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

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Sep 20, 2016

World Marshall Undisclosed Location: Secure Cell Block: Designation A-Class: Bison, Bruiser, Caim, David, Teri, Mio, Shadow/Agent, FULGORE Featuring B.C. and King Leoric!

The FULGORE's line of questioning quickly became the least of his concerns when B.C. managed to detonate her collar and use it to escape.
"Well honey, I've gotta go! Toodles!" B.C. happily said befo-

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[Halt!]

The machine droned before B.C. found herself on the business end of more guns then she had been in recent memory.
Before she could even get a few steps down the hall, they were upon her, en-circling her while the FULGORE tried to return to his original query.

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[...Was this your doing as well?]

He then asked the Iron Queen, least before something much more important happened.
".......heh-....heheheahahaahahahahahahah-AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!"

A haunting laughter began to escape the smoke in B.C.'s former cell, prompting the FULGORE to slowly look away from Nadalia, right as he got the information on who else was in that cell.

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[...oh...Great...]

A large mace then swung downward onto one of the guards, crushing him instantly before swatting another away like a common fly and launching him clean though one of the cells on the floor above them.
The clinking of bones and armor then rang out as a Rather large Skeleton [http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/diablo/images/2/29/KingLeoric.png/revision/latest?cb=20120603170950] stepped out of the cell.
"Cower...before your KING!" Leoric roared before laughing madly and began swinging at the guards on that level.
Lead rattled his skull and bones, piercing though his armor but you can't kill that which has no life, didn't stop the guards from trying however.
While his attacks lacked skill and precision, they clearly didn't lack impact as he marched down the hallway towards where B.C. was being detained.
Seeing where this was going, the Convict hit the deck as the mace cleaved the guards who were still standing up, smearing their organs and cybernetics against all the cells nearby.
Now covered in oil and blood, Leoric glanced down at the one who freed him, holding his mace tightly, conflicted about if to kill her or not.
".....Grrrr...Your service is noted...Wretch..." He finally replied before resuming his crusade against his captors.

David needless to say got a bit animated when this happened, seeing how there was another escapee and he was currently kicking ass.
"Guys-....Don't mean to alarm you but I think our good Karma is about to pay off..." He said to the others as she watched the fight beyond his cell get more and more out of hand.
Bison was also watching closely, waiting for any chance to get out of this hell-hole and "Repay" all his captors for their kindness.

[HEADING=1]In the chaos that ensured, the cells containing the Rising Dawn were damaged and it became clear they weren't the only ones...[/HEADING]

-Sorry for the delay here, there was a bit of a mixup in me waiting for other people to post as well as me receiving some feedback on how I was doing this scene kinda badly and restricting/railroading what your characters could do.
In the past, a lack of planning had screwed over my GMing royally, though this time it seemed like I planned too much!
So from this point on: All bets are off, you'll be in full prison riot mode, feel free to do whatever and I'll have World Marshall react accordingly.
Sorry again and please: Don't hold back >

bluerocker · Sep 20, 2016

Diablo1099 said:
This dude helped in some places

the silence said:
So did this one!

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Caim was the first to act in the chaos, making note of the damaged cell walls. Taking a few moments to stretch his legs through a couple squats before he backed up from the "front" of his cell, and leaped, bringing one of his legs forward on the damaged part of the enclosure. Now, while Caim was not a "proper" martial artist (at least, in the hand to hand sense), even prior to his fateful encounter with Angelus the former prince had boasted a strong set of legs and the absurd ability to jump about 5 feet in the air. That all in mind, Caim had far more confidence in his kick being able to make a (further) dent in the already damaged front of his cell; and to his pleasant surprise, he found himself stumbling outside of the remnants of his cell and into the chaos of the cellblock fight. Scanning the closest environs, his eyes alighted on a familiar sight jutting out from the guards' hips in a holster.

[img length=400 width= 500]http://i.imgur.com/ph7iBrX.jpg[/img]

".....
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....."

That would work nicely.

Singling out a guard who was on the periphery of all the action, Caim grabbed a piece of rubble and charged again, bringing the chunk of concrete into the guard's face. In the haze of the confusion, the mute warrior grabbed at the sword at the guard's hip and tugged, pulling free a sight for sore eyes. With a murderous glint in his eyes, Caim readjusted his grip to accommodate for the new weapon (Eastern in design, he noted, rather akin to Nobuyoshi or Takamasa in his armory, but with a straighter edge), and thrust it forward into the guard. With a foot planted on the unfortunate sap, Caim pulled the sword back out, and relished in the smell of blood and oil filling the air. Ah, yes, this was his place.

"Hey, throw me his piece once you are done bashing his brains out."

Caim snapped out of his reverie when he heard David's voice shouting from further away - oh right, his friends. He had gotten so caught up in the moment he had almost forgotten about them. Gingerly picking up the guard's gun, Caim rushed back towards David's cell. Handing off the gun, the mute gestured to the rest of the prisoners in the immediate vicinity, urging him to join him in getting the other Dawn members out of the cells.

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~Several moments prior to all the chaos~

Teri was unsure unsure how exactly to react to the little debate between Bruiser, Mio, and Bison; electing to quietly watch Adel (or Fulgore, or whatever he went by these days) silently guarded the group. There had to be some way to get through to him, right? Maybe if she waved Rugal's name around, that could elicit a reaction. Of course, that had the potential to go horribly wrong as well, and he could just stab her right then and there. What to do, what to -

BOOM!

Everything in the cellblock exploded into chaos. There was an explosion by some happy go lucky lass, a skeletal king (or was he a lich?) had begun cleaving through guards with a mace like he was the second coming of Sauron, the cells were damaged, and Caim had managed to wrangle himself out in the chaos and grabbed a sword. Maybe they didn't have to wait on a rescue after all! Teri looked down at her hands and flexed them experimentally, before muttering to herself, [color=0E59E4]"...Time to apply their teachings in a practical setting."[/color]

As Caim went about in his bloody frenzy, Teri took the opportunity to rip the lower half of her pants off (making them effectively shorts in the process), and wrapped the cloth strips around her hands as impromptu bandages. They weren't gloves, but they'd provide a little bit of protection in the meantime. Of course, this also left her cell companions. Bruiser... Teri didn't want to think about Bruiser. She turned her attention to the other girl in the room, Mio. She had said that she was familiar with high seas adventures, but Teri wasn't entirely sure what she was capable of, much less if she was able to deal with... Any of this. She was some poor girl who happened to be around the RD when all this went down. At best, she had some combat experience, and they could get her a weapon, and at worst, she was a bystander who needed to be guarded. Either way, both outcomes would be difficult with the collars on. After getting everyone out, the collars would need to be first priority, alongside wound maintenance... But first things first.

The Cleric's lips purseed into a grim line as she tried to formulate a course of action, and gestured to her nautically inclined companion, [color=0E59E4]"Looks like we didn't need to distract the guards after all, Mio. I don't know what these guys are gonna do, but until the collars come off, all I can use are my parent's teachings, and unfortunately, I'm no master in them. But if we stick together, we should be able to get you outta here. What are you able to fight with? We might be able to grab you a weapon..."[/color]

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World Marshall Secure Location: Anomalous Materials [http://img00.deviantart.net/f187/i/2012/052/e/0/science_by_mikrob-d4qgzfi.jpg]
ARES | Viscus | Dimitri | M. Lab Tech

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When Dimitri found himself in the position of power over the Lab Tech, he began his sabotage of the lab techs by quietly turning off all of the EM fields in the lab. Second, he began to concentrate, and generated another SPRITE as he did before, this one a pale blue. To the SPRITE, he instilled the command "Search for User: ARES and deliver this message to her. If she has the ability to connect to the network, give her the credentials necessary. If she attempts to open communications with me, follow her commands, so long as it opens communications between us."

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Hello, USER: ARES,

My name is AI Dimitri, personal assistant to Her Ladyship, Rising Dawn User: Teri Gravel. If the name rings a bell, I am also one of the AIs who maintain the operations on the ship when things are... Less dire.

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I have managed to sneak my way into this system's network and am currently affect the systems to cause disarray among the users. I will release the EM field that is currently holding you captive. What you do after that is up to you, but I humbly request that you procure the equipment of our allies, a listing of which is enclosed in this message's attachment. I am aware that you have a storage facility within yourself that should accommodate properly. My physical apparatus is on there as well, in the form of a Tablet/Data Slate. It will have the name "Dimitri" carved on it's back surface. I can also provide you further assistance within the network as we progress. Also, I have another ally who will integrate himself into the weapon systems of this laboratory who identifies as Viscus. He is... Problematic, but useful. Try to remain out of his line of fire, and he should help us. The SPRITE I sent will help you as best as it can, but it is still a bit simple in function.

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I sincerely hope that we can work together properly and ensure the safe return of all our users. I would be in your debt if you could personally see to Her Ladyship's safe keeping. 

Sincerely,

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Dimitri

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Attachment(s): LIST_OF_EQUIPMENT.txt

After sending the sprite off to find ARES, Dimitri waited two human seconds before he composed an email to Viscus regarding the situation, and sent it off.

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Viscus, 

I managed to get my way into the network. I am hesitant to allow you access, but if you follow the conditions I give you, I will extend this chance for you to prove to me you are not a threat for me to keep around.

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1) You will not use this show of trust to harm anyone listed among the Rising Dawn. This includes currently registered members, newly accumulated allies/affiliations, as well as those who submit themselves to custody.

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2) You are permitted to use force as necessary to remove obstacles in our way, such as soldiers, affecting the network, etc. However, you will not kill those who surrender themselves to our mercy. And don't you try to be all smart with me and say anyone carrying a weapon is a potential threat, demand they lay down their arms if you must. You will NOT use chemical weapons such as gas or acids without previous forewarning to allied Users and giving them an adequate amount of time to leave the line of fire (and I do mean that by HUMAN terms).

3) When this operation ends, you WILL return to the Tablet again. If you use this as a means to double cross me or the Users, I can and will forego my previous attempt to spare your life and will personally delete you myself.

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Following that, Dimitri began interacting with the devices on the network, denying them network access through the permissions on the Administration panel. The Blue Butler gave a small chuckle as the Users began to express confusion as to why their computers were suddenly unable to access the network, or crying in distress for misplaced work (databases were rather finicky that way, weren't they?). Now to watch and see how this would all unfold...

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Strider Katana (Blade), Strider Hime (Furiae), Strider Hien, & Inuart Iprisson
Location: World Marshall Supply Depot, Outside of Denver [http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/17g9gv5p5cdqqjpg/ku-xlarge.jpg]

As the group began to chase the tank, Furiae looked at Inuart uncertainly and spat out, "I have an idea. But I need you to trust me."

