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"Yes, yes, I hear it Brachus! Now calm down, just like the last time, you'll be fine..." Her scolding was muffled slightly as she adjusted her helm, but regardless the dragon stopped panicking as she reached into his mind. The armor was... well, different than she was used to, covered the whole body instead of just the vitals, but she didn't think getting accustomed would impede her too much. Finally adjusting it well enough that her hearing was muffled as little as possible, she sighed, turning her attention to the noises from the sky "Of bloody course it's just an even bigger version of those... eyes. Though from how you were freaking out, who knows... maybe Andral actually did me a favor here. Either way, just make sure nobody dies..." The young drake looked once at his mother, up to the giant abomination in the night sky, to the boundary of the circle they stood in, and finally back to her. With a grim nod, he finally seemed composed, flicking out his tongue as he warmed up his breath weapon... And surprisingly, Lucille followed suit, her own tongue having gradually morphed its tip and a strange force welling up in her chest. Moves I. Lucille will use Mimicry to copy Brachus' Restorative Breath! Brachus will hold! (Mimicry allows the user to overwrite it with a copy of an active/passive ability from one of their bound beasts, as well as draw upon said beast's relevant stats for the purpose of using the ability. The mimicry lasts until either the user chooses to end it as a free action, the beast dies, or combat ends. Restorative Breath restores {1d6+Syn(5)} HP to the target; when used on dragons it restores {2d10+Syn(5)} HP instead. As an unrelated note, Brachus is inside of the sanctuary with lucille.) II. Lucille will use Restorative Breath (scaling off Brachus' Stats) on whichever Ally has the lowest health! Brachus will also use Restorative Breath, on the Ally with the second lowest health! (Restorative Breath restores {1d6+Syn(5)} HP to the target; when used on dragons it restores {2d10+Syn(5)} HP instead.) Loadout
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Fire Emblem on the Forums: Sea of Crossroads [IC]
Sutoratosu replied to krim's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
"Yeah, hope you're right..." Cadence couldn't help but sigh in a bit of annoyance at the thought. How long had they'd been away, by now? How many days, weeks were they off of the original time table? All that time, and all that blood shed in meaningless conflicts along the way, was something none of them would ever get back "About time too, I have to say... after all the hurdles we jumped through just to keep going." With that said, she turned to Karik, meeting his eyes for the first time in that whole conversation. As infuriating as parts of this whole detour the past few weeks had been, finding him was one of the few actually good things that had come out of it. Was actually nice having someone even remotely close to her own age around, even if he was a few years younger... someone it was easy to relate to. Hell in some ways, he'd been like the little brother she'd never had. But now, well... he'd found what he was looking for- Cadence was happy for him. Really, she was, but... "Well I... I guess it's gonna goodbye pretty soon then, Karik" She said "I'm glad we helped you find your mom. Hopefully you guys can go back to however things were before." -
"Artifacts, eh? Well... perhaps this will get interesting." She made a mental note, as she rose from her seat. "but it'll have to wait I guess. Not even what- a full hour here? Yet already we're being ambushed twice..." Commanding her beasts to stay behind, she followed the footsteps she heard out of the door. The only one that followed her was one tiny, emerald green drake... Lucille will join the fight (and takes the set of Terrarian Silver Armor)
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Fire Emblem on the Forums: Sea of Crossroads [IC]
Sutoratosu replied to krim's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
"I think I can explain things a bit," Cadence said as she walked over from the railing. She gave Karik little more than a nod in acknowledgement as she passed "We were supposed to be heading straight to kabumu to investigate reports of a "disturbance" on the island. Early into the voyage though, we were set on by a band of pirates, led by some man called... what was his name again, Karik? Gonzap? Anyway, that's... how we found him. They were forcing him to fight in the raid against us, but well... we could tell something wasn't right. Some of us talked to him, and well... before long Gonzap and his men were dead, Karik had decided to come with us until we could find his par- er... find you. The next thing we know though, there's a squal just on the horizon, massive one, and by the time we notice it's already too late. Washed up on the shores of some random isle way to the south, along with what was left of the ship. Was a lucky break everyone survived. From there we had a few run ins with more scumbags, eventually found passage on another ship, and managed to make our way to the port we met you at, before... well, the mansion and everything." -
