GodofGamingRWBY

Grima Just as the swords vanishes, Grima had flipped her coin into the air, still not paying attention to it as her hand waited for it to fall back down. She only noticed she was doing the act when, instead of a coin, a dagger falling hilt first into her hand, causing her to tilt to the side in surprise. But, before she could voice her surprise, Princess began to explain why she gave her the dagger, causing Grima to nod, slipping the dagger through once of her pant's belt loops, seeing as she didn't have actual pockets, "Makes sense, wouldn't want to bother you too much" she commented as she walked around the table, just as the portal was created, "I'll make sure to say hello to Lord for you, and Princess... Wait" Grima paused, turning to Princess before she stepped through the portal, "I don't think we ever actually introduced ourselves before. I'm Grima, Hansen" she pointed out, placing a hand on her collarbone as she actually introduced herself.

Walmond Healing Field again, himself, Lambda, Empi, Isobel, and Masako, healing them all for 2d4+9 damage each, although Lambda is healed by half. Lambda takes a basic defensive action. Lambda will intercept the first attack to target Walmond. Action List

Grima At Princess's explanation, Grima nodded, giving all of her attention despite the fact that she was both taking another drink, and how she had mindlessly pulled out a coin, beginning to flip it between her fingers rapidly. It was better than accidentally stealing something without thought, at the very least. "I see. He sounds like a great man" she commented at the end, still flipping her coin as she leaned back into her seat, "My apologies for prying, I just get a bit curious sometimes" Grima added, repressing a slightly wistful sigh. Wouldn't that be nice, to have someone stand up for you when you were in under attack, even if you didn't need it. Grima couldn't even begin to imagine what that was like, she was always the type of girl that faded into the background, that no one really cared about until something happened. Some people cared now, at the very least. ... But that was a thought process for another time. "By the way, Princess, how long do you need before you're able to do that little trick of yours again?"

Tomb As Brigitte prepared to assault the door once more with her abomination of a weapon, one that only an insane individual could appreciate, Sam began playing his tune to drown out the laughter. While it took a bit, the voices began to die out, replaced by silence except for his magic Marked Door As DVS approached, the zombie let out another groan, this one with a bit more ‘life’ to it as it kept walking. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, it rushed forward, dragging its sword across the ground before slashing upwards at the wrestler. As that happened, several lights began to flare to life, brightening the room further, revealing seven other bodies getting up and dragging themselves towards the group, each with various bloodied weapons. Kali, however, just continues to play her music, building up her magical power. Battle Combatants Current Theme: Thee Oh Sees

Mira "Yes, but..." Mira began, before shrugging, "Fine, we can go for Trick first, then Brave" she agreed, folding her arms again at Lyra continued to ask her questions... Until she turned her curiousity back to the group, eliciting a sigh from the mercenary, "What you see with me is what you get. I can take the brunt of attacks and deal with whatever I need to" she explained simply, barely moving from her spot.

"From the inferno of change, shining with the blazing light of hope, the angel of the sun descends onto the field to grant you blessings! Radiate in the grandeur of Reeve Von Anextra Poly- Hey! Get back here, I'm not done with my speech!"

Mira Once the hologram sprung to life on the table, Mira shifted her attention to the CFWs, narrowing her eyes at both Brave and Trick. On one hand, there was Brave, a giant mech capable of smashing shattering buildings easily. Not too much of a problem, and then there was Trick, far more animalistic than both Judge and Brave. There was also Magic, but it didn't appear as if they could deal with her just yet. For the best she supposed, take out her backup before going for her specifically. "CFW Brave seems to have the higher capacity for destruction. It would probably be for the best that we eliminate him first, before we eliminate Trick" she commented after the demonstration. Both were threats, obviously, but in a prioritizing sense, but Brave seemed like the more threatening target as of now.

Grima "Sorta expected that" Grima admitted, "I was just wanting to ask about that man in the photo... Your husband?" Grima began, pausing for a second before quickly adding, "I don't need to know everything, I was just curious as to he was" she added, bringing up a hand as she did so. She realized too late that it was a pretty insensitive question, but the floodgate had already been opened. Might as well see where this new wreck went.

