Camille Endora

Intergalactic Space Adventurers- [ISA]

Here we will be roleplaying an intergalactic adventure!!!

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Ophelia was the only one who didn't need to really be seen by a nurse. Her shoulder was completely healed by the time they had arrived. The blood was dried onto her skin though, but she wasn't concerned about that right now. What she was concerned about however, was the fact that Roxas just shouted Celti's name. She stared at him intensely, her eyes dark. "Sorry. Bad dream.. Did we win?" he said before asking where the other two were. In this exact moment, she didn't care where the other two were. She cared about the fact he had Celti on his mind still. Roxas had told her just minimal about it. Ophelia knew it happened years ago, and maybe that's why it bothered her so much. He should be over it by now. Not to say that he shouldn't care about the people he was close to before, but Ophelia felt that maybe he was just refusing to let go. Ifrit didn't help either, she figured. Finally Ophelia looked at Roxas with the intention of answering his questions. But she noticed his tattoos, since he was shirtless. He had the SPA sigil, as well as another and she could see the edges of something on his back from how she was sitting. Her eyebrow raised, and she looked at him, her eyes burning into his.

"Yes, we won. What are those?" she pointed to his back, and to the other smaller tattoo. At this point she was just angry, she could feel the emotion rolling off of her skin. Even though they had been successful in their fight against the Werewolves, she felt like everything was going wrong. The curtain between them and Morthos was pulled shut, so she couldn't see them, but she could hear them. And as if her day couldn't get any worse, she heard her father and mother's voices. They were talking about that they thought Morthos was Jax's boyfriend, and Jax was getting agitated. She could hear Morthos introduce himself in an extremely respectful manner, knowing that their mom would appreciate it. She was hard to impress though, and Ophelia sat completely still. She knew though that her mom would feel her presence in the room, and would confront her within moments. She might as well jump the gun and get it over with. She stood up gracefully, though she looked a mess with all the blood and her hair tangled and dirty. What a great time to confront them. She rolled her eyes, and reached the curtain within a couple of steps. She pulled the curtain back with a sharp scrape of metal as the rings slid along the bar, and her parents turned to face herself and Roxas.

Her father's expression was gentle as he looked over her, noting the blood. "Hi sweetheart. Congratulations on your mission!" he said, smiling. Ophelia moved and hugged him gently, then took a step back again to return to her first position. "Hello Mother," Ophelia said, her voice neither angry nor happy. She didn't move to greet her physically, she was waiting to see what her mom would do. "How nice of you to bless us with your presence, Ophelia," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. These were the types of comments that her mother used often towards Ophelia, and by this point she was used to it, despite it being wrong of a parent to do. Ophelia didn't respond, and instead introduced Roxas, who was still sitting on his hospital bed. "This is Roxas, he is part of our team at SPA."

"Seems like he is much more than just a team member, Ophelia. I knew you'd do something stupid like this one day..." her mother began to speak again, her tone annoyed. Ophelia simply looked at her, her expression blank, though inwardly she was angry. "Don't make a fool of yourself in public, mother," she said, hoping it would take her mom by surprise, though she didn't seem phased. "The only one making a fool of themselves is you, currently." Just then her father cleared his throat, and everyone turned their attention to him. "Let's sign you guys out if it's alright with the doctors, and we can head to our home and have dinner. We can talk more there."

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Ophelia was still looking at Roxas when he spoke weakly to her, "I think I over did it." Within seconds he passed out, and Jax handed her jacket to Ophelia to use for Roxas. She folded it up and placed it under his head, placing a hand on the spot he banged against the ground, using her coolness like an ice pack. Once she was satisfied, Jax spoke, "Holy shit...his back. We have to get him to a hospital or he will bleed out."

