
Quietly Makoto sat down where she got told to sit and stared at all of the assembled girls with her usual frown on her face. Oftentimes she had tried to get rid of this frown because it made her delinquent personality obvious to the eye, but she never really managed to do so.
"I got sent here to, sort of, train my skills... I'm a very big rookie and my powers are merely a few weeks old", she explained before adding, "My name is Makoto Takai, by the way, head of the Takai-clan"
A few seconds later, she just had to add: "You're way too trusting, aren't you?"</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Above Municipal XIII
Annie thought about the request for a moment and then shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, that's what we are here for, right?" She smiled. "Shall we go to the roof?"
Leading the way out the apartment and up the access stairs, the girls find themselves in the open air above Rome on an under utilized rooftop. The late afternoon sun had burnt up the forgotten plants that had been abandoned shortly after they had blomed in spring. Annie set up one of them at the far corner of the rooftop and then instructed, "You protect it while I try to shoot it. Simple enough, yeah?"</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren
.......Error Wrecking Crew / Municipal XIII.......
Seren looked around the area and nodded. That seemed easy enough . . .
"Okay, let's begin," she said, readying her mind to summon her shields. In a flash, her outfit switched from her civilian clothing to her MG one, and she took up a defensive position in front of the plants.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Roof of Apartments in Municipal XIII
The Hunter card slipped into Annie's hand. It was familiar, there, and she could feel the power like a familiar blanket ready to be put on. The card's image was a woman with a bow and a wolf, side by side, poised to attack. The card glows and Annie's eyes do the same, then there is a rush of magic and light that transforms her, giving her the calm and look of The Hunter. There is a bow in her hand and she draws it back with an arrow.
"Ready yourself," Annie calls, her voice more certain and precise than before. The bow levels and she aims at the pot. Then, she lets loose her bolt which will fly true to the target unless interrupted by Seren.</s>
<|message|>Adalina Corvi
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano - Cafe Zepelli
"Interesting choice there, Cali. Personally, I wouldn't have gone for the one who is most likely going to cause a fractured skull if she doesn't agree with the kiss. Which also would remind her of her Chinese cartoons, I bet. Oh and just think of all the boys who have a crush on you, they would be devastated to find out that you're swinging that way."
Adalina, who was halfway through the cake by now already, took this moment to connect a dramatic pause with a delicious mouthful of coffee.
"Not everyone can be as energetic as you, but I see your point. However, it's not like Ms. Lorenzi is doing anything to help getting the situation going either....adults are so stupid sometimes. Well, with a bit of luck we're all going to be part of the 90% death quota in our last year of service and never have to become like that hahaha! Anyways, we're starting this evening so bring clothes and anything you think I don't have. No booze, no boys, no trying to fabricate evidence against grown men because they 'sexually harassed you'. Also, don't forget your swimsuits."</s>
<|message|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo
"F-for the one thing, that was a demonstration. And she was closest to me. I d-don't in the slightest see what your implying. Secondly, I feel you don't understand how parties go if you're not even opening the tiniest bit of wine," Caligetta said jokingly, attempting to deflect conversation away from the previous events.
She sipped her coffee, reassuring herself that there was nothing weak about drinking super sweet coffee with milk.
"Who's picking up the bill for this anyways? I might get a bite of cake and want to pay back my debts."</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren nodded then squeaked in surprise as she saw the bolt flying. Instantly, she conjured a shield right in front of the bolts. They were small and weak, so they shattered on impact, but they did stop the bolts.
Seren frowned. "If it's this much I'm sure I can stop it. The problem is something else . . ."</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
Jessica was about to respond to Jasmine when she heard Sam's comments on the subject of school. She sat down the bag she had been carrying and walked over to where Sam was sitting and took a seat across from the girl. Looking at Sam, Jessica replied, "There's more to life than fighting monsters and magic. Girls should go to school, even if they have magic and obligations to protect others. Its your obligation to yourself to have an education." Jessica stood up, but before turning to walk over and retrieve the bag, said, "After all, knowledge is power." She smiled at Sam, turned away, and moved back across the room to retrieve the bag.</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
Jasmine was shocked at Sam's response "are...are you saying that you don't still go to school? How are you getting away with it? If I stopped going to school, my mom would find out and give me hell. Sure I can understand not liking school; It's kind of like taxes, a necessary evil. Because if you don't go to school, then how are you supposed to support yourself? I'll admit I didn't check, but I don't think you can make money fighting Errors." It was a little concerning that Sam was (seemingly) a school dropout, but Jasmine also found it baffling how she seemed to be able to get away with it</s>
| <|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
Sam glanced up, if only for a second, when Jessica sat down opposite to her. She admired how calm Jessia was as she spoke. If Sam had spoken like she had to either of her parents, they would have gotten upset, but Jessica took it all in her stride. Never raising her voice, never showing shock, just calmly voicing her opinions.
The same could not be said of Sam's other teammate.
"Are...are you saying that you don't still go to school? How are you getting away with it?" Jasmine's cries of shock were almost amusing to Sam.
She turned her attention back to her book and turned another page. "My parents don't even know I'm here, let alone that I'm not going to school anymore," Sam said. "The minute I heard that Rome was brimming with magical girl and Error activity, as well as making contact with you guys veer ErrorNet and the necessary arrangements with Jessica as to where I would be living, I came straight here." She glanced up at Jasmine with a raised eyebrow. "I'm surprised you never noticed."</s> |
<|description|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder
Screen name: TarotIX
Age: 15
Appearance: See picture above for her wearing her magical girl costume.
Nationality: England
Personality: A girl of few words, Sam keeps herself to herself and has often been described by others as 'sullen'. She is mistrusting of all adults, except for her own parents, while at the same time looking down on all those her own age as being too immature. Thanks to this outlook, she has ended up driving away all potential friendships and has found herself alone, all the while wondering why nobody wants to talk to her. She keeps telling herself she's happier by herself, but in truth she is not only very lonely, but depressed with her loneliness. In order to distract herself from her solitude, she tends to spend a lot of her time (especially in class) daydreaming and fantasising. She has a lot of interest in fantasy and magic, and would often imagine herself as going on adventures and using magic to fight terrible monsters, that she was a hero in one of her favourite book series. This is perhaps why, since becoming a magical girl, Sam's depression has subsided a little, as she now feels like a hero in some fantasy novel, and she feels like she finally has a purpose in her life. However, just like her daydreams, Sam's life as a magical girl is merely an escape from the real world, a real world that could be lurking just around the corner.
Biography: Sam has only been a magical girl for three months now. Before then, she had a relatively normal albeit very lonely life. She is incredibly close to her parents, especially her mother, both whom babied and spoiled their daughter. Mr and Mrs Linder were often concerned for their daughter during her early years as she seemed to have problems socialising with other children and teachers seemed to complain a lot about Sam not focussing in class, upon a meeting with a teacher, it was suggested that Sam might be autistic. Sam was referred to a child psychologist who eventually came to diagnose Sam as having Aspergers Syndrome. The child psychologist then informed Sam's current primary school of this and suggested they do their best to support Sam.
Unfortunately, the school didn't have a proper Learning Support program and not many teachers seemed to understand, and as the years went on, they started to get more and more frustrated with Sam, either because she had a tendency to phase out and daydream during class, or because she needed more help when trying to learn. The fact that Sam didn't have any real friends or that some boys tends to mock or make fun of her didn't help. In her final two years of primary school, Sam did make a friend named Lucy, a real friend who shared her interests in fantasy and art and she was a little happier, but her schoolwork was still pretty low.
When Sam made it to secondary school, things both got better and worse for her. They were better because her secondary school had a lot more knowledge on how to deal with Sam's Aspergers and were a lot more patient and helpful. But it was worse because Sam and Lucy ended up going to separate schools, and Sam found herself alone once more. Sam was able to make some friendly acquaintances who she could hang around with from time to time, but most of the time she spend by herself, still dreaming and imagining.
Sam kept in contact with Lucy, and the two still continued to see each other. Then, when she was thirteen, Lucy transferred to Sam's school, and Sam was overjoyed to be back with her friend. However, Lucy, previously just as shy as Sam, ended up getting a whole group of friends within weeks, and started preferring hanging around with the group rather than just Sam. Lucy, of course, invited Sam to spend time with the group, but Sam didn't like sharing her best friend and often became upset or irritable with her friend, and the two of them slowly grew further apart. The bond between them came to an end finally when Lucy not only cut herself off from Sam, but also her other friends when Lucy started becoming boy-crazy. When Lucy finally go a boyfriend, Sam, full of jealousy, gave up on Lucy and started avoiding her. She hoped that Lucy would notice this behaviour and try to make up with her...
... but she never did.
For ages, Sam became more and more irritable, becoming even more distant from the other students and her grades dropped dramatically. She kept on pretending to be ill a lot so as not to spend any time at school. Her mood became worse and worse. She spent all her time in her room, wasn't doing any work and some of the teachers were started to get annoyed with her attitude. Eventually, she stopped going to school altogether. Her parents didn't like it, but they weren't the best as forcing her to do things she didn't want to do, and suggested she retake the year again at the beginning of the next school year. Months past, and Sam became more and more distant, while her parents became a little bit more irritated with her as the days went by, though they tried not to show it.
When the beginning of the next school years was close by, her parents and Sam started arguing a lot. Her parents wanted her to go back to school, but Sam didn't want to. During one particularly bad argument, Sam actually ran out of the house and ran away. She stayed in a shopping district for about an hour until she had calmed down and, realising how horrible she had been to her parents, burst into tears.
In a moment of madness, Sam went to a nearby building and tried to throw herself off, telling herself that her parents and the world would be better off without her. However, she didn't succeed. She was saved by a magical girl, a girl who looked like a witch out of one of her fairy tale books. The girl's name was Annie, and she told Sam that she had to keep soldiering on despite of her sadness and loneliness and that "things would get better". Sam can't remember much after that, only that she woke up in her bed back home, her parents relieved to see her the next morning, though they didn't remember hearing her come in at night. Sam apologised to her parents, telling them she would go back to school.
It was soon after that, beginning her new school year, that Sam discovered her ability to transform into a magical girl, with a costume that looked like a fantasy sorceress. Overjoyed with this, Sam started using her new powers, which soon got the attention of Annie again, who started teaching Sam the duties of a magical girl. The two worked as partners for a while, and formed a friendship. However, as Sam slowly gets more understanding of her powers, she starting to think about striking out on her own.
Experience Level: Greenhorn
Skills:
- While not the most athletic, Sam has started taking fighting training since she became a magical girl, and has learned how to wield her staff like a bo staff, as this will be its only use until she learns proper magic.
- Good at taking orders. As someone who has no faith in her ability to make crucial decisions, especially in battle, she will easily rely on the commands of others, especially those who she sees as the most capable.
- Has an excellent memory for certain things if they interest her enough.
- Surprisingly good at empathising with people and understanding people's feelings, thoughts and personalities. This is because she's a listener, not a talker.
- Drawing and creating art.
Magical Power: As a Greenhorn magical girl, Sam has yet to learn any real magic and only has the basic magical girl abilities. (For future reference, Sam's powers will be light-based when she starts to discover them.)</s>
<|message|>Catherine Krause
Catherine - Firtu Cardinali Incaarnano Cafe Zepelli.
"Random selection is fine with me." Catherine said before her expression changed into a more serious one. "Of course, we're going to have to find a way to ensure that the selection is fair - with what we can do, I wouldn't put it past any of you to try and tilt the odds in your favour."
Of course, being a magical girl meant that you, naturally, could use magic. Who knew what kind of tricks they could try to pull in order to ensure they got their favourite genre? Surely, the stakes of a contest of magical skill between magical girls were high.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica smiled at the two girls. She pondered what to make them to eat before deciding it best to ask what they would like, instead.
"Alright, is there anything you would prefer?" Jessica asked, before adding, "Hopefully nothing too fancy." She paused, then struck by recollection, "Oh, while I have your attention. Are we still on for patrol tonight?"</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
Jasmine answered "whatever is easier for you, I don't want to be too much trouble." One side effect of having grown up with on;y his mother, was that he learned (via guilt) to not be picky about food made for him by others. Hell, he could even eat something he hated a lot (like pears) and look like he enjoyed it. "And if you two are still up for it, then I am. I'm not sure if I've said this, but outside of you guys and school, I don't really have a social life, so my schedule is pretty consistent"</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
This time, Sam didn't even bother looking up. "I don't mind, just as long as it's good," she muttered. She turned another page of her book. "And of course I'm still on for patrol. Wouldn't miss it." Of course she wouldn't miss it. It wasn't like she had anything else to do.</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren jumped in reaction to the three arrows. Though surprised, her reaction time was enough to keep up with their flight, and if there was one thing she was proud of, it was how fast she could summon her shields. Almost immediately, the targets of the bows were protected from the arrows by small head-sized bucklers.
"Well, I don't have any tricks, but I do my best with the one I have," said Seren serenely.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Rooftop Above Municipio XIII
"Have you ever-" Annie's sentence cut off and her eyes searched the horizon for something. It was like a scent at first, then she trained her eyes which began to glow.
"Errors," she told Seren in a voice that wasn't all her own. She was the Hunter now. And she was on the trail of her prey. "Let's go," she said efficiently, stepping to the edge of the rooftop. The Gravity Card was in her hand and she reached for Seren's hand with the other so they could reach the ground safely together and begin hunting.</s>
<|message|>Adalina Corvi
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano
Cafe Zepelli
Adalina raised an eyebrow at Catherine's obvious distrust towards the random selection.
"Now now Catherine, I hope you don't really think I would do something as unjust as cheating in a game of luck by using magical powers, especially when it is only about the movie we're going to watch this evening. Not that I could do something like that anyway, without making it obvious. I really thought you would trust your leader a bit more.....what a pity."
She knew that Cath most likely had not meant anything with her statement, but even so, as the veteran member of the group and pillar of justice, she demanded at least some respect, especially when it came to things that weren't just at all. Reminding them now and then that they had to be able to trust each other blindly wouldn't hurt and since there was the very real possibility that they would lose one member at some point, it was better if they could spend the time together without any doubts.
"Well, since Horror, Action and Comedy are the ones we want the most, we should only select between these categories. So, does anyone have a dice or something else we could use to get a random result?"</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren frowned a bit as the tone of Annie's voice changed. It was unnerving, to say the least. But right now, there were more pressing matters.
"Errors," repeated Seren, following after Annie. She immediately summoned two large tower shields that were wide and tall enough to cover her entire body. She held them readily at her sides, just in case. She stayed behind Annie, but she would rather she be in front, since her shields could protect her in case of a sudden attack, however, Annie was the one who could sense the Errors.
"Should we get the others for this, or we'll deal with it ourselves?" she asked.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Streets of Municipio XIII
"The pack? There's no time. We must hurry." Landing lightly on the ground, Annie moved swiftly forward with Seren. She was the wolf, moving with her pack.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
Jessica made a mental note that they didn't seem very picky. Maybe sandwiches would do?
Talking to the both of them as she made her way towards the small kitchen, Jessica asked, "Would you be alright with a sandwich then? If so what do you want on them?" Sandwiches were a simple fix anyway, and it was easy to make them to anyone's taste, but at the same time, you could never tell what someone wanted on them unless you knew them well or asked beforehand.</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
A sandwich huh? Jasmine was a little surprised at first that her apparently rich teammate was going to fix something so simple, but she didn't voice that surprise. "A sandwich is fine. It also doesn't matter what kind; I'll eat anything put between to pieces of bread as long as it's edible." Which was far more true then it should have been
Something interesting of note, was that while Jasmine was good at blending into most environments (both in part due to The Cufflinks and her acting ability) there was one major exception; a normal girl. Maybe it was because she hated this form, or because she was trying too hard, but she sometimes came off as awkward. "So...um. Somethings that the girls at my school got me thinking about boys; either of you have a type?" She asked. 'That...that's a normal thing for a girl to ask...right?' She hoped</s>
| <|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
"I'd like ham and cheese, please," Sam called to Jessica without lifting her face even a fraction from her book. However, when Jasmine mentioned boys, Sam looked at the other girl with a scrunched up expression, her nose wrinkled up as if she'd eaten something vile. "I don't like boys," she muttered. "All the boys at my old school were nasty and mean. They used to bully all the girls because they thought they could get away with it. I'm happy I don't have to deal with that anymore." She then looked back at her page. "So no, I don't have a type. I don't care about that kind of romance stuff anyway. Only stupid people would get boyfriends at our age." There was a slight bitterness in her tone as she recalled Lucy, her old friend who had abandoned all her companions for some boy. No way would she ever be like that. No way.</s> |
<|description|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder
Screen name: TarotIX
Age: 15
Appearance: See picture above for her wearing her magical girl costume.
Nationality: England
Personality: A girl of few words, Sam keeps herself to herself and has often been described by others as 'sullen'. She is mistrusting of all adults, except for her own parents, while at the same time looking down on all those her own age as being too immature. Thanks to this outlook, she has ended up driving away all potential friendships and has found herself alone, all the while wondering why nobody wants to talk to her. She keeps telling herself she's happier by herself, but in truth she is not only very lonely, but depressed with her loneliness. In order to distract herself from her solitude, she tends to spend a lot of her time (especially in class) daydreaming and fantasising. She has a lot of interest in fantasy and magic, and would often imagine herself as going on adventures and using magic to fight terrible monsters, that she was a hero in one of her favourite book series. This is perhaps why, since becoming a magical girl, Sam's depression has subsided a little, as she now feels like a hero in some fantasy novel, and she feels like she finally has a purpose in her life. However, just like her daydreams, Sam's life as a magical girl is merely an escape from the real world, a real world that could be lurking just around the corner.
Biography: Sam has only been a magical girl for three months now. Before then, she had a relatively normal albeit very lonely life. She is incredibly close to her parents, especially her mother, both whom babied and spoiled their daughter. Mr and Mrs Linder were often concerned for their daughter during her early years as she seemed to have problems socialising with other children and teachers seemed to complain a lot about Sam not focussing in class, upon a meeting with a teacher, it was suggested that Sam might be autistic. Sam was referred to a child psychologist who eventually came to diagnose Sam as having Aspergers Syndrome. The child psychologist then informed Sam's current primary school of this and suggested they do their best to support Sam.
Unfortunately, the school didn't have a proper Learning Support program and not many teachers seemed to understand, and as the years went on, they started to get more and more frustrated with Sam, either because she had a tendency to phase out and daydream during class, or because she needed more help when trying to learn. The fact that Sam didn't have any real friends or that some boys tends to mock or make fun of her didn't help. In her final two years of primary school, Sam did make a friend named Lucy, a real friend who shared her interests in fantasy and art and she was a little happier, but her schoolwork was still pretty low.
When Sam made it to secondary school, things both got better and worse for her. They were better because her secondary school had a lot more knowledge on how to deal with Sam's Aspergers and were a lot more patient and helpful. But it was worse because Sam and Lucy ended up going to separate schools, and Sam found herself alone once more. Sam was able to make some friendly acquaintances who she could hang around with from time to time, but most of the time she spend by herself, still dreaming and imagining.
Sam kept in contact with Lucy, and the two still continued to see each other. Then, when she was thirteen, Lucy transferred to Sam's school, and Sam was overjoyed to be back with her friend. However, Lucy, previously just as shy as Sam, ended up getting a whole group of friends within weeks, and started preferring hanging around with the group rather than just Sam. Lucy, of course, invited Sam to spend time with the group, but Sam didn't like sharing her best friend and often became upset or irritable with her friend, and the two of them slowly grew further apart. The bond between them came to an end finally when Lucy not only cut herself off from Sam, but also her other friends when Lucy started becoming boy-crazy. When Lucy finally go a boyfriend, Sam, full of jealousy, gave up on Lucy and started avoiding her. She hoped that Lucy would notice this behaviour and try to make up with her...
... but she never did.
For ages, Sam became more and more irritable, becoming even more distant from the other students and her grades dropped dramatically. She kept on pretending to be ill a lot so as not to spend any time at school. Her mood became worse and worse. She spent all her time in her room, wasn't doing any work and some of the teachers were started to get annoyed with her attitude. Eventually, she stopped going to school altogether. Her parents didn't like it, but they weren't the best as forcing her to do things she didn't want to do, and suggested she retake the year again at the beginning of the next school year. Months past, and Sam became more and more distant, while her parents became a little bit more irritated with her as the days went by, though they tried not to show it.
When the beginning of the next school years was close by, her parents and Sam started arguing a lot. Her parents wanted her to go back to school, but Sam didn't want to. During one particularly bad argument, Sam actually ran out of the house and ran away. She stayed in a shopping district for about an hour until she had calmed down and, realising how horrible she had been to her parents, burst into tears.
In a moment of madness, Sam went to a nearby building and tried to throw herself off, telling herself that her parents and the world would be better off without her. However, she didn't succeed. She was saved by a magical girl, a girl who looked like a witch out of one of her fairy tale books. The girl's name was Annie, and she told Sam that she had to keep soldiering on despite of her sadness and loneliness and that "things would get better". Sam can't remember much after that, only that she woke up in her bed back home, her parents relieved to see her the next morning, though they didn't remember hearing her come in at night. Sam apologised to her parents, telling them she would go back to school.
It was soon after that, beginning her new school year, that Sam discovered her ability to transform into a magical girl, with a costume that looked like a fantasy sorceress. Overjoyed with this, Sam started using her new powers, which soon got the attention of Annie again, who started teaching Sam the duties of a magical girl. The two worked as partners for a while, and formed a friendship. However, as Sam slowly gets more understanding of her powers, she starting to think about striking out on her own.
Experience Level: Greenhorn
Skills:
- While not the most athletic, Sam has started taking fighting training since she became a magical girl, and has learned how to wield her staff like a bo staff, as this will be its only use until she learns proper magic.
- Good at taking orders. As someone who has no faith in her ability to make crucial decisions, especially in battle, she will easily rely on the commands of others, especially those who she sees as the most capable.
- Has an excellent memory for certain things if they interest her enough.
- Surprisingly good at empathising with people and understanding people's feelings, thoughts and personalities. This is because she's a listener, not a talker.
- Drawing and creating art.
Magical Power: As a Greenhorn magical girl, Sam has yet to learn any real magic and only has the basic magical girl abilities. (For future reference, Sam's powers will be light-based when she starts to discover them.)</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren frowned a bit as the tone of Annie's voice changed. It was unnerving, to say the least. But right now, there were more pressing matters.
"Errors," repeated Seren, following after Annie. She immediately summoned two large tower shields that were wide and tall enough to cover her entire body. She held them readily at her sides, just in case. She stayed behind Annie, but she would rather she be in front, since her shields could protect her in case of a sudden attack, however, Annie was the one who could sense the Errors.
"Should we get the others for this, or we'll deal with it ourselves?" she asked.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Streets of Municipio XIII
"The pack? There's no time. We must hurry." Landing lightly on the ground, Annie moved swiftly forward with Seren. She was the wolf, moving with her pack.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
Jessica made a mental note that they didn't seem very picky. Maybe sandwiches would do?
Talking to the both of them as she made her way towards the small kitchen, Jessica asked, "Would you be alright with a sandwich then? If so what do you want on them?" Sandwiches were a simple fix anyway, and it was easy to make them to anyone's taste, but at the same time, you could never tell what someone wanted on them unless you knew them well or asked beforehand.</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
A sandwich huh? Jasmine was a little surprised at first that her apparently rich teammate was going to fix something so simple, but she didn't voice that surprise. "A sandwich is fine. It also doesn't matter what kind; I'll eat anything put between to pieces of bread as long as it's edible." Which was far more true then it should have been
Something interesting of note, was that while Jasmine was good at blending into most environments (both in part due to The Cufflinks and her acting ability) there was one major exception; a normal girl. Maybe it was because she hated this form, or because she was trying too hard, but she sometimes came off as awkward. "So...um. Somethings that the girls at my school got me thinking about boys; either of you have a type?" She asked. 'That...that's a normal thing for a girl to ask...right?' She hoped</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
"I'd like ham and cheese, please," Sam called to Jessica without lifting her face even a fraction from her book. However, when Jasmine mentioned boys, Sam looked at the other girl with a scrunched up expression, her nose wrinkled up as if she'd eaten something vile. "I don't like boys," she muttered. "All the boys at my old school were nasty and mean. They used to bully all the girls because they thought they could get away with it. I'm happy I don't have to deal with that anymore." She then looked back at her page. "So no, I don't have a type. I don't care about that kind of romance stuff anyway. Only stupid people would get boyfriends at our age." There was a slight bitterness in her tone as she recalled Lucy, her old friend who had abandoned all her companions for some boy. No way would she ever be like that. No way.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
The Streets of Municipio XIII
Annie moves lightly on her feet, pushing the girls through the Roman streets as fast as she can. As they narrow in on the target, they catch only glimpses of the monster's shadow flying through narrow streets. "Do you see it?" Annie points ahead of them. "We need to split up and cut it off before we loose it's trail or it attacks someone."</s>
<|message|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano: Cafe Zepelli
Caligetta shrugged at the girl's request.
"I have nothing. Never really have had time for gambling anyways. Why play games of luck when you could play games of skill?" she said to no one in particular, in between sips of coffee.</s>
<|message|>Hua Tsing
Hua Tsing- Virtù Cardinali Incarnano
Cafe Zepelli
"I don't care anything like that around. How about we get something on the way home?" It would probably be pretty simple to just buy a dice or something like that. She didn't carry one around with her all the time, that'd be weird and unneccesary. However, that did give her an idea that may just work.
"There may be something on one of our phones. I had a flip phone a long, long time ago that had a program like that."</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
"Yes, I can see them," said Seren. She bit her lip in apprehension. When Annie recommended they split up, she wanted to protest, but she had a point; that was the better option and in any case, Seren can and should be able to handle herself. There was no room for being weak in the group, it would just become a bother for everyone involved.
She nodded her head. "All right, I will cut it off from the front, and you chase after from the back," she said. "I have a way of reaching it faster, and you can direct the way it goes with your bolts."</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Streets of Municipal XIII
Annie nodded curtly and was gone to do her work. She raced down the street as fast as she could now, pushing the wolf to a sprint. The gap narrowed after two more turns in the street and then Seren was there.
The Error saw the other Magical Girl first, of course, and reared back in a cry of fury. With each beat of its wings, a shower of sharp, deadly feathers rained down on Seren. Annie did not hesitate, she pulled back her bow and let loose three arrows at once.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio 5
Sandwiches, a quick easy fix, generally a good way to please everyone. Jessica went to the smallish kitchen, such are apartments, and retrieved a loaf of bread, taking four slices, two for each, she proceeded to make sandwiches for Sam and Jasmine, both ham and cheese. She put the bread, meat, and other "makings" back and returned to the living room with two plates, a sandwich atop each.
"Here you are," Jessica said as she returned with the sandwiches, handing one to Sam and the other to Jasmine. "Hmmmm...boys, I hadn't really given it much thought lately, not since I started fighting errors."</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
'Not good, I screwed up! What else do girls talk about when they're alone!? Gah, I don't know what to do!!!' Despite her internal torment, Jasmine looked very calm on the outside "I guess that makes sense. I mean after all, trying to maintain a relationship as Magical Girls is going to be next to impossible, considering all of the secrets we'd have to keep...right?" For the most part at least. Not trusting herself to start anymore conversations, Jasmine occupied her mouth with a sandwich "It's good. Thanks Jessica"</s>
| <|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
Sam took the sandwich and grunted a "Thank you" to Jessica before munching down on her snatch greedily. While she was eating, she glanced at Jasmine. "Yeah, it would never work out," she said, her voice muffled due to her mouth being full of food. "Imagine if they found out what we did, eh?" She grinned as she swallowed the mouthful sandwich.</s> |
<|description|>Jessica Sullivan
Screen name: (Originally Mystic Ivy) Currently Saintly Ivy
Age: 16
Appearance: (Words work, as does a picture. If you use a picture, place it at the top of the sheet)
Nationality: America
Personality: Enjoys caring for others and is always ready to make you a warm meal, quick to comfort others, but at the same time she will scold those she feels out of line and can come across as domineering. She does not like admitting she is wrong. Her take on protecting people is just that, invisible defenders, they should do their best to avoid revealing themselves but the protection of others comes first.
Biography: Born into a well off family, her parents raised her to be a well-mannered young lady. When they would go out to parties and donate large amounts of money to charities, she would give her spare money to strangers and cook for her friends. Sure she could have had others to cook it for her, but she enjoyed the act of cooking herself.
She was also well educated. Her parents could easily afford to send her to a private school and supplement her education with tutors. This left her with an education far exceeding that of a public school, but at the same time, so certain of her knowledge that she often refuses to admit she is wrong until shown solid evidence that she is wrong.
Adding to her education and upbringing her parents forced fencing and violin onto her, claiming hobbies would make her more "well rounded," well, one of these would make her experience as a magical girl easier, the other would just be good for entertaining. She also practiced gymnastics of her own volition, helping increase her flexibility and agility and keeps her own portion of the garden as her own, declaring that she would care for it herself
When she was twelve, she had left her house to spend time with her friends. One of them, Olivia, wandered off from the group and Jessica left the others to go find her. In an alley, she was attacked by a large creature. It looked more metal than flesh with rending metal claws and gnashing jaws of half metal and half teeth. Her rescuer swooped down and killed the beast. It was over in an instant. She barely even recalled looking at her savior, having no real recollection of the events or her appearance. She recalls the girl touching her and feeling a light, then she was gone. Jessica and her friends never found Olivia. The police investigation never turned up any leads and so Olivia vanished from their lives.
Jessica decided to try and fight back against those creatures that had attacked her and most likely killed her friend, in order to protect others. She somehow knew about her new abilities, perhaps something her savior had said that she couldn't quite remember.
Despite herself, she had trouble finding more of the monsters to fight, and the few she did, she couldn't quite defeat being forced to retreat, her fencing skills and sword proving inadequate to defeat them. In time she was taken under the wing of another, Claudette.
During her time under Claudette, Jessica learned how to use her newfound power to defeat the errors, and eventually discovered her ability to control the growth and form of plants. Claudette told to try and fashion the plants into a weapon, but it proved difficult and inefficient as a sword, a club was unwieldy and barbaric, so she settled on a whip made from a rose. After a lot of trial and error and just as many bandages, Jessica had a weapon fit to use against the errors.
When Jessica was 15, Claudette moved on, mostly because of the smaller number of errors appearing in the city. In that time, however, Jessica had learned how to strengthen her rose whip, so that it wouldn't break or be cut when striking metal or struck by something sharp, as well as enhancing her plant growth powers so that she could greatly enhance the speed with which a plant would sprout to full size, as well as grow just about anywhere, digging through concrete and metal to reach soil, even as a seed.
Now, she's managed to talk her parents into letting her attend her final years of school, overseas, in Italy. Even in Europe, she her parents will send her money whenever she needs(but surely even this will have limits if she presses too hard).
Experience Level: Veteran
Skills: Fencing, gardening, cooking, athletic/gymnast, a plethora of useless trivia about various fictional series(including some magical girl anime), Exotic Weapons(Whips)
Magical Power:
Plant Manipulation(First Act): Allows Jessica to control the growth speed and pose plants, to an extent. This skill has almost no combat use without a little creativity.
Rose Whip(First Act): Expanding on her Plant Manipulation, Jessica is able to craft certain melee weapons from plants, her favorite being the rose whip, which is basically and elongated and flexible rose stem, covered in thorns and enhanced by her magic, it causes deep cuts. It can be retracted back into a normal rose.
Plant Manipulation Mk2(Second Act): Through use of her powers and practice, Jessica has unlocked further power and control over it, allowing her to almost instantly sprout a tree from a seed or use a vine as a weapon with which to grab and bind her opponent(as just a couple examples). She now carries seeds with her to use to sprout her plants, that can now grow in any terrain, provided they can still reach the soil below it, sometimes quite difficult in cities. This also allows her to redirect her rose whip, mid attack, however it causes a loss in momentum, and thus attack damage.</s>
<|message|>Tsukimon Arata
Municipal District II - San Lorenzo Base
The hunt was dull.
After five years of the same thing, wandering from city to city, nation to nation, exterminating the Errors, Tsukimon Arata had finally come to this conclusion. Initially it had been difficult, as it was with any activity one was new at, but after the first year the risky edge had begun to fade more and more with each passing day. Of all the Errors she had fought, only one stuck out in her mind, the one which she had failed to kill - and the one which had not killed her.
Foolishness.
Tsukimon closed her eyes, sitting with the left leg out and the other knee raised, resting her right arm across the knee and her back to a wall. The vacant warehouse Silva and herself had claimed in San Lorenzo was like the many others in this area - big, spacious and formerly used by art students from the near by University. They went unchecked by any local authority for the most part, and it had become a sort of tradition for students to turn these places into their 'studios' of work. It was a decent enough cover, even if she was the only one who could possibly pass for a university student...just. To help pass this off, Tsukimon had spent the better part of a week brushing up on her caligraphy and artistic skills to leave around the place on giant canvases in classic student style. If it were up to her though, the place would be spartan besides maybe a few beds and a kitchen area to work with. Heating and electricity were not a problem either. Mob money did wonders, and her grandfather was nice enough to treat her like a princess still.
All in all, it was starting to look pretty homey, and that was not something Tsukimon was all too eager about. She was what errornet dubbed a 'Wandering Magical Girl', and she acknowledged this. At this rate however, she might just start becoming attached to the warehouse and her team. How frustrating. She had been making an effort to be a leader for this 'team' of theirs while at the same time remaining distant - but that was not going well. She lead, yes, but trying to remain professional and formal with the others was difficult. Marie and her cooking was mostly to blame.
Damn Marie and her absurdly good cooking.
A sigh escaped Tsukimon's lips, moving her mind away from such thoughts and onto nothingness, taking this peaceful moment to meditate...or sleep, depending on who you asked.</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
One thing that Jasmine had gotten really good at was maintain her 'James' form for longer and longer periods of time. Since she still had to attend school as a guy, she had to learn how to get through the school day without running out of magic. In the beginning, it was struggle; she had to take frequent bathroom breaks and spent her entire lunch period somewhere out of sight to recover what little magical power she could. She also had countless close calls, where she was slowly changing back in front of other people. Despite now having superpowers, her life was a nightmare.
Granted things did start to get better; it became easier to maintain her male form, and she also found a therapeutic way to let off steam, destroying Errors. She also found a support group of sorts in the form of a Magical Girl team, something that felt really strange to Jasmine. Despite now having a female body, her mind was still very much male, and she was also approaching 'that' part of her life. Although she didn't really have any romantic feelings for any of them right now, it served as a bitter reminder that she'd never find a romantic partner. While she was still too young to be obsessing over something like that, she was still old enough that the thought that it was no longer possible for her was depressing. Being trapped in a girl's body was horrible for Jasmine, so much so that she hid her original gender from her teammates out of shame.
'It's sad really; mom sent me here in hopes of killing my dream to save me, and I end up in more danger then my dad was in at his job' Jasmine thought bitterly as she walked to the team's hideout; an apartment that Jessica had bought for them. It was insane really; the thought of a girl being from a family so rich that they could just give their daughter the money to buy an apartment. Reaching the door, she pulled out her key and unlocked the door "hey! Anyone here yet?" she asked as she entered</s>
<|message|>Adalina Corvi
Adalina came walking into her favourite cafe in whole Rome with a slightly annoyed look on her face this afternoon. However, that changed rather quickly when she saw one of her comrades in arms and friends sitting at one of the tables, already enjoying the divine nectar of the gods, known as coffee. She waved at Catherine, walked over to the table and sat down across from her, letting a long sigh escape from her mouth as she leaned back and finally allowed herself to relax.
"Did your parents tell you the same things over and over again, as if you were baby, when you still were living back in Canada, Cath? I swear, either my father has temporal amnesia whenever he's going on a business trip, or he thinks I'm still and will forever be 5 years old. 'Don't let any people into the house you don't know. No parties. No boys. The wine cabinet is taboo. Remember to brush your teeth at least twice a day. Don't stay up too late. No playing around with your friends until you've done your homework. Oh and of course, no boys'. It's like a broken recording, which just repeats itself over and over again."
Seeing as her friend already had something to drink, Adalina waved the friendly woman in her early twenties known as Maria, who worked at the cafe, over to them to order something herself.
"Good afternoon, Maria! Could you get me a cup of coffee too, please? The smell of Cath's will just make me drool all over the table otherwise. Oh and Cath, do you think we should get some cake right away, too? The double chocolate colossus looks especially delicious~"</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
"Hey." Sam was the first to greet Jasmine as she entered the apartment, though she didn't bother looking up at the other girl's arrival either. She was sat in the living room, leaned back in one of the arm chairs, quite contently reading a book. It was The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman, one of several books she had brought from home when she had moved into Jessica's apartment. "How was your day?" she added absent-mindedly, less because she actually cared about Jasmine's time at school and more because she just wanted to seem polite.
Sam hadn't been to school for a couple of weeks now. What was the point, really? She had no real friends back in England, nor did she ever feel she'd ever be able to graduate, be able to go to college with decent grades and get a normal job. Or live a normal live, not that she wanted to. What was so great about being normal anyway? She'd been given this power thanks to Annie, and she was determined to make good use of it.
And, after all, it was Annie who had suggested she come to Rome.
"They've got more magical girls over there," Annie had once told her while the two had been sat at the computer. Annie, or QueenOfWands as she called herself online, had shown Sam the Errornet. It was like a support site for magical girls, teaching them about their powers, how they worked. It was pretty amazing, actually. Sam had gotten herself registered. As Annie had used the name of a Tarot Card for her screen name, Sam had done the same and registered under TarotIX.
Tarot IX, the ninth card the major Arcana: the Hermit.
"Why the Hermit?" Annie had asked, somewhat surprised. She had been sure Sam would choose something like the Magician, or maybe the Sun or Moon or Star cards.
"Well..." Sam had mumbled in a somewhat embarrassed fashion. "My magical girl form sort of looks like the Hermit, doesn't it?"
But in truth, the reason she had chosen the Hermit had nothing to do with looks.
Now, Sam sighed to herself as she turned the page of her book, pushing away depressing thoughts and hoping to lose herself once again in a world of magic and wonder.</s>
<|message|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo
"I'll say it again: What the hell do you mean by 'I'm sorry I bumped into you'?! Are you even a man?! Take responsibility! Tell me to my face that you're looking to pick a fight with a 14 year old girl!"
The man looked around nervously, finding him surrounded by a large group who would probably take the girl's words at face value. The crowd that had formed watched with rapt attention at the confrontation between the young teenager and mid-20s salaryman.
"But... I didn't mean to bump into you. It's a big crowd. And I'm apologizing," the man said hesitantly.
"So you're trying to get my attention so you can sex me, you sick pervert?! SELF DEFENSE OVERDRRIVE!" the girl shouted indignantly, before performing a well formed if heavily improvised kick into the man's leg, the man falling over with a grimace.
"What the f- OW! God damn it, what did I do to you?!"
"Insult my honor!" the girl replied, giving him a light tap to the head that would knock him conscious.
Murmurs about the damn sex offenders in this town and where to get the self defense classes she was taking went unnoticed as Caligetta strolled into the nearby cafe: Zepelli's.
She sat down at the only table with familiar faces and greeted her comrades with a nod.
"Could you add another coffee please? Two sugars. And milk."</s>
| <|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica had left the school and made a stop on her way home and left the store clutching a sack in her arms. She'd gotten a couple weird looks as she carried it through the streets, towards the apartment, but she paid them no mind.
Jessica arrived at the apartment a short time later, still holding the sack in her arms, only to set it down long enough to fish her key from her pocket. She opened the door behind the younger girl and stepping in, clutching the sack in her arms. Closing the door behind her with her foot, she greeted the other two, "Good afternoon. How was school today girls?"</s> |
<|description|>Jessica Sullivan
Screen name: (Originally Mystic Ivy) Currently Saintly Ivy
Age: 16
Appearance: (Words work, as does a picture. If you use a picture, place it at the top of the sheet)
Nationality: America
Personality: Enjoys caring for others and is always ready to make you a warm meal, quick to comfort others, but at the same time she will scold those she feels out of line and can come across as domineering. She does not like admitting she is wrong. Her take on protecting people is just that, invisible defenders, they should do their best to avoid revealing themselves but the protection of others comes first.
Biography: Born into a well off family, her parents raised her to be a well-mannered young lady. When they would go out to parties and donate large amounts of money to charities, she would give her spare money to strangers and cook for her friends. Sure she could have had others to cook it for her, but she enjoyed the act of cooking herself.
She was also well educated. Her parents could easily afford to send her to a private school and supplement her education with tutors. This left her with an education far exceeding that of a public school, but at the same time, so certain of her knowledge that she often refuses to admit she is wrong until shown solid evidence that she is wrong.
Adding to her education and upbringing her parents forced fencing and violin onto her, claiming hobbies would make her more "well rounded," well, one of these would make her experience as a magical girl easier, the other would just be good for entertaining. She also practiced gymnastics of her own volition, helping increase her flexibility and agility and keeps her own portion of the garden as her own, declaring that she would care for it herself
When she was twelve, she had left her house to spend time with her friends. One of them, Olivia, wandered off from the group and Jessica left the others to go find her. In an alley, she was attacked by a large creature. It looked more metal than flesh with rending metal claws and gnashing jaws of half metal and half teeth. Her rescuer swooped down and killed the beast. It was over in an instant. She barely even recalled looking at her savior, having no real recollection of the events or her appearance. She recalls the girl touching her and feeling a light, then she was gone. Jessica and her friends never found Olivia. The police investigation never turned up any leads and so Olivia vanished from their lives.
Jessica decided to try and fight back against those creatures that had attacked her and most likely killed her friend, in order to protect others. She somehow knew about her new abilities, perhaps something her savior had said that she couldn't quite remember.
Despite herself, she had trouble finding more of the monsters to fight, and the few she did, she couldn't quite defeat being forced to retreat, her fencing skills and sword proving inadequate to defeat them. In time she was taken under the wing of another, Claudette.
During her time under Claudette, Jessica learned how to use her newfound power to defeat the errors, and eventually discovered her ability to control the growth and form of plants. Claudette told to try and fashion the plants into a weapon, but it proved difficult and inefficient as a sword, a club was unwieldy and barbaric, so she settled on a whip made from a rose. After a lot of trial and error and just as many bandages, Jessica had a weapon fit to use against the errors.
When Jessica was 15, Claudette moved on, mostly because of the smaller number of errors appearing in the city. In that time, however, Jessica had learned how to strengthen her rose whip, so that it wouldn't break or be cut when striking metal or struck by something sharp, as well as enhancing her plant growth powers so that she could greatly enhance the speed with which a plant would sprout to full size, as well as grow just about anywhere, digging through concrete and metal to reach soil, even as a seed.
Now, she's managed to talk her parents into letting her attend her final years of school, overseas, in Italy. Even in Europe, she her parents will send her money whenever she needs(but surely even this will have limits if she presses too hard).
Experience Level: Veteran
Skills: Fencing, gardening, cooking, athletic/gymnast, a plethora of useless trivia about various fictional series(including some magical girl anime), Exotic Weapons(Whips)
Magical Power:
Plant Manipulation(First Act): Allows Jessica to control the growth speed and pose plants, to an extent. This skill has almost no combat use without a little creativity.
Rose Whip(First Act): Expanding on her Plant Manipulation, Jessica is able to craft certain melee weapons from plants, her favorite being the rose whip, which is basically and elongated and flexible rose stem, covered in thorns and enhanced by her magic, it causes deep cuts. It can be retracted back into a normal rose.
Plant Manipulation Mk2(Second Act): Through use of her powers and practice, Jessica has unlocked further power and control over it, allowing her to almost instantly sprout a tree from a seed or use a vine as a weapon with which to grab and bind her opponent(as just a couple examples). She now carries seeds with her to use to sprout her plants, that can now grow in any terrain, provided they can still reach the soil below it, sometimes quite difficult in cities. This also allows her to redirect her rose whip, mid attack, however it causes a loss in momentum, and thus attack damage.</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seen smiled as she moved to where Annoe was and waved sheepishly in greeting.
"Er, hello Annie, good day to you," she said. "If you aren't too busy, I was hoping if you could help me with some thing . . ."
Sent thing namely being her ability to conjure shields. So far, she'd not had much success with using it effectively when fighting Errors, so she'd thought that perhaps getting help from another Magical Girl would help greatly.</s>
<|message|>Catherine Krause
Catherine watched the antics of the other three girls while remaining silent, not responding to Adalina's rant about her father, only setting down her teacup and only removing her headphones after Caligetta meekly sat down upon realizing what a scene she was making.
"Manliness and a chance of getting slapped and charged for sexual harassment." Catherine said. "HuaHua, if you want to sue her for stealing your first kiss I'll gladly be your witness." she told her without even knowing if that was actually even her first kiss.
Setting down her headphones onto the table, she let out a sigh.
"Nevertheless, I do feel like they shouldn't just be letting all that tension stay unresolved. Life's too short and there's no gain without risk. But whether or not he'll actually do it, I can't say. At least if he does we'll know."</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
"How was school today girls?"
It was such an innocent question, and yet it hut Jasmine so much. Being reminded of the curse that afflicted his body was painful, no matter how long it had been since her transformation. "Eh, it was school. What can I say?" was her reply. "I'm just glad it's over" that was a lie; right now, school was the only place where she could pretend that she was still male, that she hadn't been changed. Rather ironic since she used to really hate school "what about you?" she asked back, hoping to move the conversation to somewhere less depressing for her</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
At both Jasmine and Jessica's question about how her school day went, Sam heaved a deep sigh and turned another page of her book. "I thought I told you two I don't go to school anymore," she muttered. "Frankly, I'm surprised you two even bother still attending. We're magical girls, we're supposed to protect people from the Errors. We don't have time for mathematics or science." Her tone may have come off as a little sterner than she had meant it to, but she just couldn't see the point of them trying to live normal lives when... well, they weren't normal anymore.
"I spent my day working more on using my staff for combat," Sam continued. "I also tried again to see if I could do magic yet, like you guys could." For the first time in this conversation, Sam's normally flat expression was replaced with a slight grimace. "But no luck." She sighed again and turned another page. It irritated her to no end that she was a Greenhorn, while her two other teammates were a Magical Girl and a Veteran, that they had powers and could use magic - real magic - and she was stuck to only using her staff to whack the enemy over the head now and then. She hoped this would change soon. She wanted to see what kind of powers she had. She hoped they were like Jessica's powers, which allowed her to manipulate plants. Elemental powers were really cool.
Of course, Jasmine's powers were cool too. Not just cool, but unique, how she had a different power based on a different item. Considering a magical girl's powers only got stronger as they advanced in level, Sam was curious to see how Jasmine's powers would develop. Still, Sam would liked to have had some kind of elemental power. Something strong, something powerful. And she hoped it would surface soon: as the days went on and she still couldn't use magic, she started to get more and more frustrated with herself.</s>
<|message|>Makoto Takai
A little bit perplexed by the other Japanese girl's appearance Makoto swirled her pistol around her finger and slipped it back into its holster hidden under her skirt. Quickly she also let down the rest of her guard and transformed back, back to her casual clothing. She raised both eyebrows at the Japanese girl's... let's say, unusual casual attire, but didn't say anything and just followed her.
Quietly Makoto sat down where she got told to sit and stared at all of the assembled girls with her usual frown on her face. Oftentimes she had tried to get rid of this frown because it made her delinquent personality obvious to the eye, but she never really managed to do so.
"I got sent here to, sort of, train my skills... I'm a very big rookie and my powers are merely a few weeks old", she explained before adding, "My name is Makoto Takai, by the way, head of the Takai-clan"
A few seconds later, she just had to add: "You're way too trusting, aren't you?"</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Above Municipal XIII
Annie thought about the request for a moment and then shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, that's what we are here for, right?" She smiled. "Shall we go to the roof?"
Leading the way out the apartment and up the access stairs, the girls find themselves in the open air above Rome on an under utilized rooftop. The late afternoon sun had burnt up the forgotten plants that had been abandoned shortly after they had blomed in spring. Annie set up one of them at the far corner of the rooftop and then instructed, "You protect it while I try to shoot it. Simple enough, yeah?"</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren
.......Error Wrecking Crew / Municipal XIII.......
Seren looked around the area and nodded. That seemed easy enough . . .
"Okay, let's begin," she said, readying her mind to summon her shields. In a flash, her outfit switched from her civilian clothing to her MG one, and she took up a defensive position in front of the plants.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Roof of Apartments in Municipal XIII
The Hunter card slipped into Annie's hand. It was familiar, there, and she could feel the power like a familiar blanket ready to be put on. The card's image was a woman with a bow and a wolf, side by side, poised to attack. The card glows and Annie's eyes do the same, then there is a rush of magic and light that transforms her, giving her the calm and look of The Hunter. There is a bow in her hand and she draws it back with an arrow.
"Ready yourself," Annie calls, her voice more certain and precise than before. The bow levels and she aims at the pot. Then, she lets loose her bolt which will fly true to the target unless interrupted by Seren.</s>
<|message|>Adalina Corvi
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano - Cafe Zepelli
"Interesting choice there, Cali. Personally, I wouldn't have gone for the one who is most likely going to cause a fractured skull if she doesn't agree with the kiss. Which also would remind her of her Chinese cartoons, I bet. Oh and just think of all the boys who have a crush on you, they would be devastated to find out that you're swinging that way."
Adalina, who was halfway through the cake by now already, took this moment to connect a dramatic pause with a delicious mouthful of coffee.
"Not everyone can be as energetic as you, but I see your point. However, it's not like Ms. Lorenzi is doing anything to help getting the situation going either....adults are so stupid sometimes. Well, with a bit of luck we're all going to be part of the 90% death quota in our last year of service and never have to become like that hahaha! Anyways, we're starting this evening so bring clothes and anything you think I don't have. No booze, no boys, no trying to fabricate evidence against grown men because they 'sexually harassed you'. Also, don't forget your swimsuits."</s>
<|message|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo
"F-for the one thing, that was a demonstration. And she was closest to me. I d-don't in the slightest see what your implying. Secondly, I feel you don't understand how parties go if you're not even opening the tiniest bit of wine," Caligetta said jokingly, attempting to deflect conversation away from the previous events.
She sipped her coffee, reassuring herself that there was nothing weak about drinking super sweet coffee with milk.
"Who's picking up the bill for this anyways? I might get a bite of cake and want to pay back my debts."</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren nodded then squeaked in surprise as she saw the bolt flying. Instantly, she conjured a shield right in front of the bolts. They were small and weak, so they shattered on impact, but they did stop the bolts.
Seren frowned. "If it's this much I'm sure I can stop it. The problem is something else . . ."</s>
| <|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
Jessica was about to respond to Jasmine when she heard Sam's comments on the subject of school. She sat down the bag she had been carrying and walked over to where Sam was sitting and took a seat across from the girl. Looking at Sam, Jessica replied, "There's more to life than fighting monsters and magic. Girls should go to school, even if they have magic and obligations to protect others. Its your obligation to yourself to have an education." Jessica stood up, but before turning to walk over and retrieve the bag, said, "After all, knowledge is power." She smiled at Sam, turned away, and moved back across the room to retrieve the bag.</s> |
<|description|>Jessica Sullivan
Screen name: (Originally Mystic Ivy) Currently Saintly Ivy
Age: 16
Appearance: (Words work, as does a picture. If you use a picture, place it at the top of the sheet)
Nationality: America
Personality: Enjoys caring for others and is always ready to make you a warm meal, quick to comfort others, but at the same time she will scold those she feels out of line and can come across as domineering. She does not like admitting she is wrong. Her take on protecting people is just that, invisible defenders, they should do their best to avoid revealing themselves but the protection of others comes first.
Biography: Born into a well off family, her parents raised her to be a well-mannered young lady. When they would go out to parties and donate large amounts of money to charities, she would give her spare money to strangers and cook for her friends. Sure she could have had others to cook it for her, but she enjoyed the act of cooking herself.
She was also well educated. Her parents could easily afford to send her to a private school and supplement her education with tutors. This left her with an education far exceeding that of a public school, but at the same time, so certain of her knowledge that she often refuses to admit she is wrong until shown solid evidence that she is wrong.
Adding to her education and upbringing her parents forced fencing and violin onto her, claiming hobbies would make her more "well rounded," well, one of these would make her experience as a magical girl easier, the other would just be good for entertaining. She also practiced gymnastics of her own volition, helping increase her flexibility and agility and keeps her own portion of the garden as her own, declaring that she would care for it herself
When she was twelve, she had left her house to spend time with her friends. One of them, Olivia, wandered off from the group and Jessica left the others to go find her. In an alley, she was attacked by a large creature. It looked more metal than flesh with rending metal claws and gnashing jaws of half metal and half teeth. Her rescuer swooped down and killed the beast. It was over in an instant. She barely even recalled looking at her savior, having no real recollection of the events or her appearance. She recalls the girl touching her and feeling a light, then she was gone. Jessica and her friends never found Olivia. The police investigation never turned up any leads and so Olivia vanished from their lives.
Jessica decided to try and fight back against those creatures that had attacked her and most likely killed her friend, in order to protect others. She somehow knew about her new abilities, perhaps something her savior had said that she couldn't quite remember.
Despite herself, she had trouble finding more of the monsters to fight, and the few she did, she couldn't quite defeat being forced to retreat, her fencing skills and sword proving inadequate to defeat them. In time she was taken under the wing of another, Claudette.
During her time under Claudette, Jessica learned how to use her newfound power to defeat the errors, and eventually discovered her ability to control the growth and form of plants. Claudette told to try and fashion the plants into a weapon, but it proved difficult and inefficient as a sword, a club was unwieldy and barbaric, so she settled on a whip made from a rose. After a lot of trial and error and just as many bandages, Jessica had a weapon fit to use against the errors.
When Jessica was 15, Claudette moved on, mostly because of the smaller number of errors appearing in the city. In that time, however, Jessica had learned how to strengthen her rose whip, so that it wouldn't break or be cut when striking metal or struck by something sharp, as well as enhancing her plant growth powers so that she could greatly enhance the speed with which a plant would sprout to full size, as well as grow just about anywhere, digging through concrete and metal to reach soil, even as a seed.
Now, she's managed to talk her parents into letting her attend her final years of school, overseas, in Italy. Even in Europe, she her parents will send her money whenever she needs(but surely even this will have limits if she presses too hard).
Experience Level: Veteran
Skills: Fencing, gardening, cooking, athletic/gymnast, a plethora of useless trivia about various fictional series(including some magical girl anime), Exotic Weapons(Whips)
Magical Power:
Plant Manipulation(First Act): Allows Jessica to control the growth speed and pose plants, to an extent. This skill has almost no combat use without a little creativity.
Rose Whip(First Act): Expanding on her Plant Manipulation, Jessica is able to craft certain melee weapons from plants, her favorite being the rose whip, which is basically and elongated and flexible rose stem, covered in thorns and enhanced by her magic, it causes deep cuts. It can be retracted back into a normal rose.
Plant Manipulation Mk2(Second Act): Through use of her powers and practice, Jessica has unlocked further power and control over it, allowing her to almost instantly sprout a tree from a seed or use a vine as a weapon with which to grab and bind her opponent(as just a couple examples). She now carries seeds with her to use to sprout her plants, that can now grow in any terrain, provided they can still reach the soil below it, sometimes quite difficult in cities. This also allows her to redirect her rose whip, mid attack, however it causes a loss in momentum, and thus attack damage.</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren had no idea what to do for help, so she gave a reassuring smile. "Well, we can always ask your family for help? Anyway, I think you should focus on your Hunter Card. I think it would be useful to the team. We can have you at ranged, Oxana to help out, me to defend and Lindsey to fight close."
She gave a small grin. "Besides, if you start learning how to use your Guardian Card, I'll be useless won't I?" she half-joked.
Seren pulled out two shields and held them in each arm.
