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𓆣 ☢ Middle Man ☢ 𓆣

King Stag stormed towards Gamma Burn. Unfortunately, the villain had landed somewhat gracefully from that last blow. Broiling pain made King Stag’s vision blur. His flesh was scorched and his carapace was rendered useless as those brutal claws dug into the skin underneath. Stubbornness did not allow King Stag to falter. Not yet, at least. He grabbed the wrist of his attacker. The heat alone made his hand burn. That did not stop the little arthropods from scrambling down his fingers for a feast of Gamma flesh.

With his enemy unable to escape, King Stag swung his horn and drove it into Gamma Burn’s shoulder. The blood that slicked his makeshift weapon burned just as hot as Gamma Burn’s claws. King Stag wrenched his horn upwards, sending the villain flying away from him.

From the Egg - A Dragon Training Rp

This will be the last time we talk. I am but a ghost of my former self. A fragment left in the sands of time. Once this is over, I will pour my spirit and energy into that of my child. It will give her the strength to hatch. So please, ask your questions. I will answer for what I can remember. Though, my memory now fails me in many ways.

The dragon stretched itself out. Its body was impossibly long, as if it stretched into the distant horizon. When the sun hit the blurry scales just right, it created a rainbow effect in the water. It seemed content to just rest and listen.

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Mother Dula narrowed her eyes when Trevor spoke his name. Perhaps she expected him to continue with some title or family name. Perhaps she was unsatisfied that he would present himself with such little care for authority. She chose not to speak on whatever negative thought danced through her head at that moment. He was ultimately more tolerable than the brat she had just dealt with. Though, he seemed just as hot headed.

The monks looked to Mother Dula for approval when Trevor made his request. She paid little attention to them, more focused on watching Trevor test the weapon. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the gall of this man to question her authority. Not to mention the bravery, or perhaps stupidity, he showed to offer to fight one of his peers. Those that had been called to the island were the best of the best in their fields. A fight among their peers was surely going to be a struggle. That said, with any luck, he would lose. It would be one less brat she may have to deal with.

”Very well. It will save us all some time. Number Nine, please step forward. Present yourself.”

The elf who stepped forward was shocked when she knew who to call for. She was a tall woman, even among the elves. Muscles rippled as she moved. A trained warrior if ever there was one. Her hair was black and tied out of her face. She wore chain armor on her limbs and a well crafted metal chestplate. Her eyes were a cutting silver. She stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Mother Dula. ”High Priestess Dula, I am Cova Reinard of the Queens Guard.

Mother Dula nodded and Cova stepped forward to the table. The monks dispersed at her approach. Without hesitation, she snatched up a long sword. Cova tested its weight and scanned its edge. Then she turned to face Trevor. Her face twisted into a smirk. ”A pity I will have to fight human scum.”

”At the sound of the drum, you will begin.” Mother Dula’s voice filled the room. She lifted her hand. A moment of tension… then:

Clong!!!

𓆣 ☢ Middle Man ☢ 𓆣

Elijah turned just in time to see Gamma Burn smash into a nearby tree. Then he watched the poor man crumple to the ground and cough. It was… difficult to watch. Elijah knew he should have moved immediately to try to capture Gamma Burn but he was just sitting there, wracked with coughs. It did not feel right to descend on someone like that. This was… what, the third time in the past week someone’s bumped into him and fell? That sounded right. He was honestly starting to feel a little guilty about it.

”Hey…” Was all Elijah could manage to say.

Without much of a thought, he leaned in to just sort of… try to pick him up? There was no reason to attack Gamma Burn when he could just apprehend him like this. It felt wrong, though, for the battle to go this way. Hell, not even really a battle. As Gamma Burn stood and stumbled again, Elijah rushed to catch him before he fell. The poor thing was laughing. He must really be hurt–

Fuck!

