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

Neuromancer · Dec 15, 2015

Seychelles Archipelago - Mother Base

6:15 am

The sun dawned on the horizon, its morning beams reflecting on the sea water, illuminating the enormous structure seemingly out of place for these waters. Another cold, damp night had passed, and the rise of the sun brought with it the promise of warmth, but the men aboard the base had little need of it. They had grown accustomed to lacking luxuries.

It was a harsh life aboard Mother Base. Not counting the inhospitable weather, the soldiers there went through the most rigorous of training techniques, kept watch, did maintenance, checked equipment, processed resources, treated the sick and wounded... even sent on dangerous missions across the globe.

But they did all this with insummerable enthusiasm.

He took a deep breath, let the salt in the air assault his nostrils, wake him up. He hadn't been sleeping well at all, not since he woke up in that hospital. When sleep didn't outright elude him, he was assaulted by horrible nightmares, nightmares of the past and what could be.

He walked down towards the helipad; Pequod was waiting for him there, ready to transport him, the blades of the helicopter slashing at the air. He was expected on the R&D platform, apparently that jackal he rescued drove the men on R&D to a new breakthrough. He wasn't quite sure how exactly that could happen, but then again, when it came to unorthodox thinking...

He got on the 'copter, stared down at the base as it gained altitude. When he had first arrived here, it was bit a single platform, undermanned and underarmed. Now, its platforms stretched out in the horizon, manned by the best soldiers the world had to offer, equipped with top-of-the-line gear.

An army without a nation. They were Diamond Dogs.

Salutes greeted him as Pequod landed on the R&D platform's helipad, and he made his way towards the main building. That was where the presentation was to take place, and the sooner he was there, the quicker they would all return to their duties. A familiar voice called out to him, and he turned.

[color=B54E16]"Boss."[/color]

Ocelot. His interrogation specialist and advisor. He was the man that saved him after he escaped the hospital when he awakened, and helped him track down Miller. It was safe to say that he wouldn't have gotten this far without his aid. Ocelot approached him, bringing three new faces along.

[color=B54E16]"These are the new volunteers that arrived yesterday. They are a little green yet, but a few weeks of training will make good soldiers out of them, you can be certain of that."[/color]

Behind him, the volunteers stared nervously, their arms shaking nervously, cold sweat running down their foreheads.

[color=B54E16]"What, can't believe your own eyes, recruits?"[/color] he chuckled, [color=B54E16]"Here he is, your whole reason for joining. The Legendary Soldier...[/color]

Name: Venom "Punished" Snake
Origin: Metal Gear Solid V
Titles/Aliases: Big Boss, Ahab
Age: 49
Gender: Male
Species: Human

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Appearance:

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color/Style: Brown, hung back with a small ponytail

Clothing: Advanced Sneaking Suit: [http://i.imgur.com/jyXQdWB.png] All-weather survival and infiltration suit designed to be heat-, water-, and shock-resistand, while also maintaining optimal body temperature. In addition to noise-dampening soles that eliminate the sound of footsteps, this suit features a high-strength aramid weave that offers superb damage resistance, and prevents the body heat from being detected by thermal goggles and the like.

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Equipment

Primary Weapons:

UN-ARC-NL

7.62mm full-length assault rifle.

Its precision-machined long barrel gives it greater accuracy than other assault rifles.

Customised with:
-Less-lethal rubber bullet conversion.

-Dot Sight

-Underbarrel Grenade Launcher (with smoke grenades)

-Laser Sight

-Flashlight

-Sharpshooter's stock (provides better accuracy on the move)

RENOV-ICKX TP

High-precision rifle used extensively in the field since WWII. Its bolt action gives it excellent accuracy, but also a slow rate of fire.

Customised with:

-Non-lethal Tranquiliser rounds

-Silencer

- 2-8x Rifle Scope

Secondary Weapons

WU S.PISTOL

This miniaturized tranquilizer gun delivers an immobilization agent from a distance, but has poor rapid-fire capability as it must be cocked with each shot.

Customised with:

-Suppressor

-Laser Sight

-Extended magazine (10 rounds)

Bionic myoelectric arm prosthesis

Snake's replacement of his left arm, which was lost in the aftermath of XOF's attack on Mother Base. The arm acts much like a regular arm, but is equipped with a variety of gadgets and a rechargable battery.

Said gadgets are:

Stun arm: [https://youtu.be/drGnb30QFwQ?t=40s] Snake can charge his arm to deliver an 120V electric shock. Depending on the amount of time he charges, one of three results will happen:

-Snake will stun one target at short range

-Snake will stun one target over a longer distance

-Snake will cause thunderbolts to strike enemies within an area of effect.

Rocket Punch: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Fu6Ot9IJKI]

The miniature camera-equipped hand can be released to run free and harm distant enemies. Snake can use it to simply punch people unconscious, or cause a small scale explosion. At that point, a new hand is wormhole-transported to replace the old one.

Support Weapons

Active Decoy

Disk-shaped deployable decoy. Once thrown, it can be deploy a humanoid diversionary balloon that also plays voice clips through a built-in speaker.

C-4

Radio-Detonated explosive device.

EMN-MINE

Electromagnetic Mine that can be used to disable vehicles and other electrical devices.

Stun Grenades
General issue flashbang grenades

Sleep Grenades
Grenades that disperses gas containing a high volume of of soporific agent, putting enemies to sleep

INT-SCOPE:
Variable-magnification binoculars for long-range recon and intel support. Equipped with a directional microphone feature, allowing for the user to listen to distant noises and conversations. The added analyzer feature can determine soldiers' and prisoners abilities and the category of any skills they possess. It also "marks" them, allowing Snake to know their position even when not actually visible.

iDroid

Hand-sized all-purpose support device. It provides Snake with a holographic map of the area, showing the position of marked enemies, general area mission objectives, and allows placement of waypoints and markers.

Other than the map, Snake can use the iDroid to manage Diamond Dogs resources, call in supply drops, including ammo, different weapons, uniform changes (mostly to change his camouflage to suit the enviromnemnt more). The iDroid can also be used to light up Snake's Phantom Cigar, or, finally, scan documents, transfer them amd/or store them for later use.

Night-Vision Goggles
In addition to boosting visible light, they can also detect and amplify objects in the near-infrared region, revealing all heat sources within the goggles' operational range.

Phantom Cigar
An e-cigar blended with a medicinal herb that speeds up the user's perception of time.

Cardboard Box
The ultimate sneaking accessory, used to evade sight and sneak into the most secure of enemy bases

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Backstory:

Big Boss, during Operation Snake Eater

Big Boss, the Legendary Soldier, was awarded his title for his distinctive service during Operation Snake Eater, during which he was sent alone into Soviet territory to take out the Cobras, an elite unit that served during WWII, and his former mentor, The Boss, the greatest soldier of the 20th Century, who had alledgely betrayed the US and detonated a nuclear bomb in Soviet soil.

Not all was as it seemed, however. The entire operation (including The Boss's supposed defection) was a ruse set up by his government, to avoid taking the blame for the nuclear attack, while covertly getting their hands on the Philosophers' Legacy (an immesurable amount of money collected by the highest powers in China, the Soviet Union, and the United States around the time of World War II). Big Boss, having been lied to and betrayed, lost sight of what he was fighting for, and with it, his patriotism for his country.

Some years later, Major Zero (Big Boss' commanding officer during Operation Snake Eater) extended an invitation to Big Boss to join him in the formation of a new organization known as "Cipher." This organization was to be set up in honor of The Boss's last wish. Big Boss, who knew her better than anyone else, was chosen by Zero to be an icon and hero to the world. Afterwards, Zero started spreading stories about Big Boss. Some of these tales were true, others were exaggerated, and the rest were outright lies. Big Boss expressed strong misgivings towards Zero's sometimes lopsided and unreasonable demands for control. As a result, Big Boss became sick of playing the role of a puppet.

Kazuhira Miller during Peace Walker

Afraid of losing Big Boss, Zero planned to finish up a secret project called Les Enfants Terribles wherein Big Boss's genes were extracted in order to make genetically enhanced soldiers. Big Boss would eventually find out about the project. This was the last straw between the two. Determined to oppose Zero and his plans, he left Cipher and the US, and drifted from country to country as a lone soldier. After meeting Kazuhira Miller in Colombia, Big Boss then established his own guerrilla group known as Militaires Sans Frontières (Soldiers Without Borders), or MSF for short, and recruited Miller as second in command.

Big Boss, during Peace Walker

As Big Boss and Miller were laying the foundations for MSF in Colombia, they were approached by a mysterious "Professor Galvez" and his student, Paz, with a proposition: an unknown armed force stationed themselves in various regions of Latin America, caliing themselves "Peace Sentinels". Galvez doubted their claim believing they were actually employed by the CIA, sent to destabilise the region, and wanted MSF to stop them.

At first refusing, Big Boss eventually agreed when Galvez showed him a recording in which the voice of The Boss could be heard. Big Boss accepted, taking Galvez's gift of an off-shore base and establishing it as the new Mother Base for the Militaires Sans Frontières, and started his infiltration of the so-called "Peace Sentinels".

As his infiltration continued, many a disturbing truth were revealed: The voice he heard was actually an AI based on the Boss' personality, named the Mammal Pod, incorporated into the Peace Walker unmanned weapon.

Peace Walker was an AI-controlled nuclear-armed bipedal tank, which Hot Coldman (the director the CIA, and one of the prime instigators of Operation Snake Eater) would use to maintain the policy of nuclear deterrence. However, Coldman believed that, in order to prove that it was a perfect deterrent, they should actually launch a nuclear weapon, to demonstrate its power to the world. Its target was to be Mother Base.

Paz Ortega Andrade

Holding Paz captive to stop potential MSF retaliation, Coldman prepared the launch of the missile. It was at that point that Galvez appeared, revealing that he was actually a Soviet spy named Zadornov, and that he had changed the nuke's trajectory towards Cuba, hoping that by framing America for the attack the USSR could gain the upper hand in Cold War.

Using the confusion caused by Zadornov to MSF's advantage, Miller lead a strike force to assist the boss, capturing Zadornov and rescuing Paz, but not before Zadornov shot Coldman, who activated Peace Walker and the launch sequence, as well as making it transmit false Soviet nuclear attack data at the Pentagon before bleeding to death.

Left with no other choice, Snake fought Peace Walker and damaged its movement systems, aswell as stopping the nuclear launch.

However, the transmit signal went on, and the US prepared for nuclear retaliation. As all hope seemed lost, the Boos AI sunk Peace Walker in a lake, choosing to drown herself than bring about nuclear oblivion.

Following the end of the Peace Walker incident, Big Boss commisioned the creation of Metal Gear ZEKE using parts salvaged from the AI weapons.

While ZEKE was nearing completion on Mother Base, Big Boss deduced there was a spy among the ranks of MSF. Zadornov managed to escape several times while Zeke was being built, and the man hinted as much after Big Boss shot him in self defense. Before they could think of what this could mean, Big Boss received word that ZEKE was hijacked, and rushed to confront the hijacker.

To their shock, MSF learned that the hijacker was Paz (who was actually Cipher agent Pacifica Ocean). The mission was planned by Cipher in order to get Big Boss to rejoin them. After he refused, Paz threatened to launch a nuke at the East Coast and frame the MSF. Big Boss defeated ZEKE and although Paz was seemingly killed, he suspected she survived.

Big Boss, circa 1975

Some time later, MSF received a letter from the IAEA requesting that they inspect Mother Base, allegedly due to their ordering nuclear fuel from Uzbekistan officials. Big Boss and Miller both realized that the IAEA had been manipulated by Cipher as a contigency plan due to Paz's failure. Though initially refusing, they eventually agreed to the inspection, since it would have been to suspicious otherwise.

To complicate matters further, MSF received information that showed that Paz did indeed survive, and was being held in Camp Omega, a maximum security American Black Site in Cuba. Afraid that Paz would reveal sensitive MSF information, Big Boss launched a one-person rescue operation on the day of the Mother Base inspection, successfully infiltrating Camp Omega and rescuing her via helicopter.

On the way back to Mother base, a scar was discovered on Paz's gut.pon seeing the scar, Big Boss ordered for a medic to come to her. Realizing from the scar that she was most likely rigged with a bomb by her captors, they were forced to operate on Paz immediately, not having any time for anesthetics due to the unexpected discovery. The bomb was removed successfully, and Boss received a message that the inspection was a success.

Things went awry, however, as the helicopter approached Mother Base. Mother Base came under attack by an unknown force, and though Big Boss made it and reunited with Miller, Mother Base was rigged with C4, and they had to escape as it collapsed. To make matters worse, Paz woke up, revealing that she had another bomb in her, and jumped out of the copper as it came off, causing damage and making the copper crash with an enemy one.

Awakening from a 9 year coma in a hospital in Cyprus missing an arm and having debris etched in head, Snake wasn't given a moment's respite, as it was soon attacked by the same unit that attacked Mother Base nine years in the past. Guided by the mysterious Ishmael, Snake made it out of the hospital and was safely extracted, being transported to Afghanistan, where Miller was being held by the Soviets.

Rescuing Miller, they returned to the newly constructed Mother Base, where Snake, now dubbed Venom Snake, took command of Diamond Dogs, the successor of MSF. With a new Mother Base as a base of operations and their loss nine years ago still fresh in their minds, Snake and Miller started their war on Cipher, not for some greater cause, but for revenge.

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Personality

Conflict is the one constant thing that encompasses Big Boss' personality. In his own words, it's the only thing that he's good at, and the only thing that makes him feel alive. Even so, he's known to show mercy and compassion to his enemies, and he's a father to his men, caring for them deeply. Though serious, he is known to crack the occasional snark or one-liner, which range from charismatic to cringe-worthy.

Though it's been years since Operation Snake Eater, The Boss' death still has an effect on him. He has a deep hatred for politicians, believing them as treating soldiers as expendable in order to further their own needs. The reason he created MSF was to give soldiers a home where they could be treated with respect and given the opportunity to fight for what they believe in. Aside from that, he wanted to use MSF and later Diamond Dogs to change the world according to The Boss' vision, or at least, as he interpreted it.

After the destruction of MSF and his return from coma, Snake has become vengeful, and though there still are lines that he dares not cross, he will stop at nothing in order to get his revenge from Cipher, something that he himself is aware of, and makes no excuses for.

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Skills/Powers

Infiltration Specialist
Snake's biggest forte is his ability to infiltrate enemy bases undetected, no matter how heavily fortified. He is patient, observant and methodical, and can use both the tools he has and the environment to his advantage. Also of note is his ability to think outside the box (hehe), able to come up with unorthodox ways of overcoming seemingly unpassable obstacles.

Close Combat Master
Snake is a master of Close Quarters Combat (CQC), a system of combined combat techniques which allow rapid alternation between armed and hand-to-hand combat while engaging enemy personnel, which co-developed with The Boss.

Extreme Endurance
Snake can take vast amounts of punishment and still keep on fighting. A prime example would be during his escape from Groznyj Grad, where, despite losing his eye and being beaten up and shot, he still managed to stealthily make his way out of a high security facility. Also, thanks to Boss' training, he's seemingly impossible to break during torture.

Flaws

Only Human
Despite his outstanding abilities, Snake still is only human, and is thus has to deal with the disadvantages that brings.

Depth Perception
Loss of an eye has made its impact on Big Boss, and as much as he might have trained to offset his loss, a savvy enough opponent could be able to exploit it.

Mental Trauma
A lifetime of warfare has had its toll on Big Boss. Along with growing depressed and withdrawn, he may suffer from hallucinations of varied severity

Big Boss. His reward for his greatest achievement. His reminder of his greatest shame.

