Esailia

Remnants [Cyndyr && Esailia]

Is that....an alarm? Was Alonare's first thought as she started to swim out of her unconsciousness. She could hear nothing but a high pitched ringing sound, and she found herself sprawled out on some rubble, her weapon thrown several yards away. Why is it over there? But as she looked around, her head still dizzy, she started to remember The airship.

The Faunus wobbled up onto her hands and knees, crawling over crumbled building and bits of ship towards her bow, her instinct screaming at her to be armed. She knew from experience no one could do anything without being able to fight back, and as she recovered and grew a bit quicker, it dawned on her Grimm could be racing towards them at any moment. The ringing was subsiding just as Alonare reached her bow, to be replaced with crackling of fire and the sparks of electrical conduits shorting out repeatedly. She could finally assess the destruction around her more clearly, and what she saw dwarfed everything else that happened that night.

It was a slice of hell. the dead and living were sprawled out, the ship cracked open like an egg from the impact with a department store. Alonare didn't even think about any possible survivors that could've been hiding there. She buckled down on her emotions, a self-taught skill out of necessity and started for the crash.

Looking around, she passed over several people, either dead or too far gone to care about. But she stopped short as she heard someone calling out names, and called out herself "Remain calm! If you are alive, find something to bang on!" Before taking her own advice and clanging the tip of her bow on a nearby piece of hull, the clear tinging sound of metal on metal ringing across the hell-scape.

She banged a few more times, before pushing forward towards the voice, hopefully the person would take her advice and make it easier to find them as well as others...

Remnants [Cyndyr && Esailia]

Didn't see anything on Alonare? I'm going to leave it up to an RPG injury table and a random number generator to see how she fared XD

Remnants [Cyndyr && Esailia]

My thought process was this: To keep it balanced in 'stuff we can't control', I caused the ship to start falling, so you get to decide how well off the ship is on crashlanding <3

Remnants [Cyndyr && Esailia]

Jumping nimbly across rooftops, Alonare was keeping pace with a small pack of Beowolves who apparently caught a scent they liked. She hadn't hunted Grimm at all, but she knew that all packs, be it Grimm or slavers, had a similar goal: To hunt down prey for their own benefit. Currently they were making a beeline for Beacon, that shining tower ever in the distance where so-called protectors of humanity were trained. Where were they, now that the world was crashing down around Humanity's ears? defending their own no doubt...

The Faunus locked down her thoughts and focused on her footwork, her body emanating a very dull dark green aura as she leaped from ledge to ledge. Whatever these Grimm were after, she secretly hoped the people on the other end of the trail were bad. She didn't have many arrows left...
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High above, caught in the crossfire between Grimm and military vessels, evacuation airships were starting to drop. Apparently the fear exuding from the survivors were drawing Nevermores like moths to a flame, despite any effort from the military. One such ship was hit by the body of a smaller nevermore, but it was enough to knock the ship off course and at an extreme angle to the ground. The pilot was helpless to recover, and chaos erupted as objects and people were flung around the passenger bay.
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An explosion above her made Alonare stop short of her next jump to look skyward.....just in time to see a skyship barreling toward her. ".....crap." was all she said before dashing TOWARD the ship. Logic dictated a falling object at an angle will keep going in the direction of inertia, so her only hope was to get under and behind the crash zone.

Plans never really work out the way one wants them to...

Remnants [Cyndyr && Esailia]

so I was thinking to avoid any conflict with the main story till they 'fail', we could crash the airship, and Alonare could be the one crashed on? It'd meet them up, maybe give us a few random throwaway characters to interact with, and push the story past that night?

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Running. Screaming. Grimm everywhere. Fire raging and buildings crumbling.

The girl was scrambling over rubble as images flashed behind her eyes of terror and horror. The world was falling around her head, and she hadn't seen a single hunter or Huntress in this part of town. In her haste she tripped on a piece of stone sticking up, causing her to tumble out of control down the pile to land with a thump. It was all the girl could do to get back on her feet, one now bleeding, to continue her flight from this hell. She stumbled through the half erect doorway and scurried across the abandoned street intersection, unaware that eyes were following her every movement.

Growls from the darkness. Yells of pain in the distance. The crackle and rumbling of buildings giving way.

A few streets over she heard people calling out for survivors. She didn't think. The hope of being safe fueled her lungs, filled her legs with renewed strength. her whole body tingled. She was going to be alright...Then the Grimm pounced from her left with a snarl. She screamed out and tried to get away, but it was helpless. She fell down and curled into a ball, praying for the world to stop. When the sound of a whistle whipped past her prone form. A second later, a heavy thump made the girl whimper and tighten her ball.

The world seemed to fall silent and still for a few moments, the girl still scared that the Grimm was just playing with her....and then it passed, the sounds of the city clutched in discord returned, and the footfalls of people came rushing towards her. It was only when a hand fell on her shoulder did the girl yelp and shoot upright, trying to defend herself. "It's alright! You're safe!" Someone kept saying, and the girl stilled to look around, dazed. The Grimm was dead at her feet, mouth lolling open to one side.

She looked around, but she didn't have time to ask questions, even if she could gather her mind to do so. The people took her away from that place, onto a military airship, and into the sky...Those emerald eyes following it.

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The city was lost. There was no hope to reclaim it from the Grimm. The Military was pulling out as many civilians as they could with what airships were left intact. There was no word from Beacon. But everyone in a position to receive information was aware the trouble originated from an event that happened on the peak of Beacon's tallest tower. But the question on everyone's mind: Where were the hunters and huntresses meant to prevent this calamity?

Through the Portal

Seems like our GM is taking an unexpected leave of RPG. Anyone else willing to stick around and root for her return? ^_^

Remnants [Cyndyr && Esailia]

Alright, I can get a 1st post up and see if its what we want. Usually once I get into working on an atmospheric post with free reign to detail random little events, it tends to get a bit long.

Remnants [Cyndyr && Esailia]

Are you wanting to initiate since you have more characters? Or do you want your group chasing Alonare because she's branded a slave with her collar? Just spitballing.

Remnants [Cyndyr && Esailia]

Nope, they look good <3