Raindrop Valkyrie

No problem, it was the word I almost used to describe myself... but I feel it is a level above cynicism. And according to other people I am not even Cynical, sooooo....

Vitriolic the word you looking for?

You can still have her bother her later. Pretty sure most people in the squad would have a issue with her. speaking of which I think I found her Character theme. I think it fits her pretty damn well.

Aeton, Helze's father, grasped his daughter's hand tightly. He didn't say much of anything. He had realized rather quick this man meant a lot to those gathered. Tears fell all around him. Even The Crimson King began to cry, as a few tears streamed down the front of the book that Sigurd had on his hip yet again. Normally, Sigurd wouldn't have felt the emotion of The Crimson King pass between the bridge of communication they had. But this time he did feel the sorrow the guy was feeling. It was rather strange. "We have to get those healing supplies back to Montebanke and Blue. They are still injured badly, and I have a new patient as well. I will be at the camp. Take your time." Cookie said as he began to shuffle off towards the camp.

Wizard would probably be more accurate Roleplay-wise then. Sorcerer's rarely care for that kind of ritual. ((at least in that fashion... Also, I don't think I would accept another Sorcerer anyway, there are already 2, I prefer to have a little more dynamic in the group.

Also I should note, Foci have 0 effect on the spell. It doesn't matter what focus you use, it would just be for flair.

Yea, but you smell real bad Jelly.

Not giving any promises. I will have to decide when I am opening up that slot. ((mostly, I am going to be waiting a bit to see what happens since Notus isn't sure of his irl situation yet. And spots are always open to those that have them first. It will take awhile until this is all settled and he knows exactly what is going on. So, no offense but you are going to have to wait a bit, I hope that is alright with you.))

"It was my fault, I told him to follow you." said Jupiter. There was no emotion on the girl's face, she was... trying t be strong, but she knew she couldn't. She broke and it wasn't very pretty. She leaned over him, and cried. "Don't leave me, I don't want you too." She said as she sobbed over Marcus. She had came to like him, and that was hard for her. Especially since he was now being taken from her. Cookie walked past, he didn't even look. He knew Marcus was done for. He had healed many wounds, and there was no coming back from that one. There was somebody he could heal here so he wasn't going to waste time on the other. He began work on the ranger's leg. repairing the flesh on his leg with the magic he had left. Knitting the flesh back together along with the nerves and muscle. His leg would function properly again after some rest. "Don't move, you will pop the magic and your wounds will reopen." "Then move me over to my daughter." "Who? Her? You sure she is even a woman?" Cookie said, surprised at who the Ranger man pointed at. "Yes, I would know my little Kestrel anywhere." "Hey, Earth Shaker!!! Give me a hand over here! You too Beaky. We need to move this guy over to his daughter, and be careful not to pop the healing spell on his leg or I will clobber the both of ya." Cookie said. *** "I didn't know him. But, Your sadness makes me feel it as well. It is my fault he is dying. I wasn't fast enough." Dia said in Dru's mind. Odin didn't say anything. He only looked at the man before him. He had lost one of the ones he started this journey with. It was a surreal feeling. They had been bound together, by the acts of the Gentleman, and now, one of those people was gone, at least for now. Odin's eyes they didn't burn like the fresh embers did. They were low again. He couldn't believe he had lost another. Even if he was just a friend, he still lost somebody else.

Oh sorry, he seemed a bit...overly cheery to me when a dude's guts be spilling on the floor. Cheery isn't really the right word...more like mellow. Either way it is jsut Hukuna is tired, and didn't understand something so he wasn't sure if that person understood the gravitas of what was going on. Sorry, I am a bit overly cautious sometimes.

You guys need me to make make that rupture in Marcus's gut a little more visually clear by the way? I kinda didn't want to put Ashanrd tearing his entrails out in there, but if you need the visual cue...I would be happy to make it a slight bit more colourful if needed. And do cut me some slack. I have been sick the past few days...so if it wasn't as....colourful as normal I do apologize.

((psst, not sure you realize how massive this hole is. and not sure if you are familiar with disemboweling, but that is basically what just happened, only Ashnard just did it with his arm rather than a sword or sharp instrument. Marcus's organs are quite literally lying all over the place. I just wanted to keep it a bit pg-13, but he is totaaaaaaaaaaaaaally boned right now, a.k.a he has a few terribly agonizing moments until he bleeds out because he is about 100% dead in a bit.))