Ophelia nodded, then Jax ran off to help Morthos. There wasn't much Ophelia could do for Roxas, but she looked over his face. He seemed to be pain free for the moment, and for one quick second Ophelia smiled. Just a hint of one, because her attention was again on Morthos and Jax. Jax was exhausted, she could tell. And what was worse, was that a wolf was headed straight for her. But before Ophelia could react, Morthos was there, and then there was an explosion, leaving only Morthos alive. Except Morthos had a bite, and Ophelia's eyes widened, her entire being stricken with worry now at what the result would be if they didn't get help quick. There were still a few wolves left, and there was no way Ophelia was letting them escape. It looked like she was going to be the one to rid of these bastards, on her own. Everyone else had used up all the energy they had. Luckily, the blood she had used for her energy was still going strong, and she used this burst of energy to rid of the last few wolves. Though, luckily, some of the younger ones surrendered, and she decided to lock them into the warehouse for the police. It wasn't her job to arrest them, or put them through the justice system. It was her job to stop the threat. And herself and her team did just that, and so far none of them were dead.

With that thought, Ophelia looked down at her shoulder. There was still blood all over her, but her wound was almost completely healed. She wasn't sure if Morthos would be so lucky. She moved to Roxas, using her strength to pick him up despite her tiny stature. She carried him to Jax and Morthos, looking at them gently. "We need to go to the hospital. I'm not sure how Morthos will react, and Roxas needs immediate attention." Her voice when she spoke was back to the motherly and soft tone, much different than how she sounds during battle. She wasn't sue whether to be concerned with Roxas or Morthos more, and she furrowed her brow.

Once they made it to the hospital, the nurses took note that two of them were seriously injured, and took them to be looked after right away. The rooms were stark white and silver, much more modern looking than the rest of the town. It felt too clean, and in a way, uncomfortable. This reminded Ophelia of Jax's accident, though the outcome was much different. She looked to her sister and smiled softly, in this moment, glad she could.

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Edward neared Ophelia's crouched body quickly, and she took off away from him in a sprint. From outside, she would look like just blurs, and she neared the wall of fire. She knew the wolves didn't like it one bit, and hoped that her speed mixed with Edward's want to kill her, would make him falter and go into the flames, at least a little. He wasn't moving as quickly as he could be, due to the arrow head in between his ribs. But he still made it to her in a decent amount of time. As soon as she was just close enough to the flames to feel them just barely lick her armor, she made an immediate right turn, a full 90 degree angle and took a few quick steps that way. She watched as Edward's muzzle dipped into the flames, the fur on his face singing and burning the skin beneath. He retreated just as quickly as his face entered, and turned towards Ophelia.

She stood still for a moment, hearing Jax shout to her and Roxas to speed things up. This made Ophelia laugh slightly, given the circumstances. Sometimes things like this took time, but Ophelia looked through the crowd of wolves, who were now turning their attention to Jax. Shoot. Ophelia breathed in, and she could smell Jax's blood clear as day. She did need to hurry it up, she thought. "Let's end this," Ophelia said to Edward again. His yellow eyes were intense on her, and she stood firm. But as she stared him down, a random, younger wolf with much less experience chose to challenge her, without her knowledge. She was knocked down suddenly onto her face and stomach, and she could feel teeth digging into her left shoulder. Ophelia held back a scream of pain, knowing it would only distract the others from their tasks. But she could feel the venom being pumped into her body, despite the fact she knew it wouldn't do anything to her. She reached back and behind her head, which was against the ground, and grabbed at the wolf's scruff of her collar, then pulled her down and forward towards Edward, who seemed to have not moved still. Though Ophelia knew this all only happened in a matter of a few moments. Before Ophelia let go of the younger wolf, she changed her grip on her and snapped her jaw apart fully, then let her crash into Edward.

Before she knew it though, Edward was in front of her, grabbing her and hauling her up off the ground. Ophelia could only do so much with her weapons, though she was talented with them. She did her best fighting when it was with her natural abilities. Her shoulder wound was bleeding profusely, the wolf venom stopping it from healing quickly like it normally would. Her arms were trapped in the claws of the monster that held her, but she kicked out against his ribs with two sharp blows. He let her go, and she moved quickly again, climbing up and onto his back, just as she had done with the wolf in the forest. Her arms wrapped around his throat, and she began to squeeze, blocking off the blood flow as well as his oxygen. He became weak an slow, and stood there still for a few long moments. And Ophelia took her chance then to destroy him. Once it was over with him, the other wolves would either go insane, and step up their attacks ten fold, or surrender. "This is the last time you get to hurt anyone..." Ophelia whispered, knowing full well that Edward could still hear her. And she let that resonate with him, her hands snapping to the side, his neck shattering with the movement as well. His body went limp onto the ground and she climbed off, turning her attention to Roxas for a moment to see where he was at in his fight. She would aid him if she needed to, but she also wanted to ensure that Jax and Morthos were both okay.