Pain blossomed in Elijah’s right shoulder. He could feel hot blood bubble up between the gap in his armor. Panic shot through him. It hurt. It burned. This was not supposed to happen. He was supposed to be impenetrable! His soft insides were being damaged. His whole mind reeled on red alert. If that bastard even so much as twisted the knife wrong, the way it would peel up his carapace could leave a weak spot he was not prepared to cover.

Whatever gentleness there had been behind King Stag’s gaze had disappeared. Elijah had become a cowering figure, hiding behind the silent power of his super-sona. The air was quite suddenly filled with the sickeningly sweet scent of pheromones. That fresh wound poured not only blood but a wave of insects. Beetles washed down the blade and rushed towards Gamma Burn, hungry for meat. King Stag did not pull away from the wound. He had no desire to waste the opportunity of being close to the villain. Instead, he reeled back and threw a punch.

𓆣 ☢ Middle Man ☢ 𓆣

By the time Li had a moment to react to Gamma Burn’s mystery appearance and subsequent disappearance, he was at the edge of the food forest, alone. Well… Alone was not the right term. There were plenty of skittering critters and rapidly growing plants to keep him company.

”Put your hands in the air. You’re coming back with us.”

Oh, and, as it turned out, several rapidly approaching police officers. The officers were skirting the edges of the food forest, clearly afraid of the plants. Likely, they feared some sort of radiation effect. The police officer at the front had spoken through a megaphone. His two officer buddies were carrying handcuffs and a gun respectively, though the gun was not aimed at Li.

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Damn that green haired bastard. Radiation nightmare. Pain in the carapace mother fucker. Gamma Burn made Elijah reconsider taking boxing lessons. Elijah managed to catch himself before he careened out of control. Gamma Burn was frustratingly good at redirecting the massive hero’s momentum. By the time Elijah spun around, there was already a wall of thorns between him and his prey.

”I would not call myself predictable!”

Even if you are.Elijah’s shell opened as he prepared to take flight. It would be awkward and not particularly efficient in the rapidly growing expanse of vegetation, but if Gamma Burn took to the trees, there was little else Elijah could do. It was only at that point that it clicked that Gamma Burn called him dear. He sputtered a little, his pace slowed considerably. It was only slowed more when firefighters were mentioned, which caused a little shot of panic to dance through his veins. It took him so long to process what had just happened that, by the time he flew into the air, Gamma Burn was already gone.

3:28 PM: Panic because that cute boy was taken

”Shit!”

It was not very hero-like for Elijah to swear like that. Not that it mattered. The only people around were darting away from him.

He’s going to kill him and it will be your fault! Elijah dove back down and dashed into the brush in the direction the two had gone. Damn his big ass frame! It was difficult for the massive man to dodge around the plant life. It slowed the already slow fellow down and left a large hole in his wake. Just as he saw a break in the distant trees– Something bounced off his carapace. Something large enough to slow him to a stop.

”Huh?”

𓆣 ☢ Middle Man ☢ 𓆣

Oh, good. It looked like Gamma Burn had some pep in his step today. Elijah was not sure if he would call that a bad or good thing. He leaned towards bad, though. Especially when Gamma Burn started shit-talking him. Elijah scrunched his nose. He would hardly call saving people’s lives a waste of taxpayer dollars! He clenched his fists.

–The rustle of bushes tore Elijah’s attention away from Gamma Burn’s words. His heart stopped when he saw Lilian. Of course that little rat was here! He was everywhere! And now he was almost certainly in danger. Elijah prayed that Gamma Burn had not seen him yet, attempting to cover his looking over with a small cough. His glare cut back over to the villain. He just needed to draw Gamma Burn away from the scene.

It caught Elijah off guard when Gamma Burn approached him. The flighty bastard rarely acted this tough and upfront. Elijah hated to admit the taunting was working. He matched Gamma Burn’s stride forward. The handprint on his back, still not fully healed from when Gamma Burn had scorched it into him, burned. ”There’s no need for murder. Besides, I’m not here to stop you from making a food forest.” That part was pretty cool actually… It reminded him of the man he had been texting recently. Those thoughts would have brought a smile to his face if he were not so worried about Lilian. ”Besides, I like to think that saving people from your reckless actions is more than enough for the taxpayers. The fact that you jump to murder says everything it needs to about you. You’re a monster in sheep’s clothing, Gamma Burn. Don’t pretend like your little schemes aren’t excuses so that you don’t have to feel bad about killing the innocent.”