The recruits put on their best faces, and saluted him with the best of their strength, [color=B54E16]"That's enough,"[/color] said Ocelot, [color=B54E16]"you have your training exercises to go through, and daylight's burning. Get on with it.[/color] He waited for them to put some distance between them, and turned to Big Boss, [color=B54E16]"Miller's waiting for us inside. Best not keep him waiting."[/color]

***

[color=B7A626]"Boss."[/color]

Kazuhira Miller. The man that had been with him since the start. The man that lost as much as him.

[color=B7A626]"There has been a significant breakthrough. It seems that jackal you brought in really tipped things around."[/color] and he motioned to one of the scientists, who took a step forward.

"It's what we call a wormhole recovery device," he said hesitantly, "what it basically does, is that it opens a hole through space-time, sucking the tagged person or object in, allowing instant transportation back to Mother Base. You, uh, won't have to worry about enemy soldiers shooting down the fulton balloons, and you'll also be able to extract people inside buildings"

[color=B7A626]"Boss, this could give you a tactical edge over our enemies. I suggest we have this wormhole device mass-"[/color]

[color=B54E16]"How safe is it?"[/color]

"W-What?"

[color=B54E16]"How do we know that it won't malfunction?"[/color]

"We've... run extensive tests, used it on empty and filled containers alike. We're fairly confident that it will work as planned."

[color=B7A626]"Why don't you try it for yourself, eh boss?"[/color] said Kaz, and handed him one of the devices, [color=B7A626]"Try using the WRD on that empty container. To use it, move close to the container and press the Extraction button."[/color]

A hole materialised above as he activated the device, and the container started being pulled up, sucked into it. "It's completely safe," said the scientist, "Only the extraction target gets pulled into-"

Suddenly, the wormhole started expanding, and Big Boss felt himself being pulled into it. Panicked voices reached his ears, wondering what happened, why it happened, urging him to get away. But he couldn't. Before he could even turn away he was lifted into the air, sucked into the hole.

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The Void Between

He didn't know where this was. but it felt like hell.

He felt his body being torn apart, yet at the same time remain whole. He felt as though he was falling, but he could feel ground bellow his feet. Colours, both vibrant and stale, danced, swirled, blended, twisted around him for as far as he could see. He couldn't move; even attempting to do so sent spikes up his mind, which by itself felt like it was melting.

There was no way out. A slow death was all that awaited him. A death he knew he deserved.

Except... something appeared on the horizon. In sharp contrast to the overwhelming variety of colours shifting all around him, this black dot remained as it were, only growing larger by the second. Soon enough, he could hear an engine roar and...

...Music?

The hotrod got closer and closer and as it passed a grey-ish hand reached out from its window and grabbed him by his scarf. [color=5B9C64]"Well, well, well, isn't this a surprise?"[/color] he got pulled closer to the window, saw a glimpse of a grin beneath a cowboy hat, [color=5B9C64]"You're not supposed to be here, ya know. The energies in this place could tear a regular man in half in a few seconds. In fact..."[/color] the driver turned to him, revealing a set of faintly glowing green eyes, [color=5B9C64]"I'm surprised you survived this long!"[/color] With an emphasised [color=5B9C64]"Heh!"[/color], the driver pulled him into the car and shoved him to the passenger seat [color=5B9C64]"You're lucky I'm in a merciful mood today. I'm on vacation, you see!"[/color]

The moment he was in the car the pain stopped, and in its place came terrible vistas of emptiness. He felt his consciousness drifting off, the world blackening, the last thing he heard before the darkness overtook him being:

[color=5B9C64]"After all, 'tis not often that I find Big Boss hitchhiking on a interuniversal highway."[/color]

Neuromancer · Dec 15, 2015

The Rising Dawn - Hangar

A grand metal engine rose roaring from the ground in the hangar, its great exhausts pumping out toxic black smoke, a huge human-shaped skull standing over what looked like a large garage gates. It opened, briliant light radiating from its opening, and from within emerged a black hotrod, speeding. The handbrake was pulled, and the car spun 180 degrees before stopping just short of the wall, parking perfectly.

A needless display, perhaps. But then again, he never was one for subtlety.

[color=5B9C64]"So, this is the place!"[/color] he said as he got out, stretching, [color=5B9C64]"I was expecting something more... opulent."[/color] In front of him, the gate he came from closed and receded back into the ground, as though it never had appeared to begin with. [color=5B9C64]"Now, let's see if there's anyone worth their salt around here."[/color] He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He could hear the music now, the all-encompassing melody of this universe, and concentrated. The melody broke into many individual pieces, and based on their volume he acertained how close they were.

He opened his eyes and smirked. He had to say, the melodies in this place ranged from abysmal to edgy teenager-tier cringeworthy, but there were some, a few, that sounded quite promising indeed. Grabbing a paper bag and carrying Big Boss over his shoulder, he ventured forth with a casual stroll. No need to hurry, after all, he was on vacation.

He had acertained the location of the good melodies, and moved towards them. Along the way he came about what seemed like a canteen, where all sorts of social rejects had gathered to talk about their mundane, meaningless struggles. [color=5B9C64]"Hey!"[/color] he said with a smirk and a casual wave and moved on. The interesting ones weren't that far away.

He entered what looked like a rather large library, massive bookcases filling the walls with myriads of books. He had found the individuals he was looking for, though they were unaware of his presence, preferring instead to focus on the other seemingly recent arrival. Putting Big Boss on a chair and placing the bag on a desk, he decided to circle around the bookshelves. Not out of interest, you understand, but because the current occupants of the room were possitively flipping the fuck out, and he wouldn't wanna ruin watching that unfold.

He took a look at various of myriads of volumes neatly placed on the bookshelves. From what he could tell, they all talked about many a different things, which made him wonder if there were any volumes with pictures in them, or maybe porno magazines. Gods knew, from what he saw of the crew, many of them would need them. He wondered if there was any badly written erotic fanfiction laying around, the kind that made best sellers out of hack writers these days.

[color=5B9C64]And here it is![/color]

On the northern wall, dusty leather volumes were placed, a stark contrast to the other tomes in the library. Grabbing one of them, he opened it at a random page and stared at the passage he was reading with an expression somewhere between shock, horror and amusement. This guy... really loved his pokemans, didn't he? Meanwhile, the chosen on Elmoy was finishing her explanation, and he felt that this was the best time for him to make his entrance.

[color=5B9C64]"Bravo! Bravo!"[/color] he said as he clapped loudly, letting out a big, cheeky grin and moving towards them, [color=5B9C64]"A most astute explanation! As expected of Emloy's chief apostle! Hello, Rory, long time no see. I see that Descension has done little to taint your [sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub]possibly jailbait-y[/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub] beauty![/color] He snickered, [color=5B9C64]"Must say, whoever constructed this place has some skewed priorities! The most impressive looking part of the whole ship is the library of all things! I mean..."[/color] he took the volume he was reading out of his pocket, dusted it, and tossed it behind him, [color=5B9C64]"Who even reads books anymore!"[/color]

[color=5B9C64]"Ah, but where are my manners!"[/color] He leaned towards the eye on Rory's chest, grinning and staring rather intimidatingly, [color=5B9C64]"Hello, name's Eddie...[/color]

Name: Eddie the Dead

Age: Too old to Rock'n'Roll, too young to die!

Race: Demi-God

Morality: Roll d9 for Alignment

Origin: The Wild Wastelands

Title(s): Ace of Spades, The Ghoully Bard, Demi-God for Hire, 1% Chance, Lord Rattlehead, Grand Herald of Lady Luck (and occasionally of other Dieties)

Broad, muscular and well known for his ...charming cheeky smile and faintly glowing eyes, Eddie is large for ghoul and even human standards, standing 210 cm tall, with long wavy hair. Once a ghoul, his ascend to Demi-Godhood has restored his looks, with the exception of his skin colour and aforementioned eyes.

Eddie dresses up like your typical metalhead. Leather dark black trenchcoat with illegible band patches faded from time and wear, spikes on shoulders and sleeves, fingerless gloves, hat, worn out jeans and battered boots.

: Manic, spontaneous and self-indulgent to the core, Eddie is as chaotic as they come. With a no-fucks-given attitude, there's only one thing that matters to him: Having a good time.

Though living with an inflated ego, his time under the employ of the Gods has humbled him a bit (emphasis on a bit), and he treats people with respect where it's due.

Music lover to the bone, he's never seen not listening to music or playing the guitar, and he has a tendency to search for songs fitting the occasion he's in.

As the Grand Herald of Lady Luck herself, Eddie, already fearsome enough on his own, has been granted a considerable amount of power:

Luck Manipulation: Eddie has the ability to influence the luck of individuals or groups, either ensuring that everything goes well for them, or making them have a bad time.

As "Luck" is common-speak for a wide array of many scientific fields, most of all causality, relativity and quantum physics, Eddie can thus influence reality itself. There are so many things that can potentially happen at any given time, and Eddie has, depending on how pleased Lady Luck is with him, complete or partial control of them. A few mundane examples:

-Oh, a big brute of a man tries to punch Eddie to show him who's boss? Too bad that it just so happens that he slips and falls on his face.

-Oh, a Priest calls down the will of the heavens on Eddie? How unfortunate that she stutters a word and the incantation fails

-A guy tries to throw eye lasers at him? Nuclear dust just so happens to fall on his eyes and closes it numb

It's basically like when you're playing XCOM, and all your squad has a 99% chance to hit the alien, but all miss. Not only does God play dice, the dice are loaded.

Soul Music: Imagine, if you will, the universe as a great, all encompassing melody. Everything is part of said melody, and Eddie can, by peering into people, find their part of it in the form of a song. Performing such a song gives Eddie the ability to copy the powers of the person the song is linked to, although if the power he's copying is exceedingly powerful, his copy of it won't be as potent.

Immortality: As Lady Luck's envoy, Eddie is granded contractual immortality. His wounds heal quickly, and if he's killed, he has more than enough favour with the right gods to come back again, brand new body and all.

Super Strength: Eddie has been blessed with super strength, allowing him to lift things that weight over half a ton with relative ease.

Rule of Three: Despite his immense power, Eddie is restricted by the Rule of Three: He may not use his powers on anyone that has not done bad by him or Lady Luck thrice. That being said, there are exceptions:

Eddie is allowed to use his powers in self-defence. That means actual self-defence, where his life is actually threatened. If not, the attack against him is treated as a strike in the Rule of Three.

Eddie may also bypass the Rule of Three if a God, or of a Demi-God higher in the hierarchy gives him permission.

Godly Bounds: God Giveth, God Taketh Away. The source of most of Eddie's powers come from Lady Luck herself, and she is a fickle mistress. Should Eddie displease her, it's more than likely that he'll end up powerless until her temper changes, and everyone knows how stubborn she can get when angered.

Electric Rattlesnake: Eddie's large electric guitar/axe/flamer, which he has built from scratch. Black in colour save for a bright red button, and heavily reinforced with metal plates, it was created in a mad flash of inspiration in his early days after the bombs fell. Its lower half features the eponymous axe-like edge, while the guitar head has the flamer nozzle and igniter.

The more the Rattlesnake is played, the greater its power and potency. The axehead becomes electrocuted, and the flames reach out further and burn brighter.

THE PICK: THE PICK is a guitar pick (duh) that looks like a demon's head, and emits an eerie green glow. Of all the things in his possession, THE PICK is the oldest and most prized.

Lady Luck's Dice: Lady Luck's boon upon Eddie, a set of eight 8-sided dice. When rolled, depending on the roll, an effect happens based on the result.

Each of the eight numbers in a roll is considered unique - the result of the roll is determined not by the total number rolled, but by the combination of numbers rolled by each die. Think of the result of a theoretical roll as being "65274318", for instance, not "36". Note that the order the dice land is important- 18888888 produces a different result than 88888881. In total, there are 16,777,216 possible permutations of rolled values, and Eddie knows them all.

Warpup: Eddie's hot rod. Magically imbued, it's his main means of trasportation, and it can fly, aswell as traverse the barriers between the universes, effectively allowing Eddie to be a multiuniversal traveller

The European Commonwealth was quite the shit place to live. It had some cool things going on about it, like being the birthplace or Hard Rock and Heavy Metal, but by the time that the man that would later be known as Eddie the Dead was born, it had all gone to hell.

The European Commonwealth-Middle East War had just ended, and another war was brewing on the horizon, one that, as history proved, broke the once united continent into (even more) a festering hellhole of warring nationstates.

Thank fuck he got the hell out of dodge when he did, right?

Arriving in the USA the day before the European Civil War broke out, that man had little going on for him, except his luck. It was due to luck that he wasn't caught by the authorities and deported, and luck that, one night as he wandered around DC's streets, he run into a car crash, saving the car's owner before the car exploded, who turned out to be a wealthy business man. As reward, the businessman gave him work as a mechanic, and he made a comfortable enough living, honing his craft.

That is, until the sirens went out.

The Great War was about to start, and he would never be admitted into a Vault. And so, in a desperate attempt to survive, he hid in a refrigerator. Said refrigerator was sent flying when the bombs fell, and violently crashed after flying for about 15 minutes. No one could survive that.

No one unlucky, that is.

Though having broken a great deal of his bones, arms and legs included, he had survived, and the fridge served as a microwave oven, except for radiation rather than heat. Being subjected to such large amounts of it in such a little while rapidly changed him into a ghoul.

His ghoulification brought with it accelerated regenerative abilities, and, showered as he was with radiation, injuries that would have taken a month to heal took but a week.

And so, from within the fridge he emerged, surrounded by the ruins and abandoned buildings. He wandered for a while in the ruins, slowly coming to terms with the destruction he had survived, and the changes that had been occuring in his body. It was then that he found a mirror, and gazed how he had changed. Anyone going through something like that would understandably have a breakdown, suffer from disbelief, depression...

But he laughed. He laughed loudly and wholeheartedly. He laughed until he run out of breath, and then laughed some more. It was at that point that the man he once were died, and in his place the ghoul that would be known as Eddie the Dead was born.

After over 200 years terrorising the wastes, there came a time that Eddie too, met his match. Though he doesn't talk about it in detail, what is known is that it included 15 Super Mutant Behemoths, enough mini nukes to make Hiroshima and Nagasaki seem tame, enough molotovs to give Vietnam flashbacks to vets ten times over, and enough bullets to cause a shortage for decades to come.

But, death wasn't the end for the Ghoully Bard. Lady Luck appeared before his disembodied spirit and, after telling him how much he amused her over the years of his wandering, and offered him ascension to Demi-Godhood. Eddie of course accepted, and has been space trunkin' ever since, having fun while doing jobs Gods all around give him.

[color=5B9C64]"But you can call me Eddie. I dunno, I'm feeling magnanimous today. Must be because I'm on vacation."[/color]

And finally, he turned to Sloth,

[color=5B9C64]"My lord! It's a pleasure to meet you!"[/color] he did a mock bow and salute, [color=5B9C64]"My Lady is rather annoyed with you, from what I hear. You haven't answered her poker invitations for over half a millenia!"[/color]

Kalastryn · Dec 15, 2015

Rising Dawn: Kalastryn's room: Kalastryn

Evidently ARES thought it fitting to let sleeping Devils lie. It was about Noon when Kala finally woke with a yawn, I suppose you could say pleasantly surprised for a change that the intercom didn't do the honors of being an impromptu alarm clock with a mission statement. Getting out of bed and walking over to her desk, there were now two finished books on it, one with a note attached. "While I have no idea what I was just looking at, having a computer for a brain did eliminate any errors in simply copying the contents of... whatever language that is."

Well now... I guess that works out for all involved then. I could use a cup of coffee...
You know before that, I'd ask if it's possible to overdose on caffeine. How many cups did you have before you caved in trying to write that yourself last night? 8? 11? I lost count when you did... you didn't count long.
...Either way, breakfast wouldn't be bad.
I'd like to reiterate how much of a point ARES had last night. People typically have breakfast in the morning. It is no longer "morning."
UGH... I get it, I get it... can I at least wake up before we start our Freudian subconscious bickering!?
Heh, sure. No problem there sleeping beauty.

