Arcanaut

The Dust: Relaunch

How about my creature?

Skiev

Name:Skiev
Species:Hollow Worm
Rarity:Uncommon
Behavior:Aggressive, Nocturnal
Location(s):Exclusive to Sandy Dunes
Key Points:

• grow up to 3 feet in length
• bloodsuckers
• attack in swarms
• afraid of fire

The Skiev is a swarm class worm hollow that have hyper evolved from the old world Macrobdella decora better known as leeches, to survive their now much dryer environment. Primarily located near the south end of the continent by Dead-End, Skievs live far from roads inside the giant dunes that make up the yellow zone. Their habitats extend as far as the less populous areas around Forbes but there have allegedly been sightings as far north as Wolf Water. These highly aggressive critters will swim through the dirt at around 20 mph when they are ready to attack their prey and will circle them in the sand similar while they take turns jumping at their prey attempting to latch on. Once one has successfully grabbed hold the rest will soon follow until they have sucked their victim dry. As terrifying as these creatures are, if you are able to seek shelter even if it's inside a car you should be safe. If this is not an option it is recommended you find a stone to stand on and carry a torch with you and wait until dawn. While something as small as a torch won't dissuade the creatures from attacking, burning one is the safest and quickest way of getting a Skiev to let go once they've attached themselves to you. Skievs tend to swim in schools of 30-50 all though it is hard to get a specific number due to their method of hunting.

The Dust: Relaunch

Alright, took more refining than I thought but I believe my character sheet is presentable now. I am aware that in my backstory my character does become awakened yet there is no extended part on that. In thread reason is that it only happened once and when it was done Roland was unconscious until it was over and hasn't used it since. In actuality it's due to me having further questions about what is/isn't allowed for the Awakened form and not wanting it to be misconstrued as me procrastinating posting my sheet.

Character Sheet

Basics

Name:Roland Chambers
Age: 34
Appeared Age:34-67 (dependent on how obscured face is)
Height:6'3''
Weight:200 lbs
Eye Color: When Roland mutated his irises turn an amber yellow color, while his pupils became more oblong, dilating to light in a manner similar to a cat or a snake.

My Hider

Hair Color: Grey
Physical Disabilities: While usually not a hindrance the place that Roland was stabbed during his crucifixion will be a source of pain strong enough to be distracting if he extensively uses his powers or takes blood thinners. It also tends to agitate him when there's going to be a storm.
Physical Identifiers:

• Scar over left eye, scars from puncture wounds on the lower abdomen, wrists and ankles
• Brand over left pectoral muscle of a broken circle; looks similar to the Quake logo.
• grey hair
• Longinus

Appearance:Once one looks closer at the scruffy grey haired man and realize he isn't geriatric they might think he's ruggedly handsome with his square jaw, trimmed beard and action hero like scar. If for whatever reason they saw him undressed they'd probably be shocked by the myriad scars across his torso and legs that were earned through years of torture and combat, including the brand that nearly cover his left pectoral muscle.

face

clothing

Roland's usual wear is camouflage fatigues similar to ones he wore while a scout for The Soulless. Usually keeping the sleeves rolled up for air circulation and unhindered mobility, Roland also possesses a webweave harness he uses to carry his essentials and weapons if he somehow lost his backpack. He also possesses a scarf he uses not just to block sand and to work as a light poncho, but to conceal his Longinus when he goes into town. Like many other people across Dust Roland wears fingerless gloves so that he may fire his gun without being slowed down.

Background

Residence:Wanderer
Profession: Bounty Hunter/Mercenary
Aligned Faction: Neutral. While Roland doesn't bear a grudge against anyone, The Forsaken see him as a traitor while other factions see him as a member of The Forsaken. This usually leads to him being hated by just about everyone.
Relatives: None

Backstory

Roland the slave, Roland the dog, Roland the conscript, Roland the warrior, Roland the Immortal, Roland the Optio, Roland the Soulless, Roland the Broken. These are but a few of the titles Roland has amassed in his lifetime. When Roland was five years old when The Forsaken raided his small village and took him as a spoil of war where he was first used as both a prostitute and as a 'squire' for those in gladiatorial games, cleaning up the messes left behind after the bouts and helping the competitors to gather their equipment as well as 'ease their nerves.' During one such incidence in which one of his masters forced himself upon Roland they became violent sooner than usual and in the moment, Roland bit their manhood off, proceeded to claw out their eyes, and tear into their jugular leaving the man dead mere minutes before his battle. Seeing promise in the boy Roland soon found himself in The Forsaken's hodge-podge army where he learned how to fight and live off the land. Roland was a clever child and soon rose up the ranks over the years through tactics that were considered suicidal even by The Forsaken's standards and was no longer a conscript and rose to the rank of officer and as such, earned the right to literacy.