With that, Elijah dashed forward. He charged the ghastly visage of his arch nemesis. His goal was to push Gamma Burn back. Maybe draw him away from the scene. Really anything to distract Gamma Burn from the one person truly in danger here. He guessed Gamma Burn would leap over his back so, when he attempted to grab the radiated man, he prepared himself for the possibility of that vault.

From the Egg - A Dragon Training Rp

The massive beast lowered its entire body onto the surf. Its body bobbed up and down with the gentle waves. Gwynn could feel its gaze diving straight into her soul. It was scanning her. Sizing her up. Despite that, it showed no signs of aggression. When Gwynn did not respond for a moment, it readjusted to settle its head on its paws.

There is no pressure, young one. We have all the time in the world to make our choices. Soon enough, your lifespan will be extended to match the length mine once was. Then minutes and days will seem ever so miniscule. As will most other mundane things. Ah… but I suppose that may take a while. I forget that one does not become aware of their agelessness immediately. It has been many years since the War of Darkness wiped out our kind.

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Though she did not say it, Mother Dula was glad to see someone enter this with a practicality that rivaled the frustrating brattiness of her last testee. Unfortunately, it was another human. She let out a sigh through her nose.

”Your urgency is appreciated. I will not mince words with you, wise one. Present yourself before us and tell us your name. Then we will get started. At that point, you will choose your weapon and prove yourself before the eggs.”

The table that had been dedicated to Gwynn was moved by two monks and quickly replaced with the table full of weaponry. Everything from spears to bows to swords and daggers. It lacked any form of armor. They were, most certainly, real weapons. The blades were sharp and the spear tips sharper. Unlike before, the two monks that moved the tables did not step away. Instead, they stood on the opposite side of the table to Trevor. Their hands were behind their backs. One was human and the other an Undine. They wore no armor but they were easily the most muscular and toned monks around.

𖤐 Hell's Renegades 𖤐

The Doctor dodged Sabriel’s flirting as deftly as ever… if not more so. She seemed to avoid talking to him alone. To the point that she purposefully steered the conversation off towards anyone else around. The morning continued that way, with casual conversation that kept her from being alone with the murderer. It was better than going to bed. Not as if she would get anything resembling sleep anyhow. If she did not know any better, Dr. Gate would swear that the caffeine was still buzzing in her veins.

Dr. Gate took her medicine as subtly as possible. She had not started taking any until halfway through her brief stint in solitary, which meant that she had only been taking them for about two days outside of solitary. The Doctor preferred not to broadcast her new need for depression medication, especially around a bunch of literal villains. Once they were taken, the Doctor looked over to Roy and gave him a nod.

Roy’s request to go to the couch was met with cautious curiosity. She tried to make it subtle when she leaned on the opposite side of the couch from Sabriel. It did not help that, before her solitary, the Doctor preferred to be near him. After… everything, it was difficult to handle interacting with him. There was a level of guilt to it. He had been knocked on conscious because of her and she still owed him an apology. An apology that required privacy they did not have. She told herself that she would get to it… eventually.

“I have heard of the kinds of things that happen at Disney world. It seems utterly boring.” And by boring, she meant motion sickness inducing and generally loud. Not to mention miserable. “Though… going to the beach and taking a dip in the ocean might be nice. Now you’ve got me thinking about swimming, Casey.”