After that unspoken spat was over with, Kalastryn got dressed in a new set of robes and took both spell books from her desk, making her way for the canteen.

Rising Dawn: Medical: ARES 35, Violet, Elise, Ruby, Squad "Kappa Delta Frat"

In ARES' perspective, one really does become accustomed to a hectic schedule. Back when they were "working for" (property of) the Accord? More than a few units could be forgiven for having forgotten that "sleep mode" existed. The transition to the Rising Dawn under Kazuya's fists was easy by comparison, since at very least even with staying up the whole night to fix the hangar (thanks to a maniacal man of "science") it wasn't as if they really even needed to rest. So when for a change orders weren't being barked in both ears? Something felt... off. It was about at 7:30 AM when they finished the spellbook to their satisfaction, but at the same time only a few minutes afterwards when they realized that... it was 7:30 AM and they hadn't apparently arrived at wherever their destination was yet. ARES did not know what, nor did they know why but it seemed wrong.

So fast forward to the current time where it was currently about 12:00 noon, and they had naturally heard about Violet shooting Kazuya last night and having command over the ship for the time being... which they figured would explain their relaxed pace. Still however, ARES needed to see it for themselves, and headed for Medical in their Biotech gear. Now it would seem however, that Violet was probably someone that many people would love to have as a boss that wouldn't shove his fist down your throat to make you work... but evidently, that didn't help with leading strategy. Blending into the background as Elise, Violet, Ruby, and the Squad of jokers who thought slipping a live smoke bomb onto his personage was a good idea in a medical environment, they did at least quip once to the lot of them.

"You know, the girl has a point. She does not strike me as a medical professional, but simultaneously the number of sterile working tools you've compromised with that stunt is going to delay the recovery of several patients. If you were unsatisfied with Dr. Violet, a more intelligent course of action would have been to keep such antics to yourself, or at very least have done so in a manner where it would not have potentially delayed Mr. Mishima's recovery. After all if anyone should be displeased with the good Dr. it would be him." She says in a rather flat tone of voice, though if anyone would get the insinuation that Kazuya's recovery would likely herald Violet's DEATH it would probably be the other
G-corp employees.

Texas Joker 52 · Dec 16, 2015

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When Rory motioned to a nearby chair, Sloth gave her a small, grateful smile and made his way over to sit down. He didn't plan on standing around any more than he absolutely had to, so he was glad to rest a little as he lowered himself into the chair. It groaned slightly under his weight, but it seemed to hold up without much buckling.

"Before my re-emergence in the Mortal Realm, I had ascended and become the Goddess of Love for my world, a place that the people of this world had taken to calling the Special Region..."

She went on to explain just how she had fallen from her godhood, and his role in that fall. As far as he was concerned, it was all news to him, but he forced himself to stay awake as she explained what was going on. Unlike with Pride, he was instrumental in Rory's problems, at least to a point, so he owed her that much.

As it turned out, the newly-ascended Goddess of Love had made a foolhardy bet, drunk on the liquor made for deities: That she could make anyone there fall in love. And since the Vices had been hosting that particular mixer, Sloth had been an easy target. Naturally, he wasn't one to socialize any more than was absolutely necessary. In fact, he barely remembered that party, though he did have vague flashes of a stack of party hats on his head along with a few of the stronger gods using him as a living puppet for jokes, and he found out after it was all over that one of the trickster gods had applied liberal amounts of gaudy make-up to his face while he slept.

He felt a slight stab of guilt at the fact that no one had managed to wake him up, and ultimately, he ended up causing Rory to go back to being a Demi-Goddess who had to go back to representing her old patron deity. What he didn't feel was the shifting of the airship underneath him, as if something incredibly heavy had tilted it somewhat. So when she finished, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"'m sorry about that, Rory. I didn't mean to mess that up for you. Not a lot of people know how to wake me up, and besides..." he said, frowning a little in thought, "I'm not exactly sure I'm really capable of love t'be honest. Don't you need a soul for that? I don't have a soul."

The way he spoke made it clear that he wasn't overly-concerned about the subject of love, or the fact that he was essentially a soulless being. To him, it was merely a statement of fact.

"So, Sloth. What is this about a mission that you've been given?"

The Vice opened his mouth to reply, but the sudden applause nearby and a grinning figure stopped him, and he glanced over at the trenchcoat-clad man that approached them.

"[color=5B9C64]Bravo! Bravo! A most astute explanation! As expected of Emloy's chief apostle! Hello, Rory, long time no see. I see that Descension has done little to taint your [sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub]possibly jailbait-y[/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub] beauty![/color]"

The man looked rather like a well-preserved corpse that walked and talked. In fact, he looked like the lead for one of the Metal bands that Wrath was really into. As Sloth looked him over with mild interest, the newcomer glanced around the library with amusement and wondered aloud who still read actual, physical books. Then he grinned menacingly at Rory and finally introduced himself.

"[color=5B9C64]Ah, but where are my manners! Hello, name's Eddie... Eddie the Dead! But you can call me Eddie. I dunno, I'm feeling magnanimous today. Must be because I'm on vacation.[/color]"

Eddie turned to look over at Sloth and gave an ironic bow and salute. The corner of the Vice's mouth couldn't help but quirk up a little and a quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"[color=5B9C64]My lord! It's a pleasure to meet you! My Lady is rather annoyed with you, from what I hear. You haven't answered her poker invitations for over half a millennia![/color]"

He was about to wave off calling him 'Lord', since he wasn't lord of anything, when Eddie made mention of a Lady. The way he said that made it clear that that was a proper title, and he had to wrack his brain to figure out who he was referring to. If she had invited him to a card game half-a-millennia-ago, she had to be one of the older deities. But who would invite him to a poker game...

When it finally struck him, he laughed softly and his smile was surprisingly charming.

"Oh, you must be talking about Lady Luck! I'm a bit better with the names of other anthropomorphic-personifi-thingys like myself. More time to get to know one-another when you've been around that long, after all." he said.

Forcing himself to his feet with a soft groan, he walked over.

"You'll have to forgive me though, I don't really accept invitations to games or parties, really. I hope she'll understand." Sloth apologized with a light shrug before turning back to Rory.

"As for my mission, a lot of powerful people from a bunch of different worlds are all gathering in one place, so I got sent here to make sure nothing too big and bad ends up happening. Apparently, I'll know what I need to do when I need to do it." he said with lighthearted cheer.

Glancing behind Eddie at another new form, this time of a man with an eyepatch and prosthetic arm slumped in another chair. Lifting a hand to point at them, he asked, "So, who's that? Friend of yours, or was he here the whole time and I didn't notice?"

Generic NPC 22 · Dec 16, 2015

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It was already turning out to be a rather typical morning aboard the Airship that had been christened The Rising Dawn. According to the event logs that Katya would later peruse, there had already been a number of anomalous events that had taken place prior to Katya even getting her breakfast. Between an unidentified object having hit and carved a human sized hole in the Airship's rigid hull, a number of smoke detectors having been set off inside the Medical Bay, a gigantic gate appearing in the vessel's Hanger and causing it to list to one side before the gyroscopes could compensate for the added weight and the sudden and mysterious appearance of a woman in the middle of the Canteen, no one could say that these events were anything out of the ordinary. This was especially true if one considered the sudden arrival of two demi-gods and one incarnation of vice aboard the Dawn and the fact that the Prince of Lies was the acting bartender in the Canteen.

The Designated Geek Girl aboard the Airship didn't exactly have what one might call a long attention span. While First Lieutenant Selmy and Ryan spoke, Katya's eyes were firmly locked onto the screen of her mobile phone. Having logged into the Airship's network using its wifi, Katya wormed her way into the ship's security system and had started perusing the feeds from various security cameras stopping when she found an rather strange scene taking place between a pink haired Lamia and a blonde woman... in an over sized bathtub of all places.

Security Feed - Volume Setting Low said:
"Could you not bounce Miia? Your cleavage is distracting ..."

If there was some way to verbalize the "O.O" emoji, Katya's sputtering would have been a rather heroic attempt. Using a pinching motion on the mobile device's touch screen, the overly hormone addled teenager zoomed in on a particular bouncy part of the screen. While the girl's hormones went on a rampage, part of the young woman's more logical self attempted to question why a Lamia would be as endowed as Miaa was. If, as the security camera's thermal sensors indicated, Miia was cold blooded and reptilian, it would have lead Katya to think that she laid eggs just like any other reptilian in the animal kingdom. Unlike mammals, reptiles did feed their young using mammary glands making the presence of Miaa's breasts superfluous... not that the Hormonal Hacker was complaining.

"[small]She... she's pretty,[/small]"

The First Lieutenant's low and stuttering voice caused the Peeping Tina to jump slightly, thinking that she'd been caught spying on the two women bathing together. Opening her mouth to defend herself against the perceived allegations against her, she noticed the Dolores was not looking at Katya's phone but rather in the direction of a woman that had suddenly appeared in the middle of the Canteen. If Katya's eyes were to be believed, someone had dropped this blonde, perky titted woman in little more than a black wrap right in the middle of the Canteen where many men (and women in the case of Selmy) who had been without the smell or touch of a woman for many, many moons congregated. As if adding fuel to the sexual inferno building up in the loins of many of the crew members, the woman identified herself as Dream.

"[color=CC8899]Such as stripper's name...[/color]" Katya muttered loudly as Ryan started talking to her. Despite the fact the Orange Masked Luchador appeared to be having issues compensating for the sudden appearance of so many people in the Canteen at the same time, Katya was rather thankful that any attention that she had been receiving was being focused on someone else. Whether it was luck or divine intervention, the man in the Orange Mask was saved the attention of yet another crew member when a rather hung over looking Rugal intercepted the woman and started talking to her.

"[color=CC8899](Doesn't he have a girlfriend or something?)[/color]" The Hacker Heroine wondered internally as she watched the ship's Captain put the moves on the newest of the crew members that would serve under him. Hopefully he wouldn't show her what a Airship Steamroller was, especially if this particular Airship had a poop deck.

"[color=CC8899]God... do I look as much like Chiseled Spam as Rugal does when I'm hung over?[/color]" The Unebriated Browser of the Darkweb asked rhetorically as yet another person made their appearance at her table. Like a cloud of teenage angst swaddled in dark clothing with a set of dark wings to match, Icarus made his unwelcome presence known.

"Umm excuse me I hope you don't find me rude but I seemed to notice you have an unusual aura about you. My name is Icarus and I have a weird sense for these things."

Listening in on the conversation between both Uchihas, the Rising Dawn's Resident Drama Queen felt a sudden rush of concern as the sudden friendliness that the Orange Masked Man had switched to something else entirely... woe, sadness, gloom. As she continued to listen in on the exchange, she couldn't help but suddenly a bit annoyed at the black winged demi-human sitting next to her. While part of it could have been attributed to the tonal shift in the conversation from light and rather cute, given Selmy's reaction to Ryan, to one that appeared desperate in its need for answers, the majority of Katya's annoyance was the fact that she suddenly felt trapped at a table with too many people seated at it.

Given that the Darkly Dressed on of Dillon was the last one in it was only logical that he would be the first one out. Summoning a wad of Nano-Agents in the palm of her hand, which she held hidden under the table. Linking with the swarm, Katya willed the swarm to defuse into an imperceptible mist that made its way into one of the Demi-Human's pockets. Upon confirmation that her command had been completed, the Hacker willed them into a form... small and rectangular with a rather large looking screen... the object started looking like the images that Katya found of Icarus' mobile hardware. Using the same technique that she had with Ryan's mobile phone, the nearly twenty year old troll forwarded the captured security cam footage to the newly created mobile device in Icarus' pocket.

Security Feed on Newly Created Phone - Volume MAX said:
[color=BA0025]"I'D KILL HIM IF HE TRIED SLEEPING WITH ANYONE BESIDES ME!!"[/color] Miia voice shouted [color=BA0025]"I, I mean ... he hasn't touched any of us in that way. Funny, we're the ones that try to seduce Darling and yet he doesn't give in, ever. He cares for us too much to go in for the kill, because- well, he doesn't want to end up crushing our hearts. If Darling chooses someone, the rest of us will become heart broken... so, that's probably why Darling is resisting with all of his will power."[/color]

"[color=CC8899]Wh...what the hell is that?[/color]" Katya demanded loudly and in faked horror as she stared at Icarus.

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Were it not for the fact that they were on the Rising Dawn, one could have mistaken the congregation of Demi-Gods... and incarnations as an attempt to Unionize, something the Oracle to the God of Labor had been attempting to do since being chosen. Of course, none of the Gods' earthly representatives had ever given Unionization any thought considering the once a year gathering of the Gods and Demi-Gods was enough congregation for most.

The newest of Demi-Gods to arrive was not an unfamiliar one to Rory Mercury. Eddie, Lady Luck's earthly representative, was also a mercenary for the Gods. The Former Goddess of Love, falling back on her time as the Oracle for the God of War and Death, had used his services once to destroy a kingdom that had offended her as her own Oracle was unsuited for the task.

In the Special Region, there had been two kingdoms friendly with one another. Prince Heseus, acting as a representative for the Kingdom of Trey, was visiting the Kingdom of Descar'ta when he met their Queen, Thelen. Smitten with love, he prayed to Rory for the love of this woman. Needless to say, Rory was moved by the man's words and granted him his wish. And so it was that Heseus was able to smuggle Thelen back to the Kingdom of Trey.

Finding out that his Queen had been stolen by the visiting Prince, the King of Descar'ta sent an armada of ships onto the shores of Trey. After a needlessly bloody war, the Kingdom of Trey was destroyed, the Prince was hung and his Princess, the former Queen was made a slave to the men she had once ruled.

Angered by this, the then Goddess of Love, enlisted the assistance of Eddie, who fell upon the Descar'tans like a heavy metal nuclear bomb, killing all who stood in his way before freeing the enslaved former Queen, that the entire Kingdom was destroyed during the rescue mission was of little consequence. It was the sort of tale that epic ballads were made of. It was the sort of tale that could only be told with earth shaking music and pyrotechnics.

"Eddie! Strange seeing you here after all these years. Still a disciple to Lady Luck, I see? I think you missed your calling when I vacated my position with Emloy and became the Goddess of Love." The Loli said cheerfully after she'd been greeted by the Oracle of Lady Luck, " Still I should thank Emloy that he never offered you the position. Given the amount of Descar'tan souls you fed Emloy, he'd have never let you vacate the position. I should be thanking Lady Luck that she got you first."

There was a small amount of sadness in the voice of the Demi-God of Death. After all, she'd been able to witness love blossom within the chests of men and women. She'd seen the love nurtured to fruition between a man and a neko once and found the taste of it as exquisite as an exotic fruit. Rory Mercury had little regrets in her long life but the bet that landed her where she was now was one of those few. Still, she had no one to blame but her own pride.

"As for my mission, a lot of powerful people from a bunch of different worlds are all gathering in one place, so I got sent here to make sure nothing too big and bad ends up happening. Apparently, I'll know what I need to do when I need to do it." Sloth said with an uncharacteristic amount of cheer.

"That's an understatement. With just the three of us in this room, we could topple any kingdom in the blink of an eye, not that I'm inclined to. War doesn't make fertile soil for love." Rory said as she reverted back to her previous mindset as Goddess of Love before catching herself and blushing deeply. Catching herself, the slightly embarrassed Demi-Goddess eyed Big Boss' slumbering form when the Vice King inquired about him, "He's called Big Boss. He's been one of biggest contributors of Souls to Emloy in his world."

The Demi-Goddess didn't elaborate on Big Boss' history. It would have been rude to do so without the man being awake. Instead, the Demi-Goddess coaxed Naamah out from around her body.

