Sutoratosu

Aurora The spider cocked her head in a mixture of confusion and curiosity as one of the flesh-bags, this particular one among those few whom she'd not truly observed that much in all the chaos that had transpired till now, came to her with a small bottle... the contents of which she knew from it's scent alone were sweet. She paused in her weaving, stashing the mostly finished cloak of sparkling gold and black trim away in the silken bag, considering the proffered foodstuffs. The wine would do nothing to her, true... alcohol was little more than sugar water to her kind. But still, she had nothing better to do, mostly unnoticed among all the chatter of the squishes and their own dealings... aside from continuing to use up silk on projects she'd no idea who they were even meant for, at least. Without a word, the spider accepted the bottle, giving a slow nod to signify the validity of the deal.

Revenant vs Silent Requiem Sully Remembers... The exact words the girl had spoken played back through his mind as he entered the Arena, unphased by the irony of the situation. The pilot across from him, Silent Requiem... he'd fallen for the same exact retribution strategy that Revenant had, in all likelihood... it had just taken he himself being blasted to realize what the hingepoint of her fighting style actually was. And even more, she'd freely given him a basic account of what happened on the battlefield that day... But smugness was not the emotion that immediately came from the circumstance. Nor even contentment really. This was too stacked, too one-sided- he'd heard the rumors of the bloke who'd somehow managed to get royally fucked up during his match. If he'd just had access to the information the girl had so readily let go in passing, he'd be willing to call it a fair fight; he hadn't asked her with the intent of getting data out of it, he'd just been bored, disgruntled, and entirely un-buzzed after a long day's work...but he'd taken the opportunity when it came knocking. No shame in simply being alert and resourceful. Just like there wasn't anything to really gain or prove by beating on a man who'd clearly already gotten the shit kicked out of him well enough by someone else. But Solomon had yet even less to gain by holding back anything just because of factors beyond his control or, truly, interests at all. He may not have liked the match-up, but his discontent was nowhere near strong enough to warrant forfeiture. He'd fight this poor bastard just as hard as he had the girl... the binding factor between them... the trap they both fell into, him apparently taken by surprise, solomon already having suspected that something was afoot in the match, just not entirely sure as to what. "You ready?" He finally asked his AI companion, as the playback ended and he filed the note file away again. When there was nothing but a stretch of empty silence in his mind, he couldn't help but suspect there would be trouble... "Asmo. Da hell is it?" "We've uh... we've got errors. Several. I... I've never seen anything like them before. They're just... look for yourself." As if on cue, a flood of blaring red, flashing 0s, 1s, and the occasional 2s emerged in his mind. And now sooner had the Mechanical poked through them to inspect the issue himself, did he immediately see what the AI meant. "There's nothing wrong with these codes... they're the exact same we've always used, and the changes in the blueprints wouldn't have even gone anywhere near this damn section. Why the fuck is it suddenly being rejected now after years of working without a hitch? I don't see any sign of intrusions, covert or otherwise...and I don't Diviner would fuck me over like that, least not after the talk we had about the artificial mechs...but if it's not a hack, and nothing's wrong with the actual structure... then how-" "Wait, sully... look. You see that there?" "Yeah... weird. Looks like whatever it is only targets... hehehehehHAHAHAHAH, aaaaaaaaaaaaah Dayum, that's good Asmo, you had me going. I thought it was something actually important got screwed. Buddy... we got more ways to deliver a good system-shock than just sending the direct package... and the cutters are more for utility at that range than anything else. Man, gotta give ya credit though, you do know how to be dramatic... I don't remember programming that into you..." "You didn't. I learned from constantly dealing with covering the over the top, completely Shounen tactics you both are so damn fond of over the years..." "Eh, that shit is what got all 3 of us to the top. Don't knock it if it ain't broken." "Whatever, fair enough... just waste this poor bastard so we can get this formality over with." "Yeah, yeah, was thinking the same thing myself..." The mech stayed stationary, as the slotted ports on it's back slid open with a hissing torrent of pressurized gas and one by one, the modular shards of pure, crimson metal drifted out of them as if possessed by their own conscious locomotion, dancing in the air before the Mechanic, their revolution faster, and faster, until at long last, they closed the distance among themselves with a click and locked into place... forming a perfectly circular blade that seemed to cast a glow over the ice beneath them, crackling with the occasional burst of electrical current. Solomon didn't bother to take it in hand or showboat with it, just let it continue to hover infront of the armor, arms crossed... as the Tesla spheres began to exert a repulsion field just beneath his feet, controlled enough to just lift the mech a few good inches off the Ice...just as they'd lifted him up and above the islands and waves last fight once Strider had succeeded in pissing him the fuck off. He liked the exertion of physical dashing towards the opponent, or the rush of bobbing and weaving while subtly setting your stance for a counter all the while, if he didn't, he wouldn't have spent so much damn time overclocking the Servo strength. The issue though, was that all that stuff? Alot harder to do when you're slipping and sliding and can't stop exactly when you want to in the exact position and stance you need in order to either to most efficiently transfer momentum to your next maneuver. The Islands last circle... he could deal with. They had been solid rock, gave good traction, and were large enough that he could get in at least a few steps and a good lead up for even an unboosted jump off of them, even if the set patterns they'd came in had made the movement paths available rather predictable. There was no point in even trying on Ice though...