[IC] ANKL. Part I: Awakening
Sutoratosu replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
Arya She had whirled on her heels the moment she heard the bitch's footsteps, and nigh immediately, the adrenaline pumped anew. Beaten and exhausted though her body was, it had once more began to manifest a thin coating of memories- shifting grey crystal that danced and shimmered with the waters of time. Slow...too slow, she'd already spent so much energy just getting away from the bitch, and she practically had to fight to try and get back into the state she'd held before. Thankfully, or bizarrely, She didn't have to win that fight. Natalie had already rushed forward and met the killer herself, and with the exchange of words that followed, something finally clicked. And yet all Arya could do as the psycho finally gave up and retreated was stand there, shaking her head in disbelief as she let go of something she didn't even know her mind was clinging onto... and with it, the spreading coat of memories receded and vanished. "Natalie... is Nayru? But... how? I knew this had something to do with her, but fucking hell, what's even happening here!? First my old math teacher gets gutted, then some scythe weilding bitch comes after me and I start... fucking with time I guess... and now the goddess of reason and the mind is apparently... my girlfriend. You can't... can't..." Her leg began to throb. So did her palm. lot of things did, actually. Now that her life was out of immediate danger, slowly but surely the pain of her ordeal trickled back in. Tiny pin pricks and pulses of stinging, searing discomfort in her palm and along her calve, and a much duller throb around her sternum. Before long she was bracing herself against the kitchen counter, fighting to keep the world from spinning "Can't make this shit up...none of it makes any... goddamn sense. Am I.... losing it?" It took a good half a minute for her to snap back to reality, shaking her head "Huh? Oh...y-yeah...We should...How did you...?" And she stopped herself there. There were no end of questions burning at the tip of tongue, but as it was she already felt just shy of falling over. Launching into a deluge of inquiries wouldn't help. Besides, hopefully the answers would come to her on their own... just as she had earlier, she heavily doubted Mother Opium was oblivious to... to whatever had gone on here today. -
J4, EXECUTE the Initiate, Canto back to G4...again.
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"Yuo ntaw mose fo hits ymnoe, uyo gttao stuleh!" A cooing was heard as a certain pigeon swept down onto the table after Jun pushed the coins aside. With surprising speed for a bird clad in steel, and footwork as deft as a master fencer, Vera had collected about 10 or so of the offered coins before returning to Lucille's Shoulder, dropping them into her outstretched hand. Her efforts earned her a pat on the head, to which she cooed with nigh smarmy satisfaction "Onw ecom no, boefre I opwso kcab in nda lstea het sret!" Lucille takes 10 Silver Coins to barter with! "How many guards do you have here, by chance?" The girl asked after Jun "Are there any other settlements nearby? Any central authorities over this territory? Anyone at all who could send help or share resources? From what I heard about these boats they were also carrying beasts big enough to level entire buildings... and well, prophesy or no, I highly doubt that, if this is the "time of great need" your "dryad" spoke of, there'll be much that the eight of us alone can do against an entire army."
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The chameleon gave the all clear, once their foes were dead... or more dead than they started as, at least. The snake slithered off elsewhere. Lucille hummed a quiet melody on the Kazoo, and before long, the throbbing pain in her chest faded away. Silence had again returned to the night, but just as quickly was broken by more footsteps, and the sound of something hissing. She knelt down at the Serpent's insistence, holding out a hand. What she got was.... smooth, concave in shape, flexible. According to Raiju, it had fallen off one of the flying abominations she'd missed. Lucille takes the Clear Lens! The footsteps grew closer. She was again on guard, but it soon became clear "Jeff" and "Andre" meant no harm, at least for the time being. She gave the signal for the rest of her underlings to emerge from hiding; one by one they filtered back out of the bus as she approached the self-proclaimed "Guide" "Better than staying out here and fighting more rotten flesh and.... whatever the hell those flying things were. How far is it, exactly?" she asked "Oh, and I guess you can call me Lucille. Up to the others whether they bother introducing themselves."