Freya "Really? Huh" Freya replied, thinking for a second, "I guess I'm not surprised. If that's the case, I'm not really sure why my father never let me go to them" she commented, before quickly disregarding her thinking, "Anyway, the best I've gone to is family get-togethers. It was a pretty big family, and we treated it like a big event, so I guess it was our version of a festival. We didn't have big games though, it was mostly just talking and catching up, pretty boring most of the time, but not bad" she explained, remembering the times where she wasn't treated like a black sheep to the rest of society. Simpler, happier times, they were. "Hm... I'll have to check out what is for sale here. Maybe I can get some stuff from here" Freya continued without a beat, thinking on the matter. It probably wouldn't be much, but there was someone who had gotten a hold of magic, so there was probably something helping him do so. Or not, who knows.

Grima "Well, you weren't entirely wrong" Grima admitted, "But thank you, I'm just hoping everything turns out fine as well" she quickly added, knowing deep down that, considering the circumstances, things would most likely turn out the opposite of fine. Still, it was good to have a bit of hope. Regardless, she picked up her glass again, taking another sip before putting it back down, "I'll be honest, I don't actually know what Queen's father was like. I've never been that good with keeping up with the history of the gods. But... Actually, may I ask a question of my own, Princess?"

Freya With a sort of frustrated/half hearted groan, Freya sunk ever so slightly at Aquila's response, "Yeah, I guess" she mumbled. Clearly, she was wanting to get inside as soon as possible. However, as fast as her downer mood came, it was gone as she perked back up, "You know, I've never actually been to a festival before. At least not big ones like this. What's normally at things like this?" she asked, before pausing, "... Well, roughly, since this is another place and all that, I don't think everything would be the same, and obviously the exact reasons... Are... Yeah" Freya continued, trailing off near the end as she realized she was rambling.

Azgrurk "FINALLY, A BIT OF PEACE AND QUIET" Azgrurk muttered, louder than he should've, as he stomped onto the Weatherlight. He honestly needed his Boyz back. It would offer a good distraction from all this. ... But, he wasn't about to just throw some of his Boyz in a place that didn't seem hostile right now. Boredom started to screw with the chain of 'command', and he couldn't have that right now. Later, maybe. Regardless, Azgurk kept stomping through the ship as he made his way to the storage area. After his own tank got crushed, he needed to start working on some other quality Orky shootaz/choppaz.

Platinum While Platinum was tempted to ask if the two had found anything, but considering she had only been gone for several minutes, it was unlikely. Patience was a virtue, and if they had found anything, they would've told her. Or, Aker would've, Aislin might accidentally tell her something important. At the very least, they weren't arguing with each other anymore. Either way, Platinum sat back down in the seat she had picked up, flipping it open once more as she began to browse through it.

Sceleratis "... I see" Sceleratis replied, her finger tapping the hilt of Folkvangr a few times before she rolled her shoulders, "I don't have much of an idea myself, but I know that this is some kind of... Alternate world of sorts... Like some messed up afterlife" she explained herself, still staring at the castle in the distance, "However, I don't have a clear idea on how everything works. But... So far, all I've gotten is bad feelings. Like from that" Scel continued, pointing to the castle as she did so. And then, with that, she finally turned back to Mayu, cold and hardened determination set in her eyes, "So, because of that, I want to make an offer with you, Mayu. An offer of alliance, both for mutual protection, and as my... Apology for earlier."

Tomb As soon as the hand slammed into the ground, a small bat slipped from its grasp, fluttering away in panic. But, before the hand could lift itself from the ground, Sam’s wave of energy hit it, causing it to convulse for a second and rear back, a chorus of agonizing screams erupting from the wall, drowning out the cymbals. And that was before Brigitte’s sword hit. Once it did, the results were immediate. While the hand didn’t seem otherwise bothered by Sam’s attack, the sword and its holy flames cleaved the hand in two, a new eruption of blood pouring from the two halves as they quickly dissipated, the screams of agony continuing to increase in intensity until it just about filled the entire room. Then, as soon as the dissipating hand returned to the wall, it stopped, being replaced by a chorus of laughing children. Marked Door Soon after the two insulted the demon’s choice of interior decoration, one of the bodies lying on the ground twitched, their arm beginning to move and push the rest of their body off of the ground. However, thanks to the sudden glowing red veins, it was clear that it wasn’t a miracle that someone survived, compounded by the fact that when it got to its feet, bloodied eyes stared back at the group. Nope, it seemed that the demons were making new toys out of corpses. Groaning, the body bent down to retrieve a weapon, a rusty sword, before beginning to trudge over to the group. At least, at first, all it did was trudge, but as it continued, its stance got more and more straight, as if discarding the stiffness from laying down for who knows how long. Judging by the rapidly increasing sounds of groans and rattling of chains, it was clear that the rest of the ‘demons’ were beginning to wake up as well, two already beginning to rise from the same pile the first came out of. Battle Combatants Current Theme: Thee Oh Sees