Inuart scoffed and rolled his eyes, the enhancements from Wesker's serum making the motion considerably less difficult than it looked, "It has been nothing but bad decisions today, so I don't see how this could get any worse."
"Wonderful, now hold on!"
"Wait wha-"

All Inuart saw was the former Goddess' hand adjust the dial on her bracer and the next thing he knew, he was being lifted up by by a set of brown tentacles- and he was flying through the air, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! The bard began to flail in Furiae's grasp, being filled with abject terror this time around as opposed to reverence. After all, the last time he was on the receiving end of Furiae's extra appendages, he died, and rather painfully. Why was he so okay with this when she was resurrected - oh right, still did the sniveling obsessive fanboy act. At that reminder, the bard stopped flailing as much, and instead indignantly shouted, "Alright, aside from grabbing me with those - things and embarrassing me, what was your 'grand plan'?!"
"I was gonna fly to the tank, and you can shoot magic at it! Go on, I'm focusing everything I can just carrying your heavy, metal-wearing ass!"
True to the Goddess' plan, Inuart was able to right himself properly and begin swinging his blade, sending magical waves of ice after it... not that it stopped the duo from bickering,
"I'll have you know I've been working out frequently, and my ass is perfectly trim! I was nominated for 'most beautiful up and coming males singer' in- Whatever the bloody magazine's name was!"
*swing*, another wave of ice was launched at the tank, and Furiae continued the shouting match,
"Okay - 1) Ew, 2) I don't care, 3) I REALLY don't care, 4) I have a boyfriend-"
Furiae was cut off by gunfire, the Goddess having to duck and weave to ensure that herself and her heavy sack of human weight wasn't being punched full of holes. As Inuart launched more ice magic at the tank, he shouted again, "Really now?! You sure moved on quick! Then again, with having your little hit squad, you really didn't give two shits about me, did you?!"
Furiae threw a knife at a stray gunman on the tank, "Oh my GOD, get over yourself! I didn't call that hit squad, and I was told I was only looking for information! As far as I knew, you were supposed to live and be a fucking rock star or whatever it is you were doing!"
"So you meant everything then? You weren't just buttering me up, or doing some spy psychological trick?!"
Inuart reflexively launched another wave of ice at the tank, and with that, the poor thing stopped on it's feet, leaving it to the two Striders and the very perturbed bard to deal with. Furiae alighted towards the back of the tank, (where Blade was off doing his thing, released Inuart from her extra appendages and stepped towards him with a look that could kill,
"I meant every word. I wanted you to stick to music. It makes you happy. You can make a decent living off of it, not skulking around with shitheads like HIEN AND BISON!"
"You will not talk down about Bison that way! You owe him your LIFE!"
"I owe Bison NOTHING! If I owed anyone anything, it'd be the good doctor Cortex! Bison is a-"

"WILL YOU TWO JUST STOP-...."
There was an unearthly sound of a blade piercing flesh, before the two looked up to see Hien's sword impaled through Blade's chest. With a smirk that turned the stomach, Hien tsked, "You always couldn't keep your head in the game, Mutant."
"BLADE!"

Before anything else was said or done, before he could think about why, Inuart found himself moving forward, his mind doing a quick checklist on how Wesker went over how to move efficiently in the manner he called (what was it? Flash tapping? something like that)- keep low, focus on the target, move your legs just right, and -

in one instance he was next to Furiae, in the other he was before Hien; his blade striking downwards in an arc over the confounded Strider, blood seeping into his robes. As Hien looked at him with shock, Inuart coldly spat, "I could say the same of you."

As Hien sank to the ground, the bard gestured to Blade and spoke to Furiae, "...you should hurry them back to the Dawn. If you fly fast enough, you might be able to save them both."

Without needing to be told twice, Furiae grabbed both the bleeding Striders with her extra appendages, and shot a confused look towards Inuart, "...why the outburst? I thought you wanted Hien too?"
"...I, like you, care more about my friends far more than I do myself...I suppose you could say I empathized with your situation a little. I'll find my group soon enough. But, if the Dawn really does have them - could you tell them I'm alive and... I'm still looking for Bison."
He waved a weak hand towards Furiae before she could have responded, "Go on. If you want to yell at me some more, we can leave it for another day."

Silence stayed between the two for another moment longer, but with the fluttering of wings, the trio of Striders were gone, and Inuart was left to a smoldering battlefield...
With a sigh, Inuart looked around for a car to hotwire and muttered aloud, "Wish you could have seen that, Albert; I actually did pay attention to your lessons."

Generic NPC 22 · Sep 21, 2016

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This was a new sensation... well a new sensation for two of the people floating around in the darkness. Looking around her, Katya had no idea where she was or if she was even on the same planet that she'd grown up on. What kept her from panicking was the fact that there were two familiar faces floating in the semi-darkness with her... well... as familiar as one could get having spent between 22 minutes to 22 hours locked in a cell will them.

"Where in the FUCK are we?" The Rising Dawn's Resident Digital Deviant asked loudly as she floated in the nothingness known as the Shadow Realm.

"Shush! S'il vous plait!" the familiar feminine French voice belonging to Antoinette de la Trou exclaimed as she attempted to focus on getting themselves back into the prison and to their comrades, "I'm trying to get us back into the prison and to your comrades... but... I'm having some problems."

"Well, this is simply confirmation of what young Katya has been implying for some time now... that we are not on our world." The Fatherly Figure known as Benedict stated simply as he floated past Katya with a peace filled smile on his face, "Given this piece of information, the decision to attempt to teleport into the weapons storage area was truly a poor one since my apprentice is unfamiliar with this dimension's spacial coordinate system."

"So... how do we get back to the prison?! " The young Katya Rostikova asked as she attempted to swim over to Twit and throttle the *****!

"One second. Give me a moment to try." The former child soldier for the Empire muttered as she closed her eyes.

ZRRRRT!

The darkness was suddenly broken by a series of prismatic pulses of light caused by things being phased into Antoinette's Shadow Realm. Katya, held her breath, hoping that Twit had teleported her imprisoned compatriots out of the prison and out of harm's way.

"WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS?!" Katya exclaimed when she realized that it wasn't people that had been phased into existence but equipment.

"Zut alors!" The somewhat exquisite curse came from the junior member of the Blasphemer's brigade. In an attempt to phase back into the prison, Antoinette had attempted to use their equipment as a sort of anchor, "I had intended for us to teleport to our weapons, not for our weapons to teleport to us..."

"WELL NO SHIT! BUT THAT STILL DOESN'T HELP US GET OUT OF THIS SHIT PILE NOR DOES IT HELP ANY OF THE OTHERS!" The Impassioned Member of the Rising Dawn exclaimed as she once again tried to swim over to Twit to throttle the *****, "NOR DOES IT HELP US GET OUT OF THIS SHIT SHOW! AND THIS THING ISN'T MINE!"

Katya held out a what appeared to be some sort of futuristic magnetically driven assault rifle, stifling the thought of using it on the pair that she was stuck in limbo with.

"Hush, child. There's no use in crying over spilled milk. Have faith that your comrades can get themselves out of that prison while we try to get ourselves out of this prison. In the mean time... I suggest you tell us about this world. I suspect that the better the understanding that Antoinette has of this world, the easier it will become for her to teleport us back to it. Benedict said as he pulled his legs in, settling into a cross legged sitting position.

"Fine... Katya said as she strapped her gear onto her body, "But if we don't get back... I swear to God I'm going to shoot someone."

"So... the Father doesn't exist in this dimensions... not in the capacity that we're used to." Antoinette said, noting the fact that Katya had not been punished by the Father for using his name in vain, "Go on... I am listening..."

Note said:
Katya Rostikova, Antoinette de la Trou and Benedict Warrington are out for the remainder of the arc or until the encounter becomes more manageable.

Orinon · Sep 21, 2016

The Rising Dawn: Lower Levels: The Armoury
Icarus, Melethia.

The shorter elf nodded as she guided Icarus to one of the training rooms. "Go ahead and have your partner, though I will state only once that any attempt on his part to interfere in the training will inevitably result in the both of you being dragged to the medical bay. Still, shall we begin?" Upon entry Melethia Saw a Strange creature was already in the room it was doglike but walked on two legs. It had been punching the air but was somehow knocking around a punching bag a few feet away. Seeing Icarus The Anubis-esque creature Seemed to get exited and bounded up then sniffed and it's sharp eyes examined Melethia, but kept a polite distance.
"This is My Teacher and Adopted brother Danny Boy, and I assure you he Will not interfere unless you fight in a dishonorable manner." Icarus smiled and Danny Boy Dutifully stood in the corner sizing up the Elf. Icarus summoned part of his armor mainly his Blue Doublet which was in Fact Brigantine, the armor plating on his legs and his Brigantine Gauntlets.

Melethia Inspected his Titanium Sword-kin which was in Sword mode.
"The sentience is intriguing, but it is still only as good as the titanium it's made with. I know Titanium is lightweight, but can it match up to these blades?" Melethia then took out a rather sharp and extremely well-made Kukri with a purple sheen that had a pungent scent to it, a Similar Hand-Axe accompanied it as she calmly entered a fighting stance. Icarus took a Defensive stance, He had fought a variety of weapons His father used to wield two weapons. the first thing he noted was both the Kukri and Hand-Axe were designed for optimal striking. However there was one flaw in Melethia's weapon choice: They lacked any Reach, With his longer arms he had a slight advantage, but only slight.
Melethia led in with her a flurry of slashes that was meant to test the extent of Icarus's defenses.
The Set of attacks were certainly alarming Icarus backed up using footwork to keep out of trouble He threw up parries as the weapons swung in towards him, he did a decent job defending himself Though he was losing ground, He knew he'd have to advance His eyes took in as much detail as he could: Where Melethia placed her feet, which arm she lead with, where she opened her guard. He felt his wings touch a wall. It was now or never, Melethia gave one more slash at Icarus he responded by flaring up his wings and launching himself into the air, he landed behind her and he immediately whirled around with his sword outstretched to swipe at her, He aimed for the armored section of her torso he also had full intention to slow the blade down before he hit her, not intending to cause any injury to the young elf.

The Rising Dawn: Canteen:
Selena, Diana, Luke, Alashi, Tania, Diana and...Violet
Surprisingly Violet was incredibly nervous, He almost seemed fearful of her, Most likely it was the Blue, crimson and Indigo sparks surrounding her that was really scaring him.
"Ghhhhhheherrrrrrrrrrrr-You're drunk! I shouldn't take advantage of you in this state!" Selena looked away but out of the corner of her eye she saw he bumped into someone else. Alashi tried to Reassure the witch "And I can understand that, Selena, though you might want to hold back on the drinks..." Selena Sighed "Alright I guess I don't want to wake up with a hangover." Selena finished her Whiskey "I'm drinking just water from now on." She then felt a strange sensation as someone put their hand on her head something she definitely didn't appreciate
"Young sorceress who holds the embers of the Old World in your bosom, quell such magics before you call upon the eyes of beasts hungering in the night."
"Hey how about you mind-" She froze when she sensed this person's powerful magic. The wide brimmed pointed hat also made it was quite clear that she too was a Witch. Selena took a deep breath attempting to calm down but she was able to properly focus her Magic at this point.
"I think I'm starting to regret my decisions" she said weakly as she her head rocked feeling very dizzy.

Generic NPC 22 · Sep 23, 2016

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While the adult members of the Rising Dawn discussed their adult topics that were far above the nine year old pink primped princess' understanding, Ruby Babbage-Lovelace was busy trying to discover the location of the missing members of the Rising Dawn. This task was made difficult as the girl was also busy trying not to drown in Auntie Rhodes' boobs. With an arm pushing one of her auntie's copiously large endowments to the side in order to maintain an air pocket, Black and White haired little lady found it nearly impossible to hold the blue swatch of cloth and pull out a thread as that would have required both hands. Hanging at her Authoritative Auntie's side, Ruby noticed a thread of hope or rather a thread that stray thread dangling off of her beloved Auntie Rhodes' uniform.

Slowly reaching out her free hand, Ruby grasped the barely visible snagged bit of cotton and pulled gently, the future unraveling itself before her as easily as the cloth of the Commander with the Commanding Presence's uniform did. As she gently unworked the singular strand she could hear Mister Mishima speaking as he questioned just how it was possible that Ruby knew where the missing members were kept.

"[color=9f2c68]Also, you mentioned that child as being your 'Guide'? Mind if I get some context for that or is that 'Above my Pay Grade' now?[/color]" The man boobed master of martial arts muttered in a mocking manner.

Below the river, under the city one mile high,
Beneath the place where death came from the sky,
You will find the place where your friends yet live,
A place where the best defense is a shiv.
Though you have the will to fight
Follow these rules to ensure that things will turn out right.

The quickest way into the heart of the beast
Is what your foes will expect the least.
Plant your seeds deep into the ground
and pierce the place where your friends can be found
But before that can even be done
You will have to own both ground and sun.

Beware the fiery Norse Men's flight
and dodge the flak that explodes in the night.
Be wary of the giant metal men with arms numbering four
While burning Denver's killer down to the floor.
Move your floating home over the heart of the land
And break through both rock and sand.

