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

bluerocker · Oct 18, 2016

Diablo1099 said:
dis dude contributed too.

Texas Joker 52 said:
This person wrote some stuff. :3

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".......huh...I-...really wasn't expecting that to work...Want me to do yours next or..."

Caim would have slapped David at that moment. He really wanted to. He was practically dying to, in light of the events that had just occurred; after all - it's not often that a man confesses to dating one's sister and then do something so horrendously, borderline-suicidally stupid...then again, that was David West for you. Caim grabbed David by the scruff of his shirt, pulled him close and very pointedly mouthed, "We will need to talk. Later. Don't die" before the Irish gunman was unceremoniously dropped back on his feet. Caim tilted his head to allow for David's little "back-alley" collar removal procedure, his eyes closing in anticipation of a bullet misfiring and entering his neck, blood spilling out as he cursed an idio-*BANG!*

The gun went off, and the remnants of the collar were on the ground. With it's destruction, however, Caim could feel the sensation of fire in his veins singing once again, Angelus' mind tugging in the back of his. He smiled, the connection no longer blocked and absently 'reached' for her. The stifling silence from that a moment past was now gone, and in it's place was an incarnation of fire and smoke; of burning vengeance - he'd see her again soon. Caim waved off for David to rejoin the group and dashed for Nadalia, the oncoming steam making it harder and harder to see. Finding the Bride of Ash, Caim jerked her shoulder with a free hand and animatedly gestured towards the direction of the little group growing by the other end of the hall. Not receiving much of a response in return, the Warrior gave an audible sigh and shook his head before diving back into the fog caused by the steam.

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Following being dragged down the hallway by Mio, Teri tried to gasp out a "Wait!" or "Hold on!" to her friend, but to no avail - she was already pulled along, Bruiser, Bison, David and Caim (the last two missing their collars) joining. The most notable, however, was that there was a young woman sauntering over to the group. She was clad in a very brightly colored bikini, wavy blonde hair and a cocksure grin. In a very nonchalant manner, the young woman had fired a burst with one of the Guard's weapons at one of the staff, bringing them down in a heap of metal, blood and oil in a manner of ease - one that reminded Teri of the mute in their party. Were it not for the prison setting, the young Cleric would have sworn she had walked straight off a beach looking for some fun; which brought her attention to the most notable aspect about her - the lack of a collar. It was then that the sprinklers came on, dousing Nadalia's flames and creating a heavy mist; the sounds of additional mechanical reinforcements filled the air and an idea hatched in the Cleric's thoughts. Pulling herself away from Mio's grip, the Cleric ran to the strange young woman, her eyes pleading as she stammered out, [color=0E59E4]"Excuse me - I don't mean to be rude, but some crazy shit is going down, and I really need you to get this collar off me. Do that and I'll help you get out - I know magic and I'm a healer."[/color]

The Space Convict's smile didn't so much as dim for an instant as she turned to look at the woman who stepped forward first. She looked pretty rough and tumble herself, having wrapped her hands in rags presumably so that she could punch something without hurting herself so much. The fact that she mentioned that she used magic and can heal people though was weird, but really, it was par-for-the-course for the way the day was turning out. After all, less than an hour ago she was sharing a cell with a ghost and their boxed-up remains, said ghost turned into a giant mace-wielding skeleton, and some chick turned the halls into a furnace before popping in a big-ass knight. Weird was kind of understating today.

"Sure, gimme a sec and I'll get that collar off-a ya." she said with an almost sing-song tone to her sultry voice.

Taking a few steps closer, she bent down a little to get a better look at the collar and, fingers of one hand dancing over the surface, it popped off with a click, along with a slow series of beeps. Bending to pick it up, she ignored the rapidly increasing beeps and threw it in the direction that power-armored asshole had gone after his cloak malfunctioned.

When the collar came off, the Cleric gasped like a drowning man tasting air for the first time. Hands grasping at a now free neck, the young woman rasped [color=0E59E4]"Thank you"[/color] to B.C. as she began to feel the previously suppressed effects return to her. The sound of water rushed in her ears, and a happy, kind, sorely missed sensation began to grow. It started in her chest, and spread from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. It was a gentle warmth, akin to getting a hug from someone after they've been away on a long trip, or having a cup of hot cocoa after a rainy day. The love that the Cleric feared was lost was never gone - it's aftereffects were merely suppressed, held down by a cruel device.

It's first manifestation was in her Aura, shooting outward in an invisible field 15 feet around the Cleric. Those caught in it's path began to feel their wounds closing; the nasty effects of fatigue and bruising melting away and being replaced with a warmth in their bones. The next step, was when the Cleric grabbed BC's hand and gently tugged her along to the rest of the group. Calling over her shoulder with a nervous edge in her voice, she began with, [color=0E59E4]"Thanks again! I-I'm Teri, by the way. You'll learn everyone else's name soon enough, I'm sure!"[/color]

After she pulled BC closer to the main party, the Cleric's eyes darted about to figure out what to do next. Her aura was good, but trouble was coming in on mechanical tentacles, and they needed to be ready to wade into melee - at least, some of them were. Scanning over their heaviest hitters, the first set of chants came easily enough. The familiarity of a healing incantation filled the Cleric's mind, and even without her holy symbol, this was one that was able to be cast. Point to the members of the group that were more of an "in your face" inclination (read: Caim, Bison, Bruiser, and Mio), another surge of healing energy filled them as she called out, [color=0E59E4]"Oh, Lord - I call to thee, grant these warriors four your Vigor!"[/color] In a manner akin to the Aura, the bodies of those affected noted a sudden OOMPH in their wounds, Bruiser and Bison's being the most notable in closing up after their abuse in the cells. However, this was not the end of the Cleric's work. With the water raining down on all of them, another idea hatched in her mind. Mio, while showing prowess with her blade, was probably the most "mundane" of the group in the Cleric's eyes, and after showing such care for her well being, Teri saw fit to try and pay back the favor. Waving a hand over the wet blade, Mio's sword gained an icy shimmer, almost as if she had left it in the frost overnight. With a smile at her handiwork, Teri gave Mio a weary smile, [color=0E59e4]"It'll last for about half a minute, make it count!"[/color]

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Spell slinging! Teri dropped two buffs - for Caim, Bison, Bruiser, and Mio, they get Lesser Vigor, Mass [https://dnd.arkalseif.info/spells/spell-compendium--86/vigor-mass-lesser--4729/]. What this does is that those affected get fast healing 1, enabling them to heal 1 hit point per round until the spell ends and automatically becoming stabilized if it begins dying from hit point loss during that time. Think of it like a weaker version of her aura, only they don't need to stick close to her. It lasts for 18 rounds (114 seconds/ 1 minute 54 seconds). Because of Augment Healing, the first "round" gives 7 points of healing, the rest being at 1 point per round.

Mio, however, gets an additional buff. Frost Weapon [http://alcyius.com/dndtools/spells/frostburn--68/frost-weapon--1312/index.html] - which is exactly what it sounds like; it grants a magical ice magic effect to her sword. Lasts for 48 seconds.

Time till next 2nd level spell - 18 seconds
Time till next 3rd level spell - 24 seconds

Generic NPC 22 · Oct 21, 2016

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If it had been the goal of the Rising Dawn crew members to not only avoid a conflict with Ross' Raiders but also impress them, both ARES-35 and Viscus could consider their objectives completed. The sound of armor piercing explosive tungsten slugs breaking the sound barrier echoed down the hallway for roughly four minutes and forty-five seconds as Sargent Ross maintained a perimeter around the room, not so much for ARES' and Viscus' sake so much as his desire to keep his men and women from being ripped limb from limb by a horde of angry extra-dimensional beings.

"What in the fuck is that?" a soldier by the name of Ramirez blurted out in disbelief before firing an ineffective salvo of automatic fire at the ten foot tall, lizard-like, bipedal horned demon with the razor sharp claws. The creature roared in annoyance before getting hit in the head by one of Sargent Ross' MAC rounds.

"Maintain the perimeter, Ram," The Sargent ordered before re-entering the weapon's storage room just in time to watch as the "human-looking non-human woman" somehow managed to massage Private Lafferty's heart back to life. The woman coughed loudly as she sucked air into her lungs for the first time in ten minutes. Comparing the private's previously terminal status to her current one, the unlucky Sargent was rather thankful that he had opted to negotiate with the female humanoid rather than shoot her on sight, as were his standing orders, his thankfulness doubling upon spotting the matte grey power suit, Viscus, that entered the room, keen on grabbing as much tech as he could.

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[Viscus Mark 3. Armor : Online : I *live* again!]

" It blared loudly, making a grand entrance.

"[small]What's this world coming to when a woman claims not to be human and a robot claims to live...[/small]" Sargent Percy muttered to himself as he eyed the woman that had saved Private Lafferty's life.

"Hmph. My old employers used to think we were so different... I don't see how. The human body is like a biological machine in a way. All it's parts working together like gears in clockwork to make you function. She's not exactly awake yet, but her heart's beating and she's in stable condition. She'll live, provided you can get out of here before worse occurs to one of you." The armored woman stated in a rather neutral manner.

Between you and I, dear reader, this wasn't going to be the last time ARES and the crew of the Rising Dawn would run into Percival Ross and Ross' Raiders, but at that point in time, a future encounter seemed rather questionable given what was unfolding around the prison. While the prison guards had been able to suppress the uprising in some of the cell blocks, namely the ones that contained creatures that couldn't breathe outside of their own atmosphere or ones that contained beings that were inherently pacifistic, others had grown out of control.

"This is all pretty strange but..." Ross started to say before being interrupted.

"Think it strange all you want, I do have to apologize for hurting your friend there. It wasn't my intention, all I wanted was to get my restraints off. Pretty inhumane to line control collars with explosives, you think? That said, looking over the files on the personnel your employers did manage to capture... I've got rescue coming, in addition to the riot. Of course I don't know that for sure, but it's not like the crowd I associate with to leave anyone behind. It would be rather wise to make yourselves scarce as soon as possible." ARES advised pragmatically.

Percival Ross signed the weary and tired sigh. Another job that he had chosen where the employer wouldn't be able to pay him, however, there was something of even bigger importance than his own survival on the line.

"Can't do that." Sargent Ross stated in a rather flat manner, "If what you're saying is true, that the prison is under full scale riot, that means that we've got thousands of beings that have been treated the same way as you and your friends, meaning we've got thousands of beings that are rather angry and once they finish tearing this facility apart, I don't think that they're going to stop."

Ross paused for a moment to let his meaning set in. If kidnapped extra-dimensional beings took control of the prison, given their relative isolation from the remainder of the population, it was highly unlikely that they would differentiate between the World Marshall and the World at large.

"So... either we've got to secure the prison or..." Ross paused again, this time for an entirely different reason.

"Do you hear that singing?" He asked loudly.

"[color=3897E0]

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Singing...? I can search for sources of audio in the immediate vicinity...

[/color]" Dimitri's disembodied voice responded as he began to scan the hallways, "[color=3897E0]

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Subjects detected.  Displaying on screen now.

[/color]"

"Oh that's just wonderful." Ross said as he viewed just about the cutest little robots ever conceived, each one holding a turret in their blade-like arms.

GM's Note: said:
FILLER MATERIAL!!

EVE Specs:
Armor: Titanium Alloy
Weapons:
- Hidden Arm Mounted Plasma x2 (Long Range)
- Blade Arms x2 (Short Range) - Robot's torso will begin spinning very fast when in use.

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Escapist Avatar Adventures | Pocket Dimension
Paradisus
Antoinette de la Trou | Benedict Warrington | Katya Rostikova | Lucieon

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Unlike her younger companion, the foul mouth yet charmingly innocent Katya Rostikova, Antoinette had remained silent for the exchange of introductions between her companions and the Loathed, Lucieon Cazzemello Sato di Roma, her face betraying none of the conflict of emotions that battled in her mind. While there were a number of undead that rallied on the side of the Blasphemer's Brigade, some of whom were not so decomposed as to make poor bed mates, the name Lucieon Cazzemello Sato di Roma sounded rather... Roman. In her and Benedict's world, Rome was the center of the Universe, the first city blessed by the Father and the capital of his lands. From there the Father's puppets ruled in his name, killed under his name and ensured that the world suffered under his name. While Luceon had sheathed his blade, Twit kept her's in hand.

