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Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

|~Day 2, 18:07-18:012 GST~| Khan Sainen, Prison Complex|

The sudden reappearance of Koren was certainly welcome, though the Zabrak from earlier tagging along was much more unexpected. Her stance seemed tense, defensive, clearly worried even before she got pushed into this situation involving taunting by Nazca. Maybe she was right and her master was displeased with her. It might explain why she'd been pushed out along with the returning Koren. Still, if she was in danger or vulnerable like that he supposed that taunting and fighting her would only be counter-productive, at least unless they were going to try and take her captive or something which seemed both difficult and not very effective to him.

To that end he kept his stance open, neutral and curious rather than guarded, though he still made sure to keep it combat worthy in case a fight broke out though he hoped more in a way that conveyed respect for her as an opponent rather than hostility. He was curious as to what had happened and saw no reason to just ask so...

"What happened? Your Master survived his injuries before, but your stance is even more disturbed than before. We're not going to actually attack you" He glanced over at Nazca to confirm she wasn't about to launch into violence anyway "So it's not like you have anything to worry about. Unless we're...supposed to fight you? Are we supposed to fight you, 'cause I totally will..." In fact he was kind of looking forward to fighting someone who actually knew the first thing about proper combat and adjusted his stance to reflect as much even if it wasn't out of an actual hostile impulse. "What do the Sith want with us anyways, I haven't even gotten properly interrogated yet y'know and I thought that's what being a prisoner of war was all about!" He meant it as a joke obviously but he was definitely confused. "Also um, who's your friend?" He nodded his head over toward the other person in grey Sith apprentice robes without taking his eyes off both Jayda and the center of the room to watch for attacks.

Black Moon, White Night: An Urban Fantasy Visual Novel Inspired RP Reboot with a twist

Name: Isamu Igarashi

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Appearance: Isamu has light brown eyes, black hair that spikes out in all directions despite all of his attempts to comb it and sort of a relaxed but perpetually crooked smile on his face whenever he's in a good mood. Other than that he's fairly average in height and build for someone his age and normally dresses in his school uniform or else in casual, slightly unkempt clothes. In fact he tries to deliberately invoke 'ordinary' as much as possible in his dress and mannerisms and generally uses his appearance to play up his act as a completely average student hardly worth anyone's second glance.

Personality: Ever since he was small, Isamu has spent his time carefully cultivating an appearance as a completely ordinary if not outright mediocre boy in every way. He's easygoing and tries to be friendly towards most people he meets. That surface of friendliness aside, he tries to distance himself somewhat from other people due to being terrified of what would happen if people found out about his 'talent' and to that end is kind but generally non-committal towards others. He avoids just about all sports and extra-curricular activities that might get him noticed, and his hobbies tend mainly towards books and video games and he's especially fond of detective fiction, science fiction and fantasy as well as occasionally 'researching' random topics when he's bored. Partly because he spends so much time alone he has a somewhat overactive imagination and occasionally drifts off into his own little world. That said, he's actually rather clever and cares about people but would generally prefer to just keep living his ordinary life.

Abilities: Magic Trait-Increase Burner: Isamu's 'talent', actually a rather rare magic trait that allows for instinctive and instantaneous use of Self-Reinforcement spells. In short it is the innate skill to turn Mana directly into physical ability. Through use of Increase Burner, Isamu's speed, reflexes, strength, durability and agility can be increased to superhuman levels without the use of traditional magecraft or spells. While his physical traits can be exponentially improved instantaneously, Isamu's magic trait still draws directly from his Mana reserves. Therefore the bigger the increase is the more Mana is required and the faster he begins to run low on it.

Isamu is completely unaware of magic outside of his Magic Trait, but possesses the unusual Affinity of Glass. if he were ever to learn how to use his magic properly then apart from spells directly meant to effect or mimic glass, it would enable him greater proficiency with spells involving Fragility, Clarity and Reflection

Skills: Unfortunately, cultivating the appearance of an extraordinarily ordinary person means that Isamu has relatively few notable skills. He's smarter and more clever than he lets on, and time spent reading and looking things up 'just because' means he has a surprisingly wide amount of knowledge on various subjects, but it basically amounts to 'is better than average at knowing trivia'.

