We Are Our Avatars V (Closed)
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@Random: @All: And I'm back!
Slowly waking up, I noticed that Aisha was gone. Her side of the bed well cleaned. Huh. Didn't expect that from her. Rubbing my eyes and yawning, I make my way over to the showers.
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Aisha was outside practicing some strikes with her Dual Tear Drops.
Slowly waking up, I noticed that Aisha was gone. Her side of the bed well cleaned. Huh. Didn't expect that from her. Rubbing my eyes and yawning, I make my way over to the showers.
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Aisha was outside practicing some strikes with her Dual Tear Drops.
Idranel left her deliberations with the Autarch but warned him to be at her call if she became threatened. She departed, with an honour Guard of Seer Council to attempt to disuade with words first. She and her seers in their fine rune armour with weapons holstered and helmets collapsed to reveal their faces were the outstretched hand of piece. However, Autarch Lynael came also in resplendant armour of black and bone. He gripped a Power Spear in one hand and had an Avenger SHuriken catapult affixed over his left vambrace to allow hime to wield the spear two handed. Upon his back was the glorious wings of a Swooping Hawk that danced with colour in an idle position as they caught the light and he also had removed his tall, elegant helmet to carry at his side. He had long red hair, tied in a top knot and it fell over the rear of his armour. His face was umistakeably fresh and young which belied his experience as a warrior.
Idranel had courted him once, not long ago. She a Seer and he a musician. It was on that path that he had dicovered his aptitute for command. She knew he was Lynael the Autarch now and not Lynael the musician, such was the nature of the Path. She wondered still if anything lingered between them but then pushed the thoughts aside. Now was not the time.
Idranel had courted him once, not long ago. She a Seer and he a musician. It was on that path that he had dicovered his aptitute for command. She knew he was Lynael the Autarch now and not Lynael the musician, such was the nature of the Path. She wondered still if anything lingered between them but then pushed the thoughts aside. Now was not the time.
@Fur: Yes. And that... Is for when fighting starts 
No spoilers. (As of now, the Dual Tear Drops are like two tear drop shaped metal slabs on her hands and wrists.)
Finally exiting the showers, I start putting my clothing back on.
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Aisha continues her practice.
No spoilers. (As of now, the Dual Tear Drops are like two tear drop shaped metal slabs on her hands and wrists.)Finally exiting the showers, I start putting my clothing back on.
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Aisha continues her practice.
OOC: @Furi I personally wouldn't say Royce is the most badass soldier is around, but I'd still put him in the 3-5 bracket.
Inside the inn, Jensen woke up sitting in a luxurious armchair where he had fallen asleep the night before. Lifting his head he quickly scanned the room, only to find that he was alone. The safety onn his pistol was off, and he reset it before getting to his feet and going through the front door, taking in his surroundings as he did so.
On a building a short distance away, Mercer watched the group like a predator hunting its prey. Seeing that they were waking up he dropped from the rooftop and out of sight, before reappearing wearing the form of Ellis. He still carried the Elite's power katana on one shoulder.
Inside the inn, Jensen woke up sitting in a luxurious armchair where he had fallen asleep the night before. Lifting his head he quickly scanned the room, only to find that he was alone. The safety onn his pistol was off, and he reset it before getting to his feet and going through the front door, taking in his surroundings as he did so.
On a building a short distance away, Mercer watched the group like a predator hunting its prey. Seeing that they were waking up he dropped from the rooftop and out of sight, before reappearing wearing the form of Ellis. He still carried the Elite's power katana on one shoulder.
"Practicing... Duh~~. Since there's nothing to really do for now, I thought I'd just practice."
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Clothing, check. Sword, check. Hair... double check. Alright, time to practice for the day. Walking towards the exit I saw the cyborg man again, and kinda brushed past him.
"Excuse me." I said to him as I walked over to a nice spot and started practice swings.
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Clothing, check. Sword, check. Hair... double check. Alright, time to practice for the day. Walking towards the exit I saw the cyborg man again, and kinda brushed past him.
"Excuse me." I said to him as I walked over to a nice spot and started practice swings.
OOC: @Dirty Mercer is under cover at the moment. To fight your guy he'd have to either blow his cover, or fight using only the katana and his speed and strength. Which would also go a good way to wards blowing his cover.
Jensen moved to one side to let Riven past, but merely grunted in response.
Jensen moved to one side to let Riven past, but merely grunted in response.
The Eldar appeared. Idranel the Farseer flanked by the Autarch and a Seer while the other Warlocks walked behind them. Towering above all of them was a mighty Wraithlord. His featurless, domed head casting an invisible gaze over all. He gripped a Wraithsword in hand and was as much there for council as protection for the dead could temper the fire of the living.
"Bingo!" Aisha stopped and turned to Valvatorez. "I don't believe that I caught your name. I'm Aisha Grove and you two?"
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Great, the foxgirl is trying to flirt again. She's no better than Ahri.
"Nope! No relation whatsoever." Aisha nods at Valvatoreze then eyes Fenrich alittle. Whether it was for sizing up or for flirty reasons, it was unknown. But eventually, she just smiled at him as well.
OOC: Hmm... I'll give it a go then. Out of sight of the group. Retconning the last post in relation to Mercer then.
Mercer landed on a building in an adjacent street from the group and took a moment to peer through a break in the skyline. He could just about see their hideaway and grinned. Shifting the weight of the katana on his shoulder, he prepared to jump ahead.
Mercer landed on a building in an adjacent street from the group and took a moment to peer through a break in the skyline. He could just about see their hideaway and grinned. Shifting the weight of the katana on his shoulder, he prepared to jump ahead.
Idranel stopped her entourage with a motion as another portal opened and the host was joined by 2 squads of Dire Avengers. "Await here." She said but beckoned for the Autarch and Wraithlord to come with her and they dide soe while the Aspect Warriors and Warlocks waited in case they were needed.
She approached (Whereever the fuck people are) The wraithlord standing a good three times the size of her but its movements seemed deliberate and slow despite this its long strides allowed it to keep up. The future, the present and the past. All at once. Idranel smirked at the idea.
She approached (Whereever the fuck people are) The wraithlord standing a good three times the size of her but its movements seemed deliberate and slow despite this its long strides allowed it to keep up. The future, the present and the past. All at once. Idranel smirked at the idea.