The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

Silence · Sep 2, 2016

Diana had not expected someone to touch her and heal her wounds, especially not after it did not happen to her while she was in the draconic form. At first, she nearly tried to squirm away despite Slindis telling her not to. Still, she was not really in a state to just walk away. As she felt the Lay on Hands, she stopped squirming as well, and just enjoyed the sensation of her wounds being healed. Despite still being in a very bad mood, she wanted to smile and say her thanks.

As Slindis stated this, however: [color=c200]"You should be fine for now, but next time be more careful around missile defenses, Miss."[/color] Diana instead just said "Pfft. How about anyone tell me beforehand, that there are missile defenses?" as she was looked at further.

Now, with a clearer head, she listened to what Kazuya had to say: [color=9f2c68]"...After a unexpected change in management, the details of which are un-important at this junction in time, Violet was left to command our latest operation to try and capture Bison. It went badly, as Angelus can attest. I'm currently in the process of recalling our forces back to the airship before planning our counter attack to eliminate both Armstrong and Bison."[/color]
This was not really something Diana had expected. It put the blame on Violet, and there was no explanation at all why exactly it had happened. A temporary change in management? Who was the manager, anyways? There was an easy way to at least find out who the person speaking to was, what role he had. How to punish him best, too. Probing his mind.

She got into his head easily. He seemed distracted. Internally, he was screaming about what had happened, which pleased Diana at least. Feeling the blame was, for her, crucial, and this was noone who needed help with it. Looking further, she easily found out that this, indeed, was the 'Kazuya' Bison had spoken of before. The one she was confused about, because she had not gotten the task to attack from him.

"Hey. I met Bison down there, he sends his regards. I think he is in trouble now, too, though."
She did not know if that would make things better for him, but she did not care. Another thing she found interesting, and her response to it, whispered, made it clear: [sub]"If you really want to punish the one who changed your management, I would like to be of help. I'm starv ... I really don't like this guy anymore."[/sub] Killing Violet was something she had thought about herself. Alas, having some fun on the Rising Dawn without permission wasn't something she would do, as it would make her a villain. But if she was allowed to ...

She put the thought in the back of her head. She needed to appear as if she had at least some humanity in her, at all times. It was pretty risky to suggest something like it. Instead, she distracted herself by reading Kazuya's mind further, finding out he failed to woo over Slindis. Which she found pretty funny. Why were people like that? Always desiring what they couldn't have. Of course, she could try to get his hopes up, because it would be funny, but for now, she was interested in more murderous things, or just to crawl into a corner and hate everything, not in opposing the incompetent 'leader' of the Rising Dawn's operations.

[color=9f2c68]"I assure you, with my command restored, I Can win this battle. Had I been aware of Armstrong's involvement in Bison's last stand, I wouldn't have lead such a headstrong attack like Violet did. I'm not going to let either one of them appear as victors nor will they remain in possession of your crew and family. Now, shall we begin?"[/color]

"Later, I have to drink to this situation." Diana stated bluntly. "Give me a call, will ya?" she winked, her phone number appearing in Kazuya's head. "At least once you find out where our people went, exactly."

Then, she walked away, hips swaying, planning on a direct route to the canteen. If she could not murder, at least alcohol would put her dark mood to rest for some time. And it was not really like she had any reason to just stand around and wait. She glared at any people she came across hatefully, not even really realizing it. After a few staff members had gone past her, she felt like spreading her misery a bit more. As a woman with a white face, maybe due to shock, went past her, she called out: "Put some make-up on, this looks like you belong in a basement doctor's office, not on the Rising Dawn."

Diana did not even wait for an answer as she just went past the woman, glaring at the next victim for her bullying. And she found one in a girl with really long blonde hair, Nina. "Cut your hair, this looks stupid." she said. "And is impractical. It's like you decided to make it as bad as possible. Also, your dye looks fake." With that, she just walked further, arriving at the canteen.

Before she sat down next to the first person she saw, she took an imp by the neck, held him directly before her face, and said: "Get me a Bloody Mary. Or two of them." Then she put him down again, and watched him scurry away, hopefully getting her order.

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Avatar Adventures | Undisclosed Location | Cell
Nightfall
Mio | [color=0E59E4]Teri[/color] | Bruiser

Mio noted and remembered everything Bruiser said about their captivity. That it was a prison to rot in did not affect her at all. After all, every prison was meant to be rot in, at least every bigger one, and none of them were only that. In other places, smuggling was rampant, and while she did not know if these cyborgs would not allow it, what she heard so far did seem to indicate that something was happening, and not just nothing.

After all, there was the possibility of real talk or real stealing something from a guard if food would be brought inside. Maybe she would not even get interrogated. And if they were just not there to talk, if they were just robots, the possibilities were limited, but you could plan on what you could do precisely. How much did Bruiser even know, if he did not know if there was smuggling? And time to get together would be nice, but, as evidenced by some guys in other cells shouting shit at each other, apparently talking was possible. And you could do a lot with just talking.

All in all, Mio's spirits were still high. She might just have to use some other people, Bruiser's information was not perfect.

[color=6c1504]"Ahhh-...ahh- YOU! WHAT'S YOUR NAME- Please tell me you know something about first aid! I promise you, you help my friend out, I will give you an entire African country of your own when we get out of here and I take over this stupid fucking world!"[/color]

Realizing Bison was talking to her, Mio thought and shrugged, calling back: "My name is Mio. Better remember it!" She started helping Teri drag Bruiser with some difficulty, but assisted her as best as she could. "I will take you by your word!" she added towards Bison. "If you get out of here, and somehow take over the world, you give me the country!" She laughed at what she had said, not taking it completely seriously, although making it clear that she would actually demand it.

The heavy steps of the Fulgore made her look up, but not making out much more than metal, she did not take more than a glance. This would probably not be something she would try to deal with, anyways. Then, finally, Bruiser was stabilized, and Teri could answer her relevant questions. Like who she wanted to make friends with, who would be of use, and who would just whine all the time, like Bison or Bruiser.

Liking to talk, she also gave comments to each one Teri described: "A mute warrior? Good in melee? It's like out of some legend. I'll be sure to give him a crowbar if I find one!" she laughed. "A sharpshooter, too? So far we would not even need magic or something! Maybe I can get some booze from him, too ..."

After Caim and David, Shadow was next, which Teri did not know much about, and Mio therefore could not say much. "Always good to have more drinking companions."
And, speaking of Nadalia and Katya:
"So these two ... they can just run around like that? Hey, I want too!" Realizing the Fulgore was still standing around, she did not say much more. Just: "I wonder if those two like each other, or someone else. I mean ... I don't know what 'digital' means, but it sounds nearly as hot as fire magic!"

At the last one, Mio made a short laugh. "Adelheid? That's a woman's name in some places! And nowhere else I even heard the name! Maybe he was a wanderer because of his name?
And if there's something wrong with him ... aside from his name ... can you try to find out what exactly? I can't really do psh ... psychiatrology, but you're a doctor!"

She got more serious again. "Really, do you think you could find out anything if I talk to him?" she said to Teri before stepping closer to the bars of the cell, but still having enough distance to step away fast, if necessary. "Hey! Adelheid! What's with the metal? What's with your name? Feeling unhappy? If we had a couch here, I would ask you to sit and relax on it. Wait, is it even pleasant to sit in that metal?
... Can you even sit? Seriously, I'm worried about you. We should all be friends to each other! The world would be a better place this way! What do you say, man? Time to make peace?"

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Sep 2, 2016

The Rising Dawn: Hallway/Bedroom: Devon, Rugal, Garm

"...How did you-!?...God dammit, is it seriously that noticable!? urg, Remind me to wear more cologne when this is over then..." Rugal groaned when Devon casually revealed the all-so-secretive deal with the devil he had just made.
"...Lucifer wanted to be of assistance in the upcoming rescue mission, we believed that this was the best way to work around his limitations on interactions with mortals. Don't think I need to tell you to not to make this public knowledge. Either way, we're going up a well armed and well trained force with several tactical advantages over us and some of our allies hostage. I'm not about to refuse some "Divine Intervention"..." He explained to the bard as he began to pace around the room, seeming to massage the back of his head (Which seemed to be where the "Scent" was coming from).
"I can have regrets later when I know my daughter isn't in the hands some of right-wing nutcase with a military fetish..." He then added, least until Devon turned the topic of the conversation to Garm, who had seemed to be back on his feet for the most part.
"Garm? I thought he was still being treated..." The "Captain" (a term that sounding more and more hollow to him) remarked as he glanced at the depressed wolf.

Walking up to the creature, he knelt down as he ran his hand along his fur before saying "This is Temporary, Remember that."
The wolf blearily opened one eye at being addressed, [color=356D60]"I know... I just didn't want to be in the Med-Bay any longer."[/color]
He gave a quick sniff with his nose, causing his head quirked in confusion,
[color=356D60]"Strange... Is Tear-ri's Luke around? It smells like he just did some magic. I thought he wasn't supposed to..."[/color]
"..."
Rugal silently bit the inside of his cheek for a moment before deciding to change the topic: "I have some good news: We just got some backup and one of them wishes to meet with you." He said as Garm noticed the rather attention grabbing singing of the bard, right before the "Alpha" lead him into Devon's room.
[color=356D60]"...?"[/color] Garm took a couple more sniffs, and along with the singing, his ears and tail perked up with recognition.
[color=356D60]"Devon!"[/color] Shooting past Rugal, the wolf ran up to the Bard's side, rubbing himself against Devon's side, [color=356D60]"I am very happy to see you after everything that's happened!"[/color]
"Hm, actually, Now that you are recovered, is there any information you can give me on Teri's attacker? Devon, you might want to hear this too..."

