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  1. Shanks, shaking his head in disappointment that none of them had attempted to bust the others skull open, sighed and waddled over further. With one mighty leap and a slap of his tail on the ground for extra leverage, he landed with a somersault on the platform of the cargo vehicle, adjusting the lance as he stood upright. And staring daggers at Azurian once he noticed the Rogue was there too. He thought the fool surely would've perished for his sins....hmph, perhaps he'd wised up and realized there was more to life than greed. Or maybe he'd seen something intimidating enough to make sufficiently fill his pants with shit and flee in terror. Either way, the Tonberry didn't take his burning gaze off the man, not even for a second. The others, he didn't much care for aside from the entertainment they had failed to provide earlier. Azurian though... he was precisely like the very travellers and relic hunters Shanks had been raised to destroy; fit the bill almost perfectly...
  2. Shanks kept waddling away from the ship once he found one of the many holes in the hull. He wanted to put as much distance between himself and that damn airship, just encase that greedy ass rogue pressed a button or pulled a lever he shouldn't have, and blew himself and everything in a good mile radius up sky high. He had taken to lugging the lance with the end leaning against his shoulder, point up towards the sky, while he braced the rest of it's length against his body. The thing wasn't particularly heavy persay, but given the disparity between the size of himself compared to one of the robots, it was certainly a little awkward.... Hmmmmm... maybe he could find some way to slim it down, shorten it. But that could wait for another time. He slowed his waddle to a simple stroll as shouting voices popped up. In the distance he could see three beings, two of them alien looking with strange tentacles, and one of em... wait? By Sephiroth's wrath, was that man... a Shinra Infantryman? Hmmm... no, no, Shanks had to be mistaken, he didn't wear the colors of one, and he lacked their iconic helm as well. His gun was even the wrong model to boot. A pity, he would've loved to add another infantryman to his trophy list, the bastards always reacted with even more surprise than regular travelers of treasure hunters... what with their precious training and all, never expected to be offed by a little green lizard in a dark cave. Anyways, that wasn't the point. they seemed to be a standstill in whatever they were arguing about, but blood may be shed yet. Shanks simply stayed his ground, watching them. Who knows, this may just become interesting...
  3. "well alright then. Let's give this a shot." Turning to the trees, his eyes briefly flashed violet as he peered beyond their cover to the battles being fought. Yes, just where they'd been when he'd seen them from Erce's back earlier... or well, close to where they had been. The Archer he distinctly remembered, given he'd been the reason he dismounted in the first place. Clearing his voice, he spoke as loudly as he could, voice carrying like thunder as he shouted above the din of conflict. And lo and behold, it held the same volume as the same screech he'd used to summon Erce when the fight began. "OI, YVES AND STERLING, I'VE BEEN TALKING WITH YOUR FRIENDS GRAYHAM AND ROOZ 'ERE; GRAYHAM WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU TWO ARE DOWN WITH GIVING UP THIS POINTLESS FIGHT AND JUST WALKING AWAY! THAT CAPTAIN WANDROUGHT YOU LOT WERE FOLLOWING IS KINDA DEAD NOW, AND THE ASSHOLE LEOFRIC IS SOON TO FOLLOW 'IM, SO YOU KINDA GOT MORE TO GAIN BY JUST LEAVING AT THIS POINT!"
  4. "Oh trust me kid, he definitely knew who we were when he started this brawl me and one of my fellow knights tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen. About your other friends though, I'm afraid I don't really know where they are. Alot of the guys who were near the captain's position were either knocked out or killed after they came at us, if their further down the avenue, chances are they're still fine... for now. Been pretty chaotic around here, for... well you know why already..." He turned his head, glancing down the same way the boy was. He stopped spinning his lance as he did so. Shit... these assholes were willing to go so far as to hired a kid to fight them? He... didn't know why he was surprised, hell that gladiator they harbored had looked and sounded no older than 14 to him at most, about the same age as this kid... what the actual fuck, man? Putting down of grown ass men who had gone out of their way to start some needless death match was one thing, but... "Those two though, Yves and Sterling... they wouldn't happen to be an axe fighter and another archer... would they? I didn't hit your friend that hard when I knocked him out, he should be fine soon enough. If I can convince the others in your group to just chill out for a minute, you think he'd agree to just give up this crap and leave? The captain and.... Lord Leofric..." He paused, thinking about it for a minute. Did he want leofric's blood for this too? The captain had been an irritable asshole who struck first yes... but Leofric was the asshole who had sicced this deathsquad on the pirate kid to begin with. He'd made it obvious he viewed people as nothing more than property when it suited his desires, and Marek had gotten anything but good vibes from him, in the brief moments before this mess began. Yes... he did want Leofric dead for this mess. The prick definitely had something coming to him... "Yeah... the captain and Leofric, they're the only ones we're actually concerned with here. You guys had the misfortune of being on the payroll of some nobleman with his head up his ass, doesn't you all have to go out like this though. So how about it, you think Rooz here would listen to reason, if I pulled it off?"
