Kumbaris

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@AWACS@13org@BigPapaBelial

Amanda’s face must be sweating something fierce right now if she was a human. After making sure that Scarlet and Mikey have locked down their area, Amanda made sure that her sneaking didn't alert any potential enemies. Making sure that her steps are light, her eyes are looking all over the place, and her hand gripping her suitcase as hard as possible. Making sure that she does not lose her melee option should the need require.

Walking out of the forest, making sure to keep her presence as small as possible. She searched the local area, a bit more rural than the city proper. The female Android noticed a vehicle being parked, she didn't have to say anything more, just one short look at it and she knew this vehicle would take them to the office fast.

Breaking the windows, Amanda quickly got to work. Using her own internal electric circuits to jump-start the vehicle. Car on hand, Amanda sighed a little, making a mental note to repay the stranger who ‘lent’ her the car in some manner.

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A group of operators approached the forest. Not minding the sleepy gas attendant. They quickly approached the forest where the magicians were last seen. All of them looked professional, able to react in an instant to a sudden threat.

These are no ordinary thugs, they’re trained operators, pretty much designed to kill a designated target quickly and efficiently. Nobody knows if they’re PMC, Former Soldiers turned rogue, or perhaps everything in-between, but just a casual look at their movements, the squad leaders’ hand signs and deliberate steps. A high level of training pretty much oozes out of them.

2 of them approached the group, not knowing where they were specifically, but definitely staking out the scene, while another 2 operatives, 2 on the left and 2 on the right, approached from the flanks. Their Soviet Era assault rifles and the various modifications made to them making deadly weapons to anyone that knows how to use it.

It appears that Scarlet and Mikey would have to ensure the safety of Faye for the moment, in the face of such odds.

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@Martian@King Cosmos

Madeleine isn’t necessarily a person known to be able to blend in. Her visual appearances aside, she has lived some 500 odd years, and some manner of ancient speech patterns does tend to bleed out into her speech from time to time. She is aware of this, and sometimes she tries to curtail that behavior lest she risked not being understood by her colleagues, but sometimes, on a few nights when she drank too much. Her old speech patterns usually come out.

And while she doesn’t usually remember it, her colleagues usually made sure to remind her of how… crass she was when she’s on the bottle. Making swear words and acting significantly more wild than her typical, restrained self. They’d also made remarks about how sometimes she breaks into long speeches in some unrecognizable language, they think it is German. But it is quite unlike any German language she’d ever heard.

So it came much to her surprise when she encountered that same German, the German that she learned from her youth, the same German she saw the Kings and Queens of those old kingdoms from the 16th and 17th century make declarations, talk, and socialize with. On an Email chain out of all places.

And the contents are not pretty.

Discussions about Human Sacrifices, transactions from Mr Friedrich’s personal bank accounts to a series of bank accounts in multiple countries for some unknown purpose, discussions between ‘the lodge’ and himself, most typically with the lodge making threatening remarks about how his parents and grandparents will be cursed, tortured, or even worse should he resist, mentions about other people he socializes with. And finally, a long rambling madness of a letter, touched many times with expletives and curse words Madeleine didn’t even think one would use nowadays, abruptly ending with no response whatsoever from the lodge, or anyone really. "Well, so apparently this lodge speaks in Medieval German, or whatever the scholars call that German anyway." Madeleine remarked, mulling a bit over her newly discovered findings.

All in all. Quite an enlightening read.

The conversation with this ‘lodge’ also yielded a very important detail. She noted a particular address during one of their Email chains, perhaps the location where this ‘lodge’ is located? Hmm, intriguing.

She was about to wrap up the investigation. Perhaps go to the lodge with Xaviron and Morgana. But just as she folded the laptop up, right at the edge of her eyesight, a piece of paper, with a peculiar seal stamped on it, opened. Curiosity overtaking her. She grabbed the letter and… well, she was very much surprised.

Mr Raimund

Do not bother us anymore, I have had it with your constant visits in our Newcastle manor. I will never confirm nor deny our involvement in whatever witchcraft you might suspect I am in, but I can assure you that any spell patterns we may have sold to our clients are completely and totally inert and harmless.

I suggest you take this up to the overly smart people in the OMR office in Frankfurt, surely they may have a solution to your problem.

With much casternation.

Angelica Faith.

“Uhh, Morgana.” Madeleine summoned the English witch. “You may want to read this.” She handed the letter over to her. “Once you’re finished, I think we’re ready to go further, we have enough evidence to potentially wrap Friedrich Raimund’s case up. Strangely enough.”

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@Martian@King Cosmos

“Mein Gott.”