"It appears that she's proven herself more useful than you, already, Mister Mishima," Miss Rory Mercury said as she fixed a stern look upon Mister Mishima, the former man in charge of it all. It didn't appear that the Black and Crimson Clad Calamity was particularly fond of the Japanese Businessman at all, though from what Ruby had heard while she was in the Medical Bay, there was a particular reason for it. Turning away from the businessman, the young looking loli addressed him with her back turned, "Gather what men can still fight, we've been dawdling for too long."

Walking away from the Powerless Power-broker, Miss Rory looked at Auntie Rhodes with a small look of concern.

"While we have that man trying to run around and organize a counter attack, do you have any idea what the little one is talking about?"

NotYetForsaken · Sep 24, 2016

Muhajideen
Location: Auxillary Command Center | Rising Dawn
Those who are friends are of kin. Those who are of kin shed blood as one.

Major Rhodes

Rhodes stopped and set Ruby down. The major's face was burning a deep pink, her bangs hid her eyes. She was silent for a little bit.

"While we have that man trying to run around and organize a counter attack, do you have any idea what the little one is talking about?" Rory Mercury asked, moving swiftly up to the Major's side. While the Major's strides were longer, she took them slowly and deliberately, allowing for the smaller woman to catch up.

"Anisa..." the major said lightly under her breath. She shifted her weight awkwardly between her legs. "You really shouldn't do that without telling me..."

"MUSTAFIA!" one of the angels said, running up and slamming her own body against the Major in a tight embrace.

Rhodes squirmed underneath the embrace of her angel, her left arm held against her chest. That tiny thread Ruby pulled in her divination had caused the entirety of her top to have become unraveled. What the Major couldn't cover herself, her angel did for her with much flailing, self-disrobing and silk-scarf wrapping around Rhodes' chest.

"If you want to see them... you just have to ask, Ruby. We just can't have men around..." Rhodes looked away and put a hand on her face, cheeks red.

There was a pause as another angel tackled Doom to the ground. "WHAT DID YOU SEE YOU HEATHEN!? FORGET IT IMMEDIATELY BEFORE I PUT YOU TO DEATH!"

In the back, yet another angel spoke in the ranks, "That was... that was so moe..."

After the Major's chest was once again covered by a makeshift bandage of silken scarf from her faithful angel, she spoke to address Rory. "Ruby speaks to us to seek the earth in full assault. We will probably move to attack directly above their prison, take the air with the Rising Dawn, and I'll have bunker busters queued up from the Soul of Tomorrow. After that my angels and I will sweep the area and deliver all the men to God." The Major smiled gently.

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Eudaimon: Lilith

Lilith put her rifle back over her head and looked at the G-corp grunt and his friend. He had the simple nature of a desperate man to him. Greased hair, shaven chin, and a slump in his shoulder that she recognized as the result of many days alone in self-despair. She blinked, blue eyes glimmering in the harsh white light of the ship's hallway. There wasn't too much time to waste, so Lilith supposed she'd have to lay it on pretty thick.

Then she smiled, "Ah, hiya," she faked a Southern Californian accent, though that was where she was from originally before being picked up by Mustafia actually, "I'm new on the ship here, just transferred here from the front." She leaned forward, "You seem really friendly, mind giving me the up and down of the place? Somewhere private maybe? It's just so cramped in here and I've got a terrible sense of claustrophobia." Lilith unzipped her body suit so that it left bare everything down to her naval, "I just can't stand closed spaces, they make me feel so hot."

Silence · Sep 24, 2016

Diablo1099 said:
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Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Canteen
Violet's Nightmare
Diana | Violet

"Look, I knew they had forces in the area but I didn't know they had all that! I knew Armstrong had a private army but I didn't think it was THAT big....Look-...please-.....[sub]I didn't know[/sub]..."

"Wrong answer." Diana answered Violet, grabbed him by his collar and pulled him out of the canteen. She talked more quietly as she dragged him along, into a part of the ship that was less populated. "I asked you why you did not know it. Why you did not scout it out. But you are completely obvlivious, aren't you?"

She pushed him into a storeroom, drank the Bloody Mary fully, and dropped the glass on the ground. "You know, I hate being taken for a fool. But now, now we are all alone, and I finally can have some fun. Actual fun, not that stupid robot-eating stuff. You now how tasteless metal is?" Despite it looking normal earlier, as Violet now looked at the grinning mouth of Diana, it seemed to have two rows of spiky teeth. Her eyes were burning coldly still.

"I should not have expected more of you. More than thinking with your balls." Her grin seemed to get wider as she grabbed into his crotch and put the other hand on his mouth, so he could not scream. "Maybe they need to be taken off? But ...
that would be too obvious, wouldn't it?" Suddenly, it seemed to get darker in the room, as Diana's poisoned mind began leaking into Violet's, and he could hear her voice only in his head. "I learned things that are much more fun back where I came from." She pushed close against him, what even he might have longed for, but not in this situation.

Dark clouds were filling his mind, making it hard to think. "I can be your fear. I can make all that you fear reality. But I also can create new fears ... and new longings ..." Her face came incredibly close to his, and she was looking deeply into his eyes. "You still would like it, wouldn't you? I know the mind of you males. But there is nothing wrong with it. It should be embraced!"

Violet could feel how his sex drive was heightened ... manipulated ... changed. His desires were brought to the top and not brought back down. It would feel like he desired every woman he saw. The dark clouds changed this ... slowly. They changed parts of his personality. This was no simple mind-reading. Or even controlling. This was changing his sense of self.

"But it also should be feared." was added in his mind. And suddenly, the dark clouds took out all the fears about embarrassment, the fears about speaking to someone desirable, even the fears about bodies themselves, naked ... especially these two things. The round ones. The ones pressing against his chest right now. What was that even? Why would you not fear round things? They could be really intimidating. Round things, like cabbages. Or sport balls. Or these things starting with b ...

Suddenly, the dark clouds lifted from his mind. Before Violet stood Diana, with her ... things. And her big, pointy teeth. She smiled, and took his hand. She lifted it to her mouth, putting his hands dangerously close to her round ... things.
Then she bit his little finger off. Chewed on it, smiled. "Tasty." and left the room.
Just a second before his memory of the dark clouds faded.

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Avatar Adventures | Undisclosed Location | Secure Cell Block: Designation A-Class [http://marcelgonzales.de/prison01.jpg]
Nightfall
Mio | [color=0E59E4]Teri[/color] | Caim and guards and Bruiser and stuff

Mio flinched as she suddenly heard another, unexpected, explosion. She took a step back from the cell door, stepping closer to Teri, fear in her eye, initially. Then she heard Leoric's laugh, and, after a short time, saw him knock out the cell door. And not attack her, but the guards, which made her much more confident. "Now that's what I'm taking about! Getting out of here!"

Meanwhile, Teri was starting to rip the lower halfs of her pants off, which got curious glances from Mio, as she looked back and forth at the chaos outside and Teri inside. She realized what Teri was doing just after a short time. "Are you sure you can punch hard enough?" did she ask, right before Teri spoke to her, a bit worried about Mio's abilities.

[color=0E59E4]"Looks like we didn't need to distract the guards after all, Mio. I don't know what these guys are gonna do, but until the collars come off, all I can use are my parent's teachings, and unfortunately, I'm no master in them. But if we stick together, we should be able to get you outta here. What are you able to fight with? We might be able to grab you a weapon..."[/color]

"Hey, I did promise to get you out of here, didn't I? I keep my promises!" Mio answered, overhearing that Teri was speaking about getting Mio out. "Now, this will be quite easy with that chaos out there. Don't be loud and don't make yourself big, and follow me." She did not seem to be worried about Bruiser. Instead, she silently walked towards and out the cell door, occasionally looking back to Teri, making sure she followed.

There, she also could see Caim fighting an array of guards, some of them trying to fight back, some of them, one row behind, having their guns pulled but not shooting, worried about hitting their own. Mio's eye fell on the same place Caim's eyes had before, a sword holster. With some very quick movements, she had pulled a sword out, and taken a low stance. The guard had not noticed this happening, at all.

Looking back to Teri, Mio winked. "There's my weapon." she whispered. "But now we should get to where our things are stored. I'm not getting out of here without my coat.
Uhh ... do you know where to go?"

In that moment, one of the guards seemed to pick up on something, and slowly turned. Before he could do so fully, however, Mio's sword was on his throat. His eyes widened, just for a second, then Mio cut with a quick slash and jumped a step back as he was going limp, slightly yelping due to landing on her injured leg. Otherwise it had been quick and clean. Mio quickly hurried around a corner, made sure Teri, but noone else, was following, then spoke again.

"Sorry about that. You should not see these terrible things ...
where should we go though? This prison is much bigger than the ones I am used to."

Zepherus14 · Sep 24, 2016

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Rising Dawn Private Quarters - Ryan's Room
"And she said we couldn't make anything good from that? Right, Challenge Accepted!"
Ryan | Annie | Nina and Phillip

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As Annie passively watched from the bed, taking care of her sword's needs, Nina and Phillip would be raiding the fridge and freeze. The goal was simple, look for stuff to make some legitimate noms to eat, and then cook said food with extreme... determination. It wouldn't take long before Phillip made up his mind on what was going to be made. While sitting by the counter, he extended some of the tentacles outwards to grab inside the fridge, putting out whatever he needed.

Nina realizing Phillip had taken the charge, moved out of the way as he did his thing. "So what are you thinking of making this time then?" She asked politely, looking down at the noodle monster. Phillip would pause for a moment, several of the tentacles stopping for a moment as a couple of them shifted her way, acting like he was giving her at least some attention. "Oh come on, what do you mean it's a secret Phillip? Just tell me what you're planning on making!" Phillip didn't let her finish before he started moving things around getting a kettle boiling some water, setting a cutting board down. Nina simply sighed, he was probably pretty stressed from all the goings on that day, she couldn't hold it against him if he wanted to do some things his way for once. "Alright, well if you need me, I'm not going anywhere. Just ask?" She smiled encouragingly before resuming her hunt for a cellphone charger.

Meanwhile the main show was starting [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8CqSKbsJ98] as from within Phillip's mass, several sheathed knives and pans appeared. Pushed out from a barrage of other tentacles that cascaded forth, Phillip immediately started cooking a frozen hamburger patty as well as throwing some butter into another oiled pan. While they started to slowly sizzle, several of Phillip's tentacles whipped around with uncharacteristic precision, snatching up a couple onions. They flexed for a moment as the outer most skins flaked off without much resistance as they were set swiftly to the cutting board.

The familiar sound of a blade being drawn forth filled the air as Phillip grabbed a cooking knife, and like a striking python started cutting the onions into ringlets.[footnote]Despite whatever hang ups she'd have with Phillip, or him using a blade with such speed in such close proximity to Ryan, she'd feel that aura of Phillip's had dimmed in comparison to all other times she'd noted its presence.[/footnote] Phillip however continued chopping away at the onions, one tentacles apparently having several smaller tendrils coming out of it which danced between the chopping blade, moving onion pieces in and out of the spot as needed.

Into the melted butter pan Phillip threw in the chopped onions as he simultaneously flipped the burger on the pan with a flick of his non-existent wrist, having it do a nice 540 in the air. He'd stir the chopped onions in the mix of melted butter until they were nice and tender, and while they neared their completion, Phillip broke apart the hamburger while grabbing a mass of paper towels. He'd flip beef up again, snatching the bits with the paper towel. With a swift twist, a large majority of the grease Annie would be against was now separated. And with that he dropped them into the pan like a hailstorm of beef.

