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  1. "Don't think you've been forgotten over there," the knight responded to the other prisoner "I meant what I said just now... now hold still, this shouldn't take but a moment." L15, Break Prisoner A's Chains!
  2. Light, fire, sound, and fury all rode as brothers in that fateful blast. Light found his mount unwilling, and his path blocked by the insurmountable walls of fate, but the other 3 continued on, and on, thundering a righteous path straight into Lucille's eardrum- louder than any gunshot, louder than any other expulsion of raw, unbridled energy she'd ever experienced. The raw agony started in her eardrums before slithering insidiously through her head. All at once, her hearing flared like a city on the eve of destruction, silhouetted by the bloom of nuclear fire, and her other senses
  3. "You have a fair point, aye..." The knight nods as he sheathes the weapon "as for the angel and the light, well... from what I've experienced so far, there seems to be no shortage of mana flowing through this world, just as with mine. I see no reason why a Divine creature wouldn't be able to possibly... recreate the processes used in my home, if they knew of similar methodology." With that said, he rose from the small chair- it was barely even a chair, really, just a small wooden slab that barely came up to his shin, with four legs supporting it -and looked at Aquila expectantly,
  4. "Hmmm, I see you lot were up to quite a bit as I explored, then..." the knight said "As for the sword- it's been enhanced by the arcane. In my world, there is a substance which flows freely, fills the air and everything else that is or might be- we call it 'Mana'. Most folks, those who don't take up killing for a living, they'll go their whole lives only knowing the faintest bit about the stuff, only ever hearing it in passing or on the odd occasion. Even as it constantly flows through their bodies like water does through a sieve. Then.... there are others. Those who actively study
  5. The knight's face is stoney and unreadable for a few moments, as he simply stares at Aquila. Eventually though, he finally sighes, shaking his head. "Do try not to become compulsive with it," he said, "It may seem like a wise idea in the moment, but looting it will be pointless if we already have too much to carry; this brig, arcane or not, is likely to only have so much space in it's armory. And with this smithy dead and cold as it is, it will be a while before anyone can begin melting down any excess into something useful... speaking of which-" He took his blade from it'
  6. Toss the Heal(30/30), the Barrier(11/15), and the Vulnerary(3/3) into the convoy Buy the Mend-200, and the Energy Ring-500, for Maya Use the Energy Ring on Maya Take the Heal (30/30) back out of the convoy
  7. "Alright...." Already she went to work weaving her way through the many intricacies of the cells she could sense still floating all around the chamber- this time would be different, she told herself. She'd figured a thing or two since her attempt, had some time to think it over, taken notes on why and how she'd failed before. Perhaps she'd been going about it all wrong... maybe instead of trying to act like an outside force pulling them together.... She had to condition one of her bonds to seem like it was one of them, like it was... a core. imitate the very thing the cells were p
  8. Stellio had, rather disappointedly, finished his scouring of the armory by the time Aquilla appeared. He tossed the hammer, wrench, and hand-held whetstones on the anvil as he nodded to the other man... and actually noticed the armor "What in the goddamn are you wearing, man?" he asked rather bluntly as he looked the suit up and down. It seemed like some...gaudy fusion of armor not too unlike what they had back home, meshed with all manners of foreign elements that looked they'd been....no...they didn't. Stellio shook his head, of course they had. He didn't know why he was surprise
  9. In the moments that passed, Lucille took the time to think, reveiw the past few hours, specifically those they'd spent on this world, short as it'd been compared to everything else. As she did though, it didn't take long for her to begin sensing something familiar, something she'd brushed very close with during her studies on the battlefield. "W-wait..." she called to Harry and the others just as they began to consider torching the place "That.... might not be nessacary. I can try to control any ambient cells still floating in the room- made a few attempts earlier, but.... didn't rea
  10. Turn 1 Ghost uses her hand razors to make a concealed strike on Officer B! She induces a Spatial Rend in the process, adding her raw magic ability to the attack and slashing up the soldier for [32] Damage, ignoring res! (27 v 21) The officer feels something hot and wet begin to drip down his side, and realizes he’s bleeding! Victoria uses some old fashioned tactics, boosting Walmond and Lambda’s Init by 9! Aurora fires a few golden strands of light at Officer B! (25 v 20) They pierced his flesh like butter, causing the knight to yelp in a very unmanly manner. Soon enough h
  11. "Yes, indeed you did. It wasn't forgotten, nor did it go unappreciated- in fact, I do thank you for that, at the least. But so far it seems myself and my fellow prisoners have been spilling the lion's share of guard blood. Besides, what does my, or any, of our opinions matter to you- you hold most of the card's here, afterall, you made quite sure of that.... you control the past, through the secrets you've scrounged up about each of us, the present with the opportunity you've given us here, and you might as well hold the future as well, given the fact of those other two. Do not make
  12. "I...I can try..." the girl answered, not quite sure herself. It.... it should be relatively though, right? She didn't need to bind them right afterall, simply poking at.... the abomination taking over maybe-sorta-kinda friend would be enough to start off. If Soma was still anywhere near the helm in there, she simply wouldn't even pick it up... or so lucille assumed, the other girl wasn't sensitive to this stuff like she or Proditor was, to her knowledge. Mavens knew what manner of fuckery and biological changes had occurred within her by now... For all I know, maybe the Ar
