Sutoratosu

"Well, at least some part of it seemed to get through" She sighed as she watched the monk engage the Archer and promptly strike the corpse, though the thing was still standing in the end... could've been worse though; he could've missed, or taken on the corpse from a range that it could counter from. With his poison cleared up though, he wasn't exactly the one closest to mortal danger anymore. She turned her attention to the south and headed towards Hoshiko. "Seems those knights gave you quite a bit of trouble...here, take a moment's respite" Just as with Klaren, a pulsating light began to permeate throughout the girl's body, though there was no oppressive weight or the strange conflicting force of both Benevolence and Malice, fighting for control of the magic she wove. Only a still calm, a purifying wave that seemed to end all pain... so reminiscent of what death must feel like that it was probably nigh terrifying... Move to H15, Heal Hoshiko [benevolence Activates: Hoshiko<50%HP]

Rame allowed herself only a few moments of surveying the others before deciding her target. It seemed for the moment that everyone was intent on having a severe case of tunnel vision for those directly in front of them, not like that was an actual issue though...quite the contrary. It would keep things fro getting too messy right off the bat, and if she could take down the threat closest to her the fastest, it would certainly work to her favor. With that in mind, she began chanting a few lines, though Jev was much too far away to have made out any of her actual words as embers began to surround her form only to blossom into a swirling blaze that dimmed itself considerably as she lowered the incantation's tempo; there was no point using full force, a few mild burns should've been more than enough. With a single thought, a few of the flames leapt through the air, consolidating themselves into the form of a small, crimson orb not much unlike a bullet before the construct sent itself speeding off for one of the boy's knee caps, streaking sparking embers as it flew...

Sully "Eh, it's already complete...shouldn't take me very long" the Mechanic said. He couldn't help but glance at the screen, as the names fleeted by just momentarily. Something about them...he just couldn't put his finger on. "Aquarius...Pisces...why do those sound so familiar? Are they pilot aliases or something? I know I've heard em somewhere..."

Tres "Tch, A bit of havoc is putting it lightly" Trish scoffed. "They may have seen it as just a prankster spree taken too far, but Tesla was on the way to a full rampage by the time he was stopped. He did some scummy things with those appliances; chasing little grass type kids with the lawn mower, freezing water types with the fridge, damn near killed a few charmanders with the washing machine, even...but what really got him noticed was the oven. Draidon didn't take very kindly when a bookstore around here went up in flames and threatened to take the whole block with it...killed the owner too, in the process, if I recall correctly, and that's more or less what finally got Stratos and his guards involved... Draidon just wanted him dead, or as dead as a ghost type can get, but Strat wanted justice to run it's course. Wasn't long after till Tesla was captured, sealed into a capsule, and dropped off in the middle of nowhere." She walked past the space duck and to the counter, ducking behind the wooden slab for a moment before reemerging with an polaroid photo... such a thing was an exceedingly rare sight these days, even for one like Tres...though one also had to wonder just how the hell she'd known exactly where it was or that it'd even be here, unless... well, the place was covered in electronics...and she did say she was a treasure hunter... "They called him a terror and left it at that" She sighed, staring wistfully at the picture as she sat on the counter top. "But... I knew tesla. He wasn't like that, he'd always been a cheeky bastard, sure, but his pranks had never been malicious up till then. It all only started after we found that thing..." Her snout scrunched with a subtle rage as she tossed the thing at Tres. He could see it clear as day, as it landed face up on the floor. It was a picture of her and a Rotom, posing with some human ruins in the background, a sack full of scavenged electronic components by their side... and something else in the bag too... something that seemed to gleam a deep violet. "I...I should've never let him keep it. That damn rock felt like poison to me, the moment I saw it...but I didn't stop him... that was my first and biggest mistake. My second one was expecting any of the authorities would actually believe me when I started suspecting it was the cause... they didn't see any point trying it my way, trying to find it and take it away from him... no, they just went and put a band aid on a sharpedo bite. Just because you're covering up the wound, doesn't mean it's healed..."

