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Nagi and Kindle The temporarily disoriented gunman had only an instant of realization that he was under attack before Nagi's kick connected solidly, sending his body into the ground, which seemed to distort slightly before returning to its featureless state and launching him in a slide that ended behind where Faust and Hikaru clashed. His partner saw this and fired a rapid three shots, the last of which seemed to trail a chain made of a dark metallic substance, harshly contrasting the background of pure white. Hikaru, meanwhile, was seemingly driven backward by a sweeping counterstroke from the one-winged magus they were engaged with, a blow that would have struck countless opponents down with the blade's enormous length. However, an astute observer would have noticed Faust reeling from the impact of Hikaru's feet, as they launched themselves with their body perfectly horizontal, darting forward only to kick backward and come to a sliding halt with both feet and one hand on the ground after a partial flip. They threw the other arm outward, causing the room - if the space they were in could still be called that - to explode into light. It hurt the eyes of Nagi and Kindle, but it was directed toward Faust and the currently standing gunman, who both recoiled in startlement and pain from the searing flash. Quickly, they turned to Kindle and spoke in a low, rapid tone. "I know you're terrified right now but I need your help. Please do as I say: try your very hardest to grab onto the power within you, with your mind, and pull it out. Get the image of yourself ready to fight, whatever that means, in your mind, and force it to be real." A grimace showed on their face, and not entirely from effort or the situation they were in. It would have been much preferred to take this much slower - a lesson like this should be taken much slower and tailored to the individual, and someone who wasn't suited to the method narrated (like Hikaru themselves) would feel pain, and possibly a great deal of it, from using it. Vixen "Why you insolent little-" The "businessman" from before -Izalym, his name seemed to be - stood from his seat, rage evident on his countenance. Idhrelic cut him off with a simple raised hand, however; there seemed to be some sort of hierarchy in place here, with the former's immediate silence being evidence of thus. "Magus, our business is far more important than you may realize. Maintaining our guises is critical to the continued protection of humanity. But, I will not delay you further with unnecessary detail. To answer your question, as I said before, I do not know of this beast. However, the others gathered here may." "Human nonsense. I've not seen head nor tail of it." A younger-sounding male voice sounded from somewhere of the gathering. "I would be inclined to agree," another voice chimed, this one sounding young as well, though it was difficult to assign a gender to this one. The female Mediator from before - the one who looked homeless and skinny - stood. "If I may speak further?" Idhrelic nodded. "I have had a few of my magi tell me of a strange beast that may match your description. Dark, with wings of midnight and scales of despair, unnaturally canny and tough. An elder of some kind, having a form that the experienced ones have said is truly physical. However, as our companion has said, none of us have seen nor sensed a trace of it - unusual, as beasts seek out and hunt down our kind. You will not be served by asking us. There is one magus in particular that might know, though she has proven exceedingly difficult to track down as of late. Seek out Mihra. I can give you a list of magi that can aid you in such, as well as helping you track this beast. Some are . . . a bit eccentric, but all of them skilled and reliable." She took a step or two toward Vixen. "If you'll allow me to place a hand on your head for a moment. This method will be far more infallible than me reciting their locations to you verbally or giving you a map. I assure you, I am only able to impart information via this method." Adero, Lucia, and Stefan The three foreigners found themselves on a bus passing through one of the poorer sections of the city. It seemed even poorer in comparison to the district neighboring it to the north and east - full of upscale apartments and wealthy business offices, everything gleaming and pristine and opposed to the worn down and fatigued scenes presented to the ones currently aboard the vehicle. It was up to the observer whether the steady rain added to the impression of tiredness or softened the edges of the environment. Still, the area had it's own sort of appeal; despite the poverty, it still seemed that the citizens took care; here a garden peeked over a balcony, or a family business treaded water on a corner. The bus slid slowly to another halt, as one might expect. However, the riders used to the route picked their heads up out of their transit-induced stupors and small diversions; this wasn't the usual stop. In fact, the bus had stopped moving in the middle of the street, no signs to indicate any reason for doing so. The driver peered down an alleyway, something very strange having clearly caught his eye. After a moment, he seemed to give up, and shrugged, turning back to face forward and shifting the vehicle into gear once more. Then the bus rocked, almost as if it had hit a speed bump. The riders looking out toward the alley had a moment to be shocked thoroughly before the entire vehicle was hurled sideways and overturned, sending the passengers tumbling throughout it. One of the three foreigners might have caught a flash of a silvery-gray. . . something, before their view was similarly disrupted. The bus came screeching to a halt after sliding across the asphalt on surfaces never intended to contact it. The contents were in various states of disarray and injury - some seemed to be unconscious, or worse.

Well, generally people get locked for good reason.

I never stopped in and mentioned that I really liked the theme you picked out for me, Arkh. Sadly I can't do the same favor for you, I think. I'm not too good at that sort of thing.

I think I've decided that you'll just be a different person to me. Clean slate. No trust built up, no enmity either.

I've actually ridden most of the coasters at Cedar Point. They're pretty great.

and today was thoroughly awful so expect an update even later sorry

I'm not really sure how to respond to this. On the one hand, while we've had our differences and I'm not certain I could call you a friend, I still have a great respect for you intellectually. On the other, this is, to be blunt, extremely scummy, and runs contrary to my morals and (I thought) yours as well. I need time to think about this.

nope blanchette?

9/10

Apologies for the delays, I should have an update up at some point tomorrow.

Me x Everyone, according to the hunger games simulator.

^ Since this is a "post whatever you want" thread, I'm moving it to the Arcade.