Fallenreaper

Samhain Intrigues

So good, the site had to double post it.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Location: Smithy's drug and grocery store, Las Vegas
Time: Evening

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Benjamin’s form kept low and slinked through what little smoke remained, using it to his advantage. His shadowy figure was only betrayed when light penetrated the thickness, his features still hazy and blurred in his movement. Golden eyes filled with purpose and aggression as he sought additional threats.

This wasn't over. Some instinct screamed in the back of his wild heart, the beat thumped loudly in his veins and vibrated each time. Paws danced through the scattered remains of various gains, snacks and blood leaving a smeared trail where he had paced repeatedly.

His fur bristled when his nose caught a whiff of the incoming Hounds. Little thought or planning edged into his mind when his body prowled closer. Ten men seemed ready and more organized this time. Three held strange devices at the ready while they were flanked by their fellows, their weapons raised and fingers close to the trigger. Brazenly, Benjamin’s large, bulky mass erupted from the smoke. His maws widened to latch onto the nearest man’s arm.

Fwooosh!

White, sticky tendrils poured out of the nozzle into his jaws causing Benjamin to choke midway through his action. The taste was chemical and completely horrible. He barely landed on his paws as he took a moment to claw the riot foam out, the liquid’s now solid mass took up the full front of his face. Effectively sealing his mouth shut. In his brief distraction, he made the perfect target.

Bullets sliced through the air and embedded into the younger werewolf, severing though flesh and embedded into muscle. The force’s impact managed to bash off some of the foam allowing the wolf to see. The flash of muzzled caused his head to twist away. Blood droplets and chunks of foam scattered across the tile floor, staining it red. Benjamin’s muscles tightened as he let out a deep, threatening growl. His animalistic eyes widened in anger at the sensation of bullets hitting him.

Their weapons rose again and Benjamin darted into the smoke once more. Shots peppered behind him as the flimsy plyboard was punctured in his wake, the last one managed to catch his hind leg and crippled him. An ear splitting yelp escaped him while he tried to create distance between the men and himself.

Seeming to guess this, one of the men made a circular gesture to surround him. The finger then pointed to about three individuals, two with guns and the final one with foam, to follow him.

Unaware of the danger on his heels, Benjamin whimpered softly in pain as the adrenaline died down. Something was different about these bullets. Blood dripped down his sides and made his path slick, his pads barely found purchase along the smooth floor. His fur was matted in about six places as his muscles began to feel weighed down. They barely responded to his commands. Weakly his nose turned to the nearest wound and inhaled.

Nothing. No scent, save for his blood which mingled with an off color taint. A shiver traveled up his spine. His right paw slipped as his side toppled to the ground hard, his breath laborious. The werewolf’s eyesight darkened the moment three figures appeared and cautiously walked toward him. Their weapons ready for the killing blow.

All Benjamin could do was weakly growl.

Samhain Intrigues

So I just got out of the Doctor and there are two strains of the flu going around.
Strain A has been killing people. Thankfully I have strain B, just as bad but not lethal. Regular anitibiotics don't work against this flu so they gave me something called termaflu to get rid of it. I also have strep throat on top of the flu.

@Belle

You the teddy, me the kitty. Let the healing snuggling commence!

Samhain Intrigues

I have a fever of 102, my eyes hurts and constant coughing has turned my throat into sandpaper...

Safe to say : I have the flu

@Belle

Woman! You need to stop getting sick and take it easy! *passes soup and warm blankets to sweat the virus out*

Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

<Snipped quote by DearTrickster>

Considering Clyff's random involvement in RPs and his non-reaction on Eos--- I figure that he won't know anyone. So I'll be skipping out on the collab. As much as it hurts me to.

@Sofaking Fancy

I know the feeling. Ryria was terrified out of it as you can read, which made me cry. So we're noobies to the group together! :P

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Eli

~| The Strike Team Base, 14^th hour |~

Eli’s blaster had let off one last shot. It landed directly on the last attacking creature causing to give one last death screech then tilted over, landed on its side and immediate still. Dead. Even from his position, the veteran could tell it wasn’t getting up ever again. Satisfied with the fact he was in better condition than a few of his companions, Eli rose up from one knee. He dusted off his pant leg as he darted toward the nearest fallen individual.

