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Location: The Telescope & Strategy Room
Interactions: Ajax, Lysandra, Vincent (kinda)
Mentions: Everyone

Erik was nothing but watchful the moment he let loose the open-ended question pertaining to the mission to the group. His gaze briefly lingered on each face, searching for their reactions. Working with the Provisional Government was not always favorable so Erik was glad to find no objections. Like clockwork, everyone appeared to find their roles. With so many new additions to the Commune, Erik was surprised there was this much cooperation amongst everyone.

Lysandra inquired about additional information regarding the location, all while addressing him as Chief. Erik had mixed feelings about the nickname. It was incredibly appealing, but it also implied he was the big man in charge too. Erik much preferred the idea that everyone was a leader in their own right and specialty. If he was being honest though, he was the most senior and involved member of the Commune. He made sure to know everyone and for everyone to know him.

Roll.” He let a slight chuckle escape at Lysandra’s choice of words. He gave a quick nod to Vincent who came forth to peer through the telescope. Before continuing with Lysandra. “With a little more oomph, you’ll start to sound more like me.” Erik jested, but he did enjoy Lysandra’s effort to fire up the rest of the group.

Cerise let her precious and positive aura spill into the room with her presence. Of course she would attract the attention of not one but two crows.

And on the topic of crows, one of their owners, Akaia, had arrived… early? Erik briefly raised an eyebrow but released the expression. He was just glad to see her back in one piece. He’d have to ask her about her scouting once all of these “moving parts” slowed down.

Vincent was ready to get into the action, which was something Erik predicted based on the little he knew of the revenant so far.

The stone-faced Dallas was of a similar mind to Vincent but had concerns about the group’s preparation and logistics, which only caused Erik to smirk and glance at the scarlet-haired Sidhe already jotting down one of her famous tasking lists.

Once that very list was finalized, Poppy, or as Erik dubbed her, “Pops,” started ordering people around per usual with a needed assertive touch. It wasn’t his favored approach but Poppy’s stern and upfront demeanor put most people to task. Besides, who would argue against stocking up the van with medical equipment that will keep them alive and in the fight?

Ionna… She was… She was kind of like him. Taking in everything around her while trying her best to assist the others.

Desmond kept against a wall but sounded ready to take on the mission presented. He moved to exit the room as suddenly as he arrived. Amelia is lucky to have him. Erik smiled briefly at the back of Desmond. Briefly because he caught Poppy insisting Akaia eat her notorious squash and lentil soup.

“Ew.” Erik did not intend to voice that thought, but he felt bad for anyone subjected to Poppy’s cooking. The food she prepared was bad enough to influence others to learn the craft themselves. Cerise will save her.

Then there was Ajax. Quiet as usual, but not in vain. Erik figured his oldest and closest friend was likely thinking about the different elements of the mission. The five W's, more specifically the What and the Why. The two of them often agreed that straightforwardness was rare these days, with Erik being a faithful practitioner of unorthodox methods.

“Hm?” His head swiveled around the room as he only just realized he didn't have anything to do. His eyes landed on the telescope, a means to contribute to the group! “I'm curious about that as well.” Erik replied to Ajax as he took a look through the eye scope.


In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: 10:00 a.m.
Location: River Port Beach
Interactions: Kharnem Neeson @Kazemitsu, Arn, the Trickster @Omni5876, Saoirse, the Unseen @potter, and Slime Slayer Ismael @Th3King0fChaos.
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The satisfaction of slime slaying had started to wane on Kaleb. The ease of swinging a mallet was replaced by mediocre archery and the repetitive retrieving of his arrows. The mallet that had been engulfed in flame was now smoldering but it had attracted its fair amount of attention. Fortunately, it’s flames died down quicker than he figured they might thanks to the beach sand constantly being kicked up by nearby and passing participants in the event. He glanced once at the metaphor of his own vigor and let loose a sigh as he readied to string an arrow. On the upside, at least he wouldn’t wind up with rash due to some well-timed advice from none other than Arn. Kaleb briefly thought back to the moment that caused him to question some of the tales he had told of the dwarf.

Moments earlier…

“Make sure to wipe off the slime every now and then. If allowed to stay too long, it may cause a rash.” The words of caution reached Kaleb’s ears after a good downswing of his mallet. He thought he recognized whose voice it was and whipped his head to see none other than…

“Arn.” The dwarf’s presence surprised him. To be approached by the collateral of several lies he told others since last evening was somewhat awkward. And to think that the despicable man he created in the minds of others was selflessly giving him helpful advice. “Wait, you said a rash? Oh… MY FACE!”