Roland was an exemplar of The Forsaken's culture who had earned the right to be a gladiator at Forbes' grand stadium, though not under the circumstances he imagined. His first match? The legitimate child of the first man he had murdered. Ever since Roland's first kill it had become easier and easier for him to dehumanize those he was slaying, those he'd aid in capturing to work the mines. The realization had left him feeling sick for days leading up to the match until it finally came. After a long and drawn out battle, Roland had finally defeated his opponent, without having to slay him. However when his back was turned the opponent then revealed he had strapped dynamite to himself blowing himself up only a few short meters away from Roland. It was at this point Roland's abilities revealed themselves allowing himself to form a shield that took the brunt of the impact, the rest of it sending him across the field from the battered but alive, revealing that the nausea and cold sweat he had before the fight wasn't just the jitters, but symptoms of his transformation. Now known as an Immortal Roland was seen as too essential to be used as entertainment and was place back into the military to hone his ability while securing the king's interests. Drunk on power and fame Roland found it easier than ever to suppress his conscious and with his new abilities, Roland made a meteoric rise through the Legion and social echelons. Eventually he was chosen to be a member of The Soulless, the best of the best where he received new training in not just the Longinus, but espionage and special tactics. He was to be The king's hand, imparting his will above Roland's own, by any means necessary if need be.

During one of their intensive training regiments they were to be buried alive and have to dig their ways out or die trying. While Roland made it out easily thanks to his abilities and soon enough others did too. Surprisingly enough a majority of unit were also able to break free of their coffins and make their way out of the sand. Or so it had first seemed. When the others of his unit congratulated each other and went to go feed and fuck in celebration Roland had stayed behind to admire his handiwork and have a smoke when he heard muffled screaming which he had realized was the smallest and weakest of his unit, Eobard. While he wasn't the strongest or the fastest or even the bravest, Eobard had joined the ranks of The Soulless by having a natural inclination towards medicine and with formal training could be a doctor. Despite his role as their unit's medic Roland was just as ready as the rest of his unit to leave him behind after all, he was unable to get out of his grave, he'd just wind up in one somewhere else right? Even still Roland was hesitant to walk away and that's when he heard it again. The voice that he had first heard in the hallway before his first gladiatorial bout. The voice that had pleaded with him every time he got into a fight, saw a hungry child, a three legged puppy and a sad whore. Uriel the Merciful. A schizophrenic manifestation of what was left of his conscience, Roland had spent the years since he had first gained his powers using every vice and drug under the sun to try and suppress their voice but when they did it didn't seem to be because of anything Roland would do. Please, Uriel pleaded, Save this one. Even if you won't do it because it's right you know he's valuable! You know what he can do! After much dragging of his feet and listening to Eobard's sobbing Roland finally conceded on the agreement that if Uriel would be quiet until Roland called for them Roland would save the wimp. In a few seconds Roland had dispersed the sand entombing Eobard and even tore open his coffin. While Eobard had first cowered thinking that Roland was going to kill the manchild himself he had instead grabbed him and pulled him out, telling him to hurry up when the blond haired, sun-burned scarecrow of a man asked him why he saved him, Roland simply said, "Well I reckon that it'd be a mighty big shame if someone as smart as you died in such a stupid way."

