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It had, yet again, been an utter whirlwind. One moment, he was turning to thank her, and just like that, the Arrow found her, and then... then... Him. "HEEERMIIIN!!!" but it was too late. even as he shouted her name, the world held it's slow motion. Though he moved fast as he could, it was still nowhere near enough, as the vagabounds axe came crashing into her. Nowhere near enough as the damn pirate sneered with his ratty little grin, her blood still glistening on his edge. And in that brief moment, as she fell to the deck, the two of them locked eyes. And the -
The towering figure towards the edge of the group put his hand to the hilt of his blade, as the plans were made. He had said nothing thus far, nor done much of anything, really, to even give away his presence, had one not been idly looking around already and simply caught him there... watching. Despite the sweltering heat, he somehow didn't seem that bothered, moving as swiftly and comfortably in his armor as one might expect from a large man wearing full plate. His attention turned to the man with the strange, otherworldly mask who had spawned the poison cloud, as black Damasc steel slid from
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While the other ones in the group ran off and began to... banter in the distance, the knight glanced back to their roguish benefactor, his expression unreadable, "I'm inclined to agree with the boy," he said, "afterall, it's easy for you to stand there and just say 'leave them'. You haven't been forced to live as a slave for the past all these months. You haven't seen your family or companions worked to death and their bodies discarded like broken tools. Nor have you seen the type of sicknesses that occasionally tear through your fellow workers and leave even more bodies in
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Aight, time to give a neglected franchise from much needed love... behold, a wild secondary appeared! Stellio Kontos Blank Loadout sheet:
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By the time the others had split off to pursue the ones involved in the altercation, Lucille was still at a general loss as to what had happened- from what she had gathered though, the same moment her head had finally been pulled out of the clouds, some display of power had gone down, from the static pop, the choking breaths, and the odd... sensation she had picked up. Like something she had never felt before, mixed in with all the wrath the woman's voice had held... the two feelings had been... interwoven, almost. So palpable in the air she could've sworn that if she'd tried, she may have bee
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There is trepidation on the soldier's faces as yet another volley of attacks is prepared by the party. Gone is their discipline, gone is their tenacity. Their brethren are all dead, their commanders, all dead, the constructs they had relied on for backup, crumbled, naught but dust littering the war torn earth. The might they faced from the outworlders... it was beyond any they had faced from the Asterlux forces before, and it had utterly annihilated them from root to stem. Screams of Terror fill the night air as nigh simultaneously, they come to the agreement that this war is not worth their l
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Lucille had remained silent, following the events of the lab. The noise of the city and the gawking crowds were just that- noise. Noise that for the most part, she ignored, even as it served as the closest thing to a sun she'd ever known in a world of perpetual darkness, shedding a great and inescapable metaphorical light upon the landscape stronger than any individual sound could've mustered. The entire area for blocks around mapped itself out in her mind practically unbidden as followed at the tail end of the group. Noise wasn't what occupied her however, it was all in the background, just s
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"I...see..." Lucille said. Rather than elaborate further, she moved to one of the empty counters around the room, the cats following in tow, one of them, the black furred male named Do, snatching up a peice of iron as he did so. Whatever she was doing, she seemed to be too entranced to bother explaining, taking a peice of charcoal from her garbs and going to turn on the table top, hand moving with nigh frightening speed and precision. Despite her lack of sight and her illiteracy, she seemed to have no problems whatsoever writing countless symbols and calculations at savant like speeds, the exa
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"Lenn-" "..." he almost, almost let her name escape his lips, but caught it just at the last possible second, not daring to risk the chance, no matter how small, superstitious, and asinine, that by so much as uttering the mere name of the last living being in this world he- apparently -still had left, he would condemn her to a fate beyond his power to intervene in, just as the all the others had suffered, just as all the others had been robbed of their lives and their very souls by the fires of this hell. How she had survived the chaos of that night was beyond him, he'd be
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He ground his teeth, as he attempted to ignore the constant "perversion" jokes, grinding his nerves though they did. Well, if she was coming with them, at least she wouldn't be total dead weight, if what she claimed to know was true. Mercadier turned to the rogue, eyes.... not quite ornery, but nowhere near as amiable as when the man had broken them out of the cells and given his offer either. The expression he'd seen plastered on his mug earlier was one he had grown all too familiar with, a few times over the years, and not once had it ever led to anything good. How long before whatever power
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She had shifted mental states almost as soon as they entered the lab, and almost instinctively, she found herself drawn to the various patterns all around. The cats toured the place idly all the while, with the girl occasionally jacking into their eyes and actually seeing the place in addition to her sound maps. Using both their vision and her own sense for the various esoteric properties of the machines, she made her way around to some of the more complex ones, where the sense picked up the strongest signatures... and she sensed that: Could these machines, or at the very least,
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"Huh... all this tinker stuff reminds me of back home," Lucille idly commented after they were kicked out rather unceremoniously. Yeah, she could definitely see why the woman had done it, Mavens know what the hell some of the others had answered on the forms. "Except for the part about none of their stuff working if their not around... not being comprehensible or maintainable by normal people sounds about right though. Who knows, maybe it may have a few more similarities. And it's not like what I do is even all that impressive where I come from-" That was, of course, at least parti
