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

Zepherus14 · Jan 22, 2017

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Neely Street?? (definitely not Hell though)
Hat-iquette #10: Be sure in cases of a quick escape, tie one's hat to their skull as it is an advantageous venture
Ruby Babbage-Lovelace | Nina Zaczoltski | Phillip!!!

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With all due respect, Nina had actually meant what she'd asked Ruby. With how she'd been eyeing the cloth there, it was obvious enough that Ruby wasn't merely looking at the patterns just because they were pretty looking like a normal child might. The response Nina received to her question however made her head tilt to the side questioningly. How exactly was Ruby expecting to use that cloth to figure out where they were Nina wondered. She'd walk over and stoop down to the clothing rolls to get a second look herself, flipping the cloth over to see if there might be something on the back too? "Good question, I don't remember seeing shops the last time I went passed here either, but not to worry, that's not going to stop us Ruby!" Nina replied to Ruby's question of where they were. "When I'm lost I normally look for a map... or google. But my phone has been getting horrible service ever since I got to Denver... Anyways the point is I'm really impressed you could even attempt to figure out where we were just from looking at these Ruby!" Nina said as she lifted one of the smaller spools in her hand. 'Come to think of it, Ryan had mentioned they were kinda like the X-men. Wonder if Ruby has some sort of clothing ability?' Nina thought to herself as she remembered what Ryan had told her about the people on the Dawn.

"Where?" Nina craned her neck around, her eyes looking to Ruby's outstretched hand before they rolled in the direction it indicated [http://orig14.deviantart.net/9279/f/2017/022/f/9/street_fog_way_of_spoop_by_zepherus14-dawd1c3.jpg]. Nina squinted as Ruby continued talking, admitting her apprehension of this supposed portal she saw. "Well, no." Nina said, setting the spool down into the pile. She would stand beside Ruby, approximately at her eye level a moment, making sure she was indeed looking at what Ruby was indicating, sneaking a confused look at Ruby's Grimoire attached to the little one. "Honestly I'm not sure if I'd call that scary, but I wasn't thinking of going there, down the street some more was a door that looked promising." Nina said, pointing down the street whereas the anomaly Ruby spotted was across the street and down the way they would be headed.

Perhaps Ruby would find some comfort in her temporary guardian genuine confidence in this situation, like a spaghetti covered rock for Ruby to brace against the flowing tide of oddity she'd found herself in. Still, Nina would be more than happy to take Ruby's hand. It was one of those tender but solid grips, giving off a feeling of 'I got this' without being overbearing. As they walked down the street, they would leave the cloth store and pass the clothing related knickknack accessories she'd seen behind. They'd pass by a few more shops, some which were closed but others that seemed to sell produce, animal cages minus the animals and if the name suggested on the sign above the store, magical items? Nina scoffed at the idea as they passed the magic shop, figuring it was merely a holistic medicine or shop you'd expect to find a Q-ray in. Oddly, as they ventured farther into this area, the walls of the buildings, the streets, the cart that sat alone and abandoned, all appeared to be losing more colour as they walked into the pea soup fog. One might guess at first it was the fog, possibly building up more, but Ruby's field of view was the same. A better explanation would be the world's own saturation was being messed with. They'd then cross an intersecting street after a brief moment to look both ways, Nina would stop at a door on the side of a plant shop, and unlike last time this door was still there. Unlike last time however, as Nina tried to open it, nothing happened. Even using two hands and a foot to the wall didn't make it budge!

"I can't get it open?" Nina groaned, rubbing her hands after the ordeal. "This should definitely be it..." She looked back to where they'd come, retracing her steps back in her head of where she'd gone previously. She was sure that this was the door she'd come from, so there was only two logical solutions to this problem. "Of all the luck..." She rubbed her temples with a hand. "So either someone locked where I came from, or this door is only a one way deal..." She gave a couple of hard knocks on the door and looked to see if Phillip could fit underneath, the door being quite flush with the door frame quickly stopped that plan as well. "Can't believe I'm saying this but, I think we might have to go back. We could keep knocking on this door for a while but if someone locked it, it'd be faster for us to just head to the library first and then go from that direction, at least then all the doors should be openable from that way." Nina explained giving one last pull on the door before taking Ruby's hand again.

"Before we do that though, I think I should show you over there. Honestly it's nothing to be scared of Ruby, far from it. It can actually be very informative and fun depending on what you're looking for and what they have available!" Nina stated with a light hearted tone, pointing vaguely in the direction of the spooky portal thing as Ruby described. "Don't worry, we'll get right back to finding my hat right after this, but I feel like you being afraid of that of all things... Books aren't a burden as much as you might think~" From their perspective now, the portal itself was more of a parallelogram and seemed smaller now. Regardless Nina would lead the way, crossing the street again with a quick look both ways and coming back up the street on the opposite side they'd first gone. Ruby would still see that black object piercing through the very buildings they walked passed as they approached, until they finally came upon a book store.

The bookstore itself was situated on a semi elevated patio, an open door greeting them to enter which Nina gladly walked into to help prove her point. The interior was semi cluttered, an empty counter space to the side gave way to a long hall of shelves upon shelves of books. [http://orig13.deviantart.net/8c32/f/2017/022/1/e/bookstore_spoop_by_zepherus14-dawcysv.jpg] "See, no problem at all, it actually looks kinda cute in here." Nina said, turning back to Ruby and put her arms proudly to the side.

Zepherus14 · Jan 23, 2017

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Denver | Ship's interior corridors
Hillary has never heard of a Santa before, but I'm excited to meet him!
Cadolbolg | [color=15650D]Ton Ton[/color] | Hillary

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As the little ones sped through the hallways on their adventure to see the legendary Saint Nick, they'd hear the crack of a series of sparks from a hallway intersection they were quickly approaching. The brief whiff of ozone waft through the air before they'd hear a loud splat followed by a couple hard thuds to the floor. However they decided to tackle this unknown event, there would be a rather unexpected sight.

Whenever the two found their way around the corner, they would see what appeared to be a woman approximately in her mid 20s faceplanted into the floor. Appear being a very important disclaimer since she looked to be made of the very linoleum that made up the floor. Her body however still had the normal proportions of a human, ten fingers ten toes, four limbs, a short bob cut [http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp1A4jUpLkU/UXqdS5DIVII/AAAAAAAAAHU/KR-o9yhA2Yo/s640/20-popular-black-short-hairstyles-for-women-2012-short-straight.jpg] that looked to be one solid mass. She was naked in terms of clothing, but as she propped herself up by her elbow, they'd see she was following Barbie Anatomy rules [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BarbieDollAnatomy] or possibly more accurately Nonhumans lack attributes [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NonhumansLackAttributes]. She briefly held her head in her hand before she noticed the two. She blinked with her blank eyes, no iris or pupils were visually present. Depending on their eyesight however, they'd see the speckles that dotted the linoleum translating across her eye showing that indeed she did have functioning eyes to some degree.

Sitting up a bit more the woman sat up more, placing a hand to the ground to stabilize herself, and made the biggest yawn the hatchlings had ever seen. Now when the word phagocytosis is used, it's supposed to describe single celled organisms pinching their outer membrane to make space within, but this was an appropriate description of what the woman did as her lips opened and her mouth took shape as it extended deeper and deeper until it was out of sight in the back of her throat. At that point it was hard to say just how far this process continued within her until finally. "Hmm, hello! Hillary was... finished for the day and had left for her room to see Penelope. But now I'm here... Hillary has never seen you before, did you see how Hillary tripped?" The woman asked, her disposition sounded quite friendly although it was clear she was confused as to exactly what was going on. At least she wasn't freaking out upon seeing a dragon turtle.

Off to one side of the corridor a short ways away from the woman, there also lay a figurine with three people in a group. A young girl of 8ish with long hair and a bright smile, a younger woman with a blindfold across her face, and a middle age woman with a look of great wisdom and care towards the two younger ladies was featured as she looked down on them. The figurine was also made of the same linoleum as the floor.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jan 24, 2017

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Rising Dawn: Above Denver-Ruins

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Rising Dawn: Canteen: Jenny, Diana

While she should have been in bed getting the same kind of treatment the one known as Adelheid was, Jenny had something a bit more pressing on her mind.
There was a man she knew as Dr. Violet in one of the medical wards, being treated for what seemed to be a violent mishmash of mental disorders and without having any prior history of such illness in his life.
At the moments where she did manage to calm him down, he mentioned something about wanting to apologize to someone named Diana.
A quick word with some of the staff revealed who Diana was and, more importantly, that she was currently drinking herself numb in the canteen.
Currently sitting in a wheelchair and using her mental powers to gently push it along, she was still glad in bandages but thanks to Teri's efforts, she fared better then most did when it came to "De-Cyborging" her.
Noticing her target questioning the imp, she spoke up mentally and said "They have as much personality and free will as you or I. You would do well to respect that..."
After a wordless exchange with one of the waiters, she brought Jenny a apple juice while she rolled up to Diane's table.
"I'm not going to beat around the bush. What did you do to Dr. Violet?" she then asked in a rather confrontational manner, even while her lips drank her juice out of a straw.

NotYetForsaken · Jan 26, 2017

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Homecoming

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[i]maria's story - Good End[/i]

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"A child without knowing the words, can still feel where home is."