"I am Lucieon Cazzemello Sato di Roma. I have no other titles, but many simply call me 'the Loathed.'" The Stinker said by way of introduction, "Though I would be more considerate of not raising a commotion. Beasts of the dark frequent planes like these and more often than not find the flesh of young women sweet."

"[small]Something tells me that's not the only sweet thing out here,[/small]" Twit's companion whispered in her ear before taking the liberty of making introductions, "I'm Katya Rostikova, the Priest over there is Padre Eatadick..."

"Benedict..."

"That's what I said Padre Eatadick... and this is Twit." The 18 year old Eccentric Little Girl concluded before indulging in her curiosity, "You said something about beasts? What are we talking about? Cthulhu? Gozer? Domo-Kun?"

"And there are monsters here made of tentacles. Though they are not so palatable as the ones conceived in material planes." Lucieon responded as he "walked" up to Benedict, "And to you, priest. I would say that you are correct. I am indeed what you speak, a walker of planes - though I am not a Planeswalker. I am undead..."

"GODDAMIT!"

"and in being unbound from the laws of time, I can travel between timelines easily. Though, being so immaterial I am wont to become lost during long forays, as I have done so just now." The visitor to Antoinette's pocket dimension continued, ignoring Katya's curse, before drawing a small golden string, "I have part of my soul tethered to my home plane, just for occasions like this. If you wish to tag along, I will not mind this one time. I have already been defeated in my quest. Though know that my plane is not that same that any of you three call 'home.' Though different, it is more hospitable than this infinite darkness populated by abstractions of nightmares. There is food, water, light, and women or boys depending on your fancy. At any rate, you will be better able to coordinate your planes walk back to the Rising Dawn in relative comfort."

Antoinette's eyes widened as the darkness was shattered, though it was not from anything that Lucieon had done by ripping the trio from her shadow realm, rather it was the sight of their new surroundings that brought the woman's emotions to the surface for she'd never seen a place such as this, a place of such natural beauty. A breeze whipped over Antoinette's skin, bringing with it a delightful coolness that brought bumps to her smooth skin.

"Hey Twit... you cold?" Her young companion asked with a mischievous grin on her face.

"A little... why?" Came a voice filled with suspicion

"Because you look like you could cut some glass with those nip..." Katya quipped, her fingers closing in on Antoinette's chest and coming perilously close to being lopped off by the sword still clutched in Twit's hand. A voice cut in between the two as Lucieon continued his dimensional tour.

"Though home it is, it is still under the influence of that accursed Lord. And know that I play no host. Once there I will leave you at the whims of my old master, the Librarian Maria." Lucieon gave a genuine chuckle after he said that name, "Try not to comment on her appearance. She's rather sensitive about her... girth."

"Librarian?" Katya's voice questioned, dripping with the thought of a shy, young woman bereft of inhibitions in the darkness of her own room, at least that was Antoinette's interpretation.

"You spoke of that accursed Lord, surely you don't mean the Father?" Benedict queried, his voice filled with worry. He could not sense the presence of the Morning Star in this realm and without it his infernal patronage, the two blasphemers would be easy prey for even the weakest ranking member of the Host. The man paused for a moment, his eyes closed as he reached out with his senses, attempting to sense his former patron, "No... not that Father. Perhaps you'd better speak of this Lord while you lead us to your Master."

Taking a guess at the direction, Benedict started on the path that would lead the trio towards the Librarian, Maria, and her home. Katya followed not too far behind, leaving Lucieon and Antoinette standing alone for a moment. As Lucieon turned to follow, the Apprentice Soldier stopped him.

"A moment if you will, Monsieur Cazzemello Sato di Roma, I never thanked you for leading us out of the darkness. Had you not appeared when you did, I'm afraid finding our way home would have been beyond my abilities." The woman stated, her voice making it apparent that she loathed to admit her shortcomings. Sheathed her weapons, the woman offered her guide a simple bow, "Merci, Monsier Lucieon. I owe you a debt of gratitude that I shall endeavor to repay."

With those words spoken, she hurried off to catch up with her companions.

Silence · Oct 21, 2016

Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Canteen/Hangar
Diana | Others

As the crew was called to the hangar for briefing, Diana thought about joining them or not joining them for a while. Her feet carried her towards the hangar however. Still, she was lazy enough to come in well after Major Rhodes speech had already started, and as furious and impressive it was, Diana still just yawned. Another change in leadership? It was odd.

After hearing the assignments however, Diana decided to join in the mission, because of one thing and one thing only: Being allowed to just destroy. And what better part for her to play than joining the anti-air team, to directly target the ones responsible for her long delay in the previous encounter.

Her lips still red, she joined the group, without saying anything.

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"Why hello there! I hope you don't mind, but I overheard that you all are planning on gettin' outta here. Mind if I... Tag along?" a female voice sounded from behind Mio. She turned immediately, and froze. This was ... hot. Before her stood a very lightly clothed young woman with a sultry grin. "The name's Bombshell Carrie! Pleased to meetcha!"

Mio raised her arm as a greeting, before realizing she still had the sword in it, and lowering it again. She grinned back, however, clearly looking B.C over several times. "Someone like you always can tag along, Bombshell." she answered, before Teri spoke to her, asking her to take off the collar. Which she did, in a gracious manner. At least in Mio's mind.

"You can take mine off, too. Don't hold back! Fondle it off me!" she said, after this was done. "I mean, I would like the accessoire, but only if it would not have a chance of exploding."

In the meantime, Teri was able to use her healing magic again, and Mio felt it, mostly in her previously injured legs. She led out a pleased sigh. "Ahh, you are better than I thought, Teri." she said. "I feel warm and fuzzy near you. I wish this would never e ..."

Right then, someone shot at the group, but not having any good aim in this place, blatantly missed. As far as Mio could tell, it was a soldier, who now fumbled to get his sword out instead, hoping it would give him an edge. In the meantime, Teri waved her hand over Mio's sword, whose eye glimmered as she saw what she did. [color=0E59e4]"It'll last for about half a minute, make it count!"[/color]

"Thank you!" Mio called out, as she rushed towards the guard, of course taking another glance at B.C. before arriving in front of him. Now, he had armor, but his weapon training seemed much insufficient as Mio fought him straight, one-on-one. She seemed to dance around him and around his blows, only getting scratches, which healed instantly. Her own hits were far fewer, but every time she hit, she seemed to find a weak spot in the guard's armor. Of course, every time she hit the guard also got slower, the freezing blade doing its effect.

Finally, she gutted him, not even looking, instead blatantly staring at B.C.'s body again, before barely dodging a shot from other guards ahead. Mio quickly returned to the others. "Time to get moving, I guess!" she called out. "Lead me to my coat!"

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Avatar Adventures | The Airship: Rising Dawn | Anjali's Cabin
Night
Anjali | [color=5B9C64]Eddie the Dead[/color]

Anjali opened her eyes and rose from her wet, cold, bath. She looked up at Eddie as he was standing in her bathroom door and spoke: [color=5B9C64]"Ya know, people of this world usually bathe with their underwear off. Not that I'm complaining."[/color] Anjali did not know what to answer to this. It had been less of a bath and more of a ... sleep. And she felt like she had to be ready, for anything ... not that anything could hide in this bath, but instinct was instinct.

[color=5B9C64]"How are you adjusting? I saw you got yourself a new pair of clothes. I take it the crew hasn't given you trouble?"[/color] Eddie said, and Anjali smiled up to him after she had left the bath. "No, most of the crew was very nice to me." she answered. "Two little ... monster kids showed me the Rising Dawn. I hope I'm not getting lost here.
People seem much more accepting towards my ... condition, as well. I thought I was a freak, but it seems there are mostly freaks here." she let out a small laugh, then got serious again. "But I'm still not used to it. I eat ... raw meat. This is weird. But I felt like I had to. And then ... there were these two people - I think they were faeries, but only kind of? - they only spoke in riddles, and showed me weird dreams. Something like a bond towards the Rising Dawn, but also ...

it's not normal here to just torture little faeries, right? Even if they can be summoned again? We are the good guys, right? Not just ... I don't know. I don't really like violence.
But I'm sorry, I'm talking far too much."

Anjali now seemed to realize she still had not put on her uniform, and she took it off the curtain, having to stand on the toilet seat to get to it. "How are you doing, Eddie?" she asked. "What is your role here, anyways?"

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Oct 21, 2016

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Viscus wasn't really tuned into the discussion, instead he was busy going though the technology that his captors had managed to secure and picking out what best suited his current armor.
While it was an older model, his AI still had plenty of data on it's functionality, as well as what improvements he made in later versions.
But as he was picking out a model of flamethrower for his left arm's sub weapon, the singing began to get his attention, prompting him to slowly turn and face the oncoming killer, but cute robots.

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[...]

A sense of confusion began to wash over Viscus as he stared back at the incoming enemies, then to his "Allies".

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[....Threat level: low]

He then dismissed the machine before returning back into the lab they had just escaped from.
5 paces in and 3 to the right, he then plunged his fist into the wall, prompting a surge of electricity to crackle throughout the room as he ripped out one of the EM field emitter bars that had been used to keep the area on lockdown.

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[All units: remain behind me at all times : I will mark deployments of the EM weapon with the prompt "Firing" : Manage your configurations accordingly to prevent hardware and software failure]

He explained to the group as he broke off pieces of it and bent it into a crude staff of sorts.

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[Firing weapon in 3...2...1]

He then announced before walking into the enemies path, using his armor's power source in order to fire off a wave of electromagnetic energy down the hall, like some mechanical mage.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Oct 22, 2016

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As the riot began to grow and the body count began to rack up, there was one soul in the battle that was rather unconcerned with the bloodshed around him.
"Dammit, where is my crown?!" Leoric languished as he haunted the battlefield, searching for the last remains of his kingdom and mortality amidst the fog of war.
He phased though friend(?) and foe alike in his search, unable to find his precious crown whist David and Caim barged right though his spirit.
"WATCH YOUR PATH! YOU ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF ROYALTY!......Wait, no, please come back, I can't find it anywheeeeeeeereeeeeeeee!" He yelled before whining like a banshee, not exactly happy with the notion of his "Freedom" being limited to be trapped in the embrace of undeath for all eternity.

Speaking of David, fresh off his confession to Caim and Teri's healing aura, he was feeling a LOT better about their odds of getting out of this situation alive.
Spraying a few weapon bursts at the HENTAI units, he shouted to his comrades "Try and get more cells open if you can, we need the extra numbers or we'll be overrun!"
With that, he began to open fire on the cell locking panels, attempting to get some more prisoners on their side.
"Anyone see the kid?! (Katya) I saw her get dragged off, where is she?" He then shouted to his friends, the mental image of what a bunch of insane Cybernetic Neo-Nazis might be doing to teenage girls behind closed doors being just as unappealing as it sounds.

Bruiser meanwhile was overwhelmed by the Heal Pulse Teri had just given off.
Months of torture and ill treatment just washed off his form, his arm was still missing but just the fact that he was even able to stand unassisted was quite the shock to his system, to the point where he nearly flat out collapsed from all the sensations that wasn't pain now being felt along his body.
Resting on his knees for a brief moment, he slowly stood back up before glancing over his body, as if still unsure about what he was seeing.
As such, he was the one that was able to see the HENTAI unit that was prepping to strike at them from one of the empty cells.

From Teri's point of view, suddenly a massive wall of muscle was racing towards her as the Machoke charged in her direction.
Time seemed to slow down as many painful memories began to arise from her mind, flashes back to that dark room and to that question she struggled with for so long: Fingers or toes?
But why now? Why would he attack her in front of everyone after all that happened? Was his soul really that corrupt? Was it all just an act?
She tried to find an answer to all this, right as the HENTAI unit behind her made it's move, launching itself at her from behind.
By instinct, she then dived to the side, the machine grasping at nothing but empty air whist the Machoke was able to get a rather nice helping of Revenge on his former tormentor.
His lone arm struck at the machine, screws and bolts going flying in all directions as it was flung back into the cell, shattering into steel plates and scrap upon impact with the wall, the force of which made the cell door slam shut afterwards.
The strangeness of his moment was not lost on either party as they shared an somewhat awkward nod of acknowledgement while the Pokemon took point.
Standing in front of the group, he then let out a feral Roar before charging at the robotic hoard, keen to even the score for all his suffering.

