Kumbaris

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@King Cosmos@13org@AWACS@BigPapaBelial@Martian

With most of the group opting to go towards Minsk. Amanda had to stop Xaviron from voicing his opinion in the first place. "Xaviron, if you want to say that you want to go to Minsk. I have to stop and override that. I cannot just leave Amanda and Madeleine just like that, so I need you to stay with Amanda in Frankfurt and do the rather mundane job of sifting through the paperwork. So I'm sorry. If you choose to stay in Frankfurt though, then... sorry for interjecting you right there, but I was kinda fearing the worst."

In truth, she legitimately didn't expect to have so many individuals wanting to go with her to Minsk. Sure, it might be fun and all, busting down criminal hideouts and kicking ass, but the job assigned to the Frankfurt team is also very important, finding out the details of the various documents seized, tracking down the paper trail and all that. It might lead to the discovery of something very important in Germany that relates to this Mister X, and why he's funneling all these weapons and whatnot.

That being said. Amanda knew that she needs to rush to the Frankfurt airport at any moment. She has a flight to catch and with that being said. She turned towards the Minsk group and ushers them to the Black Mercedes, the same Black Mercedes that she was driving yesterday. "I hope you packed your bags for a 3 day vacation, because we're going right now."

She hopes that this is just a 3 day vacation, but a part of her is telling that the Minsk job might take a lil bit longer than just 3 days.

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Androids are built to last. They are originally designed to be nigh indestructible due to the nature of their initial duties. An Android, if nothing else, is walking, intelligent, and very dangerous tank for anyone that incurs it's wrath. This is nothing new for Amanda, she knows that, sans magic, she is easily a member of one of the most powerful 'species' on this planet. A creation of humanity that is, assuming no magic, is physically, and in some measures, mentally, superior compared to humans.

She knows this, she noticed it during her early duties as a junior agent within the OMR. How... surprisingly brittle and weak humans are should they not know magic, and to an extent Dwarves, Elves, and the other Humanoids are as well. But that recognition of their common weakness also awakened something within her. A sense of care and empathy that she carefully nurtured and develop, to be a bit crass, it's like seeing a small creature being happy after you've pet them and feed them. It brings an emotional reaction within her Processing Unit that feels... nice.

And it really hurts her when she has to take drastic measures to kill humans should they try to hurt other Human/ Humanoid beings. She didn't show it during that fight against the bikers near that house, but after the dinner. Amanda felt... sad for some reason, no she didn't cry, she can't if she even wanted to, but a part of her laments the death of those bikers. Maybe they would've had a more fruitful life after their deaths. She certainly hoped so at least.

But it also angers her to see people that she cared for, people that she has spent a lot of time being alongside with, die to other creatures' malicious intentions. The pain she felt when she saw Android after Android be forcefully deactivated by the Abomination as the battle rages fills her with rage, a tinge of sadness for sure, but an overwhelming amount of rage. As the Space Battle develops and further develops, Amanda felt her evolution more and more into just some malicious intelligence, plotting about missile trajectories and maneuver corrections for her spaceships, all with the supreme intention of bringing about the demise of the abomination, rather than an intelligent, sapient being.

And it is these two emotions that clashes inside Amanda's Processing Unit as she surveys that wrecked car, she didn't know that their ride towards the OMR office in Minsk had somehow been noticed by Mister X's agents, but the black car that welcomed them as they exit the Airport Gates looked eerily similar to the various vehicles she drove around in official capacity. When these 'agents' bring their luggages into the trunk, they conducted themselves in a manner similar to practically every OMR agent she has encountered. Professional, Courtly, Polite.

But the moment the windows of the black car was rolled down, and two other black vehicles, one in the left and one in the right, rolled down their windows, and what came out were two people carrying some pretty heavy duty Soviet Magic rifles. She knew that they've been set up.

Acting quickly, she forcefully grabbed the wheel of the driver. Effectively crushing his hand, and swerved the car to the left, crashing into the leftward gunman and misfiring his shot. She then shouted out orders for Scarlett to prepare some sort of weapon, while she, her left hand still grabbing the steering wheel and crashing the man's hand, punched the other man's face relentlessly, ensuring he failed to grab his gun, before opening the door, unbuckling his seatbelt, making sure to punch him one more time, and then pushing him out the car.