Garm's ears lowered and his tail drooped once more as he began to recount the events,, [color=356D60]"We had just finished saving one of the groups from being mind controlled by our enemies, and were going to regroup with the pack. Because I'm the faster of the two, Tear-ri was riding on my back. We followed some mapping from the Dimitri voice, and went down a side path, that's when he showed up.
For a human, he looked weird, almost like he was covered entirely in armor or metal. Tear-ri tried to talk it out and asked him to leave us alone, but he wouldn't listen, saying some kind of..order or something. I didn't know exactly what he wanted - but he said "surrender". That's when the fight began. She used some magic, summoned a thing to help, it made his metal get really cold - and then she Reppuken'd him in the face. His helmet broke off, and that's how I know he was a human..."[/color]
Garm paused, the look on his face showing that he was trying to remember more, before he looked up again, [color=356D60]"Oh! She knew the guy! I remember that now. When she saw his face, she called him 'Adel'! So she knows him...Somehow. And then he did HIS Reppuken, knocked out our Support and... Everything after that I can't remember. He was too fast. After getting the summon, he went for me. If you didn't show up, Alpha, I'd probably would have died."[/color]
"Adel....Sorry, that name means nothing to me...Though I am wondering how he was able to know that Ki Technique, While I my own knowledge of it was learned somewhat second-hand, it's not common knowledge anywhere from my experiences...."

The Rising Dawn: Medical Bay: Doom, Major Rhodes, Ghost, Ruby, Rory

Code:

*TSK!* "...Can I just say, you two REALLY know how to harsh someone's buzz?..." *TSK!*

Ghost remarked as he slowly brought up his index finger before softly pointing the Major's gun away from his face.

Code:

*TSK!* "Alright, alright, I'll bring you to the CEO, just keep your little "Friend" on a tight leash. Management mightn't have their shit together right now, but I can assure you: The rules about dangerous criminals and what they can and cannot do is still in effect. Even if the subject in question can't read. Follow me..." *TSK!*

The special agent said before bringing the group over to the Hanger.
Doom meanwhile was recovering from the shock that comes with being told that a loved one was dead and the shock of being told that a loved one might still be alive.
[color=004d]"Ww--w-wwhat?! H-h-ow do you know!? Armstrong didn't kill him too?!"[/color] He began to ramble as he tried to keep up with the others, only to face plant when his pants fell down because he didn't close the button and pull up the fly.
[color=004d]"YOU SEE MAJOR LADY SIR!? IT'S DANGEROUS TO WALK AROUND LIKE THAT!"[/color]

The Rising Dawn: Hangar Command Center: Slindis, Diana, Kazuya, Angelus Feat. Doom, Major Rhodes, Ghost, Ruby, Rory

While the Drow's kind healing did much to restore his focus and ease the pain he was in, it didn't do much for the part where he was still fit to explode from anger, sheer force of will being the only thing stopping him from having a repeat of last night (and possibly loosing the other arm).
The fact that Slindis was now giving him an ultimatium didn't help matters just salt into the wound at this point really.
"Give me a call, will ya? At least once you find out where our people went, exactly." Diana then said as she walked past him, right as a series of numbers began to go into his hea-....she-...was in...his head?
Quickly a wide portion of his anger turned to instant dread, already attempting to make a inventory of all the thoughts he had made in the last 24 hours.
His panic was rather visual, as noted by a few glances by his men at the continuing mental destabilization of their "Leader".
[color=9f2c68]"...The hell are you all looking at?! Get back to wo-Ark!...And get me a uniform!"[/color] He barked at them, his voice cracking as his sole arm held onto the desk at his post, trembling as if he has Parkinson's.

Before long, the Group lead by Ghost arrived on the scene, the Agent pointing to the one-armed man currently now sporting a topless look on his Purple uniform before saying

Code:

*TSK!* "That's the boss-man right there. Personally though, I think that there's going to be another "Change in Management" soon. I mean, he's basically just as far gone as Dr. Dumbass there, only he can actually read." *TSK!*

Kazuya soon noticed the group nearing him (as well as that annoying little ***** with the Halberd), attempting to present himself with some authority even as he stood there in a mostly unbuttoned shirt.
[color=9f2c68]"Mind telling me what you are going in my Command Center?..."[/color]

(More Posts coming soon-ish)

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Sep 2, 2016

Caramel Frappe said:
This was a Collaborative and consensual beatdown

Avatar Adventures | The Airship: The Rising Dawn | The Brig
Wesker | [color=b4b4]Cortex[/color] | Chrysalis

"Ta ta for now love, I have bigger fish to catch~"

[color=b4b4]"..."[/color]
It happened so quickly that Cortex still had a joyful expression on his face by the time Chrysalis was walking away, looking love struck before the expression slowly began to fade.
[color=b4b4]"...okay..."[/color]
There wasn't any anger, any sadness or-...really anything, this had happened so many times before in the past.
He didn't fight it, he didn't protest, didn't even shed a tear.
Letting go of the bars, he then went back to sitting in the corner of his cell, having had his daily reminder of the cruelty of the world and why a man like him would never find happiness.

But while Chrysalis was content to merely walk away with another poor man's heart broken in her wake, before she could reach the door, a leather glove came down on her shoulder before she heard a rather chilling sentence.
"Getting out of the cell wasn't the part we had trouble with..." Wesker calmly spoke into her ear from behind, now standing right behind her and several feet beyond an open cell door.

It was then the Changling Queen realized she was going to have a very bad time... [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBJzrkFUot0]

Instinctively, she quickly turned around and did what a lot of women would do in such a position: Kick her tormentor in the nuts.
Wesker merely slid back slightly before catching her foot at the apex of it's swing.
For a brief moment, she saw a smirk on the former Black Mesa Administrator before her ankle was violently rotated a full 180' degrees.
She screamed in pain before her leg was pulled towards Wesker, allowing him to land a powerful palm strike to the chest forced all the air out of her lungs.
Her eye couldn't see it because it was so fast, but the doctor then flash-stepped behind her as she was launched back, grabbing her arm and head before plowing her face right into the steel wall near the entrance, breaking her nose and knocking out several teeth.

"I am not a good person..."
A terrible kidney punch nearly vaporized it within her back while a swift downward stomp on the back of her foreleg, caused the bone to snap and jut out though her shin.
"I've killed people for my research, used that research to kill more people..."
Pulling her out of the head-shaped dent in the wall by her hair, he allowed her a moment to collect herself, even going so far as to step back and give her an opening to hit him back, smirking as he stood there with his arms out stretched, as if to say "Bring it".
While her head was spinning, she knew a fight when she saw one and went to use her magic to-
A roundhouse kick across the jaw soon put an end to that, knocking her back deeper into the brig and way from the exit.
"I know I'm going to pay rather dearly for what I've done in my time. I've accepted it."
Her hair was pulled again as he began to drag her back into his cell.

"I know better then to make excuses, to rationalize my evil deeds..."
Before it happened, she saw it coming, which made it a bit worse when her head was shoved into the toilet, water starting to fill her lungs as his heel drove into the back of her skull, keeping her pinned in place.
Both hands then grabbed her wings, tearing them as he threw her back against the bars of his cell.
"I've learn to live with my life choices, my morals, what few I have." He said as he stood over her, gently pressing his foot against her exposed and broken shin bone.
She screamed as he kneeled down to look her dead in the eye for the next part: "One of those is to repay those who hurt the ones I care about in kind. And you know...you really hurt someone who would have gladly given his life for yours."
Standing back up, he shoved her body along with his foot until she was laying along the cell door, her midsection lined up with where the bars locked up with the wall.
"Remember that when you think back on this."

He then grabbed the cell bars before violently "Closing" the cell, ramming the bars against her torso repeatedly.
She tried to stand up as she spat out blood, only to be hit by the bars again.
Attempting to sit up, she tried using her hands to block the next on, only getting a broken hand and wrist for her troubles.
"So how does that make me different from you? It's simple really..." He said as he sat her up lined up with where the door frame.
"When I wake up and look at myself in the mirror, I can say this to myself and know that it's the most honest thing I might say in the entire day...I. Am not. A Whore."
He marked the end of that statement with one last door slam, connecting with her face, her chest and her..."Downstairs" at all once.
A foot then pressed against her bicep before pushing her out onto the floor in the middle of the brig, right before Wesker relocked his cell and calmly went to wash his hands.
"...Don't blame yourself Neo. When you are ready to talk, I'll be here..." He addressed his friend, though he barely even responded to the violence, instead staring at the rivets in the steel walls of his cell with a thousand yard stare.
*Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn!* "Ohhhh, that was Wonderful na-WHOA WHAT THE SHIT?!"

Deadshot seamlessly inserted himself back into the brig (After all he was "There the whole time") as he glanced at the barely breathing form of the Queen bleeding on the floor in front of him.
"....Someone going to tell me what the hell happened to her?"
"She tripped and she fell."
"...Ah now...you don't really expect me to believe that?"
"And you don't expect me to believe that when the children came in here, they were lying when you said you weren't in your cell?..."
"........I didn't see nothing if you didn't see nothing..."
"Glad we can agree on something."

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Sep 5, 2016

The Rising Dawn: Canteen: Selena, Luke, Alashi, Tania and...Violet... /)_-"

"Careful-Careful-ow!" Violet whined as the collar was finally cut off his neck, wincing slightly as his cheek was cut.
"Ah Thanks. That was just-..."A good natured prank" by the staff here. Eheheheh...." He then tried to play it off, only for one of the waiter's to hover in front of his face and give the real version.
{You see, his waste of mortal flesh was in charge of the operation that the crew was dispatched on earlier today. Then he got drunk and began to cause trouble here for the rest of the day instead. The Captain was here and from what I gathered, he might have gotten his daughter killed in action. Now, put that Cone back on him, if you take it off, he won't learn anything.}[footnote]Spoken in Infernal or Demon-speak[/footnote]
Without so much as explaining himself, the imp then flew off, leaving a confused Violet to try and play off whatever the hell he just said.
"...Ha! See? They love me here! Now-ummm-I should go, all play and no work makes-....someone-...something..." The G-Corp scientist then said before attempting his exit, walking at a speed that indicated he couldn't leave fast enough...

