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

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Aug 19, 2017

The Rising Dawn: Bridge Hallway

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Diana | Blade

"Okay, now apparently the people at the base we were just at were experimenting on-...something. I have no idea what but judging from that explosion a while ago, I think it went kinda wrong. So here's what we're going to do: The others are heading to some party thing so we're going to meet up there and find out what they know and, if needs be, force them to tell us and once we have that-"
It was really something, watching Blade try to make "Go to where everyone else is and ask them what the fuck happened" sound like some masterstroke of tactical planning.
Even if she didn't know how people acting as well as she did, it would be clear he was just putting on a show to try and gain some ounce of respect from her.
"-Then, we move in and we eliminate the source of crisis and once that's done? The Sake is on me!" He cheerfully chimed before leading the way to where this "Party" by this supposed "Dolores" was going to take place...

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The Rising Dawn: Hanger Bay

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Anjali | Adel

"...You don't understand...I need to get out of here..." Adel insisted, not really taking much notice of Anjali's advice as he tried to solider on, using the ship to support his weight as he backed towards the pilot's door, leaving a smear of blood and a bit of oil on it as he did.
"They-...They will find me again...They will-...make me their's...again...A-again-...." He started to repeat over and over before his eyes finally rolled back into his head and he all but collapsed on the floor.
"[sub]Can't-...let it happen...again...[/sub]" He kept repeating to himself as he tried to hold his head, as if his hands could protect him from what was happening to him.
"[sub]I-...I can hear him...he's trying to get back in...I need to leave...[/sub]" He rambled as he attempted to pull himself back on his feet using a pile of crates.
Whatever was happening to him clearly had him spooked...

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The Rising Dawn: Brig

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[color=6c1504]Bison[/color] | Wesker | [color=004d]Doom[/color] | [color=b4b4]Cortex[/color] | The Machoke Formally Known As Bruiser

[color=6c1504]"-I'M FUCKING TELLING YOU, I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING! I can sense someone, someone I used to control...but it's REALLY fucking hard right to get a line though to him right now now!"[/color] The former Presidential hopeful shouted to his allies as he started at the steel wall of his cell, holding his hand out against it as if trying to control someone with about a much luck as you would expect.
"Mike, just let it go. That's a T-Minus containment collar around your neck, I made the serum that's stopping you from using your powers. If there was a weakness, I would know." Wesker remarked as he sat on his bed, starting to realize the possible downsides of being stuck in prison with his "Friends".
"And, lets just say, if, IF, you can somehow defeat a security measure designed by me and used for security against powered beings like you, how exactly does that help us? Getting out of the cells was never the problem, it's going so without just out asses kicked and thrown back in here."
[color=6c1504]"WELL I DON'T SEE YOU DOING FUCKING ANYTHING!"[/color]
[color=004d]"Bison, will you stop yelling? Doom is trying to have a nap!"[/color] A rather tired looking Doom asked from his bed, wiping some sleep from his eyes.
[color=6c1504]"NO! I'M NOT GOING TO STOP YELLING! YOU KNOW FOR A FACT MY POWERS ARE DRIVEN BY THE EMOTIONS OF HATRED AND FEAR! IF ANYTHING, YOU SHOULD ALL BE HELPING ME! DID YOU NOT HEAR THE EXPLOSION EARLIER?! I'M NOT FUCKING DYING IN ONE OF THE RISING DAWN'S "HEROIC ADVENTURES!"[/color]
Rolling his eyes, Doom instead just put the pillow over his hears and tried to get back to sleep, being in ill mood for anymore villainous mayhem for one lifetime.

As this was going on, The Machoke Formally Known As Bruiser was completely silent as he sat on the floor in a meditative trance.
The road to peace was going to be a long one for him and he wasn't going to let himself fall down the path of evil once more, even if it did mean he would never leave prison again.
While he was able to block out the noise and the yelling, something managed to get though: Scribbling.
His eyes opened for a moment as he stood up and glanced over to another cell, the one containing the infamous Dr. Neo Cortex.
"...Neo?...You there?..." he simply asked as he managed to make out the small man using the floor and walls of his cell as a blackboard, using a broken piece of metal in order to carve out a vast sea of math and estimates.
"...Neo, what are you doing?..." He asked again, getting no answer from the mad doctor but he didn't need it from him as he managed to make out a twisted mural to someone, only with her eyes crossed out, her throat slit and a number of stink lines.
"...You are still hurting about what she did...aren't you?..."

Once again, there was no answer, just a slight chuckle as he pick himself off the floor and looked at his masterpiece, everything was coming together and when the time came, Chrysalis would know just how royally she fucked up...

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Aug 20, 2017

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"Have you never heard of a 'con'? Or a 'cover'? Listen honey, it's nice that you think so highly of yourself that you actually believed that I was using this as an excuse to go on a date with you, but it ain't so. You goody-two-shoes types are all too void-be-damned serious..."

"Jesus Christ, you're as bad as Katya..." David sighed, adding another reason why he didn't want to go with that cover story: B.C. was quickly starting to get on his last nerve.
"Look, I know it's a con but even so, I ain't going to entertain something like that. You know how Governments are supposed to set things up so it doesn't even look like there is corruption? Well, imagine that with my relationship, only I actually have the spine and heart to be legit about it." He then rambled until Caim showed up and explained they were leaving.
"Ohhhh, good call. And, er...I know how this is going to sound but-...I think I *Might* have caused that big ass explosion earlier. One of the people at the base asked me to do an errand for him and apparently that reawakened the Old Ones or something. I don't know what's going on either, just you know that party Dolores was trying to set up? Apparently, someone named Alice there is at the heart of all this nonsense. I don't know entirely how but odds we'll learn more there then we will here. Besides, they'll have booze and I REALLY need booze right now..." David then explained before hauling ass back to the ship, seeming a big glad when B.C. found someone else to annoy...

BlackHarte · Aug 20, 2017

[HEADING=2]Cloudtop Citadel ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 10:00 AM[/HEADING][hr][HEADING=3]Lt. Abigail Martin[/HEADING]

Abigail put her hands on Teri's and held them at bay. "I am fine," she croaked. A few stray strands of hair rolled down her face and she brushed it back up with her fingers. She tried to stand up and shakily did so, leaning against the wall as she rose. She looked at Viscus and grimaced, "You people let such an unstable AI run free?" Abigail shook her head, "Such lackluster discipline must cause unceasing trouble."

She let the Cleric see her skin, bruised and angry though it was. Though it seemed as if she was not done any lasting damage.

The other soldiers gathered behind their officer, and that's what they were. Despite their youthful appearance and playful nature, they were soldiers as well as students and researchers. Their gleaming eyes and ruby lips were stretched into pensive glares. Abigail commanded them to lower their weapons with a quick wave of her hand.

"I'm afraid that we have reached the limit of our hospitality," Abigail leaned against the wall. Her eyes were steel, "please vacate as soon as possible. Take that machine with you."