Scarlett then somehow managed to unfurl a sort of Pistol from her magical pocket thingy, and started shooting the rightside vehicle, keeping them busy, while Faye and Micheal was busy trying to make sure the gunman on the leftside car wouldn't be able to fire his weapon properly. A chaotic whirl of magical portals Faye conjured up and Micheal, practically using his toned body to ensure his aim would consistently be off. Always knocking the gun sideways and punching the gunman.

It's already pretty chaotic. But it was turned to 11 as the Android noticed that the car would be running into a lightpole. Acting quickly, she decided to use her one free hand to punch the driver, her other hand still crushing his other hand, before knocking his head into the steering wheel, taking out the guy for the moment. She then told Faye to blink everyone out of here. But, it seems that in the chaos of the fight. Faye failed to blink Amanda herself to safety.

She somehow managed to keep the car from crashing into the lightpole. But had to jump out of the car as it was quickly heading into a brick wall instead. Tumbling about, the Android managed to regain her footing after a couple seconds in the ground. She surveyed the area, and then somehow managing to find the group, in the sidewalk, with Micheal and Scarlett looking a bit worse for wear, and Faye...

The Android quickly rushed to the group. "Scarlett. I need you to be on overwatch, I'm going to make sure Faye's alright, can you do that?" Not patient enough to hear a 'yes', she then switched to ordering Micheal as well. "Can you and your gods look for the other two vehicles as well? I'm not sure what sort of spells you might have but one that can enhance one's vision would be extremely useful right now."

Both hate and sadness are swirling in Amanda's mind as she quickly tended to Faye. "Hey... Hey Faye, are you alright?" She asked, her voice signaling visible concern as Amanda's hand lightly tapped the Magical Woman's cheeks. "C'mon, don't get knocked out just like that. I know that you're tougher than that."

She hopes for the best, but in case of a worst case situation. She has to go for a beeline straight towards the Minsk office, no matter what.

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@Martian@King Cosmos

The Demonic woman quickly handed over Morgana and Xaviron a bunch of paperwork. "Alright, so, I've just scanned a bunch of these paperwork, and it kinda indicates that there might still be operations within the local region in Frankfurt. We're still not sure of what these operations are, or even if they're even affiliated with Mister X at all. But should you find something, like say, maybe some cult operating in the forests near here, or some individual within the German countryside being some Abomination worshipper or some wacky stuff like that. Just give me a ring okay? I'm personally going to analyze a bunch of boring accounting documents, finding accounting irregularities tend to lead to some interesting discoveries. But that's just me talking."

Madeleine isn't expecting today's work to be particularly rambunctious, unlike most of yesterday, but after the lunchbreak. She does plan on bringing both Morgana and Xaviron to interview that one person that gave Amanda such a hard time fighting against. He seems to be very much uncooperative if the other agents are to be believed. And she believes that Morgana and Xaviron working together might be able to solve things once and for all.

Or it can just turn out into some slow grind where information is eked out inch by inch, bah! No pessimistic thoughts to start the day, she thought to herself. Let's try to get the day off in a good mood, and reserve the madness for later.

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

Bunga was a bit disappointed by Lucretia's decision to not go with her, but well, she still has a mission to do. But, considering Lucretia's decision to not go, and now that she remembers it, she also has a bunch of books that she just bought. Better go and pack her things before things get super inconvenient for Bunga.

The dorms where she arrived in actually look pretty drab in comparison with the other dorms, just some gray plaster walls accented with wood, and also some light tiling on the roofs. It reminds her of the traditional houses of the occident that she sees a lot in illustrations and such, but the moment she entered the inside. Everything suddenly changed.

The interior is completely unlike the exterior of the building. Inside of it, she smells spices, lemongrass, and the smell of cooking as students from the Mughal Empire, Oman, and Persia greeted her. And she did exactly the same. She immediately welcomed the pleasant smell of spices and other nice stuff. In a weird way it reminds her of home, sure the arrangement of the smells feels different, but it's familiar enough to make her feel comfortable. Not wanting to waste any time though, she beelined for her room, and quickly dropped her books once she entered it. Her room consists of some traditional Nusantaran furniture, the typical medley of wooden chairs and tables, the gold accents lining practically everything (even the bed!), and the variety of artwork from the Middle East, India and China. All in all, a small reminder of her familial estate in Palembang.

