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

[Ramien Grey]

Rising Dawn: Canteen

The drow stiffened in anger, the light in her eyes growing brighter still as her hair started to unravel from its loose braid she'd kept it in. She started to reach towards the rude individual in front of her, to prevent his retreating after what he'd just said. "You..." Whatever she was going to say next was interrupted, first by a burst of laughter from elsewhere in the canteen, and then by the large armored fellow picking up the source of her ire. She paused, her hair now fully loosened from its restraints, with purple fire starting to dance from two spots along her temples. She looked from... Azan, was it? to the person being held before taking a long, deep breath to try and calm herself down. Uk zhah er'griff galla ulu xxizz[sub]He's only trying to help[/sub]... She looked up at Azan, her voice sounding slightly strained as she tried to keep control. "Mister... Azan, thank you for you concern, but... I do think this is something I need to... handle myself. Put him down, please?"

Without waiting to see if Azan complies with her request, she turns back towards the hapless, clueless Hien. "Considering I've... survived for over a century handling... worse things than you can possibly dream of existed, I'd say I'd rather be... blind and deaf than as... incompetent as you seem to be. Aren't you... supposed to be able to dodge better than that?" She'd seen similar outfits to the one he was wearing before, and knew the general ability set it was supposed to imply. "And if I were... blind and deaf, at least then I wouldn't... have to put up with your rude, condescending drivel, but sadly, I'm not, so you better apologize for... speaking to me that way."

 

[000Ronald]

Rising Dawn: Canteen

Hearing the commotion, Nickolai stood up and walked over to where the knight, the elf, and the man in white were standing; Biertov stood up and followed. "Friend knight!" Nickolai said. "I need you to put him down; our people are not quite as sturdy as you." Turning to Chris, he said, "I apologize for his behavior, madame; I will personally see to it that he is reported and reprimanded for it."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Rising Dawn: Currently occupied Hanger: Rising Dawn Crew, G-Corp Personnel

Violet zoned out once he saw Ares just show up with the rest of the crew, unable to take his eyes off her specs as everyone else talked around him.
Sure, he dabbled in robotics before and Nano-robotics were in testing in several regions (Katya was proof of that)[footnote]Sorry if I got my facts wrong there NPC 22! ^^;[/footnote], but even from a casual glance, he could see that this was far beyond anything his research on the matter.
"...You are from the future, aren't you?...Oh, sorry, The year is 2014 and you are on the Rising Dawn Airship just off the coast of Los Angeles, California State, U.S.A. I...Don't think the networks and software you are referring too are going to exist for several years yet..." He calmly explained as Katya asked for a drink.
"Well, there are some Margaritas over by the snack table, provided that the boss's new "Girlfriend" didn't toast the thing. We have both alcoholic and non-alcoholic!" The G-Corp doctor then said as he rushed over for his tablet.
"ummm, Pardon, but do you mind if I get some system specs? I mean, it's not too often that we get robotics this advanced on board and even rarer when it's not trying to kill us all! Aha-ha...ha..." He nervously asked as he prepared himself to take some notes.

Rising Dawn: Canteen: Azan, Chris, Hien, anyone else

First, Hien found his "Students" in a drunken stupor, then that blind dark elf ***** showed up and spilled his coffee, now a bunch of Kazuya's lackeys were trying to order *HIM* around like some misbehaving private?!
And the nerve of that..."Freak" call him Incompetent and demand an apology?
"...You want me to say sorry?..." He scoffed at the notion before shaking his head slightly.
The next thing Azan knew, the man in white brought up his arm before setting off a smoke bomb, followed by swift plam strike to the Knight's adam to break his hold.
Second he hit the ground, Nickolai watched as he rushed forward, like a man stuck on "Fast Forward" as Hien went for a heavy roundhouse to his center mass, knocking him aside and over a table.
As for the Drow, Chris then watched as the Ninja suddenly seemed to Teleport above her as he pulled his double sided Cypher and slashed her down the whole front of her body, from her face to her thigh, enough to left a mark but not enough to be fatal. (Though if it was a few inches deeper, she would have been cut in 2)
"...Apology. Accepted." Hien then said as he slowly walked away in an attempt to be badass, his blade now dripping with blood.

 

[StormShaun]

Sorry. Dragon Age is taking ... a lot of my time. >.<

[HEADING=3]

Flashback

[/HEADING]
Wanderer Vs Katya.
Location: Bookies' Hideout.

Opening his eyes, colours spun and crossed his eyes. The drug has finally worn off, but it left a rather colourful show. His vision began to grow normal, a little blurred, but he could see the slightly tinted blue sky, and the gray buildings surrounding him. The faint touch of liquid came from the back of his head. Groaning he touched and massaged his temple. "He went ... far overboard." Wanderer coughed out, finally noticing the crimson seeping beside him.

The normal personality of Wanderer sighed, his helmet was crack. His vision was getting back together, and he could only think about his shadow. Then it struck him, "The girl!" He said, Wanderer almost leaped back onto his legs, but suddenly his sight was blocked by an unknown matter, which sent him back down onto his knees, but this allowed him to notice the screaming nearby. "Damn it! Stop this! I'm not him!" Is all he could yell.

[HEADING=3]Present[/HEADING]

Storm-1788

(unarmoured)

, and David.
Location: Hanger | Rising Dawn.

Allowing a breath of relief to flow out of him, he nodded towards David. "Hopefully ... but I have no idea if she will kick my ass, and she can. She will be very angry, and probably attach herself to me for a long while." Storm said in a worked up attitude, but if David looked, he could see a smile plastered on his exposed face. Then rather quickly, David was restrained, strapped, and wheeled off quickly. Storm shrugged and quickly followed David's 'Doctors', but as he strided in a good pace, he wondered if Alpha would really dick the scar.

Wanderer

Wanderer, who was trying to go after David and Storm, was clutching his head as he dragged his large blade behind him. He cursed the fall he took fighting Katya, but he cursed his shadow even more. Thinking about Katya, Wanderer looked around, feeling guilty that she took a hit because he other self wanted entertainment. Sighing, he mentally promised he would talk to her later, and soon enough he hobbled back to the medical bay, hoping that David, Storm, and the G-Corp soldiers won't be too surprised that a decapitated deathclaw head is alive and willing to roar, bit, and possibly kill them.

"Man, he's fucked up" He said, addressing 'himself'.

[hr]

Spoiler: Meanwhile.