"Why don't we test out your Hunter card more?"</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Municipio XIII
Annie is happy for the invitation and lifts the bow. She pulls back the string and one arrow becomes three. "Get ready, I've got more than just one trick up my sleeve." And let's all three fly.</s>
<|message|>Silviana "Silvia" Amello
The debate on the television was just about to heat up when Maria had finished cooking. The debate was important, but so was keeping her strength, especially since it was Maria's cooking. That was sure to give her enough energy to get through the day! Silviana without energy would be horrible, it would be like Tsukimon being all friendly and touching others. That would be one backwards world.
Silvia left her little corner of the room to grab a sandwich, but noticed two things that were . . . different. Very, very different.
The first thing was the person within their building. Given what she had heard from their conversation, she was a greenhorn, so someone who was easily be molded into what they wanted. This was extremely promising, though it would take some time to shape the new girl into what they needed out of her, but it would be worth it.
Oh well, it would be rude if Silviana didn't introduce herself, and address the idea of her tagging along with Lia and her.
" Did I overhear someone mentioning my name? Something about me helping out the new blood over here? Now, I might be needed to make sure neither of them end up dead, but Lia might want some alone time with the girl? I don't mind sitting back and relaxing at home if they don't want me to intrude on their alone time~! "
Silvia was having a bit too much fun with this, but she was pretty bored beforehand, so could you really blame her?
" Oh, pardon me, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Silviana Amello, but you can call me Silvia if you prefer! I like sweet food and cute things! I hope we can become good friends, and maybe make this group a bit more organized! "
It was good to make new friends, and she would have to have some kind of decent relationship if she was going to be working with this girl. It was better to establish this relationship now and only have it grow while she gets trained.
However, this new girl wasn't the most shocking here.
No, that belonged to Tsukimon having her arm around Lia. That was just. . . wrong in so many ways. It would be like a depressed Silvia, it just doesn't work.</s>
<|message|>Catherine Krause
Catherine - Firtu Cardinali Incaarnano Cafe Zepelli.
"Random selection is fine with me." Catherine said before her expression changed into a more serious one. "Of course, we're going to have to find a way to ensure that the selection is fair - with what we can do, I wouldn't put it past any of you to try and tilt the odds in your favour."
Of course, being a magical girl meant that you, naturally, could use magic. Who knew what kind of tricks they could try to pull in order to ensure they got their favourite genre? Surely, the stakes of a contest of magical skill between magical girls were high.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica smiled at the two girls. She pondered what to make them to eat before deciding it best to ask what they would like, instead.
"Alright, is there anything you would prefer?" Jessica asked, before adding, "Hopefully nothing too fancy." She paused, then struck by recollection, "Oh, while I have your attention. Are we still on for patrol tonight?"</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
Jasmine answered "whatever is easier for you, I don't want to be too much trouble." One side effect of having grown up with on;y his mother, was that he learned (via guilt) to not be picky about food made for him by others. Hell, he could even eat something he hated a lot (like pears) and look like he enjoyed it. "And if you two are still up for it, then I am. I'm not sure if I've said this, but outside of you guys and school, I don't really have a social life, so my schedule is pretty consistent"</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
This time, Sam didn't even bother looking up. "I don't mind, just as long as it's good," she muttered. She turned another page of her book. "And of course I'm still on for patrol. Wouldn't miss it." Of course she wouldn't miss it. It wasn't like she had anything else to do.</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren jumped in reaction to the three arrows. Though surprised, her reaction time was enough to keep up with their flight, and if there was one thing she was proud of, it was how fast she could summon her shields. Almost immediately, the targets of the bows were protected from the arrows by small head-sized bucklers.
"Well, I don't have any tricks, but I do my best with the one I have," said Seren serenely.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Rooftop Above Municipio XIII
"Have you ever-" Annie's sentence cut off and her eyes searched the horizon for something. It was like a scent at first, then she trained her eyes which began to glow.
"Errors," she told Seren in a voice that wasn't all her own. She was the Hunter now. And she was on the trail of her prey. "Let's go," she said efficiently, stepping to the edge of the rooftop. The Gravity Card was in her hand and she reached for Seren's hand with the other so they could reach the ground safely together and begin hunting.</s>
<|message|>Adalina Corvi
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano
Cafe Zepelli
Adalina raised an eyebrow at Catherine's obvious distrust towards the random selection.
"Now now Catherine, I hope you don't really think I would do something as unjust as cheating in a game of luck by using magical powers, especially when it is only about the movie we're going to watch this evening. Not that I could do something like that anyway, without making it obvious. I really thought you would trust your leader a bit more.....what a pity."
She knew that Cath most likely had not meant anything with her statement, but even so, as the veteran member of the group and pillar of justice, she demanded at least some respect, especially when it came to things that weren't just at all. Reminding them now and then that they had to be able to trust each other blindly wouldn't hurt and since there was the very real possibility that they would lose one member at some point, it was better if they could spend the time together without any doubts.
"Well, since Horror, Action and Comedy are the ones we want the most, we should only select between these categories. So, does anyone have a dice or something else we could use to get a random result?"</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren frowned a bit as the tone of Annie's voice changed. It was unnerving, to say the least. But right now, there were more pressing matters.
"Errors," repeated Seren, following after Annie. She immediately summoned two large tower shields that were wide and tall enough to cover her entire body. She held them readily at her sides, just in case. She stayed behind Annie, but she would rather she be in front, since her shields could protect her in case of a sudden attack, however, Annie was the one who could sense the Errors.
"Should we get the others for this, or we'll deal with it ourselves?" she asked.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Streets of Municipio XIII
"The pack? There's no time. We must hurry." Landing lightly on the ground, Annie moved swiftly forward with Seren. She was the wolf, moving with her pack.</s>
| <|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
Jessica made a mental note that they didn't seem very picky. Maybe sandwiches would do?
Talking to the both of them as she made her way towards the small kitchen, Jessica asked, "Would you be alright with a sandwich then? If so what do you want on them?" Sandwiches were a simple fix anyway, and it was easy to make them to anyone's taste, but at the same time, you could never tell what someone wanted on them unless you knew them well or asked beforehand.</s> |
<|description|>Jessica Sullivan
Screen name: (Originally Mystic Ivy) Currently Saintly Ivy
Age: 16
Appearance: (Words work, as does a picture. If you use a picture, place it at the top of the sheet)
Nationality: America
Personality: Enjoys caring for others and is always ready to make you a warm meal, quick to comfort others, but at the same time she will scold those she feels out of line and can come across as domineering. She does not like admitting she is wrong. Her take on protecting people is just that, invisible defenders, they should do their best to avoid revealing themselves but the protection of others comes first.
Biography: Born into a well off family, her parents raised her to be a well-mannered young lady. When they would go out to parties and donate large amounts of money to charities, she would give her spare money to strangers and cook for her friends. Sure she could have had others to cook it for her, but she enjoyed the act of cooking herself.
She was also well educated. Her parents could easily afford to send her to a private school and supplement her education with tutors. This left her with an education far exceeding that of a public school, but at the same time, so certain of her knowledge that she often refuses to admit she is wrong until shown solid evidence that she is wrong.
Adding to her education and upbringing her parents forced fencing and violin onto her, claiming hobbies would make her more "well rounded," well, one of these would make her experience as a magical girl easier, the other would just be good for entertaining. She also practiced gymnastics of her own volition, helping increase her flexibility and agility and keeps her own portion of the garden as her own, declaring that she would care for it herself
When she was twelve, she had left her house to spend time with her friends. One of them, Olivia, wandered off from the group and Jessica left the others to go find her. In an alley, she was attacked by a large creature. It looked more metal than flesh with rending metal claws and gnashing jaws of half metal and half teeth. Her rescuer swooped down and killed the beast. It was over in an instant. She barely even recalled looking at her savior, having no real recollection of the events or her appearance. She recalls the girl touching her and feeling a light, then she was gone. Jessica and her friends never found Olivia. The police investigation never turned up any leads and so Olivia vanished from their lives.
Jessica decided to try and fight back against those creatures that had attacked her and most likely killed her friend, in order to protect others. She somehow knew about her new abilities, perhaps something her savior had said that she couldn't quite remember.
Despite herself, she had trouble finding more of the monsters to fight, and the few she did, she couldn't quite defeat being forced to retreat, her fencing skills and sword proving inadequate to defeat them. In time she was taken under the wing of another, Claudette.
During her time under Claudette, Jessica learned how to use her newfound power to defeat the errors, and eventually discovered her ability to control the growth and form of plants. Claudette told to try and fashion the plants into a weapon, but it proved difficult and inefficient as a sword, a club was unwieldy and barbaric, so she settled on a whip made from a rose. After a lot of trial and error and just as many bandages, Jessica had a weapon fit to use against the errors.
When Jessica was 15, Claudette moved on, mostly because of the smaller number of errors appearing in the city. In that time, however, Jessica had learned how to strengthen her rose whip, so that it wouldn't break or be cut when striking metal or struck by something sharp, as well as enhancing her plant growth powers so that she could greatly enhance the speed with which a plant would sprout to full size, as well as grow just about anywhere, digging through concrete and metal to reach soil, even as a seed.
Now, she's managed to talk her parents into letting her attend her final years of school, overseas, in Italy. Even in Europe, she her parents will send her money whenever she needs(but surely even this will have limits if she presses too hard).
Experience Level: Veteran
Skills: Fencing, gardening, cooking, athletic/gymnast, a plethora of useless trivia about various fictional series(including some magical girl anime), Exotic Weapons(Whips)
Magical Power:
Plant Manipulation(First Act): Allows Jessica to control the growth speed and pose plants, to an extent. This skill has almost no combat use without a little creativity.
Rose Whip(First Act): Expanding on her Plant Manipulation, Jessica is able to craft certain melee weapons from plants, her favorite being the rose whip, which is basically and elongated and flexible rose stem, covered in thorns and enhanced by her magic, it causes deep cuts. It can be retracted back into a normal rose.
Plant Manipulation Mk2(Second Act): Through use of her powers and practice, Jessica has unlocked further power and control over it, allowing her to almost instantly sprout a tree from a seed or use a vine as a weapon with which to grab and bind her opponent(as just a couple examples). She now carries seeds with her to use to sprout her plants, that can now grow in any terrain, provided they can still reach the soil below it, sometimes quite difficult in cities. This also allows her to redirect her rose whip, mid attack, however it causes a loss in momentum, and thus attack damage.</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
This time, Sam didn't even bother looking up. "I don't mind, just as long as it's good," she muttered. She turned another page of her book. "And of course I'm still on for patrol. Wouldn't miss it." Of course she wouldn't miss it. It wasn't like she had anything else to do.</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren jumped in reaction to the three arrows. Though surprised, her reaction time was enough to keep up with their flight, and if there was one thing she was proud of, it was how fast she could summon her shields. Almost immediately, the targets of the bows were protected from the arrows by small head-sized bucklers.
"Well, I don't have any tricks, but I do my best with the one I have," said Seren serenely.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Rooftop Above Municipio XIII
"Have you ever-" Annie's sentence cut off and her eyes searched the horizon for something. It was like a scent at first, then she trained her eyes which began to glow.
"Errors," she told Seren in a voice that wasn't all her own. She was the Hunter now. And she was on the trail of her prey. "Let's go," she said efficiently, stepping to the edge of the rooftop. The Gravity Card was in her hand and she reached for Seren's hand with the other so they could reach the ground safely together and begin hunting.</s>
<|message|>Adalina Corvi
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano
Cafe Zepelli
Adalina raised an eyebrow at Catherine's obvious distrust towards the random selection.
"Now now Catherine, I hope you don't really think I would do something as unjust as cheating in a game of luck by using magical powers, especially when it is only about the movie we're going to watch this evening. Not that I could do something like that anyway, without making it obvious. I really thought you would trust your leader a bit more.....what a pity."
She knew that Cath most likely had not meant anything with her statement, but even so, as the veteran member of the group and pillar of justice, she demanded at least some respect, especially when it came to things that weren't just at all. Reminding them now and then that they had to be able to trust each other blindly wouldn't hurt and since there was the very real possibility that they would lose one member at some point, it was better if they could spend the time together without any doubts.
"Well, since Horror, Action and Comedy are the ones we want the most, we should only select between these categories. So, does anyone have a dice or something else we could use to get a random result?"</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren frowned a bit as the tone of Annie's voice changed. It was unnerving, to say the least. But right now, there were more pressing matters.
"Errors," repeated Seren, following after Annie. She immediately summoned two large tower shields that were wide and tall enough to cover her entire body. She held them readily at her sides, just in case. She stayed behind Annie, but she would rather she be in front, since her shields could protect her in case of a sudden attack, however, Annie was the one who could sense the Errors.
"Should we get the others for this, or we'll deal with it ourselves?" she asked.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Streets of Municipio XIII
"The pack? There's no time. We must hurry." Landing lightly on the ground, Annie moved swiftly forward with Seren. She was the wolf, moving with her pack.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
Jessica made a mental note that they didn't seem very picky. Maybe sandwiches would do?
Talking to the both of them as she made her way towards the small kitchen, Jessica asked, "Would you be alright with a sandwich then? If so what do you want on them?" Sandwiches were a simple fix anyway, and it was easy to make them to anyone's taste, but at the same time, you could never tell what someone wanted on them unless you knew them well or asked beforehand.</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
A sandwich huh? Jasmine was a little surprised at first that her apparently rich teammate was going to fix something so simple, but she didn't voice that surprise. "A sandwich is fine. It also doesn't matter what kind; I'll eat anything put between to pieces of bread as long as it's edible." Which was far more true then it should have been
Something interesting of note, was that while Jasmine was good at blending into most environments (both in part due to The Cufflinks and her acting ability) there was one major exception; a normal girl. Maybe it was because she hated this form, or because she was trying too hard, but she sometimes came off as awkward. "So...um. Somethings that the girls at my school got me thinking about boys; either of you have a type?" She asked. 'That...that's a normal thing for a girl to ask...right?' She hoped</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
"I'd like ham and cheese, please," Sam called to Jessica without lifting her face even a fraction from her book. However, when Jasmine mentioned boys, Sam looked at the other girl with a scrunched up expression, her nose wrinkled up as if she'd eaten something vile. "I don't like boys," she muttered. "All the boys at my old school were nasty and mean. They used to bully all the girls because they thought they could get away with it. I'm happy I don't have to deal with that anymore." She then looked back at her page. "So no, I don't have a type. I don't care about that kind of romance stuff anyway. Only stupid people would get boyfriends at our age." There was a slight bitterness in her tone as she recalled Lucy, her old friend who had abandoned all her companions for some boy. No way would she ever be like that. No way.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
The Streets of Municipio XIII
Annie moves lightly on her feet, pushing the girls through the Roman streets as fast as she can. As they narrow in on the target, they catch only glimpses of the monster's shadow flying through narrow streets. "Do you see it?" Annie points ahead of them. "We need to split up and cut it off before we loose it's trail or it attacks someone."</s>
<|message|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano: Cafe Zepelli
Caligetta shrugged at the girl's request.
"I have nothing. Never really have had time for gambling anyways. Why play games of luck when you could play games of skill?" she said to no one in particular, in between sips of coffee.</s>
<|message|>Hua Tsing
Hua Tsing- Virtù Cardinali Incarnano
Cafe Zepelli
"I don't care anything like that around. How about we get something on the way home?" It would probably be pretty simple to just buy a dice or something like that. She didn't carry one around with her all the time, that'd be weird and unneccesary. However, that did give her an idea that may just work.
"There may be something on one of our phones. I had a flip phone a long, long time ago that had a program like that."</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
"Yes, I can see them," said Seren. She bit her lip in apprehension. When Annie recommended they split up, she wanted to protest, but she had a point; that was the better option and in any case, Seren can and should be able to handle herself. There was no room for being weak in the group, it would just become a bother for everyone involved.
She nodded her head. "All right, I will cut it off from the front, and you chase after from the back," she said. "I have a way of reaching it faster, and you can direct the way it goes with your bolts."</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Streets of Municipal XIII
Annie nodded curtly and was gone to do her work. She raced down the street as fast as she could now, pushing the wolf to a sprint. The gap narrowed after two more turns in the street and then Seren was there.
The Error saw the other Magical Girl first, of course, and reared back in a cry of fury. With each beat of its wings, a shower of sharp, deadly feathers rained down on Seren. Annie did not hesitate, she pulled back her bow and let loose three arrows at once.</s>
| <|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio 5
Sandwiches, a quick easy fix, generally a good way to please everyone. Jessica went to the smallish kitchen, such are apartments, and retrieved a loaf of bread, taking four slices, two for each, she proceeded to make sandwiches for Sam and Jasmine, both ham and cheese. She put the bread, meat, and other "makings" back and returned to the living room with two plates, a sandwich atop each.
"Here you are," Jessica said as she returned with the sandwiches, handing one to Sam and the other to Jasmine. "Hmmmm...boys, I hadn't really given it much thought lately, not since I started fighting errors."</s> |
<|description|>Makoto Takai
Screen name: No Errornet account at the current moment
Age: 14
Appearance: When she is in her magical girl form, she wears a similar yellow-black pleated skirt, but she also wears pouches all over the place as well as several metal guards and back-holsters for 3 guns and a bow. Her hair also gets blue highlights at the tips.
Nationality: Japan
Personality: Makoto is extremely brash and almost tomboyish as well as pretty brazen while also being very physical, aka almost violent. With her words she is oftentimes painfully frank causing her to unintentionally hurt people with what she is saying.
However, she is very bold and will never back out of any fight, no matter how much the odds are stacked against her. As well as that, she is very dependable and will not abandon her comrades and friends even if it should cost her own life.
Although her flaws are pretty obvious and probably quite annoying for other people, her jokes and her normally fun attitude make up for it. And her cheeky side is mostly not harmful and also generally fun to spectate.
Biography: The Takai family was a Yakuza-Clan, the Japanese Mafia, so Makoto grew up wielding all kinds of weapons and honing her physical abilities. At the age of 11, her father proudly presented her with the family heirloom, an old Japanese arquebuse, a Tanegashima, engraved with their clan symbol. This meant a lot for Makoto. For once, it meant, her parents had given up to produce a male heir, secondly they had made her the official heir of the Takai-Clan.
So Makoto honed her gunnery skills, especially with weapons from the 18th and 19th century.
On her 14th birthday, her Yakuza-mates gifted her a Pattern 1853 Enfield rifled musket on which she practiced day and night from now on with her new weapon so she could use it as some kind of sniper weapon.
A bit later that year, her parents decided to take Makoto with them to a meeting with a Mafia-group they tried to have dealings with.
However, upon landing on a private air strip north of Naples, her family got attacked by a group of mercenaries. Makoto had to watch as her entire family and all her friends got gunned down on the landing strip. The bullets that hit her, weren't lethal. Just as the mercs wanted to finish her off, a magical girl saved her and awakened her powers as magical girl herself.
After experiencing the real horror of crime, Makoto decided to head into Rome to train how to be a magical girl, this time, to help people.
Experience Level: Greenhorn
Skills:
Gunnery: Makoto is extremely skilled with guns, all kinds of guns. From the standard pistol to the rocket launcher and even traditional longbows, there is no projectile weapon she isn't able to use, or if she has never encountered it before, she is able to learn how to use it efficiently very quickly.
Athleticism: Despite her looks, Makoto is extremely durable and physically strong. She can handle herself in most hand-to-hand engagements and can jump pretty well.
Music: Although her training schedule was packed full in her childhood, Makoto still had the time to learn to play the E-Guitar. She'd loved to have learned more musical instruments, but for that, she didn't have enough room. Nevertheless, she enjoys listening to a lot of music in her downtime.
Historical Knowledge: Even though her looks deceive, Makoto is the go-to person for questions of historical nature. She can tell you almost anything about history one can think of and if she doesn't know the answer to a given question, she will quickly come back to you with the correct one and have studied that new knowledge by hard.
Magical Power: At this point in time, Makoto has no magical abilities. She currently relies on her skills with the gun to defeat her enemies.</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
A sandwich huh? Jasmine was a little surprised at first that her apparently rich teammate was going to fix something so simple, but she didn't voice that surprise. "A sandwich is fine. It also doesn't matter what kind; I'll eat anything put between to pieces of bread as long as it's edible." Which was far more true then it should have been
Something interesting of note, was that while Jasmine was good at blending into most environments (both in part due to The Cufflinks and her acting ability) there was one major exception; a normal girl. Maybe it was because she hated this form, or because she was trying too hard, but she sometimes came off as awkward. "So...um. Somethings that the girls at my school got me thinking about boys; either of you have a type?" She asked. 'That...that's a normal thing for a girl to ask...right?' She hoped</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
"I'd like ham and cheese, please," Sam called to Jessica without lifting her face even a fraction from her book. However, when Jasmine mentioned boys, Sam looked at the other girl with a scrunched up expression, her nose wrinkled up as if she'd eaten something vile. "I don't like boys," she muttered. "All the boys at my old school were nasty and mean. They used to bully all the girls because they thought they could get away with it. I'm happy I don't have to deal with that anymore." She then looked back at her page. "So no, I don't have a type. I don't care about that kind of romance stuff anyway. Only stupid people would get boyfriends at our age." There was a slight bitterness in her tone as she recalled Lucy, her old friend who had abandoned all her companions for some boy. No way would she ever be like that. No way.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
The Streets of Municipio XIII
Annie moves lightly on her feet, pushing the girls through the Roman streets as fast as she can. As they narrow in on the target, they catch only glimpses of the monster's shadow flying through narrow streets. "Do you see it?" Annie points ahead of them. "We need to split up and cut it off before we loose it's trail or it attacks someone."</s>
<|message|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano: Cafe Zepelli
Caligetta shrugged at the girl's request.
"I have nothing. Never really have had time for gambling anyways. Why play games of luck when you could play games of skill?" she said to no one in particular, in between sips of coffee.</s>
<|message|>Hua Tsing
Hua Tsing- Virtù Cardinali Incarnano
Cafe Zepelli
"I don't care anything like that around. How about we get something on the way home?" It would probably be pretty simple to just buy a dice or something like that. She didn't carry one around with her all the time, that'd be weird and unneccesary. However, that did give her an idea that may just work.
"There may be something on one of our phones. I had a flip phone a long, long time ago that had a program like that."</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
"Yes, I can see them," said Seren. She bit her lip in apprehension. When Annie recommended they split up, she wanted to protest, but she had a point; that was the better option and in any case, Seren can and should be able to handle herself. There was no room for being weak in the group, it would just become a bother for everyone involved.
She nodded her head. "All right, I will cut it off from the front, and you chase after from the back," she said. "I have a way of reaching it faster, and you can direct the way it goes with your bolts."</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Streets of Municipal XIII
Annie nodded curtly and was gone to do her work. She raced down the street as fast as she could now, pushing the wolf to a sprint. The gap narrowed after two more turns in the street and then Seren was there.
The Error saw the other Magical Girl first, of course, and reared back in a cry of fury. With each beat of its wings, a shower of sharp, deadly feathers rained down on Seren. Annie did not hesitate, she pulled back her bow and let loose three arrows at once.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio 5
Sandwiches, a quick easy fix, generally a good way to please everyone. Jessica went to the smallish kitchen, such are apartments, and retrieved a loaf of bread, taking four slices, two for each, she proceeded to make sandwiches for Sam and Jasmine, both ham and cheese. She put the bread, meat, and other "makings" back and returned to the living room with two plates, a sandwich atop each.
"Here you are," Jessica said as she returned with the sandwiches, handing one to Sam and the other to Jasmine. "Hmmmm...boys, I hadn't really given it much thought lately, not since I started fighting errors."</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
'Not good, I screwed up! What else do girls talk about when they're alone!? Gah, I don't know what to do!!!' Despite her internal torment, Jasmine looked very calm on the outside "I guess that makes sense. I mean after all, trying to maintain a relationship as Magical Girls is going to be next to impossible, considering all of the secrets we'd have to keep...right?" For the most part at least. Not trusting herself to start anymore conversations, Jasmine occupied her mouth with a sandwich "It's good. Thanks Jessica"</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
Sam took the sandwich and grunted a "Thank you" to Jessica before munching down on her snatch greedily. While she was eating, she glanced at Jasmine. "Yeah, it would never work out," she said, her voice muffled due to her mouth being full of food. "Imagine if they found out what we did, eh?" She grinned as she swallowed the mouthful sandwich.</s>
<|message|>Makoto Takai
Makoto Takai- Nameless group
Warehouse Base
"Having an organized group is a big deal, huh?", Makoto muttered. "I guess, I can help you with that, Silvia" She cracked her knuckles and grinned.
"I might be an absolute greenhorn, but I do know how to get a group running, trust me. If I can get a bunch of ego-centrical, money-grubbing criminals to work together as a team, we sure as hell can make this a team, too. You can't be much worse than them."
Her confidence basically radiated from every pore of her body signalling her readiness to take action.
"Ah, by the way, Silvia, I don't know if you heard my name, I'm Makoto Takai, good to meetcha"</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren had long known that in comparison to Annie and the rest, she was lacking in everything except defense. Try as she might, it seemed her whole existence as a Magical Girl was centered around her shields. That didn't mean she was bitter, though; Seren was grateful for her abilities - it allowed her to protect others in ways that only she could. Even if that was all she could do, all it meant was that she needed to find a way to make the most out of her abilities.
Like now.
Seren leaped over Annie and practically ricocheted of the shields that were conjured in thin air. The moment she got behind the Error, a tightly packed column of shields erupted behind the it, forcing it to face Annie head-on.
This was a skill she had developed to control the direction in which Errors were moving, to force them to fight her in an area where she could win. It was also extremely useful when against multiple Errors.
"It's yours, Annie!" she exclaimed, landing neatly on a building nearby.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Municipio XIII
Annie drew back and aimed as the Error bird flew as directed by Seren's shields. "Killshot," she said and let fly a blazing bolt of light from the bow when it's underside was perfectly in line. Annie said a short prayer that all error hunting would be this easy but didn't hold much hope that it would be.
The light pierces the underside of the beast and it screeches in pain. Its wings buckle and the flying creature becomes the falling creature.</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
While the Error was falling, Seren encased its body in various shields. Even if it wanted to, it wouldn't be able to break out, now with its strength and certainly not from the inside. The moment the massive bulk hit the ground, the shield formation contracted, leaving everything but its head exposed.
This was another lesson that Seren quickly learned when it came to hunting Errors: double-tap. Never leave everything to chance, or else.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Municipio XIII
Annie approaches the Error with another shot loaded until it begins to dissipate. The best part about hunting Errors was that the cleaned up after themselves. Sometimes the worst part was how quickly normal people forgot about them and you were left standing over a dead body or in the wake of serious damage that you suddenly looked responsible for. As soon as it was turning to dust and floating away on the wind, Annie gave Seren the nod to head out.
Down the street she sniffed the air and said, "We're not done. There's another one." The Hunter's power was weakening, but she still needed it to find the next target. "This way," she says.</s>
| <|message|>Makoto Takai
Municipio 12
Roaming Magical Girl
Makoto's Magical Girl crash course had been short, but she just didn't feel well over there. Admittedly she still was pretty green behind her ears, but now she didn't lack the combat experience she had before her quick education.
With her gun slung around her shoulder she casually strolled through the dark and quiet Rome.
This image was rather quickly disturbed by a sinister presence.
A dark shadow of a bird dove upon the surprised girl, who, just in time managed to roll away from its menacing claws. In a quick flash, she activated her Magical powers and pulled out her musket, which was already loaded and ready to go, however, she wasn't able to make out the Error against the backdrop of the night sky.
Somehow, though, she managed to make out stars vanishing in the sky, aimed at the next possible spot and pulled the trigger resulting in a feral scream shaking Makoto's bones, but the bird was still flying and, with marvelous precision, dove back down towards the girl.</s> |
<|description|>Annie Marie Jones
Screen Name: star_spangled_mage
Age: 14
Experience Level: Magical Girl (First Act)
Appearance: [working on image]
Nationality: New York, NY, USA
Personality: Annie is a nice girl, but a product of her time. She usually has music playing in her ear and a text message at her finger tips. She keeps her grades up and has a good relationship with her family, recently strained by the secret of using the magic cards, which her mother had not inherited. Though not particularly popular, Annie does have a serious and strong group of friends at school.
Biography: Annie grew up with two parents, a baby brother, and a cat. On her twelfth birthday she was attacked by an Error that would have killed her if not for Mary Beth, a magical girl who Annie later discovered had been trained by her own grandmother.
After the attack, Annie's grandma also revealed that she too had been a Magical Girl and had hoped her daughter, Annie's Mother, would be the next to learn. Instead, the talent did did not pass down through the generations and instead, fate chose another.
Now it is Annie's turn to learn the magic and power of being a Magical Girl. Her grandmother and Mary Beth have brought her an old book with the key to her magical powers, which are only to be used against the Errors.
Skills: Art - Annie has always had an affinity for drawing and painting what she sees, her hand and eye coordination being part of that skill. She uses this skill a lot as she masters and creates her own magic deck of cards.
Mathematics - logic and numbers comes natural to Annie, though she may have a hard time explaining how she arrived at the correct answer.
Public Transportation - growing up in Manhattan has given Annie a knack for figuring out railways, taxis, and even bus systems. It may not seem like an important skill until it's late, you're lost, and you just need to get home.
Magical Power: Annie's magic comes from a book with magic drawn in it. These images represent powerful spells that can take a lot to master, which is represented by drawing your own set of cards. So far, Annie has successfully drawn four cards which include:
"Hunter" - manifesting as a bow or gun, this spell is usually offensive but can also be used to track and observe a target
"Gravity" - the gravity card can apply pressure as well as allow Annie to leap great distances and lighten heavy objects
"Stone" - both petrification and sturdy protection, the stone spell can turn user or target into durable, immovable stone.
"Wood" - a growth spell for plant and vegetation,this spell can bring renewed life as well.</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
"How was school today girls?"
It was such an innocent question, and yet it hut Jasmine so much. Being reminded of the curse that afflicted his body was painful, no matter how long it had been since her transformation. "Eh, it was school. What can I say?" was her reply. "I'm just glad it's over" that was a lie; right now, school was the only place where she could pretend that she was still male, that she hadn't been changed. Rather ironic since she used to really hate school "what about you?" she asked back, hoping to move the conversation to somewhere less depressing for her</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
At both Jasmine and Jessica's question about how her school day went, Sam heaved a deep sigh and turned another page of her book. "I thought I told you two I don't go to school anymore," she muttered. "Frankly, I'm surprised you two even bother still attending. We're magical girls, we're supposed to protect people from the Errors. We don't have time for mathematics or science." Her tone may have come off as a little sterner than she had meant it to, but she just couldn't see the point of them trying to live normal lives when... well, they weren't normal anymore.
"I spent my day working more on using my staff for combat," Sam continued. "I also tried again to see if I could do magic yet, like you guys could." For the first time in this conversation, Sam's normally flat expression was replaced with a slight grimace. "But no luck." She sighed again and turned another page. It irritated her to no end that she was a Greenhorn, while her two other teammates were a Magical Girl and a Veteran, that they had powers and could use magic - real magic - and she was stuck to only using her staff to whack the enemy over the head now and then. She hoped this would change soon. She wanted to see what kind of powers she had. She hoped they were like Jessica's powers, which allowed her to manipulate plants. Elemental powers were really cool.
Of course, Jasmine's powers were cool too. Not just cool, but unique, how she had a different power based on a different item. Considering a magical girl's powers only got stronger as they advanced in level, Sam was curious to see how Jasmine's powers would develop. Still, Sam would liked to have had some kind of elemental power. Something strong, something powerful. And she hoped it would surface soon: as the days went on and she still couldn't use magic, she started to get more and more frustrated with herself.</s>
<|message|>Makoto Takai
A little bit perplexed by the other Japanese girl's appearance Makoto swirled her pistol around her finger and slipped it back into its holster hidden under her skirt. Quickly she also let down the rest of her guard and transformed back, back to her casual clothing. She raised both eyebrows at the Japanese girl's... let's say, unusual casual attire, but didn't say anything and just followed her.
Quietly Makoto sat down where she got told to sit and stared at all of the assembled girls with her usual frown on her face. Oftentimes she had tried to get rid of this frown because it made her delinquent personality obvious to the eye, but she never really managed to do so.
"I got sent here to, sort of, train my skills... I'm a very big rookie and my powers are merely a few weeks old", she explained before adding, "My name is Makoto Takai, by the way, head of the Takai-clan"
A few seconds later, she just had to add: "You're way too trusting, aren't you?"</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Above Municipal XIII
Annie thought about the request for a moment and then shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, that's what we are here for, right?" She smiled. "Shall we go to the roof?"
Leading the way out the apartment and up the access stairs, the girls find themselves in the open air above Rome on an under utilized rooftop. The late afternoon sun had burnt up the forgotten plants that had been abandoned shortly after they had blomed in spring. Annie set up one of them at the far corner of the rooftop and then instructed, "You protect it while I try to shoot it. Simple enough, yeah?"</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren
.......Error Wrecking Crew / Municipal XIII.......
Seren looked around the area and nodded. That seemed easy enough . . .
"Okay, let's begin," she said, readying her mind to summon her shields. In a flash, her outfit switched from her civilian clothing to her MG one, and she took up a defensive position in front of the plants.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Roof of Apartments in Municipal XIII
The Hunter card slipped into Annie's hand. It was familiar, there, and she could feel the power like a familiar blanket ready to be put on. The card's image was a woman with a bow and a wolf, side by side, poised to attack. The card glows and Annie's eyes do the same, then there is a rush of magic and light that transforms her, giving her the calm and look of The Hunter. There is a bow in her hand and she draws it back with an arrow.
"Ready yourself," Annie calls, her voice more certain and precise than before. The bow levels and she aims at the pot. Then, she lets loose her bolt which will fly true to the target unless interrupted by Seren.</s>
<|message|>Adalina Corvi
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano - Cafe Zepelli
"Interesting choice there, Cali. Personally, I wouldn't have gone for the one who is most likely going to cause a fractured skull if she doesn't agree with the kiss. Which also would remind her of her Chinese cartoons, I bet. Oh and just think of all the boys who have a crush on you, they would be devastated to find out that you're swinging that way."
Adalina, who was halfway through the cake by now already, took this moment to connect a dramatic pause with a delicious mouthful of coffee.
"Not everyone can be as energetic as you, but I see your point. However, it's not like Ms. Lorenzi is doing anything to help getting the situation going either....adults are so stupid sometimes. Well, with a bit of luck we're all going to be part of the 90% death quota in our last year of service and never have to become like that hahaha! Anyways, we're starting this evening so bring clothes and anything you think I don't have. No booze, no boys, no trying to fabricate evidence against grown men because they 'sexually harassed you'. Also, don't forget your swimsuits."</s>
<|message|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo
"F-for the one thing, that was a demonstration. And she was closest to me. I d-don't in the slightest see what your implying. Secondly, I feel you don't understand how parties go if you're not even opening the tiniest bit of wine," Caligetta said jokingly, attempting to deflect conversation away from the previous events.
She sipped her coffee, reassuring herself that there was nothing weak about drinking super sweet coffee with milk.
"Who's picking up the bill for this anyways? I might get a bite of cake and want to pay back my debts."</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren nodded then squeaked in surprise as she saw the bolt flying. Instantly, she conjured a shield right in front of the bolts. They were small and weak, so they shattered on impact, but they did stop the bolts.
Seren frowned. "If it's this much I'm sure I can stop it. The problem is something else . . ."</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
Jessica was about to respond to Jasmine when she heard Sam's comments on the subject of school. She sat down the bag she had been carrying and walked over to where Sam was sitting and took a seat across from the girl. Looking at Sam, Jessica replied, "There's more to life than fighting monsters and magic. Girls should go to school, even if they have magic and obligations to protect others. Its your obligation to yourself to have an education." Jessica stood up, but before turning to walk over and retrieve the bag, said, "After all, knowledge is power." She smiled at Sam, turned away, and moved back across the room to retrieve the bag.</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
Jasmine was shocked at Sam's response "are...are you saying that you don't still go to school? How are you getting away with it? If I stopped going to school, my mom would find out and give me hell. Sure I can understand not liking school; It's kind of like taxes, a necessary evil. Because if you don't go to school, then how are you supposed to support yourself? I'll admit I didn't check, but I don't think you can make money fighting Errors." It was a little concerning that Sam was (seemingly) a school dropout, but Jasmine also found it baffling how she seemed to be able to get away with it</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
Sam glanced up, if only for a second, when Jessica sat down opposite to her. She admired how calm Jessia was as she spoke. If Sam had spoken like she had to either of her parents, they would have gotten upset, but Jessica took it all in her stride. Never raising her voice, never showing shock, just calmly voicing her opinions.
The same could not be said of Sam's other teammate.
"Are...are you saying that you don't still go to school? How are you getting away with it?" Jasmine's cries of shock were almost amusing to Sam.
She turned her attention back to her book and turned another page. "My parents don't even know I'm here, let alone that I'm not going to school anymore," Sam said. "The minute I heard that Rome was brimming with magical girl and Error activity, as well as making contact with you guys veer ErrorNet and the necessary arrangements with Jessica as to where I would be living, I came straight here." She glanced up at Jasmine with a raised eyebrow. "I'm surprised you never noticed."</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Roof of Apartments in Municipal XIII
"Yeah, it broke after one attack. I'm sure once you get good at it, though, you'll be able to withstand a lot more. Let's try multiple attacks this time. Can you make more than one shield?"
Annie drew back the bow again. This time she shot three arrows, one after the other, moving two and then three steps to the side for different angles. Again the shields broke, but stopped her attacks. The dead plant was still unharmed.
"Nice, but we gotta work on maintaining them. What is the source of your magic?"</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren shook her head. "A-actually, I can make them strong enough to stop your attacks," said Seren, trying to stop any misunderstandings, "but then the number I can summon goes down."
She shuffled he feet as she thought of what to say next. "And another problem is I can't make them float or anything. I can just summon them somewhere in front of the target right before they get hit. If I don't get the timing right, the shields fall down and whatever's behind it gets hit."
That was the main reason she had come. As it was, her shields were near useless in protecting anyone but her.</s>
| <|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Roof of Apartments in Municipal XIII
Annie puzzled for ideas before remembering something. "So, my magic is drawn, literally, from this book. I still don't know where you get yours. Some of the other girls have a weapon or pendant. Do you have anything like that?"
Annie produced the old pages and bindings that contained the secrets to her magic and flipped to a page labelled "The Guardian". On it where several runes, some text and descriptions, and then the card itself, depicting an armored bear standing over a small child. It roared in defiance against a litter of arrows and wounds.
"The Guardian is a protection spell, but also an Embodiment Card, like The Hunter," Annie explained. "It is defined by courage, honor, and inner strength." She looked up from the text and continued to smile. "Sounds exactly like what we are looking for. Maybe there is something in this that will help you too."</s> |
<|description|>Annie Marie Jones
Screen Name: star_spangled_mage
Age: 14
Experience Level: Magical Girl (First Act)
Appearance: [working on image]
Nationality: New York, NY, USA
Personality: Annie is a nice girl, but a product of her time. She usually has music playing in her ear and a text message at her finger tips. She keeps her grades up and has a good relationship with her family, recently strained by the secret of using the magic cards, which her mother had not inherited. Though not particularly popular, Annie does have a serious and strong group of friends at school.
Biography: Annie grew up with two parents, a baby brother, and a cat. On her twelfth birthday she was attacked by an Error that would have killed her if not for Mary Beth, a magical girl who Annie later discovered had been trained by her own grandmother.
After the attack, Annie's grandma also revealed that she too had been a Magical Girl and had hoped her daughter, Annie's Mother, would be the next to learn. Instead, the talent did did not pass down through the generations and instead, fate chose another.
Now it is Annie's turn to learn the magic and power of being a Magical Girl. Her grandmother and Mary Beth have brought her an old book with the key to her magical powers, which are only to be used against the Errors.
Skills: Art - Annie has always had an affinity for drawing and painting what she sees, her hand and eye coordination being part of that skill. She uses this skill a lot as she masters and creates her own magic deck of cards.
Mathematics - logic and numbers comes natural to Annie, though she may have a hard time explaining how she arrived at the correct answer.
Public Transportation - growing up in Manhattan has given Annie a knack for figuring out railways, taxis, and even bus systems. It may not seem like an important skill until it's late, you're lost, and you just need to get home.
Magical Power: Annie's magic comes from a book with magic drawn in it. These images represent powerful spells that can take a lot to master, which is represented by drawing your own set of cards. So far, Annie has successfully drawn four cards which include:
"Hunter" - manifesting as a bow or gun, this spell is usually offensive but can also be used to track and observe a target
"Gravity" - the gravity card can apply pressure as well as allow Annie to leap great distances and lighten heavy objects
"Stone" - both petrification and sturdy protection, the stone spell can turn user or target into durable, immovable stone.
"Wood" - a growth spell for plant and vegetation,this spell can bring renewed life as well.</s>
<|message|>Hua Tsing
Hua Tsing-Virtù Cardinali Incarnano
Cafe Zepelli
"I don't really have a preference. Why don't we select it randomly?"
Hua continued to try and ignore the endless innuendo. These things were also in her Chinese cartoons, at least in the ones she considered a bit indecent. Well, was it even innuendo at this point? It felt like it was a step beyond that. Hua decided to take another sip of her tea and cosigned herself to being teased. And to think she was the one paying for all this, they should be thanking her and groveling at her feet in thanks- is what a person to serious to live would say. Hua wasn't really that kind of person. Probably.</s>
<|message|>Makoto Takai
Makoto Takai- Nameless Group
Warehouse Base
"Pure, please" Makoto exclaimed while eyeing the one who intorduced herself as Lila. She seemed friendly enough, but Makoto's experience told her, people could be friendly on the outside, but actually condemn you on the inside. She had done it a couple of times before, too.
"Yeah, it was one of the moderators, who wasn't really that cooperative at first, but after some... persuasion... I got sent here"
She slumped forward in her chair and placed her head on her hand which she had leaning onto the table by her elbow.
"So, you want to send me out already before telling me your name? How rude...", Makoto pouted, but her pout was quickly followed by a fit of laughter.
"Sure, sure, if the three of you want me to accompany you, I'll do so. I might be green as puke, but I can handle myself, I think"
She reached behind and from her back, one of her muskets appeared. As quick as she could, she pulled out the bayonet, mounted it on the barrel, then she installed a scope on top of the 19th century rifled musket. It sure looked different, but the menacing gleam in her eyes were telling everybody looking at her that she absolutely loved this weapon and that she meant business with it.
Finally, she attached leather straps to it and shouldered it.
"If you want to head out and teach me stuff, I'd be ready" A big smirk formed on her face as she got up and straightened her pleated skirt, then sat down again. "First, some tea, though"</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Rooftop Above Municipio XIII
"Well, not exactly, Seren. I've never used this card before which means I would be terrible at it," Annie explained, looking back down at the Guardian. "Card magic is odd sometimes. Sometimes a card is like a vessel that holds a spell until I need to use it. Like the Gravity Card lets me lift heavy things. But then some cards are more complicated, like the Hunter Card. That card isn't a spell as much as it is a persona that seems to have a life of its own and has gotten stronger the more I use it and understand it. I don't know. It's weird."
"Well, I guess there is no time like the present," Annie decided. "After all, we are here to practice our powers."
Stretching out paper and her pens, Annie begins copying some of the protective runes and symbols. When she's satisfied with them, she picks up the dead plant pot and adds the symbol to it. Then she returns to the other side of the rooftop and shrugs. The Hunter Card returns to her hand and the bow with it. "Here goes nothing."
The arrow shoots true and a flash of light meets it, stopping the arrow and protecting the pot. At least at first glance. In a second burst of light, the symbol acts unpredictably and explodes, taking the potted plant with it. "Crap," Annie says, looking at Seren for help.</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren had no idea what to do for help, so she gave a reassuring smile. "Well, we can always ask your family for help? Anyway, I think you should focus on your Hunter Card. I think it would be useful to the team. We can have you at ranged, Oxana to help out, me to defend and Lindsey to fight close."
She gave a small grin. "Besides, if you start learning how to use your Guardian Card, I'll be useless won't I?" she half-joked.
Seren pulled out two shields and held them in each arm.
"Why don't we test out your Hunter card more?"</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Municipio XIII
Annie is happy for the invitation and lifts the bow. She pulls back the string and one arrow becomes three. "Get ready, I've got more than just one trick up my sleeve." And let's all three fly.</s>
<|message|>Silviana "Silvia" Amello
The debate on the television was just about to heat up when Maria had finished cooking. The debate was important, but so was keeping her strength, especially since it was Maria's cooking. That was sure to give her enough energy to get through the day! Silviana without energy would be horrible, it would be like Tsukimon being all friendly and touching others. That would be one backwards world.
Silvia left her little corner of the room to grab a sandwich, but noticed two things that were . . . different. Very, very different.
The first thing was the person within their building. Given what she had heard from their conversation, she was a greenhorn, so someone who was easily be molded into what they wanted. This was extremely promising, though it would take some time to shape the new girl into what they needed out of her, but it would be worth it.
Oh well, it would be rude if Silviana didn't introduce herself, and address the idea of her tagging along with Lia and her.
" Did I overhear someone mentioning my name? Something about me helping out the new blood over here? Now, I might be needed to make sure neither of them end up dead, but Lia might want some alone time with the girl? I don't mind sitting back and relaxing at home if they don't want me to intrude on their alone time~! "
Silvia was having a bit too much fun with this, but she was pretty bored beforehand, so could you really blame her?
" Oh, pardon me, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Silviana Amello, but you can call me Silvia if you prefer! I like sweet food and cute things! I hope we can become good friends, and maybe make this group a bit more organized! "
It was good to make new friends, and she would have to have some kind of decent relationship if she was going to be working with this girl. It was better to establish this relationship now and only have it grow while she gets trained.
However, this new girl wasn't the most shocking here.
No, that belonged to Tsukimon having her arm around Lia. That was just. . . wrong in so many ways. It would be like a depressed Silvia, it just doesn't work.</s>
<|message|>Catherine Krause
Catherine - Firtu Cardinali Incaarnano Cafe Zepelli.
"Random selection is fine with me." Catherine said before her expression changed into a more serious one. "Of course, we're going to have to find a way to ensure that the selection is fair - with what we can do, I wouldn't put it past any of you to try and tilt the odds in your favour."
Of course, being a magical girl meant that you, naturally, could use magic. Who knew what kind of tricks they could try to pull in order to ensure they got their favourite genre? Surely, the stakes of a contest of magical skill between magical girls were high.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica smiled at the two girls. She pondered what to make them to eat before deciding it best to ask what they would like, instead.
"Alright, is there anything you would prefer?" Jessica asked, before adding, "Hopefully nothing too fancy." She paused, then struck by recollection, "Oh, while I have your attention. Are we still on for patrol tonight?"</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
Jasmine answered "whatever is easier for you, I don't want to be too much trouble." One side effect of having grown up with on;y his mother, was that he learned (via guilt) to not be picky about food made for him by others. Hell, he could even eat something he hated a lot (like pears) and look like he enjoyed it. "And if you two are still up for it, then I am. I'm not sure if I've said this, but outside of you guys and school, I don't really have a social life, so my schedule is pretty consistent"</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
This time, Sam didn't even bother looking up. "I don't mind, just as long as it's good," she muttered. She turned another page of her book. "And of course I'm still on for patrol. Wouldn't miss it." Of course she wouldn't miss it. It wasn't like she had anything else to do.</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren jumped in reaction to the three arrows. Though surprised, her reaction time was enough to keep up with their flight, and if there was one thing she was proud of, it was how fast she could summon her shields. Almost immediately, the targets of the bows were protected from the arrows by small head-sized bucklers.
"Well, I don't have any tricks, but I do my best with the one I have," said Seren serenely.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Rooftop Above Municipio XIII
"Have you ever-" Annie's sentence cut off and her eyes searched the horizon for something. It was like a scent at first, then she trained her eyes which began to glow.
"Errors," she told Seren in a voice that wasn't all her own. She was the Hunter now. And she was on the trail of her prey. "Let's go," she said efficiently, stepping to the edge of the rooftop. The Gravity Card was in her hand and she reached for Seren's hand with the other so they could reach the ground safely together and begin hunting.</s>
<|message|>Adalina Corvi
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano
Cafe Zepelli
Adalina raised an eyebrow at Catherine's obvious distrust towards the random selection.
"Now now Catherine, I hope you don't really think I would do something as unjust as cheating in a game of luck by using magical powers, especially when it is only about the movie we're going to watch this evening. Not that I could do something like that anyway, without making it obvious. I really thought you would trust your leader a bit more.....what a pity."
She knew that Cath most likely had not meant anything with her statement, but even so, as the veteran member of the group and pillar of justice, she demanded at least some respect, especially when it came to things that weren't just at all. Reminding them now and then that they had to be able to trust each other blindly wouldn't hurt and since there was the very real possibility that they would lose one member at some point, it was better if they could spend the time together without any doubts.
"Well, since Horror, Action and Comedy are the ones we want the most, we should only select between these categories. So, does anyone have a dice or something else we could use to get a random result?"</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren frowned a bit as the tone of Annie's voice changed. It was unnerving, to say the least. But right now, there were more pressing matters.
"Errors," repeated Seren, following after Annie. She immediately summoned two large tower shields that were wide and tall enough to cover her entire body. She held them readily at her sides, just in case. She stayed behind Annie, but she would rather she be in front, since her shields could protect her in case of a sudden attack, however, Annie was the one who could sense the Errors.
"Should we get the others for this, or we'll deal with it ourselves?" she asked.</s>
| <|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Streets of Municipio XIII
"The pack? There's no time. We must hurry." Landing lightly on the ground, Annie moved swiftly forward with Seren. She was the wolf, moving with her pack.</s> |
<|description|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Age:
13
Appearance:
Blonde hair tied into a ponytail with a white bow-tie. She has clear blue eyes and a heart shaped face and large eyes. Her Magical Girl attire is a white and blue-trimmed tunic with a thin golden heart emblazoned on the center. Her outfit is sleeveless and she wears white arm-length gloves with golden bracers, silver hand guards, and a ring on each middle finger. She has a short golden cape that covers her shoulders and comes with a hood and with her personal 'coat-of-arms' emblazoned on it: two hands crossing together to form a pair of blue wings with a white shield at their center; wears white pants covered at the sides and back by a plain long skirt. The skirt itself parts in the middle, opening up space for her legs to move. Her Focus is embedded into the outfits chest area.
Nationality: Welsh
Personality:
She's usually timid and shy and rarely likes to bring attention to herself. Often times, people even forget that she's there - not that she minds. Her belief is that she's most useful being in support, and as such it's not her job to be noticed. She's a hard worker in everything that she does. Very mature for her age, she always tries to think things through before acting - although this trait is hampered by inexperience and childish temperaments. Once, however, you do something that greatly displeases her, expect a stern scolding and a lecture. Even adults are subject to this, much to their bemusement. She rarely gets angry, and if she does she does not stay that way for long. Seren when it comes to other people is shy, but genuinely cares for their well-being, even those of people that she doesn't know. If you need a shoulder to cry on or person to listen to, then Seren would gladly show up.
Biography:
Seren is a bit more fortunate than other Magical Girls. Her family is complete and her daily life is relatively happy. What pushed her into becoming a Magical Girl was her death.
In hindsight, perhaps she was not that fortunate.
Her encounter with an Error happened little more than three years ago. She was separated from her parents, lost and tired. That was when the Error appeared. It was impossible for a Magical Girl to fight one without transforming, and they had enhanced capabilities beyond normal, so what more could a regular 9 year old do? Nothing much except to roll over and die. The error obliterated one whole side of her body, and she was definitely dead . . . except, she did not die.
It was a team of Magical Girls, who upheld ideals of the most classic vein: fighting to protect people, treasuring smiles, and giving it their all. One of them possessed healing abilities that reached the pinnacle of a Magical Girls abilities. Seren woke up to the sight of them fighting the Error and her healer looking down at her with a smile as she explained the situation. As a girl that was already a firm lover of fairy tale ideals, the sight of these girls drew unrivaled admiration. When she was told that she had the same potential as them, she of course asked to become one immediately. It was a quick decision, aided by her hero worship at the time and her innate sense or responsibility.
Since then, Seren has done her best to uphold her ideals of protecting people and being a defender of everyone's smiles. It's a slow process, and she was noted to be absolutely terrible at offense, but she tries anyway. To her, it's not so much as power but more on what you can do with it.
Experience Level: Upper Greenhorn
Skills:
Finding good choke points, kiting, excellent at crowd control and over all is very good at defensive and retreating strategies. Her skill set is all tailored to defense. Personal skills involve cooking, cleaning, studying and singing. She can play the piano too. Seren's good at budgeting as well.
Magical Power:
Shields! Currently, she is only able to summon a set number of shields. The number grows or lessens depending on the size and strength of the shields she summons. They have no special attributes other than taking a lot of damage before breaking. Her summoning speed is of note though, as they appear as soon as she thinks of them and apparently have little drain on her. She has no abilities yet.</s>
<|message|>Catherine Krause
Catherine - Firtu Cardinali Incaarnano Cafe Zepelli.
"Random selection is fine with me." Catherine said before her expression changed into a more serious one. "Of course, we're going to have to find a way to ensure that the selection is fair - with what we can do, I wouldn't put it past any of you to try and tilt the odds in your favour."
Of course, being a magical girl meant that you, naturally, could use magic. Who knew what kind of tricks they could try to pull in order to ensure they got their favourite genre? Surely, the stakes of a contest of magical skill between magical girls were high.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica smiled at the two girls. She pondered what to make them to eat before deciding it best to ask what they would like, instead.
"Alright, is there anything you would prefer?" Jessica asked, before adding, "Hopefully nothing too fancy." She paused, then struck by recollection, "Oh, while I have your attention. Are we still on for patrol tonight?"</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
Jasmine answered "whatever is easier for you, I don't want to be too much trouble." One side effect of having grown up with on;y his mother, was that he learned (via guilt) to not be picky about food made for him by others. Hell, he could even eat something he hated a lot (like pears) and look like he enjoyed it. "And if you two are still up for it, then I am. I'm not sure if I've said this, but outside of you guys and school, I don't really have a social life, so my schedule is pretty consistent"</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
This time, Sam didn't even bother looking up. "I don't mind, just as long as it's good," she muttered. She turned another page of her book. "And of course I'm still on for patrol. Wouldn't miss it." Of course she wouldn't miss it. It wasn't like she had anything else to do.</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren jumped in reaction to the three arrows. Though surprised, her reaction time was enough to keep up with their flight, and if there was one thing she was proud of, it was how fast she could summon her shields. Almost immediately, the targets of the bows were protected from the arrows by small head-sized bucklers.
"Well, I don't have any tricks, but I do my best with the one I have," said Seren serenely.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Rooftop Above Municipio XIII
"Have you ever-" Annie's sentence cut off and her eyes searched the horizon for something. It was like a scent at first, then she trained her eyes which began to glow.
"Errors," she told Seren in a voice that wasn't all her own. She was the Hunter now. And she was on the trail of her prey. "Let's go," she said efficiently, stepping to the edge of the rooftop. The Gravity Card was in her hand and she reached for Seren's hand with the other so they could reach the ground safely together and begin hunting.</s>
<|message|>Adalina Corvi
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano
Cafe Zepelli
Adalina raised an eyebrow at Catherine's obvious distrust towards the random selection.
"Now now Catherine, I hope you don't really think I would do something as unjust as cheating in a game of luck by using magical powers, especially when it is only about the movie we're going to watch this evening. Not that I could do something like that anyway, without making it obvious. I really thought you would trust your leader a bit more.....what a pity."
She knew that Cath most likely had not meant anything with her statement, but even so, as the veteran member of the group and pillar of justice, she demanded at least some respect, especially when it came to things that weren't just at all. Reminding them now and then that they had to be able to trust each other blindly wouldn't hurt and since there was the very real possibility that they would lose one member at some point, it was better if they could spend the time together without any doubts.