Bison, like his villainous friend, too was a little shook up from going from "Oh dear god, I'm on fire, it hurts so much, help me!" to "Right as rain" in the space of a few seconds.
Doubly so as the positive energy began to clash with his own negative energy, resulting in a rather conflicting sensation though the reaches of his very soul.
The former Presidential hopeful laid there for a moment, eyes wide as he realized the situation he was in.
As well as the fact that he was now free and able to get his revenge on-
*TWACK!*
That line of thought was soon veto'd by David as he rammed the butt of his rifle in Bison's face, the impact of which knocked his head back against the steel, quickly giving him a ticket to Sleepy Time Junction.
[color=0E59E4]"David!? What the hell!? I just healed him!"[/color]
"Oh spared me the lecture. After everything that happened today, he's earned that!" The sniper shot back as he hoisted the mad dictator into a fireman's carry before resuming his covering fire.

bluerocker · Oct 24, 2016

The Rising Dawn: Hangar Command Center
Time to get this show on the road!

Team 1 - Anti-Anti-Air
Alashi, Angelus, Cadolbolg, Diana, Icarus, Kalastryn,

Team 2 - Extraction
[color=356D60]Garm[/color], Melethia, [color=BA0025]Miia[/color], [color=49453a]Major Rhodes[/color], Rory, Ruby, Rugal, [color=c200]Slindis[/color],

Team 3 - Missile Cleanup
[color=00c863]Devon[/color],

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*TSK*Ghost*TSK*

, [color=15650D]Ton Ton[/color]

Mission Control
[color=FF5349]

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AI Vermilion

[/color] - Tactical Officer
Harold - Herald.

With Major Rhodes' speech delivered, the teams drawn up, and additional communicator rings distributed to those lacking, the PA system crackled before a familiar feminine voice began to speak, a display nearby showing a red, hooded figure on the screen, [color=FF5349]

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"This is AI Vermilion speaking. In light of recent events, I shall act as your tactical officer during this operation. User: Harold shall act my organic relay while you are on site."

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A meek looking G-corp grunt gave the Anti-anti Team a weak wave, before Vermilion continued, [color=FF5349]

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"Should any changes in available information or necessary tactical maneuvers be made, Harold will let you know. Now, I shall begin with the preparations for the commencement of our rescue mission....
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Airship Rising Dawn is being moved into position. All members of Team 1, prepare for launch into aerial assault in T Minus 2 minutes. All members of Teams 2 and 3, please remain on standby."

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Following Vermilion's short spiel, members of the varying crews began to run around here and there to do a number of tasks, such as clearing out the runways, beginning to make ready the drop pods for later parts of the mission etc; leaving the seven fliers to position themselves as necessary. Angelus, the large dragon that she was, had been instructed by varying members of the assisting crew to take point, the others following on either side of her wings. The purpose of this was threefold, the first being that would provide a wind break and allow the others to travel more efficiently; the second, an attempt to throw off the enemy radar, and the third (and perhaps grimmest of duties) to provide as a shield for the smaller fliers.

A loud noise rang overhead, a siren to gather Team 1's attention once more as Vermilion called out,

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"Airship Rising Dawn has been placed in proper assault position. Team 1, launch and engage!"

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It was a quick affair, a flurry of wings and magic to bring Team 1 to their designation. The smoky ruins of Denver remained below, the scent of the battle below entering the nostrils of the more scent inclined of the bunch. As they moved into position, the "sound" of a communicator ring activated, and the meek man's voice entered their minds over the rings' "link",

"Is this thing on..? Ah, it's working now. Hi, it's me, Harold! Um... According to Vermilion, you should start seeing some ground Anti-Air Units pretty soon. Keep on the lookout, they have a bad habit of sneaking up when you least expect it! Once you clear those things out, we can move the Dawn to get the Extraction Team in there. Good luck!"

Almost on cue, the sound of grinding metal and sirens filled the air, albeit muffled and distant. The darkness of the night was an inconvenience for a normal human being, but for a group of individuals with "special" talents; this was less so. A good thing too, as they began to see, a bit off in the distance, movement on the ground, the distant sound of whirring and-
"INCOMING!"

The small walking units, (pictured below)

had made their way towards our completely innocuous septet of flyers, their barrels spinning as a rapid fire of bullets began to shoot up, hoping to catch the fleshy under-bits of the stomach and wings.

GM Notes said:
Whew, sorry that took so long, kids!

Long and short of it, there's a bunch of mechs on the ground shooting up at you! Kinda jerkish of them, amirite? Anywho, feel free to flavor/flourish your character's departures from the Dawn as you see fit, and have fun working with the ground-bound anti-air. Just be careful, I hear their gatling guns are really rough on wings!

Texas Joker 52 · Oct 26, 2016

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It was a little odd, which was appropriate given the day's events, how the woman in front of her seemed to react whenever the collar was finally off of her. After a sharp gasp, B.C. could swear that there was a warm, subtle glow that started to emanate from her, and she realized that the light burns that she was starting to get from the nearby, dying inferno were starting to ease, along with the spreading headache that she had refused to acknowledge earlier. Then all of a sudden the Space Convict was being dragged behind this woman as she looked back with a grateful smile.

"[color=0E59E4]Thanks again! I-I'm Teri, by the way. You'll learn everyone else's name soon enough, I'm sure![/color]"

"Hey, no problem, just gimme a--Oh. What's this?" B.C. started, only for a glimmer of gold nearby on the floor to distract her.

It was an ornate crown, one that she had seen before very recently at that. Leoric's Crown. Bending down, she snatched it up with the barrel of her rifle. Examining it idly with a greedy smile, she flicked her wrist and managed to flip it up so that it landed jauntily on her head. As she did, she could hear the familiar voice of her former cellmate.

"WATCH YOUR PATH! YOU ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF ROYALTY!......Wait, no, please come back, I can't find it anywheeeeeeeereeeeeeeee!"

Pursing her lips, she whistled shrilly and grinned as she hopefully got his attention.

"Hey! Where's your crown, King Nothing? It's mine now." she called out, sticking out her tongue.

As she did, she noticed one of the others had raised a sword in greeting and realized it was one of the other women. In fact, she, like the rather heavily-wounded fire witch, was down an arm. But she didn't seem in the least bit concerned as she grinned and looked over B.C. with a look she was rather familiar with. Really, it was flattering.

"Someone like you always can tag along, Bombshell. You can take mine off, too. Don't hold back! Fondle it off me!"

At that, B.C. broke out into low, sultry laughter and shook her head before pulling away from Teri and bending down to take off another collar. As she punched a quick code into the collar itself, there was a nearby burst of gunfire that seemed to be woefully inaccurate, and when the collar popped off with a click and slow beeping, the woman she had freed was off to take care of the source of said gunfire.

She was quick, and only having the one hand didn't seem to be much of a disadvantage at all. She weaved between the guard's blows as she slashed with her sword at all the right places to bypass armor. What was really impressive, however, was the fact that she did so without so much as looking away from B.C.'s body, specifically her tits. Even as she gutted the guard with a flair, she just continued to eat the eye-candy that was the scantily-clad Space Convict.

"You know, a girl likes to be appreciated for her looks, but you might wanna focus on the guards instead of me. I'm probably still gonna be here even after they're dead." she pointed out with a giggle as she shook her head.

She started to turn back to Teri, opening her mouth to say something when a blue blur at the corner of one eye caught her attention, at the same time that a dark shape at the corner of the other did. Stepping back as the blue-skinned alien that had been tending to one of the more heavily-wounded inmates rushed past both her and the healer, she leveled her rifle at his target: A mechanical, tentacled shape that wouldn't have looked at all out-of-place in a space porno. And there were more not far behind it.

Focusing on the group of HENTAI units lagging behind, she let loose with a long, barely-controlled burst of gunfire and grinned.

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It didn't take long after she entered to be hit all-at-once by a sudden influx of thoughts, doubts, sources of jealousy, and even more from the various patrons of the Canteen. Reeling back at how overwhelming it was, the floating form of Sloth behind her abruptly dropped to the flood of the Canteen with a heavy thud, followed by a loud snore. The people here weren't mere mortals. Some of them were more. The bartender was a deity, while one of the patrons had a mental passenger that even Envy wasn't about to put up with, while others seemed to mentally scream their inadequacies to her, save a few.

[HEADING=2][color=FF5349]"Attention Crew. Please report to the main hanger for briefing."[/color][/HEADING]

The sudden, blaring announcement was enough to snap Envy out of her mental struggling, and she seemed to look around in disorientation for a few moments.

"[color=eca222]As entertaining as it all is, I think some of you may be a bit more interested in the briefing?[/color]"

The bartender gave her a pointed look as those that felt obligated got up and made their way out to get to the briefing. Envy stepped aside so that she was out of their way. Once those that were going to leave, left, Lucifer Morningstar directed his thoughts more coherently to her.

~[color=eca222]I am in no mood for your games. Why are you here?[/color]~

The Anthropomorphic Personification of Jealousy seemed to shrink a little as she walked up.

~You would have to ask Sloth, he was the one who felt he needed to come here.~ she told him, before looking down at the Vice's sleeping form.

It was quite the sight, really. He had been dropped in such a way that left his rear end hunched up into the air while one cheek pressed against the floor of the canteen and a growing puddle of drool started at the corner of his lightly-snoring mouth.

~Though, you'll have to ask him later...~ she continued sheepishly before she looked back up at Lucifer.

It gave the feeling of not so much being stared at as being stared through. For most, it would have been incredibly unsettling. Making her way to the bar, she sat awkwardly on one of the stools and wrung her hands in her lap. When she spoke next, she took care to focus solely on Lucifer, so there was no chance of anyone else catching anything she thought.

~... I suppose I should be asking you the same thing, Lucifer Morningstar. Why are you here? The Vices have a job to do here, but I don't think that you do...~ Envy told him, never once seeming to avert her gaze from him.

NotYetForsaken · Oct 27, 2016

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Homelands

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lucieon's story

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"My lonely heart yearns for the comfort of my children."

Lucieon closed his eyes and let the world around him ebb into his senses like flowing ink. The sun above was warm against his skin, and the twin moons of the heavens lingered low on the horizon, watching the sun jealously from behind the blue veil of open sky. He breathed in the air, it was cold with the sting of autumn. The grass here would soon dry and the hills of Candor would turn into a golden sea. Harvest time made him nostalgic. It reminded him of the vineyards of home, high in the mountains in the old city of Roma in the south. Autumn there was a gentle season full of good wine and fat game. That life seemed so long ago. He could not say whether he missed his mother and father, or his many sisters, or even the young boy that had once served as his faithful companion. He had forgotten their names to the ages and now he wondered if they even still lived.

"Merci, Monsier Lucieon. I owe you a debt of gratitude that I shall endeavor to repay,"

"Knowst the weight of thine words, woman," Lucieon replied. His rapier jingled lightly at his side when he took pace with the troupe.

Before them on the plain ringed by mountains lay a great glimmering city with walls that ran fifty meters high. They shone brightly in the afternoon sun, gleaming white limestone, layers upon layers as if built like a gargantuan cake. Lucieon smiled and thrust his hands forward as if to receive the entire city.

They could hear the clamor from this far out.

It was the din of carts and the roar of crowds. It was the wafting aroma of spices and cooking meats mixed with the acrid bite of industrial coke. It was the chimes of blacksmiths at work, it was the bustling of a million feet upon the earth. It was the creak of massive ornamental doors and the whipping winds against the banners high on four colossal bridges that connected the outer wall to that of the inner citadel.

From miles out they could feel that Candor was alive.

"Behold!" Lucieon cried as he set foot on a cobblestone road and joined a throng of travelers on their way to the capital. "This is Candor, in all it's beauty! A gleaming city with walls as tall as the greatest of wyrms, foundations as deep as the very core of this Earth, and a people as avaricious as they are kind!"

A few of the merchants on the road shot Lucieon some funny looks but kept to their business.

Lucieon turned to Katya, turned to Antoinette, and he turned to Benedict. "And behold the seat of power for that accursed church."

He turned and walked.

The winds bellowed past him as he did, but his voice cut through the roar of the world as a knife parts flesh. "Though, not the seat of the accursed Lord. Nay, her name here is whispered only in the darkest of shadows in the deadest of nights. And even then only to those who are privy to know of her existence.

Once I knew that creature as BlackHarte, a friend and a companion, but now I know of her truth. The nature of her being.
Her powers spans a thousand worlds, and then within each a million more. Her name here though, we call her the 'Great Mother.' Certain sects of magicians entertain the notion that it is through her that we were given the gift of sorcery and it is through her that our land was imbued with the phenomenon that we describe as 'mana.' But as I have learned in my travels, magic is a corrupting influence. Like a parasite, it sinks it's teeth into the world and begins to replicate. At first it seems beneficial, it has the ability to bend the laws of a world, but slowly it becomes clear that it only functions because it unravels the world as it works, making more of itself. Then like a virus, once it has taken over the entirety of a plane, it destroys it and sends itself toward other planes.