  5. "Rooz, eh? Not a common name..." Spinning the lance idly in his hand, he turned to the Archer nearby "as for your buddy, he ain't dead. At least I'm pretty sure he ain't; such a weak blow shouldn't be able cave in a grown man's skull. You uh... you realize your captain is dead though right? Infact, if I know Erce, she's probably chowing down on him right..." "So... I asked him this before he fell, and he gave a pretty clear answer. Maybe you'll give a better one though- you sure you and your friends here really want to continue this fight? The asshole who ordered you to attack is gone; I told him I'd put down every last one of his men too, for his attitude problem. But uh... you take that bow in your hands there, place it on the ground real nice and just walk away, well... I can't really count you as being one of his men anymore, now could I?" "Either way, it's your decision bro. I won't stop ya, hell I'll even let ya carry old Rooz here away to safety. You two could go get a drink once he comes to, start looking for an employer who won't throw your lives away for nothing."
  6. "Huh, well... this is uh... unexpected," In all honesty, he had anticipated at least one of these wandroughts to try and challenge him. But lo and behold, the fools had ran right past him, like he wasn't even there. Perhaps he'd taken a few levels in stealth without even realizing it? Hah, like hell he had. Dropping down, hooting and shouting like some zealous shock trooper, the only way of them had missed it would be if they were deaf. Still though... this situation put him in... quite the interesting position. Quite a few weakened men nearby, all of em just a thrust or halberd hack away from biting the dust.... hmmmmm... but who was the biggest target? The merc's words echoed in his mind, as he turned his attention ever so slightly to the east, and sure enough saw the man making good on his enthusiasm. He might've smirked, if this had been some drunken brawl and not an all out death-match in the streets; this guy kinda felt like a kindred spirit in a way- a real go getter of a fighter. When the going got tough, he obviously did as well. Well... Marek supposed that despite his promise to the captain, he didn't have to kill ALL his men... hell, technically speaking, a mercenary was no man's but their own, if anything. So.... He walked out of the forest, his way now totally clear with most of the enemies further north. The Halberd he carried vanished in the same plume of black fire it had materialized with, replaced with the very same spear he'd gotten from ol' Captain. Would kinda defeat the point of just whacking him upside the head, if the weapon he used for it was heavy enough to still kill the man either way. And then, he was finally behind him. Without a word, he crept up behind the mercenary as best he could, swinging the butt of the lance with a decent amount of force. The man was lucky that he felt some odd kinship to him... against most of the others, he wouldn't have thought twice about turning that lance right around to the proper end... L17, Crack Merc 3 on the back of the head with Slim Lance
  7. "Head up north, towards the outskirts of town. The shops there begin to thin out and there should be a few estates beginning to pop up the further you go; the hooded dude should be waiting somewhere around there on the main avenue; we'll be back there once we find everyone else."