Tres "You've just gotten involved with forces you don't want to deal with, bub." She said about as bluntly as possible. "but calm down with the whole assassination crap, I'm not gonna to kill ya... not yet at least, you don't seem to be displaying any symptoms..." She gave a snap of her fingers. Nigh immediately, Tres felt relief wash over him, the burning white glow vanishing and the oppressive wave of restraint with it. "There's something evil living in that place they gave you, duck" She began. "Something far older than this enclave and as vile as the Shades, something that should've stayed buried in time and never seen the light of day again... I wanted to see just whether you'd fallen to it like he did, but I guess you didn't find the basement...going off how you haven't started terrorizing people yet. Good, I wouldn't have had much choice if you had... did the old dragon tell you anything about the guy who was there before you?"

Genis "Uh huh..." Folie said. Even if the kid's face hid it well, his voice quivered like a Volcarona getting ready to fight. "So...that mean you alone in this Enclave, kid? It's nothing ya gotta lie about, ya know. There are plenty others like you out in these streets. So go on, answer me straight, it's not like anyone's gonna call the guards about ya or haul you away to put with strangers... 'least not in my neighborhoods." Tres Clapping. That was the only thing Tres could hear in the shop, a round of thundering applause as hands of white flitted about the air, as if disembodied phantoms had found his trick oh so amusing. Within an instant, he felt a crippling wave of force rack his entire body, his vision tunneling for a moment before it ended, and a white glow filled the place... coming right from him. Something felt...off...wrong...almost as if...he had forgotten all his other moves except for Trick Room...no, not forgotten, they were still there...but none of his other powers responded, regardless how hard he might have tried. "Bravo, bravo~" A voice mocked from behind one of the shelves "thinking you're so clever, luring me into this small space and using trick room..." It was feminine in pitch, that much the duck could tell. Out from the stacks of old electronics emerged none other than a pikachu, a smirk curling along her face as she approached Tres. "But I'm afraid you just became a sitting duck...I never thought they'd reassign that old house this quickly." she gave a sigh, eyes darkening as she stopped in her tracks. This was close enough, no point risking anything more if it had already gotten to him. "I kept telling them they should just burn the place, tear it all down and use the space for something else. But does anyone believe old Trish? Nope...I'm just some crazy treasure hunter chick, it's not like I've spent more time out there than most of em combined... what would I know? He'll, Tesla didn't believe me either, look what happened to him...and now there's another victim, just perfect..." ((Regular Pikachus can't learn Encore...take the hint buddy)) Sephtis The bisharp glanced at the ghost out of the corner of his eye, but said nothing as he reached down and inspected the flower. The healers around him continued their work as if sephtis wasn't even there, light and aura being woven to repair broken steel... despite the extent of his injuries though, the knight didn't seem to be in much pain. "You've my thanks for the gesture." He finally said, stowing the plant in his cloak. "Aye, I don't doubt they do thank me and the others, at least some of em. The rest are probably busy worrying about their own skins and how to save themselves from the bugbears that are sure to come." He turned his gaze fully on the phantom, eyes gleaming a startling amber despite his kind's lack of irises. "You're not from 'round here though, are you?" Arthur The bar keep gave him a quick once over before returning to the mug he was drying. An Azumarill nearby sat next to a basin, blasting more of the glasses clean with pure water pressure before setting them on the rack. If Arthur didn't know any better, he probably could've both the drinkware and the equipment had been stolen from a human drinking establishment. "Who wants to know, kid?" The machamp demanded gruffly "Never seen your face round these parts, I don't exactly trust people I never seen before. How do I know you're not just some thug looking to gather info for an ambush? Been a bit too many of those lately...not that all of them don't wind up regretting it in the end..." Clarice The bell chimed from the store front as they talked in the back. The Alakazam gave a short burst of his power as flakes of feathery white flew off the shoulders of his robe, the scholarly insignia of Draiden's Librarians clear upon his breast as took stock of the space. It was a bit more humble than he'd expected, but these were the exact coordinates on the map; he was absolutely certain he was in the right establishment. "This really should not be my job though..." He sighed. "Top level Military clearance, Master of the Census record, Head of Cartography and Engineering, and yet he's got me running about on fetch quests better delegated to mere scribes." Regardless though, he stopped to take a look around. He sensed all to well the life forms present just out of sight. Surely some clerk would be out soon enough, it wasn't good business sense to leave the selling floor unattended for too long, after all.