Aurora Aurora had been observing in relatively unnoticed silence as she always did, as yet more strangers had apparently been introduced and began conversing among themselves. She saw no point in bothering with any of them at this point, after all, their arrival just meant she'd have even more squishies she'd inevitably end up propping up with healing; how these fleshbags managed to stay intact despite most of them being so easy to bloody and batter from what she'd seen so far, was beyond her. Come to think of it actually, there were quite a few things about this congregation that left her at a loss. Such as the race of most of the fleshbags. Alot of em looked like the arrogant and hairless bipedal chimps that so heavily dominated the surface world back home... just with much different attire and weaponry. Yet they smelled... so terribly different in fact, that had it not been for near identical racial appearances, she'd likely have nothing to associate the two together at all. And the smell didn't just differ that heavily between them and the hairless chimps either, but from each other as well, as if each of them carried the air of whatever strange places they hailed from... So many questions. So many implications. Too many things that didn't quite add up about it all. Lost in her own thoughts, she found herself idly beginning to weave the silk from her wrists as the activity in the room continued, their threads just as vibrantly diverse and colorful as when the Dragon had given her the dyes earlier. The Spidryc Demi-god wasn't even quite sure of what, exactly, she was making, but regardless was already well into laying out the garment's design and pattern within a few moments.

A changelog for all the shit I edited on Aurora:

Aurora The amount of coordinated effort the last two flesh bags had pulled off was...astonishing, to say the least. Here she'd been, more sure by the minute that it might be more effective to get her own hands dirty as they had all flailed about in chaos. But like that, it was all over. Good... and not good, at the same time. She hadn't had to put up much of an effort for the kill, but there was nary a thing to harvest from the Machine or ruined armors or the shard either... so in the end, her total spoils amounted to nothing. And so too was it that the energy she'd expended healing, no matter how slight it had been compared to actually fighting herself, had been wasted. She stayed near the back of the chamber, where she'd been nigh the entire battle, watching a few of them as they gathered around the remnants, eyeing each will dulled boredom. It was growing tiring to keep helping these total strangers when there was no direct personal gain for her, at least, none she could sate herself with... But it was all too familiar as well, this situation... this help without benefit or reward. Far, far too familiar, yet at the same time far too distant. As if silence incarnate was calling to her, voice matching her namesake, yet still whispering the clearest of sweet nothings regardless. But even as it did, she could feel that the emotion in and itself was... incomplete. Marred by a cavity so significant in its presence, she could not help but think the abscence to indeed be intended for the most vital peice... But as to who, or what, that peice had been, was beyond her.