When Eobard reminded him that the others would kill them in an even more horrible way Roland devised the brilliant of deciding not to tell them anything. Through out the rest of training Roland would help Eobard with the more physical aspects of their training while Eobard the more intellectual. Over time Roland learned that their medic had a similar story to his. Eobard had been taken as a slave when his family was on his way to Forbes from Fairbury to pick up cadmium when raiders struck. 10 years old at the time Eobard was just starting his apprenticeship with his father when he was captured and put through many of the same trials and tribulations that Roland himself was, his only saving grace was his rudimentary medical knowledge proved he was too useful to put on the front lines when he was conscripted where eventually he ended up where he was. By the time their training was done the two were genuine friends who would not see each other for some time as Eobard was to be part of the medical corps while Roland would become a scout serving The Forsaken as a scalpel rather than cleaver.

After countless missions serving the king's will, the elite soldier was ordered to be part of a century of Soulless Ones to attempt reconnaissance north of Quinton, past the endless white obelisks that warn all those who might pass that they were entering into foreign territory. Edenite territory. They were only three miles into the land when they struck- still able to see the border between the two lands. Their enemies were unseen and they were slaughtered by the dozens. It was then that Roland transformed into his Awoken form and after that, he remembered nothing else, aside from waking up far from the site of the slaughter in the remains of what looked to be a black, broken chrysalis. After finally getting his bearing and realizing he was near the outskirts of Quinton, Roland resupplied what he could in Quinton he returned to the border to see his entire century wiped out.

Taking this news straight to Ironhold he was immediately called a liar, a coward and a traitor. His punishment to be death by crucifixion. Stripped naked and nailed to a cross, Roland was pierced with his own Longinus and was to have a slow and agonizing death. It was during this time where what little strength Roland had was spent using his powers to keep his guts from spilling out and finally ready to die when the guard who was assigned to watch over him in case he escaped suddenly had his brains blown across the sun scorched land. It was him. Eobard. It had seemed while Roland had spent most of his time in foreign territory fighting for king and country
Eobard had slowly been rising through the ranks until he became one of the King's physicians. Using his own Longinus to remove the spikes Eobard sneaked him into the medical wing of the King's fortress for aid. Unable save Roland by himself Eobard was able to convince them that having an Immortal owe you a life debt was sure to pay off and so surgery commenced. After weeks of treatment where he was confined to a bed (that was often hurriedly sneaked somewhere else) where the only other 'person' he had to talk to was Uriel.
It was during this time that Roland was taught about a different form of honor, of helping those weaker than yourself, not just so that you may exploit them, but so that their life is easier. When Roland finally recovered his strength, he decided that for him to understand this strange being's way of thinking (and finally shutting them up) he must go out and experience it for himself before truly deciding what is the true way of honor. Drawing the blade, or never unsheathing it.

Gear

Weapons:

• The Calvary: A Colt Python .357 magnum caliber revolver, Roland rarely uses this but keeps it around with good reason. this behemoth is easy to load and enough stopping power to slow a weaker hollow long enough to change the course of a battle. Is kept strapped to his right thigh.
• Plumbata: Three weighted darts about the length of Roland's forearm, they are strapped onto his vamprace, ready for him to launch at a moment's notice
• Bowie Knife:Just a simple bowie knife usually used for non-combat purposes but still ready if need be.
• Longinus: named after the Roman soldier who pierced the side of Christ with his spear, the Longinus is the trademark weapon of The Soulless. Originally artifacts from the old world their original purpose wasn't as weapons, but were in fact were used for construction of deep sea labs and deep mines, made up of highly dense graphene and nanotubes, that are telescopic in nature. However the Forsaken weren't interested in space-age ways of keeping mines from collapsing but kick-ass spears that were nigh-indestructible and could shift the placements of blades at a moments notice through the usage of three dials that are on the handle. Such an elegant weapon for a more civilized age is hard to come by and even harder to master, and because of this are reserved for the elite of the elite among The Forsaken and as such has become not only an exotic weapon but a badge of office...And a harbinger of death. In practical terms, the Longinus is a double ended spear that can extend to a maximum of fourteen feet that has blades not only on both ends, but blades that can emerge at each joint/lock of a segment allowing for an unpredictable and deadly weapon. For a rough idea of what one may look at, compare the combi-stick from the movie franchise, Predator.
  
