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Daud


@Patches@Ember Storm@MercuryNH

Daud, quickly snapping out of his fearful paralysis thanks to Gregor popping Xenan in the head, immediately felt his horror boil over into a horrible, unquenchable rage. Gripping his halberd with two hands, he lets out an immense, mighty war-cry, lifting his halberd into the air.

"XENAAAAAAN! How DARE YOU?!" Daud screamed at the top of his lungs, its ferocity even causing the room to shake. "Betraying the sanctity of death, escaping the ultimate punishment..." He growls. "YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS!"

Wasting no time, Daud leaps forward, attempting to get on top of Xenan and impale him against the floor, even if he was hit with the Void-Tipped bullets. Wanting to give him no time to react, he hoped to trap him while the others could finish him off.
Urik


The sight of the stones elicited some amount of curiosity from Urik, but it wasn't anything he was about to pay much attention to. Instead, the clear implication that someone had been here for a long time was far more worrying. Stopping in the middle of what was left of the courtyard to the building, Urik cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders, and unsheathed one of his daggers. Motioning to Herrik to be quiet, he crouched slightly, making sure to keep his footsteps silent, further masking them by "cushioning" his steps with smoke produced from his magic.

The door was just begging to be opened, and Urik was suspicious. He almost felt like this was too easy... Was this a trap? Thinking to himself as he approached it, he decided to test his theory. Before entering, he simply placed his hand on the door, and gave it a good push open, to see if it was booby trapped. If not, then he simply enters.
While the others were trying their best to make it to the rendezvous point on time, the final member was finding herself a bit behind schedule. Oleander, a young-looking girl, meandered through the obelisks and towers of the Virus Force, getting lost multiple times but always quickly finding herself back on course. Finally arriving at the building. However, she stopped a few dozen yards away, unsure of herself - and her squadmates.

"Gosh, what's takin' ya so long? Your team mates are waitin' on ya." She spoke with a low, goofy voice as she held a crude, green sock puppet up next to her head, using it to speak to herself. "Remember last time ya were scared? Nothin' good came outta that! Quit bein' so sh- Mmph!"

Sighing, Oleander used her free hand to grab hold of her sock-puppet, as if forcing it to stay quiet. Shaking her head, she squeezed her eyes closed and took a deep breath. She was shy and nervous, but decided to force herself. Taking a step forward, she finally approached the building, entering shyly.

"H... Hello."


I'm definitely considering swapping out Dee for this character, a more eccentric but "lawful" AEGIS member.
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I'm definitely considering swapping out Dee for this character, a more eccentric but "lawful" AEGIS member.
Urik


Urik, not one to be frightened by mere superstitions, continues on through the town, taking note of the signs of Dweller population and the strange seals. He figured they might have been the symbol of the people who once lived here. Regardless, he continued on, occasionally stopping to investigate an area of interest, or to let Herrik investigate something that caught his curiosity.

It was in one of these homes, however, that he saw something strange - Fresh footprints. Eyes widening, he crouched down, placing his fingers on one of the prints before bringing them up to his nose and sniffing it. Looking around, he looked to see what direction they traveled in. Wasting no time, he sprung to his feet and began to hurriedly follow the prints, intrigued to see where they led. With any luck, they wouldn't belong to some squatters or vandals, but someone who actually knew something.
Daud

@Patches
@Ember Storm
@MercuryNH

Daud entered the room, as confident as haughty as before. He was expecting a group of fat sycophants like Gustrag to be cowering in fear before him, but the truth that he encountered was far, far more sinister. At first he didn't recognize the man, coming to a silent stop in front of the group... But that quickly changed. Behind his visor, his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. He took a step back. And most disturbingly of all... He looked like he was actually scared.

"Wh-... Huh? No, I killed you. I killed you... !" He mumbled out, extremely confused. He'd never encountered something like this, and it was becoming clear he had no idea what to think about the current situation.

Placing a hand over the spot that still lightly ached, the spot where Xenan almost managed to kill him. Gulping, he attempted to straighten himself out and gain back his confidence.

"X-..." He stopped, clearing his throat. "Xenan. Back from the dead... The Children seem to have some tricks up their sleeves."


It was a grey, chilly day. Clouds were overcast, the air was humid, and a light mist blew through the air. And in it all, in middle of the soggy marshlands, was a town - one that was clearly abandoned by man. Rotting wood made up what buildings were left, most partially-submerged in the flooded streams and ponds that made up the landscape. Rooftops drooped and floors sank, and nature was beginning to reclaim the wood, mushrooms and fungus growing all over the dilapidated buildings that made up the town.

Urik


In the marshlands was something definitely out of the ordinary, however. A black, formless cloud of smoke traveled along the ground, weaving through and around the tall grasses and ponds. Coming to a rest at a large, dead tree, it took the rough shape of a man, before thickening, and refining the shape into a clear shape of one. He was a tall, muscular man, sporting a bald head and a long black beard. He was wearing a long leather duster, and home-made clothes underneath made of fur and leather. The oddest things about him, however, was a pair of white, glowing irises, and his dark-gray skin, which was covered in white tattoos.

He held out his arm as he rested, looking over the town. Through the air, from the direction of the Town came a moth, or what almost looked like one. It was the size of an eagle, but as gentle as its original species - Herrik, Urik's companion. His general mannerisms were calm, telling Urik that he didn't see anything alive during his short time of scouting out the area. Nevertheless, Urik was ready to find someone, whoever it may be.

"If not the descendants of those vile Harvestmen, then maybe someone who knows where they are..."

Allowing Herrik to perch on his shoulder, Urik finally began his trek into the town, eager to learn more about this legend... And to finally see if it had any truth to it.
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