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"Well, this outta be interesting..." was all Cree had to say on the matter as he leaned back in his chair, arms folding. Of course, in his native lingo, 'Interesting' meant that was gonna be anything but a simple milkrun, and that things were probably gonna go wrong six ways to sunday. He was more than used to those type of engagements though- things tended to get messy in space. Especially when you were going in blind to begin with.
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The world blared with light, sound, and pain as Maya got back to her feet. With a shakey breath she grabbed hold of one of the Sol's arms, before using her staff to steady herself. A whispered thanks, barely loud enough to be audible, was all she could muster as her hand went to the gash still in her side, threads of light weaving their way in and out of the wound as the flesh was made new.
"By the goddess, what were you thinking maya!?" ah yes. Freyl. He'd been screaming before as well, hadn't he? Yes, she could recall it a bit clearer- at first he'd been shouting orders, locations. He'd been the only reason she'd managed to step out of the way of the swordsman and duck under the javelin after the Axe had torn through her robes and ribs. At times, it had even seen like he'd taken part of the evasion into his own hands, given the subtle sensation of hands shoving her just enough to get out of the way. Not that it mattered in the end though- for not even he had enough energy to keep her from tripping on the last maneuver, or to change the course of the javelin that soon found its home in her gut. After that there'd been nothing but screaming, shouting.
And she had felt his fear roll over her in waves... even if what she senses now is anger, rage even.
"I.... I suppose I... miscalculated..."
"Miscalculated? Miscalculated!? That's the understatement of the damn century! Get out of there, now- next time there might not be anything left of you for them to heal! Ya have to remember your own safety too, ya know... can't help any of them if you're dead. Gaaah, and where the fuck is dragon boi when he was actually needed!?"
Her eyes drift to ecquis, across the field. In all honesty it looked like they had a mess all their own to deal with, over there.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit."
"Look, just... just please... get to some cover alright? Or for the love of the goddess, at least stay behind someone this time. I can only do so much for you... just helpin' you get out of the way pushed me to my limits."
"Right, sorry... I suppose with... how everything used to be, I didn't expect... nevermind. I'll take greater care, I promise."
"You better. One of us has to stay alive, afterall..."
Taking the spectre's advice to heart, she wandered over to Meredith, weakly placing a hand on the woman's armored back and willing the light to channel through her finger tips. Within just a few seconds, there wasn't a scratch left on the soldier.
E12, Heal Meredith back to full (Benevolence PS procs)
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It has taken many hours to put this sheet together. But I put much love, suave, and space-cowboy aptitude into each of those hours. I regret nothing about what is to follow...
Pilot
SpoilerName: Cree Nothan
Age: 38
Personality: A man whose been called many things over the decades. "Scoundrel", "Conman", "Ryxori Scumbag", just to name a few of the more polite ones. While it's true he's no 'man of honor', himself his 'one true king', somewhere deep inside of him, the bells of conscience do ring. He's seen some of the worse shitholes in all of known space. And he's seen more than his fair share of monsters masquerading as men… and well, sometimes, even a mere smuggler must carry a sword for monsters.
Appearance: A human male standing at 5'11 and weighing in at 78 Kg. Short, disheveled Chestnut brown hair, blue eyes and slightly crooked nose. Often seen with a roguish grin on his face. Frequently wears a black synth-leather vest with matching slacks and a white dress shirt.
Background: A former smuggler from a neutral world, Cree has been all over known space and the civilized systems. Met all sorts of people, carried all sorts of cargo, gotten into all manner of conflicts, pissed off more local big wigs, pirate gangs, and crime lords than he can count, and ultimately picked up a number of invaluable (if somewhat underhanded) skills for all his troubles over the decades. Sometimes he used those skills to line his pockets with much needed Galactics, Feathers, Eris, etc. Sometimes he just felt like helping the little guy for once. Sometimes he just wanted to spite particularly despicable assholes. These days though, well he's had his own little horror story regarding the Resanti, and thus those skills now find themselves in the employ of the Eclipse and its crew… to repay old debts to lost friends.