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There was chatter along the bonds- her beasts alerting her that the floating object was still intact, just before they warned her mere seconds too late of it moving towards them. Lucille uttered out a thaumic curse as one slammed into her like a truck, knocking the breath her lungs and sending her sprawling on her ass. There were yet more threats to worry about, as the moaning and the godawful stench drew closer. "Hmph... won't live to regret their decisions?" she laughed, bitterly "from the sound and smell of things, they didn't get to do much living to begin with..." the mirthless irony in her voice was punctuated as the words she spoke twisted and congealed until they held a razor's edge, firing off towards two of the closest sources of this undead madness... Moves I- Lucille Casts Edge of Silence, targeting Zombies A & B! The Chameleon will use Barb Assault on Zombie A! Raiju will use Snakebite on Zombie B! (Edge of Silence launches 2 res-ignoring attacks which deal {1d3+Int(13+6)}*1.3 sonic damage each. Barb Assault deals {2d6+Str(3)}*1.2 damage. Snakebite deals {1d6+Syn(3)}*1.2 damage; due to "Electric Fangs" the target must make a Con save against Raiju's Syn(3) or become paralyzed for 2 moves, suffering a 50% failure chance) II- Lucille will play the Healing Kazoo on whichever ally needs it most! The Chameleon will use Barb Assault on whichever enemy has the lowest health! Raiju will use Snakebite on the same target if it's still alive (if not, it will change to target the one with the second lowest health)! (Healing Kazoo restores {6d5}% of the Target's Mhp. Barb Assault deals {2d6+Str(3)}*1.2 damage. Snakebite deals {1d6+Syn(3)}*1.2 damage; the target must make a Con save against Raiju's Syn(3) or become paralyzed for 2 moves, suffering a 50% failure chance) Loadout
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Loadout The black knight wastes no time as he rushes ahead of the others, and by the time the battle has begun, he radiates a stalwart aura as the Psychotic locals charge in... little do any of them know, striking his allies will not be a painless task. Black flames still radiate from his blade, as an even darker aura begins to coat his body, and condenses into his finger tips before firing into the crowd of assailants. Lances of horrid black energy single out one poor fool in particular... the one Stellio has already marked for death. Moves I. Stellio spends 5mp to cast Diablo's Needle, focusing all it's shots on a single Psycho Axeman! (Diablo's Needle launches 4 ranged strikes that deal 1 pure damage each. Stellio regains 25% of the damage dealt when he attacks, with a minimum of 1hp restored {4 Attacks=4 HP recovered}. Stellio Gains +1 Str and Ess everytime he deals or takes damage {4 attacks=+4 Str and Ess}, and gains TP equal to {Damage dealt/received+Ess}->30 TP after all 4 hits have landed. The Psycho Axeman he attacks will be released from the limits of "Rampart Aura" {see loadout} for the rest of the battle.) II. Stellio will then hack away at that same Psycho Axeman with the Headsman! (The Headsman deals {5d8+Str(10)} dark/slashing damage; with a 30% chance to inflict "Dark Adverse", making the target take 1.3x more damage from dark-element for the next 3 turns. Stellio regains 25% of the damage dealt when he attacks, with a minimum of 1hp restored. Stellio Gains +1 Str and Ess everytime he deals or takes damage, and gains TP equal to {Damage dealt/received+Ess(10)}.)
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[IC] ANKL. Part I: Awakening
Sutoratosu replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
Arya She watched for a few precious seconds as one girl vanished, and the other proceeded to lose her goddamn mind. The sane, rational part of her wanted to pick up the scythe she'd dropped and end the bitch now, remove the threat she posed before she could recover.... if she would recover. But the scared chimp part of her mind wanted nothing more than to turn heel and get the fuck out of there while she had the chance... And as the assailant began to tear her top off and claw at her own tits, the scared chimp won out over the rational part of her mind, and Arya was gone around the corner and dashing back towards the side door. Natalie, had to get her and get away from here, find someone, anyone, and pray that they wouldn't put her in a damn institution for this story, though even as she reached the door, she doubted it. Not even she herself could fully believe what she'd just lived through. Battered, bloody, singed, and out of breath, she didn't even notice as the layer of crystal formed over her skin again and shattered into millions of grey motes that faded in the wind. As she turned the handle and pushed her way inside, she was again dressed in normal attire, though the gash on her calf and the burns on her palm remained. "NATALIE! We....we.... we HAVE to get out of here!" She practically stumbled into the kitchen, slamming the door shut behind her as she called out. Her breathing was still haggard "Miss Bates... she's Dead, some psycho outside was waiting for me... still out there.... we gotta go, find someone, anyone...don't know how long she'll stay down..." She knew she was going fast. That she was frantic, panicking, but she prayed she'd just trust her, or at the very least take her current state and the injuries she bore as proof something was very wrong here... -