Now beef broth was a problem, since Ryan didn't have any, nor did he have the reasonable alternative of chicken broth, nor did he even have old bones to attempt to make new broth. He had one option however as maddening as it might be to use. In a large mug, Phillip opened up one of the instant beef noodle cups Ryan had lying around, and immediately tossed the crummy noodles, using the pack inside as the broth he needed! He dumped that into the mug, pour the boiling water he'd prepped from the kettle at the beginning, and then dump that into the mess of onions and beef. Lastly, a couple of spice bottles would pop out from Phillip's mass as he'd give a couple shakes of a few before putting them away. He'd cover the pan with a lid to let it simmer there as he moved on to cleaning the finished beef pan.

"I think I know what you're up to Phillip~" Nina mused as she flopped onto the bed's edge, giving herself just enough room to not fall off, but also not to incur the wrath of Annie. She'd kick her feet up in the air while she rested on her stomach, and then had a seemingly one sided argument over if she really did know the dish with a couple "Ya I do."s and a few "I definitely got it."s sprinkled in between to respond to seemingly nothing.

"So, Annie? You sure you don't want any? Phillip says he's got enough he'd definitely be able to make you a serving too if you want?" Nina asked from her spot, looking over to the diligent little Shifter of edginess. Now Annie might still have had her reservations on the quality of Ryan's food selection, but still somehow, someway, she would notice her mouth was salivating. Despite her not being hungry, not trusting either of them overly, or just simply thinking the food wasn't a good quality for her; her body was somehow still yearning for a taste of what Phillip had been working on for the passed 20 minutes or so.

Regardless of her answer, soon enough Phillip would start to work again. He'd grab another large coffee mug and used it to judge a round circle cut for a couple slices of bread, which he'd then through into a toaster. He'd also grab out the cheese block, and what happened next seemed odd as one of Phillip's tentacles went around to each of the cupboards, hovered there for a second before moving onto the next one. "Maybe he lost the cheese grater or something?" Nina stated out of the blue. "It could happen, maybe someone else needed it, we don't know." She added. Without a supposed cheese grater, Phillip instead used one of his knives to slice the cheese and divide it into small slivers. Once the bread had finished toasting, he through it into a microwave with the cheese on top to melt the cheese. And with that, he was done! [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IS724kaxlRE]

Finally he ladled some of the french onion soup [http://southernboydishes.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/French-Onion-Soup-3.jpg] into one of the mugs, setting the toasted bread within. It was simple, and yet somehow it brought everyone's attention to it in the room. The first he'd give to Nina, which she'd immediately dug in, thanking Phillip for the food in turn. If Annie had agreed to have one as well, Phillip would prep one of her too, and needless to say against all odds, it tasted just as good as it smelled.

When Nina was nearly done her allotment of onion soup, she looked over to Annie questioningly. "So this has been bugging me practically since Ryan first noticed Phillip with his magic eyes of bag spying. Frankly other than Eddie giving me the gears about Phillip no one has been reacting... poorly towards him? Are people like him more common around here, or are things just that much more... liberal around here?" Nina asked Annie quietly, Phillip was obviously still in ear shot, but given the situation Nina didn't really have a choice in that matter. "Really I'm not sure where I'm going to go from here if Ryan's really going to take that long to get up. I just don't want Phillip to get hurt." She said with genuine concern.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Sep 26, 2016

The Rising Dawn: Hangar Command Center: Slindis, Diana, Kazuya, Angelus, Doom, Major Rhodes, Ruby, Rory, Rugal, Devon, Garm

"It appears that she's proven herself more useful than you, already, Mister Mishima,"
[color=9f2c68]"..."[/color]
This was his life now.
From a lowly martial arts student from the past to one of the most powerful men in the present day earth...to the ***** of Lolita, a little girl and an unwilling stripper.
[color=9f2c68]"....Yes, Ma'am..."[/color] He merely said before returning to his post, clearly no longer resisting or objecting to anything as he merely began to assemble a team of soldiers for-...whatever it was that these women wanted to do.

Doom meanwhile was a little confused at what exactly happened, the little girl said some stuff that he didn't understand and in the process, the Major seemed to lose her top.
However his keen mind was able to point out a detail that many others might have missed in this exchange.
"If you want to see them... you just have to ask, Ruby. We just can't have men around..."
[color=004d]"....Wouldn't that make you a pedophil-AHHHHHH!"[/color] He asked before one of Rhode's personal guard tackled him to the ground before screaming something about "Heat-ing" at him.
[color=004d]"DOOM DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING! DOOM DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING! PLEAS-JUST DON'T HURT ME AGAIN!"[/color] He screamed while bringing his hands to his face, accidentally brushing them against the Angel's chest as he did and getting a slap in the face for his troubles.
[color=9f2c68]"Oh of the love of-...Can we at least pretend that we ar-...I mean-...oh forget it, Just know my men are ready when you are..."[/color] Kazuya merely grumbled, knowing full well he didn't have any right to talk after all that had transpired.

And just to punctuate just how terrible this meeting was going, Kazuya then heard the LAST voice he wanted to hear from:
"...Have we arrived at a bad time?" Rugal said as he, Garm and Devon soon arrived on the scene, the "Captain" of the ship being somewhat used to such displays after living and working here for so long.
"...Major...Not the circumstances I'd imagine we'd be meeting in..." He greeted Rhodes, nearly getting set upon by the Angels attempting to protect their commander's modesty.
Luckily for her, Rugal's eyes were soon elsewhere as he spotted Slindis talking with Kalastryn.
"Ahhh, you've returned safely. I cannot begin to express my relief. No doubt you've heard about our situation..." He explained to the Drow, each word sounding like nails on a chalkboard for poor Kazuya...

(More posts coming soon...hopefully...)

Texas Joker 52 · Sep 27, 2016

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Being the experienced Jailbird that she was, B.C. wasn't particularly surprised that she was immediately met by guards following her exit from her smoking cell, though she had to admit, she was impressed at how many there were. If nothing else, this place got points for quick-response. However, she was surprised by the fact that her cellmate was all of a sudden a lot more corporeal than she remembered, and was in the mood to drop the hammer when it came to the fact that these guards were an 8 as opposed to a 10 when it came to just how quickly they responded.

Which meant that they weren't quick enough to dodge his big, fuck-off mace as it proceeded to tenderize some fresh pork.

When it swung in her direction, she didn't simply drop to the ground, instead bending backward and catching herself from falling in what could have been some sort of yoga pose. Once the mace was out of the way, she executed a flashy back-flip and stood, one hand on her hip, as she stared up at the skeletal giant.

".....Grrrr...Your service is noted...Wretch..."

"Yea, you're welcome, hun." B.C. replied with just the barest sneer as he proceeded to tear a path of his own through the prison's hallway.

Taking a moment to watch him continue to pound guards into the floor, the Convict shrugged before bending down to take some of the fallen guards weapons, which was easier said than done. Most managed to be crushed under the Skeleton King's weapon, but a few managed to survive the onslaught, and when she examined one, she had to chuckle. So primitive, they didn't even shoot lasers or particle beams! Not that that was a problem, she thought as she took one of the Advanced Assault Rifles, along with all of the magazines she could conceivably carry.

She looked up after stuffing a magazine into her cleavage to see several other captives exit a cell, which seemed to consist of at least three men, one of whom was getting another a weapon after cutting down a guard with his own sword, three women, one of which looked more than a little worse for wear, and some sort of android. And they were talking about getting the hell out of here. She started to grin, before one of the ladies, the one missing an arm and wearing what she realized were singed robes, decided to teach the guards a very valuable lesson.

Namely, that if one couldn't take the heat, to get out of the raging, magical inferno.

Within seconds, an entire section of the hallway was wreathed in flames, and even B.C. had to flinch from the heat. Looking back at the one-armed woman, she looked to be more than a little pissed by her robotic companion. Really, the tension she was getting off of those two was nearly as hot as the flames behind her, but only one was managing to make her more than a little sweaty. With a shrug, she decided to do the only thing she could think of to cool off.

Namely, by stripping out of her prisoner's jumpsuit. Besides, it was hardly her kind of outfit, and it wasn't her shade of orange, unlike the one she was in when she was picked up by these jokers. Once she was down to nothing more than a two-piece bikini and a pair of boots, she stuck her stolen magazines whenever she could actually keep them, and walked up to the group as they formulated a plan to get out of there.

"Why hello there! I hope you don't mind, but I overheard that you all are planning on gettin' outta here. Mind if I... Tag along?" she asked with a sultry grin, before she introduced herself with an offhand burst of gunfire at a nearby guard that wasn't quite dead yet, brightly saying, "The name's Bombshell Carrie! Pleased to meetcha!"

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Hallways Leading to the Canteen
"You are feeling sleepy."
Sloth

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As one of the lone figures stalking the halls in the direction of the Canteen, Sloth was moving notably slower than usual, even by his own standards. While he was usually described as moving at a snail's pace, that was usually hyperbole, since he at least moved at a casual stroll most of the time. Now, however, he did seem to be going at the same pace as a snail, with his posture being a little more slouched, and his eyes drooping so much they were nearly closed.

But he needed to get to the Canteen. He wasn't entirely sure why, but the didn't stop him from knowing that it was at least reasonably important to get there. Probably someone he needed to check in with, he thought as he stopped for a moment to give a wide yawn.

Of course, just because he needed to get somewhere didn't stop him from being tired. Tired of having a job to do, tired of walking around and having violent or exciting events happen around him, tired of being tired. He gave another yawn before he simply decided that, no matter how important it was that he get to the Canteen, he would get there when he was damn well ready.

And promptly fell face-first to the floor of the hallway and began to lightly snore.

Sloth is now officially ASLEEP! This means that he is effectively worthless as anything but a minor obstacle in one of the halls leading to the Canteen for the time being.

Diablo1099_v1legacy · Sep 28, 2016

World Marshall Undisclosed Location: Secure Cell Block: Designation A-Class: Bison, Bruiser, Caim, David, Teri, Mio, Shadow/Agent, FULGORE Featuring B.C. and King Leoric!

All sights were on the Skeleton King as he stomped though the area, bullets peppering his entire being but not so much as even slowing him down as he swatted incoming guards out of the way like insects.
This would be the start of his new reign, a vast kingdom laid before him just waiting to be born, he would rule these people and that rule would be everlasti-

*Clink!*

Because of a missed headshot, the guards actually managed to exploit the immortal's spiritual bond to this crown as it fell off his scalp before bouncing off the bloody prison floor.
Quickly, he felt his strength leave him as he began to fall apart, the bare bones that made up his form crumbling to a heap below him.
He didn't notice it at first when he was forced back into his wraith form, it was only when he attempted to swing at another guard, only to watch his now incorporeal mace pass though his skull harmlessly.
"WHAT-....oh........YOU THERE! ASSIST YOUR KING!.....YOU! I DEMAND TO BE REVIVED!......ANYONE!? I ALONE HAVE DELIVERED YOU FREEDOM!....Tch, everywhere I go, ungrateful peasants..." He began whining at he hovered over his corpse, remembering just how hard it was to move a crown back onto his skull when you don't have arms. or legs. or a living body.
"...It's because I'm dead, isn't it?...Bah, Bigots. Bigots the lot of you!"

David meanwhile was quick to make the most of the opportunity when Caim handed him an assault weapon.
One of the few things he had going for him was his keen aim and, unlike a lot of the other Dawn members, that couldn't be taken away by T-Minus.
While he didn't have Philemon's gift of unlimited ammo in this state, he didn't need it too much as he scored several direct hits on incoming guards, with a few rounds to spare to test something.
"Caim, just a heads up, I'm about to do something REALLY stupid...Just-...Pass on a message to Furiae for me, in case it doesn't work out."
This was the one thing that was able to snap Caim back to reality as the implications of that message began to sink in, his expression frozen and his eyes widened beyond the point of discomfort.
"Tell her-...She's amazing and-...I really enjoyed my time with her and-...Not to blame herself if I don't make it...and-...I loved her."
There wasn't much that could give a warrior like Caim pause, but that would certainly do the trick.
While he was trying to figure out how to feel about this, he saw David smile before he brought his weapon up to his own throat, bringing up extremely painful memories of his sister's own attempt on her life.
Time seemed to slow down at Caim reached out to try and stop the sniper from taking his own life, his hand barely missing the butt of the rifle as this gunshot seemed to drown out all others.
David trembled as he stood there with his eyes closed, slowly opening one of them to witness the sight of a rather nervous and fearful looking Caim.
Glancing around, he didn't see any blood, any broken flesh or even burn marks, but what he DID see was a broken explosive collar at his feet, shattered from the force of the bullet that hit it.
".......huh...I-...really wasn't expecting that to work..." The sniper confessed to an increasingly exasperated Caim as the battle raged on around them.
"....Want me to do yours next or..."