[HEADING=2]Rising Dawn ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 10:00 AM[/HEADING][hr][HEADING=3]Lt. Dolores Selmy[/HEADING]

I yawned. There was some light filtering in through from behind the curtains, and the sheets were cold on my skin. I sat up and stretched, the cloth fell from my bare arms and pooled in my lap. My back hurt and my hips were sore. I must have been twisting and turning in my sleep, and the weight of my legs strained the muscles in my hips. I groaned, the air was cold. I reached over and grabbed my shirt and slipped it over me, taking care not to crease the silken cloth as I pulled it over my breast and stomach. I swung my legs over the bed and slipped carefully into my chair.

My name is Dolores Selmy. Everyday I have to remind myself that. I can feel the other voices nibbling in the back of my head. I had forgotten their names. All the better. I am Dolores. It means to suffer. My name is Dolores. It means to suffer.

I looked up and my face stared back at me in the mirror. Gentle sloping cheeks and a round chin, a button nose. Wide, wet eyes covered by a sheet of blonde hair. I brushed my bangs to the side and clipped it back with a pin. My skin was white, almost as pale as snow. My eyes were a bright green.

Today was the day of my party, but really it was more of John and Molli's party. I smiled. John had come up with the idea, I had just organized it. The man was something else, soft-spoken and unassuming, but an incredible intelligence agent. He had a ring made from the raw iron from Molli's first childhood project, a dune buggy that she worked on with her father. It glimmered in my memory, a dark iron laced with gleaming rivers of platinum and rose gold and crowned with a round polished sapphire to match Molli's eyes.

There was a knock.

"Are you okay?" Isaac said as he walked in. He was wearing his dress uniform, his hair was combed neatly back and his deep olive skin had been powdered lightly with some white dust. His face was twisted into a grave grimace.

"I'm fine Isaac, is something wrong?" I leaned back in my chair and covered my bare legs with a blanket.

Isaac walked in and looked at me in the mirror. The frame made it look like we were a couple in an old photo. "There's been a class 3 emergency," he said softly, "the Rising Dawn was attacked and your sister is missing."

I looked up at him. For some reason I couldn't seem to care. I knew I should be worried, frantic even. But right now I wasn't filled with anything. Not surprise, not fear, not worry. I smiled, "I'm sure Laeta will be okay."

"I didn't mention," Isaac began, his brow furrowed.

"Saren isn't one to get herself missing." I answered. It felt automatic, unthinking. Like someone else was talking for me. The day wasn't going to change. The party was still going to happen. "Would you kindly help me into the shower? It's cold." My name is Dolores. It means "she who suffers." What kind of father names his daughter that?

Zepherus14 · Aug 23, 2017

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The light of the newly born flame washed over Hillary's form, flicks of orange and yellow overtook the glistening silver's own colourations. Hillary's trust in Angelus' words prior helped to keep her from gaining some distance, but that didn't stop her from eyeing that flame none the less. Her head tilted upwards as she watched the flame come to rest atop her head like a glorified spotlight. Hillary's mood brightened once more as Angelus offered her hand to the slime, to which she happily accepted, lightly swinging the arm back and forth as they made their way to the elevator. Because she was under the impression Yona was the owner of the mace, and she didn't need it where she was headed, Hillary would have simply left it leaning against one of the walls in the open.

The story Angelus told Hillary of her two bundles of joy brought a smile to Hillary's face. Truth be told, Hillary's interpretation of family was quite a bit broader than most, and thus didn't much bat an eye at Angelus calling the turtle dragon or the stuffed gecko fish her children. In fairness it only went to show she'd done a fine job at raising the two to be as kind and helpful as they had. She only hoped the two children knew how much they meant to her.

"Though your reverence for this Penelope is similar to mine in regards to my children - is she family to you? Perhaps a mentor?" Hillary was then asked, to which she replied, placing her other hand to her chest holding onto her figurine[footnote]Which I absolutely didn't forget about when she was carrying that mace, nope! XD[/footnote]. "Penelope? I say she's family. Like family away from family? She's helped teach Hillary many things over our travels, show her how other people do things, and make sure she doesn't get into trouble." A sheepish smile coming across the woman's face. "Some of the others say that she's more of a nanny, but Penelope is very quick to say that's not true. "It's my duty to make sure everyone on this ship is cared for, Hillary is no exception!" she'd say." Hillary stated, wagging her finger with a slight inflection to her voice as she rhymed off one of Penelope's lines. "So... maybe she's a little of all the things if you think about it? But certainly a very good friend to Hillary~" Hillary kicked her legs out excitely.

As they got closer to the elevator, Hillary turned her head to the controls for a moment before confirming they were supposed to go up. With Angelus' approval, Hillary called the elevator and waited patiently as the group following behind to gather orderly. Once the doors opened, Hillary entered and was immediately met with a loud buzzer. She would look around confused a moment before realizing the problem. "Wait, Hillary's had this happen before..." She said as she stepped back outside and offered for others to board instead. She then looked down at herself reluctantly. "I guess Hillary needs to get that apple out of her..? Just wait a second." She begrudgingly stated as she started to cough with gusto.

NotYetForsaken · Aug 23, 2017

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Glimmer of Hope

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luke's story

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"Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Oblivion was absolute. There was nothing dark about this darkness, Luke found, as he traversed the eternal fog. The ancient stillness stretched on and on. He could feel nothing, not wind, nor cold. He could hear only the sounds of his own thoughts and as he weaved through unfathomable distances, he could not know for sure he was actually moving. There was nothing here, not even magic, for him to place his relative position.

For a million million miles it was pure nothing.

Then it came to a sudden end. It was that pull, that gravitational presence that guided him out of the grey miasma. He had lost it's faint pull when he entered the cloud, but it had been guiding him subtly through the barrier from the other side. Luke burst out from a world of nothingness into a world of something.

There was no sky, but there was a horizon. He was thankful for even that much. He landed. There was gravity here. And then he heard it - music. Long wailing pulls on an invisible violin, the heavy thrum of cellos, and even the soft trembling of a piano echoing through the air. There was air. Luke took a breath, the air was gently sweet, as if dashed with sugar.

If he didn't already know better he would have said that this was Paradisum, but this was not heaven nor hell nor purgatory. His feet shifted under him and he looked down. The earth below was moving as if water, thick waves of golden light swept toward the dark cloud behind him. That's where the music came from. As the liquid light ground against the thick grey walls of shifting clouds, it thrummed with the beautiful melody.

To him, this liquid light was solid, but as he looked out he saw nothing else upon the surface. It might as well have been a sea born of sunlight. Even further there were no twinkling stars, no other worlds, and not even a great burning light to illuminate the realm. It was just gold on one side of the horizon and and endless blue sky on the other. High above, some wispy clouds hung high in the false sky as some half-hearted imitation of a normal world.