(Working on more posts, just got conscripted into some road-working ^^

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Sep 5, 2016

World Marshall Undisclosed Location: Anomalous Materials: ARES, Viscus, Dimitri, M. Lab Tech, Paranoid Guardwoman

"..."
"..."
"...Damn, She burned you. Your two got burned. Burned hard. Like, you're just ashes now." One of the junior techs said as ARES ~~pointed out the mistake the GM had made~~[footnote]Seriously, Sorry about that. So much to keep track of X.X[/footnote] pointed out the issues with the way they were going about their examination of the android.
"...You are really wiser then most of the machines we get in here, I'd just to say." The M. Lab Tech said as he nervously laughed, it had been sometime since the subject he was examining managed to deliver such a statement to him, pointing out the flaws in his research.
"...You know what? Seeing how you just explained your plans and why they won't work, I think it's save to say you are no real threat to us." he then said, much to the annoyance of the Guardwoman.
"Keep the EM field up but re-attach her limbs. This one has been rather co-operative in her examination. Besides, our measures are able to prevent any and all "outbursts" she might have. After all, she said it." He then ordered as the junior techs began to take her off the machine rack, putting back on her arms and legs.
"Perhaps now you can detail your weaponry a bit better now, hm? Go on, let me seem them. He then asked while the guardwoman kept watch.

Back with Dimitri, the System Admin seemed confused at first, right before her cybernetic ears were blasted with a rather impressive imitation of the famous Drowning Pool classic.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!?" She screamed as she fell off her chair and held her ears, giving Dimitri all the time he needed to open the command line prompt and have his way with the admin's settings and permissions.
He was then presented with the network topology, a blueprint of every device on the network and what it did, and with this access, he was free to do whatever he wanted to the un-suspecting lab techs...

Orinon · Sep 5, 2016

The Rising Dawn: Lower Levels: The Armoury
Icarus, Melethia.
As Melethia Cleaned up the armoury and set new Traps, Icarus Very carefully positioned himself near the door without triggering the traps. Icarus noticed her obvious signs of battle, her rather sharp eyes had effectively caught his inexperience, He was somewhat embarrassed to admit that when sparring with his brother Danny Boy, 9 times out of ten, Danny got the better of him. "If you are content to wallow in your untrained talent you are free to do so, but if you intend on actually having some use in the upcoming missions you will be following me to the training room and leaving your pride at the door."
Icarus took a deep breath and attempted to calm down he managed relatively well but he was not great at controlling his emotions Though his Ki energy was now tamer, He had once been able to hold himself in control but it seemed his current power was something he couldn't keep under wrap.
"Very well I just have one question Would you mind if my brother supervised? He's been my Sparring partner and at this point he;s the closest thing I have to a teacher." Icarus then realized he probably should utilize his sword for practice, when he trained in the Void he had always used a blunt practice blade or a large stick. He held out his hand mentally thinking 'I need a practice sword something that wont break, with a similar feel as my sword, but blunt' suddenly the hallway became cold, he felt like something sort of current was trying to pull him he braced himself, by the time the feeling subsided he felt like he just ran a block but standing before him was a Sword-kin, it was older than the ones he had seen before "Hail Prince,It greeted him in a raspy metallic voice "I have heard thine summons and I hath come forth, You will find I shall be an adequate implement for your practices." The Sword-Kin then transformed into a sword, it was almost identical in general design to His own blade, but without the fine detailing and this sword had signs of age, it was also a single material in this Case Titanium. It was while Icarus was holding the blade that he realized Melethia, was looking at him, "Oh right I umm should probably explain he said. "My father was a bit of a blacksmith, he learned how to make sentient swords, that'd turn into little servants." He smiled meekly he also hadn't expected summoning the Sword-Kin from his Vault would tire him.
The Rising Dawn:Canteen, Bar
Selena, Luke, Alashi, Tania, Violet

Alashi was listening politely to Selena, "Business as usual, though to be honest I thought it wouldn't have gotten that bad. I did come with some other friends, and I bet you we'll have our other team members back before too long.""You know we will be getting them back, right? You don't need to drink yourself into a stupor."
Selena set down her glass of whiskey "I had a near death experience, I was in a van plummeting towards earth, so I may need to.. take a break, also A friend of mine may have went a lil... berserk when he thought I died."
She sighed Her head was spinning though of course to her everything else was spinning and it was hard to stay focused or awake.
"Just got back with Devon and the others, actually. Now, do you mind holding still?" Alashi then managed to slice off Violet's collar with her nails. A giggle escaped Selena a somewhat rare occurrence unless if a certain half angel was around.
"Careful he loves to flirt He especially can't help himself if he thinks the girl is pretty," She saiod asd The collar was placed back on him heShe was somewhat oblivous tyo his clear desire to be out of his room and instead grabbed him by the wirst and pulled him in closer to her "Hey Violet do you think You could find where the crew got kidnapped if I gave you a Kiss?" She said snickering she evidently had too much to drink, A touch of magic began to collect around her, It was her Wild Magic. It seemed the tight control of her powers was loosening.

In a Faraway Place.
His body shuddered, he had not felt pain in a long time but that would certainly have registered had he been capable of feeling such a thing. when he looked up he saw a horrendous abomination a demon was before him, It's revolting body was obese from gorging on so many Human souls they were in a swollen belly he could sense their struggle to escape a toothy maw grinned widely "Greetings oh Raven King, I hope you Don't mind my invitation But I Will take great pleasure in Devouring your soul,"
He stood up his staff appeared gripping it tightly the Massive monstrosity Began to Laugh "You are Intend to fight, Foolish Creature it was time you were dethroned" a clawed hand swiped upwards at His Face. the blow didn't injure him however as the Demon did so The claws of the best hooked under the mask lifting if off it's owners face and sending it into the air it connected with the ground.
"Oh dear did I deface the great king Oh please forgive me" It laughing mockingly but paused as Black smoke was drifting off from The Raven King. The Spiritual Psychopomp shuddered as his flesh became corporeal.
"What?" He asked looking at his opponent The Demon was in genuine shock as what seemed to be a mortal man was standing before him dressed in casual clothing. The Immortal Raven King was now wearing Jeans and a T-shirt aloing with a coat made for zipping a grey jacket and a hoodie together.
Dillon looked at himself he was dressed in casual attire and smiled ans his hands clenched it had been so long...
"Ergh It is of no matter you still posses the souls of the Raven King, I shall devour Your Soul and everything you-ergh" The demon had a sudden interruption in the Version of A fist colliding with it's Face. The demon attempted to fend off this attack but it seemed this "mortal' was faster than he should be and launched himself into the air The many eyes followed the movement but didn't anticipate him to launch down so quickly, It could feel it's black bones crunching under the weight of it's adversary.
"Ergh How, HOW ARE YOU THIS STRONG?" the Demon snarled not capable of understanding the power this mere human was displaying.
This didn't last long though as Dillon charged landing a flurry of blows. A grin was spreading across Dillon's face the Demon had clearly underestimated him. The Monstrous Creature growled as Dillon drew a sword, allegedly from nowhere, He slashed at the Beast's gut it howled in pain as the numerous souls came to Dillon, They gathered close to him. his arms sheltered them, a soft melody became audible.
"Wretched Demon you are a threat to Humanity, as such you must be dealt with" He reached into his pocket and produced a Faceted Mirror. The demon writhed as the mirror shined brightly Its twisted and contorted as it's retched form reflected back to it, The demon began to disintegrate In Dillon's Bright light until it;s physical form was no more, but the demon was still visible in one of the facets of the mirror struggling to escape it was not the first creature to enter the mirror and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
Dillon's hands raised and the many souls Shifted Taking the physical form of Silver and gold coins The he gently dropped the coins in a purple silk Bag tied to his belt.
Looking around looking around Dillon Managed to climb out of the hole, pausing to pick up the black Raven-esque mask. He wasn't in a hurry to put the thing back on again, He hand;t felt alive for such a long time, he could at least get some lunch...

And Somewhere Not So Distant
Cabrion awoke somewhere different, He had been couch surfing when he Had a dream from Nythium. As usual it was unpleasant, but He had at least been informed he would wake up with no idea where he was, That wasn't very atypical for him.
When he did wake up His hate had been strategically placed over his face requiring him to remove it. He stretched out groaning, his hand snaked down hoping to find a bottle only to feel plush carpet. With a groan Cabrion got off the Rather nice couch and found his Jacket hanging off the arm of the couch the house was empty and silent He looked around it was clearly a pleasant place to live. He walked over to the kitchen grabbed a post it note writing out "Thanks for Letting me use your couch" he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few gold coins dropping two onto the table he stuck the note to the fridge, taking his jacket before leaving. wherever he was the air felt different here, could there be Magic in the air? was this a world where magic existed? It was faint but he could tell this was not a mundane world, He smiled This place would be worth staying around.
He fumbled around through his Rucksack Searching for his figurines "Thelonious I know your in there somewhere..." He said when he touched something and his mind was filled with curses" "Oh sorry princess" he rolled his golden eyes and started walking, Walking away from the sun.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Sep 5, 2016

Texas Joker 52 said:
New Character Debut!

World Marshall Undisclosed Location: Secure Cell Block: Designation A-Class: Bison, Bruiser, Caim, David, Teri, Mio, Shadow/Agent, FULGORE Featuring B.C. and King Leoric!

