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I be posting as early as I can tomorrow! Thank god this fight is almost over... I actually find relaxed RP more fun to follow, unless a battle really goes deep. x3
"Ah-!" Aria flicked Cronic's forehead suddenly as the carriage started heading back north, to Whiterun. "Don't you dare jynx it again. I'm overdue a long nap..." she chuckled, finally sheathing the black-bladed katana. Fortunately, they wouldn't have any problems on the way back. Threats, sure, but no attacks or anything serious. Even more fortunately is they got back to Riverwood by nightfall, so the road home was short and safe from there.
As the two walked up the defended slope leading to the Whiterun gates, guards nodded or stood to attention in acknowledgement of them. It seems Balgruuf let it be known that the Odd Jobs duo were important people, despite Aria's wishes to remain unrecognisable to outsiders. Still... Balgruuf had never let Thalmor into his midst - this could mean the city itself was on Aria & Cronic's side. That, she could be grateful for.
When they finally showed up outside the shop, Aria was pleasantly surprised to see a local carpenter packing up his tools to leave, ...having just installed a new door! Okay, now this was either a nice gesture, or Balgruuf wanted something from them. But then again, stopping a dragon was hell. Perhaps this was.. even more reward for their efforts? It was a dragon, after all... Shrugging with a gleeful look on her face, Aria entered the shop and went over to sit at her desk. And lazily kick back, as usual.
"Number two, go get us some curing potion thingies if the Cauldron is still open? If not we might have some spare stuff in the random junk under the stairs." Aria yawned. And to make her evening complete, the regular stray cat hopped in an open window, climbing onto Aria's lap for a sleep.
As the two walked up the defended slope leading to the Whiterun gates, guards nodded or stood to attention in acknowledgement of them. It seems Balgruuf let it be known that the Odd Jobs duo were important people, despite Aria's wishes to remain unrecognisable to outsiders. Still... Balgruuf had never let Thalmor into his midst - this could mean the city itself was on Aria & Cronic's side. That, she could be grateful for.
When they finally showed up outside the shop, Aria was pleasantly surprised to see a local carpenter packing up his tools to leave, ...having just installed a new door! Okay, now this was either a nice gesture, or Balgruuf wanted something from them. But then again, stopping a dragon was hell. Perhaps this was.. even more reward for their efforts? It was a dragon, after all... Shrugging with a gleeful look on her face, Aria entered the shop and went over to sit at her desk. And lazily kick back, as usual.
"Number two, go get us some curing potion thingies if the Cauldron is still open? If not we might have some spare stuff in the random junk under the stairs." Aria yawned. And to make her evening complete, the regular stray cat hopped in an open window, climbing onto Aria's lap for a sleep.
After dropping off all the contraband shopping, Izumi and Zerenis headed back into the controlled gravity within Prosperity City. Of course, this troubling feeling Izzy had worried her enough to bring a handgun which she'd conceal in her uniform coat. They would take a taxi as close to the industrial sector as possible for civilians, and then they'd continue on foot. Considering the Earth Alliance had troops stationed in the area for security, ...things may get messy. In the dark, underground sectors of the Cradles, it was pretty easy for people to go 'missing'. Gangs operated down there, as did military factions - mostly engineers though. People here were more than likely stowaways and very shady. No doubt this was a risky place to get involved with...
As the taxi came to a halt, Izumi stepped out and began walking off immediately. Now, so close to the alarming aura, she was pulled in by it. Lured, perhaps? "This way, come on!" she said before breaking into a run. The dimly-lit, dirty sectors certainly didn't look appealing.
"Cronic," Kenny greeted the captain as he floated into the bridge. He'd gotten suited up fast! "Want me to get a few mobile suits ready to launch? That Calthorn character seemed off. I can tell somethin's up..."
"Lucia Valentine, Core Splendor 1, taking off." Lucia spoke into the shared comm channel between herself, Akira and a CIC operator on the bridge. "Copied. Go ahead," The female officer replied. After this, the fighter was first to lift off, followed by the Impulse's body parts. When they joined together, Lucia ordered out the only remaining Blast silhouette. This left Akira with the choice of Force, for extra battery energy and agility, or Sword, for two huge anti-ship blades that could become a double-ended sword.
