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    Jhin of the Opera
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    Anything related to Art.
    Literary art, reading and writing.
    Music, particularly piano and computerized, non-lyrical pieces.

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  1. Venus (44/54) Venus fires, delivering At an Arm's Length at Officer B (heals Venus for 4 + 1 per 4 SYN health, = 7, deals Basic Attack Damage + Quaternary Art and Bauble bonus damage, = 2d4 + 13 + 8 + 3= 2d4 +24). Every Moment Matters: A perceptive and fastidious marksman, Venus ignores his enemies’ resistance by his INT divided by 4. Artistic Precision: Venus gains a 2*INT chance for all of his abilities to critically strike for *2 damage.
  2. Kino and Enma We fight yet again, sister. Kino warned Enma as she slammed her staff in the ground in a preparing stance, as the latter was getting a mix of excitement and disappointment of the prospect of having fun, but the similarity of what she was to face. I should keep a closer eye on you -- all of us should -- but don't be reckless, now. I don't need to fear anything, nee-san! You'll protect me all the way, won't you? Then your naivety becomes my worry, she answered. This would not be an easy battle for them. Kino (82/82) Enma (24/24) Kino unleashes The Debarred Eulogy, summoning Enma to fight by her side for the remainder of the match. Enma will always attack before Kino, having +1 in INIT order. (OOC: Add her into the INIT List.) Enma attacks Officer C with a Basic Attack, marking them with Entente of Malice. (Deals Kino's level + INT damage, 4 + 11= 15) Kino follows up on the same Officer C with her own Basic Attack, triggering Entente of Malice and Necromantic Pact's (weapon effect's) bonus damage. {Total damage: 2d4 + INT + INT + INT/2, = 2d4 +27)
  3. Venus ...Again? The artist thought, though it seemed there was no exceptional target unlike the previous battle, with newer swarms of fanged beasts in its place. Grotesque all the same -- but Venus was to rectify that soon. Very soon. Our performance begins. Venus composes his introductory entrance to the fight, unleashing Curtain Call at Officer A (ignores 4 + 1 per 4 SYN RES = 4 +3, deals Basic Attack Damage + Quaternary Art and Bauble bonus damage, = 2d4 + 13 + 4 + 3= 2d4 +20. If Venus kills the target, be gains 1 + 1 per 4 SYN bonus damage for the remainder of the match.) Every Moment Matters: A perceptive and fastidious marksman, Venus ignores his enemies’ resistance by his INT divided by 4. Artistic Precision: Venus gains a 2*INT chance for all of his abilities to critically strike for *2 damage.
  4. Venus Incompetence. Insufficiency. Inadequacy. Those had been what Venus saw as the root of Aurora's disdain, things that he derided himself as a perfectionist artist, qualities that he knew he was opposite of, be it in art or that of battle. Things he saw in most if not all of his other subordinates, much like the spider had lamented. It was the privilege of the talented -- the useful -- to look down upon those that were not. And yet Aurora catered herself to a cause most noble, leaving Venus to wonder if her efforts came from obligation or a real kindness masked by the irritation she had just displayed to him. Human, he thought, much so for a carnivore otherwise seen as....rather voracious. More human that Venus now was, at least. Though perhaps it was the package deal that came with being half human and half spider, dulling what was otherwise a black widow's foremost predatory instinct. Beyond entertaining such thoughts he also considered himself lucky that Aurora herself had asked a favor of him -- as much as she expressed her need as a price -- for Venus' previous offer. "Perhaps I should be flattered to be the first to utilize your...invention, if you will?" It was Venus' turn to give his rhetoric question as he extended a gloved hand, gesturing for either a handshake or for Aurora to deliver one of the orbs with her for him to inspect. "Good opportunity, nonetheless. They appear suitable for decoration, at least, so unless they're fragile, perhaps they will suffice over the gold I require of you. I prefer greater variety of color, if anything. Of course I will assent to your request, and I trust I possess the capabilities you require to appraise it. Though I should inspect them beforehand instead of evaluating them at face value, of course. And to return to your....qualm of maintaining the health of our teammates, yes?" Venus continued, as he withdrew the staff and displayed it to Aurora, informed beforehand in Rio of its healing capabilities. Decorating it from its dull exterior took precedent, however. "Perhaps with this in my repertoire you'll no longer be alone in your....clerical dedication? Use what you have, as they say, so I see we are committed for...a mutual cause, perhaps. I require a size that befits the end of the handle, but I trust you're plenty capable of it."
  5. Venus Venus had spent much time idling in the War Room after the battle was over -- partly out of exhaustion, but primarily out of skepticism. While his experience here had exposed the artist to many otherworldly prospects and presented itself a fine canvas for his many productions, he couldn't help but wonder -- when would such balter be over? Was he to continue neverendingly performing in such a dimension, a stage with many a canvas but neither an audience that applauded nor gave their smiles or screams? Or was there an end goal that he and the team were to accomplish before they would be permitted to return to their own worlds? What would the people in his town and fame make of his disappearance? How long was he to stay there? Such thoughts circled in his mind for quite some while, and it admittedly suffocated him to question underlying motives of his forced presence here. He decided to pay it little heed -- work would come sooner or later, enough to distract and indulge him in the art he ever so adored and cherished. A glint of white caught Venus' eye as he turned to the direction of what seemed like white orbs that shone like the gumusservi of a full-moon evening, almost as large as the nugget the spider had made for him previously. True enough, Aurora was nearby, adorning the orbs around her like a woman would with jewelry, as he raised a brow in curiosity. Venus couldn't deduce her intentions with neither the orbs nor her presence here, but he could notice that her eyes contained a gaze almost predatory, though they defied her need of something beyond food to quell what was a carnivore's otherwise insatiable hunger. Reaching for his bag, he found it containing the remains of gold he had collected from the draconic creature earlier, the staff he had collected, and, to what was a mix of slight relief and disappointment -- the remains of potatoes his servants had additionally packed for him, aside from his usual artistic tools and ammunition. He would have to find a way to reuse and recycle, or find materials to replace his slowly waning resources. Meanwhile, the staff he had collected was too dull for his liking, nor did it seem like it would be aesthetic enough to sell or to alter it for another purpose, nor would breaking it down be of the essence at the current time. If he had to keep such an item, he would at least want it beautiful enough to be presentable. The leftover gold, potatoes, the staff and the spider linked in together to form a relatively satisfying picture, except for one thing -- he no longer had anything to compensate or to offer for what the spider would do for him, and he doubted that she would consent if he were empty-handed. Perhaps he could rely on his negotiation alone for this -- better to try than to give up, as they say. He approached Aurora and gracing her with a second courteous bow, withdrawing the gold and potatoes. However, perhaps she didn't need such resources to make such adornments, as the orbs she held fascinated him more. "I see you've made yourself orbs of your own? Why, I must admit they do seem a sight for sore eyes," His attempt at flattery would likely come across as as sphallolalia, but he paid it no heed. "I'll cut to the chase -- I require another golden orb such as the one you made previously. Though of course, perhaps you no longer need such resources to produce one? I'm admittedly interested in how and why you've made these," He said, addressing the orbs with her.
  6. [IC] TotMV:G^2: Clash of Fate: Breaking the Siege