Loadout Her nose wrinkled at the smell of rotting flesh. The sound of mindless moaning droned on in her ears, and through the many links tethering her to her beast she could sense no end of panic from them, the type that only something.... purely unnatural could spur. Even Vera, cheeky little bastard as the bird seemed to be thus far, could only squawk in terror as the horde approached, taking off from Lucille's shoulder and flying right back into the bus "Ooooooneooopooo! Noep! Onpe! Opne! Peno! Opooeoonoooo!" Lucille scowled, before directing attention on the rest of the beasts. The bird had a pretty damn good idea. "All of you, follow her. Stay inside until the bus or the circle until this is over." They didn't need to be told twice. She stopped two of them before they could scurry off however- the ones who had owed their existence at least partially to Soma... "Not you two. We have work to do... whatever these moaners are." With a snap of her fingers, the circle flared to life.... MOVES I- Lucille Casts Edge of Silence, targeting Demon Eyes A & B! The Chameleon will use Barb Assault on Pincushion Zombie A! Raiju will use Snakebite on Pincushion Zombie A as well! (Lucille gains +6 int to thaumic spells while the Darksteel cane is equipped, and her beasts deal 20% more damage due to "Walking Bestiary". Edge of Silence launches 2 res-ignoring attacks which deal {1d3+Int(13+6)}*1.3 sonic damage each. Barb Assault deals {2d6+Str(3)}*1.2 damage. Snakebite deals {1d6+Syn(3)}*1.2 damage; due to "Electric Fangs" the target must make a Con save against Raiju's Syn(3) or become paralyzed for 2 moves, suffering a 50% failure chance) II- Lucille will play the Healing Kazoo on whichever ally needs it most! The Chameleon will use Barb Assault on Pincushion Zombie B! Raiju will use Snakebite on Pincushion Zombie B as well! (Healing Kazoo restores {6d5}% of the Target's Mhp. Barb Assault deals {2d6+Str(3)}*1.2 damage. Snakebite deals {1d6+Syn(3)}*1.2 damage; the target must make a Con save against Raiju's Syn(3) or become paralyzed for 2 moves, suffering a 50% failure chance)
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"Just like old times, isn't it Lenneth?" his grip on the lance tightened, as the winged steed neighed in defiance. Her eyes practically bore into the swordsman in the distance. Mercadier nodded, with an ever so breif smirk. The old gal wanted to get out of this hell hole just as much as he did. And she was going to be just as vicious in making it happen... "Hmph, eager for a fight as ever I see... good, good. Glad to know your spirit's still strong." Like burning embers, crimson flashed when he next opened his eyes. "But enough talk. Let's repay a few debts now, shall we?" J4, Autohit the Initiate, Canto back to G4
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"Maybe they are, maybe they're not." Lucille answered the neophite voice bluntly, homing in on the owner's location "Either way, I don't intend to take any chances. If they're just curious natives who might be able to help, fine, good...one less mess that has to be made. If they're something with nastier intentions though, well... they won't live to regret their choices." She had begun to drag her cane through the dirt near her, forming some bizarre series of interconnected geometric shapes as she muttered calculations under her breath. Within said shapes there were countless symbols, organized into structures she and she alone understood. Every few seconds she stopped to listen to the woods, before resuming her work "Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. Though in my experience, it's better to just stop hoping altogether. Keeps you grounded in reality, makes it easier to function once everything turns to shit. It's a lesson I learned the hard way, back home... but it's kept me alive ever since." Complacency. Above all, that was the crime she was most guilty of. She knew of the danger he posed, of the stakes, and yet she'd allowed herself to get lulled into a false sense of security here. And that had been the very window he needed to act. Even now, she was paying the price for it. But it was a crime she would not repeat, nor was his little attack something that would enjoy impunity. Lucille scribes Sanctuary on the ground in preparation
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She let the conversations tune back in after a few minutes. Just as she'd suspected, they were far from alone out here... "Something's coming," She moved away from the trees, calling out to the others "human-sized, still kinda far off. Don't know how many there are, but they're clumsy, sloppy, almost like they don't even care about hiding their approach. Either there's enough of them that they don't think we'll be a problem, or they're just that dumb. They sound like they've got some type of air support too- something moderately large, no wing flaps though... almost like it's gliding or hovering or something." The beasts were already forming up with their eyes fixed on the woods, as she spread the word. Not that the little cabal of kiddies was very intimidating, hell the scariest thing she had on her side was maybe the Chameleon who still had no name. The Dragons were both mere whelps, the steel pidgeon, while an odd sight, was limited in intimidation due to her size, and the cat... well, it was a fucking alley cat, not exactly that picture of a terror inducing monster by any world's standard. The snake meanwhile was much in the same camp as the pigeon. Not a single god blessed one of them would be any use in a fight, besides maybe the snake and the chameleon. But she humored them for now, let them think they were helping, if only because she didn't feel like giving the order to retreat to the bus.
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Stellio's blade was already out by the time he'd exited the pod. Dark eyes focused on the screaming savages from an even darker visor, as the knight expanded his senses and found precisely what he'd been hoping for- Mana. Just as abundant here as it had been in the wasteland. He wasted now time attuning himself to the flow of the world, subtley trapping some of the energy into a small reservoir of power like a sieve panning for gold. Moments later, his blade was alight with black flames... "I do believe it is what they called the land we originally were dumped in" He interjected as he kept vigilance over the tribals "And we didn't particularly end up there by choice. More like our benefactors seemed convinced it was the best place to toss us after their briefing. Regardless, we solved the issues that realm faced, at least partially, and now, here we find ourselves, in yet another wasteland. Almost makes one wonder, will most other worlds we'll encounter look like dusty shite as well?"