She wonders how did the powers that be in Bermuda managed to replicate the houses from a variety of cultures (she's been in the dorm rooms of some of her Persian dorm-mates, and it looks stereotypically Persian as well) so well, it feels a bit suspicious, the amount of effort put into everything here. But she's not here to wonder at the amount of effort the organizers of this island put into designing everything here. She has a Vietnamese man to possibly catch up to, and at that point, after a couple minutes of relaxation in her room. She decided to set off to the city once again, sun setting, and the gas lamps lighting up, in search for this mysterious Vietnamese polymath by the name of Le Bang Kieu.

"I wonder what he looks like." Bunga wondered, walking around seemingly aimlessly throughout the city. Since she has no idea who the man is and how he's dressed, her search for this Vietnamese man will take a much more leisurely pace than the rapid speed during her and Lucretia's search for Sukoro Jinga. The fox girl does love the sight of Bermuda as the sun is setting though, the whole city was being painted a warm orange hue as the sun starts going down, her goat eyesight and fox sense of smell reveling in the smell of the ocean and seeing the wonderful sight. Ah. If only she has one of those camera photography devices from the Occident, just what would she do to get one of those things right now...

She needs to talk to some technologist in order to borrow a camera or something, some moments feel too beautiful to not be photographed.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

@Ozzy Cross@Forsythe@RedPandaGamer@Searat

Yoshina should've seen it coming.

She should've told the group to perhaps go farther from the forest. The wild elven threat was still visible and all, but no, the Princess was too distracted with the small wonder of the Elven mage burning away all of his little sticks that she didn't sense the Wild Elves suddenly arriving and holding Thomas, apparently the Privateer's son, hostage. And then forcing everyone to watch a death match between the Privateer and person called Nemnon. She isn't sure who he is, but the way these Yosei talk about him, it seems like that he is their leader.

This would've been humiliating enough for Yoshina if there wasn't an extra bit of precaution these Yosei took on her. They only looked at her muscles and they decided that this woman is too dangerous to be left unattended, and decided to include some very thick ropes around her hands, body, and even legs. The sheer sight of seeing the Sangakuan Princess being bound like that is enough for her to feel immense shame, but the hobbling into the potential deathmatch was yet another pang into her conscience.

She will not leave the forest bound like some Wild Boar some hunters caught. No way, but unfortunately for now, hobbling and trying to keep pace with the group is all she can do. Of course the Elves took away her Naginata, much to her disapproval.

"Ugh. A Sangakuan Princess should not be bound like this." she commented on her predicament. "Shina, why did they tie me up and not you and your animal friend? The bonds on my chest are so tight I can barely breathe, and I can't move much. Ugh, this sucks."

To be honest, this reminded her of the (far too many) times she had been mistaken for someone else and treated like some prisoner or captive, she mentions the oubliette. But there are times where she was just bound by bandits, mistaken as some madwoman due to her dress and thrown into their equivalent of an asylum, being desired by some local noble and getting bound in a mansion as a result, and many, many other weird events during her travels. She always escaped though, much to her relief, and she will escape from this predicament again (or at least she hopes so). But she has no intention being bound like this and seeing Thaddeus die like that.

She would rather take the killing blow for him rather than watch helplessly like this.

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

--Dragonfall--

@13org@Shirly Swad@Medili@Martian

The sudden explosion and the punch from Fei is apparently sufficient to knock the dragon out. The creature staggered for a bit, still intent on devouring the adventurers who had crossed him. His injuries from the Sword Slash, the explosion, and the sudden punch showing in all the right parts. But then his movements became slower, and slower, and slower. Before the Dragon then crashed into the snow covered ground, breathing raggedly despite his prone position, and then breathed his last. Srikandi slowly went forwards, checking the status of the dragon, and the moment she saw the dead eyes staring at her. The Ksatria knew what had been done.

The Dragon's dead, the group has slayed a Dragon. And Srikandi gave the thumbs up to the rest of the group. "I have no idea how you'd managed to do it, but it seems that a Dragon has been slain by our hands. While in any other occasion I would celebrate, I suggest that we cover his corpse with snow and then try to move as fast as we can to the Table. It is best that we reach our destination before more Dragons arrive and probably see the fruits of our labour."

Srikandi then grunted in pain, the pain she felt on her stomach not subsiding at the very least. "I... I can perhaps set up camp here? Don't worry, this won't be the first time I have been camping myself. I do not want to slow you down at all. Just make sure to pick me up once you've seen what's in the great table."