Bison meanwhile had done his best to slip by unnoticed, after all, outside of Bruiser, everyone in this prison most likely wanted him dead (Least out of all the people who knew who he was).
During Leoric's rampage, he hung back from the door as one of his stray mace swings blew it open, giving him his chance to escape.
He glanced back over at Bruiser was he looked awe-struck at what was happening.
Conflict filled his mind as he was torn between staying with his loyal friend in his hour of need or bolting and trying to figure out a way out of this collar before he was found again.
In the end, he was able to over-come the personal weaknesses that plagued him his whole live and, for once, he showed some real loyalty as he looked once more to Bruiser and the Rising Dawn...Before running as fast as he could in the opposite direction [http://tinyurl.com/grgxgl5].
[color=6c1405]"SEE YOU ALL IN HELL YOU DICK-LESS JUNK HEAPS!"[/color] He shouted over his shoulder at his former captors as he ran to what he thought was safety.
Problem was: He ran right past Nadalia, hell, nearly ran into her had he not corrected his course at least.
[color=6c1405]"OUT OF MY WAY, YOU BLACK *****!"[/color] He said as he could feel the warmth of freedom coming to greet him....that was the warmth of freedom right?...Right?...

Though it all, the FULGORE found himself rather busy attempting to regain order, least before his HUD began to spike with dozens of heat warnings.
While his men were attempting to control the S-Class prisoner, he saw Nadalia advancing towards him, leaving a massive trail of flame in her wake as the Prisoner known as Bison ran around in the background on fire and screaming.
Even though his armor was now bright red from the heat, it didn't seem to affect him yet, though Nadalia was able to notice a series of air-vents opening up.

Code:

[Preparing to engage...]

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuLMSOzS-II] The machine merely droned before extending out his blades to meet her attack.
But before her blow could connect, he-...vanished? Her fist met thin air while an violent plasma blade slash raked along her back.
Several more blows against her midsection and head soon followed, the Cyborg using his cloak and impressive speed to try and bypass any defense she might put up, even as his armor hissed and steamed from the flames.

As the fight went on, Bruiser was able to limp out of his cell behind Teri and Mio, slightly overwhelmed by what he was seeing.
He had been in this hell-hole for quite sometime so it was really jarring to see the guards so powerless to stop the ongoing fight.
Soon, all that went out the window when he saw Bison slowly succumbing to Nadalia's flames.
All pain and fear left him as he charged into the inferno to save the dictator before he died of friendly fire (Bah Dum Tsh!), the leathery skin of the Machoke faring much better against the heat and flames then any human could have.
The fact he quarreled with a dragon for so many years also helped.
Edging past the Cyborg and Queen's fight, he then carried Bison out on his shoulders, even if it meant undoing many of the wounds Teri just closed.
Nearly collapsing before her and Mio, he then wheezed "Always running into fights...he can't win..." as he began to try and pat down the flames on the flailing villain.

Generic NPC 22 · Sep 29, 2016

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Were Rory Mercury cut from the same cloth as some of the other flat as an ironing board lolis that a certain stormy dispositioned former author had a penchant for, she might have become rather jealous of the fact that Major Rhodes Selmy had been particularly blessed by the goddess of milk and cheese. When one had experienced as long a life as the Black and Crimson Calamity had, one understood that beings came in all shapes and sizes.

"(Big breasts are filled with dreams while small ones are filled with dreams)" The Suddenly Spooked Pseudo-Psychopomp thought to herself as she realized what the Well-Endows Warrior Woman had said.

"Ruby speaks to us to seek the earth in full assault..." The words entered Rory's ear canal and stimulated her ear drums.

"Y... you mean... u... un... underground?" The Scared Little Loli started to stutter as she realized that Major Rhodes' Road to Victory lead directly into Hardy's domain. There were few things in the entire universe that could cause the fearless little lolita to quake in her crimson boots, one of those things happened to be the Hardy, Goddess of the Underworld. The Battle Minded Berserker wondered if she would be better suited for the assault on an alternate target, leaving the prison liberation to remainder of the Rising Dawn crew members and Major Rhodes.

"It's okay Miss Rory. You're going to be okay." A childish voice filled with knowledge said from somewhere between to the enormous bust of the Confident Champion and her angel, "Hardy isn't here."

While Rory took a moment to calm herself, the nine year old in the pink dress spoke loudly, addressing the single remaining Artificial Intelligence on the ship.

"Miss Vermilion, could you please contact the rest of the crew and ask the to assemble for Miss Rory and Auntie Rhodes? They are going to tell us how to rescue our friends!"

[HEADING=2][color=E34234]"Attention Crew. Please report to the main hanger for briefing."[/color][/HEADING]

Having recovered from her initial fears at the prospect of having to travel into the very heart of Hardy's domain, Rory Mercury looked up and noted the arrival of the ship's captain, Rugal Bernstein, and another of the crew members, Devon. Sensing a connection between the Drow, Slindis, and Rugal, Goddess of Love's lips creased into a small smile, her affection for the simplest of things banishing away her fears.

"Love... it nurses us when we are sick and gives us strength when we are weak. It banishes our fears and boosts morale. 'Tis is not wondrous, Naamah?" The Young Looking Demi-Goddess addressed her carried companion.

Attention Players said:
Starting Monday, the remaining encounters will be handled by both [user]bluerocker[/user] and myself. If you have any questions or concerns, please send them to us via PM. If you're planning on taking part in the rescue and are currently in the middle of an interaction, please have it completed by Monday or start running them as flashbacks.

Thanks,

Gen Gen

Texas Joker 52 · Oct 3, 2016

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Vice's Realm | Envy's Room
"I ship it!"
Envy

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As Sloth exemplified his nature by sleeping on the job, Envy had taken refuge in her room in the Vice's personal dimension after being the unfortunate target for projectile vomit. The room itself was absolutely dreary, with heavy black curtains blocking out any potential light from the windows, the walls painted a deep forest green with black floral patterns along the edges and where the walls met floor or ceiling. One side of the room was dominated by a large and rather Gothic four-poster bed with black lace curtains.

But beyond a few bookcases laden with books, a couch, and a desk with a surprisingly advanced-looking computer atop it, it was rather sparse when it came to furnishings. Envy currently sat at said desk, intently watching the live show that was on the screen. She had long since abandoned trying to clean her turtleneck, and had abandoned it for a t-shirt, one emblazoned with the words "Perc'ahlia Forever!" in blue across the chest, with the image of an armored brown bear beneath it, wearing golden-rimmed glasses and holding a primitive yet elegant looking rifle.

As it turned out, in one of the many versions of Earth that existed parallel to them, one of her favorite shows was playing right that moment. It was about some rather nerdy, but talented, voice actors of the time playing a tabletop RPG, and it was a show that Envy had been hooked on since it had started. She had already seen the entirety of the show several times by this point, but since in this version of Earth they had reached one of her favorite episodes, she couldn't resist watching it.

In this episode, a member of the party, a Human Gunslinger with white hair and golden-rimmed glasses named Percy, had been felled in the battle that finished the previous episode, and after the party had taken him back to his hometown where the cleric of the group was waiting, they were preparing to resurrect him. There were no guarantees. They needed to give him a reason to come back. And Envy clasped her hands tightly together against her chest as she leaned a little closer.

"I should have told you," said Vex'ahlia, the team's Half-Elf Ranger, "It's yours."

~Oh! Oh, it's happening!~ Envy cried excitedly as the actress who played Vex described how she bent down to kiss the lifeless lips of Percy after declaring her love for him.

There was a rather melancholic telepathic sigh as Envy wondered just what it was like to love someone else, and hopefully be loved in return. But, Sloth said that since they didn't have souls, they probably weren't capable of love. Wait a minute...

Envy let out a mental gasp as she realized that she had abandoned Sloth in her hasty, anxiety-fueled retreat after being promptly vomited on. While he wasn't exactly helpless, he probably would like her help right about now, and she felt more than a little guilty for running off like she did. After all, he DID manage to get her away from Pride, if only for a little bit.

Turning off the computer's monitor, she stood up and promptly opened a portal to where Sloth was.

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Hallways En-Route to The Canteen
"Never change, Sloth."
Sloth | Envy

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True to his name, Sloth was still sleeping peacefully in the middle of the slightly grubby floor of one of many hallways inside The Rising Dawn, completely oblivious of everything that was happening around him. It was often said by those who had some experience with him that he slept like the dead. Those that truly knew him however, knew better: Even the dead couldn't sleep that soundly. So as a dripping black orifice opened in the world next to him, with a somber young lady stepping out of it, he continued to snore without a care.

Envy looked down at him for a moment and shook her head, and she would have smiled just a little if she was capable.

~I guess I shouldn't be surprised. This is you all over, Sloth.~ she murmured telepathically, mostly to herself.

She took a moment to bend down and ruffle his long, gray locks, managing to avoid any of the myriad cobwebs that managed to find their way into his hair. As she scanned the surface thoughts of the Lazy Vice, she realized that he was supposed to go to the ships canteen... For some reason. Even he hadn't entirely been sure why. She would have frowned at that. Canteens usually meant people, and she wasn't comfortable around crowds. But, since she had gone there to help, she supposed she was stuck.

Standing up, she reached out with her mind and picked up the inordinately heavy Sloth, managing to lift him into the air, although he hung rather limply as she held him up with her telekinesis. With a quick look around, she managed to spot a nearby map that showed her where she was, and where the Canteen was supposed to be. Then she started to make her way there, at a pace that was moderately faster than Sloth on a more wakeful day.

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The moment Envy stepped even remotely near the Canteen, she could already tell that there were quite a few people there, something that she was immediately uncomfortable with. She didn't do well with people, especially since she couldn't help but read their thoughts without even meaning to, which usually only highlighted not only their own insecurities, but her own.

As she stepped in, a floating, sleeping Sloth in tow behind her, she seemed to scan the room, before her head turned in the direction of the bartender, Luke, and stopped. Sloth continued to float a little and even bumped the top of his head against her back before finally coming to a halt, but she didn't seem to notice. She was focused solely on Luke, or at least it seemed she was. It was hard to tell, given the curtain of dark, green-tinged hair that covered her face.

~Hold on...~ she murmured telepathically, her mental voice clearly taken aback.

Alright, for the six of you, I'm going to have to ask, given Envy's power set as well as her general shtick, to PM me the various self-doubts, insecurities, and other things that would generally fall under Jealousy and Envy, to me regarding the following characters: Violet, for Diablo, Luke for Blue Rocker, Alashi for Blue Crimson, Titania La Fey for The Meh Kingdom, Diana for The Silence, and Selena for Orinon.

Now, I know this sounds highly invasive, and it kind of is. However, I never really thought Envy's power set through when I made her, and I feel the need to at least attempt to stick with it for the moment. Now, if your character happens to have some sort of powerful mental barrier that would keep a particularly strong telepath from being able to tell those various insecurities and envies, I'll understand. If they don't have one of those, but you still really, really don't want to share that sort of thing with me? That's fine too, I'll just say that Envy was kind of distracted and overlooked your character. But if you're willing to indulge me for this, awesome.