And here he was again moments later. Helpful.

“If you don’t mind, I will take care of any slime getting too close to you and you can take care of the ones down range. These slimes should not be dangerous but we would not want one to bump into you and make you loose an arrow unto an unsuspecting participant.”

Kaleb lowered his weapon as he considered what the dwarf presented to him. The guy was nicer than he thought he’d be. A dwarf of kindness he had painted as a devious character. In fact…





Kaleb furrowed his brows before looking at Arn with squinted eyes and a frown. Arn might notice a subtle heat coming off the young man as if he was standing close to a campfire or fira left open. It seemed as if there was not a visible source to the warmth but if the dwarf had his wits about him, he would know this mysterious heat radiated off none other than Kaleb.

“Do you think I’m stupid?!” He finally addressed Arn with an accusatory tone. A hint of a smile followed. “I’ll give you credit, Arn, you almost fooled me but I’m clever myself! Don’t even try to explain it away. Take your pride and however many ounces of dignity you have and go. Go be an extra and kill slimes over there!” Kaleb quickly pointed towards the other side of the kill zone. He couldn’t believe he almost fell for Arn’s trickery. Bowyn was right. The guy starts off by trying to win you over with kindness and then… He shook his head knowing how manipulative the dwarf truly was. Perhaps his lies were coincidentally spot on. Here was the proof! He thought I would just shoot my stupid arrows “down range” until I ran out! And then I would have to run around the beach to go get them all! Not only would I look like an idiot, but I’d tire myself out and slay way less slime! Kaleb was sure of this belief which helped invigorate him again.

“You wanna compete for the spotlight, Arn? You want to be the star? Well you’re in my wheelhouse now!” He to himself with clenched teeth. Kaleb slung his bow and gripped a single arrow with the tip pointed downward. Kaleb stomped on a blue slime, crushing it beneath his boot. He didn’t need a mallet, a bow, or Arn for that matter! He continued by stabbing the next slime with the arrow in hand.







An Atlantean soldier hastily led the way, and the two young heroes trailed behind him. Viktor wasn't sure what he'd expect, but he was sure many of his normal arsenal of weapons would prove ineffective underwater.

“Brightheart, whatever happens. Maintain communication with me.”

Aleen’a was feeling a bit nervous. Not only was she fighting in unfamiliar territory, but she also had to limit her energy reserves or else jeopardize her health in the process. She wasn’t sure if Atlanteans had access to ultraviolet radiation given that they’re so deep down in the ocean but as for right now, she needed to focus on the task at hand.

“Y-Yes. Of course.” She managed to say to Viktor. She still didn’t know how to properly talk with him after what he had just done to the squid a while ago. Granted that she was trained by one of the most skilled warrior races in the galaxy, that didn’t mean they would use it to kill anything that came their way.

It wasn't long until the three arrived at the salt processing plant where many civilians were seen fleeing as shots from Atlantean weaponry rang out from deeper within the plant. The Atlantean soldier swimming ahead was shot as he exited a corridor that led to where the Deluge agents were held up. The soldier recoiled back and away from the barrage of weapon fire.

“Damn it! We can't get through!”

“Your sidearm. Give it to me.” Viktor immediately requested. He was handed the pistol-like weapon that appeared conventional enough for him to utilize. “We charge in. All three of us at once. We will be shot at, but we just need to get past that entrance. It's a choke point. Once we get through, move from the center to whatever cover is available. Ready?” Viktor looked at Aleen'a with confidence.

Aleen'a looked at the soldier and then at Viktor. She picked up a spear-like weapon nearby that was probably dropped by someone who once guarded the location. She then nodded at Viktor, waiting for him to make the signal so they could strike.

“Just a moment! I will be front and center. My armor is durable enough to take a few shots from their weapons. As you suggested, we'll split up upon entry. You two take the right.” Viktor gave a nod. “Well, let's not keep the filth waiting!” The soldier swam forward with the young heroes following behind. The soldier laid down suppressive fire as he entered with Viktor following suit by firing with his own weapon. It was enough to make most of the terrorists duck and move to cover.

As planned, Viktor and Aleen'a swam right until they reached a large support beam. It was thick enough to shield them from any more ranged attacks, but they would have to advance on the Deluge agents as soon as possible. At the moment the agents fired pop shots to startle their foes. Over on the left side of the room, the Atlantean soldier could be heard grunting.