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Armor: Roland possesses the bare minimum of armor preferring to be fast enough to get behind cover before the enemy has their sights on him. The only armor that Roland wears is a vamprace on his left arm and a knee pad on his right leg.
Ammunition:

• Dirty Rounds: .357 rounds x24
• High Grade Rounds:
• Heavy Ammunition:Dynamite x1

Backpack :

• One week of trail rations
• rope
• medkit
• sleeping roll
• duct tape
• Grappling hook
• Pot
• Tarp
• cigarettes
• blood thinners
• Bike clips
• dynamite

Webweave Belt:Cantina, Lighter, Monocular, flashlight, Longinus (left front side), Bowie knife (back of the waist, horizontally)

Immortalis Information

Manifested Phenomena: Telekinesis
Unique Abilities:

• Swift as a Coursing River/With All The Force of a Great Typhoon- Roland is able to use his telekinesis to drastically increase his strength and agility, being able to smash through a support column and leap onto a small building in a single bound, or run twice his normal sprinting speed.
• Gremlin- By touching an object, Roland can interact with the smaller parts of it, be it causing a gun to jam, unlocking a door, or activating switches that he can't directly touch.
• Telephone- Roland is able to 'tune' items indirectly so long as he is touching something that is touching it. With each subsequent item, different material, and distance what he can do weakens.

Strengths:

• Mysterious as the Dark Side of the Moon- Roland's training as a scout for The Soulless allows him to sneak into just about anywhere, and track people and animals with ease.
• Elegant Savage- Roland is a master of melee able to engage a roomful of armed people with nothing but a chair leg and walk out with hardly a sweat.

Weaknesses:

• Muh Honor- While he isn't always challenging people these days, when Roland is directly challenged by another person he will refuse to back down no matter how bad the odds are. At other times Roland will refrain from using his powers to keep things 'fair' in the process recklessly himself, and potentially others, rather than just using his powers to end the battle quickly and decisively.
• Infamous- People who recognize his Longinus will recognize him as a member of The Soulless of The Forsaken and treat him accordingly, while The Forsaken themselves will treat him as a traitor guilty of the highest treason.
• Hands on Approach- While Roland's abilities are strong he struggles to move anything that he isn't touching be it directly or indirectly. The strongest/fastest use of his ranged-ability when not channeling through a conduit is the retrieval of small items that he has usually already launched such as his darts or his Longinus.
• Sentimental Type- Despite it being perhaps the toughest thing to survive the apocalypse, Roland will go charging into a burning building if it means his Longinus is still inside and will usually put other things on hold while he searches for his beloved weapon.

The Dust: Relaunch [Post Apoc, Superpowers, Shapeshifting, Creative Freedom]

@Arcanaut

I have allowed teleportation before, and a few character can do something quite similar to that. One character with an electricity affinity, in her awakened state can become basically teleport a short distance almost immediately (rather, in a flash) by becoming a bolt of lightning. Another character, may she rest in peace, could become a distortion of light particles and "teleport" (move rapidly, but untargetable) a short distance. Each power lasts about 2 seconds, and it a very constrained thing, not to be used often. Maybe twice in a normal fight. It's kind of a "last resort" thing, to keep the balance.

@Aeonumbra

@Aeonumbra
That's a good call, as well as the awakened state since if you can use it willingly then what's the point of ever exiting it?

Ability based questions: My question (since I've basically been salivating over this world and ended up with a rough outline of a character) Is if its the character's only power would it be able to be used more often? And while we're on the subject of quantuum entanglement could space be considered a category light electricity and sand were in your previous version of this? The way I see it is it could be interpreted as the the lower levels of the space arcanum if you're familiar with White Wolf's tabletop game Mage: The Awakening. The cliff notes version would be slowing down objects that are being shot at said character or perception modification. Here's a site that has some examples of the milder stuff though much of it is either redundant or not applicable to to this world http://www.thesubnet.com/portal/wod2/mtaw/ArcanaSpa.html

Faction based questions:Regarding The Forsaken, how attached to the Roman Empire are they? Are they like Caesar's Legion from Fallout: New Vegas or are they just the biggest group of raiders who think it's a kickass name? Is their army organized or are they like a giant pack of wolves, killing the biggest and toughest to be in charge of their particular group?

The Dust: Relaunch [Post Apoc, Superpowers, Shapeshifting, Creative Freedom]

I'm interested in this but for clarification how strong are powers capable of being? For example, would personal teleporation be copacetic or is it a no no?

