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I'm a generally chill gremlin that can be kinda particular. I grew up with plenty of electronics and video games, mostly with games like Final Fantasy, Zelda, and StarCraft. I like to blend magic and technology in my writing, bringing fantasy into space and sci-fi.

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Where, oh Where Did My Little Bard Go?
Part 2


Starring


Damian Gerald, Regan Hiryuu, Trinity Stratos, Ryan Kregor, Stephi "Kracko" Niles, Lezuro Milan and Vanilla Lane.


By: Zarkun and Cirus


Damian brought both his Hermes Blades up into a ready position. "You aren't going anywhere with out guild mate, buddy. You can either surrender or I can kick the livin' crap out of you first and you still end up surrendering, which ever works best for you." He had to give this guy his props, he was willing to fight for something, but it was the wrong something. Besides which, this was the base of that Nightmare Silphium or however you said it, so he had to have crimes under his belt anyways.

"Hmph." He charges Damian, going for a right straight punch. At the last moment, two images of the man split off and dove past to the left and to the right. Both roll to their feet and move to strike, with the movements of a boxer. The one to Damian's left struck high, for his head. The one on the right went for his kidney. The image in front faded harmlessly through Damian, though did not disappear behind him.

Damian had brought one of his blades up to defend the fist aimed towards his face and blinked slightly as it passed through him. Illusions? Well, this is going to be a long fight. Still, he had an idea after determining that his opponent was fighting like a boxer and dismissed his blades.

He moved his arms in a martial arts block to both sides, letting the fake one pass through him and blocking the real one. Once he'd determined which is which, he threw a couple of feint punches and the followed up with a hammer fist aimed at the real one's head.

Inbetween his feints and his hammerblow, one of his illusions covered Damian's eyes, and the mechanic took the opportunity to duck and move in, to the inside of his opponent's strike. He got into close combat range, letting out a flurry of midsection blows. Even with his Force Projection enhanced punches, it didn't seem to be enough to penetrate the man's armor, as he was able to move unphased, and retaliate.

Damian brought his knee up to block the last of the engineer's punches and then lashed out with a kick to knock his opponent off balance and toward the three incoming blades, then casually shooting a pair of blades back from his elbow, making the copy vanish in the usual fashion of illusion magics.

The engineer made a swift recovery, pivoting with the impact and maintaining his balance. He was able to spin around the three blades. But Damian wasn't done. "Awefully confident in yourself, aren't ya?" Moving faster than he should be able to for the metal in his armor, Damian unleashes a flurry of punches. The engineer bobs and weaves, and blocks when he can't avoid, using his Force Projection magic to reinforce his defense. Damian throws a round house kick, flowing, as he lands, into a pivot, rotating his body in a way that has him pitch away from the engineer while providing more inertia for a sweep kick.

The engineer had ducked the roundhouse and saw the motion Damian was going for. He jumped over Damian's sweep kick and used gravity to bring him down on top. His arm was cocked back and coming in, his fist shining. "Megaton!"

"Bingo." As the man's punch came towards him, Damian dodged to the right and summoned a series of blunt tipped swords at the same time, and the engineer swings early to knock the attacks away. As he lands and turns to prepare for Damian's counter, a new attack comes from the stairs.

Someone calls, "Avalanche!" and a wave of snow plows through, aiming to take Damian. A woman dressed in white and bright blue, with hair done up in a spiral swirl (like an ice cream). "Ryan, there's another down here!"

Damian slid further to the right, letting the snow impact the guy he'd just been fighting and summoned a Hercules Blade, slamming it tip first into the deck. "Field of Blades!" A cone of quickly rising blades shoots out of the ground towards the woman, but the snow she sent at him returns and sweeps in front of her to block. She controls it actively. The engineer had positioned himself behind Damian, as the sword mage's normally orange magic circle appears and turns black and he rotates his arms around him, a series of blades appearing around him in a circle. "Radial Burst Blades!" The attack blasts the blades out in a circle around him as he brings a second Hercules Blade into existence, three of the blades going straight at the boxing engineer, but rather than orange, they're black like the magic circle became. He'd taken caution as swords started appearing, and well so, as that gave him the space to dodge.