As much as she wanted to see the sights of the Great Table herself, she knew that slowing down the team right here and now would be tantamount to collective suicide.

Oh, and before she forgot.

"You, fairie." She called Dumas. "I was wondering where the other adventurers are, but I did not expect that a fairie would be among the many adventurers seeking what has crashed to the table. What is your name, and what abilities you might possess? My name is Srikandi Nagasari, the Ksatria Naga of Pataliputra. I hope that you would join forces with us in our quest to the table."

The inclusion of the Fairie was honestly quite unexpected, and a bit surprising, while she is in no way familiar with fairies, Srikandi do know one thing about them.

That they are small.

And with that knowledge in hand, the Knight is not sure how to proceed with her next potential inquiry, perhaps when the group comes back Srikandi can ask that question. But right now, an introduction from the Fairie and a showcase of his abilities should be enough to make her satisfied about his joining of the party.

Not that she would exile the fairie should he showed himself to be an incompetent. They're not exactly in a position to choose the best adventurers right now, beggars can't be choosers.

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"I wonder if Galmira would be too weak to carry a whole squad in addition with myself."

@deadpixel101@King Cosmos@DracoLunaris@ShiningSector

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The Rovers are prepped, the crew pretty much ready, Bonnie had been given the Green Light, and Q-T is all set and go for the entire op. Thank goodness the Gravity Harnesses are also brought by her, she has been Almira's lifesaver more than once during her pretty long career in the Navy. And now, with the Dragon Rider Squad also showing up, it seems that everything is all set and go.

Well, with the potential exception of Galmira's consent to bring about more people on her back.

"Hey, Galmira. Are you okay if I bring in more people in with me? It's one thing for me and Q-T to ride on your back, but what about an entire squad? I'll be honest, they kinda came here out of nowhere and started giving the name Dragon-Rider Squad. I think I need to have a chat with Bonnie about the importance of communications or something..."

She'll be honest, she was quite surprised when Garrett and his squad suddenly showed up, Drago-Rider Squad and all, and started asking for orders. she felt like the entire group just suddenly barged in, assuming that she wanted his squad to be present and escort her in the first place. It's a bit weird to be honest.

"Hmm. Well, we'll see. Take the Dragon-Rider squad into my back, with your 'Gravity Harnesses' and all, and we'll see if I can still fly." The Dragoness responded, suddenly transforming back into her bigger form and lying down. "Walk into my wings and then to my back everyone. And we can perhaps rescue this squad before it's too late."

Almira, shocked at the sight of her transformation, was weirdly enough the first person to walk towards the creature, Gravity Harnesses and Megafuna Pacification devices on her thighs and back respectively, before settling on a place near Galmira's neck. Comfortable, the 300 year old woman began issuing orders yet again. "Alright, Q-T, do you wanna come too? If she can lift both of us then Garrett's Squad can come."

She then touched her ear, a communications network was already set up in the minutes leading up to this moment. "Hey, Sumiye. Are you riding in one of those rovers or something? I think you might be interested in the terrain data collected form the Rover's sensors and all, should be useful in calibrating our vehicle's suspension for the terrain ahead. Oh, and Zoe?" She then looked at the crashed ship. "Can you perhaps prepare a small welcoming party for our adventurers? Like set up a room and make it homely and such? I assume that you've cleaned yourself up and set the botanical gardens mostly right by now."

The final moments before an op like this is executed has always been intense, the sheer amount of energy that is about to be spilled is nothing short of atomic. A wellspring of manpower, energy, weapons, and will is about to be unleashed into the direction where Almira wills it, and once everything is ready, she will not hesitate to order the commencement of the op.

Just a few loose ties to be tied up, and everything's set.

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

@Izurich@ERode

The response from Sukoro Jinga didn't necessarily shock Bunga, the man seemed wholly dedicated to his work. His response seems very utilitarian and immediately focused on the meat and potatoes of the situation. Not necessarily a person that has the best social skills (or so she believed), but a person that can get some technologist work done should you have the specifications necessary for him to work on.