Conduits (infamous based RP)

Name: Peter Stillman

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Appearance:

Personality: Idealistic to the point where it borders naivety Peter's enthusiasm to learn more and uncover the truth can lead him to appear reckless and headstrong, perhaps even a bit daft. Despite this these qualities have helped him in his career in journalism. Unlike many people, he's quite giddy when it comes to his abilities and extensively practices with them.

Powers/Capabilities: Shadow Conduit - While Peter manipulates one of the more nebulous materials the end results are similar to what most conduits do, using his ability to create constructs, use shadows to facilitate transportation in various ways. While he hasn't been able to turn into a shadow form yet, from the information he's found it seems every conduit is able to manifest in the form of the matter they manipulate.

Background: Peter was there when the beast suddenly appeared in Empire City to destroy it. Being one of the lucky few that escaped its destruction Peter needed to find out why a giant naked molten man came and destroyed his city. When Peter started digging and in the process found the link between the mystery illness and the molten man he was discovered by a fringe group of the remnants of The First Sons who attempted to silence him an in the process unlocked his abilities allowing him to escape. Peter has since been living in New York City using his abilities to investigate the DUP and find out what they do in the shadows.

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

@ConstantineDon't worry about it. In the meantime Darcs and I came up with some more stuff that should give everyone some room for writing.

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

There were many things that didn't set right with Daniel as the group made their way back to the shore: Kanoa's habit of withholding information, the freakish glowing arm growing out of Jackson's face, and the method of drug delivery that Mary had used. Judging by the way no one freaked the fuck out over the festering protrusion of Jackson's, Danny would have to believe that he had shared it at the pow-wow that Danny had missed or they more focused on getting the boy back home safely. Danny knew that he should be focused on helping the boy they found but as they reached the surface, he couldn't help but think about the kitsune, Yui.

Yui. Jesus Christ she has a name. If everything goes tits up and it comes down to the wire can we really deal with her? Can I? It's not exactly like they have courts or jails for supernatural creatures do they? Would they understand? She looked to be in the same condition as the boy. And why are you sympathizing with her anyway? It's not exactly like you know her do you? No. You don't have to know the people involved to tell when murder is murder, and the last thing I'm going to do is decapitate someone...to keep them from hurting another person? What if Yu- this creature does this again? What if they learn how little they can help the people they hurt and use it as a justification to eat everything? This whole thing stinks. Until Kanoa gives us more information I'm dead in the water. Heh. Dead in the water. The small smile that escaped his lips caused him a minor bout of soreness causing him to realize he had been scowling so deeply that his face had practically locked up.

And so when he finally found his way onto the bank of the lake, he was rubbing his face. "You may want to hold off on drawing, Jackson. We need to get these two someplace proper. I'd like to call an ambulance for our missing person, but if what Kanoa said is true, we need to hang onto him until he's strong enough to survive on his own. As for....the other one. There's this old abandoned cannery by the coastline. It's slightly burned down but it will offer a dry enough place and no one will go snooping while we figure out what to do next."

Scooting back onto shore after emerging from the near frozen depths of the lake, Mary found in her body a peculiar blend of shooting pain, and tingling numbness. She couldn't differentiate the causes of each sensation between the residue of the high-grade sedatives coursing through her body, and the blistering beginnings of hypothermia that assaulted her skin, now paled to a ghostly white.

Recovering her clothing from behind August, Mary gave a shrug-- a shivering shrug-- as if to quel her own fears and respond in a subtle manner to her cohorts. Mary was beyond a point of question how Orion was still standing after his nude dip-- or what song he was playing. If she hadn't just made out with a magical fox girl, maybe she would have asked him to play some... Guy Clark?

No, not Old No.1...

But again, she had just made out with a magical fox demon thing. Her name was Yui. And Mary had basically just sexually assaulted and roofied her in one motion, and then swam through freezing water, using her gills, while her magical acquaintances used magic to carry the bodies of the guy they'd just saved and Yui through the water.

She was shivering, her jeans felt like lead ice, the leather jacket provided no warmth, and her bra was muddy-

-but GODS DAMN if she didn't feel... alive!

No! Don't smile idiot! They can't KNOW you're happy or... what else was it she felt as warm blood hit her think pan.