Alright so, had this secondary ready for a few days, but kinda... forgot to actually post her, what with how utterly off the rails that whole convo chain on the discord when I tried to get actual feedback went.... Screw it, I've done my best to try and balance her...better optimized than Aurora's final sheet was at least.

generally speaking, simply stating one's intrigue in an interest check thread is never confirmation or reservation for a spot upon launch. Though, this is of course, Froggers rodio and perhaps I might be wrong, but just generally... if someone wants to participate, they have to make a showing of their commitment through creating and submitting an actual character sheet. Again, Bfrogger is likely to give a more concrete answer here himself, but... if sign ups and rosters around here were all based on statements of interest made on prototype/ early peeks of the RP's structure alone, then we would have alot more roleplays that would've crashed and burned before they made it off the runway and into the air. The reason most hosts don't do sign-ups based on Int Checks alone is because: Expressing interest at one point in time doesn't guarantee that said interest will hold up once presented with the final product, or that folks won't simply forget in the time between the idea's proposition and it's final presentation.

Aurora uses Mending Ray (1d4+Syn HP restored, 1 status ailment cured) on Hikari (if she croaks before, use Mending Ray on Kagari instead)

"Pathetic." she said, not even bothering to follow the insult up with a strike, really. The lancer was far more likely to reap more headway from another engagement than she would. She lowered her weapon, walking around the man as if he were nothing more than an inanimate object to be kicked aside, as she glowered all the while. "I'll leave you to your fate... my allies are all too eager to end your worthless life, see?" "Grr...lucky dodge. You can't keep it up forever, though!" as if on cue, there was the shaman charging up another shot and firing it at the Spearman. Cadence found herself smiling, ever so briefly as she turned away, before she saw her true target and that same glint of pure nihilistic malice returned to her eyes. She'd come round to where the bandit had struck the healer, coming up from behind and whipping her rapier into position with a flash of iron and whistling of wind, the only warning signs her victim had before she thrust the length of metal towards the small of his back, right where she knew if she severed the spine, he'd never take another piss standing again, and as soon as the cord was cut and he goes toppling like a puppet with no strings, she'd be running him through the throat. There were no words to be spoken. No mercy to be given. The fucker would regret his deeds, regardless if he got another lucky shot in. For violent morons and cumberworlds deserve no such luxury as verbal notice of death, nor the chance to avoid it outright. Move to I10, TAKE BANDIT 3'S FREEDOM, THEN HIS LIFE

"Pathetic as it is, I've come to just accept it at this point. There's nothing worth saying here."

"I... hate you all..so very, very much..." It was all the snarling verbal confirmation of life she gave as she pushed away from the healer and began to rise. Whether the statement was intended for her allies, the foes before, or just everyone in general earshot however, was any man's guess. She clutched the wound the axeman had put iin her side, still gaping open despite the one to her back having closed. "So very...very much. Vermin like you can't even fathom emotion this utterly consuming... how infuriating it is, seeing you standing there, gawking, proud of yourselves. How frustrating this charade becomes." She shook, as she collected the fallen blade from the earth, but it was anything but pain or the unsteadiness of having been downed that caused the tremors, her eyes burning like the hottest coals out of a fire. "Watching you swing those blunt pieces of iron about and act as though you're something because of it, as if your lives ever had any meaning or ever will simply because you decided to fight for...what, pray tell? Let me hear your cliche sob story; is your sister or daughter or wife or what have you sick, did some noble who once employed your service fuck your wife and leave you looking like some poor, pathetic cuckold, with a petty thirst for vengeance? Or did you just fall on hard times after gambling away everything you had and never knowing when to quit. On second thought... no. Don't bother telling me, wandroughts. I don't care enough to listen..." Despite her injuries, or perhaps, fueled by not only the physical agony, only a futile representation of her lot as a whole, she had both the final last drops of a Vulnerary and her Rapier at the ready, casting the flask to the earth and letting it shatter, as she brought up the blade. "The only thing I care for, is what your death rattles will sound like. Engarde, see if you can repeat what you just did... I dare you." Hold position, Down a Vulnerary and equip Iron Rapier

Aurora uses Mending Ray on Jesse (Restore Syn+1d4 Health, Cure up to one status). ((If he dies before then, Target the Machine Reactor with Tarrying Fate [Check of Aurora's Syn against the Targets Int; Target takes Init penalty equal to her Syn if they fail. 2CD]))

