@Zanavy To be fair, the door breaking down seems like something extremely important for the NPCs to respond to :P
Take your time and post when you're ready :)
Take your time and post when you're ready :)
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@Chimera Awesome! ^_^ How'd it go?
@Dawnscroll Your character's font is really hard to read against a dark grey background - could you possibly make it slightly brighter? :)
So much for the door :P
So much for the door :P
@Leos Klien I forgot to do that in my original post - for simplicity, I'm going to retcon the gems into being gone at the end of the collab after Alain settled down, just to put an end to all of this tomfoolery. They served their purpose :P
I really should do something about that locked door, shouldn't I? :P
@Leos Klien Not any more :P
Also, I've been meaning to show you this video of the old Karthus animations :P
Also, I've been meaning to show you this video of the old Karthus animations :P
@Eklispe Are you happy to take control of Charity when she comes to find you? You know what would calm down Vuduin best, and although she can't communicate with you directly, her empathy (psychic and otherwise) should help in that respect.
And so the post finally arrives :P
As the gypsy continued hurling insults towards her dinner companions, Seras swivelled towards Charity. “Who does this woman think she is, exactly?” Within the privacy of their mental connection, her voice was livid. “Setting asides the issue of what our powers actually do, none of us are heroes - we’re all common people with lives of our own. Should we throw all of that away when someone blows the war horn because of our blessing?”
“She raises a fair point,” countered Charity, “as tastelessly as it was delivered. Suppose that the mayor requested your assistance, or that the Hoenn League asked for the avatars’ support. Would you be willing to fight if the public demanded it?”
She thought back to her earlier conflicts that day. The first had been fought for her own protection, pushing back after the dive-bombing from Wells. The second had been to protect innocent bystanders, which had been enough to push herself into disrupting an actual battle. And the last had been an act of selfishness, but nonetheless, for the peace and wellbeing of everyone around the table tonight. Would she be willing to got through all that again if someone made her step into the battle?
Possibly.
“Not because they demanded it, that’s for certain. I would support anyone who genuinely needs protection, but only to the extent that anyone can make that decision for themselves, not because some conceited idiot branded us ‘heroes’. I refuse to be dehumanised because of my powers.”
As the gypsy stole wine from Tantalus, setting aside the slightest pretence of civility, Seras reached a conclusion.
Well, with that precedent firmly set…
While the other avatars squabbled in return and rain clouds broke out overhead, Seras fixed her gaze on the scepter. Much like its owner, it was garish, vulgar and entirely unsuited for a conversation among peers. With a gentle whisper of her power, she began experimentally directing energy towards the scepter’s jewel. Manipulating a foreign gemstone was a delicate matter - unlike her own diamonds, the scepter’s jewel was rather cheap and riddled with internal imperfections. One careless push would shatter the gemstone along a fault line, and while that would certainly have the desired effect, destroying another person’s possession seemed uncalled for regardless of the situation.
She took a few moments to practise with her power, experimentally twitching the head of the sceptre in minuscule spirals until content with her control over the foreign gemstone. Right.
“Charity, would you make sure that Vuduin’s alright? I’ll handle the situation here.”
As Charity nodded in assent and teleported away, Seras mentally cracked her knuckles. No peace has the peacekeeper, it seems. By this stage, it seemed too much to hope for them all to have a peaceful festival – there were far too many avatars around with a bone to pick. We’ll have to settle for what little peace we can claim for ourselves.
At least Charity wouldn't shout at her until later.
“Forgive me for intruding,” she noted dryly, “but this has gone far enough. You have come to a peaceful gathering of avatars – perhaps the first one in existence – and made an utter mockery of yourself for the history books. Offering naught but conceited insults, you claim to have wisdom while demonstrating nothing of the kind. Imagine the tales that will be told when they write about the ‘heroes.’”
She gestured at the rain cloud hanging over their heads. The situation really spoke for itself.
“Personally, I’m inclined to disagree with your opinion – none of us are ‘heroes’ to be press-ganged at your whim, but compassionate beings that will support others in both the time and manner of our choosing. We might hold a unique form of power as avatars, but none of us are more capable than a highly-skilled trainer and no more uniquely responsible for the world than, say, the Elite Four.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“But regardless of the wisdom or plain ignorance behind your words – we can discuss that at a later date – I’m afraid that I must impose a measure of decorum. Rather than souring the mood any further by commanding our attention, I suggest that we continue this conversation as equals.”