𖤐 Hell's Renegades 𖤐

General Doctor/Surgeon || Clearance Level - 2

A321231

Legal

Last Name: Velasco
First Name: Girasol
Middle Name: N/A
Apparent Age: 38
Actual Age: 33
​DoB: 03/12/1979
Sex: Female

Personal

Preferred Name(s): Firn, Dr. Girasol
Gender: Nonbinary
Pronouns: They/Them
Nouns: Masculine/Neutral
Sexual Orientation: Demisexual
Romantic Orientation: Panromantic
Status: N/D

Overview

Firn, also known as Dr. Girasol, is a laid back person known for their relaxation whilst in stressful situations. This plus their numan capabilities allows for Dr. Girasol to be a calm and level head when handling drastic surgery. They playfully take on the monacure of Hippie and often prefer herbal remedies when possible. Dr. Girasol plays the role of on-site doctor and surgeon, as the hounds rarely make it through a week without some form of harm. They take the role well, and have even befriended a few of the hounds that regularly enter their office. Their relaxed nature makes them appear lazy, but they are far from it. They often take on the role of five people, literally and metaphorically. They are rather physically frail, but make up for it in intelligence and kindness. They are known for playing games with other staff members, especially favoring Dungeons and Dragons. While they are not overly talkative, they tend to like to tell stories. They have taken on the Hippocratic oath and refuse to do harm to any living being, including insects and, if able to avoid it, plants. The only exception is food, though they do their best to eat all-natural and cruelty-free. They are a vegetarian.

Physical

Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'09"
Weight: 152 lbs
Skin: Mocha
Notes:

• Scarred spots along arms and legs from injection sites.
• Numerous small scars from blades along arms, legs, and torso

Skill Set

• Blood Bond - Firn possesses the capability to share telepathic messages with their siblings.
• Fractured Soul - Firn is capable of using soul energy to create up to four duplicates of themself (totaling five bodies). Each fragment of their soul, including the original body, take on an aspect of their personality. While separated, all pieces maintain their own level of energy and damage. Once combined, the main body takes on whatever the ‘lowest common denominator’ is. This applies to physical harm, emotional harm, and illness, but does not apply to exhaustion. The main body receives all exhaustion from the clones together. These clones are incapable of healing injury or exhaustion. When working in surgery, Firn refuses to work with any nurses other than their clones in almost every circumstance.
• Body Bond - Firn is capable of passing exhaustion, illness, damage, and the like to their siblings. Additionally, Firn is capable of absorbing exhaustion, illness, damage, and the like from other people. This is in great part due to their overly large, fractured soul allowing for the manipulation of energy into and out of itself. This passing and absorbing must be done through bodily contact. Any damage they receive applies to their own body. This is, in large part, why they no longer absorb damage on a whim.
• Doctorate in General Surgery - Firn has spent many years studying in the medical field and is capable of performing General Surgery.
• Cool Head - Firn is extremely calm in the most dire situations, to the point that he has been accused of being intoxicated on the job.

History

Firn’s youth was plagued with strife. Their siblings and them were put in foster care during their early teenage years. They and Sic, their sister, became notorious trouble makers, due to Firn passing damage onto Sic for nefarious purposes. While much of their trouble making was done to force themselves into the same foster home, it evolved quickly for young Firn.

Drugs meant Firn was able to take on more damage and, in their eyes, keep their siblings safer from harm. It was a rabbit hole that Firn fell into hard, though they kept it as good of a secret as they could. They absorbed their eldest sibling’s exhaustion (as Trip often took on a major workload to support the family), Sic’s harm from getting into fights, as well as whatever sorts of harm they could take trade for more drugs. These mostly consisted of painkillers, but also drifted into anything that would allow Firn to escape reality for a while.
It all came to a head when Firn had taken on more than they could heal in any reasonable amount of time. They went to go purchase speed in order to make up for the exhaustion they were handling, and had to heal their dealer in exchange. They had thought they could have taken the wounds but they and the effects of those drugs proved to be too much. Firn overdosed when attempting to walk home and collapsed on the street. It was lucky that Trip had found them, or they would have died that day.