"Naamah, This is Eddie, the representative of Lady Luck. Eddie, this is Naamah, this Airship's historical and record keeper," The Death Dealing Demi-Goddess said as she indicated the small green flecked amorphous blob that clung to her body, "So Eddie, strange that your patron would have allowed you to go on vacation and that you chose this place of all the places in existence to visit for your vacation. Strange that the Vices would take an interest in stopping something bad from happening. Is there something brewing that I'm unaware of? Don't tell me Hardy is up to something to alleviate her boredom once again..."

This might have sounded like pure paranoia to those unacquainted with the Gods but the last time Hardy was bored, she'd opened the Arnus Gate and connected Rory's Realm with the Earthly Realm. The event had proven itself nearly catastrophic to the people of the Special Region and had only been narrowly avoided by the intervention of the JSDF and the closure of the Gate.

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It shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone that Ruby retreated behind the leg of ARES after being greeted by the Spider Queen, Elise. There were few things that struck fear into the hearts of a young child as much a spider did and when faced with one as large as Elise, it was might have caused a slight over reaction on Ruby's part. There it was, however, Ruby hid behind the one person that she recognized from the previous night, Ares being one of two people that had helped her when the Overly Large Oklahoman had decided to pick on the young nine year old girl. If the reaction wasn't dramatic enough, an web of bright pink ribbons materialized from the ethers, forming a web like wall between ARES and Elise.

"(KILL IT! KILL IT!)" Ruby's mind screamed loudly with her eyes closed and face buried into the side of ARES' leg. No matter how kind Elise's words had been, the scared young girl would hear none of it from a gross and icky spider that would bite her in the side of the face and lay eggs there.

Except... in the case of where Elise had complimented Ruby on her most favoritest dress in the world.

"You may call me Elise, dear. I know we've just met, but my oh my ... that outfit of yours. It's, flamboyant that honeys my eyes and speaks to me. Tell me, where did you get such a cute outfit from?" The Gross Icky Spider Lady said in a disarmingly friendly manner.

Peeking around her savior's leg, the young girl's freckled cheeks colored at the compliment that had been paid to her dress. Was this Grossening Bug Queen trying to lull the young child into a false sense of security before webbing her up and sucking the juices out of her?

"My mommy had it made for me... it's made of Spider's Silk she said." The Young Ruby Babbage-Lovelace said remembering that it was a spider like Elise that had provided the silk thread of silk that made the dress. It could have even been Elise that had provided the silk that made the dress. The curious little girl hesitantly loosened her grip from around ARES' waist and stood at the woman's side, keeping the barrier of invulnerable ribbons between her and Elise. Holding the dress out, Ruby cautiously displayed it for the Kinda Neat but Still Really Gross Spider Woman.

Had it been a far simpler time, circa Gone with the Wind, such a dress might have been considered a plain as the multitude of bows attached to the outfit could only be found around the bottom skirt portion. Whomever had created the dress had taken great pains to ensure that no seam was out of place and not a loose stitch existed on the garment. While such an outfit appeared rather fragile, spider's silk is one of the most resilient materials on the planet. It was such a strong material that, when turned into cloth, had greater stopping power than even kevlar.

As the young girl showed off her dress to the nice Spider Lady, she let the ribbon partition that had separated them disperse to that Elise could get a better view of Ruby's most favoritest dress ever.

"D... do you like it?" Ruby asked nervously, her body tensed to hide behind ARES once again should Elise have moved any closer.

NotYetForsaken · Dec 17, 2015

Eternal Labyrinth
Location: Canteen | Rising Dawn
Man's folly is his lust for independence.

Captain Donnell

My father was an eccentric linguist. He always told me one thing, Ajarsorna i katto i s'hem'em[footnote]This is an actual constructed language - not just foreign sounding gibberish this time. WIP though.[/footnote], in some language only he knew. Whether or not that was a real dead tongue or one of his own invention did not matter to me. Those words stuck close to my heart from my first words to my last. Ajarsorna i katto i s'hem'em. Mankind's greatest sin is his desire for independence. English was not so elegant a language - he would always say. Yet, that guttural Germanic tongue was the only one I knew.

I yem kallo i katte. That is until now. First Lieutenant Selmy knew something interesting, though her literature was very scarce, there existed one piece of documentation that described her. It was a psych analysis she took when she was interviewing for the Rising Dawn. It said upon that paper and it was written in such intensity that the words seemed to be engraved upon the sheet, Ajarsorna i katto i s'heym'em. A script and language only my late father knew, a script and language that only existed in his most esoteric and private writings. That phrase stirred something inside me, an old memory I never knew I had.

I had to laugh. Who is this girl really, this Dolores Selmy? Why does she speak this draconian tongue? I a heen'ne.

That girl Dolores was right now awestruck by one of the new 'heroes,' an ironic name in my opinion. She stood up and retreated behind Rostikova.

I couldn't help but scoff now as many of the men turned in blind lust to the newcomer - codename Dream. Personally I never felt that type of look from any reasonable man - those who were interested in my body were mostly either pedophiles or perverts, at times both - I couldn't say I wasn't jealous. Selmy though, she made my jealousy seem like ambivalence. Green eye'd monster indeed.

Her hands were unconsciously placed against her own chest as if to telegraph her own submissive inferiority. She had ducked her head so that her eyes looked especially large. I would not have been surprised if she had learned that pose from an animation of some sort. It was an unnaturally choreographed pose that had to have been as uncomfortable as it was emphatic.

"Ah..." she said. Then she ducked her head into the nape of Rostikova's neck. She was awfully chummy with the hero suddenly. They had known each other with mild intimacy for all of fifteen minutes. I suppose that meant either Selmy was a deeply friendly child or that her sexual anxiety was strong enough to overcome all facets of her reason. Then Selmy's face flushed even redder, this time in both embarrassment and rage. "Ah! Ah! Katya... why does that lamia have such... large... wha..." In a sudden she had lost all composure and collapsed over Rostikova. "What the hell! How... is there something in the water where they're from!?"

I put a pen to paper of the event. Suffers from major breast envy. The simplistic innocence of this girl was absolutely astounding.

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Misunderstood Intentions
Location: Naamah's Archive | Library | Rising Dawn
Both vice and virtue make poor companions.

Carefree Daughter

Naamah simmered. Literally. Her synthetic flesh seemed to be at a low boil. "They are quite well-mannered for what they are," Naamah said to Rory. "Pleased to your acquaintance make, Eddie and Sloth." She refrained from adding the usual "master" honorific to their names for she was still unsure of their standing with the crew.

Rory could feel how tense Naamah was through her skin. Something about the situation was unsettling her.

All of these powerful people gathering in one place. Here to stop anything that happens.

Naamah was unhappy although she could not fully understand the source of her displeasure. If she had enough compassion Naamah might have mentioned something about high-level entities stressing the Observational balance and quantum stability of the immediate location. If she had enough compassion Naamah might have also mentioned something big that was going to happen. Naamah did not say any of the things she knew aloud lest her "older brother" bring his wrath down upon these innocent individuals. It was somewhere in this convoluted logic string that Naamah was displeased.

The root of it was undeniably simple.

The prime unit did not, even in a million cycles, ever plan for new Observers to appear. She ought to have been happy, but Naamah was not happy.

Silence · Dec 17, 2015

Many people, especially some of the attendees, would have been glad if the attention they got from falling out of a portal, being stared at by males and females alike, would not last for long. Dream was, however, not ?many people?. Dream liked attention. And Dream did not like when someone took the attention away from her. But we should not get ahead of things.

Still, many people made it hard to concentrate on one particular person for telepathy. So Diana worked with what she got, looking over the crew. First, a girl with a face red from envy. Diana knew the reaction well, though this did take it kind of to the extreme. Understanding her muttering something like ?pretty?, Diana smiled at her, appreciating her.

The first one to greet her was some kind of average looking ninja guy with weird eyes. "Um, welcome Dream. As of now it's evening, and ... wait what was that about being brought here against your will?"
Good thing she had already continued with talking, otherwise she would have to tell him how rude it was to ask about a thing she specifically stated she did not wish to talk about. He certainly seemed very interested in her, but not only in the obvious way. He seemed quite suspicious of her. Tapping into his mind, she got fragments of his thoughts: Character sheet ... Does he have access to Nova files? I very much hope not. I need to keep an eye on him, though. Should I ?speak? to him? ...

[color=CC8899]?Such as stripper's name... ?[/color] A girl with ruby red hair chimed in. Giving a short glance to her, Dream wondered if she should ask her if she had experience in such things, or if she was interested in Dream teaching her some exotic dances. Could certainly not hurt to introduce her to the industry. She decided to come back to it, later.
For now, she had to read ninja guy's mind.

(ಠ_&#3232 Okay seriously? Just going to, lick your finger right in front of us like some sort of harem anime. Alrighty ... This made her chuckle in her mind, slightly. How fast his thoughts had gone to harem anime! Would she need to change her lower legs into some kind of tail to get his attention? Maybe spider legs? ? who does think in emoticons, anyways?

She was about to wait for his response to her actual question, when another, a blonde and muscular man showed up. Even though he looked quite tired and exhausted, and did not speak with much enthusiasm, he still was pretty much the most polite of the bunch.
"If you stay around here long enough, then sudden appearances will quickly be the least of your concerns... My name is Rugal. I'm the closest thing to a captain around here. Welcome to the Rising Dawn."
?Thank you very much.? Diana answered, being polite enough, but occasionally glancing to the others. ?If you haven't heard, my name is Dream. Nice to meet you, Rugal. So ? this place is called the Rising Dawn. What do you mean ?the closest thing to a captain?? Is there no specific order of precedence? And do all people here have some kind of job, or is it some kind of luxus liner??
It might be good to read his mind as well, though I don't know, a captain might have some kind of shield.
?Actually, do you mind explaining to me what is frowned upon, here??

The envious woman meanwhile had placed herself behind the girl who was apparently watching some kind of porn on her tablet. I really should get to know these two girls. Don't seem too prude. Who knows ? but first, I need to wait for answers, learn about this place, and observe ninja guy.

Ninja guy however was not interested in her anymore. Instead, some kind of black angel guy appeared, both seemingly interested in one another. And not Dream. They certainly could have waited to show each other their affection until after my introduction. she thought, looking at what apparently was the ?strange trait? in people on the Rising Dawn ? a simple eye change.

Ninja guy even offered the Icarus angel guy a chair. How very rude towards Diana. Still, she did not chime in the conversation, instead standing there, listening halfheartedly, not understanding any of the chinese words, while looking over the attendant people, maybe speaking more with Rugal.

Ninja guy was called Ryan, and apparently was very impressed by the eye thing. So, not caring if he saw it or not, Diana did two things: Shortly change her eyes red, imitating what she had seen Icarus do ? and search ninja guy's mind for the answer to: What do you fear most, Ryan?

Orinon · Dec 18, 2015

[HEADING=2]The Rising Dawn Adventures[/HEADING]Rising Dawn: Canteen: Ryan, Icarus, Selena, Danny Boy, Rugal, Katya, Dolores, Dream, Big Boss, Eddie

"You had my attention, but now you have my curiosity Icarus. S-sit down please." The man pulled up a chair for Icarus to sit which he took he noticed the rather unusual older girl, Icarus was pretty sure the girls Name was Katya, whom was more focused on her phone then anyone around her, he didn't know how anyone could be so entranced in a piece of metal and plastic, he almost never had to charge his Handheld device, as he rarely used it.

Ryan was adjusting his cloak while asking Icarus directly, "First off, please tell me of your origins and how you came to have the traits required to use the Sharigan. Even if they aren't your own, like mine for example ... you would need a body capable of activating them without going blind. I must know this, please, whenever you are ready to tell me. Icarus was it? Well allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ryan Wheatley, and I am an Author who went through alteration after alteration to achieve my standards now ... being an Uchiha."

The Keyboard warrior suddenly began spuuterring and she appeared to have a nose bleed, Some people have no self control

Icarus " The reason I have the ability to use the Sharigan to begin with is because my mother was a powerful Uchiha, she mastered the skill of Amaterasu, and Use of the Susanoo. Having that I also grew up in a much harsher environment then this place, I used to live in a place known as the void it;s not a forgiving place for the living but my mother and father tamed the land, when me and my sister became of age they trained us, M<y mother awakened My sister's Sharingan then mine. From then I was expected to train every day, to understand my powers, and how to properly use them, then something unexpected happened. A Monstrosity with a power I had never even imagined appeared it was so powerful, that despite my fathers efforts he- he sacrificed himself to destroy the grief and pain, something inside me snapped. my mother told me My Sharigan had fully awakened. IO spent the next four years under intense training blindfolded, I was ordered to NEVER use my Sharigan, unless in an absolute emergency. For the most part I have kept my promise only rarely activating it, Though I feel like whenever I slip and use the most of my powers, I feel like I'm slowly descending into a darker side...." he shook his head.

That's when he felt an odd sensation as if a lump was forming in his pocket he also noticed Katya's hand was suspiciously under the table as if hiding something, no on stares at their crotch and smiles. Pulling the lump out just as it formed an almost exact replica of his dual screen handheld, and upon opening it it awakened from a 'sleep mode' Icarus then saw a security feed showing...[color=BA0025]"I'D KILL HIM IF HE TRIED SLEEPING WITH ANYONE BESIDES ME!!"[/color] Miia's voice shouted
Icarus slammed the thing shut, canceling the noise, The The young Teenager could feel hot blood trickling from his nostrils Karma Serves me right I suppose

"[color=CC8899]Wh...what the hell is that?[/color]" Katya demanded loudly and in faked horror as she stared at Icarus.
Pinching his nose to stop the bleeding, Icarus turned the face his accuser.
"Good Question This thing appeared in my pocket, it looks exactly like mine but it's in the wrong pocket, I always keep mine in here" he said opening his tunic to reveal an inner breast pocket, snuggled inside was the real Handheld "Otherwise the thing kinda annoys me and gets in the way. And mine's clearly right here, and I can prove this one is mine" he opened it, it turned on with a single tap it revealed an ID profile something the copy lacked being a newly generated creation. He snapped it shut and put it back into his pocket. it was safe from hacking being programmed with a similar complexity to his Father's miraculous Device, the Golden iPod. Icarus then looked at the clearly fake device, turning it over in his hands.
"Hang on I think there's a label on it" squinting but secretly he conjured an illusion, The young troll's instant and theatrical reaction was a dead giveaway, he'd had been around enough sneaky people to catch their tricks.
"Hmm does anyone Know a Katya?" he asked showing the back of the device. Everyone could read "Property of Katya" on an old label sticker drawn with a ballpoint pen.

In the corner Visible only to Katya a pair of dark green eyes watched her and Icarus from the shadows muttering
"Good, Good"

NotYetForsaken · Dec 18, 2015

We Righteous Many
Location: Si etsre allane i yome | Rising Dawn
Those who wreathe themselves in shadows often find themselves unable to break free.

We Righteous Many

Observational phenomena supersedes simple statements. This is true. We are in consensus. We will disregard the posited information given by the Observing entity. This is true, for we are in consensus. Then it shall be. Observation number twenty nine thousand five-hundred and sixty-two will be disregarded. It has been done.

We will move onto the next issue.

The entity we observed once before has appeared. The data supports this. We are in consensus. He is known. Its gender is unknown. We do not agree. A alternative has been suggested. The suggestion has been considered. We will refer to that entity as 'it' from here on forth. We are in consensus. How will we address the entity?

We posit aggression. Once before we deigned to assist it and it disrespected us. This is true, we are in consensus. This event has been observed, that event lead to the generation of Unit 237, Faust. The independent unit? Yes. Understood. The creation of Unit 237 was a mistake, but she now serves a greater purpose. This is known. We should treat the entity with some measure of respect.

I disagree.