Jiyam's light came ever closer. Maria picked up her cup and took long gentle drinks of the sweet fruit tea. There was nothing more she could think to say - though her twisting body below betrayed her emotions. She had hoped, something deep inside her maiden's heart at any rate, that these guests would stay and become guardians of the Library. Without knowing them, she had grown fond of them. She was fond of the odd way they looked, the strange way they smelled, and the off way that they spoke. There was a muted familiarity with them, as if she had known them for already a long time.

Perhaps that was just the Library's way of expressing it's sorrow.

"It is as you wish. May good fortunes give rise to our next meeting."

"Here comes Lady Teresa," Jiyam said as she landed silently before the gathered group, "I bid thee give respects to the first queen of Candor." The butterflies landed gently around her like a cloud of snow. Their gentle luminescence cast everyone in a ghostly blue light as they waited for this Queen. Above them in the maze of bridges, other guardians gathered and gave knee to her coming.

In the distant darkness came a sensation as if the very air was choking on malignity. A seething hatred for all that was living, an absence of life - an absence of energy. Then from the darkness came a form walking upon the air as if it were stone. Her steps were quiet, but audible in the sudden gravity of the room. She was barefoot and her skin brushed against that ethereal stone as she ascended from the depths of the shadows.

Maria coiled her body tightly and smiled. "It has been far too long since you've come out. You are out of shape, Teresa."

"I do not hurry to play dress up," came her response. Her voice sounded soft, simply said, and sweet like that of a young girl's, yet her voice boomed and echoed off every corner of the library. Gisella held Katya close and Katya could feel the tenseness of Gisella's muscles, as well as the weak trembling of her softer flesh.

"I do not call you this time to put you in new clothes, sister," Maria called back.

Teresa stepped off of her ascent and onto the stone floor on which they all stood. The very rock softened at her foot falls and became no harder than gentle foam. She cleared her throat, "Hihi! Whatcha need from me then?"

She was... smaller than anyone really expected. Maybe five feet tall if you were pushing for it. Her small body was stained with deep blood-red tattoos that squirmed in the light like worms. She wore a tight fitting top and a skirt so short that it was really more of a cloth belt. Teresa reeked of blood.

Her tattoos were off... and on closer inspection, they were not tattoos, but huge swathes of missing skin and flesh that bled a river of constant blood in beautiful swirls and patterns across her otherwise flawless skin. Up and down her arms they ran, over her shoulders and through her breasts. Each bloody river pooled near her naval, where they collected into a thick solid gemstone in the shape of a filigree heart. No, it wasn't a heart. It was a womb carved into her belly, and the gemstones were like some sick mirror of her womanhood.

In an instant under her cheerful and toothy grin the gravitas fell apart as quickly as Maria did upon her younger sister. The great dragon swept the younger girl up in tight undulating coils until the two were at eye level. Maria kissed Teresa on the blood gem embedded on her forehead. "I love you sister."

Teresa laughed, "Love you too sis." She looked down at Katya and she looked down at Benedict and she looked down at Antoinette. "Who are your guests?"

"Travelers from another world." Maria answered.

Teresa paused and gave the group another once over, "And I guess they want to be sent home?"

"Yes."

"Ah, it makes sense. I'd leave big tiddy land too if I was given the chance. Despite how it is, everyone's inflated chest bugs the ever living daylights out of me." Teresa groped Maria to make her point, fondling the giant's chest with a practiced precision. Maria recoiled and dropped Teresa onto the stone floor, which came away and bowed to soften her landing.

Teresa turned to Benedict, "Man, well I suppose you want to leave my world. That means I gotta let you." She cracked her neck both ways, "It's a real pain in the ass you know, I'd much rather be with my harem than up here performing the ritual."

"I am sorry that I disturbed you, my lady." Jiyam said solemnly.

"Oh don't worry about it," Teresa said casually, "I'll punish you later, Jiyam-san."

"Thank you my lady!"

"You," Teresa pointed at Antoinette, "get ready to planeswalk. I'll only take down the barrier for about thirty seconds, so if you can't get out of our world by then, you'll be stuck here for another two weeks at the very least while the planar storms subside." She plucked the blood gemstone from her forehead and placed it on her tongue. "Now then, let's get started."

Instantly the haze of despair and darkness that followed Teresa vanished and in it's place a massive blinding whiteness took it's place. All around them white light broke through the darkness of the Library caverns and beautiful swirls of colors came flooding in from the outside.

Then all at once the world turned to white and Teresa's swirls of reds and blues and yellows and greens and oranges and violets devoured their senses. The bubble that separated the world of Midas... the Labyrinth of Midas from the rest of the worlds came crashing down and the storm of possibility and imagination was almost too much to bear. Here, in the Library, whose place resides in a close nexus to all of the other Labyrinths that had been created by the Great Mother, magic was so dense and so pure and so powerful that almost immediately those three intrepid mortals were lost to the vastness of pure creation.

In the tempest of welcoming light, their very dreams drifted in an out of being. Teresa held those false realities at bay with lashes of her scarlet blood. "Alright, see you later space cowboys." She grinned and held up her index finger as Antoinette and her two charges shimmered in the embrace of creation and vanished into Eternity.

"Bang."

Then the darkness returned, a black shield born of blood that swallowed the Library, swallowed Candor, and swallowed the realm of Midas, shielding it from the other worlds.

Obtained: "Proof of Voyage"

BlackHarte · Jan 27, 2017

PFC. Ilana Emmerson

Ilana was surprised when the door finally slid open. The feeling of dread grew suddenly and then fell off when the woman looked out of her door at Ilana. Ilana saluted suddenly, caught off-guard by the uniform she was wearing. "Excuse me Lieutenant!" Ilana said loudly as she stuck out her left hand with the First Lieutenant's letter. "Lieutenant Selmy wanted me to give this to you! Sorry to disturb you ma'am!"

In stark contrast to the tepid undeath around Anjali, the letter teemed with an aura of indescribable joy - simple gross incandescence.

Pvt. Sirius Blechior

"And don't fuck this up Sirius," PFC Mohsen said as he handed Dark Mongoose a letter. It smelled nice, like grapefruits and Dark Mongoose realized quickly that this was the same scent that the Princess had about her. He took it quickly and held it close. The paper was cream colored and smooth to the point that for a moment Dark Mongoose thought that he was holding flesh.

"I will not fail you, sire. Nod."

"You're suppose to actually nod when you want to nod Sirius," PFC Mohsen said.

"*Salute*, Yessir!" Dark Mongoose said.

PFC Mohsen massaged his temples. "Dismissed."

"*Leaves.*" Dark Mongoose said as he left the 263rd's office space.

"God save me."

Dark Mongoose made his way through the hallway after donning his signature black scout coat. Then he turned into another hallway and he turned fast so that his coat would flutter behind him. He was sure that it looked cool. His guns were still in their holsters because he could still feel their weight. His explosives were in place, his knives were strapped in, his smoke bombs were primed. Dark Mongoose was ready for his mission.

He turned right again. And then he was at his objective. The door was sealed magically, but that was okay. He would get through by his own devices. Dark Mongoose whipped out his counter-magic dust and sprinkled it over the door, then he took out his marking chalk and drew a circle on the door. He really hoped he could remember the diagram from when he did occult craft in high school.

While drawing in his magic circle, he accidentally hit the buzzer for the room, alerting the couple within to his presence.

PFC Isaac "Manticore" Mohsen

Isaac massaged his temples as Sirius Belchior left. The man had always been eccentric, but now his demeanor grated heavily on Isaac's nerves more so than it ever had in the past. "I suppose this is what Lola meant by leaving childish delusions in childhood." He grimaced. "No, Dolores." He corrected himself. It had always been something of an awkward situation with Dolores, he had never been anything less than a perfect gentleman around her. He had tried to be dashing, to be virtuous, to be strong. Isaac found his courage when he was near Dolores and he found his audacity when she was with him. He sighed. He knew plainly that he was in love, but he could never hope to have Dolores look upon him in the same way.

He wondered if Dolores could ever look at a man the way he looked at her. There had to be very little love left in her heart after her ordeal. He shuddered at the thought of her body, thin and limp in the lamplight, skin wet, bruised, and exposed. She had white hair back then, and it was so messy, stained with blood and spit. He had held her gently that night and cherished her warmth. She was so pure, so gentle. She was just a child. It was unthinkable that adults could do such barbaric evil. Even now the memory of Lola's broken body sent a cold chill down his spine.

He thumbed her letter. It was creamy and smooth, almost like her skin. Isaac sighed, sat up, and brushed his bangs from his eyes. "It would be best to let the past stay buried."

By the time that Isaac found Nadalia, the night had already worn long and the haunting image of Dolores' battered corpse stayed in the back of his mind. At the same time that he felt disgusted by the memory, he held tightly onto it with an unnatural avarice. He hoped to become strong, to become her knight. And so dearly did he grasp that hope, "Nadalia," he said as he handed the parchment to the Iron Queen. Her steely eyes matched his. "Dolores wants to invite you to a party tomorrow. See to it that you attend."

bluerocker · Jan 27, 2017

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The imp serving Diana huffed when his patron suggested that he had no free will of his own, and took it's leave towards the bar, chittering something or another in Infernal under it's breath. When it reached the front bar and said something to Luke, the bartender's eyebrows furrowed, before he shot a glance over to his patron (who was now talking with Jenny and ignoring a group of half-finished drinks), then back to his subordinate, [color=eca222]"What did she ask for?"[/color]
"My favorite drink."
[color=eca222]"Did you have something in mind?"[/color]
"Not really. Your will permitting, I was going to give her some of the 'good' stuff. Humans can survive imbibing fire-whisky, right?"