And without further ado, she reached with her power and shoved. The gemstone at the head of the scepter begun glowing cherry-pink, burning brighter and brighter as she poured as much energy as the jewel could support. Moments later, the scepter tore itself violently from the woman’s hands, flying gemstone-first towards Seras with the force of a bullet before abruptly halting in front of her within comfortable arm’s reach.
I’m afraid that the Fairies mean business.
It wouldn’t be long until the gypsy reclaimed it using her powers, but the message was clear regardless. Grasping her prize by the handle, she offered the scepter to her fellow Fairy. Although Tantalus had shown similar hubris to the gypsy, he’d demonstrated enough courtesy and restraint towards everyone not picking a fight to earn her cautious trust – besides, it was a matter of solidarity.
“Will this be a sufficient down payment for your stolen wine?”
“She raises a fair point,” countered Charity, “as tastelessly as it was delivered. Suppose that the mayor requested your assistance, or that the Hoenn League asked for the avatars’ support. Would you be willing to fight if the public demanded it?”
She thought back to her earlier conflicts that day. The first had been fought for her own protection, pushing back after the dive-bombing from Wells. The second had been to protect innocent bystanders, which had been enough to push herself into disrupting an actual battle. And the last had been an act of selfishness, but nonetheless, for the peace and wellbeing of everyone around the table tonight. Would she be willing to got through all that again if someone made her step into the battle?
Possibly.
“Not because they demanded it, that’s for certain. I would support anyone who genuinely needs protection, but only to the extent that anyone can make that decision for themselves, not because some conceited idiot branded us ‘heroes’. I refuse to be dehumanised because of my powers.”
As the gypsy stole wine from Tantalus, setting aside the slightest pretence of civility, Seras reached a conclusion.
Well, with that precedent firmly set…
While the other avatars squabbled in return and rain clouds broke out overhead, Seras fixed her gaze on the scepter. Much like its owner, it was garish, vulgar and entirely unsuited for a conversation among peers. With a gentle whisper of her power, she began experimentally directing energy towards the scepter’s jewel. Manipulating a foreign gemstone was a delicate matter - unlike her own diamonds, the scepter’s jewel was rather cheap and riddled with internal imperfections. One careless push would shatter the gemstone along a fault line, and while that would certainly have the desired effect, destroying another person’s possession seemed uncalled for regardless of the situation.
She took a few moments to practise with her power, experimentally twitching the head of the sceptre in minuscule spirals until content with her control over the foreign gemstone. Right.
“Charity, would you make sure that Vuduin’s alright? I’ll handle the situation here.”
As Charity nodded in assent and teleported away, Seras mentally cracked her knuckles. No peace has the peacekeeper, it seems. By this stage, it seemed too much to hope for them all to have a peaceful festival – there were far too many avatars around with a bone to pick. We’ll have to settle for what little peace we can claim for ourselves.
At least Charity wouldn't shout at her until later.
“Forgive me for intruding,” she noted dryly, “but this has gone far enough. You have come to a peaceful gathering of avatars – perhaps the first one in existence – and made an utter mockery of yourself for the history books. Offering naught but conceited insults, you claim to have wisdom while demonstrating nothing of the kind. Imagine the tales that will be told when they write about the ‘heroes.’”
She gestured at the rain cloud hanging over their heads. The situation really spoke for itself.
“Personally, I’m inclined to disagree with your opinion – none of us are ‘heroes’ to be press-ganged at your whim, but compassionate beings that will support others in both the time and manner of our choosing. We might hold a unique form of power as avatars, but none of us are more capable than a highly-skilled trainer and no more uniquely responsible for the world than, say, the Elite Four.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“But regardless of the wisdom or plain ignorance behind your words – we can discuss that at a later date – I’m afraid that I must impose a measure of decorum. Rather than souring the mood any further by commanding our attention, I suggest that we continue this conversation as equals.”
And without further ado, she reached with her power and shoved. The gemstone at the head of the scepter begun glowing cherry-pink, burning brighter and brighter as she poured as much energy as the jewel could support. Moments later, the scepter tore itself violently from the woman’s hands, flying gemstone-first towards Seras with the force of a bullet before abruptly halting in front of her within comfortable arm’s reach.
I’m afraid that the Fairies mean business.
It wouldn’t be long until the gypsy reclaimed it using her powers, but the message was clear regardless. Grasping her prize by the handle, she offered the scepter to her fellow Fairy. Although Tantalus had shown similar hubris to the gypsy, he’d demonstrated enough courtesy and restraint towards everyone not picking a fight to earn her cautious trust – besides, it was a matter of solidarity.
“Will this be a sufficient down payment for your stolen wine?”
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