Estylwen

Elementals: Void Assault

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Obsidian: Wyverns [Character Deposit]

Laraxis Valco

Name: Laraxis Valco

Age: 28

Power: 

-- Technopathic Perception

Laraxis can see the blueprints and foundations for any existing or fragmented and broken technology. This requires him to have a physical connection with the machinery to see its origins, however. He can also piece together all sorts of advanced technology and read electrical signals off it (like mind reading for computers), but cannot manipulate it beyond that. 

Appearance: His platinum blond hair is half an inch short on the sides and back with his two inch bangs lightly gelled off his forehead. Coupled with snowy white skin, Laraxis looks incredibly pale. A thin line of smokey eyeliner lines the underside of his eyelids, highlighting his crystal blue eyes. He is of average height with an athletic build, often seen with small gold gauges among other piercings along his ear and gold rings adorning three of his fingers. His usually wears a custom-tailored one-shouldered monk outfit made out of molten grey fabric embroidered with shiny gold design. 

Personality: in a couple words, Laraxis is a ticking time-bomb. Despite all his talk of  one-with-the-Universe and meditation, he's the most bipolar, eccentric man you'll ever meet. One moment he'll be calm and kind, the next completely livid. Or simply crazy. He's a hypocrite to his own words, and you'd never hear him apologize for it, or for anything really. He has high expectations of everyone, and when those aren't met he never considers what he asks to be impossible. The blame is always on others. But he knows how to inspire confidence, and this makes up for some of his other aspects.

History: Coming across a dimension free of almost all supernatural elements, Laraxis immediately saw an opportunity. The amount of fear put toward super terrorists (he laughed at this, coming from a world where superheroes were embraced) could easily be used against them. With less to get in the way, he set about getting his hands on the Operatives, and for the next two years he learned everything he could about them. There wasn't much, most of the research was obliterated in Obsidian's explosion. But Laraxis found what he needed, and waited until the time was right to begin phase two.

Obsidian: Wyverns

I want to stop leading the story in the next post or so, bear with me. Then things'll get... Unpredictably exciting. >w>

Whoever doesn't go to the underground facility gets to meet the opposing side (Laraxis' sworn enemy), you won't be left with nothing to do, haha. XD

Edit: Added an 'Important NPC's' section in the opening OOC post, and Laraxis's sheet is exposed for all.

Elementals: Void Assault

Sorry for the delay, I've posted. There's a bit of a plot twist, just for you. We get to fight our way out together~ :3

Elementals: Void Assault

It seemed the entertainer had a shy side, as Yahtzee almost blushed after she spoke. Cora couldn't help but smirk, amused. It was strange, she actually got along with this element, unlike last time. Shida, bless his soul, was a hot-head. Yahtzee might have been ridiculously spirited, but he was youthful, very down-to-earth. 

The Earth Hygron definitely seemed more menacing up close, but Cora held her ground. Her eyes didn't stray from his as he claimed Vrail for his own, finally backing off after. She shrugged him off, nodding. "Yeah, whatever man."

Will approached her afterward, a quiet look in his eyes. Cora gave him her undivided attention. "So, do we have a plan? Also, I'm sorry I snapped like that. I shouldn't have done that."

"Food. Food's the plan." Cora tossed the plastic wrapped 'candy' bar to Will. She would be the last of them who'd eat, she would make sure of this. Besides, she had no idea how long it's been since Will had a decent meal. "There's a warehouse near Appling, we're gonna head there and start turning things around. And really, it's okay. I uh, I lost my cool too. So don't sweat it." 

Yahtzee's guardian had the strength to fly for the both of them, to Cora's amazement. Her own Irys didn't have that ability, only one of empath sensing. Sig leapt onto his turtle, tapping its head. Cora joined him, pulling herself up with nimble fingers onto the massive shell. 

"Yes, yes. Let's be off. Destiny await."

4:34pm, half a day later | The Warehouse

It stood alone in a barren field, a cement building ringed with chain link fence. The warehouse was massive, sprawling across the land and tall against the trash heaps surrounding it. Cora spied it from afar, seeing abandoned trucks but no people. Not a single worker in sight. A fully stocked building with absolutely no guards. It was their lucky day.

"Let's approach with caution, just to be safe." She said as they closed in, quietly breaking the front door. The place was a gold mine, honest to Kyra. There were stacks upon stacks of fresh military rations, canned food, even a form of chocolate! There were other basic essentials, but Cora soon became too distracted to revel in their spoils. Something was off...

This was far too easy. Something wasn't right. The moment Cora grew suspicious, Irys started pinging off in her head. From the rafters and balcony floor surrounding the warehouse's perimeter came dozens of armed professionals, peeping out from behind cover with their guns pointed at the Elementals below. 

"We have you surrounded, get on your knees!" Yelled a commanding voice from the balcony floor.

"Shit, a trap?!" Cora shot Sig a leery stare. "You set us up, didn't you."

Obsidian: Wyverns

Oooooh, I really like the fanart, Jazz. Fanart is sweet, I should totally do some too. XD

I agree with both sheets, excellent characters Lyn and Psycho! I'll add them to the list, but do tell when the rest of your sheet's up for Ghost. :3

Rubylust [Estylwen x Wrensthav]

Haha, life gets busy sometimes. I just moved into the city, so I've had my share of busy too.