Luke looked back over to the human talking with Jenny and squinted for a moment, before noting that this human appeared to have glowing eyes. Unless your initials were M and S, that was not typically a common feature among your garden variety mortal. Returning his attention to the serving imp, Luke nodded faintly and waved off the imp, [color=eca222]"Yeah, I think this one can manage - Don't hang around unless you're called back again."[/color]

With a little bow, the imp left to the kitchens to acquisition the drink in question, leaving room for the second imp to arrive. This one made note of the black plumes of smoke Cabrion was making at his table, as well as an order of whiskey on the rocks. Luke poured out the desired drink and slid the glass over to the imp, but paused when asked about the question of whether smoking was allowed. He shrugged, answering pointedly, [color=eca222]"We don't get a lot of smokers around here. So long as it doesn't set off the fire alarms, I don't see why not. And here's the whiskey on the rocks for our resident Charlie Daniels fan."[/color] before he sent that imp on it's way as well; bringing his attention back to his main serving party. B.C. seemed content to nurse her beer at the moment, but Mio brought up the potential for something a little more entertaining than just pouring beers from the tap.

[color=eca222]"Rum? Well, I don't think it'll be killing devils anytime soon[footnote]Trivia time! I wasn't able to work this in properly, but there is a place in North Carolina called Kill Devil Hills that does sell rum by that name [http://outerbanksdistilling.com/legend-kill-devil/] (and was presumably named after the old moniker for the beverage). I thought it was neat.[/footnote], but I think this should suffice..."[/color]
Grabbing a couple bottles from the display behind him, Luke opened a metal container and after placing a chunk of ice inside, poured a quintet of different liquids inside, he placed a cap on and shook it heavily before pouring out the mix into a glass. The final flourish came in the form of a slice of pineapple skewered on a toothpick, a small sprig of mint and a straw. He placed the amber colored drink [http://iba-world.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/mai_tai.jpg] on a serving paper and slid it towards the pirate with a genial smile, [color=eca222]"Might I suggest, a Mai Tai? Two different kinds of rum, liquor, syrup, and lime juice; I think it should suit your craving..."[/color]

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Denver | Ship's interior corridors
Hillary has never heard of a Santa before, but I'm excited to meet him!
Cadolbolg | Hillary | [color=15650D]Ton Ton[/color]

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Frequently when the resident reptilian children encountered a humanoid, their reactions were as followed:

1) An indiscriminate amount of "Awwww" or cooing, like when one happens upon a puppy with huge watery eyes.
2) Shock or confusion, oftentimes accompanied by several words that little dragon/lizard children shouldn't be hearing
3) Violence, typically of the life-threatening kind.

To encounter something that looked at least somewhat human and not do any of these things was surprising, as well as not wholly unwelcome. Now, barring moments of physical affection, it was nice to not hear something like "What the fuck, a talking lizard" (and Ton Ton knew it was hard enough reigning in his younger pact-brother's tendencies, much less through parroting bad words) or to not be shot at. Rather, Hillary's greeting was 100% nonchalant, as if she had seen plenty of flying turtle-dragons and Tonberries. Therefore, it only seemed right the little duo return the greeting in kind.

Ton Ton shook his little lantern in a friendly manner, and Cadolbolg waved a little paw to the slime lady, Ton Ton opening with,
[color=15650D]"Hullo! My name's Ton Ton,"[/color]
"And I'm Cadolbolg! I've never seen you before either! We've been looking for someone named Santa. Is Penelope Santa?"
[color=15650D]"I don't think her Penelope is Santa, Cadolbolg. For one, Santa was a man last I checked; unless Lao Ban Santa is still in charge."[/color]
"Who?"
[color=15650D]"Don't worry about it- Anyway, Miss Hillary, we'd be happy to help you find your friend. What did Penelope look like? Maybe we've seen her and just didn't know it."[/color]

While Ton Ton's idea was certainly a good one, with Cadolbolg closer to the ground (relatively speaking anyways, he was carrying Ton Ton while hovering in the air, he was wont to see what was on the path below him more frequently. This lead to the little dragon-turtle baby pointing out the trio of dolls and asking plainly, "Is one of those dolls Penelope?"

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Rising Dawn: Med Bay
Adelheid | [color=0E59E4]Teri[/color]

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Adelheid's question gave the resident Cleric pause, as she mulled over what exactly possessed her to pull the young man out of the rubble. What was she hoping to gain out of this? Garm had brought up a solid point to leave him - the young Bernstein meant her nothing but harm when they first met; and at the same time, Teri had reason to believe that perhaps something was different. Back when she broke his mask in their scrap, the identities of FULGORE and Adelheid separated, if only for a moment; before the programming took over and she was captured. Yet here they were, him possessing no recollection of who she was or his former directives, and her feeling nothing but confused about the whole matter. She felt ..."dirty", for lack of a better term, like an honest child's guilt who, after having stolen someone's food, played dumb when questioned about it afterwards.

She knew of the young man in front of her - at least superficially - her brief stint as an Author granted her that much, yet at the same time, she did not know him. She didn't know things like how he took his coffee, movie preferences (if he even had any), or the story to an embarrassing scar like a real friend would have; she only knew him as a concept.

When she finally did cobble together an answer, her tone was careful and level, her expression uncertain, [color=0E59E4]"I...honestly can't tell you if I had a reason or not when I dug you out of the rubble, aside from 'it seemed like a good idea at the time.' And even then - do I need to have a reason?"
"Aside from you being the illegitimate son of my adoptive father and wanting to keep you away from potential power-mongering executives."
"You should worry more about getting better, rather than why I'm helping you."
"Maybe I'm a little scared of what happens if you remember how you got there."
"I'm not here to hurt you, Adel, I can promise you that much."
"But can you promise you won't do the same?"[/color]

There was no way to sugar-coat it, Teri knew full well that she was lying by omission. He wasn't in any shape to handle the amount of information she had about "Adelheid Bernstein", and the consequences of telling him everything she knew were up in the air. Yet, as she spoke to the person she had previously regarded as a 'concept'; even with the best of intentions in mind, she felt as if her stomach was a den of vipers.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Jan 28, 2017

NotYetForsaken said:
He wrote most of this

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Rising Dawn: Above Denver-Ruins

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Rising Dawn: Command Bridge: Rugal Bernstein, Major Rhodes

The Command Bridge was a windowless room deep in the superstructure of the Rising Dawn, and as Rugal approached he could feel the tension in the air.
There was no Officer of the Watch, no assistants, not even those strange soldiers that the Major had brought with her.
Instead, the silence was only broken by a male voice - angry and harsh.

"-and under who's jurisdiction did you abandon the Soul of Tomorrow!?" said the voice. It was a large husky man plastered over a digital screen. His moustache covered his mouth, but even through that mat of thick bristly hair his scowl was clear.
"My own, sir." Rhodes said. She acted meekly, somewhat bashful. She had taken off her beret and coat, leaving them lying on the table in front of her. She held her hands together gently on the communications table."And how did you free the Confessors from prison!?" he continued, spittle staining the screen.
Rhodes was silent, but did not take her steely eyes away from the man.
"Well!?"
"They came to me," Rhodes finally said, softly and matter-of-fact. "They are my people, and they stayed in your prison only because I had commanded it."
"Such insolence! Utter disrespect! I should have you court marshaled for such an act of treason! Where in the world did you even run off to Rhodes!? What was so important that you left the Soul of Tomorrow unattended for three days, and what compelled you to suspend the construction orders of the Inquisition!?"
Rhodes cast her eyes down.
It almost looked like she was a scolded child, uncharacteristic of the no-holds barred Major that Rugal had seen - and that Major Armstrong had fought. "I have no excuse, Brigadier General sir."

Oh lovely...another adoring audience... Rugal thought to himself as he suppressed a sigh before walking in, whatever about his past life, at least back then securing victory as Rugal Bernstein, Legend of the Criminal Underworld actually felt like victory.
On the Rising Dawn? It felt more like an unrewarding chore.
"I take it you don't watch the news much do you then, Brigadier General?" He boldly stated as he attempted to channel some of his former glory with a commanding presence.
In a past life, he used to rub shoulders with dictators, rebel leaders and higher ranking generals, right before getting them to eat from his hand or beg for mercy, time to see if he still got it...
"Our unit clearly required assistance after a surprise ambush in Denver did much to weaken our forces. One of those wounded was the Major's own daughter and frankly, had she not abandoned her post, my own daughter would have fared even worse. I'll confess that I'm not too well educated on the Major's role in your organisation but with the detainment of M. Bison, Dr. Albert Wesker, Dr. Neo Cortex, Dr. Victor Von Doom and the creature known as Bruiser on top of basically coming to our rescue, I am rather glad she made the tactical decision she made..." He said as he strode though the bridge, making sure to show the Brigadier General his "Good" side.
"Of course, I can imagine there are somethings more important then making sure that the entire United States don't fall into the hands of a mad man, that an extremely dangerous villain who once destabilized the entire Indo-Asia region doesn't evade capture and that this entire ship isn't being blasted out of the sky...Though I might require some assistance in figuring that one out myself..." He then asked in a matter that seemed to finally make the General snap.