Equipment: Nothing notable.

Brief Backstory: Isamu Igarashi was adopted after an incident he can only vaguely remember resulted in the deaths of his birth family when he was very, very young. He ended up with a kindly if as far as he knows mundane family, and has basically lived a comfortably middle class childhood. He had spent a lot of time worrying about what might happen if anyone ever found out he was capable of superhuman physical feats, but for the most part he's never had much of an occasion to use his talent minus a few instinctive uses when he was much younger that his parents insisted he should keep secret. Ideas like fighting crime or righting wrongs with his ability had never much occurred to him, and for the most part both his life and his self-image have been that a of a completely ordinary guy.

What he has no idea of is that he's actually the child of two unusual families of Mages, and that he's about to be caught up in a world that cost his original family their lives.

Plot Role: Plot Magnet

Black Moon, White Night: An Urban Fantasy Visual Novel Inspired RP Reboot with a twist

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Black Moon, White Night: An Urban Fantasy Visual Novel Inspired RP Reboot with a twist

Name: Isamu Igarashi

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Appearance: Isamu has light brown eyes, black hair that spikes out in all directions despite all of his attempts to comb it and sort of a relaxed but perpetually crooked smile on his face whenever he's in a good mood. Other than that he's fairly average in height and build for someone his age and normally dresses in his school uniform or else in casual, slightly unkempt clothes. In fact he tries to deliberately invoke 'ordinary' as much as possible in his dress and mannerisms and generally uses his appearance to play up his act as a completely average student hardly worth anyone's second glance.

Personality: Ever since he was small, Isamu has spent his time carefully cultivating an appearance as a completely ordinary if not outright mediocre boy in every way. He's easygoing and tries to be friendly towards most people he meets. That surface of friendliness aside, he tries to distance himself somewhat from other people due to being terrified of what would happen if people found out about his 'talent' and to that end is kind but generally non-committal towards others. He avoids just about all sports and extra-curricular activities that might get him noticed, and his hobbies tend mainly towards books and video games and he's especially fond of detective fiction, science fiction and fantasy as well as occasionally 'researching' random topics when he's bored. Partly because he spends so much time alone he has a somewhat overactive imagination and occasionally drifts off into his own little world. That said, he's actually rather clever and cares about people but would generally prefer to just keep living his ordinary life.

Abilities: Magic Trait-Increase Burner: Isamu's 'talent', actually a rather rare magic trait that allows for instinctive and instantaneous use of Self-Reinforcement spells. In short it is the innate skill to turn Mana directly into physical ability. Through use of Increase Burner, Isamu's speed, reflexes, strength, durability and agility can be increased to superhuman levels without the use of traditional magecraft or spells. While his physical traits can be exponentially improved instantaneously, Isamu's magic trait still draws directly from his Mana reserves. Therefore the bigger the increase is the more Mana is required and the faster he begins to run low on it.

Isamu is completely unaware of magic outside of his Magic Trait, but possesses the unusual Affinity of Glass. if he were ever to learn how to use his magic properly then apart from spells directly meant to effect or mimic glass, it would enable him greater proficiency with spells involving Fragility, Clarity and Reflection

Skills: Unfortunately, cultivating the appearance of an extraordinarily ordinary person means that Isamu has relatively few notable skills. He's smarter and more clever than he lets on, and time spent reading and looking things up 'just because' means he has a surprisingly wide amount of knowledge on various subjects, but it basically amounts to 'is better than average at knowing trivia'.

Equipment: Nothing notable.

Brief Backstory: Isamu Igarashi was adopted after an incident he can only vaguely remember resulted in the deaths of his birth family when he was very, very young. He ended up with a kindly if as far as he knows mundane family, and has basically lived a comfortably middle class childhood. He had spent a lot of time worrying about what might happen if anyone ever found out he was capable of superhuman physical feats, but for the most part he's never had much of an occasion to use his talent minus a few instinctive uses when he was much younger that his parents insisted he should keep secret. Ideas like fighting crime or righting wrongs with his ability had never much occurred to him, and for the most part both his life and his self-image have been that a of a completely ordinary guy.