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Lucille exited the bus soon after the others, staying to herself as they began to mingle with the shapes she heard nearby. What she'd overheard earlier, and what the cat had told her of what he saw out the window, still stuck in the forefront of her mind. Thinking back to the history of her own people, there was only one real reason she could think of for why a massive fleet would be launched with beasts the size of buildings and countless able bodies in tow... War. "No teh tgirhb esid, if yhte'er lal aeindhg ehre, myabe we can rffoe the atc to ehmt sa britute." Vera chirped in her ear, to which Do turned about on his heels, hissing at the bird. "MREEEEOW!" Lucille felt the impulse to pounce before his body could even respond and suppressed it, like snuffing out a candle flame. "Don't even start that crap" she ordered, voice frigid as ice, and as she did the cane in her hand flared to life with pearly white flames, making both of them back down before the fight even began "Don't know where we are, what's out here, or how far off that fleet was. The last thing I need is you two getting at each other's throats." With that said, she tuned out the talking from in the clearing, and focused her senses on the world surrounding them, already telling from the chirps of crickets and other usually nocturnal animals that it would be getting dark soon, if it wasn't dark already. More than anything though, what she listened for were voices, footsteps, anything that might speak of some form of "welcoming" party or curious natives...
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[IC] ANKL. Part I: Awakening
Sutoratosu replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
Arya had never been so relieved to have something so bizzare occur before in her life, when the girl appeared and fire-bitch backed off. Trying to catch her breath, she eyed Kindle and the scythe for a moment, before giving a confused glance to the upside-down girl as the she began to spout a riddle Time.... time... memories? Arya supposed in a way, one could interpret memories as just... the imprints of time, plus it the fire-bitch herself had described it in similar context earlier. Perhaps that was how she was doing any of this, just calling forward things from their places in the past, based on the imprints she had of them? The stuff about purple and fire was lost on her for a bit, but at the mentions of 'love' and 'penguin' made her momentarily blush, as the memory of the day before crept to the forefront of her mind... Natalie always had thought of the little birds as cute... but, how did any of this mess relate to her? Make her spill the purple? What the fuck did 'purple' even mean in this context? Make her pay in time? Well, it was pretty damn obvious her chances of winning here will jackelin and shit, and jackelin just left town on the last train... so what, run away for now, come back after she'd done...whatever the girl was saying? Yeh, that was definitely a plan arya could get behind... Whatever the answer was, she didn't have time to sit here and ponder the intricacies of the girl's words. Still panting, she managed to get together a rough inkling of what the girl wanted, nodding profusely "Time fuckery....Purple fire... Love...Penguins... more purple...spill the purple....something to do...with Natalie maybe? either way... got it. And yes, Please. I'll take.... any help I can get here...." -
[IC] ANKL. Part I: Awakening
Sutoratosu replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
Arya's futile fight for survival She visciously grabbed at the hand out of instinct, bare nails digging into flesh as she tried to wrench herself free, adrenaline again kicking in. Much like when she'd been pinned the first time, her cries were more like that of a cornered animal, not caring of the licking flames that had begun to emanate off the fanatical wench or the pain she could begin to feel as her palm heated ever quicker. But in her desperate, almost instinctual struggle, as her own storm grey eyes met the pyromaniacs, there was one thing and thing only that Arya could see; it was madness. Pure, and utter. The same type of madness that drives this world. And it only made her body struggle harder to free itself, the exhaustion beginning to eat at her be damned, the normal limits of her strength be damned. Even as some rational part tried to tell her it was hopeless, that this was a struggle she could not win, the cornered animal shouted with everything it had, focused just as much at Kindle as it was her own nagging self. And loud enough to cloak the subtle *click* from her gauntleted hand... "SHUT UP!" And in the same moment, she took every once of raw physical strength she had, further bolstered by the second burst of adrenaline she'd felt today, and focused it all into one viscous knee kick with her armored leg, bringing the metal clad limb flying up towards one target, and one alone- right to Kindle's clams. simultaneously, something dropped from her hand, and rolled along the ground along with it's pin. Yellow and Black markings along its side and some very apt print "stun grenade" gave it's function even before the blast could go off- which Arya had already braced herself for in her desperate state, knowing from past experience exactly what one felt like. one eye was squeezed shut, though to any onlooker, it could've easily be from the pain of the heat slowly licking at her. The mil-spec plugs she'd conjured from memory in her ears at the same time wouldn't fully stop the blast, but they'd be better than nothing... and unlike the first time, her screaming served more than just frustration. pressure and light. It was all about mitigating the internal pressure in one's ears on detonation, along with the light the eyes were exposed to... Her mother's words echoed this time, in the back of her mind. She knew this was a futile fight... she'd never entertained delusions of trying to win- only delusions of escaping to live another day. And delusional or no, the only way that had even a remote plausibility was for their to be an opening, and from what she'd already seen, the chances of the cunt punt doing the job was minimal... she could only hope it would distract the bitch enough as the Stunner went off. -
