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

[NotYetForsaken]

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Maiden's Wish

side story

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"Never ask for anything, but desire everything."​

The bottom floor of the Citadel housed the administration offices for the entire operation. The atmosphere was oppressive and sterile. The staff here were Yona's own hand-picked soldiers. Whatever they lacked in charisma, they made up in single-minded devotion to her and her cause. Yona herself had been tending to her prayers when the message came in. She had picked up her idol and tucked it away into the time-worn leather bag she kept clipped to her belt. She ran her fingers over the leather and let her fingertips circle the stitched emblem of an eight-pointed star.

When Yona entered the room, the atmosphere crashed under the stifling pressure of her presence. The clack of her heels echoed through the silence of the offices, cutting off any of the conversations that dared to linger after she entered the room.

She was not intimidating nor was she fierce. Instead the unease lingered around her like an aura, caught in the strangeness of her nature. Yona approached the man named David West.

Colonel Isami was beautiful, there was no other way to describe it. Her hair was copper-brown worn down to the small of her back, her eyes a piercing sky-blue and her skin was fair. Her face was youthful, and her frame the same. She looked no older than her early twenties, perhaps even younger. But there was something off about her, there was a strangeness to her proportions. Her waist was too thin, her shoulders too narrow. Her head was small and her eyes were large. She had long legs and a short torso. Not to the point of disfigurement, but enough that it was a little off-putting how strangely stylized she was. She looked like what a figurine would look like if it was a living breathing person.

Yona put her foot down on the seat next to David's and leaned forward. Her white lab was draped over a grey military uniform. Her eyes were colder than steel, "You wanted to speak to me?"

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Cloudtop Citadel
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Cloudtop Citadel: David West, Cloudtop Citadel personnel

"...Hello to you too. David West, Agent of UNIT, Special Envoy to the Rising Dawn." David rattled off as he stood back up before looking at the Colonel.
While she was a looker, he knew better then to flirt with the chain of command, even before he became spoken for.
"We just got back from Denver and, while UNIT is going to pick up the people who caused that mess, they need to first smooth things over with the US Government. We kinda DID murder and arrest two of their presidential front-runners. So while they are getting that sorted out, I was thinking we might leave Bison, Wesker, Doom, Cortex and Bruiser here for safe-keeping. Just so they aren't stuck on board if we are pulled to some cyber-dimension or some shit." He then explained as he sized up the colonel, seeming a little put off having someone who looked ripped from some children's anime being in charge (Wasn't a sexism thing or something, he just wasn't a fan of young people being forced to make life or death calls)
"...So, think that can be arranged? It'd just be nice to get them out of our hair and UNIT should be able to pick them up within the week." The Irishman doubled down before pulling out his jacket flask and enjoying a quick swig, wiping off the top of it before offering her a drink.

 

[Sithmorack]

Fallout Universe | Zion National Park | Dead Horse Camp
[color=8a2c0f]"For many of us, the road is a difficult one, but the path is always there for us to follow, no matter how many times we may fall." [/color]
[color=8a2c0f]The Burned Man[/color]​

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They hadn't always seen eye to eye, in fact they usually didn't. He had been on a violent path for the majority of his life now and the man opposite from him believed in a different path than his own. This violent path had been tempered by his mistakes, time, and the man before him. The question that was asked mere moments ago made him uncomfortable to say the least. So as he adjusted the bandages wrapped around his arms he spoke, [color=8a2c0f]"a man has to live by god and decency with his fellow man to truly know himself. Despite this, a man must protect himself when provoked and put down a threat before it can rise to harm him and his fellows again. That is my answer."[/color]

Joshua hadn't always been so resolute in his beliefs and there was a time when even he had twisted the Lord's words into justifications for his evil deeds. Some of those deeds still haunted him to this day but he tried his best to learn from them and hoped that others would too. The question had been an interesting one but their conversation was coming to a close and he needed to get the Dead Horses packed up and moving back to their home. They were currently in the Dead Horse Camp located in the valley, nothing more than a cave really. [color=8a2c0f]"I'm sorry to cut our conversation short but there is work to be done."[/color] Graham had a deep respect for the man before him but their values and beliefs were simply too different. [color=8a2c0f]"God be with you,"[/color] Graham said as he nodded his head towards his visitor.

The man began to walk away but turned back and said, "Sure, and you're welcome for killing Caesar by the way." This caused Joshua to roll his eyes for a moment. The Courier did like to brag at times. There was always a certain respectable aura around those that are humble, or at least that's what he believed. It was only then he spotted the device on his desk. It looked like a strange gun with a glowing blue cylinder in it. It must have been the Courier's, he always did have strange weapons in his possession. He lifted the pistol like weapon off the table before examining it. He needed to return this as soon as possible. He was a man of God not a common thief though the Courier had already left the cave.

Graham was curious as to the devices nature and pointed it at one of the nearby targets in the small cave. As he pulled the trigger however, the device sparked. It began to shake violently in his hands as he muttered in a dark tone, [color=8a2c0f]"God be with you, Courier."[/color] His eyes widened and then closed shut tightly as a bright light engulfed his vision...
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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn| Random Hall?
[color=8a2c0f]Joshua Graham[/color]​

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Light slowly entered his vision as Graham awoke from whatever had happened to him. He was stomach down in a hallway he had never seen before. He did his best to shrug off this sluggishness before rising to his knees. He spotted the device laying a few feet away from him still sparking. He rolled his shoulders trying to get the stiffness out of them as he reached for the device only for it to begin sparking. His eyes widened once more in alarm as he quickly got to his shaky feet and stumbled backwards and away from the object. Only a few seconds later another bright light engulfed his vision and the device was gone along with a small section of the floor.

Well that was going to be a problem later on but for now he had a different problem. He had no idea where he was. The halls looked too sleek for any vault and way too long. He checked his person and felt his pistol right where it belonged. For now he'd just have to look around and hope there wasn't anyone hostile nearby. Of course in the Wasteland there's always someone out for your head. After another quick check to make sure he had everything else on hand, he turned towards one of the paths and began walking. A single quote came to his mind as he began traversing the halls. [color=8a2c0f]"Seek God's will and he will show you the path to take."[/color][hr]

Spoiler: The Burned Man

Spoiler: images

Name: Joshua Graham

Class: Savior

Title: The Burned Man, Malpais Legate

Quote: [color=8a2c0f] "I have been baptized twice, once in water, once in flame. I will carry the fire of the holy spirit inside until I stand before my Lord for judgement."[/color]

Age: Late 40's

Race: Human, Caucasian

Origin: Fallout New Vegas

Spoiler: Appearance

Clothing:

Physical Appearance: He stands at exactly 6 foot and has blue eyes. Graham suffers from burns on all parts of his body.