After several weeks of hospital recovery, Firn was sent to the Saint’s Haven Rehabilitation Center. This was chosen due to it being free, though it resulted in some significant religious trauma that Firn has not expounded upon. Firn was there for ninety days but entered an education program whilst inside. They have stated that this program was the only good thing to come out of the Rehabilitation Center. It allowed them to enter a two-year degree path for a bachelor's, which led to the realization that they were naturally skilled in the medical field. It was that skill that led them to become a surgeon, where they then were chosen to join the DNCC.

When they heard about the Hounds program, Firn jumped to join. They compared their journey of recovery to the Hounds and have gone on record to state that they think anyone is capable of getting better.


Agent Ella Nostrus
Head of Surgery
_{Clearance Level - 7}

𓆣 ☢ Middle Man ☢ 𓆣

By the time Elijah had gotten to the bottom floor, he had wished he had jumped out a window. That would have saved him several minutes. People never moved out of his way fast enough and he had certainly bowled over a poor intern or two. Luckily, with all of the commotion and hearing the news report as he ran out, Elijah gathered the general direction Gamma-Burn was headed. Once he was outside, Elijah leapt into the air. Despite his clumsy flying, it was easier and faster than trying to push through an anxious crowd of people.

Elijah soared through the city air. He did his best to ignore the pointing and calls from the people below. He would never get entirely used to being recognized by so many people. His head buzzed with both bug wings and his roaring thoughts. We can go back and talk to Li later. We can reschedule the interview. It’s fine. He’s not going to be upset with us if we reschedule– Why do we even care about him being upset?! Elijah let out a frustrated groan. He knew damn well he should he focusing on hunting Gamma Burn than whatever frustratingly homosexual thoughts had filled him.

When Elijah got to the scene, he froze in place. This… did not look like a dangerous scene. It just looked like… well. Flowers. Plants. There were very few buildings. Nobody was in danger. Hell, most of these looked like native plants. He was no plant person but the rather incessant buzzing of his insides told him the pollinators enjoyed the smell. Elijah landed and stared around at the so-called devastation. This… did not look all that bad actually… Plenty of food… It reminded Elijah of his conversation with Sorel and he could not help but smile a little.

--Focus. Doing one thing does not make up for murder. Gamma Burn is still bad. You’re here to capture him, not fix this.

Elijah strode forward through the field. He tried very hard to not show that he was avoiding stepping on the plants. It wasn’t easy given the sheer amount of them. He could not help but enjoy the smell of it. He blamed that distracting bliss on the infestation. Just as Elijah was about to do a flyby to try to find Gamma Burn, he spotted the villain. He had arrived behind Gamma Burn, though he doubted stealth would be his friend with the kind of noise he made just from walking.

Elijah could not explain his hesitation. There was something familiar about Gamma Burn that he could not put his finger on. He chalked it all up to the annoying, buggy hesitation. ”Well, well, well. Gamma Burn! Just what do you think you’re doing?” Elijah put on his big super hero voice. It covered his hesitation, though his slowed movements were doing little to help his situation.

𓆣 ☢ Middle Man ☢ 𓆣

Maybe it was his interviewer’s anxiety that made Elijah’s anxiety worse. He watched Lilian flip through the pages. All the while, Elijah drummed his fingers against his leg. He had always been rather terrible at hiding his nerves. When an actual question was asked, Elijah perked up.

Good. Okay. I can work with this. It could make me come off as more normal if I– His heart sank when Li slapped his forehead. Shit. Now he was just making the poor reporter more nervous! Elijah wanted to shove the entire donut in his mouth and run. He did not do that, of course, but it was a tempting thought. ”Oh– No, don’t worry about it. That question is alright. I just really like to knit and hike and–”

The sound of chaos cut him off. Damn it! Not now, Gamma-Burn! I just had a handle on things! I don’t want to scare this hot guy off!

Elijah did not have time to process that he had called Lilian cute in his brain. He locked eyes with Li, ”I apologize but… well, duty calls. I’ll see you at the office, Falcone.” Elijah nodded to Falcone, then dashed out the door and outside.