Interceptor
SpoilerInterceptor Name: The Aeon Hawk
Appearance: The Aeon Hawk is an interceptor set upon the frame of the ancient Ryxori Royal Starhopper design, a starfighter left over from the bygone age when the planet wasn't one of the worse shitholes in the galaxy and ruled by whoever had the biggest guns and was willing to shed the most blood; bearing a sleek, spade-shaped body and slender, multi-pronged wing design that likely no one but another native Ryxori with an interest in their own people's history will even recognize. Coupled with the patchwork of antiquated components installed on it, in battle the Aeon Hawk presents the visage of a starcraft seemingly displaced in the very fabric of time itself, lifted right out of any myriad of long forgotten conflicts to wreak havoc in the modern day.
Weapon Slot: AG-2G Quad-Rail Cannon: A novel piece that debuted decades ago but for a myriad of varied reasons failed to be a commercial success on the market. AG-2G Quad-Rail was a weapon designed for those who had speed and hit-and-run tactics in mind, taking the principles of your standard rail gun and seeking to improve handling and quick target acquisition. By exposing loaded shots to 4 surfaces instead of 2, AG Corp was able to expose loaded shots to the same levels of magnetic force propulsion as a Bi-Rail design, but at only half the length. The kicker that was to tie it together was the swiveling base design using surprisingly advanced components that could bring the cannon to bare on any direction within 360 degrees horizontal and 180 degrees vertical. AG's theory worked well in the testing lab, but the use of non-standard rail sizes ironically led to the units downfall, as corporate greed reared its ugly head; the Cannon could only be maintained with proprietary rails, having built-in system locks if it detected incorrect alloy composition, or signs of cutter use. Combine the fact that AG execs pushed for 1 AG-2G rail to be priced completely with a single standard rail, and well you have a recipe for total flop. That was then however. This is now. And nowadays, the 2G Cree arms himself with is a heavily modified version, with each and every last bit of proprietary lock up software personally cut out and burned like the greed-riddled trash it was. He'll take whatever damn brand of rails he wants, cut them down to size, and use them to maintain the gun as he so desires.
Mobility Slot 1: Modded Girodyne SRB42 Sublight Engine: A piece of vintage hardware, thought of as a collector's items by old timers like Cree and as an obsolete piece of junk by the younger crooks. The SRB42 was once the premier primary engine of any and all individuals looking to stay two steps ahead of the law and one step ahead of the competition. Boasting impressive acceleration and reliability for its time, Cree has poured ample love and effort into restoring this piece back to its prime specs, and then pushing it even further beyond using modern advancements. Younger spacers may ridicule his choice when they recognize the older gear, but they'll be rendered speechless as he accelerates to top speed before they even finish, and proceeds to totally trounce their own as they try and catch up.
Mobility Slot 2: Duralek B287 Predator Thrust Array (2 slots): A state of the art array of supporting thrusters strategically installed throughout the Aeon Hawks body. The Predator line of products was designed for only the most daring, or foolish, of pilots and spacers, who desire a considerable boost to overall speed and an exceptional one to maneuvering capabilities, but actually possess the hair trigger skills to not become a blast scar on the nearest asteroid or capitol ship because of it. It operates by prioritizing power distribution only to those directional cones actually needed at a given moment, using a "dummy-relay" system to keep all others on standby without ever letting them cool below optimum operation temperature. This combined with an excellent acceleration rate allows for complex, decisive maneuvers on the fly, but also puts intense strain on a pilot's body inside due to shifting Gs.
