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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Interactions: Veil Squad

Elysium Island

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Soen - Monarch

A blur of black smoke raced through the trees, slinging black projectiles of red Lux at armed zombies as it passed by. Jack danced around the gunfire of the undead with the downright unholy speed of his Night Terror spell, never giving them a clear shot as the Shroud orbs stuck to their faces like glue. He was no fool, guns beat magic in a head-on fight, and so he opted to avoid getting too close. Jack wasn't in a position to simply teleport into the crowd and windmill them with his scythe, it was too bright to even attempt.

So one a few zombies were blinded by magic, Jack dashed through them and marked their guns with purple Lux. By the time he was gone, their weapons were stolen away to a place where they wouldn't be easily found. As the Veil squad advanced forward behind him, he took to systematically clearing the way so they didn't waste any time blitzing the mansion. There was no need to stand and fight the foot soldiers.

"Press forward!" Jack circled back around to a ghostly soldier watching their flanks, as well as Naomi and Pearl, one of them being pretty damn mobile herself. They were making decent enough ground that they might just be finished before anyone else, and free to regroup with the others soon. If they didn't get waylaid.

Jack saw the Veil in the distance, sitting in the sand. He could have just charged it, blinding the guards and then hiding behind it to cast the Voidwalk spell, but that was the stupid route. He had a squad with him for a reason.

"There!" He signaled.

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

A hero had to do many things. Not all of those things were combat.

Wiseman was on the ground for this one, he was already awake since no one really knew if he ever slept in the first damn place. He was multitasking like crazy, with holographic screen floating all around him as he took in every single scrap of data there was. Every news feed, every sound off on emergency radios, every text message sent over the internet. It was an ungodly amount of information for one man to take in, but his superhuman abilities made him the ideal person to which this responsibility would fall. And this freed up Alisa to coordinate in other places, allowing the machine to take care of different responsibilities.

He stood between the ambulances with Angel-5, in a checkpoint set up to treat injuries of anyone who had been hurt in the disaster. Every now and then, Wiseman would hand off a bit of information to people who were too distracted to notice it- Another wave of survivors coming in, the chances of another landslide about to happen based on a quick and easy algorithm he had put together with satellite data, and where to divert attention in order to stabilize the terrain.

"Wiseman coming in," Wiseman's voice cut through the radio channels and alerted the hero in the best position. "Terraformer, I'm sending you coordinates. That is the point the landslide originated from, and it is likely to cave in further. You have at least thirteen minutes before that becomes a possibility."

Angel-5 sweeped over a few injured bodies, taking over for hasty paramedics.

"Oracle, use your foresight to extrapolate based on that, when you are able."

"Wireframe, the house at the end of the street, three houses left of your current location, is crumbling slowly. A rescue team is attempting to get past the front door, your powers may help them. You have more than enough time to reach them."

"Stray, there is safe high ground away from the mud, one hundred feet away from you according to my map. A house already cleared out. If you require a vantage point to set your search runes, that may help."

He looked back at the civilians the paramedics were tending to. With a nod from one of them, Wiseman signaled for Angel-5 to regroup with the heroes.

"Angel-5 is moving into the town, it is keyed to my Lexicon and will know if any of you signal it with your watch. Evangeline, the drone is currently closest to your location if you need. Second closest is Wireframe, and then Fallout and Stray."

Millions of years have passed since the oldest mountains were ground from boulders into gravel, and then from gravel into soil. It was a process that took lifetimes more than an entire lineage of humans had. Living beings had yet to crawl forth from saltwater and by the time they did, it was fungus that had turned the world of stone into one of life.

And it was fungus that trudged through it now. The only tangible difference between mud and soil was how much water there was. Billions upon billions of hyphae strands wormed up through sediment and concrete. A heap of rubble rose up as if an explosion had appeared out of nowhere beneath it. And beneath it was the abomination of life that traced its history back to the first life to ever grace this planet, shielding a badly injured child caked in dust.

Right before Evangeline's eyes.

"Move!" They shouted in that horrific voice. The child shrieked at the sight of their body coalescing. If Mire had eyes, they'd roll them, as they had to stretch an arm out to nudge the hurt kid towards its mom and the sobbing human.

