AlexStarsion

Ban the Person above you

Banned for too many Undertale References in a signature.

Spiritum

So are we on discord because for some reason I'm no longer on the Guild's discord channel.... >.>"

EDIT: Also, yay posts!!! Where to next Boss!?

Spiritum

>:3

@Hexaflexagon

Now tell me if i went to far with the Mist stuff, but trying to get a grip on what I can and can't do. Also... Don't you cry!!! *smoothers with love* NNNOOOOO

Spiritum

Hearing Zimmy and Daryll work in tandem made Trent's ears ring. He'd admit, even when he was paired off against them he had been listening to their powers meld behind the thrum of the Crystal's song that they had wiped him out before he had even gotten a spell out. Having the instructor rip into him and Trent blaming his lack of will as a fluke and stage fright had gotten him a lot more physical work then he would have liked to deal with. The only plus was getting Daryll's help with studying afterwards.

As they landed he tuned back into what was falling from the sky, and his eyes locked onto the ship. Before he could call out his idea of bringing the damned thing down Setzer's usual voice was matter-of-fact.

“Here’s the gameplan. Shortest route to the truck is through the thick of these mechanical shits. We punch a hole and run like hell. Hopefully before that big old cruiser points its guns at us.”

Trent sighed and shook his head as he did a fast head count. In all this Mist Mess, he couldn't do anything, usually in the back to take out targets with high leveled magics was what he did best. In this, he was utterly useless. His pistols may as well be pea-shooters. Checking the one in his left hand, he couldn't help but sigh in disgust. They needed cleaned, he forgot, that guns in the Mist Pockets made them useless until cleaned and cleansed.

Chuckling as the princess hit Setzer a few times, he let his laughter drop, made sure both pistols were on safety and starting pulling the Mist little strands at a time. Yeah he would be worthless until they got out of this cluster of unfortunate surrounds.

When Setzer took off at a run, Trent slide down the craters edge and went sprinting after the big guy. Human. Meat. Shield. He'd buy the big guy a drink after this was all said and done. He'd buy him another drink for all the times the big man decided the nerd needed sunlight or he'd be so pale he'd vanish. Trent grinned as they ran, even if he fell back a bit.

With the Mist thinning out to it's slightly more then usual mess, Trent came to a stop and turned on his heel.

"You lot keep going," Trent grinned. It wasn't his normal 'everything will be okay, just tell me what's been happening' smile. "We have guest and my mother did tell me how to treat those un-invited to a party."

He didn't wait for them to argue, but took off into some of the woods drawing a handful of the mechanical beasts with him. Take down the easy prey, well Trent wasn't easy prey at all. A glass cannon maybe, but easy prey he was not.

A note played out in his head, tree roots shooting up to grab at mechincal limbs, blasted away by whatever arm cannons. Another note had shards of ice forming and bouncing off metalic skin. Two more notes and then more and Trent brought his hands up as if conducting an orchestra.

"You lot better be getting to that truck," Trent snapped as he dodged a grabby arm. "Some of these bastards have grabby hands!"

Bringing both hands down, he grinned as gravity intensified slowing the overly large robots down, summoning large icicles around him he grinned and couldn't help but banter to the unresponsive metal heaps, "See, most mages like fire, I like colder spells, the lack of warmth is rather amusing when they expect their lives to end in a moment."

Pulling his arm back as if it were a catapult, he swung it foward with all his might, two went down with ice spearing their mechnical chests, one was frozen in place, the other two droids seemed the least affected by the spell. Taking an arm cannon blast to the chest and having the gravity spell splinter like broken glass as the wind was knocked out of Trent's lungs.

"Oi," Trent coughed. "Not fair..." Said Trent on the ground melted away, the real Trent took off running from where he was using his magic towards the truck. He was panting and covered in sweat, his limbs felt like they were burning from the exsertion of the Mist and the physical workout.

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Breaking out of the woods near the Truck, Trent slamming into it and hugged the thing as best he could, "Oh I missed you, did you miss me!? I don't care if it's a horrible cluck of metal at least you aren't shooting at me..."

Trent turned and watched as Setzer went after his prey and grinned, his eyes though went back to the ship.

"Galahad," Trent panted out. "The ship, even if we take off... Think you can help me summon up a storm to cover our tracks?"

Spiritum

Another pulse and suddenly, silence. Trent couldn't HEAR anything. It was almost like a dog whistle, human ears couldn't pick up on it, couldn't hear it. Trent panicked internally, what could have caused such a thing. Taking a deep shaky breath he didn't move his head but shifted his eyes to the side and listened to the conversation. He could hear how they spoke, but it sounded different as if less background noise made the world less bright. Less.. How Trent saw it, in a sense. Sighing and turning his full attention back to the sky as their conversation came to a close, it was a rushing, much like the ocean waves hitting the shore all at once. Whatever the princess had done, Trent didn't like it. Part of him wondered if it was like when he was at the capitol, with the crystal thrumming in the back of his mind, drowning everything else out. Had he become so lax, so overwhelmed by the outside to not notice something like that? Thoughts for another time.