“Gaagh!” The soldier was holding onto the torso section of his armor where he appeared to have been hit. I took a few too many. My communications equipment is busted too, so no calling in for backup now… I can't move, but I can still fight! He gripped his rifle and popped up for a quick look before ducking back down. Several shots were fired in his direction. Viktor took this as an opportunity to take a peek himself from his own position while the agents focused their fire towards the soldier.

“Explosives.”
“Explosives.”

There were three explosive charges placed on the main filtration system. The goal of the agents here was clear: destroy the filter and allow spillage that would drastically raise the salt levels in the city. Such an attack would poison thousands nearby. Shots fired in Viktor's direction caused him to return behind the beam.

“Hmm… They have planted explosives. If they're still here, they probably haven't armed them yet.” The sound of shots could be heard from where their ally was positioned. It meant the soldier was firing back.

“Are they trying to kill themselves as well? That’s preposterous!” Aleen'a reacted.

“Terrorist usually aim to inflict as much damage as possible, even at the cost of their own lives. Here's the plan. You swim high and fast towards them so you can engage them with that spear. You will overpower them in close quarters. I'll advance at this level and give you cover fire. I don't think they'll expect you to come out from the higher part of this beam.”

“Understood.” She said and nodded. While hiding behind the beam, she gave her spear an experimental twirl. She realized she would move much slower here due to being underwater and that meant she would need to give double her efforts in every move she made. Viktor did say to save her energy just in case but as the great Warlords have told her, a warrior should give everything she's got in every battle she’s in.

“Let's do this.”

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. As she exhaled, she swam up out of the beam and came charging at the enemy while screaming. Just as Viktor said, they didn’t anticipate where Aleen'a would leave cover, especially from so high up. Aleen’a's sudden charge gave her ample time to reach their foes. That and Viktor rounding the corner and firing on the briefly distracted Deluge agents with the sidearm. His first few shots were a bit off, but his goal was to cover Aleen'a enough that she could get in close and break apart the enemy defenses. The soldier took this same moment to fire well-placed shots with his more accurate firearm.

With the agents panicked, Aleen'a struck at some of them, swatting them away with her spear. Another one tried to shoot at her but she quickly evaded to the side and swam towards him, knocking him out with one upwards blow on the chin. She then grabbed the unconscious agent’s foot and threw him at two of his kin who were trying to shoot her, slamming them down to the ground. Upon seeing three agents swimming towards her to try and attack her at close range, she twirled her spear around to adjust her stance and struck at them all at once, knocking them out. Another Deluge agent tried to stop her from using her weapon by catching her in surprise and pinning her spear against her body with his own blaster. The two pushed against each other before Alee headbutted the agent and kicked him so hard, she sent him flying straight towards a cluster of the other agents. She continued to charge at the enemy, hoping Viktor had a plan for the explosives.

And on that very note, the young man had failed to mention what the endgame was for the explosive charges. Viktor would have shared such information with Aleen'a if he actually had it. There was little time to hash out a full plan once the means for the Deluge's attack was identified. The wounded soldier was quite impressed with the two, but he wasn't sure how they would deal with the explosive charges that could very well go off at any given second.

With faith in Aleen'a’s combat prowess, Viktor approached the filtration system. He noticed the charges did not appear to be activated.

“Lucky us. Brightheart the charges aren't act-” An agent pretending to be downed by their assault suddenly sprung up and uppercut Viktor. The force was enough to make him float up a few feet before the agent swam to the center explosive charge and quickly tapped on its display screen.

“We only really need one!” The Deluge agent stated confidently.

Quickly recovering, Viktor wrapped his arms around the Deluge agent and squeezed. The agent attempted to raise his legs to kick off of the filtration system, but Viktor pumped his own legs first to push their bodies upward and remain suspended and elevated in the water.

“Let go of me, surface-dweller!”The Deluge agent fought against his grip. Initially he was hopeful, but the pressure kept increasing as if the young hero was planning to crush him to death. He didn't believe he could utter a sound due to the compression until he felt multiple ribs breaking

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Viktor released the man from his death grip but the agent was not in the clear just yet. While clutching his own torso with both his arms, the agent felt Viktor grab him by the nape of his neck and swim him down to the front of the activated explosive charge. On the display screen was a flashing red pattern of blinking ticks that vanished every few flashes.

“Disarm it.” Viktor demanded. The agent just remained keeled over hugging his torso. Viktor stared blankly at the at the ominous blinking screen before his face formed into a slight scowl. “Death doesn't motivate everyone. I assess you lack fear of it.” Viktor turned his body and kneed the agent in the side.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

“However, pain is different. Disarm it.” He repeated in his same monotone voice. The agent was whimpering but that mattered not while the explosive charge continued to flash. “Again?”

