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Fire Emblem: Lost Song

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@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Prosaic
Alleyway- Los Angeles- California

The veteran hero was not put at ease by the Tiger's demeanor. He had more than one broken rib for letting his guard down around figures that appeared from seemingly nowhere, specially the strange ones. Telepathic tiger fell under the category of change. However while he was still cautious he let himself visibly relax, if this Tiger was going to attack perhaps he could lure it into a false sense of having an advantage. Plus with Eclater's seemingly complete ease and lack of worry at the situation did not help his own nerves.

His eyes tracked Predator's smallest movements, with careful attention to the movement of the tigers hind quarters and back legs, if it was going to pounce, Faultline figured that's where he would see the first signs.

He didn't have to try hard to listen to the beast while he watched it. After all the voice echoed through his head. Its words concerned him. The sentences were simple, straight forwards but they lacked a full sense of... well there was definitely a sense of self but it lacked an identity. It all made him feel like this creature while intelligent, could more than likely still be controlled by its baser instincts, which meant it could be a danger to everyone in the area. The last statement 'You can guess what I do then.' sealed this thought.

"Alright then 'Tiger', if that's all you want to be called. Just wondering if you've got somewhere to go. A home or... family." family felt like a better word than owner. "I don't like assuming others actions, guesses can be just that so, what is it you do..."



@Shard
Nello's Home- Los Angeles- California

Ignacio continued to wander through the seemingly empty home, he had climbed the stairs and walked down the hall before coming to a stop before one of the doors. There was a pull, a latent presence, something had spent a great deal of time in this room. He waved his hand before the door and several bright circles of yellow light appeared, crossed with strange and ancient symbols, levitating in the air, his eyes watched it, looking for something that would be a mystery to any other.

With the spell showing nothing seemed to be staying in the room currently he grabbed the knob and pushed it open, viewing what was Nello's bedroom, not that Ignacio had anyway of knowing it.

'This guy kept something here... raised something? Hmm.. with that summoning... was he trying to add to his 'family'.'

He turned from the room, continuing down the hall he stopped and looked at a mask hanging in the hallway. African... no no New Guinea most definitely, a ritual mask. It emanated a minor magic energy, these masks were often a danger if worn so...

He did his job, he reached out, grabbed it and tucked it under his arm, best if no one got a hold of it around here. There were those he trusted to care for it elsewhere. He walked on, calm as always, he couldn't count how many times he'd been in this exact situation. The door at the end of the hall, a myriad of magics swirled there, perhaps an answer would lie there. Unknowingly walking towards the Study of Nello's father.

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@ZAVAZggg

The leader of the team gave a simple hand signal that was passed between members as they moved through the wooded park, in a wide semi circle, angled to keep The Man in Black between themselves and the river not to far away. It didn't matter when he spotted them, he was done for now.

They opened fire, the rifles firing off in controlled, suppressed semi automatic bursts creating a constant stream of fire at the old man. The squad of would be assassins were completely confident, completely sure of themselves.

The mans slow, obvious and casual draw of his weapons, screwing on the silencers, they weren't the least bit intimidating.

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These guys are just applicants. But I'm glad your interested.

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Remote Alley- Los Angeles- California
@Prosaic[@Harbinger of Ferocity]

Faultline listened politely as the young man before him spoke, though he had to admit he did wish the boy wouldn't cut his sentences with French as the older man didn't speak a lick outside english... well that wasn't fair, almost anyone living in California for any amount of time picked up a bit of Spanish, especially the slang, but was he fluent, no. The most he knew of French was C'est La Vie and oui.

But despite this Eclatair's English was very good, but from what he heard most of Europe spoke English so maybe it was normal for a Frenchman to speak English this well.

"Yeah, Midnight's has good instincts. Otherworldly sometimes. So if he felt you were being watched then you probably were. It definitely wasn't me that's for sure. More than likely i-" he cut off his sentence as the Tiger emerged, his first reaction was to slid into a ready stance, arms up and his right leg shifted back. The thoughts of really... a tiger! Had it escaped from a private residence, the Zoo, or was there some Ultra running around controlling animals? Then it 'spoke'. "-... Okay... psychic and or magic Tiger was not going to be in my top ten guesses. So then big guy, I take it there's something you want?" He didn't relax, staying at the ready.


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@Shard

As Nello fled the home a shimmering blue portal tore open in the entry way just after the door closed, out stepped the Sorcerer Supreme himself. Ignacio took a brief look around the home, his personal wards already in place to protect his mind and body he reached out with his sense. Magic energy fired back from throughout the home. Something was definitely here, but there was a latent arcane presence, one that had lived there for a long period, as well as a number of magic artifacts. It as like trying to spot a rock at the bottom of a mud puddle.