Damned BlackHarte had tapped into the natural cycle of magic and used it to her advantage. She molded it, rode it, and used it to extend her influence to a thousand worlds before sealing it all within a labyrinth so massive that I had only recently realized it's existence. We are her plaything, her toys, her possessions." Luceion drew his rapier and held it toward the sky.

"Though I have failed in my quest, I should not say that BlackHarte herself is so safe. Nay, though she might sit sheltered within a cocoon she calls a world, I will find a way to pierce it and once more claim the right given to all living things!"

He thrust the rapier through his own throat. Lucieon grimaced. "Even though I am undead, I should have perished and been cast into the aether before being reborn." His act bore no witness in the travelers besides the group. It was as if nothing had happened.

Indeed, nothing had, for Lucieon's rapier had never pierced the skin of his throat. Instead it had tore through his hood and gotten tangled in the straps of his bags. He sheathed his rapier. "What fool would wish for eternal life..."

The south gate of Candor received them well. The massive ornamental steel doors that rose thirty meters tall and at least fifteen wide were decorated in gold carvings of heroic stories. Knight slaying dragons, the workers building the walls, portraits of kings and queens. Guards were perched on ledges up high with catwalks crisscrossing high above the road, which now had turned from cobblestone to beautiful colored frescoes of the Candorian heroes. The suburbs outside the walls were filled with merchants and mercenaries, pilgrims and priests, and even refugees from far away lands.

There were merchants handing off their wares to gold-clad guards to be inspected. Wagons full of fruits and vegetables or bags of grain stacked three men high. There were pots and pans and heaps of silver and gold. Sprinkled here and there were flasks full of the most valuable spices won from the barren East by brave sailors warring with the island nations of Aecor, Terra, and Fira.

Lucieon scoffed at all of those commodities. The only thing he kept his eyes on were the carts holding cages filled with beastkin. Beautiful girls and boys pillaged from the Eastern frontier. They were the plainsfolk, wargs. Fox-kin beastkin that had gold eyes, beautiful tails and ears, and an obedient and amiable demeanor. The men made good laborers, the women good escorts, and the young ones bedslaves. Though their sensitivity to magic had made them prime candidates for Candor's own brand of magical bondage. Lucieon smiled to himself at the thought of his own involvement in the program. He had bred the most vicious traits out of the female wargs, kept them under his thumb with hormonal treatments and branded them to be loyal with his own form of runic control magic. The number he had killed by experimentation were beyond counting.

Within the sounds of Candor were deafening. Life seemed to just exist. And it was packed tightly within the towering white buildings and multi-story platforms that made the bulk of Candor's infrastructure. Bridges connected platform to platform, each supported by tens of square stone buildings. Everything held onto each other and rose high into the sky. The verticality of the city was staggering. Even the flat roads seemed to curve suddenly into taller platforms where even more market space existed. And above it all were the colossal bridges that linked the outer and inner walls. They were so big that buildings were carved into the pillars that supported it's arches. Buildings to large that they could by themselves be considered mansions or malls.

Here Lucieon motioned to the troupe and took them down the winding roads and alleys until they reached the very innards of Candor, the second wall that rose a hundred meters high. The citadel within held all of the noble houses and their manors, built into the side of a massive man-made mountain in the middle of the plain that had become home to the Candorians.

The gate was sealed shut and guarded heavily.

Lucieon leaned back against the wall of a shop and closed his eyes, "My master lies within those walls in the Imperial Palace. The library at the bottom floor. Unfortunately this is as far as I can take you. The Citadel runs some pretty nasty warding spells." He turned and looked longingly at the high walls. "I've sent for one of Maria's new apprentices to come out and receive you. But otherwise, this would be the last call for any further questions you'd ask of me before I go."

Kalastryn · Oct 27, 2016

The skies.
A less than relaxing flight.

Were it a simpler time than she found herself in now, Kalastryn would have found their flight thrilling. Before she had earned the favor of some far off deity, she always envied those who could fly. There was an inherent beauty in it, she thought. The freedom found in the defiance of gravity, the feeling of the breeze surrounding and rushing past you from all directions, unchained by any obstacle on the ground.

Now was hardly a time that allowed such a mindset to seem realistic. When you get right down to it, flight is just controlling in what direction, from what height, and at what speed you fall. Sure you may propel yourself so very high into the air, but you have to land eventually. It was a state in which with a wrong move you could fall to your demise at any time. This, coupled with the lack of cover aside from the size of Angelus' draconic form and anti air units made her feel quite vulnerable, despite her airborne agility.

As the anti aircraft units on the ground began to come into view of our winged warriors however, she began to worry less about herself and more about her companions, namely the largest target among them, Angelus. "Be ready, they'll see you long before the rest of us!" she shouted, not that she was far behind, but the whirling wind, especially with the steady beating of Angelus' wings was loud from so close.

She began to think over just how difficult it would be. There was value in occupying their attention, but they were supposed to deal with foes that had an advantage over them from their exposed positions on high. Wouldn't a better plan have been to clear the anti air forces from the ground prior to- no. If they were in respectable range to drop to the ground to deal with them swiftly, they would no doubt target the Dawn itself.

Kala could spend all day thinking about how things could be, it was just how she thought. Possibilities upon possibilities. The reality was this was the route they took, and they needed it to work. Though her former way of thinking did bring an idea to mind. "I'm going to split off here!" she said, and by the time the group had come into view Kala had dropped significantly in altitude. As much as she could very well try, she tried to keep her descent subtle, splitting from the group just before she thought they had been seen. Just in case however, she made sure to do it quickly, wrapping her wings around herself, and diving in a spin straight toward the ground.

While the weapons they were tasked with destroying would be hellish to be struck by, she figured that what she had said was true. Angelus was a much larger and more visible target. By the time gunfire rang out, she had righted herself and was gliding down to get a close look at what they were dealing with... and a closer shot for bolts of lightning to short circuit whatever they may.[footnote]For the GM(s) concerned, I mean to say with all this that when things begin to happen, Kala is going to be attempting to cast Lightning Bolts at the walking units, relying on Angelus and the others being a much more obvious target to hopefully gain an element of surprise to begin with."[/footnote]

Generic NPC 22 · Nov 5, 2016

Escapist Avatar Adventures | Pocket Dimension
Paradisus
Benedict Warrington | Antoinette de la Trou | Katya Rostikova | Lucieon

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Unlike his two younger companions, the former Priest, Benedict Warrington, was not enamored with the trio's new surroundings. As civilized as this town, Candor, appeared on the surface, the man felt that the town's opulence hid a rotten, wicked and black core. He left these thoughts unspoken, humble enough to not speak out against the home of the one who had rescued them from the abyss, but his expression expressed these thoughts well enough.

Just as their host, Lucieon, had ignored the more common wares, Bendict's eyes fell upon the unsightly scene of the caged beastkin, their pitiful demeanor dragging out well buried and guilt filled memories. How many of these cages had he filled in his service to the Father? Freeing these creatures would do little to make up for his past actions but they would go a long way to assuaging his guilt.

Benedict stopped as he felt a hand pressed against his chest. Looking down he half expected to see his apprentice blocking his path only to find the hand that stopped him had been extended from one of the cages. Looking inside, the former Priest's eyes met those of a Fox-Girl, her head shaking as if she had sensed his intentions.

"So cuuuute!" The younger of his two companions cooed as she spotted the scene, ignorant of the inevitable future that the beings in the cages were destined to suffer, "I think she likes you!"

"T'would be a far kinder thing for her not to be capable of that emotion," The Priest said, forcing himself to look away from the imprisoned slave.

"Huh?" Katya huh'd as Benedict passed her through the gates into the city.

The city proper was far more populated than the Blasphemer would have thought possible. He'd never seen so many souls jammed into one place. Even the streets of Rome seemed empty compared to the roads of Candor. The smells of freshly cooked, spiced meats clashed with the sounds of smells of human waste. The squabbling of merchants clashed with the sound of strange prayers to even stranger Gods. The former Priest found the experience as terrifying as he did exciting.

Walking through the streets of Candor, Benedict's mind wandered back to the familiar scene from the city gates. He thanked the Morning Star that they had not been human children. Were he a better man back then, he'd have spared himself his guilt now, though realistically, had he been a better man back then, he'd not likely be here now.

The group stopped at a set of interior gates and just as Lucieon had stated, he appeared to be unable to go further, not that Benedict was all that sorry they would be parting ways with their guide. He'd noted the expression on the undead man's face the moment they set upon those ... creatures in the caged.

"My master lies within those walls in the Imperial Palace. The library at the bottom floor. Unfortunately this is as far as I can take you. The Citadel runs some pretty nasty warding spells." Lucieon said as he turned and looked longingly at the high walls. "I've sent for one of Maria's new apprentices to come out and receive you. But otherwise, this would be the last call for any further questions you'd ask of me before I go."

"Yes, I have a question..." The Blasphemer said eyeing their departing guide, "What is the nature of this labyrinth you mentioned... or rather... what is this labyrinth? And if these worlds are imprisoned as you've said, does that not mean that you've not imprisoned us by bringing us here?"

For the first time since they entered the city, Lucieon suddenly found three sets of eyes looking at him, none of them particularly pleased.

"Wait... wut?" Katya asked, her brain unusually focused on a topic outside of its norm.

Orinon · Nov 8, 2016

The skies.

Icarus was a Natural Flyer; the freedom of spreading your wings and seeing the earth below you, to be unattached to the ground, There was no greater feeling.
Icarus wasn't flying for amusement this time, His whole body was tense. Anyone close to him could feel an electrical vibration around him, there was a sense that if one were to touch him they'd get a dangerous shock. He stayed in formation with the other fliers, Specifically he was behind The Massive Red Dragon Angelus. As they approached he noticed the Devil Woman Kalastryn had started to descend, they must be getting close. He attempted to clear his own mind and viewed himself as a patch of clouds just a soft, gentle cloud, Before long he appeared to fade away thanks to an illusion.

There were many people In prison quite a few he had become friends with, and while no one told him explicitly, he knew he had made several mistakes in the fight with Bison, the fact that he had been rendered unconscious and had to be dragged away proved that.
Whatever he did he couldn't let them down, not again. He Kept his eyes open for Hostile Aircraft's. Despite Some warnings he felt like he was back to full strength, And he'd need to have energy to spare if he planned on not only taking out threats in the sky but then joining the rescue team when this was done. He had His partner The Twilight Dragon ready to summon into a gauntlet, he had a minor curiosity: if giving Cadolbolg a charge made him grow up significantly, what would it do to someone like Angelus?

NotYetForsaken · Nov 13, 2016

Delirium
Location: Rising Dawn
Travel lightly in both things material and immaterial.

Saren Selmy

Saren was walking down one of the halls in the upper deck of the Rising Dawn alone. Laeta had taken Lola away to the training rooms for her physical therapy session and now the youngest of the three sisters was left to entertain herself in the warship as it descended into combat airspace above Denver. Saren let her fingertips drag along on the surface of the walls as she walked. She could feel the thin breath of the ship as she walked. She could hear it creak and strain, tremble against the whirling winds. She could hear the beating heart, the fuming heat of it's reactor and engines. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could smell the history of this ship, it's shifting hallways, the stains of blood and sweat. She could almost see the faces of all of those that had once called this vessel their home.

Saren was a technopath. Her senses were sensitive to say the least, her entire body was like a conduit for electric pulses. So much so that she could interface with people and things outside her body.

People were hard to interface with though, the chemistry involved meant there were some significant barriers to melding with them. Electronics though, they opened their secrets as soon as Saren beckoned. They were almost like a second body to her. It had certainly taken time to learn how to read them, but now she was accustomed to visualizing the machine code as a second reality.

She tugged on her sweatshirt. It was loose and baggy, hanging gently on her skin. Any more and it might had been distracting. She hated wearing clothes. They made her feel like she was suffocating, no matter how thin the fabric was.

Saren reached the training room door. She paused. I made full circuit already? She brushed her bangs to the side and put her fingers on the metal door. Maybe I'll spar with Laeta while Lola gets checked over. This idleness is murder on my mind.

"Lola, do you like that I'm inside you?"