Spoiler: Weapons

Weapons:
Stimpaks. (Can't heal his burns but will heal bullet wounds)
45. Auto Submachine Gun.
"A Light Shining in Darkness." 45. Auto Pistol.
A handful of Frag grenades.

Spoiler: Powers

Powers:
Stalwart Faith: Through his undying convictions, Graham in this world has developed a resistance to dark magic/energies/and mind control.

Merciful Touch: Joshua is unaware how but since coming to this universe he has been able to heal the wounds of others by taking that pain unto himself. He feels the intense pain of when he was thrown off the Grand Canyon on Fire.

Protection From Evil: When Joshua concentrates upon his faith and ideals, his Stalwart Faith can create a barrier that wards off all attempts to possess, control, or enchant his mind. Likewise, if he creates the barrier before someone enters his personal space, it will keep all living creatures out.

Spoiler: Skills

Skills:
Legate's Endurance: Joshua Graham was born and raised in the wasteland. This already made him tougher than the average person but upon becoming a legate for Caesar he has endured pain unlike most men alive. This has given him strength to shrug off most injuries. If you want to take him down, you'll have to land the killing blow before he goes down.

Gun Maintenance: Graham can take apart and put most guns back together with ease.

CQC: Though he doesn't know the term, Joshua has had training in close quarters and is a tough opponent to take down hand to hand.

Ruthless: Joshua-during his years as Caesar's Legate-slowly had his morality distorted to the point he was above no crime. This has dulled during his more recent years but still remains somewhere inside him.

Leader: Joshua has led many troops into battle and while not a complete mastermind on the battlefield, he knows how to train and lead troops into battle.

Linguist: Graham is fluent in several languages across the Mojave.

Spoiler: S.P.E.C.I.A.L.

Strength: 6
Perception: 7
Endurance: 10
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 8
Luck: 5

Spoiler: Weaknesses

Weaknesses:
Haunted: Joshua is haunted by the memories of what he's done and his regrets. He does his best to endure but despite his best efforts it doesn't always work.

What is a Man to a God?: Graham is only human. He could never take any superhuman in a straight on fight.

Ruthless: If pushed to the edge, Graham has been known to revert back to his old ways and become a killing machine not above the most depraved acts of violence.

Spoiler: Backstory

Backstory:Joshua Graham was born in Ogden Utah (later known as New Canaan) where he was raised to do the work of a missionary. He left to spread the word of god to the wastes when he was young and eventually met with Bill Calhoun and Edward Sallow later known as Caesar. He was to be their translator for the tribes nearby before they were capture by a tribe. Edward trained the natives to fight and used them to conquer the tribes nearby making and Joshua became his first Legate.

Joshua went on to commit atrocities in the name of Edward now called Caesar. Graham was able to avoid multiple NCR Veteran Ranger hit squads and conquer multiple tribes and enemies. As he put it, his methods devolved and became more violent and depraved over time. He was eventually defeated at Hoover Dam and for his incompetence was covered in pitch, lit on fire, and thrown off the Grand Canyon as an example.

This didn't kill the man however as he rose up burns and all before leaving thus earning him the moniker' "The Burned Man." He evaded multiple assassins sent by Caesar before finding his way home to New Canaan. This "second baptism" left him with a new perspective as he tried to conquer his inner demons. His return was short lived however as Caesar sent the tribe called White Legs to raise Joshua's home town in return for entry in the Legion. The savages were successful and forced Joshua to flee from his burning home.

He then ran into another tribe called the Dead Horses. He trained this tribe in the ways of war and eventually became their War Chief before bringing the fight to the White Legs in defense of another tribe called the Sorrows. With the help of a courier known as Shawn or The Wanderer, Graham was able to defeat the White Legs. Before giving into his rage and executing the savages, Shawn was able to calm his hand at the last moment.

The White Legs retreated and he was left to lead the Dead Legs in peace as the Courier departed. It was some time before he saw the courier again. He was about to have the Dead Horses pack up and leave to return to their home before he was greeted by the Courier who had mysteriously disappeared from the Mojave for some time. They had a rather interesting chat, and the Courier hinted at something more before saying their goodbyes. Upon leaving however, the Courier had left something on Joshua's desk. When Graham picked it up to return it however, the device malfunctioned and he was taken somewhere far away.

Spoiler: Personality and Morality

Personality: Graham is usually a calm individual unless pushed to his limits. He's very religious and will usually go out of his way to help others as long as they have not wronged him or are hurting people. He has been known to show his enemies no quarter however in exterminating them.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral with Good leanings.

Text Color: 8a2c0f

 

[NotYetForsaken]

[[Secondary Scenario]]​

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Maiden's Wish

side story

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"Never ask for anything, but desire everything."​

The acrid bite of alcohol wafted into the atmosphere of the room and drew tangible animosity. Almost as if the very concept of it's existence was an affront to the well-being of the Citadel. Yona's movements were fast but stunted, like a film skipping frames, and before David had finished extending his hand outward to the Colonel she had cleaved the flask in twain. The fluid within caught fire in a sudden burst of flame and vanished into steam. Yona returned her dagger into the leather bag she kept on her hip.

"Alcohol is strictly prohibited below the sixth floor," she said coolly, as if nothing excessively violent had just happened. She ran a hand through her hair, "Additionally, we are a research base that has repair facilities. This is not a military installation." Yona took several steps back and cocked her head, "We cannot hold prisoners."

David felt his cheeks flush. He felt suddenly drunk though he drank so little. His stomach was filled with an awkward unease, a little from intoxication but more from the strange aura that lingered around Colonel Isami.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Cloudtop Citadel
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Cloudtop Citadel: David West, Cloudtop Citadel personnel

"AH JESUS FUCK!" David stammered when his booze caught light, his hand already on his weapon to return fire as he noticed he was now holding half of an empty flask.
"...ahhhhh...that flask survived 3 tours in the middle east, the Angel war and the last US Presidential Election...." The Irishman sighed as he picked up the other half before looking back to the Colonel.
When she said they couldn't hold prisoners, he grumbled slightly as he subbed out his unease for slight aggression.
"Oh come on, you really telling me you don't have a live-stock pen or a specimen containment unit you couldn't shack them up in for a few days? It's literally just keeping them in a stationary location until UNIT can pick them up. Hell, give me a hitching post and I'll tie them up myself, Batman style!" He urged her as he sniffed the contents of his empty flask-halves, as if expecting there to be something still left.
"Look, I know I don't have any official rank here but if we are under attack or something, they might be able to slip out and we'll be right back in this mess in a few years time. Please, Sir..."