Facing the snow mage, Damian charges her, slicing through any attacks that come his way. It was time to get off this boat, about thirty seconds into the fight, he'd felt a subtle shift in the direction the air ship was moving and he didn't plan on being inside where he'd get killed by millions of flying splinters when it crashed. The snow mage summoned a drift of snow to backpedal for her, even as she tried to assault Damian with various attacks. She began to back down the hall in middeck, but the cloaked woman came up from behind and bowled her over with a shoulder charge, Trinity in tow. On her feet and with her quiver.

"Let's hurry away." The woman doesn't stop moving, leading the way up the stairs and to the outer deck. She runs up to the edge but stops there. It was a ways down, and she couldn't fly. "Hmm... So, I cannot fly."

With a sigh, Damian summons a Striker Blade large enough for three people and climbs on, beckoning the mysterious woman and Trinity to do the same. "We won't be flying with a Striker Blade this big, but gliding is better than falling like a stone. Let's go!"

While the cloaked woman moves to join Damian on his Striker Blade, Trinity stood still, carving just a last bit at a green bracelet on her wrist. With a loud CLANG, she finally works her way through. She'd been using what little magic she could squeeze past that bracelet for a tiny Energy Make Blade, more like a claw. "Finally!" She forms a blade in the hand she freed and cuts the other bracelet through swiftly. "Aah. Feel that energy flow again..." She stretches her arms out and flexes her hands, turning to gaze at the upper deck of the airship. After a moment, she turns and smiles softly at Damian. "Thanks for the offer, but I've got my own ride." She looks as she hears the door open again, and Ryan comes out, followed closely by the another mage with a large green and yellow scarf. "Time to go; later!" With a running start, she leaps off the deck. "Energy Make: Energy Wing!" Along her arms, sectioned plane wings form, made of that glowing golden light. At her elbows is some kind of tube, and as she locks her arms straight and holds her arms out, the tubes shine brighter before they shoot out more light, pushing the girl forward through the air.

Damian shook his head at the sudden appearance of Trinity's apparent secret magic and simply leaned forward as the Striker Blade shrunk to a more normal size, which would allow him to fly it. "Hang on tight!" As they move away from the falling and careening airship, the pair on the blade picked up speed rapidly as they moved towards the ground. Damian himself was counting in his head, waiting on the right moment to pull up and level out.

At the last possible moment, he did just that, pulling up on the Striker Blade with his magic energy to redirect them to a more level heading and skimming the top of a..."Building? Ah shit, Master Jamie's gonna kill me..." Cussing and unintentional landing places aside, he looked for Tirnity, and spotted her as she rose on him from below.

"I'll say. Sloppy." The minstrel grinned at him, before a thought occured to her. Before she could say anything, the cloaked woman spoke.

The woman had been watching the ship closely, and something about it made her stand. "This is where I get off. Sorry, but I can't tell you who I am just yet." With that, the woman jumps from the Striker Blade they rode on, to a nearby roof. She rolls with her landing, and proceeds to jump across the rooftops.

"Oh, uh. Bye" Trinity watched the woman for a moment, seeming... perplexed? But she turned her attention back to Damian and his Striker Blade. "Keep 'er steady." She watches it for a moment before swinging in and landing where the woman had been.

[color=FireBrick}"This is your captain speaking, we will be setting down in the near future, so just sit back, relax and thank you for flying Air Damian."[/color]

"Alright, 'captain'. Hey, could you do me a favor? Don't tell anyone about that magic just yet. Something like that needs a dramatic entrance, right? Maybe my turn to fight would be a good time..."

Damian nodded to Trinity as he touched down with her, keeping an eye on the airship. "That should work fine, though you should have known you can trust the guild."

"That's not..."