Their weapons would emit holo-rounds, simulating the damages caused without any real harm to the mobile suits. Of course, if Akira decided he wanted to use two giant swords instead of the Force pack's rifle and shield, they would have to be swept at range to simulate a real swing or strike. Killing his partner in a mock battle would NOT be a good thing!
"Come and get me, Akira~" Lucia giggled seductively over a private comm channel, winking as her face appeared on one of his monitors. She prepared the two massive under-arm beam cannons for a fight. She didn't expect much from him in all honesty... But beginner's luck was a thing!
As the taxi came to a halt, Izumi stepped out and began walking off immediately. Now, so close to the alarming aura, she was pulled in by it. Lured, perhaps? "This way, come on!" she said before breaking into a run. The dimly-lit, dirty sectors certainly didn't look appealing.
"Cronic," Kenny greeted the captain as he floated into the bridge. He'd gotten suited up fast! "Want me to get a few mobile suits ready to launch? That Calthorn character seemed off. I can tell somethin's up..."
"Lucia Valentine, Core Splendor 1, taking off." Lucia spoke into the shared comm channel between herself, Akira and a CIC operator on the bridge. "Copied. Go ahead," The female officer replied. After this, the fighter was first to lift off, followed by the Impulse's body parts. When they joined together, Lucia ordered out the only remaining Blast silhouette. This left Akira with the choice of Force, for extra battery energy and agility, or Sword, for two huge anti-ship blades that could become a double-ended sword.
Their weapons would emit holo-rounds, simulating the damages caused without any real harm to the mobile suits. Of course, if Akira decided he wanted to use two giant swords instead of the Force pack's rifle and shield, they would have to be swept at range to simulate a real swing or strike. Killing his partner in a mock battle would NOT be a good thing!
"Come and get me, Akira~" Lucia giggled seductively over a private comm channel, winking as her face appeared on one of his monitors. She prepared the two massive under-arm beam cannons for a fight. She didn't expect much from him in all honesty... But beginner's luck was a thing!
"Yep, I'd love to get checked out for that vampire-y disease. I've never had someone dive on me trying to bite my throat open before... Cut open - but never bite open! Vampires..." Aria sighed heavily as she took a seat on the back of the cart. The client offered a hand to her, the spare bow still held in his free hand. She grinned before shaking it, giving the man a curious look. "You're going into Bruma, then?"
"Mhm. Thanks again, Odd Jobs. You two- well, three. Saved my life." The client said as he nodded at the carriage driver, who threw his bow into the back of the cart and reached for the nearest bottle of mead. "I can't imagine Vampires attacking the town directly, so I'll quick run across the border, see my family on the other side... At least I don't have to pay to get across, right?"
Aria shook her head and smiled, "Get going then, pal. Dragons, Cultists and Vampires be damned - in that order. We got you here safely." she chuckled, giving him a thumbs up as he began to walk off. He patted Cronic on the shoulder twice as he went on, carefully wading around the bodies and ash piles left from the fight.
Aria's proud gaze then fixated on her partner, "So...! We're gonna need a new door. And I believe Arcadia owes you a favour, so that should cover the disease-curing potions. Gods those things taste bland..."
"Mhm. Thanks again, Odd Jobs. You two- well, three. Saved my life." The client said as he nodded at the carriage driver, who threw his bow into the back of the cart and reached for the nearest bottle of mead. "I can't imagine Vampires attacking the town directly, so I'll quick run across the border, see my family on the other side... At least I don't have to pay to get across, right?"
Aria shook her head and smiled, "Get going then, pal. Dragons, Cultists and Vampires be damned - in that order. We got you here safely." she chuckled, giving him a thumbs up as he began to walk off. He patted Cronic on the shoulder twice as he went on, carefully wading around the bodies and ash piles left from the fight.
Aria's proud gaze then fixated on her partner, "So...! We're gonna need a new door. And I believe Arcadia owes you a favour, so that should cover the disease-curing potions. Gods those things taste bland..."
Without a moment of thought, Blaze unleashed a Phoenix screech at Kinzoku. If this was getting serious, she wanted him either unable or limited in his ability to fight back. His ears would burn and his vision would blur from the sound wave. But, veterans of magic battles should be able to nullify the effects, or at least remain focused. As the scream wave hit, Blaze would use the time she hopefully gained to focus into preparing an advanced spell. All she needed was time...!