White Crib: Medical Unit
Mr. President, Shorn, Merlin, [color=66023C]Pierce Washington[/color]

The President, who had a thin cigar in hand, smiled. "In any case, this should speed up the voting process ... or perhaps even eliminate a competitor. I can see us losing votes, but we'll find a way to recover and raise them." He smoked the rest of his cigar quickly, and then he started to march off to his main stage to address the press. "Fuck it, we do it live!" Is all he yelled back to Shorn and Pierce.

 

[Kalastryn]

Rising Dawn: Currently occupied Hanger: Rising Dawn Crew, G-Corp Personnel

It was a bit shocking for ARES to discover they were many, many years before the Arclight was one lucky engineer's dream... "Well..." She trailed off, thinking quite a bit on the fact that everyone she'd ever met doesn't exist yet, and might not exist at any point for that matter. Snapping back to Violet's question however, she replies. "I guess it can't hurt... but there is one thing I have to tell you about some of the files locked away in my noggin. There is a blueprint for a sort of space ship called the Arclight. Under no circumstances are you to even think about taking a look at that. It's literally better for the entire world that such a device was never even considered a goal from even the most ambitious of engineers, understand?" She says, then touching a point on the back of her neck for a small projector to bring up a holographic monitor/keyboard combination. She goes over to the bar with the drinks Violet mentioned, pulls up a chair and sits down, letting the Doc get to work when he feels like it.

 

[Ramien Grey]

Rising Dawn: Canteen: Azan, Chris, Hien, anyone else

The drow's eyes widened as Hien started to attack the people around him, wondering just how crazy this person was before he suddenly disappeared. She looked around, trying to figure out where he'd gone to, but didn't think to look up until his shadow from the lights above fell onto her face. She tried to step away, outside of the sword's strike, but without much luck, managing only to get her face out of the way, leaving the sharp blade free to cut its way through her clothes and body.

She cried out in pain as the soft pieces of fabric fluttered to the floor, the edges of the grey material - even her now-ruined undergarments were the same soft grey - dyed a deep red. Even as the blade cut through her flesh, though, Hien could feel the resistance of her body change, as though something was pushing the blade outwards until it was merely laying her skin open - still a grievous wound when done to the stomach, to be sure, but not as deep as he'd been planning. As he turned away, the blood of the (mostly) innocent dripping from his sword, a flash of purple light shone throughout the room, sending the shadows into crazed patterns for a moment.

Before he could turn around, a clawed hand - no light show this time, but physical claws, or possibly a very oddly-designed gauntlet - grabbed him by the shoulder and squeezed, the claws not quite drawing blood as he's spun around to see a snarling face [http://i.imgur.com/2gYvbA3.jpg] in front of him. The creature hissed loudly, her tails lashing behind her as they raise upwards, barbed points turning to point at his face. "That's two apologies you owe me now. You're not going to get the chance to need a third." The voice was familiar to anyone who'd heard the drow speak, but much stronger, even a little deeper.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Storm-1788

(unarmoured)

, Edge and David West.
Location: Medical Bay | Rising Dawn.

Once they were in the medical bay, David was finally able to get the G-Corp Soldiers that seemed to now work there to leave him to his own devices, least after all the tests and such were done and he took some more powerful painkillers for his head.
"Hey, isn't that what your problem was? The fact you two weren't talking? Hell, if you ask nicely she might even play nurse, Eh? hehaha..." He joked as he sightly blissfully, while the resident healers did a good job keeping them all in one piece, it was nice to get a shot of the straight stuff once in a while. (Granted, not as nice as not getting hospitalized in the first place, but still)
"So you want to tell her or shall I? I mean, if you want, I can make up some bullshit about you racing into a burning building to save some Civies...Also, how did you get all "Scar-face" anyway? Probably should have asked that first..."

Rising Dawn: Currently occupied Hanger: Katya, ARES 35, Violet, G-Corp personnel

"...N-noted..." Violet suddenly stammered, starting to realize the possible downsides of messing with technology several decades in the future, as well as fiddling with time traveler in general.
Still, perhaps she was just like the others and from another realm rather then this one in the future.
Once she was seated, he then said "Do me a favor and let me know if I'm touching upon anything important. I'll admit my work was more "Spec'd" towards more basic functionality, like Movement of limbs and completing orders. AI wasn't something I was all at well versed in and the last thing I would want would be to delete a important piece of data and give you "Brain Damage"." before he went about rooting around ARES's main CPU for internal diagnostics, figuring the logs there would give him some insight on the android's inner workings, something that ARES might find a little ticklish.

Rising Dawn: Canteen: Azan, Chris, Hien, anyone else

Hien was feeling pretty proud of himself, he was about to teach one of those brat students of Hiryu a lesson, as well as Hiryu himself, he put a lesser being in her place and now he was walking away, the soldiers seeming to fear him as they cowered before him and-...began to run out of the room?
It was around this moment he realized that something might be a little bit wrong as he saw the powerful purple glow coming from behind him, the smug look on his face starting to fade a little right before he felt a clawed hand on his shoulder.
"...[sub]uh oh[/sub]..." He murmured before he was spun around to witness a..."Different" Chris to the one he just shit talked.
"!!! What on Earth-!?" He screamed before instinct finally kicked in and he attempted to bring up his blade once more, attempting to make the most of the close proximity to plunge it into her gut.

Spoiler: Meanwhile (slightly more important edition)

???: Run-down apartment
[color=6c1504]M. Bison Congressman Vincent Vega[/color]
Ost: Theme of TJ Combo [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqHMQgrk76M]

[color=6c1504]"-I'm back to: Rise!
I'm back to: Flow!
I'm back: Rock!
I'm back to: Soar!
I'm back to: War!
Let the truth be told,
I feel on fire when my passion flows!

Put 'em up show me what you got
I wanna see how you rock, if you're great or not
Wanna take my spot? Gotta train to box
If in the game don't block, then the rain won't stop-?"[/color]

One of the most wanted men in America sang to himself in the shower, while he had to constantly keep moving around to avoid un-wanted press attention (I.E. Attention that he couldn't control/dictate), he found that a quick shower usually helped him to make the most of it.
Coming out clad in a bathrobe he "Borrowed" from a hotel once, he then went to the microwave, picked up his hot-pocket and plopped down on the sofa before turning the TV onto the most welcoming place for any self respecting villain: Fox News.