”Raah!” Aleen’a shouted in defiance as she struck at two agents and knocked them unconscious. Once she saw they managed to defeat the rest of them, that’s when she noticed Viktor with the one agent he took to deactivate the explosives. She wanted to swim to them but she grunted in pain. The adrenaline gradually died down from Aleen'a's system and she could now feel her body hurting from taking hits due to fighting so many enemies at once.

On Viktor's end, there was no reply from the Deluge agent as he attempted to hold out. This time Viktor punched the agent's side. The this stike was far more acute.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” The agent screamedd in pain as he lurched and let his legs give out. Unfortunately for him, Viktor easily supported his dead weight.

“I don't have time for pause. Again?” Viktor asked once more. Another pau-

“No… forget this! I don't want it anymore!” The Deluge agent was moved closer to the device where he used his trembling right hand to disarm the explosive.

Despite the pain Aleen'a felt, she fought through the pain and exhaustion to swim towards her teammate. Aleen'a breathed a sigh of relief. They'd done it. Defending the salt processing plant was a success on her and Viktor’s part, and Aleen'a could only hope the others were well and alright too.

Viktor met her gaze before visually scanning her form. Despite achieving success against several foes, Viktor could tell Aleen'a had pushed herself to the limit. The wounded soldier was clumsily swimming over to the pair while pressing a hand where he had received his armor had been compromised.

“Good work… from all of us.” The soldier watched as Viktor placed himself underneath one of Aleen'a's arms so she didn't have to expend any more energy on the swim back.

“Agreed.” Viktor nodded before looking toward Aleen'a to address her directly. “Good work.” He echoed to let his partner that despite the state she was in, she had done well in his eyes.

In minutes, additional Atlantean security forces entered the plant due to the loss of communication from the injured soldier. Once the Deluge agents were apprehended and the salt processing plant was secured by Atlantean forces, Viktor and Aleen'a took their leave to rendezvous back with the rest of the team.

Isaac / Heat


Time: Morning
Location: South Bronx, NYC
Interactions: Rosalie @Wolvena
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Despite her disagreement, Isaac failed to regret what he had done. If it were up to him, the guy buried up to his neck in dirt would be as good as dead.

“Same result? You didn’t want to hurt this guy. Two guns drawn on you and he’s still alive? You had every right to fry him with that power of yours.” He commented with a shake of his head. He wasn’t a fan of her type. Even if she had superpowers, a well-placed bullet could kill her unless she had some kind of healing factor or increased durability.

When the woman posed a question to his own about being an Inhuman, he didn’t know what else to really say. She was either that or a mutant… Oh right, there were aliens and wizards too. He watched with disapproving eyes as the woman freed the man trapped in the ground. He was going to say something but he also heard the whirling sound of a sentinel’s approach. Fuck… We gotta get out of her. He eyed Colby’s bike as a means to escape. All he’d have to do was jaunt over and ride the bike to freedom. Surte, he might have to use some of his powers, but the bike was his best bet at escaping at the moment.

Unfortunately, the sentinel arrived… but it wasn’t focused on who it should have been. It’s bodied was canted towards the incapacitated Colby and stepped towards him as if he was a threat. Call me Domino… He thought while feeling in luck.

“The tin can is focused on him I see we book it. It’s not like this guy would have saved you in the presence of one of those things. Let me guess. Softie is looking to save him despite all the bad he’s done? I’ll help you, but we really have to leave once this one is down.”

In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Morning
Location: Aldrakh
Interactions: Myra @13org, Maeryn @princess
Mentions:



“You are correct. I am not a soldier. I am simply a hunter who wishes to hunt before he is hunted.”

Hot.

“A hunter… respectable. I hunt as well.” Vrexen got uncomfortably close to the dark elf and sniffed before slowly backing away. “Seasoned.” Vrexen didn’t have any qualms with the elf before him. He seemed capable and deliberate in his speech unlike Astra. Perhaps even a replacement for the seemingly amas-addicted woman. Perhaps…

It was then that the accompanying fairy approached Vrexen in an unpredictable manner and pet the top of his head. He narrowed his eyes, feeling belittled and disrespected by the action. His eyes locked on her form now, crazily widened. Astra peeked up at Vrexen's face and took a silent gasp.

"My apologies. Fairies are of the affectionate sort. She will not touch you again." Vrexen had not replied. In fact, he had not even moved. As still as a statue, he stared at the woman who had touched him.