"... THIS IS BIGGER THAN YOU. ANY OF YOU." The man managed to speak though gritted teeth before the call was terminated, something that Rugal took a bit more pleasure in then he should have.
"It really says a lot about your commander when I find his manners to be less polite then Kim Jong-il's..." He said to the major, recalling his past dealings with the Korean Dictator (least before he figured out those "RPGs" he was selling him were just stolen muskets, good times...)
"I tend to bring out the worst in men. But even among men, General Noran is known for his hair-trigger temper. Much to my own misfortune that he is my commanding officer." Rhodes sighed back before flipping her hair slightly as she put back on her beret.
"Indeed. I had come to thank you for your assistance, though it appears an apology might be better suited. I know you had your own reasons for coming to our aid, but I'd sleep better knowing you didn't lose your rank because we-...*I* couldn't control the situation." The wanna-be captain winced slightly as he said that, but after all, the first rule of leadership: Everything is your fault.
Starting to return to her proper confidence, she merely answered "Keep your gratitude. I came to protect my children. My position was never in danger. I am far too important for them to court marshal."
"Very well. Though and I mean this, I would like to repay the favor. Should you find yourself in a situation I might be able to assist in, in person or otherwise, I insist you ask for me."

To his surprise, the Major had something in mind: "Very bluntly then. Can you get my daughters American citizenship?"
"Natural Born or Visas?"
"Either. They have been holding Saren and Laeta's immigration paperwork over me for good behavior since I arrived here."
"...Would it not cause you hassle for them to "Suddenly" be US citizens?"
"It would. The proper paperwork needs to be done, which I why I have not had them forged already."
Nodding slightly in understanding, Rugal then took out his PDA before making a memo for himself, as well as taking down some extra notes for this little business deal of theirs.
"Any prevalence in what state or city they would like to be residents of?"
"Not particularly. They have not been in one city for very long, given the nature of my employment...Wherever is convenient shall do. But the biggest matter is getting their applications unfrozen and forced through the bureaucracy. They are watched - any unofficial methods will surely be revoked."
Smiling slightly, He then answered "Understood. While I'm "Dead", it's not the first time that's happened so there is still a great deal of uncertainty around my fate. As such, I should be able to call on some old contacts in the State department. Nothing criminal, just some office worker will suddenly get a vast improvement in their work ethic and "accidentally" overlook the current state of their applications."

"That would be... nice. I would very much like Saren and Laeta to grow up to lead normal lives."
That sentence gave Rugal pause as he instinctively clutched the device in his hand before gazing at one of the walls of the command bridge.
"Indeed...I wonder sometimes if Teri and Melethia still can. So much has happened in both of their lives, because of this ship and...me...." He muttered in a wave of self-pity, a habit that he'd find downright rage educing if it wasn't so damn depressing.
"Do not give yourself that much credit. They chose their lives, and would have done the same thing without you. There are those who are born with a thirst for adventure, and a thirst for conflict. I was like that when I was young. Their father was the opposite - and I hoped that he would have given my daughters a gentle life far from the 'miracles' to which I had to attend."
Part of him wanted to correct her statement but considering the nature of Melethia's Deathmark or Teri's former "Demi-god" status, he settled on replying "I can understand that, I don't wish to force them to live a life they don't want to live. I just hope they can find something more peaceful then the mess we just cleaned up."

"Or perhaps you do not give your women enough credit - when they are ready to retire, they will. I have scarce seen one who fights when they have no heart. War is a tedious thing, believe me. Those of faint heart would not have lasted this long." Rhodes answered as she swiftly put on her jacket before placing a hand on the Captain's shoulder.
"They want to be here, for whatever reason. Cherish that."
"...I'll try. Thank you once again for your aid, Major." He answered back, even going so far as to give her a formal salute.
A slight bit of amusement crept onto her face as she walked off stating "It is quite alright, save your gratitude for something more significant."
Before she reached the door, she did slow to a halt as one last matter came to mind.
"Though..."
"Something else on your mind?"
"Yes. I saw something while I was here. A white cat, or something like that. Do you allow animals aboard this ship? I remember faintly that Lola always wanted a cat."
Giving it a bit of thought, he then answered "Indeed we do. My daughter and partner each own domestic dire wolves. I myself own a black panther. But a normal white household cat? Can't recall seeing such a thing..."
"Hm...It was the most particular thing. Well, whatever is the case, do keep an eye out."
And with that the Major left and Rugal was back to finding things to occupy his mind to keep the recent memories buried.
Right...Might as well start making those phone calls then... He thought before returning to his office, trying to remember the number of children the father he was about to threaten had....

Zepherus14 · Jan 29, 2017

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Denver | Ship's interior corridors
'I'm getting the feeling of deja vu?'
Cadolbolg | [color=15650D]Ton Ton[/color] | Hillary

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While the duo made their introductions, Hillary got to her feet and acknowledged their greetings with another hello. As the two continued to talk about if Penelope was Santa they might not catch Hillary's mannerisms; she would briefly rub her fingers together, squeeze her arm and lightly brush her hand across the solid mass of hair on her head. Obviously, she was checking something, but what exactly?

Once Ton Ton had made up his mind to offer to help Hillary, she felt the need to correct him on one slight disconnect with what they were saying. "Well, Penelope will be where everyone sleeps for the nigh-" Hillary started to explain herself as her eyes looked to see what Cadolbolg had pointed to, immediately cutting herself off as she saw the discarded item.

"Oh! Oh no!" Although not a shout, those words didn't lack the emphasis a shout would carry as she beelined for the figurine that lay on the ground.[footnote]It was a one solid piece statuette, not three entities, all standing one a single base (Akin to this for example) [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/e3/d4/dce3d4574f8e2fe9bb8a008961569db3.jpg] presumably made by one solid piece of limoleum. [sub]At least for the moment.[/sub][/footnote] Gingerly, she'd pick it up and rotated the object around to inspect it thoroughly. After an agonizing spell of scrutiny, Hillary closed her eyes and held the figurine close to her chest, a small smile forming across her lips. "Thank goodness it's alright." Making her relief well known before she turned her head to Cadolbolg. "You have no idea how much this means to me, thank you very much Cadolbolg~" She gave a brief pause to allow the little turtle dragon a moment to let the appreciation sink in before continuing with. "As for your question though, none of the people here are Penelope. This was made many years before I ever met her."

Her head tilted up a bit further as she spoke to Ton Ton "As Hillary was saying, I don't think Hillary'll need help finding Penelope herself." She stated, trailing off a bit as she looked around again. "Where I am right now, that is a better question to ask. I don't remember this hallway now that I think of it either; did Hillary miss a sign again? I am on The Laplace, right?" She said as she looked down the hallway Ton Ton and Cadolbolg hadn't come from.

Texas Joker 52 · Jan 29, 2017

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She had to give credit where it was due, the bartender was certainly a handsome devil. Snappy dresser too, though she supposed that any classy bartender had to be. Really, if she wasn't completely disinterested, she'd be tempted to make a serious pass at him. But sex wasn't her idea of fun. No, her idea of fun was both simpler, and had a wide range of wonderful shit to choose from, and she didn't even need anyone for some of it.

"[color=eca222]I do and I don't. It really depends upon the time of day and whether the crew here are busy. We just got back from a doozy of a mission, so I suspect it'll be filling up soon. How about you and your friend here? I don't remember seeing your faces around.[/color]"

As he slid her beer over, she took the time to think about her answer as she took a nice, long sip. It was certainly cheap; The nasty taste and alcoholic burn in the back of her throat definitely told her that much. But it was cold, and it was already contributing to a light, pleasant buzz. However the taste was so bad it ended up being rather fascinating.

So while the bartender saw to other orders, she sat back and took another experimental sip. She couldn't really tell what kind of beer it was, really, and she considered herself something of an expert on cheap beers. In fact, she could only think of two other times she had tasted beer that was worse. It made her think of a space monkey with a urinary infection that had peed in fifty-year-old nuclear battery acid. Fascinating.

Turning back to the barkeep, B.C. set down her glass and smirked at him a little. She caught a glimpse of one of the other patrons as she did: Both he, and the little waiter that took his order, looked like they came straight out of an old Terran Bible of the Satanic persuasion.

"We're new recruits, actually. Though I for one can't say for sure what exactly I signed up for." the Convict lied smoothly, "I mean, I know the official line for this outfit, but what are we really in for? What don't they tell the newbies?"

She placed a hand under her chin and propped her elbow onto the bar as she leveled her eyes on Luke, before jerking her head toward the horned and tailed customer.

"Look at him for example. Clear he ain't human like you guys, or that's one... Hell of a skin condition. And I ain't human even though I look it. So you've got whatever he is, your waitstaff, and you've got space aliens like me. Just what kind of outfit is this? Hate to think I actually joined an intergalactic circus and freak show instead of a fighting force." she explained with a lighthearted shrug.

Generic NPC 22 · Jan 31, 2017

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Emloy's Oracle had simply been lost in the shuffle of time since the defeat of the Grotesquerie Empress at the hands of Ole Saint Nicolas. She remembered being rather annoyed at the thought that such a beast could be defeated in such a random manner and vented that annoyance in a rather destructive fashion, causing so much damage in one of the training rooms that it would be at least a month before it was back in service. While it was hardly a replacement for the real thing, sometimes a demi-goddess had to do what a demi-goddess had to do, especially considering that robbing the Black and Crimson Clad Berserker of glorious battle was akin to foreplay with no climax. While not as good as a life or death struggle, the session in the training room had taken the edge off, so to speak, and allowed Rory Mercury to throw herself into assisting with some of the rescue operations the restored local government had begun, moving rubble with her bare hands and removing those lucky enough to survive while saying prayers to those who were not.

