Freeshooter92

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

The issue with that line of thinking, Ryo, is that Alaira doesn't feel particularly vengeful towards Lucilia. To her, 'could have died' doesn't matter to her at all. Since Lyn is safe, she doesn't give a shit. The most she'll do is yell at her a bit. Hell, if she went with someone more violent like, say, Tyrael, Alaira would probably protect her. A lot of this also has something to do with the fact that Lyn likes her. So I'm afraid she wouldn't help.

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Iiii think I'll have Grey hover around Lucilia's office. Just in case.

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Alright, threw Grey's post onto the end of Alaira's.

Feel free to wave to him on your way to the office.

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Grey'll come later in an hour or two, probably. I have some stuff to do for now.

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Alaira Taenn

Alaira had never let Lyn out of her sight... Though that didn't mean she never let her wander. She could have stopped her, but she didn't. If she felt she needed too, or she got too far from her, she'd be ready to go out and grab her in an instant. Of course, unlike her, her companions had other things aside from Lyn to focus on, so any time when one of them turned around, they'd shout after her and bring her back before she felt she needed too. She'd have to help teach her to listen a little better... Or at least wait until she could protect herself before wandering off alone like that. But for now she could let the child have her fun.

Alaira had slept most of the way home, with Lyn in her arms... She knew it was silly, but she couldn't help that worry that one of the vampires would get peckish or something. She kept her arms wrapped protectively around her the whole trip, and she probably wouldn't have spoke even if she was awake. She was awoken when the cart came to a stop, something that hadn't happened once since they stepped onto it... She pulled Lyn close, slowly shuffling out of the cart with the girl, unhooking her pack from the outside and slipping it on.

She'd heard some talking, evidently one of the other groups had returned, Lyn's parents' group. Some more talking, and it was clear it hadn't seemed to have gone very well, and they were all stuck in the infirmary. She quickened her pace then... It was unlikely either of them were dead, someone would've mentioned it... But she didn't know how hurt they might have been. She had to take Lyn back to see them, hopefully that would make them feel better... Lyn looked up at her when it was clear that's where they were headed, an inquisitive look on her face.

Why?

Alaira simply smiled, tousling her hair a bit as she walked.

Don't worry about it...

When they went through the door, Lyn seemed to know the reason when she saw her mother off to the side, with Athalus sitting beside her in a chair... Well, from the looks of things it was probably too serious for a joke of any sort, so she let Lyn down when she began to squirm for her mother. She couldn't help but smile when she dashed over to her father. Adorable... She turned to Mar, surprised to find she was awake, and looking straight at her. She seemed... well, she'd learned a lot about body language these past months, but she couldn't do it as well with people other than Lyn, since people all had their own unique tells and such. Still, it didn't take a genius to see that she was worried, and one could only assume she was worried about... Her? Huh... She didn't really know Mar very well. She'd assumed she didn't like her on the grounds that most people didn't.

Alaira could tell she was upset too, and she turned her head back to Lyn... Rather than answering her question, she took a step forward, lifting Lyn up again. "It's alright..." She said softly, patting her on the head. "Lidda'll fix her no matter what it is... Why don't you say hi to Mama too?" She asked, placing her on the bed beside her mother. She probably hadn't meant to ignore her mother, she just must've just been worried is all.

Truth be told, she didn't really care what exactly was wrong with her, so long as she could be fixed up... She sat across from Athalus, and was about to open her mouth to speak, when she looked down... She reached forward, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling up to get a good look at his stump-hand. She twitched slightly, anger boiling under her surface... She wasn't quite willing to start screaming so near to Lyn however. "If whatever did this is still breathing I want a name and a face..." She said, low. She was already planning all sorts of horrible acts of vengeance...