He bent down to press his finger to the throat, relieved to find a pulse. Breathing heavily, his head snapped up at Vebra’s comment and his lips pressed into a thin line frown. ‘Rodents? That’s all the horn-headed idiot had to say?!?’ Eli’s fingers tightened into a fist as he glared at his superior officer.

“Easy for you to say that when you weren’t here dealing with them. For simple rodents, they sure took out a few good men.” Eli commented in an acidic tone under his breath, feeling Vebra was being a hypocrite in some fashion.

The man was slightly relieved when rescuer’s master seemed to not make light of their earlier threat. Especially since he had heard of all sorts of horror stories about Sithspawn, mostly rumors but gradually they were finding facts to such stories. This wasn’t a good start to an already suicidal mission. Knowing he couldn’t leave the men out in the open, Eli leaned down then hauled the wounded individual over his shoulder. He secured the body as he turned on heel and back to move toward the cavern with the others. Leaving the higher ups to talk among themselves.

~| Some length away from the Strike Team Base (Sith outpost), 14^th hour |~

“Fuck do I hate patrol duty. Who’s idea was it to volunteer us, Sion?” complained a metallic voice through her helmet.

Private Sabe couldn’t help but feel irritated by the situation, disliking such dangerous tasks. She leaned forward and unclasped her helmet, the bulky thing came off with a sound hiss. Gently she straightened back up, placing the cumbersome thing under her arm, to frown at her companion. Her blond hair unfurled from its prison then cascaded down her bright blue eyes. An Imperial human, born and breed within the planets existing until the Empire’s rule.

She exhaled her frustration. The hard woman then thumped her helmet down on the nearby table. They were safe within the outpost thanks to a specialized, portable device designed to emit a subsonic sound wave. It kept many of the smaller wildlife away from the outpost within a small range, protecting the two for a limited time though they had strict orders to bring it back. Something about it not having a tracking device or something.

“If I recall right, you’re the one that got us into serious trouble with that Sith!” Sion snapped back.

"Whatever!"

He flipped the light on then began to peel off his armor for better mobility, “Did you check out the perimeter?”

“Of course. I just got back from the far side, and careful next round because the mud is slick. Also spotted some of those miniature Sith Hounds heading into a direction.”

“Might’ve found a Rancor corpse or something.”

“Possibly, but even then it’s still odd. I shudder to think about what is running loose on this planet that we still don’t know about…”

Xid

~| Nyiss' Complex: Prisoner Cells, 14^th hour |~

“Shiri, you were caught too? That’s what happened after you took off?” Xid gasped through gritted teeth.

His head twisted about as his eyes caught sight of the familiar twi’lek, relief flooded him then switched to worry. No one should be, but they were all caught. This wasn’t going to end well. Any concern shifted when Shiri addressed their unwanted guest by her name. The boy blinked in confusion then flipped back to the Twi’lek, his lips unable to produce the words he was looking for. Mainly how these two knew each other.

“I’ll be fine with some rest and patching. I highly doubt they will let you go with me and I rather not be separated from the group.” Xid’s tone took on an uncharacteristic defensive tone.

Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

Prologue

~|Ryria T’Vessi|~

Location: Luna Convention Center, Initiative Orientation
Time: Few days before Nexus

As the crowd’s deafening applause died down, Ryria stood quietly among them. Silently she absorbed the speech delivered earlier and its worth. The upcoming changes both excited her and frightened her common sense, but she stubbornly refused to yield to the fear. Unlike many, she had little to leave behind. No mate, no children or family.

The bitter truth slapped Ryria. Her fingers tightened about the white zinfandel wine she nursed close to her body as she stiffened, the sharp pain sliced deeply into the icy layer. She exhaled through her nose, dispelling its effect.
Here wasn’t the place to become emotional, she chided herself.

Casually her right hand drifted to her headscarf. It covered the top of her crest where it flowed down the back, the sides gently wrapped around her shoulders and neck. All of it was fastening neatly into place thanks to a decorative, blue rhinestone pin. The gems swirled about in its pattern before it ended. Casually she tugged it up, mentally ensuring all her flesh underneath was well covered. She didn’t want anyone to stare.

This was the first formal occasion she had attended in… decades. For not having the best fashion sense, Ryria felt confident in her attire choice. Following her curves was a simple party swing dress. The neck was a solid V and her sleeves were long, the skirt bottom rose just above her ankles. High heels laced up her calves until they tied just behind her knees. Naturally, they remain mostly unseen because the slits ended midcalf giving her plenty of movability. The color was medium purple so not to overwhelm her skin. She was grateful most her leg scars were hidden or broken by the crisscross pattern of her heels, or she doubted this dress would’ve suited her.