Mira As per usual, Mira stands off more to the side, arms folded as she stood in silence. She would've asked for more information on the other "CFW"s, but right now that was being taken care of. She'd inform of the... Well, strange occurrence with Judge, namely his arm, but only when the other things were taken care of. Better to let Histoire be satisfied with the good news before hitting her with the bad parts.

Proditor "I see" Proditor replied simply, floating behind the group as they advanced, listening closely to the story being recited. It wasn't much, merely what seemed like a mourning for a lost soul, one who died from an illness. It didn't explain anything more than itself, however. Nothing so far did. But, when the group reached the end of the hallway, Proditor stopped himself, staring at the grey house in front of them. The note was of interest, but it... Almost seemed like someone was expecting them. The sounds coming from within helped that conclusion. "... If there is any talking needed, I believe I would be the best suited for it" he commented as Jun crept into the building, his voice selectively speaking to only the group.

Walmond & Lambda "Dammit..." Walmond growled as Lambda pulled back from the recent flurry of projectiles, the green magic from her recent spell fading away. There was simply too much or her to counteract, which meant that yes, she was going to have to take offensive measures into her own hand. As for Lambda, she was content with keeping back, trying her best to maneuver the sea of stars... At least, she would be having an easier time of doing it, if she wasn't constantly being distracted. First, it was by Empi again, shouting tips on how to flirt at Lambda, causing her to divert her attention for a split second to tilt her head in confusion. Why would she need to know how to flirt? She was a defense/serving robot. She had no reason to flirt, not with other individuals, nor with Walmond. Maybe it could be nice, but there wasn't a point. ... She was getting distracted, on flirting of all things. Readjusting her focus, Lambda turned to... Isobel, who was approaching again with another poppy. Immediately, Lambda recognized the event, she was going to heal Walmond. So, naturally, she began extending her arm, making it easier for Isobel to get to her target. Only to be pushed back, raising an arm and waving it in panic when Isobel shoved the poppy into her face. Once it had left her face, Lambda brought her free hand, brushing off the remnants of the poppy before shaking her head and giving Isobel a confused look. At least, for a second, until she was forced to finally redirect her focus on Marisa, her shields once more extending after their brief repairs. For Walmond, she had been preparing her electricity magic for her attack, before nearly being thrown off when Lambda suddenly panicked. Looking up, she saw that it was due to Isobel's appearance, doing her own healing with Lambda. Such a reaction was... Surprising. It shouldn't happen, since that was a reaction of something... With... Sentience. Marking that for later, Walmond turned to Marisa, snapping her fingers as a flurry of lightning bolts flew towards the darkened witch. They needed to finish this fight. Walmond uses Tazer on Marisa, dealing 1d4+[9/2] (5) damage, and forces a Con check against Walmond’s int. If Walmond wins, the target is paralyzed for three turns, and has a 50% chance to lose their turn at the start of each turn. Lambda uses Defensive Modifications, sealing her attacks but giving her a 30% damage reduction for two turns. Action List

Freya If Freya was feeling down about being unable to navigate the crowd on her own, instead having to be led through, she didn't show it. If anything, she just seemed to be getting pumped up to begin exploring the Necronomicon, and not entirely just to find the rogue necromancer, "I can't see well over all these people, how close are we to the entrance?" Freya asked, looking at Aquila as she talked. If she was still, she could've at least stood on her tip toes in order to see, but it was a bit difficult to do that when they were pushing through the crowd.