...

...

...

...

There is not consensus. Which of us speaks? We do not speak. Neither do we speak. We are in consensus. Please state your designated signature.

49 20 73 70 65 61 6b 20 77 69 74 68 20 6d 79 20 6f 77 6e 20 76 6f 69 63 65 2e I am Prime Unit Solomon.

We respect you. This is known. We are in consensus.

Treat the entity as an enemy. It has given us enough existing data to do so. This is known. I propose such. We will consider.

We posit that we should bring the entity to trial. A trial? A trial of combat. This is true. We are in consensus. Physical? No. This is false, we are in consensus. The entity that we have perceived will be attacked in a combat of consciousness. There is strength in our number. This is known. We are in consensus.

No. Prepare me an emissary. I will go meet with the entity in my own person. This is not advised. We do not advise this course of action. This is known. We are not in consensus. You will be allowed to go, Prime Unit Solomon. Return safely. This is true. We are in consensus.

[hr/]

Time is relative. When Solomon speaks to you, time stops. For everyone around you is not privy to hear his words. Solomon dropped down in front of you. His body is a teeming mass of pitch. You can see nothing of him yet you can feel the nature of his immeasurable strength. Despite your own strength, you are uneasy in this creature's presence. He is silent for a time. His eye peers at you and tears away the very darkness that you hide in. You are left bare in his wake.

This is the nature of Solomon. He is a judge, a jury, and an executioner. His very nature is the idea of justice. You have no response to his presence. His soundless voice demands your respect and attention. There is not hiding your secrets from him - for the information he lacks he will create, and what he creates will replace you.

Solomon speaks to you. Not directly, but by changing the very nature of your being. His words become your expectations from him. His image is molded by him within you. There is no fighting it. Solomon appeals to you.

You can feel him speak with not words and no thoughts. Your assumptions of his words are correct. You can feel the dialogue happen faster than the speed of your thoughts. He can pry deep within you. He can also bury you. His presence is beyond anything you have ever met before. His nature is expansive. He is possibility, your possibilities, he is you but not. In this way Solomon spoke to you.

"You are aboard this vessel for what reason. Once I had made your acquaintance. But now no longer. I bid thee to leave," said he who was Solomon to you. Though truly Solomon did not say a word. Rather that was what you would imagine Solomon would say to you. So you think up a response.

"No."

Solomon is your self-doubt. He creates your self-doubt. The very nature of Solomon terrifies you now. He controls your thoughts without ever changing anything. No. He is your thoughts. He is you but you are not him.

"You are not strong enough. Come back when you are. For now this is my domain. My reality. You are merely a parasite upon the great weave of my creation." You try to speak back, but he responds too quickly. He replies to your very emotions. You try to act coolly and come off as smart, but Solomon is you. He knows.

"Try not to act so pretentiously. Handle only what you can. At your level, you can handle very little, O green-eyed villain." You are upset. You wish to speak, to prove him wrong. You grow angrier. You know he is not wrong. You try to speak still, but he interrupts you always.

"Begone. You will be back. Yes. I know. You are strong, in the shadow. This is not your true form. I know it all." You try desperately to find something to save face. Something witty. Something strong. There is nothing but dust. You are beaten. You are angry. He has not given you the change. You want to prove yourself. He is the pretender! He is the one that is wrong! You cry out in fury and blind rage - but your words are no longer coherent. He cannot respond because you no longer have thoughts.

You have been reduced to nothing more than a screaming animal. Without reason and without rationality. This is what Solomon decides. He needs pay you no more attention. All you can do is hate him. Hate him. Unfair. Confusing. Words. Given. Wrong. Why. I. No. Who. You!

Denied.

Too fast.

No hope.

Denied.

No.

Doubt.

It is true.

No more words.

Pure emotion.

You have lost.

Solomon stands before you. You cannot remember clearly the events that lead up to now. Solomon stands over you, he is ready to remove you from the airship. Your mind is finally free from his dominating voice. Solomon allows you some last words.

"Speak."

Then you are cast out.

Kalastryn · Dec 18, 2015

Rising Dawn: Medical: ARES 35, Ruby, Elise.

ARES was more than a little surprised that Ruby was so panicked over Elise. One could say there would be a number of reasons for that. Elise had been on the Rising Dawn nearly as long as ARES had been, and proved herself more than trustworthy. Then again... that was perhaps the problem wasn't it? Ruby had certainly never met Elise, and while ARES had sort of began to come to the conclusion that one cannot judge a book by it's cover, what with the myriad strange sights and sounds that assailed their perception at the beginning and end of the day on the Rising Dawn. However, Ruby hasn't been on the ship as long as ARES, and ARES has not been off the ship in their current surroundings nearly as long as Ruby. Taking that into consideration, Arachnophobia didn't seem like such a hard to reach nor uncommon diagnosis to assign to Ruby's timid behavior.

"Ruby, this is Elise. Elise, this is Ruby." She introduced before kneeling over to get onto eye level with Ruby. "There is no need to be so scared Ruby, Elise is... a friend of mine. I understand many people are afraid of spiders anyway, however in the time that I've known her she's not done any wrong to my recollection. As a matter of fact she's helped out around here quite a lot." She says with a smile.

Rising Dawn: Canteen: Kalastryn, Icarus, Selena, Rugal, Katya, Dream, anyone else?

One more morning, or afternoon rather, spent in the canteen it seems. Kalastryn sat at her own table this time, lightly sipping on a cup of hot tea and having just finished her breakfast. No one really seemed phased by their lack of forward progress towards wherever they were headed next, and honestly? Kala couldn't say she was displeased at the downtime. However, it was odd that there was so much time on their hands so suddenly. The commotion from a certain electronic device at a nearby table did shift her into a new line of thinking however.

"Was that Miia? Can't say I didn't expect things between her and "Darling" to be just so intimate." She thought to herself, slowly finishing off her green tea.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Dec 18, 2015

Generic NPC 22 said:
This guy helped me write this!

Rising Dawn: Canteen: Rugal, Katya, Dolores, Ryan, Dream

There was a lot going on the canteen at the moment, new faces, old faces, Rugal's extremely sore head and the fact that he had to deal with most of it out of an obligation to the position he, admittedly, took mostly out of a power trip.
At first, he was in the middle of answer Dream's question, stating "Well, it's not quite a cruise liner, as amazing as that would be. No, rather are a loose collection of mostly like minded individuals with a desire to see the world we exist in remain intact from those who would see it come to harm. As for myself, I-"
The sudden outcry coming from Katya and Icarus's table quickly put an end to that conversation, gaining a lot of ire from the self-proclaimed captain.
"...I'll get back to you on that, Dream, I better see to this before someone tries to kill someone...[sub]again[/sub]..." He groaned before finishing his herbal brew as Dream took a look into his mind, though the hangover made it's contents somewhat hard to view, like a scratched CD giving off static.
Besides, all she saw at this moment was a brooding dark mood that reflected his current mental state, hell, he didn't even seem to notice her getting into his mind at this moment in time!

Either way, his attention soon turned to the two young ones each trying to blame each other over the crime of spying on nude crew members.
Yes...Clearly, this is exactly what I need in my life this exact moment... He thought to himself as he quickly stepped in before things got too out of hand.
Taking the offending device in his hand, he rubbed his temple as he saw the feed of the Hot Spring bathing room in the spa, sighing "Out of all the places that could use security, That's where they put the camera...urrrrgggg..." before he turned the video off.
He then examined it slightly, largely ignoring the label that Icarus had willed onto it's surface before stating "Good craftsmanship on this, I must admit. Problem is that most smartphones and other such devices usually don't activate into a specialized live streaming application hooked straight into our ships "Security Cameras", I use that term loosely, when they are in someone's pocket...or not looking at it...or not touching it..."
His eyes then began to descend onto the hacker, an annoyed expression forming on his tried face.

"...I don't honestly care what you do in your spare time, Ms. Rostikova. But I don't think I need to explain why I would prefer if you didn't use the ships spa, a spa that not only I use, but My spouse and 2 young daughters also use as your personal webcam theater..." He spoke with a bit of venom, in a bid to make the Millennial Menace understand exactly how much trouble she was in.
"[color=CC8899]W-w-what you picking on me for!? It was his phone! H-h-he just put that label on it to make it look like it was my fault! He's the pervert! Not me![/color]"
The former super-criminal merely blinked at that statement before answering with a story:
"...About a decade ago, I was in a meeting a North Korean General who reminds me a lot of you. The detail that stuck with me the most was how he commented on the fact that many of his "Soldiers" were picking grass from a nearby field before consuming it for nourishment in lieu of actual rations. He claimed they weren't merely eating and were rather scouting out for American weeds planted by the Chinese in order to enable Russia to corrupt his people with with socialism, despite the fact he was already a communist...
...
...This is a relevant story because he was much better at putting conviction into his lies then you are..." He said before lobbing her the fake phone and yawning slightly.

"*Yawwwwwwnnn* Good point on the label however. Icarus, I understand that you were merely trying to defend your reputation from this rather tasteless prank. But no Millennial puts Sticker Labels of all things on their smartphones and tablet devices. Usually they just put a personalized wallpaper, a distinctive protective case or have some kind of related alias on the welcome screen. Tip for the next time you have to protect your good name from slander..." He explained to the half-angel, not really blaming him for anything but just venting his frustration in a constructive manner, namely because he was too tired to want to get into a shouting match.
Finally turning back to said Millennial at the center of this, he then wiped his eyes before asking "So...is there anything you wish to say in relation to this while you have our attention?..."

Neuromancer · Dec 18, 2015

The Rising Dawn - ~~Overglorified Library~~ Hall of Records
[color=5B9C64]Eddie the Dead[/color] | Loli | Drooly Cooly | Nanonerd | You're Pretty Good

For anyone remotely interested in the daily lives of people, the workings of the universe, the stability of the world and the oven they left on before going out, the gathering of three of the most powerful beings in the known multiverse in one particular place would be enough to instill worry to owners of even the most fireproof of kitchens. But not Eddie, oh no. For one, he didn't own a kitchen. For two, so what? The mortals could tremble and struggle with their self-righteous, hollow conflicts. The gods could go on with their neverending millenia-spawning schemes. Universes could die in the blink of a eye, and the multiverse itself could start breaking down into innumerable specks of grinded interuniversal dust.

He was on vacation.

So, let those with problems worry and fear. Eddie had no problems; he was above them. His powers allowed him to take on gods and win. And even if he didn't, death was less than a slap on the wrist. His very being was tied to one of the fundamental instrumentalities that encompassed all creation, his return all but guaranteed. What could a being like him be afraid of? What care had he if some god was feeling tricky? At worst, they would play their prank and have a hearty laugh at the countless of lives they ruined across the universe, but that wouldn't change anything. Creation would spin on unfazed and uncaring, as it always had. So what was there to worry about?

One thing, as a matter of fact: Boredom.

"So Eddie, strange that your patron would have allowed you to go on vacation and that you chose this place of all the places in existence to visit for your vacation. Strange that the Vices would take an interest in stopping something bad from happening. Is there something brewing that I'm unaware of? Don't tell me Hardy is up to something to alleviate her boredom once again..."

[color=5B9C64]"As much as I can sympathise when it comes to boredom,"[/color] he said innocently, [color=5B9C64]"I'm not here of my own volition. My mistress gave me one last errand to do before my vacation officially starts."[/color] he pointed at the paper bag, [color=5B9C64]"A delivery for your bartender. Finest vintage in all creation. As for why she would want me to deliver it here, dunno, don't care."[/color] He let out a playful shrug, [color=5B9C64]"Perhaps this group's misadventures amuse her. How exactly she'd find amusement out of this bunch of disfunctional teenagers I wouldn't know, though. She has a wierd sense of humour. The fact that I'm here can attest to that."[/color] he grinned ever so slightly, [color=5B9C64]"Not that I'm complaining."[/color]

It was at that moment that a loud groan came from the back of the room, and Big Boss shifted on his seat, still unconscious, his body shivery and jittery, on his face etched an expression that spoke of pain. Or maybe constipation. Both were just as likely. [color=5B9C64]"Oh, don't mind him,"[/color] Eddie waved, walking over to Big Boss, [color=5B9C64]"He was just left stranded in the Void Between, almost got his whole body ripped off. Nothing to worry about,"[/color] he started squishing Boss' cheeks, like that annoying aunt that no one likes when she visits over for Hanukkah, [color=5B9C64]"With a little bit of luck, he'll wake up in an hour or so without too much brain damage."[/color] he slapped him gently a few times in the face, and let his head lie on the desk.

[color=5B9C64]"But to get back on point, as much as I like your company, I don't think I'll be staying longer than I have to. There's some rather fun-looking universes I'm thinking of visiting for my vacation. Like, there's one where a loli vampire safeguards an angsty vengeful knucklehead trained by a cat! I don't think your folk here can top that."[/color] he turned to Sloth, [color=5B9C64]"And besides, you've got Sloth, in all his imperial drowsiness, to help you when the time comes. For whatever it is. He's got it covered. [sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub]Provided he doesn't fall asleep right in the middle of it.[/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub]"[/color]

Texas Joker 52 · Dec 19, 2015

[hr]

What came as no small surprise was the fact that Eddie and Rory knew each other, even if his face only seemed to register dull surprise. In fact, he only seemed capable of expressing more mild emotions to begin with. Still, he supposed it shouldn't have, especially since higher deities tended to run in the same social circles. Due to most being largely cut off from the mortals they presided over, they didn't exactly have many others to socialize with besides other gods and goddesses.

Ultimately, it was a reminder that he really didn't keep in touch with current events among his... Peers? He supposed that was the right word for it, even though the Vices, and by extension Lady Luck, were distinctly different from the gods, separate by their very nature. The Vice felt a quick twinge of regret for that. But it wasn't as if he could go against his own nature.

"That's an understatement. With just the three of us in this room, we could topple any kingdom in the blink of an eye, not that I'm inclined to. War doesn't make fertile soil for love."

Sloth nodded sagely at that, though he felt the urge to point out that he had no intention of toppling any kingdoms unless it was deemed absolutely necessary. At the same time he felt that anyone who even vaguely knew about who and what he was would consider that a given, so he kept his mouth shut.

Rory went on to introduce the unconscious man that Eddie had apparently brought with him, a man named Big Boss. However, she didn't elaborate further than that, which piqued Sloth's curiosity somewhat. But only somewhat. Eddie merely waved the question of, mentioning that he had picked the poor man up in the Void Between, and that if he was lucky he would wake up soon, none the worse for wear as far as brain damage went.

Sloth glanced at the horn-like protrusion that was embedded in Big Boss's temple and wondered if he already had brain damage to begin with, and if so, what was a little more? Meanwhile, Rory stroked the green-lit black form around her shoulders in reassurance and introduced them to her.

"Naamah, This is Eddie, the representative of Lady Luck. Eddie, this is Naamah, this Airship's historical and record keeper."

The young-looking Demi-Goddess of Death promptly looked at both Eddie and the Vice with sharp eyes, and Sloth could practically see the gears turning in her head.

"So Eddie, strange that your patron would have allowed you to go on vacation and that you chose this place of all the places in existence to visit for your vacation. Strange that the Vices would take an interest in stopping something bad from happening. Is there something brewing that I'm unaware of? Don't tell me Hardy is up to something to alleviate her boredom once again..."

Sloth's face suddenly seemed less slack, and the look in his eyes grew more alert. Sharper, colder. And not a little detached. She's a sharp one. No wonder Emloy had taken her under his wing. After all, few gods have uses for a stupid apostle. There was a muffled tinkling sound as the music box tucked into his robes played a few halting notes even as Eddie explained why he was there: To deliver a package to another deity on-board. He also pointed out that Lady Luck had an odd sense of humor, pointing himself out as evidence to that, and said that for all he knew, the activities on Earth may very well amuse her.