"Today, we have a report from the Senate led investigation into the President's birth records that suggests that our president isn't all he seems to be...Or rather She seems to be. And for this report, we are going to liv-.....Hold on, this just in, Turns out "Comrade Presidente" wishes to address his Liberal Overlords. We're going live to the White House...[sub]Smug cockney bastard...[/sub]"

The President of the United States Saints.
Location: Press Room [http://jameswagner.com/images/white-house-press-room.jpg] | White Crib | USA: DC | Avatar Adventure.

The White Crib's Press Room was quite busy. The reporters were getting ready, and cameras were flashing. For just only a few hours ago, The President sent out a message to all local press and branches to come to the White Crib for a conference. Most of the local news are already in, while other news teams are still trying to get in.

Suddenly music [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxc_G80Hs-4] was heard, and everyone's eyes were glued to the podium. Coming out from the side, with guards and hooded advisor next to him, The President [http://au.playstation.com/media/maTvrjKE/SaintsRowIV_Hero_vf1.jpg] walked in confident strides, which showed off his power to the world. Taking his position at his podium, he instantly raised his hand, and silence filled the room.

"America! I gather your eyes, your ears, and your minds today for an important topics. This is not about any of my policies or promises, this is about an announcement. " He spoke strongly, and the room erupted with noise, shouting, and questions. Once again he raised his hand, and silence was the answer.

"Today, I regret to inform you that a few days ago, someone attempted to kidnap my communications director, Pierce Washington. They failed, but today, they succeeded in kidnapping Shaundi, my Director of Secret Service. However, we have found footage of her and her captor. Vincent Vega!"

After the name was spoken, footage was shown of the livestream, where Shaundi is tied to a chair, and Vincent Vega grabbed the camera. This made the Press Room erupt in more chaos, with the press mostly asking questions, and yelling their surprise. Instead of a raised hand, a bellowing sound filled the room. "QUIET!.

Taking a second to breath in, The Present gave a serious look. "While the authorities are looking for Vincent Vega, I am here to officially announce, that he is now a terrorist and a enemy of the state! We shall be using every inch of our resources to locate and hunt him. He said with authority, and once more the room went into chaos, but he decided not to stop it, The President only moved to the microphone for one more thing.

"The last thing I mus say. Is that my predecessor, Burt Reynolds gave me advice in his last term before I gained this position. He said to me that if I needed the most desperate act fulfilled that we cannot do, is that we contact the Rising Dawn group. If you are hearing me Rising Dawn, I implore you, please help us find Shaundi, and hunt down Vincent Vega! You will be awarded. That is all."

With his final line spoken, The President walked off stage, giving off no hint of weakness in his movement. Pierce quickly filled the role of answering his question as comms director. Shorn stood there too, to help him.

[color=6c1504]"...I did what?...Guy doesn't even look like me! Look at his teeth, they're YELLOW! YELLOW!"[/color] Bison said to himself himself out loud as he tried to process what the hell he just saw.
While the Footage was pretty damming, he didn't even meet the Secret Service Director during any of his visits to the White Crib and aside from fundraisers, he didn't even engage with the general public outside of TV Interviews and rhetoric filled speeches.
The fact that he was also calling in the Rising Dawn was worrying, seeing how "Well" past encounters went but then Bison saw the upsides to this whole misunderstanding.
After all, he was getting publicly labelled a terrorist by his unpopular political opponent in an election year while having a international group that didn't answer to US law sicced upon him.

In short: The President just handed him the perfect right wing extremist nut job's wet dream on national television.

"...YESH! YESH!" [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3ALwKeSEYs] He cried out in victory before excitedly calling his publicist, already drafting a counter speech in his head.

World Marshall HQ: CEO's Office: Denver, Colorado
Senator Steven Armstrong, Mistral /w "Staff"

".......ppffffff AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! OHA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! HEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The Senator from Colorado nearly fell off his chair in laughter as he watched the press release live.
"...Wow....I guess our little presentation had quite the effect on our little friend." Mistral, one of Armstrong's more loyal employees said as she watched the speech while her employer struggled to breathe.
"OH-OHHOHOHOHOHOHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ohhhhh, this is fucking priceless..." Armstrong couldn't stop laughing as he pushed the button on the intercom and said "Hey, Shandy, get me a bottle of Champagne up here would you?"
[color=DF73FF]"For the last time, it's SHAUNDI you sick twisted fuc-"[/color] The voice on the other end protested before she was cut off.
"...Perhaps we should call again, let him know that he got the wrong people."
"...WHY?! This is perfect! That young liberal prick shows both weakness in this government's security AND government overreach by declaring a political opponent a enemy to the state prior to an actual investigation. And that's before it's revealed that it wasn't actually the Congressman in that tape. Meanwhile, Mr. Vega will be forced underground, keeping him out of the public eye, And fundraisers, while lumping him in with the Right Wing Terrorist Scene. Hell, they are most likely the only people that will touch him until news breaks out it was a fake." Armstrong then explained as he threw his feet up and lit a cigar.

"Ahhhh...I love this country..."

Spoiler: Notes

-Just a heads up, the Meanwhile spoilers are for scenes that are disconnected from the bulk of the cast to help prevent confusion as well as post formatting.
Just in case you were wondering what they were all about.

-So basically, the President went on the news to call on the Rising Dawn to catch his Presidential election rival Vincent Vega (AKA M. Bison).
While they were doing that already, figured it would still be a bit of an important background event, but don't feel the need to drop everything in order to react to it.
The speech will be on the news for quite a bit so you can have your characters react to it whenever they get a dull moment.

@Ramain Grey: Feel free to rough Hien up a little, he's a big boy, he can take it :3

 

[Kalastryn]

As Violet started sifting through the files on ARES' hard drive, he may have been a bit shocked as to the complexity of the information within. They did have a roughly 50 Petabyte hard drive, and while most of it was in a unit called "Shared AI" it seemed as though ARES' inner workings were made up of about 6 computers, one for general knowledge and one for each of their combat frames. He'd find a great number of futuristic blueprints and instruction manuals in shared data, as well as a file that gave them a proficiency with "mundane weapons" (though most of what was in that file were things from mounted machine guns, SPAS 12s, C4, grenade launchers... the fact that these were considered mundane says a lot about her dimension's war capabilities.) and a whole host of different blueprints. Among the most interesting was a "molecular printer" which could condense, extend, and shape matter. One of it's listed functions was making weapons and vehicles out of scrap metal and ores without much physical or manual exertion. As he looked into the blueprints, he saw the blueprint file that Ares had informed him of, "Arclight." ARES was also explaining much about their workings at the time. "To clarify on why I don't want the Arclight's blueprints in anyone's hands is because, while it was a failed experiment by some of our time's most intuitive engineers, it was dangerously unstable. Which only really lead to bad things when you consider that, scientifically, it was able to condense the time space continuum to make light years take seconds to travel."