As strange as this place was, he felt at ease. As if he belonged here. He took a step away from the wall of darkness, the only thing he could make out in the infinity. There was no curve as the horizon stretched out. This was no world, but an endless flat plane. He took a second step. The waves below his feet swelled as it crashed into the dark wall behind him, stripping some of the aetherial darkness off of the barrier and into the sea of light.

Then Luke felt it again, that pull. A pulse of attraction akin to love, but not right. As if a foreign entity had read about love in a book and imitated it. It felt undeniably wrong but, at the same time, not unpleasant. He looked for the source and he saw it come into existence right before him. There was no flash, no fanfare, no storm of feathers, nor glimmering portals. She was just there.

She couldn't have been older than fourteen.

Her eyes were red. Beautiful, shimmering like an ocean of blood. Her hair was white, and her skin was pale. She wore a sheer white dress over a thin petite frame, and through the fabric Luke could see she was no real girl. She was like a doll, unblemished skin, perfect and baby smooth from head to toe. She smiled, brushing away a long lock of hair. Though there was no wind her dress and hair fluttered in some false breeze.

"How do you do?" she said. Her voice did not sync up with her lips. Instead the song of the sea shifted to imitate her voice. She was merely opening and closing her mouth in an imitation of speech.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Aug 24, 2017

Cloudtop Citadel
Engineering

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AI Dimitri

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

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AI Viscus

| Lt. Abigail Martin

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Viscus froze for a moment before twitching wildly for a moment, Sadei's energies doing much to knock his system out of whack long enough for his efforts to be undone.
While Abigail was spared his wrath, the tone of her voice and the general vibe of the room made it clear they had to leave and do so rather soonish.

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[...You have made an unwise choice this day...]

The machine barked before standing back upright while Garm and Teri talked about their orders to return to the Rising Dawn.
It was then that the Cleric mentioned the spawn of Rugal Bernstein, something that greatly vexed the AI even more then the comments Abigail had made about "Allowing" an AI like him to act freely.

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[I warned you he was a danger to himself and others...He's also still on the ship. While I am unable to remotely access the Rising Dawn's security from here, my estimates suggest he has yet to leave the airship. We are leaving now.]

Shooting one last glare at the Citadel staff, he merely picked up both Garm and Teri, one under each arm before adding

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[You may expect a complaint at your Human Resources department for the unauthorized dismantling of my combat armor. You are lucky I am not allowed to kill you this day. Reflect on your conduct or I will return.]

His rather hallow threat delivered, the android then began to hover before flying directly to the ship, zooming though the Citadel's hallways with his two unwilling passagers in his grasp.
The Flight back to the Rising Dawn was a short but rather memorable one, while they might have both been used to flying with Angelus and other Heroes, Viscus was a lot-..."Faster".

Within the space of a minute, Teri and Garm found themselves being brought into an airlock on the western side of the ship, not far from the crew's quarters.

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[The rest of the crew are now safely on the ship. It appears we are leaving the base due to the event. I will interface with our mainframe here and try to determine the cause of the event. You may resume your search for your "Brother" now...]

Viscus droned before leaving to attend to more important matters...

bluerocker · Aug 25, 2017

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Glimmer of Hope

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luke's story

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" 'Mother' is the name of God, on the lips and hearts of all children."

"How do you do?"

First memories were always the hardest to remember.

In one moment, there was nothing. In the next, he was bathed in a warm glow, as comforting as a hug and gentler than gossamer. He was granted a name - one difficult for human tongues to grasp on a whim, but it meant "Morning Star" or "He who bears Light"- and light, he bore. Everywhere he went, a light always seemed to follow, joy tinkling from a presence that was everywhere at once - a safe haven in an unseen gaze and source-less voice. A guiding principle, a hand that sowed, a direction to take.

The day he was given his duty, he would forever consider it the day he stopped being a child.

Lucifer shuddered, blinking back a strange moisture that found its way to his cheeks. Reaching up, he found that it was in fact, tears, flowing unbidden and without recollection of when they started. That feeling that washed over him moments ago, that comfort, it brought to the surface something Lucifer thought he had buried, and was wrecking havoc over his collected persona. However, it did not last - as something felt strange about it, false - an imitation, a flawed reproduction rather than the "real" he was reminded of moments ago. Longing was quickly overwhelmed by anger, boiling hot in his breast; reaching it's way to his expression, which at this point was reminiscent of an angry dog than a man.

Lucifer's wings flared out reflexively, flapping with indigence as he shouted to the doll-like creature, [color=eca222]"Don't play cute with me! I've come a long way to get here, and it's not for something so inane as niceties!"[/color]

A moment passed, the Morning Star's chest heaving like a pair of bellows after his angry declaration - a recollection of a gentle voice played in the back of mind, reminding him to keep to his manners during all dealings - before taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair in an attempt to smooth it out. After another moment, he exhaled, and looked back to the creature again, this time, his voice much more level as he said, [color=eca222]"...That a bit brusque, forgive me. I am known as Luke, and I am...'inquisitive' I suppose. Who..or rather, what, are you? I can tell what I'm looking at is only an avatar - a preferred form. It was more than a little obvious when the mouth wasn't actually speaking. Second - if you're anything like what I encountered on my way here - are you the one who is responsible for the imprisonment of the collective known as the Rising Dawn; and if so - why?"[/color]

NotYetForsaken · Aug 26, 2017

[[Main Scenario]]

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Glimmer of Hope

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luke's story

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"Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night."

"Awadar?" she tried to say. The strings strained in the sea as it tried to replicate the hard consonants of Luke's words. She pouted and turned around, her feet dancing deftly on the surface of the golden sea. When she finished her turn her dress settled around her like flower petals. "'olle'dieb?" she tried again. She shook her head and took two steps back and two steps forward. She seemed to be frustrated.

Finally she opened her mouth to speak. To truly speak, with her voice, stemming from her flesh and blood. The music softened to make way for her voice, "a' nomae Uenia i. la nasa mae ayannala'a."

Luke's eyes narrowed at the seemingly innocent response - given what he had gone through to get to this place, he had the sneaking suspicion that this "Venia" was trying to pull a fast one on him; especially after what he had gone through just encountering the creature moments before. Unlike her little walk/dance across the golden sea, Luke remained in place, only shifting slightly to adjust his weight on the sea as he asked again, [color=eca222]"Alright, so your name is 'Venia'. That answers one question. But two more remain. First, what are you? You don't seem.... human. At least, not like any human I've encountered."[/color]

"Hmm..." Venia said as she put her hands over her eyes. "a' sumir fala oe a i. lugo pea ha ang'a." She made a motion with her hands outward like a parent playing "peek-a-boo" with her daughter.

[color=eca222]"That doesn't answer my question."[/color]

"'ogido ergo sum?" Venia tried again.

This was going nowhere, and while he was usually a patient fellow, Luke was feeling rather irritated by the evasive maneuvering around his question. It reminded him of a time when he spoke with a budding psychic who pointed out that Luke did the same thing when it came to Q and A - perhaps this was karma, in it's own way. Another thought that flitted to mind was a moment at the bar, when his patron smiled like a child who got away with stealing a cookie undetected, and suggested that he should be more direct with what he wanted, rather than treating conversations like a sparring match. Bad habits were hard to break, even moreso when you were in denial.