Madeleine Disir is a very old woman, she admitted it herself, she has seen the start and end of many a conflict during her long life. She has seen the rise of Prussia, World War 1, the rise and fall of Nazism, and the fall of the Berlin Wall. She knows just to what depths Humanity (and Humanoids) are capable of when sufficient desperation and resources are fed to them. She has seen the best and the worst of them. From eloquent arguments and artistry, to the worst of war-crimes and brutality.

And yet, she didn’t expect such carnage when the group entered the Penthouse of Friedrich. It is not unusual that there is such carnage, but what makes this especially… unique for Madeleine is the fact that this carnage happened in these times. In 1995 out of all times to happen.

Blood splatters are everywhere, seemingly drawn up to look like runes but Madeleine couldn’t figure out what runes they are from. Candles arranged in a circle and what looks like a Satanic star in the centre, destroyed furniture, visible claw marks being seen in all the pieces of furniture, and perhaps, most importantly, a computer that doesn’t seem to be much touched at all.

She noticed a lot of stuff for Morgana to study on. Even more runes to dissect, some satanic ritualistic magic stuff to be analyzed, and she thinks that the shelf over there would be very useful assuming Morgana needs a source for where these spells originate from. For Xaviron, Madeleine plans on assigning him on covering the Claw-Marks, this could be just some random act of violence, but she believes Xaviron, being Canadian and all, would prolly figure out if this was some cryptid or something, and she herself will study the computer.

Honestly? This scene doesn’t seem to be connected to Mr X, or whoever’s in that lodge at all. Seems haphazard by the looks of it. Or perhaps, that is the purpose? Make it seem haphazard to screw up investigations of this certain Friedrich Raimund?

Only one way to find out.

“Xaviron. Can you investigate those claw marks? It seems like some cryptid or beast is probably responsible for such things, I don’t know how or why there’s such a beast in this penthouse, but I want you to investigate it, report to me of your findings.”

“Morgana. I know what you want, and you’re gonna get it. Can you investigate all of these runes? They look like a mixture of English spellcraft combined with magecraft from various cultures. Can you find out what they’re for? Perhaps some binding ritual for the tattoo? The drawings of an increasingly erratic Friedrich? And also, what about that Satanic ritual doing over there? Seems disconnected from everything really. Can you figure that out as well?”

“I’ll personally trawl the computer over there, figure out what’s happening.”

“Oh, and also.” She brought over a box, opened it, and put a piece of latex material over her hands. Handing the box over to both Xaviron and Morgana respectively. “You might wanna handle this scene with care. Police might also be investigating the site as well, so keep it sterile ok?”

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

"I really don't like where this is going"

@ShiningSector@DracoLunaris@13org

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Galmira looked at the Alchemist woman. Her eyes not paving away from her one bit as she explained how the group managed to kill the dragon, she explained how they have to kill the dragon in self defense, how she thinks it would be a waste to let the dragon rot in the wild and be prey to vultures, and how the young dragon is demanding payment because they’re ‘trespassing’ his territory.

In the end of it all. Galmira could only conjure up a sigh and looked at the Dragon Knight of Pataliputra. “You, Dragonborn.” She called her. “It seems that this alchemist in your party is particularly incompetent when it comes to the art of conversation. Nonetheless, you have defeated this young dragon in honorable combat. In line with the Dragon's Code, I won't kill you for slaying one of our own.”

She then turned towards Catherine. A visible look of disdain coming from her as she sees the vials storing a variety of Dragon body parts, like some trinkets in a shop. “Next time, treat a corpse with respect. He might be in the wrong, but that is no reason for you to loot his body like that.” Finishing her sentence, she went back towards Almira’s group, addressing a much concerned Almira and her team.

“Do not worry Almira. It is part of the Dragon’s Code that a Dragon fighting a human must win, yield when all evidence points to the dragon's defeat, or die in Honorable combat, should any lesser creature use treachery and deceit to kill the Dragon. Then it is the duty of all dragons to hunt down the individual. This group of particular adventurers did kill the Dragon in honorable combat. And as such, has the rights to the Dragon’s body.”

“Although if you want my opinion. You might want to ensure that the Alchemist over there.” She pointed her hand towards Catherine. “Does not gain access to your wares and tinker with it. Only the two gods know what she’ll do if she were to know what you people are truly capable of, and they do not approve of it.”

With that being said. Galmira went back towards Almira's group, sitting down in a lotus position and squarely observed the potential interaction between the two teams.

“Uhh, alright then.” Almira replied after the fact, now totally unsure where to continue. “All of you over there. Would you like to uhh, introduce yourselves perhaps?” She said in Pataliputran. “My name is Almira Gunnarsson Budiman, and I am the… leader of this team of mine. Who are you?”