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His eyes narrowed at the sarcasm, but having seen no tell-tale shadows or heard the breath or shuffling feet of men lying in wait, he slowly lowered his weapon. "Funny." he replied as dryly as a desert land in mid-summer "but I suppose if this was a trap, they've certainly taken too much sweet time to make any sense... and you're a bit too much of a smartass to simply be a mere pawn-" "..." Silence. Just pure and utter silence from him. He saw the logic in it, he knew that if they were not going to kill her, they would need to take her in order to eliminate l
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His stance did not falter, and his lance did not lower. But it did not surge forward either, despite a very big part of himself screaming to do it, that one more dead would not make a difference in their escape, that they had it coming, for the crimes that had been collectively committed here. A part that with no small amount of self-restraint, he managed to quell. But he did not silence it entirely, as he strained to see into the hall behind the woman. "Well well, seems the Help has stumbled on us, rather than retinue of guards we were expecting..." "Or are the
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The knight whirled on his heels as the door opened, spear in hand and body automatically assuming combat stance. Whatever he might've been thinking, whatever absolute disgust rose within him as he bore witness to the rogues ungodly sneer creeping ever closer to the mania that power brought, he put it aside... for now. Instead, he let fury wash over him, the same fury as before, the fury that was so cold, it burned his very core, turned his fingers to ice as they clutched that slim spear. Once more, his eyes were alight with the crimson fire of death, but this time thei
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"Someone of my occupation was bound to make many friends and enemies, in high and low places alike. I doubt you would've needed to look that hard to find out about the Ryder Company. Makes me wonder though, just how far back your little background checks extended...." His eyes flashed ever so briefly as he spoke, simultaneously gauging the Rogue's Reaction to it, if there was any at all. Countless men had seen the same sight before their ends, hell, the guards out in the halls just now had only been the latest arrivals to that sad party. Those who survived or fled.... well they seldom kept qui
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That name... it was one he'd heard before, long, long ago. Back when the names of the various powers that be within high society were still forced down his throat on a practically daily basis, among other pieces of knowledge. It was ironic, really, much of what they'd taught him had proven utterly worthless out in the real world where it mattered, but a few of some of the more basic things had come quite in handy. The knowledge that this conjurer here indeed had quite strong ties where it mattered most, being chief among them right now. "Hmph...Zentillin. A very uncommon
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There had been now ceremony, no preamble, and no fanfare as the commanding officer died. As Mercadier had declared, this would end now, and indeed it did. His eyes glimmered once more, and much like the swordsman, he surged forward like an approaching storm, and his lance connected with the man's body like a bolt of thunder. Somewhere, a jewel was shattered, and with it the man's kneecap was smashed with the brutal force of the knight's strike, sending the oh so "superior" recruit to the floor in mere moments. And as he lay there, Mercadier gave one flourishing whirl of his lance, before he tr
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"This ends. Now." D6, Skewer the Recruit
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"Much appreciated," the knight replied, taking the vial from the boy and letting a small amount of the concoction drip into the rent flesh of his shoulder. He restoppered it before handing it back to Takeshi, and before the wound had even fully closed, He had already launched himself with vicious precision towards the enemy swordsman. This time though, he wielded the lance more like a staff, bringing the blunt end around to smash the poor fool's ribs in. F5, snap a few of Initiate C's ribs
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"Keiser..." in the same instant he spoke the deadman's name, he launched forward, body tensed like a pouncing tiger. Within mere moments, he'd closed the distance between them. His lance flourished with a brief spin before it's head leveled itself with the journeyman's heart, letting the momentum of the Knight's leap carry it on... G5, Skewer the Journeyman
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His eyes glimmered once more as the swordsman charged. Every little movement the swordsman made, every little flaw in his approach and his very being, every seam in reality itself, unfolding like a starmap before the dour knight, each vital area a major celestial body in the heavens, each connection between said vital areas like the constellations and orbits. They were, all of their correspondences, gleaming jewels of heavenly light before his eyes, and if even a single one of them was shattered, the others would surely feel the resounding ripple that would be born of the destruction.
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"Been a long time since I've seen that type of technique..." Mercad muttered beneath his breath, far toolow for anyone not immediately adjacent to hear. There was more to the boy than there appeared, that much was obvious. Oh how much his little display had reminded him of one of Keiser's arrows, crackling with light, burning flesh and armor on impact like a miniature sun.... but now was not that time. So long had passed, since the day they entered this hell together. Too long. His body, it still recalled the fervor of combat, but it did not respond with the same speed and ferocity
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"Well, so you're behind all these oddities, then..." the knight muttered. Unlike his cellmates, he didn't really care what type of magic the man wielded; it was quite hard to ever find reason to fear the arcane when your mount dampened it's power so heavily. He'd seen it all before, in one form or another. "I don't know who you are or how you set this up, but I don't really care either..." "This isn't how I ever expected to break out of here, but it's probably better than anything I could've put together. You had me sold as soon as you mentioned going after Nox."
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"Perhaps..." he answered, "the work has only gotten harder, if anything, and naturally some aren't going to be able to keep up. Seeing a few newly empty cells at the end of a day isn't that surprising... though it is odd they'd let this much space go to waste. The last outbreak was months ago, and even then, they were pretty quick to fill up the vacant spots... once they got the corpses cleared out and burned."