Variable Slot 1: Xirca-Tech 1974 Inertia Buster: Another antique that was restored and brought up to modern snuff by Cree. Xirca-Tech is a now defunct corp from a long since past era in smuggling and crime. Though best known for producing life support, crew amenity, and strong-forces mitigation systems for military craft, just as many, if not even more, parts created by Xirca found their way in the hands of criminals everywhere. Though their underhanded dealings ultimately lead to the company being raided, its headquarters razed to the ground, and all official assets being seized by the Assembly, the name of Xirca lives on in the quality of it's products, even decades later. This particular peice is a complex system of Gryoscopic dampeners which form an integrated shell around an Interceptor's cockpit, effectively providing a barrier between pilots and the vast amount of shifting G forces generated during complex flight manuevers.
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Remi, Colony 6
"Let big grimm keep talking," The nopon proclaims, as a light brighter than the midday sun gathers in her barrel "Give him pleasure of wagging tongue one last time, before we cut it out his skull!"
Basic Attack on talking grimm.
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Remi, Colony 6
"Maybe no one bother to stop and ask if Grimm can talk because Grimm seem to have no problem murdering anything that move and isn't Grimm," The Nopon snarled, cocking Helios One as if it were a shotgun. "but big Beowulf right. Silent Monster, talking monster, it don't matter..."
With no small amount of force, she spun the blasting rod before slamming it into the ruined ground, cracking the earth as a massive torrent of fire erupted from it's barrel and flew into the heavens where it soon overtook the midday sun. Fire and brimstone began to rain shortly thereafter, as the Nopon leveled the weapon at the talking abomination.
"REMI WILL ENJOY PURGING YOU IN HOT FIYA, RELISHING YOUR DYING SCREAMS LIKE YOU DID WITH COLONY 6 HOM-HOMS!!!"
Activate Helios One weapon art, Corona Mass Ejection, on all enemies
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Arya
"Go insa-" Her eyes widened as the earlier implications actually dawned on her, "Oooooooh...understood."
Well that would've been a right shit show, had Natalie not have walked out when she did earlier. Fought off a damn assassin (well more like got her ass kicked by her), only to end up almost doing the bitch's job herself just a half hour later. Irony really did need to go die in a hole, sometimes. Hell, it could even share a ditch with the Church Cronies who'd sicced that psychopath on them to begin with.
"Yes, we'll be quite careful. Is that all, Mother Opium?"
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Remi, Vale 6-26, Exploring due north
The nopon kept her weapon at the ready, sweeping it's sight across the craggy landscape in several second intervals. She'd fallen unusually silent ever since the last battle, but this... It was more than just silence now. Her eyes had hardened much like the namesake of their color- Amber. Her plumage ruffled, bristling almost. The occasional ember could be seen fluttering through the air. It was a sight few saw, and those who ever had before would know the significance immediately.
Something here was incredibly wrong. She occasionally gazed up at the colony ramparts, as if expecting the unnatural calm of the area to break any moment...
"Friends," she called out, her tone matching the mask of nigh-paranoid focus that was now her face "keep weapons out, guards up. Remi think... this about to get very, very bad."
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Remi, Vale 7-26.
Exploring North towards Colony 6
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hmmm.... I do believe Tsidin will reroll
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Arya
Unsurprisingly, Arya had sprung to her feet and was at Natalie's side the moment she fell. Not that she'd been able to do much either way, considering well... what the fuck were you supposed to do when there was liquid metal crawling around under someone's skin? Like it or not, she was far outside of her element... and so with some reluctance, she'd backed away when Mother Opium had rushed forward, looking on as Nat slowly came to.
And somehow, she didn't seem any worse for wear when she did. Except for the spikes. The spikes that... she could now shoot from her hand apparently. Okaaaaay then, just another thing to put under the "Strange shit that is my life now" column. Though, truth be told... it reminded Arya of an old novel she'd salvaged from the library; some sci-fi thing where a bunch of machines that had gone haywire in the future travelled back in time to wipe out humanity. The damn robot that terrorized everyone was made out of liquid metal or some such bullshit, could shift forms to mimic people's appearances perfectly or form it's arms into blades...