Refusing to relent, Luke answered, [color=eca222]"I didn't ask when you came to be, I asked about your nature - what are you? An agent standing in for someone? A diversion? Or perhaps you see yourself as god, and this is your domain?"[/color]

Venia cocked her head and laughed, doing another spin, "a' Uenia i," she said as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

[color=eca222]""Forgiveness..? A concept personification?""[/color]

"Ahn," she said."a' ol mianni haeshi. pe'ire ua li ama'a, ludo'a awasa'a hima'a dohe'a. uedera ni noho, mi amo manda lorre - i felle hu'so mir ua. luga pea'a nya ang'a. pashi ous an'hi mosse... dolore maderi logi ang'a ai a' shihee."

[color=eca222]"Finally, a somewhat straight answer! Was that so hard?"[/color]

Luke took a moment to parse over what was said - and then drew pause. 'dolore' - baring the strange language his conversation partner was speaking in (though the benefit of being an Angel, excommunicated or not, was that regardless of one's language capacities, magic could fill in the gaps), he noticed that word in particular was of a language he did not need magic to understand; and thought aloud, [color=eca222]"Dolore...that was Latin. But why, when you weren't speaking it up to this point?"[/color]

Venia pointed at the wall behind him as the golden sea crashed against it, stripping sheets off the ephemeral cloud. "Dolore na shuberi, do dai aifa a' shodaia. Dolore loudea'a i. a' ei todoeia mediara"

[color=eca222]"Hmn... you say you want to help, yet you bring oblivion. Did someone wish for you to kill them?"[/color]

"su' ollo mejioru eng'ge, lou bashi ud nomair lathri moun i edo hrisse. suun'ollo biid na maer i gossiri mendre, hos' lanlanthri'shumi ha'ad i sha shaana ud es jori'i dendann. a' uenia i ud he ollo i a' shu massu udi ollo go nam ollo."

Luke gave a false smile, the same he always gave when he tended the bar, tilting his head with a faux sympathy as he would listening to any other sob story, [color=eca222]"Funny, I wasn't given the memo of the apocalypse. It's kind of important when it comes to my to-do list. Sorry, but I think you might be jumping the gun here. Try again in a millennia or two?"[/color]

"See," Venia said as she pointed to the golden shifting light beneath them. And as Luke looked, the more he began to see something disturbing in the shifting light. This entity had dissolved worlds. "Again and again," the string sang, "so how do you do?" Venia asked again, pointing at the wall.

It was at this point that Luke realized that she wasn't asking him how he was, but how he managed to breach the wall.

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Titania settled into a chair at the command bridge and put on her floppy hat. When it came to playing the part of a Major, wearing her stupid floppy hat instead of her witch's hat is an important piece. The chair was comfortable, leather and stuffed with feathers for padding. The navigation map cast a soft blue glow on all the gathered captains.

Rhodes settled into the chair next to her, being the only other Major on board the dawn. The engineering captain Theiss, security captain Do, intelligence captain Donnell, and Rising Dawn Acting Captain Rugal Bernstein were the others around the map. The hum of the engines pierced the walls of the room deep within the Rising Dawn, monitors lining the walls and ceilings gave them a good view of the world around them. The Citadel hanger doors opened and the Rising Dawn lurched, tearing free from the docking arms of the Citadel drydock. The ship floated backwards before casting itself out of the Citadel, finished with repairs, but still somewhat beaten up.

Rhodes leaned forward, her comically oversized bust jammed against the table. Titania winced, putting a hand unconsciously on her chest in empathetic pain. She was somewhat glad for her modest figure, given just how impractical Major Rhodes seemed. "So what in the world was that back in the base?" Rhodes demanded, her accent peaking through in her fury.

The other captains looked at each other. They didn't know.

"Donnell, do you have any idea?" Titania asked, putting a hand on the table and switching the display to a strategic view of the immediate area. The Rising Dawn was now drifting toward somewhere in middle America.

"I have an inkling, but nothing concrete yet," she said. She looked away, a finger fiddling with her hair. She was lying. She knew exactly what happened.

Rhodes turned toward Rugal, oblivious or uncaring of Donnell's tell. "How about you? Could that have been a counter attack by your 'Bison'?"

Titania fiddled with the map some more, noticing the strange silence of the ship's micromachine caretakers. Did even they become injured as a result of that leyline collapse? Or was it the result of something even more insidious? All she knew was that something had changed in reality immediately following the event. Everything seemed off, just by a little bit.

bluerocker · Aug 29, 2017

Airship Rising Dawn
Hallways
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AI Dimitri

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After waiting a moment till Viscus was out of earshot, Dimitri blithely quipped to his companions, [color=3897E0]

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"Admittedly, that could have gone much worse than I anticipated. At least nobody was injured...mortally?"

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Teri sighed and rubbed her temples before mounting up on Garm again, [color=0E59E4]"We can make jokes about this later. Get back into the mainframe and search for Adel on the cameras, Garm and I will start at the med bay and work our way out from there. Also - if you could send a message to Dad that I'm back on ship, that'd be great."[/color]

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"But of course, your Ladyship. Anywhere in particular I should search?"

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[color=0E59E4]"Hmn.. Well, if I were trying to escape the ship, where would I go?"[/color]

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"Instead of the med bay, why not check the Hangar first? If he wanted to leave, that would be the most obvious exit point."

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[color=0E59E4]"....noted. Could you still send that message to Dad?"[/color]

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The Rising Dawn: Hanger Bay
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Adel | [color=3897E0]

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AI Dimitri

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

With the power of logic (and a text message to a worried father), Garm and Teri made their way to the Hangar at breakneck speed - the Winter Wolf galloping with the speed of a horse[footnote]True facts! Winter Wolves have the same movement speed as heavy horses, by DnD rules.[/footnote], the duo found their way to the Hangar, Garm sniffing the air and voicing with dread, [color=356D60]"I smell blood...And something else- something Mechanical..."[/color]

[color=0E59E4]"That's gotta be Adel, keep looking!"[/color]

Without too much more effort - especially given that the young man was practically leaking the stuff, the wolf and Cleric duo came upon both Anjali and the very weak Adel. Teri dismounted with little effort, and gasped, [color=0E59E4]"There you are! You had me worried sick!"[/color]

Pulling out a set of medical tools and poultices, the Cleric bent down to Adel's level and gently spoke, [color=0E59E4]"Do you remember me? I'm the doctor from the Med Bay? I'm here to get you back there - you still have a lot of surgery that needs done, and moving around too much isn't going to do you much good. Let me try to patch up some of it..."[/color]

In the meantime, Garm turned to Anjali, and followed what he *loosely* observed from human tradition, [color=356D60]"Thank you for finding this human. My friend was worried this one was hurt, and hurt he is,"[/color] He tilted his head after saying this, giving Anjali a curious sniff as he asked, [color=356D60]"I haven't seen you before. When did you show up on the Dawn?"[/color]

NotYetForsaken · Aug 29, 2017

[[Main Scenario]]

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Glimmer of Hope

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Deborah's story

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"Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,"

Deborah ran her fingers over the cream colored pages of the book as she woke the shifting runes. The golden light shimmered and the writing tore itself from the paper. They danced to an invisible song, swirling and weaving into the air, illuminated and animated by an unseen ocean. Deborah whispered into the space before her and brought the runes into alignment.