  8. "Hey, you two!" Cadence called out as they approached the fountain, "Come over here for a minute, something's come up!" Just like with Madante Earlier, explain what's going on with the Illegal Poison shop, the shady clerk, the hooded man, and the alleged assassination attempt about to go down
  9. Shanks emerged from the vents with the lance in tow, only to find.... the robot corpses looted clean and the Rogue nowhere to be seen. Gods damn it, fine, whatever, that foolish human would likely die to the other security forces that probably roamed this place- hell the tonberry had done most of the killing and distracting, he doubted the wanderer would last long on his own. With the lance in tow, he took stock of the air quality inside the ship, a forked tongue flitting out briefly. There was a draft, not too far away, he could feel the shifting air currents easily enough. He walked off down the corridor, searching for whatever breach had caused the draft; for surely that would be his exit from here. Shanks takes his new Lance and proceeds to leave the ship
  10. The tonberry scoffed as the machine fell dead. The glow around his blade fading, he shifted himself in the air, hitting the disabled machine with his feet and rebounding off into a backflip. He landed just in front of the vent, amber eyes glaring at Azurian with such intensity it was as if he stared into the rogue's very soul. Knife glinting with fire light, lamp swinging, he was clearly sizing up the man... that was when something in the vents caught his eye. A brief reflection, a glimmer in the darkened confines. Hmmmm... maybe that Lance one of the automatons had fired at him could prove useful later... Bringing his knife up to his non-existant neck and drawing it in a mock motion, easily recognizable as an intended threat of some sort, the tiny green lizard men crawled back into the vents to grab the lance he'd been assaulted with earlier... leaving Azurian there alone with the robot corpse in the meantime. Shanks retrieves 1 Cataguard Lance
  11. Sure, I'll bite. A few of us had talked about the possibility of a persona RP before, but the conversation always ended with the sentiment that if someone went ahead and did it, it would definitely be a crap ton of work. eh well, if ya decide to tackle it man, good luck. I'll certainly check it out if anything comes of this.
  12. Ghost rolled her eyes at the swordfighter's obvious entrancement. Quite frankly, she didn't really care what the hell they were doing; if those two over yonder wanted to shake their asses about like a couple of harlots, she saw no point in paying it much more mind than she already had. She did sincerely doubt however, that their exercise had any merit as a means of increasing one's speed, and having spent her whole damn childhood being molded into a ruthless killing machine, she felt she'd gained more than her fair share of knowledge on personal conditioning...very first hand, very brutal knowledge. "Thats... some respite, I suppose," She said to Friendhold, "Or maybe more of pity, in the long run. I've seen enough in my time to know that ignorance is never bliss, but... I suppose all things considered, she would be far worse off if her world wasn't tinted rose," Looking over to where the girl played, chasing this imaginary 'angels', these...corpses of the fallen men of friendhold's world, she pursed her lips "What do you plan to do with her now though? You said something about a protector. I take it that despite having this "Adam" substance literally pumping through them, the girl has no real means of protecting herself then. And well, from what I've been told thus far, this is hardly a situation fit for young children..." Or rather, she hoped that it was hardly one. Who knows, perhaps whatever force was running this operation from the shadows was desperate that even child soldiers were an actual option. Ghost felt her stomach churn at the mere thought...even the depraved bastards of her homeworld had waited till they were all legally grown before they threw them out onto some battlefield to die in a far off land. Regardless how shit their treatment up to that point may be...but then again, that was probably only because adolescent slave warriors who'd been training since they could walk were far more effective than mere youngsters who'd simply been handed a spear, taught to thrust with the pointy end, and then sent out to conquer territory. And thinking on it a bit more, she didn't doubt that at some point in history, they had actually tried that on some experimental scale...