Well, alright, maybe Natalie didn't really fit the whole metal chamaeleon aspect, but the arm blades were a definite match.
"Mother Opium," she began "What...exactly was that substance anyway? Where did you get it from?"
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RevenantSolomon"Don't listen to anything that comes out of his shit eating mouth, he's just trying to-"
"I know," The God of Lust underestimated both Solomon's control over his sister's designs and how nonchalant he would be about drawing the shards closer to himself. As he strafed closer the Shards broke off their previous attack patterns, each of them spinning in place like miniature saw blades as they rocketed for Swagger; any of those that missed the god himself simply shifted course and began to orbit around Solomon himself in a protective sphere of shredding death. All the while a repulsion field further served to keep the other mech at bay. It was hard to tell whether sully was pushing Revenant, or Swag himself away with it, but one way or another, the gap widened as Ragnarok returned to its master.
"Sully... wait, so soon....?" The AI could feel himself being blocked by a very familiar wall. Yet again. Except this time, it was the pilot himself doing it, instead of some actually god-like being such as Arcturus. With a heavy sigh, he gradually stopped resisting the push. It was what they'd spent what time before the match preparing for, he knew it would come eventually. Didn't stop him from dreading it though, "Are you sure?"
"Go," For a brief moment, it is all the response Asmodeus gets, as several of the shards orbiting the Revenant begin to coalesce , connecting themselves into a half-moon blade that looked as if someone had taken Ragnarok's full form and split it in two. "I'm done with this charade. But he asked the magic question. And ya know what? I just found the answer to it myself, not long ago. I got nothin' left to run from. Might as well share the answer."
"... just don't let a repeat of the last time occur." and like that, in barely the full span of a moment, the AI had left him, full control of the system now sitting in Solomon's hands alone.
Spoiler"You wanna know why I'm here?" He broadcasted into the arena, "Only person I ever tried to save is gone. Even when I knew she was headin' off to her destruction, I couldn't do anything to stop her. Cute that you think I could save anyone" A strange whir fills the arena. For once, its not coming from ragnarok... no, theres a crackle beneath it, a strange hum... "Couldn't knock any sense into her, convince her not to go. Couldn't let go once she was gone either. I'll tell ya why I'm here-"
T 15...
There's a deafening roar of thunder and static. The red accenting on Revenant flares up until it burns with the light a miniature sun, the air around Solomon distorting a rich and bloody red as ungodly levels of magnetic force pour forth. But the crimson comes not just from the decorative lighting, no. Hard as it was to see, the red coursed over every inch of his mech like some massive carpet of buzzing insects. Already there were cracks forming on the exterior.
In the same moment that burst of sound and static ignited, he gave his answer, blaring his mics at ear peircing volume as he exploded forward with such blinding force it wrecked the stone floor of the arena where he'd been standing. The storm of blade shards orbiting him enter an absolute frenzy, licking and tearing at anything they touch. The half moon blade he wielded extended outwards, slashing through the air with an arc that burned like celestial fire as it homed ever closer towards Swagger's chest. It wasn't the same type of blow he'd attempted against the Giant however, not by a long shot. No, no... this was... calculated, Cold, methodical. But the wrath threatening to boil the very air around him was nigh palpable, just underneath. Wrath tempered by grim determination, though for what... its anyone's guess.
"I AM HERE BECAUSE I'M FUCKIN' WEAK, BOYO. BECAUSE I'VE ALWAYS BEEN WEAK."
T14...T13...