That was a day or two ago, give or take a week, and with the rescue operations now shifted into recovery operations, meaning that no signs of survivors remained, and exhausted Rory Mercury returned to the Airship.

"Tadaima..." The Dark Haired Demi-Goddess muttered as she passed through the swinging double doors of Canteen before remembering that she was neither home nor did many aboard the Airship speak the Japanese language, "I'm back..." She corrected herself as she settled into one of the bar stools at the bar, resting her halberd against it as she did. Seeing that the Bartender, Luke, was busy rather busy with a group of patrons, a few of whom were unfamiliar to the Demi-Goddess of Death, the Overworked Oracle of Emloy flagged down one of the bar's many minions and ordered a beer.

"[color=57117A]Aren't you forgetting something, my dear?[/color]" The imp said rather uncharacteristically towards its customer, its eyes fixed upon the Priestess with a rather intense look. Looking at the lowly creature, Rory didn't have to look around her to know that those around her had stopped moving, a rather standard procedure when a deity communes with his chosen. Tapping itself on the forehard while scratching its chin, the imp possessed by Emloy continued to speak, "[color=57117A]Yes, yes, quite right. I believe I told you to go visit my shrine in Japan and consecrate it, am I right? There are those who have chosen to follow in your footsteps and walk in my light. Without a shrine, however, their prayers fall on deaf ears. That will just not do! Besiiiides, it's been some time since you've visited your beloved man-toy hasn't it? I hear his grave is a rather popular place to visit among my future priestesses... and among those who follow another goddess whose name I don't need to mention in your presence.[/color]"

Rory eyed the imp possessed by Emloy and didn't say a word, her eyes flicking towards her halberd before returning back to her patron. She could feel the anger boiling up from the cracks at the mere reference to Hardy. Finally, after a moment of hesitation, she nodded, "Yes, my lord Emloy. I will go to your shrine and consecrate it..."

Emloy nodded with a smile, chuckling as he responded to his Demi-Goddess' words, "[color=57117A]I'm sure that's not all you'll be doing... but I'll give you free-reign on the matter, as I always have, my chosen one. Oh and just a bit of warning about my future followers... they may seem a little ... strange... but well, I am the god of insanity after all. Have a safe journey... oh and... I think you're about to get a traveling companion...[/color]"

Time resumed for the world, or was it Rory that time resumed for? Around her the patrons of the establishment continued to mill about, drinking or discussing the topic of the day. The imp, having had no memory of his recent use as Emloy's hand puppet, brought returned with a cold beer, its label bearing the words Deadman's Draft. Picking the pint glass off of the bar, the Demi-Goddess of Dead took a thoughtful sip as to who her companion in travels might be when a rather familiar noise made its entrance.

*BOOOOOOOM!* Went the roof of the Canteen as something breached the hull of the Airship before landing on top of the bar.

"Tadaima..." A dazed and confused Katya Rostikova muttered from atop a pile of recently returned dimensional travelers, "Oh... hey Rory... did you know that your name sounds like a play off the word loli?" The Dazed and Confused Code Compiler commented before looking around, "Hey guys... I think we're back."

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | An Open Air Market (In Hell!)
Hat-iquette #11: I... got nothing... or do I? ~Pulls a rabbit out of his hat~
Ruby Babbage-Lovelace | Nina Zaczoltski | Phillip!!!

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As far as Guardians or Babysitters went, Miss Zaczoltski in a much different class of caretakers compared to Mister Eddie. Unlike Mister Eddie, the blonde babysitter did not have a "bite the heads off of small flying mammals" aura, which would have been a plus in a majority of circumstances. At Ruby Babbage-Lovelace's age, it was difficult to tell if the confidence and kindness demonstrated by Miss Zaczoltski was manufactured or authentic but regardless of its origins, the Magical Pink Princess felt reassured by the way the Tentacle Toting Caretaker of Tykes held herself in this sort of environment. As many times as the Ribbon Wearing Witchling insisted on being treated like an adult, there were moments that she found being coddled like a child rather soothing.

"Honestly I'm not sure if I'd call that scary, but I wasn't thinking of going there, down the street some more was a door that looked promising." Miss Zaczoltski said from where she had kneeled next to Ruby, using the young girl's arm as a sight.

Taking the child by the hand, the careful caretaker lead her ward through the market, the surprisingly empty market devoid of life, movement, sound or anything remotely normal for a market. As she followed the Tentacle Toting Hat Tipper. Ruby looked around at her surreal surroundings, feeling that twinge of apprehension, that tiny bit of anxiety that children felt when placed in unfamiliar situations. A scoffing noise from Miss Zoczoltski drew the Minature Magical Girl's attention, making her realize two things, firstly that Ruby had been holding on to her Temporary Custodian's hand rather tightly and secondly that her Temporary Caretaker had been scoffing at a shop that sold magical items. Catching a glance some of the items on display, Ruby's eyes widened at the sight of a few rather powerful relics. The only thing that kept the young girl from squeaking in excitement was a sudden shift in her vision. It was as if she was going color blind for a moment or it was as if they were walking though a fog filled still life and they'd reached the part of the painting where the artist had intentionally muted the colors to better simulate the fog.

They'd arrived at their location and Miss Zaczoltski started attempting to open another door. Attemping but not succeeding.

"I can't get it open?" The Caretaker of the Cute groaned, "[/b]This should definitely be it... Of all the luck... So either someone locked where I came from, or this door is only a one way deal...[/b]" Miss Zaczoltski commented before she gave a couple of hard knocks on the door, "Can't believe I'm saying this but, I think we might have to go back. We could keep knocking on this door for a while but if someone locked it, it'd be faster for us to just head to the library first and then go from that direction, at least then all the doors should be openable from that way."

Ruby was about to suggest that she try to use one of her ribbons to unlock the door when her hand was once against engulfed by her Guardian's.

"Before we do that though, I think I should show you over there. Honestly it's nothing to be scared of Ruby, far from it. It can actually be very informative and fun depending on what you're looking for and what they have available!" Ruby's Temporary Custodian stated with a light hearted tone as she pointed vaguely in the direction of the spooky portal thing as Ruby described. "Don't worry, we'll get right back to finding my hat right after this, but I feel like you being afraid of that of all things... Books aren't a burden as much as you might think~"

Had the Blonde Babysitter been looking at her charge, she would have noticed that Ruby's eyes were attempting to pin her with a rather quizicle look. Ruby was not scared of books. Ruby enjoyed books. Books were practically the only sort of friends that Ruby had made in her nine years of life. The two wanderers walked of a bit, around the ... thing... that had creeped Ruby out earlier until they happened upon a small bookstore.

"See, no problem at all, it actually looks kinda cute in here."

That was a rather subjective statement. From Ruby's perspective the bookstore was chaotic, unorganized and worst of all, in dire need of a cleaning. Books that were improperly shelved sended to live shorter lives as being stored in a non standard manner tended to put strain on the binding and ultimately cause pages to fall out of the book. Walking towards a stack of books, Ruby picked up a random tome and read the title aloud.

"Erasmus' Thesis on Dimensional Doorways... first edition." She read before picking up another book, "Tomato Soup for Tots..." Another, "Holy Water Purification and Nature's Bounty: A Beginner's Guide by Archmage Pyranus."

Eyeing her custodian with a large and excited smile. True to Miss Zaczoltski's word, there didn't appear to be anything dangerous in the area or remotely life threatening, except for maybe a random papercut. Ruby nodded emphatically before repeating, "You're right, Miss ... erm... Nina. No problem at all!" Looking up at Nina's face, Ruby's expression suddenly shifted to what could be best described as cute puppy face, "But... maybe someone should organize these books... they're really out of order... and maybe while we're putting them up we could look through a few of them. Oh and do you think you want me to try slipping a ribbon underneath that door that you said was locked and try to unlock it... or maybe force it open? There were a couple of shops that had some reagents that I could turn into an explosive potion... Oh oh oh... and there was this one shop that had a skeleton key... but it's only one use so it breaks afterwards. I mean if that door that you couldn't open is a shorter way to your hat, we could spend a little more time here?"

Silence · Feb 3, 2017

The Rising Dawn

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Morning
Anjali | Pvt. Ilana Emmerson

Anjali took the letter Pvt. Ilana Emmerson held out to her, kind of taken aback by the aura it showed. "Thank you." she said, "But who wass Lieutenant Sselmy again? Did I meet her before?"

She stepped out of her room, closing the door behind her, and started to walk towards the canteen while looking out for Emmerson to follow. "I'm not a lieutenant by the way, I jusst got this uniform ... what iss your name, if I might ask?"

As she continued on her way, she put a fingernail under the lid of the letter and carefully opened it, curious what it might contain, as she took it out and tried to read it.

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Canteen
Mio | B.C. | Luke | Canteen Interior

Mio inspected the drink that was served to her curiously. "Mai Tai? Never heard of it, but it sounds like something the cannibals of Thatchen Island would drink." she stated, before chugging the whole drink down in one go.