Oh my god please don't…

“I am here to gather information regarding the location of humans. If you have information that could perhaps aid in my task or a similar objective, I would be grateful to hear what you are willing to share.” The silence between the group was barely brief. Astra gulped, feeling a bit too uncomfortable with this kind of tension.

“Humans! Oh those are those creatures that started this whole war stuff, right? An old friend of mine… Well technically he's an ex but not really. It's kind of complicated. Anyway, he told me that these humans are like us, but their magic is on a whole different level. I mean dragon-level shit! Burning whole villages down! Blowing armies away! Raise sea levels that dwarf the legends of Leviathan Kyogar! That type of power... is fucking ridiculous but Lord Vrexen here.” She used her thumb to point at Vrexen beside her. “Can't die. And it's legit so far, y'know. It's the whole reason I think the Sins got called in, right Vrexen?” Astra had tried her hardest to derail the tension with her blabber, but Vrexen still had that terrifying look on his face.

“If that creature strikes me again, I will mutilate her thoroughly before your very eyes. I don't wish to see you beg for death to relieve yourself of the nightmares you might suffer from witnessing the violence I deliver.” Astra suddenly stepped in between the two, facing Maeryn with a smile.

“HUMANS! You know, I think they'd probably be in the east. If we put our ears together, I'd guess they'd be held up in the Sun Elf Kingdom. Probably in some underground chamber learning how to control that dragon-level shit they got. But then again, that's obvious. Too obvious. I'm not a military general or anything but I know enough about logistics and eggs that you don't put them all in one basket.” She nodded with a smug look on her face. “Shit, if I had elf-sized dragons at my disposal, I'd spread them out. If Roshmi and Aldrakh ain't safe, if Sun Elf Kingdom is too obvious, then River Port is a clever spot. Right in the middle.” She raised her arms up and out, indicating her own position between Maeryn and Vrexen.

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In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: 10:00 a.m.
Location: River Port Beach
Interactions: Kharne @Kazemitsu, Arn, Master of Slimes @Omni5876, Ismael @Th3King0fChaos, Saoirse @Potter
Mentions: Annya @princess Eris @Tae



With a low grunt, Kaleb kicked off the edge of the boardwalk to push ahead of the pack. However, not everyone charged forth so brazenly. During Slime Day, every participant had developed a strategy to slay as many slimes as they could. Some fiercely ran toward the oblong monsters just as Kaleb had, while others conserved their energy and waited for the slimes to inevitably reach their chosen position. Those with patience and those with initiative would clash against the inevitable hoard of monsters.

Two hands gripped the wooden mallet Kaleb had chosen, painted with intentional messy splashes of red, blue, and green. He grunted again as he felt his legs tiring from running across the fatiguing sand. The armor he wore did not help either as it only added additional weight that sought to sink him in the loose ground below. His energetic charge slowed as he panted with each step forward. “Almost… there… Almost… there.” Kaleb was fueled more by his pride than his raw determination. He couldn’t look worthless, especially since he hadn’t made the best impression on Princess Annya. The more athletic participants strode past him, but he continued as his eyes locked on a green hued slime headed straight for him. The creatures were just as Eris described.

“Living breathing, but very stupid gelatin dessert.”


Kaleb planted his left foot forward and swung down to smash the green slime that splattered all over him.

“Are you fucking serious?!” Kaleb looked disgusted as he wiped some of the slime off of his face. He was sure the stuff would give him some sort of breakout, and it was even in his hair too! “Ugh, fuck this…” He groaned as he was just ready to quit so he could get a “well-deserved” shower. Before he acted on making his exit, he looked over to see the others watching from the other section of the beach, more specifically, Annya. He could have just returned to the lounging group like he desired, but the young man was reminded of why he was out pulverizing slimes in the first place. So fucking disgusting… He suddenly bashed another with an underhand swing, sending its bits flying into the air. But I have to show my stuff! He crushed another with his mallet, ignoring the slime splattering over him. His strikes were slow due to him being a bit winded, but he continued striking. Red. Blue. Green. Green. Red. Blue. Red. Green. Red. Red. Green. Blue. Blue. Red. Red… With each attack, Kaleb’s mallet gave off small streams of smoke. He could smell the wood burning, but was focused on the task at hand. Killing as many slimes as possible. Upon one of his many strikes, he noticed a brief spark but he ignored it.

“Ha!” he swung once more.