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SpoilerName: Tsidin Ipa "Little Dragonfire"
Age: 21
Class: Rider Trainee>Wyvern Rider>Wyvern Hunter
Character Skill: Renewal
Class Skills: Baby's First Mount (Wyvern), Dismount, CantoPersonal Fault:
Electrophobe: [Suffers WTD when facing Thunder magic]
Personal Skills:
*Dragon's Might: [+2 STR when over 50% HP]
**Focus on the prey: [When both Tsidin and her opponent have no adjacent allies, +15 Hit]
***Sunder the Mountain: [When Facing an Enemy who is at full HP, +5% to "Peirce" chance]
Preferred Stats: Skill, Speed
Weapon Profs: Lances (E)>Spears (C), Lances (D)
Total Level: 1Level/Tier: 1
Base Stats: 330/330
HP: 18 (60%) [+1*2]
STR: 4 (50%) [+1]
MAG: 0 (-)
SKL: 4 (45%)
LCK: 2 (10%)
DEF: 3 (55%)
RES: 1 (55%) [+2]
SPD: 3 (50%)
Current Stats:
HP: 20 (60%)
STR: 5 (50%)
MAG: 0 (-)
SKL: 4 (45%)
LCK: 2 (10%)
DEF: 3 (55%)
RES: 3 (55%)
SPD: 3 (50%)
CON: 5
AID: 4
MOV: 4 (+1 while mounted)#A89098
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Arya
"Come on, Natalie, don't sell yourself short like that," Arya said, "When that girl burst into the kitchen behind me, you sprang into action before I could even so much as move. Even if you aren't sure how you did it, the fact is, you did something back there, and did probably without even thinking very hard. I don't think... no. I know I couldn't have held her off anymore at that point, if you hadn't stepped in when you did. You've got plenty of resolve, even if you don't think do.
Besides, her only tricks seem to be using that Scythe and lighting herself on fire. And we know she'll be back, that she won't stop until someone's dead. She had countless advantages here; seperated and defenseless targets, greater experience, the element of surprise... But she wasted all of those. She toyed with us, was so assured of her success she didn't take it seriously... until it came back to bite her. But by then it was already too late for her..."
She hesitated for a moment, gazing into those lavender eyes once again. There was an odd certainty to her expression, as she took hold of Natalie's hand "Think about it, Nat. This was her biggest chance at this, and she failed it with flying colors. If we're standing together when she tries again, if we're both actually prepared the next time... She might not get to limp away."
Curiously, she neglected to mention how she'd been too cowardly to end this whole mess already. Knew she should've grabbed that fucking scythe and taken the bitch down a peg when she had a chance, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....but fuck it. Her and Nat were both alive, and the bitch hadn't even roughed her up that much, all things considered. There was still plenty good chance to make sure Kindle got hers, in good time....
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"..." He stared at the two down below, not even aware that lenneth's own initiative was the only thing keeping their course steady. The winds were well this day, and bits of their conversation had easily carried upwards and out. Not all of it, but enough of the latter parts to make a bitter-sweet pang well in his chest. Part of him wanted to call out to the boy 'don't make promises you can't keep'. A large part of him, infact.
But even with everything that'd happened in this place, there was still some sliver of himself that knew he had no real right to interlope like that. The part that wasn't totally numb, that could still remember the old times as what they once were, instead of what they had become.
"Pfffffffffffffft" The mare glanced back him, letting her wing dip ever so slightly to the side.
"Huh...? Oh...sorry"
"Neiiiiiiiiiiegh!" The response garnered a glare from the steed.
"Yes, yes. you're right, you're right," he sighed.
"I'll stay focused from now... I promise"
She eyes him for a moment longer, before finally turning her gaze forward, satisfied.
"Hmph, now who's the one making promises he can't keep? Again."
J3, hold
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Arya
Aaaaaand guess who? What interesting timing....though the past day or two had a lot of 'Interesting Timings'.
"Oh uh... well I guess I can't blame you, really," Arya said, unusually sheepish. Her face was still flushed from the previous line of conversation, no doubt Natalie would notice "Before an hour ago, I would've brushed this whole thing off as insanity, too. But that Girl....what she was able to do...."
There is a grimace as she recalls Miss Bates. Never particularly liked her, but never had any real beef with her either. Even if she did though, not even the bitchiest of teachers she'd gone through would've deserved to be gutted and burned like that... like some mere animal. After a moment or two, she shakes her head, pushing the scene back down and trying to smile.