  13. "Archers... it's always wandrought archers. They never change" Erce flew high enough to surveying the rest of the field was relatively easy, and he could spot a bowman from a mile away, no matter how well they tried to hide themselves- which... these ones admittedly did not. Infact, they were just asking for someone to come up behind them and give em a good shiv, standing exposed out in the streets like that. Still, riding into that mess was not something he relished. The smart thing to do would be to simply hang back, wait for the others to clean up these mooks; he'd done more than his fair share already, had lost count of how many he'd felled. But only because he hadn't been keeping one to begin with. But though it would've been the smart way to go about things, it wasn't that Marek particularly liked, as he thought of it. Even now, Miyagi's words echoed in his mind: Memories of home fresh in his mind, he was more than ready to go. With a mighty shout, he steered Erce forward, the Wyvern protesting at the sight of the archers but trusting the boy enough to press onward anyway... cautiously "Fuck it, Let's DO THIS!" He dropped from her back just as they passed over another small thicket further south, coming up from a well rehearsed roll before waving her off back to the north "Why don't you have a snack, save whoever has to clean up behind this fight some Grief eh? I'll take care of the archers... heheheh...been a while since I killed someone on foot. Reminds me of Graydale." The wyvern merely rolled her eyes at his bravado, but whatever. She had known him long enough to just trust his antics honestly, and she was... rather peckish anyway; killing wandroughts was hard work afterall. With a roar, she veered off back the way they'd flown, scanning the ground until she found the body of that oh so stuck up captain and landed with a dull thud. His pissy attitude had irked her the most out of all of em, so he was most definitely going to be first.... N15, Dismount
  14. "Wait that thing can control her?!" Ghost only realized her volume after her outrage was already expressed and she was on her feet. Sheepishly, she recalled where she was and sat back down on the ruined peice of facade. Tama only sighed beneath his breath- though he perfectly understood her... mix of emotions. He'd been there for the whole thing, after all... all those years... Maternal Instincts were always the hardest ones to suppress "I... apologize for that outburst..." she continued, grinding her teeth. She had to consciously remind herself that technically speaking, this man here wasn't the one who had made the.... modifications she had come to so... loathe over the course of this conversation. There was no point directing her disgust at him... "I... think I understand what you mean, anyway. Your people were merely using this Adam to accomplish what some in my own world would seek through more mystical paths then...Albeit on a larger scale... and seemingly with a bit more success. How bad does it get for her though? The Parasite? It can't control her actual actions outright, can it?"
  15. "Why the hell are they waving their asses like that?" Ghost muttered under her breath, "What is this, some Brothel?" before long though, she returned her... attention to Fiendholds story, even if her gaze remained where it was. When it was finally over and the swordfighter made his inquiry, she followed up with one of her own. This time she was watching the girl. "So... these little girls, like her... Alice... your people would infect them with... parasites and then start.. harvesting this... adam substance from them?" She didn't try to hide her disgust at the idea, not in the least bit. Not even Sumur was so... depraved as that. That wasn't to say that the Imperial Scholars didn't carry out numerous experiments on children, they most certainly did; orphans and young slaves sold off to the state by masters who had no desire of them for one reason or another made a perfect supply of plentiful test subjects who could not resist like an adult would. But even they... seldom went so far as to infect their subjects with creatures, simply to harvest some macguffin material. No, no, in such a case, they would have taken a far more direct route, tinkered with the creature's bodies and cells until they found a way to forcefully increase its biological output to whatever they desired, without the need to waste perfectly good children as carriers or hosts...either that or they just would've stuck to using expendable livestock. "And just what does this Adam do in the first place? If it's some type of... drug like you're suggesting, why do so many stop taking it after... starting? That doesn't sound indicative of common addict behaviour..."
  16. Shanks 8/9hp; 2 Omen Counters; +2DR=7DR total "KEKEKEKEKEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Shanks screeched in utter glee as he finally leapt out from the duct system as the Cataguard fell and it's allies panicked. Yes, yeeeeeeeeeeeees, perfeeeeect, just like his hunts back home. First you weird them out, then you scare them a little, and when they finally realize the danger they're actually in and are too busy running to fight back- THAT is when you go in for the true kill! And a kill he would have, against this final robot. His knife beginning to glow with a sanguine Aura, he lashed out in one final, merciless stroke at the thing's exposed warning light and internal components, leaving a red arc cutting through the air as he did so... Shanks Activates Bloodfeast, Then attacks the final Cataguard with the Chef's Knife!
  17. "...Magic.... hands? Oh....oooh..." she laughed, finally understanding the gripe "I see...how unfortunate." with that said, she turned to frienhold "What about you though? You've been silent for quite some time, where did you too come from? You mentioned something about darkness earlier, didn't you?" Her attention soon shifted to the girl though, and stayed there for a time "Does she have a name? Your... daughter, I presume?" of course, that was still presuming much at this point. Despite his attempts at reassuring them she wasn't whatever they thought she was earlier, Ghost was still uncertain as to the true nature of the girl. No one else here had seemed to drag children along with them, at the very least...
