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"Orders," Al said simply, rerolling the parchment and tucking it into his over sized steel mail in between one of the leather jerkins he used for extra protection. "Seems my fellow brothers and sisters of the Gold have come across something very interesting... I am needed by them at once. Which means I must get rid of this stall..." "Waliid Restir?" a sudden, gruff voice inquired. Silent as the wind, somehow able to sneak up on them within just moments of their conversing... guards, decked out in full steel armor, spears at their sides, some of them holding shields bearing the proprietor mark of Emporium- They came in a half dozen, each one taking a position in a semi circle around the stall. Exit was unthinkable. "I answer to Waliid," Al said, glaring. "What do you want of a simple leather and cloth merchant? Surely whatever issue there is, we can resolve it without you drawing your steel like this..." "There's where we might differ, you see," A young, familiar voice this time. The armored men parted the way- and lo and behold, twas none other than Eric... and some rather attractive northern girl, maybe in her early twenties, maybe a bit younger. "This stall is under new management, Waliid. You, quite frankly, are evicted, gone, banished..." Waliid said nothing, merely starring with an expression like stone. "Nothing to say, eh? alright... I can do all the talking here myself. Now, to clarify what this is all about; I do believe that not very long ago at all, you called me... what was it, Fay?" "A Highborn Swine, my lord." The girl answered. "A yes, Highborn Swine... that was indeed it. I take serious offense to that for several reasons, but I'll be efficient here and only list the top ones. Number 1- get your god forsaken facts right before you go calling me just another blue blood who has had everything handed to him, you ignorant fool. I was born in the god forsaken slums of this very city, I watched my mother die slowly and painfully of a wasting disease while I could only sit there and witness her agony, hating myself everyday and night for not being able to help her, for lacking whatever power I needed to save her..." He began making a few short paces towards the two... and Matrim could feel a strange... almost tingling sensation in the air. it was faint, but... "Number 2," Eric continued. "Like I just said, I wasn't born into nobility, I had to acquire it the hard way; through my own actions and deeds, not that of some long dead ancestor. The only reason I'm a "Lord" now is because I went to Crale two years ago and did something all thought nigh impossible; I cured the Princess Elisia of her dire affliction... The king practically smothered me in gratitude, damn near forced me to take a Patent of Nobility from him, he was so thankful. I did not ask for this position, I was offered it and put in a situation where refusal would've been a disaster for myself." "And your third reason?" Al asked preemptively, face still cold as stone as he crossed his arms. "My third reason is that I'm not some spoiled little man with servants to wipe his ass, I have no keep, no official land, and no sworn agents or swords. The only thing that honestly denotes me as a Noble in terms of power is my wealth, which I don't even dip into to live on... I'm a doctor, you royal fucktard, I get down in the slums and the rat infested shit holes and I help people who need it. I hold the keys to life and death, and when Death comes knocking, I lock the door against him for those under my charge. I am a warden to the sick and the dying, damnit! Someone who gives themselves more to others than he does to himself! And to sit here, and have some old shit who crawled out of the Desert with all his harsh judgement and presumptions call me an uncaring, stereotypical nobleman who sits on high and watches as the world suffers... I makes me fucking sick, do you understand?" He was right. In. Al's. Face. But the Dirosi man only scoffed. "It may well be that you are not a noble of typical trappings and deeds," He retorted, whispering with a rock hard calm in the face of Eric's obvious fury. "But it doesn't change the fact that your children and their children will grow to be spoiled, entitled, and cold... that is the fate of all noble houses, they may start of good, great even, yes, but over time they always fall into the trappings of greed. the trappings of gluttony and of envy. They always fall to darkness. History has proven time and time again, boy, get that fact in your head... because it's only a matter of time before your little loin monkeys are going around being complete monsters." "I'm more or less sterile, for your information," He snarled quietly. "All Apothecaries of the High Guild are... now get out of my damn stall, you've been out bought in this venture." "Wait...wait..." Al couldn't help but chuckle... how sweetly ironic. "You bought this stall? out of your anger at me?" Full laughter this time, hearty, dry, like a desert herb in the mid summer. "You damn fool of a nobleman! you actually bought this shit hole? Oh, you have no idea... how badly you've erred if you were looking for vengeance." With that said, the Dirosi man moved from behind the counter and retreived a simple pack from a hook on the wall, slinging it over his shoulder as he gleamed amused at the young lord. "Though fine, perhaps you can be an exception to our rule, given that your bloodline begins and will most undoubtedly die with you. I'll tell them to spare the young Lord Vonters when the Gold War starts. If you gentleman would be so kind as to move now... oh," He glanced back at matrim as he moved towards the soldiers, a gleam in his eye still. "And regarding the supplies, you may take whatever you need from this stall... it's all supplied by my brothers and sisters of the gold anyway. This was merely a front." The guards parted as he got closer, eyes peeled to ensure he didn't turn around and try something... Eric on the other hand was the one who needed watching- His palms were cloaked in fire, crimson as blood and dark as murky night, the flickering light bathing the entire area as Matrim watched the man draw back one arm and prepare to fire something, the power congealing at his finger tips and forming into a miniature sphere of hell fire in his grasps. The smell of sulfur and brimstone wafted through the air. The Highway man could feel the intensity of the heat making his skin sweat... and crawl. The guards, needless to say, noticed quite readily the spectacle, each of them scrambling out of the way as they saw him taking aim. "I'm so damn tired... of the same fucking simpletons making the same fucking assumptions about me because of a damn title..." He snarled... though a sweat broke out on his face... the fire began to die, flicker like caught in a wind storm. His fingers began twitching, destroying his grasp. The hell fire scattered into nothing but shards of pure scarlet in the air, fiery embers burning away into nothing as he let out a sigh and dropped his arm back to his side, shaking his head. "But... if I resort to such things as I wanted to just now... I only prove them right. and that would be an ultimate victory for some of them, even in death." "Um...m-my lord..." The girl, Fay, asked, peaking from around the corner of the Stall's opening along with a few soldiers. "What would you have me do now... it seems things backfired..." "Thank you for that insightful statement, Fay..." He sighed sarcastically. "Take some of these soldiers, go and get your wares and transport them to this stall... Our deal still stands more or less." "Very well then, my lord..." She gave slight bow and then she was gone, along with half the guards Eric had brought. Only the two men remained in the space... "I'm curious though," Eric said after a few moments of silence. When he turned to matrim, his eyes still held a cold fury that was beginning to become his main, overwhelmingly prominent characteristic. "What exactly did you and that Desert rat talk about, Matrim?"