"Well, since Horror, Action and Comedy are the ones we want the most, we should only select between these categories. So, does anyone have a dice or something else we could use to get a random result?"</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren frowned a bit as the tone of Annie's voice changed. It was unnerving, to say the least. But right now, there were more pressing matters.
"Errors," repeated Seren, following after Annie. She immediately summoned two large tower shields that were wide and tall enough to cover her entire body. She held them readily at her sides, just in case. She stayed behind Annie, but she would rather she be in front, since her shields could protect her in case of a sudden attack, however, Annie was the one who could sense the Errors.
"Should we get the others for this, or we'll deal with it ourselves?" she asked.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Streets of Municipio XIII
"The pack? There's no time. We must hurry." Landing lightly on the ground, Annie moved swiftly forward with Seren. She was the wolf, moving with her pack.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
Jessica made a mental note that they didn't seem very picky. Maybe sandwiches would do?
Talking to the both of them as she made her way towards the small kitchen, Jessica asked, "Would you be alright with a sandwich then? If so what do you want on them?" Sandwiches were a simple fix anyway, and it was easy to make them to anyone's taste, but at the same time, you could never tell what someone wanted on them unless you knew them well or asked beforehand.</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
A sandwich huh? Jasmine was a little surprised at first that her apparently rich teammate was going to fix something so simple, but she didn't voice that surprise. "A sandwich is fine. It also doesn't matter what kind; I'll eat anything put between to pieces of bread as long as it's edible." Which was far more true then it should have been
Something interesting of note, was that while Jasmine was good at blending into most environments (both in part due to The Cufflinks and her acting ability) there was one major exception; a normal girl. Maybe it was because she hated this form, or because she was trying too hard, but she sometimes came off as awkward. "So...um. Somethings that the girls at my school got me thinking about boys; either of you have a type?" She asked. 'That...that's a normal thing for a girl to ask...right?' She hoped</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
"I'd like ham and cheese, please," Sam called to Jessica without lifting her face even a fraction from her book. However, when Jasmine mentioned boys, Sam looked at the other girl with a scrunched up expression, her nose wrinkled up as if she'd eaten something vile. "I don't like boys," she muttered. "All the boys at my old school were nasty and mean. They used to bully all the girls because they thought they could get away with it. I'm happy I don't have to deal with that anymore." She then looked back at her page. "So no, I don't have a type. I don't care about that kind of romance stuff anyway. Only stupid people would get boyfriends at our age." There was a slight bitterness in her tone as she recalled Lucy, her old friend who had abandoned all her companions for some boy. No way would she ever be like that. No way.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
The Streets of Municipio XIII
Annie moves lightly on her feet, pushing the girls through the Roman streets as fast as she can. As they narrow in on the target, they catch only glimpses of the monster's shadow flying through narrow streets. "Do you see it?" Annie points ahead of them. "We need to split up and cut it off before we loose it's trail or it attacks someone."</s>
<|message|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano: Cafe Zepelli
Caligetta shrugged at the girl's request.
"I have nothing. Never really have had time for gambling anyways. Why play games of luck when you could play games of skill?" she said to no one in particular, in between sips of coffee.</s>
<|message|>Hua Tsing
Hua Tsing- Virtù Cardinali Incarnano
Cafe Zepelli
"I don't care anything like that around. How about we get something on the way home?" It would probably be pretty simple to just buy a dice or something like that. She didn't carry one around with her all the time, that'd be weird and unneccesary. However, that did give her an idea that may just work.
"There may be something on one of our phones. I had a flip phone a long, long time ago that had a program like that."</s>
| <|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
"Yes, I can see them," said Seren. She bit her lip in apprehension. When Annie recommended they split up, she wanted to protest, but she had a point; that was the better option and in any case, Seren can and should be able to handle herself. There was no room for being weak in the group, it would just become a bother for everyone involved.
She nodded her head. "All right, I will cut it off from the front, and you chase after from the back," she said. "I have a way of reaching it faster, and you can direct the way it goes with your bolts."</s> |
<|description|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Age:
13
Appearance:
Blonde hair tied into a ponytail with a white bow-tie. She has clear blue eyes and a heart shaped face and large eyes. Her Magical Girl attire is a white and blue-trimmed tunic with a thin golden heart emblazoned on the center. Her outfit is sleeveless and she wears white arm-length gloves with golden bracers, silver hand guards, and a ring on each middle finger. She has a short golden cape that covers her shoulders and comes with a hood and with her personal 'coat-of-arms' emblazoned on it: two hands crossing together to form a pair of blue wings with a white shield at their center; wears white pants covered at the sides and back by a plain long skirt. The skirt itself parts in the middle, opening up space for her legs to move. Her Focus is embedded into the outfits chest area.
Nationality: Welsh
Personality:
She's usually timid and shy and rarely likes to bring attention to herself. Often times, people even forget that she's there - not that she minds. Her belief is that she's most useful being in support, and as such it's not her job to be noticed. She's a hard worker in everything that she does. Very mature for her age, she always tries to think things through before acting - although this trait is hampered by inexperience and childish temperaments. Once, however, you do something that greatly displeases her, expect a stern scolding and a lecture. Even adults are subject to this, much to their bemusement. She rarely gets angry, and if she does she does not stay that way for long. Seren when it comes to other people is shy, but genuinely cares for their well-being, even those of people that she doesn't know. If you need a shoulder to cry on or person to listen to, then Seren would gladly show up.
Biography:
Seren is a bit more fortunate than other Magical Girls. Her family is complete and her daily life is relatively happy. What pushed her into becoming a Magical Girl was her death.
In hindsight, perhaps she was not that fortunate.
Her encounter with an Error happened little more than three years ago. She was separated from her parents, lost and tired. That was when the Error appeared. It was impossible for a Magical Girl to fight one without transforming, and they had enhanced capabilities beyond normal, so what more could a regular 9 year old do? Nothing much except to roll over and die. The error obliterated one whole side of her body, and she was definitely dead . . . except, she did not die.
It was a team of Magical Girls, who upheld ideals of the most classic vein: fighting to protect people, treasuring smiles, and giving it their all. One of them possessed healing abilities that reached the pinnacle of a Magical Girls abilities. Seren woke up to the sight of them fighting the Error and her healer looking down at her with a smile as she explained the situation. As a girl that was already a firm lover of fairy tale ideals, the sight of these girls drew unrivaled admiration. When she was told that she had the same potential as them, she of course asked to become one immediately. It was a quick decision, aided by her hero worship at the time and her innate sense or responsibility.
Since then, Seren has done her best to uphold her ideals of protecting people and being a defender of everyone's smiles. It's a slow process, and she was noted to be absolutely terrible at offense, but she tries anyway. To her, it's not so much as power but more on what you can do with it.
Experience Level: Upper Greenhorn
Skills:
Finding good choke points, kiting, excellent at crowd control and over all is very good at defensive and retreating strategies. Her skill set is all tailored to defense. Personal skills involve cooking, cleaning, studying and singing. She can play the piano too. Seren's good at budgeting as well.
Magical Power:
Shields! Currently, she is only able to summon a set number of shields. The number grows or lessens depending on the size and strength of the shields she summons. They have no special attributes other than taking a lot of damage before breaking. Her summoning speed is of note though, as they appear as soon as she thinks of them and apparently have little drain on her. She has no abilities yet.</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren frowned a bit as the tone of Annie's voice changed. It was unnerving, to say the least. But right now, there were more pressing matters.
"Errors," repeated Seren, following after Annie. She immediately summoned two large tower shields that were wide and tall enough to cover her entire body. She held them readily at her sides, just in case. She stayed behind Annie, but she would rather she be in front, since her shields could protect her in case of a sudden attack, however, Annie was the one who could sense the Errors.
"Should we get the others for this, or we'll deal with it ourselves?" she asked.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Streets of Municipio XIII
"The pack? There's no time. We must hurry." Landing lightly on the ground, Annie moved swiftly forward with Seren. She was the wolf, moving with her pack.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
Jessica made a mental note that they didn't seem very picky. Maybe sandwiches would do?
Talking to the both of them as she made her way towards the small kitchen, Jessica asked, "Would you be alright with a sandwich then? If so what do you want on them?" Sandwiches were a simple fix anyway, and it was easy to make them to anyone's taste, but at the same time, you could never tell what someone wanted on them unless you knew them well or asked beforehand.</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
A sandwich huh? Jasmine was a little surprised at first that her apparently rich teammate was going to fix something so simple, but she didn't voice that surprise. "A sandwich is fine. It also doesn't matter what kind; I'll eat anything put between to pieces of bread as long as it's edible." Which was far more true then it should have been
Something interesting of note, was that while Jasmine was good at blending into most environments (both in part due to The Cufflinks and her acting ability) there was one major exception; a normal girl. Maybe it was because she hated this form, or because she was trying too hard, but she sometimes came off as awkward. "So...um. Somethings that the girls at my school got me thinking about boys; either of you have a type?" She asked. 'That...that's a normal thing for a girl to ask...right?' She hoped</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
"I'd like ham and cheese, please," Sam called to Jessica without lifting her face even a fraction from her book. However, when Jasmine mentioned boys, Sam looked at the other girl with a scrunched up expression, her nose wrinkled up as if she'd eaten something vile. "I don't like boys," she muttered. "All the boys at my old school were nasty and mean. They used to bully all the girls because they thought they could get away with it. I'm happy I don't have to deal with that anymore." She then looked back at her page. "So no, I don't have a type. I don't care about that kind of romance stuff anyway. Only stupid people would get boyfriends at our age." There was a slight bitterness in her tone as she recalled Lucy, her old friend who had abandoned all her companions for some boy. No way would she ever be like that. No way.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
The Streets of Municipio XIII
Annie moves lightly on her feet, pushing the girls through the Roman streets as fast as she can. As they narrow in on the target, they catch only glimpses of the monster's shadow flying through narrow streets. "Do you see it?" Annie points ahead of them. "We need to split up and cut it off before we loose it's trail or it attacks someone."</s>
<|message|>Caligetta Cavallerizzo
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano: Cafe Zepelli
Caligetta shrugged at the girl's request.
"I have nothing. Never really have had time for gambling anyways. Why play games of luck when you could play games of skill?" she said to no one in particular, in between sips of coffee.</s>
<|message|>Hua Tsing
Hua Tsing- Virtù Cardinali Incarnano
Cafe Zepelli
"I don't care anything like that around. How about we get something on the way home?" It would probably be pretty simple to just buy a dice or something like that. She didn't carry one around with her all the time, that'd be weird and unneccesary. However, that did give her an idea that may just work.
"There may be something on one of our phones. I had a flip phone a long, long time ago that had a program like that."</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
"Yes, I can see them," said Seren. She bit her lip in apprehension. When Annie recommended they split up, she wanted to protest, but she had a point; that was the better option and in any case, Seren can and should be able to handle herself. There was no room for being weak in the group, it would just become a bother for everyone involved.
She nodded her head. "All right, I will cut it off from the front, and you chase after from the back," she said. "I have a way of reaching it faster, and you can direct the way it goes with your bolts."</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Streets of Municipal XIII
Annie nodded curtly and was gone to do her work. She raced down the street as fast as she could now, pushing the wolf to a sprint. The gap narrowed after two more turns in the street and then Seren was there.
The Error saw the other Magical Girl first, of course, and reared back in a cry of fury. With each beat of its wings, a shower of sharp, deadly feathers rained down on Seren. Annie did not hesitate, she pulled back her bow and let loose three arrows at once.</s>
<|message|>Jessica Sullivan
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio 5
Sandwiches, a quick easy fix, generally a good way to please everyone. Jessica went to the smallish kitchen, such are apartments, and retrieved a loaf of bread, taking four slices, two for each, she proceeded to make sandwiches for Sam and Jasmine, both ham and cheese. She put the bread, meat, and other "makings" back and returned to the living room with two plates, a sandwich atop each.
"Here you are," Jessica said as she returned with the sandwiches, handing one to Sam and the other to Jasmine. "Hmmmm...boys, I hadn't really given it much thought lately, not since I started fighting errors."</s>
<|message|>James/Jasmine Bondler
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V
'Not good, I screwed up! What else do girls talk about when they're alone!? Gah, I don't know what to do!!!' Despite her internal torment, Jasmine looked very calm on the outside "I guess that makes sense. I mean after all, trying to maintain a relationship as Magical Girls is going to be next to impossible, considering all of the secrets we'd have to keep...right?" For the most part at least. Not trusting herself to start anymore conversations, Jasmine occupied her mouth with a sandwich "It's good. Thanks Jessica"</s>
<|message|>Sam Linder
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V
Sam took the sandwich and grunted a "Thank you" to Jessica before munching down on her snatch greedily. While she was eating, she glanced at Jasmine. "Yeah, it would never work out," she said, her voice muffled due to her mouth being full of food. "Imagine if they found out what we did, eh?" She grinned as she swallowed the mouthful sandwich.</s>
<|message|>Makoto Takai
Makoto Takai- Nameless group
Warehouse Base
"Having an organized group is a big deal, huh?", Makoto muttered. "I guess, I can help you with that, Silvia" She cracked her knuckles and grinned.
"I might be an absolute greenhorn, but I do know how to get a group running, trust me. If I can get a bunch of ego-centrical, money-grubbing criminals to work together as a team, we sure as hell can make this a team, too. You can't be much worse than them."
Her confidence basically radiated from every pore of her body signalling her readiness to take action.
"Ah, by the way, Silvia, I don't know if you heard my name, I'm Makoto Takai, good to meetcha"</s>
<|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
Seren had long known that in comparison to Annie and the rest, she was lacking in everything except defense. Try as she might, it seemed her whole existence as a Magical Girl was centered around her shields. That didn't mean she was bitter, though; Seren was grateful for her abilities - it allowed her to protect others in ways that only she could. Even if that was all she could do, all it meant was that she needed to find a way to make the most out of her abilities.
Like now.
Seren leaped over Annie and practically ricocheted of the shields that were conjured in thin air. The moment she got behind the Error, a tightly packed column of shields erupted behind the it, forcing it to face Annie head-on.
This was a skill she had developed to control the direction in which Errors were moving, to force them to fight her in an area where she could win. It was also extremely useful when against multiple Errors.
"It's yours, Annie!" she exclaimed, landing neatly on a building nearby.</s>
<|message|>Annie Marie Jones
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Municipio XIII
Annie drew back and aimed as the Error bird flew as directed by Seren's shields. "Killshot," she said and let fly a blazing bolt of light from the bow when it's underside was perfectly in line. Annie said a short prayer that all error hunting would be this easy but didn't hold much hope that it would be.
The light pierces the underside of the beast and it screeches in pain. Its wings buckle and the flying creature becomes the falling creature.</s>
| <|message|>Seren Athena Belvedere
While the Error was falling, Seren encased its body in various shields. Even if it wanted to, it wouldn't be able to break out, now with its strength and certainly not from the inside. The moment the massive bulk hit the ground, the shield formation contracted, leaving everything but its head exposed.
This was another lesson that Seren quickly learned when it came to hunting Errors: double-tap. Never leave everything to chance, or else.</s> |
<|description|>Jacque Montesquieu
Alias: Orb Weaver
Age: 19
Personality: A skilled puppeteer and weaver of lies, it's hard to figure exactly what kind of person Jacque is. He's extremely good at faking emotion and is known to be rather manipulative, using his feminine appearance, silver tongue, and a loose set of morals to get whatever he wants. Jacque generally prefers to allow others to do the dirty work for him, though he's not opposed to getting his hands dirty if need be. That being said, he's smart enough to run rather than fight if he gets the chance. As far as villains go, Jacque is a bit unique in that despite being a skilled liar, he strongly believes in honoring agreements, and will carry a grudge against a deal breaker to the grave. He bears no animosity towards heroes and will even work with them if they simply ask, though he'll expect some sort of favor in return at a later date.
Powers: Slightly below peak human physical condition, 180 I.Q.
Abilities: Adept at hacking and deception, black belt in Silat martial arts
Hero Or Villain: Villain
Appearance: Click me
Crush: None
Relationship Status: None
Short Bio: As far as origins go Jacque's tale isn't particularly flashy. He's was raised in a normal neighborhood by normal parents, with the only variation between his life and your average child's being his education. Being considered a genius thanks to his I.Q., Jacque was able to blaze through his grade school years and even receive an associates degree in computer programming by the time he reached sixteen. Unfortunately for Jacque, it all bored him. The day to day humdrum of normal life was suffocating and beyond unbearable for the boy. His first crime was small: Hack a small budding company and sap them of their funds. From there the crimes escalated through the years as he finished college, and by nineteen he was taking jobs from shadier companies to technologically cripple the competition and assist in the orchestration of robberies or espionage by mobsters and other unsavory sorts of people.
Other: He keeps a pet false water cobra named Remi and lives in a two bedroom flat in the downtown area. We are YOUNG
Theme song: Spider8ite</s>
<|message|>Sarah Donner
Cassie and... Bolt? They seemed to be taking care of the drones at hand. GA's priority was people's safety. No one appeared to be around the burning gas station, putting it out would only allow the fumes to spread and possibly ignite in a bigger explosion. Turning toward the collapsing supermarket she entered the building and began assisting people. A few had been injured which her healing took care of. No one was getting out though while those things were firing at stuff outside. Things under control inside the winged hero made her way back out and up toward the drones. Wary that they could shoot her out of the air she drew her arm back as if for a punch. She was nowhere near close enough to land it until she teleported right in front of one and let loose a boosted punch to its head.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Montesquieu
Jacque whistled a jaunty tune as he bounded up the stairs of his flat. The building wasn't far from the park, in fact if he wanted to Jacque could simply step out onto his balcony and see what kind of mayhem he'd wrought by riling up the fine citizens of happy harbor. The criminal fumbled for his keys, then cursed as he dropped them. As he stooped to pick up the keys, Jacque heard a series of booming sounds in the distance. It was like thunder and yet decidedly different, especially considering the fact that the clouds above looked normal. His curiosity mounting, Jacque pulled his phone from his back pocket and prepared to check his weather app for signs of an impending storm, but instead ended up clicking his news app as it had a new notification. Jacque read quietly, his nose crinkling as he sneered with distaste, "Robots attacking the city? What is this, national mayhem day!?" he growled. With a sigh, Jacque unlocked the door and stepped inside, wondering as he walked towards the elevator whether or not the robots causing a ruckus actually served a purpose beyond just destroying things. "Y'know, the more I think about it, the more I feel as though crime as a whole is declining in quality. I hope whoever's behind this is at least taking the opportunity to rob someplace important or something." he said as he lifted the little brown box and shook it a bit.
After arriving at the elevator, it was just a short trip to the 11th floor and down the hall to the left before Jacque made it to and entered his apartment. "Daddy's home Remi. Dinner time." Jacque all but sang as he strode over to the massive plant filled terrarium that doubled as a television stand. The occupant of this tank was unable to hear Jacque, however the sudden vibrations resulted in a large scaled head to emerge from under a leaf. Jacque grabbed his snake hook from atop the television and stooped down to unlock the cage, scooting a bit to the side in case Remi came out biting. Moving with the sort of speed and fluidity forged from years of practice, Jacque unlocked the cage, opened the rat's box, opened the cage, tossed the rodent in, and closed and relocked the cage just seconds before Remi lunged out in all of his glory. The rat never even got the chance to explore the cage as eight feet of false water cobra bit down on it's face and coiled around it, chewing in venom as it did so. Jacque stood up and dusted his hands off, ignoring the squeals of pain as he walked towards his kitchen. Watching the heroes flail about could wait, for now he wanted a bite to eat.</s>
<|message|>Theodore Smith
The drones at the supermarket were occupied with shooting at the supermarket. The GA's tactic in helping people escape as well as Talon's attempt to draw their fire were working. The attack on the supermarket had stopped. The bomb Talon left shattered the drone's shell and damaged a few key components destroying the robot. As soon as GA joined by teleporting she launched a powerful superhuman punch, the drone's head shot right off but it continued to shoot. Apparently the head piece was not important.
The drone's at the gas station however had encountered far more resistance, in the form of an amazon and an electrical being. The robot whose head was torn off by Cassie continued to shoot at her, it's allies also began to fire at her. However their combat effectiveness was reduced when Bolt arrived on the scene, his electric blast sent the one robot crashing into the ground. Steam and electrical sparks fired off from the robot as it violently shook on the ground. However this was only one of four at the gas station, the remaining robots continued to shoot at Cassie and Bolt.</s>
<|message|>Josephine or Josie
Casan: Havoc In Happy Harbor
"This is getting out of-", before Casan could finish that thought an explosion went off between him and Hunter. While it would free Hunter of Casan's grasp if he survived the explosion was unknown. Casan on the other hand would survive as his symbiote form was simply broken into pieces and scattered over the area. It did not cause pain but what came next would. The puck to his surprise released, what seemed to Casan to be, bolts of lightening that struck one of the fragments of him. Despite being separate from each other all the pieces felt the effects of the shock as the heat from it burned Casan. The pieces of his symbiote form which at first appeared smooth and liquid became rough and angular like it had become a solid within seconds. "The city is under attack and I'm stuck having to handle this madman. I need to end this", he brought himself together and once again as a large mass of black tar-like liquid rushed over to take down Hunter. This time he didn't just go for the arms and legs but his entire body hoping to keep him down to tire him out.
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Josephine: Back to Work
The party was still going strong until the sounds and vibrations of explosions nearby were sensed. The nightclub fell into pure silence as everyone tried to figure out what was happening. "The city is under attack!", yelled a man within the crowd, "I'm on my phone right now and it says robots are attacking!". Everyone crowded around him to see for themselves. Once their suspicion was confirmed there was a variety in reaction. Some ran out trying to get home as fast as possible, others stayed for fear of being killed on the way home, while others still partied either out of indifference to the situation or because they wanted one last dance before they died. Sera's hallucinogen had worn off now and she looked to Josephine in fear, "Shit, what do we do?" she asked as she sat further back in their booth. "It's not safe here. My guess these people will get violent soon and you can't be anywhere near when that happens", Josephine got out of the booth and looked for the exit. "Come on, we're going to your place", she called out to Sera who followed close behind.
Once outside they realised the severity of the situation. Humanoid machines were raining down lazer fire on the city below as people ran is fear. The explosion left a pillar of smoke which could be seen from where the girls were. It was madness and she knee this couldn't have been caused by any normal individual. No it seemed her quarry had grown in number. While she suspected the "heroes" had nothing to do with this she was sure there was a metahuman behind the attacks. "Follow me, this way!", she yelled for Sera to follow and the two girls ran through the chaotic city streets dodging lasers and explosions caused by the sheer chaos going down. It took some time but eventually they arrived at Sera's apartment.
Once inside Sera sat down on the couch and switched on the tv, "Havoc in Happy Harbor as the hero team "Young Justice" fights an army of robots who have attacked the city causing a gas station to explode. The heroes have been seen combating the machine but unfortunately have been made the center of the city's anger as mobs have been seen throughout the city. When asked by our on scene reporter, Vincent Clark, members of the mob stated they are fed up with the collateral damage caused by the heroes and are saying no more to it. We'll have more information as the situation develops". Sera was infuriated, "Great, just fucking great! Not only do we have to worry about a psychopath going around killing supers but the whole city hates them too!". "The supers are a danger to the city Sera, people have a right to be angry"
"We're not all like that though!"
"No but you can be"
"You sayin' I'm like those assholes who robbed the bank earlier?!"
"No I mean that even though you aren't a danger now, things could change. And I'm not saying you specifically", that last part was a lie. Josephine did believe Sera could turn out to evil. She thought that every super had the the capacity to do wrong and so when she found one that did she executed them without hesitation. It was only by doing this that she could prevent them from continuing down their path of destruction. "Listen I need to get to my apartment, you stay inside and I'll see you soon", Josephine didn't wait for Sera's response. She dashed out the door and back into the battlefield that was Happy Harbor. Her house was still standing thankfully and she quickly got inside. "Those drones need to be taken out before I go after the ones responsible", she got into her costume and put on her mask. Once the mask was on Josephine was gone, The Pariah had taken her place. Grabbing the SWC-Volt Rifle from the closet she left her apartment and began her counterattack against the drones.
"Stun setting won't be enough to bring down those drones, she thought before setting her rifle to kill. She aimed her rifle upwards towards the first drone she saw and fired away. The shot met its mark and the drone went haywire for a moment before plummeting down towards the her. She quickly activated her hardlight shield and braced for impact. The drone hit hard but the shield was able to withstand most of the impact. However the force caused Pariah to stumble back a few feet. "The one time I'd actually ask for the heroes and they are nowhere to be found", however her frustration was put to an end as she looked up to see GA fending off the drones. "Good. Some air support"</s>
<|message|>Sarah Donner
Fantastic, she just wasted an attack. Being right in front of the robot was not an ideal place to be while it was still firing either. Dropping down she circled around to the two other drones to draw their attention. She looked for the last one but it wasn't in the sky anymore. She saw it on the ground near some woman with a shield. GA would thank her but there were more pressing matters. Having drawn the things fire she flew at level or slightly above their altitude to prevent their lasers from hitting anyone on the ground. A couple of the blasts did hit her wings. It hurt like hell but she had to finish the job. Breaking she formed small barriers in front of the robots palms. Hoping they could hold up perhaps she could disarm the drones.</s>
<|message|>Daniel R.G. Miller
As another superhuman arrived on scene Daniel began to wonder if he had jumped in to quickly. Perhaps they were just busy. Observing the drone he had just taken down with an explosive, he noticed that it stayed down. The robot who had it's head taken down however was still moving, the obvious idea hit him at light speed. "Who ever you are, take out the body! The head doesn't matter, obviously the important parts are all inside the torso!" Daniel shouted to GA through his mask, he noticed that she was blocking their hands so they couldn't attack. But he couldn't be sure that would hold them. He took the time to examine the other meta human, who was currently holding a shield and rifle. She isn't a hero is she?</s>
| <|message|>Jacque Montesquieu
Jacque sat out on his balcony with a turkey sandwich in hand as he watched the havoc being wrought on the city below. The criminal might not have been willing to admit it, but while he wasn't usually a fan of mindless chaos, it did make for a good show when one could sit on the sidelines and spectate without risk to themselves. The sounds of gunfire could be heard in the distance, likely from people either fighting off the drones or capitalizing on the disorder and mayhem. The gas station down the street seemed to be particularly lively, as evidenced by the smoke clouds that billowed up from that direction. After finishing his sandwich, Jacque stood up and brushed some crumbs from his clothing. "I wonder if someone's got a live stream of what's happening up on the internet. I gotta check it out." Jacque said to himself as he stepped inside, only to freeze and spit out a particularly colorful stream of profanity as the mentioning of the internet reminded him of his destroyed laptop. Jacque scratched the back of his head and sighed, "Guess i'll go out and steal a new one while this crap is going down. Damn I don't wanna deal with this garbage. Ah well, at least I won't have to spend money.". Jacque went into his room and grabbed his bag, mask, a collapsible baton, and his handgun along with two magazines, then exited his flat once more, sparing a passing glance at Remi's cage just as the serpent finished swallowing it's meal.
As he rode the elevator down, Jacque slipped his weapons into his coat and put on his mask, donning once more his Orb weaver persona. Once the elevator hit the bottom floor and opened, Orb weaver smirked beneath his mask, "Here's hoping those heroes are too busy to deal with lil' old me.".</s> |
<|description|>Sarah Donner
Alias: Guardian Angel
Age: 18
Personality: Sarah can actually have conflictual personalities. She honestly would prefer if people left here alone and vices versa. Being sociable was not something she grew up doing and she could be very cynical. Even with those close to her she would act sassy. But her transformation compels her to assist others. And if that requires her to act extremely outgoing and friendly then she cannot stop herself.
Powers: White magic - It can be used in a variety of different ways but the most common are for defensive purposes. Healing, barrier projection, and short range teleportation. A passive ability she has is to sense danger nearby. It is not exact but merely alerts her of danger. Sarah is still developing offensive uses but to date she can use her magic to temporarily grant herself strength and speed boosts as well as launch what appear to be imbued feathers from her own wings as bolts. Obviously her wings give her flight.
Abilities: Decent at street fighting. Her new form is a lot more athletic than her past one but does not possess any inherent superhuman skills.
Hero Or Villian: Hero (Because she has to be)
Appearance:
Crush: She still has a small crush on her old boyfriend from the gang. Her whole life has been turned upside down so she had to let him go.
Relationship Status: Single
Short Bio: Growing up in a bad side of town made life pretty tough. Street smarts were a must but it was only a matter of time before Sarah fell in with a bad crowd. The things they did were small time, petty theft and psudo-terf wars. Somebody somewhere must have been desperate because her little gang got recruited for a big job knocking off a local museum. The payoff was just too good to pass up and they would even be provided the equipment and plans to pull it off. The reality was that the people who wanted the loot needed as much distance from the crime as possible. Getting a bunch of clueless kids to do it for them made that easy.
Things went without a hitch. Everyone got out with the loot, some weird broken stone rune. Lagging behind with the loot Sarah missed the rondevu with their employer long enough to avoid getting nabbed like the rest of her gang. She did however see what happened and got away. Word quickly reached her that if the goods were not brought like promised that her friends would be killed. Things were getting too real for Sarah to deal with and she had no idea what to do. These guys clearly did not hold up to their word. What could be so important about a busted up old rock? It sort of looked like a puzzle though. Needing a break from the stress she busied herself assembling the pieces. In the back of her mind though she wanted to help her friends and it brought her back to things her mother used to tell her about guardian angels. Her friends could definitely use one now. Putting in the last piece her silent wish was granted and her days as Guardian Angel began.
Sarah's new found power came with an unusual catch. The normally rough and difficult to work with girl would spin on a dime whenever danger or something bad happened. What's more those situations were not something she could ignore. If she could help then whether she really wanted to or not she was going to help. That was probably why her reputation rose so quickly over the last year. It was almost a sixth sense and she would be there to save people. When approached by the Young Justice she immediately said yes. Those that have had the chance to really get to know here (which are very few) know that she really didn't want to join. Though she was starting to warm up to the idea many of her actions are dictated by her strange alter ego.
Theme: Send Me An Angel
Other: We are YOUNG!</s>
<|message|>Charles Damien
Charles heard Casan talk about a bank robbery and Warlock became interested. It was a while since he had seen some action and the dark powers within him wanted out. His eyes began to glow a eerie red as the coloration of his face was starting become black and white.
"I say we go and take this scum down" he said to the others</s>
<|message|>Jacque Montesquieu
The driver of the getaway van cursed silently as he watched someone run around the back of the bank and begin to levitate. For a moment he feared that he'd have to go out to confront this person, however the figure ascended to the roof of the bank and disappeared from view. He fumbled for his radio for a second and brought it to his face, "Orb Weaver, we got a super that just went topside. Just flew up like it wasn't a thing. He might've gotten in through the roof by now.". Orb weaver grimaced as he heard this and brought up his radio, "Acknowledged. Stay in position, we'll be out shorty.". The villain stuffed his radio into his pocket and turned to his cohorts just as they came out with bags filled to the brim with money, "Alright you heard the man. We got a super in the building. Capable of flight and only who knows what else, be on your guard. And for gods sake if you have to shoot, shoot to maim, not kill." he said giving a pointed look at the man next to him. With their money secured, Orb Weaver and his group cautiously exited the vault room, stepping over the two dead guards with their weapons raised and ready as they slowly started to make their way towards the exit.</s>
<|message|>"Venator" Hunter
Hunter had been enjoying a nice nap in one of the upper class districts of the city. He had chosen to stop at a shopping mall, and fell asleep on the edge of a pond outside in the courtyard. As passers-by went about their shopping, a couple pointed and stared at him. He had been wearing a tattered old sheet to keep the cold away, and appeared to be very much like a homeless man. He even looked the part, as his form looked weak and pathetic crumpled on the ground. Of course, the image of the facility mattered to the staff, and so his nap was soon interrupted.
"Sir, you cannot sleep here" A voice suddenly came to him, interrupting his dreams. He hated waking up. Opening one eye, Hunter looked up to see a security guard standing over him. The man was rather portly, and from his tone appeared to be on a power trip. A mall cop, an amusing form of human that thought it was all-powerful because it had control over one tiny section of mall. As if on cue, the man started to back up once he saw the color of Hunter's eye. Bright red was not a normal color for a normal person, and clearly disturbed the man.
"Go fuck yourself" he grumbled to the security guard before turning over and closing his eyes again. Apparently, the statement had pushed the guard over the edge, and soon he felt a boot impacting his back. He let out a grunt from the impact, before growling in a deep, unnatural way. It was animalistic, and clearly disturbed those observing the altercation. Hunter started to get up, causing his rag to fall off. It revealed a very strong young man who was also quite tall. He wore a uniform of some kind, although it could not be linked to any distinct organization or group. Both of his red eyes now glared daggers at the mall cop, and he let loose a snarl. This caused a couple of things to happen.
The guard, now completely frightened, pulled out a can of pepper spray, and aimed it at Hunter's face. However, he never got to spray it at his target, as Hunter had already grabbed the man's head. With a heave, the chubby officer was sent flying into a nearby wall on the edge of the courtyard. At that time, the bystanders began running away. However, before anyone could react, he ran after the thrown guard. The man had just gotten back up, but didn't have time to react before Hunter began ruthlessly beating the shit out of him. It eventually became bloody, as the metal arms that Hunter had began to do serious damage. He had a vicious grin on his face as he beat up the guard, and he felt his rage and anger being channeled through his fists and into the guard's face.
By the time he was done a few minutes later, the guard was nothing more than a bloody pile of broken bones and bruised tissue. Hunter walked away from the scene as he began to hear sirens in the distance. It wasn't that he was afraid of the legal ramifications of what he had done, it was more that he hated dealing with police officers. Then again, it didn't mean much. He hated everything.</s>
<|message|>Sarah Donner
"Yes I agree." Sarah was ready to go. There was a job to do and she was always raring to go it seemed. She never even took a break even when people told her she should. Many a time she wanted a break but that damn Guardian Angel would just push her. The others seemed to think that her 'dedication' was a little on the crazy side. She agreed.
Walking over to the hanger she opened it up and turned back. "Anyone need a lift?" So demeaning. Practically a slave in her own body. If she could call it her body. It changed pretty significantly that night. She had tried to do some research on what that rune was but wasn't coming up with much. Maybe she should ask Warlock for help. He was knowledgeable in the arcane arts. That might require explaining a few things though that she tried to keep to herself.</s>
<|message|>John Doyle
John aka TK
John heard the voice of what sounded like their leader a ways a way. He grinned. Here was his chance. He'd see who this guy was and then, he'd steal some of the money if he liked the guy, or all of it if he didn't. He opened the door and stepped out, right into the line of sight of a group of men exiting the vault room. He grinned. "Hello fellas. Now which one of you is in charge of this robbery thing?" He asked, slowly raising his hands in a gesture that looked peaceful, but was actually meant so that he could use his powers if he needed.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Montesquieu
"Hello fellas. Now which one of you is in charge of this robbery thing?", Orb Weaver stood straight up as John stepped into view of him and his group. In a flash, all four men had their weapons raised, ready to fire if they had to, however no one pulled their triggers quite yet. Orb Weaver's eyes narrowed a bit as he looked at the young man before him, John hadn't just flat out engaged the group, which could possibly be a good sign, perhaps he could charm his way out of a fight. "I suppose you could say i'm the one in charge of this merry band of misfits. Well, for now at least." he stated as he pointed the barrel of his gun to the floor. The rest of the group kept their weapons pointed at John, Orb weaver did not reprimand them for it as complete trust in a stranger was a fool's gambit. Taking a moment to glance behind himself and his team to ensure they weren't being snuck up on, Orb weaver then cocked his head to the side a bit, "You look a bit young to be a guard, so i'm guessing that means you're the super I was warned about earlier. I guess the question now is whether or not you're here to stop me.". "We ain't got time for this Orb weaver, let's just cap 'im and go!" One of the shot gun wielders hissed as he began to tighten his grip on the weapon.
Orb weaver's arm shot out like a blur as he grabed the front of the weapon and forced the barrel to point towards the ground, he gave his comrade a sharp glare that was ultimately lost due to his mask before returning attention to John, "Apologies. This bunch can be a bit twitchy.". Orb weaver kept his tone polite and somewhat business like as he addressed John, though there was still some underlying tension due to both the rapidly decreasing window of time and the fact that he was unaware of John's motives.</s>
<|message|>John Doyle
John aka Torch
John grinned as the man who had stepped forward as the leader forced on of his three lackey's gun towards the ground. "I like you. Which is why I'm going to give you a choice," John said as he whipped his hands towards the ground, releasing a wave of telekinetic energy towards the three minions. They went flying, hitting the wall and dropping the bags filled with money. "You can end up like that, or you can let me take two of those bags and we both get out of here alive and without those stylish metal bracelets known as handcuffs," John said arrogantly, confident that the man wouldn't shoot.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Montesquieu
Orb weaver cocked his head to the side as John delivered his ultimatum. The men behind him groaned as they tried to get their bearings, however their injuries meant little to the man. "Two bags? That's a mighty steep price there my friend." Orb weaver began as he adjusted his own bag, "See, here's the thing. I was hired to do this, meaning that the money in those bags isn't mine to give. It'd be unprofessional of me to fork over the money I was told to steal and try to keep my own cut as well. In fact i'm sure i'd be dead in a gutter by sunset if I tried that." he said. Orb weaver scratched the back of his head as he thought of a way to solve the issue without fighting, then, inspiration struck. The villain snapped his fingers and grinned beneath his mask, "How 'bout this? Given that display you put on you must be a telepath. There's still plenty of money in that vault, if you're able to carry out the equivalent of two duffel bags worth of cash, you can ride with us to our rendezvous point and that money is yours. In addition i'll even split half of my personal cut with you. Parting with a portion of my pay is so much easier than losing my reputation and life after all. So what do you think, that fair for you?".
Orb weaver may not have betrayed it in his tone, but he was growing slightly anxious. A super hero was already a tricky thing to deal with, but a super that was self serving could be infinitely more risky to deal with. Whatever happened next needed to occur fast.</s>
| <|message|>Sarah Donner
Everyone was taking too long to respond to GA's (Guardian Angel) offer. "Come on guys. They'll be in Gotham by the time you get out there." A complete exaggeration but still fun. Turning and pushing off the ground her wings lifted her into the air and out toward Happy Harbor. She was on a mission and wasted no time getting there. Flight made the trip so much faster. Were not something going on she would have enjoyed the freedom of soaring through the air.
The flashing lights and cop cars made the bank and easy find. Buzzing the location at a distance she could see that there was one out back in a car. Probably the getaway. Coming around so that she was out of sight she folded her wings and swooped down. With a few yards to go she opened her wings and slowed her decent, landing next to the car. "Hello there." Pulling the door open she grabbed the man inside before he could react and they both teleported out leaving a running car, his gun, and radio. They didn't go far but surprise gave her the upper hand. When they blinked back GA was carrying him in the air. "Now that I have your attention I think you have a date with the authorities." Wrapping around the building she dropped the man off in front of the cops and made her way up to the roof which appeared to have already been broke into. That made things easier.</s> |
<|description|>Alurat, the Rune Maker
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Equipment:
Magic: Flesh Runes
-Two "Wing Runes" on his back, which grant him the ability to fly on ethereal wings.
-One "Armor Rune" on his back and one on his chest, which defend him from being pierced within the area of the rune.
-One "Strength Rune" on each shoulder which amplifies the strength of his arms.
-One "Life Rune" which allows him to sense living presences, on his forehead.
-One "Vault Rune" on his stomach which allows him to magical store objects, converting them into script.
-One "Lightning Rune" which imbues his right hand with the power of lightning.
Bio: Alurat is the product of human ambition and elven magical affinity. He was born in a city dedicated to the pursuit of magical knowledge, and bot his father and mother were spell casters. As he grew up he realized that in a city of magic users his talents didn't stand out, and so he sought a field very rarely delved into. Rune magic. There were many mysteries in rune magic, most of which the obscurity of the field left unanswered even in a city which focused on knowledge, and so Alurat sought to find those answers himself and become a master of the rarest type of power. He quested after and gained knowledge of ancient scripts and languages from across the realm, and after experimenting with his newly found powers of rune magic he took an extreme path.
He began painting runes into his flesh, turning his body into the canvas for potent magical forces and discovering new ways to harness runic energies. Although his first attempts were merely on the surface of the skin, after he became confident in his skills he began to tattoo the runes deep into his skin where their magic would remain indefinitely. Now he scours the land for new spells and effects he can add to the canvas of his flesh. This is what has brought him to Tremshire, rumors of the beast have piqued his interest and he wishes to learn how to harness its power in the form of runes to enhance his body further.</s>
<|message|>Samuel Redmane or Samuel Redtail-Lionsmane
Samuel walked up the path to Fort Goldface. This is where the adventurers are supposed to meet? Well, better go inside. As he walked up to the fort, he wondered how much money the reward was for defeating this creature. He hoped it would be enough to sustain his family for a decent while.
He walked inside the fort, and instantly noticed the other adventurers. He glanced over them for a few seconds, and walked up next to
them. While facing the noble, he said "Hello. My name is Samuel Redmane. I am here for the...err...job?"</s>
<|message|>Ivan Rischter, The Victor's Hand
The advisors wrote Alurat's name as soon as they heard it. The noble answered his questions. "Once the quest is done, you will receive 10 bags of gold, worth a thousand each. And any item you may have acquried whilst doing the quest is yours.", he said. Then, the noble opened a small book, flipped a few pages and answered Alurat's second question. "According to records, there are to be seven of you who answered the call. So I believe you will be in a group of seven.", othe noble said.
Then, another man entered the fort. He spoke up his name, and said that he was there for the job. The advisors wrote his name at the scroll. Then, one of the advisors, signaled him the number two. The noble nodded, and observed Samuel. "Tell me, Samuel. What is your race exactly?", the noble asked.</s>
<|message|>Sophia Pax
Sophia looks around at the individuals who dared to take the mission in the ember peaks. She did not know if these people were going to be rivals for the reward or willing companions. As long as she completed this mission, it wouldn't really matter. She tried to observe everything about the people around her from their weapons and armor, to their temperament and hairstyle. They were all interesting in their own unique way. When the noble answered the question about what the reward was, She could not be help but smile. It was a good amount but the way the noble worded it was funny. Whatever she find along the way was hers to keep. So, if she happened to stumble upon a gem in a noble's pocket, it was hers to keep. She knew it did not work like that but it was an amusing thought. She said nothing to anyone and she stepped back to be closer to the edge of the group.</s>
<|message|>Samuel Redmane or Samuel Redtail-Lionsmane
Samuel overheard the reward. Ten thousand gold? That was a great reward! Also, the 'anything you find' rule was interesting. Then he heard the noble. "I am half Fiern, Half Vix."</s>
<|message|>Berthellemy Rainaldus
Fort Goldface
Berthellemy rushed inside the fort! He thought for sure he was going to be too late, but as god would have it, he made it in time! He put his cross to his chest and prayed silently while looking for those who he would be a companion to. Sure enough, they stood out like sore thumbs, they were pretty easy to spot and find. So, with haste, he went towards them.
"I hope you forgive me, It took a little longer to get here then I had assumed", he spoke to anyone who was willing to listen, or at least acknowledge he was now here and will be assisting them. What he told them was the truth, and he had overestimated his own body. He had no idea such a long journey would have put such a large toll on him! However, now that he was here he was hoping he could rest for at least an hour or so, he wanted to rejuvenate himself beginning the most dangerous expedition he had ever been on. He wanted to be at least somewhat prepared.</s>
<|message|>Ivan Rischter, The Victor's Hand
"A mixture of Vix and Fiern. How interesting.", the noble said. It was not very usual to see a mixture of races in Tremshire, since most of the population there come from large clans of races and such.
Then, another guy came into the fort. He carried a cross, which seemed to be metallic. He apologized for arriving late, when he was just in time. The noble looked at him and said, "Do not apologize, priest.", the noble said as he assumed that Berthellemy was some kind of priest. "You are joining this quest, aren't you? If you are then I require your name.", the noble said.</s>
<|message|>Caelyn Dan'Thur
Caelyn crested the hill and saw the smoke rising from hearths at Fort Goldface. "Remind meself to be askin' about that name." Caelyn said aloud. Followed immediately with "Self, the name, yer needin' to ask them about it." Caelyn let out a booming laugh. Birds flew off in the field to perch somewhere more peaceful. They might have thought a musket had fired with his hearty laugh. Caelyn had been doing this a lot lately. Making conversation with the only person he knew the last 5 months of his journey. Short of an innkeep here and there, and a barmaid, he had no acquaintances. Reflecting on that only made his already short stride a little longer. He hurried with conviction, and saw the line of people forming up to join in on this quest.
"Waaaiit!! Do no' be forgettin' about me. The most important man on this mission." He glanced around and saw one man in heavily cladded armor and thought almost the only man on this misson.
"State your name for the log." The nobleman added with and exaggerated eye-roll. "Caelyn Dan'Thur at yer service." He bowed with a toothy grin. "I'm 'ere to be slayin' yer beastie ye got up there. Oh! That is remindin' me! Why name this place Goldface? Seems kinda silly."
"Please wait over there while we wait for the others to arrive." The nobleman obviously avoided the question, and it made Caelyn laugh. But only a mild boom, he was in the presence of nobility of course. Caelyn moved to join the others.</s>
<|message|>Berthellemy Rainaldus
Berthellemy was happy someone was already listening to him. The man asked for his name. He guessed the man was taking roll of some kind, just to make sure everyone who was supposed to be here was here, probably. "My name is Berthellemy sir, Berthellemy Rainaldus. Pleasure to make your acquiantance." Berthellemy had no idea if the man taking names was part of their journey or not, but either way he wanted to be police and hopefully became friends with the man. If he so wanted, anyways.</s>
<|message|>Samuel Redmane or Samuel Redtail-Lionsmane
Samuel sat down and stared at the other members of the party. Eh, not bad. Better than the slum-dwellers back home, that's for sure. Home. He needed to take his mind off it. He pulled the Swordpike from his back and started polishing the blades carefully.</s>
<|message|>Ivan Rischter, The Victor's Hand
The advisors of the noble wrote down Berthellemy's name as he said it. "Very well. Since there are seven of you, I assume that all of you are complete." He signaled the soldier near the door, who then nodded at him. "Before you leave on this quest, you should feast." Servants then, came in. They quicly assembled tables of food and beverages before the adventurers. "I shall take my leave.", the noble said, "Good luck, brave adventurers." The servants then left the fort, then the noble and his advisors. The gold that was counted by the treasurers were brought with them in bags. The carriage had left. The adventurers were left alone, with tables filled with food ranging from the classic roasted meat to fine, high-tier meals.
Ivan immediately took the nearest ale he could reach, slightly removed his helm to reveal his mouth, and started to the chug down what he held as he grabbed two more bottles and strapped them to his waist. Drinking alcohol was not his habit but he has been used to them due to the so many victory celebrations he has been to. One could see his enjoyment as he slowly drank the ale to fully experience its rich taste.</s>
<|message|>Alurat, the Rune Maker
The feast laid out for them was bountiful indeed, but Alurat was not particularly hungry nor was he prone to over indulgence. Instead of taking advantage of the food, he surveyed his companions. The relaxed attitude of the one partaking of the ale had made him seem to be the most confident in his abilities, and dulling his senses before their quest agreed with that assessment. Alurat decided that he should probably speak to him now, to take his measure before their group confronted any real danger. Picking up a glass of chilled fruit juice, he approached the warrior.
"You arrived before me, so I did not catch your name, warrior," he said, implying a question. Taking a sip from his glass, he awaited a response.</s>
<|message|>Samuel Redmane or Samuel Redtail-Lionsmane
Samuel put away his weapon and walked over to the feast. He eyed over the various foods. He stayed away from the alcohol, he had never understood why people would want to get intoxicated. He picked up an apple and started munching on it. He would eat something else later.</s>
<|message|>Sophia Pax
Sophia was surprised when all the servants came out to set up the feast. She had not planned to eat until later, but after others began to eat she walked up to the table. She calmly started eating the grapes and other fruits that were on the table. She watched everyone around her but she said nothing to any of them. She did not know any of them and as far as she was concerned they did not need to know anything of her. Only their fighting abilities mattered, and she was certain she would find out sooner or later. She took a seat at the corner of the seat and continued to eat and observe.</s>
<|message|>Ivan Rischter, The Victor's Hand
As Ivan drank the ale he held, the rune magician came to him, asking a question. "Alurat Tihr, wasn't it?", Ivan said to the man as he stopped his chugging. "I am Ivan Rischter." He then, shut back his helm, and closed the bottle he was drinking. "I'm going to keep this for the journey.", he thought to himself. "You sure are dedicated to your magics, even engraving them to your very skin.", he said to Alurat.</s>
<|message|>Alurat, the Rune Maker
"Yes, that I am," Alurat responded, setting his glass down on the edge of the table and looking off into the distance introspectively. "Consequently, the results are particularly potent. That's how life works, isn't it?" He asked, letting the question hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "Your capabilities are directly proportional to your efforts, which brings me to my next question." His gaze focused on where he imagined Ivan's eyes to be. "While I am competent in battle, I am not a warrior by trade, but you, Sir Rischter, are." He tapped the tattoo on his forehead. "This gives me the ability to detect presences, but only when active. So if your instincts warn you of anything untoward nearby during this quest, I would ask you to warn me so that I can ferret out anything that lies in wait for us."</s>
<|message|>Ivan Rischter, The Victor's Hand
"A rune for detecting presences, huh.", Ivan said as he stared at the man's runic mark on his forehead. "Though I believe your rune magic would suffice, it would be my pleasure to be of use.", Ivan replied to Alurat.
The skies were turning from bright blue into a radiant yellow, the adventurers have spent much time configuring and feasting. A loud roar coming from the mountain was heard throughout the fort.
"I believe our creature has grown impatient and is asking to be slain.", Ivan said to his allies. "We should be able to leave now, as long as you all are ready.", he said as he left the tables, and started to head through the doors.</s>
<|message|>Sophia Pax
Sophia smiled as she heard the roar of the beast echo down from the mountain. She could feel that fear rise from within her at the same time, the fear evoked a lust for combat and thrill of the fight to awaken in her. She stood up and proclaimed, "About time... This hunt should be fun."
Sophia grabbed the last few grapes out of a bowl as she left the tables. She was happy and eager to get started. If she had stayed much longer, she might have been encouraged to keep eating. She was not really interested in being fattened up for some other creature's lunch.</s>
| <|message|>Alurat, the Rune Maker
At the sound of the roar, Alurat's eyes widened and he turned to look in the direction of the Ember Peaks. Whatever creature they faced certainly sounded ferocious, which was all the better for his purposes. Any doubts were assuaged by the confidence with which Sir Rischter faced the beast's bellow, taking charge of the party and leading the way out the doors of the fort. Grabbing a pitcher of the chilled juice he had been enjoying, Alurat followed after the warrior, pulling the hood of his cloak up once again.
Looking over his shoulder, he called out to those still at the table. "You heard the beast, lets be on our way while there's still good light."</s> |
<|description|>Samuel Redmane or Samuel Redtail-Lionsmane
Race: Viern/Vix
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Equipment:
The Redmane Swordpike: When the Redtail and Lionsmane families were combined, they fused their family weapons into one as a symbolic gesture. He is skilled in using this weapon in offensive and defensive combat, but not to an extreme. The sword can be fixed into the pike's shaft and the shaft can collapse. The blades are steel with reinforced wooden shafts.
Samuel's Armor: Regular steel armor, crafted to fit Samuel.
Magic: Anima: Sacrifice: This can heal others, at the lesser expense of his well-being. For example, he could restore someone's arm if it was all sliced and bleeding, but he would lose control of one of his arms. These changes last from 20 minutes to a day depending on the severity. This is administered by touch.
Bio: Samuel is the offspring of a Vix and a Fiern. Because of their traits, he is stronger than the average trained man, but not by much, and he is very kind. He was trained from a young age to make and use weapons. He can make various non-magic weapons if given the materials, and can use them too. He set out to earn money for his family, and figured this town was as good as any. He grew up in a family that made just enough money to stay above water, but remembers what it is like to be hungry.
Personality: Samuel is very kind to those he meets. He is willing to help others often, and is willing to use the Sacrifice power on even those who he doesn't know. He enjoys working with others.
Appearance: Samuel's body is covered with a reddish fur. His face has a bit of a constant red fuzz on it, and his bright blue eyes are brought out by it. He wears a light robe under his armor, which covers his chest, back, abdomen, and upper thighs. He is quite agile, and the armor does not encumber him. He has 2 fox tails, one is slightly smaller. He is rather thin, but not scrawny. He does not wear shoes. The Swordpike is strapped to his back, and is easy to unsheathe.</s>
<|message|>Sophia Pax
Sophia looks around at the individuals who dared to take the mission in the ember peaks. She did not know if these people were going to be rivals for the reward or willing companions. As long as she completed this mission, it wouldn't really matter. She tried to observe everything about the people around her from their weapons and armor, to their temperament and hairstyle. They were all interesting in their own unique way. When the noble answered the question about what the reward was, She could not be help but smile. It was a good amount but the way the noble worded it was funny. Whatever she find along the way was hers to keep. So, if she happened to stumble upon a gem in a noble's pocket, it was hers to keep. She knew it did not work like that but it was an amusing thought. She said nothing to anyone and she stepped back to be closer to the edge of the group.</s>
<|message|>Samuel Redmane or Samuel Redtail-Lionsmane
Samuel overheard the reward. Ten thousand gold? That was a great reward! Also, the 'anything you find' rule was interesting. Then he heard the noble. "I am half Fiern, Half Vix."</s>
<|message|>Berthellemy Rainaldus
Fort Goldface
Berthellemy rushed inside the fort! He thought for sure he was going to be too late, but as god would have it, he made it in time! He put his cross to his chest and prayed silently while looking for those who he would be a companion to. Sure enough, they stood out like sore thumbs, they were pretty easy to spot and find. So, with haste, he went towards them.
"I hope you forgive me, It took a little longer to get here then I had assumed", he spoke to anyone who was willing to listen, or at least acknowledge he was now here and will be assisting them. What he told them was the truth, and he had overestimated his own body. He had no idea such a long journey would have put such a large toll on him! However, now that he was here he was hoping he could rest for at least an hour or so, he wanted to rejuvenate himself beginning the most dangerous expedition he had ever been on. He wanted to be at least somewhat prepared.</s>
<|message|>Ivan Rischter, The Victor's Hand
"A mixture of Vix and Fiern. How interesting.", the noble said. It was not very usual to see a mixture of races in Tremshire, since most of the population there come from large clans of races and such.
Then, another guy came into the fort. He carried a cross, which seemed to be metallic. He apologized for arriving late, when he was just in time. The noble looked at him and said, "Do not apologize, priest.", the noble said as he assumed that Berthellemy was some kind of priest. "You are joining this quest, aren't you? If you are then I require your name.", the noble said.</s>
<|message|>Caelyn Dan'Thur
Caelyn crested the hill and saw the smoke rising from hearths at Fort Goldface. "Remind meself to be askin' about that name." Caelyn said aloud. Followed immediately with "Self, the name, yer needin' to ask them about it." Caelyn let out a booming laugh. Birds flew off in the field to perch somewhere more peaceful. They might have thought a musket had fired with his hearty laugh. Caelyn had been doing this a lot lately. Making conversation with the only person he knew the last 5 months of his journey. Short of an innkeep here and there, and a barmaid, he had no acquaintances. Reflecting on that only made his already short stride a little longer. He hurried with conviction, and saw the line of people forming up to join in on this quest.
"Waaaiit!! Do no' be forgettin' about me. The most important man on this mission." He glanced around and saw one man in heavily cladded armor and thought almost the only man on this misson.
"State your name for the log." The nobleman added with and exaggerated eye-roll. "Caelyn Dan'Thur at yer service." He bowed with a toothy grin. "I'm 'ere to be slayin' yer beastie ye got up there. Oh! That is remindin' me! Why name this place Goldface? Seems kinda silly."