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Ophelia stood silently for a long while, simply listening as Morthos and Jax taunted the wolves. Their anger was rising, and she hid a smile. She flicked her right wrist slightly, her whip sliding down her arm and into her hand, snapping at the ground beneath her bare feet. The wolves heads turned, their attention on Ophelia now. She knew her scent would be enough to draw out the Alpha and Beta wolves, unless they were afraid. But with this amount in a pack, they shouldn't be. "Unless one of you are the Alpha and Beta in this pack, which I doubt because you all seem to be pretty moronic, I suggest going to get them..." Her normally very soft spoken voice took on a tone of command, despite Jax being their leader in this mission. Ophelia knew a lot about Werewolves as it was, and knew she had a huge advantage against them. She hoped Jax wouldn't be upset. She turned her head and looked at her sister, who looked completely badass like always, ready to fight.

When her head turned back to the wolves only seconds later, the Alpha and Beta were standing at the front of the group of wolves. A very obvious wave of power rolled off of them. It made her nervous despite her experiences before, and she stared the Alpha down. He was huge, and unwavering in the presence of the four of them. "You can turn back now, Vampire. No need to end your life here," the Alpha spoke, his voice booming over them. Ophelia simply smiled, "I'm not afraid of you, Edward. Turn yourselves in, or face the consequences."

"Such big threats from a tiny Vampire," Edward retorted, his voice mocking. Ophelia rolled her eyes, and made one small, unnoticeable gesture toward Morthos to start the fire cage. Anyone who wasn't paying close attention wouldn't have guessed her movement was anything but natural, and her closed lipped smile spread into a wide grin, one of her shoulders coming up into a half shrug. Ophelia took note that the female Beta to Edwards' side wasn't saying anything, probably after having been told not to. She hope Roxas could handle her. She looked vicious and blood thirsty.

As soon as Morthos had the fire going, Ophelia's arms moved like lightening, as well as her feet to close some of the distance between herself and Edward. Her whip snapped out and she wrapped it around his left leg and paw as tight as she could, pulling back with pure strength, causing him to stumble just slightly forward. While he was moving to get his footing again, Ophelia took her bow off her back, knocked a silver tipped arrow, and shot it into his side. She knew the silver would screw him over, making it painful to move and such, and maybe it was a cop out move, but she would want to store her energy to fully take him out, and then help Jax and Morthos once that was done. Once Edward had realized what had happened, she snapped the arrow off, the tip still stuck inside his body, and ran full speed toward Ophelia. She crouched slightly, then jumped up just as he reached her, and she placed her feet on his shoulder blades, pushing off of him to flip behind him, landing in a crouch again. She turned to look over her shoulder, and he wasn't far behind again. Werewolves were fast, but this vampire was faster.

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Ophelia simply stared at Jax, annoyance apparent in her expression. She was done with Jax constantly warning them, and it made Ophelia feel she didn't have faith in them whatsoever. Or at least faith in her. "Just trust us for once..." she whispered, looking at her sister. She wanted to feel like she could do something right, for once. She'd get enough criticism once they went to their parents. Ophelia thought again for a moment, and then nodded her head in the direction of the warehouse. "Follow me. This way!" she barked the order, her body feeling tense and ready to unleash some pent up energy and emotion. Her eyes narrowed in on the quickest and safest route to the area. She ensured not to move at a full blown Vampire sprint like she normally did while she was alone, knowing full well the other three couldn't keep up.