"I mean, why'd they even kidnap you in the first place?" He didn't know if she'd answer the question and pushed on. "And it wasn't sloppy, I don't have X-ray vision."

"... They want my magic. Any rare magic, really. Now that Ryan's identified me (my luck that he's even here), there's no point in hiding it. Er, should we do something about that?" The young bard looks out at the ship.

~~~~~~~

"Shit!" Ryan tore the hat off his head and watched them get away. "Kracko, wait here. I'll get the others. If we're going to crash and die and I haven't come back yet, save yourself." With that, he ran into the ship, going to the bottom deck.

"Lane, how is he? Lezuro, talk to me."

"He's alright, but-"

"I can't walk like this."

"Dammit." Ryan came down off the stairs and promptly picked his engineer up. Something cut his leg pretty bad. "We're gettin' you outta here. Let's go. Lane, you first."

The woman stared for just a moment before she scrambled to her feet and raced up the stairs, Ryan trudging after. He'd lose his balance as the ship would shift and lean against a bulkhead or something for support before pushing on. As he came up the last stretch of stairs, he could see Lane waiting with Kracko. Before he could reach them, however, Kracko looked up and then started motioning for him urgently. Something must be happening. He couldn't reach them in time enough while carrying Lezuro. He throws the man up the rest of the stairs. "Go!"

Kracko grabbed the engineer as he flew toward her and wraps her other arm around Vanilla Lane before disappearing into a blob of electricity and darting away from the ship. She'd have to get Lezuro to a doctor or... something.

Back on the ship, Ryan ran to the deck, though everything seemed to have gotten sluggish for some reason. He could see why Kracko fled, they were about to crash. And there, it felt like something grabbed on to the ship. He felt it through the hull. Well, he didn't exactly have the luxury of being in a high-profile situation. He produced a rod with glowing yellow lines in a specific design all along it. He gripped it with both hands and then spread his arms, the rod glowing brighter for a second from his right. As this happened, he started to disappear from head to toe. Golden light is briefly visible, forming along his arms before they disappear. His legs could be seen running and leaping off of the edge of the ship, and then he simply vanished. A presence of magic could be felt of him, but that was all.

The cloaked woman appeared on a rooftop nearby, marveling at the... whale. That was certainly something you didn't see every day. Well, no matter. The woman jumped up to the deck of the ship, running inside. The engines were still running, probably making it harder for that whale to carry. She should go to the bridge and turn off the turbines. Though, she'd never had to actually do anything on the bridge before. It didn't take her long to get there, but it did take her a minute or two to figure it out. Soon enough, the turbines stopped their spinning and ship produced only lift. Keeping it down would be the problem, honestly...
Well, that's fine. I'm at about the point in the collab where the ship was gonna crash, so it's good I checked in. I was going to work in Crimson even though I complained, but he changed it already.
*pats hair and sits with* There, there. It'll come together somehow.
Zaaaaarkun. Where ya at, buddy?

*holds Caits*
I wouldn't recommend landing on the airship. Just thought it might be good foreshadowing?

My intention was not for people to bother it. = w=

Although, y'know what? It's fine, we might be done soon. And then you'll see. :3
Where, oh Where Did My Little Bard Go?
Part 1


Starring


Damian Gerald, Regan Hiryuu, Ryan Kregor, Stephi "Kracko" Niles, and Lezuro Milan