Looking into the blueprints for the "SIN tower" and "Melding Repulsor" he could see just how bad a failure it was. The SIN tower's blueprint states that it's required for a connection to the SIN network, which through the technical babble he could reason was like a combination of the internet, social security, GPS, and that SIN (shared intelligence network) was tracked as an implant put in to people's craniums so that the leader of the Accord (Think of him as president of what's left of the world.) could keep tabs on threatening individuals.

"It's a real invasion of privacy, but with the melding bringing us to the verge of a second apocalypse, privacy is a luxury. I guess I can be glad that SIN doesn't exist yet though."

Furthermore, the Melding repulsors were basically humanity's lifeline in a second apocalypse. They keep a sort of giant, sentient storm called the melding from enveloping the entire globe and poisoning, mutating, and killing the entire human race...

Those files were only on one of the six computers that made up ARES' AI. Violet would see that the other 5 were connected to combat directories, one being active now.

Spoiler: After analysis, long story short...

basically, Violet understands about halfway through those last 6 computers that he's rooting through the "brain" of a war machine. It's a lot to take in but... Violet might actually think he can make one later... confidence permitting.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Canteen | Rising Dawn
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Azan

Azan was bewildered, he stood back and watched a scene of demonic brutality unfold before him. But more pressingly, he was trying to figure out how the far easterner had managed to punch him int he throat through his armor for there were no gaps between his helmet and breastplate. In fact, his helmet could barely turn, much less look up or down. Nevertheless Azan could not condone demonic violence, where holy violence would be completely acceptable.

The Easterner brought up that curved longsword of his to spear the demon, and the demon let great claws reel back to strike the swordsman, but both attacks found themselves lodged firmly on either side of Azan's grand mace. Azan was not a smart man, but he made up for his lack of tactical brilliance with brute strength and indefatigable determination.

[HEADING=2]"NO FIGHTING!"[/HEADING]

Azan's mustache, both his real and ornamental one, bristled with the raw energy that was filling the room. The metal of his pole arm creaked at the strength of the two combatants. "Please think of the others within this airship if you were to bring it down with your antics."

Avatar Adventure
Location: Hanger Array | Rising Dawn
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Faust

Faust looked to her right and found a young adult female, a metal golem, and a very effeminate man conversing. Realizing that none of them had taken notice to her, she slipped out of the hanger array, her red cloak fluttering in the artificial breeze of the airship. Beneath the cloak, the dry air of the airship irritated her young skin. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes, letting the larger entity within the airship guide her to her mark, that strange scepter, and that strange woman.

The master unit responded by drawing Faust an invisible path to her target, and soon Faust found herself standing outside the Library door. Her heart beat within her chest, for the first time in her short life she felt excitement, but whether it was because of the hunt or because of something else she could not say. Faust pushed open the library door inside of the Rising Dawn and stepped into the cool shadowy room that constituted the library, unsure of where she would find Selena and at the same time refrain from being seen. Thought it had been fortunate so far (through no small manipulation of BlackHarte's) that none of the personnel in the Rising Dawn had seen or bumped into Faust and her odd attire.

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The (Un)real World
Location: The Loft | Cupertino | California
Time: Nearing Dawn​

Titania

The air around them smelled sweetly now of the effervescent foam of fruit wines. Deborah had opened three bottles, one for their guests and one for each Deborah and Titania. Despite her frail girlish figure, Titania was still a Celtic god and she'd be damned if people thought of her as a lightweight. Deborah poured three glasses of the wine, a blend of apricot, grapes, and cranberries with cinnamon spice. It had a light amber body to it, and was fizzy, more like soda than wine and had a strong warming effect after ingestion.

"Ah! Get oof! Get off! What are you doing!?" Selmy crashed onto the floor, her left arm trying desperately to pry B3WP2 off of her right wrist. She seemed genuinely distressed at the presence of the nanomachine entity attached to her skin. "Please don't eat me, please don't eat me!!! And please don't do anything vulgar to meeeee!!!!"

"She's a strange one isn't she?" Deborah placed a glass of the wine at each set place on the dining table. Titania took an entire bottle and drank directly from it, taking down half of the contents before she spoke again, this time with her face a cherry blossom pink.

"We are dedicated to stopping BlackHarte, there used to be more of us, but our methods for stopping that black beast differ wildly. Whereas I don't care much for drawing civilians into our conflict, the others are willing to push disaster onto this world to summon a new Observer to deal with BlackHarte." Titania slumped back into her chair and slid down until she slouched so deeply that only her eyes were visible above the table. "Before you start askin' and stuff, yeh I'm an Observah, 'tis true."

Deborah peered at Titania and smiled, "Its been too long since your last drink, and you went too hard."

"Ah shuddup ya bint. I'm fine."

"Well your metabolism has certainly sped up, thats for sure," Deborah said sweetly as she took a sip from her own glass. She flipped open the Book of Fate and peered inside, smiling at its record of B3WP's internal thoughts.

1) Are Characters created by the Observers or chosen?
2) If chosen, what criteria do Observers use in choosing a character?
3) If an Observer is killed, what happens to their Character?
4) If Subject BlackHarte was able to become an Observer, have either of you done the same?

"Characters can be either created or chosen, but characters with more simultaneous Observers tend to be stronger and more resistant to phenomena intervention by another Observer, which means established characters like Lambda-11 and Nu-13 are more powerful than characters like Tania and I. However, there is one caveat. If an Observer forces a character to break canon or act Out of Character, than the bonus granted by being canon is rendered moot because he or she will no longer be the entity recognized by the other bystanding Observers.

Observers have no set criteria in choosing a character, its simply the preference of the Observer. Some enjoy sexually charged characters, some enjoy fighters, other enjoy comedic sociopathy.

If an Observer is rendered unable to Observe a character, then unless another Observer is observing that character, then that character will cease to exist. Though it is possible to leave a record of the character for future Observers to find and use, thereby granting resurrectional processes to the character in question.

As Tania has said before, she has taken primary Observer responsibilities after the retirement of our own creator and original Observer. In this case she must continuously Observe herself or everyone who relies on her for continuity will perish. And it is because of that nature that we are allowed to continue to exist in this seed world."

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Bookie's Hideout | Los Angeles | California
Time: Flashback
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Katya vs. Wanderer

As the Wanderer fell to his knees, Katya cursed from her position 90 degrees right from where her decoy was laying, continuing to scream its decoy head off whilst it had been impaled in the abdomen by a rather large pipe.