  18. "Hm...Well, we'll hit a little harder and a bit more accurately. Guess it makes sense, as many blokes as we've killed lately. Defense is still better though." "Nothing quite like the sound of 'TINK!''"
  19. "I can't say much in that regard. For the longest time, I did the latter." Ghost muttered "I'm not entirely sure why I fight, anymore. Anger, Hate maybe? Guilt? Regret? They all seemed to lose any meaning, after a while. Just become the empty emotions of an empty person. Leave a candle lit long enough, and I guess eventually it goes cold. That's probably around I stopped using my name altogether. Or the fake one they gave me, at least. God knows what my real one was, if I ever had one. Alba Vincula... 'White Chain'. It was a fitting name... for a different woman. A woman I was tired of being. For a while I thought I wanted peace. Then I realized, trying to bring peace of any kind was pointless, because peace directly interferes with the will of tyrants, and is the utter antithesis of raiders and predators. So long as they exist, they'll do everything they can to tear down any peace that takes root and blossoms. Me and Tama might've been strong.... maybe even the strongest, at that time, but even we couldn't kill all the wolves. There'd always be more waiting to take their place. So I guess from there, I figured: if I can't stop men from acting like wolves, I can at least teach the sheep how to defend themselves. protect the lives they had built and earned with their own hands, instead of tearing it away from others. That just pissed the empire off to no end really- but it worked. Small as most... places I visited were, many of em can't realistically expect to win an all out battle with the empire if they sent their full might against them. Luckily though, the Imps don't like to leave many areas ungarrisoned whenever they make a move- learned from past rebellions and losing a few cities. Arrogant too, and not particular on sustaining steady losses to resources. It worked out in my favor, most of the time- if or when the Legion came for them, they were able to hold out long enough for the folks in the capital to just give up and cut their losses. Hell, sometimes they even managed to slaughter the invaders all together, heheheh... wiped the greedy bastards off the face of the earth. She continued the chuckle, for a minute or two. She didn't find it particularly funny, the fact that peace was more or less a fool's dream and that it was simply the way of things that one way or another, many men must die if others are to remain free to simply live. But damn, if it wasn't satisfying when she thought about it- the looks that must've been on the imperial's faces when news of each failed campaign or each loss made it home, the utter frustration they must've experienced when they heard whatever the locals of that area had called her.... "Hmph...maybe that's what I'm really after, in the end. Making everyone of those monsters running that show suffer just as much as they've made the rest of the world. Send them the message that their days are numbered... Yeah, I like that, actually. It's good that those types of men are made to feel some fear. Made to bleed an ocean for every drop of blood they've soaked the earth with. Karma is an absolute bitch. I guess I'm just helping her speed up a bit."
  20. "I appreciate the offer." The tone in her voice sounded like it was glad, as she sat there. She wanted to be glad. But her face gave it all away that she'd done this type of song and dance before... and that she knew how it generally tends to end too. "I almost had the bastards, once, you know. So close to just... cutting off the snake's head, making sure it can't come back like some Naga. A General here, a governor there, a senator lounging in his summer home... one by one, we hunted them like cattle, uprooted and burned any trace of the imperial line of succession, working our way deeper and deeper into the interior... until finally all that was left was him. All emperors horses and all his men dead, but when we finally got there, someone else had taken his head... someone who... turned right around, and filled that empty throne. And just like that, I lost... everyone fighting beside me, everyone who trusted me... lost. All I'd done was made it easy for someone far more vicious and ambitious than him to take his place." She sighed, voice tired as she droned on. Their faces flashed through her mind, one by one, men she'd been tasked to protect, men she'd later turned right around and killed. To a Sumurian, politics were about more than mere policy or the current state of affairs. No, it was a deadly, unforgiving game. When you played it, you were either willing to kill, or be killed. Such was the unspoken tradition the land had adopted. Such was the unspoken tradition she'd once helped to propagate. "He wouldn't listen to anything I had to say then," she continued "The one who... beat me to him. and I doubt he would if we met again. Hmph, probably already gotten around to replacing all those dead officials- we'd have to do everything... all... over... again... New faces, new names, new schedules and habits to memorize, no doubt his creations to contend with too, this time around. And God knows what he's capable of himself, these days.For a while I hoped that maybe he was going to prove me wrong. That he'll be...different from the man who came before him. I don't really see any reason why he would though, at this point. Guess it's just... a mother's foolish wish.." She sat up abruptly, arms resting on her knees as she stared at the floor "But look at me, sitting here and shitting on someone's offer when they're just trying to help me. I'm sorry. I do appreciate what you're offering, really. Maybe... maybe someday. I... I need some time, I guess. If I can just get my bearings about what's changed since we got called away, figure out how to even go about an operation like that a second time...and hopefully get a better ending than the first...maybe. Either way, Thank you."
