Jonathan smiled as Ascot almost eagerly began to help. With the water it would allow him to help the saplings roots establish themselves within the earth. “Focus” He said out loud as he imagined the plants roots growing and submerging into the ground. It only took a little while for them to start to move. After a few moments they pulled themselves into the ground. He let out a sigh as they finished and settled. The worms and moles returned to their original size and went about their own business. He took out more seeds and planted them around the area. He focused on them allowing them to grow. Small little plants began to grow. These plants would ward the area against the moles. They sent out a smell into the soil that repelled the moles. He smiled as the roots began to absorb more of the water that Ascot summoned. The water would carry nutrients from the soil into the roots.
“Good job.” He said as he patted Ascot on the shoulder. He noticed the boy looked troubled.
“Something wrong?” He asked as he picked up a rock and began to fiddle with it. Jonathan looked really uncomfortable and it showed. He was use to Ascot but showing any kind of emotion towards the boy was supposed to be a joke. Something that he said when Ascot came and got him. Even though it was a joke then Jonathan couldn’t feel as if now it wasn’t. He did view Ascot as a little brother, even though he was much stronger. He felt as though he should ask Ascot and hoped it didn’t seem too odd.
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Jonathan picked up a few of the sickly looking saplings and took them into a big area. He pretty much took an entire truckload with him. He placed a few special seeds in specific areas of a very large location. He was somewhat saddened that his magic had returned but he would use all the powers he had. He slowly let out a breath as his body relaxed, his eyes closed. “First create a circle in your mind.” He almost chanted out loud. “Second fill the circle with Mana.” He listed off as if recreating a memory long past. “Third visualize your objective.” He said as his eyes popped open and the ground began to move. He summoned the worms from the ground and they began to grow and tear up the ground. Moles did the same thing creating an outer layer of holes, between the areas he wanted.
The holes would help irrigate the water within this area making the trees healthy. Soon after he placed the saplings in each area. He needed water, lots of water. He looked around for a mage to assist him with the elements. Also he didn’t really feel as if he should do all this alone. Jonathan spotted Ascot in the distance and walked over to him. “Hey Kid wanna give me a hand?” He asked Ascot with a smile.
The holes would help irrigate the water within this area making the trees healthy. Soon after he placed the saplings in each area. He needed water, lots of water. He looked around for a mage to assist him with the elements. Also he didn’t really feel as if he should do all this alone. Jonathan spotted Ascot in the distance and walked over to him. “Hey Kid wanna give me a hand?” He asked Ascot with a smile.
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Jonathan could hear Nao as he walked away. The dark parts of him were suppressed with the poison of the Orichalcum within him. Sadly it was mostly sweat out of him earlier when he was really helping out. Now he looked around making sure the people that were working were getting enough hydration. Dehydration was a better killer than him and he had watched good people die from it. He made his way back to the ‘children’ He called them. Even though most were just babes compared to him, even Ascot. True they had raw power but they lacked the experience to wield it wisely. At least that is what he thought about the new recruits. Ascot was just too emotionally hindered, his weakness some would call it. But Jonathan viewed this as one of the only reasons he stuck around in the MPC.
“How are you all holding up?” He asked the group as he handed out water… lots of water.
“How are you all holding up?” He asked the group as he handed out water… lots of water.
@Lucek if you need some minor changes to your picture. Like eye color or hair color. Even clothing... I can try. but I have had problems with the colors white and black.
Also if someone wants to post that would be divine.
Also if someone wants to post that would be divine.
was thinking that everyone in the group was in the same area. Maybe even Doctor Wizard.
As stated before Jonathan loved doing this kind of work. It kept his mind and body busy. He continued to look for survivors and clearing areas once done. He worked almost like a machine and more people joined in as he did. His hands began to bleed from not wearing gloves, from things sticking into him. He had sweat for a few hours now and the day seemed to be getting hotter. He walked over to the watering truck and drank down what seemed like gallons. He let out a sigh of relief as he leaned on the vehicle and only then did he notice the people looking at him. Earlier he had taken off his coat and over shirt. Some would call him strong and well-toned. Although he was nowhere as strong as others he has seen. Not without the help of his blood magic. He used it in ways that made others guess as to his superhuman characteristics. He has never revealed that he could use blood magic to anyone that is still alive.