Not too long after, they arrived in front of the building, trees nearby, the sound of water as well from a short distance away. Her eyes scanned the area, no one and nothing outside of the warehouse. She came to a stop, keeping far enough back that they could take a moment to all focus, and she held her hand up, then pointed to the building. "Here we are..."

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Ophelia sat at the table for a few minutes until someone screamed from outside. Immediately, Jax was up and on her way. Something a true hero would do. Ophelia followed quickly behind and the scene that was in front of them was ridiculous. Bodies were strewn in a pile on the ground, a flag with the SPA sigil on it. Ophelia's eyebrow raised slightly before furrowing together. People were shouting and panic was rising. She knew this was bad. It was bad enough people were losing family members. But now her team was being blamed for this murder. Someone was taunting them, or trying to draw them out into a vulnerable situation. It wasn't going to work. Jax was trying to calm people down, and then Roxas started to try as well, but he turned to Ifrit for help with that. This frustrated Ophelia instantly, and she let a low growl escape her lips. Either way, the citizens went back into the hotel and the streets were cleared from any randoms walking about so the bodies could be dealt with by the police, who arrived somewhat quickly.

Ophelia nodded to Morthos slightly, hoping he would come with her to speak to the Police. She wondered if there was much about this that they knew. Whether they would give out any information was a totally different story though. She walked up to one of them, the one who wasn't commenting on the fact blood was on Roxas' face.

"I hope you're aware that we haven't done anything. We were sent from SPA to deal with this exact issue. Since obviously your units have failed to do so." She felt angry, and didn't want to bother beating around the bush. Before she continued speaking though, she removed the flag and snapped the pole in half, throwing it onto the ground next to the bodies. She took a moment to gaze around the area, then breathed in to ensure there weren't any people who would over hear.

"They have their hide out in an abandoned warehouse toward the forest. Morriston's. We've already crafted a plan of attack and planned to do so shortly, until this happened. I suggest removing and disposing of the bodies, and we can all get back to our tasks. Sound good?" She wasn't sure if Morthos had anything to add, so waited for him if he planned to do so, then turned to step back over to Jax and Roxas. She looked up at them and her eyes were dark despite having just fed for most of the night. "Let's get this shit done." She was sick of these bastards ruining people's lives, literally. The issue needed to get dealt with once and for all, and she planned to ensure that they went back to SPA with a win.

Order of Galia

Reia took the to go container from Welkins that he had packed up for her, feeling thankful he understood without her explaining all too much, how she was feeling. He sat next to her again, and she considered his offer to walk her home. She looked at him for a moment, then shrugged just enough for him to notice. "You can if you like, but it's not like I live that far. I'm sure I'd be okay to walk myself home," she said, watching his face. She knew he was tired as well. She could feel his energy was low. She figured though, she would let him make the choice. It didn't bother her either way.

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

By the time Jax woke up, Ophelia was already back in the bedroom, changed into her battle outfit, and waiting. Jax was hungry, and she suggested heading to the buffet after waking the boys, assuming they were still asleep. Ophelia nodded in agreement and got up, quickly heading across the hall to knock on their door. She waited a moment and then the door swung open by a half asleep Morthos, clad only in his boxers. Without a second though, Ophelia's eyes widened and she hid a smile. There was definitely a reason that Jax was fond of him, she thought.

"It sure is, get dressed and we will head to the buffet. Okay?" Ophelia said, turning her attention to Jax who was standing beside her. She mouthed, "wow" to her sister, when Morthos walked away.

Order of Galia

While Reia waited for Welkins to respond, he got up from the table and made his way over to her. He hugged her tightly for a while, saying how sorry he was. She smiled softly and hugged him back before letting him go, watching him move to sit on the ground beside her. He asked her what he could do to help, and Reia thought for a few moments.

"I think just being patient will be enough, thank you though," she whispered, looking down at him. Finally she finished her food though, savoring the fact she didn't have to cook for herself. She was looking forward to having a couple days off from school, and then yawned, her body reminding her how exhausted she was. She glanced at the table for a minute, feeling full and she looked down at Welkins again. "What would you like to do? Anything else? I know you're probably tired, so if you want I can head home."