  21. "... It would be really fucking nice if you just told us upfront what's going on." Cade grumbled "Dude, it's obvious from how scarred you are that you know more than you're telling us. This whole thing with worrying about reinforcements only gives more evidence. But fine, continue being dodgy, have it your way. We'll go get the others and meet you back here in a bit." and with that said, she turned once more, this time in the opposite direction, and headed off down the lane, muttering under her breath as she waved for the others to follow "Alright look, I'm not gonna run around this whole damn city trying to find everyone- so here's what I want you cheeky bastards to do; fan out and try to figure out where they went. I don't need an exact spot, just a specific direction... an Accurate direction. So help me, if you pull any bullshit like you did back at those docks with the fire..." the Anima murmured a few indignant protests. They'd said they were sorry (alright, that was a lie, they definitely weren't sorry and would totally do it again), hell had even helped her get that nice sword, and still she treated them like a bunch of traitors and tricky dicks who could neither be prosecuted nor trusted. ... ... ... Smart girl....they collectively decided. Smart girl indeed. Ending their mental debate, the spirits finally began to do as she asked, attempting to track down the companions as the girl kept walking. Go gather up the SoC bunch I guess, cause it's map time
  22. "So that's it huh?" Cade truly was beginning to get annoyed with the mystery man, despite how little time they'd spent talking. He obviously knew more than he let on...the concern in his voice during that last part was an easy giveaway. Maybe he was a servant at this supposed manor or something... or was otherwise related to the potential victim. It didn't matter to her though. One way or another, he was certainly being dodgy for someone who wanted their help "Just gonna dodge around elaborating further and cryptically reinforce what ya already told us? Not really helping your case here pal, considering I'm starting to find you pretty suspicious, what with the hood and the posture and all." with that said, she turned and began walking north "you're probably not gonna give us a description of the place either, so I won't bother asking you for one. C'mon, let's go look into this; The investigation is back on after all, I guess..." Take the Gang north and go check out this Faux Manor place
  23. "..." "I see then." she sighed, obvious exasperation in her voice. Maybe she should've been a bit more glad at the news- it meant that they're whole investigation up till now had been worth something afterall... but it also meant they were gonna have to step in and clean up yet another mess that the local authorities apparently couldn't handle. Though, to be fair, it wasn't like they'd told the locals about it to begin with, had just kinda... went off on their own and started poking around. After taking a minute or two to steady herself, using that classic breath exercise- Myrdwyn had a point when they talked afterall, no point wearing her heart out stressing over everything -and she continued the impromptu interview. "And just who owns this 'Faux Manor'? Why do you think they'll be his target, whenever he decides to spring into action?"
  24. Shanks-Many-Men 8/9; 3 Omen Counters; +3DR=8DR Total it was the moment of Truth. With a sufficient amount of horror in the air, Shanks readied his knife and lit his lantern, casting his face in it's ghastly glow. Even as one of the automatons got wise and fired at him, he kept walking forward, tanking the hit like an absolute champ, shuffling, shuffling, ever closer. And then finally... he struck. Just he had to so many adventurers on Gaea. One knife, one Tonberry, one lantern, and a boat load of death. He saw that somehow, one of them had lost it's helmet... "kekekekekekeke...." he laughed once more in glee. He knew a sitting duck when he saw one...but it could wait for later, he had bigger fish to fry. knife beginning to glow black he lashed out from the cover of the vent at one of the panicking robots Shanks uses Omen Slash on Autolance 4, sacrificing [1] Omen Counter in the process
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