[IC] ANKL. Part I: Awakening
Sutoratosu replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
"'Nani? Did those rounds just.... fucking shatter on impact?" She shook her head, glancing at the gun before tossing it to the side. Before it even hit the ground, it had shattered into hundreds of glittering motes. For all the motivation dad's words had given her to get her ass up and fight, she once more found her mind racing as to what the hell to do. Hell, she didn't even really know what she was already doing, or how, she'd just... thought about mom's old sidearm in the heat of the moment. It'd been something, anything to potentially turn the tables, and well... boom, there it'd been, right in her hands. Just like those times she'd showed it to her as a kid... She could only scowl as the bitch mocked her. The part about the "Past having no power over the present" gave Arya something to think about- if those two shots she'd squeezed off did nothing... would anything else she bothered trying? The gun had felt real, in her hands, and so too was the recoil as she fired it. Even when she cast the damn thing aside, it fell with all the same weight a pistol of it's make should've. She once more focused her thoughts on the memory, and it was right back in her hand, formed out of a crystalline aura that surged over her finger tips. What the hell had she meant? If the stuff she called by remembering them couldn't just be empty illusions, so... "Whoa, wait, WHAT? Nayru!?" She asked, but instead of an answer, what she got was a nice view of the maniac showing off yet again, this time spinning the scythe like it was a goddamn helicopter blade. Almost instictually, she raised a gauntleted hand to protect her face, as a wayward stone about the size of her fist came hurtling in. The shock wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it beat the alternative. "Why are you here!? Who the fuck are you!? What are you!?" She called out, dodging the debris as it hurtled towards her and beginning to backpedal... only to quickly realize from the speed of the woman's charge that backpedaling would do shit and quickly diving to the side and rolling away before she could be made into mincemeat. Her mind grasped at something, anything to use in defense as she got back up, and like that, the memory of a shabby old pipe that could've belonged in any alleyway anywhere came to mind. Her mother's sidearm, obviously useless her, shattered, the motes of light crystalline, glowing dust it produced forming into the long profile of that lead pipe. knowing full well the psycho wasn't done and would just charge again, She almost felt silly, as she held it at the ready. Especially considering she'd given up a goddamn gun for this peice of shit, but well.... the damn gun had failed it's one job, and the pipe had a far better chance of swatting away some of the crap this chick was slinging. -
Lucille sat to herself near the front of the bus, arms crossed and a scowl fixed on her face as she sloughed in the seat. Her pets had sensed the girl's frustrations, and for the time being had seen fit to give her a wide berth, instead busying themselves staring out the windows at the miles upon miles of ocean zipping by. Only after losing all meaningful access to it, did she even realize how much of a second nature calling on her beasts sight had been. Even now, she had to fight the ingrained habit to just jack into their eyes, lest she become sick from the resulting pantheon of mixed gastatory and olafactory signals it would trigger. It wasn't the two independant parts of the response that made her churn, no, rather it was the random, and oft times vile resultant combination of them that did... and try to weed them out for the past few hours though she had, it had been no use. Each time she had to stop before what little she had in her ended up on the floor. Surprisingly, Do seemed to have almost instinctively picked up on the shift, whereas the dragons and the other creatures were still perplexed. Stuck close to her even with the mood she was in, and after she'd tried scrying through their eyes a few times and failed miserably, the part of herself bond to him had slowly begun to change how it sent the information. Cropped it down, stopped giving direct feedback and instead sending smaller, simpler signals, much like summaries. The cat saw what needed to be seen, she made the request to know, and the bond itself seemed to be filling in the gaps of what the cat knew to answer with. She'd tried it with a few of the others, and though it still felt rough and rather roundabout... it was better than nothing. "Pig fucking, megalomaniacal bastard...." She muttered under her breath "How the hell he could even manage something like this....how long was I out there? How long has it been since that night?" Obviously, much, much too long. She'd figured years, but well.... Didn't matter. He had struck a blow he would regret, that she much she would make certain of. But she could do nothing from here, nothing for the time being... "Meeeerow?" Do idly mused as he rummaged through her satchel. She didn't even bother telling him to stop when she heard him scouring inside. Finally though, he brought his head back out, dragging something out with curiosity so intense, she could practically feel it pulsing off him. "What?" she muttered. All she got in response was a few snippets of information- namely the fact that what he now toyed with in his paws was round, smelled nice, like food almost... She only had one thing in there that could qualify as potential "food". She focused her breathing and her mind, expanding her senses and briefly scanning what Do had found with her mind's eye... "NO." she said, taking it from him as he mrowed in protest. Giving up and knowing full well there was nothing he could do, the cat settled back down begrudgingly, still eyeing the pearly fruit. "Hmmmm.... thats right, I never did get around to properly examining this. Oh well, got nothing to do now..." Lucille Scrys the Silverwood Apple!