When he saw the look on Lee's face for just a moment, he liked her even less, but he stomped on that hard and kicked it into the back of his mind. He couldn't make out Colette's tone, it was muted but that didn't make any sense. Galahad had called her a mage, with some vehemence which was rather ironic considering his "teacher" was one himself.

"Gideon she acts like you," Trent muttered his hand still making motions in the Mist but not doing anything with it. Whatever he had heard from the sky was gone now, drown out in the wreckage's Mist's sounds. He kept his eyes on the last place he could pinpoint the war gong and let out a frustrated sigh.

"Is...is there something up there?"

Trent shook his head and looked back down to the ground and his full surroundings. He muttered his reply, "whatever was up there I can't sense. Whatever she did with the Mist seemed to silence the area... It was..." Trent shook his head. He was acting like he was a teenager again, unsure of his way with the Mist and it's flow, but being cut off like that, unsure of his own footing? He didn't like the feeling of powerlessness in this whole surrounding. If he had used his power, he'd have Burnt himself and those around him, he wanted away from this.

"If we're leaving, should I make it look like this place blew up from the leaking Mist," Trent asked through the link. "IF someone is after the... woman, wouldn't do to give them an easy time of it would it?" He wasn't sure what to say to the princess, so he'd focus on the issues around him.

Heading out in front of the group, he made his way up the crater from the crash site, he would wait for the others to get there, "Daryll," Trent spoke up. "You can't teleport with someone can you? I'd rather not get caught in the burst that might come out if I get the okay for destroying the site."

Spiritum

Trent gripped his pistols in a white knuckle hold as he moved away from the others along the wreckage. Burning contents blocked his path in, trees burning at his back and Trent itched to call upon the Mist to put out the fires. All of them. Galahad would have his hide, but the steady sound of a war gong played from the sky, pulsing into his bones and making his teeth chatter. He didn't need to look up to know that something was up there, probably watching their every move, waiting to see if they would be a threat. Another pulse of tone hit Trent and he shook his head. Walking back the way he had come, he started to pull moister from the air and dousing the forest fires little by little.

It was easy enough, minor control for something like this, less taxing on his body to keep himself from burning out. He walked along, dousing the heavy fires and letting some of the minor fires go to keep as a pathway of sorts. He ignored the flames on the aircraft, lest whatever was making the gong noise in the sky notice something odd and do something to reignite it. Again Trent shook his head when Setzer did what he could with the Mist connecting them all together along with the beads Galahad had given them. He kept up his dousing of the flames and listened with half and ear.

It was getting louder now, the notes from the Mist, with more of it leaking out and from what he was probably adding to it, he continued onward and watched as Zimmy vanished from sight and did what she did best. Part of him felt bad for the young woman. She had been excited for most of their class to come to this gathering, he was gratefully it wasn't so. He shrugged as Lee's words came to him as if the other could see his action.

"Who knows," he muttered. He watched Daryll with worried eyes for a moment, it seemed he wasn't the only one on edge here.

“We got a live one here guys.”

"I suggest you get the fuck back."

He chuckled at the others comments but kept silent himself. So far, everything was going alright and then he heard Gideon's voice calling about a frag out. None of them even had grenades on their person, there was no possible way the Prince would do something like that. His power with the Mist wasn't strong enough to even make a Magical Bomb like that. Hell, even thinking of doing that in these conditions would cause one hell of a blast.

He had to bite down on his forefinger to stop the giggles that escaped his lips. Per WARDEN Field Manual, Section 5-52, use of a rock in high density Mist areas was seen as an acceptable protocol to... He cut off that train of thought with more chuckles.

"5-52..." he laughed harder and made sure it wasn't too loud lest he give away what Gideon had done. Putting one gun into his front pocket after checking to make sure the safety was on, he fully turned to look into the sky when he heard the War Gong again. He couldn't see it, but he could hear the Mist whatever was up there was using. His eyes stayed glued up there, free hands making weird gestures waiting for whatever it was to make a move. He'd be ready to make his own against it to defend his classmates.

Spiritum

.... I have had the urge to write... I've been writing a few smaller things... I don't see why not. It would be nice to get everything going again... I'll try but like i told a different RP i haven't had the RP Juices flowing

But... for you lot, I can try again... maybe I should try again with the few other old RPs.... What the hell. Letssa GO!

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Actually... I think I'm going to back out... I haven't... really been in a place to RP. I haven't really had the creative juices to go. I know I'm leaving at a high point and I'm sorry, but I just haven't had the urge the connection. I am sorry.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

So go ahead Shy... I'll think of something...

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

I have NO idea what to post....