“Hooah!” His armor was covered in red, blue and green slime, matching the appearance of his mallet which was smoldering now. Those around him figured he had put a last minute enchantment on the weapon, but it was heat generating due to Kaleb’s magic leaking during his emotional state. Disgust, excitement, and even some amusement twisted within him to produce heat in his palms that channeled into his mallet.

“Raah!” The mallet burst into flames during a downward strike, making Kaleb flinch and let the weapon go as it planted into the sand. “Fuck… What the fuck…” The mallet burned violently in front of him as slimes slinked past him. The burning flame had him entranced, as he had just discovered what his magical ability most likely was. Fire. He whipped his head around at participants close to his right and left, noticing the spectacle in awe. “Wow! I didn’t think my light magic could produce so much heat! Damn, looks like I’ll have to settle matters with my bow!” He didn’t even know if it made sense for light magic to make wood catch fire, but how else could he explain what just happened without getting hauled off by some bounty hunter. Kaleb knew if one exuded enough confidence, people weren’t as willing to ask questions.

He drew his bow and strung an arrow. The mallet was no longer an option as the fire weakened and broke down the wooden weapon. That, and continuing to use a burning weapon would draw too much attention to him. It was an L he was willing to take. The first fired arrow missed. He wasn’t focused. However patience would become his friend. He fired at close targets to get a feel for the bow and to collect his arrows from the dead slime remains. This slowed down the number of kills he might have gotten, but he performed well despite it. He glanced over in Princess Annya’s direction but this time his eyes were focused on Eris instead.

The young man had aimed to impress Annya, but it was Eris he truly sought approval from.
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Time: Morning
Location: In the vicinity of the Dreaded Isles
Interactions: Lizzie @Tae, Helio @princess, Nym @Helo, Tigerlily @potter, Barboda @Alivefalling, and Tesoro @Infinite Cosmos
Mentions:
Theme: Ardyn’s Crew Theme


"I have a few issues with yer demands. First, I've never been a fan of tax collectors. Second, the sea despises being claimed as it shows her little respect. Don't ya hear her protesting?"

Vellen kept up a grin, but all the while he fought back the urge to chuckle in Lizzie's face. He had heard the hearty laugh of a woman in Lizzie's crew and noticed the posturing of some of them. Vellen could tell where things were going, it wasn’t going to be pretty.

"And last, ya act like this Captain Ardyn Croft is some sort of king. So what? Should I be frightened of him when I'm the devil herself?" There were several low chuckles on the ship behind Vellen. He shot a cold glare back at them that silenced their ruckus. He then looked to his twin brother who grinned from ear to ear as he predicted he'd win the bet both brothers made before approaching the Harem. A bet of whether or not things would end miserably. Vellen sighed at the sight of his brother’s expression, but he refused to give up in trying to maintain the peace. When his eyes met Lizzie’s again, his face appeared to grow more stern. The smile was gone, but his tone remained warm. Like a friend giving words of caution.

“I don't know what it means to be a devil, but Ardyn does not seek to rule with fear. Have you not noticed our approach? Now think of the fact that we outnumber you. Have been following your ship for hours and find you in the morn- What is he…” This was the moment Barboda fired his crossbow, causing Vellen to whip his head toward the target, Liliana.

The fairy's body hit the wooden deck with a low thud that drew the attention of anyone who hadn't watched Barboda place his weapon at the ready for the unprovoked attack. There was a brief and odd moment of pause as the attack was so unexpected and uncharacteristic to a parlay. When looking back at the Harem, he noticed the crew behaving in a similar fashion before springing into action. He raised a round shield of darkness and backed away.

Thank Halastra’s wet cunt for this tin-headed fuck. He killed that whiney bitch and he started the battle I've been itchin' for! Rellen armed himself with a sword that suddenly coated itself in dark magic. It would have been more powerful at night, but it would be good enough for the moment. Seven of the crew members kicked up flintlock rifles from the deck with finesse and raised them at the ready with the intent to fire. A raccoon demihuman was trying to get past and over Liliana's corpse but her slowed movement left her as an easy target from Helio's dark magic attack. Hit in the back, she fell forward but it didn't keep her down. The same daylight that hindered Vellen, did the same to recently awoken dark fairy. She scampered to where she could go below deck and shouted.

“Come up! Come up! It's a fight up here!” She called, her back stung harshly but she felt that she succeed in her endeavor

A canine and a boar demi-human emerged with haste. Though it was just two, they appeared to be as ready for a fight as Rellen was and muscled up. Both held boarding axes and charged forth to leap to the other ship so that they could board. Before the two could even think of pushing off to a decent stride, the seven riflemen fired at the Harem. Out of seven shots, they landed three.