"Show me the others," she cooed, borrowing Titania's wild ancient magic to peer into the changing world of living language.

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When Nina opened the steel double doors into the main kitchen deep in the Rising Dawn, she was assaulted by a plume of spices. Yet, despite the number of people in the massive kitchen, designed to feed 500, there was silence. Outside of quick footfalls and the singing of steel and ceramic, there was little noise. The staff here wore bright blue uniforms trimmed with golden ropes. They were clean cut, professional and moved swiftly and efficiently. Their insignia gleamed on their chests, two silver wings crossed over a knife. In neat letters on each of their uniforms they wore their names and the bold words "1021st Culinary Corp."

The counters and stoves were filled with pots closed and open with all sorts of meats and vegetables steaming within. A officer swept by the two heroes carrying a pot of thickened red sauce brimming with the fragrant aroma of roasted sesame, dried peppers, tomato, and pork roux.

On the far side some of the lower rank staff were helping a patissier prepare several trays of assorted tarts for baking. He cast a glance at Nina, his face hard and old, eyes narrow with crows feet and wrinkles. His lips were pulled then as his fingers flew over the trays, setting jams into the half-baked dough before his assistants dashed the top with a white whipped syrup.

There was a crash and a rumble as racks of meat were brought in from huge cargo doors near the end of the room. Three huge carcasses were strung up on the rack, beautiful beef, ruby red and with marbling visible even from a distance. A younger man walked up to them and grabbed a sheath at his waist, and in a movement faster than the human eye could see, he flashed a ceramic blade so long that it was more akin to a sword. Several thick slabs of meat sloughed down to the waiting pots of several younger cooks. The young man cleaned his ceramic blade with a thick black cloth and put it gently back into it's aerated sheath.

A middle aged Slavic man stood in the middle of the room inspecting some cuts of carrot woven into nets, flowers, birds, and sheets. His thick fingers held the delicate sculptures with an uncharacteristic dexterity. He put them back onto the plates of the cooks and sent them away. He turned toward Nina, now that he was not occupied inspecting the work of his subordinates, and cast to her and Phillip a piercing glare.

His thick black mustache bristled as he strode up to Nina and Phillip. He towered over her, and he spoke deeply as if his voice came ringing out of his chest rather than his throat. "I am Captain Avanovonov, and who might you be devshka?" He eyed Phillip too, untouched by the eldritch aura. He had seen far worse in his culinary pursuits.

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Laeta kept pace behind David, sullen and quiet. Her footfalls echoed down the halls as she walked, head bobbing side to side and shoulders slack. Her mind was stuck, repeating the same loop over and over again. It couldn't be. There was no way. It was a mistake. Yet, the golden ink and smooth cursive belonged to no one else but Lola. She shook her head and she shook her head.

Her head hurt, he feet her, her heart ached. She wondered if Saren was okay, she wondered if her mother had been called into duty. And then suddenly she hit something on the floor with her foot.

"Gwaaaaaa..." came a halfhearted cry. She looked down.

"Vettya?" Laeta said. She bent down and picked up the armadillo-tortoise from the floor. His stubby legs palmed the air as he left the ground. The big head bobbed up and down. He "gwa"d again. Laeta looked amazed, she had totally forgotten that they had arrived with Losko and Vettya in tow. "Where have you been? Where's Losko?"

"Gwaa..." Vettya responded. He put his legs on Laeta's breast. "Gwa... gwaaaaaa..."

"You lost Losko?" Laeta put Vettya back on the floor where he circled her and then leaned on her ankle. "You were being chased by a young girl wearing lingerie?" For the moment her mood lightened, no longer weighed down by either Vihaan's revelation or of David's frazzled mood.

"Gwaaaaaaa..." Vettya said.

"She was looking for 'a white rabbit'?" Laeta parroted the armadillo-tortoise.

"Gwa."

Zepherus14 · Aug 30, 2017

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There is a big difference between a small cough or two and a full blown coughing fit, the disparity instinctually caused quite a few people to pause as they passed Hillary for the elevator. Looking at her, she didn't seem in distress standing up straight instead of hunched like one would expect. It was also far more gutteral than the normal throaty style, what would have been her diaphram clearly working overtime. While the first load of people went up and down the elevator, Hillary would attempt to silently reassure people she was fine, waving them down and a liberal use of ok signs. It would continue for a short time more until finally she stopped, and it that brief silence a quiet rattling sound could be heard. Similar to a round stone in a bowl rocking back and forth, the sound echoed from within Hillary.

Slow, breathy air passed across Hillary's vocal cords as she exhaled, her head tilting up. The rocking would continue, slowing rising until there was a 'taaaang' sound around Hillary's collar bone area. Mouth ajar, Hillary looked around a moment at the few waiting there and then turned around to face away from everyone for the last part. She'd push her hand into her mouth, and keep going until most of her forearm was in there, the slow whine of metal on metal audible throughout the whole thing. There was a brief rattling within before her arm started to pull back. Her neck would bulge slightly as a round sphere was pulled up through her throat. With a popping sound similar to a jar lid opening, Hillary's fingers would be now clutching a mirror like apple, little dents dotted the apple from her grip.

She would then inhale sharply, before turning around to present the apple to Angelus, "Ah, sorry Hillary didn't explain, but that's a lot for her to do, and we don't have lots of time. But now Hillary won't make the elevator mad anymore!" and as luck would have it, the elevator dinged and revealed itself. Hillary would go in once more, the alarm angrily buzzing at her. This time was different as Hillary stooped down and gingerly set the steel apple down, and immediately Hillary's feet started to take on the material and appearance of the vinyl floor of the elevator. Swiftly shifting across her about half way through the elevator buzzer ceased, putting to same any weight watcher's program with such a rapid drop in mass.