"Fsck!" Katya cursed as she dropped B3WP's optical camouflage and took her the opportunity to attack while the Mook{Wanderer) was otherwise inconvenienced by a headache. Jumping from her position, she didn't quite take into account that she HAD actually been injured by Wanderer's laser projectiles and her legs weren't yet 100%.

"D13 muth3rf- @@@@@@@@RRRRGGGG!!!!" The Young Hacker yelled and screamed as she landed on her injured legs, ill suited for the impact of such a landing, and started rolling towards where Wanderer was, coming to a halt in front of him.

The fact that he didn't attack her when she landed in front of the Mook didn't truly register with the young woman until after her attack... a handful of dirt to Wanderer's face... his helmeted face.

Damn it! Stop this! I'm not him! The Mook said, right before Katya spotted a Rising Dawn patch on Wanderer's outfit.

"0h." She said before chuckling, "Ha1!"

Avatar Adventure
Location: Hanger Array | Rising Dawn
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Katya

One would think that an open bar and an 18 year old young woman would yield a drunken 18 year old woman with puke scented hair but not in Katya's case. She totally bypassed the alcohol and went for the "other" drinks that most 18 year gamers would go for. Finding an ample supply of green tea, she began a round of steeping the loose leaves in a pot of not water, but Red Bull, infusing the noxious energy drink with all the caffeine and anti-oxidants she could get as she repeatedly steeped the combination in more and more and more green tea. After about 30 minutes and 3 rounds of brewing, Katya moved on adding ginseng, pixie stix and vitamin B12 to the concoction before settling down in the Hanger, taking note of a particularly interesting looking aircraft, if not rather familiar in the fact that it looked almost exactly like the Swordfish mono-racer from the anime Cowboy Bebop. The one exception to this familiarity was that the aircraft had been painted stealth black and was outfitted a passenger in addition to the pilot.

The fact that she was not only riding on what amounted to a flying fortress/city but watching as a technician poked around the inner workings of an honest to goodness Android made what was already a surreal experience all the more strange. Add to that the existence of dragons, elves, knights and Time Travel made the young Hacker Heroine consider checking herself into an insane asylum. Of course that consideration was chucked out the window as she overheard a particularly interesting tidbit of conversation.

"I guess it can't hurt... but there is one thing I have to tell you about some of the files locked away in my noggin. There is a blueprint for a sort of space ship called the Arclight. Under no circumstances are you to even think about taking a look at that. It's literally better for the entire world that such a device was never even considered a goal from even the most ambitious of engineers, understand?"

"???" Katya's ears perked. The phrase "Under no circumstances are you to even think about taking a look at that" was like an invitation to go peeking at whatever blueprint or file Ares had said not to look at.

"[small]B3WP. L00kz l1k3 1t'z pl@yt1m3![/small]" Little Miss Rostikova whispered to B3WP as the pulled out her mobile phone. With a grin on her face, the young hacker began surreptitiously scanning Ares' network interfaces, looking for any defenses that might have been in place.

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The (Un)real World
Location: The Loft | Cupertino | California
Time: Nearing Dawn​

B3WP

As B3WP listened to Miss Deborah and the now inebriated Miss Titania speak, a series off ripples suddenly appeared on the normally tranquil surface of the spherical data core, a reaction triggered by Miss Selmy's panic being transmitted to B3WP by B3WP2. For some reason, B3WP's military designers had thought it a good idea to cause B3WP's biological components to be flooded with aggression inducing chemicals whenever an interfaced human subject underwent feelings of panic or fear rather than simply train soldiers to better cope with the stress of combat.

Sensing that the young woman was in the midst of a panic attack having witnessed what she had that night, the primary B3WP unit issued a command its subordinate causing Miss Selmy to feel a slight prick in her wrist as she was injected with a mild sedative.

"From my observations, Miss Selmy conforms to societal, emotional and mental norms. Her reaction to my secondary unit's attempt to interface and monitor her vital signs is expected given the events that she witnessed earlier." B3WP stated before Miss Deborah took control of the briefing as Miss Titania appeared on the verge of being rendered fully inoperative due to sever alcohol intoxication.

If B3WP was distressed by Miss Deborah appearing to have hacked its logs, the Nano-Agent Swarm displayed no outward reaction. It did, however, note that Miss Deborah had looked at the book in her hands prior to andwering B3WP's logged queries.

"Thank you for your responses, Miss Deborah. They have been most informative. If what was stated is true, it would be a safe assumption that Little Miss... that is ... my human host Miss Katya is under the control of an Observer. It would also be safe to assume that Subject BlackHarte would attempt to cause harm to Little Miss's Observer, which could cause her harm. I can only conclude that the most logical course of action in order to keep Little Miss safe would be to assist you and Miss Titania in your actions against Subject BlackHarte."

There was a slight hesitation as B3WP processed various scenarios involving combat against Subject BlackHarte. It was likely that Subject BlackHarte's weakest units were ones like Lambda-11 and Nu-13, it was illogical to send one's stronger units without foreknowledge of the enemy's abilities and strengths. Given this assumption, it was highly unlikely that B3WP could assist in any significant manner.

"Given our last encounter with Subject BlackHarte's subordinates, I have concluded that without significant upgrade to my combat systems, I will be unable to assist you in any substantive manner. Is there a manner in which characters can be upgraded?" B3WP asked. Though its voice was flat and lacked any emotion, there was still a desperate quality to the small sphere as it considered the possibility that Little Miss could be wiped out of existence.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Rising Dawn: Currently occupied Hanger: Katya, ARES 35, Violet, G-Corp personnel

Violet was a bit worried by ARES's warning but then stated "Don't think my boss would be too interested in a space ship. Hell, unless it could be used in a battle, I don't think Kazuya would even look at it.", partly to re-assure the "person" who's head he was rooting though, though mostly to re-assure himself that he wouldn't be forced to make some kind of Doomsday Device.
At the moment however, he was rather impressed with the level of detail some of the entries on her homeworld, usually weaponized robots just had enough data to explain why they were shooting at stuff and the rest of their CPU was based around how to do just thatm then again, she had 6 of them so she had processing power to spare.
"Ah, Good news, You needn't worry about SIN. The NSA on the other hand..." He snarked as he went though the rest of the blueprints, especially that kind of Modular Printer, 3D printing but with advanced metalworking thrown in? He could retire with an invention like that! (Of course he would play royalties to the rightful owner...After Taxes and Expenses).
"Alright, do you have a means of data transfer? Be it wireless or USB?..." He then asked eagerly, overlooking a few of the red flags of Katya's attempt to hack the machine during his fixation on the big bucks.