Once she was satisfied with the scarf’s position, she returned her hand to her drink. Her hard, grey eyes then cut through the crowds. It was time to go and she needed the easiest route to the exit. It slightly amused her to see the same pattern of socialization in this setting as in the wilds. At the heart of everything, she knew familiarity often brought comfort to all things.

She saw her opportunity at the small appetizer table. Impulsively she turned on heel and strolled in a brisk fashion toward it. Her hips swayed with purpose while old habits reared up, part of her attention on her surroundings.

Upon reaching the table, a recognizable turian purposely slipped into her peripheral vision. Ryria’s movements stopped dead in her tracks. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, the adrenaline poured into her veins then spread. Was that…? She shifted her priorities from escape to tracking, daring to seek out her answers. Ryria knew the odds of him being here, apart of this program, were slim.

Cautiously, Ryria’s head swayed to her right. She didn’t expect him to be there, the turian’s behavior and manners slightly akin to a predator. Her eyes widened at catching the turian, carapace black as night and looking smug, wave back at her. His hand missing the last talon. Then he abruptly melted back into the crowd without a trace.

Struggling to control the trembling in her hand, the asari set down her flute and quickly exited the center. She was certain it wasn’t the last time she would see him.

A haunting question edged into her mind.

Why did she save him?

Prodromos, Eos- over 600 years later

with @Mortarion

FORM UP OUTSIDE: 10 MINUTES

Ryria frowned at her Omni-tool’s display message. Her fingers paused in their tapping across the 3D pop-up keyboard then pressed into the message, sliding it into her spam mail fold. She will deal with this when her patient was attended to. Causally her icy eyes turned to the human woman holding her injured arm close to her body.

Already Ryria suspected it had gained some dangerous and infectious bacteria as she gestured gently for the human to turn its underside upright, exposing the wound to her. Her eyes scrunched tightly to examine the jagged scarring. Experience quickly told her the bite was done by a medium-sized creature with reptilian features, hints of the scales had imprinted on the skin.

Before the message, she had originally been searching for the possible culprits.

Her main one was a wild Adhis. It was common and ferocious enough to tear into the nearest stray limp, but they were easy to spot. She held her own theories over how this injury occurred to herself. Instead, she took scissors and snipped away the frayed fabric, exposing the bloodied wound. She applied sterilization liquid to cleanse it then followed up with medi-gel to suture it up.

“Well, what’s the verdict? Will she ever be able to play the violin again?” Said an annoyingly speedy and cheerful voice behind her.

Instinctively Ryria turned on heel and came about to face her colleague, a Salarian named Leova Telasurn. He was similarly dressed in the common orange and white uniform associated with the medical staff. Though she noted it was much better kept than even hers, something that secretly impressed and drew her disdain. Lips sealed, her eyes narrowed upon the salamander looking alien without a hint of amusement in them.

He nervously blinked then spoke in his rapid tone, “Heehee, just a joke, Ryria. Why such the icy look?”

His eyes fixed not to hers, but the headscarf wrapped around her head. Morbid curiosity laced his expression and spelled danger in her mind, a hint most individuals would easily miss. The unfortunate part she had been working with him for weeks. She often knew where his shenanigans led, a fact she was getting personally sick of.

Deciding to ignore him, she flipped her back to him. She began to peel off the elastic gloves before she smacked them hard upon the metal table.

“Could you please finish cleaning up, I have to leave.”

The Salarian’s large eyes squinted, his mouth opened to feed his mind. Ryria never gave him the chance to utter the question before she disappeared out of the medical tent. Her boots kicked the dark yellow dust across the white surface, marring it, as she pulled up the message again on her Omni-tool. She converted it to memory quickly before she popped it back down, then turned it off. No coordinates… Now, what the hell was she supposed to do?

“This day is off to a lovely start,” Ryria grumbled under her breath.

Her figured leaned against the nearest post, bitter at the lack of destination, as she inwardly debated over what to do.