"Please wait over there while we wait for the others to arrive." The nobleman obviously avoided the question, and it made Caelyn laugh. But only a mild boom, he was in the presence of nobility of course. Caelyn moved to join the others.</s>
<|message|>Berthellemy Rainaldus
Berthellemy was happy someone was already listening to him. The man asked for his name. He guessed the man was taking roll of some kind, just to make sure everyone who was supposed to be here was here, probably. "My name is Berthellemy sir, Berthellemy Rainaldus. Pleasure to make your acquiantance." Berthellemy had no idea if the man taking names was part of their journey or not, but either way he wanted to be police and hopefully became friends with the man. If he so wanted, anyways.</s>
<|message|>Samuel Redmane or Samuel Redtail-Lionsmane
Samuel sat down and stared at the other members of the party. Eh, not bad. Better than the slum-dwellers back home, that's for sure. Home. He needed to take his mind off it. He pulled the Swordpike from his back and started polishing the blades carefully.</s>
<|message|>Ivan Rischter, The Victor's Hand
The advisors of the noble wrote down Berthellemy's name as he said it. "Very well. Since there are seven of you, I assume that all of you are complete." He signaled the soldier near the door, who then nodded at him. "Before you leave on this quest, you should feast." Servants then, came in. They quicly assembled tables of food and beverages before the adventurers. "I shall take my leave.", the noble said, "Good luck, brave adventurers." The servants then left the fort, then the noble and his advisors. The gold that was counted by the treasurers were brought with them in bags. The carriage had left. The adventurers were left alone, with tables filled with food ranging from the classic roasted meat to fine, high-tier meals.
Ivan immediately took the nearest ale he could reach, slightly removed his helm to reveal his mouth, and started to the chug down what he held as he grabbed two more bottles and strapped them to his waist. Drinking alcohol was not his habit but he has been used to them due to the so many victory celebrations he has been to. One could see his enjoyment as he slowly drank the ale to fully experience its rich taste.</s>
<|message|>Alurat, the Rune Maker
The feast laid out for them was bountiful indeed, but Alurat was not particularly hungry nor was he prone to over indulgence. Instead of taking advantage of the food, he surveyed his companions. The relaxed attitude of the one partaking of the ale had made him seem to be the most confident in his abilities, and dulling his senses before their quest agreed with that assessment. Alurat decided that he should probably speak to him now, to take his measure before their group confronted any real danger. Picking up a glass of chilled fruit juice, he approached the warrior.
"You arrived before me, so I did not catch your name, warrior," he said, implying a question. Taking a sip from his glass, he awaited a response.</s>
<|message|>Samuel Redmane or Samuel Redtail-Lionsmane
Samuel put away his weapon and walked over to the feast. He eyed over the various foods. He stayed away from the alcohol, he had never understood why people would want to get intoxicated. He picked up an apple and started munching on it. He would eat something else later.</s>
<|message|>Sophia Pax
Sophia was surprised when all the servants came out to set up the feast. She had not planned to eat until later, but after others began to eat she walked up to the table. She calmly started eating the grapes and other fruits that were on the table. She watched everyone around her but she said nothing to any of them. She did not know any of them and as far as she was concerned they did not need to know anything of her. Only their fighting abilities mattered, and she was certain she would find out sooner or later. She took a seat at the corner of the seat and continued to eat and observe.</s>
<|message|>Ivan Rischter, The Victor's Hand
As Ivan drank the ale he held, the rune magician came to him, asking a question. "Alurat Tihr, wasn't it?", Ivan said to the man as he stopped his chugging. "I am Ivan Rischter." He then, shut back his helm, and closed the bottle he was drinking. "I'm going to keep this for the journey.", he thought to himself. "You sure are dedicated to your magics, even engraving them to your very skin.", he said to Alurat.</s>
<|message|>Alurat, the Rune Maker
"Yes, that I am," Alurat responded, setting his glass down on the edge of the table and looking off into the distance introspectively. "Consequently, the results are particularly potent. That's how life works, isn't it?" He asked, letting the question hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "Your capabilities are directly proportional to your efforts, which brings me to my next question." His gaze focused on where he imagined Ivan's eyes to be. "While I am competent in battle, I am not a warrior by trade, but you, Sir Rischter, are." He tapped the tattoo on his forehead. "This gives me the ability to detect presences, but only when active. So if your instincts warn you of anything untoward nearby during this quest, I would ask you to warn me so that I can ferret out anything that lies in wait for us."</s>
<|message|>Ivan Rischter, The Victor's Hand
"A rune for detecting presences, huh.", Ivan said as he stared at the man's runic mark on his forehead. "Though I believe your rune magic would suffice, it would be my pleasure to be of use.", Ivan replied to Alurat.
The skies were turning from bright blue into a radiant yellow, the adventurers have spent much time configuring and feasting. A loud roar coming from the mountain was heard throughout the fort.
"I believe our creature has grown impatient and is asking to be slain.", Ivan said to his allies. "We should be able to leave now, as long as you all are ready.", he said as he left the tables, and started to head through the doors.</s>
<|message|>Sophia Pax
Sophia smiled as she heard the roar of the beast echo down from the mountain. She could feel that fear rise from within her at the same time, the fear evoked a lust for combat and thrill of the fight to awaken in her. She stood up and proclaimed, "About time... This hunt should be fun."
Sophia grabbed the last few grapes out of a bowl as she left the tables. She was happy and eager to get started. If she had stayed much longer, she might have been encouraged to keep eating. She was not really interested in being fattened up for some other creature's lunch.</s>
<|message|>Alurat, the Rune Maker
At the sound of the roar, Alurat's eyes widened and he turned to look in the direction of the Ember Peaks. Whatever creature they faced certainly sounded ferocious, which was all the better for his purposes. Any doubts were assuaged by the confidence with which Sir Rischter faced the beast's bellow, taking charge of the party and leading the way out the doors of the fort. Grabbing a pitcher of the chilled juice he had been enjoying, Alurat followed after the warrior, pulling the hood of his cloak up once again.
Looking over his shoulder, he called out to those still at the table. "You heard the beast, lets be on our way while there's still good light."</s>
<|message|>Caelyn Dan'Thur
Caelyn was dining to himself, sizing up all the fellow adventurers. He had not seen a spread this generous in a very long time. So, if anyone was watching, Caelyn gorged himself. "Ah, I like yer philosomofee there Allyourrat. Just like me eatin' the more I'm puttin' in, the better me belly is feelin." Caelyn let out a roaring laugh. Except this time, it seemed to echo extra loudly. "Man, are me laughs really that loud?" Caelyn looked around the room and saw everyone's gazes focusing on the mountain. "Ah, it t'was the beastie then. Good, was about to be insecure about me laugh." Caelyn shook his head and went back to gorging.
The Ivan fellow suggested it was time to leave. Caelyn snatched up some fruit and smoked meats for the journey, and picked up his axes. "Ah me two loves, Slash and Thrash." Each blade finely honed, and upon further inspection would see they were enchanted. Caelyn wasn't ready to reveal just what yet. He kissed each of them as if a child and sheathed them on his sides. "Well ladies, might we be goin?"</s>
| <|message|>Samuel Redmane or Samuel Redtail-Lionsmane
Samuel noticed a variety of things. The roar of the creature from the mountain, which had caught his attention first, the reactions of everyone, the slightly annoying face-stuffing of the dwarf.
He stood up and faced the mountain, and smiled to himself. "I suppose the creature is tired of waiting. I believe we should go before it comes to meet us!" He pulled out Emla (His weapon's name) and fixed it in the pike position. He was a bit puzzled by what exactly they would find that they could keep. That might end up being as good a reward as the reward itself.</s> |
<|description|>Caelyn Dan'Thur
Race: Dwarf
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Equipment: Dual Axes and Crimson leather armor (shows casteless) Black Cowl
Magic: none
Bio: Cast out of his caste because of morals, Caelyn has set out to make his own caste and kingdom. He has always been a big thinker, and after a swift branding to his left side of his neck making him an outcast, it was just the inspiration he needed. Caelyn also knew that if he wanted to do something like that he would have to acquire money. He knew right where to go. There was one small problem with going to Silverbeard's mine, and he heard Tremshire was calling upon those to help rid it.
Appearance:</s>
<|message|>Samuel Redmane or Samuel Redtail-Lionsmane
Samuel walked up the path to Fort Goldface. This is where the adventurers are supposed to meet? Well, better go inside. As he walked up to the fort, he wondered how much money the reward was for defeating this creature. He hoped it would be enough to sustain his family for a decent while.
He walked inside the fort, and instantly noticed the other adventurers. He glanced over them for a few seconds, and walked up next to
them. While facing the noble, he said "Hello. My name is Samuel Redmane. I am here for the...err...job?"</s>
<|message|>Ivan Rischter, The Victor's Hand
The advisors wrote Alurat's name as soon as they heard it. The noble answered his questions. "Once the quest is done, you will receive 10 bags of gold, worth a thousand each. And any item you may have acquried whilst doing the quest is yours.", he said. Then, the noble opened a small book, flipped a few pages and answered Alurat's second question. "According to records, there are to be seven of you who answered the call. So I believe you will be in a group of seven.", othe noble said.
Then, another man entered the fort. He spoke up his name, and said that he was there for the job. The advisors wrote his name at the scroll. Then, one of the advisors, signaled him the number two. The noble nodded, and observed Samuel. "Tell me, Samuel. What is your race exactly?", the noble asked.</s>
<|message|>Sophia Pax
Sophia looks around at the individuals who dared to take the mission in the ember peaks. She did not know if these people were going to be rivals for the reward or willing companions. As long as she completed this mission, it wouldn't really matter. She tried to observe everything about the people around her from their weapons and armor, to their temperament and hairstyle. They were all interesting in their own unique way. When the noble answered the question about what the reward was, She could not be help but smile. It was a good amount but the way the noble worded it was funny. Whatever she find along the way was hers to keep. So, if she happened to stumble upon a gem in a noble's pocket, it was hers to keep. She knew it did not work like that but it was an amusing thought. She said nothing to anyone and she stepped back to be closer to the edge of the group.</s>
<|message|>Samuel Redmane or Samuel Redtail-Lionsmane
Samuel overheard the reward. Ten thousand gold? That was a great reward! Also, the 'anything you find' rule was interesting. Then he heard the noble. "I am half Fiern, Half Vix."</s>
<|message|>Berthellemy Rainaldus
Fort Goldface
Berthellemy rushed inside the fort! He thought for sure he was going to be too late, but as god would have it, he made it in time! He put his cross to his chest and prayed silently while looking for those who he would be a companion to. Sure enough, they stood out like sore thumbs, they were pretty easy to spot and find. So, with haste, he went towards them.
"I hope you forgive me, It took a little longer to get here then I had assumed", he spoke to anyone who was willing to listen, or at least acknowledge he was now here and will be assisting them. What he told them was the truth, and he had overestimated his own body. He had no idea such a long journey would have put such a large toll on him! However, now that he was here he was hoping he could rest for at least an hour or so, he wanted to rejuvenate himself beginning the most dangerous expedition he had ever been on. He wanted to be at least somewhat prepared.</s>
<|message|>Ivan Rischter, The Victor's Hand
"A mixture of Vix and Fiern. How interesting.", the noble said. It was not very usual to see a mixture of races in Tremshire, since most of the population there come from large clans of races and such.
Then, another guy came into the fort. He carried a cross, which seemed to be metallic. He apologized for arriving late, when he was just in time. The noble looked at him and said, "Do not apologize, priest.", the noble said as he assumed that Berthellemy was some kind of priest. "You are joining this quest, aren't you? If you are then I require your name.", the noble said.</s>
<|message|>Caelyn Dan'Thur
Caelyn crested the hill and saw the smoke rising from hearths at Fort Goldface. "Remind meself to be askin' about that name." Caelyn said aloud. Followed immediately with "Self, the name, yer needin' to ask them about it." Caelyn let out a booming laugh. Birds flew off in the field to perch somewhere more peaceful. They might have thought a musket had fired with his hearty laugh. Caelyn had been doing this a lot lately. Making conversation with the only person he knew the last 5 months of his journey. Short of an innkeep here and there, and a barmaid, he had no acquaintances. Reflecting on that only made his already short stride a little longer. He hurried with conviction, and saw the line of people forming up to join in on this quest.
"Waaaiit!! Do no' be forgettin' about me. The most important man on this mission." He glanced around and saw one man in heavily cladded armor and thought almost the only man on this misson.
"State your name for the log." The nobleman added with and exaggerated eye-roll. "Caelyn Dan'Thur at yer service." He bowed with a toothy grin. "I'm 'ere to be slayin' yer beastie ye got up there. Oh! That is remindin' me! Why name this place Goldface? Seems kinda silly."
"Please wait over there while we wait for the others to arrive." The nobleman obviously avoided the question, and it made Caelyn laugh. But only a mild boom, he was in the presence of nobility of course. Caelyn moved to join the others.</s>
<|message|>Berthellemy Rainaldus
Berthellemy was happy someone was already listening to him. The man asked for his name. He guessed the man was taking roll of some kind, just to make sure everyone who was supposed to be here was here, probably. "My name is Berthellemy sir, Berthellemy Rainaldus. Pleasure to make your acquiantance." Berthellemy had no idea if the man taking names was part of their journey or not, but either way he wanted to be police and hopefully became friends with the man. If he so wanted, anyways.</s>
<|message|>Samuel Redmane or Samuel Redtail-Lionsmane
Samuel sat down and stared at the other members of the party. Eh, not bad. Better than the slum-dwellers back home, that's for sure. Home. He needed to take his mind off it. He pulled the Swordpike from his back and started polishing the blades carefully.</s>
<|message|>Ivan Rischter, The Victor's Hand
The advisors of the noble wrote down Berthellemy's name as he said it. "Very well. Since there are seven of you, I assume that all of you are complete." He signaled the soldier near the door, who then nodded at him. "Before you leave on this quest, you should feast." Servants then, came in. They quicly assembled tables of food and beverages before the adventurers. "I shall take my leave.", the noble said, "Good luck, brave adventurers." The servants then left the fort, then the noble and his advisors. The gold that was counted by the treasurers were brought with them in bags. The carriage had left. The adventurers were left alone, with tables filled with food ranging from the classic roasted meat to fine, high-tier meals.
Ivan immediately took the nearest ale he could reach, slightly removed his helm to reveal his mouth, and started to the chug down what he held as he grabbed two more bottles and strapped them to his waist. Drinking alcohol was not his habit but he has been used to them due to the so many victory celebrations he has been to. One could see his enjoyment as he slowly drank the ale to fully experience its rich taste.</s>
<|message|>Alurat, the Rune Maker
The feast laid out for them was bountiful indeed, but Alurat was not particularly hungry nor was he prone to over indulgence. Instead of taking advantage of the food, he surveyed his companions. The relaxed attitude of the one partaking of the ale had made him seem to be the most confident in his abilities, and dulling his senses before their quest agreed with that assessment. Alurat decided that he should probably speak to him now, to take his measure before their group confronted any real danger. Picking up a glass of chilled fruit juice, he approached the warrior.
"You arrived before me, so I did not catch your name, warrior," he said, implying a question. Taking a sip from his glass, he awaited a response.</s>
<|message|>Samuel Redmane or Samuel Redtail-Lionsmane
Samuel put away his weapon and walked over to the feast. He eyed over the various foods. He stayed away from the alcohol, he had never understood why people would want to get intoxicated. He picked up an apple and started munching on it. He would eat something else later.</s>
<|message|>Sophia Pax
Sophia was surprised when all the servants came out to set up the feast. She had not planned to eat until later, but after others began to eat she walked up to the table. She calmly started eating the grapes and other fruits that were on the table. She watched everyone around her but she said nothing to any of them. She did not know any of them and as far as she was concerned they did not need to know anything of her. Only their fighting abilities mattered, and she was certain she would find out sooner or later. She took a seat at the corner of the seat and continued to eat and observe.</s>
<|message|>Ivan Rischter, The Victor's Hand
As Ivan drank the ale he held, the rune magician came to him, asking a question. "Alurat Tihr, wasn't it?", Ivan said to the man as he stopped his chugging. "I am Ivan Rischter." He then, shut back his helm, and closed the bottle he was drinking. "I'm going to keep this for the journey.", he thought to himself. "You sure are dedicated to your magics, even engraving them to your very skin.", he said to Alurat.</s>
<|message|>Alurat, the Rune Maker
"Yes, that I am," Alurat responded, setting his glass down on the edge of the table and looking off into the distance introspectively. "Consequently, the results are particularly potent. That's how life works, isn't it?" He asked, letting the question hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "Your capabilities are directly proportional to your efforts, which brings me to my next question." His gaze focused on where he imagined Ivan's eyes to be. "While I am competent in battle, I am not a warrior by trade, but you, Sir Rischter, are." He tapped the tattoo on his forehead. "This gives me the ability to detect presences, but only when active. So if your instincts warn you of anything untoward nearby during this quest, I would ask you to warn me so that I can ferret out anything that lies in wait for us."</s>
<|message|>Ivan Rischter, The Victor's Hand
"A rune for detecting presences, huh.", Ivan said as he stared at the man's runic mark on his forehead. "Though I believe your rune magic would suffice, it would be my pleasure to be of use.", Ivan replied to Alurat.
The skies were turning from bright blue into a radiant yellow, the adventurers have spent much time configuring and feasting. A loud roar coming from the mountain was heard throughout the fort.
"I believe our creature has grown impatient and is asking to be slain.", Ivan said to his allies. "We should be able to leave now, as long as you all are ready.", he said as he left the tables, and started to head through the doors.</s>
<|message|>Sophia Pax
Sophia smiled as she heard the roar of the beast echo down from the mountain. She could feel that fear rise from within her at the same time, the fear evoked a lust for combat and thrill of the fight to awaken in her. She stood up and proclaimed, "About time... This hunt should be fun."
Sophia grabbed the last few grapes out of a bowl as she left the tables. She was happy and eager to get started. If she had stayed much longer, she might have been encouraged to keep eating. She was not really interested in being fattened up for some other creature's lunch.</s>
<|message|>Alurat, the Rune Maker
At the sound of the roar, Alurat's eyes widened and he turned to look in the direction of the Ember Peaks. Whatever creature they faced certainly sounded ferocious, which was all the better for his purposes. Any doubts were assuaged by the confidence with which Sir Rischter faced the beast's bellow, taking charge of the party and leading the way out the doors of the fort. Grabbing a pitcher of the chilled juice he had been enjoying, Alurat followed after the warrior, pulling the hood of his cloak up once again.
Looking over his shoulder, he called out to those still at the table. "You heard the beast, lets be on our way while there's still good light."</s>
| <|message|>Caelyn Dan'Thur
Caelyn was dining to himself, sizing up all the fellow adventurers. He had not seen a spread this generous in a very long time. So, if anyone was watching, Caelyn gorged himself. "Ah, I like yer philosomofee there Allyourrat. Just like me eatin' the more I'm puttin' in, the better me belly is feelin." Caelyn let out a roaring laugh. Except this time, it seemed to echo extra loudly. "Man, are me laughs really that loud?" Caelyn looked around the room and saw everyone's gazes focusing on the mountain. "Ah, it t'was the beastie then. Good, was about to be insecure about me laugh." Caelyn shook his head and went back to gorging.
The Ivan fellow suggested it was time to leave. Caelyn snatched up some fruit and smoked meats for the journey, and picked up his axes. "Ah me two loves, Slash and Thrash." Each blade finely honed, and upon further inspection would see they were enchanted. Caelyn wasn't ready to reveal just what yet. He kissed each of them as if a child and sheathed them on his sides. "Well ladies, might we be goin?"</s> |
<|description|>N/A
Shouldn't chatting take place in the OOC?
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Alias: 533, Specimen-533
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Powers: Density Control - Able to alter the density of her body to resist physical damage. With practice she can use the same ability to phase through objects or become lighter than air.
Abilities: She has become accustomed to brawling, using power to overwhelm her foes. This form is probably favored because it lends well to her powers.
Weaknesses: Despite being extremely resilient she is still only human. Her strength and stamina are not increased by her powers. She also lacks training when it comes to fighting.
Equipment: None
History: Kimura, a product of the Facility and one sick twisted... well, we'll not go there. But even she would go out on a fling now and then. With whom, no one knows, she would sooner torture and kill you than tell and everyone at the Facility knew it. But much to her displeasure Kimura discovered that she'd become pregnant. Wanting nothing to do with the burden of parenting or the hit to her performance she demanded that the life be extinguished. But the scientists convinced her otherwise, saying they could place the embryo in an incubation chamber and grow it artificially. With a brand new life form based on one of their own creations the Facility set out to improve upon the original. Manipulating the development process the new specimen would be able to control the density of it's entire body, not just the skin.
They succeeded with their task, creating a being that was highly resistant to damage. Raised by the Facility they started her brainwashing as soon as she could understand. She still acted out however. But being as resilient as they had made her there was little they could do to reprimand her. Even her own mother, known for the ruthless beatings she would give X-23, couldn't inflict harm on the child. Despite this though the project was turning out to be a success.
Unfortunately for the Facility their plans were cut short. Who knows how far she would have fallen had not SHIELD found the hidden lab. A joint incursion breached the defenses and those that didn't get captured fled. All the assets and experiments were taken by the authorities, including Specimen-533. While in the care of SHIELD very little changed. The girl refused to speak or interact much with anyone there. She'd heard too much about these people to trust them. Running low on options it was decided to take another approach. 533 had expressed resentment toward those who put her through hell in the Facility, including her own mother. The deal was that if she became a SHIELD agent that they would give her the opportunity and resources to hunt them down. How hard could that be?
Personality: Having had bad experiences with people 533 is not a particularly friendly type. She lacks many social skills and has learned to speak her mind even when it is not kind words. If she doesn't try inflict harm upon you you are probably on her good side.
Family: Kimura - Mother
Friends: None
Crush/Relationship: None
Other: Having never been given a proper name 533 has been trying to decide what to name herself. Brownie points to the one who helps her out on that.</s>
<|message|>Gwen Parker
Gwen: I continue doing my pull ups, watching the girl I didn't introduce myself to, fire strange blasts at Aiden. Judging from the look of the blasts, they are either plasma or photonic. I am gonna need to know more before I spare with her, so I remain quiet and watch, continuing my pull ups.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden had just turned his attention back to Cass in time to see her in the air and firing some sort of energy at him. "Crud sauce!" He said as he narrowly jumped to one side, landing on his side. It took him a moment to regain his baring before he laughed. "Nice shot Blondie!" He called out before making a hand gesture with his thumb and ring finger that caused a white sigil to glow in front of him before it shooting out a strong gust of wind towards Cass, hopefully knocking her off balance</s>
<|message|>Cassandra White
Cassandra already knew that he was going to dodge her blasts. "Ahh! So you know what you are doing huh..? That's good. But I am not done yet..!" that was just not the only trick that Cassandra knew, oh no sir. She could totally punch him and sending him flying straight to the walls, but she didn't want to use her super strength against Aiden..he was to cute for that.
Here she goes! She flew towards Aiden but stopped in mid-air as she covered herself with her arms and legs as a wind sent her flying backwards, hitting her back against the wall. She fell to the ground and slowly stood up. So he wasn't playing then..? Alright, she could do that.
Cassandra's hands were glowing yellow as she placed them together and a bright yellow beam flew straight towards Aiden. Dodge that!</s>
<|message|>N/A
Everyone was finally done talking and making pointless noise. Removing the pillow from her face 533 sat up. It looked like quite a few of them had moved on to explore the facility. Thank god. Glancing around at who were left they seemed to be minding their own business. Sitting here might not be the most exciting thing to do but at least it didn't annoy her.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Do you know the bad thing about laying down? It leaves for very little room for dodging. Aiden found this out the hard way when Cass retaliated from his attack with one of her own, hers being a beam of glowing energy. The young sorcerer had barely any time to yelp before he knocked across the floor and into the far wall. "Ow" He said simply as he sat up. He smirked and held his side. "That kind of hurt Blondie." He said as he got to his feet. He chuckled before he stretched, a few cracking sounds escaping him. "But I do believe it is my turn." He said before he cupped his hands around his mouth and began to blow. A cloud of frost escaped his mouth and headed straight for Cass.</s>
<|message|>Cassandra White
As the beam hit him, it knocked him back she wanted to go to him and make sure he was alright but this was training.
"Im sorry! I didnt mean to hurt you badly.." she sighed and walked towards him all worried, but suddenly he attacked her! Sending some kind of frost towards her. She wanted to dodge but it was to fast as it hit her, now being frozen.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden didn't plan on his spell actually getting Cass. "Crude!" He said before he ran over to the frozen girl. He quickly made a few hand gestures which caused his hands to begin to glow. Moments later the ice began to melt before Cass was . "You okay Blondie?" He asked with a furrowed brow.</s>
<|message|>Cassandra White
Cass felt her body being completely frozen, a few seconds later. She got unfrozen looking around noticing Aiden there. "....Im fine..." she said punching his shoulder. "Do not freeze me again.,,,that wasn't fair. I couldn't hit you back!" Cass sighed standing up from the ground and brushing herself off. "So. I lost. You fight with Isis now." she nodded walking towards the bleachers, siting down and now waiting for the two mages to fight.</s>
<|message|>Isis
Isis had been watching the entire fight, it seemed as if Aiden had a complete arsenal. She watched as Cass walked over to the bleachers, and sighed. She didn't want to fight Aiden, he was intimidating. "Uh, yeah...fight. Lovely." She stood up, wishing Dr. Bear was here so she could hold him. She smiled thinly at Aiden, and smoothed out her dress, as she always did.
She stepped up and moved so she was across from Aiden, she waved at him and waited. "Me first? Or you first?"</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden let out a sigh of relief as Cass said she was okay, he even managed a chuckle as she punched his shoulder. "Okay I will make sure not to freeze you anymore." He said before standing up, he made sure she wasn't having any ill effects of being frozen before looking over to Isis. "Ladies first." He said as he stretched.</s>
<|message|>Isis
"Ahh, okay I guess I'll just get ready then. Thanks..." Isis rubbed her arm still smiling, this was the big reveal, she supposed. She took a deep breath and sighed, she was ready to do whatever it was she did.
Isis took another step back, and without speaking, she raised her arms. In front of her, a crack appeared in the earth, immediately a burst of heat would come from the crack, and with it, two knights dressed in black armor. The held swords that glowed white with heat, and stared at Aiden. It appeared as though they were almost transparent. Behind the two transparent knights, were skeletons. They each held a spear of sharpened bone in their hands, ready to pounce. The crack closed up, and the heat that filled the air faded away. Isis stood, her arms slowly lowering, she smiled nervously at Aiden.
"Aggredere, ministros." She said, in a language that sounded like Latin. The troops charged at Aiden, the skeletons taking the lead and the knights standing at the ready. One skeleton swiped visiciously at Aiden's head, and the other tried to maul his legs. "They won't kill you! I think!" Shouted Isis, watching them attack Aiden. She used her telekinesis to hover above the ground.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
"Conjuration, that is neat." Aiden said as he watched the spirits rise up from the ground. The heat didn't faze his, honestly it felt rather nice to the boy. But what did get him was the aggression with the skeletons attacked. He was just able to jump back and then over the skeletons that swiped at him. "Merlin's beard! Yu do have them under control don't you?!" He said as he regained his stance. "I invoke the Bolts of Bedevilment!" He said, his voice echoing slightly, as he held out his hand towards the skeletons. A moment later a circular yellow sigil burned in front of his hand that then released a beam of yellow light at the skeletons. If it made contact with them the chances of them become a pile of ash on the floor was pretty high.</s>
<|message|>Isis
"I do! They're under my control, they just like to have a little fun." Isis said, frowning as he suggested that she wasn't in control. It did seem that way though. She watched as he cast a spell, and with her telekinesis She managed to pull a skeleton up into the sky, while his brother got burnt into a pile of ash. She sent the skeleton flying towards Aiden, its spear at the ready. She looked at her two knights and sighed, she didn't like to use them.
"Equites regii. Non mortem!" She shouted, pointing at Aiden. The Knights, now with new purpose, charged at Aiden as if he had a target painted on his face. She folded her arms and watched silently, biting her lips. She didn't want to conjure anymore, but she would probably have to. If not that, she would have to become Aiden's biggest fear.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden was just able to generate a gust of wind, like the one he used earlier on Cass, to knock the skeleton that was flung at him up and into the ceiling. "So not cool. No skeletons should be a rule." He said with a chuckle before he realized that the knights were lumbering after him. He managed to sloppily dodge each of their swings of their swords, he was less than graceful as he fell multiple times. "I call upon The Shackles of Sheol!" He said in the same echoing voice as before, this time a blue sigil glowed in front of him that sent out glowing blue bindings that if they hit their mark would bind the knights together</s>
<|message|>Isis
Isis swore underneath her breath as her two knights were captured, struggling to get free of their binds. She thought of her options and sighed, tapping into her powers. In a flash, Isis transformed in Aiden's eyes. She became the image of Dormammu, which was Aiden's biggest fear, while he was hopefully frozen in fear, she flew down towards him, hoping to make this a physical fight. If she got to him, she wpulf herself appear as Isis again, and send a fist flying towards his face.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden's eyes widened. It...it couldn't be... the hell fire... the empty eyes... the... the sheer malevolence that radiated of the dark cloaked figure... It was Dormammu, the conqueror of a thousand dimensions, the ruler of the dark dimension, the breaker of shores... his father. Aiden didn't know what to do. He felt all hope drain from his body, he saw the end, his end, as the Lord of Dread approached him. Then he saw Isis, quickly fallowed by her fist into his face. He then became really familiar with the floor as Isis's punch left him knocked back on the floor. The young sorcerer just simply laid there, making no effort to get up. He repeatedly muttered the word "No.." Over and over again.</s>
<|message|>Isis
Isis stood in front of Aiden, her fist had connected with his face, and now he laid there, stunned. It wasn't by her punch, but by the fear she had shown him. "Aiden? Aiden are you okay? I'm sorry! I didn't think-I'm sorry!" Isis started to panic, she checked Aiden's pulse, waved her hand over his face to see if his eyes followed it, and mostly she screamed apologies. "What happened? I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" She felt horrible, why had she done that? She should've just accepted defeat. "Oh goodness I'm sorry, do I need to get you a nurse?" She figured he was in shock, but she didn't know what to do with someone when they were in shock. "Cassandra! Come over here!"</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
"Dormammu..." Aiden muttered before he blinked a few times. It took him a few moments before sat up, a dazed look on his face. He sat there stunned before he turned to Isis. "Dude that was so not cool!" He said, throwing his hands into the air. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."</s>
<|message|>Cassandra White
Cassandra actually enjoyed this little fight because they knew what they were doing -AND- both of them were sorcerers. Her head was just going left to right left to right, figuring out what was going to happen.
A few moments into the battle something happened between Aiden and Isis. But it had to be Isis's doing, she suddenly stood up and ran towards Aiden but he was already fine when she got right next to them.
"Oh. Alrighty then. What happened..?"</s>
| <|message|>N/A
533 had become bored sitting around and headed to where she heard the fighting, which was apparently the training room. Missing the action she only heard Aiden say he almost had a heart attack. Moving closer she frowned slightly. "Do it again I missed it."</s> |
<|description|>N/A
Shouldn't chatting take place in the OOC?
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Alias: 533, Specimen-533
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Powers: Density Control - Able to alter the density of her body to resist physical damage. With practice she can use the same ability to phase through objects or become lighter than air.
Abilities: She has become accustomed to brawling, using power to overwhelm her foes. This form is probably favored because it lends well to her powers.
Weaknesses: Despite being extremely resilient she is still only human. Her strength and stamina are not increased by her powers. She also lacks training when it comes to fighting.
Equipment: None
History: Kimura, a product of the Facility and one sick twisted... well, we'll not go there. But even she would go out on a fling now and then. With whom, no one knows, she would sooner torture and kill you than tell and everyone at the Facility knew it. But much to her displeasure Kimura discovered that she'd become pregnant. Wanting nothing to do with the burden of parenting or the hit to her performance she demanded that the life be extinguished. But the scientists convinced her otherwise, saying they could place the embryo in an incubation chamber and grow it artificially. With a brand new life form based on one of their own creations the Facility set out to improve upon the original. Manipulating the development process the new specimen would be able to control the density of it's entire body, not just the skin.
They succeeded with their task, creating a being that was highly resistant to damage. Raised by the Facility they started her brainwashing as soon as she could understand. She still acted out however. But being as resilient as they had made her there was little they could do to reprimand her. Even her own mother, known for the ruthless beatings she would give X-23, couldn't inflict harm on the child. Despite this though the project was turning out to be a success.
Unfortunately for the Facility their plans were cut short. Who knows how far she would have fallen had not SHIELD found the hidden lab. A joint incursion breached the defenses and those that didn't get captured fled. All the assets and experiments were taken by the authorities, including Specimen-533. While in the care of SHIELD very little changed. The girl refused to speak or interact much with anyone there. She'd heard too much about these people to trust them. Running low on options it was decided to take another approach. 533 had expressed resentment toward those who put her through hell in the Facility, including her own mother. The deal was that if she became a SHIELD agent that they would give her the opportunity and resources to hunt them down. How hard could that be?
Personality: Having had bad experiences with people 533 is not a particularly friendly type. She lacks many social skills and has learned to speak her mind even when it is not kind words. If she doesn't try inflict harm upon you you are probably on her good side.
Family: Kimura - Mother
Friends: None
Crush/Relationship: None
Other: Having never been given a proper name 533 has been trying to decide what to name herself. Brownie points to the one who helps her out on that.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden was just able to generate a gust of wind, like the one he used earlier on Cass, to knock the skeleton that was flung at him up and into the ceiling. "So not cool. No skeletons should be a rule." He said with a chuckle before he realized that the knights were lumbering after him. He managed to sloppily dodge each of their swings of their swords, he was less than graceful as he fell multiple times. "I call upon The Shackles of Sheol!" He said in the same echoing voice as before, this time a blue sigil glowed in front of him that sent out glowing blue bindings that if they hit their mark would bind the knights together</s>
<|message|>Isis
Isis swore underneath her breath as her two knights were captured, struggling to get free of their binds. She thought of her options and sighed, tapping into her powers. In a flash, Isis transformed in Aiden's eyes. She became the image of Dormammu, which was Aiden's biggest fear, while he was hopefully frozen in fear, she flew down towards him, hoping to make this a physical fight. If she got to him, she wpulf herself appear as Isis again, and send a fist flying towards his face.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden's eyes widened. It...it couldn't be... the hell fire... the empty eyes... the... the sheer malevolence that radiated of the dark cloaked figure... It was Dormammu, the conqueror of a thousand dimensions, the ruler of the dark dimension, the breaker of shores... his father. Aiden didn't know what to do. He felt all hope drain from his body, he saw the end, his end, as the Lord of Dread approached him. Then he saw Isis, quickly fallowed by her fist into his face. He then became really familiar with the floor as Isis's punch left him knocked back on the floor. The young sorcerer just simply laid there, making no effort to get up. He repeatedly muttered the word "No.." Over and over again.</s>
<|message|>Isis
Isis stood in front of Aiden, her fist had connected with his face, and now he laid there, stunned. It wasn't by her punch, but by the fear she had shown him. "Aiden? Aiden are you okay? I'm sorry! I didn't think-I'm sorry!" Isis started to panic, she checked Aiden's pulse, waved her hand over his face to see if his eyes followed it, and mostly she screamed apologies. "What happened? I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" She felt horrible, why had she done that? She should've just accepted defeat. "Oh goodness I'm sorry, do I need to get you a nurse?" She figured he was in shock, but she didn't know what to do with someone when they were in shock. "Cassandra! Come over here!"</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
"Dormammu..." Aiden muttered before he blinked a few times. It took him a few moments before sat up, a dazed look on his face. He sat there stunned before he turned to Isis. "Dude that was so not cool!" He said, throwing his hands into the air. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."</s>
<|message|>Cassandra White
Cassandra actually enjoyed this little fight because they knew what they were doing -AND- both of them were sorcerers. Her head was just going left to right left to right, figuring out what was going to happen.
A few moments into the battle something happened between Aiden and Isis. But it had to be Isis's doing, she suddenly stood up and ran towards Aiden but he was already fine when she got right next to them.
"Oh. Alrighty then. What happened..?"</s>
<|message|>N/A
533 had become bored sitting around and headed to where she heard the fighting, which was apparently the training room. Missing the action she only heard Aiden say he almost had a heart attack. Moving closer she frowned slightly. "Do it again I missed it."</s>
<|message|>Gwen Parker
Gwen: I drop down when Aiden mentions Dormammu. I look at him "What was that you said?" I look directly at Aiden, my eyes under my mask almost popping out. I point at Isis, "What did you do? Why did he almost have a heart attack?"
Dormammu… a distant memory echoing through with that name. 'I can't REMEMBER. Why can't I figure it out? I have heard it…or did Peter hear it?' I think to myself, a headache setting in, just like every other time I try to remember something. I have photographic memory…yet I can't remember without it hurting…</s>
<|message|>Isis
"Hey, I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean in...it's what happens when I use my powers. I thought you could handle it. Who's Dormammu anyways? You're the one who said you defeated people like me on a daily basis." Isis glared at him, before sighing and holding a hand our so he could get up. "Sorry Aiden, that was a good fight though."
Isis then turned over to Gwen, who was questioning her. "I became his biggest fear, not that big of a deal."</s>
<|message|>Nikolai Bear
It had been a long time since Bearman had seen the inside of a military facility. Again and again they had told him it wasn't, but Bearman could practically smell it. Weapons, sweat, determination..... this was a place where soldiers were trained. Whether they used guns, or some form of paranormal ability, it made little difference. They were the men and women who chose a cause to fight for, who chose a cause to die for. They were the soldiers of this new organization, SHIELD.
Walking through the hallways, he considered the implications of being a soldier once again. He couldn't remember his own time serving the Soviet Union, and as such he had little experience he could call upon. However, in certain ways the concept was appealing. He had always enjoyed fighting, and if one is going to fight anyway, why not do so in a manner that helps people? At least at the moment, Bearman could find no reason not to do so, which was why he had accepted SHIELD's invitation in the first place.
The sound and smell of battle, not too far away. It was not battle with guns, but rather with paranormal capabilities, as would be expected in a facility such as this. For some reason, people were fighting.
Moving on all fours, Bearman rushed through the tight corridors. SHIELD personnel and guards alike were bowled over, some managing to jump aside in time to avoid an unhealthy meeting with the ground. Arriving at the scene of the fight, he found his way barred by a door - and a small one at that. However, there was no time to find an alternate route.
With a crack and a bang, the wall collapsed, as the door itself was propelled across the room, slowly skidding to a stop on the stone floor of the training area. Through the newly created hole stepped Bearman, standing on his hind legs as he marched into the area. The cloud of dust and broken stone that had gathered around his legs like a brownish fog only added to the figure he struck. "Bearman has arrived! Where is da fighting?!"</s>
<|message|>Gwen Parker
Gwen: I turn to this 'Bearman' "Oh great…well you already destroyed a door…which automatically opens. I was wondering when the walls would start being destroyed." I roll my eyes at the 'Bearman' then look back Aiden, waiting for his answer.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden had a slight glare in his eyes directed towards Isis, but he let out a sigh and took her hand of help. He couldn't be mad at her, she was just using her powers. But he didn't have long to properly regain his footing before a on slot of questions cane to him by his other team mates. He awkwardly shuffled on his feet and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uhh he is... uhh nobody, don't worry about it." He clumsily stammered out, trying to find a way to change the topic. Luckily this came in the form of a large speaking bear who went by the name Bearman, a real shocker that one. Aiden never thought he would be so happy to have a giant bear in the same room as him.
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"Smooth move you over grown teddy bear, it isn't like doors open or anything." A dark haired boy in a Three Days Grace T-shirt under a black leather jacket said as he walked through the cloud of dust that used to be the door to the training room. He had a cocky smirk on his face and his arms crossed in front of his broad chest as he looked over the people in the room. "Sup chumps, you can call me Vince."</s>
<|message|>Nikolai Bear
Bearman didn't like the smirking one, he looked like a brat. He'd make sure to throw him across the room sometime. In Bearman's experience, high-speed impacts with the far wall had a tendency to severely reduce people's tendency to be annoying. Occasionally due to fear of repetition, and occasionally because they were incapable of cognitive thought. Either way, it was a highly effective method, which he had found need to apply often.
"You build your doors too small! You need a bear-sized door!" Growling, bearman marched across the room, as he looked down. One of the people here smelled like demon. Bearman had no problem with demons, unlike most sentient beings in general. As long as demons didn't mess with him, he didn't mess with them - and as far as he could remember, no demon had messed with him or his family. The others were human, as far as Bearman could tell. Most of them were but children, clearly unsuited for battle. "Why are all these children here, fighting? You should be in your rooms, and let the grownups fight!"
Had Bearman had eyebrows, he would have furrowed them. Whilst this group certainly smelled strange, he found the quantity of teenagers among them disconcerting. What were they doing in a military location?</s>
<|message|>Gwen Parker
Gwen: "Did you just call use kids? I don't know about these people…but I will have you know that I am twenty-three!" I grin at Bearman, aiming my web shooters at both of his feet. Firing the webbing at him, it coats his feet and sticks to the ground. "Now apologize for breaking the door…which by the way, was Hulk sized…trust me."
Turning back to Aiden, I giving him a look of disbelief, "Now, why did you mention Dormammu when Isis became your greatest fear, if he is no one. I have hear the name before, so spill it…" I stare directly at Aiden, aiming my web shooters at Bearman.
'Vince? He sounds like trouble, I don't like his attitude. I might need to avoid him, and focus on these magic users, and that Bearman…reminds me of a more human Hulk.' I think to myself.</s>
<|message|>Cassandra White
Cassandra shrugged not knowing what they were talking about as she finally stood up, seeing that she was knelt down next to Aiden trying to figure out what was going on with him but it seems that, it was taken care of. "Alrighty then..." she placed a hand on Aiden's back giving him a smile. Worried that he might have not been alright, he was pretty frozen back there... frozen with fear. Whatever it was, she was going to be there for him.~ Cassandra was now crossing her arms. "So..what do we do now..?" and then someone comes into the room, but she ignored him being worried about Aiden so she was staring at him until she told him if he was alright!</s>
| <|message|>N/A
533 was becoming disinterested with what was going on. She had come hoping to see a fight, not watch a bunch of girls fall all over themselves for Aiden. Bearman was almost a welcome change of pace as he took the wall down with the door. Some new hotshot made a comment on that particular action and Gwen as usual was still talking. The comment about children was
Groaning slightly she walked over and looked over the hole in the wall. "It looks like an improvement to me. Maybe we should make the rest of the facility to match." Really the state of the place couldn't matter less to 533. So far they were just left to goof around which the others made liberal use of.</s> |
<|description|>Aiden "Strange"
"Don't worry, it is all in the plan."
(Is pronounced EYE-den)
Alias
Son of Dread
Spawn of Darkness
Child of The Black Baron
The Blood Thorn of The Rose
The Next Sorcerer Supreme Dudes!!
Age
17
Gender
Male
Appearance
Aiden is rather lanky, standing at 6'4 in height and weighting around 120 pounds. He has unnaturally pale skin, it practically being grey. His irises are deep crimson red and sometimes give off a fiery glow while his sclera are black. His hair is a light blood red and is long, hanging down to his neck, and usually messy. He has a deep blood red scar that goes over his left eye. He normally wears dark T shirts and jeans with a pair of sneakers, like any other teenager, but when he is in battle he switches to a black button up shirt, black dress pants and shoes all under a black and red long coat. He also dawns a golden eye amulet (see second picture above for costume)
Powers
Sorcery- Aiden is quite adapt to the arcane arts, surpassing many of the other magic apprentices his age. He has spent many years learning how to cast a whole assortment of spells to the point that he has built up quite the arsenal.
Chaos Magic- Aiden is able to tap into the dangerous and slightly unstable power of chaos magic to augment his spells and physical abilities. Do to its chaotic nature it is hard for Aiden to control the chaos energy, with further training Aiden could get a better control of it.
Demonic Physiology- Do to Aiden only being half human his biology is different than that of a human's. For example he is much more durable than the average person, being able to take quite the beating and walk away from it. It takes much longer for him to get tired, he can spend days practicing his magic before exhaustion takes him. Fire doesn't seem able to harm him, he has walked through roaring fires as if they were nothing. He doesn't require as much nourishment as others, a good meal can last him a few weeks, though he does like to eat quite a lot anyway.
Abilities
Multilingual- Aiden can speak a countless amount of languages, many of which have been dead for thousands of years
Arcane Knowledge- Aiden's years of studies have left him with a in depth knowledge of the mystical aspects of life
"Hell of a cook"- Though he doesn't need to as often as others Aiden loves eating food and prides himself on his cooking skills. His proudest accomplishment is cooking a batch of chili so spicy that even Dr. Strange refuses to eat it.
Weaknesses
Holy Magic- Do to who his father is Aiden is vulnerable to the "lighter" side of the magic spectrum. This is why he tends to be kind of iffy around religious stuff
Physical Strength- Despite being quite durable Aiden is kind of a wimp. He can take a beating, but if he has to rely only on his own physical strength he can't give one back
Demonic/Chaotic Nature- If he is not careful it is possible for Aiden to fall to the dark nature that he was born with
Equipment
Enchanted Satchel- Aiden has a satchel that has been empowered by a series of spells that allows Aiden to keep a whole library worth of books in it.
Arcane Tomes- Aiden keeps a countless amount of books on the mystic arts in his satchel
A Stash of Candy and Comic Books- "Dudes come on I can't be dark arts and demons all the time"
A Cellphone- "I am a teenager and it is 2015, you do the math"
History
When it comes to origin stories Aiden's is... different to say the least. There was no radioactive spider bites, no explosions of atomic energy, no science experiments gone wrong, no metal covering bone surgeries or anything of the like. It was a handshake and a promise to a interdimensional being of dark magic that brought Aiden into this world, no big deal.
To be a bit less vague Aiden is the result of a deal between the being Dormammu, the magical demon that rules over the Dark Dimension and foe to the Sorcerer Supreme Dr. Strange, and the leader of a group of cultists in the service of Dormammu known as the Brides of Darkness. The leader of the cultists, who is only known as the Black Rose, developed a plan with Dormammu to find a way around the promise he took with Dr. Strange that he would not invade Earth after the Sorcerer Supreme helped him regain control of his dimension. The result of their scheming was that they would create a child that held a piece Dormammu's power who would grow to become a incredibly powerful magic user and conquer Earth in the name of their father, not violating Dormammu's oath yet still giving him Earth.
So it was done, Dormammu placed a portion of his being into The Black Rose which resulted in her impregnation. The pregnancy was considerably normal, besides the random fire starting when ever the baby kicked. When the child was born it turned out it was a boy, a son of Dormammu, with ash grey skin and blood red eyes and hair. He was named Aiden, meaning little fire, and was raised by the women of the cult.
Aiden spent years being trained by the cultists in the dark arts, him excelling at a quite disturbing pace, until he was nine. That was when the cult's headquarters was discovered by the Sorcerer Supreme himself. Dr. Strange raided the base and captured most of the cultists including Aiden, though the Black Rose escaped. He debated what to do with the child, the Doctor was able to sense the boy's demonic nature. Strange finally came to the conclusion that he would foil Dormammu's plot in the best way possible, he would take the boy under his own wing and raise him on the path of good.
Strange became an adoptive father to Aiden, he being much more caring and actually parent like than the boy's real parents. Aiden even went as far as to take the Doctor's last name to honor him. Strange trained Aiden in the mystic arts, though he was far less demanding than the cult was. It wasn't long until Aiden made it his goal to follow and Dr. Strange's foot steps and become the next Sorcerer Supreme.
Recently Dr. Strange had decided that to help Aiden further in his training that he needs to join a team of young heroes like himself, so he can understand what he would be fighting to protect if he ever does become Sorcerer Supreme.
Personality
Aiden has seen some of the darkest, horribly twisted, most vile actions human nature is capable of doing, but he still manages to rock a smile. He seems like your usual teenager, kind of obnoxious, really sarcastic, and over all pretty friendly. He has a sense of humor for almost anything, but he knows when to hold back on the dark or heavy stuff. He doesn't go out of his way to make friends, but won't turn away a new one. When he needs to be he can be pretty insightful, almost mystical some might say. He does have his moments when he goes a little over board with attacks, which can be contributed to his Demonic nature.
Family
Dormammu- Father
The Black Rose- Mother
Satannish- Older Half Brother, Is a Full Demon and a Hell Lord
Countless "Aunts"- The other Cultists of the Brides of Darkness, claim to be his family but Aiden is unsure if that is true or not
NOT ON GOOD TERMS WITH ANY OF THEM
Friends
Dr. Stephen Strange- Adoptive Father
Wong- Dr. Strange's assistant, friend, and defender. He and Aiden are rather close as Wong helped raise Aiden
Clea Strange- Dr. Strange's wife, is also technically Aiden's cosine
Crush/Relationship
None at the moment
Other
Aiden enjoys cooking a lot. He often does it to kill the time, even though he doesn't eat most of the stuff he cooks</s>
<|message|>N/A
Everyone was finally done talking and making pointless noise. Removing the pillow from her face 533 sat up. It looked like quite a few of them had moved on to explore the facility. Thank god. Glancing around at who were left they seemed to be minding their own business. Sitting here might not be the most exciting thing to do but at least it didn't annoy her.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Do you know the bad thing about laying down? It leaves for very little room for dodging. Aiden found this out the hard way when Cass retaliated from his attack with one of her own, hers being a beam of glowing energy. The young sorcerer had barely any time to yelp before he knocked across the floor and into the far wall. "Ow" He said simply as he sat up. He smirked and held his side. "That kind of hurt Blondie." He said as he got to his feet. He chuckled before he stretched, a few cracking sounds escaping him. "But I do believe it is my turn." He said before he cupped his hands around his mouth and began to blow. A cloud of frost escaped his mouth and headed straight for Cass.</s>
<|message|>Cassandra White
As the beam hit him, it knocked him back she wanted to go to him and make sure he was alright but this was training.
"Im sorry! I didnt mean to hurt you badly.." she sighed and walked towards him all worried, but suddenly he attacked her! Sending some kind of frost towards her. She wanted to dodge but it was to fast as it hit her, now being frozen.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden didn't plan on his spell actually getting Cass. "Crude!" He said before he ran over to the frozen girl. He quickly made a few hand gestures which caused his hands to begin to glow. Moments later the ice began to melt before Cass was . "You okay Blondie?" He asked with a furrowed brow.</s>
<|message|>Cassandra White
Cass felt her body being completely frozen, a few seconds later. She got unfrozen looking around noticing Aiden there. "....Im fine..." she said punching his shoulder. "Do not freeze me again.,,,that wasn't fair. I couldn't hit you back!" Cass sighed standing up from the ground and brushing herself off. "So. I lost. You fight with Isis now." she nodded walking towards the bleachers, siting down and now waiting for the two mages to fight.</s>
<|message|>Isis
Isis had been watching the entire fight, it seemed as if Aiden had a complete arsenal. She watched as Cass walked over to the bleachers, and sighed. She didn't want to fight Aiden, he was intimidating. "Uh, yeah...fight. Lovely." She stood up, wishing Dr. Bear was here so she could hold him. She smiled thinly at Aiden, and smoothed out her dress, as she always did.
She stepped up and moved so she was across from Aiden, she waved at him and waited. "Me first? Or you first?"</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden let out a sigh of relief as Cass said she was okay, he even managed a chuckle as she punched his shoulder. "Okay I will make sure not to freeze you anymore." He said before standing up, he made sure she wasn't having any ill effects of being frozen before looking over to Isis. "Ladies first." He said as he stretched.</s>
<|message|>Isis
"Ahh, okay I guess I'll just get ready then. Thanks..." Isis rubbed her arm still smiling, this was the big reveal, she supposed. She took a deep breath and sighed, she was ready to do whatever it was she did.
Isis took another step back, and without speaking, she raised her arms. In front of her, a crack appeared in the earth, immediately a burst of heat would come from the crack, and with it, two knights dressed in black armor. The held swords that glowed white with heat, and stared at Aiden. It appeared as though they were almost transparent. Behind the two transparent knights, were skeletons. They each held a spear of sharpened bone in their hands, ready to pounce. The crack closed up, and the heat that filled the air faded away. Isis stood, her arms slowly lowering, she smiled nervously at Aiden.
"Aggredere, ministros." She said, in a language that sounded like Latin. The troops charged at Aiden, the skeletons taking the lead and the knights standing at the ready. One skeleton swiped visiciously at Aiden's head, and the other tried to maul his legs. "They won't kill you! I think!" Shouted Isis, watching them attack Aiden. She used her telekinesis to hover above the ground.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
"Conjuration, that is neat." Aiden said as he watched the spirits rise up from the ground. The heat didn't faze his, honestly it felt rather nice to the boy. But what did get him was the aggression with the skeletons attacked. He was just able to jump back and then over the skeletons that swiped at him. "Merlin's beard! Yu do have them under control don't you?!" He said as he regained his stance. "I invoke the Bolts of Bedevilment!" He said, his voice echoing slightly, as he held out his hand towards the skeletons. A moment later a circular yellow sigil burned in front of his hand that then released a beam of yellow light at the skeletons. If it made contact with them the chances of them become a pile of ash on the floor was pretty high.</s>
<|message|>Isis
"I do! They're under my control, they just like to have a little fun." Isis said, frowning as he suggested that she wasn't in control. It did seem that way though. She watched as he cast a spell, and with her telekinesis She managed to pull a skeleton up into the sky, while his brother got burnt into a pile of ash. She sent the skeleton flying towards Aiden, its spear at the ready. She looked at her two knights and sighed, she didn't like to use them.
"Equites regii. Non mortem!" She shouted, pointing at Aiden. The Knights, now with new purpose, charged at Aiden as if he had a target painted on his face. She folded her arms and watched silently, biting her lips. She didn't want to conjure anymore, but she would probably have to. If not that, she would have to become Aiden's biggest fear.</s>
| <|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden was just able to generate a gust of wind, like the one he used earlier on Cass, to knock the skeleton that was flung at him up and into the ceiling. "So not cool. No skeletons should be a rule." He said with a chuckle before he realized that the knights were lumbering after him. He managed to sloppily dodge each of their swings of their swords, he was less than graceful as he fell multiple times. "I call upon The Shackles of Sheol!" He said in the same echoing voice as before, this time a blue sigil glowed in front of him that sent out glowing blue bindings that if they hit their mark would bind the knights together</s> |
<|description|>Isis
Alias
Black Magic
Cursed One(by her caretakers)
Age
Unknown, though she appears to be an average sixteen year old.
Gender
Female
Powers
Necromancy; Isis can summon up the cursed souls of the dead, in spiritual forms or in skeletal forms.
Telekinesis; Isis can use telekinesis to lift and manipulate objects, she can also use this to hover, giving her the illusion of flying.
Nemesis Form; Isis can take the form of someone's worst fear.
Desire Form; Isis can also take on the form of someone's biggest desire.
Enhanced Physical Condition; Isis is at the peak of her physical condition, meaning she is stronger, faster, and smarter than most human beings.
Abilities
Isis is a natural at Hand-to-Hand Combat.
Equipment
Nothing but Isis and her suit
Weaknesses
Isis is overconfident, and has a large ego, so in a battle she will underestimate foes.
Since Isis is "cursed" she has a large weakness to holy things, such as crosses, so she is basically a vampiric figure.
History
The short story is as follows, a long time ago Isis was born to a single mother, who had been taken to bed forcefully by a man that disappeared the morning after. Her mother died in childbirth, leaving behind an unwanted child that was shipped straight to the nearest orphanage. At the orphanage, Isis' unnatural powers started to develop, and after one of the caretakers at the orphanage saw Isis floating about in her bedroom, they gave her the nickname "Cursed One" and locked her away. One year, on her birthday, the caretakers found a way to get rid of her. Nick Fury was recruiting for his team, and so they managed to catch his eye, and Isis made her way into the team.