By: Zarkun and Cirus


Damian had left the hotel after accepting Lucas' offer and headed in the indicated direction, his hands held behind his head to appear as casual as possible. As much as Damian didn't appreciate them attacking the guild hall, he couldn't understand Jarvis' and Master Jamie's distrust of Rider's Blade. What happened in the past doesn't define how they'll act in the future. Still, I guess Master Jamie's going to be her own varity of stubborn on this matter. I'll let it go I guess. The walk took a few minutes and in that time the streets grew less and less crowded, something Damian churned up to the games starting soon. Eventually, he turned the corner onto the street where the guy from Iron Enigma had indicated and stopped, leaning against the wall to watch it.

He didn't see anything to give away where she had gone and sighed, he could hear the sound from the Games, loosely, but didn't pay any mind to it, a mistake he found he was going to regret in the near future. Nodding to himself on the coast being clear, he headed into the alley way and looked around, unaware that the game for the day had begun and he was in a part of the city that was in the maze. "Now let's see here..." Stepping into it, he looked around a bit before spotting a familiar looking bow on the ground. "Oh boy." He picked it up and examined it, sighing. It was her's alright, and now he had to figure out where they went. Then something occured to him. It was a lot darker than when he'd first walked onto the street. "Odd, where's the sun?" Reaching into a pouch, he pulled one of the lacrima free and tuned in to the games. And saw himself. Standing in the alleyway."Ah crap."

"Yes, that makes this a little more complicated." A cloaked figure, female by voice, speaks from a corner of the alleyway, stepping into the alley after Damian. She wore a katana on her hip, and she kept a respectful distance once she approached. "For myself, anyway. Come, let us not tarry here. The young lady Stratos is no longer within the city. We will need to find a way beyond the maze and into the mountains to the South."

The woman's attention turns as she hears something entering the alley from the other side. The woman edges toward the entrance they used, glancing at Damian as she spoke, "go, quickly. It would probably be best we not interfere with the games as much as possible. You, in particular, don't you think?"

Damian reacted the only way a person who had just been snuck up on could, and that was summon a blade and spin towards the source of the voice, which turned out to be a cloaked figure. Could his team get a penalty for him being in the alley? It's not like he knew that he had wandered into a section of the games, especially when they didn't say anything about what the game was or where it was until it happened. Still, she had a point. "Well, getting out shouldn't be hard, we're not contestants in this event. Hell, didn't even know this was part of the games until I pulled out my lacrima." He sighs and heads out the other end of the alleyway, the way he'd come in, and starts jogging in an effort to put some space between himself and this maze.

Mountains south of here...I'll have to thank her for that tip next time I see her. With a direction to go and a landmark to use, he set off towards the mountains, getting helpful hints after leaving the maze area on how to avoid going back into it. He reached the gates after about a ten minute run and stopped a moment to look back. "Come to think of it...who was she..."

"I'm sure you'd love to know. Perhaps I'll tell you later." The woman had been waiting on the other side of the gate for him, leaning against the wall casually. She pushed herself upright
and started walking. "C'mon, then. We don't have much longer."