"I care not of our objective." Zix said. He leaned back in a chair. He really didn't. Either way he was helping the cause. He figured for Silef's sake the Vampires would be best, but he wasn't going to speak for the noblewoman. She could handle herself.

One would ahve to define emotion. It can be many things due to how broad the subject matter is. We all know the easy ones, sorrow, anger, happiness. But what about things like hope, awkwardness, anxiety and that kind of stuff? If I had to pick something for myself, I would pick Cynicism. I hardly believe in people, think most too be pretty horrid. I always think the worst of people. And yet, everyone who knows me, tells me much differently. They tell me I am anything but cynical. They tell me I am all sorts of things other than that. A lot tell me I really see the best in people, and wish to help them realize it, or at least a very good friend of mine told me that once. They told me that I am cynical....and yet..not at the same time. They told me because I am a cynical bastard, I can see the good in people. I recognize that people are people, we each are unique. I see people for who they really are, and I never ask them to change because of it. This world... it would be boring as hell if we were all the same. So, I personally don't know what describes me best((mostly because I don't believe you can knock a person down to one emotion, we have them all for a reason. We aren't people without all those emotions, every one of them is important, each one is a part of us and makes us who we are.))... I was never a good judge of character for myself.

FYI, Helze's dad's leg is still attached to his body by the way, just has a nice torn bite mark in it. ((probably from a Werewolf I would reckon... Not sure why I would think that, not like he was being chased by one right?)).

*crunch*. That was the sound of a hatchet colliding with the skull of a werewolf. Rather satisfying, pretty weighty. Ashnard made a bad decision. One that knew him, well, it wouldn't have been much of a surprise, he was a bonehead. He saw Marcus's irregular movement, only problem? Rather than try and avoid the attack, he charged in just the same, as if nothing had changed. Dodging it would have set him back from getting his claws around his victim, and he wouldn't have that. Unfortunately for Ashnard, he wasn't killing somebody who couldn't defend them self this time. It crushed a lot of the left side of his face as the hatchet crashed into him. He definitely lost that eye, the silver made sure it wouldn't properly regenerate. However, the werewolf traded his eye, for a hand around Marcus's throat. And even if he wasn't a raging werewolf, one tends to either pass out from that kind of damage, or be really really pissed. "WORM!!!" the wolf shouted loudly. The veins around his other eye looked as if they were about to burst. He squeezed Marcus's throat. "You are going to look at me while you die!!! Enjoy the pain while you can, it will be the last thing you remember of this world." and with that he jammed his entire hand up into Marcus's rib cage. His strength easily broke apart the armour, and he lodged part of his arm into Marcus's gut. He laughed madly while he did it, getting a euphoria from it blocking out all the pain he was feeling. *** "MARCUS!!!" Jupiter shouted. She had just arrived as well as Odin and Cookie. She started to run fro the barrier, but Cookie grabbed her. "Don't throw your life away." "Let GO OF ME!!!" she protested, she struggled for a bit, but Cookie wouldn't let go of her. He knew this reaction all too well. She was distraught still, but she knew Cookie wouldn't let go. *** "Shit, I wasn't fast enough." Dia said into Dru's mind. "I have to break trough, or he will kill that other man too for sure. He have to get to them." and all of a sudden, The lightning started crackling. The Barrier was starting to lose it rigidity. It started to recede, but it was slow. Ashnard noticed worst of all. "You think you can undo it? Fine by me, I have my way out of here." He laughed sniveling like a fool. He was on a high after what he did to Marcus. "THUNDER SET!!!" He shouted as another bolt appeared in the sky. It collided with him yet again. "Thundering Chariot!!!" and with a snap of lightning, he was gone. At least far enough that he was out of line of sight anyway. A puddle of blood landed where he was standing. It confirmed that thing he just used at least hurt him as he got away, but that didn't matter much as he was a werewolf. The Lightning was still receding. The barrier would be gone soon. ((let you guys react a bit since a lot just happened there before repealing the barrier entirely.))