 

[000Ronald]

Rising Dawn, Canteen: Rising Dawn Group, G-Corp group

"[sub]Nickolai! Nickolai, wake up! are you alrig[/sub]ght? Are you hurt? Are you alive? Can you mo-"

Nickolai, barely cognizant, nodded. Biertov was kneeling over him; someone in the background was shouting, and there was some kind of monster in the canteen. "Dah." Nickolai said. "I am fine." Which wasn't exactly true; he was sure he had some broken ribs, and he couldn't quite feel anything below his chest, but he could still get up just fine. "This is not good." Nickolai said, looking around. "We need to get out." Nickolai took a deep breath. "ALL OF G-CORP UNITS IN CANTEEN! LEAVE NOW! Biertov-"

"What is it?" Biertov asked.

"I cannot walk." Nickolai said. "You need to get Kazuya, right now."

Biertov shook his head, and picked up Nickolai. "Nien. We need to get Kazuya."

MEANWHILE!

Gasping, panting, and exhausted, Doctor Insano ran into a powerfully built man in a red suit [http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080310094934/snk/images/2/24/Rugal.jpg]. "[color=00AD83]MONSTER![/color]" Doctor Insano gasped, grabbing onto the man to keep steady. "[color=00AD83]IN THE KITCHEN. STUPID WHITE NINJA GUY PISSED OFF THE DROW GIRL AND SHE TURNED INTO A CHAOS MONSTER. GO DO SOMETHING.[/color]"

 

[Ramien Grey]

Rising Dawn, Canteen: Hien, Azan, the 'monster', et al.

Chris growled in frustration as the armored figure once again stepped in between her and the rude ninja. "I told you, I can take care of myself!" One tail wrapped around the haft of the large mace; between that and her claw holding onto the metal, she pushed it up out of the way while the other tail wrapped around her attacker's wrist, the one holding the sword, the edges of the tail skittering around his armored sleeve. She looked around the canteen at the panicked, scattering people. The well-meaning lummox did have a point, though. This was not the place to properly handle her grievances.

She released the mace as she started to stalk out of the canteen. "We'll take this to one of the training rooms. They should be able to handle the energy involved." Her tail stayed wrapped around the ninja's wrist as she drug him out of the room, away from the easily-smashable furnishings of the canteen. Before she left, though, she pointed at one of people cuddling in the corner, her voice approaching something near normal. "Please bring a large salad with breadsticks to the training room. I'll be rather hungry when this is over."

With that, she started heading down the corridor towards the training rooms, her wings partially open behind her, leaving just enough space for people to get by her on one side.

 

[Orinon]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Training Room | Rising Dawn
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Chris Hien, Icarus
Icarus had been thoughly trashed a punching bag he was a bit out of breath, when two people entered a Draconic Drow,and a Stirder, however seeing the Strider, and thinking it was Hiryu was not good for anyone, the room got cold, icy cold as Icarus glared he moved, fast enough to impress a Strider, when he was visible again he had his trident and precisely thrust it at the Strider's Cipher, the Striders wrist was inside one of the gaps in the trident and with a simple turn the cipher was pried out of his hands, he glared at teh strider with the intent to kill.
"What in the hell are you doing here Strider, and don't you dare try to throw another bomb in my face, I know you work for Armstrong." he aimed his trident at Hien's face black lightning crackled through it as if it was augmenting his power.
His glaring slit pupils pierced into his soul, you could see the fallen angels elongated canines.

Avatar Adventure
Location: Library | Rising Dawn
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Faust, Selena
Selena heard a noise and looked up but more importantly she felt something, she could practically smell ancient magic she took out her wand and cast am illumination spell, and whispered some words
"Indica mihi maxime ancent relati she said to the wand and it aimed in faust's direction

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Rising Dawn: Canteen: Azan, Chris, Hien, anyone else

"WAITWHATNOLETMEGOYOUCANTDOTHISTOMEDOYOUKNOWWHOIAM!?" Hien screamed and trashed as Chris dragged him out of the room literally, as if he was some kind of child while the rest of the Canteen looked on, glad that they weren't going have to fight another Demon.
"....Right, fuck this shit, I'm going back to college!" One of the soldiers said as he finished his drink, tore off a few the patches on his uniform and left, right as one of the Imps in the kitchen went to fulfill the Salad order, smirking and shaking his head as this was just another day for him.

Rising Dawn: Hallways: Rugal, Blade, Jenny, Dr. Insaneo

Between all the talk of former employees as well as just Kazuya's general attitude, Rugal was already sick of this operation as he went to retreat to his room for some R&R.
Well, perhaps now I might get a chance to go though Kalastryn's old spell book and finally get "Enlarge Creature" to work on-
"[color=00AD83]MONSTER! IN THE KITCHEN. STUPID WHITE NINJA GUY PISSED OFF THE DROW GIRL AND SHE TURNED INTO A CHAOS MONSTER. GO DO SOMETHING.[/color]"
....*Sigh* nevermind...
"...You must be new here, In fact whats you name? Pretty sure I would have remembered..." He said a little condescendingly as he saw that some people were better able to take the insanity of daily life on the Rising Dawn better then others.
"[color=00AD83]YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! THERE IS A DEMON RUNNING AMOK AND SHE GOING TO FIGHT A NINJA AND-AND-AND-[/color]"
"Is that them?" Rugal then asked as he pointed behind the Doctor, right as a large demonic woman walked past dragging along a man in white that was raving all the while.
"...Okay, now I'm curious..." He said before he went to follow, after all, he did say that it was a Drow and last he checked, Slindis wasn't really the demonic type...

All the while, Hien's men were making good on their orders as they "Helped" Jenny to pack up for her deployment, despite all the protests otherwise.
"Look, is there really no other option? I'm not a field agent, I'm...errrr..."Moral Support" at best!" She pleaded with the Duo holding a pair of suitcases.
"Listen to me, you fucking mindless idiots, Jenny is not trained for this stuff, Hiryu made it clear. Hien can't just do thi-[sub]nghhhh...[/sub]." Blade also protested, having unwisely chosen to get out of bed to do so, even if it was just reopening his wounds slightly as he leaned on Jenny for support.
"Look, I'm sorry, Orders are orders. If Hien wants her in the field, then my hands are tie-" one of them went to say before Chris walked past with their CO being dragged behind her.
"HEY! YOU TWO! DROP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND HELP!" Hien shouted, getting rather annoyed at the fact he still hadn't broken the demoness's grip on his wrist yet.
"...." The two stood there dumb struck before they turned at each other in confusion.
"...Hey...Orders are orders..." Jenny pointed out, causing them to finally react and give chase.
"...Should I feel bad for hoping he gets killed?"
"...Eh, I don't."