The life of a convicted criminal was often a colorful and interesting one, with various events stringing together in ways that often didn't make a lick of sense either in the moment or out of it, usually strewn with victims all along the way. The fact that one prison break landed her smack-dab in the middle of yet another prison was a prime example, and Bonnie Clydesdale couldn't help but run through the entire sequence of events to try and make sense of it. It helped to alleviate the boredom that was starting to set in.

It started with the Confeddie Correctional Authority, prison guards with a fancy-schmancy title, deciding that really, a normal maximum-security prison station in space just wasn't enough for someone with her caliber of criminal skills. It was flattering, really, something that gave her a little chuckle when she heard about it. From there, they put her on a nice little Confederate Prison Transport, where she had quite a bit of fun flirting with and flustering one of the guards. His name was Jimmy, if she remembered correctly, and his face turned such an entertaining shade of red when she licked her lips and winked at him.

She remembered contorting some, mid-flirt of course, to get in a better position to work on the locks on her restraints. B.C.'s mouth twisted into a scowl at the memory of how much of a pain it was to try and shake her ass in that position, but it had worked. Once her legs were free, she went to town. After that... It was kind of a blur. What WAS clear was that she had taken one of the guard's Beamers and in the scuffle, poor Jimmy's face was red for a completely different reason than her flirting. Granted, it was still an entertaining look all the same as his blood-drenched face gaped at her in dumbfounded shock, she admitted with a quiet giggle.

She ran through her mental records, which were a little fuzzy with blue beams bouncing everywhere in the ship--Wait. Bouncing? The buxom convict let out a heavy groan as she closed her eyes and leaned back on the metal box she sat on. Of course, the ricochets. They had to be the culprit.

Because immediately after killing all the guards along with the pilot by some stroke of luck--Good or bad, she couldn't tell--She had taken the helm of the ship and had it go into a warp. From there, everything went wobbly, there was an alarm, and she crash-landed.

Next thing she knew, she was back in the slammer, but one that was a little more primitive than she was used to. And of course, she wasn't alone. She gave a sidelong glance through her eyelashes at her incorporeal cellmate.

"You know, it wouldn't hurt to be a little more friendly, honey. We might be stuck here for some time." she said in a sultry voice, one with just the slightest hint of a southern accent.
Next to her "New girl" was a specter that didn't look too pleased to be here as he hovered above some enchanted looking urn on the opposite side of the cell.
This had not been a good day for the former king of Khanduras, First he was tormented by the antics of Katya and now he was being transferred to share a cell with an even more annoying version of that little brat.

Grinning after a moment, she batted her eyelashes at him and leaned forward, making sure to give him a good look at the girls thanks to the partially-undone prison jumpsuit, adding, "Besides, I can think of worse people to be locked up with, can't you?"
"I once had to share my body with the soul of one of the most evil demon lords in all of creation. I felt his presence though my entire being, day in and day out. I watched as he used my own hands to terrorize my kingdom and my people. I was powerless as he made me kill my beloved and used my sons as vassals when I refused to submit to his power. And even now, centuries later, he has cursed me into this immortal form you see next to you. I do not die, I do not live, I merely am because of that terrible evil..."

There was a moment of silence as Leoric seemed to sigh mornefully and-
[HEADING=1]"BUT I WOULD STILL ENTERTAIN THAT BURNING HELLS BE DAMMED BASTARD FOR TIME IMMORTAL THEN LISTEN TO YOUR INANE RAMBLINGS FOR A MINUTE LONGER!"[/HEADING]
Out of habit, he then tried to strangle his new cellmate, only to watch as his hands faded harmlessly though her neck time after time.
"Oooooh, that's different. Never felt that kind of thrill before. Do it again!"
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! ONE OF YOU! SERVE YOUR KING AND BRING ME THIS WRETCH'S HEAD ON A PIKE! YOU WILL OBEY YOUR KING!" He began to scream to both the nearby guards and prisoners, if he hadn't lost his mind to madness all those years ago, he could certainly imagine losing it now.

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[color=6c1504]"OH WILL YOU SHUT UP!?! THIS WORLD ALREADY HAS A KING AND THAT MAN IS ME!"[/color] Bison then shouted back at his new neighbors before turning back to the on-going medical operation next to him.
He seemed to be rather worried the whole time, even as Bruiser was being patched up.
It was a rather emotional time for him, first his schemes seemed to have been disassembled by his arch-rival and enemies, then he watched one of his closest allies in a state of near death.
But for now at least, he seemed calm, watching intensely as Teri and Mio helped the Machoke out, peering in over their shoulders from his cell as they did their thing.
[color=6c1504]"Is-is-is he going to be alright?"[/color] He then asked when it appeared they were done, judging from the fact that Bruiser didn't seem to be about to die at least.
[color=6c1504]"....T-.......Thanks....I know I-...well-....just thanks..."[/color] He then meekly said before returning to his pacing around the cell, relief starting to fill his system.
"If you get out of here, and somehow take over the world, you give me the country!"
[color=6c1504]"Deal, how about Libya? I've heard about Bengazi so much during my campaign it's the last corner of the world I want to be in."[/color] He even joked, the irony of making such light-hearted humor with people he was trying to kill less then a few hours ago not being lost on him.

Bruiser meanwhile seemed content to just lay there, looking somewhat relaxed now.
Granted, it didn't really help counteract the part where he had been tortured on and off for the last year but even just the placebo of having his wounds tended to did a lot.
"...You-...didn't have to do that, you know....wouldn't have held it against you..." He said, even managing to smile a little as he laid there, allowing the women to converse as he made the most of his current respite.
David meanwhile was just glad they were holding up well enough, even as the topic of conversation turned to their "Watchman", The FULGORE.
"...Huh...So he goes the same kung fu stuff that Blondi does?..." He remarked as both Mio and Teri attempted to converse with the machine.
"Hey! Adelheid! What's with the metal?"

Code:

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"What's with your name? Feeling unhappy?"

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"If we had a couch here, I would ask you to sit and relax on it. Wait, is it even pleasant to sit in that metal?"

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"... Can you even sit? Seriously, I'm worried about you. We should all be friends to each other! The world would be a better place this way! What do you say, man? Time to make peace?"

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Bison watched the whole time as little by little, he realized just which "Adelheid" the cleric was talking about.
[color=6c1504]"No, you aren't going to get any peace from that man. Isn't that right, Adelheid?"[/color] The dictator taunted as he attempted to get the robots attention.
[color=6c1504]"Now, this mightn't have been the same man, but the Adelheid I knew of was a truly fearsome warrior that fought as part of a great ruler's army. A man who was able to single-handedly break the fighting forces of countless villages, even cities. A man who was loyal to his leader and people. A man who enjoyed every second of it..."[/color]

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[...?]

The last part of that statement seemed to actually get a rise out of the machine as he slowly turned his head towards Bison, walking closer to his cell as he examined the figure, even going so far as to tilt his head as if confused.
[color=6c1504]"But of course, it couldn't be the same man. That man is dead, isn't he?"[/color] The dictator chuckled his hunch confirmed as he walked back away from the edge, seemingly enough to get the machine to return to his post.
Once he was out of earshot, Bison then had a suggestion that he shared with the others.

[color=6c1504]"What if I told you I could bring "Adelheid" back and make him loyal to only me-...I mean, "Us"?..."[/color]
"No."
[color=6c1504]"...Eh?"[/color]
"We. Are not. Doing. That!" The Machoke growled as he managed to force himself up on his feet, looking a LOT more like the Bruiser that Teri would have remembered.
[color=6c1504]"Bruiser, listen to me, I can do this-"[/color]
"I know you could, thats why I'm not going to let you."
[color=6c1504]"What?! Do you WANT to die in this shithole!?"[/color]
"IT'S WHAT WE BOTH DESERVE YOU HUMAN SACK OF SHIT!"
...
A tense air formed as neither side stood down, forcing David to try and break the ice somehow.
"...Uhhhhh....Can we opt out of the "Dying in this shithole" plan?"
...Goddamn it David...

Before a conflict could start along our prisoners, an actual one started outside their cells as Nadalia revealed herself before the guards.
She was spotted LONG before she reached the weapon storage by the other guards along the cell block, after all, she just walked past an entire stretch of prison cells with guards posted along them minus a collar AND an escort.
Quickly she was surrounded by armed Cyborg guards with rifles, but they didn't seem to try and take a shot at her, instead waiting for the FULGORE to bring up the rear before standing in front of her.
It paused for a moment as he went though some of the data-logs, namely Katya's ruse to get her and a few other prisoners out.

Code:

[You left your cell with 3 others. Where are they now?]

He droned before baring his blades, intent on getting his answer one way or another.

Generic NPC 22 · Sep 6, 2016

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The Demi-Goddess of Death was neither in awe of nor amused by the false sense of authority the hapless former CEO of G-Corp attempted to put on display. It was apparent that Kazuya Mishima could have been a great warrior in his day though time had not been kind to the wounded warrior and while Rory Mercury could appreciate the stoic manner in which he held himself upright, the man was still a slimy as a minotaur's digestive system. It was this type of creature that Emloy's disciple enjoyed personally sending to her patron, Emloy. Rory licked her lips and tightened her grip on her Halberd as she prepared a response to Mister Mishima's vain attempt to curry some sort of authoritative power.

"[color=9f2c68]Mind telling me what you are doing in my Command Center?...[/color]"

SHLICK!

No, that was not the sound of the giant Halberd slicing off Kazuya's good arm, nor was it the sound of his head being sent out the great Hanger Bay doors, it was the sound of the former but temporarily reinstated CEO's clothing being tightened like a corset. Apparently, one nine year old girl had taken offense to the man's sweaty and flabby man boobs (or sweaty pecs) being out for display.