Anger?

Repress the sanguine and the choleric...

Right! Of course! Maintaining appearances, Mary fell into a more natural looking slightly-disappointed-but-sort-of-neutral face, and walked, or more accurately, waddled, over to Jackson and Dan(NARC)ny. Orion seemed to be just finishing up, and there was an exchange held between the three.

"I'm inclined to agree with our little police spy, here-- at least in the no ambulance regard." Resting a dripping elbow on Danny's shoulder, she continued, "How well do you think a paramedic is going to buy the whole 'Oh, you know, it was all a magical fox' excuse?" She tilted her head, not waiting for an answer, "Seriously, we might be the only ones even able to see the tails, at least three of us are on this guy's Dad's watch-list and like... what club even meets on a Saturday? I wouldn't even be up this early if I didn't think there was some chance I'd get kiss a magical entity today--."

Danny shrugged off her elbow. "Alright what the hell is your problem? You've been giving me dirty looks since I got here. What did I ever do to you!?"

Mary rolled her eyes, "Problem?" She parroted, "Problem with the fact that we're basically doing your Dad's job while he hunts down druggies and tinkerers?" She glanced to August, "Nah, no problem."

"You said so yourself that we'd be the only ones who could spot the supernatural. So how were you expecting to find that guy over there if he was in what everyone else would think was just a tree? And so what if he's concerned with whether people may possibly fry themselves or end up selling to kids, what does that have to do with me?"

Mary stretched her arms, as if to say 'look around!' "I'm not expecting them to breath underwater! Apparently all we needed was a basic family recipe from Kanoa for that. I'm just saying-- I don't even see any police tape! How long did the investigation last even? A day? A week?"

Pointing in the direction they arrived at the lake from, she carried on, with steadily increasing volume, "There was TONS of stolen shit back there! You're telling me NO store cameras caught an unidentified dude shoplifting? That store owners didn't ever report any stolen inventory? Dude, just..." She tossed her arms up, "I'm basically fucking high RIGHT NOW and that seems like a huge fuck up! On like, everyone's part..."

Danny's voice easily matched hers in volume, and as he spoke, loose branches cracked and fell, the dirty and mud along the bank deteriorated as his rage grew. "You're really going to wonder why people can't identify a shapeshifter? When it comes to petty thefts people don't think 'oh hey this missing bracelet must obviously be the work of a demon from The Far East! And while we're at it, there have been searches. Whole lines of people linked hand in hand scouring the forest since Ramon -that's his name- Ramon Diaz went missing. Though I'm sure you missed it what with being in that graveyard all the time. Besides! Even someone like me can whammy a camera to make static appear to get by cameras. And by the way, don't try to lecture people on major lapses in logic when you were busy ramming your tongue down some person's throat not five minutes ago."

"Pffft," Mary scoffed, "Better police work than apparently all of Oakenheim could pull off!" Mary pointed to the sleeping form of Yui, "Seriously, LOOK at her; shapeshifter or not, there's no way she managed to steal as much as she did and get knocked cold that easy!"

"And what's that suppose to mean? That mackin' on them right then and there while we were getting answers was the way to go? For fucks sake that stuff could of easily have put you down for the count and then we'd have another person to worry about if the shit hit the fan!"

Mary struck an exaggerated shy pose and did her best imitation of Danny's voice, "M-my name's Danny, Fox-chan... w-what's yours???" She gave a dry laugh, "She abducted our dear, sweet, precious Ramon here, and you guys we're practically riding her tails from the get go![/color]"

"Well gosh, Mary, you're right!" Danny said his voice dripping with sarcasm. "In fact, we should just slay 'the beast' right here!" Drawing his Kuhkri he threw it at her feet, the blade sinking until it was halfway in the dirt. "Go ahead, Joan of Arc! Go ahead and liberate us from this horror! After all, it's no big deal to take a life, right?"

Mary's smile was piquant, "If I'm Joan of Arc... then why were you the one that came here with an actual sword, dude?" Delicately plucking the word from the dirt, she tossed the thing back to the ground before Danny, "I don't wanna kill her if we don't have to, Narc-o, but if she gets the strength-- she can hypnotize us, or whatever-- and then we all end up like poor, sweet, innocent Ramon!"