Personality
Isis has never been around many people, but she likes to think she's very friendly. She's never gotten a chance to test her people skills with anyone but the caretakers, who never spoke to her after the incident, so she's fairly awkward. Her ego is inflated, and she likes a bit of attention.
Family
Neveah- Her mother
Unknown(until later on)- Her father
Friends
N/A
Crush/Relationship
She doesn't have a crush or a relationship, unless her teddy bear counts....
Other
It May not be practical, but this is her costume,</s>
<|message|>Cassandra White
Cassandra already knew that he was going to dodge her blasts. "Ahh! So you know what you are doing huh..? That's good. But I am not done yet..!" that was just not the only trick that Cassandra knew, oh no sir. She could totally punch him and sending him flying straight to the walls, but she didn't want to use her super strength against Aiden..he was to cute for that.
Here she goes! She flew towards Aiden but stopped in mid-air as she covered herself with her arms and legs as a wind sent her flying backwards, hitting her back against the wall. She fell to the ground and slowly stood up. So he wasn't playing then..? Alright, she could do that.
Cassandra's hands were glowing yellow as she placed them together and a bright yellow beam flew straight towards Aiden. Dodge that!</s>
<|message|>N/A
Everyone was finally done talking and making pointless noise. Removing the pillow from her face 533 sat up. It looked like quite a few of them had moved on to explore the facility. Thank god. Glancing around at who were left they seemed to be minding their own business. Sitting here might not be the most exciting thing to do but at least it didn't annoy her.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Do you know the bad thing about laying down? It leaves for very little room for dodging. Aiden found this out the hard way when Cass retaliated from his attack with one of her own, hers being a beam of glowing energy. The young sorcerer had barely any time to yelp before he knocked across the floor and into the far wall. "Ow" He said simply as he sat up. He smirked and held his side. "That kind of hurt Blondie." He said as he got to his feet. He chuckled before he stretched, a few cracking sounds escaping him. "But I do believe it is my turn." He said before he cupped his hands around his mouth and began to blow. A cloud of frost escaped his mouth and headed straight for Cass.</s>
<|message|>Cassandra White
As the beam hit him, it knocked him back she wanted to go to him and make sure he was alright but this was training.
"Im sorry! I didnt mean to hurt you badly.." she sighed and walked towards him all worried, but suddenly he attacked her! Sending some kind of frost towards her. She wanted to dodge but it was to fast as it hit her, now being frozen.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden didn't plan on his spell actually getting Cass. "Crude!" He said before he ran over to the frozen girl. He quickly made a few hand gestures which caused his hands to begin to glow. Moments later the ice began to melt before Cass was . "You okay Blondie?" He asked with a furrowed brow.</s>
<|message|>Cassandra White
Cass felt her body being completely frozen, a few seconds later. She got unfrozen looking around noticing Aiden there. "....Im fine..." she said punching his shoulder. "Do not freeze me again.,,,that wasn't fair. I couldn't hit you back!" Cass sighed standing up from the ground and brushing herself off. "So. I lost. You fight with Isis now." she nodded walking towards the bleachers, siting down and now waiting for the two mages to fight.</s>
<|message|>Isis
Isis had been watching the entire fight, it seemed as if Aiden had a complete arsenal. She watched as Cass walked over to the bleachers, and sighed. She didn't want to fight Aiden, he was intimidating. "Uh, yeah...fight. Lovely." She stood up, wishing Dr. Bear was here so she could hold him. She smiled thinly at Aiden, and smoothed out her dress, as she always did.
She stepped up and moved so she was across from Aiden, she waved at him and waited. "Me first? Or you first?"</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden let out a sigh of relief as Cass said she was okay, he even managed a chuckle as she punched his shoulder. "Okay I will make sure not to freeze you anymore." He said before standing up, he made sure she wasn't having any ill effects of being frozen before looking over to Isis. "Ladies first." He said as he stretched.</s>
<|message|>Isis
"Ahh, okay I guess I'll just get ready then. Thanks..." Isis rubbed her arm still smiling, this was the big reveal, she supposed. She took a deep breath and sighed, she was ready to do whatever it was she did.
Isis took another step back, and without speaking, she raised her arms. In front of her, a crack appeared in the earth, immediately a burst of heat would come from the crack, and with it, two knights dressed in black armor. The held swords that glowed white with heat, and stared at Aiden. It appeared as though they were almost transparent. Behind the two transparent knights, were skeletons. They each held a spear of sharpened bone in their hands, ready to pounce. The crack closed up, and the heat that filled the air faded away. Isis stood, her arms slowly lowering, she smiled nervously at Aiden.
"Aggredere, ministros." She said, in a language that sounded like Latin. The troops charged at Aiden, the skeletons taking the lead and the knights standing at the ready. One skeleton swiped visiciously at Aiden's head, and the other tried to maul his legs. "They won't kill you! I think!" Shouted Isis, watching them attack Aiden. She used her telekinesis to hover above the ground.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
"Conjuration, that is neat." Aiden said as he watched the spirits rise up from the ground. The heat didn't faze his, honestly it felt rather nice to the boy. But what did get him was the aggression with the skeletons attacked. He was just able to jump back and then over the skeletons that swiped at him. "Merlin's beard! Yu do have them under control don't you?!" He said as he regained his stance. "I invoke the Bolts of Bedevilment!" He said, his voice echoing slightly, as he held out his hand towards the skeletons. A moment later a circular yellow sigil burned in front of his hand that then released a beam of yellow light at the skeletons. If it made contact with them the chances of them become a pile of ash on the floor was pretty high.</s>
<|message|>Isis
"I do! They're under my control, they just like to have a little fun." Isis said, frowning as he suggested that she wasn't in control. It did seem that way though. She watched as he cast a spell, and with her telekinesis She managed to pull a skeleton up into the sky, while his brother got burnt into a pile of ash. She sent the skeleton flying towards Aiden, its spear at the ready. She looked at her two knights and sighed, she didn't like to use them.
"Equites regii. Non mortem!" She shouted, pointing at Aiden. The Knights, now with new purpose, charged at Aiden as if he had a target painted on his face. She folded her arms and watched silently, biting her lips. She didn't want to conjure anymore, but she would probably have to. If not that, she would have to become Aiden's biggest fear.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden was just able to generate a gust of wind, like the one he used earlier on Cass, to knock the skeleton that was flung at him up and into the ceiling. "So not cool. No skeletons should be a rule." He said with a chuckle before he realized that the knights were lumbering after him. He managed to sloppily dodge each of their swings of their swords, he was less than graceful as he fell multiple times. "I call upon The Shackles of Sheol!" He said in the same echoing voice as before, this time a blue sigil glowed in front of him that sent out glowing blue bindings that if they hit their mark would bind the knights together</s>
<|message|>Isis
Isis swore underneath her breath as her two knights were captured, struggling to get free of their binds. She thought of her options and sighed, tapping into her powers. In a flash, Isis transformed in Aiden's eyes. She became the image of Dormammu, which was Aiden's biggest fear, while he was hopefully frozen in fear, she flew down towards him, hoping to make this a physical fight. If she got to him, she wpulf herself appear as Isis again, and send a fist flying towards his face.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden's eyes widened. It...it couldn't be... the hell fire... the empty eyes... the... the sheer malevolence that radiated of the dark cloaked figure... It was Dormammu, the conqueror of a thousand dimensions, the ruler of the dark dimension, the breaker of shores... his father. Aiden didn't know what to do. He felt all hope drain from his body, he saw the end, his end, as the Lord of Dread approached him. Then he saw Isis, quickly fallowed by her fist into his face. He then became really familiar with the floor as Isis's punch left him knocked back on the floor. The young sorcerer just simply laid there, making no effort to get up. He repeatedly muttered the word "No.." Over and over again.</s>
<|message|>Isis
Isis stood in front of Aiden, her fist had connected with his face, and now he laid there, stunned. It wasn't by her punch, but by the fear she had shown him. "Aiden? Aiden are you okay? I'm sorry! I didn't think-I'm sorry!" Isis started to panic, she checked Aiden's pulse, waved her hand over his face to see if his eyes followed it, and mostly she screamed apologies. "What happened? I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" She felt horrible, why had she done that? She should've just accepted defeat. "Oh goodness I'm sorry, do I need to get you a nurse?" She figured he was in shock, but she didn't know what to do with someone when they were in shock. "Cassandra! Come over here!"</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
"Dormammu..." Aiden muttered before he blinked a few times. It took him a few moments before sat up, a dazed look on his face. He sat there stunned before he turned to Isis. "Dude that was so not cool!" He said, throwing his hands into the air. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."</s>
<|message|>Cassandra White
Cassandra actually enjoyed this little fight because they knew what they were doing -AND- both of them were sorcerers. Her head was just going left to right left to right, figuring out what was going to happen.
A few moments into the battle something happened between Aiden and Isis. But it had to be Isis's doing, she suddenly stood up and ran towards Aiden but he was already fine when she got right next to them.
"Oh. Alrighty then. What happened..?"</s>
<|message|>N/A
533 had become bored sitting around and headed to where she heard the fighting, which was apparently the training room. Missing the action she only heard Aiden say he almost had a heart attack. Moving closer she frowned slightly. "Do it again I missed it."</s>
<|message|>Gwen Parker
Gwen: I drop down when Aiden mentions Dormammu. I look at him "What was that you said?" I look directly at Aiden, my eyes under my mask almost popping out. I point at Isis, "What did you do? Why did he almost have a heart attack?"
Dormammu… a distant memory echoing through with that name. 'I can't REMEMBER. Why can't I figure it out? I have heard it…or did Peter hear it?' I think to myself, a headache setting in, just like every other time I try to remember something. I have photographic memory…yet I can't remember without it hurting…</s>
| <|message|>Isis
"Hey, I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean in...it's what happens when I use my powers. I thought you could handle it. Who's Dormammu anyways? You're the one who said you defeated people like me on a daily basis." Isis glared at him, before sighing and holding a hand our so he could get up. "Sorry Aiden, that was a good fight though."
Isis then turned over to Gwen, who was questioning her. "I became his biggest fear, not that big of a deal."</s> |
<|description|>Nikolai Bear
Alias: Bearman/ Mr. Teddy
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Powers
What are the powers of the bearman, you ask? He is a bear, and he is a man. The perks include being a 3 meter tall musclebound beast with claws the size of daggers and a hide so thick it can stop small calibre bullets with ease. And you get to keep your opposable thumbs! Bearman is an enormous, powerful hunk of flesh and claws, backed by human intellect and the capability to use tools.
Bearman has a distinctive sense of smell, and can track people over long distances. He's also quite fast, can climb with ease, and is near to immune to cold temperatures.
Abilities:
Mastery of a unique martial art called 'Bear Fu'. It focuses on fighting with your bear hands, although there's also a section on armed combat. The reason nobody else can use Bear Fu is because it requires immense physical strength, as well as claws and teeth.
In all seriousness, Bearman is an expert in melee combat, a master warrior who knows perfectly how to use the strengths of his hybrid form. He's also a good marksman, experienced with the use of fully automatic weaponry, a decent pilot and a good driver. He has extensive military training, can recognize most weapons and tactics for what they are, and has extensive knowledge on the subject of bears.
Equipment:
A custom made suit of armour plating forged from molecularly altered ceramics. In addition to being immune to temperatures of up to 4000 degrees, it's impenetrable to all but the heaviest calibres of bullets. This suit would be too heavy for a normal person, but is comfortable to Bearman.
Often Bearman carries a heavy gattling gun into the battlefield. While usually this weapon would be mounted on a tank, Bearman carries it along with ease, allowing him to unleash immense firepower on his enemies. He lovingly refers to it as 'Vanessa'.
Bearman has an arsenal of weapons at his disposal, from rocket launchers to axes. He may carry any number of additional weapons into the battlefield, if he so desires.
Weaknesses:
Bearman is Bearman, he needs no weaknesses! Bearman's only weakness is his hatred for stairs - he cannot walk up them. He also severely dislikes small doors, and tight spaces.
History:
Once upon a time, a man was bitten by a radioactive bear. That man died. It was a radioactive bear, there is no way you're going to survive that encounter.
Meanwhile in Russia, the perfect soldier was being developed. Mad scientists mixed man with animal, to create a being with the best traits of both. A bear supesoldier, the soon to be Captain Russia. However, the soldier in question had other plans.
Nikolai escaped the labaratory after the modifications had been completed. The process had meddled with his brain, and he lost his memories. Even now he cannot remember quite what happened, nor can he remember what group had attempted to mutate him. All he knows is that he emerged as Bearman, and he has been Bearman ever since.
Personality:
Bearman is simple, yet theatrical. He is gentle, with a tendency to make horrible bear puns. He dislikes complexity, and loves to make a show of whatever he happens to be doing. However, he has quite the temper. You wouldn't like him when he's angry.
Bearman is loyal to those he trusts, seeing his friends as family. He's straightforward and honest, disliking nothing more than traitors and liars.
He is also severely grumpy in the morning.
Family
Everyone is Bearman's family!
Friends
Same thing! What's the difference?
Crush/Relationship
Does crushing one's enemies beneath one's claws count?</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
"Dormammu..." Aiden muttered before he blinked a few times. It took him a few moments before sat up, a dazed look on his face. He sat there stunned before he turned to Isis. "Dude that was so not cool!" He said, throwing his hands into the air. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."</s>
<|message|>Cassandra White
Cassandra actually enjoyed this little fight because they knew what they were doing -AND- both of them were sorcerers. Her head was just going left to right left to right, figuring out what was going to happen.
A few moments into the battle something happened between Aiden and Isis. But it had to be Isis's doing, she suddenly stood up and ran towards Aiden but he was already fine when she got right next to them.
"Oh. Alrighty then. What happened..?"</s>
<|message|>N/A
533 had become bored sitting around and headed to where she heard the fighting, which was apparently the training room. Missing the action she only heard Aiden say he almost had a heart attack. Moving closer she frowned slightly. "Do it again I missed it."</s>
<|message|>Gwen Parker
Gwen: I drop down when Aiden mentions Dormammu. I look at him "What was that you said?" I look directly at Aiden, my eyes under my mask almost popping out. I point at Isis, "What did you do? Why did he almost have a heart attack?"
Dormammu… a distant memory echoing through with that name. 'I can't REMEMBER. Why can't I figure it out? I have heard it…or did Peter hear it?' I think to myself, a headache setting in, just like every other time I try to remember something. I have photographic memory…yet I can't remember without it hurting…</s>
<|message|>Isis
"Hey, I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean in...it's what happens when I use my powers. I thought you could handle it. Who's Dormammu anyways? You're the one who said you defeated people like me on a daily basis." Isis glared at him, before sighing and holding a hand our so he could get up. "Sorry Aiden, that was a good fight though."
Isis then turned over to Gwen, who was questioning her. "I became his biggest fear, not that big of a deal."</s>
<|message|>Nikolai Bear
It had been a long time since Bearman had seen the inside of a military facility. Again and again they had told him it wasn't, but Bearman could practically smell it. Weapons, sweat, determination..... this was a place where soldiers were trained. Whether they used guns, or some form of paranormal ability, it made little difference. They were the men and women who chose a cause to fight for, who chose a cause to die for. They were the soldiers of this new organization, SHIELD.
Walking through the hallways, he considered the implications of being a soldier once again. He couldn't remember his own time serving the Soviet Union, and as such he had little experience he could call upon. However, in certain ways the concept was appealing. He had always enjoyed fighting, and if one is going to fight anyway, why not do so in a manner that helps people? At least at the moment, Bearman could find no reason not to do so, which was why he had accepted SHIELD's invitation in the first place.
The sound and smell of battle, not too far away. It was not battle with guns, but rather with paranormal capabilities, as would be expected in a facility such as this. For some reason, people were fighting.
Moving on all fours, Bearman rushed through the tight corridors. SHIELD personnel and guards alike were bowled over, some managing to jump aside in time to avoid an unhealthy meeting with the ground. Arriving at the scene of the fight, he found his way barred by a door - and a small one at that. However, there was no time to find an alternate route.
With a crack and a bang, the wall collapsed, as the door itself was propelled across the room, slowly skidding to a stop on the stone floor of the training area. Through the newly created hole stepped Bearman, standing on his hind legs as he marched into the area. The cloud of dust and broken stone that had gathered around his legs like a brownish fog only added to the figure he struck. "Bearman has arrived! Where is da fighting?!"</s>
<|message|>Gwen Parker
Gwen: I turn to this 'Bearman' "Oh great…well you already destroyed a door…which automatically opens. I was wondering when the walls would start being destroyed." I roll my eyes at the 'Bearman' then look back Aiden, waiting for his answer.</s>
<|message|>Aiden "Strange"
Aiden had a slight glare in his eyes directed towards Isis, but he let out a sigh and took her hand of help. He couldn't be mad at her, she was just using her powers. But he didn't have long to properly regain his footing before a on slot of questions cane to him by his other team mates. He awkwardly shuffled on his feet and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uhh he is... uhh nobody, don't worry about it." He clumsily stammered out, trying to find a way to change the topic. Luckily this came in the form of a large speaking bear who went by the name Bearman, a real shocker that one. Aiden never thought he would be so happy to have a giant bear in the same room as him.
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"Smooth move you over grown teddy bear, it isn't like doors open or anything." A dark haired boy in a Three Days Grace T-shirt under a black leather jacket said as he walked through the cloud of dust that used to be the door to the training room. He had a cocky smirk on his face and his arms crossed in front of his broad chest as he looked over the people in the room. "Sup chumps, you can call me Vince."</s>
<|message|>Nikolai Bear
Bearman didn't like the smirking one, he looked like a brat. He'd make sure to throw him across the room sometime. In Bearman's experience, high-speed impacts with the far wall had a tendency to severely reduce people's tendency to be annoying. Occasionally due to fear of repetition, and occasionally because they were incapable of cognitive thought. Either way, it was a highly effective method, which he had found need to apply often.
"You build your doors too small! You need a bear-sized door!" Growling, bearman marched across the room, as he looked down. One of the people here smelled like demon. Bearman had no problem with demons, unlike most sentient beings in general. As long as demons didn't mess with him, he didn't mess with them - and as far as he could remember, no demon had messed with him or his family. The others were human, as far as Bearman could tell. Most of them were but children, clearly unsuited for battle. "Why are all these children here, fighting? You should be in your rooms, and let the grownups fight!"
Had Bearman had eyebrows, he would have furrowed them. Whilst this group certainly smelled strange, he found the quantity of teenagers among them disconcerting. What were they doing in a military location?</s>
<|message|>Gwen Parker
Gwen: "Did you just call use kids? I don't know about these people…but I will have you know that I am twenty-three!" I grin at Bearman, aiming my web shooters at both of his feet. Firing the webbing at him, it coats his feet and sticks to the ground. "Now apologize for breaking the door…which by the way, was Hulk sized…trust me."
Turning back to Aiden, I giving him a look of disbelief, "Now, why did you mention Dormammu when Isis became your greatest fear, if he is no one. I have hear the name before, so spill it…" I stare directly at Aiden, aiming my web shooters at Bearman.
'Vince? He sounds like trouble, I don't like his attitude. I might need to avoid him, and focus on these magic users, and that Bearman…reminds me of a more human Hulk.' I think to myself.</s>
<|message|>Cassandra White
Cassandra shrugged not knowing what they were talking about as she finally stood up, seeing that she was knelt down next to Aiden trying to figure out what was going on with him but it seems that, it was taken care of. "Alrighty then..." she placed a hand on Aiden's back giving him a smile. Worried that he might have not been alright, he was pretty frozen back there... frozen with fear. Whatever it was, she was going to be there for him.~ Cassandra was now crossing her arms. "So..what do we do now..?" and then someone comes into the room, but she ignored him being worried about Aiden so she was staring at him until she told him if he was alright!</s>
<|message|>N/A
533 was becoming disinterested with what was going on. She had come hoping to see a fight, not watch a bunch of girls fall all over themselves for Aiden. Bearman was almost a welcome change of pace as he took the wall down with the door. Some new hotshot made a comment on that particular action and Gwen as usual was still talking. The comment about children was
Groaning slightly she walked over and looked over the hole in the wall. "It looks like an improvement to me. Maybe we should make the rest of the facility to match." Really the state of the place couldn't matter less to 533. So far they were just left to goof around which the others made liberal use of.</s>
| <|message|>Nikolai Bear
The girl just shot white stuff at him from his wrists. Whilst certainly unexpected, this was mildly annoying at best. Was this her power? To mildly annoy people with sticky white stuff? He'd just....
Frowning, he looked down as he tried to walk, finding that his feet were stuck to the ground. Had she shot him with some kind of glue? If so, that would certainly explain why she'd looked so smug when she'd hit him. "You girls and your glue...." Obviously, however, she had made a mistake. It was a rather large mistake, and one Bearman had been surprised she would make. A mistake that was the undoing of any kind of attack. She'd used it on Bearman!
With grunt, he ripped a grouping of bricks from the ground, the web sticking to the shattered fragments of stone. It took him a second to find his balance, it had been a long time since he'd worn shoes. "You should be old enough to know that it's never a good idea to make the bears angry...." Walking over to Spiderwoman, Bearman cracked a slight smile. His mouth, whilst similar to that of a bear, was quite capable of smiling. It was a rather odd sight. "I do hope these things dissolve. Else the situation might become.... unbearable." The bear chuckled softly.
"Don't worry, Bearman is not easily offended. Neither by your puny doors, or by your glue. Now, where is the food in this building? I could eat a horse!" Smiling brightly now, Bearman looks around at his new comrades.</s> |
<|description|>Leigh Blight
Character Sheet-
Rank: Supreme Creed
Age: 21
Appearance>Personal: Leigh has a pale skin-tone athletic figure, he is slightly under-weight and his ribs can be seen when he stretches. Leigh's body houses several scars due to his masochistic and sometimes reckless nature. Leigh is roughly 6'3" and his weight is 58kg. He has long jet black hair that he wears tied back.
Appearance>Clothes: Leigh wears a long sleeved black shirt with a dark grey tie, he also wears loose fitting black dress pants with a dark brown leather belt. Leigh wears black, square rimmed glasses.
Personality Type: Masochistic, sadistic and vengeful, Leigh prefers to suppress his baser instincts with a stoic attitude and demeanour in times that test his patience and nerves. Although he can easily appear charismatic, witty and even charming at times, these traits are better thought of as his weapons, weapons he uses to manipulate and deceive others.
Goal in Life: Crush the remnants of the old world
Weapon: Spring assisted Knife
Utility: Solar-powered flash-light
Condition: Human, healthy, short sighted - mild.</s>
<|message|>Leigh Blight
"Pfft, what scum." I muttered with strained breaths. My gaze remained locked on the corpse in front of me, a tall male figure with warm tan skin lay there leaking from his neck and mouth. I take in a deep breath as the shaking that surged through my body fades with the adrenaline rush that had just enveloped me. Pushing the blade back into its handle, I slide my knife back into my pocket before wiping the fresh blood from my hands onto the corpses clothing, the clean parts anyway. After a quick pat down I find a key chain with only a single small security box key on it and a dead mobile phone.
Grasping at the mobile phone I stare at it in contemplation, 'such a device was made obsolete in this world weeks ago. Clinging to your old humanity is futile, such devices have no value in this world.' I shove the mobile phone and key chain into my pockets before turning my back to the grizzly mess I had made, they will be coming soon and when they spot his blood, they'll be in a frenzy.
Taking quick and quiet steps I dart from afternoon shadow to afternoon shadow, passing several corpses on the way, including some that still moved, however, timing my strolls from block to block with the echoes of thrown stones to my back is enough to make any zombie completely blind to my presence. It's not long before I find myself in front of what used to be a gun shop. Abandoned and ransacked, this place only offers shelter and meagre security from the out-side world, it wasn't a location I had envied or desired but it was enough in my time of need.
After loosening the chain on the steel screen door I allow myself inside, then securing the entrance behind me. As I did everyday, I wondered into the makeshift storage room Valerie and I had arranged to store any resources we could get our hands on. A deep sigh escapes my lips as I notice that severed fingers had been left on one of the shelves next to a sealed package of water bottles I had found only a few days prior. Grasping one of the fingers in my hand I was surprised as to how soft and malleable the skin still was, these were fresh, that's for sure. I started to wonder if Valerie maybe had an accident, but the thought didn't possess me for long. Putting the finger back I strolled back into the front room, gun racks littered the walls but not a single gun or bullet would be found anywhere in this room.
Moving to the bordered up display window at the front of the store, a small anxiety built inside of me as I turned my thoughts to the recent matters involving a group of survivors. 'That den of scum is getting larger, if I do not act soon I will find myself once again getting kicked from my abode. Relocation wont be as smooth this time either now that I have Valerie and her... eccentric activities to provide for and house. I'd already be rid of her if it were not for the vaccine she had produced, there is value in keeping it from the other groups for now.' I thought to myself as a lone legless zombie crawled in and out of my scope of vision from the bordered up window. "Such simple, dumb creatures." I state in a nonchalant tone.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
"Slice! Slice! Slice! Cut! Cut! Cut! Let's see how the experiment ended UUUP!" I sing aloud as I put my rusty utensils to work. Excitement envelops me as I grasp for the metal syringe I had been forced to re-use for quite sometime now. Exacting a little bit of purple serum from a corked bottle I had requested Leigh to obtain for me, I inject the serum into a fresh severed zombie arm, then taking samples from three equally spaced sections of the arm I leap to my feet and secure the samples in three different vials. As I reach for my lab-coat I can hear the rustle of chain link sliding on chain link and then the front door sliding open and back closed. 'Good timing Leigh.' I thought to myself as I slid my lab-coat on.
As I look back at my work station, a mere table with a corpse resting on its surface, I cannot help but to feel over-whelming freedom when I compare it to my earlier labs. Although this place is sorely lacking, Leigh is the first survivor to not discourage my work or place labor pressures on me like those other groups tried. Even more, he is the first person to see the value of my Z-Nectar, all the others were too afraid to even have it stored anywhere near their precious run down shelters.
Walking from my 'lab' at the back of the building, I enter the store front in time to catch Leigh's nonchalant comment. "Oh, I concur! If I had made those creatures, they would have never been so useless. Honestly, even as a weapon, those simple creatures are sorely lacking. How they managed to over-throw humanity I will continue to fail to understand." I respond before rushing into the storage room. Grasping a finger I had left in the storage room I approach Leigh with a twinkle in my eyes. "I am going to need you to eat this." I state trying to hide my excitement while holding out the finger.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
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<|message|>Leigh Blight
I turn my gaze to meet Valerie as she words off her two cents in regards to my comment, I start to feel uncomfortable at the notion of Valerie constructing zombies of her own. Recently I have started to formulate ideas as to how to use the zombies as a means to get rid of some of the annoying survivor groups nearby, but actually having the ability to create your own strain of the zombie virus and manipulate it at your own will, I am sure that is the ambition and skill that destroyed humanity in the first place. Although we rely on one another, should she gain the ability to design and manipulate zombies, the scales would slam in her favour.
My train of thought is broken when Valerie shoves a severed finger into my face and makes an absurd demand of me. "I think I'll pass, that thing could still have active zombie pathogens inside of it." I respond calmly.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
Disappointed, but not surprised, I point the finger at Leigh angrily. "Of course it still has the zombie pathogens inside of it! What use would a normal human finger have to me?!" My reply is swift and carries an impatient tone. "However, I believe I may have un-pathogened the pathogens! If this is true, then that means I have developed a cure to this accursed plague. So I need you to eat this, then give me some of your blood to play with and we'll see what happens!" I reply, back to my preppy excited tone.</s>
<|message|>Leigh Blight
"A cure? I thought you preferred society in shambles. Your experiments would be banned again, you may even be punished for forming the research that eventually led this plague, as you call it." I reply shocked. Was it always Valerie's intent to cure the world of zombies? She spoke so often of how the new changes to the world have set her free. There has to be something more to this, I absolutely refuse to go back to how things were. "What of furthering your research? Surely anything related to your research would not only be banned but also suppressed and destroyed!" I offered in protest.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
"Leigh, Leigh, Leigh! Calm your wandering mind. I've got a much better use for the cure than helping to re-build the shackles that once bound my intellect! This cure is only a tiny step towards the rest of my research. With this, I'll be able to purge corpses of the zombie pathogen and play around with clean bodies just as nature intended! But, I need to know if it works, so eat up." I respond. 'Dammit Leigh, you over-think too much! I wish I could move my research a long a bit faster, then I'll be able to MAKE things that do what I want when I tell them.' I think to myself.</s>
<|message|>Leigh Blight
A flow of relief breezed over me as I came to understand Valerie's intentions. However, this all still leaves us with one problem. "Should I eat that finger, how can you be sure that I haven't just contracted a neutralized form of the virus rather than having it not infect me at all?" I respond after some time of absorbing her last message. Despite Valerie's inclination to tell the truth, there is still something fishy about her request.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
"Well you're no fun, I've grabbed some samples of dead zombie tissue injected with the serum that I want to check out with some better lab equipment. If you'll just eat this finger, I'll be able to find out if the serum has, at the very least, fully disabled the virus, but if you're going to keep throwing those spoil sport questions at me, I guess I'll just have to wait." I reply with crossed arms after throwing the finger away. "I would have eaten the thing myself, however, I've already taken the vaccine which means the virus wont show signs of infection in me regardless of the serums validity."
"Incidentally, I am reaching the limits of what I can do with the rusty utensils I've got. We need to go hunting for some more equipment and a power source if I ever hope to move forward with my work." I state boldly. Despite Leigh's open mindedness about my work, I cannot be held back once again. I finally have a chance to unleash my ultimate creation, it just needs more work, a lot more work!</s>
| <|message|>Leigh Blight
Slightly unsettled by her conduct, I begin to think about her worlds. Firstly I cannot fault her for her recklessness in regards to her experiments, at least she was up front about it, eventually. My mind starts to wonder back to my previous train of thought involving the nearby survivor group, I agree with Valerie in one regard, we certainly need to move location, with the nearby survivor group expanding their scouting territory it wont be long until they start drawing more zombies to the area. Not to mention the body I left behind, they'll be looking for suspects.
"I know of a location that is ideal for us, but if we plan to take hold of it... there may be some trouble." I announce to Valerie. Walking into the storage room I kneel down by a box in the corner, it houses some basic office supplies we had found in here. Grasping a piece of paper I roughly sketch the surrounding area from our location to the survivor groups location and then the location in question.
Showing the crude hand-drawn map to Valerie I point to the square labelled '1' at the top of the sheet. "This is where the nearest survivor group is currently set up." Sliding my finger over to the block with an exclamation mark on it. "And this where a college campus that appears to have power is located. I've seen outside path lights on from afar several nights now. Currently the survivors haven't gotten their hands on the campus because it is swarming with zombies as is the shaded block to the left of the area marked 1. If we could clear out the zombies from the campus and wipe out the survivor group, we'd have access to better equipment as well as any resources left over by the survivor group. But pulling this off would require some planning."</s> |
<|description|>Leigh Blight
Character Sheet-
Rank: Supreme Creed
Age: 21
Appearance>Personal: Leigh has a pale skin-tone athletic figure, he is slightly under-weight and his ribs can be seen when he stretches. Leigh's body houses several scars due to his masochistic and sometimes reckless nature. Leigh is roughly 6'3" and his weight is 58kg. He has long jet black hair that he wears tied back.
Appearance>Clothes: Leigh wears a long sleeved black shirt with a dark grey tie, he also wears loose fitting black dress pants with a dark brown leather belt. Leigh wears black, square rimmed glasses.
Personality Type: Masochistic, sadistic and vengeful, Leigh prefers to suppress his baser instincts with a stoic attitude and demeanour in times that test his patience and nerves. Although he can easily appear charismatic, witty and even charming at times, these traits are better thought of as his weapons, weapons he uses to manipulate and deceive others.
Goal in Life: Crush the remnants of the old world
Weapon: Spring assisted Knife
Utility: Solar-powered flash-light
Condition: Human, healthy, short sighted - mild.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
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<|message|>Leigh Blight
I turn my gaze to meet Valerie as she words off her two cents in regards to my comment, I start to feel uncomfortable at the notion of Valerie constructing zombies of her own. Recently I have started to formulate ideas as to how to use the zombies as a means to get rid of some of the annoying survivor groups nearby, but actually having the ability to create your own strain of the zombie virus and manipulate it at your own will, I am sure that is the ambition and skill that destroyed humanity in the first place. Although we rely on one another, should she gain the ability to design and manipulate zombies, the scales would slam in her favour.
My train of thought is broken when Valerie shoves a severed finger into my face and makes an absurd demand of me. "I think I'll pass, that thing could still have active zombie pathogens inside of it." I respond calmly.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
Disappointed, but not surprised, I point the finger at Leigh angrily. "Of course it still has the zombie pathogens inside of it! What use would a normal human finger have to me?!" My reply is swift and carries an impatient tone. "However, I believe I may have un-pathogened the pathogens! If this is true, then that means I have developed a cure to this accursed plague. So I need you to eat this, then give me some of your blood to play with and we'll see what happens!" I reply, back to my preppy excited tone.</s>
<|message|>Leigh Blight
"A cure? I thought you preferred society in shambles. Your experiments would be banned again, you may even be punished for forming the research that eventually led this plague, as you call it." I reply shocked. Was it always Valerie's intent to cure the world of zombies? She spoke so often of how the new changes to the world have set her free. There has to be something more to this, I absolutely refuse to go back to how things were. "What of furthering your research? Surely anything related to your research would not only be banned but also suppressed and destroyed!" I offered in protest.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
"Leigh, Leigh, Leigh! Calm your wandering mind. I've got a much better use for the cure than helping to re-build the shackles that once bound my intellect! This cure is only a tiny step towards the rest of my research. With this, I'll be able to purge corpses of the zombie pathogen and play around with clean bodies just as nature intended! But, I need to know if it works, so eat up." I respond. 'Dammit Leigh, you over-think too much! I wish I could move my research a long a bit faster, then I'll be able to MAKE things that do what I want when I tell them.' I think to myself.</s>
<|message|>Leigh Blight
A flow of relief breezed over me as I came to understand Valerie's intentions. However, this all still leaves us with one problem. "Should I eat that finger, how can you be sure that I haven't just contracted a neutralized form of the virus rather than having it not infect me at all?" I respond after some time of absorbing her last message. Despite Valerie's inclination to tell the truth, there is still something fishy about her request.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
"Well you're no fun, I've grabbed some samples of dead zombie tissue injected with the serum that I want to check out with some better lab equipment. If you'll just eat this finger, I'll be able to find out if the serum has, at the very least, fully disabled the virus, but if you're going to keep throwing those spoil sport questions at me, I guess I'll just have to wait." I reply with crossed arms after throwing the finger away. "I would have eaten the thing myself, however, I've already taken the vaccine which means the virus wont show signs of infection in me regardless of the serums validity."
"Incidentally, I am reaching the limits of what I can do with the rusty utensils I've got. We need to go hunting for some more equipment and a power source if I ever hope to move forward with my work." I state boldly. Despite Leigh's open mindedness about my work, I cannot be held back once again. I finally have a chance to unleash my ultimate creation, it just needs more work, a lot more work!</s>
<|message|>Leigh Blight
Slightly unsettled by her conduct, I begin to think about her worlds. Firstly I cannot fault her for her recklessness in regards to her experiments, at least she was up front about it, eventually. My mind starts to wonder back to my previous train of thought involving the nearby survivor group, I agree with Valerie in one regard, we certainly need to move location, with the nearby survivor group expanding their scouting territory it wont be long until they start drawing more zombies to the area. Not to mention the body I left behind, they'll be looking for suspects.
"I know of a location that is ideal for us, but if we plan to take hold of it... there may be some trouble." I announce to Valerie. Walking into the storage room I kneel down by a box in the corner, it houses some basic office supplies we had found in here. Grasping a piece of paper I roughly sketch the surrounding area from our location to the survivor groups location and then the location in question.
Showing the crude hand-drawn map to Valerie I point to the square labelled '1' at the top of the sheet. "This is where the nearest survivor group is currently set up." Sliding my finger over to the block with an exclamation mark on it. "And this where a college campus that appears to have power is located. I've seen outside path lights on from afar several nights now. Currently the survivors haven't gotten their hands on the campus because it is swarming with zombies as is the shaded block to the left of the area marked 1. If we could clear out the zombies from the campus and wipe out the survivor group, we'd have access to better equipment as well as any resources left over by the survivor group. But pulling this off would require some planning."</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
'Quite the ambitious one aren't you Leigh?' I think to myself. With my gaze locked onto the poorly drawn map, several thoughts flow through my head. The campus would be the most obvious choice but I hardly think it'd be worth the risk of fighting with an entire group of survivors over. "It's not exactly subtle, are you sure you want to start picking fights with the local brutes?" I reply casually. Without my requests I am sure Leigh would settle for a easier, quieter location. 'Could it be because I am close to a proper cure for the zombie virus? Maybe he intends to use me to gain power by trading the cure off.' My inner-monologue triggers an unhappy look to form on my face.</s>
<|message|>Leigh Blight
"You ask that as if it is avoidable." I state as I slowly stroll towards the bordered front window once more. My thoughts darken as I recall the memories of my dealings with survivors, "I was late today. You probably didn't notice, since we don't have any working clocks but everyday when I do my rounds I look to the sky from a particular building and I count how many fingers I can place between the horizon and the sun in the afternoon." I say as I close one eye and stare at my fingers with my arm stretched before me, mimicking what I do during my rounds.
"It helps me put structure in this chaotic world, and so I planned, I said to myself this morning, "When the gate to night is only three fingers from open, I'll sneak back and enjoy the scenery", because you see, there is this street a few blocks down, it's a beautiful street. A street untouched by the chaos outside, there are no corpses, no blood, the cars are parked perfectly and so unscathed that they've built dust on them. It is an untouched relic of the old world, but with the eerie peacefulness of the new world, there are no people marching the side walks, no one exchanging hallow words of little meaning, no one shouting or laughing. It is completely silent." My voice almost seems emphasised by the light echo of the large front room.
I furrow my brows as I continue, "But when I reached that street I found it in ruins. Windows smashed, cars looted and even a motionless zombie corpse now filled my street. But worst of all, the subject of all this carnage stood there, smoking of all things, on my street. He looked relaxed as he leant against a street lamp. A rush of anger surged through me but I was in control, 'It was inevitable' I had thought. But that's when he spotted me, at first he was alarmed but once he noticed I was alive, he casually called me over, and so I went. I'm not sure why, I think I was still shocked by the scene I had just arrived at, but regardless, I marched towards him just as he had called me." I pause to breath a deep sigh as the image of the street flashes in my mind.
"Smiling he asked "Hey stranger, did the sweet scent of tobacco draw you out?" just as he pushed an open packet of cigarettes my way, beckoning me to take one. Can you believe that? a Cigarette! He destroys my street then dares to offer me a fucking cigarette, as if we're acquaintances or pals or something. That's when it happened, it felt so natural as it happened, like it was one quick smooth motion. I had grabbed my knife from my pocket and popped the spring sending the blade arcing out, moments later it opened a hole in his throat as I punched him in the chest as hard as I could to force his last toxic breath from his lungs. As I watched the crimson flow out of his gurgling and shaking body I felt powerful, and in that moment of power I decided that I wasn't going to give into the demands of the survivors any more. But more importantly, I had set myself a goal, my first ambition of the new world; crush the remnants of the old world." I spoke with emphasis. My heart was racing as I recalled every detail.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
Taken back by Leigh's sudden personality shift and psychotic ramblings, an odd sense of excitement rushes through me. Leigh isn't stupid, but he is actually serious about taking on entire groups of survivors. "I don't mean to dampen your ambitions. But how exactly do you plan to take on survivors by yourself? They'll eventually catch on and come for you. Not to mention, that group nearby is an ant compared to the liberation groups that have been appearing and growing since the government fell."
A small bubble of anxiety flows through me as I think of how Leigh's actions may affect me. After all, my work takes priority over everything.</s>
<|message|>Leigh Blight
Taking a moment to ponder Valerie's question a grin begins to spreads across my face as I point to the bordered window. "Dragging their feet outside that window is a prime example of the type of weapon I hope to wield against my enemies." I state boldly. Taking several steps towards Valerie I stop just in front of her with my gaze locked onto hers. "I need you Valerie, to help me in this endeavour." I continue nonchalantly.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
My heart starts to pound as my cheeks become flushed. "A-are you asking me to help you weaponize the dead?" I ask with my voice soft but clear. Taking a step back from Leigh's figure I move towards the front window and peek outside, a single shambling figure limps and drags its legs down the road as it looks for a meal. 'So inefficient, so primitive. Does he really think that these zombies would be an affective tool? I have my doubts and making a commitment like the one he is requesting will mean side projects.' "What do I possibly stand to gain if I follow you and your ambitions? My experiments are still number one priority to me." I reply in a serious tone.</s>
| <|message|>Leigh Blight
"I am asking you to refine a resource for me and as for what you have to gain..." I turn to face Valerie as she gazes out the front window through a gap in the boarding. "I've decided to no longer be a bystander, with no government or organisation, those seeking power have already started making their move. I want to join them and prevent the re-creation of a world where following orders like a dog is considered noble and respectable, I want to prevent the re-creation of a world that deludes it's inhabitants into happiness and discourages the harsh truths of realities. I want to prevent the re-creation of a world, where you'd be submitted to a mental hospital for merely trying to push our species forward like no one has ever done so before."
"If you work with me, I promise to provide you with everything you need to complete your life's work."</s> |
<|description|>Valerie Vile
Character Sheet-
Rank: Ne.M* Esis
Age: 26
Appearance>Personal: Slim and pale figure, her height is roughly 5'8", her breasts are a B cup. Her skin is free of blemishes, moles, freckles and scars.
Appearance>Clothes: White tracksuit pants, short sleeved white button up shirt, thick white lab coat, black formal dress shoes - high quality.
Personality Type: Essentric, Valeries new found freedom has reignited her passion for science and unrestricted access to test subjects and equipment(as long as you know how to pick a lock) has done well to dampen her madness. Her behavior is no-longer that of a normal human being, she suffers from bipolar disorder and can quickly swing from happy to angry then back to happy.
Goal in Life: To design it.
Weapon: Ballpoint Pen - Blue - Half empty
Utility: Z-Necter**
Condition: Valerie has been bitten and infected, however, the Z-strain has been neutralized. She is a carrier but exhibits no symptoms.
*Stands for 'Master of Necromancy', used in place of traditional 'Ph.D'
**It did not take long for Valerie to figure out how the Zombies hunt their prey, she was able to easily create a serum with a powerful odor that can overpower the other senses of the zombies and cause them to seek out the source of the serums sent.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
"Slice! Slice! Slice! Cut! Cut! Cut! Let's see how the experiment ended UUUP!" I sing aloud as I put my rusty utensils to work. Excitement envelops me as I grasp for the metal syringe I had been forced to re-use for quite sometime now. Exacting a little bit of purple serum from a corked bottle I had requested Leigh to obtain for me, I inject the serum into a fresh severed zombie arm, then taking samples from three equally spaced sections of the arm I leap to my feet and secure the samples in three different vials. As I reach for my lab-coat I can hear the rustle of chain link sliding on chain link and then the front door sliding open and back closed. 'Good timing Leigh.' I thought to myself as I slid my lab-coat on.
As I look back at my work station, a mere table with a corpse resting on its surface, I cannot help but to feel over-whelming freedom when I compare it to my earlier labs. Although this place is sorely lacking, Leigh is the first survivor to not discourage my work or place labor pressures on me like those other groups tried. Even more, he is the first person to see the value of my Z-Nectar, all the others were too afraid to even have it stored anywhere near their precious run down shelters.
Walking from my 'lab' at the back of the building, I enter the store front in time to catch Leigh's nonchalant comment. "Oh, I concur! If I had made those creatures, they would have never been so useless. Honestly, even as a weapon, those simple creatures are sorely lacking. How they managed to over-throw humanity I will continue to fail to understand." I respond before rushing into the storage room. Grasping a finger I had left in the storage room I approach Leigh with a twinkle in my eyes. "I am going to need you to eat this." I state trying to hide my excitement while holding out the finger.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
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<|message|>Leigh Blight
I turn my gaze to meet Valerie as she words off her two cents in regards to my comment, I start to feel uncomfortable at the notion of Valerie constructing zombies of her own. Recently I have started to formulate ideas as to how to use the zombies as a means to get rid of some of the annoying survivor groups nearby, but actually having the ability to create your own strain of the zombie virus and manipulate it at your own will, I am sure that is the ambition and skill that destroyed humanity in the first place. Although we rely on one another, should she gain the ability to design and manipulate zombies, the scales would slam in her favour.
My train of thought is broken when Valerie shoves a severed finger into my face and makes an absurd demand of me. "I think I'll pass, that thing could still have active zombie pathogens inside of it." I respond calmly.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
Disappointed, but not surprised, I point the finger at Leigh angrily. "Of course it still has the zombie pathogens inside of it! What use would a normal human finger have to me?!" My reply is swift and carries an impatient tone. "However, I believe I may have un-pathogened the pathogens! If this is true, then that means I have developed a cure to this accursed plague. So I need you to eat this, then give me some of your blood to play with and we'll see what happens!" I reply, back to my preppy excited tone.</s>
<|message|>Leigh Blight
"A cure? I thought you preferred society in shambles. Your experiments would be banned again, you may even be punished for forming the research that eventually led this plague, as you call it." I reply shocked. Was it always Valerie's intent to cure the world of zombies? She spoke so often of how the new changes to the world have set her free. There has to be something more to this, I absolutely refuse to go back to how things were. "What of furthering your research? Surely anything related to your research would not only be banned but also suppressed and destroyed!" I offered in protest.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
"Leigh, Leigh, Leigh! Calm your wandering mind. I've got a much better use for the cure than helping to re-build the shackles that once bound my intellect! This cure is only a tiny step towards the rest of my research. With this, I'll be able to purge corpses of the zombie pathogen and play around with clean bodies just as nature intended! But, I need to know if it works, so eat up." I respond. 'Dammit Leigh, you over-think too much! I wish I could move my research a long a bit faster, then I'll be able to MAKE things that do what I want when I tell them.' I think to myself.</s>
<|message|>Leigh Blight
A flow of relief breezed over me as I came to understand Valerie's intentions. However, this all still leaves us with one problem. "Should I eat that finger, how can you be sure that I haven't just contracted a neutralized form of the virus rather than having it not infect me at all?" I respond after some time of absorbing her last message. Despite Valerie's inclination to tell the truth, there is still something fishy about her request.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
"Well you're no fun, I've grabbed some samples of dead zombie tissue injected with the serum that I want to check out with some better lab equipment. If you'll just eat this finger, I'll be able to find out if the serum has, at the very least, fully disabled the virus, but if you're going to keep throwing those spoil sport questions at me, I guess I'll just have to wait." I reply with crossed arms after throwing the finger away. "I would have eaten the thing myself, however, I've already taken the vaccine which means the virus wont show signs of infection in me regardless of the serums validity."
"Incidentally, I am reaching the limits of what I can do with the rusty utensils I've got. We need to go hunting for some more equipment and a power source if I ever hope to move forward with my work." I state boldly. Despite Leigh's open mindedness about my work, I cannot be held back once again. I finally have a chance to unleash my ultimate creation, it just needs more work, a lot more work!</s>
<|message|>Leigh Blight
Slightly unsettled by her conduct, I begin to think about her worlds. Firstly I cannot fault her for her recklessness in regards to her experiments, at least she was up front about it, eventually. My mind starts to wonder back to my previous train of thought involving the nearby survivor group, I agree with Valerie in one regard, we certainly need to move location, with the nearby survivor group expanding their scouting territory it wont be long until they start drawing more zombies to the area. Not to mention the body I left behind, they'll be looking for suspects.
"I know of a location that is ideal for us, but if we plan to take hold of it... there may be some trouble." I announce to Valerie. Walking into the storage room I kneel down by a box in the corner, it houses some basic office supplies we had found in here. Grasping a piece of paper I roughly sketch the surrounding area from our location to the survivor groups location and then the location in question.
Showing the crude hand-drawn map to Valerie I point to the square labelled '1' at the top of the sheet. "This is where the nearest survivor group is currently set up." Sliding my finger over to the block with an exclamation mark on it. "And this where a college campus that appears to have power is located. I've seen outside path lights on from afar several nights now. Currently the survivors haven't gotten their hands on the campus because it is swarming with zombies as is the shaded block to the left of the area marked 1. If we could clear out the zombies from the campus and wipe out the survivor group, we'd have access to better equipment as well as any resources left over by the survivor group. But pulling this off would require some planning."</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
'Quite the ambitious one aren't you Leigh?' I think to myself. With my gaze locked onto the poorly drawn map, several thoughts flow through my head. The campus would be the most obvious choice but I hardly think it'd be worth the risk of fighting with an entire group of survivors over. "It's not exactly subtle, are you sure you want to start picking fights with the local brutes?" I reply casually. Without my requests I am sure Leigh would settle for a easier, quieter location. 'Could it be because I am close to a proper cure for the zombie virus? Maybe he intends to use me to gain power by trading the cure off.' My inner-monologue triggers an unhappy look to form on my face.</s>
<|message|>Leigh Blight
"You ask that as if it is avoidable." I state as I slowly stroll towards the bordered front window once more. My thoughts darken as I recall the memories of my dealings with survivors, "I was late today. You probably didn't notice, since we don't have any working clocks but everyday when I do my rounds I look to the sky from a particular building and I count how many fingers I can place between the horizon and the sun in the afternoon." I say as I close one eye and stare at my fingers with my arm stretched before me, mimicking what I do during my rounds.
"It helps me put structure in this chaotic world, and so I planned, I said to myself this morning, "When the gate to night is only three fingers from open, I'll sneak back and enjoy the scenery", because you see, there is this street a few blocks down, it's a beautiful street. A street untouched by the chaos outside, there are no corpses, no blood, the cars are parked perfectly and so unscathed that they've built dust on them. It is an untouched relic of the old world, but with the eerie peacefulness of the new world, there are no people marching the side walks, no one exchanging hallow words of little meaning, no one shouting or laughing. It is completely silent." My voice almost seems emphasised by the light echo of the large front room.
I furrow my brows as I continue, "But when I reached that street I found it in ruins. Windows smashed, cars looted and even a motionless zombie corpse now filled my street. But worst of all, the subject of all this carnage stood there, smoking of all things, on my street. He looked relaxed as he leant against a street lamp. A rush of anger surged through me but I was in control, 'It was inevitable' I had thought. But that's when he spotted me, at first he was alarmed but once he noticed I was alive, he casually called me over, and so I went. I'm not sure why, I think I was still shocked by the scene I had just arrived at, but regardless, I marched towards him just as he had called me." I pause to breath a deep sigh as the image of the street flashes in my mind.
"Smiling he asked "Hey stranger, did the sweet scent of tobacco draw you out?" just as he pushed an open packet of cigarettes my way, beckoning me to take one. Can you believe that? a Cigarette! He destroys my street then dares to offer me a fucking cigarette, as if we're acquaintances or pals or something. That's when it happened, it felt so natural as it happened, like it was one quick smooth motion. I had grabbed my knife from my pocket and popped the spring sending the blade arcing out, moments later it opened a hole in his throat as I punched him in the chest as hard as I could to force his last toxic breath from his lungs. As I watched the crimson flow out of his gurgling and shaking body I felt powerful, and in that moment of power I decided that I wasn't going to give into the demands of the survivors any more. But more importantly, I had set myself a goal, my first ambition of the new world; crush the remnants of the old world." I spoke with emphasis. My heart was racing as I recalled every detail.</s>
<|message|>Valerie Vile
Taken back by Leigh's sudden personality shift and psychotic ramblings, an odd sense of excitement rushes through me. Leigh isn't stupid, but he is actually serious about taking on entire groups of survivors. "I don't mean to dampen your ambitions. But how exactly do you plan to take on survivors by yourself? They'll eventually catch on and come for you. Not to mention, that group nearby is an ant compared to the liberation groups that have been appearing and growing since the government fell."
A small bubble of anxiety flows through me as I think of how Leigh's actions may affect me. After all, my work takes priority over everything.</s>
<|message|>Leigh Blight
Taking a moment to ponder Valerie's question a grin begins to spreads across my face as I point to the bordered window. "Dragging their feet outside that window is a prime example of the type of weapon I hope to wield against my enemies." I state boldly. Taking several steps towards Valerie I stop just in front of her with my gaze locked onto hers. "I need you Valerie, to help me in this endeavour." I continue nonchalantly.</s>
| <|message|>Valerie Vile
My heart starts to pound as my cheeks become flushed. "A-are you asking me to help you weaponize the dead?" I ask with my voice soft but clear. Taking a step back from Leigh's figure I move towards the front window and peek outside, a single shambling figure limps and drags its legs down the road as it looks for a meal. 'So inefficient, so primitive. Does he really think that these zombies would be an affective tool? I have my doubts and making a commitment like the one he is requesting will mean side projects.' "What do I possibly stand to gain if I follow you and your ambitions? My experiments are still number one priority to me." I reply in a serious tone.</s> |
<|description|>Reina
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Species: Togepi
Level: 1
Personality: Reina is always chipper and friendly, greeting everyone with a smile and teasing remark. Perhaps this is why people are surprised to find that when they think about her… they can never actually remember anything about her life. Her cheerful disposition masks her tendency to hold everyone at arm's length, though she seems fine with others telling her their personal details. Reina likes to be in control of situations, and the easiest way to do that is to get as much outside information as she can while holding her own cards close to her chest. The jury's still out on whether she does this because she has trust issues or just values her privacy.
Bio: Not that she remembers any of this, but Reina grew up in a fairly happy household with her mom, siblings, and grandma. Her dad was in and out of her life because of work, but that wasn't the cause of her issues with him. Life was good except when he was home, and when he was Reina learned to deal. It was during those times that she would find reasons to go outside and explore with her pokemon, only returning when her mom called her, voice thick with worry… and a bit of disapproval.
Pokemon Type: Fairy
Evolves into: Togetic
EXP Needed to LV: 25
Experience Earned: 0
Ability: Serene Grace
Ability Description: Boosts the likelihood of additional effects occurring.
Guild/Team/Exploration Team: N/A
Name of Team: N/A
Name of Guild: N/A
Friends: N/A
Family: N/A
Sentimental Attachment: N/A
Starting Location: Rainbow Valley
Stats
–HP: 12
–Attack: 5
–Defense: 5
–Sp.Atk: 6
–Sp.Def: 6
–Speed: 5
Other:Likes to sing, and can be found humming at almost any time. She also tends to wander aimlessly when she's thinking</s>
<|message|>Crux
Alice got up from her woman-cave, where she had her blanket, phone, and laptop that had Netflix and Tumblr, to make some cereal. She was very well aware that it was Midnight, but she didn't give a bother. She walked over to the kitchen and opened a cupboard to get some Coco Puffs. She poured a reasonable amount for herself, which meant the bowl was over-flowing.
She put the box down and went to grab the bag of milk in the fridge. She grabbed it, but realized there was only a drop left. "Bloody fuck!" she exclaimed, but covered her mouth quickly because she realized her parents were asleep.
Suddenly, she started fading away. She started panicked and grunting scarily, since she really didn't know what to say. Then she became nothingness, and the bag of milk fell to the floor, the contents sloshing to and fro. She was suddenly in a completely white room, and a mysterious voice said the following:
"Pok............world...................danger.................help..........us.................sa.....iours..............aur"
She had no idea what that meant, but she didn't have time to analyze what it meant before she blacked out.
She was now in the sky, falling to her imminent doom. She screamed as if it would help her. It was when she hit the ground when she realized that she wasn't going to die, although it did hurt a whole lot.