"Ew ew ew ew!" Ruby Babbage-Lovelace exclaimed loudly as she both covered her face as well as pointed an outstretched finger towards the formerly bare chested former but sort of current CEO of G Corporation. A muffled voice from the side of Major Rhodes Selmy's ample hills could be heard lecturing the Red Faced Executive, "If Auntie Rhodes has to keep them covered up, so should you!"

Now, it's assumed that Mister Mishima had never worn a corset, or if he had, he'd refrained from revealing this side of his personality to the world, he'd have found the experience rather uncomfortable as the super tightened and strengthened cloth, thanks to the magic of a magical girl in a pink dress, would have been trying to crush the man's ribs into dust and deflate the man's lungs. It would not be too dissimilar from a full hug from Miia.

The black and crimson clad loli halted her attack as her prey had been disabled and to have killed him at that moment, while fitting for the man who attempted to kill one of his prisoners, would have gone against everything that Rory had learned regarding the honorable treatment of prisoners. Sighing loudly as she released the tension out of her muscles and released the blood lust that was about of overtake her, the Dark Haired Demi-Goddess eyed the oxygen deprived megalomaniac before addressing Ruby.

"You may want to loosen your stitching a bit Ruby," Rory said playfully to the little girl whose face was still pressed against her Auntie Rhodes' chest.

"Okay Miss Mercury!" Came the still muffled response with was soon followed by sound of stitches popping open and air being allowed back in Kazuya's lungs.

"Now... when you are ready to listen to reason, little Ruby here will guide Major Rhodes, her Angels, what crew are able bodied to join the assault and myself to the location where our comrades are being kept. If you want to send you men, that is entirely up to you. If you want to redeem what honor you have left, you can come along. If you want to stop us, I'm sure either myself of Major Rhodes would be more than willing to convince you why this would be a bad idea." Rory said severely as she dictated how things were going to work until whatever petty nonsense was going on with the broken business man was settled. She turned to her companion with the nine year old girl in her arms and asked, "Have you anything to add?" and turned to the other Rising Dawn Heroes in attendance (Angelus, Slindis), "Or have you any issues with what I propose? I should warn you that regardless, you won't deter me from freeing our captive friends."

Now this was quite the scene that had unfolded on the Hanger Deck. Kazuya Mishima, Former/Current/Future Former CEO of G Corporation was being told in "his" Command Center what was going to happen by a pair of women holding a pair of girls (or girl like beings in Naamah's case). If Kazuya was going to try anything, it would probably be best to do so when he wasn't in such a precarious position.

Kalastryn · Sep 6, 2016

World Marshall Undisclosed Location: Anomalous Materials: ARES, Viscus, Dimitri, M. Lab Tech, Paranoid Guardwoman

"...Damn, She burned you. You two got burned. Burned hard. Like, you're just ashes now." One of the junior techs said as ARES pointed out the issues with the way they were going about their examination of the android.
"...You are really wiser then most of the machines we get in here, I'd just to say." The M. Lab Tech said as he nervously laughed, it had been sometime since the subject he was examining managed to deliver such a statement to him, pointing out the flaws in his research.
"...You know what? Seeing how you just explained your plans and why they won't work, I think it's save to say you are no real threat to us." he then said, much to the annoyance of the Guardwoman.
"Keep the EM field up but re-attach her limbs. This one has been rather co-operative in her examination. Besides, our measures are able to prevent any and all "outbursts" she might have. After all, she said it."

"That's much better..." ARES said as her arms and legs clicked back into place, rolling one shoulder and rubbing it with the opposite hand as you might expect someone to do with a sore shoulder.

"... Well doc, given that you haven't threatened me several times over, I guess I could spare some details." She said. Externally, she was surprisingly calm, giving a rather careless disposition on letting slip what were military secrets on her inner workings. However what she was thinking internally was very different. Reattaching her limbs was a mistake... not one that she would make abundantly clear at the time being, but now that she actually had her limbs attached, her motives changed.

Instead of buying the patience of those in the room with complete cooperation in order to stay online, she was trying to buy time with those explanations. Time for use by the other members of the Rising Dawn. She knew how many were captured on her own transport, but if other trucks arrived earlier or later it wouldn't matter... the result was the same. She'd witnessed them take a well armed military base by storm, level a building while fighting an enormous machine that would make her creators blush at the thought of making... this should not be very different. They fight, falter, and then attack again with a resurgence that far outperformed their first attempt. As of now, they'd probably found a way around their restraints. Keeping the collars on but not functional would be the perfect way to hide in plain sight... hm... given their "subtlety" at MIT that might not be exactly the case, but nonetheless they'd not be down for long.

There was plenty to speak about, and so long as she didn't contradict any earlier information she could inform them of whatever she wanted right? Though, that might prove difficult, seeing as how they've been examining her piece by piece before she awoke and couldn't bluff through what they knew so far. She'd just have to reveal the details slowly. One of the easiest ways ARES had learned to slow a conversation were counter questions. The more time you make your interrogator dwell on specifics and ask for more information, the more time you could spend not answering the questions they asked before.

"While I see no harm in cooperating further, you're going to need to be specific. I have 5 more or less readily available armor and weapon systems, when I switch between them, not only does my exterior change, but I quite literally "rewire" mentally. File directories to information on weapon and augmented performance systems suited to other frames are stored in respective locations, which even as in control of this body as I am, I cannot access without donning the appropriate gear. For example, this is the Astrek corporation[footnote]Given that these armors were based on ones meant for human use, their original designs are credited to their original manufacturers. Thankfully, there are actual corporations in game which I can name![/footnote] designed Dreadnaught frame. It's the least mobile of the five, but that is a side effect of being the most heavily armored of each of them. It most heavily armors the back, and the legs as I'm sure you've noticed. The plating on the arms is less thick to allow for a necessary amount of dexterity to operate heavy weaponry such as the heavy machine gun it was meant to operate." She says, before getting back to her main point.

"The accord were very specific about the limitations ARES units were built to comply with. I could inform you about a select few universal utilities every frame has, but other than that... while my persona is not disrupted in the process, my understanding of how the other four systems work is limited unless I were to actively wield them. It only takes a few minutes to shift between them, but I assume you and your cohorts have priorities on what you want to get out of my information. ARES units were meant to function in groups of five preferably so that each armor's role could be utilized to their maximum potential and their shortcomings would be compensated for by other units. Out of the roles I can fill, one armor is meant for stealth, another for medicinal purposes, an engineering frame which has the most utility of all of them, and a frame armed with explosive ordinance which is faster, but less well defended than this frame." she explains.

"I suppose what I'm getting to is that time is a non-refundable commodity. Valuable to you at that. I could go one with this system's functionality or at your preference I could give you more preferable information sooner with a bit of time to adjust." She suggested, which all in all would sound excellent... but what she really wanted out of that was to bait the doctor into allowing her to shift frames, the downtime making it more difficult to obtain information without actually resisting. More time her information needs clarifying means more time they have to spend learning it. More time they have to spend studying ARES means more time they can't shut ARES down. Of course, more time they can't simply shut her down means more time to be potentially chance upon an opportunity to be useful when World Marshall inevitably comes to regret their choice of enemies...

Kalastryn · Sep 6, 2016

The Rising Dawn: Hangar
Slindis, Kazuya, Angelus, Kalastryn

All in all, there definitely were worse people to be intercepted by on Kala's way to a little R&R while everyone gathered themselves. The potion which would ease most of her wounding once she resumed her form of false life was really only a welcome aside. Taking the potion and slipping it into her pocket at least for the moment, she chuckled "... There have been better circumstances for a reunion before, but nonetheless welcome home." she replied courteously. "I'm sure we have much to discuss... I'm going to begin teaching a pupil shortly for starters... once this whole mess is behind us at least..." she trailed off.

Now, Kala wasn't exactly on top of things when it came to how everything went, so as she and Slindis passed earshot of Kazuya she did ask. "... Speaking of... how bad is the situation, exactly? I know it would be too much of a god given blessing we be finished cleaning up Mishima's mess just yet, but while on the ground I was... sidetracked with another endeavor once Bison slipped from our reach. Since you spoke with the "leader" of this operation himself... you're likely more versed in the situation than I." she admitted, though she felt no shame in retrieving Jenny alive, she wasn't quite satisfied with how things turned out. Especially since Kazuya doesn't seem to be the type to leave anything unfinished, which means that while Bison was not likely still at large, that wouldn't satisfy him and by extension- the Rising Dawn which he's been using as a pawn.

Zepherus14 · Sep 8, 2016

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Rising Dawn Hallways of infinite mazeness
The Halls are Alive, with the Sound of Insuuuults!
Nina and Phillip | Several random RD staff | Diana

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With the library behind her, Nina would start touring the inner bowels of the Rising Dawn. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6rH1S069Cg] It wouldn't take overly long before she'd see the Rising Dawn looked kinda like that one scene in One Punch Man. [http://66.media.tumblr.com/8a5b043b03b8d517b16707e60e52c0e3/tumblr_n2fhsonYqJ1rxrnbio1_1280.jpg] Nina being not overly good with directions didn't help either, but fairly soon she was lost. Still she would press on, moving down the hallways she found herself in, feinting confidence in lew of not being about to simply ask someone "Where was the area people slept at was?"

As she moved along however, two workers were moving a bin of newspapers along, having stacked them a bit higher than they really should have, some rolled off the side of the cart as Nina walked by. "Oh sorry about that Miss!" The one guy said as he tried snatching some of the falling papers.

Nina had to dance around some of the papers, trying not to step on any of them. "Haha, no seriously don't worry about it, it's cool." Nina reassured them, although it seemed like the two disagreed.