His request hung in the air for a moment before he realized it wasn't going to get anywhere.
"...You at least able to point me in the direction of a welder? I like this Flask..." He then asked, holding up the two halves with a sad look on his face, as if that would get him anywhere.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

[[Secondary Scenario]]​

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Maiden's Wish

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"Never ask for anything, but desire everything."​

"Don't misunderstand me Mr. West," Yona said. She turned around and started to leave, her white coat fluttered behind her, "I said that we cannot house prisoners. I did not say that we would not." Yona looked back, her eyes shone like lapis, "Surely you understand the distinction between the two. Even having them aboard your vessel poses a security risk to this facility." She closed her eyes and growled, running her hand through her hair once again. She was annoyed. "If you truly wish for a solution to your problems," there was a slight dip in her voice into a foreign accent. Sounded something halfway between Italian and German if David had to put a finger on it. "o ous diaxiazo."

He didn't know the language, but the meaning was very clear from her intonation. Execute them.

"You put them in jail, yes, but then what? They break out and cause havoc anyway. You should end them while you have the chance, if you are truly pragmatic. Otherwise I have no intention of entertaining your delusional sense of justice. Or perhaps it is because you have grown far too attached to them, and without having to chase them around you would feel suddenly absent of meaning?" Yona opened the door into the lower levels of the Citadel, "Either way, it would be absurdly childish, don't you agree Mr. West?"


"After all, who would miss them?" The doors closed.

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A little bit later, after Yona had left the administration hall, David was approached by a younger cadet. He wore a milk-white uniform not unlike some sort of religious robe, and his hat was not the beret that was common of the other Citadel staff. "I heard about your meeting with the Colonel," he said, smiling. His teeth were white and perfect, against his dark skin they shone brilliantly like snow. He extended a hand from beneath the mantle he wore, the ends were trimmed with golden thread, "my name is Vihaan. I am here as a guest as well."

The two men shook hands. Perhaps he wasn't a cadet, despite his youthful appearance.

He fell into step with David, "There are a lot of pretty girls here," Vihaan whistled, adjusting his hat. It was a strange crown-like half circle that sat just above his ears. He rattled as he walked, his mantle concealing either guns or jewelry. David couldn't be sure. "Luck have it, I've met and befriended one of the fine women here. I am sure that she can help with your... flask problem." He grinned, "What do you say, David? How about a frolic?"

As he turned to face David, his mantle fluttered open and flashed the golden cross stitched onto his uniform. Not a cadet.

 

[BlackHarte]

Cloudtop Citadel - The Rising Dawn
Security Private Peter Moore

The hallways were smothered in the dim red glow of emergency lights. Peter moved swiftly with the rest of his squad. The cacophony of footfalls were like rain. He held his rifle close to him, ran his fingers over the safety, tugged on the strap and held his breath. Two more floors. He thought.

It was nearly two AM, and he had been roused from his quarters by an urgent warning. While he was technically off duty, his nature in security meant that he had to be on-call for emergencies. This was one of those times. The squad fell in on the target floor. Jacob, Trevor and Steven on his right, Lieutenant Morrison, Gwenneth, and Aaron on his left. Morrison held up two fingers and motioned them forward.

They broke the corner and surrounded the intruder. Their rifles trained intently on the bandaged man. His entire body reeked of radiation, his being was foreign, and without Colonel BlackHarte they were blind to whether he was a good man or a villain.

Lieutenant Morrison took stance in front of the Burned Man, "We are the Rising Dawn," he barked with the practiced force of a military officer, "State your name, origin, and purpose. "

 

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The Rising Dawn
Canteen
Morning?

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Mio​

Something groaned from under the bar, then a heavy thud could be heard. "Ouch!" came a voice from the ground. "Who the fuck put a table in my way?" Slowly, the one-armed pirate stood, holding her head. "Now I have two headaches at once!"
Mio looked around. Apparently the bar had seen its fair share of events since she had passed out from several drinks in quick succession. "Where am I again?" she said, trying to discern who to adress, but not really finding anyone suited to answer her questions. She looked out the window, seeing only the blurry lights of the machine complex in the cloudtop citadel.

Oh great, am I in prison again? Mio asked herself, dusted herself off and counted her belongings, quickly realizing that she would not still have a fancy sword if this was the case. "Hmm ..." she thought aloud for a second, before heading out the canteen. Time for adventure!

It was pretty dark in the corridors of the Rising Dawn, as the ship seemed to be shut down right now. For Mio, this was no problem, her other senses giving her good orientational awareness. Or at least they would give her this, if she had any idea which way she was actually going. At least she was meeting some staff walking in different direction, so she could ask...

"Hey, beautiful!" she called out to the first staff member she met, a rather grumpy and not that attractive female soldier. "Could you tell me where the exit is?" The woman was about to just ignore Mio, as she heard the question, thinking answering something so simple could not hurt. "You have to pass through corridors, the third one left will lead to the command bridge and subsequently one of the exits." she answered.

"The command bridge? Thank you!" Mio called out, despite standing in front of the woman. "If you need me, I will be somewhere around that area!" she winked, then blew a kiss to the woman, who slowly took a step back, then scratched her head and vanished, being confused by another woman advancing on her, a random soldier, this openly.

Mio, on the only hand, took the path the soldier had described to her, finding out that the layout of the ship was not as complicated as she first had thought. The command bridge was mostly empty, no captain in sight, so Mio walked around a bit, touching most things and buttons she saw, not knowing what any of them did. As the power was cut, and safety was on, there was, luckily for the others, no way to cause any harm yet. "Simple enough." she said to another soldier who was standing around. "This should be up and running in no time."

Without waiting for an answer, she found the exit and stepped out of the Rising Dawn into the massive complex of Cloudtop Citadel. Her eye took a moment before adjusting to the lighting, then she more or less could observe the huge operation going on around her ...

"I'm in heaven!" Mio called out. She took some quick steps to one of the many attractive female mechanics standing around. "Tell me, am I dead? Is this heaven?" she asked, quickly switching her glare from her eyes to her buttoned down mechanics suit. "Not quite." the mechanic answered, giving her a wink. "This is Cloudtop Citadel, and we are currently repairing the Rising Dawn. You are welcome to have a look around."