I won't be at current. Most of Zix's summons kinda count as characters of their own, as at least the ones I noted have personalities and things they are good at etc...if he dies I will make others though if needed.

Ashnard came over Marcus. He hovered over him, a hulking giant of a beast. He went to grab him by his neck with his giant claws. He would stare into his eyes as he gutted him, like he always did with victims he began to hate. Needless to say, Ashanrd didn't even notice the passing of the weapon, or even that Marcus took it. He had no idea the Cinder Knight had it. He fell all to easily into the trap.

"I don't, that is why you have to trust me." Dia said. He could feel her own mind racing trying to figure out something... He watched images of the Lightning strike Ashnard, like it did a second ago. "I think I can retrace the magic he used... and undo it. When I saw the Earth Spirits in you...I understood how elemental magic worked. I can see it in my mind. I am not sure... if you know what I mean. I can see it's intent, and I can revert that intent I think. But I only really understood today. I have no idea if this will work. Trust me." Dru could feel her trying to reach out to the spirits in the lightning. But, not in the way he did. She was essentially asking them to reconsider their orders. Ashnard clearly wasn't one who cared what the elements wanted, so maybe Dia could just convince them to change their minds as they were most likely forced to do this rather then decide for themselves. "I don't know how long this will take, the magic he is using to compel them is very powerful. I am trying to unravel his hold on them, but it could take awhile."

"I am not going to use Earth Spirits. I am going to use the Lightning ones he used. Can you do that? If not, let me. We don't have time, you need to trust me or those men will lose their lives." Dia said Dru. He could tell she was serious. Ashnard seemed not to notice the others screaming at him, he was focused on the one in his box, the one he was fighting. A Flaming shield? It wouldn't even harm him. So he ignored it, and grabbed the Templar as he went underneath him. The flames Marcus was using lit Ashnard's entire arm on fire, but he didn't even notice. He just stared at the Cinder Knight as he lifted him level with his face. "I caught you now, Rabbit." The shield even hit him in the head, But it clattered to the ground, not doing much to the Werewolf who was holding Marcus. "Hope you like being well done, cause you will be once I am through." he said. He then tossed Marcus against the back wall of the Barrier. Lightning arced everywhere around the impact. Marcus found himself next to the downed Ranger, Helzebeth's supposed father. Ashnard was pacing over towards him, attempting to put out some of the flame on his arm as he slowly lumbered towards Marcus. Would this be the end? Marcus felt a slight tap on his boot. As if something metal had collided with it. It was probably a hatchet or a hammer of some sort considering the size of it. But, where did it come from? The only logical place was the Ranger, but wasn't he dead or out cold? Marcus could see for an instant, that he wasn't, as he winked at him with his left eye. But he knew why the Ranger was playing dead now. His Left leg was eviscerated. Muscles were hanging out, though no bone could be seen. It was clear why he hadn't helped this entire time. He couldn't have in his condition. But now he handed something over to Marcus. It had to be important. And it was. A small Silver Hatchet, adorned with a wolf's head. Marcus could actually hurt the beast now. Ashnard kept lumbering towards him, and was starting to pick up the pace now that his arm was mostly under control. He was coming to finish the job, and kill Marcus where he laid.

Hellish Rage tends to trump that.

XD. Ashnard is a little more evil than that. But, that is what it was based on in a way. Anyway, all of the Death Angels abilites were designed when I released their names here. So, there isn't any power playing going on if anybody thinks there is. I already know how these things interact etc... Also, the Death Angels are immensely powerful, so they are kinda O.P. on purpose.

The Lightning cage didn't budge, as the Earth beneath it didn't even move. Dru could feel it struggling to no avail. It gave up. It told Dru, there was no way to bring down the cage without killing everyone inside, and the Werewolf would probably survive due to it's regeneration. It would only be a loss if he did, and the Earth wouldn't help him, it wouldn't kill two men for nothing. "Let me try something." Dia said in his Dru's head. "I don't want to use your body, but I have an idea that I don't have time to explain." *** Ashnard charged Marcus, running full speed for him. Both hands reaching to just grab a hold of the Templar. The attack, it was meant not to harm him, but to grab him. Choices, a werewolf, or a barrier of solid lightning.