"I told you we had too many on there, that's the third time they've fallen off like that!" The woman scolded him, picking up some of the papers. "I know, I know! The other cart's wheel was going so I just thought this one would be fine." He retorted back.

Nina picked up a couple of the newpapers herself, planning on simply helping the two out when it dawned on her. "Hey, if you don't mind, I could totally takes some of these off your hands? I was heading off to go speak with Ryan at his place for a bit and he was looking for some reading material." Nina suggested, taking about four papers herself.

The guy smiled happily, giving Nina a hand shake. "Sure! Yes of course! That would be wonderful, thank you." He said, with the slightly lighter load they were able to stack it properly. "But, we still need to-" the woman interjected, probably not so care free about the papers being swiped so easily. "Hey, what's a couple of loose papers, the fish and chips guy wasn't going to be needing them all anyways. H-Hey?" He started replying to the woman as Nina started walking off down the hallway again, only to turn around nervously when the guy called out to her. "Y-yes?"

"I know that way was the faster option while they were waxing the floors the other day, but if you were going for the Private Quarters, it'd be a lot faster going down that hallway Miss!" He suggested, pointing down the hallway to Nina's right, which she gave a curious look to before waving back. "Oh really!? Good to know! Have a good one!" She said before ducking down the hallway.

The guy waved for a moment, turning around as her heard an elevator chime, seeing his cohorde already at the other side of the hall. "Come on, let's get out of here already, must be those waxing fumes maybe, but it just feels weird in this hallway." She called out to him, simply getting an agreeing nod in turn.

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Nina felt like she was getting close now, still on the hunt for the Private Quarters, but this time unlike the many people she'd passed so far wearing a uniform of sorts, this woman was wearing a pretty flirtatious dress and high heels. She tried not to pay the woman much mind as she continued on, but it seemed Diana had other thoughts in mind.

"Cut your hair, this looks stupid." she barked at Nina, causing her to stop for a moment, a bit stunned at the response. "And is impractical. It's like you decided to make it as bad as possible. Also, your dye looks fake." She continued on without even giving Nina a chance to speak as she continued forward and continued down the hallway. "Maybe I like it bright and cheerful..." Nina mumbled to herself, honestly not wanting to draw attention to herself, but still the comment stung all the same. She'd resume her travel in due time, letting out one final comment as she strolled on, kicking at the floor a little. "Besides, it's not like it's my choice my hair's got a mind of its own. You can only destroy so many hair stylist's snippers before they stop wanting you to show up..."

bluerocker · Sep 8, 2016

Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Confusing Halls
Big things come in small packages
[color=77C7C6]Simon[/color] | [color=15650D]Ton Ton[/color] | Cadolbolg

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[color=77C7C6]"Please leave me alone."[/color] He barely whispered.

The duo looked to one another, and the back to Simon, Ton Ton being one to make note of the gun the man currently had holstered. Given his behavior, he looked more scared anything; and if they were too startling, he might pull it at any moment. They needed to calm the man down, and maybe get him to a doctor - lest he tear through the entirety of the Dawn to get someone hurt. Maybe..

Ton Ton carefully held up his hands, palm facing down and gently began to speak, [color=15650D]"Mister, you really need to listen to me, please. From what I'm seeing, you really scared and confused about where you are right now - and that's okay. We get people like that a lot - they're called 'Off-Worlders'. It just means, through one way or another, you fell out of your home world and ended up here. I'm one too, actually. It's how a lot of people end up in this place. You are on an airship called the Rising Dawn, and as that implies - you're really high in the air in a closed space. So what you need to do is calm down. We can get you some help, promise."[/color]

Cadolbolg tried to follow suit, and eagerly waved a hand, erm, claw, "Yeah, and things can get a little chaotic here sometimes, but that's our home for you. I'm Cadolbolg, and this is my brother, Ton Ton. We live here and uh... Well, we do a lot of stuff too, but like Ton Ton said, we have doctors and lots of nummy food~! Best way to make friends is over a sandwich, don't you think?"

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"You have a bad day too Luke? Tell me about it while you make a Death in the Afternoon for the both of us. Come on, drink with Major la Fey." She cracked a gently sarcastic smile while flashing Luke her badge.

Luke did his best to keep up a "proper" expression as he readily made the cocktail, starting pouring in a jigger's worth of absinthe in a champagne flute followed by filling the rest with the nominal drink, the clear emerald-color liquid changing to more of a sea-foam green after the fact. Sliding the glass forward, Luke was about to ready another drink before he heard-
"You know we will be getting them back, right? You don't need to drink yourself into a stupor."

With a weak smile, the Bartender answered back, [color=eca222]"I won't be drinking myself into a stupor, miss. I haven't even been drinking....[small]much.[/small]"[/color]

However, with that said, Luke neglected to fix himself a Death in the Afternoon as well, turning back to Tania, [color=eca222]"I think I'll be holding off from serving myself, Major. I'll admit my earlier indulgence wasn't quite as professional as it should be... That said, I know you and your companion were privy to some of the events - primarily my need to intercept some of the disaster that was the Dawn's previous mission. It's been, to be delicate about it, a bit of a bad day."[/color]

As he finished his (abliet somewhat halfassed) explanation, the bartender's attention was pulled away once more when he heard one of the imps walking towards the bar and requesting a pair of Bloody Marys. Following Luke taking the time to craft the drinks and carefully sticking in the requisite celery, he left a napkin underneath the drinks and gently sent the beleaguered imp along his way.

Inside the folded napkin was a message written in golden ink, with a flowing yet legible script,
[color=eca222]"If you're going to request drinks from my staff in my bar, kindly do not harass the staff.

-L."[/color]

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Angelus took in the slew of events in stride, watching with a dark sense of pleasure as Slindis gave Kazuya a scathing lecture (at least, even if she didn't know that Diana had read his mind prior, she had gathered the impression that Slindis' words had shaken him). However, with the arrival of the Major, Rory, and Ruby and a declaration was made about the finding of their comrades, the dragon's interest was renewed. Her great head turned towards Rory, a wisp of smoke trailing from her nostril, "I do not have any objections towards the rescue of our comrades. After all, as Mr. Mishima was the one who sent us to the grinder. That said, however, as much as I feel eager to rain fire and ash down upon my enemy's head, a touch of strategy may be necessary. A lack of intelligence was what got us into trouble in the first place, and I'd rather a second catastrophe to not happen again. If need be, I'll be happy to lend my wings for scouting or transportation."

The dragon's posture straightened after she gave her piece, her tail sliding faintly against the metal floors. She was tired of sitting around in this cramped space, doing naught and stewing; and the opportunity to do something productive was a sight for sore eyes.

NotYetForsaken · Sep 9, 2016

Mujahid
Location: Hangar Command Center | Rising Dawn
Friends accept you without your excuses, and enemies will not listen to them, so for who do you make excuses?

Major Rhodes Selmy

"If Auntie Rhodes has to keep them covered up, so should you!" Little Ruby said, squirming against Rhodes' firm hold on the young budding flower. She held her closer and laughed girlishly. It had been a long time since she had found something so endearing as to push her to laughter.

"To be young again and to live life so earnestly!" Rhodes smothered little Ruby in affection briefly before spinning on her heel, hair dramatically flowing behind her. Her angels were lined up behind her, rifles pointed outward as to give the Major the appearance of wings made of steel. Her heeled boots slammed into the metal floor with a imposing crack as her coat settled around her. "It is as the Hero says." There was a pause as the Major's words set in. The angels around her shuffled into a tighter formation.

In contrast to the silence of the Angels, Angelus spoke her bit by saying, "I do not have any objections towards the rescue of our comrades. After all, as Mr. Mishima was the one who sent us to the grinder. That said, however, as much as I feel eager to rain fire and ash down upon my enemy's head, a touch of strategy may be necessary. A lack of intelligence was what got us into trouble in the first place, and I'd rather a second catastrophe to not happen again. If need be, I'll be happy to lend my wings for scouting or transportation."

Naamah stirred in Rory's arms, disturbed by something in her fitful slumber.

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"And so Babylon fell to the might of the Canaanites, and all their men were put to the sword and their women and children were scattered across the empire. The King who sat in Zion, most hallowed Solomon, had declared that the era of Judgement had begun. But as then as is now, even the wisest of men fall to hubris."

"Except for me this will not be a rescue mission," the Major set Ruby down and turned around. A stream of moonlight struck her, casting the Major in a heavenly silver glow. She looked every bit like the guardian angel that was her namesake.

[HEADING=2]"This is Jihad. I will kill them to the man."[/HEADING]

[footnote]I couldn't get this picture right ;n;[/footnote]

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Post Modern Mysticism
Location: Canteen
A dream so deep that it is inescapable.

Tania la Fey

"It is a shame then," Tania said with a sad smile as she stirred her cocktail. "I had grown lonely at the absence of my partner." She brought the drink to her ruby-painted lips. Her eyes were closed as she drank. There was something there, a suffocating softness, like dry cotton. It was not in the drink, but in the air around her. It clouded her mind and made her hands tremble. Miki and Pisa flitted about above her head.

"That was sure something. You felt that too didn't you Pisa, Miki?" She finished her drink and set down the empty glass. "That killing intent, an intensity that could not be borne from hatred. A desire driven only by love." Love. The word hung in the air in front of her in the same way it had left her lips, as if biting into soft flesh. "Some girls just shouldn't exist. Who are you really, Dolores?"

Tania returned Alashi's wave with a curtsy, something she ha not done since she had first courted Lord Oberon himself. She smiled. How surprising it had been when it turned out that he was such a huge push over. Lord of the Hunt my ass. All he really wanted to do all day was to bake. Something that he had indulged in during their brief life together in that quiet sleepy town.

It all seemed like a dream.