"Huh, that's sweet!" she called out after. "Whew, I did not expect that! Well, actually, you said it contained syrup, but still ...
It was pretty nice. Another! But you could make it a bit stronger this time!"

After the few seconds it took to do all this, Mio finally took in her surroundings a bit more. She inspected Luke for a bit, then stated: "Hey, you look like someone who could get into perfectly legal business, not only alco... rum. You have to tell me, did you work as a pir... privateer at some point? It's perfectly fine if you haven't, I would hire you regardless. Not that this is some kind of interview to find out if you would work or anything ...

Hey, did I tell you about the time my ship went into some kind of dark hole, because it was pushed by a giant octopus? Probably not, I just got here. So yeah, I went through this hole and ended up here, and WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SHIP?!"

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Diana | Jenny | Canteen Interior

Diana stopped drinking, irritated, as she registered a foreign voice in her head, before continuing it again, not looking much different than before. Get out of my head, can't you see I am busy? she adressed Jenny. This is very important. I need to get gronked as fast as possible, and this shit really does not hit hard enough. I thought, maybe this imp-thing could get me something better.

Who was Dr. Violet again?

As the imp returned, she gave him a smile. "Thank thee. I will try and judge you by the merit it brings me." Diana took the fire-whisky and inspected it. "I guess this will work." she stated, and raised her glass to Jenny, meeting with her eyes. Was he one of the guys trying shady stuff with me? You know, I just beat them up if they don't stop. Was that it?

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Feb 3, 2017

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Rising Dawn: Above Denver-Ruins

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Rising Dawn: Canteen: Jenny, Diana

"I know you know who Dr. Violet is..." Jenny insisted, not breaking eye contact with Diana, this wasn't the first time she dealt with "Her Type" and it wasn't going to be the last.
"From my understanding of events, He wronged you somehow during the battle in Denver, so you did serious damage to his mental state. If you tell me what exactly you did to him so I can fix it, I might forget the fact that you violated and abused the mind of another living being who held no ill-will towards you and from what I was able to get from his current state, had no malice in his actions. I understand the lust for revenge, I've suffered from it myself, but I am not going to allow this to continue. So I'll ask one more time..."
There was a venom in her words as she leaned out of her chair slightly before making sure that she heard her displeasure with how things went on.

"What. Did. You. Do. To. Dr. Violet?"

BlackHarte · Feb 4, 2017

"Attention Heroes and Staff, this is Engineering Captain Theiss speaking.

Due to the extensive damage that the core cabins have sustained in our last battle the Rising Dawn will be making an emergency stop at Cloudtop Citadel. I know that this is unprecedented, but I urge everyone to be calm. The Staff should still be able to find repair protocols in their digital handbooks. Heroes do not need to worry.

At our current speed we are expected to arrive at the airbase at around 1:00 AM tomorrow morning. Repairs will be extensive and will most likely last most of the day. Please take this time to make sure all affairs are in order - that includes accounting for any personal affects that might have been damaged in the fighting.

Additionally, Lieutenant Anazorzia - you left your 'companion tool' in the women's bath house last night. It's being held at the supply depot until you claim it. Please take better care of your personal belongings in the future.

That is all."

[HEADING=2]Rising Dawn: Canteen ------------------------------------------------------------------ 11:30 PM[/HEADING][hr][HEADING=3]Lt. Dolores Selmy[/HEADING]

"Want anything to drink?" Laeta cooed. I shook my head. The Canteen was abuzz with activity now and the ambient clamoring of life under its roof was calming to me. I could hear the sharp clink of glasses, the slosh of drinks, the laughing, the coughing, the joking, the chewing. The beat of leathery wings, the sizzle of cooking meat and the drifting aromas of garlic and pepper. "Losko, do you want anything?"

The white rabbit looked up at Laeta from his perch on my head. His shifted his weight as if he was thinking. "I shall take some carrot juice if it would not be too much trouble."

"Yohoo, waiter! We'll have a Bloody Caesar, a carrot juice, and a grapefruit juice please!" The imp that Laeta was addressing scribbled down what he could as she continued her order of eats. She rattled off a whole list of meats and sweets to her waiter, going into specific detail about the spices that she would like used.

Then at the very end Saren chimed in, "I would also like a bowl of broth please. No salt."

I leaned back and let my head rest against the leather of my chair. I shifted my hips in the cushion and sighed. I still couldn't feel my legs. They were there, I rubbed my hands against the inside of my thighs, but it felt like they were missing. It might as well had been an empty space as far as my body was concerned. A strand of hair drooped over my eyes. I brushed it away. It was a miracle that I lived at all. The long term damage I suffered was considerably light. I laughed sadly. I'm so lucky that I had sisters who were so kind as to give themselves up for me. I'll forever cherish the pieces of Laeta and Saren I now hold inside my body. I held my hands against my lap, rubbing absentmindedly against the fabric of my dress. I always liked the sound of fabrics being rubbed.

I felt two hands snake around my neck and Laeta's plush warmth caress the back of my head. "C'mon sis. Cheer up. Doctor said you're in really good health right?"

I forced myself to smile, "Yeah."

"And Captain Pushover said all of the letters were delivered successfully right?" She meant Isaac.

"Yeah," I said. I looked down. I still had one letter, the paper's soft folds were nestled snugly in my sleeve.

Laeta snuck her hands toward my naval and leaned heavily onto me. Her warthm felt nice in the brisk atmosphere of the Canteen. "Then why are you so glum?"

"Huh?" I was surprised.

"I haven't seen you smile truly since you woke up," Laeta continued. I could feel her breath on my ears, tickling some stray strands of hair.

I guess I haven't, "I just have had a lot on my mind." I knew that it was a combination of nerves and actual sadness. It hadn't been more than a few weeks since I began my deployment, but I felt like so many things had changed. The last week in particular felt like a whirlwind of events.

Laeta pressed her head against my neck and snuggled against me, "I can believe that."

I looked up, worried somewhat that Katya had not returned to the ship yet, though none of the other heroes seemed that bothered by their missing compatriot. Truly cruel these heroes were, with eyes that observed only what stood before them. My ears started ringing and my eyes stung. I blinked them hard and then shook Laeta's embrace off. My head hurt. The world around me felt strained, stretched, attacked. I remember this feeling - it was the same sort of discomfort I had when that Blue Eyed Demon first took root. Then as if the very air had been shattered, the ceiling caved and deposited three corpses on the bar. Their tangled bodies slammed hard against the polished wood of that bar - of which I was very fond of - and I broke into silent tears. Katya lay in a dazed euphoria atop the pile. Safe and sound.

Was it simply that all the other heroes knew that they would all come back?

"Katya..." I said, but my voice came out soft and weak. It sounded more like the squeaking of a mouse than anything really human. "Katya!" I said louder, hoping to get her attention. "Katya, here!" I pulled out her invitation and held it out towards the dazed girl. "I hope you haven't forgotten your promise to me!"

"Oooh. Spicy, is this your new girlfriend?" Laeta teased. "I didn't know you swung that way."

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PFC Ilana Emmerson

"My name is Ilana Emmerson," she whistled. There was a very real relief that she had not accidentally offended a real officer. "Lieutenant Selmy is that head of the 263rd Support Squad," Ilana said brightly, "you've definitely seen her around here, though you might not have known her name. She's the real cute looking girl with the blonde hair and the washboard chest."

The letter spoke more in elegant handwriting.

Anjali Khatri,

You do not know me, but I know of you. Captain Donnell told me about your arrival aboard the ship - crashing one of the woman's bathrooms in nothing more than a bikini! It's really amazing that there are people like you out there in the world. I would never find the courage to wear something that sexy even if I had a body like yours!

Anyway, there's a big party I'm hosting tomorrow. Lots of important people will be there. Since you're now one of the heroes of the Rising Dawn, I'm cordially extending you an invitation to attend. It will be tomorrow afternoon in the Crew Quarters recreation hall. There will be good food and some entertainment, but mostly it's going to be a great social gathering for everyone to get to know each other. Since we'll all be working on the ship together, it would be a good idea to get friendly with the crew and other heroes.

I expect to see you there Anjali!

Regards,
First Lieutenant Dolores Selmy

Ilana saluted as Anjali finished, "Shall I deliver your promise to attend to the Lieutenant? It really would break her fragile heart if you refused."

Orinon · Feb 5, 2017

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Rising Dawn: Selena, Icarus, Dark Mongoose

The buzzer informed the two of someone approaching. then Selena felt the presence of Anti Magic the two reluctantly untangled their limbs from each other. Selena's heart dropped Remembering the nightmarish creature that had tried to kill her, Icarus nodded and his wings wrapped around the both of them He took a deep breath to focus his Ki.
"whoever is coming in Please Identify yourself, if you attempt anything hostile I'll be forced to Incapacitate you with lightning" He announced clearly Selena meanwhile was trying to find her wand and She also attempted to fix her blouse as it was partially open. Her Wan was on Icarus's Desk across the room to far to lean over and grab luckily Icarus himself was between her whomever was breaching the door.

Zepherus14 · Feb 6, 2017

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | An Open Air Market | Starlight Bookstore
Hat-iquette #12: Something something Hat, something something edicate
Ruby Babbage-Lovelace | Nina Zaczoltski | Phillip!!!