Wallace "M...agi...c..." He hardly believed it even as the words choked out of his mouth... yeah, sure, bloody likely...that's what he would've thought at least, before... well the man's earlier demonstrations had proven that one way or another, he'd found someway to control Favor no one else had. If his father was here, the man would probably be a non stop torrent of questions and scientific inquiries about just what Watcher did. And as much as he wasn't fond of the stranger, he was nothing if not his father's son "Favor...what...is it...really...then? How...are you...using it...like... that...? Our...mechs...the hand...here..."

David He mulled it over for a few moments, as the robust boy swayed. A glance at Ingrham still on his knees and Myra trying to comfort him, One of the twins crying with Jeff by her side, the Deb kid still pouting and shit. Didn't they all look like a pitiful bunch... hell, David didn't even know where to begin sorting this mess out, not by a long shot. He was a mechanic afterall, not a miracle worker, and like it or not, the man in white had wielded power far beyond anything they could match...somehow. He didn't quite know the boy well, had only seen and heard of him in passing really, but he knew was smart... a lot more smart than he looked. And probably a lot smarter than most of them. "Fine... screw it..." he sighed, before tossing his head back and calling over his shoulder "TESLA! change of plans, you're gonna make things right by helping to get Wallace and the others back, girl!" Tesla Needless to say, Tesla was more than a bit surprised at his sudden change of heart...but she didn't bother to question it, giving a glance to Solomon as he giggled and cooed in his carrier. The little tyke grabbed for her with those chubby little mitts, but all she could do was play with them a bit as she leaned down to eye level. "Later, okay? there's...stuff going on sully..." With that she turned and headed back down towards the mechanic, her younger brother just staring at her, curiosity on his cherub like face, a mess of black curls topping his head... Good she thought He didn't start crying "...yeah?" She asked, once she again stood where she'd been before. "He's got a plan..." David said, nodding towards Tobias. "You and the other's are gonna help out however he needs you to. I've got jack on what to do here, and I'm pretty sure none of the others do either from the state of things...whatever he's got in mind, it's the best bet we have right now." She looked up into those burnt amber eyes, about to say something before they again glinted, having not forgotten nor forgiven what she'd done, and she nigh immediately recalled why she'd avoided them before, instead turning to the older boy. "W-what's your idea then...how can I help?" Wallace (oh my god he can talk...) He lay there, the same position his father had cradled him, though his head now lying on the rather warm ground instead of the flush white of the man's labcoat. The air felt different here... so much to breath, so saturated with oxygen... it felt like home in his mind, not his home, but the place the winds would call their own... they place they could thrive and prosper. Even the sky was different, as he stared straight up... the slight orange glow of the ball of nuclear reactions in the distance bleeding into an otherwise bland atmosphere. He recognized that glow... had seen it several times before; on a display monitor only perhaps, but it was unmistakable... so too were the voices he heard near by... They were...familiar ones... "It's similar to a Spherian object known as Sol, but the odd way the planes work has it permanently on the horizon regardless of the time or location... Wrath is the only Plane close enough to actually see it... the land is often set alight by bursts of stellar fire...and the radiation can cause illness if one strays to far from Anchors. To that end I have made certain to place us near an inn in which we may stay." The fucker in white. "Will Wallace be alright?" Vicky... "He should be, however the warning-less displacement may have him slightly shocked. Wallace, are you alright?" The white fucker again... "N....ooooo...." He managed to exhale, talking for what had probably been the first time in a very long time, his voice not but a thin wisp of a thing as he tried to center himself, focus the winds in mind, though he apparently couldn't call his mech, not even the fucker in white could take something so basic from him. And the winds came to him like hounds to a master, feeling his connection strengthen by the second, fueled by the rage he still felt boiling just under the surface of his heart, like a small ethereal heat, a star like the one in the distance, it's magnitude knowable only to him... yes, this place indeed felt like home to the winds. And the abundance of breathable material made it all the better for his feeble form. "But...will...liiiive..." His voice was still a raspy whisper, but he began to pick himself up off the ground. He wobbled a bit, as he got to his knees, almost falling before his balance seemed to correct quite swiftly, almost as if he'd been caught by something at his back... He relished the feeling. It was the exact same one Tesla had so brutally cut off with her little act of assault in the arena. For once, he felt as though he was whole. He panned his view back and forth between victory and watcher, the displeasure in his eyes clear enough as a fair amount of blood stained his collar and shirt... that little bitch Tesla may not look like much, but she'd certainly done quite a bit with her fists...then again, not like it was exactly hard to wail on someone like him... Regardless, soon enough he turned his view to the source of the ambient light, and saw...it. "Vic...why....here...?" His gaze again returned to Watcher...and Wallace didn't know what irritated him more about the man. The fact that he so obviously wielded power the likes of which only further made a worm like a weak and feeble child like him even more insignificant and tiny in the world, that he'd technically set into motion the events to led to him getting his ass kicked by the same girl he had decimated just minutes before in a mech, or that he'd removed the one equalizer Wallace had available to him, like it was nothing... "Who is... he...?What....is...he...?"