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[IC] ANKL. Part I: Awakening
Sutoratosu replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
Arya... She lay there, breathless as the scythe loomed overhead. Closer, closer, she could feel it with every step its wielder took. Even as she feebly tried to crawl away she knew it was worthless, only delaying the inevitable now that'd been knocked aground. Oh how familiar it was, the sensation racking her entire being. To be helpless. To be worthless. To vainly struggle in this constant battle for survival, when the game had been rigged from the very beginning, and the odds forever against the favor of her and dreks like her everywhere. Yet she kept trying to fight this pointless battle. She didn't know why... what did she really have to live for? What had she really accomplished, in the time she'd had? Nothing. Born of nothing, raised in it, molded by it. Just the same as her mother, who'd gone off and enlisted as soon as she was old enough, shed blood and saved lives in the name of her country, and for her service was tossed aside as the worthless, broken tool of the state she'd become. Just as her father, born in chains, how he would live and die dictated by the whims of an unjust system perpetuated by a wretched and festering society. And yet, even as the defeatist thought entered her mind, she could not help but realize, there was an inherent difference there. Between her father and her mother. One had simply lied down like a dog and simply accepted defeat, after devoting so many years to something she believed in, something she trusted, but still being cast aside despite her service and her faith in the mission. The other had spent his whole life as the lesser to others, had been wise enough to recognize the reality of his situation, the foul mechinations of the system all around him... but he had kept pressing on, despite knowing it was all rigged, that he has no hope of truly breaking the chains he'd been beset with since birth. She asked herself, why? But she already knew why, had known why for too long to remember. He'd done it for her. And before her, he'd still had something to keep pressing forward. Despite the laughable progress of what little he earned. Despite all the blood and sweat he shed working one hazard ridden, god awful job after the next, his life as expendable as a mule's, easy to replace as a broken tool. Despite all the times there was no food, and no game to turn into food, and he'd gone hungry so she didn't have to. Despite all the other times he had to sacrifice, simply so she could have what little she did. Never complaining. Never getting discouraged- weary, yes, but discourage, disheartened? Never. As stoic and dependable as a rock in the midst of a storm. And what had she done with what he'd worked to give her? What had she made of herself, to honor his endless toil and his sacrifice for her? Nothing but a smartass snarker who was about to get herself killed. That was what. "Dad...I'm sorry" She slowly lay her head back into the dirt, by now the futility setting in, and the scythe that had been looming over her coming done to end her worthless existence. There was something hot and moist, just behind her eyes. She made little effort to stop the tears as they flowed "You gave me.... everything you could... and instead of making it matter, I go and get myself killed...I'm...I'm-" Words from long ago. Words that surged to the forefront of her mind, as the end drew ever closer. Words that with every last one she recalled, she felt something welling inside of her. Something that made her mind renew and body renew their efforts, bit by bit. A fire, burning brighter, brighter by the moment, like a miniature sun within her soul. The memories of that fateful conversation blocking out all else. Strength returned to her arms, her teeth grit, her eyes glinted. The Scythe was nearly down... And by the time it finished it's descent, Arya was gone. With something she could not name driving her body, the words of her father driving her mind, she rolled out of the killer's reach with frightening speed, just as the killer's scythe met nothing but empty earth. She fixated on the girl, eyes unnaturally bright as a thin film of crystal and soft grey light moved it's way up her body as she reached out, and grasped hold of something she did not even know was within her. Voices, countless voices, images, people, places, things- things she had known, things she had clung to, and things she had lost, all flowing across the surface of the film like some ethereal mirage. From head to toe, it engulfed her. Just as suddenly as it had manifested, it shattered with a burst of slate-grey radiance, a scream accompanying it- raw, unbridled, more like that of a cornered animal finally retaliating than a human being. No sooner than the inhuman screech of defiance came, did two shots ring out for all the camp to hear, and hot, ethereal lead conjured of dreams and memories sped their way towards Kindle. Arya rose from her crouching stance, fully expecting the bitch to keep coming and keeping the weapon- a weathered, medium caliber pistol, standard issue within the Nayu Armed Services -Leveled at her assailant's center mass. Gone were the tears in her eyes, gone was the fear now. All that was left a slowly burning contempt- both for the girl who wielded the scythe, and the girl who'd been on the ground mere moments ago, just as ready to accept as unjust a death as this as some pathetic dog would be. The crimson had left her eyes, once more storm grey as they had in years prior. So too had the virgin white hues darkened in her hair, black as sin and smoother than silk. Slate Grey half circles run up and down the entire length of the right side of