When he finished, Sloth spoke, and his voice was almost completely devoid of his characteristic half-asleep slurring.

"I can't really say when it comes to Hardy, but The Powers That Be have decided that it's for the best if we Vices extend our influence on current events a little more... Directly." he said, giving her a sharp glance, "Normally we would be content to just keep watch from a distance. I don't know what might happen, but the possibilities are grave enough that I'm here."

A corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile, and he extracted his hands from his robes to lift them to hold off any other questions.

"That's really all I know right this moment. Trust me when I say that if I knew anything else for certain, I would tell you." he told them.

The ghoulish Demi-God took the time then to chime in with his own two-cents.

"[color=5B9C64]--to get back on point, as much as I like your company, I don't think I'll be staying longer than I have to. There's some rather fun-looking universes I'm thinking of visiting for my vacation. Like, there's one where a loli vampire safeguards an angsty vengeful knucklehead trained by a cat! I don't think your folk here can top that. And besides, you've got Sloth, in all his imperial drowsiness, to help you when the time comes. For whatever it is. He's got it covered. [sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub]Provided he doesn't fall asleep right in the middle of it.[/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/color]"

"That is why I'm here." The Vice said with another sage nod.

The main crux of the matter was the fact that he had no real clue as to what could happen, what might cause whatever it was, and what he would be able to do to prevent it. That told him that he'd have to be vigilant. The very idea made his eyelids droop, and he started to properly slouch again. Being vigilant sounded exhausting. And it wasn't his strong suit. He just hoped that Eddie's murmured aside wasn't right on-the-money.

Given his track record when it came to working, and the fact that Eddie was in Lady Luck's good graces... He had a feeling that his prediction was more like a promise. He exhaled a quiet, forlorn sigh.

Why did he have to get saddled with this job?

Generic NPC 22 · Dec 20, 2015

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The desire for a do over was not one of those things that Katya Rostikova wished for often in her life. It was reflected in the way she plays video games. She did not use save points or continues and always attempted to complete a game in one life. She did not regret the decision that her parents had allowed her to make in regards to allowing B3WP to be integrated into her body. She certainly did not regret any of the deaths that she'd caused since integrating B3WP into her body. She did, however, regret her inability to act as the events of the Canteen had unfolded around her.

Fear. This was reason that Katya froze. Being the center of attention forced the Rising Dawn's Digital Drama Queen to remember her past and the illness that had caused Katya's Parents and Katya's Doctors to turn the young girl into the center of attention. It was little wonder why the Rising Dawn's Resident Speaker of L337 didn't enjoy people staring at her. It was little reason why Katya didn't move for the remainder of the encounter with Icarus, standing there unmoving, like an inanimate object.

The future Katya Rostikova would look back on this incident with quite a few regrets. Were it not for the fact that she was so overwhelmed by both the social anxiety that she felt as well as the over abundance of fear caused by the multitude of eyes, each one a bit white circle with a black dot in the middle of it, staring as her after the Technologically Illiterate Icarus asked everyone in the room if they knew who Katya was.

To put this fear into perspective in how overwhelming it felt was that it took priority over the illness that still existed within the young woman's very bones. The medically untrained Icarus's assessment of Katya's nose bleed was, of course, incorrect. At the sign of cellular weakness, the Nano-Agents that dwelled inside their Mistress' body would have sealed and healed the minor wound. That they did not was cause for bigger concern as it meant that the population of Nano-Agents within Katya's body was not sufficient to deal with the small breach in her veins. The remedy was as simple as finding a victim, injecting them with a few thousand nano-agents and then integrating the harvested Bio-Matter with her own body whilst depositing the cancerous material that had been building up within Katya's own body. If left untreated, it would cause the death of Katya Rostikova or it would have caused the young hacker to go berserk and attack the nearest person.

In hindsight, the future Katya looking back on these events would have been relieved that she hadn't lost control and attempted to consume the Black Winged Black Eletricity Generating Battery and integrated what biological materials she could scavenge from his corpse. She wouldn't have wanted to contract whatever disease caused a fountain of blood to gush out of his nose and cover the top of the table, spattering the young woman's freshly arrived food order. She wouldn't have wanted to contract whatever technological ignorance that would have made him think that placing masking tape over the mobile phone's exhaust vent would have been something and anyone with a minimal amount of technological competence would have done[footnote]As a matter of full disclosure, it was probably a good thing that Icarus didn't mention that his Mobile Device was unhackable due to the complexity of its programming, being on par with that of his father's Golden iPod, the young computer whiz would have taken that declaration as a personal challenge and turned Icarus' Mobile Device into a brick[/footnote].

It had even slipped Katya's mind that she would have found it weird that Icarus had known Katya's name in the first place, more so than the fact that he'd been able to stick masking tape on the back of the mobile device that the Hacker had been able to rez in his pocket, afterall magic was a thing. She and Icarus had never met. They were like a pair of hummingbirds that had also never met.

It was at this point that Rugal chimed in with his wannabe fatherly logic. Katya already had a father and her father's last name was not Bernstein.

"...I don't honestly care what you do in your spare time, Ms. Rostikova. But I don't think I need to explain why I would prefer if you didn't use the ships spa, a spa that not only I use, but My spouse and 2 young daughters also use as your personal webcam theater..."

Had the Rising Dawn's Resident Geek Girl been in the right frame of mind, she would have started adding the fact that "Rugal Bernstein is a dedicated husband and father who still enjoys family time: Bathing with his wife and two young daughter," to the Rugal Bernstein entry in the Rising Dawn's Wikipedia Page and added a recording of this conversation as citation. Instead, the Hacker who would have rather jumped out the window than be the center of so much real life attention found herself stammering, her words horribly malformed and her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

"[color=CC8899]W-w-what you picking on me for!? It was his phone! H-h-he just put that label on it to make it look like it was my fault! He's the pervert! Not me![/color]" The girl said, unable to look at Rugal in the face, not because he was intimidating, far from it, he looked like Katya on one of her better benders. No, she suddenly remembered that she'd seen a Rule 34 image of Rugal Bernstein and Dillon together. In the image, the two men were involved in a passionate kiss with Rugal's leg extended gracefully behind him, like a Dog at a Fire Hydrant. Of all the things she could done... she had gone with a half hearted and ill prepared excuse that was improperly delivered making it easy for Rugal to see through.

"...About a decade ago, I was in a meeting a North Korean General who reminds me a lot of you. The detail that stuck with me the most was how he commented on the fact that many of his "Soldiers" were picking grass from a nearby field before consuming it for nourishment in lieu of actual rations. He claimed they weren't merely eating and were rather scouting out for American weeds planted by the Chinese in order to enable Russia to corrupt his people with with socialism, despite the fact he was already a communist... This is a relevant story because he was much better at putting conviction into his lies then you are..."

"[color=CC8899]I so love your stories about the Great War back before they started giving them numbers Grampa Bernstein.[/color]" Would have been the appropriate response for a clear minded Katya. Instead, she found herself looking anywhere but Rugal's face. She spotted Diana "Dream" Black in the background. There was something about the woman that was rather appealing despite being a obvious professional street walker given her "name." Diana's face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a thigh master. She had the look of a woman that had a deep, throaty and genuine laugh, like the sound a dog makes when it's about to throw up.

Back in reality, Rugal was trying to extricate an apology from the not sorry at all Hacker who was trying to avoid freaking out.

"So...is there anything you wish to say in relation to this while you have our attention?"

Rugal, perhaps you shouldn't have mentioned the fact that she was at the epicenter of an Attention Storm. If Katya's skeleton could have run out of the room leaving a sack of skin and muscles for Rugal to schold, it would have. silence fell over the Canteen as people waiting with baited breathe to see what Katya's next action was going to be. Instead the young woman's mobile phone started playing music.

The sound of her phone initiated a sort of Pavlovian Response from the young woman. She'd become so anchored to the habit of answering her phone and its siren song that she momentarily forgot her anxiety and checked the message from Penny.

Penny said:
Dear Katya,

I've taken the liberty of forwarding your usual order of Japan Crates to the Rising Dawn. I just checked the tracking information and found that it arrived today.

Love,

Penny

The message caused Katya to grin as she looked down at the cellphone that lay in her lap. Standing up, the young leet haxxxor opened her mouth and inhaled deeply, as if she was going to say something profound. But the fact was, Katya wasn't sorry about what had happened. she had nothing to be sorry about. If they didn't want her looking at them in the spa, why did they install cameras in the spa? Plus, she had a chocolate rememdy waiting for her with its promise of helping her forget what she'd just endured.

"[color=CC8899]Nope.[/color]" Katya said simply as she grabbed First Lieutenant Selmy's hand and started dragging the shy young girl with her, "[color=CC8899]C'mon Dolores. I just got some Japan Crates![/color]"

It might have been a strange sight, the 18 year old dragging the 23 year old behind her while the entire Canteen was waiting for her but Selmy had grown on Katya in little time that the two had spent together. Selmy was like a colony of E.Coli and Katya was room temperature Canadian Beef.

"[color=CC8899]K bye![/color]" The empty Katya shaped hole where the immature young woman used to be said to the rest of the room.

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Avatar Adventures | The Airship: Rising Dawn | Shipping and Receiving
Morning: Farber
Katya Rostikova | ??? | First Lieutenant Dolores Selmy

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For those of you not in the know, Japan Crates are the Japanese candy version of Loot Crates. For a nominal subscription fee, a subscriber could get a shipment of Japanese treats shipped to them every month. Katya, an actual otaku chocolate addict, found this idea perfect for her lifestyle, though 12 - 14 pieces of Japanese candy was a little bit on the low side. This just meant that she needed to order a Crate of Japan Crates. A Crate of 30 Japan Crates would yield something in the area of 360 - 420 items of confectionery, culinary, Japan...ary bliss!

Running to the Shipping and Receiving area of the ship, katya dragged the First Lieutenant behind her like a lame duck, not the metaphorical lame duck mind you but an actual lame duck that got that way from stepping on a land mine or something. The Crate of Crates sat in the middle of the dock, beckoning to her with the scent of Japanese treats... and something sulfurish.

CRACK!!

The wooden crate did little to protect its chocolate treasure from Katya and splintered open as the overly hyped girl ripped the top off of the box without the assistance of the crow bar. Peering into the shipment of Japanese Goodies, the young woman was met with a rather rude surprise, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.

"[color=CC8899]WHAT THE FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFONT!?![/color]" Irina Rostikova pseudo-cursed as she noticed the young boy that had been jammed up inside the crate, his mouth covered with chocolate smears. There were two things that became apparent soon after. 1) Penny, sensing that it was that time, sent her the little boy as a form of "food" for Katya's nano-agents and 2) The little boy had eaten a large portoin of Katya's candy stash. He stared at her just as she stared at him.

Reaching into the box, Katya lifted the child from his Chocolate Manger and placed him on the ground., brushing the dirt and grime that caked her hand just from touching him. He looked kind of average for a kid his age, like a four foot tall tree.

"[color=CC8899]HEY! Kid! Who are you and what have you done to my Japan Crates?![/color]"

He hadn't been expecting the top of the crate to be ripped off quite so violently, so the little boy inside had yelped a little the moment the lid was pried off. But when some strange-looking lady looked down into the crate and cried out, he merely stared at her, holding some kind of chocolate-covered stick halfway to his mouth. She definitely looked somewhat like an Ish, but her clothes were different, and he couldn't tell if her ears were the same as his. He hadn't exactly been expecting her to lift him out of the wooden box, and she set him down on the ground next to it.

When she asked what he did to her... Whatever "Japan Crates" were, he blinked for a moment.

"Smoke bomb..." he murmured under his breath.

"[color=CC8899](Kids say the damndest things)[/color]" The l33t Haxxx0r thought to herself as she observed the child who, curiously, had a long tail draped behind him. It looked like one of those tails that you'd see a cosplayer wearing except for the fact that it swished back and forth in a rather natural manner... far better looking than the ones she'd seen at conventions. Being that the ship appeared to be a magnet for super powered Heroes both human and non-human, Katya wouldn't have been surprised if this was a non-human kid... except she didn't know where he came from or what sort of creature he was. Turning to her friend, Dolores, Katya asked a simple question, "[color=CC8899]Do you know who this kid is?[/color]"

"[color=CC8899]Seriously, kid, who are you?[/color]' The young girl asked as she peered inside her crate of Japanese Treats, "[color=CC8899]You didn't eat all the Almond Crush Pocky did you... cause (not) seriously... you're going to Japan to get me some if you did.[/color]

He didn't even seem to listen to what she was saying as she turned to look back at another lady before peering back into the crate he was in. He couldn't help but notice now that neither of them had the telltale, well, tails that Ish like himself had. The other lady didn't even have pointed ears, as if she had some kind of bizarre skin-condition. But since the one that picked him up wasn't really paying attention, he grinned and lifted a hand above his head, a little whirling black orb hovering an inch away from his palm.

"SMOKE BOMB!" Farber cried, tossing the orb at his feet.

A large cloud of noxious smoke quickly engulfed both him and the strange ladies, but he ran out in a flash, giggling as he looked behind him.

"Thanks for the candy, suckers!" he taunted, sticking out his tongue at them even as he made a mad dash towards the nearest doorway out.

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The Crimson Death Dealer remained quiet as the others spoke as she attempted to determin the will of the Gods. She found it harder to remember her time in their ranks. The knowledge that she'd been given was slipping away like sand between her fingers. In her previous incarnation she'd never been one to think deeply on these things as there was only the will of Emloy to consider. In this incarnation, however, she found it strange to only focus solely on Emloy's domain. Listening to sloth, she was surprised that he appeared more alert... that he was capable of being this alert. She found herself feeling strangely disarmed by his care free attitude. While she did still harbor a slight grudge towards him, she found herself not being completely enraged by his presence. The laidback manner in which he held himself reminded the young looking Demi Goddess of someone from long ago.

"Normally we would be content to just keep watch from a distance. I don't know what might happen, but the possibilities are grave enough that I'm here." The Vice Lord stated.

"[color=5B9C64]--to get back on point, as much as I like your company, I don't think I'll be staying longer than I have to. There's some rather fun-looking universes I'm thinking of visiting for my vacation. Like, there's one where a loli vampire safeguards an angsty vengeful knucklehead trained by a cat! I don't think your folk here can top that. And besides, you've got Sloth, in all his imperial drowsiness, to help you when the time comes. For whatever it is. He's got it covered. [sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub]Provided he doesn't fall asleep right in the middle of it.[/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/color]"

"That is why I'm here."

Despite Eddie's assurances to the contrary, Rory Mercury wasn't sure how useful the Slumber Prone Manifestation of Laziness would be. Sure he could even keep Rory in a near state of suspended animation or kill a mortal being with his powers but he needed to be full roused for the task. Perhaps if Eddie knew of this ship he could give his input as he meddled more in the affairs for the mortals than most disciples.

"Perhaps we're to act as a counter balance to the beings aboard this ship. From what I've read or seen of their past, I believe that by virute of being on this ship, its ~~crew~~ passengers are fated to become involved in events that shape this world. Despite this, almost eternally long struggle, the passengers choose to stay aboard this ship with no set destination. As Emloy's Oracle, I can respect their activities but having just vacated my previous office, I know that no normal human seeks this as their fate. Most want a simple life devoid of conflict, a spouse, a child and perhaps a small home they can all share together. While the ship itself appears benign in nature, the Captains of this ship almost invariably go mad and assault their own comrades. If a sufficiently powerful being takes the captaincy of this sky ship and he succumbs to the trend that I've noticed about this leaders of this ship, could he not become a threat to not just this world but all the worlds of this varied realm? From my studies, I noted that this ship was outfitted with a magical device that allows it to travel to other realms. The Goddess of Death, War, Justice and Insanity stated to the others, her mind looking at the situation in as many varied perspectives as possible, "This insanity and corruption may not just be isolated to the captains either. This Rugal, the ship's current captain, assaulted the ship's previous captain in order to assume the position. So far as I can tell, that man had not turned on this crew... yet. Of course, this does not mean it was not an inevitability."