He strode forwards and spotted the fallen man on the ground, inspecting him from a distance he gave a shrug. Not unexpected. When he felt such a surge, and failure of a ritual, he figured whoever botched it would be dead.... Really could he never get a day off.

Rather than begin a spell to investigate and risk getting jumped by whatever is here he backed out of the room and began climbing the stairs. Slowly.

Chicago- Illinois- The Man in Black
@ZavaZGGG

He was watched as he moved, finding and tailing the illusive man had been difficult, but the team had managed it. Through night vision len's attacked to their head gear they tracked the man from the roof tops, just waiting for him to leave an occupied area. Each of the Fourteen assailants were armed to the teeth, packing assault rifles, body armor, a targeting visor, grenades. They were loaded to enter a warzone. And all of this to kill one man as a 'application' to join some shadowy group?

Easy pickings to break from small conflicts in the third world into the big leagues. And the big money, they watched, followed and waited for their chance.

The terms were simple, the man had to die, couldn't be witnessed, but the body had to be as intact as possible.

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@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Prosaic@Shard

Obscure Alley- Los Angeles- California
Faultline only gave a knowing nod to Midnight as he left. He would normally offer the boy a ride home, but with the entrance of this new 'Eclater' figure his priority fell to figuring out if the young man's presence was a boon or bust for the city. Besides he hadn't known Nello to long, and pushing into the kids family life to quickly would just cause problems.

After he was sure his young protege had traveled far enough to be out of ear shot he turned to the young fire starter he stood before. Though the boy's powers were still a bit of a mystery to the older hero. The boy's hand shake had been more than a little limp, a bit disappointing, Faultline believed you could tell quite a bit about a person from how they shook your hand. What he gathered from this one? The Ultra before him was probably very relaxed, to the point of being lazy, and was probably more in the 'hero' business for something to do rather than stand up for something. However he knew better than to judge completely off of something as surface as a hand shake, so time to get to work.

"Well, being watched or not, welcome to LA, I've never heard of you, definitely haven't seen you around so I'm guessing your new to the city. So uhm... that mask, rest of the outfit not unpacked yet or is that it?"

He'd see if he could learn anything about this newcomer, maybe take him around the city today to keep an eye on his behaviors. On top of that, find whatever was watching them, if Midnight had sensed it, then there was more than likely something and it definitely hadn't been Faultline.


Down Town- Los Angeles California

Something was watching Damien, creeping along behind him in the shadows, a presence that carried an air not of this plane. A mystical presence from across the veil.

It detected the sense of magic and its hunger sparked, following the scent to Damien, a lush meal, that seemed more than unsuspecting... but it needed to wait, it was being chased and there were to many eyes here...it would stalk and it would wait.

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Los Angeles California- Streets
@Shard@Prosaic@The Harbinger of Ferocity

Faultline didn't waste much time after he had subdued the large Alligator man... reptillian? Well he wasn't sure what to call him aside from a soon to be locked away criminal. Another on a long list that kept giving Ultra's a bad name. As he stared down at his now unconscious foe his stomach twisted just slightly. Because tonight this would be on the news, tonight every young Ultra out there that you could visually pick out from the crowd would hear everyone saying how they are all the same... again.

Tonight each of those kids, some might say young men and women but they were still kids in his eyes, would have one more reason to stop trying as everyone waited on them to slip up and break the law, hurt people.

More than likely tomorrow someone would say the wrong thing, out of fear, and one of those kids would decide 'If they're gonna say that's what I am, might as well own it.'

So tomorrow one more kid would do something stupid and end up in trouble. The longer he looked at the Ultra in front of him, the angrier he got at the whole situation. A flash from a phone's camera at his side was what snapped him back to reality, as he heard the mixed shouts of the entertained and the thanks of grateful. But looking around it wasn't hard to pick out the silent stares of the fearful, the hateful and the simply pissed off. He bent down, energy coursing through his muscles allowing him to pick up the unconscious body and hold it over his head, step by step he moved him off the road towards the side walk, the display only caused the cheers to pick up as the crowd parted for him, and with a single heave he dropped the body against a store front, clearing the road.

He didn't take another moment, even as people called his name, some holding up phones recording and shouting questions he could hear the sirens, and he was curious about this other Ultra that Nello had run into.

So bending at the knees he lept up into the air, the feeling of the wind rushing around him as he began to fall back down was still exhilirating no matter how many times he did this. Just as he was about to come level with the buildings he began to focus the small amount of energy he had left over from the jump into his legs and landed, yellow energy discharging around him. Fault line turned and began to run down the street, again energy coursed up from the ground arching around his body. His speed began to increase, more and more till he began passing cars on the street, years ago he had learned to stick to the bike lane in this city, so few people used it, most just rode down the street or on the sidewalk so it was pretty much clear.

In just a minute or two he ran past the location of Midnight's fight, spotting the unconscious foe, he gave a quick nod in appreciation of the clean job and continued on, it didn't take long to spot the young man and he slid to a stop right next to the two young men.