Dreamyard, Mid-morning long, dried grasses and overgrown shrubbery swayed in the morning wind, the quiet howl of nature filling the area, machinery and the remnants of machinery that had been fully functional only years prior dotting the landscape like moss and vine covered obelisk to the age passed not so long ago, as if a madman had planted a field during one of his frenzied experiments and in the end, simply ran out of cares to give as it ravaged his workplace and his research. Yes, truly, the yard was, all at once, both a place of barren destruction and twisted metal- scraps of enterprises long since abandoned, the memories of disaster ever etched into the scarred and ruined land and it's structures like the obituary on a grave to the advancement of science- and yet just as much a haven of bustling life and activity, a display of what nature did when left to it's own devices, devoid of the meddling of fools and the sons of fools who sought to harness, and unfailingly, eventually abuse what it willingly provided them, letting the seeds of greed sprout ever deeper into their souls until it all culminated into collapse and ruination, the death of the light of innocence itself. For such was the way of men. But yet even for all his folly, nature had yet to fully turn herself against the mortals. Despite having retaken the area as her own, the abandoned lot of broken dreams had yet to bare the fangs of hostility back onto the former masters of the land- evidenced by the lone figure scouting the wreckages of the abandoned labs, holding nigh impunity as wilders watched all the while and merely returned to their business... for now. Perhaps it was something in particular about the being's presence that worked pacified them, mayhaps the determined swagger of their stride, or the manner in which they held themselves- like an alpha among betas... or mayhaps the snarling flame hund ever by their side, nose to the ground but still radiating an aura of nigh boisterous conviction that matched that of his master. Yes... perhaps it was the power of a bond that the wilders sensed... the power that made some of them edge away and others maintain weary vigilance as the two went about their business... Little did any of them know however, just how deceptive initial impressions could be... "That's the third time since we got here," The figure sighed from beneath their black hood, the tiger pup raising it's nose from the earth to gaze upon where it's latest trail had taken them... right into a giant wall of slagged metal and stone wreckage. The hund looked back almost apologetically into the gleaming pricks of amber peering beneath the shadows. The master did little more than around and back the winding way they'd come. "I guess we're gonna be spending a lot longer here then... damn place is like it's own anomaly." The words weren't spoken lightly, as they stopped once more, having walked into another wall where before, they'd been certain there was an open path. It was as if the instinctual compass they'd come to rely so heavily on was at the mercy of a force entirely foreign to their experiences, senses and directions toyed with like the blocks in a wooden tower. Even now, they could still sense it, even stronger than it had been at the entrance- the same permeating wave of psionics that awashed the place in a heavy wave of presence. Prescence... yes, that was the right to describe it. The figure grit their teeth. "Saul, where are you?" A bark, not that far away as the hund darted into view. Yes, a presence, that's what this power was- so great that it could suppress the tell-tale feeling of their own partner even when he was mere meters away. A power that left them turned around and lost even in such a relatively open place. A power that was beginning to make them bristle as they turned and began walking again. "Screw this... I've had enough traipsing around like we're on some drug trip. It's time to lea-" the breaking of twigs, the rustling of underbrush far off in the distance. Both master and hound alike turned with equal swiftness to face the new sound, heads practically on a swivel as they watched for the wilder they were both expecting to pop out. The growlithe took a ready stance, the small black stone affixed to his collar gleaming with near ominous light as the slightest hints of flame billowed around his mouth. But no Wilder popped out at them. No territorial mon attack in an attempt to drive off would be intruders. Just another rustle and a crash and curse, several of them from the same voice, sounding off in equal parts frustration and pain. The hund and figure looked to one another for only a brief moment, then back to the source of the ruckus. Already, they took a few tentative steps closer, edging off the path they'd once walked and deeper into the brush as it all grew louder. And even despite the sickening thickness of the psionic air, both of them still picked up on the nearing presence... prescences. Could it be yet another trick of this place and it's fickle nature? or had they truly completely missed another party altogether during their roundabout excursion...