"Rising Dawn ... that rings a bell." Mio thought aloud, looking back to the huge plane she had walked out of. "Ah yes, I was rescued and brought on this ship. How embarrassing for a captain." she blushed slightly, causing the mechanic to giggle. "You are a captain? Where do you come from? Where is your ship?"

"These are all very good questions. Maybe someone as competent as you could help me find out?" Mio said, smiling in a particular way. "Or get someone who could help me in even more ways?"
"You are an odd person." the mechanic stated bluntly. "But interesting enough. So ... sure, I can try to help. Or find someone ..." She took a step towards Mio. "Are you from this world? Maybe this is the first thing we should find out."

Taking her hand, the mechanic led Mio towards the research facility.

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The Rising Dawn
Med Bay
Morning

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Diana | Jenny​

Jenny found that while her hypnosis was strong enough to eventually break through the psychic shield in this nightmare's mind, it would take some time, time she also needed to hold up the reflect barrier. More spikes were piercing this barrier, while the monster engulfed it, denying vision to the outside. With a sound like the scraping of chalk it grinded against the barrier, filling Jenny's mind with the feeling of dread, not only from the sound, but also from psychic suggestions, counter-attacking the hypnotic suggestions.

[b][i]This is fun.[/i][/b]

the nightmare spoke.

[b][i]You should be able to help your lover, if you manage to free yourself.[/i][/b]

 

[Sithmorack]

AA Verse | Cloudtop Citadel | The Rising Dawn
[color=8a2c0f]Joshua Graham[/color]​

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He was half tempted to draw his firearm as soon as the first individual rounded the corner. Something was off however, and it wasn't the group of armed guards that came next, or perhaps it was. The way they carried themselves, the weapons they had, and the structure of the halls they were in... It all screamed of a highly trained military presence. Graham didn't recognize the armor they were wearing or really anything about them. They were too clean for the wasteland and their weapons too shiny and new. Something was off about the whole situation.

He needed to choose his next words carefully. He slowly raised his hands behind his head. Most people in the wasteland would have shot him on sight and the questions they asked were different to say the least. He was just as foreign to them as they were to him. Questions for later however. [color=8a2c0f]"Graham, Joshua Graham,"[/color] the bandaged man replied as he sized them up. He had a few tricks if he absolutely had to fight his way out but harming his fellow man generally went against his beliefs. The other two questions confused him a bit however.

Were they asking where he was born? He also didn't have a particular purpose as he accidentally came here but the Burned Man thought it best to give a swift response. [color=8a2c0f]"New Zion and I don't have a specific purpose for coming here."[/color] That was all the questions answered for now. He had a few questions of his own but the Lord rewarded the patient and the guns trained at him discouraged the thought.

If conflict was truly unavoidable, he would aim for the one who spoke first. He was the obvious leader and the one he'd need to take down first to demoralize the rest though Joshua hoped it wouldn't come to that.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

[[Secondary Scenario]]​

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Maiden's Wish

side story

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"Never ask for anything, but desire everything."​

The Gem of Want pulsed with blue light, casting dancing shadows over it's holding chamber. Ever since the arrival of the Rising Dawn and it's crew, the artifact had become more active. In the past four years the black gem had not cast light more than once a week, but now it was positively flickering. Yona scowled, she was unsure on how the sudden burst of activity would affect the preliminary tests of the Inquiry's engines. She touched the glass and watched the blue light wash over her hand. Within the darkness of the gem, she saw the limestone walls of her home. Arched and inspiring, stretching from horizon to horizon as smoke trailed from suburbs built into it's side.

There was a chirp from her bag. She reached in and pulled open her phone, "Colonel Isami. Go ahead."

"Lieutenant Mitte here!" came the response, "I have someone who I think you should see! She's really weird! You might want to meet her!"

The second one of the day. How troublesome. It was as if High Command had known that the Desire Drive was slated to go into practical testing today and decided to inconvenience her as much as possible. Her phone chirped again.

"Colonel?" came Mitte's cheerful voice.

"Sorry, please bring her to my office. I'll meet with her there." Yona closed out of the call before Mitte's "Yes Colonel!" came through. She knew that it would, she didn't need to hear it. Not now. "Put the Desire Drive activation on-hold until the Gem of Want calms down. I want to make sure that we don't end up anywhere we don't want to go." She turned to her retainer and handed her a clipboard, "Kara, please tell Admiral Vaaldur that the Desire Drive tests have been delayed."

"Yes maam." Her retainer ducked away soon after.

Yona took off her lab coat and swung her regular jacket over her slight frame, wearing the heavy leather solely on her shoulders. She turned and headed out again, leaving the black gemstone to it's fitful dreams.

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Yona's office was a large empty space with slick black reflective floors. The room was largely empty, holding only her desk and two chairs. The only illumination came from outside two ceiling-to-floor panels of thick glass that provided a sweeping view of the hanger array. Yona leaned against the back of her chair, staring out at the Rising Dawn being repaired by the hurried shadows of her personnel.

The door opened.

"Here she is!" Mitte said, holding her hand high and presenting a drunken white-haired pirate with her other. Yona turned around. She definitely looks out of place here.

"I am Colonel Yona Isami," Yona put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it with a flick of her dagger. She took a deep breath and exhaled, letting the smoke cloud the meager light coming in from the hangar, "How can I help you?"

 

[BlackHarte]

Cloudtop Citadel - The Rising Dawn
Security Private Peter Moore

Lieutenant Morrison waved at his team, and at once every muscle in Peter's body relaxed. There was a rustle as the squad lowered their weapons. It was a relief. "Not a hostile then," he looked Graham over. "Two foreigners in two days. We're really being filled to capacity here." Jacob gave a chortle as he sat down against the wall.

"It feels like these past 72 hours have been years" Jacob had spent the last three days awake. I don't blame him for his fatigue.

Lieutenant Morrison stepped forward and offered Graham a hand, "You are on the Rising Dawn, we're an international peace-keeping organization. Come with me and we'll get you filled in over a hot meal and good drinks."

 

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Airship Rising Dawn | A Totally Random Corridor
The Library
Ruby Babbage-Lovelace | Nina Zaczoltski Phillip!!! |​

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"...right now we have an adventure to finish, no silly bugs are going to stop us." Miss Nina said in a voice that filled with determination and was reinforced by a determined clench of her fist, "Slight detour sure, but we were planning on heading to the library after hitting that locked door anyways, so we were heading back to this spot anyways. Now, did you say something about a magic spell you had to get to the library?" She concluded her determination filled pep talk with a raised but still determined finger.