A bright red magic seal flared up from under the teenager's feet, the insignia of a bird with wide-spread wings was covered by the fire welling up around her. The flames seemed more concentrated around her legs, indicating that was where the base of the attack should come from. A flaming kick would be far too weak and unsatisfying for Kinzoku. He wanted to play - so he could play with phoenix talons!
"C'mon, focus... Just a few more seconds!"
Reaver shrugged a shoulder rather boredly at Igneel Dragneel's speech. If anything had ever held less meaning, ...seriously, what the heck was this kid on about!? Magic was power - power should be used as such, not for mundane things like justice or protection... The nature of magic was darkness. Reaver knew this best, and he was more adept in this element than anyone else he knew of - he loved being a symbol...
"How disappointing. You're just a weak-minded child after all," Reaver spat, his scythe coating in a murky black energy before he swiped it at Iggy, the darkness magic launching toward the boy. Believing it not to be enough, the dark guild master began stepping eerily towards his opponent. There wouldn't be any gloating or boasting... He wanted Iggy dead.
A bright red magic seal flared up from under the teenager's feet, the insignia of a bird with wide-spread wings was covered by the fire welling up around her. The flames seemed more concentrated around her legs, indicating that was where the base of the attack should come from. A flaming kick would be far too weak and unsatisfying for Kinzoku. He wanted to play - so he could play with phoenix talons!
"C'mon, focus... Just a few more seconds!"
Reaver shrugged a shoulder rather boredly at Igneel Dragneel's speech. If anything had ever held less meaning, ...seriously, what the heck was this kid on about!? Magic was power - power should be used as such, not for mundane things like justice or protection... The nature of magic was darkness. Reaver knew this best, and he was more adept in this element than anyone else he knew of - he loved being a symbol...
"How disappointing. You're just a weak-minded child after all," Reaver spat, his scythe coating in a murky black energy before he swiped it at Iggy, the darkness magic launching toward the boy. Believing it not to be enough, the dark guild master began stepping eerily towards his opponent. There wouldn't be any gloating or boasting... He wanted Iggy dead.
"Yeah, I've probably pissed off a fair amount of the Nine by now," Aria shrugged as she watched Cronic's back. If ever she wasn't diving into the thick of a fight, she was about to cause damage with fire instead. And those dead archers were a real pain in the neck! A large sphere of flame launched from the palm of her hand, and when it impacted with the three archers, they were thrown to a violent re-death on the Skyrim side of the border station. "I can't imagine why I might have pissed off any Daedra though... Gave 'em a hell of a lot of fresh souls."
There was only one Vampire left left now, dual-wielding Imperial swords and circling around out of the two human archers view. Four on one... Those thralls couldn't really be counted as real muscle anyway. Aria and Cronic had made quick work of them. The bloodsucker in a soldier's uniform licked his teeth and stared at the two, making sure not to let the client and the carriage driver catch him off guard with their bows. He was silent for a moment, and then...
"...Lord Harkon is going to kill you all, anyway. FIGHT ME!"
Carelessly, he charged at Cronic, aiming to dig one sword into his gut. Aria intervened trying to crosscut his throat, but it was defended easily enough with the vampire's free blade. "I have a hundred years experience on you!" he yelled defiantly. With Aria's sword pressed against his, unmoving, the only threat seemed to be Cronic. But that girl's eyes looked almost vampyric, it was actually pretty alarming... Her two-handed grip tightened, the blades sparking every time they inched against each other. With a hateful grimace and a growl from Aria, the vampire's arm fucking snapped! So much for a hundred years experience...
Coupled with whatever Cronic's finishing counter-attack would be, there would be one less vampire dotting Tamriel.
There was only one Vampire left left now, dual-wielding Imperial swords and circling around out of the two human archers view. Four on one... Those thralls couldn't really be counted as real muscle anyway. Aria and Cronic had made quick work of them. The bloodsucker in a soldier's uniform licked his teeth and stared at the two, making sure not to let the client and the carriage driver catch him off guard with their bows. He was silent for a moment, and then...
"...Lord Harkon is going to kill you all, anyway. FIGHT ME!"
Carelessly, he charged at Cronic, aiming to dig one sword into his gut. Aria intervened trying to crosscut his throat, but it was defended easily enough with the vampire's free blade. "I have a hundred years experience on you!" he yelled defiantly. With Aria's sword pressed against his, unmoving, the only threat seemed to be Cronic. But that girl's eyes looked almost vampyric, it was actually pretty alarming... Her two-handed grip tightened, the blades sparking every time they inched against each other. With a hateful grimace and a growl from Aria, the vampire's arm fucking snapped! So much for a hundred years experience...