Mending Ray on Bridgett (Heal Syn+1d4 Health, cure up to 1 status ailment) ((and if she somehow manages to croak before then, just target the Machine's Reactor with a ranged attack instead)) The radiant fire did nothing as it simply passed through the blob, much to the spider's chagrin. But there were yet other concerns at the moment, it was becoming a bit of a bother how soft some of these flesh bags were, how utterly terrible they took a hit. Truly, it was pathetic. Barely any headway into the battle, and already some of them seemed too close to death for comfort- once more, if she didn't want to end up having to pull their weight as well, it would be in her best interest to intervene...

The spider practically bristled as yet another mass of darkness formed within the center of the machine's operating space; she'd seen far more than enough of the little runts just during the short journey to get up here. There was little patience for the creatures left in her, if there ever had been to begin with. From where she stood near the back of the illuminated chamber, she lifted her hand, snarling as a soft celestial light began to gather there. She cared naught for the interloping suit of armor in the way... if it wanted to try and take the bolt of celestial fire bursting forward from her palm, it was welcome to test it's mettle. One way or another, she was done fighting little black blobs of inedible origin. Aurora raises The Radiant Shard and fires at the Heartless currently being formed by the machine (If heartless dies first, Attack the Sentient Armor instead)

The Brumal Girl Rei spent a bit longer, clutching her gut as she fell to her knees from the strike, knowing naught which was more disorienting; the raw fact that she had just been, more or less, nearly eviscerated on the spot and still felt the pulsating fire of countless nerve endings, like so many bullets tearing through human flesh with all the mercy one could expect of an imperialistic battlefield... and then there was the fact that despite it, she was still able to consciously process anything at all. One thing was for certain though- whatever this was, it was most definitely, not a simple dream, at least not the types she'd always been familiar with; such a horrifyingly visceral experience as what that blob put her through moments earlier should've been enough shock to send her bolting up awake in bed in a cold sweat, screaming hysterically... And screaming hysterically she was, this entire time. Only now was she able to realize it as her throat and lungs burned raw with exertion, hands drenched with purer white than her hair, dress torn and stained as if someone had poured a torrent of white paint where her abdomen should've been. But even as she realized the extent of the pain, she could begin to feel it ebbing... or at least, receding enough that something else could not rear it's head... Vindiction incarnate. The merciless fury of winter itself, blooming forth from her wound and spreading throughout her entire being as her screams went from those of the dying and to that of one about to make others suffer the fate of death, eyes burning pure silver as she channeled every ounce of her focus into the air around her- and like the merciless law of winter, it did freeze to the lowest possible of matter... "S H A T T E R!" She commanded with gnashing teeth and a voice like the fiercest howling of a wintry gale, the rage of that old mythic fiend still channeling through as with every ounce of mental strength she had, she blasted the aura of frost outward along the path, fast as a bullet, freezing the very landscape and space as it surged forward but yet leaving the Plant Girl completely unscathed when it passed- for she was not the one The Brumal Girl wished destruction upon here, no, for her indignation knew only the blob, and it's befouled brethren hiding behind it...