Obsidian: Wyverns

Just posted, thank you for your patience. Just a few things to clarify: 1) Everyone at Manhattan Square gets an anonymous wallet, one way or another. 2) Everyone enroute to the Magnet Theater gets followed. Handle that how you will. ;)

Will look at CS submitions in a moment~

Obsidian: Wyverns

There were two seats on either side of the aisle, and Citrine was mildly disappointed when her plane ticket didn't have the window seat. She looked across the middle-aged man asleep beside her, sneaking a glance out the window as they left the lights of Portland behind. Due to her unique situation, she asked for the next flight to New York. Traveling in the dead of night wasn't something she enjoyed, but it was quite familiar. They'd arrive in New York at 7:13am, and Citrine likely wouldn't find a wink of sleep the entire five hours she was stuck hurling through the sky. 

A bright, golden thread wove itself down the aisle, alerting Citrine of the stewardess slowly making her way with the food cart. Watching the hand-out of snacks and drinks made her tummy audibly growl; she hadn't had a thing to eat all night what with the rushed packing and a quick taxi. When the stewardess reached her she spun a quick sob story that scored her two extra cookies, crackers, and a free sandwich. Happy with the spoils of her labour, she devoured it all in ten minutes flat. 

Satisfied, she spent the rest of the flight going through scenarios in her head. While her vision couldn't show what awaited her in New York, she assumed a couple things. There would be other Operatives in Manhattan Square, some of which she may not be happy to see. And the eccentric trying to control the most rare breed of humans in the world, she was curious to see what his game was. Security would be on high alert at the Square (the masked man was an idiot, really), so going in disguise would be her best chance. It wouldn't do to have the suits walk her off in handcuffs, not with the game only beginning. 

10:15am

After holing up in a hotel and finding a couple hours of sleep, Citrine treated herself to a small spree down the flashy stores of New York. Her disguise went for a chic, trendy look, dressing in a cashmere shirt, dark slacks, a beige pinstripe blazer and white high heels. A colourful silk scarf wrapped around her head and white Ray Bans hid her eyes, perfectly disguising her most noticeable features. 

Manhattan Square was encircled by officers and shiny police cars, just as Citrine anticipated. She knew talking her way in would be useless and resigned to simply walk around the Square, eyes open. The other Operatives would be faced with the same predicament, she just hoped the eccentric man had a way to contact them despite the cops crawling around. 

"Miss, excuse me but I believe you dropped this." Said a man behind her. When Citrine shook her head he simply pressed a wallet into her hand and walked off, disappearing into the crowd. What surprised her was what the wallet contained -- $1000 in cash and a brand-new identity with her picture on it. The fakes were very convincing; whoever forged these had some serious skill. The wallet also contained a note, which Citrine curiously read:

Consider these gifts an investment in our two-way partnership. You will find I'm a very easy man to get along with; you scratch my back, I scratch yours. I love the sound of money, the sound of cooperation. But the sound of disappointment, I hate thee. 

Come join me at my facility under Magnet Theaters, 254 West and 29th Street. Come alone. Don't be followed. The consequences could be... Well, unpleasant. 

 Hugs and Kisses,
~Laraxis
Citrine re-counted the bills, debating if it was enough to cover her shopping bill. Quietly tutting, she hailed a taxi and made her way to the west side of New York. Stopping ten blocks away, Citrine stepped out and continued the rest on foot, quickly glancing around. It was too easy, slipping back into the old ways. Back when predators hunted predators...

Her senses unfolded outwards, picking up the emotions broadcasting in her vicinity. Dozens of pinpoints registered on her internal radar, commanding half her attention as she methodically zig-zagged her walking, searching for any suspicious patterns. About five minutes from the theatre Citrine finally spotted two shady spots shadowing her movements, and she darted into an alley. The suspicious targets rushed in after her, panicking, to which she quickly diffused in the darkness. With two men knocked out cold, Citrine departed the alley and finished her journey. 

The theatre was wedged in among many other buildings along the busy streets, windows facing the road with an elegant, dark green awning overhanging the concrete. Thick gold letters spanned the awning: MAGNET THEATER

Citrine slipped through the doors, unsurprised to see the theatre empty except for one child hostess who seemed to recognize her. The child escorted her to an elevator behind the 'Employees Only' door, and she was sent several levels underground. To her amusement, this Laraxis character installed the elevators with music. The lamest piano music possible. 

The elevators opened to a hallway of shiny white floors, walls, and a high ceiling of equal shine. The hallway led to a huge warehouse-like room filled with various containers, strange bits of metal, and rolls upon rolls of copper wire. Laxaris stood at the center of a massive computer console, surrounded by men in white working on glass dashboards flickering with data. Laraxis still wore the same robes he did when he hacked into the broadcasting channels, but the mask was gone, revealing perfect platinum hair short on the sides and slicked back. His angelic face was offset by the sharp line of black underlining his blue eyes. 

A wolfish grin flashed across his face. "I see you got my gift."

Citrine played the magnanimous card, returning the smirk. "I was so intrigued, Mr. Laraxis. 'Twas very generous of you, to be sure. Nothing's free these days, however, and I know there's a catch."

He waved her off, shaking his head. "No catch, no catch. Please, do you think of me so negatively? I have only an innocent proposal, one which I'll give once more of your brethren arrive." He gestured to a tea tray beside him. "Do you take sugar?"

"Hah, I don't know if we were that close." Citrine scoffed. "No, straight with a shot of peach Schnapps please."

Elementals: Void Assault

Eehhhhh... Titanpad is good for those of us who want to do collaborative posts, and then post that to RPG. But I want the roleplay to remain here.

Here's a link of you want to do a collaborative post with someone: https://elementals.titanpad.com/1

Oh, now that we're on the road I'd like to fast-forward to the warehouse. Urukhai, I'll wait for your post beforehand, and anyone else who still wants to get in their two cents. My post will be up tonight.