It's a thin, weak one. "Anyway... I'm glad you decided to come back. Mother Opium and I were just... talking about a few things."
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Grand Finale
((IE, Fights over kids))
Enma's attack proves to be fair more effective than at first apparent, breaking through what meager scraps are left of the man's protection. With a banshee like screech, the officer finally falls as the child ghost feasts upon his life force. Nothing but a shriveled husk of a person remains by the time Kino is able to call her sister off.
Mira's blade catches into the side of the Lahmu with ease, cutting from it a large swath of flesh and spattering an ink like substance on the earth. More of it spews from the wound as the creature shambles forward in desperation, striking at her unprotected face with unnatural, and unseen before, speed. Thin, spindly claws just barely manage to graze her dangerously close to the eyes, before she can bring her sword up once more, this time sundering the creature in twain. The two twitching halves fall prone to the earth, as the foul Ichor stains both Mira's wounds and her sword. It stings.
There is another ungodly burst of might as Navin descends upon the bel lahmu, flesh and viscera being torn asunder from the force of their meeting, and what is left of the foul creature scattering to the winds. Fire and Ichor. Blood as black as the gathering skies overhead. It coats Navin's hands; how long till it lies on his heart?
SpoilerIt is a question for later. No sooner than he finished the beast, the skies overhead turn to black pitch, Tama Vajra unfurling his leathery capes and issuing a deafening bellow that grated on the ears of all present, threatening oh so slightly to shatter the eardrum along with the body. Those with an inherent sense for all things magical felt the raw energies circulating around and through him- a quickly escalating signature, the mark of an old god returning to the throne...
A god whose herald was the twin chariots of thunder and lightning. Like Hailstones, it rains down from the heavens. A burst of sound, light, and fury here, another there, yet another over yonder- each and every one of them send the force of ages past reverberating through the flesh and bone of the party, quaking them just as much as it quakes the earth all around them. Earth flies in scorched chunks, Men and abominations scream alike. Blackened bones scatter through the chaos, before disintegrating into ash. Black haze overtakes the area, like the Miasma of a long forgotten devil. The acrid stench of burning ozone stings the nostrils of all who yet live.
Over the nigh rhythmic detonations, yet another noise can be heard. The noise of a Manic King,
"MahahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAA! YES! GROVEL LIKE THE SWINE YOU ARE! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" his cackles involuntarily raises the hairs on all necks still intact, the static and pop of electricity becoming ever more apparent as the air charges to palpable levels. Those with keen hearing would notice- the bolts always fall in the last syllable of the laugh...
"Stop..." The voice buried by the laugh is thin, tiny, almost nonexistent. The king continues in his manic rampage, the screams of ever more men filling the night.
Until the very energies that could once be sensed circulating through him halted. As easily as a hose which had been plugged, as the voice issued forth with the splendid wrath of a thousand suns,
"ESTEII ATA, JE SUBJE UVJUVI!"
His body began to disintegrate into twisting smoke. His cackle was cut short by the command. The Hymn had ceased, the power he sustained himself on... now rescinded. He let out a roar in protest, but it mattered not. Within moments, he was gone just as quickly as he'd been summoned. No sooner than the dark god was off the field, did the thick Miasma, the charged air, and the stench of ozone begin to dissipate.
And as the fog cleared, there was no shortage of men, skellington, and abomination alike lying upon the scorched and broken earth. Deep trenches, easily several meters long for each of them, had been wrenched into the soil, and craters of similar size dotted the clearing. The charred remnants of trees was scattered in among the dead and the destruction. A few small fires burned here and there. Some of the dead lay face down, arms reaching out towards the tree line, away from the party. Their mouths eternally transfixed in expressions of grim horror as their flesh burned.