The Captain then turned towards Q-T shortly after introducing herself asking her yet another question. "ETA on the translator arriving here? We need that thing ASAP now that discussions are about to start."

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--Introductions--

@Shirly Swad@Medili@Martian

For a good little while. All Srikandi could do is just wait anxiously as Catherine make a not too convincing argument on her part, all she could do is just wait as the Dragoness would blast all of her teammates into oblivion.

And then Galmira addressed herself.

“You, Dragonborn. It seems that this alchemist in your party is particularly incompetent when it comes to the art of conversation. Nonetheless, you have defeated this young dragon in honorable combat. In line with the Dragon's Code, I won't kill you for slaying one of our own.”

The Ksatria visibly sighed as Galmira walked back towards the group she unloaded, learning something new about Draconic conduct concerning combat was not how she thinks this day would be, but she doesn't seem to mind it either way. The woman noticed that Galmira is talking with the other adventurer party, seemingly a little back on forth by the looks of it. In the end, the woman wearing the big hat and the coat. Seemingly the leader of the group, introduced herself and asked the rest of Srikandi’s group to do the same.

Turning towards the team. Srikandi conveyed what the woman said. “Alright alright. So that woman with the white clothes wants us to introduce ourselves, perhaps to break the tension of the situation and make all of us on favourable terms with each other. So who wants to introduce themselves? I’ll translate whatever you say into Pataliputran in case she doesn’t understand."

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@Martian@King Cosmos

“Mind controlled by a spell of English origin… Most peculiar indeed.” Madeleine commented. “So a sort of slave spell? Hmm, I might need further information on this one.”

Turning towards Xaviron. Madeleine also nodded with Xaviron’s assessment. “Indeed. It wouldn’t make sense for some bewitched man to just go out of his way on some suicide attack. Unless… What if it wasn’t an attack? Perhaps more like… some spell gone wrong? A man waking up on the wrong side of the bed? Or perhaps a cry for help from someone on the inside? Getting a bit too caught up in Mr X’s plot that he/she wants out?”

She then walked towards the police officers. Now taking pictures of the body alongside the OMR agents. “Excuse me, but do you know who this man is?”

“Oh, him? Yeah. We know. Friedrich Raimund.” One of the officers replied. “He works in some big bank in downtown Frankfurt. Was responsible for the bank’s German and Dutch operations.”

“Does he have a criminal history before this?”

Both officers shake their heads. “No, not really. In fact, we just got the call on an apparent shooter in his penthouse just this morning, acting all crazy and stuff. When we arrived, he immediately got into his car. A couple minutes of chasing later, and, well, here we are.”

“Is this your first time encountering him?”

“Well, uhh, yeah.”

“Then how did you know his name?”

“Oh, well. Because the caller mentioned his name when he called emergency services. We did a little back and forth with the Police HQ after he died.”

“Hmmm…”

So a person imbued with a slave spell, suddenly starting to shoot up the place, has no criminal history, and is pretty well known in the banking world. Madeleine has several theories, but before going forward, she has to do something first.

“Gentlemen.” She greeted the Police Officers again. “Are you okay if we go to mister Friedrich’s apartment and search the place up? This reeks of some sort of magical crime, and I would be grateful if the police were to let us OMR types to search the place.”

“Oh, oh yeah. Just go ahead. I already called the chief and he permitted it. Just drive to the apt and give your credentials. Here.” One of the officers pulled out a piece of paper and started writing on it. “The address.”

She grabbed the piece of paper while thanking them. Returning to Morgana and Xaviron. Good news in hand. “Alright, so do you want to come with me for a little adventure in some rich man’s penthouse, or do you want to go do some paperwork again? Your choice really.”

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@AWACS@13org@BigPapaBelial

Amanda knows what Scarlett is saying. She knows those two areas are death traps should they attempt to march through there, but Scarlett’s suggestion to hunker down sounds like a potential death wish too. Holding down the fort and calling for help, not really sure if the potential mole has heard of the distress call, is a good way to get even more bad guys onto you.

But Scarlett’s suggestion gave Amanda an idea. And it might just be crazy enough to work, Amanda is no stranger to crazy plans, being one of the few androids that managed to survive the assault against the Abomination after all.

“Yeah. Scarlett, let’s go to the gas station.” Amanda agreed. “You and Mikey hold up in the forest and tend to Faye, while I’ll try and search for a car, are you ok with that? I don’t wanna tip off the potential mole inside the Minsk office of our presence, so I don’t wanna make any calls to that office just yet.”