I’ll leave it up to the crew to choose who got hit and where. Seven shots, Three hits.
Isaac / Heat


Time: Morning
Location: South Bronx, NYC
Interactions: Rosalie @Wolvena
Mentions:



Isaac watched and listened to some of the exchange between the woman and man buried into the ground up to his neck. Rosie? The name spouted by the human who did a hell of a lot of shit-talking for someone who was immobilized belonged to the woman. Rosie… He turned his head back to look at the woman and suddenly couldn’t see her… or anything for that matter.

“Pull, yank, bend, and crack time and reality
I wanted to give you a message before this brutality
Because I know the shit that you’re planning to do
The main reason is… it’s because I am YOU!
From the future, I bestow you with fact and information
Especially because you made it to this specific location
This moment, this woman, this man in the ground
I give you this mission so you can turn things around.
Rosie! Rosie’s short for Rosalie.
Primora! She’s the one you’re supposed to meet
But guess what? They’re the same girl on the surface
This future message comes to YOU at your service.


And as quickly as that odd message in the blankness of darkness occurred, it vanished. Everything fell back into place, and he was looking at Rosalie. The very woman the future message was about. Primora…

“I’d much rather have him forget the whole thing and even me if possible.”

Isaac raised an eyebrow. Judging by the gun he brought into the situation, he could tell Rosalie was definitely taking the high road. Softy. He stood up as she was more inclined to having her old friend/new enemy forget the events that occurred. He walked over to the gun on the ground, picking it up. Isaac tested the weight of the pistol by raising it up and down and nodded as he held the weapon by the warm barrel.

“I suggest you look away.” Isaac said as he walked towards the buried man.

“Even though you ain’t gonna die today
I think it’d benefit you if you prayed
You see I’m about to bash your head with this gun
Up to the point where you won’t remember nothin’”


Isaac swifty hit Colby in the temple with butt of the gun. Colby's head recoiled as his eyes appeared dazed from the strike to his head. He attempted to blink several times to regain focus, but was struck once again.

“Again with the blam blam you get struck in the head!
You better forget before your ass ends up dead!”


Colby’s head seemed to nod in all sorts of directions due to the blunt head trauma he experienced from Isaac who tucked the gun into the small of his back. He faced Rosalie with cold eyes, not regretting his actions towards the man who would see all mutants in concentration camps or worse.

“He’ll suffer from a severe TBI, but your secret is safe. It’s worth it!” He said, as he justified his brutal action. What he had done to Colby was nothing. It was the reaction of Rosalie he was more worried about. If she was meant to be a part of saving an apocalyptic future, he needed to do things the right way. “Let me guess, you’re not a mutant.” He posed the statement in order to legitimize these visions he was receiving from his future self. Colby's nodding head soon went limp.
In Avalia 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Myriamor Plaza- Summer Harvest Festival
Interactions: Leaf @Helo, Sophie @princess, Aurora @Mole, Caelan @Alivefalling,
Mentions: Alette @princess




To the rear of the group Slick strolled along comfortably, guiding Champ by the reins through the outdoor market area that was hosting a festival. Slick could admit that the scenery was quite nice with its display of vibrant decorations and rich produce. That was all good and well, sure, but the drinks and gambling being offered are what the man out of the old west fancied.

Getting to know the rest of the folk in the group was also desired. The information Alette had provided was far more accurate than he initially thought. It helped that Leaf found confirmation in certain things the pixie alluded to, but Slick felt embellishment was afoot. Addin’ a lil’ bit of truth to a lie gave the lie somethin’ to stand on in the face of a skeptic. In any case, the man would get to know thr half of the group remaining in Myriamor.

The entire party appeared to be excited. The lovely Sophie was eyeing the pool filled with playing children, a yearning in her deep blue eyes. Alette had fancied herself enough to drink to make her a happy woman today and miserable one tomorrow.

“I want to go swimming and play games! What about you guys?” Slick noted Caelan’s liveliness and found it to be a good trait for one to have. A young man ready to engage life and experience the world around him. He found Leaf to be a bit like that as well.

“Would anyone like to try the Myriamor Mix? Made with the freshest fruit from the harvest. Do be advised as the liquor is quite strong.” Slick chuckled as he witnessed Caelan snatch himself up one of the drinks from the man serving them. He was a bit impressed to see the young man down the drink with ease and grab a second without a lick of hesitation. Slick could have watched what the Caelan was fixing to do next but the idea of free alcohol stole away his attention. Leaf speaking favorably of the Myriamor Mix only made it impossible to simply pass up. Then again, even if the drink tasted of piss he’d indulge. It didn’t cost a penny and a free drink was the best drink.