Once the change was finally over, Hillary stood back up, looking quite a bit different than she had before. The visage of a freshly waxed floor smiled back at them, a dark blue leaning to near blackness with a spattering of speckles coated Hillary's body. Gone were the two large ponytail buns, replaced with a short bob cut framing her face. An additional mass sat atop her head, distinct from her hair as it appeared to resemble a hat. Grooves appeared along her body; her mid neck and both shoulders, while a semi free flowing cloth started from her hips and traveled down a quarter of her thigh. Additional grooves were present just after her elbow's on the forearm as well as a similar position for her legs. Finally while her fingertips seemed to be largely unaffected, her toes had melded together into a solid mass, now looking more like a shoe or boot. With these in mind and the location she was in, Hillary looked the fitting image of an elevator attendant; appropriate outfit included with a hat, gloves, sleeveless dress, and low heel'd boots.[footnote]If this description wasn't enough, here's a picture of one such elevator attendant [https://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/megamitensei/images/6/67/Elizabeth_render.png/revision/latest?cb=20160328034121] Hillary's current look is based on. [/footnote]

"Well what's everyone standing around for? Hillary remembers very clearly we need to get to the ship quickly." She announced, clapping her hands. "Please enter the lift if you would everyone?" She waved an inviting hand into the space.[footnote]Once they rode up the elevator, Hillary would take the apple and change back into the metallic Hillary, but she wouldn't swallow it until she was on the Dawn[/footnote]

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Aug 31, 2017

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It wasn't often that Rugal was in one of these meetings, least since his career change.
Seeing how the main reason he even got this job was strong arming, it wasn't exactly too comfortable for him to be surrounded by those who actually got their position legitimately.
While the Major grilled other members of the Rising Dawn's management, A familiar beep came from his PDA.
As they spoke, he checked it and found a message from his daughter, giving him some much needed reassurance in this strange time.
Still, it was what it was and when the question of if this was Bison's work came up, he gave his answer

"...You have actually interacted with that man, right? He masks his weakness with the illusion of power, same with his stupidity. No, whatever happened back there couldn't have been his doing. Even his comrades, for all their knowledge of trans-dimensional technology and theory, there was no way for them to get the means to set up such an event. Now, my former-..."Personal Assistant" Viscus did attempt to get some data on the event off the base personnel but his social graces are rather "Ungraceful" so that went nowhere. Might as well call it an "Act of god", though-...my daughter...she seems unable to use her Holy abilities. Whatever happened there might have been bigger then we feared..."

It was then his gaze turned to Titania, making him recall her actions right after the blast.
"...And yourself, Titania? There any suspicions or thoughts? Whatever happened there was most likely magical in nature and, as much as it pains me to say, that is a field my knowledge is limited on..." He then pointedly asked, clearly attempting to put her in the spotlight in order to try and pry something from her.
Ever since he got here and their interactions were limited but with purpose, such as giving him a new Ki generator, but one he knew about her for certain is that she knew much more then she was revealing...

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Aug 31, 2017

The Rising Dawn: Hanger Bay

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Adel | [color=3897E0]

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AI Dimitri

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

Adel was stable, though that was mostly out of his stubborn nature more so then actual HP levels. (Wonder where he got that from...)
Still, once Teri began to patch him up, he made little attempt to flee, merely muttering over and over again "[sub]Not again...Can't-...let it happen again...[/sub]"
While much of his bandaging and prior medical attention had been undone by his escape attempt, much like another tall, blonde pile of muscles with legs, his flesh was coping with what World Marshall had done to it rather well.
Of course, having access to magical healing helped but it was rather amazing just how far you can get out of mere spite for pain and weakness.
"[sub]He's trying to get in...he's trying to get in again...Need to-...[/sub]" He stammered before things took an unexpected turn.
Even while Teri was trying to get him patched up, he instead opted to try and further inflict pain on himself in an attempt to drown out that bastard's voice.
How he did it? His Slashing Aura flickered for a moment around one of his hands before he drove it into his left shoulder.

His expression said it all, the brief shock before a sort of calm began to befall him: "[sub]It's gone...it's gone...[/sub]"

Silence · Sep 2, 2017

Cloudtop Citadel

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Mio | BC | Others

Mio had heard people coming from behind her, so she was only surprised for a single second as BC reintroduced herself. Then she just leaned back slightly, to be even more engulfed by the bosom, and closed her eye. "Hey Carrie!" She put her arm back to keep her there in a soft half-hug, then answered: "No need to apologize! You are free, as am I.
I'm currently trying to get some organization back, after all, I am a captain, I know how to take responsibility." She slightly rubbed her head against BC's bosom. "Other than possibly everyone else in this place, for others, or for themselves!

So yeah, if we get more chaos, I'm starting a mutiny, and make this place less stifling! How have you been?!" She pulled herself out of the bosom again and turned, facing BC and looking her over.

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The Rising Dawn

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Diana | Blade

"A party?" Diana asked, switching to actual voice again. "Seems right up my alley. So, is it invitation only? Is there a specific dresscode? You seem slightly ... unsubtle, right now." She followed him, keeping up easily despite her monster heels. "And from what is going on here, it's probably not a single source of crisis. I'll still take your Sake, though."

Zepherus14 · Sep 3, 2017

[HEADING=2]The Rising Dawn Adventures[/HEADING]The Escapist Avatar Adventures
Rising Dawn's Main Kitchen
Captain Avanovonov | Nina and Phillip

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Arriving at the steel doors, Nina traced a hand over its cold frame, sending a shiver up her arm. "Well this looks promising, what do you think?" Nina asked, looking over to Phillip who was currently gyrating on her shoulder. Tugging at the brim of his chef's hat, the presumed excitement from the noodle was clear, they had arrived. "You know what we need for this?" Nina asked aloud, digging into a pocket. "Music!" she said as she pulled out her phone and handed Phillip an earbud. While one of the chunkier appendages held it close several smaller tendrils no wider than spaghetti noodles reached out from the mass and pulled the earbud inside. "You good?" Nina then asked, placing a hand on the door handle, several of Phillip's tentacles thrust expressively as if to say 'God Damn it, OPEN THE DOOR!!!'

She pushed open the door with a smirk and let it play [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06QYdaVBnlM]. Although Gene's version is timeless and largely unsubstitutable, but that sax solo was fabulous.

Once inside, Nina nearly had to brace herself from falling backwards as the rush of scents washed over her. The spices, sizzling meats, steaming veggies all brushed passed her like a longing embrace. It was no wonder she was already salivating, even if she had been feeling a bit peckish in anticipation of coming here. It truly was an oasis of the culinary arts and techniques, most of which were lost largely to Nina. Sure, you can watch someone carve a beast into cutlets to be cured, but it takes a special eye to properly appreciate the art that goes into such a thing.

Phillip had that special eye, and as Captain Avanovonov approached he might make note of Phillip's mannerisms. Most of his tentacles were doing their usual squirming as they do, but several were flicking back and forth, some curled at the end like they were grasping. Deliberate, measured, yet disorderly; it was hard to judge just what each was doing as they switched over several times. "Look at them all Phillip! Bit of a step up from the kitchen we have." Nina joked, clicking pictures with her phone. Self absorbed in what she was doing, she didn't realize the Captain was approaching until his figure blocked out the fluorescent lights in the ceiling and his rumbling voice echoed from his chest.

"I am Captain Avanovonov, and who might you be devshka?"