Rory adjusted her head dress slightly as it had started to lean too far forward. She was still getting used to wearing clothing again. As a Goddess she could change her own form and clothing with just a thought. Now she was stuck in her old form and was wearing Emloy's Uniform. She ... felt... a twinge of regret every time she looked at Sloth. In Pride had she found the gall to use love as the subject of a mere bet. Perhaps sloth had been a sign that she was not ready to ascend to the Gods' Realm quite yet. Perhaps Sloth was the instrument to show Rory the folly of her pride. Rory, Death's Representative, had an overwhelming desire to punch Pride in the mouth the next time they met.

"[color=CC8899]I know that this is just conjecture at this point, but I know of the Gods and their eternal politics, it would be strange for three of those beings to agree to send their agents to the same place at the same time. The only other time that happened was when Hardy's Oracle informed me of Hardy's desire to marry me. After I told her no, she opened the Gate between my world and this world. No good thing can come of Gods' discussions.[/color]"

NotYetForsaken · Dec 20, 2015

A Pair of White Guns
Location: Cargo Bay | Rising Dawn
Behold, O sweet daughter, the scope of your inheritance.

The First Lieutenant

hose blue eyes shone - piercing in their alacrity - with deep azure hues gleaming simultaneously darker than black and brighter than white. An infinite vibrant blue that held both life and death. In a moment the smoke was blown outward, thin wisps of that smoke trailed around the sphere of influence that erected itself around the girl named Dolores Selmy.

"You little shit ~ da ze," the Lieutenant said. She was scowling. "Traheo! Arcus Diabolus: Bolverk! She thrust out her hands to grasp the pair of white guns, but her gloved fingers captured nothing but air.

The Lieutenant's expression flickered between her tranquil fury and mild shock. "Well then, da ze." The lieutenant clenched her fists and broke out into a full sprint. "If that's the nature of this little shit, then I have to beat some sense into you the old fashioned way!"

The Lieutenant chased after Farber, the young creature had slipped into one of the passageways into the inside of the Airship, with a reckless abandon. "No one fucks up my clothes and gets away with it! You have any idea how much trouble it is going to be to get the smell of this awful smoke out of silk!?"

Farber ducked and weaved through the steel passageways, bumping staff to and fro. He knocked over interns with stacks of invoices and he dropped made an armorer slip and drop a load of weapons onto the floor. Dining services had a cart turned over and Farber ducked between the legs of one of the intelligence team on his way back from the crew gym. The Lieutenant followed close behind. After a chase of about three hundred meters she pulled a pistol from her hip holster and started to fire shots off... indoors... at and eight year old child. To her this was completely and utterly rational.

None of the very lethal bullets hit Farber though, the Lieutenant was not aiming to kill, but to scare. Scare she succeeded. At the sound of gunpowder and the sharp crack of the bullets against the steel walls of the hall sent Farber ducking into the nearest cover he could find.

Directly into an entrance into the Medical Bay. The Lieutenant caught up immediately afterward, sliding into the frame of the doorway and stopping herself by slamming the hilt of the pistol against the sliding door. The impact caused the pistol to go off once more... inside of the Medical Bay. The bullet slammed into the ceiling and broke one of the paneled lights.

"Alright you little shit, you're gon-" the Lieutenant paused. There were four people inside staring slack-jawed at the once mild-mannered woman who stood before them. The Lieutenant dropped the pistol and cleared her throat. "Well, this is awkward, da ze."

There was an uncomfortable silence.

The Lieutenant blinked. "I... I... wait, wha- what's going on here?" The broken lighting in the room was barely able to illuminate her green eyes. "Ruby? You... you feeling better?" The gun clattering to the floor at my side startled me. I jumped back and slipped.

"My sidearm... when did I draw it?" I mumbled. My head hurt. I vaguely remember feeling really annoyed, but that was it.

How in the world did I get here?

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Simple Solution
Location: Hall of Records | Library | Rising Dawn
The enemy of progress is perfection.

Carefree Daughter

Naamah listened carefully to her guests speak. There was one thing constantly nagging her in the back of her mind. "Humans are a profoundly illogical species. They are unpredictable by nature and they are prone to qualify their actions after the fact." She said aloud to no particular person. "You all have entered a realm where there is no God. This is a place ruled by humans and their beliefs."

Pause.

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[b]"Your beliefs to this truth tailor. Such antiquated views will not be tolerated. Bad things in this realm happen because their inhabitants them to happen will. They their worst enemies are. To make sense of their actions futile is. There no point is."[/b]

Naamah turned to Rory,

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"Trouble on the horizon brews. This conversation soon finish. Your duty must be done."

000Ronald · Dec 21, 2015

When we left our heroes...

Boss: "Being a horrible human being is fine as long as you feel bad about it later!"

Insano: "[color=00ad83]OH MY GOD A TALKING DOglug glug glug[/color]"

Edge: "I'M STILL AT THE DAM YOU FUCKS!"

And now the continuation...

Caramel Frappe said:
Colab'd by this guy here!

"You're not an easy one to find."

The young man sat cross-legged, suspended a foot and a half off the frost-covered ground. He had been sitting? Floating? He had been there for maybe five minutes, maybe waiting to be acknowledged. Faith hadn't been sure what to do. On the one hand, she had come to this world to help him, but on the other...

I...did not want to be found. Faith said.

Boss nodded "Nickolai-one of the soldiers at the dam-told me what happened. Well, parts of it. That something-the phrase he used meant 'wore like a glove', but I think he was trying to say you were used like a puppet-and that you were forced to do things you would rather not have. And if you wanted to be alone-" Boss gestured to the rock-filled quarry. "This would certainly be the place to do it."

That's one way of putting it... Faith thought.

"Which reminds me-" Boss said, pulling out a piece of paper. "Edge wants to apologize for calling you a, and I quote, 'Heathen-fucking, cock-biting, mother of all whores.'" Boss crumpled up the piece of paper in his hand. "And for stabbing you in the back. He's...he's really sorry about that, if that was you. He said he wasn't entirely-"

It was. Faith said. Tell him...tell him that I wasn't myself. And that I apologize for my own behavior.

Boss shrugged. "Pretty sure if Edge is apologizing, you don't need to. Especially if you weren't entirely in control of your actions. Edge is usually pretty on point about that. And he did look really, really guilty."

Boss and Faith said nothing for a moment. "So what now?"

Faith shook her head. Boss...was that your name? I can't help you until...I've helped myself. Edge spoke of you as though...he said you have more power than any man should have, and no way to control it. He mentioned that you might pry a country out of the ground and...throw it at someone, as an afterthought.

Boss stroked his chin. "...a whole country? I don't know that I could do that. Pretty sure I could do a large city, but that would take a lot out of me."

That's not the point! Faith said. If you are even a fraction as mighty as your friend insisted you are, then testing the limits of that power must be done with the utmost care. I don't know that I can do that right now. That's why I came here. Faith gestured in the air, and several car-sized boulders lifted from the air, and began spinning in a large figure 8. To train.

Boss was silent for a moment again...then nodded, shifting to a standing position. "OK. That's perfectly fair. I just wanted to touch base, see what was going on."

I'm so-

Boss shook his head. "You don't need to be sorry." Boss said. "You haven't done anything wrong. Just come and let me know when you feel your ready."

Dawn broke slowly in the quarry. And Faith found herself alone again.
With all that was said in done, Faith closed her eyes, allowing the rocks to clash with the Earth, breaking apart on impact.

... I'm so pathetic. Faith finished off with her eyes finally opening up but snapped out of her mood to train all the more.

[color=00ad83]Edge, you said his name was?[/color]

Yes. Various other agencies claim that this must be an alias, but provide little evidence to support that conclusion.

Insano reached out to knock at the door...only for it to swing open, bringing Insano face to face with Edge...who was armed to the teeth. His single bandoleer of throwing knives has been replaced with no less than four across his chest, and several on his arms and legs. Similarly, he had no less than eight swords, stacked on top of each other; four on his hips and four on his back.

"Insano." Edge said, obviously startled. "You got your hand fixed."

Insano sheepishly stepped aside. "[color=00ad83]It isn't the first time I've had to build one of them from scratch. Won't be the last time, either.[/color]"

Edge looked at Insano quizzically before walking briskly down the hallway, away from the mess hall. "As long as you're in fighting shape. You can fight with that, right?"

"[color=00ad83]About as well as I could ever fight.[/color]" Insano said, walking alongside Edge. "[color=00ad83]Physical altercation isn't really my forte. I'm too old for that.[/color]"

"You don't look that old." Edge said. "You're...forty at most?"

"[color=00ad83]Close! I'm eighty.[/color]" Insano said. "[color=00ad83]Well, eighty something. I lost count at some point. Where are we going?[/color]"

"I need to see a man about a sword." Edge said.

"[color=00ad83]...another sword? Eight longswords and-[/color]"

198

"[color=00ad83]-two hundred throwing knives, and you're still not prepped?[/color]"

"This is a different sword." Edge said. "It has some kind of high-tech arrangement that makes it cut through anything. Except similar blades, I'm to understand."

"[color=00ad83]That could be half a dozen different things.[/color]" Insano said. "[color=00ad83]From a Vorpral blade to cortosis weave to a lightsaber.[/color]"

"It's not a lightsaber." Edge said, still walking briskly.

"[color=00ad83]...are you alright?[/color]" Insano asked. "[color=00ad83]You seem slightly more irritable than usual today.[/color]"

"Fine." Edge said.

"[color=00ad83]...and unless I've catastrophically misjudged you, you wouldn't have all that equipment on you unless you were sure you-[/color]"

"I said I'm-." Edge began, before stopping in the hallway and rubbing his forehead. "Do you have any idea what we're up against today?"

"[color=00ad83]I do, as a matter of fact.[/color]" Insano said. "[color=00ad83]'Vincent Vega'; who, presumably, is M. Bison working under a ridiculous alias. That's what G-Corp thinks, at least. Which also means going up against Shadalow, or at least whatever resources they can cobble together. I also know this isn't the first time you've fought him; he was able to take over most of Asia on one occasion, but your group-well, our group now-stopped him.[/color]"

"Barely." Edge said. "We...I'm to understand we barely stopped him. I wasn't there, but...Boss tells me he tore a skyscraper out of the ground and threw it at the bastard, and it did nothing."

"[color=00ad83]Did Boss tell you that he was only able to survive that due to being in a giant fucking robot?[/color]"

Edge was taken aback. "No. He never mentioned that."

"[color=00ad83]Well, he was. And if that happens again, I have a giant rampaging robot I can use, as well. I call it Neutro.[/color]"

"...did you need something?" Edge asked.

"[color=00ad83]...yes, as a matter of fact.[/color]" Insano pulled a gun out of his coat and gave it to Edge. "I haven't tested it yet, but it should be able to disrupt people like Bison."

Edge looked at the small handgun. It resembled a glock, with some future-tech attacked to it. "...when you say 'people like Bison'..you mean-"

"[color=00ad83]People like Bison and Boss, yes. Psionics.[/color]"

"...why are you giving this to me?"

"[color=00ad83]Because I'm to understand that you are very...protective of Boss. And I thought it would be better for you to have something like this than give it to someone you would potentially kill for the god-awful crime of having it. Also, I'm fairly certain you're a better shot than me.[/color]"

Edge was silent for a moment. "Thank you." Edge said, tucking the gun into his waistband.

Insano shrugged. "[color=00ad83]Thanks for not killing me for having that. Really means a lot to me.[/color]"

bluerocker · Dec 21, 2015

[HEADING=3]The Day/Night Before[/HEADING]

Rising Dawn: Brig - Connecting Hallway: Teri, Garm, Elise, Rugal, Luke, Violet, Rory ~~Kazuya~~

"....Luke! Get Teri to Medical, we will Talk later!"
As if Luke needed telling twice. Scooping up the young Cleric in his arms, the Devil-in-Disguise looked down to Garm, [color=eca222]"Looks like I'm in the doghouse now, eh boy?"[/color]
[color=356D60]"You know, I'm not one for human word stuff, but even I know that was bad. You still remember where the Med Bay is?"[/color]
[color=eca222]"That I do. Let's make haste, I only did so much, remember?"[/color] His head turned to his charge, her eyes fluttering weakly in light of all that had happened, and noticed a strange ring clutched between a couple of her fingers, courtesy of the Psychopomp that had visited prior. Whatever he wanted, Luke wasn't entirely sure, but the fact that he gave her a gift at all was something that drew his attention. Such things weren't given lightly, whatever reason it was. It'd have to wait for the morning.
[color=eca222]"Stay with me now. You can do this..."[/color]

Rising Dawn: Canteen Bar
Boss, Icarus, Cadolbolg, Caim

Maybe it was the booze, but at Icarus' outburst, Caim managed to keep a cooler head this time; no images of his father being conjured by Icarus' wavering words. Rather, he gave a small sigh and gave the bird-kid a pat on the shoulder,

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"You wouldn't be the first who lost a home, Icarus. Lucky for you, we've got good training facilities, and you can rest for a little bit before you get back on your feet. I'm sure you'll manage in due time..."

[HEADING=3]The Next Day[/HEADING]

[color=356D60]"She's awake!"[/color]
[color=eca222]"Ah, still in the realm of the living. Good. You had me a little worried there."[/color]
Teri's eyes opened weakly, the artificial lighting pulling her back to reality. By her side, she saw a dutiful, if somewhat fatigued Luke sitting in a chair; and the rare sight of Garm next to him (it seemed that circumstance gave him a rare admittance to this place).
Sitting up weakly, the Cleric took a look at her surroundings - a long curtain surrounding a bed, one of her arms hooked up to a set of monitors displaying physical diagnostics. That must meant she was in -
[color=0E59E4]"The Med Bay? How did..."[/color] she groaned, propping one of her hands against her head, feeling a minor pain in it. Her companion, quick to the draw, gave a small [color=eca222]"Easy!"[/color] before gently pushing her back against the pillows, and shook his head, [color=eca222]"Give your aura a few more minutes, it'll patch up the minor things before you get up. As for your question, don't you remember? You got into a fight with Kazuya? Then I had to come in and keep that 'Raven King' fellow from ferrying you off?"[/color]
[color=356D60]"Who?"[/color]
[color=eca222]"I'll explain in a minute."[/color]
Another groan echoed from the Cleric as the memories came flooding back, beginning with a twinge of anger - and ending with nothing but pain. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she sat up again, easier this time, [color=0E59E4]"Yeah.. I think I remember everything now. A lot of the aftermath is kinda fuzzy though. I kinda remember a guy in black and you were fussing at him and..."[/color]
She opened one of her palms, showing a serpentine ring, [color=0E59E4]"I got this thing? And.. Wasn't Dad there too?"[/color]
Luke paused, almost wincing at the memory, and gave a weak smile, [color=eca222]"He was. I'm afraid we've been found out. He's not very happy you didn't speak with him. Granted, not much has been making him happy as of late. And... Yes, you saw a psychopomp,[/color] he paused, turning to Garm and adding, [color=eca222]"That's the name for those who ferry souls to the afterlife. And, Teri here was probably able to see him because she was rather close to crossing over."[/color]
He grimaced at the thought, and turned back to the Cleric, [color=eca222]"If I didn't give your Aura a jumpstart, you probably wouldn't be with us. I'm.. I'm glad that I was able to beat him to the punch."[/color]
He leaned over, one of his hands gingerly moving a bit of hair out of her face, brows knitting together, [color=eca222]"Just.. I know you're going to be doing dangerous things, since you're working here and all. But, can you at least promise me you'll pick your battles a little more wisely from now on? I would prefer you stay in the Med Bay as an employee, rather than a patient..."[/color]

Teri gave a little nod to Luke's request, but a mischievous grin began to slowly appear on her face as a thought came to mind. The next thing she knew, the words tumbled out before she could stop herself, [color=0E59E4]"Maybe I like the special treatment."[/color]
Luke's eyebrows shot up momentarily in surprise, and began to laugh, relief finally allowing itself to worm it's into his system, [color=eca222]"You're doing better than I thought. Funny, I never took you for the type who liked Nurses... Or do you just like being waited on hand and foot?"[/color]
The Cleric wiggled a little in her bed, propping herself up with her pillow before answering back, [color=0E59E4]"Hmn... I'm leaning a little towards the latter."[/color]
[color=eca222]"Ah, I see. However, I daresay, it's a little more difficult for me to do that when you're confined here, isn't it? Besides, there's much more you can do when you're up and around. Perhaps... I need to give you an incentive to stay out of here? [small]Baring your normal employment of course.[/small] I would vastly prefer you come back in one piece."[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"..? An 'incentive'?"[/color]
Before she could say anything else, the devil-in-disguise had started to close in - slow and deliberate; his eyes looking into hers, silently testing the waters, searching for a clue to see if this was what she wanted. Not that he needed much further prompting, for the Cleric closed the distance, a fluttering feeling in her chest (also noted by a quicker tempo of the heart monitor). It was short, sweet, and (by her opinion) over far more quickly than she would have liked; but it was genuine, something that the Cleric appreciated more than anything. When he pulled away, his head gestured to a desk on her opposite side, [color=eca222]"If you feel yourself ready to get up and move, your equipment is there. I'll give you some time alone now.. You know where to find me, should you have the time."[/color]
And like that, he was gone; leaving the Cleric alone in her little "room".