^^this I can't scrape him because he is of human origin and therefore needed in the story's overall plot. So yeah, he just gets hidden until it's time to bring him out for something vital... hopefully he can smarten up just a little while he's off screen too...

Alright. well, thanks for getting the info. That means the only one I have to control former PC wise is... oh damn. It's Roy :/ Screw it, I'm just going to stash him away until he's needed in the plot or whatever.

Alright, thanks brah, 'preciate that Alrighty then...

alrighty then, guess I'll handle Tempest... and I can figure out which dungeon you're referring to, it's as simple as looking up the world map for whichever game you're getting the reference from (EX: Sky, Darkness, GTI, etc.) EDIT: and yay, I can finally drop a bit of dead weight some orphaned Characters! EDIT 2: Guess That Means I'll have to find out if Murdoc's coming back or not... eh, I'll do it tomorrow; tonight's the first night I've been free from assignments hanging over my head for the past two and a half weeks.

"They aren't in here," Draidon said as he watched Sparks beginning to rummage about the place. "Me and Vince had to lure her out of her lair by banging on rocks and making weird ass noises. The goods are probably somewhere back that..." He pointed a noticeably dulled finger at a passage way leading off into a small hallway, before turning his hand against himself and sharpening the instruments of death adorning each of his fingers back up to regular par. "Well, while you guys are handling items, I'll go see if I can find any rawst berries." Vincent said, heading off fearlessly in search in medicine, leaving the two of them alone. Luckily he and the Dragon had already thought ahead and cleared out any resistance on the floor before luring the thief... "Well, I'll loot her and collect anything she's stashing on her," Draidon said as began to mosey on over to his defeated opponent, beginning to poke around in her glorious yet ragged beige mane, as if searching a hay stack. "You go get the what she stole, Magneeto. Once Vincent gets back, we can send him back down the mountain with them and give em back... I don't much trust the knuckle head over there, and the bird probably couldn't support them all if he tried."