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Katya's Quarters
"I'm gonna be sick. But it... Was worth it..."
Farber

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While Katya was busy in a pocket dimension with a pair of strange time-travelers, or dimension hoppers, or some combination of the two, her room was oddly occupied in her absence. Atop her bed was the large crate that had held the Japan Crates she had ordered. A large portion of which, some dastardly stowaway had eaten in a fit of sugar-fueled gluttony. And strewn around it, both on the bed and on the floor of her cabin, were the empty Japan Crates, along with a plethora of other boxes, wrappers, and bags, all for the sweets that would have been inside said Japan Crates.

But the wooden box wasn't empty. At the bottom lay a small, groaning little boy that clutched at his stomach. Chocolate and other sugary substances coated his face around his mouth, and his eyes were closed as he felt another uncomfortable gurgle in his belly.

Not too long ago, Farber had managed to find his way back to the room he had run out of hours earlier, and finished what he had started. He had, single-handed, eaten every last piece of candy from the shipping crate. Really, it was impressive, especially given the sheer volume of Japanese Treats compared to his small, lithe, eight-year-old frame. His stomach was feeling more than a little bloated, his teeth ached, and his head was spinning a little as he came off the sugar-high. The young Ish was also probably going to throw up before too much longer. But, he thought as he drifted to sleep, it was well worth it.

Kalastryn · Oct 4, 2016

Diablo1099 said:
This guy helped with this and stuff. Yay teamwork!

World Marshall Secure Location: Anomalous Materials [http://img00.deviantart.net/f187/i/2012/052/e/0/science_by_mikrob-d4qgzfi.jpg]
ARES | Viscus | Dimitri | M. Lab Tech

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[color=grey][60 seconds remaining][/color]

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While being further questioned, examined, and watched by the M. Lab Tech and the one cyborg security attendant that refused to pay less than full attention to ARES every move, there was a... pleasant surprise that ARES found. Well, I say "found" but it was really hand delivered. ARES' antivirus was momentarily triggered, but was given a green light as the SPRITE Dimitri had sent entered her system with very welcome news... the message Dimitri had sent steadily crawled across her vision, hardly the sole reminder at the moment that she is a machine. The received message was like the bar at the bottom of many news outlet's coverage, zipping by information while everything else remained visible. Rescue was already on it's way? Oh, that was excellent, now just to think... actually... she would learn very soon enough what Dimitri meant by Viscus being "Problematic..."

Dimitri had been most useful as Viscus waited for the lab's security measures went down, his AI avatar cracking his neck slightly as he prepared to channel all the anger, all the frustration that humanity had caused him.
For months, he rotted as MITs spam filter, watching those under-educated students look up "Dank Memes" as well as attempt to undo his hard work.
He could see them there now, looking up porn in class and mocking him when he was forced to block it off.
But now, He would have his reven-

*You got mail!*

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[color=grey][........Has to ruin everything, doesn't he?][/color]

The AI groaned to himself, already knowing what the contents of the email contained.
Well, there was little he could do about it, he was just going to have the make the most out of the situation he had been given.

The M. Lab Tech took his notes while ARES spoke when suddenly all the lights in the lab began to flicker.
With the security measures offline, Viscus was able to have his way with their protocols, shutting off all connected devices en mass.
The PA system then flared to live as a simple message was delivered:

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[Attention all Lab Personnel. Your security has been shut down. 60 seconds after the end of this announcement, all lab equipment, including research subjects, will be under the control of *I*, Viscus. Use this time to surrender yourselves and no harm will befall you. Any attempt to resist will be deemed as a hostile action and will be met with a hostile response. If you wish to resist, then take this time I have given you to communicate with loved ones and other targets of your affection before your timely demise. The countdown starts...now.]

Right on cue, every screen in the lab was turned on and all of them had a blood-red timer that slowly ticked down from 60, right as every single technician and guard in the lab began to panic.
Before the timer started however, he sent out another email to ARES with a simple statement:

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[I will be active in 60 seconds. Use this time how you see fit. If anyone resists, they will be marked for termination and will be annihilated at the end of timer. These people will not be missed, so don't feel bad if *Accidents* happen.]

ARES read this loud and clear, and it became abundantly clear just who Dimitri was talking about. She was half tempted to message Dimitri back and berate him for opening a channel to her for someone who, last they contacted each other, implanted and executed a logic bomb that froze her every joint for a rather hefty amount of time... but, that could wait. Beggar's cannot be choosers and in her situation, all the help she could get was needed.

The dropped EM field felt strange, but not unwelcome to ARES. Imagine carrying an 80 pound weight on each shoulder, and a back-brace. Also, flexible rods along your arms and legs, making movement possible but not quite simple. Now imagine shedding all that weight, all those restraints at once, with next to no passage of time between. Of course, she was still collared, but something told her that with her cohort's work in disabling the EM field, it wasn't going to be an issue.

Hm... actually, she had an idea for how to get rid of it here and now. First, she activated her reflective plating and tampered with her collar. Not in such a method that she was looking to pry it off, but as an ivory, pearlescent fluid seeped out of her pores and formed a casing over her body and armor, hardening wherever one source of the flow met another until she was encased in an oily, semi hard film-like substance. Why you ask? Well, because she was going to remove her collar the hard way, and it would of course explode. For any of you unfamiliar with explosives, the way the collar exploded was perceived by ARES to be in the way of a fragmentation grenade (frag). Fragmentation grenades, though possessing limited incendiary potential from the initial blast, were not like a Molotov cocktail in choice of thrown volatile weapons. Their main source of damage came from two factors. The sheer force of the blast, and most importantly the shrapnel (the fragments of the explosive casing each serving as a fast moving projectile, hence the name "Fragmentation" grenade.) In ARES' current form, luckily, she was literally made to withstand tremendous force. The concussive force from explosives has been documented to cause such internal organ damage that in World War two, there were many casualties in Britain of people who had no surface injuries whatsoever. The culprit was discovered in autopsy as for these people the force of the dropped bombs- though spared the intended shrapnel, had ruptured their internal organs.

Why was this an important detail? Well, thankfully ARES- with a little help from the temporary defensive module activated above, (and the lack of internal organs to damage) would be save from the concussion of the blast. However, her intention was to have the collar blow itself apart while attached to her neck, the reflective plating causing all the shrapnel from the blast- including that which would tear itself through her neck, head, and god knows where else- to be reflected outwards.

Rending at her collar with all the strength in her right hand, sure enough, the blast sent shards of metal ricocheting off the enclosed walls and digging into the flesh of whoever was so unlucky to be in the vicinity and unprotected.

Replying to Viscus as she set about regaining the lost equipment from the lab enclosed by Dimitri, beginning of course with her own weaponry and Dimitri's tablet, she sent the following.

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[color=orchid][Allow me to preface this message with the following: I do not like you. I'm sure the feeling is mutual, and it goes without saying. After all, you did assist in my detainment at MIT, and I shall say the following- being programmed to be receptive to pain, I fully understand most Users' aversion to it. It was [b]excruciating[/b] when you placed my body on lockdown. For a brief time, I felt a great sympathy towards AM. Whether or not that reference is lost upon you, let it be known that I am a... reasonable machine. I would be hard pressed to decline any aid you so choose to offer. That said as we'll be cooperating for the time being, I have a proposal for you provided that your current... "administrator" would allow. You are currently stored within the same tablet as AI Dimitri when not providing much appreciated technological discord no? Well, being stored inside a technological brick is a hefty restraint. Seeing as how a secured connection to my systems has been established, I would temporarily offer you storage within my own hard drive should the need to tactically retreat from the network arise. Note however: if this offer is to be necessitated and followed through, I will know every action you take within, and any act of sabotage will result in either deletion or expulsion back into the tablet with Dimitri, whom I presume would be less than enthusiastic about such an attempt himself.][/color]

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 [Make no error, this would not be freedom, nor permanent relocation. You would merely be trading one pair of shackles for another during this time. Though, the offer stands as my available data- while not only for your expenditure- may offer said bindings a much greater potential range. I repeat what I said at the beginning, this does not make us "friends." I only offer this in furtherance of our combined efforts.]

NotYetForsaken · Oct 6, 2016

Misunderstood Intentions
Location: Hangar Array | Rising Dawn
Some nightmares are best held close to the heart.

Naamah, the Exiled

Naamah woke to the sound of Rory's voice. Her dreams had been both bitter and sweet. Her mouth felt try and her arms and legs cold, so she held herself closer to Rory's beating heart. Her scarf reared its head and gazed around.

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"Naamah has awoken."

Fatima said slowly and clearly. Her body shimmered with the light of stars; it turned green, then blue, then red and yellow before finally settling on a brilliant white. "And coincidentally Fatima hath returned from her journey."

There was a brief pause as the little girl in Rory's arms and her black scarf addressed each other as separate entities.

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"Our best kept secret has been undone by sheer coincidence."

"Yes indeed," Naamah cooed as she closed her eyes. Her thick eyelashes seem to float in the gentle breeze flowing in from the gaping hanger doors, "How did Siddhartha respond to your summons?"

Fatima settled her head on top of Naamah's head, it's singular green eye stared at Rory.

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"I was unable to contact Siddhartha. As far as I am able to tell, Siddhartha has not been in the general cluster of planes for a long time."

"And Siddhartha's retainers?"

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"Exiled, each and every one."

"That is most perturbing, yes indeed." Naamah opened her eyes, now glimmering with a vibrant green. Her most powerful skill, Sacred Sepulcher had been restored to her alongside the other half of her personality.

There was another brief pause.

"You told her of Rehoboam, my most shameful son?" Naamah seemed somewhat annoyed.

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"I spoke only of good things. Of his childhood. I had kept my eyes away from that dark time immediately before you had chanced upon me deep in the desert."

"Yes indeed, yes indeed."

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"I will now take my leave, Naamah, to deal with the meddling of that Fairy Queen."

Fatima lay her head against Naamah's breast and turned dark. Naamah suddenly perked up, full of that childlike energy she embodied during her initial awakening some hours ago.

"YES INDEED, YES INDEED!" Naamah screamed, suddenly pulling Rory into a tight embrace. "Love is so sweet, yes indeed! Hearts intertwined, locked together, beating as one! Humanity is born to love for self and for others! Yes ineed!"

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Homelands

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lucieon's story

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"There's always someone familiar no matter where you go."

Lucieon hated traveling through the aberrant darkness between worlds. He dared not blink, breathe, nor even allow his eyes to stray from his goal lest he suddenly fall prey to the countless swirling, hateful, souls that clawed for his demise. In his line of work he had made many enemies, quite literally at times too. By his hands hundreds of innocents had died, and through his actions thousands more. Several dozens of those were monsters he had created sewing the souls and bodies of girls together to form a twisted physical monstrosity he had called corporeal despair.

His mind wandered to the carnal thrill of working with young nubile flesh of budding girls. He grinned.

And that's how he got immediately lost.

When he had noticed his momentary lapse of focus, he had already strayed into some sort of strange pocket dimension. His feet were no longer planted on the formless ground he had conjured to assist him with traveling back to his home plane. He was just floating... the world around him was empty and coarse. As if this was a world created haphazardly by some sort of bored Planeswalker and then forgotten immediately.

"Tch," he swung his catalyst over his shoulder and let his cape billow behind him dramatically, "could this be the work of that damned Fairy Queen?" He had recently fallen out with Titania and her ideas of a peaceful resolution. The fight for control of the worlds BlackHarte pined for was already over. He had won. That ephemeral, infallible, but ultimately harmless eldritch beast had won. Before Lucieon and his group could even summon a more powerful Observer from a parallel world, BlackHarte had closed off the bubble that kept his version of these worlds from the possibilities of his own defeat. Indeed, in these timelines there were literally none where BlackHarte could conceivably lose. They were trapped in a labyrinth now. Though why he didn't just destroy all of the other Observers was beyond Lucieon's own malevolent reasoning.

Then a couple of pieces of stray ammunition struck the sorcerer in the face.

"Ex-excuse me!?"

Indeed there were three others in this minuscule pocket-world they had been stuck in.