What.

"It... it feels kind of weird... but I... I don't dislike it..."

"Mmm... I like it though. It means that we're closer than ever. Here..."

"Eep! What... what are you doing!?"

"I'm just getting a feel for you Lola, mmm you're so tight."

"Don't! Don't touch me there!"

"How could I not take advantage of you when you can't defend yourself?"

"Ah.. no... please... please stop... You're getting me all wet..."

"It's only natural, Lola. I have to get you wet to help the muscles loosen up, or else I might just end up hurting you."

Lola whimpered and then squealed, "Laeta! You're being way too rough! You're going to break me!"

"Oh shush, your body's much stronger than that Lola! And I'm having way too much fun! You're so soft and hot and slippery..."

"Lae- Laeta! Your... your breasts are..."

That's far enough.

Saren swiped right and the servos holding the door in place spun with wanton ferocity, slamming the metal door into the wall cavity. "Okay, that's far enough! How many times do I have to tell you Laeta, you can't have sex wi-" Saren paused and exhaled. Laeta had taken Lola's shirt off, that was as far as it had gone. The white silk was folded neatly on her lap, Lola's hair was undone and gently bunched over one shoulder. Her shoulders were bare, but that was it. Laeta was leaning in on her, an elbow pressed against the nape of Lola's neck. Both girls were glistening with oil. Saren took a breath. Baby oil.

"It's not sex." Laeta pouted. She had taken off her sweater to facilitate the massage, leaving her in a sheer white camisole. "The doctor told me to help loosen up Lola onee-sama's muscles before they put her through the physical therapy test."

Laeta paused and bit on Lola's ear, she squealed. "Though, I wouldn't mind doing a little more service on you later, onee-sama."

"P... please don't..." Lola squirmed uncomfortably in her wheelchair. Her cheeks were red and Saren could smell the anxiety growing within Lola's breast.

The doctor came in soon thereafter. He was an old man of Asian decent. Small, thin, and kindly. He was flanked by two hovering automatons. The man was too weak to administer the physical therapy himself, apparently. As he had his robotic assistants push Lola into the next room over, where some medical equipment had been moved into a climate controlled training room, Laeta and Saren were left alone in the main chamber.

The two sisters looked at each other.

"Wanna fight?"

Saren smiled, "Don't hold back boobzilla."

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"As much as a cage is for keeping you from getting out, it also exists to keep the outside from getting to you."

Lucieon leaned back on the warm limestone behind him. He grinned. "Would you still think yourself imprisoned had I not made your cage known to you?" He looked at Benedict, his eyes were cold as ice. Yet, there was no malice, no amusement, nothing of the sort that ought to had inhabited this malicious spirit. Instead, there was something like pity, fear. Defeat perhaps.

"The nature of a labyrinth is immense in scope. The simple idea that it exists is enough to confound most mortals. Yet, somehow I feel compelled to tell you." He shook his head, his smile disappeared. Her brushed the bangs out of his eyes. "All parallel worlds must be linked by powerful similarities or else it would be fruitless the travel to them. Clusters of similar worlds tend to drift toward one another, and in doing so the similarities that bind them become like a bubble - keeping them loosely together and permeable. A labyrinth is an artificial bubble."

He pointed at the sky, "Labyrinths are laws set forth by an intelligence. They are pocket dimensions that exist because of a wish or curse. Most are only large enough to consume perhaps a village or a town. The most powerful are able to host a city within the boundaries of it's rules. This labyrinth spans near countless worlds. Try and fathom the immense power of the intelligence that created it. How strong it must be to enforce it's will on so many lives, to tie together so many possibilities and to micromanage each and every event." Lucieon paused and shoved his hands into his pockets. He seemed somehow depressed now, "Think about the sheer scale that someone has to go through to set that up - not only to enforce their own laws, but to so perfectly mimic the lives of those living within such that it is impossible for us to directly observe any marked difference in our lives before and after the labyrinth was created. Whether this entity could be called benevolent is unclear, but personally I believe that it is just of illogical mind."

[HEADING=2]"Turn Undead!"[/HEADING]

Lucieon raised his hand and summoned a swirling veil of black mist to shield himself from a lance made of light. "Not quite there yet, Flutterstorm Herald." Several butterflies landed around Lucieon, Katya, Benedict, and Antoinette. They were bright blue and glowed with an ethereal quality. With the same gentle presence, a girl appeared. Her boots made contact with the floor so lightly that it made no noise. Her cloak fluttered around her as if carried on the wing beats of her butterflies.

"My name is Jiyamuanna il Callaxiakio, the Flutterstorm Herald, at your service," she gave a polite curtsy to the gathering of outlanders. "You may refer to me as Jiyam." She gave Lucieon a gentle smile, "And one day I will return your tortured soul to rest, Lusiya-sempai."

Lucieon laughed, "Not today flatty. And didn't I ask for Gissella to come? Why are you here?"

"Jezell is currently busy dealing with adventurers right now and could not make it. Lady Maria has become much more popular now that you have left."

"I wasn't aware that Lady Maria would let Gissella fuck adventurers into going away. Seems rather crass of her to use her apprentice like some sort of prostitute." There was something in that statement that seemed unjust. A venom that laced the words that seemed to dig into Jiyam's calm demeanor.

She didn't speak immediately, but there was a visible increase in the gravitas of which she held herself. "Lusiya. Leave. You're done here. I will take care of these outlanders."

Lucieon turned to leave, "Yeah, yeah. Don't get your damn panties in a bunch. I don't like having to stick around anymore than you like have shit stuck up your tight little ass."

[HEADING=2]"ABYSSAL HAZE!"[/HEADING]

A swarm of black flame erupted from the end of Jiyam's crescent-moon catalyst and tore through the air toward Lucieon. The undead sorcerer turned, smiled, and vanished into thin air. The fire struck the limestone walls of a nearby building and left deep gashes in the rock, as if some beast had bit and clawed it's way through the stone.

Jiyam spent some time collecting herself after that. Her eyes, the same blue as the glowing wings of her companions, looked dazed. She brushed her fire-red hair away from her face and turned on her heel. "Please, follow me." Her voice was full of tension.

---

Jiyam's silence was only broken with brief intermittent polite introductions of the locations they were passing by. She listed the noble houses one by one as they passed each estate while ascending the mountain to the citadel above. The list of names were long and boring; Redriver, Shoulstadt, Mievvori, Hamhoor, Bael, Gorra, Ciattze, and so on. Each estate was more conspicuous than the last, tempered with groomed gardens, elaborate architecture, and no small amount of slaves on public display. Workers in the fields, women lounging by pools, children standing at attention. The people here were like trophies, each adorned with fanciful outfits of gilded gold, but always with an obvious yoke.

About halfway up to the citadel they passed a large church. Jiyam waved at it and commented on it's patron lord. It was some fanciful lord of light that delivered humanity from it's darkest hour. Unlike the Lord of yore, there was not host of winged messengers to proclaim his greatness. Indeed, this King of Light, the righteous hammer of paradise, was a literal physical entity. His likeness emblazoned on the stained glass and marble towers of the church. The God looked like a piece of animated armor, with a grisly skull-like plated face that glared out toward his adherents. His wings were made of blades, wicked and sharp, his hands were fierce gauntlets, and he was always depicted standing over a great door. "His name is Eden," Jiyam explain half-heartedly, "The people here revere him as God, but it's just a fanciful excuse to rape and plunder in the name of their justice. From my studies I can assure you that he exists. Though his jurisdiction is far from Godhood. He's some sort of guardian for something even greater. Perhaps a monster beyond measure that dwells deep in the depths between this world and the next."

They reached the citadel soon thereafter, just when the moons had finally risen from the far horizon. Looking down from the peak, Candor was alight with beauty. The fires that burned, the lights that shone, and even the stars above filled Candor with a beautiful orange glow. The clamor of the city did not die, and even up near the Imperial Keep they could still hear the sounds of living below. The four great bridges were a glow with light as well, filled to the brim with people living and working in hollows in it's broad limestone arches.

Jiyam stopped. She was silent as she stared out into the night. The twin moons held themselves in a soft dance. The smaller of the two bodies drifting visibly across the surface of it's much larger sibling. They both shone a brilliant white. After a long period of silence the Flutterstorm Herald wiped away some tears from her eyes and continued, leaving the splendor of the capital city behind and delving deep into the darkness of the citadel.

---

They spent little time moving through the keep proper. The upper levels was indeed decorated beautifully, but it was also full of people from the court. Jiyam lead the small troupe down a hidden staircase into the bowels of the mountain. They walked for what seemed like hours, descending into a pitch so dark that the world seem to vanish behind them as Jiyam's illuminating light wandered ever downwards.

After a long time, where Jiyam's uncomfortable silence had stretched into a short eternity, they reached the bottom floor and pushed out from behind a statue into a great hall filled with lit sconces. Before them was a great gate carved from bedrock, adorned with depictions of ancient lords and scholars. Jiyam held her staff out to illuminate the sheer size of the hall they were in. It was easily 35 meters tall, it was impossible to discern the ceiling even with Jiyam's additional illumination. The hall also ran backwards for as long as they could see, a straight line of columns and statues that stretched into infinity.

"The dungeon entrance actually starts in Boral of Althia in the next country over. Most adventurers don't ever make it this far. The trek to Lady Maria's boss room is no less than a hundred and thirty miles through mobs, traps, and inhospitable environments. Not to mention the defenders of the Library that hold each stronghold on the way here." She turned and tapped the great door twice with her staff. It creaked open by itself without much fanfare. "Usually that would be much more dramatic, but I have to reset all of the fancy charms since it looks like the party that came through actually got into the room." She paused, "They must be pretty good to get this far. I can't remember the last time Jezell lost a fight."

Jiyam led the group into the darkness of the library antechamber. From there she tapped her staff twice on the ground to summon a staircase into the rafters above, which she led them into. "Come, this way. You have the rare honor of seeing Lady Maria fight." They ascended the stairs onto the web of stone walkways that made up much of the library. There were others standing all over the walkways looking down at a large stone arena below.

"These are the other Guardians of the Library." Jiyam motioned toward them.

"Jiyam!" another woman said, waving from her seat. She looked like Jiyam, but had her hair in a short ponytail. Otherwise, they looked identical, except for this woman's extremely impressive chest, which she kept covered with nothing but a bandeau. She grinned, "Come take a seat! Fight's about to start!"

"You're looking awfully well for having lost to them not too long ago, Jezell." Jiyam motioned to Katya, Antoinette, and Benedict, "These are the guests that Lusiya wanted me to pick up and show to Lady Maria."

"Nice ta meet ya!" Gissella grinned, a small snaggletooth glimmered in the light of Jiyam's staff. "An' there ain't no ha'd feelin's between me an' them. It was a fair fight 'tween us. Right down ta the wire."

Jiyam crossed her arms, "You're too kind-hearted Jezell."

"Shh! Here she comes!" Gissella jumped up, a excited glimmer in her eye. The others around them cast soft murmurs into the darkness before them. They all anticipated their master's arrival.

Below, four adventurers wandered into the stone circle, and the bridge leading into the arena collapsed behind them. Jiyam raised her staff and butterflies started to descend into the arena, lighting the battlefield with a soft blue glow. Then from the darkness a flurry of scrambling claws brought the heaving form of a great monster out of the depths. It landed onto the arena, shaking the entire platform.

[HEADING=2]"Show me your mettle, adventurers."[/HEADING]

Zepherus14 · Nov 13, 2016

[HEADING=2]The Rising Dawn Adventures[/HEADING]The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Rising Dawn Private Quarters - Ryan's Room
Ryan | Annie | Nina and Phillip

Phillip's steady scissor clipping filled the otherwise quiet air as Nina stared at Annie's space case moment. Adjusting her sitting position a bit as she waited for Annie to answer her, she continued to sit at the edge of the bed, her back to the foot of the bed and facing forward towards Annie and currently unconscious Ryan. At first Nina would give her her undivided attention; the delay in the response was a bit jarring. She'd play with her soup mug a bit, before her head turned to look at Phillip. Silently she looked at him then down to her mug before lifting it forward to him as an offer. "Thanks Phillip~" She said quietly as one of Phillip's tentacles slinked across the floor and climbed onto the bed near Nina. From the tentacle, a small orifice opened as several tendrils looking very similar to a sea cucumber's inners discharging slinked out and retrieved the mug from Nina gingerly, the thing looking quite a bit like a sea cucumber's inners. Having be semiinterupted from her conversation with Annie, Nina had to take a moment to remember she was still waiting on her? Her lips pursed as she looked up to Annie again.