There was a small part of The Magical Fairy Princess in Pink that wondered why this hat was so important that the three, now four, of them needed to brave a creepy abandoned market and a horde of devil roaches bent on consuming every bit of flesh from their bones. This was definitely outweighed by the part of Ruby that was excited to be visiting The Library. While any library would have been fun to visit, visiting The Library was a very very VERY exciting prospect. However, before a trip to The Library could be arranged, the Miniature Magical Girl needed to first find the way.

"Mmmhmmm." The Pink Princess of Prestidigitation nodded in thought as she reached for the scrap of cloth she kept on her for such an occasion, "I'm not sure that you could really call it a spell but I guess that's one way to describe it..." She said as she unrolled the cloth, revealing it to be a portion of a frayed, pink baby blanket with fairies embroidered around the edges. Finding a small thread, the young girl began to pull on it, watching intently as cloth started to unwind.

"[small]Untangled skein...[/small]" The girl muttered quietly.

"Hmmm.." Ruby hmm'd to herself as she read the pattern in the cloth that had been formed by the pulled thread,"Well... it's actually really really near by."

Walking a few feet down the corridor, the Nine Year Old Little Girl turned left and faced a wall, looking a bit uncertain as she looked back down at the pattern and then picked up her Grimoire, the pages flipping open of their own accord until the proper spell was displayed.

"Traversal of Space and Time... Miss Nina? You might want to stand back a little bit... maybe around the corner. This is the first time that I've ever tried this spell..."

With her warning finished, Ruby returned her attention to the blank wall and closed her eyes, though hesitant in warping reality and creating a gate that connected the ship to The Library, Ruby was fairly sure that the spell would work as intended. If one considered that magic was could be taken figuratively rather than literally, Ruby could alter the fabric woven by space and time and in doing so, she could stitch two points together, regardless of their distance from each other.

The air around the young child rippled for a moment before settling down. Opening one eye and then the other, Ruby Babbage-Lovelace breathed a sigh of relief. Had Nina been looking at Ruby directly from the side, it would have appeared that nothing happened but upon any change in viewing angle, Miss Nina would have seen a perfectly two dimensional portal standing in front of Ruby.

"Hi!" Ruby said with a happy wave as she passed through the temporary spacial/temporal stitch.

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Airship Rising Dawn | The Canteen
Self Destruction
Katya Rostikova​

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If someone were to ask Katya Rostikova if she was having a good day, the most likely response given the recent circumstances she found herself in would have been something to the effect of "What the fuck do you think?" It wasn't just that she'd felt betrayed and outcast from the people she'd tried to help but she felt doubly betrayed by what she had witnessed upon entering the Canteen. If she had considered anyone aboard the ship to be a friend, it would have been Dolores Selmy and the fact that the little backstabber had decided to make time with that Irish Cocksucker stung a bit more than a Brazilian waxing. To add insult to fucking injury, she'd been cut off before she'd even gotten on. With the sudden loss of power to the Canteen, the staff now had to worry about ensuring that the food in the non-working fridges didn't melt and that the drinks didn't mysteriously vanish under the cloak of darkness.

"Mom is going to kill us..." a voice in the darkness said, sounding the way Benedict Arnold probably sounded.

"Maybe someone should." The Never Level Headed Network Penetrator hissed as she stood up abruptly, sending her bar stool clattering to the ground. She was seeing red, both in the literal and the figurative manner and while this might have been the moment that something snapped inside of the Eighteen Year Old child, causing her to grab the nearest and largest fully automatic weapon in reach, she felt more self destructive than generally destructive, "[small]If no one's going to give a shit... I won't[/small]" She muttered to herself as she looked around the room, seeing that people were giving her the side eye.

'[small]Never needed friends before... why did I even think to start now...[/small]" The girl continued to mutter to herself as she pulled the envelope that Little Miss Stabby McStabface had given her from her pocket and gave it a once over. While the contents of one side was rather dull, the other one seemed right up Katya's alley given recent events BUT that would have to wait. Even if she was going to go out with a bang, she wasn't planning on going out without being banged. Turning back to the sisters, Katya gave them a rather lecherous look.

"Change of plans... who likes cherries?"

 

[BlackHarte]

[HEADING=2]Rising Dawn: Canteen ------------------------------------------------------------------ 01:50 AM[/HEADING][hr][HEADING=3]Lt. Dolores Selmy[/HEADING]

This is unacceptable. I knew that this was unacceptable, I knew that I should say something. Yet, for some reason I couldn't. I sat there, useless in my chair, contemplating the tightening in my chest. I wanted to reach out and grab a hold of Katya, to hold her and tell her that she needn't worry. But that's not something it seemed she wanted nor was it something I could do. I felt like a broken doll, something left aside to rot in obsolescence.

Saren had her head on the table and was looking somewhat ill. Thin strands of her hair rose into the air on currents of static stretching out from her body. Laeta, however, true to her natural constitution was none worse for the wear. She looked at her little sister and smiled, hardly affected at all by the straight liquor, "At least we know what happens now. A little more than what I expected, a little less than what the doctor predicted."

"My head... hurts..." Saren groaned.

"Anyway, if Mom asks, it was an accident. A mix-up in the drink orders." Laeta played with her thin braid.

"Change of plans... who likes cherries?"

Laeta turned her attention toward Katya, "Cherries? Kind of an odd question don'tcha think?" Saren groaned in response, as if to chide Laeta. "That's a no from Saren then."

I knew what she meant though. "I'll do it." I said finally. I didn't think at all, I couldn't feel the embarrassment, the horror, the pain within when I said it. I just knew I had to say it. "I'll do it. Katya..." I continued. Laeta gave me a strange look, as if sizing up my sudden vocalization. "I'm not useful for much else right? When it comes down to it, I'm just a piece of meat. I can't fight, I'm not smart. Now I can't even move by myself. But I can still do that, at least."

Be a good little Dolly and let us play with you. A phantom whisper. You want to make everyone like you, right?

A flicker of emotion shocked the base of my spine and made my stomach uneasy. I gripped the handles on my chair. Don't you want to be loved? You don't want to suffer, so just relax and be a good doll. Words from a lifetime ago. Of another girl, in another body.

Come to think of it, that was the first time she had met Isaac.

Laeta looked at me with growing clarity, and then her body tensed. She was frozen in place by equal parts rising shock and fury. Though, I couldn't tell who it was directed at. I felt ill at ease, knowing not only her glare, but the venomous gaze of other entities. I knew I was drawing attention.