"Holy freakin' Jesus Christ!!" Nina exclaimed, legitimately startled as she grasped furiously at her phone she nearly dropped in the scare. "A little warning next time would be nice?" Phillip however continued what he'd been doing, giving Avanovonov a better chance to watch this creature's mannerisms. "Nina Zaczoltski, new hero around here I guess? It isn't quite official, like I don't have a badge or some fancy hero name or..." Nina stopped her rambling, eyeing Phillip a moment. 'Well he might care?' the thought crossed her mind before returning to the Captain. "I was, WE were hoping that it wouldn't be too much trouble to let Phillip here have at it and make some stuff for the party? Wasn't really made clear on what was on the menu, but I will be able to vouch that he has, excellent tastes." Nina almost bragged. Let it be known, it's hard to state one's own abilities while not undercutting those of another, especially when one is a chaotic void spawn of madness. "That wouldn't be too much trouble would it, Ananovo- Ana-" Nina looked back to Phillip. "Well?! What is it then? ... Captain Avanovonov?" After a brief moment, Nina looked back to the large Slavic man. "Sorry, Captain Avanovonov. It's been a day, as you can see, I'm in a bit of shambles." Nina gestured to the tattered dress she was still wearing, having figured getting there was priority one for the moment. "So is there an extra hand your team would need or-"

At that point, Phillip ejected the earbud, released himself from Nina and adjusted his chef's hat as he splatted to the floor. "Wait hold on, we need to ask permission from Anano- Right Avanovonov... We can't just march in here when it's not our kitchen." Nina argued, gesturing to the Captain like he was supposed to take her side. "Well sure it 'technically' isn't their kitchen either, but they have it for the party, it's largely their call, I'm just trying to be civil." Nina argued back, crossing her arms. "Well if you think you can do a better job, why don't give that a try too then mister smarty noodles? Just hand over one of my dress boxes so that I can try to find at least something moderately alright to wear for this party?" And with that, Phillip engorged his body to his larger size as a large cardboard box was pushed out from within. He would then shrink back down before proceeding further into the kitchen, tentacles flailing with what could interpret as excitement.

Silence · Sep 3, 2017

The Rising Dawn

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Anjali | Adel | Garm | Teri

"I'm not ... I don't want to hurt you." Anjali said and walked closer to Adel, not really knowing how to react. "Maybe you need to just close your eyes ..." In this moment, Teri and Garm were approaching, galloping and stopping in front of her and Adel. She smiled at them, unsurely. Teri, the healer, immediately went to Adel, seemingly knowing what was going on, which calmed Anjali.

The wolf, on the other side, spoke to her. "I am ... new, I think?" she answered, her speaking to a wolf seeming a lot less weird after all that happened. "I think yesterday? At least it tells me that. I was away for a bit and now came back." Sniffing her would give Garm the scent of the fresh raw meat she had eaten, and a smaller, not penetrant, but swampy scent of decay. There was also something else, something that seemed to be more ethereal than real.

She looked at Adel, worried as he drove his hand into his shoulder. "You should not do this. This just brings calm for a moment. What is in your head?" She held out her hand, and a silvery snake ghost came forth from it, Anjali herself being more amazed and confused by it happening than actually controlling it. It stopped in front of his eyes, looking into them.

Texas Joker 52 · Sep 4, 2017

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It was nice to be appreciated for once, although the Space Convict suspected that the main reason the one-eyed, one-armed Albino Pirate Girl was glad to see her was because of the fact that she had her boobs upside her head. But, she felt the need to take what she could get, so when Mio's arm reached up to return the hug, B.C. gently set her chin against the top of the shorter woman's head.

"No need to apologize! You are free, as am I. I'm currently trying to get some organization back, after all, I am a captain, I know how to take responsibility."

"Sounds like a headache." she said blandly as her eyes darted in the direction of the stick-in-the-mud, David.

"Other than possibly everyone else in this place, for others, or for themselves! So yeah, if we get more chaos, I'm starting a mutiny, and make this place less stifling! How have you been?!"

The Black-Haired Bomber's head perked up at that, and she murmured "Ooooh, a mutiny... That sounds like fun!"

Letting go of Mio, she stepped back and put her hands on her hips before jerking a thumb back at the group she had been accompanying.

"Been better, but tell ya what: Shit's hittin' the fan, and we've gotta get back to the Dawn. So let's walk and talk, maybe even get a drink." she said, before her voice brightened and she pulled a slip of paper from her cleavage and added, "I've even got an invitation to this party that's coming up. Maybe you can be my plus-one."

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Glimmer of Hope | The Rising Dawn Corridors
"This better not be some invisible-ink style shit."
B.C. | Mio | Others(?)

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As they made their way to The Rising Dawn, B.C. largely kept both herself and Mio just out-of-earshot of the others, wrapping a companionable arm around her current cohort's waist. All the while explaining what she had been up to since they last saw one another. And, since she felt like Mio was a scoundrel after her own heart, she largely kept the explanation without lies, half-truths, or even extravagant embellishments. Well, mostly.

It started with how she had decided to "commandeer" one of the Dawn's VTOL dropships when no one was looking--nevermind the pilot she had knocked out in the cockpit, he didn't even see it coming so it still counted--and flew it to the second-closest large city after picking a random direction. From there, she set it to crash-land just outside the city while she bailed with a parachute, and made her way into the city proper where she could take care of something she considered incredibly important: Changing her look.

She had just finished a trip to a nice little beauty salon and was in the middle of shoplifting several new outfits when she was snatched from there and dropped in front of the Gem of Want, and that entire debacle with the damned brat. B.C. couldn't help but embellish that part, mainly because she couldn't stand that kid, and because she felt that he deserved some shit being flung his way.

"So, after beating the boy's ass like a cheap war drum, I get dragged into this interrogation room with Dull David over there, this other chick, and these two cute little lizard-dragon kids, and we're told that apparently, we've all been brought into *this* dimension by some entity that wants us for... Something." she told her, eyes narrowing in a combination of suspicion and confusion and adding, "The particulars of why were never really explained, but they think it isn't good."

"But, they're apparently posing as someone that doesn't belong, and Davey-boy thinks it's this Alice Marlow, Marlow Alice girl, and we've gotta capture her or some shit. All I want is answers, but that's where this invitation comes in." she said as she waved it around in her free hand, before flipping it between her fingers and finally reading it.

Please kill my daughter.

~ Charles Marlow

Her face was impassive as she read it twice to make sure she wasn't mistaken in what it said, then tucked it back into her cleavage and continued.

"That's why I figure, may as well take you along as my date so that David doesn't get his panties in a bunch about 'cheating' on his girlfriend by going undercover. As if there was a chance for anything like that to happen. So not my type." she finished, her tone remaining casual so as not to betray the sudden stab of concern the invitation had given her.

What it said wasn't at all what she had expected. She was expecting something like "Black Tie Required", or "RSVP", or at worst "BYOB". Not "Please kill my little girl, signed The World's Worst Daddy". So that was... Something. Either a confirmation of who or what Vihaan and David suspected was their culprit, or a complication. Ultimately, it didn't matter to her. She didn't plan to kill or capture this Alice, she was either going to warn her, or work with her.

