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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

@Eviledd1984 I love that your Avi is Londo, by the by

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Location: Casino

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There were Ana and black tentacles and all sorts of happenings. It was getting a little crowded in her space. As a brawler, she was concerned she might hit Cthulu guy or Ana so she hopped back a couple of paces. That was when Gambit came in and directed that Chrysi be killed. Bobbi smiled slightly - she would be fine with doing so. Chrysi was kind of a bitch but a little something in the back of her head began gnawing at her. Would Gambit regret that decision?

Jack was starting to argue with Gambit about this. Bobbi turned her attention on Chrysi but was distracted once again. This time by Casper. He seemed to be having some sort of a breakdown. As her teammate and unable to gain much quarter on the battlefront, she now made him her responsibility. She ran toward him and sat her hammer aside as she reached out and grabbed his wrists to keep him from hurting himself.

"Oi, oi. Is all right cher," she used a sweet and crooning voice as she looked up at him. It wasn't really helping. She was a very physical being. She could fight monsters that were right there in front of her. She could do nothing about the invisible things tormenting her friend. She looked around, trying to figure out what to do for him. Maybe if she could cover his ears in some way? Bobbi reached her arm into the void, pushing through that invisible space which glowed soft white around her arm. Grasping an item, hoping it was the headphones and some kind of music player. She pulled it out to find she had gotten, instead, a pair of furry pink ear muffs. She shrugged and did her best to place the ear muffs over his ears.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Location: Winged Boar, Aven, Askavi, Terreille

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She breathed a small sigh of relief when Jandar stood down. She backed up out of his space to find and settle down at a table in the corner where she could have a quiet discussion with her companions. She sat between them so that she could easily be heard by them and hopefully not by any eavesdroppers within the bar. Fatima accepted the wine with a smile and quiet thanks. She was a bit sad to not get a chance to try the ale, she did like a good drop but the wine would suffice. She sipped it and it burned all the way down her tongue, through her throat, and coated her stomach. She breathed out after the sip - not bad just a surprise that it was so strong. Certainly not a typical morning drink. Had she been on her own she would have made a joking tease to the bartender that he was trying to get her drunk. But as she had told Jandar earlier, neither the time nor the place.

The entrance of the female Eyrien was done with quite a bit of pomp and circumstance. Or, at least what she viewed as Eyrien fanfare. There were awe and reverence in the bar dwellers upon her appearance. She wondered who the woman was, she held some sort of sway though she was not the most powerful here in terms of rank and gem. She watched her for a bit, considering this before she was distracted by Jassen.

She made a sour expression at him as he seemed to think the barkeep might poison them. She was trying to build relationships here, not something she could do if her companions kept offering offenses. And ESPECIALLY if she was supposed to go off on her own. She sighed deeply and rubbed her hands over her face. She responded to Jandar, "Perhaps they may not be, but it is not they with which I must contend. If I go alone it is you who will stay here and if you are getting into fights... Well, my heart would be quite broken should either of you die." She spoke plainly and in a light whisper. "I want to ensure that you will be safe here or safe there. Though if you both keep up this posturing I think it would almost be safer for you to accompany me." Would it really though? She didn't like this decision she had to make at all. Being separated meant danger for all of them. Being together meant near certain death. She was so confused.

Yet another Eyrien entered the bar and with him she had an odd feeling. A connection perhaps, like a soft breeze it fluttered through her but she could not be sure. It might have just been his power which washed over her this way. She would need to look into his eyes, a straight to straight contact. She pursed her lips and considered what to do. A part of her screamed that they should leave the bar now. She did NOT need to be making any more of her Court. But then... just one more couldn't hurt, right? An easier decision. She tossed back the wine in her glass, draining it. It made her eyes water a bit as she wiped her lips on the back of her hand. Fatima stood and whispered to Jander and Jassen, "Stay here. Behave." Her tone was pointed.

Carrying the glass up to the bar, she took note of the Eyrien eyes upon her. She felt naked despite her boyish clothes and skull cap. Exposed. And hated. She stopped at the bar and found that she could just see above it, the edge of the bar coming to her collarbones. The tiny Queen set her cup upon the wooden counter, ready to ask for a refill. She turned her gaze upon the Eyrien male who had most recently entered and offered both he and his companion a smile. "Good morning," she said in a light, happy tone. Just once, when their eyes met, then she would know.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

Mona Windrider

Location: The Palace Courtyard - J6 to S8
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She was glad of the guard having quick reflexes. Mona had to say she would not have enjoyed falling in a tangled mess with him. Especially with enemies about. The marble she had thrown had missed its mark, unfortunately, but found another. She sincerely hoped it was a vampire and not a poor citizen of the state. She started thinking about what she should do next to take down the more obvious target but someone beat her to it. She was out of fire marbles anyway and running out of ideas.

