Name: jubliant City

Size: The size of a Charlotte, North Carolina. At base. Varies based on on-hand descriptions.

Properties: There are no accounted for magical properties that affect the town, or those in it. Many don't count the towns odd changing occurence, regarding it as normal.

Player Capacity: Any.

Description : The city is home to several of the universes largest non-magical festivals and parades. The people, basking in the opulence and fortune of such, are genuinely always happy when visited. The town, while not overpopulated, has a very large population. Many are tourists or transplants. The largest building is the City Hall, which is 70,000 square feet, and features multiple court rooms and banquet halls. Four high school are aligned in the cardinal directions and many middle schools and elementary schools are situated around town. There always seems to be a festival or parade. The town can be fleshed out more by the participants.

Flavour Text: its a large town that always has a festival or parade, and has a marked note of always being different, and growing. Flesh it out at will.

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If not agreeable. Use Wotan's Forest. Located in Arena BattleGround.

Auto gets first post to set stage.

(Post meant for OOC)

Boom,Crash!

The lights and sounds of the Dragon parade roared on, the night sky lit up with orange,yellow and red fireworks. On any other occaison he would not partake in these festivities but he was on a break forced apon him by Pallas "do we really have to be here?. We could be using this time to find Atlas" he said with annoyence in his voice "no victories are won without a breather, have fun we haven't had that in a long time." The deep fatherly like voice told him softly in his head. Murphy sighed and grabbed a box of dragon fries from a nearby foods table, as several people in a dragon costume danced down the stteet, the chineie dragon's mouth shot flames periodically, warming up the market way.

The chinies decorations reminded him of his small apartment in china town back on his world, did I leave the stove on? he ponderd walking past two kids who were laughing and playing with sparklers.Probably did too, with my luck he thought, tossing a fry into his mouth.The boom and crash of drums and cymbols played on the street a few feet beside him the mezmorizing ryhtim causing him to bob his head up and down to the beat.

"Ha ha. Look, Eldwick, our target is totally talking to an inanimate object right now," Allison whispered into her gun, a huge grin on her face as the festivities roared around her. The gun let out a sigh, wondering if she was just messing around with him or was seriously lost to the irony of that statement. She did read the mission statement about their opponent, right? Actually, it was sad to say that he had a shadow of a doubt. She had the attention span of a feathered rabbit on speed.

"He has an AI companion who seems like a fine gentleman," Eldwick commented in a defensive manner, albeit still keeping his sophisticated British accent. How dare she call such things "inanimate objects", even as a joke.

"Yeah, yeah, let's just get this over with. I think I saw an adorable sticker vender I might want to check out after this," she replied.

"You better not be planning on dressing me up in them..." he said, once again having the shadow of a doubt.

She let out a suspiciously evil sounding giggle and then turned her attention to their target, who was eating some tasty looking fries. Perfect. She casually strolled up to him in an innocent, cutesy manner to try and see if she could toy with him a bit. So much for wanting to get this over with quickly.

"Those look delicious. Can I have one?" She asked with a bright smile, her hand still on the grip of Eldwick, who was holstered at her side.

Was she trying to confuse him for strategic reasons or did she really want to eat the fry? Shadow of a doubt.

Murphy was trying to determine how many colors he could see in the distant fireworks when a girl came up to him asking for one of his dragon fries. Usually he would be on guard during something like this but what Pallas said earlier made allot of sense to him. But the the detective part of him started to wonder. He scanned the girl, his right eye blinking, scanning over her body,her hair,clothing and what looked like a holster on her side. using his brainstem to communicate with Pallas he told him to wait until the fireworks went out, leaving the two in darkness to move to his chest and his upper arm area.

"Uh, sure I guess" Murphy reached out the box to her so she could grab one. Now why would someone bring a weapon to such a festival? Pallas asked inside of Murphies head.

Murphy wasn't listening, he was more focased on the girl, she had a small figure and pretty face with a bubbly looking smile. She reminded him allot of Bethany. How is my sister doing? he thought to himself, I'll go see when I get the chance.

Murphy, pay atention for a second will you? Pallas grunted she could be an Agent of Atlas. "sorry" he said accedentally outloud.

Allison ate the fry with her free hand, genuinely enjoying it if the look on her face was to be believed. This helped her look natural and cover up her evil intentions. After all, what assassin would be enjoying fries at a time like this with her victim?

"Thanks. Perhaps I should give you something in return," Allison said innocently, rummaging through her pockets. Not waiting for a reply, she then swiftly raised her gun and fired three shots towards his center of mass, skipping backwards into the surprised crowd so that if he tried to counterattack she would have gotten a lot of distance away by the time he could react and would even have some handy meat shields. She was still close enough with her first shot to have it near point blank.

The first bullet was stopped at the last second by Pallas, the bullet being held half out and half into his skin "that's gonna leave a bruise" Murphy snarled as he backed up, Pallas hardning, blocking the other two shots as he dropped the fries and ran the other direction from the crazy fry eating girl he has just met, turning into a noodle shop, the people screaming and yelling in fear. Murphy ducked behind the counter haing cover from the windows and front door and pulled up his shirt and swiftly pulled the bullet out with a grunt. sqweeziing his skin so that it would start to stitch itself together, A part of Pallas coverd the wound so that it could heal without him having to hold it together.