She groaned and tried to stand up on her back legs, but fell over. She got on all fours with extreme confusion, realizing she was a lot shorter then before. "Hello...?" she called out, hoping that someone would respond.
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"Oh come oooooonnnn, can I please just explore the area for a bit? I've never been here before!" Peirce exlaimed to Crux. "You don't have to come with me if you don't want."
"But... I do want to..." Crux replied quietly. "I... I guess I'll go with you..." Crux didn't want to go around following Peirce at all because he always tries to talk to others, but he always goes anyways because he's scared to be left alone. "Sweet!" Peirce replied to Crux. "Who knows? Maybe you'll make a new friend!" he said happily to the Absol. "Yeah, maybe..." Crux replied, although he didn't seem too enthusiastic about it.</s>
<|message|>Dylan
A movie can be crappy, but enjoyable. As long as you have good company, it can be even better. At least, that's what Dylan was thinking. In a old-fashioned movie theatre, he was watching one of those movies with some of his friends. Needless to say, the movie was horrendous. That only fueled his group's witty comments and laughter. It was an amazing time for him, but his joy came to an end when he got a text from his mom. She demanded he come home right away to watch over his younger cousin (whom she promised she would take care of) while she went out with some friends on the town.
He explained the situation to his friends in whispers. They shuffled out of his way as he scooted out of the aisle, quick goodbyes and apologies exchanged. As he made his way out of the theatre, he started to notice a headache coming on. He eventually reached his old run down car, and got in, his head throbbing. He started to regret the copious amounts of sugar he ingested. Dylan inserted the keys into ignition, but being the rust-bucket it was, it wouldn't start. Despite his muttered curses and pleas, it didn't work a second time either.
"Well, third time's the charm, as they say".
He reached down to start the keys once more, he noticed something weird. Actually, very weird. His hand was missing. The keys just floated there in the air. He could even feel the keys, despite the apparent lack of something to feel with.
"The fuck...?"
Dylan couldn't add to his shocked reaction, as he had already disappeared completely, while the keys clattered to the ground. He opened his eyes to a white expanse of... something. His head pounded even more, as if he were hosting an all-night party in there or something. Whispers started up, and the pain seemed to leave his head for a bit as he listened.
"Pok............world...................danger.................help..........us.................sa.....iours..............aura...........read.."
But all to quickly, the voices faded, and his headache returned with a renewed vengeance. The bluish aura around him didn't help his cause in any case. He seemed to be... changing, for a lack of better words. However, he couldn't care less about that, as some physical pain was added to his increasing mental pain. Eventually, his brain turned off as his world went black.
When he woke up, some pain lingered in his brain, the party inside coming to a close. He didn't recognize his surroundings. Flowers abundantly bloomed around him, and he had to admit; they looked beautiful. He turned his attention to himself as he continued to lay on the ground, reaching out a hand... a paw into his sight. It looked oddly familiar, yet alien. It almost looked like...
"...A mudkip? That's what I am?"
Dylan felt odd, questioning himself like this. Of course it was his body. How else would he be seeing what he was? Never mind that, but why think of his paw as a 'hand' in the first place? Why was he in this field of flowers at all? Who was he? These questions pelted his brain, and it responded with a heavy wave of pain.
"Oh fuck that hurts. Ahg..."
He tried to get up and walk the pain off, but he fell over. He seemed to have amnesia, but that couldn't explain his last question he had. Why did this body feel so foreign? That question seemed to push his headache over the edge. He closed his eyes in pain, and curled up, trying his best to make it go away.</s>
<|message|>Red
Araisao
Araisao had disappeared from reality, now, he was non existent. He was about to help a young girl, when he ended up in the white space of nothingness. He looked around, hearing that voice,
"Pok............world...................danger.................help..........us.................sa.....iours..............aura...........read.."
He looked around, wondering what was happening, when suddenly, aura shot out of him, the next thing he knew, a surge of pain shot right through him, he screamed, and fell unconscious. When he awoke, he found himself to be in some sort of safari. He rubbed his head with a sigh, wondering where he was.
"Man, where am I?"
He looked around, and then looked at his paws, he, was an eevee? He stared at his paw in confusion, then, looked on up, taking another look around. He was so confused right now.
Red
Red was already in the non existent room, his aura was pumping out of him, a fiery red. He passed out from the pain. He ended waking up as he fell, screaming loudly until he hit the sandy desert. He slowly got himself up and shook his head, then looked around. There was nothing but sand, going on for miles and miles.
"Where am I, how did I end up here?"
He looked around then sat on his ass, he wasn't even sure where to go.
Star
Star had been asleep the whole time, she only woke up when she began changing, and only for a brief moment, as the pure shock made her faint. It was after she landed in the large jungle where she awoke. She stood up and shook her head, having no memory of before. She had no idea where she was or what she was even doing there.
"Hello?"
She shouted out loudly, hoping she would get a response, sadly, none. She sighed, and looked around. She wished she knew what to do, or had a small chunk of her memory, so she could at least know where she was headed to.
Slade
Slade listened to the mysterious voice, and then suddenly, aura began to shot out of him, it turned out to be a blue aura. It was then that his body changed, and he fell unconscious. He woke up as he was falling, and quickly screamed, as he fell, he grabbed hold of the a ledge, pulling himself up. He sighed, and sat on the floor, breathing heavily.
"Wow, what the hell. What's going on?"
He slowly stood up, and took in his surroundings. He then saw a small hole, leading into the cliff, he looked around, then walked inside.
After a quick look around, he saw a letter, he slowly picked it up and read it.
'Guild moved to Moonlit Village
Hope to see you there.
Mystic and Tyson, the Mystic Dojo'
"Where, am I? What's happening?"
He placed the letter down and then walked out once more, looking around. He felt different, his body didn't feel normal, he knew he was a riolu, but, there was something more than that, what was going on?
Magnem
Magnem had passed out when his body changed, and didn't awake until the sounds of rushing water hit his ears. He moaned, and slowly floated back up, he then looked around. He had never been here before, what happened to him? He couldn't remember anything.
"Anyone here, Buzz, Hello?, Buzz."
He listened to his voice, and, it felt different somehow. He took a look in the waterfall, to see he was a magnemite.
"No way! Buzz, I'm a magnemite, buzzzzz. How? Buzz,"
He looked around, then slowly floated back, this was so, strange. He didn't understand, what happened? What did he miss?</s>
| <|message|>Reina
Reina was floating. Her body was smoke and mist, without form as she was blown this way and that by an unhurried breeze. Or perhaps it was hurried. There was some form of urgency poking at the back of Reina's mind. She was needed for… something. Or maybe she was just in the way. She could never tell.
As flighty as her dream was, Reina's journey to the world of the waking was a solid, measurable thing. It began with her hearing. Sounds were too sharp, too loud. Scent was the same – things she shouldn't have been aware of came trickling into her mind. She could hear every time a nearby stream tripped over a rock or around the bend, and smell the scents it threw into the air, dredged up from the churning soil. When she finally managed to open her eyes, the world was all colors and light, too many rainbows arcing across the sky.
It was then that she began taking stock of herself. Her limbs were too short, her body too round, the world around her too big.Instead of a soft cotton shirt and a pair of denim jeans, she wore a broken egg shell that was… actually pretty comfortable. All she could say in a voice far too… squeaky was:
"Ok what the hell?"</s> |
<|description|>Nexias
Dragon:
Dragon age:Adult
Age from hatching: 250
Magic:Shadow and Madness, He is able to solidify, manipulate, and energize shadows, making them into a variety of constructs, be they animate or inanimate, as well as replicate the effects of other elements by making the shadow take on the aspects of it, ex. Shadow lightning. He can also take the shape of a shadow to escape from most, if not all situations, and he can even shape shift into other people and creatures. Madness allows him to drive those of weak will and low power into Insanity, then he can control them through their insanity as well. Madness also has the ability to mutate life, turning it into a twisted version of what it once was. Anything that he changes with magic can be reverted with little difficulty, and he can even choose how they will go insane. It can be a bout of paranoia, a loss of inhibitions, anything he can think of. Even if the target has a strong will, he can influence them heavily into a type of insanity, giving them whisperings of paranoia, make them more likely to act without rational thought, or make them think they want to waddle around and cluck like a chicken. The only one's to be completely unaffected by this magic are Great GrandFather/GrandMother Dragons, and even then, it's only a matter of time.
Dragon looks:
"When facing such a fine specimen as myself the proper procedure is to bow down and tremble. Failure to comply will be met with fierce devouring or driving you insane. The choice of punishment, as well as the choice of insanity bestowed, belongs to me"
Compact looks:
"Hide, from what? Humans, the hell for, I'm a free spirit, mother fucker, I hide from no one.":
Personality: Nexias, or Nex as he likes to be called, is insane. He loves nothing more than to fight, whether it be demons, dragons, even humans, it rely doesn't matter to him. And while he threatens it a lot, he has never killed anybody in a fight and doesn't plan to anytime soon. Out of all the dragons, he's one of the few, if not the only one, that doesn't hide his dragon features when in his compact form. He's proud of his heritage, and anyone who wants to insult dragon's as a whole better do it out of his ear shot unless they want their face to meet his fist.
Background: TBA
Demons:
Name: Insomnium, Morpheus, Azous, Gaiden,
Age:He doesn't remember
Personality: It changes with his form, as does his name, making it hard to strike find him if you don't know them all. Insomnium is a berserker in battle, ripping apart anything in his path, but in life he's a rather gentle and childish.
Morpheus is rather mysterious, preferring not to speak, but to observe. He hardly acts upon anything that doesn't involve him in some way, and is known to give gifts to some of the people he observes, though no one knows why.
Gaiden is fairly hot-headed and, being the most human looking of all the forms, is usually the form taken when dealing with them is needed and violence is unwise. Gaiden loves to party and loves hanging out with humans, especially the women. Something about the way a human smells sets his soul aflame with passion, though he is hardly ever recieved with ooen arms.
Azous is believed to be the original form, but none of the others are sure. His attitude is summed up in one word, Lazy. Azous will do nothing unless he is threaten by certain death, and thus
Looks: Doesn't remember his original form, assumed to be Azous
Powers: Each Persona has a different power, Gaiden has extremely good healing factor, making him basically immortal, but is only a physically and magically capable as a human. Insomnium has berserker rage, thick hide and scales, incredible dense body, but his mind is easily invaded by mental abilities and magic. Morpheus has self reproduction, meaning he can clone himself, and Azous is separated from reality, making him unaffected by everything, but making him unable to affect anything as well. Basically, he's a ghost.
Alternative looks * Insomnium:
* Gaiden:
* Morpheus
Background: TBA
Did they escape the hunters prison? Yes</s>
<|message|>Jeonbae
From the wreckage and flames of the Hunter's guild, a smoky, dark green mass slowly floated up into the air from a charred, wooden corpse, pulsating with a black light. It paused for a moment, then drifted slowly out of the Gold Village, over the chaos below. It kept drifting towards the forest, the wind seemingly having no effect on it. The smoke melted into a tree, and for a moment, it looked like there was something moving under the bark. The wood shaped and bent itself outwards, coloring to a light red, creating a humanoid form, around six feet tall, dark leaves sprouting up at the joints of the arms and legs, and clawed hands forming from the ends of the arms. Branches snaked out of the back of his head, yellow leaves sprouting at the ends, creating hair of sorts, and two dark eyes opened up, blinking slowly.
Ocotl shook off bits of bark and dust as he turned around. Most of the tree's bark was gone, and it looked like someone had ripped apart the wood in the middle, leaving the tree a gnarled mess. The crown was completely gone, and He shook his head slightly, regretting having to destroy something part of nature. But it was necessary for his survival. He walked out of the forest, emerging on to a grassy plain just outside of Gold Village. He could see smoke rising from the center of the town. He tensed up, ready to eliminate whatever threat might be there, but just then, a dragon flew above him at an incredible speed, not even a form Ocotl could catch. There was nothing left for him to do at the Village, so he began to run towards the direction the dragon was going, the ground trembling under his footsteps.
It didn't take Ocotl long before he could see a dense forest up ahead. Voices drifted out of the trees, but they were faint and distorted, as if he was underwater. He slowed down, and stopped just in front of a barrier. It was barely visible, but there were faint ripples in the air. The tree-demon closed his eyes and extended his hands, muttering a few words. Small plants erupted out of the ground, twisting and forming a sort of gate between outside of the barrier to the inside. He walked through the gate and snapped his fingers, and the plants seemed to burrow back into the ground, and the barrier was intact. Ocotl stepped carefully through the forest, the voices much clearer now. The forest began to thin out, and paths trampled in the dirt began to appear, with footprints of massive size. He paused briefly, staring at the prints. He looked ahead, then kept on walking. He emerged from the grassland to find a large village, secluded within the middle of the forest. There were dragons everywhere, both in compact and true forms. It was a sight he had not expected to find, and had not seen in many, many years. Recalling memories from years past, Ocotl walked through the village, looking for the black dragon he had seen earlier.</s>
<|message|>Nexias
Insomnium
Insomnium was currently wandering the village, sticking to the shadows as he slithered through the alleyways, though it was that effective due to his bulky frame, causing people to scream. He heard cries coming from a direction and curiously went to investigate, only to see a demon, for he could smell the dark scent that only their kind on the creature, attacking a bunch of the fleshy creatures, and even eating one. The smell of blood, the cries of the dying, and the sight of such an imposing opponent, were more than enough to send Insomnium into his berserker mode, his scales changing from their usually white to a deep black with red edges, as he charged into the Demon, any flames the beast sent his way doing nothing as his thick scales and dense body protected him from such attacks. When he barreled into the creature he would open his maw and proceed to try and tear at the creatures flesh, eager to rend it's carcass to piece before turning on the other presences he noticed, hoping they'd provide good sport as well.
Zee
Nexias
Nexias felt a presence moving through the shadows, definitely not a dragon. Interesting that something should be able to get passed the barrier, though it had been weakened recently, he decided to go investigate, slipping away in a puff of shadow towards where he sensed the being. Upon seeing the tree like creature, he quickly made his presence known, sipping out of a shadow in front of the creature, his purple eyes glowing with interest, insanity, mischief, and strangely enough, a good deal of latent rage. For if this being had come to attack his home, Nexias would be sure it's mind was so broken it would even remember how to breath, and it's body so twisted by his corruption that it would hardly be recognizable as a living thing.
"Speak your business, tree man, or else I'll have to kill you, rather violently, for daring to think you could come into this village meaning it any harm, If you mean no harm, then follow me, I'll pretend to be your escort in and let you sate your curiosity, as long as you sate mine. I'm curious as to what the hell you are, as I don't think I've seen something like you before."</s>
<|message|>Lynx
Lynx felt the ground shake, and turned to where the psound if pounding came from. To his surprise, he saw a walking tree. He was extremely curious as to what it was, so he decided to follow the thing. He left his red fruit on the branch where he was sitting on before and went looking for foot prints, or root prints, to follow. He grabbed his sketchbook with his mouth he could document the creature when he caught up to him.
With a few minutes of searching, he found the root prints of the creature. The seemed to be like wooden steaks, which impaled the ground with ease. He ran to where the tree creature was headed, knowing that it too probably moved with great speed. The farther he ran toward the creature, the more he could smell the presence on another demon. Was it the same demon? It couldn't be. The last one was most certainly not a tree, and the other one was attacking the the Gold Village still, if he remembered correctly.
He continued to blindly run as he was lost in his thoughts. Suddenly, he face-planted into a barrier, causing him and his book to fly backwards. The book layed a few metres away from him, opened to a page with a dragon sketch: the only dragon sketch in his whole book.
He got up with irritation as he picked up his book. He walked up to the barrier and could hear faint voices. With further inspection, he saw a pieces of what looked like dragons, though he couldn't tell because of the forest in the way. his eyes glistened with a child-like curiosity. He put his paw against the barrier to make sure the barrier was still solid, which it was. He groaned with annoyance, which was ironic because the current form he was in had an ever-lasting smile on its face.
He hit the barrier harder, but nothing happened. He then had an idea, which he didn't think much through. He backed up a about 20 metres away from the barrier and caused an explosion on the forcefield, thanks to his destruction magic. It made an impressively loud boom, and a multitude of dirt and leaves flew everywhere, but the barrier stayed intact without a scratch. He walked back up to the barrier with a pondering look on his face, trying to figure out a way for him to bypass the forcefield. He ignored the crater in the ground next to him, although it was quite big.</s>
<|message|>Abraxas, "Man's Bane"
Something was wrong. Abraxas sniffed the air, suddenly realizing that he was not alone in the market square. His feet gave out a sharp pang of pain, looking down he saw that the shadows beneath him seemed to be darker then usual. In turn he used his own shadow abilities to nullify the effects slightly, causing a throbbing in his feet. He looked around for the culprit, but his eyes came upon the hulk of a beast charging him. Reacting fast, he threw several small fireballs to dissuade the other demon but to no avail. Before he could step aside Abraxas was tackled into a building, the creature attempting to bite him. The small building collapsed in on itself from the weight of the two colossal demons, while the bite from it caused no damage as his hide was thick, covered in natural plates that worked the same as armor. He reared his head, "Dra ga dowlry menian cra krumpa!(You will not survive this fool!)" His voice spoke deeper then most, in the ancient tongue of demon. The his spike blades collapsed back into his top wrists, his hands bursting into flame and he attempted to punch the thing in the head, while trying to get up on his feet.</s>
<|message|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
Keepa took a few steps, skipping at a point in his pace while checking his new prized posessions. The watches read 2:54 and 9:39, ticking along in pseudo synchronization. The merchant hadn't taken the time to fix his wares, although the numbers means little to Keepa, he was just glad he had his new toys. On that note, the fight was starting to escalate with the addition of a new contender. This one wasn't as intruding as the first and the liar was hesitant to feed off of them as well, serving the purpose that Keepa could not.
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"Dra-so'iraas, menain ir ol!" (You're wasting your time, survive and run!) I chirp through the chaos, closing my eyes to spare myself from the annoyingly blinding light of the sun as it bit through the allyway. It was all such a waste of the beautiful architecture of the city, but it was one that was being made and I felt fortunate that I didn't have to clean it up. With a smile, I held one hand out to the shade I had exited, the mass returning and seeping through my shell to spill out into the next section. The hands of my watches spun, wildly and making a popping noise within one of the small machines that I'm certain would be the evening in attempts to repair. It would take a moment before my mass could resume feeding on...hmm...the two? I hadn't decided on this, yet. All I knew was that I wasn't done with the intruder. The thought occurred to me that announcing myself may not have been the best idea.</s>
| <|message|>Nexias
Insomnium couldn't get through the other demon's hide, but he didn't stop, he couldn't stop. His mind was gone, replaced by a berserker rage, When the demon's fist smashed into his head, he barely felt it, his rage too all-consuming. He took hold of one of the creatures arms with a clawed hand, intending to flip it over and smash it into the dust, but then he heard someone yell out in their direction. Immediately forgetting about the creature he had been attacking previously, he charged at the other one, letting out a roar as he went to smash it into the ground with a clawed fist.</s> |
<|description|>Nexias
Dragon:
Dragon age:Adult
Age from hatching: 250
Magic:Shadow and Madness, He is able to solidify, manipulate, and energize shadows, making them into a variety of constructs, be they animate or inanimate, as well as replicate the effects of other elements by making the shadow take on the aspects of it, ex. Shadow lightning. He can also take the shape of a shadow to escape from most, if not all situations, and he can even shape shift into other people and creatures. Madness allows him to drive those of weak will and low power into Insanity, then he can control them through their insanity as well. Madness also has the ability to mutate life, turning it into a twisted version of what it once was. Anything that he changes with magic can be reverted with little difficulty, and he can even choose how they will go insane. It can be a bout of paranoia, a loss of inhibitions, anything he can think of. Even if the target has a strong will, he can influence them heavily into a type of insanity, giving them whisperings of paranoia, make them more likely to act without rational thought, or make them think they want to waddle around and cluck like a chicken. The only one's to be completely unaffected by this magic are Great GrandFather/GrandMother Dragons, and even then, it's only a matter of time.
Dragon looks:
"When facing such a fine specimen as myself the proper procedure is to bow down and tremble. Failure to comply will be met with fierce devouring or driving you insane. The choice of punishment, as well as the choice of insanity bestowed, belongs to me"
Compact looks:
"Hide, from what? Humans, the hell for, I'm a free spirit, mother fucker, I hide from no one.":
Personality: Nexias, or Nex as he likes to be called, is insane. He loves nothing more than to fight, whether it be demons, dragons, even humans, it rely doesn't matter to him. And while he threatens it a lot, he has never killed anybody in a fight and doesn't plan to anytime soon. Out of all the dragons, he's one of the few, if not the only one, that doesn't hide his dragon features when in his compact form. He's proud of his heritage, and anyone who wants to insult dragon's as a whole better do it out of his ear shot unless they want their face to meet his fist.
Background: TBA
Demons:
Name: Insomnium, Morpheus, Azous, Gaiden,
Age:He doesn't remember
Personality: It changes with his form, as does his name, making it hard to strike find him if you don't know them all. Insomnium is a berserker in battle, ripping apart anything in his path, but in life he's a rather gentle and childish.
Morpheus is rather mysterious, preferring not to speak, but to observe. He hardly acts upon anything that doesn't involve him in some way, and is known to give gifts to some of the people he observes, though no one knows why.
Gaiden is fairly hot-headed and, being the most human looking of all the forms, is usually the form taken when dealing with them is needed and violence is unwise. Gaiden loves to party and loves hanging out with humans, especially the women. Something about the way a human smells sets his soul aflame with passion, though he is hardly ever recieved with ooen arms.
Azous is believed to be the original form, but none of the others are sure. His attitude is summed up in one word, Lazy. Azous will do nothing unless he is threaten by certain death, and thus
Looks: Doesn't remember his original form, assumed to be Azous
Powers: Each Persona has a different power, Gaiden has extremely good healing factor, making him basically immortal, but is only a physically and magically capable as a human. Insomnium has berserker rage, thick hide and scales, incredible dense body, but his mind is easily invaded by mental abilities and magic. Morpheus has self reproduction, meaning he can clone himself, and Azous is separated from reality, making him unaffected by everything, but making him unable to affect anything as well. Basically, he's a ghost.
Alternative looks * Insomnium:
* Gaiden:
* Morpheus
Background: TBA
Did they escape the hunters prison? Yes</s>
<|message|>Lynx
Lynx's eyes glistened with awe as the two headed dragon preformed her stunt. He had no idea that dragons could learn such delicate magic. He looked around to see all the dragons around him, thriving as a society. It amazed Lynx. He was extremely happy that he was able to experience this moment.
The feeling of awe turned to horror as he heard one of the dragons growl with what seemed to be anger. Lynx tensed up a little, ready to flee if he felt necessary. His attention turned to one of the very large dragons who seemed to be running this whole event. Another dragon turned to the dragon who was holding Lynx, which Lynx now knew was called Nexias, about knowing what his guests were. Lynx's anxiety levels were at a maximum, as he thought the other dragon was referring to him. He felt a surge of fear run through him. He still wasn't sure if dragons hated demons or not, but from the looks of it, it seemed as if they wanted them dead just as much as the humans did.</s>
<|message|>Draken
Draken
The black haired individual watched the young dragon's display, a much more prettier and passive approached compared to most of his other hatchlings who often tried to be bold and just as outrageous with their magic as his own. He supposed it was not a bad thing however, Damia was still quite a young dragon and pretty flowers could have thorns. Her magic simply didn't quite grow them just yet. But still impressive enough he supposed. If used aggressively, she might not do so bad.
At Ezekiel's question, the Dragon God simply chuckled. "One of my youngest offspring. Damia I believe her mother named. I admit, she doesn't have quite the force as the others, but having the only one to have grace with their magic. Especially for a two headed dragon." he mused before turning his head as a familiar scent drifted in his nose and a voice called out.
Glancing his red eyes to the approaching figure, a amused smirk crossed the elder's lips as he saw the dragon Nexias. Who eagerly spoke to him in the usual fast crazy manor. Of course, dragging along demons. Nexias was a odd individual, perhaps just like Draken but in a slightly different way. But that's what made it fun really. Their magic was also not quite so different if one thought about it, which was perhaps why they got along well. That and both enjoyed driving just about everyone else insane.
"Awe Nex, it indeed has been a long time. We have been well, though some hatchlings decided to swipe Ezekiel's mask. It's been a long time since he's been without it." he mused before smirking a little at the chicken comment.
"Excellent, Nex, I knew you could accomplish such a feet. Those under the chaos of the Chickens of the Night shall never know what shall befall them." he chuckled with a hum before glancing back to the young green dragon. "Awe yes, I believe that one there is the youngest, last child aged dragon of my hatchlings. She's a bit more passive and graceful compared to the others more destructive power, but she's still young and her magic can prove promising with time." he said before looking to the demons.
"I see you're enjoying bringing in new creatures with you." Draken mused before listening to a growl come from the three headed elder.
As the elders spoke, Draken simply smirked in amusement, obviously showing very little to no worry upon his calm mischievous expression.
"Oh do show control of your temper dear elder. Wouldn't want be called going senile now would you? The poor hatchlings have worked so hard to show you what you got, the least you could do is pay attention rather than worrying about little flies." Draken mused with a smirk before looking to Nexias.
"If your plan was to annoy the Great Grandparents, I quite approve." he chuckled to the younger dragon.
Damia
The two-headed dragon shifted uncomfortably as she listened and watched the elders carefully discussing. Her long body shifting side to side as if to to slightly pace in place. Nervous about if she would make it or not or if she did well enough. She trained extra hard after hearing Draken was here and she wanted to do her best. It was a lot of pressure on her and being one of his hatchlings.
As the final verdict was given, the two headed dragon brightened as she was declared a teen. Both heads chirping and flapping the wings excitedly as she flew in circles.
"Yes yes yes yes!" the left head cheered joyfully.
"Hah! I knew I could do it! No sweat!" the right head smirked more confidently.
"Oh shush! No need to brag so much! We were soooo nervous!" the left head spoke before both head bowed a little to the elders before fluttering out from the clearing, spinning and flying in twists and circles energetically.
"Thank you Chu!" Both heads chirped as they flew over the earth dragon.
Aster
Aster blushed a little as the earth dragon wrapped a arm around him and kissed his cheek. Ever since they had returned, the earth dragon had been... Quite lovey Davey as Myrtle would put it. More so than the regular flirting he usually did. Despite how easily flustered he got, Aster found that he didn't really mind it. Even though he called Chu a idiot for coming into the Hunters Guild to rescue him after trying to keep him safe, it felt nice that someone would come from him. Expecting the same abandonment he felt as a hatchling.
When Chu mentioned Damia, Aster smiled as he watched the child dragon perform. "Yeah she's been working hard so I'm sure she will do fine." he said before blushing deeper as Chu asked what to do and the dual magic dragon shrugged a little. "U-Um.. A walk through the forest doesn't sound so bad." he answered, his face reddening deeper at the nuzzles before Damia finished and passed, then he started pausing as a elder started growling.
At Chu's suggestion on leaving, Aster nodded in agreement. "Sounds good to me." he answered before lightly kissing the earth dragon on the cheek briefly before darting off ahead of him towards the forest.</s>
<|message|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
The shells of Keepa's eyes rotated inwards, slightly as the watched the figure come about themselves. They went about explaining themselves, an expression which settled with the demon in a strange way. Fluctuating their brows to express hesitant concern, Keepa lifted his hands to the figure's shoulder region before pulling back, remembering the...not which was the figure who showed no reminisce of a pulse of any sort. So detached, there was nothing for Keepa to cling to. The lack of sensation left a bad taste in his mouth.
~~~
"My, that sounds like an unfortunate hand you've been delt" I say with a small chuckling inflection, relieved that what, or from what he said, 'who', was at least in control of themselves. "Thankfully none of the damage...ehh" I started, unsure how to reassure him in regards to the damage he'd done. So much damage had been done with the needless outbursts of the demons; the loss calculated in both blood and gold...there would be so much sadness caused by today's events and for what?
"Well, I suppose its best not to dwell on what you couldn't control. If only others were as fortunate as to have the ability to simply come back. Hm~" My words coming with genuine disappointment as I broke character, seeing no reason to deceive something I couldn't make a gain from. His comment on the other demon reminded me of the situation. I was weaker then when I had started, thanks to the flames. In that, there were many reasons to hate my new associate...and the numbers seemed to stack up by the minute.
3:05 and 9:50...9:51. I have to remember to synchronize the hands.
"We should" I muse as I turn to trot back down the ally I had hid in, checking my clothes to make sure they had reformed the way I liked them, even down to the slight heel of the boots which echoed light clicks with each step.
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Emerging from the other side, Keepa was almost run over by a guard who was running in the direction of the event. "Oh! I'm sorry, ma'am. You should get to safety! There are reports of a demon in the vicinity!" he says in urgency, looking down the street as the sounds of screams of his fellow soldiers robbed him of the last of his resolve. He turned back to Keepa, "Uhh, let me get you to the garrison, it'll be safe there" taking their arm and starting to drag them off down the street. "I- I should be fine, sir. I-" Keepa tried to explain, looking back at their nameless friend with a 'what do I do?' expression. The guard hadn't even noticed Azous, more concerned about finding an excuse to not be slaughtered like the rest.</s>
| <|message|>Nexias
Nexias eyes snapped between Draken and the newly aged teen, a hint of surprise easily visible on his face. "I would never have guessed, she must take after her mother then. She seems very much unlike you, in both looks and use of magic. But still, you must be proud to have her be apart of your bloodline. I have begun thinking that I need to find a mate soon, raise a brood, teaching them how to spread chaos across the land, can you imagine it?!?!" Nexias began to get excited, but then quickly sobered when he thought about what would have to come before that, taking care of them. He would not lie, he'd hate irt, but he also couldn't bear the thought of leaving a hatchling to fend for itself or with his partner, a ferling born from his own abandonment by his parents. He was about to ask Draken for his advice on the matter,when heard a growl being sent in his direction. As hewas berated, Nexias didn't move, except to olace the cat down on a shadowed pedastal he'd summoned. He then turned around, and fixed the 3-headed elder with a cold glare, the grass beneath him beginning to writhe and darken as Madness and Shadow magic radiated from his being. Shadows began to undulate and dance, whispers began to enter the minds of all but the most powerful present, and Nexias let out a growl of his own, a derp menacing growl.the reverberate throughout the air.
"Elder, these are my guests, so please, treat them with respect that is due to them. If you have a problem, I can gladly demonstrate my magical abilities right now, in a duel, though I doubt that'd fair to those who have yet to take the ceremoney. So please, Elder, apologize to my guests for being as rude as you were."
Azous
Azous shrugged his shoulders when the other demon looked to him for help.
"Do whatever you want, it's only a human, though I would suggest not killing him, as it might draw undue attention ourway" Azous said to her telepathicly, following her and the human and waiting to see what the demon would do.</s> |
<|description|>Nexias
Dragon:
Dragon age:Adult
Age from hatching: 250
Magic:Shadow and Madness, He is able to solidify, manipulate, and energize shadows, making them into a variety of constructs, be they animate or inanimate, as well as replicate the effects of other elements by making the shadow take on the aspects of it, ex. Shadow lightning. He can also take the shape of a shadow to escape from most, if not all situations, and he can even shape shift into other people and creatures. Madness allows him to drive those of weak will and low power into Insanity, then he can control them through their insanity as well. Madness also has the ability to mutate life, turning it into a twisted version of what it once was. Anything that he changes with magic can be reverted with little difficulty, and he can even choose how they will go insane. It can be a bout of paranoia, a loss of inhibitions, anything he can think of. Even if the target has a strong will, he can influence them heavily into a type of insanity, giving them whisperings of paranoia, make them more likely to act without rational thought, or make them think they want to waddle around and cluck like a chicken. The only one's to be completely unaffected by this magic are Great GrandFather/GrandMother Dragons, and even then, it's only a matter of time.
Dragon looks:
"When facing such a fine specimen as myself the proper procedure is to bow down and tremble. Failure to comply will be met with fierce devouring or driving you insane. The choice of punishment, as well as the choice of insanity bestowed, belongs to me"
Compact looks:
"Hide, from what? Humans, the hell for, I'm a free spirit, mother fucker, I hide from no one.":
Personality: Nexias, or Nex as he likes to be called, is insane. He loves nothing more than to fight, whether it be demons, dragons, even humans, it rely doesn't matter to him. And while he threatens it a lot, he has never killed anybody in a fight and doesn't plan to anytime soon. Out of all the dragons, he's one of the few, if not the only one, that doesn't hide his dragon features when in his compact form. He's proud of his heritage, and anyone who wants to insult dragon's as a whole better do it out of his ear shot unless they want their face to meet his fist.
Background: TBA
Demons:
Name: Insomnium, Morpheus, Azous, Gaiden,
Age:He doesn't remember
Personality: It changes with his form, as does his name, making it hard to strike find him if you don't know them all. Insomnium is a berserker in battle, ripping apart anything in his path, but in life he's a rather gentle and childish.
Morpheus is rather mysterious, preferring not to speak, but to observe. He hardly acts upon anything that doesn't involve him in some way, and is known to give gifts to some of the people he observes, though no one knows why.
Gaiden is fairly hot-headed and, being the most human looking of all the forms, is usually the form taken when dealing with them is needed and violence is unwise. Gaiden loves to party and loves hanging out with humans, especially the women. Something about the way a human smells sets his soul aflame with passion, though he is hardly ever recieved with ooen arms.
Azous is believed to be the original form, but none of the others are sure. His attitude is summed up in one word, Lazy. Azous will do nothing unless he is threaten by certain death, and thus
Looks: Doesn't remember his original form, assumed to be Azous
Powers: Each Persona has a different power, Gaiden has extremely good healing factor, making him basically immortal, but is only a physically and magically capable as a human. Insomnium has berserker rage, thick hide and scales, incredible dense body, but his mind is easily invaded by mental abilities and magic. Morpheus has self reproduction, meaning he can clone himself, and Azous is separated from reality, making him unaffected by everything, but making him unable to affect anything as well. Basically, he's a ghost.
Alternative looks * Insomnium:
* Gaiden:
* Morpheus
Background: TBA
Did they escape the hunters prison? Yes</s>
<|message|>Lucatiel
Lucatiel
"Well for each dragon the views could be different. Unfortunately I'm afraid I may not be the best advocate to tell my views for I can not see," Lucatiel joked ",So my view of the world is a rather blurry dark place." She went about rearranging several figures with relative ease even with her disability.
"I guess you could say rather then view I sense the world and I view it as a place that needs to be nurtured rather then have we dragons quarreling with those humans who hate us or else the only thing left with be gray crags and burnt trees. We should strive for some means of peace though after all these centuries it would seem that is impossible. But what do you think then Momo, after all you have as much of a view as any human or dragon does what do you view of the world?"</s>
<|message|>Ezekiel Verdirosi
Ezekiel
Ezekiel nodded at his lord's words, following along. He was glad to leave the area. If there was one thing he didn't need, it was being in the middle of that mess. As the two left, he heard things only getting worse, flinching as a sudden sound of a lightning bolt came down.
It was good to see Damia take initiative to approach her father. It was a step in the right direction, at least. The poor dragon couldn't have a thought to herself, could she? It must have been frustrating, dealing with polar opposites. As the teen went on talking to Draken, it seemed like it could have devolved into a conversation between the two heads if her attention wasn't brought to himself. He glanced up at the elder, trying to guess his reaction to Damia. He generally went much easier on children than adults, but he was also a harsh critic compared to many other dragons.
Despite himself, Ezekiel found himself mildly amused at the young dragon. "Thank you." It was always a surprise to hear dragons using his full name. It was so natural for many dragons to simply pick up the name Draken used for him, but hearing his actual name from Damia was welcome. "It's quite alright." He grinned, looking at the right head. Compared to other dragons he had encountered in his time, it was nice to hear she wouldn't eat him. Not that it was such a big issue anyway, between the assurances of the elders to his lord's own protection. But courteous dragons were always better to talk to.
Trying to start a conversation, he realized it was more complicated than he had initially thought. Which head should he address? Should they be treated as separate entities, or still one whole? If nothing else, the left head seemed more polite. Even if she lacked the confidence of her other head, it made her less likely to aggrandize herself. "Damia, yes? It's lovely to meet you."</s>
<|message|>Jeonbae
Ocotl gazed in wonder at the dragons fighting up ahead, hardly noticing the fallen tree close by them.
"He isn't taking good care of his guest," Mirazan muttered, picking up the cat with a tentacle made out of light. He glanced over to her small form, blinking slowly.
"What do you two eat? Fruits? fish? Light soil and water?" she asked, leading them to a secluded waterfall with a small lake. Fires and flares from dragons fighting or having fun lit up the night sky near them, creating a sort of twilight closer to the center of the village. Fireflies danced around the deep blue water in the dusky light, blinking sluggishly. The din of cicadas and the occasional animal cries filled the air around the village. A cool breeze was blowing through the trees, the leaves rustling peacefully.
"I am originally a forest spirit, and we draw upon the forces of nature to power us," Ocotl explained, turning back to Mirazan, who was looking at him suspiciously, holding the cat in her arms. The same ethereal light radiated off of her still. "However, being constrained to this form, I have been given human thought, but human limitations."
"There are some things I can do," he said, raising his hand and bringing up a swath of knotty branches from the ground near them. He clenched his fist and the branches wilted and crumbled, descending back into the ground.
"But a forest spirit embodies nature itself. My power is but a fraction of what it was, but even if I were to regain it, I would harbor no ill will towards human nor dragon."
"Do you resent your... master's acts towards you?" Mirazan asked, blue eyes twinkling. "He did capture you after all."
"No, not at all. He was incredibly kind to me while he was alive, but I wish to know more about him," Ocotl explained, sighing. "He seldom told us anything."
Mirazan hummed slightly, looking at Ocotl out of the corner of her eye. "Like we said before, we do not remember any such dragon around these parts. You may have to take your search elsewhere, but we will not let you leave if you pose a threat to dragon-kind."
He turned towards her, joints creaking. "What can I do to convince you of my loyalty? I trust you because of your kindness so far, but it seems we do not share that mentality."
Ocotl looked at the cat in the dragon's arms. "It would do both of us good if you explained yourself soon." He looked around the dusky waterfall.
"Nobody is around either, now is as good of a time as any."</s>
| <|message|>Nexias
Nexias didn't bother trying to escape from the mines, instead blasting his way out by launching a barrage of shadow lightning, the charge from the mines being absorbed by them and crashing into the elder dragon. It didn't hurt much, but it did cause a big explosion, clouding the dragon's vision long enough for Nexias to blitz him in his compact form, going for a physical bombardment of blows. Normally, it would do nothing, but Nexias had coated his arms in a large amount of Energized shadow, and each hit caused an explosion shadows to burst forth, doing actual damage to the ToRaNe. It seems Nexias was giving it his all and taking advantage of a dragon's reliance on distance. While dragon's were no slouches in CQC, they weren't that well versed in it for the most part.
Nexias was an exception, as he sent a great part of his early 200 years to learn a variety of fighting styles, thus making him very dangerous in his compact form, and when ever ToRaNe tried to claw or bite at him, he'd lither along their scaly hide as a shadow before reforming to unleash another rain of blows. Soon, To had enough, and called down a barrage of lightning strikes on to himself, causing Nexias to get shocked off of the dragon, only to be smacked by a tail straight into the forest.
"Damn," To said working his jaw a bit to numb the ache, "I didn't expect for him to be this good. I don't think he's quite GrandFather level yet, but-" Before he could finish, a cacophony of maddened laughter echoed from the forest, a purple aura surrounding it. The trees became twisted and gnarled, the leaves became decayed, and the bark split open to show fanged laughing, that maddened laugh, and crazed red eyes, all focused on the elder. "well then, that can't be good."</s> |
<|description|>Abraxas, "Man's Bane"
Demon
Age: 50
Personality: Abraxas is a mysterious entity, who is a conflicted creature. He can be animalistic at times with little reasoning and is aggressive, preforming acts of violence quite frequently. He is naturally a malevolent creature but can be reasoned with. Due to his imprisonment he has a deep hatred for humans but knows nothing of the outside world. He has a corrupting influence on magic and those that get too close.
Looks:
Alternative looks: Has none yet.
Background: He was born in a place far away, to parents who abandoned their offspring. His siblings were either eaten or killed within the first couple of days, for only the strong survived. By chance he was set upon by the hunters not a week old, yet already as large as a big dog. They captured him, as he was not yet dangerous enough to pose a threat to challenge their safety. Abraxas soon learned the cruelness of the humans as they frequently lashed out at their captives, deeming them inferior, lower then dragons. He wondered what a dragon was, and if it could be eaten with one gulp.
Months later, and now as large as a man they arrived at the prison in the darkness of night. The journey itself was harsh and his cage was covered with a black cloth to hide him from the sun and prying eyes. Every time he tried to escape his confinement, he found that the bars burned his skin at the lightest touch but it didn't stop him from trying. Days became weeks, weeks turned into months and the passing of time blurred into years. Throughout those years he grew into a formidable demon, the size of an upright grizzly bear, looking down upon the guards always. His brute strength made him deemed dangerous, and instead of moving him to a different cell, they built a larger, more durable one around the old. That was until his metamorphism began around the age of 25.
It would last for another 25 years, changing his body slightly, making him become infused with dark magic. This magic was of flame and shadow, and deadly to those that would incur his wrath. The shadow was about him at all times, and the flame he could call upon at will. It engulfed him, wrapping around his body like a blanket, free flowing. It was dark and it suited him for upon his awakening, he found things in ruins, the prison that once contained him in flames. He broke free from his old confinement and clawed his way up to the surface. The light blinded his glowing blue eyes and when they adjusted he saw a strange place, full of rock towers and thick layers of fog. He walked away from the rubble, quickly coming to a street full of humans and their devices. His revenge had begun, yet in this world he did not know, there were creatures more dangerous then humans..
Did they escape the hunters prison?: Yes</s>
<|message|>Lynx
A black and grey cat sat on a tree branch, staring into Gold Village. Next to him was a closed notebook, which contained various drawings of humans and dragons with ancient writing next to each sketch.
His tail swished back in forth with curiosity as he watched the civilians walk around the village. His piercing red eyes were staring at a fruit stand. He always wanted to try human food, but he has no way to acquire the money needed to buy it. He stared with a bit of envy as one of the humans bought a red-ish fruit.
(Is this long enough of a post? If not, I'll try to make longer posts. Also tell me of anything else I did, because I'm 99% sure I messed up somewhere? ^^')</s>
<|message|>Nexias
The village's peace was not to last, for suddenly, a group of men and women ran through the streets, flapping their arms like wings and screaming out, "We are the Chickens of the night, here us cluck and tremble!" Before using their hands to peck at people all around. The village guard tried to apprehend them, but they moved fast and fluidly, easily evading the guard's clutches as they continued their mass pecking. On a nearby rooftop was Nexias, laughing his ass of as he witnessed the chaos he had wrought below, his laughter becoming even louder when one of the guards tripped and went flying into a meat cart, causing it to collapse and for ham, sausage, and other assorted meats roll along the ground, causing even more chaos as people ran to grab it, or tripped over it while trying to avoid the chickens of the night.
"I knew this was going to be hilarious, but it turned out better than I had ever imagined.." Nexias said when he finally calmed down enough to comment on the chaos below. He sighed, however, as all good things must end, and he'd get in trouble if he let someone get seriously injured from this. With a snap of his fingers, the chickens of the night were returned to sanity, and looked around confusedly, wondering ow they had gotten there. Nexias then gave a coughing grunt, alerting all in attendance to his presence, his wings in plain view, his fangs shining in the daylight, and his intense purple eyes filled with mischievous glee.
"Well know, wasn't that something, huh, I hope you all enjoyed that little bit of chaos in your day as I know did. Oh, and don't blame the chickens for any of this, they were under my control and not in their right minds. If any harm does come to them, then I will personally beat the sorry shit out of the idiot who did it. With that being said. . . later." The chaos loving dragon dispersed into a shadowy mist that flew away in the blink of an eye, leaving the on lookers of the event speechless and confused at what the hell just happened.
Nexias was soon back at the tribe, as he was fairly fast in his dragon form, which he had taken as soon as he had exited the city, and was preparing to get ready to show off his magical abilities, eager to be recognized as one of GrandFather strength. He was quickly growing in his dragon age, his powers in near constant use and always growing because of it, and his wild ways making it impossible for him to settle down and raise any family or take any mates. Nexias would only take for a mate anyone he deemed interesting enough, as free-spirited as himself or more so, or one who had beaten him in combat, the race of said person didn't matter.
Watching the children as they strutted their magic, seeking to prove themselves able, he smiled, wondering if he'll ever get the chance to see one of his brood take to the stage. If he continued on his present couse of actions, it might soon be impossible for him, though that was mostly his delusions of grandur speaking, as he believe that Great Grand Father ship would soon be in his grasp after he proved himself today. One could say a lot about Nexias, but it should never be said that he is lacking in confidence.</s>
| <|message|>Abraxas, "Man's Bane"
The dim light of the sun seemed to sketch long shadows upon the area as Abraxas stood silently in the shadows of an alley. Upon his awakening he had left the burning prison from which his cell was held, as the fire barely scratched him. No, in contrast the fire gave him comfort in the twilight that was now. The alley that he stood in was apart of a large market, with many humans about buying and selling, completely oblivious to what was coming. It had been 25 long years since Abraxas had eaten last, he was famished to say the least, and this hunger was now driving him to find the nearest food source; humans. He had never tasted human before, those in charge of him had only fed those in the prison scraps of whatever they could find. Now it was time for the demon to feast.
Before he could come from the shadows, something occurred. Humans who acted differently then those in the market. No, these human flapped their arms and made screeching noises, causing a momentary chaos in the marketplace. Then it was over, and a voice could be heard coming from top a building. It said, "no harm was to come to those that had acted in the odd way, or those that did it would suffer" then vanished into the night. Abraxas was perplexed by this oddity and wondered what the thing was. The most logical thing that came to his mind was a fellow demon of sorts. He didn't really care, as long as it was gone and wouldn't pose a threat, for Abraxas would be the one to make them suffer.
Erupting from the alleyway, like a mad bull, came Abraxas towering over the humans like a lion over sheep. The spikes connected to his wrist, elongated, turning into formidable weapons. Shock filled the humans hearts as they looked at the monster from afar. Abraxas then roared defiantly, letting the town know that he was there and sending the humans running. He charged, his bulk causing indentations in the ground with each power step. He came upon the nearest group of humans in a matter of seconds, sending some flying into buildings with a swipe from his right arm. He swung his left spike blade at a group, sending their bodies to the floor with a sickening crunch. Next, he picked up a screaming female by the looks of it, and devoured her. The taste of human flesh was invigorating, and he craved more.
He sent a bolt of fire into a nearby building, causing it to explode in a plume of fire and smoke, which would soon be seen by all. Abraxas was content causing this chaos, for the thrill of it all was great and he deserved it for being imprisoned for so long. The humans would pay for the insolence at keeping a demon of his caliber locked away. Nothing could stop him now he thought, as he continued the destruction.</s> |
<|description|>Abraxas, "Man's Bane"
Demon
Age: 50
Personality: Abraxas is a mysterious entity, who is a conflicted creature. He can be animalistic at times with little reasoning and is aggressive, preforming acts of violence quite frequently. He is naturally a malevolent creature but can be reasoned with. Due to his imprisonment he has a deep hatred for humans but knows nothing of the outside world. He has a corrupting influence on magic and those that get too close.
Looks:
Alternative looks: Has none yet.
Background: He was born in a place far away, to parents who abandoned their offspring. His siblings were either eaten or killed within the first couple of days, for only the strong survived. By chance he was set upon by the hunters not a week old, yet already as large as a big dog. They captured him, as he was not yet dangerous enough to pose a threat to challenge their safety. Abraxas soon learned the cruelness of the humans as they frequently lashed out at their captives, deeming them inferior, lower then dragons. He wondered what a dragon was, and if it could be eaten with one gulp.
Months later, and now as large as a man they arrived at the prison in the darkness of night. The journey itself was harsh and his cage was covered with a black cloth to hide him from the sun and prying eyes. Every time he tried to escape his confinement, he found that the bars burned his skin at the lightest touch but it didn't stop him from trying. Days became weeks, weeks turned into months and the passing of time blurred into years. Throughout those years he grew into a formidable demon, the size of an upright grizzly bear, looking down upon the guards always. His brute strength made him deemed dangerous, and instead of moving him to a different cell, they built a larger, more durable one around the old. That was until his metamorphism began around the age of 25.
It would last for another 25 years, changing his body slightly, making him become infused with dark magic. This magic was of flame and shadow, and deadly to those that would incur his wrath. The shadow was about him at all times, and the flame he could call upon at will. It engulfed him, wrapping around his body like a blanket, free flowing. It was dark and it suited him for upon his awakening, he found things in ruins, the prison that once contained him in flames. He broke free from his old confinement and clawed his way up to the surface. The light blinded his glowing blue eyes and when they adjusted he saw a strange place, full of rock towers and thick layers of fog. He walked away from the rubble, quickly coming to a street full of humans and their devices. His revenge had begun, yet in this world he did not know, there were creatures more dangerous then humans..
Did they escape the hunters prison?: Yes</s>
<|message|>Syrilth
Syrilth entered the barrier, forming ripples in the air around her figure as she passed through the invisible barrier. The faint sounds instantly became louder, much more clearer. She breathed in deeply. The scents of dragons, demons and humans filled her sharp nose. Even in her compact form, she still retained her dragon senses. Dragons chatted with each other as the festival went on, most of whom had flown from afar she did not recognise. Humans were mostly surrounded by dragons, being bombarded with questions. There were only a few demons, and they had dragon escorts with them. She smiled seeing a child dragon finally showing off a tremendous magic display after being all shy about it and get excited when it passed.
She proceeded to wander around the tribe's grounds aimlessly, observing everything. It was one of her hobbies actually, observing, that is. Syrilth considered searching for her few friends who were probably scattered all over the place, but decided not to, as she figured they were most likely busy with something. She wasn't much of a social dragon, and would mostly be found alone. She didn't mind that fact though, although it would sometimes feel lonely. Thus she wasn't searching for a mate like many other adult dragons.
She entered a shop after a black dragon had opened the shop's big doors meant for a dragon, intending to window shop. She witnessed the dragon apologizing to just about all who was there in the place, and was curious to find out why.</s>
<|message|>Lucatiel
Lucatiel was just shoving Sealameet out the door when the human from a few days before came walking in. It took a few seconds for Lucatiel to remember the humans name by the sound of her voice. Once she did she gave her a smile."Hello again Momo," she said ",No you are not interrupting anything at all, he was just leaving." She gave her brother one last shove out of the door before returning to the conversation to Momo. Sealameet gave a hello and goodbye as quick as he could with his sister pushing him out before he was gone to go well where he wished.
Lucatiel gave a wave of her hand at Momo."There is nothing to be sorry for, it wasn't your fault. We dragon's still have instincts that get in the way of better judgement at times and unfortunately that was one of those moments. Your offer of company though is much appreciated and if you so desire you may stay as long as you wish."</s>
<|message|>Draken
Draken
It had been a interesting three days to say the least. With the expected chatter of visiting humans and of course Draken, everyone had something to gossip and gripe about. With a variety of dragons with different views, of course one came across something different. From those who were totally against humans and to others who were highly curious about them. After Mirazan's little rule on not hurting the human visitors though, those who disliked humans could only glare on.
Draken didn't have much opinion to be here. Unless one liked listen to the gossip among the dragons and what they have been up to. Draken had spent most of his time either causing a little mischief and playing some jokes on some of the other Dragons, or watching Ezekiel. His Priest seemed to be enjoying himself, despite some of the more hateful dragons. In which case, Draken also didn't hesitate to play a joke on them.
Still, he knew his human was resourceful and would be alright for the most part. Draken still kept a eye on him like he keeps a eye on just about everybody, but he allowed Ezekiel to go wherever he wished on his own. It pleased him to see the priest's dedication to him, despite facing those who feared and disliked him.
Today, they were sitting in the stands, the human leaning up against him for more warmth. It was funny how Ezekiel got cold easily, but the grandfather obliged with fetching him warmer clothing and using his own body like a furnace. Normally, Draken didn't quite care for the events but he went with Ezekiel because it was a sight to behold. Plus, today in particular was one of his hatchlings time to try.
"Mhmm indeed. With great power comes great responsibility as they say." Draken chuckled in answer to his human as he watched the ceremony, wrapping a arm around the priest. Brushing his fingers through the white hair, the absence of the mask a little odd considering Ezekiel usually hardly took it off before. It had been awhile since he had seen the human's face well.
"You're quite a kind soul to not let me get your mask back for you." he chuckled.
Damia
Damia had spent most of her time training for the child ceremony. Though she was quite curious as there was commotion about dragons who were captured and were rescued. The Great Grandmother Mirazan allowed humans and Draken into the tribe for the festival. It made her happy, it meant she could actually see her father in person. Yet, she didn't know what to say. What if he disliked her? What if she wasn't strong enough to make the powerful dragon proud? So she was hesitant to seek him out. If rumors hold, Draken had several hatchlings over his many years of living. He shot up into adulthood at a young age and almost had 2,000 years of life.
So what if she was the worst of them all?
To decide this, she trained harder, determined to finally become a teen dragon.
Here she was now, shaking under the gazes of the Great Grandparents and a crowd of dragons watching. The emerald scaled two-headed dragon gulped a little, both heads in sync which meant she was non conflicted in being nervous. Glancing to the crowd as she heard a reassuring cheer, Damia took a deep breath and puffed up her chest to seem a little more confident.
Flapping her wings, he long body slithered around on the ground, the left half opening the jaws and letting out a light green sparkling mist. A sweet smelling calming aroma emitting from it. Damia kept flying in circles emitting this cloud, spiraling upwards in a circle until the cloud was a nice large size. Stopping, the child turned around to look at the cloud, until there was a bit of shaking on the ground.
Several green vines shot from the ground, twining together to create a large firm stem as a bud sprouted at the top, before parting into a glowing and shimmering rainbow colored rose petal like flower. Shining brilliantly for all to see.
Damia's right head then breathed a dark smoggy green breath at the flower, the odor more foul smelling. The left head breathing the sweet smelling breath again afterward. After a moment, the flower started moving. Wiggling a little before seeming to start to dance, twirling the petals happily, causing strands of stray falling petals to burst into the air and gingerly float in the sky, fluttering with the wind.
Once all the petals were removed, the stem wilted before crumbling into a pile of dirt. Damia flapped back to the ground and folded her wings. Shyly glancing around them up at the Great Grandparents for some sort of approval.
Aster
It had been a tiring three days. Aster had spent time getting some rest to get a bit more healing after the whole ordeal. While he also spent time watching over Myrtle, who was quite tiring to keep up with. She might as well be a baby dragon with that much energy. While also hanging out with Chu, who also helped him out watching Myrtle.
Today, after watching Myrtle who sort of watched part of the child ceremony before running off again, he sighed and decided to go and sit beside Chu, who he soon spotted cheering on the nervous child dragon. With a slight smile, he sat beside the earth dragon.
"Hey Chu." he greeted softly, before glancing to the child as they created a brilliant flower for display.
Myrtle
One of the humans who had been granted permission to attend the dragon festival, had made full use of it. Making full notes of how the dragons were. Their habits, their eating diet, and whatever. Of course every dragon was unique so he just started sketching dragons she saw and putting notes beside it. As well as the general culture of how they all lived.
Myrtle had hanged around Aster and Chu for the most part, but also happily spent time with the other visiting humans. After all, pretty much all three of them were excited in attending the festival.
Currently, Myrtle was sitting under a tree, cross legged as she writing down things in a notepad, a soft hum emitting from her throat.</s>
<|message|>Jeonbae
The cat the black dragon had picked up was glaring at him intensely. Ignoring the dragon's maniacal, Ocotl stared at the cat back. He could feel the presence of a demon coming from it, but he other than the strangely large mouth, it was a completely normal, black and grey cat. He followed the black dragon as he led him back, glancing back to the cat occasionally. It seemed to continue to glare at him, some kind of determination behind its round black eyes. Ocotl hummed as he stared at the cat, tilting his head slightly.