He could see that Ascot was using magic to materialize and/or reconstitute matter.
“Hey that’s cheating. Work up a sweat kid.” He joked as he walked up and slapped a sweaty hand on Ascot’s back. He seemed more cheery after doing this kind of work which was scary to some. He gathered his things and the Glyph came and allowed him to shower. His ship was almost like a house. Once done he put on some jeans and a cotton shirt. His long hair fell down his back getting the shirt wet. He left most of his things on the ship, although he kept his Katana and his guns with him. He had two different guns as well as the tranquilizer on him. He also had gotten new socks and a cross between hiker shoes and tennis shoes, they were a brown mixture in color. He also had a bag slung over his shoulder as he moved about handing out Gatorade like drinks.
“Don’t think this is a charity you all are working really hard and these are just a small token of your hard work.” Jonathan encouraged everyone helping with the rebuilding process.
“Also don’t overwork yourselves. Working yourselves into stiff hard muscles and cramps the next day isn’t worth it.” He said probably from his own personal experiences. He made his way over to the group that had come with him, most were together.
“So how are you liking this?” he asked as he looked them all over. What was strange is the fact that he wasn’t acting like an asshole but as someone who really cares. He smiled and his eyes almost gleamed with a sparkle of true happiness.
He could see that Ascot was using magic to materialize and/or reconstitute matter.
“Hey that’s cheating. Work up a sweat kid.” He joked as he walked up and slapped a sweaty hand on Ascot’s back. He seemed more cheery after doing this kind of work which was scary to some. He gathered his things and the Glyph came and allowed him to shower. His ship was almost like a house. Once done he put on some jeans and a cotton shirt. His long hair fell down his back getting the shirt wet. He left most of his things on the ship, although he kept his Katana and his guns with him. He had two different guns as well as the tranquilizer on him. He also had gotten new socks and a cross between hiker shoes and tennis shoes, they were a brown mixture in color. He also had a bag slung over his shoulder as he moved about handing out Gatorade like drinks.
“Don’t think this is a charity you all are working really hard and these are just a small token of your hard work.” Jonathan encouraged everyone helping with the rebuilding process.
“Also don’t overwork yourselves. Working yourselves into stiff hard muscles and cramps the next day isn’t worth it.” He said probably from his own personal experiences. He made his way over to the group that had come with him, most were together.
“So how are you liking this?” he asked as he looked them all over. What was strange is the fact that he wasn’t acting like an asshole but as someone who really cares. He smiled and his eyes almost gleamed with a sparkle of true happiness.
Jonathan laid back for a while catching his breath and allowing his focus to return. He could hear a few people breathing near him. Unconscious foes laid out, as he looked them over they looked like good people. His mind ran over the situation and everything that was said. Perhaps these pool fools were being manipulated into doing this. He got up and pulled out magical cuffs and cuffed all three of the people he knocked out together. Feet and hand cuffs were harder to get out of but not impossible. These were magical nullifier handcuffs made out or a special blend of Orichalcum. The interior part of the cuff had an Orichalcum inlay and the outer portion of the cuff was Mithril. In between both of the metals was some kind of meteor metal. These things cost a butt load but they made mages and non-mages easier to handle. He attached a chain to the three and began to walk, he made his way over to Ascot and pat the young man on the shoulder.
“Good job.” Jonathan praised, something rare for him and then smiled; something even more rare. He looked Ascot in the eyes and nodded.
“He said he won but look we are all alive!” He yelled so everyone could hear. “In my book this is a win.” He continued as he handed the chain to Ascot.
“Amethyst.” He spoke into a watch.
“Sir?” A voice could be overheard.
“Scan the battlefield for survivors we need to save as many people as we can. I don’t care if they are close to death or not we save them!” He yelled and his hand shot up to his head. His brain was pounding within his skull. He felt as if the plates in his skull would separate and his brain would come pouring out of his flesh.
“That bastard shot me to get your attention.” Jonathan assumed.