Mary shifted in her puddle of cold river water, "You were literally offering to let her feed off of you-- she's got enough drugs to put half of town out for a day-- and you wanted to make her stronger!?" Stills shivering, Mary gave something of a cheeky smile, "I'm just saying, homes, maybe don't think as much with your dick next time, y'know?"

Danny blushed but remained stalwart. "If she- it doesn't eat they'll end up dying and there's plenty of questions I've got. Or did you forget about the fact that she said all the animals disappeared from the forest? I don't know about you but that's pretty god damn suspicious if you ask me and a little quid pro quo goes a long way."

Mary's ire died as she listened to what he had to say-- he was right, they needed her awake-- she wouldn't admit he was right out loud, she still resented him-- or rather, her perception of what he represented-- but she could at least agree with him in that they needed to somehow speak to the sexy Japanese fox girl, "So like, shouldn't we give her a plant instead? To give her just enough energy? I don't know, maybe tie her up somewhere first?"

Danny shook his head, taking the time to calm himself down. It had seemed she had tricked him into talking about what seemed to now be their captive to change the subject. Well that's what he got for not staying cool-headed. Taking a breath Danny returned to his normal volume and with it, the cacophony of destruction around them."We've seen that it hardly contains enough energy, even those bio-luminescent plants aren't that effective. It may delay her dying of starvation but it definitely won't earn anything more than spite. We all know she's a predator, and predator's can't subsist only on plants. As for tying her up? I'd rather not use rope as she could probably burn right through it and unless you know the location of any sort of weird sex dungeon, I'll lift some cuffs they use for patients at the county hospital. Police cuffs are way too easy to slip out of."

"Fiiine," Mary heaved an exasperated sigh into the air of the swaying trees above the group, she hadn't noticed their gentle dance with the escalation of her conversation with Danny, "But like, I still think we should keep her on some blue lotus, if only to make sure she doesn't murder us all..."

Mary placed a hand to her forehead as the reality of what she had just said collided with her diminishing frustration, blue lotus high, hypothermia, and child-like wonder. She felt like orange juice and toothpaste. "Jesus, I need a smoke," she muttered.

She shook her head, as f the thoughts were the still brisk and icy drops of water clinging to her short, dark hair.

She really needed to get better at that whole 'repression' thing.

Or maybe just trying to get what your feelings even are?

Mary's attention returned to the world, significantly chilled mentally. And shaking physically. "But yeah. Blue flowers for the fox. Sedate that bitch. And stuff. So, like... I guess... I don't know... I... can handle that...?"

Danny shook his head. "No way. According to August too much of that stuff will leave brain damage in the long term and the last thing we need is to deal with a vegetative -no pun intended- person. I still think we should grab some though in case she start's chucking fireballs. Maybe make some for syringes? While you may have no qualms about getting up close and personal with Yui- er the kitsune we'll need something a bit more fast acting. To use for emergencies only." Picking up his Kuhkri Danny did a small flourish to rid it of the dirt before returning it to his scabbard, and that to his backpack, and while there pulled out a picnic blanket and a towel, tossing the latter to wannabe gangster.

"I imagine it will be hard gathering plants when you're freezing your ass off. If we're going to do this, we're going to need to move fast." Daniel added, a flame in his eye that had been lacking until now. "The best way to do this if we divided into two teams, one for handling Yui and the other for making sure Ramon gets stabilized. Me, Maxwell and August will head down to the abandoned cannery and get a 'cell' rigged up while Kanoa and the rest take care of Ramon while you head back and gather plants. Try not to touch anything you don't know of until Kanoa can backtrack and help with anything too bad. Jackson could probably aid you in case of security and getting back if his outdoorsmanship is as good as he claims." After a moment of dressing himself in his previous clothing Danny asked the rest of the group, "Anyone have objections?"

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

I'll be free if anyone wants to collab tomorrow.

@Darcs

I'd like to do one with Mary and Danny since I feel like this has been boiling over for a long time. I have a feeling it's going to be full on Ali vs Foreman

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

@Darcs If Orion is Steve who is Cecil? Or Carlos? (pbuth)

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

@Tenish the MightyFor real.