well, let's not forget that it was weakened by an Off screen super power from Roy and Boom Burst from Ace before they got taken out. And then there's the thunder fang and the thunderbolt Vincent and you used. And she was paralyzed and greatly impeded in terms of speed... So yeah, this is basically just a special situation where things worked out extremely well circumstance and luck wise and the team worked together decently and came in with a plan and executed it well. Had they just gone in there willy nilly and started wailing without a strategy, they'd be burned crisps right now. Yay teamwork and parahax, eh? but yeah, +6 attack and accuracy D-claw Druddigon with 232 EVs in attack and neutral nature does about 20-22% damage per strike against level 30 Arcanine with blank EVs and neutral nature... she wasn't even fully loaded... like, at all. though I didn't factor in Draidon's attack boosting nature... either way, don't matter now, she's KO'd and is gonna stay like that for a loooooooong time. Loot her. Get the donuts... and maybe even a few more goodies she also stole

Oh... but it turned out differently. you managed to preform a Parahax and saved the day.... PSA: please Don't screw with dragon types. we will mess you up in the most severe sense of the expression if you ain't a fairy. thank you, have a nice day. By the way Sparky, all surviving members of Tempest gets 3 levels from that victory. And encase you were wondeirng, Arcanine's move set was: Flame Wheel Flamethrower Roar Thrash EDIT: And now, time for us to start to wind down this thing and call it a day for current events And as for if that situation with Draidon and the thief is possible, YES, it actually is... I input the fight data into a battle calculator before hand.

Seacrest *A few moments later* "Well, here," Mac side as he stood outside the door to his chamber in the rookie quarters, pushing the wooden slab open and presenting the interior to Otto. It...was unsurprisingly somewhat sparse; only the bare essentials in the room; a table with a small bowl of apples, a few piles of hay; four in fact, one was looking a bit bedraggled as if used slept in recently. On the wall hung four small hooks each overlooking the hay bedding. Mac walked in and hung his treasure bag on the one overhanging the slept in spot. "It's not very much, yeah I know... but eh, t's better than having to sleep in the city slums of something, isn't it? And the apples are even complementary... so long as you supply them yourself, that is." Tempest Vincent felt the air crackle rather than actually saw the bolt arcing towards the two of them. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind- heat from the flamethrower making him sweat like a Water Type fighting Primal Gorudon and causing his eyes to sting from the sweat to further compound things- but he knew there was only one thing he could do if he wanted to survive... "Maybe I'm a...LION!!" He shouted as he pushed backwards on his paws and released his jaw from the fire tiger's leg, unleashing the noblest of roars and using the sound wave to propel himself backwards, flipping in mid air and landing a bit shakily at Sparks side. The Flamethrower was interupted by the cry of anger and loud curse that issued from the thiefs mouth as the blast of lightning nailed her smack in the face- a happening which left her feeling a bit funny. With a slow burning rage in those cold eyes, she gradually stiffened, muscles tightening and refusing to unclench. "Draidon!" Vincent called, but the Dragon had already descended from the darkness in a fury by the time he'd opened his mouth. Claws glowing teal, Mouth bathed in flames, fangs looking just as sharp as his nails. Without a single word, he racked his right hand down in a hard and merciless arc as he neared the criminal, tearing off bouts of fiery orange fur in his hand and drawing more than a few specks of blood with his intensity. The next thing the Arcanine knew, the enraged Dragon type was on her back, sinking his fangs deep into her neck like a Golbat- His Mold Breaker ability kicking in and making sure her Flash Fire didn't save her from the pain. "Ahhhhh....get...get offfff!!" She shouted, beginning to thrash with what strength she could still muster in her state. Draidon responded by sinking his hands into her shoulders and tearing rigorously, sending blood and fur flying as he lifted his jaw once more and slammed back down, this time on the base of her skull. A roar. a horrifying, fear laced roar of agony that shook the entire cavern and shook the very ground. Her last attempt to get him off. And then... she was gone, done, on the ground as Draidon shook his head and neck in order to tear flesh and make the wound even worse. She kept struggling for several moments... then finally she gave out, stopped resisting. Her hate filled eyes gazed up at her assailant before she slipped into a world of black unconsciousness- breath shallow and heart beat faint as a Flabebe's whisper in a wind storm. "Told you they were mine to kill," Draidon said as he finally dismounted her back, hands and mouth gleaming with a dark crimson. He opened his maw, turning back to her as a small fire began to grow and cloak his teeth again... apparently going to end things permanently. "Wait, don't do it!" Vincent roared, preparing to use another Noble Roar to weaken the murderous Dracovian. Before he could though, Draidon...simply spit a small flame on the thief- specifically on her wounds. Within seconds the torn and damaged flesh cauterized itself, the blood flow stemming as he worked, though ugly scars were left in their places. "What, you think I was gonna execute her?" He asked when the medical aid was finally done, swallowing the fire in his mouth. "Officer Magnezone prefers his outlaws alive, son. We off her, and we get a decreased award for all the tons of crap we just went through. Anyway..." He turned to Sparks, scowling a little, though not as much as before the battle. "Black Wolf, Magneeto, you two alright? I already saw how those two numb skulls rushed in and got their asses royally handed to them... eh...actually, to be fair, it was more of just that idiot Timburr rushing in and the bird trying to stop him."