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa. There is no way I'm okay with you using explosives in here. I don't care how big you think this place is. Damaging property like that for just a hat, [small]even if it is a special hat[/small], I can't" Nina shouted in shock, this little kid talking about explosives was a tad bit out of left field. Sure, she'd also been dealing with a multitude of oddball situations since her time arriving, but pretty pink dress darlings and explosives frankly don't mix well. 'Maybe the ribbons could work, the door seemed too form fitting for Phillip to squeeze through, but maybe a ribbon could..?' "And that skeleton key?" Nina started to say as her head turned to look over her shoulder, spotting Phillip leap off her back with a squishy splat before picking up a book himself and flip through it. "Ya it's kinda weird to call it a skeleton key, it should really be a bone key~" She said with a snicker, apparently talking to Phillip before turning back to Ruby stooping a bit for the child. "If it's really only one use, I don't think we should be waste it on such a silly little door we could just walk around." Nina waved her hand dismissively. "If it's really that magical, you should wait to use it on a door you absolutely must get through. You wouldn't really know because you're a bit young for it, but imagine all the times some super villain locks the hero in a death trap? Well for the one time where they can't unlock themselves, now they can!" Nina concluded with a clap. "But first!" Nina said as she grabbed a book herself and looked at the cover. "A reading break sounds like a good way to take a quick break, no?" She said with a smile.

And while Ruby would probably take this as a good time to start looking through the books she'd put interest in, Nina would put one caveat into this situation. "I don't what you to reorganize anything though, this is a bookstore after all, whoever knows this establishment wouldn't much like it if someone else started moving everything around willy nilly, right? I certainly wouldn't, let me tell you." Nina spoke with a firm but respectful tone, understanding that Ruby just wanted to help, but it wasn't her books to organize. If Ruby did wish to argue that it was for the good of the books, Nina would return her response with a warm smile and a hand on the girl's shoulder. "See; now when you grow up and you get a book store or a collection yourself, keep that attitude. Your things will keep way better than this person's ever would!" Without much warning, Nina lifted her head up, looking away from the girl again and added. "That includes you too Phillip!" Nina commanded, not turning around as Ruby could see Phillip about to passively flip a book he'd finished over his side, the noodle monster immediately freezing as she spoke his name. "Put the book back where you found it Phillip." She continued, and although Phillip was mostly around a corner, they could still hear through the silence the begrudging, slow crawl of book on book action as Phillip returned the book to its resting place.

A good hour or two would fly by as the trio look through the different books. Nina would try her hand at reading some of the magical books that were there. Fortunately she had Ruby to occasionally show Nina some interesting topics the young one saw in her reading, as Nina quickly concluded these books were outside of her understanding. She simply enjoyed when

"So Ryan was talking about... You know Ryan, right?" Nina started to ask the child before wondering if she'd need to explain Ryan too, but then reconsidered. "Eh, doesn't matter. He was saying that everyone here has something special to themselves. So, you can do stuff with ribbons, is that it?" Nina asked, curious what Ruby was capable of given what she knew of the group thus far.

The girl with the pink ribbons looked up from where she sat, a copy of Petunia's Potions and Other Alchemical Recipes lay in her lap. Her brows furrowed as she thought of how best to answer the question that Miss Nina and asked.

"Well, Miss Nina, it's not just my ribbons, I can manipulate cloth and clothing relation materials. Since my ribbons aren't technically made of cloth but were formed into a cloth material, I can channel my energies into them and have them do just about whatever I want." The Bookish looking girl in the pink dress responded. As she spoke, the ribbon that was wrapped around her wrist unwrapped itself and turned a page on the book on her lap, "Working with cloth and thread is sort of a guide line though... it's not completely set in stone." 'Oh wow, that's so cool!'

As a demonstration, the nine year old girl picked up an errant piece of scrap paper and folded it into a small hat. Closing her eyes, Ruby held the mental image of the hat in her mind, slowly changing it into a different mental image. 'Wait, no that's cool!'

From what Nina could see, she saw the small paper hat rip itself into small pieces of thread and weave itself into a bowler cap. Had she picked up the had from Ruby's hand, she'd have noticed that that had felt as if it was made of felt with a silk lining, far different from the paper it had started out as. "Phillip, you should really come see this!" Nina called out as she continued watching the young girl's display, only to look away and then look down to her shirt. "It doesn't smell that bad!" She shouted back defensively, although even she had to admit these clothes she'd started the day off with hadn't started freshly laundered that day. "Is there anything you could do about these clothes Ruby?" Nina asked, lightly tugging on shirt.

Ruby grinned rather widely and nodded in a proud manner, having the appearance of being all too happy to help. Walking up to Miss Nina, the young miniature magician placed her hands on Miss Nina's clothing and closed her eyes once again.

~POOF!~

It felt like her clothes had either coughed or exploded slightly, because for a moment, it felt like she hadn't a single stitch of clothing covering her body, though thankfully, she had been clothed the entire time. A dark cloud exploded outward from where Miss Nina stood. It wasn't anything horrible, just a cloud of dust and grime that had been clinging to the threads of Miss Nina's clothes. "Ummm... Ew okay! Ew!" Nina exclaimed, trying to jump out of the dirt cloud as she realized what was. Once the initial shock was over however, she did take the moment to thank the girl. "Now, that could be something I'd love to learn, thank you so very much Ruby~"

It would take a bit more time until Nina asked one last question, one that'd been the reason for her bringing Ruby there in the first place. "So I thought you were scared of books because of that one chained to you Ruby, but you seem to really like them? Was I wrong to think you were being punished there?"

There was a rather puzzled look that had developed on young Ruby Babbage-Lovelace as Miss Nina said this. Picked up her grimoire, Ruby shook her head.

"It's not a punishment... it's a safety precaution. This is the grimoire that my mothers gave to me. It's a book that contains all sorts of spells, both ones that people created in the past and the future ones that I'm going to make. Since it's so important to me... I just don't want to lose it." The Child responded rather glumly, sounding as if she missed her parents, " It's probably my most favorite and important thing that I have in the whole wide world..."

To say Nina was warmed by this comment was an understatement, despite the glum reply at parts. Sure it was weird to hear that a book was the precious thing to a small child, normally a teddy bear or a doll would claim that title. Still, Nina stooped down and sat next to Ruby. "Well then I will have to do my best to protect it too, won't I? To think I was considering that book was more of a ball and chain for you than anything else!" Nina laughed, finding just how off the mark she'd been amusing.

Silence · Feb 7, 2017

The Rising Dawn
Cantina
Morning

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Anjali | Pvt. Ilana Emmerson | Eddie

"Shall I deliver your promise to attend to the Lieutenant? It really would break her fragile heart if you refused." Pvt. Ilana Emmerson asked Anjali after she had read the curious invitation. Anjali answered, slowly: "I guessss ssso ... I wass waiting for ssome kind of asssignment, doing parties iss asss good asss any.

But before you leave, I have ssome questionss about thiss invitation: Like ... what'ss a bikini? It sseems like the lieutenant wass impresssed by what I wass wearing, but I don't know what exactly makess my sstuff a bikini ... alsso, should I wear thiss at the party? I mean, if it impressses people ...

By the time she had asked this, they were arriving in the canteen, and Anjali was looking around for Eddie, spotting him drinking and smoking, seemingly pleased with himself. Before she walked over, she turned to Pvt. Ilana Emmerson again, continuing her questions:

"I don't have any ssunday clothess at least, sso I don't know what iss expected of me. And ... can you tell me where the recreation hall iss located? I would not want to arrive late ...
thank you for bringing me thisss, though."

Shortly after, she walked over to Eddie and sat herself down on a chair next to him. "Hello, Eddie. I am dresssed and ready for Vegass or what thiss was. Oh, and did you alsso get the invitation for a party tomorrow?"

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Diana | Jenny | Canteen Interior

"What. Did. You. Do. To. Dr. Violet?"

There is a way the brain can use to trick itself, so the blame a person should put on themselves gets instead put on another person. It is called projection. Of course, Diana was a master in this. So she answered, not telepathically anymore, but in a raised tone of voice, so most people around could hear it:

"*****, I did not really do anything to him. Most of the things he is he was before. Stupid, in no way to take care of himself and others, and having several neurosises. So as he was stalking me, I got him a new neurosis, so he would leave me alone, and preferably, everyone else. Well, and guess what? As soon as he's done, you arrive, bringing all this shit up again.

I think I would do the same to you, because you are annoying me greatly, but you are already a helpless, crippled little weasel. So it would not be fair. So how about you leave, or you get punched in the face?" Diana stood, taking a half-empty drink and holding it in her hand for now, not caring about what was spilling on the ground. In the other hand, she held the burning drink, and chucked it down in one go.

"Stop stalking me! I want just one day in peace and quiet, but nooo..." Jenny could feel a lot of anger coming from Diana, not all about her, but directed at her nonetheless. It was genuine, even if there was no real reason for it. "Fuck off!"

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Feb 8, 2017

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Rising Dawn: Above Denver-Ruins

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Rising Dawn: Medical Bay: Adelheid, Teri, Viscus

Adelheid wasn't in much of a position to really give a response to Teri's lie (Not even anything to suggest if he believed it or not).
He seemed to think on it for a moment before slowly typing another word:

Code:

T-H-A-N-...

The young man struggled for a moment to hit the final key "K" before deciding that was enough effort exerted for one meeting, though even then, he managed to force out a slight smile.
He shivered afterwards as the pain kicked in, prompting him to jam on the painkiller drip a bit more as his body relaxed again.