Most of the time the others had spent between bashing and examining the door and surrounding cliff after the shadows had disappeared, Aurora spent simply looking on in disinterest. It still bothered her, how despite being significantly weaker on an individual level, those crawlers had all been far more gone than the masked beasts, like they'd been made of the abyss itself. But despite the growing unease in her gut, it had been quite amusing to watch them try to fight back, only for all their claws to simply glance off the chitin and leave them wide open for a sudden counter; even for those who had somehow managed to strike actual flesh instead of natural armor, the light injuries they'd left had already long since regenerated. Except for the burns on her palms. Yes, but those were of her doing, vexing as she found it. She'd never once had any issue handling the power of the shard, before she'd woken up in this realm, and even worse, it'd had been capable of far grander devastation back then- the light and heat it emitted now was like a dim candle when before, it had been a roaring wildfire... though, perhaps that spoke more about her than the implement herself. It's light was merely an extension of her, a manifestation of her raw power.... and for a while now, she'd definitely had been lacking the usual sensation of that force. Just like with the burning light, it was still there, still present, but dimmed, dampened... whatever could've happened to make it so, she pondered... Finally though, the buffoons managed to open the door. She was surprised it was still intact, from how hard the metal woman had been assaulting it, but whatever reinforcement the barrier might've had did not matter now. Only what lay beyond it... perhaps something actually edible, unlike the tar-bathed runts they'd just fought. Without a word, she followed a few of the more braver lot into the hall, noticing the dim torchlit but making a point to stay out of it as she scanned the large chamber. Darkness was always the best cover for her kind, it was what they knew, what they were raised in, a part of them, even. And from shadows, she ventured ahead and began to investigate the rest of the entrance hall, as the flesh bags seemed to be more occupied with chatting idly, their pace far too leisurely for her liking. And Oddly enough, as she took the surroundings all in, she could not help but be reminded of the old castle- that massive, sprawling place of stone and mortar and magic and primordial darkness from the realm she once knew -the very place she'd first woken up, before any and all of this mess, Disoriented, unable to recall even her own name or the significance of the two beings who'd been watching over her. It was a feeling of the unknown, or something having been lost, something dear that may well stay lost, the feeling that despite them calling her Aurora so many times, like she owned that calling, the name was the property of someone else, someone more deserving of whatever significance it had held, once upon a time. And it was a feeling she did not relish. She hastened her scanning of the walls and floors as she searched, eyes unhindered by the dimness- even in total blackness, she would've seen as fine as day in here. The sooner the way through was found, the better.

She flicked the blood off the worn blade as the bandit fell dead, spattering the man's face with flecks of his own crimson to match what he was losing on the ground. "One..." She whispered as if speaking to herself and herself alone, as she stepped over the body, daring not sheath the sword- for there were still others about, and this blade would require far more lifestuff from the wicked, for it's baptism of blood to finally be complete and it's past sins truly cleansed. And more, it would most definitely drink... all she had to do was wait for the rogue to draw them out. Yes, yes, if she just stayed by the bend of the road and didn't interfere, their time would come soon enough. Move to G11, hold

"Look, I really don't care about whatever junk they're hoarding, Ecquis." the priestess answered bluntly as she walked over a few paces to meet the rider. She didn't even bother to raise her staff, merely snapped her fingers with a curtness matched in degree only by the exasperation in her eyes as she took stock of the ones still coming after them. And like that, a brief wave of light came over the man and wyvern, far weaker than her normal stuff, given there was far less to mend. "If you want it, go ahead and get it already, or stay here and help set up some type of way for us to break through... whatever you do, Just try not to get yourself killed; Those pathetic excuses for Mages and those horse-riding apostates deluding themselves as apostles don't scare me, their magic will wither faster than their career prospects the moment they even try to touch me... you though, if you go down to a stray thunderbolt, so do the chances of any of the rest us getting out. The only thing that matters here is that we find a way to get to Meredith again, and end this mess..." Move to G16, Heal Ecquis

"Hm... You've my thanks, now then..." She grabbed the handle, nodding as she took it from the rogue. Even as she accepted it however, She'd already sheathed the Rapier by her side, so fast the actually process of stowing it through her belt had come and gone in a flash. "let's get started, shall we? wiping away some the crimes it was used for...is going to require a certain... price to be paid." She turned on her heels without a single word more, ruby eyes boring through the bandit, a special type of contempt on her face as they fell upon the axe he wielded. There was only physical weapon she felt even greater an indignant fury towards than swords by now, and that was by far, the goddess damned axe. She stalked forward, eyes still burning as the blade flashed, and just like when she'd struck his brother in the woods, the length of iron came around in a harrowing streaking of silver, aiming right for the bastard's dominant arm. Unlike merc boy though, there would be no mercy from her, not for this fucker. Only the cold embrace of the death, and the wrath of the Goddess' judgement for all the innocent lives he'd doubtlessly stolen soon to follow. Equip Iron Sword, then GIVE IN TO HER HATRED AND STRIKE DOWN AXEBOI!