    Kino and Enma The enemy numbers dwindled very quickly and heavily, as the two sisters finally found their respite in the long-lasting endurance of fighting. Nonetheless, there was no slacking off in defeating the final remains of the horde, as Kino pressed her sister to enjoy her last moments as fun as they would clean up. Kino: 38/64Enma: 22/23 Enma attacks Dragon Tooth Warrior Battalion A with a Basic Attack, marking them with Entente of Malice. (Deals Kino's level + INT damage, 3 + 9 = 12) Kino follows up on the same Battalion A with her own Basic Attack, triggering Entente of Malice and Necromantic Pact's (weapon effect's) bonus damage. {Total damage: 2d4 + INT + INT + INT/2, = 2d4 +22) This attack will also trigger United We Stand. (Kino's attack heals Enma for INT health)
  7. [IC] TotMV:G^2: Clash of Fate: Breaking the Siege

    Kino and Enma Despite their heavy bruises due to them attracting quite the bit of attention, there seemed to be no more, or at least delayed reinforcements to the existing horde, which was respite enough for the two siblings as they continued enduring their way against the masses. Kino: 17/64Enma: 13/23 Enma attacks Dragon Tooth Soldier Battalion A with a Basic Attack, marking them with Entente of Malice. (Deals Kino's level + INT damage, 3 + 9 = 12) Kino follows up on the same Battalion A with her own Basic Attack, triggering Entente of Malice and Necromantic Pact's (weapon effect's) bonus damage. {Total damage: 2d4 + INT + INT + INT/2, = 2d4 +22) This attack will also trigger United We Stand. (Kino's Basic Attack heals Enma for a INT health = 9).
  8. [IC] Bullet Hell