Code:

[I would suggest leaving Patient 1099 to rest for a time, Ms. Gravel...]

Viscus chimed in with this trademark annoyed tone, making Teri wish that Dimitri was the one pestering her instead.

Code:

[I would also recommend that when we land at Cloudtop Citadel, you review the materials list I have sent you and attain the objects I have highlighted as "Required" for both Patient 1099 and Dr. Jenny.]

He then added, proving just how effective(?) he was as a personal assistant.

Rising Dawn: Canteen: Jenny, Diana

"..."
Jenny was used to patients lashing out, it was part of her job after all.
It wasn't all motivational speeches and hugs, there were times where the people she wished to help would think the worst of her and take out possible decades of pent up anger out on her.
This? This wasn't that. Just another spiteful ***** who, at some point, might have been badly hurt and might even need the Gardevoir's help in the future.
For now? She just needed to be reminded of what happens to bad people.
"...Very well. 1 day of peace. Just be careful tonight..." She remarked before reaching her hand out to Diana's while she was picking up a fresh glass.
Grabbing onto her "Friend's" hand, she then added in a rather venomous tone "And the day after that. And after that. And every single day until your heart stops beating. So go ahead, have a peaceful day. Make it count. Who knows? You might never get another one again..."
The Shapeshifter felt something akin to the Psionic version of a pinch in the back of her mind, right before Jenny finished her drink and began to wordlessly wheel herself away from the table, looking rather happy for some reason.
"Should you change your mind and find yourself needing to confess in order to "Clear your mind", I shall be in the medical ward. Bye~!" The Gardevoir sent as she went to leave the room.
Now, all she had to do was wait...

BlackHarte · Feb 13, 2017

Private Sirius Belchior

Dark Mongoose recoiled at the sudden sound, startled. He stepped backwards and popped a smoke grenade, sweeping his cloak around himself like a vampire recoiling in light. "It is Dark Mongoose. I have come to deliver a package." He moved to the back of the hallway and hid behind the corner. "I am part of the 263rd support squadron." He fumbled through his weapons and tools to reach the parchment that PFC Mohsen had given him. He was startled at the paper's softness and warmth. It was almost as if it were made of flesh.

"Please open the door. I'm supposed to deliver this to an... an Icarus?"

PFC Isaac "Manticore" Mohsen - Why am I always right after Sirius?

Isaac pushed the parchment into Nadalia's withered hands. "The details are in the letter," Isaac said coldly. His eyes betrayed his cool demeanor. He was filled with fury, not at Nadalia, no. But something had twisted the wound in the heart. He turned to leave but stopped, turned around again and paced back and forth. He stepped back toward Nadalia and looked her over before finally saying, "It's tomorrow at three in the staff recreation hall." He left this time for real. "And try your best to look human. For the Lieutenant's sake."

The parchment pulsed in Nadalia's hand. The paper felt alive, almost like a canvas holding flame.

Iron Queen Nadalia,

It would please me greatly to see you at the party I'm hosting tomorrow afternoon at 15:00 in the staff recreation room. There will be fine food and some entertainment. I hope to see all of the heroes there so that we can all get acquainted as people who work on the same ship.

I remember you from Denver and that you were with me when I lost consciousness. I am grateful that you kept my other half company while I was asleep. She's a bit childish, a little bold, and altogether a handful, so know that I appreciate that you fought alongside her.

I should probably introduce myself though. My name is Dolores Selmy, the officer in charge of the supply unit on the Rising Dawn. I deployed more or less to Denver on a clerical error. Let's get along!

Sincerely,
Dolores Selmy
263rd Support Squadron

It definitely felt familiar, that paper. A warm almost piercing black flame of personality. A sense of desire and want that consumed like fire. It wasn't some spell or enchantment. It also wasn't the paper itself, rather it was a seething want - a desire so deep and dark that it resembled a flame. It was a need to survive that had rubbed off on the paper.

PFC Ilana Emmerson

Ilana laughed, "A bikini is a swimsuit," she said as she made a "bikini" motion over her own chest. "It's something that's kind of sexy y'know? Not something you wear to a party. The recreation room is over there too," she pointed down the hall as they approached the Canteen. "You keep going for a bit, all the way until you hit the hangar bay in the front, and then you make a turn and go down to the second level. It's the first room from there. It's really big, you can't really miss it."

Ilana stopped at the Canteen entrance and waved at Anjali, "Just wear whatever you feel comfortable wearing, you'll be there a long time, so just choose function over form." Then Ilana turned and left, jogging on her way back to her desk in the resource center.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Feb 15, 2017

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Rising Dawn: Above Denver-Ruins

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Rising Dawn: Hallway near spa: King Leoric

After a long relaxing soak and having a pair of handmaidens give him a rub-down (Granted, there was no flesh on their hands, or bodies, but it was enjoyable all the same), The Skeleton King almost shined in the light.
His bones had all the carbon scoring and dirt wiped off and were polished as if they were made from crystal.
While his armor was still in being taken care off, he did manage to get some regal attire to clad himself in. (Least that's what the Staff said it was... [http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/p__/images/6/6a/Sans.png/revision/latest?cb=20151125162943&path-prefix=protagonist])
Still, so long as he had his crown, they would know who he was and they would show respect to their King.
Finally cleared from the filth of that dungeon, he decided he would make his way to the banquet hall of this flying fortress.
It was then that he happened upon the other royal on his ship, Nadalia, the woman from the battle with mastery of flames.
"Ahhh, Her Majesty, It is good to see you safe after the battle." His ancient voice greeted her before giving a well practiced bow to Bride of Ash.
"I wish to extend my than-..." His wish was cut off as he noticed that there was something..."Off" about the Queen at this moment in time, looking far more sickly then in their last encounter.
Hell, he seemed to be in better health and he was an undead freaking skeleton!
"...Ma'am, has something foul befallen you? Do you require aid?..." He asked with a great degree of concern as he offered his hand to steady her.

bluerocker · Feb 19, 2017

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Rising Dawn: Above Denver-Ruins

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Rising Dawn: Medical Bay: Adelheid, Teri, Viscus

Teri managed to keep a faint smile and gave a little wave as Adelheid lulled himself to sleep, the cocktail of medicines and painkilers pulling him into a (hopefully) dreamless slumber. However, as if on cue, Viscus' voice rang from her Tablet with a string of recommendations and orders regarding the project Jenny and Adelheid were living through. Her expression slipped back to it's true state, the corners of her mouth falling neutral, her eyes drooping, the bags underneath them becoming more readily apparent in the process. Rubbing her temples, she tapped a couple of buttons on the Tablet's display to bring up Viscus' recommended supply list before drawling,

[color=0E59E4]"Duly noted, on both counts - though I was already well aware of the first. I may be deferring to your judgement regarding the cybernetic components of my patients, but I'm not a complete idiot when it comes to their baser needs. I'm surprised he was able to move as much as he did."[/color]

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[color=grey][Considering who exactly Patient 1099 is, it was to be expected.][/color]

Teri's eyes slit, and a small groan echoed in her throat before her voice dropped lower, bringing the Tablet closer to her face as she hissed, [color=0E59E4]"And what did I tell you about little vague comments like that? I'm in a public space right now, Viscus."[/color]

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[color=grey][And I have a readout of every sound, every word and every keystroke on the ship which I have to censor and monitor all because you don't have the nerve to be honest to your own family...][/color]

The AI barbed back as he brought up a simplified version of that display.

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[I used to do this for a living, remember?...]

There was a very pregnant pause in the Med Bay, before Teri grumbled [color=0E59E4]"You wanna go? Fine, let's fucking go then."[/color] under her breath and began to storm towards the entrance of the Med Bay. Garm's head rose from his guard point when she approach, his head tilted inquisitively. As he moved to begin getting up, the Cleric held up a hand and muttered, [color=0E59E4]"I'm only going out for a few minutes".[/color]
[color=356D60]"But-"[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"Garm-....Please. Just for a few minutes..."[/color]

The large wolf looked between the Cleric's hand, the floor, and her face, before finally shuffling down into his seated position again and huffed, [color=356D60]".....I'm poking you on the rings if you're gone for more than 15."[/color]

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Rising Dawn: Private Quarters Teri, Viscus

With a sigh and a nod, Teri pushed onward from the Med Bay, before finding herself back in her personal chambers. With the door closed behind her back, she leaned against it and said back, [color=0E59E4]"First things' first - Are you out of your damn digital mind?! Dad cannot handle that information right now. Garm barely managed as is, and he already hates the guy-[/color]

Another voice cut in from the overhead speaker, this time the dulcet tones of one Blue Butler, who had made note of his creator's change in schedule,

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[color=3897E0]"Not that it's without good reason, your Ladyship..."[/color]

[color=0E59e4]"Oh no, not you too, Dimitri..."[/color]

[color=3897E0]

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"I.... agree with Viscus' stance, to a point. While I think it's delicate situation, I do stand on the grounds that his proposed solution could potentially reduce your stress level. My readings indicate that it's barely dropped since you've returned... It's worrisome. Your personal health is paramount. For example, your sleep schedule is beginning to concern me-"

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[color=0E59E4]"Dimitri, please! Ugh...Look, it's a bad idea right now; and don't even get me started on Adelheid - with his memory impaired, we don't know what could be a potential trigger for him!"[/color]

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