"Why do you stare at me so, Cat?" he grumbled, smiling slightly. He felt there was more to this than a cat. The presence of a demon had lingered throughout the trip through the forest with the black dragon, and it hadn't been there before. This cat is definitely not a cat, he thought.
"You've been glaring at me for a long while."
Ocotl could faintly feel the presence of another demon in the tribe, besides the cat next to him, but it was too faint to make out. He glanced briefly behind him, but there was nothing visible in the trees besides the faint shimmer of the barrier.</s>
<|message|>Lynx
This demon seemed different from what Lynx had expected. He stared at him still, but with more of a curiosity than hatred. He had thought all other demons killed for fun and enjoyed others' misery. But this demon seemed humble, and just as curious about dragons as he was.
He still didn't trust this tree demon completely, however. He could simply be acting, waiting for the right moment to strike. Lynx put that in the back of his mind, though; not the main thing he focused on, but still in his mind should the demon attack.
He gave a kind look to the tree demon now. He didn't feel it was necessary to speak. He looked ahead of where they were walking, anticipating their arrival to the town.</s>
| <|message|>Abraxas, "Man's Bane"
The torrent of flame slammed into the building behind the now changed demon before him, causing the building to explode, intense flames lighting up the area. It seems he had defeated two birds with one stone, as the shadow demon was gone, slithering off into an alleyway and the large berserker demon seemed to morph bodies, coming to a stop in the middle of the battle. "Go ra tonth da la re mera!"(All shall crumble before my power and flee in terror!) Abraxas said as he slowly walked over to the now unconscious demon before him. How insulting that it would be sleeping in this battle, but Abraxas did not care as long as he killed it. Half way there a new threat could be heard. Human shouts and machinery, as he turned his head to humans approaching steadfast, some glad in armor others in clothes and the majority armed with weapons of war.
This demon would have to wait for now, as he had other matters to be worried with. He gave a bellow, and started to charge at the humans in their trucks. He was met by a barrage of bullets that bounced off his thick plates. The sight of a creature charging at them, taking no damage gave way to madness, with many breaking rank and running away back into the city. His spike sword on his right wrist elongated, and as he reached the first truck, he plunged it into the cab, crushing whoever was in. With his left hand he picked up a human in the bed and threw the poor fellow into a building. More bullets flew into him, one nicking him in the right eye, causing a temporary blindness. As he held his head, he was then rammed by a truck and sent sprawling backwards, his bulk smashing into a street lamp.
Coming to his senses he realized that they were trying to pin him down with rope and stones. Abraxas simply flexed his arms into the air, breaking the rope. It would take more then that to subdue him, that was for sure. His retaliation to their assault would result in another truck being destroyed by a fireball. The fight would be over soon.</s> |
<|description|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
Age: 24
Personality: Keepa comes off as a charismatic sweetheart, interested in others' doings and especially human culture. Kind and elegant in their tact to the point of bordering the uncanny valley with their often lack of reaction to hostility and hatred. Its suspected that this is mostly a ruse to lure in prey which ended up being defining characteristics of their personality out of instinct and habit. When threatened, Keepa shows the stark two-face of his coined behavious; violent and vindictive, determined to extinguish even the potential of ongoing threat to themselves and whatever they may care about. As a dragon, this is the sort of behavior that gives them a bad name. As a demon, such behavior classifies Keepa as 'wild', a shunned ranking of caste from his homeland which regards him as predictable as a starved, crazed dog. As a human, hes seen as a liar and a murderer. In all reality, he would rather be left alone, although his nature and physiology compels him to seek out life. He isn't bad, per se, just built poorly for the civilized world...or built perfectly for it. The judgement is mostly left to interpretation.
Magic-like Abilities
- Keepa has a refined control of life energy, mostly for the purpose of consumption and personal perseverance. The process is similar to a leech, although the rate is controllable on some levels. With a max range of about five meters and a max effectiveness with skin-contact, affected individuals feel a slight sense of exhaustion which grows from prolonged exposure (1 hour feels like 2, 2 hours feel like 5). This can be suppressed at will, although Keepa lives off of others, parasitically and the thought of stopping doesn't often occur. This can be applied to all living beings, though it functions considerably slower on plants then it does other living creatures.
= While absorbed energy is added to their mass, it is possible for Keepa to reverse-burn his own mass into a subject for the purpose of healing even nearly fatal wounds. However, this consumes a considerable amount of mass in order to 'sew' life back into the subject, piecing them back together or replacing lost flesh. Wounds healed in such ways are stained with jagged black scars that eventually fade over the course of a week to a month depending on the severity. With the mass required to heal severe wounds, Keepa may not be able to fully heal a subject without taking on considerable mass from outside sources in the process. This is a procedure which has not been often implemented and is highly inefficient.
Standing at 170cm (roughly 5'5ft), the skin of his human form has little give and has a strange porcelain smoothness to it.
Taking the appearance of an adult dragon with ink black skin with a brilliant smooth sheen as if devoid of scales. While in this form, a light black mist continuously drifts from their figure, slightly obscuring themselves if they stood still long enough.
The rippling dark mass which Keepa is made from shrinks and grows with the tide of energy they consume. In their true form, their magic is at its most powerful although the light of the sun (and other lights to a far lesser degree) burns away their mass. This is The only way the humans have found to contain Keepa, by shining spotlights on his human form day in and day out to discourage the use of this form. Fire is a functioning substitute, Keepa is otherwise highly resilient to most elemental and physical damage.
Where I am from? Hrm. That is the wrong question to ask, as I am faraid I have no feelings for that nameless land. They...had rather I left, I suppose you could say. Hmm...yes..no, I would not be here if I could be there as I am sure you understand. Heh heh~
It has been a while since I've had any company. If you don't mind me saying, it is quite hard to see you from here...ma'am? Sir! Right, my apologies. You are very quiet, and you keep it so bright. Where was I? Ah, well, starting from the beginning is what I am best at, wouldn't you agree? Hmm~? hu hu hu~!
I was once the talk of the town, a saber-slicker in their own right before being propositioned by a handsome young human. His claim was his soul against my sword, that he could strike me down and I would never again stand without even a single scratch upon his armor. Foolish as I was, so eager to eat souls that I~
Oh, come now, don't ruin the ending before it had even happened! A threat? Why, I would never stand a chance against your human engineering. Look at me now. What threat could I pose, chained to a wall in broad daylight for all to see, with only your painted white line to entertain on the off hours. You might see a line, I see a wall that divides two people. And what would I have to gain? I belong here, after all. On that, we can both agree, yes? I...deal...with your human prisoners, and in turn...well, I actually have no idea what you all get out of this.
Maybe you just like me~
I cannot entirely entertain an ideas as to why, though... *sigh*
Compliments!? Oh my, maybe today is a good day. You're nothing like the others that tried beating me or flaying me for scales I do not have. Pretty smart; pretty and smart~
Just a joke, just a joke! I only figured you would like a compliment in return. Oh, come on, don't leave!
______________________________
The subject has repeatedly insisted they be called an array of different names, all of which come with various backgrounds and variations of cooperation. They have settled on 'Keepa' now, although the staff refer to them simply as 'The Liar'
Liar was picked up on the outskirts of the Gold Village after reports of bodies found in alleys. Most were armed and considered either muggers or the like, but concern arose with the note that none of the bodies possessed significant wounds and had simply perished from apparent heart failure. Regardless of their crimes, it was official that we had a situation on our hands. Liar was later recovered in the middle of its apparent feeding on another victim, subdued with UV lights and transported to the prison before it could recombine. The Liar was held for three years before the breakout and is still considered at large. Little is known about the subject and caution is encouraged. Their whereabouts are unknown as of the moment.
Did they escape the hunters prison?: Yeeeessss?</s>
<|message|>Abraxas, "Man's Bane"
The dim light of the sun seemed to sketch long shadows upon the area as Abraxas stood silently in the shadows of an alley. Upon his awakening he had left the burning prison from which his cell was held, as the fire barely scratched him. No, in contrast the fire gave him comfort in the twilight that was now. The alley that he stood in was apart of a large market, with many humans about buying and selling, completely oblivious to what was coming. It had been 25 long years since Abraxas had eaten last, he was famished to say the least, and this hunger was now driving him to find the nearest food source; humans. He had never tasted human before, those in charge of him had only fed those in the prison scraps of whatever they could find. Now it was time for the demon to feast.
Before he could come from the shadows, something occurred. Humans who acted differently then those in the market. No, these human flapped their arms and made screeching noises, causing a momentary chaos in the marketplace. Then it was over, and a voice could be heard coming from top a building. It said, "no harm was to come to those that had acted in the odd way, or those that did it would suffer" then vanished into the night. Abraxas was perplexed by this oddity and wondered what the thing was. The most logical thing that came to his mind was a fellow demon of sorts. He didn't really care, as long as it was gone and wouldn't pose a threat, for Abraxas would be the one to make them suffer.
Erupting from the alleyway, like a mad bull, came Abraxas towering over the humans like a lion over sheep. The spikes connected to his wrist, elongated, turning into formidable weapons. Shock filled the humans hearts as they looked at the monster from afar. Abraxas then roared defiantly, letting the town know that he was there and sending the humans running. He charged, his bulk causing indentations in the ground with each power step. He came upon the nearest group of humans in a matter of seconds, sending some flying into buildings with a swipe from his right arm. He swung his left spike blade at a group, sending their bodies to the floor with a sickening crunch. Next, he picked up a screaming female by the looks of it, and devoured her. The taste of human flesh was invigorating, and he craved more.
He sent a bolt of fire into a nearby building, causing it to explode in a plume of fire and smoke, which would soon be seen by all. Abraxas was content causing this chaos, for the thrill of it all was great and he deserved it for being imprisoned for so long. The humans would pay for the insolence at keeping a demon of his caliber locked away. Nothing could stop him now he thought, as he continued the destruction.</s>
<|message|>Lynx
Lynx was still watching the fruit stand when a group of people seemed to be losing their minds, pecking other people around, He giggled to himself quietly, but his laughter was interrupted by the speech of a human on top of a building. He couldn't hear what the person was saying no matter how much he tried, but he was still intent on what he would do afterwards.
His eyes lit like a child when he saw the person sprout wings and fly off. A dragon! he thought to himself. He picked up his book that was next to him when he heard a noise come from the town: an attack. He looked at the figure causing all of the commotion with irritation at first. He quickly turned to fearful when he saw the suspect was a demon.
Lynx had thought all of the demons were still locked up, and he lied it that way. He had to make sure he was right. He hopped off of the tree branch and ran into the town.
Not many people saw him running in between their legs, but the ones who did were either freaked out or confused.
He stood on the fruit stand he was looking at earlier to get a better look at the situation. He was, in fact, right that it was a demon. It had a dead women in it's mouth, which made Lynx extremely angry. He was about to destroy the earth under the demon when he realized he was in a village. He would most likely hurt other civilians around the area of impact.
He chose to just avoid the situation. He knew that either the other demon would eventually leave or he would be apprehended by one of the hunters.
His attention then turned toward the fruit salesman. He was hiding behind his fruit stand so the other demon wouldn't notice him. Lynx's curiosity overcame him and, instead of flee, he studied the cowering salesman. The man had never seen such a creature before: a red eyes cat with a seemingly malicious grin on it's face. The man ran away which disappointed Lynx. Lynx then left the town to go back to the forest, but not before he grabbed one of the fruits from the stand.</s>
| <|message|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
"So...Are you going to buy anything...ehh...?" The man behind the stall asked before stifling a yawn. Keepa took their time, soundlessly admiring the baubles and wrist-watches near the vendor's till. The man's comment was in the form of a half-question, not entirely certain of their customer's gender. "My apologies, I just..." Keepa sighed, holding up two different watches with curiosity before biting their lip with a small click. "...I can only afford one, and they are both so beautiful. You have quite the eye for merchandise, sir~" the demon coo'd, offering a sheepish smile. The goal was in its works, weather he wanted a watch or not, the merchant was the prize all along. In truth, he wished he had the money for even one of the watches. "I would so sooner have both, although I bet you-" he began before the body of another man crashed into the cart, sending the contents sprawling and the salesman unconscious.
Without breaking their expression, Keepa took their time to put both watches on one of his wrists, syncing them in silence while turning to the source of the disturbance. A towering beast, feasting on humans. It made me look bad~
"OI!" Keepa called, protective of his cattle in his resolution to stand up to the fiend.
~~~1st person~~~
The mere visage was daunting, though it had a strange eldritch pull on me. I was wholesomely disgusted by this feeling; rejected from my homeland, I would reject those who would be considered 'wild'...the term 'hypocrite' comes to mind. Others gave me such a title, and they are not here. Lead by example, yes?
If it was capable of feeling what I felt, it would know that I was no human. Striding closer into the shade of the buildings, I intended to clarify my intentions with the mounting inky darkness of my reach. He would find it difficult to stand on a ground that ate away at his very essence.
I was curious what demons tasted like~
There was hope that the pain of remaining in my web would encourage him to leave. I was very uncertain if I could actually best such a monster in close combat, hoping I would win out through attrition, alone.</s> |
<|description|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
Age: 24
Personality: Keepa comes off as a charismatic sweetheart, interested in others' doings and especially human culture. Kind and elegant in their tact to the point of bordering the uncanny valley with their often lack of reaction to hostility and hatred. Its suspected that this is mostly a ruse to lure in prey which ended up being defining characteristics of their personality out of instinct and habit. When threatened, Keepa shows the stark two-face of his coined behavious; violent and vindictive, determined to extinguish even the potential of ongoing threat to themselves and whatever they may care about. As a dragon, this is the sort of behavior that gives them a bad name. As a demon, such behavior classifies Keepa as 'wild', a shunned ranking of caste from his homeland which regards him as predictable as a starved, crazed dog. As a human, hes seen as a liar and a murderer. In all reality, he would rather be left alone, although his nature and physiology compels him to seek out life. He isn't bad, per se, just built poorly for the civilized world...or built perfectly for it. The judgement is mostly left to interpretation.
Magic-like Abilities
- Keepa has a refined control of life energy, mostly for the purpose of consumption and personal perseverance. The process is similar to a leech, although the rate is controllable on some levels. With a max range of about five meters and a max effectiveness with skin-contact, affected individuals feel a slight sense of exhaustion which grows from prolonged exposure (1 hour feels like 2, 2 hours feel like 5). This can be suppressed at will, although Keepa lives off of others, parasitically and the thought of stopping doesn't often occur. This can be applied to all living beings, though it functions considerably slower on plants then it does other living creatures.
= While absorbed energy is added to their mass, it is possible for Keepa to reverse-burn his own mass into a subject for the purpose of healing even nearly fatal wounds. However, this consumes a considerable amount of mass in order to 'sew' life back into the subject, piecing them back together or replacing lost flesh. Wounds healed in such ways are stained with jagged black scars that eventually fade over the course of a week to a month depending on the severity. With the mass required to heal severe wounds, Keepa may not be able to fully heal a subject without taking on considerable mass from outside sources in the process. This is a procedure which has not been often implemented and is highly inefficient.
Standing at 170cm (roughly 5'5ft), the skin of his human form has little give and has a strange porcelain smoothness to it.
Taking the appearance of an adult dragon with ink black skin with a brilliant smooth sheen as if devoid of scales. While in this form, a light black mist continuously drifts from their figure, slightly obscuring themselves if they stood still long enough.
The rippling dark mass which Keepa is made from shrinks and grows with the tide of energy they consume. In their true form, their magic is at its most powerful although the light of the sun (and other lights to a far lesser degree) burns away their mass. This is The only way the humans have found to contain Keepa, by shining spotlights on his human form day in and day out to discourage the use of this form. Fire is a functioning substitute, Keepa is otherwise highly resilient to most elemental and physical damage.
Where I am from? Hrm. That is the wrong question to ask, as I am faraid I have no feelings for that nameless land. They...had rather I left, I suppose you could say. Hmm...yes..no, I would not be here if I could be there as I am sure you understand. Heh heh~
It has been a while since I've had any company. If you don't mind me saying, it is quite hard to see you from here...ma'am? Sir! Right, my apologies. You are very quiet, and you keep it so bright. Where was I? Ah, well, starting from the beginning is what I am best at, wouldn't you agree? Hmm~? hu hu hu~!
I was once the talk of the town, a saber-slicker in their own right before being propositioned by a handsome young human. His claim was his soul against my sword, that he could strike me down and I would never again stand without even a single scratch upon his armor. Foolish as I was, so eager to eat souls that I~
Oh, come now, don't ruin the ending before it had even happened! A threat? Why, I would never stand a chance against your human engineering. Look at me now. What threat could I pose, chained to a wall in broad daylight for all to see, with only your painted white line to entertain on the off hours. You might see a line, I see a wall that divides two people. And what would I have to gain? I belong here, after all. On that, we can both agree, yes? I...deal...with your human prisoners, and in turn...well, I actually have no idea what you all get out of this.
Maybe you just like me~
I cannot entirely entertain an ideas as to why, though... *sigh*
Compliments!? Oh my, maybe today is a good day. You're nothing like the others that tried beating me or flaying me for scales I do not have. Pretty smart; pretty and smart~
Just a joke, just a joke! I only figured you would like a compliment in return. Oh, come on, don't leave!
______________________________
The subject has repeatedly insisted they be called an array of different names, all of which come with various backgrounds and variations of cooperation. They have settled on 'Keepa' now, although the staff refer to them simply as 'The Liar'
Liar was picked up on the outskirts of the Gold Village after reports of bodies found in alleys. Most were armed and considered either muggers or the like, but concern arose with the note that none of the bodies possessed significant wounds and had simply perished from apparent heart failure. Regardless of their crimes, it was official that we had a situation on our hands. Liar was later recovered in the middle of its apparent feeding on another victim, subdued with UV lights and transported to the prison before it could recombine. The Liar was held for three years before the breakout and is still considered at large. Little is known about the subject and caution is encouraged. Their whereabouts are unknown as of the moment.
Did they escape the hunters prison?: Yeeeessss?</s>
<|message|>Lynx
Lynx felt the ground shake, and turned to where the psound if pounding came from. To his surprise, he saw a walking tree. He was extremely curious as to what it was, so he decided to follow the thing. He left his red fruit on the branch where he was sitting on before and went looking for foot prints, or root prints, to follow. He grabbed his sketchbook with his mouth he could document the creature when he caught up to him.
With a few minutes of searching, he found the root prints of the creature. The seemed to be like wooden steaks, which impaled the ground with ease. He ran to where the tree creature was headed, knowing that it too probably moved with great speed. The farther he ran toward the creature, the more he could smell the presence on another demon. Was it the same demon? It couldn't be. The last one was most certainly not a tree, and the other one was attacking the the Gold Village still, if he remembered correctly.
He continued to blindly run as he was lost in his thoughts. Suddenly, he face-planted into a barrier, causing him and his book to fly backwards. The book layed a few metres away from him, opened to a page with a dragon sketch: the only dragon sketch in his whole book.
He got up with irritation as he picked up his book. He walked up to the barrier and could hear faint voices. With further inspection, he saw a pieces of what looked like dragons, though he couldn't tell because of the forest in the way. his eyes glistened with a child-like curiosity. He put his paw against the barrier to make sure the barrier was still solid, which it was. He groaned with annoyance, which was ironic because the current form he was in had an ever-lasting smile on its face.
He hit the barrier harder, but nothing happened. He then had an idea, which he didn't think much through. He backed up a about 20 metres away from the barrier and caused an explosion on the forcefield, thanks to his destruction magic. It made an impressively loud boom, and a multitude of dirt and leaves flew everywhere, but the barrier stayed intact without a scratch. He walked back up to the barrier with a pondering look on his face, trying to figure out a way for him to bypass the forcefield. He ignored the crater in the ground next to him, although it was quite big.</s>
<|message|>Abraxas, "Man's Bane"
Something was wrong. Abraxas sniffed the air, suddenly realizing that he was not alone in the market square. His feet gave out a sharp pang of pain, looking down he saw that the shadows beneath him seemed to be darker then usual. In turn he used his own shadow abilities to nullify the effects slightly, causing a throbbing in his feet. He looked around for the culprit, but his eyes came upon the hulk of a beast charging him. Reacting fast, he threw several small fireballs to dissuade the other demon but to no avail. Before he could step aside Abraxas was tackled into a building, the creature attempting to bite him. The small building collapsed in on itself from the weight of the two colossal demons, while the bite from it caused no damage as his hide was thick, covered in natural plates that worked the same as armor. He reared his head, "Dra ga dowlry menian cra krumpa!(You will not survive this fool!)" His voice spoke deeper then most, in the ancient tongue of demon. The his spike blades collapsed back into his top wrists, his hands bursting into flame and he attempted to punch the thing in the head, while trying to get up on his feet.</s>
<|message|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
Keepa took a few steps, skipping at a point in his pace while checking his new prized posessions. The watches read 2:54 and 9:39, ticking along in pseudo synchronization. The merchant hadn't taken the time to fix his wares, although the numbers means little to Keepa, he was just glad he had his new toys. On that note, the fight was starting to escalate with the addition of a new contender. This one wasn't as intruding as the first and the liar was hesitant to feed off of them as well, serving the purpose that Keepa could not.
~~~~~
"Dra-so'iraas, menain ir ol!" (You're wasting your time, survive and run!) I chirp through the chaos, closing my eyes to spare myself from the annoyingly blinding light of the sun as it bit through the allyway. It was all such a waste of the beautiful architecture of the city, but it was one that was being made and I felt fortunate that I didn't have to clean it up. With a smile, I held one hand out to the shade I had exited, the mass returning and seeping through my shell to spill out into the next section. The hands of my watches spun, wildly and making a popping noise within one of the small machines that I'm certain would be the evening in attempts to repair. It would take a moment before my mass could resume feeding on...hmm...the two? I hadn't decided on this, yet. All I knew was that I wasn't done with the intruder. The thought occurred to me that announcing myself may not have been the best idea.</s>
<|message|>Nexias
Insomnium couldn't get through the other demon's hide, but he didn't stop, he couldn't stop. His mind was gone, replaced by a berserker rage, When the demon's fist smashed into his head, he barely felt it, his rage too all-consuming. He took hold of one of the creatures arms with a clawed hand, intending to flip it over and smash it into the dust, but then he heard someone yell out in their direction. Immediately forgetting about the creature he had been attacking previously, he charged at the other one, letting out a roar as he went to smash it into the ground with a clawed fist.</s>
<|message|>Jeonbae
Within moments, a shadow slipped out from the trees in front of Ocotl, a puff of darkness bursting in front of him. He stopped moving at the sight of the dragon in front of him. He was sure it was the same dragon he had seen flying out of the village. He had a dangerous glint in his eye, and Ocotl could almost feel the anger emanating from him. He hoped he would not have to fight this... dragon, as it would not be a battle he would win.
"Speak your business, tree man, or else I'll have to kill you, rather violently, for daring to think you could come into this village meaning it any harm, If you mean no harm, then follow me, I'll pretend to be your escort in and let you sate your curiosity, as long as you sate mine. I'm curious as to what the hell you are, as I don't think I've seen something like you before."
Ocotl shook his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. If this thought is shared by all dragons now, it seems I will have to leave sooner, he thought to himself. This dragon is full of rage, but seems just. I will have to see.
"I do not wish dragons harm. I only would like to explore this place," he spoke, slowly and deeply. He looked around, an odd wisdom in his eyes. "I have not seen something like it for a very long time."
He gestured to himself, joints creaking quietly. "My form is not a common sight. But its story is not something I would like to tell right now. I would like to know more about you, but if it is an escort you offer, please lead the way."</s>
| <|message|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
I took a few steps back as my challenge to the intruder was responded by the second. Not entirely my intention, although I suppose we are all animals in our own right. They were fast, a swiftness inversely proportional to their size. Throwing my watch arm out to one side I tried to reason, "My, you certainly are bigger up cl-"
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And that was all Keepa could manage before being mashed into the seams of the cobblestone which cracked with the force. Shards of porcelain flesh skipped across the ground from the impact, the only remains of the demon besides the black stain splattered across the ground...and all over Insomnium's fist.
'I suppose it could be worse'
The hand and wrist, still bearing the two watches twitched as the inky darkness pulled itself from the fingers to cling to the other demon, rapidly beginning to engulf his arm. With every inch Keepa stretched, a cold numbness seeked to rob Insomnium of every ounce of their strength; maniacal retaliation for the assault. The darkness of the shadows that had once assailed Abraxas now turned on the new challenger, gradually converging and lashing at their legs. Hungering and pulling itself with purposeful speed...it had been quite a while since Keepa had felt genuine vindication. Vindictive in his aggressiveness that would leave any normal human reeling in agony within mere moments.</s> |
<|description|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
Age: 24
Personality: Keepa comes off as a charismatic sweetheart, interested in others' doings and especially human culture. Kind and elegant in their tact to the point of bordering the uncanny valley with their often lack of reaction to hostility and hatred. Its suspected that this is mostly a ruse to lure in prey which ended up being defining characteristics of their personality out of instinct and habit. When threatened, Keepa shows the stark two-face of his coined behavious; violent and vindictive, determined to extinguish even the potential of ongoing threat to themselves and whatever they may care about. As a dragon, this is the sort of behavior that gives them a bad name. As a demon, such behavior classifies Keepa as 'wild', a shunned ranking of caste from his homeland which regards him as predictable as a starved, crazed dog. As a human, hes seen as a liar and a murderer. In all reality, he would rather be left alone, although his nature and physiology compels him to seek out life. He isn't bad, per se, just built poorly for the civilized world...or built perfectly for it. The judgement is mostly left to interpretation.
Magic-like Abilities
- Keepa has a refined control of life energy, mostly for the purpose of consumption and personal perseverance. The process is similar to a leech, although the rate is controllable on some levels. With a max range of about five meters and a max effectiveness with skin-contact, affected individuals feel a slight sense of exhaustion which grows from prolonged exposure (1 hour feels like 2, 2 hours feel like 5). This can be suppressed at will, although Keepa lives off of others, parasitically and the thought of stopping doesn't often occur. This can be applied to all living beings, though it functions considerably slower on plants then it does other living creatures.
= While absorbed energy is added to their mass, it is possible for Keepa to reverse-burn his own mass into a subject for the purpose of healing even nearly fatal wounds. However, this consumes a considerable amount of mass in order to 'sew' life back into the subject, piecing them back together or replacing lost flesh. Wounds healed in such ways are stained with jagged black scars that eventually fade over the course of a week to a month depending on the severity. With the mass required to heal severe wounds, Keepa may not be able to fully heal a subject without taking on considerable mass from outside sources in the process. This is a procedure which has not been often implemented and is highly inefficient.
Standing at 170cm (roughly 5'5ft), the skin of his human form has little give and has a strange porcelain smoothness to it.
Taking the appearance of an adult dragon with ink black skin with a brilliant smooth sheen as if devoid of scales. While in this form, a light black mist continuously drifts from their figure, slightly obscuring themselves if they stood still long enough.
The rippling dark mass which Keepa is made from shrinks and grows with the tide of energy they consume. In their true form, their magic is at its most powerful although the light of the sun (and other lights to a far lesser degree) burns away their mass. This is The only way the humans have found to contain Keepa, by shining spotlights on his human form day in and day out to discourage the use of this form. Fire is a functioning substitute, Keepa is otherwise highly resilient to most elemental and physical damage.
Where I am from? Hrm. That is the wrong question to ask, as I am faraid I have no feelings for that nameless land. They...had rather I left, I suppose you could say. Hmm...yes..no, I would not be here if I could be there as I am sure you understand. Heh heh~
It has been a while since I've had any company. If you don't mind me saying, it is quite hard to see you from here...ma'am? Sir! Right, my apologies. You are very quiet, and you keep it so bright. Where was I? Ah, well, starting from the beginning is what I am best at, wouldn't you agree? Hmm~? hu hu hu~!
I was once the talk of the town, a saber-slicker in their own right before being propositioned by a handsome young human. His claim was his soul against my sword, that he could strike me down and I would never again stand without even a single scratch upon his armor. Foolish as I was, so eager to eat souls that I~
Oh, come now, don't ruin the ending before it had even happened! A threat? Why, I would never stand a chance against your human engineering. Look at me now. What threat could I pose, chained to a wall in broad daylight for all to see, with only your painted white line to entertain on the off hours. You might see a line, I see a wall that divides two people. And what would I have to gain? I belong here, after all. On that, we can both agree, yes? I...deal...with your human prisoners, and in turn...well, I actually have no idea what you all get out of this.
Maybe you just like me~
I cannot entirely entertain an ideas as to why, though... *sigh*
Compliments!? Oh my, maybe today is a good day. You're nothing like the others that tried beating me or flaying me for scales I do not have. Pretty smart; pretty and smart~
Just a joke, just a joke! I only figured you would like a compliment in return. Oh, come on, don't leave!
______________________________
The subject has repeatedly insisted they be called an array of different names, all of which come with various backgrounds and variations of cooperation. They have settled on 'Keepa' now, although the staff refer to them simply as 'The Liar'
Liar was picked up on the outskirts of the Gold Village after reports of bodies found in alleys. Most were armed and considered either muggers or the like, but concern arose with the note that none of the bodies possessed significant wounds and had simply perished from apparent heart failure. Regardless of their crimes, it was official that we had a situation on our hands. Liar was later recovered in the middle of its apparent feeding on another victim, subdued with UV lights and transported to the prison before it could recombine. The Liar was held for three years before the breakout and is still considered at large. Little is known about the subject and caution is encouraged. Their whereabouts are unknown as of the moment.
Did they escape the hunters prison?: Yeeeessss?</s>
<|message|>Jeonbae
The cat the black dragon had picked up was glaring at him intensely. Ignoring the dragon's maniacal, Ocotl stared at the cat back. He could feel the presence of a demon coming from it, but he other than the strangely large mouth, it was a completely normal, black and grey cat. He followed the black dragon as he led him back, glancing back to the cat occasionally. It seemed to continue to glare at him, some kind of determination behind its round black eyes. Ocotl hummed as he stared at the cat, tilting his head slightly.
"Why do you stare at me so, Cat?" he grumbled, smiling slightly. He felt there was more to this than a cat. The presence of a demon had lingered throughout the trip through the forest with the black dragon, and it hadn't been there before. This cat is definitely not a cat, he thought.
"You've been glaring at me for a long while."
Ocotl could faintly feel the presence of another demon in the tribe, besides the cat next to him, but it was too faint to make out. He glanced briefly behind him, but there was nothing visible in the trees besides the faint shimmer of the barrier.</s>
<|message|>Lynx
This demon seemed different from what Lynx had expected. He stared at him still, but with more of a curiosity than hatred. He had thought all other demons killed for fun and enjoyed others' misery. But this demon seemed humble, and just as curious about dragons as he was.
He still didn't trust this tree demon completely, however. He could simply be acting, waiting for the right moment to strike. Lynx put that in the back of his mind, though; not the main thing he focused on, but still in his mind should the demon attack.
He gave a kind look to the tree demon now. He didn't feel it was necessary to speak. He looked ahead of where they were walking, anticipating their arrival to the town.</s>
<|message|>Abraxas, "Man's Bane"
The torrent of flame slammed into the building behind the now changed demon before him, causing the building to explode, intense flames lighting up the area. It seems he had defeated two birds with one stone, as the shadow demon was gone, slithering off into an alleyway and the large berserker demon seemed to morph bodies, coming to a stop in the middle of the battle. "Go ra tonth da la re mera!"(All shall crumble before my power and flee in terror!) Abraxas said as he slowly walked over to the now unconscious demon before him. How insulting that it would be sleeping in this battle, but Abraxas did not care as long as he killed it. Half way there a new threat could be heard. Human shouts and machinery, as he turned his head to humans approaching steadfast, some glad in armor others in clothes and the majority armed with weapons of war.
This demon would have to wait for now, as he had other matters to be worried with. He gave a bellow, and started to charge at the humans in their trucks. He was met by a barrage of bullets that bounced off his thick plates. The sight of a creature charging at them, taking no damage gave way to madness, with many breaking rank and running away back into the city. His spike sword on his right wrist elongated, and as he reached the first truck, he plunged it into the cab, crushing whoever was in. With his left hand he picked up a human in the bed and threw the poor fellow into a building. More bullets flew into him, one nicking him in the right eye, causing a temporary blindness. As he held his head, he was then rammed by a truck and sent sprawling backwards, his bulk smashing into a street lamp.
Coming to his senses he realized that they were trying to pin him down with rope and stones. Abraxas simply flexed his arms into the air, breaking the rope. It would take more then that to subdue him, that was for sure. His retaliation to their assault would result in another truck being destroyed by a fireball. The fight would be over soon.</s>
<|message|>Nexias
Nexias wasn't bothered by the tree man talking to the cat, but he was bothered by the tree man's lack of manners. He had asked it for a name, and it had decided to just ignore him, and after he had been nice enough to show it around. This caused the dragon to pout, upset and now considering whether he should even show such a rude being around or just kick him out of the tribe for trespassing like he should have done. 'As fun as that may be, I won't because unlike some talking tree people, I'm a proper gentlemen and would never go back on something I promised, for it would be rude.' Nexias, however, was soon distracted from his inner thoughts as he saw one of the child dragon's displays. He didn't know who they were, but that flower thing was incredible cool and Nexias cheered accordingly, yelling out shouts of approval, before he turned as he noticed a familiar scent. Quickly spotting his prey, Nexias quickly walked over, making sure his tree friend was following close behind as he did so.
"Oi Draken, long time, no see. How have you and your little human friend been doing? Wait, is that his face, wooooooooooow, I don't think I've ever seen him with his mask off, where is it? Oh man, Draken, guesss what, i finally did it, I've been saying I would for a while, but know I've finally did it! The Chickens of the Night are active, I can't wait to send them on their next mission, as today was just a test run of their ability to cause chaos with out alterations. I can't wait for the real fun to start? Any who, are their any hatchlings you watching today Draken, as that two headed one shows real promise with her flower thing, that was really cool. Not as cool as what I plan to do, but still pretty cool."
Fox</s>
| <|message|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
I pulled myself to my feet checking my watch at to best judge how much time I had before sunset. There was no watch...not now, at least. I wanted it more than you would think. I've never owned a watch before, and the sight of my old crystalline hand with the watches still on its wrist tempted me. I didn't want to make a go for it, the fight with...whoever the monster was that still continued to terrorize the all of not my problem being one of the dumbest things I had done in a very long time; picking fights with demons was a silly uphill battle which would only cost me my newfound freedom.
Still...the other one was gone, I think? A faint sense of familiarity resonated with the now sleeping form. I wasn't about to excuse the possibility of a shape-shifter, and it was laying right next to my arm...my watches.
Ugh~
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Keepa hesitated, peeking out at the carnage the other demon was wreaking upon the armored humans. A distraction enough, he darted out in his human form; the energy still processing, too weak from the fire spell to manage anything more. Quickly, he filched the decorative wristwear, glancing to the sleeping figure with psuedo-contemptful apathy, well aware of the events of less than a minute ago. Still, having managed the last fastening of the second watch, he looked back, imagining it might not be too unseemly for someone to...
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What am I doing...he just attacked me. While I was trying to help, no less! I should just drain him dry and be done with it. Still, an answer would be nice. Attempting to do...well...anything with the figure proved fruitless as I couldn't even grasp them. I suppose my questions for the nameless ones would go unanswered. They disgusted me, being such a thorn in my side and, when it mattered, the only one of potential use reverting to such a vulnerable state.
Wasting
My
Time...
I slapped myself on my facecheeks with both hands to focus myself. 3:05 and 9:50...I shook my head lightly, doing my best to wake them as gently as reasonably possible while leaning over them. "Sir? Are you alright, sir?" I softly chirped, my expressions settling to genuine concern as I did what I could to rouse them from whatever slumber that had taken the fool. If they did not immediately wake, I would simply wash my hands of the issue.</s> |
<|description|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
Age: 24
Personality: Keepa comes off as a charismatic sweetheart, interested in others' doings and especially human culture. Kind and elegant in their tact to the point of bordering the uncanny valley with their often lack of reaction to hostility and hatred. Its suspected that this is mostly a ruse to lure in prey which ended up being defining characteristics of their personality out of instinct and habit. When threatened, Keepa shows the stark two-face of his coined behavious; violent and vindictive, determined to extinguish even the potential of ongoing threat to themselves and whatever they may care about. As a dragon, this is the sort of behavior that gives them a bad name. As a demon, such behavior classifies Keepa as 'wild', a shunned ranking of caste from his homeland which regards him as predictable as a starved, crazed dog. As a human, hes seen as a liar and a murderer. In all reality, he would rather be left alone, although his nature and physiology compels him to seek out life. He isn't bad, per se, just built poorly for the civilized world...or built perfectly for it. The judgement is mostly left to interpretation.
Magic-like Abilities
- Keepa has a refined control of life energy, mostly for the purpose of consumption and personal perseverance. The process is similar to a leech, although the rate is controllable on some levels. With a max range of about five meters and a max effectiveness with skin-contact, affected individuals feel a slight sense of exhaustion which grows from prolonged exposure (1 hour feels like 2, 2 hours feel like 5). This can be suppressed at will, although Keepa lives off of others, parasitically and the thought of stopping doesn't often occur. This can be applied to all living beings, though it functions considerably slower on plants then it does other living creatures.
= While absorbed energy is added to their mass, it is possible for Keepa to reverse-burn his own mass into a subject for the purpose of healing even nearly fatal wounds. However, this consumes a considerable amount of mass in order to 'sew' life back into the subject, piecing them back together or replacing lost flesh. Wounds healed in such ways are stained with jagged black scars that eventually fade over the course of a week to a month depending on the severity. With the mass required to heal severe wounds, Keepa may not be able to fully heal a subject without taking on considerable mass from outside sources in the process. This is a procedure which has not been often implemented and is highly inefficient.
Standing at 170cm (roughly 5'5ft), the skin of his human form has little give and has a strange porcelain smoothness to it.
Taking the appearance of an adult dragon with ink black skin with a brilliant smooth sheen as if devoid of scales. While in this form, a light black mist continuously drifts from their figure, slightly obscuring themselves if they stood still long enough.
The rippling dark mass which Keepa is made from shrinks and grows with the tide of energy they consume. In their true form, their magic is at its most powerful although the light of the sun (and other lights to a far lesser degree) burns away their mass. This is The only way the humans have found to contain Keepa, by shining spotlights on his human form day in and day out to discourage the use of this form. Fire is a functioning substitute, Keepa is otherwise highly resilient to most elemental and physical damage.
Where I am from? Hrm. That is the wrong question to ask, as I am faraid I have no feelings for that nameless land. They...had rather I left, I suppose you could say. Hmm...yes..no, I would not be here if I could be there as I am sure you understand. Heh heh~
It has been a while since I've had any company. If you don't mind me saying, it is quite hard to see you from here...ma'am? Sir! Right, my apologies. You are very quiet, and you keep it so bright. Where was I? Ah, well, starting from the beginning is what I am best at, wouldn't you agree? Hmm~? hu hu hu~!
I was once the talk of the town, a saber-slicker in their own right before being propositioned by a handsome young human. His claim was his soul against my sword, that he could strike me down and I would never again stand without even a single scratch upon his armor. Foolish as I was, so eager to eat souls that I~
Oh, come now, don't ruin the ending before it had even happened! A threat? Why, I would never stand a chance against your human engineering. Look at me now. What threat could I pose, chained to a wall in broad daylight for all to see, with only your painted white line to entertain on the off hours. You might see a line, I see a wall that divides two people. And what would I have to gain? I belong here, after all. On that, we can both agree, yes? I...deal...with your human prisoners, and in turn...well, I actually have no idea what you all get out of this.
Maybe you just like me~
I cannot entirely entertain an ideas as to why, though... *sigh*
Compliments!? Oh my, maybe today is a good day. You're nothing like the others that tried beating me or flaying me for scales I do not have. Pretty smart; pretty and smart~
Just a joke, just a joke! I only figured you would like a compliment in return. Oh, come on, don't leave!
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The subject has repeatedly insisted they be called an array of different names, all of which come with various backgrounds and variations of cooperation. They have settled on 'Keepa' now, although the staff refer to them simply as 'The Liar'
Liar was picked up on the outskirts of the Gold Village after reports of bodies found in alleys. Most were armed and considered either muggers or the like, but concern arose with the note that none of the bodies possessed significant wounds and had simply perished from apparent heart failure. Regardless of their crimes, it was official that we had a situation on our hands. Liar was later recovered in the middle of its apparent feeding on another victim, subdued with UV lights and transported to the prison before it could recombine. The Liar was held for three years before the breakout and is still considered at large. Little is known about the subject and caution is encouraged. Their whereabouts are unknown as of the moment.
Did they escape the hunters prison?: Yeeeessss?</s>
<|message|>Lynx
Lynx's eyes glistened with awe as the two headed dragon preformed her stunt. He had no idea that dragons could learn such delicate magic. He looked around to see all the dragons around him, thriving as a society. It amazed Lynx. He was extremely happy that he was able to experience this moment.
The feeling of awe turned to horror as he heard one of the dragons growl with what seemed to be anger. Lynx tensed up a little, ready to flee if he felt necessary. His attention turned to one of the very large dragons who seemed to be running this whole event. Another dragon turned to the dragon who was holding Lynx, which Lynx now knew was called Nexias, about knowing what his guests were. Lynx's anxiety levels were at a maximum, as he thought the other dragon was referring to him. He felt a surge of fear run through him. He still wasn't sure if dragons hated demons or not, but from the looks of it, it seemed as if they wanted them dead just as much as the humans did.</s>
<|message|>Draken
Draken
The black haired individual watched the young dragon's display, a much more prettier and passive approached compared to most of his other hatchlings who often tried to be bold and just as outrageous with their magic as his own. He supposed it was not a bad thing however, Damia was still quite a young dragon and pretty flowers could have thorns. Her magic simply didn't quite grow them just yet. But still impressive enough he supposed. If used aggressively, she might not do so bad.
At Ezekiel's question, the Dragon God simply chuckled. "One of my youngest offspring. Damia I believe her mother named. I admit, she doesn't have quite the force as the others, but having the only one to have grace with their magic. Especially for a two headed dragon." he mused before turning his head as a familiar scent drifted in his nose and a voice called out.
Glancing his red eyes to the approaching figure, a amused smirk crossed the elder's lips as he saw the dragon Nexias. Who eagerly spoke to him in the usual fast crazy manor. Of course, dragging along demons. Nexias was a odd individual, perhaps just like Draken but in a slightly different way. But that's what made it fun really. Their magic was also not quite so different if one thought about it, which was perhaps why they got along well. That and both enjoyed driving just about everyone else insane.
"Awe Nex, it indeed has been a long time. We have been well, though some hatchlings decided to swipe Ezekiel's mask. It's been a long time since he's been without it." he mused before smirking a little at the chicken comment.
"Excellent, Nex, I knew you could accomplish such a feet. Those under the chaos of the Chickens of the Night shall never know what shall befall them." he chuckled with a hum before glancing back to the young green dragon. "Awe yes, I believe that one there is the youngest, last child aged dragon of my hatchlings. She's a bit more passive and graceful compared to the others more destructive power, but she's still young and her magic can prove promising with time." he said before looking to the demons.
"I see you're enjoying bringing in new creatures with you." Draken mused before listening to a growl come from the three headed elder.
As the elders spoke, Draken simply smirked in amusement, obviously showing very little to no worry upon his calm mischievous expression.
"Oh do show control of your temper dear elder. Wouldn't want be called going senile now would you? The poor hatchlings have worked so hard to show you what you got, the least you could do is pay attention rather than worrying about little flies." Draken mused with a smirk before looking to Nexias.
"If your plan was to annoy the Great Grandparents, I quite approve." he chuckled to the younger dragon.
Damia
The two-headed dragon shifted uncomfortably as she listened and watched the elders carefully discussing. Her long body shifting side to side as if to to slightly pace in place. Nervous about if she would make it or not or if she did well enough. She trained extra hard after hearing Draken was here and she wanted to do her best. It was a lot of pressure on her and being one of his hatchlings.
As the final verdict was given, the two headed dragon brightened as she was declared a teen. Both heads chirping and flapping the wings excitedly as she flew in circles.
"Yes yes yes yes!" the left head cheered joyfully.
"Hah! I knew I could do it! No sweat!" the right head smirked more confidently.
"Oh shush! No need to brag so much! We were soooo nervous!" the left head spoke before both head bowed a little to the elders before fluttering out from the clearing, spinning and flying in twists and circles energetically.
"Thank you Chu!" Both heads chirped as they flew over the earth dragon.
Aster
Aster blushed a little as the earth dragon wrapped a arm around him and kissed his cheek. Ever since they had returned, the earth dragon had been... Quite lovey Davey as Myrtle would put it. More so than the regular flirting he usually did. Despite how easily flustered he got, Aster found that he didn't really mind it. Even though he called Chu a idiot for coming into the Hunters Guild to rescue him after trying to keep him safe, it felt nice that someone would come from him. Expecting the same abandonment he felt as a hatchling.
When Chu mentioned Damia, Aster smiled as he watched the child dragon perform. "Yeah she's been working hard so I'm sure she will do fine." he said before blushing deeper as Chu asked what to do and the dual magic dragon shrugged a little. "U-Um.. A walk through the forest doesn't sound so bad." he answered, his face reddening deeper at the nuzzles before Damia finished and passed, then he started pausing as a elder started growling.
At Chu's suggestion on leaving, Aster nodded in agreement. "Sounds good to me." he answered before lightly kissing the earth dragon on the cheek briefly before darting off ahead of him towards the forest.</s>
| <|message|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
The shells of Keepa's eyes rotated inwards, slightly as the watched the figure come about themselves. They went about explaining themselves, an expression which settled with the demon in a strange way. Fluctuating their brows to express hesitant concern, Keepa lifted his hands to the figure's shoulder region before pulling back, remembering the...not which was the figure who showed no reminisce of a pulse of any sort. So detached, there was nothing for Keepa to cling to. The lack of sensation left a bad taste in his mouth.
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"My, that sounds like an unfortunate hand you've been delt" I say with a small chuckling inflection, relieved that what, or from what he said, 'who', was at least in control of themselves. "Thankfully none of the damage...ehh" I started, unsure how to reassure him in regards to the damage he'd done. So much damage had been done with the needless outbursts of the demons; the loss calculated in both blood and gold...there would be so much sadness caused by today's events and for what?
"Well, I suppose its best not to dwell on what you couldn't control. If only others were as fortunate as to have the ability to simply come back. Hm~" My words coming with genuine disappointment as I broke character, seeing no reason to deceive something I couldn't make a gain from. His comment on the other demon reminded me of the situation. I was weaker then when I had started, thanks to the flames. In that, there were many reasons to hate my new associate...and the numbers seemed to stack up by the minute.
3:05 and 9:50...9:51. I have to remember to synchronize the hands.
"We should" I muse as I turn to trot back down the ally I had hid in, checking my clothes to make sure they had reformed the way I liked them, even down to the slight heel of the boots which echoed light clicks with each step.
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Emerging from the other side, Keepa was almost run over by a guard who was running in the direction of the event. "Oh! I'm sorry, ma'am. You should get to safety! There are reports of a demon in the vicinity!" he says in urgency, looking down the street as the sounds of screams of his fellow soldiers robbed him of the last of his resolve. He turned back to Keepa, "Uhh, let me get you to the garrison, it'll be safe there" taking their arm and starting to drag them off down the street. "I- I should be fine, sir. I-" Keepa tried to explain, looking back at their nameless friend with a 'what do I do?' expression. The guard hadn't even noticed Azous, more concerned about finding an excuse to not be slaughtered like the rest.</s> |
<|description|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
Age: 24
Personality: Keepa comes off as a charismatic sweetheart, interested in others' doings and especially human culture. Kind and elegant in their tact to the point of bordering the uncanny valley with their often lack of reaction to hostility and hatred. Its suspected that this is mostly a ruse to lure in prey which ended up being defining characteristics of their personality out of instinct and habit. When threatened, Keepa shows the stark two-face of his coined behavious; violent and vindictive, determined to extinguish even the potential of ongoing threat to themselves and whatever they may care about. As a dragon, this is the sort of behavior that gives them a bad name. As a demon, such behavior classifies Keepa as 'wild', a shunned ranking of caste from his homeland which regards him as predictable as a starved, crazed dog. As a human, hes seen as a liar and a murderer. In all reality, he would rather be left alone, although his nature and physiology compels him to seek out life. He isn't bad, per se, just built poorly for the civilized world...or built perfectly for it. The judgement is mostly left to interpretation.
Magic-like Abilities
- Keepa has a refined control of life energy, mostly for the purpose of consumption and personal perseverance. The process is similar to a leech, although the rate is controllable on some levels. With a max range of about five meters and a max effectiveness with skin-contact, affected individuals feel a slight sense of exhaustion which grows from prolonged exposure (1 hour feels like 2, 2 hours feel like 5). This can be suppressed at will, although Keepa lives off of others, parasitically and the thought of stopping doesn't often occur. This can be applied to all living beings, though it functions considerably slower on plants then it does other living creatures.
= While absorbed energy is added to their mass, it is possible for Keepa to reverse-burn his own mass into a subject for the purpose of healing even nearly fatal wounds. However, this consumes a considerable amount of mass in order to 'sew' life back into the subject, piecing them back together or replacing lost flesh. Wounds healed in such ways are stained with jagged black scars that eventually fade over the course of a week to a month depending on the severity. With the mass required to heal severe wounds, Keepa may not be able to fully heal a subject without taking on considerable mass from outside sources in the process. This is a procedure which has not been often implemented and is highly inefficient.
Standing at 170cm (roughly 5'5ft), the skin of his human form has little give and has a strange porcelain smoothness to it.
Taking the appearance of an adult dragon with ink black skin with a brilliant smooth sheen as if devoid of scales. While in this form, a light black mist continuously drifts from their figure, slightly obscuring themselves if they stood still long enough.
The rippling dark mass which Keepa is made from shrinks and grows with the tide of energy they consume. In their true form, their magic is at its most powerful although the light of the sun (and other lights to a far lesser degree) burns away their mass. This is The only way the humans have found to contain Keepa, by shining spotlights on his human form day in and day out to discourage the use of this form. Fire is a functioning substitute, Keepa is otherwise highly resilient to most elemental and physical damage.
Where I am from? Hrm. That is the wrong question to ask, as I am faraid I have no feelings for that nameless land. They...had rather I left, I suppose you could say. Hmm...yes..no, I would not be here if I could be there as I am sure you understand. Heh heh~
It has been a while since I've had any company. If you don't mind me saying, it is quite hard to see you from here...ma'am? Sir! Right, my apologies. You are very quiet, and you keep it so bright. Where was I? Ah, well, starting from the beginning is what I am best at, wouldn't you agree? Hmm~? hu hu hu~!
I was once the talk of the town, a saber-slicker in their own right before being propositioned by a handsome young human. His claim was his soul against my sword, that he could strike me down and I would never again stand without even a single scratch upon his armor. Foolish as I was, so eager to eat souls that I~
Oh, come now, don't ruin the ending before it had even happened! A threat? Why, I would never stand a chance against your human engineering. Look at me now. What threat could I pose, chained to a wall in broad daylight for all to see, with only your painted white line to entertain on the off hours. You might see a line, I see a wall that divides two people. And what would I have to gain? I belong here, after all. On that, we can both agree, yes? I...deal...with your human prisoners, and in turn...well, I actually have no idea what you all get out of this.
Maybe you just like me~
I cannot entirely entertain an ideas as to why, though... *sigh*
Compliments!? Oh my, maybe today is a good day. You're nothing like the others that tried beating me or flaying me for scales I do not have. Pretty smart; pretty and smart~
Just a joke, just a joke! I only figured you would like a compliment in return. Oh, come on, don't leave!
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The subject has repeatedly insisted they be called an array of different names, all of which come with various backgrounds and variations of cooperation. They have settled on 'Keepa' now, although the staff refer to them simply as 'The Liar'
Liar was picked up on the outskirts of the Gold Village after reports of bodies found in alleys. Most were armed and considered either muggers or the like, but concern arose with the note that none of the bodies possessed significant wounds and had simply perished from apparent heart failure. Regardless of their crimes, it was official that we had a situation on our hands. Liar was later recovered in the middle of its apparent feeding on another victim, subdued with UV lights and transported to the prison before it could recombine. The Liar was held for three years before the breakout and is still considered at large. Little is known about the subject and caution is encouraged. Their whereabouts are unknown as of the moment.
Did they escape the hunters prison?: Yeeeessss?</s>
<|message|>Ezekiel Verdirosi
Ezekiel
She was one of his children? He wasn't even aware the god had any. It made sense for a 2,000 year old dragon to have children, but it was a topic previously never brought up, and Ezekiel never thought about it. Draken didn't sound too impressed with her performance, but his comment still held an overall positive tone. "I think it shows nice potential." It didn't hold the same power to influence as Draken's did, but it definitely held other uses.
It wasn't surprising to hear Draken instigating something of an argument. While he knew when to stop, he always wanted to have the last word. Nexias, however, seemed to really want the last word. Before Ezekiel could fully figure out what the dragon was doing, he heard something. He looked up to Draken, curious, did he say something? But one voice turned to ten, and the ten continued to grow further. Someone was talking, but so were a thousand others, all trying to command his attention. He doubled over, running his fingers through his hair, muttering in a futile attempt to drown out the whispering.
Coming back to his senses, Ezekiel slowly straightened his posture, letting out an uncharacteristically nervous laugh. If nothing else, it was good to know exactly what other dragons were capable of. "Is...Is everything alright, my Lord?" He wasn't exactly sure why he was asking that question. Maybe it was to get his bearings, or maybe to make sure that he himself was still there. Most likely a mix of both. The elders were still addressing Nexias, so it couldn't have lasted that long. He sighed, leaning against his god once more.</s>
<|message|>Draken
Draken
The older dragon listened to Nexias yammer on, seeming quite surprised Damian was one of his hatchlings. It wasn't too surprising considering she was very different from himself.
"Mhmm yes, but our magic shares one thing of common. Ability to cause either pleasant feelings or torment. Mind is just on a mental scale while hers is more physical." he mused as he noted Damia's ability to create a pleasant scent and also a foul one. While he could make dreams or nightmares. It made him a little curious what her magic would grow into as she matured.
As the insanity dragon rattled off on having his own possible children, the older dragon chuckled in amusement. Having a lot of mini Nexias's? Everyone would probably go completely insane. That would indeed be a wonderful sight and of course the elder would encourage it. Though before he could say anything, Nexias grew angry, releasing some of his magical power and causing those around him to experience the magic. Draken rolled his Crimson eyes before looking to the human who was having issues dealing with the magic.
Lightly, Draken brushed a hand through the white hair, black mist forming around it and seeping into the boy's mind. Ezekiel would feel a calming sensation, and Nexias's magic nullified as Draken's magic overpowered it to ease the human. Listening to the boy's words, the Dragon God chuckled softly.
"It's fine, Nex does things like this all the time. To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if he was unknowingly hatchling of mine or related. Always causing trouble. He gets more carried away though. I should probably scold him for doing such a thing with you hear, but I can help with that. It wouldn't be alright if I wasn't present however. Your mind would of probably exploded." he mused as he mildly listened to the conversation between Nexias and Great Grandparents. The poor child dragon having fled in terror.
Still as the human leaned against him, the black haired compacted form dragon held the priest closer. Lightly petting the white hair before looking to Nexias with a slight amused smirk as Mirazan's questioned on the names before looking to Ezekiel with a grin.
"Well since dear Nex scared off the last hatchling, is there anything you would like to do now Ezzy?" he chirped, obviously calmer then the rest of the dragons around that were a bit riled up by the demons and Nexias.