Rising Dawn: Medical Bay Teri, Garm, Angelus

After Luke and Garm had left from the curtain that covered her bed, Teri took a moment to give her morning prayers, and began with getting herself out of bed. Carefully, and with a precision she had worked hard to gain, removed the varying instruments from her arm, her Aura lending to healing over the small pinpricks they left behind. Following that, she went through the slow process of carefully placing every bit of her equipment on (which she noticed was freshly cleaned. Luke's doing, no doubt); something Slindis and Rugal had stressed many times. Not that she could really blame them - after what had just happened, it was likely that some of the enchantments had kept her alive. After a couple minutes to double check herself, as well as grabbing Sadei, who had been gently rested against her bed, it was time for the Cleric to resume her duties as - *BANG*
Oh hell, that was the sound of a bullet shot, wasn't it?

Teri pushed out of her (former) curtained off bed to find a standoff between Elise and Dolores, Garm looking decidedly tense; which didn't surprise her, given that she herself had heard the gunshot not a second before. She took a quick scan of the Med Bay as Elise began to tell of Dolores for her misfire, seeing as she was right in one respect - if a stray bullet hit anyone, it'd spell trouble. To her delight, however, she did see Doom - distinctly not dead! Unfortunately, given the gravity of the situation, she could not celebrate that victory just yet. Her primary objective at the present moment was to find where the bullet had landed.

Garm on the other hand, felt an itch in his nose. Something different from the usual smells of clean, chemical, strong that he'd associate with the Med Bay (especially given that he usually wasn't allowed to enter it), had piqued his interest. It was sweet, sickly, very similar to the scents of chocolates or candies he had smelled around his human companions. Of course, Teri always told him that chocolate was bad for "K-9s" (which as he understood it, was some human word for wolves and dogs), and as such, he never desired it. But, to smell it in a place such as the Med Bay? Very curious indeed.

As all of this was going on, Angelus found herself at the entrance of the Med Bay, distinctly confused about what was going on. She had gone there to check up that strange Dolores woman she had dragged in the day prior, only to see her up and about; as well as holding a gun? She tried to keep a calm posture, and cleared her voice to get Dolores' attention, "I see you've made a markedly quick recovery. Not that such a thing is unheard of here, but I was a little surprised given what you told me about yourself. So... Care to tell me what's going on? The picture painted here isn't the most kind."

Rising Dawn: Living Quarters Caim

Caim woke early to the sound of moving bed-springs. After taking a few minutes to open his eyes, he saw that his companion had long left their quarters. With a grumpy sigh, the warrior got up and did his usual morning routine: a selection of stretches and exercises to warm up, followed by a short work out routine to ensure his body was in tip top shape. After that, a quick shower and it was time to suit up. Each piece of equipment - undershirt, padding, chain mail, arm-guard, breastplate; he knew the order like they were his extensions of his body, a layer of skin that he was seldom without. Finally, a quick inspection of his family sword, checking for knicks or bits of blood that threatened to create rust. Ah, right, it was cleaned the night before. Good.

With Angelus gone, Caim was essentially left to his devices on the ship; his first thoughts flitting to his sister. Was she still doing alright? He hadn't really seen her since the last mission, so it couldn't hurt, right?
-one quick trip later-
After taking a short period of time, Caim had finally found himself outside the room Furiae had stationed herself at... Only to encounter one David West at the door.

Rising Dawn: Canteen/Bar: Luke, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg

Following the end of his nightly vigil, Luke quietly ambled his way to the Canteen and took up his usual spot at the bar; relieving a selection of imps from minding the bar in his absence. Thankfully, they also managed to clean up a majority of the mess left behind from previous patrons (and perhaps a bit from Rugal's late night bender). Thus, Luke was now free to begin the usual prep work. He began placing a few glasses on a rack and into a refrigerator, and checked the supply of syrups and sour mash following that. After everything seemed accounted for, all that was left was to begin fruit prep. Sure, it was something of a tedious task initially, but Luke found that after he did it enough times, he could find something of a rhythm to engage in, almost meditative like in quality.

While the bartender worked, a much younger duo also entered the Canteen. A metallic, cat sized, turtle-dragon looking creature fluttered in. Atop his back, a bipedal, green lizard looking creature sat, wearing a brown robe and baring an eclectic set of equipment; a knife in one hand and a lantern in another. The duo sat down at an empty space at the table, the decidedly more draconic of the two asking, "So, what chu want for breakfast, Ton Ton?"
The little lizard paused, and after a moments thought, added, [color=15650D]"Hmn... Let me think... I think eggs and bacon sound good. A little bit of toast couldn't hurt either, I think the Mistress says that 'Carbs are good for energy'."[/color]
"Oh, that's a good point! Now where is one of the - oh, excuse me Mr. Impidoo? We'll both have a plate with Eggs, bacon, and some toast. And please go light on the spices! Thank yoooou~!" After the Imp wandered off with order in hand, Cadolbolg's attention was diverted to the... "Lively" discussion at the table, and wondered aloud, "I kinda feel like we missed something..."

Texas Joker 52 · Dec 21, 2015

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Ship's Hallways
"These people really don't like kids!"
Farber | Katya Rostikova | First Lieutenant Dolores Selmy

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There are a few things that set street urchins apart from your average, run-of-the-mill pint-sized brat. Some would automatically point out the fact that they were either abandoned or orphaned children as one of those differences, and that would certainly be largely true. Others would mention that they were often far below the poverty line, living off of stolen scraps to survive and taking odd jobs for shifty people to get through the day-to-day. This was also, almost invariably, true. But it wouldn't be the most pertinent difference.

Namely, street urchins were really good at running away. They had to be if they were going to be street urchins for very long, and Farber considered himself one of the best, even as he heard the shouts behind him. He didn't really pay attention as he bobbed and weaved through the scant crowd of people in the hallways, and part of him wondered just where he was. The walls looked weird, the floors didn't feel like proper stone or tile, and the magic lights in the ceiling just looked wrong!

But for the most part, he was just thinking that these jerks couldn't possibly catch him, even as he knocked over someone that was carrying something iron, and then ducking through a serving cart. Then he heard the loud blasts behind him. The little Ish instinctively covered his head with his hands and ducked a little lower to the ground. They were trying to use magic on him! A little kid!

All he knew as he ran was that she wasn't hitting him, and he grinned a little to himself as he looked back at her.

"You can't aim your magic to save your life!" he taunted obnoxiously.

The idea of anyone trying to deliberately miss him with any kind of attack was laughable. If someone tried to use magic on a street rat like him, they made sure to try and hit. Then again, whatever magic she was trying to perform wasn't familiar to him, and it didn't sound like a crossbow of any kind.

When he spotted a doorway marked with a glowing red cross overhead, he wondered if that was meant to be some kind of study. Was the cross as magic symbol here? Regardless, he ducked low into the doorway and hoped no one would spot him.

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The moment he was inside, he could tell from a glance that he hadn't run into a study at all, but some kind of clinic. But he didn't waste time gawking at the unfamiliar scenery and instead dropped down to the ground and rolled underneath the vacant bed nearest the doorway, then reached up and grabbed onto the frame. There was another moment when he realized that his tail was still poking out underneath the bed frame. Reaching down, he grabbed it and gently placed the end between his teeth and just barely bit down.

He heard another bang, along with the voice of the woman who was chasing him.

"Alright you little shit, you're gon... Well, this is awkward, da ze."

She began to sound more than a little confused, and Farber had to stifle a quite giggle through his tail as she asked about something called a "sidearm". Whatever that was. Another feminine voice called out, and he was starting to wonder just how crowded this place was.

"Forgive me love, but..."

There was a pause, a quick thud, then the voice spoke up again.

"Now, what brings you to come along and fire your gun into a place like this? You could of severely injured poor Ruby over there, or killed the patients resting here. I'm giving you a chance to defend yourself, because honestly ... this is unacceptable behavior dear."

Patients? Then it was some kind of clinic or hospital. Just where was he? The weather was all wrong, the people didn't look quite like proper Ish, and the weird things he'd seen definitely told him he wasn't home anymore.

There were footsteps and a new voice joined in, another woman.

"I see you've made a markedly quick recovery. Not that such a thing is unheard of here, but I was a little surprised given what you told me about yourself. So... Care to tell me what's going on? The picture painted here isn't the most kind."

He grinned a little wider to himself. The lady that was chasing him was clearly getting a talking to, and he was glad to hear it. But with yet another addition, he had a problem. He was hiding in the middle of a crowded room, so how was he going to get away without being seen, especially since this was a clinic? Healers were bound to be in and out a lot.

The little Ish's grin was short-lived when he realized that he was in big trouble, and he didn't know how to get out of it.

Crud...

bluerocker · Dec 21, 2015

Also, something myself and Ninjamedic discussed was the possibility of putting a "Nonlethal" modifier on some spells, on account of this character's proclivity towards not killing people. These will be marked with [NL]

Effectively, Teri's caster level is 8 (Monk levels don't make you cast better), and gains bonus spells from her Wisdom modifier up to 4th level spells.

6 |0-level spells per day
4 + 1 |1st Level + 1 of Either Domain per day-1st Level Domain Spell
3 + 1 |2nd Level + 1 of Either Domain Per day - 2nd Level Domain Spell
3 + 1 |3rd Level + 1 of Either Domain Per day - 3rd Level Domain Spell
1 + 1 |4th Level + 1 of Either Domain per day - 4th Level Domain Spells

0 Level Spells
Create Water: Creates 2 gallons/level of pure water.
Detect Magic: Detects spells and magic items within 60 ft.
Detect Poison: Detects poison in one creature or object.
Light: Object shines like a torch.
Purify Food and Drink: Purifies 1 cu. ft./level of food or water.
Mending: Makes minor repairs on an object.

First Level Spells
Domain Spell: Cure Light Wounds: Cures 1d8 damage +1/level (max +5)
Entropic Shield: Ranged attacks against you have 20% miss chance.
Ice Slick: Creates a 20-ft. square of slippery ice.
Protection from Evil: +2 to AC and saves, counter mind control, hedge out elementals and outsiders.
Shield of Faith: Aura grants +2 or higher deflection bonus.
Shivering Touch, Lesser: Touch deals 1d6 Dex damage; reducing movement to enemy

2nd Level Spells
Domain Spell: Cure Moderate Wounds: Cures 2d8 points of damage +1 point per caster level (maximum +10).
Bull's Strength: Subject gains +4 to Str for 1 min./level.
Frost Weapon: Weapon gains the frost special ability +1d6 cold damage. [NL]
Healing Lorecall: [http://gaming.corellonshand.com/spells/HealingLorecall.html] Using Healing spells removes additional conditions with this buff in place.
Remove Paralysis: Frees one or more creatures from paralysis or slow effect.

3rd Level Spells
Domain Spell: Cure Serious Wounds: Cures 3d8 damage +1/level (max +15).
Aura of Cold, Lesser: Intense cold does 1d6 damage to enemies within 5 ft of caster. [NL]
Mass Lesser Vigor [http://gaming.corellonshand.com/spells/Vigor_MassLesser.html]: Gives a minor regen effect to up to 4 creatures at once (1 creature/2 caster levels).
Remove Blindness/Deafness: Fixes damage to eyes or ear, magic or mundane. Won't give you back an eye if you poke it out.
Shivering Touch: Touch deals 3d6 Dexterity damage; robbing them of mobility. Depending upon how well this is rolled, it can paralyze.

4th Level Spells
Domain Spell: Control Water: Raises or lowers bodies of water.
Panacea [http://dndhandbook.com/spell-index-dungeons-and-dragons-3-5/Panacea/]: Heals a variety of conditions, as well cures 1d8 points of damage + 1 point per caster level (maximum +20).
Summon Monster 4: Can summon a Lantern Archon, Celestial Giant Owl, Celestial Giant Eagle, Celestial Lion or a mephit of some kind (that is not evil aligned)

Additonal note: Teri can use a Reppuken [http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b392/Zakotsu/GMOTW_NG_Rock-GustPunch.gif] (a ground bound projectile) from level 1 and higher, and costs 12 seconds of recharge after it's use; or a Kaiser Wave [http://www.fightersgeneration.com/nx9/char/cvs2/rugal/a/special/rugal-cvs2-projectile3.gif] (large aerial projectile), from Level 4 and higher, and costs 24 seconds of recharge after use.

Caim's Sword 13:02

Crimson Hood 5:35

Guardian's Sorrow 10:40

Fheng's Glaive 3:29

Hymir's Finger 16:20

Knight's Vow 7:49

Slaughterism 9:49

Swordsmasher 15:35

Windsinger 3:45

On Loan to Angelus
Kingsblood 12:35

NotYetForsaken · Dec 21, 2015

Tainted Maiden
Location: Medical Bay | Rising Dawn
Some scars are deeper than the eye can see.

Dolores Selmy

"

o, to be honest... I'm not quite sure myself," I said. I watched Elise press closer, her red carapace made me uncomfortable. I always hated spiders. "I really don't know... please. The last thing I can remember is Katya dragging me to shipping to receive her chocolates. Then there was this smoke bomb... and I.... I don't know the rest. I came to just now... here."

I shook my head. My eyes hurt, they felt dry and irritated. I strained against the webbing that held me. My legs and arms felt sore and tired, as if they had been battered.

"And I'd never do anything that would endanger Ruby. She's... I... I've known her a long time. Please. I'd never." I blinked hard, my eyes were tearing up from a combination of both the stress and the irritation. "Never, ever. Not in a million years would I raise arms against a Hero."

When Angelus came and questioned me most severely, I lost it. I could feel the streams of tears over my cheeks. My breath was erratic. I couldn't stop. Please, please. Someone help me. My voice choked in my throat and my chest compacted against the webbing. Suddenly my tears weren't the trouble. The bindings, they were too tight. I couldn't... my head. I... I was dying. I was going to die because I couldn't stop crying.

"I... can't..." I tried to say between deep gasps and tears. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, pounding in my head. My voice was high-pitched and squeaky. "Can't... breathe."

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