What he has no idea of is that he's actually the child of two unusual families of Mages, and that he's about to be caught up in a world that cost his original family their lives.

Plot Role: Plot Magnet

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

|~Day 2, 17:54-18:07 GST~|
|~Nazca, Navi, and Khan, Prison Complex (Aurek)~|

Khan shivered a little as they walked toward the Kolto tank, the droid all cold and clammy against his skin. Hiding the droid under his shirt might have been effective, but it sure was unpleasant. He scanned the area as he did under the pretext of working some stiffness out of his neck to make sure the robot was concealed from the cameras by his body before he lifted his shirt to set the droid down and hugged himself squirming all over now that the metal was no longer chilling his torso. “R-right, Xid’s in the tank like we said, now what?”

“Now, Navi tells us if we’re even near a planet to make these escape pods useful, and then we play patty cake or something so he can go...do something, I didn’t catch what.” She raised an eyebrow at the robot. “You’re not going to check on Xid when we’re not here.”

Buzzt. Whirling, click. Navi said in a cold tone, his little body walking up to the Kolto tank a bit to touch out a single leg. There was little he could do with his creator currently floating in the murky tank and that alone depressed the little droid, feeling guilty for not being there when he should’ve been. Gently he kept the leg on the tank while he relayed the fact the ship’s current course was to dock at Tatooine then stay to renew supplies. It stated the time for the maintenance and even the location of the escape pods. Several minutes had passed while it relayed all that it knew, the lift on the other side of the prison returning Koren and unexpectedly… Jayda as well.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|17:45-17:47 GST |~
~|Khan, in his bunk in the the Prison Complex (Aurek)|~

Khan was still fuming in a mix of sadness and frustration at being unable to prevent Koren from being taken away, even if Xid was at least no longer in danger of being killed through excessive torture. Still, it had hurt seeing a newfound friend and ally taken away to be interrogated and hurt for what had seemed as much that arrogant Sith's own enjoyment as any pressing need for actual information. Still, when he found his leg prodded by a little droid that had apparently sneaked out from somewhere he looked down at it curiously enough. He tried to make all of his movements less than obvious and mainly look with just his eyes.

"Huh? Hi little...droid thing. What do you want?"

It was sort of cute in a weird looking way, though droids were always a little odd to him because he couldn't read their stances properly or any sort of emotional content off of them. He stooped to seemingly fix his footwear and scooped the droid up to get a better look. The only Jedi prisoner he knew of who might own and make a customized droid like this, so that seemed like a good place to start.

"Are you Xid's droid?" A little leg-thing seemed to move in an affirmative along with a series of beeps, drones and whistles he didn't understand.

"Well um, I'm sure whatever you're trying to say is important but I can't understand you." He looked around cautiously and let his voice carry a little "Um..can anyone here understand droids? Like...the beeping, whistling kind?"

Hopefully, someone would be around to translate for the droid.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Right I'm back although I'll probably pass out cold any minute

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 2, 17:15-17:17 GST|~
Khan Sainen-On a bunk in the prison

Khan was laughing just as much as Koren had been at his own jokes, finding the whole experience to be a big relief after the boredom, fear and tension that had filled his time for the most part since his arrival on the prison ship. Still, he was using as much of his training as he could to make sure that even when he would have been practically falling over laughing he was staying in a relatively fixed position. To anyone not in the know, it would probably look like he was still just making sure that Xid wasn't going to keel over dead as he fixed some medical equipment. The reality of it was the young Echani was doing his best to run interference between Xid and the cameras while the Jedi Knight modified the training saber into something more useful.

In fact, Khan had been doing a lot of 'helping' for the injured Jedi that was actually more subversive than it looked. They had spent some time along with a female he still didn't know well learning how to covertly open and operate the lifts in case the need ever arose for them to be used in speed or secrecy until Khan was sure he could do so himself if necessary. Converting the training saber into a more useful weapon was just another step in what Khan hoped would be an eventual escape from this place, not that he could manage it on his own. For now just being here with others who were not Sith-aligned, laughing and listening to entertaining stories was enough. It was a little bit of light in the darkness and as his Master might have said, all those little lights can add up.