her body, though only the half of her face was exposed to show it, where it arranged to encircle her own eye and before radiating out over the rest of her skin, like some bizarre war paint. Gone was the t-shirt, jacket, and shorts she'd worn, gone were the cheap sunglasses. In their place, a dark grey dress extending down to her calves, A long sleeve covering her left arm, clad in a black ballroom glove that danced with countless motes of celestial light that randomly shifted in their intensities and position. The outfit was sleeveless on its right side with a matching slit running from the right hip down, exposing an arm and leg now clad in an immaculate ebony-hued armor, adorned with a celestial display matching her glove. Twin belts had formed around her hips, one of bearing an empty quiver while the other held numerous empty pouches along it's length, just waiting to be filled... One last time, father's words echoed, as the transformation finished, and the last of the pale grey light faded from the world. "I won't." She answered them through clenched teeth. -
[IC] ANKL. Part I: Awakening
Sutoratosu replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
((OOC: NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOOOOOOOOOOPE NOPE.)) ARYA "Oooooh shiiit...miss... bates?" Almost immediately after spotting the body, Arya had stopped in her tracks. No end of things ran through her mind, as she took in the scene. As many times as she'd gutted and cleaned her own meals, with everything her father had taught her, all the sight of the burned innards serve to do was quicken her pulse, make her mind begin to run even wilder with a barely contained wave of panic. Try though she did to tear them away, her eyes remained fixated on the scene, burning every last detail into her mind. Almost subconsciously, she began to backpedal, seeking to put as much distance between herself and the carnage- and it's cause, whatever the hell could even do this type of damage to a person -as she could. It was only when the killer spoke up that she finally managed to focus her gaze somewhere else The rising trepidation in her gut was undercut by confusion, as she stared at the girl's outfit. Before she could ask anything though, her eyes focused on the weapon- obviously the thing that had just cleaved her old math teacher in fucking two like she was butter, and anything she could've said died on her tongue. Except for one thing... one thing she shouted as loud as she could, once the- Arya didn't even know what she was -started marching towards her "NATALIE!!!!!!" Having already been backing away even before she'd noticed the killer, heart pounding, adrenaline pumping, and fight or flight instincts taking over, Arya promptly turned on her heels and dashed back the way she'd come around the building exterior as fast as she could. She wasn't much for genuine prayers, but by the goddesses, she was doing it now, praying to Nayru or... hell, whoever the fuck might be listening up there, that she could reach the side door and get both of them out of there, and away from psycho-scythe-bitch... -
The Weatherlight
Sutoratosu replied to DragonRage's topic in Trespassers of the Multiverse: Gaiden^2's General
"Godsdamn it, man... don't encourage her to-" Stellio mutters, a gauntleted hand gripping the bridge of his nose as he sighed. He'd seen enough of necromancers eagerly scouring the killing fields, gods damn it. Before he could finish however, the sound of something hitting the side of the ship, and the light shake it caused, caught the knight's attention "Hmmm... how odd. Could be nothing..." he slipped his helm back on, hand resting on the pommel of his blade "OR.... it could be something that in a good few minutes, will wish it was nothing. I will be back, soon enough" And with that said, he marched out of the room... --------------------------------------------------------------- A bit of searching later, and Stellio found no obvious signs of intruders on board. What he did find however, was much more perplexing. The dark skinned mage they'd met in the wasteland, sitting and poking at some generously sized.... contraption? Looking as though he expected the damn thing to rear up and bite him in two at any moment... "What in the gods names is this thing?" His voice echoed as he approached Vitor "I presume this is what hit us earlier?" -
[IC] ANKL. Part I: Awakening
Sutoratosu replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
Arya Well, at least they'd be totally lost about this together. That was something, right? "Yeh... yeh, that sounds good." She nodded with a smile, before turning back to the dishes she dried with a nervous chuckle "And uh, yeah. We probably should... better she hears it right from us, I suppose" Oh yes, that would be an.... extremely interesting conversation, Arya could feel it now. Even if she was fairly certain Mother Opium would take it in good graces, there was still something to be said of the sheer awkwardness of explaining how things had gone with her little task, when they got back. Assuming the woman didn't already somehow know as Natalie said, that is.... which Arya wasn't certain made the whole prospect of that inevitable conversation better, or worse. Speaking of which.... "Should I?" she glanced at Natalie, ever so briefly... "...nah. She wanted me to get to the bottom of this, and well, one way or another, that's pretty much what's happened here... no real point bringing it up, given well.... how things actually turned out. Does make me wonder, how much did Mother Opium already suspect, when she put this together?" The answer came surprisingly fast to her: probably most of it, if not all. She certainly wouldn't put it past the headmistress... Natalie was her own daughter and all.