Nothing could describe the expression of the Caller, as she surveyed the death. Though her fists clenched white- whiter than even the snowy porcelain her skin usually was, if it was even possible -and her entire being shook. She sighed in complete and utter disgust, eyes flaring like miniature suns- though she heavily suppressed it, the fury practically radiated off of her in waves. A fury surpassing even that of the Dark God who'd just laid waste to everything and everyone who hadn't been fighting under her command.
For not a single hair on any of the party's heads had actually been harmed. Raised, but not harmed.
"...It's over." She proclaims with all the gusto a woman dead inside can muster, not meeting any of their eyes. Without another word, she heads off towards the castle in the distance. The waves of palpable fury seem to follow her...
The Storm King, all the while, sits silent.
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"Massive amounts of energy, Ancient Artefacts?" A certain terror knight muses as he walks over, Armor clanking and... literal screams echoing in his wake- soft, muffled, almost as if ethereal beings were screeching just beyond the thin veil of life and death
"Hmmmm... perhaps this world has some facsimile of a Chaos Gate then. Along with men foolish, or insane, enough to bargain with whatever's on the other side..." He turned his sights on the transparent image of a man- still throughly convinced he was some sort of phantom in his mind, "Aside from artifacts or other ancient horrors, can you give us anything more specific about it's nature? Regardless, I'll be accompanying those who go to investigate. Something bodes ill here..."
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Remi, Vale 8-26
Basic attack on whatever enemy is still alive and has the lowest health
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Arya
"Oh? R-really?" Her face flushed a bit more "I'm glad to know he's doing well, then..."
Of course dad had totally called something like this at some point, didn't know why she was surprised. Maybe the mention of anything relating to home felt just a bit too... surreal given the events of the past 2 hours. She just hoped the old fox was actually taking care of himself; tended to work way too hard, rest too little, and that was when she was actually around to remind him. Always used to worry about him getting sick from it, even if she couldn't really recall it ever happening. That and she'd always been kinda scared he'd eventually stroke out if he kept pushing as hard as he did, as old as he was getting.
"And I will," She nodded once things turned back to Natalie. Her mind briefly debated mentioning what'd happened with Naya the other day, but it was probably better to let Nat do that herself... She also neglected to voice her oppinion that most of the staff probably just rolled over and let Nat do what she did in the past because they didn't feel like potentially angering the child of their boss.
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Arya
"Um, well..." Of course the conversation had come back to that. She didn't know what she'd been expecting really. Didn't make it feel any less awkward though, especially since she felt a subtle heat rising to her face. A small part of her considered trying to hide it, but she already knew it was useless, "She... she said it was me. I... never had any idea, all this time. She wanted to tell me how she felt, but... couldn't do it because she was afraid of what people would think. She wanted to try and change, because of it. But when she tried, things ended up going a bit differently than she planned- the girl she was trying to help took things the wrong way... started following her around, dressing like her, mimicking her. She was.... pretty certain all she'd accomplished was changing someone else into the type of person she was trying to stop being. And that's basically been leading to... everything else."
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Remmi, Vale 8-26
Basic Attack on whatever Grimm is still alive, with the Plains Slime taking priority.
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On 11/26/2017 at 6:34 PM, Clownpiece said:
Swag
As the finger blaster exploded in midair, energy coursed through Swagalicious's armor. Being aware that Sully used electromagnetism (it was pretty obvious) he put all of his temporary extra armor into electromagnetic shielding. This turned out to be a very smart choice as the EMP nearly instantly overtook his position and would have screwed him up bigtime.
"Not a shrink." Swag said. He dashed forward with blinding speed, stopping barely a meter away from the Revenant, and unleashed a barrage of pink lasers from his titty guns at his opponent's right arm. "I just know someone a lot like you. She's never been good at letting things go, I doubt you are either. But at least she knows how to keep her cool when there's something bigger at stake."