Rising Dawn: Training Room: Hien, Chris, Icarus, Rugal, Anyone else

It was then that he was finally brought into the training room, Hien nursing his wrist once it was let go.
"Ahhhh...Gods above that's some grip..." He grumbled as he looked at the red marks on it, followed by a trident pinning it to the ground as Icarus mistook him for Hiryu
"....REALLY?! Really?! Christ, this goddamn ship was just as bad as they said it was! Look, I'm here to pick up a student entrusted to me and actually have her do something useful for once. Hiryu is the guy you have beef with not me. I'm Hien! HIEN!" Hien stated for the record as he tried to pry his wrist free, at this point, it was going to be torn from his arm entirely.

 

[Ramien Grey]

Rising Dawn: Training Room: Hien, Chris, Icarus, Rugal, Anyone else

The transformed drow noticed the small crowd of people who had started to follow her and Hien through the hallway. Normally this amount of attention would be rather embarrassing for her, but in her current frame of mind, it was just adding to her anger and frustration. She barely hesitated as she saw Icarus inside the training room, although a very exasperated sigh escaped her lips once she'd released Hien, only for the enraged fallen angel to start threatening him instead. She grabbed the end of the trident long enough to push it away from Hien, the electricity arcing along bone plates of her 'gauntlets' with a hissing sizzle, causing small scorch marks to appear up along her arm as her face briefly twists into a grimace. "If you've got a problem with him, get in line." Her glowing violet eyes met Icarus' for a moment. "Especially since it sounds like your real target is elsewhere."

She turned back to Hien for a moment. "This hardly seems fair, now, doesn't it?" She glanced towards the Cipher where it had dropped on the floor. "Pick it up. I'm not a bully like you, so you deserve at least the chance to defend yourself." Her lips turned up in a mocking grin. "Or are you only willing to use that on defenseless people?" Even as she taunted him, she took a half step backwards, letting her feet spread slightly apart to give herself better balance. Her eyes remained focused on Hien now; He'd declared the duel, even if he hadn't realized it, and she wouldn't be satisfied until she'd paid him back in full. Her wings furled out to almost their full extent; her tails started to sway behind her like twin snakes, although her spread wings did well to hide their motions from Hien's sight; was she saving them for defense, or waiting to strike with those sharp points?

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Rising Dawn: Training Room: Hien, Chris, Icarus, Rugal, Anyone else

Hien looked rather relieved when the angry demon drow pulled the even angrier angel away from him, though any thanks he might have had quickly left him when Chris went about insulting his skill. (In case she hasn't noticed, he had confidence issues)
"...Grrrrrrrr..." He grumbled as he picked up his Cipher, fiddling with it for a moment.
"Alright, Demon. If you wish to fight, Then so be it..." He warned, attempting to get back his feared status after his humilation, before he detached his Cipher into 2 short swords, it's "Twin Tigers" form, holding one in each arm with a smug look on his face.
With new found confidence, he then went to engage his target, quickly dashing in before going to Slide in under any possible possible attacks.

As this was going on, Rugal was leaning against the wall near the entrance, keen to find out what this "Demon Drow" could do.
Hm...so this is why Chris kept to herself. Alright, show me what you got... He thought to himself as he was content to watch the Demon and Strider fight.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

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Location: Canteen | Rising Dawn
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Azan

Azan gave a pensive silent moment to thought as he watched the two combatants leave. The air was filled with a shrill silence that weighed heavily on his heart. The indifference of the troops to the matter at hand reminded him of the broken peoples he had once come upon in his journey to Midland. Dead, broken, bored eyes waiting for the end of days, blindly following a faith that had long ago abandoned the notion of providing salvation. Azan felt weary, so he returned to his seat and sat down upon it, cating his old eyes out the bay side window, staring into the shimmering world below. There are somethings that never change.

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Location: Library | Rising Dawn
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Faust

Lumen ibi fuit. Faust moved to the right and ducked behind one of the many tall bookcases. The musk of the old paper filled her nostrils and tickled her skin. Her cloak flapped in the stale air as it settled around her naked body. Her eyes were trained on that magical light.

The target spoke, but the words were garbled, an awful conglomeration of the ancient tongue and a neophytic accent. Faust's body swelled with anger. Audesne tu mihi vocare. Faust scaled the bookcase quickly and perched herself atop the framed structure, her legs bent and her arms pressed lightly against the wood to steady herself. The cloak draped around her like a red shadow. From within the ship itself BlackHarte signalled resonance to Faust, shaking her internally until she understood the information sent to her. "Haec loci habere lumen non poterant." Faust licked her cupid bow lips, leaving a sheen of glistening saliva on the ruby red skin, "Lumen Fugi!"

That magicked light vanished, and the entire room fell into an unpierceable darkness. Even those electric lights had faded from their life. Magic felt good to Faust, it made her feel a strange warmth inside, it made her blood boil and her breath heavy. It was an experience unknown to the main body, using power felt euphoric. Faust crept up to the edge of the bookcase and peered at Selena through the dark fog, watching intently for a moment to be able to trike.

The (Un)Real World
Location: The Loft | Cupertino | California
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Titania

"Now lemme tell you dis," Titania hiccuped, "There are not too many things dat blackHarte can pull out o' his bleary black ass." Her native accent started to creep though her inebriation, to offset that Titania took another drink from the bottle of fruit wine. "Ya see, black hart doesn' hab creativity in all dose things dat gib us livin' thin's our abilities. He 'an o'ly pull thin's from other universeses... meanin' that only things dat can naturelly mobe betweeen wurlds 'an be summoned."

Deborah stepped in and hoisted Titania up, "Alright, off to bed with you."

"I'm 'ine! Put me down ya cheeky bint!" Titania struggled futilely against her larger lover.