Coupled with whatever Cronic's finishing counter-attack would be, there would be one less vampire dotting Tamriel.
Aura's sleepy eyes opened wide into Abaddon's sleeve for a split second as the young man began to speak, but as those nastier words started to roll out she decided against making it known she'd just spurred awake. In fact, that would be cruel! The last thing little Aura wanted was anybody to get all apologetic or feel guilty, so she would 'sleep' through the scene, acting as if she were finding a more comfortable part of the gunslinger's arm to tuck her head into with the most blissfully cute look on her face.
...Aura couldn't help but wonder what these words meant! All she knew is she'd had her mouth sealed shut for a week by a magic rune once for asking what the F-word meant. It really was an innocent question! A teacher just happened to stroll past the group of curious kids as Aura spoke.
Rei shrugged at their gunslinging companion with a faint smirk, "So we'll ask around the mages in Drachenvice, see what we can find. Hopefully get a location, or some acquaintances locations. Hopefully it won't come down to any interrogation. Heck, it would be nice to just catch Saren off guard in the capital... If he's there." Her eyes fell away from the others as she leaned back in the chair, relaxing.
Before it got too quiet, the young lady forced a smile and looked around the table. "So... What do Avanim, Liqian and Magiya people do for fun? Mages projects sound.. hm.. interesting, Craïs. Why don't you start?" Rei shrugged again. Damn it, someone had to start a casual conversation! It was this or sleep. And it was far too early to sleep! ...For four of the team.
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As the Morallean bunch sat in their quiet corner of the tavern, a hooded figure walked in, two trickles of neck-length fiery red hair rested on each side of her collar. She very briefly glanced in the direction of the odd group, her paler red cheek tattoo flashing in the light of the indoor lamps. For now, her face remained hidden. If Craïs noticed, there was a faint tremor in the air around the hooded woman. Pressure. It felt... hot. What Rei took notice of was the woman's sword. Katana. Black saya, with gold decorations. It rang a bell somewhere in the back of her mind, but for now she ignored it. Samurai people weren't all confined to the Shirokaze territory. Many chose to live as mercenaries, exotic sellswords whose skill outmatched more typical armoured soldiers and the like. Who was Rei to judge? ...Lady Shirokaze, actually! But she wouldn't go throwing her title around, especially not at some random, possibly dangerous traveler.
"Some of that famous Drachenvice whiskey, pal." The hooded woman spoke casually to the innkeep. Her voice was warm and young. It was probably more comparable to Abaddon's accent than anyone else's. Not quite a Mage, not quite one of the Samurai... A unique person, to say the least. Already the pressuring aura around her began to ease off. The young woman took a seat at the bar and slid some coins over to the man for the drink, but far too many for a single glass of whiskey...
"I'll be stayin' the night, too."
...Aura couldn't help but wonder what these words meant! All she knew is she'd had her mouth sealed shut for a week by a magic rune once for asking what the F-word meant. It really was an innocent question! A teacher just happened to stroll past the group of curious kids as Aura spoke.
Rei shrugged at their gunslinging companion with a faint smirk, "So we'll ask around the mages in Drachenvice, see what we can find. Hopefully get a location, or some acquaintances locations. Hopefully it won't come down to any interrogation. Heck, it would be nice to just catch Saren off guard in the capital... If he's there." Her eyes fell away from the others as she leaned back in the chair, relaxing.
Before it got too quiet, the young lady forced a smile and looked around the table. "So... What do Avanim, Liqian and Magiya people do for fun? Mages projects sound.. hm.. interesting, Craïs. Why don't you start?" Rei shrugged again. Damn it, someone had to start a casual conversation! It was this or sleep. And it was far too early to sleep! ...For four of the team.
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As the Morallean bunch sat in their quiet corner of the tavern, a hooded figure walked in, two trickles of neck-length fiery red hair rested on each side of her collar. She very briefly glanced in the direction of the odd group, her paler red cheek tattoo flashing in the light of the indoor lamps. For now, her face remained hidden. If Craïs noticed, there was a faint tremor in the air around the hooded woman. Pressure. It felt... hot. What Rei took notice of was the woman's sword. Katana. Black saya, with gold decorations. It rang a bell somewhere in the back of her mind, but for now she ignored it. Samurai people weren't all confined to the Shirokaze territory. Many chose to live as mercenaries, exotic sellswords whose skill outmatched more typical armoured soldiers and the like. Who was Rei to judge? ...Lady Shirokaze, actually! But she wouldn't go throwing her title around, especially not at some random, possibly dangerous traveler.