"Well, not a bad job back there Midnight, clean and minimal damage, no limbs missing on the reptile either." The last statement was more a jab at the dark entities joy for cruelty. He turned his head to look at Keandre and smiled, holding out his hand.

"Faultline, wish I could give more of a proper introduction but when the mask goes on the name changes."

Location Unknown
@Shard@Prosaic@The Harbinger of Ferocity[@Angel of October]@thewizardguy@Weird Tales@EchoicChamber@LukasVolkov@Chiro

The sound of heart monitoring rang through the quiet and dark room, only accompanied by the slow inflation and deflation of an artificial diaphragm machine, providing air to the same man- no- he was less than that now, the fragment of a person that was hooked up to the heart monitor.

The terrible deafening pattern continued. His heart would beat, slow, and between each one the diaphragm would inflate, his heart would beat, and the diaphragm would deflate, with each one the pain of his breath reminded him of his situation.

How long it continued from the time he had woken today till it was interrupted he couldn't say, and how many days had passed uninterrupted were also a mystery to him, but then the door opened.

"Sir, the Satellite connection has been established, everything else is ready, the equipment for your broadcast is being brought down the hall now."

How smiling HURT, as his muscles pulled his dry cracked lips just barely farther apart, how jaw burned as it moved. How his throat ached around the inserted tube that pumped air to his lungs. But it was fine, this particular pain, the pain of a smile was one he hadn't felt in so long and today finally the deafening pattern would not continue as it had for so long, finally things were going to begin...

He spoke, his voice did not match the weakness of his body, a swelled pride rang through it, though it shook with the exertion of speech. Though the pain to push the air out to form the words was something indescribable, he spoke.

"Finally, the step towards a new world, sit me up. It's time the silence was broken."

Fire Emblem: Lost Song

Nocello looked up from the fire, watching the exchange between Noel and Eowyn. His hearing wasn't what it use to be but he picked up on a few things simply from watching, the girl was obviously distressed, though the man was not a stranger. But he caught something about candies and he was sure he could work out the rest.

"Dear Yasha," the old astrologer started. "We have another pan yes? Still have sugar and cream?"

His companion only responded with an absent minded shrug followed by, "If we don't it means someone stole from us, and I'm going to skin someone. Why?"

"Candy." was the simple response as he stood, bracing one arm against a knee and pushing with the other against the ground for support.

"C-candy what..." the Fallen woman shook her head dismissing it, everything here belonged to him pretty much so it didn't matter to her.

Nocello walked at a measured pace towards the Father and Daughter, giving a respectful bow as he arrived. "Greetings, I'm sorry, I did not mean to eavesdrop. I can hardly listen sometimes when I'm trying. But I do believe I know just a spot of the right 'magic' to fix this little problem."

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@The Harbinger of Ferocity Yeah of course we still have room and yeah we are a little heavy on magic users, have a few psychics but are still lacking there and with mutants. You are allowed to have more than one character, we would ask people make a hero irst but have no rules forcing that.

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Lake Boulevard - Los Angeles - California

@Shard@Prosaic

While his side kick Midnight had found relatively easy success in his own encounter, Faultline was still dealing with his half of the pie so to speak. The gargantuan reptilian had been relentless in its assault, but however powerful each strike was, no matter how constant they were his attacks were wide, sloppy, uncoordinated.

Faultline was falling into an easy rhythm, back stepping each strike and watching carefully, arms raised and at the ready, each time his opponent attacked he reduced the distance he moved backwards. Each time narrowing the distance between them. He measured best he could in his mind, a foot, six inches, four inches, 2 inches... there it was.

As one strike ended and pulling back, the other arm began to descend and the hero pushed forwards, stepping under the retreating arm, using it as a barrier preventing the other arm from striking at him for the singular moment he needed to step in close and send a straight jab towards his opponents gut, as his body turned into the punch yellow energy burst from the ground at his feet, arching and coiling around his body flowing into his arm. The blow sent the Alligator reeling back several steps, clutching at his gut, a guttural and angry hiss escaping his mouth. Faultline didn't let up, sprinting forwards he met his opponents incoming fist with his own, again a burst of energy sent the appendage recoiling as the hero got in close and sent a kick to the inside of his left knee. As his opponent began to drop he sent an upper cut into his lower jaw following it with several blows to his gut.

The reptilian mutant dropped to his knees, before retching, revealing his earlier lunch to those on the street. He only saw a brief image before he blacked out, of Faultline descending from a short jump in the air, his foot coming down on the back of his head.

"Almighty.... tough son of... son of a gun." he shook out his hands, he thought alligators were supposed to have soft underbellies. He put his hand to the communicator in his ear.

"Hey Midnight, how are you doing on your end?"