In short, his request for Lucy's mechanical assistant for the box with the Starsteel Formulization seemed to work out well enough, both Lucretia and Sukoro seemingly amicable with the trade offer both of them agreed upon. But once Sukoro turned towards herself. She was not at all surprised that Sukoro suggested the one Vietnamese person that is roughly from the same region as her. To be honest, the only other realms she has been on is Tawalisi, which is just Majapahit but a bit more northerly, and The Mughal Empire. She hasn't been on great journeys into Europe or the lands of Abya Yala, and she hasn't even been to countries such as Japan and Zhongguo.

And so, with great reluctance, and sighing for a lil bit, Bunga nodded at Sukoro's suggestion. "Yes, perhaps it is the most logical step in my journey for now. I'll keep in mind whenever I see someone in a very well dressed suit on my travels today." She responded. Before turning towards Lucretia, her interest in Starsteel Formulization now piqued. "Say, Lucy. Why are you interested in Starsteel Formulization anyway? I've always been a stickler for finding out Formulas that are hard to decipher, but Starsteel Formulization, at least from what I've heard with my fellow academics, is a pretty tough nut to crack. Are you perhaps focusing your studies in breaking such defensive formulization?"

"Well, either way. I am more than happy to let you tag along with me to find where this Mr Kieu is currently present at. Perhaps meeting more academics might mean more opportunities to learn about various study methods, and further your general knowledge base on Technologism would it not? I wouldn't force it to you though, since my priorities right now isn't necessarily academic in nature. At least not yet."

Once Lucy gets her box, Bunga will most likely set off, with or without Lucretia, to find Mr Kieu and perhaps socialize with him. She is trained in the art of Schmoozing, as is the case of growing up with merchant parents. And finding out where her countrymen are located in this artificial city would do wonders to lessen the massive culture shock she's been experiencing ever since she stepped out of that boat.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@King Cosmos@13org@AWACS@BigPapaBelial@Martian

The dinner the team ordered was finished in no time. A quick succession of talking, followed by chewing sounds that gave Amanda a tremendous amount of data to be later processed. This is certainly a very interesting experience, while the android is familiar with the concept of eating, and has seen humans eat, she has not seen such a concentrated amount of pleasure visibly emanating from the group. This act of bonding over shared food certainly will make Amanda think more about human nutrition once this mission is over.

And speaking of things being over. The dinner was quickly finished, and Amanda insisted that she should be the one paying for the bills. "Hey, I probably receive a larger paycheck than all of you, it's the least I can do as your team leader." She replied to every attempt made by the group members on paying their own share. "Don't worry about it, pay me back in your performance in this case, okay?"

She quickly bid goodbye to the team after the dinner. Making sure that their trek back home (or hotel) won't be anything too dangerous, walking back herself towards the OMR office, she was already on her way to her sleeping quarters, but turning a corner, she met that Demon Madeleine once again.

"Oh, hey Madeleine. How's that cleanup op going?"

"Oh, Amanda, welcome back! Going as well as it should be. All evidence should be in your office by tomorrow. Say, I also heard that you might be planning a trip to Minsk? Belarus?"

"Oh, yeah! That. The Minsk situation is pretty complicated, but I do think that I need to split the team into two parts. One will handle the situation here in Frankfurt, decipher evidence, catching criminals, do the typical stuff. And I need to take a task force to Minsk. It seems that one of the portals that was used in the Warehouse opened in Minsk, and I intend to follow this trail of breadcrumbs to hell if I have to."

"Well, say hello to the Devil for me should you go to hell. It's been a couple centuries since I myself ventured back down there." Madeleine visibly joked. Both of them chuckling a bit at the implication. "Oh, Amanda, I nearly forgot. Since you will be away in Minsk. Perhaps... I can take temporary charge of your team in Frankfurt should they need a leader of sorts? I take it that you'll have your hands full trying to ensure the safety of your team in Minsk?"

Huh... She's right. Amanda thought. How did I not think of that yet?

"That... would actually be nice Madeleine. Huh, how did I not think of that? I trust that you have a lot of experience dealing with agents right?"

"Obviously Amanda. I have to work with at least some people during my centuries old life, a bunch of hodgepodge agents from all over the world should be nothing for me. I can handle it."

"Well, then I expect you to be present in my office at 10. We'll discuss the situation and I'll then have you take charge of the home team. Would that work?"

"Fantastic. I guess I'll be sleeping right away now. Don't wanna be late to our little meeting now do we?"

"And so will I."

Just as the two of them were about to part ways though. Madeleine asked one final question, a question Amanda's been silently dreading this whole time. "So, where did you go for dinner?"