"Annie?" Nina asked, slowly waving her hand to get Annie's attention then giving a couple snaps of her fingers. "You okay?" She eventually asked, unsure at this point if Annie was still thinking, or perhaps somehow she was experiencing some caregiving related PTSD of some sort.

".. Didn't mean to space out. But, you're right. 'Fuck ya I am! Didn't doubt it for a second!' I have little to no experience in handling a patient that needs care every waking hour and to handle those undertaking requirements." Nina felt pretty proud of herself at this point, compared to her other conversations so far, this one turned out far smoother. "So then, you're going to-" Nina started to say as she noticed Ryan stirring. She gasped in surprise at this, frankly expecting to have waited a month for this to happen, but a measly hour was peanuts to this. Ryan's projectile spit however caught her off-guard however; the splattering across Annie's face left Nina in a brief state of surprise followed quickly by a fit of feverous laughter. Laughing as she did have the unwanted consequence however of tipping back, falling off the bed and landing on her back. "Ow..." Her laughing fit was quelled, her legs still up on the bed. Nina lay there a moment; unable to see Annie wiping her face off, but at least she heard her comment. "Never mind, we don't have to worry about what happens to him now. Go and have your chat with him, Nina." Nina in turn raised an arm up, her hand coming into view as she gave Annie a thumbs up. "Okie Dokie, thanks Annie."

While Ryan sat up in the bed, Nina got herself up off the ground as well, now properly back at the foot of the bed. Additionally Phillip was now sitting on her lap, Nina holding onto him much like one would hold a big teddybear. "Uuhhhhh ... w-what are you guys doing in my room? .. Wait, we're on the ship then? What happened back in Denver? Did everyone make it out alive??" Ryan asked, looking pretty rough even if he was at least speaking now. "Well, it was a bit of an adventure getting back. Eddie kidnapping me wasn't my first choice after all." Nina giving Ryan a bit of the gears, having not forgotten that blunder on his end. "As for the other stuff, seems like something must have come up at least, someone announced an assembly only a couple of minutes ago? I made my way here after I got dropped off so that Phillip could stretch his legs a bit, isn't that right?~" Nina giggled a bit as she tickled the one arm of Phillip's still cutting away at the coupons, having now gotten pretty close to finished with the newspaper. Another tentacle tried pushing her hand away, seemingly not liking being interupted. "But Annie didn't mention anything about anyone not making it, so probably everyone's okay? She isn't really much of the chatty type..." Nina added with some concern, unaware of the prison situation going on currently.

Nina frowned however, obviously wanted to ask about her room situation, but even now Ryan covered his face with his hand, he obviously wasn't feeling awesome. Her discussion was made however when Phillip prodded the side of her cheekbone with a tendril. "Alright, alright I got it." She let out a sigh, looking up to Ryan again. "Ryan I know you're probably feeling really pretty awful right about now, but well, me and Phillip really need to know how this home situation is going to play out. As far as I understand, my home came along with me here to Denver, but with all that happened..." Nina let out a long sigh, fidgeting with her fingernails a bit. "I kinda asked this of Annie, but what do you think the other people on the ship would think of Phillip, I've been scared to show him to others where I'm from. This could be good for him to socialize more. Given how totalled my home probably is by this point, would it be possible to move my stuff up here maybe?" Nina eventually asked, unsure if this was an option, but given her thinking, this was probably a good idea as any for now for her and Phillip.

A thought crossed Nina's mind after which she looked down at Phillip sitting in her lap. "Oh, we don't have any onion soup left for Ryan, do we? He's probably a bit hungry." She asked Phillip, which after a brief pause she let out a soft sigh. "That's too bad, if I'd only known I wouldn't have had that second bit." She smiled again, tussling some of Phillip's tentacles. "You aren't hungry right now, are you Ryan?"

Texas Joker 52 · Nov 14, 2016

[hr]

Thoroughly preoccupied with killing robots, B.C. began to think that things were starting to look up. After all, while rendering these tentacles automatons wasn't a particularly satisfying flavor of mayhem, it was still pretty damn fun, and on top of that she was on her way out. As a bonus, she had a rather nice crown now, even if it was a little too Gothic for her tastes. She preferred more gaudy shows of wealth.

She finished off the first magazine by emptying it wholesale into a single HENTAI unit, and as she started to reload, she felt a sudden loss of weight atop her head.

"Wha--Hey!" she called out as she realized that the crown she rightfully stole was stolen from her in turn.

"One does not simply take the name of a lord's position. Seek'est your own destiny, not steal it."

While the Convict's smile didn't disappear, only dimmed, the look in her eyes were clearly one of irritation. They practically said "Who the hell do you think you are, lady?". In fact, she basically said as much out loud.

"Hey, hey, hey, who do you think you are, lady? That's my crown now, I stole it fair and square." she protested.

She had to give the girl credit though. Missing an arm, looking beat to shit, and limping away the way she was, she had a pair on her. Or triplet, quad or quint, depending on the race, though she looked perfectly human. Not that normal humans tended to call up firestorms or summon big, fuck-off knights in dingy armor.

".. Maybe after this, you may end up wearing my crown instead."

As she made her way to the pile of bones that was Leoric, she set down the crown, only for B.C. to dance over and snatch it right back up. Once it was placed back on her own head, she looked down at Nadalia with an edged smirk.

"Listen, you wanna give me your crown, I'd be happy to take if off your hands, but this is my crown because I did a little thing called Dibs--DIBS!" she called out, before giggling a little to herself and continuing.

"See? Where I come from, Dibs is legally binding, and in this case, there's no takebacks. So the boneheaded King Nothing can find a new one." she lied with practiced smoothness.

Giving her a cheeky, finger-waggling wave, B.C. pirouetted past. Extracting a fresh magazine from her cleavage, she reloaded her assault rifle and gave Nadalia a single backward glance.

"By the way, honey. I'm a thief. I'll steal whatever I want, wherever I want, whenever I want, and from whomever I want. Doesn't matter to me if it's a crown, a lordship, or a piece of chewed-up space bubblegum. If I want it? I'll take it. Not much is gonna stop me." B.C. told her, her voice being completely devoid of the playful, almost sing-song tone that it had earlier.

Generic NPC 22 · Nov 16, 2016

[hr]

The lights flickered through out the detention facility as one of the four primary power conduits was brought down by a herd of electrovores, fuzzy sheep like creatures that fed on electricity. As one might imagine, this produced a fair number of issues, some of which included the loss of power to certain sections of the facility, bringing the automated defenses offline as well as a number of energy containment fields. Needless to say the Rising Dawn inspired riot was getting out of hand and had passed beyond the point of being containable by the World Marshall and the Detention Center's guards.

"Ah shit..." Gunnery Sargent Percival Ross cursed as he watched a camera feed from the elevator shaft that served as the facility's main point of entry and exit. Watching the scene unfold, he noted that the constant stream of retreating scientists and technicians had been reduced to just a trickle and now had been replaced by some of the facility's less aggressive guests... the ones that didn't feel the need to take revenge on the guards. While that was good for those in the prison, in that there that many less bodies that were being thrown against them, it would probably be trouble later down the line.

Of course, this was the least of their problems since the Sargent had been monitoring the status of one of the World Marshall's more "Special" projects. Judging by the reaction on the Sargent's face, things were going down the shitter pretty quickly. Looking over his shoulder he spotted ARES-35, the cybernetic war machine that he hadn't figured out was a cybernetic war machine just quite yet.

"Hey... you...ummm... what was your name?" He asked despite having a billion more important things to ask instead of ARES' name, "I'm deactivating the drones and the calling off the guards next door. You need to get yourself and your friends out of here... NOW! Because in about 15 minutes, this place is going to do its best imitation of the surface of the moon."

As he sent ARES off to grab the remainder of her comrades from the detention area, the Sargent who was Suddenly Concerned for Everyone's Safety activated a facility wide PA system and started broadcasting an evacuation message.

"

Code:

Attention all personnel.  Containment failure eminent.  All personnel are ordered to evacuate the facility.  Repeat.  Containment failure of Project Instant Kaiju eminant.  All personnel are ordered to evacuate the facility.

"

Satisfied with the message, the Sargent then turned his attention to a radio that sat along one of the walls. He was aware that even if he managed to evacuate the prison and the surrounding areas, if what World Marshall had been developing in secret got loose, there would be no such thing as minimal safe distance. With the current status of the organization in tatters, there was only one thing left to do and that was to make a request for assistance from the outside world, specifically the Rising Dawn. Stepping up to the radio, the Sargent spoke.

"Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! This is Sargent Percival Ross of the Ross' Raider's issuing a request for assistance from the Rising Dawn on all channels. I repeat: Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! This is Sargent Percival Ross of the Ross' Raider's issuing a request for assistance from the Rising Dawn on all channels." He waited for a moment to allow for the Rising Dawn to get a fix on his radio frequency, "Attention Rising Dawn, in roughly 15 minutes, a large creature is going to be emerging from this complex. Request your assistance in destroying this creature." His fingers flew along the keyboard as he started transmitting an encrypted file labeled 'Project Instant Kaiju'.

"Attention Rising Dawn, I'm transmitting data on the creature now." Ross said into the radio before pausing once again, "I'm attempting to secure safe passage for your comrades from the prison."

With the message sent, Ross checked a map of the complex and noted a series of nearby escape pods, which when activated, would be launched out a series of tubes to the surface. Turning to the repair console that held FULGORE, Ross entered a sequence of commands which would launch the repair pod out of the facility.

"Raiders fall in!" Ross called out, leading them towards the holding area, "New mission. We're providing cover while these guys get out of here."

GM's Note said:
CHANGE OF PLANS!

I'm fast forwarding the arc to the final encounter. I'm giving everyone an opportunity to get into position for this encounter. As can be expected from a black book project called Project Instant Kaiju, the Rising Dawn will be up against a rather large creature that was developed using a fusion of the technology, biology and magic that World Marshall had been acquiring from other dimensions.

Generic NPC 22 · Nov 18, 2016

Escapist Avatar Adventures
Paradoxum
Antoinette de la Trou | Katya Rostikova | Benedict Warrington | Jiyamuanna il Callaxiakio, the Flutterstorm Herald | Lucieon Cazzemello Sato di Roma

[hr]

Listening in on the conversation shared between her mentor and their guide, Antoinette could not help but notice the shiver that ran up her spine. A being whose will encompassed a multitude of worlds and planes was indeed a being of incomprehensible power, perhaps even more powerful than the Father, who with but a word could turn all the oceans of the world to blood. The fact that this entity was subtle in the control, allowing those under its rule to believe that their lives were as unchanged as their days prior to being placed in this so called labyrinth, demonstrated either a lacked enough power to both influence and imprison these world simultaneously or it was a hint at some sort of insidious as of yet undiscovered plot.

Having only known the other woman in their hastily constructed troupe for a short time, Twit had made the assumption that Katya Rostikova would have been listening to the conversation with a matching amount of interest. To the Blasphemer's horror, she discovered that her "comrade" was grinning maniacally while looking at her surroundings and the beings that populated this world. Grabbing the child, for this was far from the behavior of a fully matured adult, by the shoulder Twit took her companion aside.

"Katya, have you completely lost your mind? Is there something wrong with you?" Twit asked in a rather concerned tone, thinking that perhaps the girl had not only heard the conversation between Lucieon and Benedict but had shattered her sanity attempting to think about the ramifications of such a thing.

"Huh? What? Noooooo. Not me. I'm just... you know...just" The girl started to answer sheepishly, almost as if she was embarrassed to make some sort of admission.

"Mon amie... spit it out, s'il vous plait."

"Well I just feel like one track suit away from being Natsuki Subaru or Kazuma Satou" The Biologically Engineer Weapon Wielding Weeb admitted with a grin.

"Who?"

"Well they're characters from a couple of animes that I watched before I hooked up with the Rising Dawn... and in these animes, both Subaru and Kazuma are sent to an alternate world... with a fantasy setting... with no way of getting home!" Katya's voice started increasing in volume as she spoke, "Which means that in order to go home, we're going to have to go on some sort of quest that ends in a confrontation with an insanely powerful boss character! But that's not the best part! You see, no quest in either of these series really starts until the protags have their initial run in with the story's obligatory..."