Azgrurk For the most part, Azgrurk had, surprisingly, fallen silent as he processed what was going on. It had taken him a while, but he was now taking notice of yet another sinking feeling, like something was wrong. Not helped by the fact that one of the Humies just teleported over to the rock. Yeah, so clearly, the Universe just liked giving him a hard time by challenging what he knew. That was wonderful. "GAH, I'M GOIN' BACK TO DA SHIP. TELL ME WHEN DERE'Z A FIGHT DAT NEDZ CLOBBERIN'" Azgrurk grumbled, waving his mechanical hand as he turned around, stomping back to the Weatherlight without really seeing where he was going. He could at least get some stuff done, instead of waiting for something to happen. He could even get some of his boys together. That would be nice.

Proditor ... Must have been his own imagination. There was nothing here as of this moment. Signs of people coming through, aside from his companions, but... Nothing else. There were no other entrances, and it didn't seem like any activity went on by the doors. Strange... Perhaps there was a teleporter he'd have to watch out for. Regardless, shaking off the feeling of being watched, Proditor continued his journey through the Judgement Hall, ignoring the box that laid to the side as he went to regroup with the rest of the party. Thankfully, aside from a long hallway showing a bustling, city, the party had not gone too far, allowing Proditor to float forward at a leisurely pace. He was also thankful for the fact that he caught the end of the 'message' some holograms were reciting, of a human and someone named Asriel, a prince from what he was hearing, bonding and filling the 'Underground' with hope. It certainly explained quite a bit. "It would seem I've missed the history lesson" Proditor commented as he approached the group, "Have I missed anything of importance?"

Proditor With a voiceless sigh, Proditor lowered his hand, floating away from the graves. There wasn't anything else he could learn from this place, at this time. Of course, there were still questions, but he couldn't act on them without a more stable source of information. So, with his diversion finally over, Proditor turned away, floating out of the Grave Room, and back to the Judgement Hall. As expected, the group had moved on, so he had to catch up. Presumably, they wouldn't have moved too far ahead. Hopefully. However, as he moved through the hall, silently ignoring the change in scenery, something caused him to pause. A feeling that someone was near, just out of sight. Taking advantage of his own pause, Proditor expanded his senses, attempting to see if there was, in fact, anyone around.

Tomb Despite what it seemed, nothing jumped out at the group as they approached the red wall. The only thing that did seem to happen was a new noise, childlike laughter emanating from the red wall. Strange, since it was still a mass of screaming faces. However, as soon as one approached the wall, a gigantic red hand burst out of it, splattering blood everywhere as it slammed itself down, trying to grab the nearest individual... Which just so happened to be Bard. Marked Door The first door lead to another expansive hall, filled with crumbled debris and a significant lack of lighting. Unlike the main hall, there was far less blood staining the ground, only a few spots here and there, some leading out into the main hall once more, while others simply remained as circular puddles. From what could be seen, the hall seemed to also connect to the other door that had been on the same side. ... On closer inspection, once the group got a better look, they could see a collection of corpses and weapons scattered along the ground, motionless and discarded. A few seemed to be hanging from the ceiling, barely in view, hooks keeping them aloft. There was more now than just demonic stench in the air. Now it truly smelled like a tomb.

Proditor ... Strange. The empty coffin, one filled only with mummy wrappings, was the one with psionic traces. Why child corpses were filling the other graves was lost to him. The reason behind making a burial place for it, with a specific amount of coffins. It was all odd. Focusing on the remnant of psionic energy, Proditor attempts to figure out what it is, at least from how much is remaining.

Walmond & Lambda As soon as Walmond had finished her healing field spell once more, she took notice of the flood of magical stars, surrounding almost everyone with projectiles. But, before she could say anything about it, Lambda tightened her grip on Walmond, keeping her focus entirely on the new wave of projectiles and avoiding them, all without a command. Walmond heals herself, Lambda, Rory, Empi, and Masako 2d4+14 HP each. Lambda heals for half. Lambda attempts to avoid Event Horizon's attack, using her basic defense to give her a 50% Damage Reduction. Marisa deals 25% less damage to her as well. Command Return is on a one turn cool down.