Yet again, that would have to wait as something she didn't expect as there was a whoosh and a thud over from the balcony... She twitched some at the sight of Tyrael. That creature always showed up at the very worst of times. She stood when he arrived, and when he pushed his way to them and asked about Athalus, she shoves him, which might move him about a foot on the grounds he probably didn't see that coming... "Why? So you can eat the other one?" She growled, stepping in front of the others.

She knew she couldn't fight Tyrael. There was no chance, even without magic. All he'd have to do was simply toss her aside... But she wouldn't move willingly. Her suffering these past few months, Lyn's, Athalus' and Mar's near-deaths, as well as so many others, all his fault. Anything Tyrael touched turned to shit eventually, and she wouldn't just let him destroy them too, intentional or otherwise. "Why don't you just climb back into your hole or something, monster?"

Grey Onyx

Grey sighed as she spoke. These things may have been easy to dismiss, but... He was just human, right? He was no wizard, all of these things happening were quite strange, and they worried him... That... Monster, especially. Her head was mush, mush. Now, he didn't know many people, but he'd never heard of a normal person that could do that. He nodded as she spoke, sure he could trust her to do that. He sighed. "Thank you... That means a lot." He said, finally looking her in the eyes again.

He nodded as she continued on, rising to his feet. He felt... better. He supposed that beating himself up over it was pointless... He couldn't really help it himself, but she could always snap him out of it. "Thanks again..." He said, crossing his fist over his heart, the guard's salute. He turned to leave, though he stopped by the door, suddenly remembering something. "Oh... And divide my cut and give it to the others." He said, exiting before she had a chance to argue. He didn't feel like he had to, this was generosity rather than appeasement. He had a salary, after all... And they didn't.

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And the issue was you guys tailored missions to certain characters and still let us pick. The proper solution would be to design missions in a more open-ended manner so that the whole team isn't screwed because of one poor choice.

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Cause and effect, something I did mention before. Besides, look at this as a chance to develop her PC some or brush it off. Either way the effect from this means missions will be assigned from now on to the characters, capitalizing on where their talents are best suited for since the GMs know what is needed. It's also in IC for Ssarak to report his point of view of what happened and even you have to admit, putting your attachment and IC views aside, Alaira did do some rather extreme actions during the mission.

Others have done the same in their missions as well which you'll see the consequences for that as well.

@Fallenreaper

I was complaining about Collabs.

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Hooray for my favoritest fucking word ever.

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Grey Onyx

Grey turned his head slightly when the door magically opened itself... "Huh... Neat..." He mumbled under his breath. He couldn't help but brighten slightly at the sight of her, regardless of the grim news he had. He sighed, stepping into her room as the door sealed itself behind him, finding a seat near her desk. He decided to answer her question as professionally as he could... "Not... Entirely. We managed to deal with one one of them for certain." He wavered slightly at the last sentence, the memory of that creature still fresh in his mind.

"There was a Pyromancer that we had managed to deal heavy wounds to. He fled to the forest, but I'm almost certain that he succumbed to his wounds. The last one escaped..." He placed the bundle of papers that was his report on the desk in a clean spot. "There's all the details there but... If I may speak plainly I would say the mission was a disaster..." He placed his elbow on the desk, leaning his face into his hand. He was quiet for a moment, deep in his own thoughts. "The costs were... avoidable. I made many mistakes." He said, his uncovered eye gazing off into the corner. "And then there were things that... Happened. Strange things..." He leaned back, looking down to his arms. He shook as he spoke, the matter seeming to disturb him greatly. "I was... I was capable of great feats of strength... I know I'm quite strong, but some of the things I did were... Unnatural, and I know I'm no mage. Whenever I got worked up I'd suddenly have the power to smash solid oak doors off their hinges and across the room, or I'd be strong enough to crush someones head to a fine paste..." He stopped speaking, simply looking up to meet her gaze. "If... If you know someone that can explain this... Please tell me where to find them."

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Alaira will take Lyn to go see Mar, and then rage about Grey when she sees Athalus' hand... or lack thereof.