"this is why I never lower my guard!" Murphy yelled getting up and half limping half running up the stairs into an apartment on the second floor of the noodle shop, a window with a fire escape caught his eye, quickly opening it and climbing to the roof he used his eye to scan for his attacker, to find her at the other end of the street. You sure your up for this? Pallas said moving to his ankle and most of his arms "damn right" he grunted as he jumped from the noodle shop roof to the one next to it. jumping until he was with in jumping attack distance.

Keeping to the far side of the rooftops to avoid any bullets that could hit him.

"Chicken!" She cried after him as he darted into the shop. Ah, that reminds her, that's what the fries sort of tasted like. Not very surprising because it seems like everything tastes like chicken around this festival.

"Aren't you going to push the offensive?" her gun questioned.

"I'll stay out here in the open for now. Not a good idea to get in too close without room to maneuver against someone like him."

"Ah, so you are paying attention after all."

He had only a few reasonable ways to continue. He could either hide inside the building or escape onto the roof. If he waited too long she' just blow the building up bit by bit, but as it turned he didn't like playing the waiting game either because he soon revealed himself on the rooftop, as predicted. He was fast in limiting her possibility of attack against him, but he couldn't eliminate every attack from where he was. She got out one of the explosive disks and lunged it at where he'd be in the brief moment it would take the disk to soar up onto the roof and then explode. If he dodged or was knocked around in a way to force him off the rooftop then she'd try to get into a follow up position to take him out before he could recover. If he managed to not be too horribly effected then she'd just maintain her position and wait for another opening. If he died then she didn't need much of a plan at that point.

something was thrown. The roof across from him exploded mid jump, the force of the blast knocked him into the neighboring restaurant wall "She's ranged, Pallas how can we compete?." Murphy said weakly getting up,moving on pure adrenaline. His head hurt, little bits of debris were pushed out of Pallas and in turn he took some small but sharp pieces of glass from his arms and shoulder. "we gotta close the gap, sometimes Victory comes with being a little discreet and a little conspicuous". Murphy shook his head, she obviously didn't care about civilian casualties so going all out would have to be his only choice, or at least she needed to think it was.

Murphy quickly ducked into the broken and burning building, looking at the wall the was facing the street, left mostly intact, a few small holes on the far side, but he stuck near the far corner, he moved Pallas to his head and upper body and made him harden to diamond level.

He burst through the wall, yelling at the top of his lungs, jumping on a car, Pallas quickly moved to his calves and feet from his head and lower abdomen, he ran at his attacker. Running as unpredictably as he could, jumping, spinning and zigzagging his way into his area of effect and once he reached it he would slam his now concrete hard fist into her flesh hard face.

Even with auto-aim and her high skill level at shooting, from the distance he was and with his high mobility it made her rapid pistol shots go off target as she fired upon him. Very few people managed to make her miss now-a-days even in rapid fire, so he was certainly a person worthy of her talents. It would indeed be hard to hit him at things currently were without focused aiming, a luxury that she didn't have, so perhaps another distraction? He'd reach her soon enough even with all of the weaving she was forcing him to do, so she needed to buy some more time, even if by just a little. To achieve such a feat she quickly swiped the stun disk out of it's compartment with her free hand and tossed it between the two, shielding her ears and closing her eyes briefly as the disk detonated and rang out with a flash of light and a painful high pitched noise. She then opened up her ears and pointed her gun to where she expected him to be, hoping he was still there and would be feeling the effects of the attack, making him an easy target to finish off with her remaining 6 bullets in the clip.

Another disk was thrown, too late to back out now he was within range, as he thrust his arm forward it exploded and his arm was thrown off course, his other hand went up to block his eyes from being even more assaulted then they already were and then he stumbled to the side, being thrown off by the weight of his own arm. Pallas went crazy, trying to cover Murphy but Pallas seemed to be out of it as-well. Pallas coverd the front of Murphy's body, until his waistline, the density hard enough to stop a few bullets, but at the danger of shattering Pallas.

As she opened her eyes she saw her opponent stumbling past him. Backpedaling with her feet while putting her focus on him, she raised her gun and fired the last six shots in her clip towards his head. She had no time to use any of her other equipment at the moment and even if she did, another stun wouldn't be as effective now and the other ones would catch her in the crossfire as well. Hopefully this would finish him off.

It wasn't long before his eye switched on to ultra violet so he could see a little bit, still trying to regain his balance he heard six shots fired, Murphy turned as fast as he could, but ended up stumbling over some debris and falling, being his twice, once on the cheek bone, pain exploding but a shallow entry as it hit the edge of Pallas' guard the second hit's him in the forehead, going through and exiting.

The pain was almost unbearable, save for the sweet bliss of adrenaline sending Pallas into overdrive. Pallas moved on his own to Murphy's legs and arms and got him up, turning him and keeping him straight up "we need to jet Pallas, I don't think we can win this one" Murpy raised both his hands up against Pallas' will "I give up".

"You sure are an interesting duo, aren't you?" Allison remarked, keeping her weapon trained on him after having loaded a fresh clip while he was distracted by the pain. "Too bad you messed up there or else it could have been a lot more fun."

"I'm more interested in that device he has on him," Eldwick commented.

"Hmm...fine, fine. I'll let you guys off with a stern warning this time!" She told Murphy with a smile not fitting the life or death situation at hand. "But you better make things more interesting if we ever meet again.

With that she stood back, watching for him to leave and make sure he didn't try any funny business.

Murphy narrowed her eyes at her and nodded "Pallas, get us out of here", suddenly he was enveloped in a reddish pink light "Thank you" Pallas said aloud to both of them. And he was gone.