She thought about it for a moment, glancing at the clearly worn blade and then back to her own. Contrary to what most assumed, rapiers weren't all that light compared to common blades, if anything hers probably weighed the same, if not even more than the mercs, so it wasn't like she'd reap any benefit of speed with it, or power for that matter. And then there was the fact of how much damage it had already sustained, even her own was in better condition... not to mention the disdain she already felt having to just carry one of these little symbols of suppression she'd known for so long, but still, as much as she honestly hated the damn things as a whole, at the moment they were all she had. And it wasn't like she could exactly use the spirits without paying a steep price for it, one she wasn't eager to incur again too soon. Out on the battlefield, it was better to rely on an actual armament than it was to rely on nothing but your fists. Even one you absolutely despise, but nevertheless know like the back of your hand. What mattered most here was them making it out of an encounter alive to get back on their original course. A wider range of options would help to accomplish that... "Aye, might as well take it off your hands then," she sighed with noticeable reluctance. "the damn fool probably got killed in the wreck anyway... best that at least someone take that thing and use it for something beyond the sake of greed, for once."

The few foes still in her range seemed to flee after the bandit went down. The bastard had gotten lucky though, really- the sudden, instantaneous death he got from the Nomad's quiver was probably far better than he rightfully deserved. Or certainly better than what she would've given him, at least. Sighing, she turned her vision to the south, far beyond the boundaries of the woods where the attackers had begun to gather again. She'd only just started to make full use of the cover, and already, she was forced to leave it... Something caught her eye though, as she moved out, intent on ending the bandit's brethren who'd been so gravely wounded.... the sword stuck through the belt of the rogue who'd injured him. The weapon looked far too familiar for comfort, the nicks and notches in the blade, some she recognized from her own weapon, the shape of the guard and pommel, worn leather on the handle... "Oi, you there," she called as she drew closer, rapier in hand but eyes still focused on the wounded axeman "that sword you have, you wouldn't have happened to gotten it off a Mercenary, did you? About middle-aged, mustached, with brown hair with a grey coat? Probably seemed a bit scared, wanted nothing more than to get away and rethink his life decisions, or so I hope?" She already knew the answer before she even asked, it all matched up too perfectly to the blade she'd quite literally disarmed him off on the ship. But still, she would've thought old merc boy would have had the decent sense to take his property with him. Assuming he even survived the storm that nearly offed all of them and also found his way to some type of land by drifting, that is. It could've been very possible the fool had perished despite her mercy and his gear just happened to wash up with everything else...seemed no less unfeasible than how all of them somehow drifted in turbulent salt water for days in the midst of a storm, with seemingly no lingering ill effects or injuries after coming to. Move to F8, Initiate Trade with Belros

Sighing, Maya turned to the wounded archer, glancing only briefly at her and then back to the situation at hand as the light went to work and steadily wove her body back together. There was still the whole matter of them being somewhat surrounded, afterall. And it seemed like Ecquis was more concerned with looting whatever may lie beyond the door; in all honesty, she wanted to yell at him that whatever damn treasure might be held in this outpost likely wasn't worth the risk. But there was little point in any of it anymore, really- one way or another, she'd still probably end up with a sizable workload by the end of this mess. "Let's just hurry up and finish here, before more of these blind, loyalist bastards arrive..." Move to H16, Heal Hoshiko (Benevolence Active)

"Just don't get too cocky, remember what happened the last time" she couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's antics. She meant it though. Having to call the spirits just to stop him bleeding to death wasn't a feeling she'd relished the first time, and she highly doubted it'd be any better the second. She didn't take too much longer before springing to action herself however, eyes fixing on the heavy thickets not far away. "Well, once more it seems. First pirates, now bandits... I wonder if the wandrought leading them will be smart enough to run away though." She stopped. There, beyond the thickets, there it was. She tightened her grip on the iron rapier as she caught a glimpse of idle movement just beyond trees. Nigh immediately, a plot formed before her. "heheheheh.... let's see these bastards deflect what they can't even see coming." And that was it, before she vanished into the woodwork, like a shade in the night as she kept every ounce of her attention fixed on the axe welder... and as a flash of silver, briefly lashed out from the woodline with a glinting arc. Move to C8, Swipe at Axe Boy while he likely attempts to answer nature's call by the tree line... Soldier 4 bless his soul

"Well, finally starting to get some magic again. Perhaps it's time to try something a bit... different though..." Buffing to C