[HEADING=2]"Turn Undead!"[/HEADING]

"HOLY MAHOU SHOUJO TSUNDERLOLI!!!!"

Not that Twit had the slightest clue what a majou shoujo tsunderloli was or why the 18 year old woman seemed to be going through some sort seizure at that moment nor did it really matter since it appeared that the group was under assault. Turning with her hands on her weapons, the Apprentice Blasphemer was surprised to see a young girl surrounded by a swarm of butterflies. What was even more surprising was that the obvious target of the spell, namely Lucieon, appeared to take the assault with practiced ease, as if this was some sort of ritual greeting between the newcomer and himself.

"Not quite there yet, Flutterstorm Herald." Their soon to be departing but already departed guide said in a tone that Twit couldn't identify.

"My name is Jiyamuanna il Callaxiakio, the Flutterstorm Herald, at your service," The young witch stated.

"[small]Jiyamuanna il Callaxiakio, the Flutterstorm Herald... Lucieon Cazzemello Sato di Roma... do they all have to have the Oxford dictionary for names?[/small]" Came a mutter from behind Antoinette, "[small]5/7 would still bone...[/small]"

Wheeling around to face her companion, the Young French Woman had a rather annoyed look on her face. Despite having only known the girl for what seemed like only hours, this child had managed to push Antoinette to the edge of her patience.

"Has that ever worked?" La Belle Dame asked, her voice filled with annoyance and anger.

"Has what ever worked?" Katya asked innocently, unsure where the conversation was going.

"Has your incessant pestering and single mindedness regarding sex ever annoyed someone to the point that they would contemplate sleeping with you in order for you to shut your mouth? If that is ths case, it does seem rather contradictory to make people want to fill you mouth instead of your..."

[HEADING=2]"ABYSSAL HAZE!"[/HEADING]

The rest of Antoinette's sentence was disintegrated, along with a good portion of wall, as their new guide unleashed another torrent of energy at their old guide. Turning back towards Jiyam, the petite resistance fighter had a few choice words for the young girl who had a probably had a fireball spell ready to cast. The admonishment never came however as the Twit noted the saddened expression on the child's face. Sighing to herself internally, Antoinette de la Troue bit her tongue and waited for the witchling to recover her senses.

"Please, follow me."

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As they passed through a residential quarter that appeared to be for the aristocracy of the realm, the Blasphemer apprentice found herself continually having to suppress a growing sense of envy and outrage. On one hand, the young warrior was envious of the lives that these nobles appeared to have, that they were able to establish such large and opulent homes that were untouched by war. On the other hand, Antoinette could not help but notice the disparity in the lives of these nobles and the beastkin that were being carted into the city in cages. This feeling was only deepened by the fact that a mere mortal could be viewed as a God in this realm.

"The people here revere him as God, but it's just a fanciful excuse to rape and plunder in the name of their justice. From my studies I can assure you that he exists. Though his jurisdiction is far from Godhood. He's some sort of guardian for something even greater. Perhaps a monster beyond measure that dwells deep in the depths between this world and the next."

"[small]Perhaps he is the guardian for the monster that resides within the hearts and minds of mankind...[/small]" The Frenchwoman muttered in an irritating manner as she attempted not to notice the ever increasing size of Katya's grin as they closed in on the Citadel.

More travels... more sights...

"Oh man oh man oh man!" The groups more vocal member cackled as they entered the library's ante-chamber, "I totally know where this is headed..."

"The dungeon entrance actually starts in Boral of Althia in the next country over. Most adventurers don't ever make it this far. The trek to Lady Maria's boss room is no less than a hundred and thirty miles through mobs, traps, and inhospitable environments. Not to mention the defenders of the Library that hold each stronghold on the way here." The Flutterstorm Herald said as she opened a door to the library's ante-chamber, "Usually that would be much more dramatic, but I have to reset all of the fancy charms since it looks like the party that came through actually got into the room." She paused, "They must be pretty good to get this far. I can't remember the last time Jezell lost a fight."

"CALLED IT!"

Having filtered out Katya's outburst, the woman who hailed from a dimension bathed in blood and battle felt perplexed by the information being presented by their guide, Jiyam. From what Twit gathered, it sounded like both Jiyam and Jezell assisted in the maintenance of a large playground for the warriors of this world, the thought only reinforced by the sight of a number of the Library guardians standing about, clamoring for the best view of the encounter between Lady Maria and this latest batch of advernturers. Among these was the one that Lucieon had requested be their original guide, Gisella.

"Hoooooooly shit..." Katya Rostikova sputtered as she caught sight of Gisella, nudging Twit with a well intentioned elbow to the rib, "Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?"

"Quoi? What are you talking about?" Antoinette asked, frustated at the near constant stream of cryptic references that came from the younger of the troupe's mouth.

"Oh nothing..." Katya said with a grin as they scene in the arena began to unfold, "I'm just totally going to Bell-Kun this place up."

Ignoring her companion's cryptic commentary, Antoinette simply nodded in Jezell's direction by way of silent and informal greeting. While proper greetings and introductions would have been more preferable, given the circumstances and the apparent rarity of witnessing a battle involving Lady Maria, these greetings could wait until after the encounter. Looking down upon the battlefield, Antoinette wished the adventurers luck, though she doubted it would do them much good.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Nov 21, 2016

bluerocker said:
Team Mom wrote some of this

Escapist Avatar Adventures | Undisclosed Location | Weapon's Storage

Code:

[...Okay : that might actually be a problem...]

Gunnery Sargent Percival Ross and The Raiders | ARES-35 | Dimitri | Viscus

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When the PA system activated with the frantic pleas of the remaining on site staff, Viscus quickly became interested in whatever this "Project Instant Kaiju" was.
Granted, the name was a dead giveaway but the nature of the project would greatly aid his efforts to eliminate it (Because odds are he'd be called in to do so once the humans of this facility try and fail to contain it).

If it was designed as a weapon: They might have developed counter measures to fight it should it go rouge
If if was designed as a defense measure: There might be a flaw in it's design he could exploit
Or if it was just a big showy "Fake Threat" used to get more Pentagon money, then there would be nothing to worry about!

For now, he refocused his efforts on getting out of the building, with the security disabled (least the ones that were shooting at him), it allowed him to move much more freely as he managed to use his built in jets to hover though the hallways.

Code:

[Dimitri : What's your status?]

He then radio'd in to his ally as he navigated his way though the screaming hoards.
As Ross sent out the communique to the Dawn, Dimitri scrambled about to try and find something and make his allies' progress a faster one. With the security down, that was made a lot easier for the beleaguered AI to start sifting through the files of the World Marshall Network.
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Code:

"Mapping data, mapping data.... Ah, here we are! Viscus, ARES - I have something that should be able to help. "

[/color]

With a few 'keystrokes' ARES and Viscus found a message with an attachment labeled "MAP", detailing a rudimentary, but functional layout of the current floor; including locations of the prison barracks.

Code:

[Confirmed : Transmitting Nav-computer data...]

Viscus then responded, using the his own systems to mark out his location and the locations of his current "Allies" back to Dimitri in real time.

Code:

[Dimitri : I am on my way to the Prison Barracks : Where are the others located?]

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Code:

Hmn... Well, based on what I'm seeing in some of these records, the most recent transfer of prisoners were in this quadrant. User ARES has the Dawn's equipment, so her reconvening with them is paramount."

[/color]

Code:

[Affirmative : We are on our way]

[HEADING=2]Before long, ARES and Viscus were able to re-group with the others, quickly returning their stolen gear and weapons[/HEADING]

((More to come, honest))

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Nov 21, 2016

The Rising Dawn | Medical Bay:
"Think he's bad, you could see Darren...When it's New Vegas, he can't be there quick enough but when it comes time to post..."
Jenny | Chrysalis | Blade | Strider Hien

Jenny was a little startled when Chrysalis began to lash out in pain, attempting to help ease the wounded Queen's agony as best she could.
"He-Hey. Calm, Caaaaaalm...Just relax, you are going to be fine..." She softly said before pressing her palm against her forehead.
It wasn't "Proper" painkillers but she was able to target a few key nerve centers in her brain with her Psychic powers, intercepting some of the pain response and effectually "numbing" the pain enough for her to at least be comfortable.
She wasn't in the best shape herself, looking a bit fragile and shaky as she sat next to Chrysalis but she powered though it.
"Ahhhh...alright then...I'm not that kind of doctor but I should be able to help with those wounds a little..." The Gardevoir then added before waving over a trolley of medical supplies (literally) and getting to work.
Using a bit of the training she got from Teri and Slindis, she then used her powers to quickly and comfortably dress and mend most of the heavy stuff, keeping her palm in place to stay the pain even as she reset bones and jabbed her with needles
Sighing slightly from the effort, she then said "O-okay...I don't know how long it will take for the painkillers to kick in, but you are going to be okay, alright? I'm going to move my palm and when I do, it will hurt again. So I'm going to do it slowly and you are going to stay calm and breath normally..."

She took a firm grip of Chrysalis's hand before slowly easing off the pain suppression, letting her squeeze as hard as she needed to in order to get her though it.
Little by little, the pain returned with a vengeance only to then slightly dull down as the chemicals in her blood began to filter in.
"Good...good...Well done...y-you did great..." Jenny reassured her patient, making her reconsider her medical field, she could get used to this.
"...Well...now that we know each other better, I guess I should introduce myself, I'm-"

[HEADING=1]"JENNY?!"[/HEADING]

A frantic voice called her name as the Groyvle returned, with a few new scars and a bandage over his mid-section.
"BLADE?!" she cried back before the two of them collapsed upon each other in an extremely public display of affection, the two of them too exhausted to say anything yet enough not exhausted enough to make out,funny how that works...

As for Hien (if anyone cares), he was currently lording it up next to the other wounded soldiers, his shins and wrists bound in a very specific manner to prevent any more of the Traitorous Strider's trickery.
While he wouldn't get far with that wound on his chest, Furiae and the remaining G-corp guards knew better then to underestimate a Strider, wounded or not.
As such, he was mostly silent since he got back, a lot of his ego and hot-hotheadedness cooling as he considered his options while a medic worked on his wound.
He still had cards he could play, he just needed the right moment to do so...

NotYetForsaken · Nov 24, 2016

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maria's story

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"The influence of a prison does not end at it's walls."

Maria lunged at the party going directly after the Thaumaturge at the group's back. He great halberd tore up the stone at impact and tossed the young girl into the air. The Dark Knight ran in and placed himself between Maria and his Thaumaturge. He swung his sword wildly and with each stroke he took a step forward toward Maria. His presence started to dominate the combat space as he drove Maria away from his healer one step at a time, the great mass of his blade sang as he brought it to bear with each swing. The Lancer dove for Maria's open back, striking hard and fast with a lance imbued with fire. And just as it was about to pierce the Librarian between her shoulder blades, the entire mass of her hulking body vanished. The Lancer slammed into the ground and tumbled over toward the edge. The Dark Knight ran forward and grabbed the Lancer as she was about to fall off.

Maria reappeared some distance away, her body coiled around itself, claws scrambling against both scale and stone.

[Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein: "What in the world was that!?"
[Homura] Stella Munn: "Gah, I have no idea. She just fucking... vanished. All my buffs are on cooldown now too... This fucking blows."
[Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein: "Damn, I don't like this. We have to figure out her moveset or we can't do anything to that monster. Vonn! How long do we have to enrage!?"
[Solemn Vigil] Vonn Emberwalker: "Twenty two minutes on the timer."
[Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein: "Damn it all, that's not enough time."
[Clearvim] Shria McLaud: "Shield are ready! 2 minutes until the next set!"
[Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein: "All right, let's make it count."

The party was rattled by Maria's show of prowess, but on the rafters above the Guardians of the Library were unsettled as well. Jiyam rested her catalyst on the floor and leaned on the wooden staff. "Something's not right," Jiyam said. Her voice was pensive and unsure, "I've never seen Lady Maria ever dodge an attack. She's fighting way too seriously for this to be normal." Heralded by the beating of wings, a great owl landed on the platform that the group was standing on. He reared his head and bowed to Jiyam.

"It is as you say. I have served the Lady for many hundreds of years and she is wont to take attacks in reckless charges. She enjoys bloody combat and playful slaughter." He raised his eyes and looked once again at the arena. Maria was actively dodging the attacks of the adventurers while trying to sneak in hits with her magical flame-spitting satellite.

"I thank you for your vigilance Horace," Jiyam replied.