"Uhh, I think we went to this place called Gaststätte Atschel. The food seems good, but I kinda fear that you might laugh at me for eating at some tourist trap or something."

Madeleine's eyes glowed the moment Amanda mentioned that name. "Oh, on the contrary, that's... a really good first choice Amanda. Nice."

Silently, Amanda felt a wave of relief as Madeleine praised her. Let's hope that Amanda won't be bringing the group into tourist trap restos from this point forward.

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"Wow... I did not expect that there are that many documents being hidden inside that house."

"Do not blame me for that Amanda. I suggest you check up on Mr X and see why he has a bunch of paperwork lying around."

The meeting between Amanda and Madeleine was a huge mess from the start. Not necessarily a mess that strains their relationship, quite the opposite in fact. But a mess that the two of them genuinely did not expect. Amanda woke up, and entered into a room filled with documents of official... stuff, and a confused Madeleine telling her that this is not her fault. "I swear I will kill the clerk who took my orders too literally. When I meant to 'send the important documents to her office first.' I really should've meant the really important ones. Sorry for the mess Amanda."

"Nah, don't worry about it. It just means that the group staying here would have a lot of work to look forward to in the next couple of days. Slaving away to paperwork should be no problem for them, hopefully."

And surely enough, Amanda's Slaves Agents soon arrived. All of them blissfully unaware of the impending paperwork doom that greeted them should they stay.

"Alright. So, Madeleine here will be a temporary replacement for me in the next couple of days, because I will be taking a short flight to Minsk and investigate the stuff Faye uncovered while at that warehouse. Faye, you're coming with me to Minsk okay? I probably need your Fae senses even more now to deduce what their plans in Minsk are. And all the rest of you are free to either stay in Frankfurt, and sift through the evidence uncovered in the house. Or join me in an Adventure in Minsk, don't worry, the boring paperwork stuff won't be there forever. I'm pretty sure that Mr X will be mobilizing resources even more now considering that we've gathered a significant amount of evidence."

"So, make your choice agents." Amanda declared, her tone deliberately boastful, as if they're playing some sort of gameshow. It's the least she can do to lighten up the situation.

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

--The fight begins--

@13org@Shirly Swad@Medili@Martian

The Dragon seemed to scoff when the woman suddenly dropped the very obvious poison, and the Golem seemingly quietly casting out a bunch of spells. He wasn't so sure what those spells are, but it seems that these spells might hinder his movement for a bit. His pride would be his undoing however, as he slowly sniffed out the poison. Confident of his body's ability to take it, but then suddenly, as if from nowhere, he started feeling a bit woozy.

Is the poison powerful enough to make him woozy? Impossible! No sane human would be able to bring such a concentrated dose! Even still, the dragon's movement started becoming erratic. And then the sudden attack from Fei. Which knocked him down, face planting his face towards the Snow covered ground, alright, it looks like it's enough playtime for now.

Going back up with a sudden roar. He swipes his tail, easily knocking Fei's legs off balance before the tail swings again, firmly planting him into the side of the mountain pass. The mountainous rocky walls forming the shape of a human as Fei's impact left a significant dent. And then he proceeded to power up his breath, a powerful concoction of mana and electricity, while also swinging his two forward talons towards the adventurer group.

The fairy didn't even bother him, and his offers for payment was swiftly ignored by the dragon. Which unleashed a powerful breath of mana and electricity towards the group.

Which was quickly met by an invisible wall. A wall Anki quickly activated once she knew of the Dragon's intent.

"A wall of Yggdrasil, smart. But I've seen mages cast similar spells, it won't block me." He commented, before quickly bearing his full weight into the wall, significantly straining it, and it would've broken, had the Dragon barely noticed a certain Dark skinned woman exiting from it's walls. Barely out of the Dragon's peripheral vision.

A certain Ksatria Naga is barreling towards him, and vanished just as quickly as she appeared on his vision.

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Srikandi had told Anki to activate the spell, an order Anki quickly obliged, and using her strong form. She ran straight towards the dragon as the thorns suddenly restricted the movement of the dragon.