"If it'll make you happy, please use me Katya." After all, my name is Dolores. It means to suffer. What else am I good for?

 

[Zepherus14]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Airship Rising Dawn | Rising Dawn's Library
The Dim Library
Ruby Babbage-Lovelace | Nina Zaczoltski | Phillip!!! | Golem of Cloth​

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If the hat had truly been passed the ocean of ichor roaches, even Nina may have given up on it. It was up to one's imagination what exactly the bugs had wanted to do with them if they'd managed to catch the group, but that was in the past now, she'd give management a talking to about their infestation issues later. There was adventure to be had, and like she?d proclaimed, they would succeed in reclaiming her hat!

Phillip climbed up Nina's body rather effortlessly, perching on her shoulder and looping a tentacle or two around her for support while Nina watched curiously as to what Ruby was doing with the thread. "Well magical mumbo jumbo?" Nina replied when Ruby questioned if she could call what she was doing as a spell. As always, Nina didn't have the prior knowledge of magic to know exactly what Ruby was doing to discern what it'd qualify as other than making physics cry.

Regardless Nina watched intently, rather curious as to what the 'spell' would do. Would the thread extend through the hallways to lead them to the library? Would it produce some sort of map that would guide them to their destination? Maybe, just maybe the thread would fly over and weave into her own clothing, make little wings and they would just flutter them to the library? While Nina was slowly going over ascending levels of complicated what ifs, Phillip lazily ejected out the jar of eldritch bugs in his possession, giving it a quite shake. The jar was practically stuffed to the brim leaving little to no space for anything to move let alone breathe in there. One could consider it to be rather cruel of Phillip to leave the poor things in there, but he didn't seem to mind as his curiosity seemed to be sated with this brief inspection. The jar was quickly engulfed by tentacle after tentacle until once again it disappeared from view. Nina did give a momentary glance to her noodley rider, but seemed more interested in Ruby's own exploits, at least until her eyes shifted from Ruby's prep work to part of the wall a few feet away from them. 'Did someone spill something over there? That's a pretty nasty stain?' She thought to herself as Ruby walked into her gaze, grabbing Nina's attention again as Ruby warned her "Miss Nina? You might want to stand back a little bit... maybe around the corner. This is the first time that I've ever tried this spell..."

Caught a bit off guard by the request, Nina absent mindedly stared back at the little one before looking back and forth before doing a brisk jog to the end of the hallway and peaking her head around the corner while Phillip hung from her shoulder like a draped cloak. Thankfully, there was no explosions, no blackholes, and thankfully no mutant rubber ducks! Nina however was looking from that sweet spot where she couldn't see the portal Ruby had made, frankly she'd been expecting at least something? "So... did it work?" She quietly muttered to herself, following her looking over her shoulder to Phillip. "Well, how am I supposed to know it worked?! I'm all the way over here?" She replied back indignantly, apparently Phillip relaying that in fact Ruby had succeeded in making the portal.

By the time Nina had looked back Ruby had already passed through, leaving the temporary guardian to give the area a brief once over before heading to the portal. "Ruby?" She called out before spotting her through the portal prompting her to give a sigh of relief. "That's like what? Four people now? Five?" Commenting on just how many people she'd met so far that had some sort of transporting powers. Eventually catching up with Ruby within the rows upon rows of book shelves. "Not exactly what I had in mind, but gold star for efficiency~" Nina complemented Ruby, looking around to get her bearings. "Well, as long as there isn't any more interruptions, we should be-" Nina started to say tempting fate as a certain technomancer's drunken state killed all the lights, if only for a moment before the backup power kicked in. "OH COME ON!!" She exclaimed.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Cloudtop Citadel
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Cloudtop Citadel: David West, Cloudtop Citadel personnel

"......Fuck you too, lady..." David muttered under his breath after Yona walked off.
While the notion of putting a bullet in them all and calling it a day was a rather tempting one, Considering he was about to meet the same fate of execution/torture without a trial less then 24 hours ago, he wasn't pleased by the idea.
Plus, he was REALLY looking forward to that promotion and forcing Rugal to address him by Rank and prisoners dying under his watch wouldn't aid him in that regard.
As he began to leave the Administration sector, he was greeted by this Vihaan fellow, responding to his greeting with "If I had to take a guess, the no booze thing is more for her sake then anything else. It's always the really uptight ones that can't handle their drink. David West, Agent of UNIT."

A bit of walking and talking later, he brought up the fate of his poor flask, to which David responded "Ehhhh...ah, sure, might as well. Just don't try to hook me up with someone, I'm spoken for and I enjoy having my genitals attached to my body."
As he walked alongside Vihaan, he began to notice all the details in his outfit and equipment, namely how the guy looked like a Mish-Mash of those "Mang-Gah" characters Teri kept telling him about.
"...Hellva get up you got there. You heading to a convention of something?" He jabbed with a playful nudge on the shoulder as they re-entered the elevator.

The Rising Dawn
Med Bay
Morning

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Diana | Jenny​

"You misunderstand. I don't date humans." She responded back as she kept up their mental battle, only to realize she was starting to falter in her efforts.
"This is your last chance. Don't make me have to injure you..." She asked rather politely as she redoubled her efforts on defense as her psionic offense on Diana's mind came to a halt.
It appeared she was trying to force a stalemate now, extra layers of Reflect Barriers starting to come into place to reinforce the existing ones as they slowly pushed back the monster snarling at her.
"Besides, even you have to admit that it would be a lot faster and easier to just tell me how to help Dr. Violet. So just tell me and we can both walk away from this. M-might even buy you a drink?" The Gardevoir then suggested, altering her stance to a more fearful and submissive one in the hopes it would sate Diana's ego just long enough...

 

[NotYetForsaken]

[[Secondary Scenario]]​

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Maiden's Wish

side story

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"Never ask for anything, but desire everything."​

Vihaan turned around and looked at David quizzically. "Get up?" he said aloud. His mantle jingled as if to answer. The service elevator clicked as it ascended, counting the floors up from the first, slowly and steadily toward the fourth floor. Vihaan motioned to his outfit, "This outfit is quite normal for people like me."

"Well, I guess I just never met any 'normal people like you.'" David snarked, a bit bitter about his poor innocent flask.
"I mean, what are ya? An Officer? A Priest? A-...Waiter?" He then asked, running out of ways to point out that his outfit looked weird.

The elevator doors opened.