“My pleasure.” He smiled as he grabbed himself a drink with his free hand. Unlike Caelan, he took a sip to savor the taste of the beverage. “I’ll be damned.” He peered into the cup, shrugged, and chugged down the rest before taking another. The drink was absolutely delicious!

“Guys the swimsuits are five amas over there.” Caelan had informed.

“Seeing as how I am not a catfish I’ll have to pass. But the oasis here is the finest water in all of Avalia.”

“I’ll pass as well. I ain’t fixin’ to get wet and that water can stay fine right over there.” Slick was just about to take a sip of his second drink but stopped as his eyes caught Aurora with Alette using her hair as a plaything. Mighty close to that contagious blindness, ain’tcha? Slick shook his head at the pixie before approaching the noteworthy elf. The white of her hair and eyes, the paleness of her skin, and what he could gather from her nature so far gave off an air of both grace and delicacy.

“Auror-ra? I say that right? You fancy havin’ one of these drinks? I think everyone is in agreement that this here stuff is quite tasty.” Slick shrugged and chuckled at his own words. “Hell, who am I kiddin’, everything’s tasty here.” He offered the drink as a kind gesture, but also pitied the woman due to her affliction.


Vanquisher


Time: ERROR
Location: Quantico, Virginia
Interactions: Tori @Meleck
Mentions:



Vanquisher beelined through the sky towards the reported incident of a mutants terrorist targeting a passenger jet in the vicinity of Quantico, Virginia. As fast as Vanquisher was, it would take time for him to reach the incident. Sentinels would arrive on the scene first, but in that time he could digest the reporting as they came in. If the mutant was still standing upon arrival, Vanquisher would at least be prepared to face the threat.

Clint Eric Phillips. Male. 25. Caucasian. Mutant. Height. 73 inches. Weight. Approximately 200 pounds. Suspected Phoenix Order member or lone wolf Phoenix Order sympathizer. Unemployed. Fled authorities 48 hours ago after positive drug test results for X-Gene suppressing drug, Casper. Target’s last social media posts contain statements of having lost everything and intent to act like a monster with nothing to lose… Possession of the following mutations. Ambient energy projection. Self-propelled flight. Superhuman level physical conditioning….


Clint Phillips playing with his victims might have been godsent, as it only allowed Vanquisher to arrive at the airport as the mutant terrorist floated toward the flipped and burning aircraft on the airfield's taxiway. The robotic Ultimate had significantly lowered his altitude on approach to the airfield. No sentinels? Fine. The objective remains the same. Eliminate the target.

There were no words. No warning. Not a quip or introduction. No poses. Not even a grunt of vigor. And of course, there was no mercy.

Clint was currently elevated a few feet above the asphalt charging his hands up with energy. He aimed to kill off any surviving victims within the downed aircraft. He lost everything and was declared a monster. Now, Clint would show them one. A monster that had no qualms with killing to make things right. A monster that was cold and without a semblance of sympathy.

And a monster Vanquisher was.

With little loss in momentum, Vanquisher's large hands clutched the back of Clint's neck and slammed him face-first into the asphalt, the impact forming a crater. There was no pause in Vanquisher's actions. Why would there be? From a knelt position, Vanquisher repeatedly slammed Clint’s face into the ground and with his free hand he charged up a thermal beam for a concentrated attack. His free hand radiated with a bright orange glow, the light enveloping his hand.

Sufficient charge successful.

Vanquisher stood up, still holding Clint up by the nape of his neck. The towering machine easily held him above the ground. Clint’s battered face could barely be recognized as anything except ravaged flesh. Anyone lacking Clint’s durability would be dead after the initial face-first collision into the ground. Clint was alive, but his cervical spine had intentionally been severed by the blunt force of the repeated slams onto the asphalt. Clint could not move anymore… he could not see… he could not speak…

“You did have more to lose.” Vanquisher moved Clint so his body was facing away from the aircraft. Preventing further casualties than there already were was usually the goal if it could be helped. Once Vanquisher was in the clear, he fired a concentrated thermal beam, burning through Clint's back and out from his chest. Vanquisher dropped Clint who fell limp into the crater below. Now you have lost everything.” His attention shifted to the burning aircraft. It was finally time to tend to the rescue of any survivors.
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