Damia
The newly made teen was flying in circles in the hair, happily chatting with some other young dragons who passed as well. Though soon paused as there was a ruckus in the clearing with the elders and Nexias. Both heads tilted to the sides a little she flew a little closer to hear what was being said. Looking to the odd looking creatures, she blinked a little more.
"What are they?" the left head asked.
"They smell funny." the right head snorted a little.
"Maybe they are friendly?" the left head suggested.
"Or maybe they want to eat eggs? Or as weird and insane as Nexias." The right countered.
"Nexias is a funny dragon though." the left said.
Pondering for a moment, the dragon looked to see what seemed to be Draken. And seemed unsure if she should speak to him or not. A bit nervous and unsure if she managed to impress him enough to earn his attention.
"Let's go and talk!" the right head said confidently.
"But he may not like me." the left said softly.
Aster
Shyly taking the offered hand and blushed at the flirting, Aster walked with the Earth dragon, glancing back as the commotion only got worse. Glancing to Chu at his words, Aster smiled softly and nodded in agreement. Nexias was always such a strange dragon, hard to understand really.
"Yeah, but at least you don't cause that much trouble." the red haired man chuckled, shifting a little as Chu wrapped a arm around him, but leaned into him slightly.
At the question, the dual element dragon sighed softly and nodded. "Yeah, she's a very energetic human. She makes me feel like a elder. She's been eagerly studying everything there is about us and even sketching dragons. Even had me posing for one. Even drew Draken. Paper might be a good gift, she's probably running out soon." he answered with a soft amused smile before looking to Chu and lightly ruffling the brown hair.
"How about you? Been able to handle all the hatchlings in the nursery? A lot of the babies who turned into a child have been more energetic." he chuckled.</s>
| <|message|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
Keepa narrowed their eyes at the apathetic demon before digging their heels in. They were light and unable to put up much of a fight, but enough to make the guard stop. "What are-" he started as the demon hopped on one leg, pulling the guard in and gripping his shoulder with their free arm. Pulling them down as they fell, there was an audible 'crack' from their face being mashed into Keepa's exposed knee, just above the ridge of their boot. A small chip of Keepa's flesh clinked to the ground as well as away from their other knee which soaked the brunt of the cobblestone, knocking the guard out cold.
They held their arms out to the side in a passive shrug style, letting the man slump to the ground before standing and patting down their clothes. "So, what do you do?" They asked, making the motion of dusting their palms which sent a few sparks noisily from the contact. The question was in regards to Azous' comment about different forms and their purposes; Keepa being 'interested' in what this form was supposed to accomplish. He wasn't one for getting his hands dirty, and had seen ten times the action today than they had over the course of the last few months...
Well, that wasn't saying much, but still...</s> |
<|description|>Jeonbae
Dragon age: Grandfather/Grandpa
Age from hatching: 433
Gender: Male
Magic: Jeonbae can create as well as control lightning and lightning strikes and arcs. Because of this, he is one of the only dragons able to fly in a thunderstorm without getting struck by lightning. During a thunderstorm, or if one is nearby, he can call down a lightning bolt at will at any place within a few kilometers of where he is. If a thunderstorm isn't around, he can create lightning but it wouldn't be as strong as normal. In addition, with some effort, he can control electrical pulses of the nervous system within humans and some dragons, but only while in contact with them. As well as being able to control thunderclouds, he can, in a way, look through nearby thunderclouds and gain a hazy, bird's-eye view on the world below. However, it is difficult for him to control the way electricity travels in water and thus may be able to electrocute himself in some situations, albeit without much harm. An unusual aspect about his powers is that Jeonbae has learned to control it in some situations by humming.
Dragon looks:
Compact looks:
His arms are covered in white fur similar to his dragon form, as well as a plate of hard bone and long fingernails, usually covered by his sleeves, as well as a pair of two small, almost unnoticeable horns often covered by a hat or bandana on his head. His eyes are purple with slitted pupils similar to cat's eyes, so he often wears dark glasses. Is often seen carrying a worn wooden staff.
Personality: Jeonbae is friendly around almost everyone, often contributing to whatever people might be talking about. In front of most people, he laughs a lot and tends to joke sometimes, and is supportive. However, he can be very analytical and even critical sometimes, noticing faults in someone, but usually chooses to overlook them and be accepting of what they are. He's a quick thinker, making him good in arguments and debates against others. While he is able to forgive others, he can hold negative feelings for a long time but normally can let go after some time. It may be hard to gain his trust, but if you can, he can be the most loyal dragon you can know. He can also get excited about sometimes superficial things in a childish way, especially rare items. When asked nicely to do something within reason, he is obliging, but he hates people who are clingy. So much.
Background: Jeonbae was born in a small clutch of eggs in the middle of a large, flat plain, only three including himself. Despite what often happens, the three dragons bonded together well, forming a friendship that would last for a long time. His parents often lived outside the nearby tribe, preferring the open space of the fields. However, unbeknownst to the family, hunters had started scouting the area. One day, a group happened upon the family, and notified everyone else. Thankfully, they escaped before the hunting party could come to kill the dragons. The family moved into the tribe permanently after that. For a while, he was a bit of an outcast because he was born outside. To others, it didn't look like he minded too much, but it hurt him a little. Later, when Jeonbae became a teen at post-hatching age 50, he became interested the tribe's economy and trading. Soon enough, he was contributing to the small economy that existed between dragon tribes. For a long time he would ferry goods between tribes, often spending years away from his home. One day, when he was flying between two tribes that were a little far apart, he was spotted and targeted by a human city on the ground below. Unfortunately, he was hit by one of the city's war machines, and forced to land rather close to the city. The humans captured him out of fear of retribution, and for several months he was jailed, unable to escape. During his time there, he managed to glean a little of human trading culture and became immensely interested in the possibility of trading between the tribes and the humans. Eventually he managed to escape and run back to the tribe he was supposed to go to. He was treated for lasting wounds, but he never told anyone about his new dream. When he returned to his home tribe after a long time, he requested permission from the GreatGrandmother of the tribe if he could trade some goods between dragons and humans. She reluctantly agreed, but under the condition that it's secret. For another hundred and fifty years, he's been trading with human cities around the area, sometimes branching out to the north or south, returning to the tribe once or twice every few years. When he passed the age test to become a Grandpa, he was required to stay around his home-tribe in order to protect it and fulfill. However, by then he had amassed a decent fortune in goods, and has continued to trade with cities close by. As well as trading, he has made sure to report of any plans the human cities had against the dragon tribes to the GreatGrandmother.
Name: Ocotlantli (or just Ocotl for short)
Age: 356 (since capture)
Personality:
Largely neutral towards humans, but even though he was captured he is able to recognize that only some dislike him and will treat them kindly. Ocotl speaks slowly and carefully, if he speaks at all, which is rarely. However, he moves quickly and sharply, often being impulsive in movement only, despite his normally meditative nature. He attempts to avoid conflict whenever possible, but his cold personality can sometimes rub people the wrong way, and he ends up having to fight. Surprisingly, he has a rather dark sense of humor, even though he has almost never made a joke. He enjoys the company of other creatures, and doesn't mind being the center of attention. He'll make silent suggestions about where to go, but prefers to stay out of human affairs. Ocotl is helpful to a fault, often never hesitating to assist any sort of creature without questioning it, sometimes landing him into trouble or danger. He values kindness in a companion, and if you can convince him of it, he will be loyal to you for a long time.
Looks:
He can take almost any tree-like humanoid form he wishes, different colored leaves, different types of leaves, patterned bark, hanging fruits (sometimes edible), as well as height to a certain degree.
However, he cannot discard or change his form at will once it has been made, unless it is destroyed or burned, at which point his spirit can inhabit a tree and create a new form using its energy, but destroying the tree in the process. The older or larger the tree, the more powerful he is in physical strength. The form does not naturally decompose, as it is technically alive. If he does not regain a form quickly after having his previous one destroyed, his spirit will be easy to capture, or it will eventually dissipate and he will die.
Background Ocotlantli was created by an eccentric but very skilled Great-Grandfather Dragon many years ago with incredible power over nature in order to serve as a bodyguard and protector for him. Existing as a spirit of nature, and freely able to change forms within nature at will. Eventually, he was captured and forced into a tree, the dragon bending and shaping the tree to look like a human. He was very violent at first, the Dragon often having to restrain him using his magic. The Dragon treated him with the utmost kindness, and in time Ocotl calmed down, growing kind and loyal like his master. Over several years, the Dragon created two more creatures like Ocotl, named Ocotlihuian, and Ocotlipaquil.
One day, the Dragon was set upon by a massive group of hunters, having been tipped off by a local village. They managed to surprise the Dragon, but the three warriors rushed to his aid. The battle lasted for several hours, and Ocotlihuian and Ocotlipaquil were overwhelmed by the hunters sheer force, their forms burnt to ash. Ocotlantli managed to stay strong for longer, but he too was burned up, and his master killed after the long battle, his power depleted from the long battle. Unable to stay as a spirit, he consumed a tree and created a new form for himself using it. With Ocotlihuian's and Ocotlipaquil's whereabouts unknown, and the Dragon defeated, he wandered forests and landscapes, exploring human society. However, he quickly learned that his presence was feared, and often had to take new forms, as he did not understand that humans did not like him, and got burned up.
While on the outskirts of a small town one day, a young woman found him, and fearful, went to go tell the town's marshal. Just as she was about to run away, she stopped, and went back to him, becoming friends with him. After spending several weeks being friends with the woman, spending afternoons talking with her and learning about the human world, she introduced him to the townspeople. They were scared and angry at first at his strange appearance, but after some convincing by the girl, they accepted him and even started being kind to him, like the Dragon did so many years ago, realizing that humans aren't so bad after all. Some villagers taught him basic combat, and he became skilled with the sword and quarterstaff very quickly, but he ultimately disliked using them. He left the village many years ago, but still visits sometimes, preferring to wander the forests, hills, and mountains instead and discover as many new things about the human and dragon world as possible.
He had recently been captured by the Hunter's Guild, his personality being ideal for a servant or laborer, about four months prior to now.</s>
<|message|>Syrilth
Syrilth, after listening to the dragons' conversation, now knew what had happened. She nodded to the human girl who had bowed to her, a grin visible on her face. She thought it was nice to see a human who didn't get scared right away from seeing a dragon, even though she figured the girl was used to seeing them anyway. She then looked around the shop she entered. The inside wasn't really familiar, but from the outside it was, having passed by it many times. Syrilth figured she hadn't visited the shop in quite a while. She turned to the crystal dragon, whom she figured was the shopkeeper, and found herself straining her neck to look up at the dragon. Thus she transformed to her dragon form, a black-scaled dragon with white fur on its top side.
"May I ask of what you have in store?" Syrilth questioned the crystal dragon.</s>
<|message|>Abraxas, "Man's Bane"
Abraxas finished the last truck with impunity, picking it up and throwing it into a nearby building. The resulting explosion shook the area causing yet another fire to spring up as the carcass of the building crumbled in on itself. He stood still, breathing heavily as his actions had drained him down greatly but it had seemed the all life in the market was either dead, or unnatural and this pleased him. The fires of the area were choking the sky with a thick smoke, now most likely visible for miles around the area. The pervasive powers given off seemed to warp the area slightly, as many of the areas touched by the demons had started to show signs of corruption and decay. Such was the power that some gave off it effected the very area that they were in, and this area looked now somewhat alien. Abraxas then picked up a dead human guard and started to eat. He needed to regain his strength for whatever would come next, for he had no idea what this place was capable of and he had not yet seen any hunters. Something was amiss and he would have his guard on high alert, that was for sure.</s>
| <|message|>Jeonbae
The tree demon was disinterested in whatever the dragons in front of him had to say. He had tried to pay attention to their conversation, but it never felt like the right time to say anything. Nexias, the black dragon, talked a lot.
He seems protective, but very talkative and chaotic. I'm beginning to dislike him even more, Ocotl thought to himself. He didn't like people who talked a lot, but he was willing to tolerate them.
He peered beyond Nexias' form to see some kind of ceremony going on. Dragons of different shapes and sizes produced unusual magic displays, or fought courageously against other dragons like them. Elements flew back and forth, during the ceremonies, lighting up the large, open space of the ceremony grounds. He looked back at the group gathered near him, joints creaking slightly again.
The group was larger now, other dragons having joined the motley crew, seemingly friends of Nexias. A dragon, taking the form of a small, blonde-haired child, was one of the newcomers. A bright light seemed to radiate from her, and Ocotl could tell that she was very powerful. There was almost a hum of energy around her, the air slightly distorting like a mirage. She was somehow familiar, but if he had known her, it was from many years ago, back when his Master was still alive. She did not seem to act with a child either, acting with a decisiveness only reserved for those of old age. She would probably be the most powerful one here, he thought to himself. And the oldest. Nexias had a dangerous look on him again, talking to the child-form dragon.
"See, that's all I wanted, and as for their names. I honestly have no idea, hell, I didn't even know that the cat wasn't a cat..." he said, rambling on about something or another, getting excited later as he went on. Ocotl blinked slowly, waiting for him to finish speaking. He realized that he hadn't said his name or even introduced himself, and regardless Nexias had somehow trusted him. Maybe he would be a good ally to have after all... Ocotl thought to himself.
"I apologize for not having introduced myself," Ocotl rumbled, addressing the group, his black eyes twinkling. "I go by Ocotlantli, but you may call be Ocotl. I do not wish to harm anyone, I am merely looking for something." He glanced at the cat. He would have some explaining to do, most likely, for nobody knew his name.
He looked at the blonde-haired dragon, humming briefly.
"Did you happen to know of a Dragon, like you, very gifted in the ways of nature?", he asked her. "I have been trying to find his home-place. One as long-lived as you may know, yes?"</s> |
<|description|>Jeonbae
Dragon age: Grandfather/Grandpa
Age from hatching: 433
Gender: Male
Magic: Jeonbae can create as well as control lightning and lightning strikes and arcs. Because of this, he is one of the only dragons able to fly in a thunderstorm without getting struck by lightning. During a thunderstorm, or if one is nearby, he can call down a lightning bolt at will at any place within a few kilometers of where he is. If a thunderstorm isn't around, he can create lightning but it wouldn't be as strong as normal. In addition, with some effort, he can control electrical pulses of the nervous system within humans and some dragons, but only while in contact with them. As well as being able to control thunderclouds, he can, in a way, look through nearby thunderclouds and gain a hazy, bird's-eye view on the world below. However, it is difficult for him to control the way electricity travels in water and thus may be able to electrocute himself in some situations, albeit without much harm. An unusual aspect about his powers is that Jeonbae has learned to control it in some situations by humming.
Dragon looks:
Compact looks:
His arms are covered in white fur similar to his dragon form, as well as a plate of hard bone and long fingernails, usually covered by his sleeves, as well as a pair of two small, almost unnoticeable horns often covered by a hat or bandana on his head. His eyes are purple with slitted pupils similar to cat's eyes, so he often wears dark glasses. Is often seen carrying a worn wooden staff.
Personality: Jeonbae is friendly around almost everyone, often contributing to whatever people might be talking about. In front of most people, he laughs a lot and tends to joke sometimes, and is supportive. However, he can be very analytical and even critical sometimes, noticing faults in someone, but usually chooses to overlook them and be accepting of what they are. He's a quick thinker, making him good in arguments and debates against others. While he is able to forgive others, he can hold negative feelings for a long time but normally can let go after some time. It may be hard to gain his trust, but if you can, he can be the most loyal dragon you can know. He can also get excited about sometimes superficial things in a childish way, especially rare items. When asked nicely to do something within reason, he is obliging, but he hates people who are clingy. So much.
Background: Jeonbae was born in a small clutch of eggs in the middle of a large, flat plain, only three including himself. Despite what often happens, the three dragons bonded together well, forming a friendship that would last for a long time. His parents often lived outside the nearby tribe, preferring the open space of the fields. However, unbeknownst to the family, hunters had started scouting the area. One day, a group happened upon the family, and notified everyone else. Thankfully, they escaped before the hunting party could come to kill the dragons. The family moved into the tribe permanently after that. For a while, he was a bit of an outcast because he was born outside. To others, it didn't look like he minded too much, but it hurt him a little. Later, when Jeonbae became a teen at post-hatching age 50, he became interested the tribe's economy and trading. Soon enough, he was contributing to the small economy that existed between dragon tribes. For a long time he would ferry goods between tribes, often spending years away from his home. One day, when he was flying between two tribes that were a little far apart, he was spotted and targeted by a human city on the ground below. Unfortunately, he was hit by one of the city's war machines, and forced to land rather close to the city. The humans captured him out of fear of retribution, and for several months he was jailed, unable to escape. During his time there, he managed to glean a little of human trading culture and became immensely interested in the possibility of trading between the tribes and the humans. Eventually he managed to escape and run back to the tribe he was supposed to go to. He was treated for lasting wounds, but he never told anyone about his new dream. When he returned to his home tribe after a long time, he requested permission from the GreatGrandmother of the tribe if he could trade some goods between dragons and humans. She reluctantly agreed, but under the condition that it's secret. For another hundred and fifty years, he's been trading with human cities around the area, sometimes branching out to the north or south, returning to the tribe once or twice every few years. When he passed the age test to become a Grandpa, he was required to stay around his home-tribe in order to protect it and fulfill. However, by then he had amassed a decent fortune in goods, and has continued to trade with cities close by. As well as trading, he has made sure to report of any plans the human cities had against the dragon tribes to the GreatGrandmother.
Name: Ocotlantli (or just Ocotl for short)
Age: 356 (since capture)
Personality:
Largely neutral towards humans, but even though he was captured he is able to recognize that only some dislike him and will treat them kindly. Ocotl speaks slowly and carefully, if he speaks at all, which is rarely. However, he moves quickly and sharply, often being impulsive in movement only, despite his normally meditative nature. He attempts to avoid conflict whenever possible, but his cold personality can sometimes rub people the wrong way, and he ends up having to fight. Surprisingly, he has a rather dark sense of humor, even though he has almost never made a joke. He enjoys the company of other creatures, and doesn't mind being the center of attention. He'll make silent suggestions about where to go, but prefers to stay out of human affairs. Ocotl is helpful to a fault, often never hesitating to assist any sort of creature without questioning it, sometimes landing him into trouble or danger. He values kindness in a companion, and if you can convince him of it, he will be loyal to you for a long time.
Looks:
He can take almost any tree-like humanoid form he wishes, different colored leaves, different types of leaves, patterned bark, hanging fruits (sometimes edible), as well as height to a certain degree.
However, he cannot discard or change his form at will once it has been made, unless it is destroyed or burned, at which point his spirit can inhabit a tree and create a new form using its energy, but destroying the tree in the process. The older or larger the tree, the more powerful he is in physical strength. The form does not naturally decompose, as it is technically alive. If he does not regain a form quickly after having his previous one destroyed, his spirit will be easy to capture, or it will eventually dissipate and he will die.
Background Ocotlantli was created by an eccentric but very skilled Great-Grandfather Dragon many years ago with incredible power over nature in order to serve as a bodyguard and protector for him. Existing as a spirit of nature, and freely able to change forms within nature at will. Eventually, he was captured and forced into a tree, the dragon bending and shaping the tree to look like a human. He was very violent at first, the Dragon often having to restrain him using his magic. The Dragon treated him with the utmost kindness, and in time Ocotl calmed down, growing kind and loyal like his master. Over several years, the Dragon created two more creatures like Ocotl, named Ocotlihuian, and Ocotlipaquil.
One day, the Dragon was set upon by a massive group of hunters, having been tipped off by a local village. They managed to surprise the Dragon, but the three warriors rushed to his aid. The battle lasted for several hours, and Ocotlihuian and Ocotlipaquil were overwhelmed by the hunters sheer force, their forms burnt to ash. Ocotlantli managed to stay strong for longer, but he too was burned up, and his master killed after the long battle, his power depleted from the long battle. Unable to stay as a spirit, he consumed a tree and created a new form for himself using it. With Ocotlihuian's and Ocotlipaquil's whereabouts unknown, and the Dragon defeated, he wandered forests and landscapes, exploring human society. However, he quickly learned that his presence was feared, and often had to take new forms, as he did not understand that humans did not like him, and got burned up.
While on the outskirts of a small town one day, a young woman found him, and fearful, went to go tell the town's marshal. Just as she was about to run away, she stopped, and went back to him, becoming friends with him. After spending several weeks being friends with the woman, spending afternoons talking with her and learning about the human world, she introduced him to the townspeople. They were scared and angry at first at his strange appearance, but after some convincing by the girl, they accepted him and even started being kind to him, like the Dragon did so many years ago, realizing that humans aren't so bad after all. Some villagers taught him basic combat, and he became skilled with the sword and quarterstaff very quickly, but he ultimately disliked using them. He left the village many years ago, but still visits sometimes, preferring to wander the forests, hills, and mountains instead and discover as many new things about the human and dragon world as possible.
He had recently been captured by the Hunter's Guild, his personality being ideal for a servant or laborer, about four months prior to now.</s>
<|message|>Lucatiel
Lucatiel
"Well for each dragon the views could be different. Unfortunately I'm afraid I may not be the best advocate to tell my views for I can not see," Lucatiel joked ",So my view of the world is a rather blurry dark place." She went about rearranging several figures with relative ease even with her disability.
"I guess you could say rather then view I sense the world and I view it as a place that needs to be nurtured rather then have we dragons quarreling with those humans who hate us or else the only thing left with be gray crags and burnt trees. We should strive for some means of peace though after all these centuries it would seem that is impossible. But what do you think then Momo, after all you have as much of a view as any human or dragon does what do you view of the world?"</s>
<|message|>Ezekiel Verdirosi
Ezekiel
Ezekiel nodded at his lord's words, following along. He was glad to leave the area. If there was one thing he didn't need, it was being in the middle of that mess. As the two left, he heard things only getting worse, flinching as a sudden sound of a lightning bolt came down.
It was good to see Damia take initiative to approach her father. It was a step in the right direction, at least. The poor dragon couldn't have a thought to herself, could she? It must have been frustrating, dealing with polar opposites. As the teen went on talking to Draken, it seemed like it could have devolved into a conversation between the two heads if her attention wasn't brought to himself. He glanced up at the elder, trying to guess his reaction to Damia. He generally went much easier on children than adults, but he was also a harsh critic compared to many other dragons.
Despite himself, Ezekiel found himself mildly amused at the young dragon. "Thank you." It was always a surprise to hear dragons using his full name. It was so natural for many dragons to simply pick up the name Draken used for him, but hearing his actual name from Damia was welcome. "It's quite alright." He grinned, looking at the right head. Compared to other dragons he had encountered in his time, it was nice to hear she wouldn't eat him. Not that it was such a big issue anyway, between the assurances of the elders to his lord's own protection. But courteous dragons were always better to talk to.
Trying to start a conversation, he realized it was more complicated than he had initially thought. Which head should he address? Should they be treated as separate entities, or still one whole? If nothing else, the left head seemed more polite. Even if she lacked the confidence of her other head, it made her less likely to aggrandize herself. "Damia, yes? It's lovely to meet you."</s>
| <|message|>Jeonbae
Ocotl gazed in wonder at the dragons fighting up ahead, hardly noticing the fallen tree close by them.
"He isn't taking good care of his guest," Mirazan muttered, picking up the cat with a tentacle made out of light. He glanced over to her small form, blinking slowly.
"What do you two eat? Fruits? fish? Light soil and water?" she asked, leading them to a secluded waterfall with a small lake. Fires and flares from dragons fighting or having fun lit up the night sky near them, creating a sort of twilight closer to the center of the village. Fireflies danced around the deep blue water in the dusky light, blinking sluggishly. The din of cicadas and the occasional animal cries filled the air around the village. A cool breeze was blowing through the trees, the leaves rustling peacefully.
"I am originally a forest spirit, and we draw upon the forces of nature to power us," Ocotl explained, turning back to Mirazan, who was looking at him suspiciously, holding the cat in her arms. The same ethereal light radiated off of her still. "However, being constrained to this form, I have been given human thought, but human limitations."
"There are some things I can do," he said, raising his hand and bringing up a swath of knotty branches from the ground near them. He clenched his fist and the branches wilted and crumbled, descending back into the ground.
"But a forest spirit embodies nature itself. My power is but a fraction of what it was, but even if I were to regain it, I would harbor no ill will towards human nor dragon."
"Do you resent your... master's acts towards you?" Mirazan asked, blue eyes twinkling. "He did capture you after all."
"No, not at all. He was incredibly kind to me while he was alive, but I wish to know more about him," Ocotl explained, sighing. "He seldom told us anything."
Mirazan hummed slightly, looking at Ocotl out of the corner of her eye. "Like we said before, we do not remember any such dragon around these parts. You may have to take your search elsewhere, but we will not let you leave if you pose a threat to dragon-kind."
He turned towards her, joints creaking. "What can I do to convince you of my loyalty? I trust you because of your kindness so far, but it seems we do not share that mentality."
Ocotl looked at the cat in the dragon's arms. "It would do both of us good if you explained yourself soon." He looked around the dusky waterfall.
"Nobody is around either, now is as good of a time as any."</s> |
<|description|>Syrilth
Dragon
Dragon Age: Adult
Age from hatching: 300
Magic:
Shadow Magic
Syrilth can manipulate and produce shadows by will. The shadows produced are able to be utilized in several different ways, allowing for a high level of adaptibility; the shadows are able to be released in freeform, as condensed, or even molded into the shape of a weapon, taking on the properties of said chosen shape.
Ice Magic
Syrilth is able to produce large quantities of ice from her body in order to attack her opponents. With this magic, she is able to quickly form a great variety of ice structures that are suitable for a diverse range of purposes, no matter if the nature of these circumstances require offensive or defensive purposes.
Syrilth would also mix the two magics. She could create a condensed ball of shadows that would explode and have ice shards shooting out of them to the opponent, or also produce a roar incorporating both shadows and ice.
Dragon and Compact looks:
A rather small dragon in comparison to other adults, Syrilth stands at 50ft, with black scales below the white fur. Syrilth has a pair of large, black scaled wings, the top part having additional white fur.
The compact takes the form of a 16 year old female human at 5.3ft, and it ages quite slowly. The compact also has black scales from her shoulders down to the elbows, which Syrilth usually covers with long sleeves.
Personality:
A quite powerful dragon, Syrilth is quite humble. She's a dragon who would only approach another dragon when necessary and rarely makes friends, except when they approach her. She enjoys both solitary moments and those of company. For her lack of friendliness, she doesn't have that many friends save for a few, but she appreciates that lot. She is an understanding dragon and you could rant about your problems to her, she won't bite. Although if she was angered before or is in an irritable mood, that's not a good course of action. Also, Syrilth likes flying and swimming, they're the two relaxing things that calm her down.
Background:
Raised in the wild under her parents' care, it took her 100 years to hatch. As a child, she was still taken care of by her parents. They taught her various things- flying, swimming, hunting, controlling and developing her magic, etc. They also instilled morals and values in her. When she had come to love her parents and grown rather fond of them though, they disappeared on her one night, leaving her to fend for herself. They were gone when she woke up. It was saddening and infuriating, but she still understood their intentions.
She ended up travelling around the world as a growing child, with no clear intention except to explore and find out new places, avoiding the eyes of hunters. She does occasionally come and go from the humans' cities in her compact form. She also met many dragon tribes in her travels, but at one point set up her home in one that she quite liked its location and inhabitants' company. She still travels, but returns back to her home whenever she wants to, and is now a full-grown adult.</s>
<|message|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
Keepa took a few steps, skipping at a point in his pace while checking his new prized posessions. The watches read 2:54 and 9:39, ticking along in pseudo synchronization. The merchant hadn't taken the time to fix his wares, although the numbers means little to Keepa, he was just glad he had his new toys. On that note, the fight was starting to escalate with the addition of a new contender. This one wasn't as intruding as the first and the liar was hesitant to feed off of them as well, serving the purpose that Keepa could not.
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"Dra-so'iraas, menain ir ol!" (You're wasting your time, survive and run!) I chirp through the chaos, closing my eyes to spare myself from the annoyingly blinding light of the sun as it bit through the allyway. It was all such a waste of the beautiful architecture of the city, but it was one that was being made and I felt fortunate that I didn't have to clean it up. With a smile, I held one hand out to the shade I had exited, the mass returning and seeping through my shell to spill out into the next section. The hands of my watches spun, wildly and making a popping noise within one of the small machines that I'm certain would be the evening in attempts to repair. It would take a moment before my mass could resume feeding on...hmm...the two? I hadn't decided on this, yet. All I knew was that I wasn't done with the intruder. The thought occurred to me that announcing myself may not have been the best idea.</s>
<|message|>Nexias
Insomnium couldn't get through the other demon's hide, but he didn't stop, he couldn't stop. His mind was gone, replaced by a berserker rage, When the demon's fist smashed into his head, he barely felt it, his rage too all-consuming. He took hold of one of the creatures arms with a clawed hand, intending to flip it over and smash it into the dust, but then he heard someone yell out in their direction. Immediately forgetting about the creature he had been attacking previously, he charged at the other one, letting out a roar as he went to smash it into the ground with a clawed fist.</s>
<|message|>Jeonbae
Within moments, a shadow slipped out from the trees in front of Ocotl, a puff of darkness bursting in front of him. He stopped moving at the sight of the dragon in front of him. He was sure it was the same dragon he had seen flying out of the village. He had a dangerous glint in his eye, and Ocotl could almost feel the anger emanating from him. He hoped he would not have to fight this... dragon, as it would not be a battle he would win.
"Speak your business, tree man, or else I'll have to kill you, rather violently, for daring to think you could come into this village meaning it any harm, If you mean no harm, then follow me, I'll pretend to be your escort in and let you sate your curiosity, as long as you sate mine. I'm curious as to what the hell you are, as I don't think I've seen something like you before."
Ocotl shook his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. If this thought is shared by all dragons now, it seems I will have to leave sooner, he thought to himself. This dragon is full of rage, but seems just. I will have to see.
"I do not wish dragons harm. I only would like to explore this place," he spoke, slowly and deeply. He looked around, an odd wisdom in his eyes. "I have not seen something like it for a very long time."
He gestured to himself, joints creaking quietly. "My form is not a common sight. But its story is not something I would like to tell right now. I would like to know more about you, but if it is an escort you offer, please lead the way."</s>
<|message|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
I took a few steps back as my challenge to the intruder was responded by the second. Not entirely my intention, although I suppose we are all animals in our own right. They were fast, a swiftness inversely proportional to their size. Throwing my watch arm out to one side I tried to reason, "My, you certainly are bigger up cl-"
~~~~~~
And that was all Keepa could manage before being mashed into the seams of the cobblestone which cracked with the force. Shards of porcelain flesh skipped across the ground from the impact, the only remains of the demon besides the black stain splattered across the ground...and all over Insomnium's fist.
'I suppose it could be worse'
The hand and wrist, still bearing the two watches twitched as the inky darkness pulled itself from the fingers to cling to the other demon, rapidly beginning to engulf his arm. With every inch Keepa stretched, a cold numbness seeked to rob Insomnium of every ounce of their strength; maniacal retaliation for the assault. The darkness of the shadows that had once assailed Abraxas now turned on the new challenger, gradually converging and lashing at their legs. Hungering and pulling itself with purposeful speed...it had been quite a while since Keepa had felt genuine vindication. Vindictive in his aggressiveness that would leave any normal human reeling in agony within mere moments.</s>
<|message|>Sealameet
Sealameet sat with his sister within the walls of her crystal shop having said goodbye to the ever lovely Vesperia a few days before when she had a request come for her to return back to the lands where she had come for. Now that she was gone Sealameet wasn't sure what to do with himself for the time and sought out comfort with his relatives that were at the festival but most of it was with his sister.
"You know I heard Tahamuyra has arrived," his sister said ",I saw him earlier today. Seems he was delayed for some time due to a few hunter's that had been in the way of his travel. Perhaps you should see him, staying here all day doesn't do you any good and I can take care of myself but you know that."
"Perhaps you are right dear sister but that one dragoness will always be in my heart and it aches that she has left even before the festival has ended. She will miss out on some extraordinary events still to come as it ends and I wanted to show that her first festival could be the best," Sealameet replied with a sigh.
"When have you become a romantic. You do indeed need to see eldest brother for now your very personality is changing," Lucatiel said and began prodding him to the door ",Now go before I make a crytal bat hard enough to hit you out and not break."
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Tahamuyra was one of the grandfathers watching the displays of the younger dragons as they showed their skills and longed to become adults. He had attempted to get at the start of the festival but had been delayed due to human activity that he had to detour around that made the trip longer then he had hoped. At least now he was here. He had ran into one of his younger siblings. It was sometimes hard to keep track who he was related to especially in his family tree but she had a gift for crystal making and soon remembered her name and had a conversation with her before having to go do his duties as a grandparent. Part of the conversation was trying to convince him to find a mate of his own and have a clutch as she told him of some other sibling of his who was swooning over a young dragoness. She didn't outright say it but he could guess what she was doing. Now was not the time though for finding a mate though and with the recent events that had transpired that he was told of a few dragon's doing, it was better to keep a clear mind on the festival and keeping both eyes open for any signs of danger.</s>
<|message|>Nexias
Insomnium
At first, Insomnium was pleased, thinking he had killed his enemy, but then the splatter began to crawl up his arm, causing his fury to crow as he tried to get the muck off. He began smashing into buildings and dragging his arms through the ground in an effort to get the gunk of off him. If this failed, he would then begin to go back to beating the other demon, if it did succeed, he'd do the same thing. As he was doing all of this, Insomnium didn't notice in his rage the slow draining of his energy, too busy trying to remove the shadows from his arm. When he charged at the demon, he'd be noticeably slower, and his hits would be lacking about a fourth or so of their usual power, if not more.
Nexias
Upon the speaking of his true intentions, the demon would fins all anger and seriousness disaooear form it's eyes as it gave a sigh of relief. "Splendid, then don't mind if I give you the grand tour. I'll sate your curiousity, show you around, and maybe, i let you into my sacred order of the Chickens of the Night, but you must prove yourself for that. Oh, is that a kitty?!?!?!" Nexias zipped past the demon to appear before the strange grinning cat. While most would find it creepy, Nexias found it absolutely fascinating. "You are the best cat ever," Nexias whispered, switching to his compact form as he walked out of the barrier, grabbed the cat and brought it in with him. With cat in hand, he motioned for the tree man to follow with a skip in his step."Today has bee a wonderful day for sure, caused a little ruckus in town with my Chickens, met a mysterious tree man, and now I have a cat, awesome. Alright, come with me, tree man, and tell me your name if you want me to stop calling you that, and I promise you, I just might. Myu name is Nexias by the way, and your looking at the next GrandFather dragon off the tribe, that is almost a certantiy with skills like mine. That display of mine in town was merely the opening act." Nexias began to cackle like a mad man as he led his guest back towards the tribe, stroking the cat he held in his hands, feeling like such the evil master mind. Oh who was he kidding, he was an evil master mind and he loved it.</s>
| <|message|>Syrilth
Upon seeing the eruption of a transformation from something in the dark alleyway to a large, rampaging demon, the dragon in her compact form figured she didn't want to involve herself in he mess, and turned her heels from the shocked ice cream seller to leave for her tribe. Syrilth knew there were many demons and dragons roaming around the human town, blending in among the humans. It was a good thing that she had already bought the ice cream she so wanted before the chaos ensued.
She reached the outskirts of Gold Village, and was licking the ice cream. She was palpably surprised though, when she saw what looked like a humanoid tree stomping its way into the forest, making the ground vibrate beneath its heavy footsteps. She raised her eyebrows. It was quite a rare occasion that she'd see something like that. She decided to follow after it, plus it was also heading to the direction of where her tribe was, but was cut to the chase by a red-eyed, black and grey cat as it leaped off the branch of a nearby tree. Both their scents made it known to Syrilth that they were demons.
After following the cat for quite a while, careful not to make any sounds, observing its movements, how excited it was, energetically running following the traces of the tree demon, Syrilth stopped about some thirty meters behind the familiar barrier surrounding her tribe, and hid behind a tree. She resorted to observing the cat's actions. Her ice cream had been finished long before, and at some point she threw the stick away while chasing after the cat.
After watching a few failed attempts of it trying to break through the barrier, the last attempt being quite filled with effort, Syrilth decided to reveal herself to the cat demon. She clearly saw the disappointment in its figure. What piqued her interest though, was its sketchbook that had opened to a page with the drawing of a dragon.
When she greeted the cat, though, another dragon in his compact form went out the barrier and picked it up, then went through the barrier again. This caused disappointment to arise in Syrilth. She sighed.</s> |
<|description|>Syrilth
Dragon
Dragon Age: Adult
Age from hatching: 300
Magic:
Shadow Magic
Syrilth can manipulate and produce shadows by will. The shadows produced are able to be utilized in several different ways, allowing for a high level of adaptibility; the shadows are able to be released in freeform, as condensed, or even molded into the shape of a weapon, taking on the properties of said chosen shape.
Ice Magic
Syrilth is able to produce large quantities of ice from her body in order to attack her opponents. With this magic, she is able to quickly form a great variety of ice structures that are suitable for a diverse range of purposes, no matter if the nature of these circumstances require offensive or defensive purposes.
Syrilth would also mix the two magics. She could create a condensed ball of shadows that would explode and have ice shards shooting out of them to the opponent, or also produce a roar incorporating both shadows and ice.
Dragon and Compact looks:
A rather small dragon in comparison to other adults, Syrilth stands at 50ft, with black scales below the white fur. Syrilth has a pair of large, black scaled wings, the top part having additional white fur.
The compact takes the form of a 16 year old female human at 5.3ft, and it ages quite slowly. The compact also has black scales from her shoulders down to the elbows, which Syrilth usually covers with long sleeves.
Personality:
A quite powerful dragon, Syrilth is quite humble. She's a dragon who would only approach another dragon when necessary and rarely makes friends, except when they approach her. She enjoys both solitary moments and those of company. For her lack of friendliness, she doesn't have that many friends save for a few, but she appreciates that lot. She is an understanding dragon and you could rant about your problems to her, she won't bite. Although if she was angered before or is in an irritable mood, that's not a good course of action. Also, Syrilth likes flying and swimming, they're the two relaxing things that calm her down.
Background:
Raised in the wild under her parents' care, it took her 100 years to hatch. As a child, she was still taken care of by her parents. They taught her various things- flying, swimming, hunting, controlling and developing her magic, etc. They also instilled morals and values in her. When she had come to love her parents and grown rather fond of them though, they disappeared on her one night, leaving her to fend for herself. They were gone when she woke up. It was saddening and infuriating, but she still understood their intentions.
She ended up travelling around the world as a growing child, with no clear intention except to explore and find out new places, avoiding the eyes of hunters. She does occasionally come and go from the humans' cities in her compact form. She also met many dragon tribes in her travels, but at one point set up her home in one that she quite liked its location and inhabitants' company. She still travels, but returns back to her home whenever she wants to, and is now a full-grown adult.</s>
<|message|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
Being ground into the earth wasn't the most comfortable of experiences, but I would soon wear the fool down, blunted by my spite. I just wanted a watch, a simple trinket that I loved the sound of so very much; the mechanism that revolutionized a great deal of the human technology. I wanted a conversation piece,
-'Oh, sir! Where did you find such a striking facet of both practicality and beauty?'
='Why, in a game, my fair inquisitive...you! There once was a powerful dragon called 'Keeper' whose beauty was matched only by his love for time and its power over mortals. Perfecting his magic to keep time in his grip, some would think of him as a god, although...hm~ I wouldn't want to spoil an ending that didn't happen'
-'Then you lie, sir! How can something end before it ends?'
='Why, if you keep it from starting, of course!'
-'Hahaha! Clever...so, what was the game?'
='So simply, yet, by his rules, an impossibility...a staring contest~'
-'Wow! And you beat a time lord in a staring contest...for a watch?'
~~~~~~~
The fires of Abraxas' spell licked at Insomnium, the fires quickly rending the darkness of his spikes from the demon's back. A thick black cloud billowed from his form as Keepa reformed, tumbling to the ground, their flesh alight as they quickly regrew the protective shell which contained their mass. With an agonized groan, Keepa pulled himself to his feet, shadows fading as even their clothes mended themselves. "Et habeant ad invicem, tunc..." (Let them retaliate upon each other, then...) he spat, limping a few steps before their legs finished at the joints, allowing him to throw himself into an alleyway to escape the chaos which was certain to draw the attention of his previous captors. In his state, he managed to drag himself half way into the ally for both cover and seclusion, a place to hide and process his stolen time.
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And I would so coyly reply as I turn to let my skin shimmer in the evening sun, feinting walking away before seeming to take interest in the question,
'Oh? What watch? This mere bauble? Hoho! Well, do I have a story for you...~'</s>
<|message|>Nexias
Insomnium barely felt the lick of the flames, but combined with the draining of his life, it was wearing him down a bit. Before he could cause himself more harm, however, a voice spoke in his head with the simple phrase, 'enough'.
Suddenly, the demon's body begn to shine with dazzling light, before darkening into an empty void. The void soon took a humanoid shape, though it was hazy, indistinct, and had two glowing blue eyes. Abraxas' flames, held back by a strange, invisble field during the shift, now surge forth looking as if it was about hit the shadowed figure, only to go right thru it and into a near by building. Azous stepped out of the flames path, looking no worse for wear, and laid down on the ground, as if he was falling asleep. A few seconds later, he was, seeming to be out like a light, despite the fact that he was facing a giant demon in battle.</s>
<|message|>Siabel
Siabel
The black dragon yawned, waking up from a nap during the day. She was quite passive from when she returned from the rescue mission. Preferring to heal her wounds and relax from the stress. Asking for a place to say Nexias offered it, reluctant she took it mostly as it was inside the tribe. To Siabels pleasure the dragon was spending a lot of time being around.
Stretching her wings she walked up to Momo, her little human pet, talking a bit to her about the plans for tonight they made their way towards the crystal shop. Tomorrow would start the big day for the black wind dragon as the ceremony for the teens would start. They would show off their magic to prove that they were strong enough to be adults. Hearing the rumors of other teens Siabel found it interesting that many fresh adults would instantly go for a mate, high from their success. She couldnt judge them as her herself had the same intentions when she arrived in the tribe...a life time ago..was it really just 3-4 days ago?
She felt tired, all the interaction with the curios babies and other dragons who wanted to know more about Momo tired her out. The only good aspect was she hadnt had to worry about Momos safety, as the dragons were not really allowed to hurt any of the guest humans. Siabel even allowed her to wander around the tribe and spend the time with the other two.
Arriving in front of the crystal shop she turned towards Momo.'' You can go and spend some time with the others, I will be after this in the training grounds. ''
''Thank you a lot my lady.'' Momo hummed, making a bow to her before all but happily run away like the hyper active 16 year old girl she was. Siabel watched her for a few moments before knocking on the door and slowly entered. The last time she was in this shop, there was quite the commotion thanks to Momo and the two headed child wanting to eat her.
''Hello? I hope I am not interrupting.'' Siabel hummed as she pushed the door open. She did wondered if that child dragon managed to age to a teen, in today ceremony.
'' I wanted to..'' She trailed for moment before taking on her more determent face. '' I felt it was my responsibility for the unpleasant happening a few days ago. I was thinking the least I could do as apology to offer some company, if I am wished for.'' Siabel smiled pleasantly.
Chu
He watched the whole ceremony of the various children a lot of them he knew staying in the tribe and spending the time he did at the nursery.
The days that passed were peacefully to the earth dragons standards. He spend most of it either around aster or around the nursery. He helped to watch over Myrtle and Momo, just as same. Now he knew she was a human not a baby dragon. He wasnt the type to be angry for long. He didnt left the dragon tribe, even less he wanted to remind himself of the adventure that happened because of some drinks.
It was peacefully and he couldnt wait to see tomorrows try of Aksaja and Siabel to become adults. The teens who went thought the events 3 days ago. He hoped they wouldnt be too strongly affected by it all and do their best. Winter was one of them too but she couldnt handle it and once they arrived to the tribe she wished everyone a farewell and fly off her own way. She mentioned something about her remembering things and so she left.
''You can do it!'' He cheered a child on watching them be all shy in front of the grand grand parents of the tribe. It wasnt easy to perform your magic when you arent fully sure in the fact if you could do it. Winning against being nervous was part of the challenge.</s>
| <|message|>Syrilth
Syrilth entered the barrier, forming ripples in the air around her figure as she passed through the invisible barrier. The faint sounds instantly became louder, much more clearer. She breathed in deeply. The scents of dragons, demons and humans filled her sharp nose. Even in her compact form, she still retained her dragon senses. Dragons chatted with each other as the festival went on, most of whom had flown from afar she did not recognise. Humans were mostly surrounded by dragons, being bombarded with questions. There were only a few demons, and they had dragon escorts with them. She smiled seeing a child dragon finally showing off a tremendous magic display after being all shy about it and get excited when it passed.
She proceeded to wander around the tribe's grounds aimlessly, observing everything. It was one of her hobbies actually, observing, that is. Syrilth considered searching for her few friends who were probably scattered all over the place, but decided not to, as she figured they were most likely busy with something. She wasn't much of a social dragon, and would mostly be found alone. She didn't mind that fact though, although it would sometimes feel lonely. Thus she wasn't searching for a mate like many other adult dragons.
She entered a shop after a black dragon had opened the shop's big doors meant for a dragon, intending to window shop. She witnessed the dragon apologizing to just about all who was there in the place, and was curious to find out why.</s> |
<|description|>Ezekiel Verdirosi
I'm here o:
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Human
Father Verdirosi is what he's known as to most people.
Age: 35
Job: Priest of the Dragon Church
Looks:
about 5'8", and albino. Has no right eye.
quick sketch without mask:
Background & Personality: Ezekiel's passionate, and has always put his heart and soul into what he does. He considers his job the best thing a human can do with their life. He's a serious and influential man, and thanks to his method of taking small steps at a time, has practically everyone in his church on board with his plans for the hunters. Many people outside the church consider him more fit to be a cult leader than a priest. Not that he's bad at his job, as he's a good person to come to for comfort and advice. He's always busy and doesn't appreciate it when people try to beat around the bush, preferring to get a situation addressed and taken care of ASAP. He cares so little for his own life that it can be worrying, as he's prepared to throw it away in an instant if his god commands it. Instead, he places his attention on the members of the church, namely the orphans and the staff.
Ezekiel had a normal childhood life in a devout family with an older brother and a younger sister, all of them home schooled about their god and dragons, and the church itself. When he became ten, his parents gave him up to the church with the understanding that he would be trained to become a priest. The training was rigorous, starting with studying, going to training, eventually going to become a caretaker for the shrines and the responsibility of making new ones. At 13 Ezekiel, along with other servants of the church, were arrested under charges that were never fully explained to him, only to be freed by Draken. He doesn't bring it up anymore, and the most he knows about the situation is that the old king pissed off his lord. When he was 21, against advice from his elders, he got in a fight against a hunter. This resulted in the loss of his right eye, though with his mask people tend to not notice it. Around that age he also had an odd, subtle relationship with a member of the congregation, but broke it off in a few months after deciding he needed to devote his entire being to his god. While making shrines isn't something he personally needs to do anymore, he still does, enjoying the process of crafting them. The church has a few orphans, and he treats them as if they're his own children. One of the orphans, Mattias, is his nephew.
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Making a demon also sounds interesting, I might do that.</s>
<|message|>'Scaleless' Keepakura the Liar
The shells of Keepa's eyes rotated inwards, slightly as the watched the figure come about themselves. They went about explaining themselves, an expression which settled with the demon in a strange way. Fluctuating their brows to express hesitant concern, Keepa lifted his hands to the figure's shoulder region before pulling back, remembering the...not which was the figure who showed no reminisce of a pulse of any sort. So detached, there was nothing for Keepa to cling to. The lack of sensation left a bad taste in his mouth.
~~~
"My, that sounds like an unfortunate hand you've been delt" I say with a small chuckling inflection, relieved that what, or from what he said, 'who', was at least in control of themselves. "Thankfully none of the damage...ehh" I started, unsure how to reassure him in regards to the damage he'd done. So much damage had been done with the needless outbursts of the demons; the loss calculated in both blood and gold...there would be so much sadness caused by today's events and for what?
"Well, I suppose its best not to dwell on what you couldn't control. If only others were as fortunate as to have the ability to simply come back. Hm~" My words coming with genuine disappointment as I broke character, seeing no reason to deceive something I couldn't make a gain from. His comment on the other demon reminded me of the situation. I was weaker then when I had started, thanks to the flames. In that, there were many reasons to hate my new associate...and the numbers seemed to stack up by the minute.
3:05 and 9:50...9:51. I have to remember to synchronize the hands.
"We should" I muse as I turn to trot back down the ally I had hid in, checking my clothes to make sure they had reformed the way I liked them, even down to the slight heel of the boots which echoed light clicks with each step.
~~~~~~~~~
Emerging from the other side, Keepa was almost run over by a guard who was running in the direction of the event. "Oh! I'm sorry, ma'am. You should get to safety! There are reports of a demon in the vicinity!" he says in urgency, looking down the street as the sounds of screams of his fellow soldiers robbed him of the last of his resolve. He turned back to Keepa, "Uhh, let me get you to the garrison, it'll be safe there" taking their arm and starting to drag them off down the street. "I- I should be fine, sir. I-" Keepa tried to explain, looking back at their nameless friend with a 'what do I do?' expression. The guard hadn't even noticed Azous, more concerned about finding an excuse to not be slaughtered like the rest.</s>
<|message|>Nexias
Nexias
Nexias eyes snapped between Draken and the newly aged teen, a hint of surprise easily visible on his face. "I would never have guessed, she must take after her mother then. She seems very much unlike you, in both looks and use of magic. But still, you must be proud to have her be apart of your bloodline. I have begun thinking that I need to find a mate soon, raise a brood, teaching them how to spread chaos across the land, can you imagine it?!?!" Nexias began to get excited, but then quickly sobered when he thought about what would have to come before that, taking care of them. He would not lie, he'd hate irt, but he also couldn't bear the thought of leaving a hatchling to fend for itself or with his partner, a ferling born from his own abandonment by his parents. He was about to ask Draken for his advice on the matter,when heard a growl being sent in his direction. As hewas berated, Nexias didn't move, except to olace the cat down on a shadowed pedastal he'd summoned. He then turned around, and fixed the 3-headed elder with a cold glare, the grass beneath him beginning to writhe and darken as Madness and Shadow magic radiated from his being. Shadows began to undulate and dance, whispers began to enter the minds of all but the most powerful present, and Nexias let out a growl of his own, a derp menacing growl.the reverberate throughout the air.
"Elder, these are my guests, so please, treat them with respect that is due to them. If you have a problem, I can gladly demonstrate my magical abilities right now, in a duel, though I doubt that'd fair to those who have yet to take the ceremoney. So please, Elder, apologize to my guests for being as rude as you were."
Azous
Azous shrugged his shoulders when the other demon looked to him for help.
"Do whatever you want, it's only a human, though I would suggest not killing him, as it might draw undue attention ourway" Azous said to her telepathicly, following her and the human and waiting to see what the demon would do.</s>
<|message|>Chu
Moris
He decide even if he wouldnt join the fight, at least he will try and get a observation of it. Telling the man to go home to his family Moris stepped out of the bar, locking behind himself he started limping thougth the alleyways. Many memories passed his mind, remembering when he was a young apprentice.
He was watching the cage with the captured creature. His mentor writing things in his report. A demon was there, he felt scared as he was watching from a safe distance how the other hunters were taking ... the thing down. He felt amazement and wished to fight just like his brother and sister by guild.
''Move away ya.'' His mentor warned as they placed a blanket over the caged demon. '' They try to bite even when they are in the cage. ''
'' Why dont we kill it on the spot?''
''Moris, Moris, naive. Demons are different than dragons. There were demons who faked their death to escape and demons who when died would let out poison and shadows that would drive crazy if not kill everyone around as a act of revenge. Those beast are driven by revenge and battle. They do not know reason, and dont want to follow it.''
'' So what do we do with them?'' The young Moris asked his mentor.
''Hold them captive, and when we are sure how to kill them we will do just that.'' His mentor smiled ordering to have the cage moved on the transporter. He lied, they never intended to kill them but research them. He spit in the trash bin he passed by, taking out a flask to take a drink. He felt his back pain, its way to complain for Moris to slow down as he walked.
Moris ignored it, it goal was one of the highest building close by, from its roof top he could clearly see what was going in the marketplace. He didnt continue walking as he felt another feeling, he felt watched. SOmething was close by his instincts perked a shiver running down his spine.
Chu
Chu waves at the flying by new teen. Happy about the congratulations. The peek on his cheek made him grin and giggle. Standing up and offering his hand to Aster, as his response to the gently act. '' Lets go~'' He hummed quite flirtatious including a wink as they made their way around and out the Arena. He looked behind as they were leaving it just in time to see Nexias use his magic and all but challenge the grand grand parents.
''Nexia really likes to irritate the grandgrand parents....well he teases them quite differently than I do. '' Chu chuckled remembering how often he teased the ggp about various things. Waving his hand away he made his way to the forest area with Aster, the earth dragon happy he wasnt part of it.
After that Chu wrapped his hands around Aster waist as they were walking grinning wide. '' You look tired? Did Myrtle tired you out? She is quite energetic.'' He laughed a bit, passing several dragons on their way in regular and compact form alike. '' I saw her draw and make noted about anything there was. What do you think of gifting her more paper?''
Mirazan
The reaction was more not a positive one. Nexia reacting with a challenge to the one stronger than him even releasing his influencing magic all over the place. The sound of sobbing took her attention as the child performing couldnt handle the voice it started to hear and simply run out the arena.
''Well that ended the today ceremony, so no need to worry about the senile'' She said, moving from her seat to stand and looking at Nexias and Draken. She was thinking how to handle the situation further. It was Sandy who chipped in. '' Oh lets have a little battle Nexias I am always up to look into a mind like yours and do things to it~'' The Grand Grandparent shifted to his compact form opening his arms in a welcoming hug. It was the green head Ne of the 3 headed dragon who spoke the softest in this situation. '' How about we all say sorry. I dont think humans can handle the voices Nexais makes. And I liked that white one. '' The head spoke with a nearly child like voice being stared on by the other two for a moment.
''If they are your guest Nexias than tell us at least their names. You are taking the responsibility for their action or?'' Mirazan questioned him, her skin emitting a warm and comforting light around the arena to subtle the magic of the other shadow dragon, and Sandy was helping out placing in any weaker dragon the feeling of security and hope. There was no reason in the GGP eyes to make other dragons be bothered by the mischief of one. Even if it was a situation where many hatching could die on the hands of the creatures Nexias was calling guest.</s>
| <|message|>Ezekiel Verdirosi
Ezekiel
She was one of his children? He wasn't even aware the god had any. It made sense for a 2,000 year old dragon to have children, but it was a topic previously never brought up, and Ezekiel never thought about it. Draken didn't sound too impressed with her performance, but his comment still held an overall positive tone. "I think it shows nice potential." It didn't hold the same power to influence as Draken's did, but it definitely held other uses.
It wasn't surprising to hear Draken instigating something of an argument. While he knew when to stop, he always wanted to have the last word. Nexias, however, seemed to really want the last word. Before Ezekiel could fully figure out what the dragon was doing, he heard something. He looked up to Draken, curious, did he say something? But one voice turned to ten, and the ten continued to grow further. Someone was talking, but so were a thousand others, all trying to command his attention. He doubled over, running his fingers through his hair, muttering in a futile attempt to drown out the whispering.
Coming back to his senses, Ezekiel slowly straightened his posture, letting out an uncharacteristically nervous laugh. If nothing else, it was good to know exactly what other dragons were capable of. "Is...Is everything alright, my Lord?" He wasn't exactly sure why he was asking that question. Maybe it was to get his bearings, or maybe to make sure that he himself was still there. Most likely a mix of both. The elders were still addressing Nexias, so it couldn't have lasted that long. He sighed, leaning against his god once more.</s> |
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