Screw it, for the sake of time, I say we just go ahead and do it man. We've been sitting on this one scene for a while now...

guess I'll move the two (or three, technically) of us on later tonight or tomorrow then.

Better hurry then... she'll only be able to do it once, cause let's face it, she is probs next to die come the enemy phase...coveted Javelin or no, there's still two god damn axe units nearby, and man are staff wielders oh so squishy...

She went to speak, but nothing came. She knew naught how, but somehow... the monk's response had managed to disarm whatever else she was going to go on about. "Well, figures then... not much consolation, but at least Don can finally stop turning in his grave, I guess." She let her gaze drift to the body of the ruined knight not far from the man. "He does seem to have a talent for drawing the strangling hands of fate towards his neck, but... could it really be so true that I misjudged his motives so much? He said before he didn't it for us...so why change his tune now?" She looked back at him, the fear on his face obvious. Fear of her, not the corpses... not many times she had ever gotten such a response from...well anyone before. Despite the contradiction she clearly recalled, this reaction was still too honest to be a lie... "Forget it, Meredith's right, my mind is better used keeping them alive right now... this can wait for now." "...So...I see" She sighed, turning her attention to north once again... eyes again gaining that harrowing glare, though this time it was meant for one man, and one man only... assuming they were even a man beneath those clothes. "Perhaps... I was a bit quick to judge here. I..." She seemed to almost struggle with the words, oddly enough. Finally though she spat it out. "I'm sorry. But we can talk about this later... there's too much at stake now. If distracting them to hit you is really the best help you can give, then fine... just don't go running off like that again. Cotton and Linen robes does not a suit of armor make, and quick feet does not a few verses of scripture grant." With that said, it seemed she was done, instead surveying over the field, taking in the carnage thus far. Hoshiko and Ecquis were both in need of attention, but of the two of them, she could only reach one in any reasonable time... meanwhile it seemed like a few of the soldiers had fallen in the distance- well, one of them at least... the other was clearly bleeding out... there was little she could do for him though, the way things were looking; and even besides, they wore the colors of the king. Her own people came first, by and far. That troubador would have to manage on her own... though, say...wait...didn't she look...familiar? Almost like...no, whatever, there was no time for that. The dead still lingered...there'd be time enough for questions after this whole travesty was set to rights.

"...I'm still not too sure what to think about you. But we might as well put that fire of yours to use; we'll gather the wood, you spark the blaze...and we'll all just forget about how we found you pleasuring yourself in a burning house. I think that's a fair enough deal." ((We so have to make this a convo IC at some point though Acqui...)) Also RIP Klaren, it was gonna come out sooner or later though, so...really, this convo was gonna be inevitable. And Maya's mean streak continues...nah, she just really, really doesn't fucking like people injuring themselves with stupid shit... and she already didn't like Klaren much to begin with

"Klaren you fool!" She dashed the rest of the way to the monk, her glare fierce enough to have seared the scales right off a dragon... even an oblivious idiot like him should've been able to tell- he'd messed up big time. There was no effort to hide her ire here, as her staff flared to life just as it had so many times in the past "What were you thinking, dashing so far ahead among these abominations; are you really so eager to feel pain that you think nothing of holding a line or the strength of numbers? Look at you, bloodied, bruised and envenomed, not too far from death's doorstep. There's a good reason I told you to stop being so reckless, but you're obviously too blinded by your own urges to see it..." Despite her words, the same type of light that had spread over Meredith and Luka in the past began to coalesce around Klaren, though there was nothing of that calming presence and tranquility it usually instilled. Quite the contrary, rather than soothing and uplifting, the light she wove now was fraught with the weight of her agitation, a burden of a hundred stones upon the man's shoulders, even as his wounds were healed and his body restored back to it's peak. There was nothing she could do for the poison though, but it would wear off soon enough anyway, and honestly, it was better he have a bit of lingering punishment for this... "You're a member of the church, aren't you?" She demanded, the light beginning to fade now, and the oppressive weight with it, but her voice still harsh as ever. "Don't you think there's... far more important matters to attend to, than your personal ecstasy? Perhaps matters like that Godless Heathen of a Necromancer to the north and his defilement of the natural order, or maybe using that light of yours to end the suffering of those he wields like puppets; you know, just a few things a monk should be concerned with right now?" Move to E13, Heal Klaren [benevolence ironically activates:Klaren<50%hp]