    Akemi Akemi surveyed his considerably accommodating surroundings, facilities, albeit not for their use due to the lack of currency now brought before them in comparison to the dull hall they had first gathered before. One of the members had proposed a truce or cooperation of sorts, to which Akemi took no heed at present -- it was unsure yet if they were to fight together or each other, or both, and to that Akemi wanted to minimize any acquaintanceship-esque obligations. He had to admit, however, that he was getting thirsty, and hesitated to order a drink from the bar, knowing that he lacked the required resource to pay, would likely end up in vain to swindle himself a drink, more or less know if there was anything appealing to his tastes in this unfamiliar realm to begin with. That was until what was a slightly clawed -- if her talons at her fingertips were not mere aesthetic, of which the artist himself found...unfashionable -- offered something in her gourd, of what he presumed to be wine or alcohol. A dry mouth wasn't something Akemi would settle with at the moment, nor did the woman seem any hostile at a glance. No longer able to ignore the pestering feeling of thirst waiting to the nourished at the back of this throat, he raised his gloved hand and waved at the girl in signalling to grab her attention. "I guess I wouldn't mind a drink," He shrugged, trying to hide the fact that he desired the drink in any way, appearing as though he wanted to do it merely on a whim. "There's always time for good wine, perhaps."
  9. [IC] TPoS Chapter I: Seven

    Deb "Hey -- Tesla! What's wrong?! Hey, c'mon! Get a hold of yourself -- Hey!" All he could do was yell in bewilderment, his tone rising to what was consternation, as he inched closer to her at one moment, hesitating and staggering backwards at the next. What was to him a person he respected as a consummate fighter was now huddled in a corner giving off such a vulnerable form of trepidation, as if Debronee were the manifestation of her greatest fear incarnated and poised to strike before her cowering form. Damn it, he thought. Damn it! What was he supposed to do? Her unstable state at present he undoubtedly thought back to their previous collogue, that had likely reminded her of something traumatizing that would elicit such a violent reaction. His feet moving before he could process his next move, Debronee bolted out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar as he stormed through the innards of the train halls looking for the higher ups to aid. The search took several minutes before he finally found a room where Tobias was in, whereby he quickly announced Tesla's panicked state between breaths -- "It's Tesla...i-in her room. You... you have to help her -- now."
  10. [IC] TPoS Chapter I: Seven

    Debronee "You had the benefit of people caring for you, of course," Debronee, even despite his tutelage as a warrior and student, had been independent and self-serviced, always doing things on his own and given errands, orders. Tesla seemed to have experienced much the same, but was her superior's care for her in her dire hours out of love or pragmatism? And of course she had someone akin to a sibling, never hitting the mark, but close nonetheless. A simple existence as it was -- emotionless, if she wanted to believe that -- it certainly possessed the minimal familial zest Debronee was so alienated of. Did she find said bonds a vulnerability by virtue, or was her nonchalance in divulging it meaning to express that it wasn't of real significance to her? He felt a mix of what was confusion and slight relief; confusion of her stance on her presumed "family", and relief in that she had something he did not have, something that was perhaps...precious and homely, if he could express it best, which he justified himself as something that alleviated his previous insensitivity of asking a rather personal question. "I never really had anyone close to that, even before I was brought here," He began. His tone held no longing; no lamenting feelings were existent. He spoke rather indifferently, with the formal and stern tone he always used in conversation, even as he began to elaborate on his own in exchange for Tesla revealing her own. "All I ever did was trained. I listened, I learned, I did what I had to do. My master really never had things beyond that. It was a bond of obligation, less so than anything else. I guess you're lucky to have found people like that, as much as I myself fail to comprehend it..."
  11. [IC] Bullet Hell