"I am your eyes, Flutterstorm Herald," and in another storm of feathers the great owl was again soaring high in the darkness of the cavern that housed the library.

Jiyam closed her eyes and rocked back an forth against her catalyst, "The mana here... it's too rich. Something's wrong. Jezell, can you feel it too?"

Jezell laughed, "Yeah, there's a leyline converging below us right now. The magic is rushing so violently that even Lady Teresa's nullification abilities can't empty it fast enough." Jezell sprung to her feet, "To be honest, it's getting me all hot and bothered too. I can't imagine what those humans are feeling down there, since I doubt any of them have actually come in contact with raw unfiltered mana before." Jezell pulled on her top to loosen it, the skin around her chest and cheeks were flushed red. "It's a very human thing Jiyam. An excess of magic makes people euphoric, and with the amount of activity going down there, I'd say that they're actively drawing on power two or three times in excess of their natural ability."

"And Lady Maria refuses to put a stop to this charade?" Jiyam asked incredulously.

Jezell shook her head, "Nah, that ain't it. It's more like right now she's doin' all she can not to get hurt. An injury now could mean that nasty critter she calls a vagina will go on a rampage."

"Then we have to help her! How can we just sit here and watch if Lady Maria's in real danger!?"

"Put on some panties Jiyam, she ain't in no death throes. She's trying to keep the adventurer's alive is all." Jezell drew her rapier, "And if worst comes to worst, remember that we're Guardians of the Library, not of Lady Maria." She turned toward Antoinette and Katya, but kept her rapier pointed at Benedict. "Though, this space is built in the void, so the appearance of a leyline is something of an unnatural occurrence to say the least. My bet's that it's got somethin' to do with our guests."

"They're Lusiya's guests, I doubt that they are the ones causing a mana confluence event to occur here. On the way here I did not even sense a single speck of magical ability from any of the three of them."

Jezell grinned, "Oh then," she put her rapier back in it's sheath. She fell into Katya and stared at her eyes, "You sure are adorable, what are you? Fifteen? Sixteen? Too young to be out here." Jezell put her hands on Katya's cheeks, "I wonder if you can feel it to. Like a river of fire running through the core of my being, this mana." she licked her lips and pressed against Katya, her chest pressing against the weeb's own. "Ya know, I wouldn't mind too much if ya..." she leaned in closer, taken by the purity of the young one's soul. "Ya got a scent to ya, untouched... clean. An' I jus' not right now, can't resist it no more. I just wan' to eat ya up."

"Gissella!" Jiyam said sternly, pulling the larger woman back by hooking the clasp of her bandeau with her catalyst. "What's gotten into you!?" The clasp snapped.

"Ehehe, I tol' ya. It's all the mana. It's gettin' me all... what's ta word... cloudy minded ya know." Jezell pulled the thin cloth off of her chest, leaving it bare. "Damn thing breaks all the time... I should give Marcell a good beatin' for his shoddy craftsmanship."

Jiyam stepped onto Jezell's stomach to keep her from moving, "Well whatever the case, I don't like the way that the fight is going. It looks like Lady Maria is losing her patience."

Below the battle was starting to heat up, Maria was lunging across the platform with her halberd in hand, swinging wide to try and catch the party of adventurers in a fatal blow. Yet the Dark Knight matched each of her swings with a time parry from his greatsword. The movements of each of the combatants were becoming faster and faster, each spell came out more ferocious than the last, and even their steps were tearing away chunks of rock from the foundation upon which they fought.

[Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein: "This is bad! We're running out of time and we haven't done any significant damage to her!"
[Clearvim] Shria McLaud: "It might be time we use our trump card."
[Homura] Stella Munn: "Yeah I got it. Activating [Immortal Killer] now!"
System Message: Immortal Killer has been applied to Stella Munn's [True Longilus +15].
[Solemn Vigil] Vonn Emberwalker: "Using [Evasion Down] now! Your next hit is guaranteed!"
[Clearvim] Shria McLaud: "[Tempered Steel] has been cast, you can't be stunned!"
[Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein: "[Iron Will], [Spirit Unbound], [Dark Arts: Bloodthirst], have been cast! It's all on you!"
[Homura] Stella Munn: "HERE I GO! DOOMSDAY CRAFT: DRAGONSLAYER [Spear of Heaven]!"

The Lancer launched herself at Maria, her spear now pulsed with so much power that each wave even shook the hearts of those watching the fight from high above. The weapon was amplified a million times over it's original strength, blessed with magic both forbidden and lost. The Lancer brought the spear back in midflight, launched herself upwards, and then came barreling down like a comet.

[Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein: "THIS IS IT!"

Maria turned and watched the Lancer descend upon her. The air around them was filling up with a blinding light, not only from the glow of that immortal-killing spear but now the frenzy of Jiyam's butterflies. Maria raised her halberd to block...

And in an instant the Lancer was eviscerated.

System Message: [Homura] Stella Munn has been killed by Maria, Eldritch Librarian.

Bits of her flesh splattered across Maria's body, coating her hair, face, and breasts in a thick viscous black-red blood. Thick piles of meat landed around the arena in a morbid rain. The great hungering maw on Maria's body began to eat the remains. Then finally, Stella's spear clatter to the floor and dispersed into aether.

Donald, Shria, and Vonn were aghast and without words. Vonn let her short bow clatter to the stone floor as she fell to her knees. Shria could not stop the flow of tears from her frightened eyes, and Donald could not hold back his incredulous anger. He took a step forward, his entire body shaking, and then fell to a knee. He had to plant his sword into the ground to keep himself upright.

"What... what the fuck was that..." he growled, "Stella's dead? Are you fucking with me right now? Can't we just raise her!? Her body should have come out unscathed!" He drew his sword from the ground and gripped it with what strength he could muster. "It's... impossible... this has to be some kind of trick... We're not supposed to die! We're chosen ones! We always come back to life!" He took three steps forward and raised his sword, "DAMN YOU, MONSTER!"

System Message: [Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein has been killed by Maria, Eldritch Librarian.

Before he even had the chance to swing his sword, Donald's head was rolling on the floor. His body collapsed into a puddle of his blood. Then his armor and his blade vanished back into the aether. Maria brought her halberd over her head and let her arms rest against it as if it were a bench.

"That... what... what in the world just happened there!? Did she just kill an adventurer!? How is that even possible!?" Jiyam screamed. She stepped off of Jezell and found herself standing at the edge of the observation platform. The rest of the Guardians stood in similar shocked states, either clamoring over the recent events or just sitting in stunned silence.

"Holy... shit..." Jezell sat up and stared. It was all that she could do. Her legs were now too weak to stand. She was shaking and her breaths came fast and shallow.

The other two heroes stood their ground the best they could. Vonn drew her short sword and held it to try and fend off the Eldritch beast that approached her and Shria. But it was no use, her movements were too slow. It was not even in a blink of an eye that Maria had snatched Vonn into one of her massive scaled claws. Maria held the ranger as if looking upon a puppet. She grinned and used a thumb to tear the boiled leather off of the ranger as if she was peeling the skin off of a fruit. Then when all of the adventurer's equipment was shorn away, Maria held her straddling the massive iron blade that she had tied to her tail. Shria could do nothing but watch in horror as Maria pulled Vonn's legs down over the blade and split the Ranger in half.

System Message: [Solemn Vigil] Vonn Emberwalker has been killed by Maria, Eldritch Librarian.

Then finally Maria turned to the Thaumaturge, now collapsed on the floor in a puddle of her own urine.

And with her, Maria ate the Thaumaturge alive. She had each limb torn off in turn and fed to the ravenous toothed slit that dominated Maria's bottom half before finally dropping the half-dead head and torso of the elf into the gnashing teeth below.

System Message: [Clearvim] Shria McLaud has been killed by Maria, Eldritch Librarian.

With the fight over, the stone bridge that connected the arena to the rest of the Library once again reappeared. Though Maria was victorious, none of the Guardians made any move to congratulate their mistress. Jiyam took several steps back and collapsed. Her eyes were wide. There were no words for any of the Guardians to speak. They had just witnessed what was impossibly brutal.

"Hey Jiyam... go and fix up the dungeon... I'll bring our guests to see the Librarian..." Jezell said. She got up and made no attempt to preserve her modesty. Instead she just wore her broken bandeau over the nape of her neck like a scarf.

"Yeah... I... I... I appreciate it Jezell..."

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When they found Maria, she was in one of the lower levels of the Library, where water running from underground rivers emptied into the huge aquifer that made it's home in the bottomless depths of the cavern. Her huge body was coiled together and she was washing herself in one of the many waterfalls that dotted this level. There were none Jiyam's butterflies around her this time, instead the area was lit by red light coming from several lanterns hanging on the cavern wall.

"Milady," Jezell said as they approached. She dropped to a knee a the water's edge. "pardon our intrusion, but these are the guests that Lusiya bid me to bring to you."

Maria looked down from her perch atop her coiled body and smiled. She covered her breasts with her hands. "Oh my, how embarrassing that they find me while I bathe." Her lower maw bristled and drank deeply from the pool of water she was in. The ivory fangs still glistened with pink residue from the blood mixing with the fresh water. "I would feel so ashamed were that you had not your own chest exposed like that Gissella. You must be quite proud."

Jezell was silent.

"Ah, you are quite serious today. Just when I was in the mood to humor your usual advances." Maria laughed girlishly to herself. Her body uncoiled and she brought her human half down to eye level. She was the same height as Antoinette and Katya when she was lowered despite her lack of legs. For the first time they got a good look at her face.

Maria had soft kind green eyes and long blonde hair. Her face was girlish and not at all frightening. In fact, if it weren't for her massive size, she might had been cute. She had two black horns that curved backwards around her head like an ebony crown, and her ears stood tall behind her head. They were less like ears and more like the spoked horns of a dragon. Between her horns was a small black gemstone. It looked like a cutout of the world it was so smooth. She smiled gently. "And just how can I help the precious friends of my first apprentice? Would you like something to eat? Or perhaps to drink? Or do you need a companion of the flesh? Just ask and I will provide anything you could want."

She paused as she brought herself out of the pool. Water sloughed off her scales in waves, casting small waves over the feet of those in her audience. "Oh, or perhaps you would like to hear a story? A fairy tale perhaps. After all, I might not look it, but I am the best storyteller in the land." Her smile was genuine and her voice was soft. The warmth of her body seemed inviting. But those kind eyes sent chills down the spines of all those that stood before her.

They were green, but deep. As if they were endless, and when Antoinette looked hard enough she could swear that there were flickers of ember and flame within those pools of green.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Nov 29, 2016

The Rising Dawn | Medical Bay:
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Jenny | Chrysalis | Blade | Strider Hien

".. As touching as this all is, don't you have someone to attend to?" Chrysalis asked with annoyance, then added the comment, "Not to be a cock block 'Blade', but ... your Gardevoir is the savoir-faire to my misery and I need some fucking assistance so I don't die."

"...Oh-...uhhhh..." Blade mumbled, seeming a bit more embarrassed about his public display of affection then he was a moment ago.
"No, it's alright. I-ngh-should really lay back down anyway..." Jenny added, echoing that little hint of shame as she sat back down on her own bed.
"Anyway, I-i-i'm sure a doctor will be around soon."
"....Y-yeah..." Blade merely added, not looking too happy about this situation, but in the end, that was Jenny's nature wasn't it? Didn't matter if she had been beaten halfway to hell and forced to do terrible things, all that was on her mind was helping others.
"Right-....need to watch over Hien-"
"Hien....That bastard is on board?..." Jenny then growled, all grace and kindless soon leaving her system as soon as this "Hien" was mentioned.
"Hey, hey, relax. We got him, Jenny. He's not going anywhere. Took him down myself. Well-me, Furiae and her Ex did. Just stay and get some rest and don't worry: I'll be sure to get you when it's time to put the screws on him on where Hiryu is..." The Grovyle then tried to calm her, though it seemed that her wounds were the only thing stopping her from pulling that asshole's brains out though his anus rather then her "Forgiving Nature".

"...You better..." She spat, wincing a little as she got back into bed and exhaling loudly as she laid back, still feeling rather raw from all she endured.
"Alright, and you-...errrr...Whatever-your-name is, I'll get a doctor down soon, okay?" The Strider then said before limping away, joining the rather large security detail in the middle of the medical bay.
"...R-right....So...was there something else you needed?..." Jenny then asked a bit coldly, her bedside manner seeming to have soured as a pair of medics began to give them the finishing touches to their wound dressings.

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