  13. The knight's voice echoed nearby as he approached the prisoners... "Guards? What guards, man? all I see here are the corpses of disgraced failures..." he idly jabbed his lance in the direction the group had come from, letting it sweep over the vista of death and destruction they'd wrought. Even the weapon itself was still coated in the gore of the men he'd slain "Sure, they seem big and bad, when they're beating you into the dirt... but once the field is leveled, the truth becomes painfully clear. These fools have grown too complacent, they lack the competence to put down even as sma
  14. "Soma? What-" she didn't bother to finish the thought. It was literal child's play to trace her bond to the chameleon she'd entrusted to the other girl, and the creature had been all too able to show her his perspective from a desk somewhere, peering through a large window at... At something lucille didn't even begin to know how to describe. It seemed like others had already moved in, and whatever had happened, for now it seemed.... contained. She had the beast focus on the creature frozen in place, and the nigh instant recognition in the creature's mind of the one who she'd told it t
  15. "Any of it?" She seemed to almost talk it as a challenge, really. A hand was raised, a fist clenched, and the skin began to ripple, ever so slightly. And then that hand was gone, leaving nothing but shimmering air as the very waves of the light spectrum were bent, bowed, and broken. And then her arm followed, and her shoulder, until she decided that was enough. There'd been a brief signal from her, an internal pulse that had carried over the network of the many pieces of her mind. And from one part in particular, there came a response, a flare of repeated impulses that seemed to beam
  16. "...." Silence. Pure and simple. He would've felt something though, just beneath the surface. But unlike the last time- whatever emotion it was, it was fainter by at least several orders of magnitude, comparable to a faint murmur among a storm of static, or muffled movement in some backroom with a locked door. A door which guarded the way to something that should not be let free, or even gazed upon for that matter. It was ancient. It was subtle. It was the tip of the iceberg. And in the brief few moments that the impulse lasted, it became clear that it was not Lucille herself.
  17. "What principles do 'Psionics', function exactly?" the girl responded almost immediately, " I mean... this isn't exactly the first time I've talked to someone like this, so I presume it has at least something in common with how I use my Bonds. But, from what I can tell, your shape isn't even touching the floor right now... and all I can manage to do with them is give instructions to anything that can't rationally think for itself, tow them around on invisible leashes-" There was a sudden disruption in the link, as Lucille almost tumbled to floor. She felt a familiar weight walking
  18. So, I heard you guys like Maids from hell? What, you don't? Huh.... well too bad. Because this reserve character is a maid from hell STRATOS RESERVE CHARACTERS: Avalon, the Devil's Handmaid Blank Loadout
  19. "Ethereals?" Not a race she'd heard of, but that wasn't surprising by this point. She had been about to think of another question, when her attention momentarily had lasped, and her senses focused on the confrontation between Arminius and Mirri. Even if they'd been whispering, she'd still have picked them up with little effort- the volume they discussed their little spat however, was practically like a beacon to her. It all had something about.... Testing and a high chance of death? Power? Apparently there was an offer to try and become like the two men they'd met earlier... and it carried it'
  20. Finals are engaging on all fronts at this moment. But rest assured, once the battles are over, a sheet for this will rise from the ashes...
  21. "Oh....uh, sorry about that..." The girl responded sheepishly... "was just...testing something out, it.... it worked a bit better than I expected. And no, I don't think we have either, I'm Lucille. Um.... is there a particular reason why you're not a fan of fire?" she paused for a moment, considering the size of the Ethereal's sonar blip compared to literally everyone and everything "also... what exactly... are you? You're way to tall to be a normal human... and your frame definitely isn't wide enough to be some type of giant..."
  22. Lucille jumped as the sudden scolding echoed through her skull, falling back on the floor unceremoniously. She listened around the room, trying to find the source of the accursed noise which hath no volume control, only to find that despite how fuck all loud it was, she could picked nary hide nor hair of an echo. There wasn't even a subtle vibration through the floors or walls suggesting frequencies too high for even her to detect, and in all honesty she wouldn't have trusted them even if there were. Whoever spoke those words, they definitely weren't a hyper pitched child... "What,
  23. Lucille listened to the conversations, but did not request anything herself. Finding an empty spot- which was exceedingly empty given the room was barren -she went to work on her staff. Not the one Parias had given her, but rather the boring, simple quartz one she'd been using for so many years. From what testing she'd already done with Soma outside, the Cane had far more potential, and it would be easy enough to transfer its most important traits over. All she had to do was take out the crystal from it's setting, and once it was free she began to chant, as her hands once more searched the Can
  24. "Lucille...." was all lucille introduced her with, no description of what she could do, nothing to add to what the others had already said, not even a surname. Even if the rest of them had apparently abandoned all idea of trying to lie their way through until they could reveal everything, she remembered last time. Plus she'd heard mentions of databases and heard one of the natives communicating over telecommunications earlier- chances are this world had enough intelligence gathering devices to know what she did, much like the PRT.... well no, not like the PRT. She still felt their
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