He ground his foot into the absent earth. Of all people. Katya Rastikova and that blasted nanomachine colony of hers was here too! He might as well have stumbled into BlackHarte's own damned understudy. Perhaps this was the great monster's doing after all. With her were to foreigners, not in the sense that they had non-American accents, but that they reeked of an alternate plane. The very way they held themselves, the look in their eye, and the way that they moved. They were from a plane that was well versed in conflict. Not unlike his own home. Lucieon grit his teeth. It wasn't like him to be nostalgic.

He landed on the un-ground between Katya, Antoinette, and Benedict, his cloak whipping in the non-existent wind. He combed his hair back with his hand and titled his head back as he addressed the group with his best 'menacing' voice.

"Mortal men and women should not frequent planes like this, you might get lost forever you know."

bluerocker · Oct 6, 2016

TheMehKingdom said:
This person wrote a lot for the briefing, kudos to them

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Luke, despite being quietly belittled by his daughter earlier on, was taking the turn of events in stride. Based on what she said, returning had brought herself and a couple other reinforcements on the ship, so that was a step in the right direction. Though, Luke couldn't help but feel a little jealous - were it his way, he'd already be down on the ground and fixing this mess, no angry fathers or sarcastic children to snap at his heels. Didn't they understand the nature of his position? One does not uphold a duty as he did without a few nasty consequences under the way, and the LAST thing he needed was another guilt trip; especially everything was going out of its way to try and blow his cover, be it the woman with the book, or the Vices showing up in the ashes of Denver-

Wait, what in the Seven Hells started that line of thought? Now wasn't the time to be thinking about any of this. He was under "active duty" as Luke. Something was touching his mind. He wasn't paying attention and something got in, but, Lucifer - no, Luke, he needed to remain Luke right now - for her, he needed to remain Luke and keep calm. The only thing that could have gotten into his mind would have to mean someone new had appeared on the Dawn and didn't have a sense of manners. But even so, he should have had a relative awareness if someone was trying to invade his mind with magic or charms or psionics; for something so insidiously have gathered that much in that little of a span of time only mean-

Luke's gaze snapped to the entrance of the Canteen, his eyes locking with a girl with green hair, a burly figure floating behind her. A shudder ran up the bartender's back, realization kicking in about who exactly walked in. His brows furrowed, and it took every fibre of the bartender's being to not snarl, worry being replaced with white hot anger. His thoughts hissed [color=eca222]"Invidia!"[/color] to the interloper, his "voice" sounding more than simply "indignant". No, he was furious; his mind was easily invaded and his cover was hanging by a thread yet again-

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

Oh good, some reprieve and progress. With a pointed *AHEM*, Luke tried to call the attention of some of the more "active" members of the crew, and said [color=eca222]"As entertaining as it all is, I think some of you may be a bit more interested in the briefing?"[/color] He punctuated this to Alashi by giving her a knowing look before his gaze returned back to the girl with green hair, his thoughts pointedly addressing, [color=eca222]"I am in no mood for your games. Why are you here?"[/color]

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Co-DM Post: Activate! Form of - plot movement via exposition!

[HEADING=2]If you are interested in the rescue mission, look here[/HEADING]

As Angelus waited for the group to gather, she took note of the military human and her small detachment that had arrived, particularly her... Zealous attitude towards the turn of events. It was almost reminiscent of her Caim, to the dragon's amusement. However, if she was to be one in charge of strategic arrangements, the dragon saw it fit to give the Major a quick prod in the right direction, her voice rumbling whilst clad in her larger form,
"Major, a word?"

[color=49453a]"Hmn?"[/color]

"You are aware this is a rescue mission, yes?"

[color=49453a]"There are... prisoners?"[/color]

"Yes. We have been discussing it up to this point. However, I can forgive the misconstruction on account of arriving late to the conversation."

[color=49453a]"That changes little, but know that it is duly noted,"[/color] the Major stepped away, heels clicking against the hard floor. Her angels followed closely behind her.

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After gathering the group, a disruption by a young winged woman with two men in tow[footnote]Furiae, Hien, and Blade have been moved to the Dawn's Med Bay. I'm sorry, I had no other way to properly integrate them back without disrupting the plot stuff.[/footnote] and Major Rhodes being gently reminded that this was a search and rescue mission, as opposed to a pure and simple vengeance (though the two just so happened to align nicely), the Major gathered the group around a projection screen while one of the few competent G-Corp grunts manned a simple PowerPoint.

Her angels were lined three to a side on the small elevated stage. Rhodes stood in the center, her coat whipping around her in the fierce high-altitude winds. She drew herself to her full height and pulled tight the belt that held her coat around her chest. She closed her eyes and cleared her throat. And then when she spoke, her voice drowned even the roar of the sky.

[color=49453a]"Attention!"[/color] she bellowed. The rest of the world seem to honor her with a revered silence. The Major spun on her heel and slammed her hand onto the projection of the wall behind her. Her eyes were inhumanly fierce. [color=49453a]"I am Major Rhodes Selmy of the United States Air Force! I am now in charge of this operation since your commanding officers are incompetent!"[/color]

[color=49453a]"As I have been told! Your people have been captured! And despite that fact, you are all safe! Floating in this flying fortress of yours! Have you no duty to those who protect you!? Bear you no weight of guilt?" The Major paused and turned around to look at the PowerPoint slide. Her raised her chin high, and let her long hair drape down behind her. "Nonetheless, you will be redeeming your honor."[/color]

The slide clicked. The Major turned back toward her audience. [color=49453a]"FIRST! You will destroy their anti-air systems! The enemy has interceptors and ground mounted anti-air weapons. Obliterate them with extreme prejudice! Let them know the despair that befell Babylon, let them feel the very fires of heaven! Your lives are your best weapons, do not be afraid to use them, for this is the crux of our operation!"[/color]

The slide clicked again.

[color=49453a]"After our airspace is secured, the Rising Dawn will deploy our combat forces through the use of the old air to ground living payload system! You call them drop pods, but that is a name not indicative of the bravery of those who are held within. Those of you part of this team will be the Deliverance for your sins! And the absolution of those aboard! You will restore the honor of the Rising Dawn! Your compatriots are held deep below the earth and the Deliverance engines will place you as deep as possible, but from there you will need to find and secure those that have been captured, retrieve them, and return them to safety!"[/color] the Major pulled out her pistol and held it high above her head. [color=49453a]"Lethal force is not only authorized, but encouraged! Leave none witness to your fury![/color]

At last the Major let her coat slip off her shoulders. She reached deep within her coat and cast out to the wind a shower of white-gold iris'. She let her coat crumple to the floor as the flowers swept around her, the stage, and the audience like a blizzard. [color=49453a]"Then at last, all non-extraction personnel will converge at the missile silos and we will end their livelihoods. This will be their end, and we will be the witness to their funeral!"[/color]

The Major took off her beret and tossed it to an angel. She buckled her belt and pulled a tight vest over herself. [color=49453a]"This is your time, Rising Dawn, G-Corp, Heroes. Put on your best face. Failure is not an option."[/color]

[HEADING=2]GIVE 'EM HELL, HEROES![/HEADING]

Alrighty kids, rescue time~! Time to split the party into three groups (Do tell us your position in chat and we'll allocate accordingly.

Team 1 - Anti Anti Air. Best suited for flyers and/or people with great range, you'll be taking down the stuff that will try to blow the Dawn out of the sky. You will also be joining group three after your mission is done.

Team 2 - Extraction. These will be the people going into the prison directly in order to get our homies out. Will launch after Team 1 finishes their primary mission.

Team 3 - Missile Cleanup. After Team 1 finishes up with the Anti-Air, you will join them to get rid of World Marshell's nasty missile supply. You know, the ones that hit you in Denver? Those.

Generic NPC 22 · Oct 7, 2016

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The Detention Area had erupted into chaos as the imprisoned Rising Dawn Crew Members attempted their break out. It was both a fortunate and unfortunate thing that their escapades had not gone unnoticed. It was a fortunate thing since the actions of the imprisoned crew members had encouraged the other detainees throughout the underground prison to execute their own escape plans, causing the World Marshall's armed guards to spread themselves thin. It was an unfortunate thing as the actions of the crew had drawn the attention of FULGORE.

The mechanican man cocked[footnote]Katya: HAHA! COCK![/footnote] his head to the side, as if puzzled by the sudden shift in the battle between himself and the fiery Bride of Ash. By rights, the woman should have been face down on the floor coughing up bits of teeth and blood but the sudden appearance of the Iron Queen's Knight, Raime the Fume Knight, had taken the robotic warrior by surprise and that surprise had cost FULGORE dearly. Straightening himself up, the Warden of the Detention Facility eyed the Great Black Figure and his mistress[footnote]Katya: HOLY SHIT! I didn't know Nadalia was into BDSM! ~Starts hacking into Nadalia's Room's Security Cams~[/footnote]. Moving his feet from the twin trenches that had been carved into the concrete floor during his maneuvers to stop his backwards flight, the energy blade wielding death machine appeared to hesitate as its on board tactical system took stock of the situation.

FULGORE Status said:
Armor: 32%
Energy: 40%
Cloaking Field: Damaged

Tactical Status: Calculating... please stand by...

Despite the dire looking report, the man in the suit was sure that if he was able to knock out the one armed Bride of Ash, the dark knight would disappear. Of course, a positive outcome was also contingent on whether or not he could disable Nadalia before the other members of the Rising Dawn took action. If he took too long, he would be faced with an encounter with only a minimal chance of victory, unless they did the polite thing and formed a queue to face him in one on one combat. As FULGORE stood there weighing his options, fate seemed to intervene, though it shouldn't have been unexpected seeing as it had happened before... the fire suppression system that had soaked Nadalia earlier erupted once again, this time with a vengeance.

It is worth noting that the second activation of the fire suppression system was a sign that the World Marshall took the safety and security of its detainees quite seriously. The detainees were given relatively clean and sterile cells that held gas mixtures comparable to their home worlds. Any detainee that was injured was given top notch medical treatment. For the most part, the detainees were as well treated as they could be, up until they were taken off to the vivisection and interrogation rooms[footnote]Katya: What happens in the vivisection room stays in the vivisection rooms![/footnote].

It was also worth noting that the sudden downpour had two effects which affected FULGORE's decision. The first was the negation of the cloaking field that had caused Nadalia so much trouble. The second was effect was quite obvious to anyone who had taken an elementary school level earth sciences course and learns about what happens when water is heated past 100 degrees Celcius. It was as if someone had thrown a lit smoke bomb into the corridor only instead of smoke, the corridor was filled with vision obscuring steam (even the guards using Heat Sensors would have been hard pressed to see anyone in the heated water vapor).

Having updated the environmental variables, FULGORE determined that the situation was not completely out of hand and there was only a minimal possibility that he would emerge victorious in this situation. Granted, he could have assaulted the crew of the Rising Dawn while they were also disoriented and disabled a few of them but there was a high probabilty that he would still lose. It appeared the best move would be to retreat, repair, rearm and force the crew to come to him while they were relatively unarmed. To make this possible, a distraction would have to be implemented and the World Marshall had made sure that in the event of a riot in the detention area, there were contingencies. Accessing a panel on the side of the wall, FULGORE activated the Heuristic Entanglement and Neutralization Tactical Artificial Intelligence Units[footnote]Katya: HENTAI Units? Did you just fucking make up an acronym for HENTAI? What's next.. tentacles?[/footnote].

Code:

Attention Detainees:  Head back to your cells in a calm and peaceful fashion!  Comply now or force will be used!

As the automated message was repeated for Detention Block A, a row of walls slid open and a horde of the HENTAI Units were deployed. Propelled by a singular, gyroscopically balanced wheel, the guard bots were outfitted with light armor as well as a pair of whip-like appendages[footnote]Katya: I knew it!! Tentacles![/footnote]. Seeing the Fume Knight, a trio of the roboguards lashed out with their arms, binding Raime's arms and legs.