"And stop sobbing! If you can sit there and sob, you can run for your lives!" Mire barked, not seeming to grasp the fact that the mother thought her kid was dead.

"All this mud, I can move underneath it. That's what I am." Mire let the rubble fall before Eva and the bystanders. "Tell me where to go, so I can dig more of them out."

SPIRITUM

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Morden hadn't said much during the trip to Dunbarton. It was one of the great cities of Rassvet' history, that the country they knew today had built itself upon and he knew this because he made a point of knowing the nation well- It was difficult to understand a universe if you only understood one planet. His dream was to one day the best WARDENs the world had ever seen, and he had to know things like the back of his hand for that. Dunbarton wasn't anything special now, but it was a place where the old world knew it could trade, and that meant it could be a place of trade in the future after the war was won.

Morden wasn't openly carrying his shotgun, and his ammunition was stored away as well, so he didn't get any fuss from the checkpoint's guards. There wasn't much to say either, and as long as the princess kept her head down...

"It was the easiest way to travel in a group," The titanic WARDEN said from the back seat. Another, lower-ranking guard had walked over and looked very on edge when Morden spoke. He was like a dinosaur that one only saw when its eyes opened, a warship that crept up on the horizon. And the poor lad didn't like his energy.

"How'd you get those scars?" The little shit pried.

"Fist fights."

"With who?"

"Eight foot tall metal men with giant swords, who fell from the sky and tried to kill me. I won."

The private chuckled. "Riiight. Let me guess, you know the princess of Vangar too," He joked.

Morden turned away from the window and gave the others a blank, deadpan stare. And then he rolled up his window.

Recollections: Primal Sinister

Raven's Rest

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Bill seemed to completely gloss over the fact that Varnan had come in. He didn't comment on him walking in through the snow, or that he was glad Varnan made it. Maybe he wasn't that kind of man, but he didn't even react to Varnan's presence. And there was good reason for that, it seemed. These two people who walked in were reasonably put off by his presence. He wouldn't intrude normally, but he felt the situation over in Cloverfield called for that.

"And if you're here for somethin' else, we got it handled. Bill's one of ours."

Bryn

“Haven’t seen you since the cataclysm. What brings you round these parts here?”

Elara

"I don't mean to impose, I won't be staying long," he assured. "Werewolves are migrating east from here, into Cloverfield. Some are risking lives being there, and I know they've stopped through here first almost every time when they come down the mountain. I called Bill before coming this way, so I could ask if he knew anything about this."

And of course, not acknowledging Varnan's presence, a wrong smile spread over Bill's face. He remembered this man from the cataclysm, a stout and stern fighter who wasn't the type to smile. That grin on his face looked downright alien. And one of the two women caught on rather quickly. Good. The mockery of Bill started running its mouth about dreams, about Bill's memories and the cataclysm. It made Varnan stand on edge, so he reached into his pocket for his Timepiece, right around the same time that Elara summoned a magical bow. They were in the fight back then, it seems. Most people in this area who were paranormal at the time were down in the streets fighting Nyrah. It was good to see some were still around.

"You heard the lady," He warned as he stepped off to the side, not only to give Elara a clear shot if she decided to go for it, but to corner the imposter. In his hand, Varnan held a pocket watch made of tarnished silver, emblazoned with the symbol of the Butterfly. Coral pink light shimmered around his hands as he prepared to shut down any attacks it would make. "I asked Bill before driving here, and you didn't even recognize me, did you? Answer her, where is he?"

Recollections: Primal Sinister

@Estylwen

Probably

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@Estylwen

Varnan is less a generic monster hunter and more a guard for Cloverfield. If some jackass from out of town comes in and tries to conquer half the city then he’s on that. Stuff that threatens the peace, people being bad for Cloverfield’s well-being, etc.

Recollections: Primal Sinister

being that it's my character we're talking about

id like to know yeah

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as the person who writes varnan i am curious wtf a vampire wants with him

Recollections: Primal Sinister

lmao

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for me too apparently

the fuck