Solomon would've said something particularly nasty in response, had it not been for Asmodeus shifting the fields and sending them strafing away from the bazarro god. The lasers just barely managed to graze the side of the mech, though the moment they did a flare of green and blue erupted as the vast majority of the energy was dissipated. The aura surged over the whole of Revenant for a brief moment before flickering away again. And in it's place was a crimson one. Faint, so very, very faint, but still noticeable to the sharpest of eyes.
"Focus!" Asmodeus again ordered, "You saw that, didn't you? The moment it detonated..."
"The fucker's fast, but yeh. Not that fast... not initially, anyways. Even took the damn pulse right to the face like it was nothing. Big whoop, so the gaudy god has a few tricks up his sleeve? How surprising..."
The same moment Revenant had been launched away from the approaching God, half a dozen streaks of burning amber had roared towards Swag from across the arena, their prescence announced by thunderous bursts of sound and fury that reveberated all around. They were not the only ones however, as yet more bursts joined the chorus, and within moments half a dozen more joined them; the field was alight with streaks of metal, flying at speeds exceeding a railgun and burning red hot with friction on the air. Their paths unpredictable, their trajectories ever changing, all of them tore through the air like rabid dogs, turning right around for another pass when they failed to strike something and seeking something else to shred along the way.
The whine of Ragnorok's shards was like the call of an infernal machine, hungry for blood and sacrifice, and in their ferocious onslaught, they were like a storm of death.
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Stellio
Stellio, upon the AI's (though in all honesty, Stellio just assumed the man was some sort of bizarre phantom. Wouldn't be the first time he'd met one or the last, most likely) inquiry, related to Orion the gist of the groups purpose- how they had been recruited by mysterious benefactors who hoped to prevent worlds from being destroyed by quite literally unimaginable creatures who fed on creation itself like a cancer feeds on the body. He had also briefly explained how they had just departed from one such world when they had received the message that brought them here.
Before long however, the ghost merged back into one, and the insufferable voice of a certain golem called from down the hall (Or close enough to a Golem that Stellio just shrugged it off). As some of the others moved to examine the workshop revealed before them, Stellio had done the same. And so it was that in a few minutes, he'd found himself a peice of scrap steel and began to gather his focus, practicing the very same weave spell he'd taught the divine being...
Spoiler(23 v 9) Success!
Quality: 17 woo.
Stellio successfully imbues the scrap steel with dark elemental energy, without butterfly wings! Effects: Removes the butterfly wing clause of Mana Weave
Gains: 1x Dark Steel Scrap
New Trick Text:
Mana Weave (Trick): The user gathers Mana and attempts to weave it into the structure of an object, creating an enchantment on it. Stellio however, is a bit rusty after several years, and well... look, it's a start okay?
Level 1: [Using a craft roll, Stellio may attempt to weave Mana into an object's structure in order to create an enchantment over it. Due to being out of practice however, at the moment he has only recalled enough to manage enchanting handheld items with.... a set of glowing, pink, fully-functional butterfly wings they can use to flutter about aimlessly and unintelligently.]
Level 2 (trained): [Practice has paid off. Stellio can now do enchantments other than pink butterfly wings.]
"Hmph, still got it afterall..." The knight finally lowers his hands and drops the torrent of mana he channeled, satisfied at the end result. It was a very simple enchantment he'd tried, the same as last time, and lo and behold, there'd been no snags with this one. The scrap steel pulsed with a steady, lavender glow, the outer edges of it's form bathed in a black aura that seemed to suck in nearby light for the purpose of boosting the ominous radiance of it's own. It probably would've made a half decent weapon, but sadly he was no smith... though
"Oi, you there!" he called out to the... strange rodent weasel thing that stood atop one workbench. As far as he knew, the little bugger had showed up at some point during the fight (it'd been hard to tell for certain given well... it was a brawl against madmen. And this was stellio one was talking about...) "Hail, traveller, don't think we've met, but I saw you during that engagement. You seem more fit to engineering than I; might you have any interest in enchanted steel? It's more than served my purposes already."
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