It worked, worked way better than Srikandi had hoped. And she uses her experience to swiftly enter the Dragon's underside, before tearing apart the dragon's exposed underbelly. Taring doing good work as gashes were opened up all across the belly of the dragon. Srikandi would've killed the dragon outright if it wasn't for a talon that she didn't notice suddenly impacting her stomach. Strong enough to make her lose air (as well as cough blood), the talon quickly slammed towards Srikandi, throwing her away back towards the group. The dark skinned knight is okay, but she felt that something inside of her was broken, and not fixable in any practical amount of time.

But the damage was done. The Dragon was hurt, and was visibly bleeding, the sword-smiths that made Taring would've been proud of it's toughness, but Srikandi doesn't have time to ruminate on that, as the wounded dragon is quickly becoming even angrier at the group. Screaming in pain, before unleashing yet another wave of strikes hitting the magical shield the Scion of Gaea have set up. Not enough to break it, but more than enough for Srikandi to get nervous. Even a young dragon can nearly overwhelm such a powerful spellcaster. And so she has to think fast.

Thank goodness the potion from Catherine seemed to work wonders though, as his lethargy was quickly showing, the strikes of the Yellow Dragon, while powerful, is pretty erratic and not as impactful as it should be. The group would've been domed up in a rock wall if it weren't for Catherine's immediate actions when the dragon arrived.

Nonetheless, this is a situation that warrants alarm.

"Anyone here got any ideas on how to kill him?" Srikandi asked. Before coughing up yet even more blood. "I'm... not available to act at the moment, but the dragon is probably at his weakest right now. I... need some ideas." She stared at Catherine, Anki, and the new arrival that is Dumas. Fei's probably doing some martial arts strikes towards the Dragon right now, but in all honesty. She's confident that he won't land the killing blow.

So who will?

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

@Izurich@ERode

Wow. Bunga was particularly entranced by the look of the botanical gardens when they entered. And when Sukoro Jinga was visible. Her interest was even more piqued by the flower the man was studying. A Rafflesia Arnoldii? Here? Bermuda really is some center for innovation isn't it? She personally has seen the flower herself, took some heavy trekking across the Sumatran Jungle, and a few encounters with wild beasts that she easily shooed off once her strength was shown towards the animal. But damn, even the scientists at the University back home struggle to make a Rafflesia bloom inside the local municipal greenhouse, and this Sukoro guy here is studying the flower with little to no effort.

Amazing. Absolutely amazing, the flower of course, but no doubt the fact that this flower is a sight to be seen at all here. She thought to herself. Visibly seeing the flower, the rotting smell of this infamous corpse flower not bothering her at all. The 18 year old busy looking at Sukoro Jinga studying the flower, she herself is an Egoist, but the woman can appreciate a scientist doing his work with passion, even in a subject she has little to no experience personally.

Now that she thought of it, does the University she studied in even have a Technologic studies branch?

The sudden questioning from the German Technologist kicked her off from her daze. As the sudden and aggressive queries from Lucretia stunned her, she knew that Lucretia had a... peculiar way of asking questions, but darn girl. You can stand to be a bit polite perhaps?

"Umm, Lucretia? Perhaps asking Sukoro Jinga such a direct question would not be uhh, productive." Bunga commented on her. "You might anger him y'know? Maybe you can ask him politely. Asking nicely has a tendency to yield better results, at least that's my assessment on the matter."

Of course. Being an Oriental herself, she profusely apologized for Lucretia's perceived rudeness. Asking such a direct question even in her culture would be a death kneel for someone's reputation no matter who they are. "Gomenasai Sukoro-San." Bunga apologized. "But I think that this German woman may not understand Oriental manners. Perhaps we can start over yes? My name is Bunga Kurniawan and she is Lucretia von Konigsmahne. I was wondering if you can perhaps spare this petite German woman here a box with Starsteel Formulization locked into it? She seems to be very interested, and perhaps do you know of any other Nusantarans in this great city? I have been hard pressed trying to find my fellow countrymen, but I just can't seem to find anyone but myself hailing from the Archipelago where I live. Do you perhaps know of some Nusantarans yourself?"

There is a risk she might anger Lucretia for interjecting her this way, but if she gets the Starsteel formulized box and she gets to know where her countrymen are. Then this might be worth it. At least she hopes it will be.

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

A pilot's acceptable, but maybe we can talk this further on the discord server.

Here's the link.
discord.gg/NMsYCtdk

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Is this thread still accepting new characters? I am very much interested in joining up if there is room still available.

@ShiningSector

We are! Do you know what character you might be interested in?