"Admiral Vaaldur!" Kara said, saluting. Another pretty one, but stiff and professional. Blue uniform with a clean blonde bob. Behind her spectacles were eyes of a stone-cold soldier.

Vihaan did not so much respect Kara's strict professionalism, instead he flashed her a smile. "What can I help you with, beautiful?" He leaned against the wall and raised his eyebrows as if to look cool.

"The Desire Drive activation as been delayed to tomorrow, sir." Kara reported.

"That is fine, as long as my desire for you isn't going to be put off as well," Vihaan continued, raising his eyebrows suggestively. There was a pause as Kara bowed and saw herself out. Vihaan laughed boyishly.

"Right! Admirals! They are the military guys with the awesome outfits!" He densely remarked once he figured out what Vihaan was.
"Right... ahem sorry sir. I didn't know." David then said, a bit worried about his comments earlier pissing off another commanding officer of the base.

Vihaan turned to David and shrugged, "There is very little need for such formality David. I am no Admiral in your sense of the word." He spun around to show David the extent of his uniform. "I am Vihaan Vaaldur, Admiral of the Rising Dawn's First Supernatural Investigations Fleet." He curtsied, dipping his head so that the crown on his head was fully visible. It was shaped like BlackHarte's eye, David vaguely recalled.

"Ahhhh, I gotcha now. Sorry, just feel like I already upset enough people here for one day," he said while stretching the back of his head nervously. "Still, uh, you said you could bring us to someone who could fix, uh, this?" he then shifted the topic back to fixing his flask as if doing so would make the situation less awkward.

The two men stepped onto the Foundry floor, and felt the sudden rush of hot air. The floor was like an engine, beating hard and fast with steam and gas. Burning furnaces raged alongside the walls as huge machine arms reached up and down moving crates of scrap metal, liquid metal, and cast metal between the floors. The fires sent glowing embers of molten metal high into the air to rain down as gentle warm ash. The staff here moved efficiently, weaving between the machines in white uniforms. Vihaan wove through the machines and staff, stopping every now and again to greet one of the women working, either with a polite bow or a not-so-innocent hug. Generally though, the young Admiral seemed to be well liked. Some of the women pat him gently on the head while others slapped him on the back as he passed, leaving ashen hand-prints on his cream-colored robe.

After a good distance of weaving back and forth, Vihaan finally stopped in front of a more antiquated forge. A small kiln burned away as several sheets of metal lay cooking in the coals. A little bit away, an older woman - perhaps nearly in her sixties - white haired, wrinkled, but still with arms full of strength sat hammering away at a tiny chain link.

"This is Janet Colsworth, last of a looooong line of blacksmiths," Vihaan said as he held his arms out as if he was presenting a prize.

She looked up, eyes hidden behind dark glass, "And who have you dragged along to my office, Vihaan."

 

[Sithmorack]

AA Verse | Cloudtop Citadel | The Rising Dawn
[color=8a2c0f]Joshua Graham[/color]​

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As the group around him lowered their weapons, Joshua in turn lowered his arms. He didn't know what they meant by foreigners but it appeared he wasn't the first to simply "appear" like this. Seeing their relaxed posture put him off to a degree. Even if someone isn't immediately hostile in the Mojave they could turn on you at any point. He did notice the tired looks the group was giving and the 72 hour comment must mean that whatever this place was, it was on high alert.

He was thankful for their welcoming attitude as they offered him food and drink. [color=8a2c0f]"Thank you, being a good neighbor to your fellow man is a service in the eyes of the Lord after all."[/color] The term international confused him as he had never heard of such an organization that was world wide. Perhaps he had been more isolated with the Dead Horses than he originally thought. He'd keep that question for later however as he didn't want to let on how in the dark he currently was.

Instead he decided to ask, [color=8a2c0f]"It seems you've all been rather busy?"[/color] It was a statement as well as a question.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

[HEADING=2]The Rising Dawn Adventures[/HEADING]The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Rising Dawn: King Leoric's room | King Leoric, Nadalia
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"My dear Leoric, thou'st has done thee such a service indeed ..."​

"Well, my being would still be contained within that World Marshall prison if it wasn't for you. While I do now know a cure to your curse, I am glad that that I could aid you like you have aided me..." Leoric warmly said with something akin to a smile on his face skull.
He didn't seem too bothered by what his amulet had done to Nadalia nor the fact that she seemed to "Revert" into a a more primal and nude version of herself.
Well, he did notice that second part and quickly adverted his eyes.
"...having that said, might I suggest covering yourself? While I'm glad I've rejuvenated you, there is ill-need for immodesty..." He then requested with a somewhat embarrassed tone in his spectral voice.
"Actually, hold a moment. Servants!"

Upon the Skeleton King's command, the amulet glowed before a series of souls escaped from it, each one striking the ground gently before 3 skeletons formed, each one clad in Outfits and Facial hair [http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/2971513248_d095818711.jpg] they had borrowed from the imps.
"Find something to clad your new Sovereign. I'd rather not mark her return to form with a scandal about her modesty..." He then ordered before the 1 of the servants went about getting her measurements while the others went to look for suitable attire for the Iron Queen.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Airship Rising Dawn | Outside the Library
The Library? Not Quite
Ruby Babbage-Lovelace | Nina Zaczoltski Phillip!!! |​

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A strong wind ripped through Ruby Babbage-Lovelace's black and white hair as she passed through the portal, her eyes having involuntarily shut themselves tightly to keep from being blinded by the portal's chaotic, churning, vortex of colors and energy. Being that this was the first time she'd cast this particular spell, she was unsure as to whether the hurricane like gust of wind was supposed to be normal or if this was something else entirely. Opening her eyes, the Pink Dressed Princess of Prestidigitation was relieved to see that her spell had worked, to a certain degree, and she had not sent both her and Miss Nina to some otherworldly location where they would choke to death on toxic gasses the moment they passed through the dimensional door, or sent out the portal's exit in big fleshing chucks of raw meat. On the other hand, it was obvious that the spell needed a small bit of tweaking, especially when it came to the exit's vertical location.

"(I must have misplaced a decimal point...)" The Ribbon Wearing Witch thought to herself as she looked down and saw that she was roughly one mile above the location that she wanted to be... which meant that she positioned the portal's exit in the middle of empty sky... which meant that she was currently plunging to her very messy but quick and messy death, splattered against the roof of the Rising Dawn. Turning around to look above her she noticed that Miss Nina had just exited the portal, and was probably screaming her lungs out or cursing Ruby's name. If the latter option was the case, it was probably a good thing that Ruby couldn't hear her over the sound of the wind rushing past her head.