Reminds of SAO. A lot. You have my attention with this.

Good... at least I know one player is satisfied... ((Cause we really can't handle another drop out in Tempest, it would literally just be me in it...)) I'll be getting an update out for Seacrest and Tempest later on today... and you better bring a burn heal >:^D

Surge "We get searching..." Surge sighed as he looked out over the vast cityscape. Infantry followed off behind him as he began making his trek down the hill, the man casting a glance back at his squadron once he had made it about half way. "Get moving, Soldiers, those two aren't going to just locate themselves." Infantry let out a dog like bark in agreement. Lars and Logan "September 1, 2001," A voice from the tv overhead answered the soldier's question rather unexpectedly. It was a news station, a grey haired female news anchor sitting behind the desk as a file footage of the destruction of the World Trade Center played to her right side. Her face was stone cold, solemn. "A day that shall forever remain in infamey in the minds of the american populace... for both the crimes committed, and for the fact that it could've been so easily preventable had it not been for the nation's arrogance at the time." As she spoke, the file footage faded into a video of a middleeastern man giving some speech of sorts... Lars could recognize his face easily from history class back in his school years; none other than Osama Bin Laden. It was the speech he had given claiming responsibility for the attack. "The spark of the war on terror," The anchor continued. "Osama Bin Laden, founder and de facto head of al-qaeda until his death in 2011 at the hands of US naval seal team 6 under orders of President Obama. For over twenty years afterwards, the US and it's allies continued to engage jihadist forces in the middle east, and northen africa following that. Thirty years of a war the US people had grown tired of by the time it was only half way through." The video faded, leaving the space empty with the backdrop of the studio. "The world thought it was over. Thought that Terrorism had been curbed and neutralized completely thanks to international efforts such as the Rheagors Treaty of 2019. But as was demonstrated less than 24 hours ago in the south pacific, the world may have been completely wrong. We go now to Washington DC correspondent Keath Johnson, outside of the white house which has just released information regarding an assault on US navy men..." "And so it begins again..." the middle aged pakistani man sighed as he stood behind the counter, wearing the same green uniform shirt that the other clerk had on, his name embroider on the breast in gold thread... "Just watch, I am telling you my friend, the amount of hate crimes against muslims is going to sky rocket from this... it happened just like that the first time around, and it will be the same now..." "Achmed, man," The younger co-worker called. "look at what he fucking has in his hands!" "Hm? oh dear Allah..." He backed away from the counter as he finally noticed that it was Lars and not actually his young co-worker standing on the other side with sleepy in tow. He cast a few glances back and forth between the door and the soldier, eyes widening. "H-how did you even get in here? no one's come in all morning, and what..." He pointed contemptuously at Sleepy's unconscious form. "are you doing with that thing!?" Well... it was obvious that civilians were not quite as...used to GAOs as one might think... ***** Erick and Ray "What the hell makes you think I'm going to let you off this base, Civi?" Caraway said as he sat in his highbacked chair, feet propped up on his paper laden desk as he sneered at Ray's request. At his side stood a quadruped Water affinity GAO, clad in armor reminiscent of sea shells and staring at Ray with as much amusement as it's handler was. Ray looked back and forth between the creature and it's master, snarling at the man's immediate dismissal of what he'd asked of him. "You think that this is funny?" He asked. "Listen to me, you little wannabe Navy Seal, I need to get out to the city to conduct some damn field research; you can either co-operate and assign two of your men to accompany me like protocol demands, or I can head their on my lonesome and your ass get's chewed out by McCarthy for such a breach in security. It's you choice." "So the Doctor grows his fangs, eh?" Caraway took his feet of the mahogany surface, resting his chin on his fingers as he leaned on the desk, staring at the Scientist. "Never really liked you, but then again, I've never liked corporate babies... fine, I'll give you someone... In fact, I'll you two someones." With that said he pulled out his commlink and depressed the transmission trigger, speaking into it coldly as he glared at Ray all the while. "Freeman, Quantico, get your asses back to HQ on the double soldiers. You've been reassigned for the day..." Erick's voice came over the way in response. "Sir, we found something that warrants a proper inspection..." "Did it cause any damage to the gates?" "No sir; it was one of them, displayed possible signs of rabbis" "Take it up with Dr.Ray soldier, you're gonna be accompanying him anyways." With that said, he powered the device off, resting on the desk as he again propped his feet up and leaned back. "Happy now, money bags?" "I'd be happier if you'd just done what I'd asked the first time and withheld the snide little commentary."