"Well this is troubling... I blame the necromancer. Surely, he must've cast a curse on our company...yes, let's just go with that for now. The sooner he burns at the stake, the better..."

so it's probs best if we hold off on posting just yet, fam. Let's see just what the di have in store for us first... also GDI Klaren you are so getting a fucking lecture for this, I swear...

I got another for ya, just finished her up... it was rough splicing her together, not gonna lie, but eventually I buckled down and accepted I'd have to get my hands dirty with some intensive edits...I think she turned out pretty good I call her Lyra...Maya's mother. now we got the whole fam together... += And don't bother asking me why their parent's hair are both lighter shades of blue than maya's and Freyl's, FE/ Anime genetics in general are just wonky, Mkay?

Lucille, Raziel, Prisoner [outside the Bell Tower] "Good, good little bird boy~" she chimed eerily, her voice carrying a hollow, resounding ring to it almost like a literal bell, the mere sound of it probably enough to make the angel's head begin to spin... Raziel probably could've felt something of it's effects as well, standing so close. The lingering resonance stopped soon enough though, as she frowned at the mention of ignorance. She could tell from his pulse that he was being honest on that front, sadly. "Well then... whatever, it doesn't matter how much you might know, just that you give him everything you do know... simply play along like the good little man-pidgeon you are, and I'll let you go back to whatever miserable existence you had before your little crime spree...well, minus the ability to ever use your sigil magic again, but eh, that's justice for you..." With that said, she turned back to Raziel, her teeth reverting back to human form near instantly, demeanor nigh completely void of the menacing air of predation that had been so easily exhibited just moments earlier. Almost as if it was as easy for her as flipping a switch "See?" She said. "He's whipped; he might not have much to give you, but whatever he does will flow like water. So...you do know the way to the meeting point, don't you? 'Cause I certainly don't, been busy babysitting this dolt ever since we caught him..." Jesse, Aquila Senpai [Canna's Tea Party] The golden eagle again glared at the angel as he called her a "Mister". Unlike the last time though, rather than issue a few sharp bitch slaps, she restrained herself to digging her talons a bit deeper into his flesh- still not enough to draw blood, but still sufficient to communicate her agitation...fucking referring to her as a male... the nerve of it; Mistress Lucille was completely blind, and yet, even she had identified her correctly... this sharp shooting vagrant had no excuse, other than plain being too much of a lazy bum to notice. Of course, she failed to take into account the fact that the Mistress had a far more intimate and spiritual connection with her right off the bat than merely being a shoulder ornament, and knew just what she was from the feeling of her soul...but still... rude much....

eh fuck it... Behold, fools, the Many faces of Maya, the resident healer of the FEF:Ashes gang. I made the original recolors and stuff myself using Natasha from FE8 as a base, came out pretty well tbh. Shout outs to inno though for being a pal and editing in all these different expressions for her because I was both too busy with coursework and knew too little about splicing at the time. In order of appearance, the expressions are: Neutral, Smiling, shocked, sorrow, prayer, anger, uncertainty, annoyance, blushing, and "Questioning her decision to continue healing Klaren", and ???. I made some custom edits for the blushed and other last two mugs myself But wait folks, there's more! I may not be able to splice quite well yet, but I can recolor like a boss! Colbez and Freyl, Maya's father and brother, respectively. Colbez uses Carlyle's mug from FE8, while Freyl's is Ephidel from FE7. The old man is a Butler (homebrew class made by Murdoc, much cooler than it sounds) and a certifiable force of nature who gives no fucks what's in his way, while Freyl was a Scavenger and took alot after their father with the same type of talents, but kinda wound up...pretty dang dead (at least physically)