~~~

Ryan stopped in to the engine room, irate. Kracko had told him they couldn't draw enough power from the engines, so they couldn't take off. Why were the engines in such shoddy condition, suddenly?

"It looks like someone cut through some of our piping? I'm almost done replacing the last piece now." Their engineer, a young man wearing suspended slacks and a collared shirt. Gloves, as well, for working with hot pipes. "Just give me five minutes and it'll be all set. We'll need to get more spare pipes, though." The man had just finished adjusting the last bolt on a pipe and, just like he said, the last one had a number of cuts through it. There was a pile of discarded pipe in the corner, and they all had the same problem. Riddled with slashes.

"Make it three." He gazed at the pile of pipes. It reminded him of someone and he didn't like it. "I'll wait for your word on the bridge." He glanced at the voice pipe, seemingly undamaged. He'd have to inspect it on the way back to the bridge.

~~~~~

"Right..." He looked back the way he'd come and then at the woman's back then back the way he'd come again and scratched his head. When had she gotten to the gate and how had she done it before him? Dismissing the thought for the time being, he followed after her, looking back towards the city and the games. He knew they'd do well, but he had this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he couldn't shake.

The woman was devoting her energy to moving quickly through the forest surrounding Corcus. At length, she finally spoke. "We hould be nearing it now. We're coming up on an-" She's cut off by crackle of electricity, followed by engines whirring to life. Her response is to immediately run the rest of the distance to their destination.

In the small clearing in front of them, located in a crevice on the foot of a nearby mountain facing somewhat away from the city, an airship was coming to life. "We must hurry. If we run into anyone, I leave them to you. I'll find Miss Stratos." The woman dashed into the clearing, avoiding visibility to the bridge as she comes up to the side. She made the large first jump onto the outrigger, before jumping to the left turbine and finally the deck. "This way." The woman crossed the deck to an external door, pausing there for her companion.

Following close behind the woman the strange woman, he followed her movement pattern towards the bridge, still trying to fathom how no body had noticed a giant air ship out here. Maybe no one comes out this way but these guys. When he realize the ship taking off would make the bridge pointless, he turned to ask her her plan as she leaped onto the outrigger. "OK then, up we go!" He jumped as well, though his landing wasn't nearly as smooth, and followed her up the turbine and onto the deck.

As they ran across it towards the door, he summoned his Hermes Blades and spins one into a reverse grip to better accomodate the tight space of the upcoming corridors. "I can make a nice big distraction if you tell me which way the important parts of the ship are."

"They're probably guarding their engine room. I already roughed it up, once." She spoke as they descended stairs from the upper deck. "There's the ballast room on the bottom deck. Might not be a bad place to start? The engine room is in the back on that same level. I'll be on the middeck. Meet me... here," she stepped off the stairs, pausing only to see him down the next flight, "and I'll have your guildmember."

"Good luck." With that simple parting, Damian headed down the stairs.

The stairs to the bottom deck led to the ballast room, itself, seemed devoted not just to ballasts. There were two tanks on either side of the room, with valves labled "Manual Override". Beyond those tanks, 6 gyroscopic motors were hooked up to the wall, controlling something beyond.

There was also a door upon reaching the bottom floor from the stairs, behind and to the right.

Upon arrival, he observed the various doodads in the room and smiled. Approaching the motors, he delivered a quick downward slash across each of the motor's timing belts and the a thrust through the coolant lines, making sure they'd over heat in the very near future. He then goes to the manual overrides and turns them both on before heading for the engine room. "Knock knock, Phoenix Wing's come a callin'."

As Damian turned the first ballast tank override, he could hear the sound of rushing water, and the ship began to list to the oppostite side. As he turned the second, something interesting happens. The ship began to lift and move, with a pitched swing to the side before the ship's navigator could even try to correct their course. They managed to, for a moment, but the strain caused the stabalizer oars to overheat and cease function.

The door to the engine room swung open and the engineer stumbled out. "What the hell's going on out here?" His eyes land on Damian and he glowers. "Aah. Intruders. I don't know how you guys keep getting in..." He paused, looking to assess the damage Damian had inflicted. He grimaced, glowering at Damian as he growled, "do you realize how much work that's going to be to fix? I aughta clean your clock..."

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Environment Alert!


Be on the lookout for a careening airship, waggling its way through the southern skies! It looks like this
. Bother it at your own risk, it looks pretty about-to-crash.
Collab fight scene, reads so good. Can't wait to put it up. Oooh, maybe we should do a partial post?
Private Regan Durandal

The private was thankful for her shoulder plate. It deflected bullets, shielded her from blasts, and now it served as a sled. She'd have to clean it when she got back to base, or Sergeant Atten-

Attenborough... would scold her.

The young woman gave a huff and refocused herself. Her mind couldn't be drifting right now. Already at the wall (when did she get there, again?), the young woman waited for their signal. She had her mortar lance ready to go, and once Sergeant Harald gave the signal, She pushed herself into a crouch and hefted her lance. With careful aim, she chose a second story window for her target. She took just a moment to really feel it out, and she watched the arc of her round as it steered toward her target. It flew true, through the window, and detonated within.

"Lucky!" Regan dropped back down behind the wall. She didn't think she'd actually make the shot, but there it was. The young lady got the next round ready, but thought she might wait for an opportune shot. She only has so many rounds.
@Zarkun. I left you a bunch of messages in the collab chat.
Oh, we can collab, Zark. I just wanna make sure that everyone gettin' on the train is on the train.

No, not Mayt's train.
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