Lols, well damn... I go to start the analysis on Electric types, and just now notice that kenny's already done the work. alright, well, last call for if anyone has objections to this. If you don't it's on to Fire. As for an update, it's coming...eventually.

Hope things get better man. We'll be here if for you if you need us.

Seacrest "I don't think I'm in need of anything either," Mac responded, turning away from the other two and walking towards the exit of the chamber. "Come on, time to show Otto to the rookie quarters. I think that with all things we've experienced recently, it's safe to say that we might as well just stay together as a team unit..." The Tempest Fight... Sparks entered into the chamber to find a sight fiercer than he might have expected; a bold roar, a flash of fiery orange and two screams. The arcanine was right in there, as Draidon had told them, but on the ground in front of her was Roy and Ace both. They offered no movement as their team mates approached in the distance, saved their own shallow breathing. The burn marks cloaking both their bodies made it clear what had happened... "I don't know who you little f*cks are," The fery tiger began, opening her mouth wide and charging another flamethrower, preparing to finish them off for good. "But you're gonna regret attacking me just no-" a blur of grey motion from the ceiling. arcing right down towards her. She began choking for a moment, the fire dying in her mouth as she retreated back, hitting her throat vehemently with and finally managing to dislodge the chunk of ceiling rock that had been thrown at her. "They're my prey, b*tch!" Draidon's voice roared, seeming to echo from everywhere due to the cavern's acoustics. "You ain't killing them, that's my job someday!" "Where are you!?" she demanded up at the darkness. "Whoever you are, get down here and die like a real man!!" "Keep your eyes...down here!" Vincent roared as he charged in as fast as his paws would carry him, opening his maw up wide and electricity beginning to crackle along his sharp fangs as he chomped down on the theive's front leg, making sure to shake his head and entire body to and fro like a miniature attack dog in order to rip and tear... She felt it, howling out in pain and looking down, Mouth opened as she prepared another Flamethrower to launch... Sparks meanwhile, wasn't close enough to physically attack, but he could still save vincent... with the very thing Draidon hated so much.

What's that surge? Oh? Alright, permission to conduct the strike granted, soldier. That was surge just now. He tells me that an update is being flown in. prepare thineselves! Oh, and at this point, I'm just going to control Alistair until Snap returns...

I see what you mean now.... uh, my answer would no, no real reason for someone to be ashamed just for understanding something easily... now, as to how one came to be able to understand, now that may or may not be a wholenother story entirely... but merely understanding the logic of 'that' as you put it, isn't really cause for chagrin in and of itself. erm...moving on from that though, one must admit, it is a bit ironic for Henry to ask someone else if somethings illegal or not, all things considered...

exactly what I mean, He don't judge for stuff like that, so he wouldn't see anything worth bringing up or mentioning about it and just go on about his own affairs... still though, I honestly don't quite understand how this much hate for Henry came up around the academy and the Student body... I mean, I can understand that the guy can be a jerk from time to time, but god damn, to have the majority of the entire school hate him? I must've missed something earlier on... or perhaps all the hate is really just a mask for some massive jealousy...