A quick scan of those that appeared to be living did not deliver her any information on who had become a foul beast and who was still of the living. This was quite frustrating, especially in that she did not know how to handle an enemy should she come to recognize one. With a huff she raised a hand and made a motion as if she were stirring a pot. "Eastern, Western, North, and South. From e'rey land or maiden's mouth. Turn a step and dance wit' me, bring up dirt well past deir knees."

As they were bidden, a wind kicked up around the vampires, civilian, and corpses. It pulled dust up into the air, causing temporary blindness and perhaps a coughing fit to those who breathed within the circle. Mona kept eyes out like a hawk, searching for any sign of the civilian in the trio left. Her plan was to quicken her step and pull the civilian to safety.

The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded

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Location: Briefing Room
Skills: none None

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Wesley raised his eyebrows at Demetria. She certainly liked to be quite the contrary one. Nothing but nay to say and no actual input. A mouth on a motor but it wasn't going anywhere. The large man shrugged languidly as he leaned back in his chair slightly. "True, the rich can afford all sorts of luxury. Even the luxury of deciding that their security look nothing like them. Black tie? Or mall cop?" he offered lightly. He made no further comment to her derision towards her name. If she would like to be called something else she could ask him politely to do so. For now, he would put his efforts into something more productive than to argue with a woman who had the anger impulse control of a two-year-old. He dealt with enough of that from Bobbi.

Ah, Evelyn, she wasn't pulling any punches. He smirked, holding back a small chuckle. "If the walls didn't tend to have ears, I would have said so myself," he responded. He leaned forward against the table as he looked over the map of the suspected place of partying. He didn't like the number of entrances and exits that could be utilized. Granted, if it was in the Serval building that was already quite a few pluses in their favor. "It would have been beneficial if she had stayed to offer more details on the job."

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Location: Briefing Room
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People talking and arguing and didn't anyone have anything more conducive to add? Not that Bobbi could talk, nor could she have been able to tell if someone had offered something worthwhile. She rubbed a hand over her face before downing the rest of her coffee. The planning thing wasn't really something she excelled at. "Look, when all y'all clever people get this shit figured out, give me a holler. I'm gonna go get some more coffee and then maybe take a nap." She gave an exaggerated yawn and moved to stand up when a hand clapped down on her shoulder to prevent the movement. She looked down at the hand and then followed the arm to Wesley who shook his head.

"What? It's not like I've got the smarts to be of use right now. I'm more of a point in the direction you want me to go and smash sort of person. Ask, Watts. He'll tell you!" She hoped that by calling out for the guy who disliked her the least would add credence to her cause. He would gladly tell them all of the ways she was a failure. Be sure to make it smart too! Smart like hurt, that was. Though probably smart like... smart cuz that the man was.

"Hence why it is a good training opportunity." She swore that the grin on Wesley's face as of pure sadism. She grumbled, crossed her arms, and glowered at the hologram projection of the room.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Location: Winged Boar, Aven, Askavi, Terreille

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She knew this realm was broken and she hoped that one day it wouldn't be. Things changed. Sometimes swiftly and sometimes at a snail's pace. But things changed. One of the Eyriens said, "For the Queen's pleasure." Fatima visibly winced again. It was not the words themselves which inflicted emotional pain; it was the tone with which they were spoken. She disliked the comparison many made to the others of her caste. It wasn't her fault that they behaved so poorly to their people. However, she could not fault the people who felt that way either. It was they who were downtrodden and so respect was something hard to come by.

Her interest piqued when the barkeep finally gave her the sort of information she was seeking. Tilting her head to the side she considered his words carefully. Go alone? Perhaps she should. A part of her feared that going alone would mean her death. But going with her companions would certainly mean her own. She turned white-gold eyes on Jandar as he spoke. She had to smile a little at his confidence that she could go on her own. She knew Jassen would be making a fuss if she decided to do so. The smile soon faded as Jandar offered a challenge to those within the bar. A soft flush swept over her cheeks and she turned and moved toward him.

Now in his space, she stood within his defenses. He could not, hopefully, attack without harming her. Fatima placed a hand on the arm that held the blade and looked up at him, shaking her head. "I ask that you stand down," she said quietly. "Now is not the time or place. Especially since there is already ill will towards us here." She hoped he would listen and hoped, even more, the Eyriens would not take offense to his actions. Things were much different here than they were in Kaeleer.