Deborah smiled at B3WP, "I'm very happy to hear that you want to support us, but be put to east as of now; Lambda and Nu are two of BlackHarte's strongest observed characters at the moment. The matter at hand is BlackHarte's inability to create characters, and so he only has a very small pool of characters to pull fromt hat are able to overcome the dimensional boundary are very few and far between, moreover he cannot observe a character that is stronger than himself lest the Observer become the Observed."deborah place Titania on the bed and lay upon her to stop her from squirming. Selmy stared at the scene from the floor below, in a half-sleeping half-alert trance caused by the strange cocktail of hormones inside of her. "You can simply focus on regenerating yourself B3WP, leave the extradimensional battles to us who are accustomed."

Titania laughed at that, "Yah!'Tis not like da bastard can star' Observerin' another Observer!"

Spoiler: Meanwhile

BlackHarte
Location: Sligo | Ireland | Dimensional Subdivision 1
Time: (none)​

Kusanagi

The blonde Kusanagi walked through the empty streets of the rendered Irish town. She had despawned all of the NPCs to herald her coming. There was only one person in this entire pocket dimension that actually mattered. She found him quickly, her armor shining in the dying sun of the emerald isle.

"Observer!" she cried as she pushed open the door to his humble residence. The man she had picked up earlier still looked as disheveled and homeless as he did months before. "Its time you start being put to work."

 

[bluerocker]

In which I try to catch the characters in my thrall up to speed. Apologies if my writing is a little lacking.

Nadalia | Furiae

Placing a hand upon Furiae's shoulder, Nadalia added, "Forgive my ramblings, for I sometimes forge my beliefs onto others without consent. Furiae, I sincerely wish for you to stay with me and Kazuya's loyal subjects so we can make stronger ties with each other. So do tell, what is your position in your 'Strider Organization'? How many have pledged their lives to you?"

Furiae gave a weak smile, thinking to herself, "You weren't kidding about the belief thing..." before speaking in a careful, but cordial tone, after all, perhaps this woman wasn't quite sure what she was talking about. She did seem to give Furiae that impression, by any rate; "I believe you're a little mistaken about my authority in this organization, Ma'am. I am a member of the Striders, under the designation 'Hime' while I am on missions or fufilling orders for my superiors. You are... Surprisingly correct about my origins, however. I am the princess of small kingdom called Caerleon, but I am not it's heiress. Not that it really matters, seeing as it's in another realm and completely obliterated from the rock it stood upon."

The Queen could detect bitterness in the (former) Princess' voice when she spoke of this, but her expression seemed to indicate acceptance, especially so when she finished with, "I do not cleave myself to that title, nor am I burdened or beholden to it. I only ask you speak my name as an address, nothing more. However, if you so request I call you "Your Majesty", I very much understand."

Caim

| Angelus | [color=15650D]Ton Ton[/color] | Cadolbolg

The little family met up again in the Hangar (Caim and Angelus choosing to fly upwards via dragon-back instead of VTOL), and the parents traded news with the little ones about their most recent venture in warfare. Caim, being one to appreciate battles, gave each of the Cutie Bruisers a well deserved pat on the back, and took his leave, deciding to sharpen his skills a little more in a training room (and with a promise to meet up with the rest later).

Angelus and the Cuties, on the other hand, decided that food and revitalization was more the order of the day. Following along Chris (Who seemed to have the Cuties' attention fully), things seemed to go well enough, until Hien drew an insult Chris' way, and the drow transformed into some kind of beast and demand recompense for the harsh words. After grabbing some food, the trio found themselves in the same place Caim had headed, only with a different training room. Upon approach, Angelus gave a cordial wave Rugal's way, and the Cutie Bruisers lined themselves against the window of the training room,

"You kick his big fat meany butt, Chris!"
[color=15650D]"Show that ruffian what for about his misconduct!"[/color]
"Burn his butt off!"

leaving their mother with the King of Fighters. Looking to him and then her children, she gave a chuckle, "Excitable, aren't they? I'd let them join in, but I don't think Chris'd appreciate it."

[color=0E59E4]Teri[/color] | [color=356D60]Garm[/color] | [color=3897E0]

Dimitri

[/color]

*before leaving the VTOL*

Teri gave an exasperated sigh at Rugal inquiring after her romantic life, and shook her head at the second inquiry of it's kind, [color=0E59E4]"No, it's not like that. He just sent me an apology letter for being a jerk, and he lent out a book that fits my interests. No big deal, Dad. And Ells, I'll give you time to read that. Just gimme it back when you're done, okay?"[/color]

Garm merely huffed at the answer and laid his head down, happy that the action was over for the moment.

*After landing*

The Cleric stepped off with her father-figure and wolf in tow, and looked up to see another man staring down the King of Fighters. She resisted the urge to take a step back, Garm and Rugal's presence helping her hold strong against the intimidating presence. It had been some time since she played Tekken, but the former Author recognized Kazuya Mishima when she saw him; and rather like meeting Caim and Angelus for the first time, he was rather intimidating up close and personal.

She held her tongue as the two talked about what was to be done with the prisoners, but the moment torture was brought up, Teri already knew what she was going to do. A steely look overtook her expression, and with the quickest iteration of [color=0E59E4]"I'mgoingtotheMedBaybye"[/color], she waved to Garm and took off on wolf-back to her chosen destination.

Upon arrival of her usual work station, the feeling of a Healing Aura washing over whomever was in there. The Cleric grabbed several key medical supplies for a checkup (as that was going to be her excuse for Kazuya, if she saw him), and then slapped her hand on the persons inside before leaving again, healing magic working their way through wounds or bumps that may have been incured. Following that, she hopped back on Garm's back and patted his side, contacting him over the rings as they began towards the Brig,
[color=0E59e4]"To the brig, and please make haste!"[/color]
[color=356D60]"Understood, but tell me, why the hurry?"[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"You heard that Kazuya guy, right? He's going to torture that malnourished hobo and that jerk with the tech! I can't allow that to happen; not after last time..."[/color]
[color=356D60]"I know this is a bad time to ask, but what is-"[/color]
[color=0E59e4]"I'll tell you later. For now, please run."[/color]
[color=356D60]"...You got it."[/color]

 

[Orinon]

Rising Dawn: Training Room: Hien, Chris, Icarus, Rugal, Anyone else
Icarus moved out of the way and stood beside Rugal
"Hey when they're done wanna give it a go? just a simple sparring match?" he offered still in his training clothes
He wasn't expecting a full response his trained eyes kept on the two he suspected neither of them would use many ki abilities and it would be interesting to see other methods of fighting techniques with Chris's transformation and the strides tactful tricky style.

Spoiler: OOC

Will add more later to cover other characters later, addressing Selena and My villainous reaction to Wesker sorry for an annoying delay.