Tazen scanned the horizon for any signs of the missing members of Fireteam Echo. Four of them had managed to present themselves, but of the rest there was no sight in the nearby vicinity. He wasn't too concerned, having read their dossiers he knew that the vast majority of them had been in either military groups or the standing armies of their respective species and, as such, he was unconcerned of them potentially skipping the muster in front of the barracks. The only worry that he had was that concerning Dr. T’vessi, part of him worrying that her inexperience might mean that she could miss the muster due to bei unaccustomed to military life.

As soon as he had that first thought, a second one hit him a millisecond after: the message that Sabinius had sent never specified where the muster would take place. Anyone with military experience would interpret the message’s meaning easily enough, but he feared that Dr. T’Vessi might only be confused by it particularly if she had been busy beforehand. Excusing himself, Tazen walked away from both Anjor and Sabinius and the rest of the present members of Fireteam Echo and went in search of Ryria.

Luckily for him Prodromos’s, relatively, small size played in his favor and he was easily able to identify the Asari in question, thanks in no small part to the scarf that she draped over her head and that he easily recognized thanks to the portraits that he had been reviewing with Sabinius. “Dr T’Vessi, excuse me for bothering you but we are expecting you in front of the APEX barracks. Did you receive the message?” Asked the Salarian once he had approached Ryria, slightly unsure of what'd be the best way to broach the topic.

Ryria’s thoughts detached from her issues as her eyes spotted the Salarian draw near. Her figure pushed off the makeshift tent, straightening her posture and seized up the individual. Her arms crossed over her chest while she listened to his question, considering her answer.

“I got the message, the whereabouts put aside. Why I got them is something I’m in the dark about. Mind enlightening me?” Her tone held a reserved, firm hint to her knowledge about the situation.

She wasn’t about to beat around the bush as humans would call it.

Tazen stayed silent for a few seconds when Ryria revealed to him that she was in the dark as to why she had received Sabinius’s message. Once more he was unsure on how to breach the topic but, if Ryria was as much in the dark as she seemed to be and as Tazen feared, it'd be best to be blunt and get to the heart of the topic as quickly as possibly. “Because you've been chosen as the field medic for Fireteam Echo, Dr. T’Vessi.” Said the Salarian after taking a second to compose himself “Your predecessor in our Fireteam perished in her cryo pod as a result of the damages sustained by the Nexus on account of the Scourge and you were the best candidate on account of your background.” He said, hesitating for a second to add the next bit before deciding to go through with it “We, that is to say me and the man who sent you the message, believed you had been already informed, my apologies for the confusion Dr. T’Vessi.”

Ryria’s silent stare stretched for an unsettling length of time. Her eyes narrowed on the Salarian, inwardly unsure if he was a jokester like Leova or something worse. After turning his words over and over, she finally accepted he was speaking the truth. She exhaled her held breath before she addressed him.

“Yes, I remember the report well because I filed it. The woman’s head was crushed in and her pod was ruptured, making resuscitation impossible. I’m also the one that did the autopsy to ensure the cause of death fit then placed her into the morgue.” She clipped giving more detail then she knew was necessary, but she felt frustrated at the situation she was placed in.

Her hand reached for her nose bridge causing her to press it tightly. After a few moments, she then dropped her arm and turned her attention back to Tazen.

“I was likely not informed until last moment due to my duties and fact I would have fought against it. Since it appears I haven’t much of a choice, could I get an update on my role in this team? I’m not in the mood for hazing by my senior officer.”

Tazen gritted his teeth at Ryria’s words, particularly at her comment about pushing back against the APEX posting if she had been informed about it beforehand “I'm sorry that you feel that way Dr T’Vessi.” He said after a second, keeping his temper in check “As I said beforehand your role within the team is to act as our field medic. Most of the perils lying in wait in the cluster are unknown to us, not to mention the Kett themselves, so injuries will be most certainly a common occurrence in the team, hence the need for an individual such as you.” Commented the Salarian.

“If it's any sort of consolation, everyone in Fireteam Echo has ample experience in military matters, be it either due to time spent as a mercenary or as part of the respective military organizations of the various species from which the different individuals of the team hail from.” Spoke Tazen “Now, it'd be best if we hurry back to the barracks. We are coordinating with a liaison from the Angaran resistance and are currently mustering the rest of the fireteam so that he can meet the team.”

‘You wouldn’t exactly be happy if you were drafted into something you viewed to be less beneficial to this project, now would you?’ Ryria thought, but not a word slipped through her lips.