"So, Mio. Credit for your thoughts?" B.C. finally asked, giving her a curious sideline glance.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Sep 4, 2017

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The Rising Dawn

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Diana | Blade

"Well, from what I gathered, it's for Heroes of the Rising Dawn. And I've been here even before Rugal, not to toot my own horn or anything..." Blade remarked, tooting his own horn so hard the rest of the orchestra was drowned out.
"So I doubt we'll have anyone my right to be there. As for you...hmmm....You're pretty new here so you might be better suited if you impersonated someone else. Be good practice for you anyway, need to cut your teeth before we get to the real work. Kinda like that one time I invaded this outpost in Africa an-Blah blah blah, blah blah blah-"
It wasn't even worth trying to process what he was saying at this point, though he might be onto something about pretending to be someone she wasn't.
Fact of the matter was, the longer she spoke to this guy, the more she wanted to knock him out, shove him in a locker and-...Suddenly his idea began to make a lot more sense.
"Anyway, so the party is just up ahead. You figure out who you are going to be yet?"

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Sep 4, 2017

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David was rather glad that B.C. had found someone else to bother, though it did surprise him it was another woman.
He didn't have any problems with that, what with being heterosexual male and all but it did catch his eye for a moment.
"Ahhh, still the "Anything that moves" phase. They grow up so fast..." He joked as he kept making his way towards the party, pausing only when Laeta began to address a pet of hers.
"Holy shit, a pet that can't murder me...This place is becoming soft." He remarked, right before trying to figure out where he had seen such a creature before.
"Hey, I think I ate one of those things in Mexico." He rather densely said, quashing any notion that the life altering event he had witness/caused would stop the infamous David West "Foot in Mouth" trend.
The glare from both the woman and the creature said it call as the Irishman protested "In my defense, it was still most likely the healthiest thing that I put into my body that weekend..."

It was then that Laeta started to "Speak" with it and any hopes of a "Normal" pet being on the Rising Dawn was crushed.
"...Hold up: How in the name of god did you get "You were being chased by a young girl wearing lingerie?" from "gwaaaaaa"? There weren't even any syllables in that!"
Questioning the logic of the mighty Vettya got him little but an angry snarl from the creature, prompting him to counter with "Hey, remember which one of us is the Apex Predator here!...Wow, I am seriously having this conversation right now...My life is weird..."

NotYetForsaken · Sep 7, 2017

[[Main Scenario]]

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Glimmer of Hope

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titania's story

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"Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Titania interlocked her fingers and leaned forward, her hat shifted on top of her head and fell over her eyes. She pushed up the hat and shook her head. "Major," Titania said slowly, "I outrank you Captain Rugal. Among the heroes, you might be the leader, but try to remember that I am not one of the heroes." She ran her fingers over the table impatiently, "Be that as it may, while I see where you are coming from, I am not a sorcerer nor a witch. You mistake me for my namesake."

"That being said, are you not a specialist in the supernatural, Tania?" Rhodes asked, turning her piercing blue eyes toward the small white-haired woman.

Titania shifted in her seat and absent-mindedly played with the digital map on the table, "I know a little, here and there. Mostly stories that my mother used to tell me. But far be it from me to take the bedtime stories of my mother and grandmother as military intelligence."

Captain Donnell excused herself, swinging her legs over the side of her chair and landed with a small squeak as the rubber soles of her boots hit the polished steel floor. Titania eyed the intelligence captain on her way out. She seemed uncomfortable. On her way out the dragon and the warrior with the PDA came waltzing in the closing doors.

"And who might these two be?" Rhodes asked. Her mood seemed less sour, but her thick accent made her sarcasm particularly hard to detect. Titania couldn't say if that was an accusatory tone or a genuine question.

"Allow me to say one thing," Captain Do said. He swept his hand over the air before him and switched the table from a strategic map to a video recording. He pointed at the reconstruction of a random hallway on the Rising Dawn. "One of my officers has informed me that this recording was taken several moments after the event." He hit play.

There was a flash of light. Rumbling. The space around one of the steel walls seemed to buckle and break before David appeared in the hallway, screaming and crying. Then the grown man ran down the hallway blubbering through his own sobs of fear.

Titania stifled a laugh.

"If anyone knows anything, it is probably David West. For five minutes before the event, David West entered the ship and then vanished off the grid. Whatever he did then, well, my conjecture is that it has something to do with the event. We should find and detain him." The security captain sat back down in his chair, running his fingers lightly over his chin.

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Captain Avanovanov seemed taken aback. He watched Phillip scamper across the floor toward the stove line, tentacles flailing like pasta noodles in a blender as he went. "That thing wishes to cook?" He paused and looked at Nina, "Not that I doubt the unnatural prowess of a monster... but we have some monsters of our own. I do hope he won't take it personally if they shoo him away."

The first cook that Phillip ran into was a shorter Hispanic man with a thick mustache and carefully combed hair. He wore two hairnets over his head in a cross weave and he stood on the back of his heels, flipping skillets as he moved along the long line of stones. The name on his uniform read "Lt. Gabriel Mandez."

The Asian cook with the ceramic blade walked up with a thick cut of pork shoulder in his hands. He tossed it to Mandez who caught the shoulder in a skillet and set to work with a chefs knife. In one, two, and three cuts he pared the skin and fat and lean meat from the slab and send the pieces of flesh careening into different skillets. The skin into a boiling oil, the fat into the saucepan, and the meat into a high-rim pot filled with tomatoes and rosemary. "Yamada, what is that thing staring up at you?" Mandez asked as he worked, taking careful steps around Phillips crawling mass.

"I have no idea. Do you think it's trying to help? It's got a big chef's hat on." Yamada replied shrugging. He turned around and started back toward the meat racks. "You should give it something to do, we don't want it getting in the way of anything dangerous after all. Ted is liable to throw that thing into the pasta bin should he wander back in from the freezers."

Mandez gave a gruff "ok" before turning to Phillip. "Do you think you can make some pesto? I need to prepare some pine-nut pesto to add to the fried skins. Make it nice and spicy, with subtle earthy flavors. We have some black truffles near the spice bin if you need them. But try not to use too much. The truffle makes the pesto gamely."

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"Gwaah." Vettya told David. The armadillo-tortoise was clearly annoyed, and he bit the air toward David in a halfhearted attempt to show his aggression.

Laeta frowned, "Vettya might not look it, but he's a nature deity. I doubt that you could actually eat him."

"Gwa." Vettya affirmed.

"Mom found both Vettya and Losko in the lost jungles in South America hanging around some abandoned shrine. They're wonderful friends and they're not pets."

"Gwaaaaa," Vettya said matter-of-factly.

"Nonetheless, we should go find Losko. I'm certain he'll know what's going on. He always knows what's going on." Laeta nodded to herself. "Losko is the White Rabbit you know, he's a custodian of time and place. He'll know exactly what happened here. Or at least, he should know more than us!"

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