Tania walked over to Alashi and Selena's table and put a hand on the drunken witch's head. Titania's eyes flared to life. Embers bursting from the emerald depths and drifting off into the moonlit sky. "Young sorceress who holds the embers of the Old World in your bosom, quell such magics before you call upon the eyes of beasts hungering in the night." In a single motion Titania mollified the twisting energies Selena was emanating. She blinked the embers from her eyes.

"I suppose it is folly to keep up this guise to those heroes who are sensitive to magic," though she eyed Violet for a brief moment. That man should pose no threat to me. "Alashi, I am Titania, Scarlet Lord of the Court of Dreams and Sorrows. Put your heart at ease. I mean you and your friends little harm."

Texas Joker 52 · Sep 10, 2016

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Ship's Library
"Oooh, that's gonna stain!"
Sloth | Envy

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Once Sloth finished Envy's explanation of the Vice's prejudice against mortals, he looked Nina over with a quirked eyebrow. The young girl was looking a little green around the gills, as the saying went, and he started to wonder whether or not interdimensional travel was finally taking it's toll on her, having gone through their portals twice in quick succession. Of course, he only started to wonder, because she confirmed his suspicions a moment later by promptly vomiting all over Envy.

Now, Sloth could have, and even would have slowed the projectile of bile and half-digested food with relative ease, had he been fully awake. As it was, being half-asleep did more than just slow him physically. So, in the span of about fifteen seconds, Nina emptied the contents of her stomach onto Envy, then stumbled away saying that she had to go. As the gray-clad Vice grimaced as he watched her retreat, the Embodiment of Jealousy stood there, clearly shuddering with disgust.

~Sh-she just... Oh man, oh man, oh man, this is nasty! I have to go wash this out!~ Envy stammered telepathically before she thrust out one hand to the side.

Unlike Sloth's portals, which were like uneven rips in the fabric of the world, Envy's portal almost looked like an eye opening, with streams of black liquid pouring out around the edges. None of it seemed to even touch her as she hurried through and it closed behind her. Leaving Sloth alone in The Rising Dawn's Library.

With a frown and a heavy sigh, Sloth just shook his head and started to slowly make his way out of the same doorway that Nina hastily strode out of, but instead of looking for a bathroom, he figured he might as well see where any other deities like Eddie or Rory might have gone. Which inevitably meant looking for the booze.

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The thing about smoke bombs was that they made it awfully hard to see through. That was usually the point, assuming it was just smoke and not some sort of stinky gas, which usually also made it hard to breathe, much less smell good for about a week. Farber knew all about how smoke bombs were used since he was pretty good at using them. In fact, he was pretty sure that the hall he was heading down was largely empty whenever he set off that smoke bomb.

Which was why he was absolutely stumped when he ran headlong into something firm, yet strangely soft and almost luxurious. But the result had him knocked back onto his butt as he gasped in confusion, and then promptly began to hack and cough.

By the time the smoke cleared, he looked up to see a rather pretty teenage girl, with odd black-and-white hair. And the moment he got a good look at her, she seemed... So familiar for some reason. The fact that she squealed and grinned when she got a good look at him and helped him up to his feet told him that he seemed more than just familiar to her.

"[color=ff2400]FARBER! Lemme guess you're getting chased... again? Is it Katya? Or maybe it's Icarus... he doesn't like it when you mess with his Dragon Gauntlet you know... or maybe it's... Eddie?[/color]"

He merely gaped up at her with a dumbstruck expression. How did she know his name?! He had never met this girl before in his life! But then... Why did it almost feel like he knew her somehow?

When she spotted Eddie behind him, however, a look of concern passed over her face, and she turned to speak to someone behind her.

"[color=ff2400]You never told me that you ran into ... me.[/color]"

Leaning to one side to see just who she was talking to, Farber's reeling confusion only got worse. After all, just behind him in the hallway was Eddie the Dead, the new, zombie-looking bane-of-his-existence. And behind her was also... Eddie the Dead.

Looking between both Eddies, his jaw dropped even further as he tried to make sense of just what he was seeing. After all, he didn't think they were twins. They had the same name, same clothes, same voice. Even he knew that twins usually had a few small differences, but those two Eddies were pretty much identical. In fact, he was so desperately trying to figure out just how that was possible, wracking his eight-year-old brain for some kind of explanation, when the girl in front of him ruffled his hair and kissed the top of his head before walking through what looked like a hole or window in the air.

"Hey... Hey, wait! What's going on?! I don't get it!" he called out in vain.

Before he knew it, he was once again alone with a single Eddie in hall. He frowned in silence for a few seconds before he said anything else, but his tail violently swishing in the air behind him showed just how hard he was thinking right then. After those few seconds of silence, he let out an explosive sigh and shrugged in frustration before he started to walk in the opposite direction from the Mercenary Demigod.

"You know what? I don't care. This crap is making my head hurt. I'm gonna go find Ruby." he grumbled under his breath.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Sep 12, 2016

The Rising Dawn: Hangar Command Center: Slindis, Diana, Kazuya, Angelus, Doom, Major Rhodes, Ghost, Ruby, Rory

The longer this day lasted, the more humiliations that Kazuya had to endure.
First, that damn child did something to his shirt that threatened to undo most of the healing that Slindis had granted to him, then the ***** in the black dress had to show up to rub salt into the wound.
Still, the case had been made and it wasn't as if he was in much of a position to stop them from doing anything but as he managed to get himself back to his feet, wincing slightly at having his chest squeezed like a children's toy, he was able to ask [color=9f2c68]"...You going to at least tell me where you think of striking? I'd imagine that if my men were aware of your movements, they would be able to help..."[/color]
When Angelus made the case for Recon, Kazuya then added [color=9f2c68]"My thoughts exactly. I'm currently using all assets available to me to try and establish battlefield control and get some damn intel on the enemies forces. Also, you mentioned that child as being your "Guide"? Mind if I get some context for that or is that "Above my Pay Grade" now?..."[/color]

Back with Doom, he did his best to not really stand out amoung the group, seeing how he was back in the same room as the man who tried to kill him and all.
He did manage to tap on the Major's shoulder, almost acting more childlike then the child in her arms as he muttered [color=004d]"...uhhh....Can Doom come along? He promises to not be a hassle or-...anything...He-...just wants to make sure his friends are okay..."[/color]
Even as he stood there wearing a helmet that completely covered his face, the eyeroll by Ghost was clear as day.

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*TSK!* "Hey, look, I'm just as happy to do all Jihad as much as the next guy, just please tell me we aren't letting the brain damaged kid with badder issues come with us?" *TSK!*

[color=004d]"Hey! Ruby doesn't have brain damage-...Wait does she?"[/color]
Several confused grunts came from Ghost, as if he was having an aneurysm before blurting out

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*TSK!* "Jesus H. Christ, you can't even insult him, he's so thick! Urgggg, look, just call me when you have your shit together so me and the Hooters Mascots can go all 9/11 on this town. [sub]Fucking hell...[/sub]" *TSK!*

And with that outburst, the Special Agent walked off before going to re-stock his various weapons and gadgets, as well as make a radio call to someone...

The Rising Dawn: Brig Hallway: G-Corp Grunts Unit 316 and 317

Seeing as how the original brig guards seemed to be missing from their post (The fact that Chrysalis kicked the shit out of them before they had to haul her to medical not being a commonly known fact), 2 of G-corps finest took their place, yawning and scratching themselves as they stood ready
*Ring Ring! Ring Ring!*
"Oh for the love of-...Now fucking what?" One of them groaned as they answered their Radio.
"Unit 316 speakin-....wait-what?....He's heading out again? The Hell? he just got back to his cell?..."
While his friend was taking care of business, 317 was scouting the area for possibly threats and he found something he wouldn't mind taking in for "Questioning".
"Whoa, brah...Solid 8 coming in hot..." He said as he noted one of Major Rhode's angles walking along, being sure to pretty himself up and run a hand though his hair.
"But-...Sure why can't you go? Ain't you wearing his outfit anyw-OKAY OKAY! Right, I'll let him know-AND WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT?! I GET IT! SHE'S HOT-...no, not you...urg, And the meeting? Same place?...Oh we're in the flight deck now?...Right, that'll do. Unit 316 out." 316 groaned while his friend kept nudging him.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey there. How you doing? Been a naughty girl? Got a few cells free if you were..." 317 said as he attempted to use all 3 of his Charisma points to chat up the Eudaimon while his friend merely facepalmed.
"...look, Restricted area, yadda yadda yadda, piss off, alright? This isn't even my shift, the pricks who were meant to be here went AWOL..."

Generic NPC 22 · Sep 13, 2016

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BEWP Strategic Module said:

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#include iostream
#include interactions
#include katyaMoveSet
#include twitMoveSet
#include BeneMoveSet

boolean weaponRaidComplete = FALSE;

int main()
{
while(interaction(Fulgore, Nadalia) == TRUE && weaponRaidComplete == FALSE)
{
Twit.shadowTeleport(Twit, Benedict, Katya, WeaponStorage);

for(i=0, guardcount(WeaponStorage) >= 0, i+3)
{
Katya.silentDisable(WeaponStorage.Guard[i]);
Twit.silentDisable(WeaponStorage.Guard[i+1]);
Benedict.silentDisable(WeaponStorage.Guard[i+2]);
}

collectEquip(Katya);
collectEquip(Twit);
collectEquip(Benedict);

useItem(Twit, AngelDust);

Twit.cout << "[color=deeppink]Ahhhhhhh. All better.[/color]";

removeItem(Katya, Mali_Volcano);

addItem(Katya, MPVGPAMAC);

Katya.repairAlly(ARES);

weaponRaidComplete = TRUE;
}

Katya.prepForCombat();
Twit.prepForCombat();
Benedict.prepForCombat();

return 0;
}

Silence · Sep 14, 2016

Before Violet could leave the canteen, he suddenly found himself standing directly in front of a woman, towering over him. Diana glared at him with hate-filled, glowing, eyes, blocking his path. She asked just a simple question: "What went wrong?", but he could hear it in his mind as well. "What went wrong?"