She turned to the barkeep again but remained close to Jandar. "If you would be so kind, I would like a few moments to speak this over with my companions. Could I ask you for some of your fine ale as well as something to snack upon? We have coin with which to pay." She pulled a few pieces from her side pouch on her belt to show the bartender lest he thinks she was lying. If given the okay she would lead the way to a table in the corner where she could sit down with her men and discuss the best plan of action while unbeknownst to her the person she sought stood outside of the tavern doors.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Location: Casino

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She felt a bit foolish, realizing Gambit was not in the room to give orders. This meant it was up to the team to make a decision. And crazy Chrysi was baiting them. She held back a growl as she tightened her grip upon her hammer. She swayed back and forth mentally. To maim or not to maim? This person was technically part of their group, however, she had grievously harmed another person. And then Cthulu came to visit.

At first, when the boy and tentacles appeared Bobbi felt a great amount of fear and apprehension. There was an understanding in her head though that this eldritch horror was not all that strange. Casper could do this sort of thing, this was not weird. At least, not weirder than anyone else. Since the first move had been made Bobbi did not waste any time joining the fray.

She watched the way the tentacles tossed the girl around before finally seeing an opening pause. She took it, quickly running up with her hammer raised and brought it down on the girl's exposed hand. Bobbi must have misjudged the amount of strength she used or perhaps the tentacles pulled her out of the way of most of the harm she intended to inflict. She only heard the soft thud of the hammer making contact with flesh and not the crunch of bone she had been going for.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

Mona Windrider

Location: The Palace Courtyard - J6 to S8
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Shrugging at the other woman's defensiveness, Mona let it go. She watched her a moment as she approached someone standing before a pile of burning bodies. Their conversation did not seem to be a happy one but at least it did not seem to be fighting so likely not something Mona had to worry too much upon. She instead turned her attention out to the next set of targets she should be going after. Her eyes scanned over fires until they landed on the crown prince and a couple of guards fighting against what had to be more of these creatures.

Immediately she set out across the lawn, it taking some time for her to run from the complete opposite side of the battlefield. She paid no mind to Mavis' corpse as her attention was completely on helping Myrus. She held a marble in her hands, her last one. How would be the best way to utilize it? She didn't want to burn any innocents or waste it. She didn't have much time to think about this as she came to her destination. Calling out another targeting spell she threw her last marble at Venus.

Wander🌙

I apologize for the delay on my part. Before I get working on a post I want to see if we are still going ahead with this or if it sort of died?

The Uncanny X-Babies - Concluded

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Location: Briefing Room
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Bobbi sipped her coffee and listened with a bored and sleepy look on her face. A small smirk graced her lips. Was it such a good idea to place someone like her around so many hoity-toity people? And what use could she be? She was more of a smash and grab type, not a protect the citizens sort of person. She rolled her eyes a bit while Andrew complained about people he didn't get along well with. 'Welcome to my world,' she thought as most of the team had made it apparent they were not fond of the ex-druggie. Belladonna stormed out, apparently upset at the idea of having to protect someone rather than kill them. People here thought she was the bonkers one.

Poor Alannah. She was trying so hard to get used to this world, not that much different from Bobbi who was trying to get used to being a sober individual. She sipped her coffee again, enjoying the bitterness and heat that slid down her throat. She chose to respond to the young woman. "They aren't powerful like super-powered or warriors or anything," Bobbi offered helpfully. "More like they have the most gold and can buy and do whatever they want with that gold. And now we want them to give that gold to... What charities?" Her tone was kind and patient until the question of charities which held a much more suspicious note. She turned her attention to the rest of the group. The boss lady had walked out of the room before taking any questions on this mission. Rude. And stupid. Bobbi might not have been a part of a superhero team before, but she had watched enough cop shows to understand something was up.

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Location: Briefing Room
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Aaaah, security detail. Bodyguard work. This was his meat and potatoes as of late before he got this babysitting gig. He kept quiet as Belladonna threw a bit of a temper tantrum. There was nothing to add to it. He could understand her frustrations though, remembering the first time he'd ever had to do a protection type mission. And Bobbi was being rather sweet toward Alannah. It was good to see she could have a positive and kind side to her. Even if she didn't direct it toward him. In the end, it was Evelyn he wanted to applaud. She asked the real questions, the details and that was important for security. The woman left before questions could be answered and Wesley found himself feeling annoyed.

This was too short of a notice to prepare for this kind of job. While there were those upset at having to do the security detail, he was upset at the lack of proper instructions. "We'll need blueprints, a list of those attending, and a series of plans for most likely events to occur. Not to mention the necessary attire. This just isn't enough time." His voice was a low grumble. "I agree Demetria, this is quite strange." He couldn't shake the sinking feeling in his stomach.