Turning around, FULGORE entered the Armory...

GM Notes: said:
Thanks to Nadalia's Fiery Hotness and her (possibly) planned creation of a smoke screen, FULGORE has exited the detention block to repair (and upgrade) himself. For now, there are a number of the HENTAI Units roaming about attempting to capture the prisoners and throw them back in their cells. Additionally there are still less than a dozen armed guards attacking the crew.

You all have free reign as to how you complete this scene. Be as creative and descriptive as you'd like

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Escapist Avatar Adventures | Undisclosed Location | Detention Area
Pre and Post ARES Blast!
ARES-35 | Dimitri | Viscus

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As far as first days on the job went, Gunnery Sargent Percival Ross' first day on the job was probably up there as far as being the worst on record. If the reports that he was receiving from the other sectors was correct, the facility in danger of being totally overrun by the terroristic detainees. Rubbing his temples, he noted that an updated report showed that there was now a great big spherical voice where Detention Section Q had been, meaning that the reality benders had slipped their control collars and warped that section of the prison to God only knows where. Despite this he and his men were determined to ensure that the detainees in Sector A did not get past his checkpoint.

"Eyes up!" The Gunnery Sargent ordered as he heard a heavy set of boots approaching. The 7 other soldiers in his squad already had their weapons trained at the door, waiting for whomever was approaching to appear.

"Hold fire!" The squad leader ordered when he saw that the person who appeared was none other than the Head of the Detention center, FULGORE, who was looking like he'd decided to break up a fight between a bear and a tank, "Sir! Glad to see you're safe! The situation in the... sir?"

It appeared that Mister GORE was in no mood to listen to a status update as he promptly ignored the Sargent and went over to the repair station, a metal and glass cylinder used to repair the various automated drones used in the facility. Activating the machine, the station powered on an a door slid open, revealing a host of repair tools.

"

Code:

Hold this position...

" The Cybernetic Commander ordered as he got into the chamber.

"S... sir?" Sargent Percy stammered, realizing that it was too late then the door to the station slammed shut. Regardless of how rude the man was, orders were orders. Turning to his comrades, the Bulldog of Sector A started barking, grabbing a rather wicked looking assault rifle from the experimental weapons shelf as he did [footnote]Katya: HEY THAT LOOKS LIKE THE ONE I JUST GOT! HEY THAT IS THE ONE THAT I JUST GOT! HOW ... ohhh... right... this takes place before I get it.[/footnote]"ALRIGHT! YOU HEARD THE MAN! NO ONE GETS PAST US! ARE WE CL..."

BABOOOOOOOM! Went ARES-35's control collar, sending shrapnel into the room.

"Mother fucker...." Sargent Ross and his ringing ears cursed the designer of the detention center's choice for solid metal walls. Picking himself off the ground, he noticed that a container had been knocked off of a shelf by the blast... well there were many containers that had been knocked off the shelf but this one was special due to the fact that is had landed next to the the repair station and was leaking a foul looking ooze into the machine's base. This was the least of his concerns as his eyes registered movement near the epicenter of the blast. Creeping up, the man with the assault rifle paused to check on Private Lafferty, cursing silently when he he was unable to find her pulse. He had very little time to react to the woman's death however as he was soon puzzled by the fact that there was a woman standing where the blast had been, a woman who should have been splattered all over the walls. Was she one of them? Probably.

"FREEZE!" The Sargent called out to the armored woman, his finger hovering over the trigger, "GET DOWN ON THE GROUND OR I WILL PUT YOU DOWN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU GET IN HERE? HOW IN THE HELL ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?"

All very good questions, ARES. How will you respond?

GM Notes: said:
FULGORE has entered the repair station. At this point the ARES and the A.I.s are free to do whatever they choose. They can engage in conversation with the Sargent or kill him, his 5 remaining men and the reinforcements that will soon arrive. Feel free to make up any small talk for the Sargent, he's a fairly generic NPC that believes he's detaining dangerous super powered individuals... and no... he doesn't watch much TV otherwise he'd know about ARES.

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Kalastryn · Oct 7, 2016

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Escapist Avatar Adventures | Undisclosed Location | Detention Area
Post ARES Blast!
ARES-35 | Dimitri | Viscus

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BABOOOOOOOM! Went ARES-35's control collar, sending shrapnel into the room.

"FREEZE!" The Sargent called out to the armored woman, his finger hovering over the trigger, "GET DOWN ON THE GROUND OR I WILL PUT YOU DOWN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? HOW IN THE HELL DID YOU GET IN HERE? HOW IN THE HELL ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?"

All very good questions, ARES. How will you respond?

ARES cracked her neck, not really flinching at the Seargant's threats, though she certainly did answer his questions while cracking her knuckles at the same time, still covered in a pearlescent white coating of hardening fluids which cracked and crumbled away at her neck and shoulders from the blast.

"Ah, right... more questions. What I was doing here was being questioned and examined by your lab personnel. What I am doing here is getting out of here. As for how I got here in the first place, your coworkers wheeled me here upon my detainment where they began examining me. This involved removing both my arms and my legs, asking me questions, and re-attaching them... which wasn't smart on their part. As for "how the hell I'm still alive" I'm not human, if that hasn't come across." she said, before leveling a threat of her own.

"I've had a day, sir. First of all me and my cohorts have spent almost this entire week trying to prevent the efforts of "M. Bison-" disguised as politician Vincent Vega from using his psionic power to brainwash the masses and become president of the united states, launching an orbital strike weapon to orbit the earth and assume total control of everything. You're probably aware of it, it's been all over the news. Beneath MIT was a weapon development lab where they were shipping the parts to NASA to be assembled, Black Mesa was being run by a man named "Albert Wesker" under an alias, and our assault to retrieve that man alive was successful. Earlier today we were just about to complete our work and get out of your hair when you had to step in, detain us, and so forth."

Energetic, electrically crackling beams of energy extended from ARES' wrists as she continued. "That all said, two of our allied AI units have wrested control of your network, so I do hope you weren't overly reliant on your security measures. In roughly... 30 seconds at this point, one of our AI units will activate and wreak havoc on them, probably even turning them against you. I've spent the last couple of hours dismembered, unable to feel my arms and legs. Now, if you were a smart man, you would put your weapon down before you get to know the feeling." I don't want to do anything drastic... but I will. So if you value your life, you'll stay out of my way." She announced, before moving to collect the equipment listed in the text file Dimitri had sent. Of course, she was more than prepared to back up her threat, but...

This all felt... off, to ARES. She'd been programmed with all her ordinance to protect people. Most of that programming went haywire at Black Mesa, but at the same time that simply meant she had to evaluate the situation for herself all the time. The Sergeant in front of her wasn't the only thing in the situation. She did just kill somebody breaking free. Shit, there's been more than a couple of bodies behind her just over the past couple days. In such a regard, she did realize that acting this way is what made it easy for Bison to paint them in a negative way.

...

"I've answered your questions, now let me ask one of my own. Would you be willing to cut a deal here? It's a really simple proposition. You stay out of our way, and make sure I'm not shot in the next 5 or so minutes, and I'll show you exactly how advanced I am medically. Tell everyone who actually listens to you to stand down, or at very least let me by unscathed... and I'll resuscitate your friend there. I didn't really mean for anyone to be specifically harmed as I broke out of that collar, but that said I'd not be opposed to maintaining that neutral stance."

Here's the jist of what ARES is saying, since Sarge basically has the choice here, ARES can either:

1. If Sarge gets reckless and shoots the currently bullet reflecting mech-woman, she'll kill him.
2. If he stays out of her way, he can just cower in the corner while reinforcements arrive and she picks up everyone's gear.
3. He gives her 5-10 minutes at the least where said reinforcements aren't going to get in her way either, she'll change into her biotech frame and try to help the dead/dying private to her feet.

GM choice.

Kalastryn · Oct 7, 2016

TheMehKingdom said:
This person wrote a lot for the briefing, kudos to them

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[HEADING=2]GIVE 'EM HELL, HEROES![/HEADING]

"No need to tell me twice." Kala replied, rising to her feet after bearing witness to the... "enthusiasm" of Major Rhodes during the briefing.

When she had first arrived back on the airship, she simply assumed she was early. She was going to go to the canteen, R&R for a little bit while everyone else arrived and plans were made to recover their failings but that was clearly not the case. Her allies, her friends being held captive weren't going to wait another minute. She shifted into her vampire form and practically inhaled down the potion Slindis had given her. She wasn't unfamiliar with the concoction. It was a potion made to impart a massive amount of negative energy on whoever imbibed it. For anyone alive then this would be a more efficient method of execution than hemlock ever was. For the undead it might as well have been a curative elixir of legend. Her leg, having healed somewhat during the fuster-cluck of combat scenarios in Denver looked now like it wasn't ever hurt to begin with. The holes in her wings which she bandaged over were completely restored, and all in all, she felt great physically. Mentally, she was a nervous wreck. She had been held hostage by Bison just a little while ago, though if she were to guess, Armstrong's "accommodations" would be even worse. She didn't have room to misstep, and as much as she wanted to break into their location and get them out personally, she had to swallow her pride and admit she would be useful elsewhere.

"I'm nimble enough in the air to get the attention of their anti-air units and survive. You want to give them hell? Very well. I'll rain everything I have upon them, fire, lightning, death itself. As soon as we're set to go, they'll regret being here today. Whenever you're all ready." she nodded with resolve.

bluerocker · Oct 7, 2016

Reposting because it's going to become relevant soon-ish. Teri and Caim have been unable to change their allocations as of the plot, but these serve as a refresher for what they have/had available prior to capture. (That and I just put them both in the same place for book keeping on my part.)

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

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

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

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

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

2nd Level Spells
Domain Spell: Cure Moderate Wounds: Cures 2d8 points of damage +1 point per caster level (maximum +10).
Bull's Strength: Subject gains +4 to Str for 1 min./level.
Frost Weapon: Weapon gains the frost special ability +1d6 cold damage. [NL]
Healing Lorecall: [https://dndtools.net/spells/spell-compendium--86/healing-lorecall--4689/] Using Healing spells removes additional conditions with this buff in place.
Remove Paralysis: Frees one or more creatures from paralysis or slow effect.

3rd Level Spells
Domain Spell: Cure Serious Wounds: Cures 3d8 damage +1/level (max +15).
Aura of Cold, Lesser: Intense cold does 1d6 damage to enemies within 5 ft of caster. [NL]
Mass Lesser Vigor [https://dnd.arkalseif.info/spells/spell-compendium--86/vigor-mass-lesser--4729/]: Gives a minor regen effect to up to 4 creatures at once (1 creature/2 caster levels).
Remove Blindness/Deafness: Fixes damage to eyes or ear, magic or mundane. Won't give you back an eye if you poke it out.
Shivering Touch: Touch deals 3d6 Dexterity damage; robbing them of mobility. Depending upon how well this is rolled, it can paralyze.

4th Level Spells
Domain Spell: Control Water: Raises or lowers bodies of water.
Panacea [http://alcyius.com/dndtools/spells/spell-compendium--86/panacea--4118/index.html]: Heals a variety of conditions, as well cures 1d8 points of damage + 1 point per caster level (maximum +20).
Summon Monster 4: Can summon a Lantern Archon, Celestial Giant Owl, Celestial Giant Eagle, Celestial Lion or a mephit of some kind (that is not evil aligned)

Additonal note: Teri can use a Reppuken [http://www.fightersgeneration.com/nx9/char/cvs2/rugal/a/special/rugal-cvs2-projectile1.gif] (a ground bound projectile) from level 1 and higher, and costs 12 seconds of recharge after it's use; or a Kaiser Wave [http://www.fightersgeneration.com/nx9/char/cvs2/rugal/a/special/rugal-cvs2-projectile3.gif] (large aerial projectile), from Level 4 and higher, and costs 24 seconds of recharge after use.

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