"You brought us into a territory lined with missile defenses. An enemy willing to bombard his own city. Why? I will be the judge of your answer, so don't fuck it up." she added, though his answer would only matter a tiny bit. What he was actively thinking, this was counting as well. Diana probed his mind for the answers she seeked. Why Violet had taken command, if it had been just stupidity to send her and others in (punishable already), or if he just had been under stress (punishable as well, for taking command). There was not really any chance of going out of this interrogation unharmed.

An imp brought Diana two Bloody Mary's. She downed one of them immediately, giving the glass back to the imp. She was about to use the napkin, as she read what was on it. Grimacing, she pat the head of the imp gently, and muttered a thanks on it. Then, still having a glass of the red cocktail in her hand, and having the red juice around her mouth, she continued glaring at Violet.
Maybe, in his state, he could have the illusion that her shadow was bigger and slightly different, as well as much darker, as it should be.
(It's a telepathic illusion, so noone else can see it.)

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As Bison and Bruiser were discussing the Fulgore, Mio listened and thought for a bit. Finally, she said: "Couldn't you just ... turn him off and on again?" Thinking a bit more, she added: "What's the problem with getting him on our side, Bruiser?"

She looked and felt around a bit more, trying to find out how to get out of the cell. "I mean, if we get out of here in a short time, because our people who somehow managed to leave their cells, we probably don't need him. Although just turning Adelheid off might be a good idea, then.
If this takes a few hours more, I think I'm getting bored. It would be more interesting to find out what Adelheid would do. So ..."

Suddenly, Mio called out to one of the guards. "Hey, I'm hungry! When is feeding time? I heard we get something!" After getting an answer, she shortly looked to Teri and Bruiser. "I hope you are willing to help me here. Distracting the guard and stuff."

By looking, she would try to find out how the guards opened the cells, or if they had something like keys on them.

bluecrimson · Sep 16, 2016

The Rising Dawn: Lower Levels: The Armoury
Icarus, Melethia.

The shorter elf nodded as she guided Icarus to one of the training rooms. "Go ahead and have your partner, though I will state only once that any attempt on his part to interfere in the training will inevitably result in the both of you being dragged to the medical bay. Still, shall we begin?" The room was rather plain, though there would be ample space for the pair to maneuver around. The elf then started punching in a few commands at a small terminal to set the parameters of the training room, and while the computer started to process what Melethia had put in she took a look at the morphing blade with a rather critical eye.

A little bit of examination did show that she was mildly impressed with the animated blade, though when she finished her critique up she dryly intoned to the young man in a rather blunt manner. "The sentience is intriguing, but it is still only as good as the titanium it's made with. I know Titanium is lightweight, but can it match up to these blades?" Melethia then took that time to pull out a rather sharp and extremely well-made kukri [http://i.imgur.com/x8iy6ZN.jpg] with a purple sheen that had a pungent scent to it, and a matching handaxe [http://i.imgur.com/bs9PSu6.jpg] that was just as well-crafted accompanied it asshe calmly entered a fighting stance.

Icarus could also feel a faintly comforting presence around the rather sharp handaxe as well, though as Melethia led in with her first flurry of slashes that was meant to test the extent of Icarus's defenses she rather calmly quipped at him. "Since you are still green I set the room to throw up a siren in case you start getting too badly hurt. If I were you, though, I would try not to take advantage of that..."

The Rising Dawn:Canteen, Bar
Selena, Luke, Alashi, Tania, Violet

Alashi also ordered a Roll in the Hay from Luke as she listened to the statement the imps gave, making sure to place the cone back on Violet should she have the chance. "See me later if you want the collar off, Violet!" Even then, the man was running rather rapidly and Alashi wasn't in too much of a rush to go anywhere as she nodded. "And I can understand that, Selena, though you might want to hold back on the drinks..."

The blossoming wild magic would be a bit more for Alashi to be concerned about, but as the queen of the fae greeted her she offered a light handshake as she sat down again. "Name's Alashi, and if you see anyone giving me any titles let me know so I can smack some sense into them~" She then calmly chuckled, though it was easy to see she was keeping a keen eye on the bartender...

The Rising Dawn: Hangar
Slindis, Angelus, Kalastryn

Slindis then nodded faintly as she idly replied to her longtime friend. [color=c200]"Well, Kalastryn, it's been a long time and I've been a few different places... though, it doesn't seem as if much time has passed here. That's a bit odd, though honestly I think when it comes to this whole scenario that the whole chain of command broke down. Of course, I'd prefer if we finished up here soon as well and for the rest of our team back safely, though I will have to agree with Angelus when I say that we need to make informed decisions on our next moves here.[/color]

The Rising Dawn: Hallway, transitioning to the living quarters
Devon, Rugal, Garm

Devon chanted a rather decent healing spell to patch up Garm's injuries to help the distressed wolf out while she stroked the wolf's fur. [color=00c863]"Well, Rugal, I've said all I'll say on it. The scent will fade after a while though, and I'll be right there with you and Garm here getting Teri back. For now, is there anywhere else they could use me here? I don't think I could quite cover at the medbay, though if there's any way I could calm the others down here I'd be more than willing to aid.[/color]

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Sep 16, 2016

The Rising Dawn: Canteen: Selena, Diana, Luke, Alashi, Tania and...Violet... /)_-"

Violet's "Brilliant" escape attempt was cut short by a drunk Selena, never in all his days did the embrace of a member of the opposite sex seem so much like a prison.
"Hey Violet do you think You could find where the crew got kidnapped if I gave you a Kiss?"
"Ghhhhhheherrrrrrrrrrrr-You're drunk! I shouldn't take advantage of you in this state!" He quickly said before attempting to gently pull her off of him, being careful not to be too forceful for fear of knocking her over and having her hit her head.
"What went wrong?"
"[sub]Ohhhhh Sugar Honey Ice Tea....[/sub]" He the squirmed as Diana returned to the room, clearly not looking happy about how he had handled himself thus far.
"You brought us into a territory lined with missile defenses. An enemy willing to bombard his own city. Why? I will be the judge of your answer, so don't fuck it up." The shapeshifter asked as she saw a number of things in Violet's mind.
First it was fear of taking over after Kazuya, then it was fear of failing, then it was fear of being assassinated, then it was fear of everyone realizing just how woeful he was a everything and now, fear of her.
"...Look, you see-HEY!" He tried to answer before Alashi put the damn cone back on his head.
Struggling with it for a moment, he got back on topic before saying "Look, I knew they had forces in the area but I didn't know they had all that! I knew Armstrong had a private army but I didn't think it was THAT big....Look-...please-.....[sub]I didn't know[/sub]..."
The more it went on, the more that Violet's mind began to imagine all the violent ways in which he would be mauled for his failure...

(More posts hopefully coming)

Texas Joker 52 · Sep 17, 2016

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | World Marshall, Undisclosed Location | Secure Cell Block, Designation: A Class
"Bomb voyage."
B.C. | King Leoric | Others

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For someone of B.C.'s natural attention span and need for nigh-constant entertainment, the sensation of the ghostly "king's" attempted assault only kept it's novelty for about fifteen seconds. By that point, the Anarchist, Convicted Criminal and all-around Horrible Person that he was locked up with was sick and tired of not only being bored but locked up in the first place, the sensation of which had lost it's novelty long before she had reached this primitive little slammer.

So, with a swing of her long, sadly covered, legs, she slipped down from the metallic box... Urn? Whatever it was, and idly reached up to feel along the collar on her neck with fingers that were as skilled with electronics and locks as they were flawlessly manicured. Her fingertips seemed to dance across the collar's surface in a blur, and within a few seconds it had popped off with a distinctive click.

It was immediately followed up by the also distinctive sound of beeping. With a smile, she casually wrapped the collar around the bars of her cell, then pushed the strange metal container closer toward it. The Blonde Bomber finally sat against the opposite side of the box and looked up at the ghostly form of her cellmate.

"I hate to say goodbye so soon, but what can I say? It's been a blast." she said, before closing her eyes and covering her ears.

When the collar detonated, it did several things all at once. First, it blew out the bars of the cell rather effectively, if crudely. Second, it very likely ruptured the nice metal container that B.C. had been locked in with. At the same time, the explosion pushed back both box and Convict away, and though the box stopped after a few inches, B.C. was carried a little farther and knocked into the wall behind it. Lastly, it filled both cell and hallway with some godawful smoke.

It took a few minutes, but when the smoke cleared, B.C. was back on her feet, waving away the remaining haze with a grin on her slightly ashen face.

"Time to blow this not-Space pop stand." she said to herself, before turning to the Phantom King and stepping backwards out of her cell.

"Well honey, I've gotta go! Toodles!" the Convict told him with both a wink and a blown kiss before practically skipping out into the hallway.

It was time to wreak some havoc, snatch her freedom back from The Man, and get her personal effects back. Although not necessarily in that order.

The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

Living undeath to the fullest

Doom needs Yoghurt, Badly

Doom needs Yoghurt, Badly

Doom needs Yoghurt, Badly

Doom needs Yoghurt, Badly

New member

Doom needs Yoghurt, Badly

The Most Generic of NPCs

What is "normal?" Sounds dumb.

What is "normal?" Sounds dumb.

New member

Queen of Cockblocking and Misery

Power in Procedure

All hail the Pun Meister!

Doom needs Yoghurt, Badly

The Most Generic of NPCs

Living undeath to the fullest

No soffidx.

Doom needs Yoghurt, Badly

All hail the Pun Meister!