Then, the laughter and joking changed.

Khan noticed it in Koren first, could read the sudden seriousness his posture took on, the alertness to an approaching danger the Echani did not yet feel even though the older Jedi continued with his storytelling. Nevertheless he altered his positioning slightly, to appear neutrally posed yet combat ready regardless in an attempt to prepare for whatever was coming, give himself an edge if they had to react. Xid was still too injured to fight, but many if not all of them were gathered there. If it came down to it Khan was prepared for a fight. In the next few moments he heard the turbolift engage and tried to keep his posture fluid and relaxed.

Two troopers walked in with what was obviously a Sith in tow and moved to seize Xid. Instantly every muscle in Khan's body prepared for violent action, though to an individual not skilled in body-reading it would hardly be noticeable. The scenario was already running through his mind at the speed of thought, not a Jedi's precognition but an Echani warrior's tactical training though hardly as flawless as one properly trained:

A quick hard impact to snap the helmeted head back followed by a spear-like jab into the throat to disrupt breathing and blood-flow to the brain as soon as the first trooper moved in range, spring up and maneuver the now disoriented and gasping if not unconscious first trooper between himself and the second to absorb possible retaliation, follow through by tossing them into each other, finish off the second as he tried to steady himself from the impact of the first. Two of them down in a few moments time. The Sith would be harder, Khan would have to use what little talent in Force Speed he had and the dark warrior's own arrogance and the lack of martial arts training that were both obvious from his stance to overwhelm him before he could draw his weapons or bring the Force to bear, a gamble but a necessary one to protect his new friend.

As he was just about to strike, Koren stepped up between the troopers and the Sith, his body radiating caution like crazy as if he was shouting at Khan to stay still along with everyone else in the room. Khan stopped almost by reflex, having been conditioned from earliest childhood to obey in these sorts of situation. So instead Khan watched everyone for signs of hostility but otherwise sat helpless and frustrated as the older Jedi volunteered in Xid's place. If he moved now Khan was confident he could still take the troopers, but with Koren in the way he couldn't get a clear path to the Sith and that would needlessly expose his comrades to danger.

It killed him almost as much as abandoning his Master had, but for now he would just have to wait.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

As far as I can tell I've been both autohit and generally powergame'd/puppetmastered by @The Survivor, who both automatically beat Khan up and dictated all of Khan's reactions to his presence and actions without consulting me or giving me a chance to react. Just to clarify that that's what just happened.

DC Comics: Shattered Justice

January 2nd 2015,
The Height of Morning Rush Hour,
Downtown Fawcett City

Traffic stood completely still in the streets at Fawcett City's busiest intersection, backed up likely for miles and miles with not even one vehicle moving so much as an inch forward. Despite that, there was no shouting, no honking of horns, not even the tiniest sign of road rage or faintest grumble of annoyance among the good people of Fawcett City.

After all It was hard to feel just angry or annoyed when traffic was being jammed by a building-sized mechanical Death-Bot.

The architect of this aggravating accumulation of automobiles and automaton sat perched on a strange craft embedded in the robot's head, an almost skeletal grin splitting his face as the sun gleamed off of his thick glasses and protruding, bald forehead. Standing in his strange craft atop the massive humanoid war machine, he addressed the masses with what appeared to be a built in microphone inside of the dome of the thing.

"People of Fawcett City! I! Doctor Thaddeus Sivana, have come to wish you all a Happy New Year!-"

The people below stopped their trembling in fear and for the most part all agreed that this was a very nice gesture from the mad scientist, generally nodding along, smiling, returning the sentiment, a few children even waving from the backseats of cars-

"-for after I destroy this intersection I've always hated, it shall be time for me to fulfill MY New Year's Resolution! Conquering Fawcett City and subsequently, THE WORLD! Heh! Heh! Heh!~"

Screaming and panicking commenced shortly thereafter as Doctor Sivana's death-bot began charging up a massive chest laser, presumably preparing to melt the roads and their occupants back into bubbling tar and molten metal. But just as the laser began priming to fire the robot was knocked back onto its' heels by an airborne red blur, causing the devastating blast to be knocked harmlessly into the air. As it missed a heroic voice rang out:

"That's one New Year's resolution you're going to break, Sivana!" Captain Marvel was there suddenly, floating in front of the mad scientist and the robot with its' smoking chest-mounted laser cannon. "Now, come along quietly and leave these nice citizens to their business!"