"Some of that famous Drachenvice whiskey, pal." The hooded woman spoke casually to the innkeep. Her voice was warm and young. It was probably more comparable to Abaddon's accent than anyone else's. Not quite a Mage, not quite one of the Samurai... A unique person, to say the least. Already the pressuring aura around her began to ease off. The young woman took a seat at the bar and slid some coins over to the man for the drink, but far too many for a single glass of whiskey...
"I'll be stayin' the night, too."
"Oh please. You say that like it's possible!" Blaze laughed, the wings of flame beating once to put her underneath Kinzoku. She prepared to cast an advanced Phoenix spell, but~ suddenly her wings disappeared, leaving her stranded in the air with an oh crap expression plastered on her face. She fell without causing any damage to her opponent, and luckily landed on a high roof instead of plummeting all the way to the street below. Would've broken something if that happened!
Still, after recovering the girl shook her head and motioned for Kinzoku to bring it on. Dragon Slayer or not, this wasn't over until he was a stupid smoking pile of beaten mage. Blaze was low on magic power, but she could still fight conservatively. Against this opponent however... This was win or die.
"I hope Iggy is having better luck..."
The spinning scythe dispelled the roar as the flames made contact. It stopped however when Iggy came closer, as if Reaver didn't want to harm the kid. He took one clean hit to the gut, sending the dark mage sliding to a halt at the end of the hall. He'd finally been displaced... "I've been thinking... You're on Kinzoku's level. I could use another powerful dragon slayer... Your rewards could be endless as our influence spreads," Reaver tried to tempt the boy.
"I'm offering you a job as my right hand - my enforcer. If you don't take it, ...I'm finally going to start using magic against you. If you recall, I haven't used it once yet, Dragon Slayer... You won't win. Feed my power, or become my ally. Decide."
Still, after recovering the girl shook her head and motioned for Kinzoku to bring it on. Dragon Slayer or not, this wasn't over until he was a stupid smoking pile of beaten mage. Blaze was low on magic power, but she could still fight conservatively. Against this opponent however... This was win or die.
"I hope Iggy is having better luck..."
The spinning scythe dispelled the roar as the flames made contact. It stopped however when Iggy came closer, as if Reaver didn't want to harm the kid. He took one clean hit to the gut, sending the dark mage sliding to a halt at the end of the hall. He'd finally been displaced... "I've been thinking... You're on Kinzoku's level. I could use another powerful dragon slayer... Your rewards could be endless as our influence spreads," Reaver tried to tempt the boy.
"I'm offering you a job as my right hand - my enforcer. If you don't take it, ...I'm finally going to start using magic against you. If you recall, I haven't used it once yet, Dragon Slayer... You won't win. Feed my power, or become my ally. Decide."
"Why ain't you dead!?" Aria yelped in surprise as the weakened vampire shoved her guard arm away in a furious attempt to restore himself with her life force. He reared his head back, about to take the fatal bite. But, unfortunately for him, two arrows from behind were planted in his back, causing him to finally topple over and bite the dust instead. With that over with, Aria got to her feet with her sword hung loosely in one hand. A thrall tried to swing for her from behind with an axe, but the dead Imperial was quickly flipped over her shoulder with his own clumsy momentum. And with one quick jab of the katana in his skull, the undead man burst into a pile of glowing ash, re-dead.
Rejoining Cronic, the half-Akaviri sighed heavily as she joined the fight, "Vampires..."
As if the fight on the ground wasn't bad enough, three thralls also reanimated up on the gate, aiming their bows down into the fight below. But with their zombie-like aim, they might actually be an advantage to the humans!
Rejoining Cronic, the half-Akaviri sighed heavily as she joined the fight, "Vampires..."
As if the fight on the ground wasn't bad enough, three thralls also reanimated up on the gate, aiming their bows down into the fight below. But with their zombie-like aim, they might actually be an advantage to the humans!
Jake again! This time I can actually post quicker, too. ;3
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