"I'M SORRY MISS NINA!" Ruby called out to her very temporary guardian before she turned around and tried to think of what she could do. If she cast a fireball against the top part of the Rising Dawn, it would probably do a bit of damage but not enough to breach the ship's armor. A lightning bolt would have been dispersed by the ship's metal hull. A meteor strike would have probably caused the ship to fall from the sky. Water... well... it would have caused a bad case of rust.

"[color=5555FF]*SQUEAK! SQUEAK!*[/color]" Something squeaked next to the Nine-Year-Old Skydiver's head, causing the young girl to notice that her miniature cloth golem had grabbed onto her and was looking intently at her. The other thing that she noticed was that the golem didn't speak words, rather he squeaked at her like some sort of doggy chew tow. "[color=5555FF]*SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK![/color]"

"OKAY! OKAY! I GOT IT!!!" Ruby exclaimed loudly as she listened to Ollie Golly Golem's plan before watching as the cloth sack puppet tightened himself into a ball, cutting down on his drag and falling faster than Ruby and Miss Nina. As he did so, the Pink Princess of Prestidigitation unwrapped Gleipnir, the long ribbon she kept wrapped around her arm, from around her, allowing it to trail behind her like a long flag, willing the pink fetter to reach out towards Miss Nina, who would hopefully understand that Ruby wanted her to grab it and allow it to wrap itself around the Temporary Flying Babysitter's wrists. Unable to worry about Miss Nina and longer, Ruby prepared another spell, hoping that Ollie Golly Golem's plan would work.

*POOF!*

The sound and sensation of wind rushing past her died away dramatically as Ruby felt her rate of descent decrease dramatically due to the sudden transformation of Ruby's dress into a waist worn parachute. Looking up she saw Miss Nina closing in on her, barely avoiding a collision.

"Grab the ribbon Miss Nina!!!" Ruby called out before she heard a loud boom in the distance.

*BOOM!*

Looking down towards the source of the sound, she noticed that there was now a hole where Olly Golly Golem's impact had ripped through the armor on the top of the Airship. Conveniently enough, it was over the location of the library.

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Airship Rising Dawn | The Canteen
Deflated...
Katya Rostikova​

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"I'll do it."
"I'll do it. Katya..."
"I'm not useful for much else right? When it comes down to it, I'm just a piece of meat. I can't fight, I'm not smart. Now I can't even move by myself. But I can still do that, at least."
"If it'll make you happy, please use me Katya."

Standing in the middle of the Canteen, Katya Rostikova felt herself unconsciously facepalm at the response that she'd received from Dolly as she felt her conflicting thoughts pull her in three different directions. Of the three, the desire with the least amount of pull was the desire to pull Dolores off into one of the many not so private and not so sound proofed rooms nearby for a sensual scissor session with her pathetic former pal. The fact that Dolores would offer herself up as a piece of meat for Katya's pleasure had a fair amount to do with her own desire to puke in response to the display of pathetic passivity, clubbing both her desire to get shitfaced and her desire to get laid over the head like a baby harp seal.

"[small]Goddamit...[/small]" Katya muttered softly nefore looking up at Dolores, her eyes burning not with lust but rather with both concern and anger, "I don't know whether I need to hug you or break your fucking nose."

Having come straight from the *****'s mouth, one could have been sure that she was feeling that tug in either direction. On the one hand there was Dolly consorting with the enemy, that drunken Irish bastard that needed a lesson on how to show appreciation. On the other hand was the fact that Katya felt a certain kinship towards her fellow lover of all things Japanese... one that haphazardly bordered on friendship. More than anything, Katya had once been in Dolly's position... weak, injured, self-loathing and self-doubting... and she hated it. That Little Miss Wounded Bird had decided become so wrapped up in these feelings horrified the formerly dying debutante.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Dolores Selmy? You are smart you dumb shit. The fact that you think that you're stupid is what makes you fucking stupid! Also, you're not useless either! You managed to almost kill that super powered magical kid with the smoke powers and stuff... you survived getting impaled by a bunch of metal bars AND you successfully dismantled my attempt to piss you off and hurt your feeling by hurting mine instead!" The 18 year old young woman admitted loudly in the middle of the Canteen, sober as a red panda, "You've got balls to go fight a bunch of power powered psychopaths despite having no super powers, you've got the strength to survive, you've got the intelligence to understand the wonders of anime... but for fuck's sake... put a computer points into your perception stat and see that you're not a goddamned person... not a fucking sex toy! So guess what, Dolly, I'm not going to mash my goodies all up in your face, I'm going to sit here and talk to you... like I should instead of trying to find an opportunity to scream 'U Mad Bro'at you, why don't we sit here and drink some shots while you tell me exactly what the hell is misfiring in that brain of your's."

~Splish!~

The tears that had been steadily building up in the corners of Katya's eyes lost their fight with gravity and landed on the bar's wooden surface.

"Dammit... now I'm crying... The girl exclaimed weakly as she wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her long sleeved dress, "You're lucky you're my friend... or I'd... I'd... block you from torrenting anime or logging into Crunchyroll."

 

[Silence]

The Rising Dawn
Med Bay
Morning

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Diana | Jenny​

Diana was indeed slightly reducing the pressure as Jenny asked her out for a drink.

[b][i]That sounds lovely, my dear. But it won't be enough to tell you about Violet, unless you want to be my slave.
Which I honestly doubt, I'm not that naive.[/i][/b]

With that spoken, she increased the pressure again, putting her full strength into breaking the physical barriers, while her mind was open for a single second.

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Cloudtop Citadel
Yona's office
Morning?

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Mio | Mitte | Yona Isami​

Mio looked at the colonel introducing herself. There seemed to be something slightly off, but other than that ... well, she was pretty perfect.
"Hi!" Mio said, putting on her most charming smile. "I am Mio Kaizuko, most feared pirate on the Seven Seas and I think I lost my ship when accidentally traveling to another world.
You see, I was fighting this giant demon kraken, of course no problem, if it did not just let me fly through a portal. Or something like that. In truth, I don't really know how I got here.

It does not matter, though. I am missing my ship, my crew - even if yours seems better in certain departments -" She had a huge grin on her face. "It is still my crew. Well, and apparently I have not only lost my ships, but also my treasure, including my friggin' arm.
So I am searching for this, while also searching for new booty and adventure, of course! So, can you help me? In all of those departments?"

While waiting for an answer, Mio then took out a pocket flask, unscrewed it with her teeth and took a deep sip.