For his part Sivana seemed completely calm, though the grin slipped from his face within his transparent bubble "Ah, if it isn't the Big Red Cheese! How unexpected...by which of course I mean completely expected! Captain Nazi, now!"

The Swastika-adorned ex-super soldier suddenly appeared with what was likely the aid of some cloaking device of Sivana's, carrying a what looked like a large, stereotypical ray gun. He fired it into Captain Marvel's back in that instant of surprise and though Earth's Mightiest Mortal felt no pain he was nevertheless sent crashing to the ground feet first as if a great weight was dropped on him. Before he could do more than blink at the sudden descent another blast hit him and the pavement gave way under his feet, suddenly struggling to do more than slightly move his arms as he sank up to his armpits into the street.

"Heh! Heh! Heeeh!~ You big musclebound oaf! Thanks to my prototype Graviton Ray, you'll be crushed helplessly under the magnified weight your own super-strong body! Even if you could move, my Omnivehicle's protective dome is made of an unbreakable glass of my own devising, and once my Death-bot's laser charges up again I'm finally going to be rid of you and this infuriating infrastructure all in the same day!"

"An excellent plan Herr Doctor! With that done you can finally have time to recreate the glorious Nazi science that empowered me, and together our army will conquer everything! Best of all you, Captain Marvel, will be as dead as my past dreams of a racially pure Europe! Though unlike you, those will soon be revived!"

Captain Marvel seemed to be trapped helplessly as his foes taunted and the Death-Bot's chest laser began charging up once more. Though his arm blurred outward once with super-speed, he could not free himself and seemed to bow his head with his hands clasped together in either sorrowful defeat or a last moment of peace before the end was upon him. Then laser chest cannon fired and all seemed lost...

...only for Captain Marvel to thrust out his hands as the laser suddenly split into a dazzling array of beautiful colors, melting precisely no one and nothing. Sivana and Captain Nazi both stared in shock as the laser failed to destroy both hero and street, with Sivana only stuttering out a weak "Wh-what?! H-how is that possible!?"

Captain Marvel explained it all with good cheer, smiling just a little. "Why it's simple, Sivana! Earlier when I was pretending to try and free myself I was actually reaching for some specific rocks I noticed on the ground! Then by precisely applying the Strength of Hercules along with Zeus' lightning and high-speed hand movements for temperature regulation I simulated the conditions required for the creation of a synthetic diamond at super-speed! Using its naturally occurring ability for optical diffraction, I used it to split the power of your laser cannon into a harmless laser light-show!" He displayed his hands palm-up and in fact there was a large diamond glittering between them. "You can see for yourself if you don't believe me! Here, catch!" With that Marvel's arm blurred again as he pitched the diamond overhand, shattering the 'unbreakable' glass of the Omnivehicle's dome atop the robot and purposefully missing Sivana by inches, sending the doctor cowering. Just then the effects of the Graviton Ray wore off and he burst from the ground, easily dodging further blasts from Captain Nazi now that he was no longer surprised by the tactic.

The quick strike Captain Marvel delivered in response was hardly enough to put down the powerful Albrecht Krieger, but it was just enough to distract him so that the Big Red Cheese could snatch the Graviton Ray from his hands and give him a taste of his own medicine at close range. Thus with Sivana curled up in a fetal position and Captain Nazi slammed into the ground under his own weight, it was easy enough for the good Captain to disassemble the Death-Bot and fly off to the cheers of the crowd as the Nazi super soldier and the power hungry mad scientist awaited the proper authorities.

Yes, just another morning in Fawcett City!