    Akemi Akemi swore he was in the middle of a performance -- of which, signature to his craft, all else would call a killing -- yet how did he end up there? After being briefed by a single female head -- peculiar as it was -- he pondered on his current situation, deciding to acquiesce and make the most of it, despite his previous frustration of being interrupted. Brought here Akemi was, apparently, for combative use of weaponry again -- excessively so, if to be like gladiators, fighting to the death. If he was to fight to appease, however, he would evince it as an art, not a sport. Was there any reward that would come to this? Would he be performing for a single face or a wider audience? Pride told him he had been chosen for good reason, but the artist was not one to give service without cost or compensation. Putting the reasoning behind momentarily, he eyed from his mask the group of others -- five or six -- he estimated -- that appeared squabbling before him, a mix of chatter, noise and effort that ended in naught, for the most part. Gauche, as many a being from the vulgar, common crowd would be. Most of their attention seemed to be focused on a woman lying on the ground...dressed quite unfashionably in papery ribbons of any sort. Unfitting for a sleeping damsel, perhaps -- was she asleep or dead, or was she never alive in the first place, a doll or replica? He certainly wasn't interested in fighting his future adversaries before the appropriately allocated time. A men with a western-styled hat seemed to be attempting to wake the girl up...albeit in a manner that was quite uncivilized. He wasn't going to get an answer in the quickest way, he knew that much. "Excuse me, but there are ways to awaken a lady without being so...rough," He regarded the Sheriff as approached the white-haired girl, apparently yet to show any signs of reaction, as he reached his gloved hand towards her neck in search of a pulse, "Or to determine if she's even alive to begin with."
  12. [OOC] Bullet Hell [Always Open]

    Here you go.
  13. [IC] TPoS Chapter I: Seven

    Debronee As Tesla recounted her story, Debronee knew he'd reawakened memories she was not that fond of. At the same time, despite knowing that she did have to compensate for her wrongdoing, he found himself relating to the frustration of fixing the watch, even if imperfectly done. "...Sorry." He didn't know what spurred his inclination; was it gratitude? Empathy? Pity? Come what may it came from something he did not comprehend, and to that he felt as if he had wronged her. Curiosity, however, bit deep into him like a ravenous mosquito into flesh, the aftermath an itch, an urge to question more -- hurtful or not -- of her own origins. Debronee was taught to maintain the will of only acquiesce without questioning why he wielded his sword, why he ran across battlefields swinging his blade for triumph, but for once, Debronee was tired of not having answers. Of being ignorant. Even as he breathed in battle, having a mind only with such a purpose made him no different than the inanimate weapon firm in his grasp, rarely apart from his fingers. There was a throbbing inclination within him, telling him that he was not sent there to hone his body in exchange for the mind; perhaps it was the meditative, unproductive stance that had resulted in his curiosity becoming this insatiable. He likely wouldn't have such thoughts if he interacted with someone else -- particularly Wallace -- and even if he did, he'd likely brush them off without a second thought. He perceived Tesla's current state as what was vulnerability, recollection, that ultimately spread to him. An opening prompted a quick finish, but at that moment he felt more opened than opportunistic. "I take it you weren't here by choice." He muttered, after dwelling in silence for who knew how long, "Probably none of us were, I don't know. Do you see David as...a parent? A guardian? A superior? Anything close?"
  14. [IC] TotMV:G^2: Clash of Fate: Breaking the Siege

    Kino and Enma Kino: 25/64Enma: 23/23 Enma attacks Dragon Tooth Archer Battalion D with a Basic Attack, marking them with Entente of Malice. (Deals Kino's level + INT damage, 3 + 9 = 12) Kino follows up on the same Battalion D with her own Basic Attack, triggering Entente of Malice and Necromantic Pact's (weapon effect's) bonus damage. {Total damage: 2d4 + INT + INT + INT/2, = 2d4 +22) This attack will also trigger Last Rites. (Kino heals for 4 + INT/2 health. (Total 8) If Kino kills her target, she heals herself and Enma equal to the damage she dealt instead.)
  15. Venus Already weakened and feeble beyond recovery of one's normal assumption and comprehension, the battle was almost a close. The woman before the group however began a ritual of sorts, an act of desperation that would prove futile; withdrawing a special, enchanted bullet and replacing the current round that held in his excited paintbrush, he would at least begin -- if not end -- the coda, not a moment sooner or later. "Your final scene begins." Venus intends to orchestrate the denouement of the battle, unleashing his rare Curtain Call at Assassin (ignores 4 + 1 per 4 SYN RES = 4 +2, Basic Attack Damage + Quaternary Art and Bauble bonus damage, = 2d4 + 10 + 6 + 2 = 2d4 +18. If Venus kills the target, be gains 1 + 1 per 4 SYN bonus damage for the remainder of the match.)
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