She wasn’t a fool. It was easy to notice the tick of irritation at her opinion, but she held to her ground. No one liked being trapped, their opinion soured by the fact, so why should she be content with it? The asari found it hard to believe it was only her medical skills needed for this team because she could list about six individuals that be suitable for field medic. This included her Salarian pain in the ass.

When Tazen mentioned perils, it snapped into place. Not many had the hostile environment experience she had or knew how to treat unexpected wounds by unknown species. Mentally she cursed herself for not considering an ark instead of the Nexus. At his mention to leave, she nodded her agreement then began to step toward the barracks.

“Barely. It will likely bring back unpleasant memories.” Ryria stated sharply.

Tazen nodded at Ryria’s words, his only acknowledgment of her words being a brief “Understood” before he began walking towards the barracks. Once they had reached there, he motioned discreetly towards the group of gathered individuals in front of Anjor and Sabinius to indicate that was the spot where Ryria was supposed to be before he rejoined the latter two in their spots in front of the gathered fireteam.

Ryria needed no second bidding. She crisply moved into the indicated spot, her hands snapped to the small of her back and straightened her figure into an upright posture. Her eyes stared forward as she fell into the familiar motions from her huntress training. Ignoring the shenanigans erupting around her from the Engineer and Krogan, she knew the best way to survive a military operation was to shut up and follow orders to the letter. Since the message said nothing about introducing herself, she merely quietly waited until she was ordered to.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lyn, College courtyard

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Lyn’s right eyebrow lifted in question.

Her glance hardened when she directed it at Tyrael, obviously not pleased with the assumptions being tossed about. Mostly because he had indirected insulted her ability to judge a person’s character. It was bad enough Ssarak had already scolded, even if it was gently caution, about her conversation with the vampire. Now, this. Was everyone going to see her as a child forever? She wondered, feeling the slight negative worry creep into her core and settle there.

Inhaling, she purged her heart of the needling fear. Things clearly weren’t getting off on the right foot right with Henri and she worried he might actually run away instead of registering. It didn’t help her pride had been unintentionally hurt by Tyrael’s words.

She was about to address them when Henri decided to make things even, his words hissed louder than her mother’s. Her hand pressed her fingers to her temple while she absorbed the budding conflict rising into the air. This wasn’t something she wanted or needed today, especially with her mother’s whereabouts unknown. That was when she noticed something odd at Tyrael’s feet. His shadow seemed to jerk and twitch of its accordance causing her to glance closer. A single, unseen golem had found its way into resting under her godfather’s feet drawing a small snicker.

Lyn was relieved when the tension seemed to slightly dissipate, slowly. She could still sense the traces, mostly between Tyrael and Henri, linger but she couldn’t figure out how to fix it. At least right now.

Both males were wrong in their perception, Henri calling her god-father a thing and Tyrael threatening him. Why couldn’t people just get along? These minor conflicts had always bothered her ever since she was little, drawing confusion and muddied feelings. She hoped it wouldn’t always be like this.

Her eyes darted toward Henri who began to follow Grey to the opposite direction of the kitchen, then mouthed silent words at the young man.

‘Sorry about this, I’ll catch up with you in three hours. Meet me in the library. Ask the gargoyles.’ Lyn turned on heel to follow Tyrael’s turned back and his melted path through the snow.

Lidda, Office

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Lidda had been wrapping up her paperwork when her feline-like ears flicked, catching the meek tapping on her doorway. Her human face turned to the entrance with a slight, confused frown. Inwardly she debated on who could be visiting her as she shifted down from the custom chair. All four legs straightened and then coiled, absorbing the shock upon landing. Her hair like mane fluttered back down across her elongated neck before she straightened once more. Curved claws retracted into her human-like forepaws while they tapped the hard stone floor, betraying her sassy little gait.

The Vitamancer, whose shape was currently in the shape of a black Sphinx, was taken aback when she heard Alaira’s voice. Uncertain of the reason, the master’s form sat on her hind legs then reached out her right ‘paw’ to give the knob a quick twist. Alaira was meet with a face mixed with feline and human aspects giving an eerie, monstrous beauty of its own.

Allowing the half elf room to enter, she twisted then began to sway back to her chair. Hopping onto it, she turned with an expected expression and waited for Alaira to explain her presence.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Working on a post for the IC btw guys.

Samhain Intrigues

@Belle Thanks for the confindence! XD

@LadyRunic

You are a scary GM sometimes, so take it as a compliment.