“He wanted to get you out here for some reason. Perhaps they have an advanced scanner and have someone keeping notes of our abilities.” He theorized and shivered.
“They knew enough about me to stop me from doing anything really helpful. This Orichalcum had to come from somewhere. I will ask around and see if anyone knows anything. Again don’t let this get you down or I’ll have to kick your ass.” He joked as he moved around looking for people. Anyone else that could still be alive and need help. The attack had crippled most of the area. He could see small fires here and there. He was sad to see this but didn’t show it on his face. He was cold and collected once again becoming the asshole that everyone knew him as. He helped a few people that were trapped under rubble escape. Lifting big rocks and using leverage to his advantage.
“Strength means nothing if it rebounds back. Speed is great as long as one gets all the small details.” He thought, his masters words ringing in his head. He knew it was strange to be thinking of these words but it helped him move forwards. Like a machine he worked, his magic was gone and his muscles were getting tired. Something he hadn’t felt in a very long time. It made him feel alive in a way. The pain that he was in and couldn’t just heal. His wounds were healed enough so that doing these things wouldn’t bring him down.
Sweat beaded over his skin. He looked up and realized that the sun was huge. Well, maybe it was always that size but damn it is a hot day.
“Good job.” Jonathan praised, something rare for him and then smiled; something even more rare. He looked Ascot in the eyes and nodded.
“He said he won but look we are all alive!” He yelled so everyone could hear. “In my book this is a win.” He continued as he handed the chain to Ascot.
“Amethyst.” He spoke into a watch.
“Sir?” A voice could be overheard.
“Scan the battlefield for survivors we need to save as many people as we can. I don’t care if they are close to death or not we save them!” He yelled and his hand shot up to his head. His brain was pounding within his skull. He felt as if the plates in his skull would separate and his brain would come pouring out of his flesh.
“That bastard shot me to get your attention.” Jonathan assumed.
“He wanted to get you out here for some reason. Perhaps they have an advanced scanner and have someone keeping notes of our abilities.” He theorized and shivered.
“They knew enough about me to stop me from doing anything really helpful. This Orichalcum had to come from somewhere. I will ask around and see if anyone knows anything. Again don’t let this get you down or I’ll have to kick your ass.” He joked as he moved around looking for people. Anyone else that could still be alive and need help. The attack had crippled most of the area. He could see small fires here and there. He was sad to see this but didn’t show it on his face. He was cold and collected once again becoming the asshole that everyone knew him as. He helped a few people that were trapped under rubble escape. Lifting big rocks and using leverage to his advantage.
“Strength means nothing if it rebounds back. Speed is great as long as one gets all the small details.” He thought, his masters words ringing in his head. He knew it was strange to be thinking of these words but it helped him move forwards. Like a machine he worked, his magic was gone and his muscles were getting tired. Something he hadn’t felt in a very long time. It made him feel alive in a way. The pain that he was in and couldn’t just heal. His wounds were healed enough so that doing these things wouldn’t bring him down.
Sweat beaded over his skin. He looked up and realized that the sun was huge. Well, maybe it was always that size but damn it is a hot day.
@ Renny
This is how I imagined the zombie biting into her. Maybe its just me. >.>
Teeth dug deeply into her flesh creating tiny pools of blood. Undead have no restrictions when it comes to biting strength. Quickly he pulled his head back bringing a clump of flesh and tendons with the bite. Sadly he hit her carotid artery and blood sprayed all over. As if getting off on the sight of blood the undead’s eyes rolled back in its head. Slowly he began to chew on the chunk, moving down back to her neck; it was like someone following a spaghetti noodle.
This is how I imagined the zombie biting into her. Maybe its just me. >.>
Teeth dug deeply into her flesh creating tiny pools of blood. Undead have no restrictions when it comes to biting strength. Quickly he pulled his head back bringing a clump of flesh and tendons with the bite. Sadly he hit her carotid artery and blood sprayed all over. As if getting off on the sight of blood the undead’s eyes rolled back in its head. Slowly he began to chew on the chunk, moving down back to her neck; it was like someone following a spaghetti noodle.
Sorry it took me so long to post. I was visiting some old friends.
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