Her plan is brutally simple. Procure a car, make a beeline to the Minsk office, and then hope that the chaos from their chase and firefight is sufficient to make the Minsk office unable to ignore their plight for any longer. The potential mole would find it impossible to delay aid any longer, since the whole office would be on high alert.

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

"Wait, what's Galmira doing? Oh shit oh fuck!"

@ShiningSector@DracoLunaris

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Galmira looked at the group, analyzing intently on everything the adventurer party has in store. Of particular note however, was the dead dragon that a certain woman seemed to have looted it’s corpse from.

The dragoness transformed herself back into her human form, and stared at Catherine for a very long time. All the while Almira slowly noticed the sudden interest Galmira had towards a certain woman from the adventurer’s party. “Galmira?”

The dragoness didn’t respond. And she decided to only walk towards Catherine. All the while Almira could only freeze at the implication of Galmira burning all of these adventurer’s to the ground. “Galmira. We have megafauna pacification devices, you know?” Almira tried warning her. “Don’t do this Galmira. Please…”

She signaled her team to prepare the devices. “Make sure she doesn’t hurt anyone in case she tries something.” She ordered in English towards the rest of her team. While also slowly prepping her CQC stance in case shit hits the fan.

The Dragoness approached Catherine eventually though, Almira not really willing to take any sudden action in case of some bad reaction from the adventurer’s party, and the Dragoness opened her mouth.

“Did he die fighting?” She simply asked. “Did you defeat this Dragon in Combat?”

Galmira’s expression was dead serious when she asked that question, she gave no indication about any emotions other than intensity. “Answer truthfully. Your very lives depend on it.”

While Galmira spoke. Almira quietly requested Q-T to record and transcribe the language she’s speaking into the Universal translator. She is speaking an entirely different language now. Seems like a mixture of French, German, English and Russian by the sound of it. But she’s not sure. “Q-T, what did the translator say?” Almira whispered on her comms. “Did the translator manage to make things out?”

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--A tense standoff--

@13org@Shirly Swad@Medili@Martian

Srikandi was nervous about the whole issue. And the question that this Dragoness posed towards Catherine, she has a sinking feeling that Catherine might screw up. And everyone will get roasted by the potentially angry dragoness.

Still, she fears interrupting the question might result in an even worse result for everyone. And with that in mind, she stares at Catherine, hoping that her eye movement and facial expression should be enough for Catherine to make the right decision.

C’mon Catherine. Don’t lie to the Dragoness, please please please… The last thing we need is a lie and a provocation right now.

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

"Daughter. Just what are you doing?"

Bunga turned her head towards her mother. A veritable giant compared to her very small form. A petite human being with purple hair standing right next to someone much bigger than her, and the giant's smile warms Bunga's heart so much. Despite her size, despite her intimidating posture, she treats her daughter like how a mother should treat daughters.

Bunga remembered that question after she went back home crying. She was a bit of a brat during her schooldays, always getting into trouble with the other kids from school, and always highly insecure of herself. She doesn’t yet know what she wanted to do, and her mother most likely just finished a conversation with the school superintendent about today’s incident.

“I… I”

“Really Bunga, why did you hit that man? He was just asking a question about where you are living. You have no reason to hit him.”

“But, but. He’s always pestering me mom! He makes fun of my hair! He makes fun of my skin too! He says my skin looks like poop!”

Her mother sighs, putting her hands on her forehead. “That is still no reason to hit a man Bunga. You should tell your teacher that the boy was bullying you. Do you remember what I told you on the first day of school?”

Her mother went and grabbed some tissues, putting it on her cheeks, cleaning off her tears. The blackened eye from the little fight she had with the boy became even more visible. She had given the boy a good beating, but the boy also didn’t leave Bunga unscathed.

“That violence is the last resort mom.”

“Yes Bunga. Now, I’m going to meet with Rangga’s mom tomorrow, and I want you to come with me okay? I also want you to say sorry and promise not to fight again, understood?”

“Yes mom.”

Bunga went to her room afterwards, wanting to spend her time playing with toys and reading books for the rest of the day.

She never had a problem with the boy again after that. The glare her mom gave to the boy, and the presumed scolding the boy’s mom gave to him also seemed to shut him up. Perhaps not everything is solved with fighting after all.

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“So this is why we united father?”

“Yes Bunga. We united in response to the threats the Occidents posed to the archipelago, and have been united ever since.”

Her father was taking her to a local museum in Palembang. Bunga’s eyes seemed to sparkle at the various exhibitions the museum had set up, a collection of tapestries, artifacts, and objects all before Bunga’s time. The theme of the day being ‘Unification.’

As she was highly interested in almost everything, and being the curious woman she was. Bunga turned towards the figure beside her. Unlike her mother, her father carries an air of dignity and grace, much more formal clothes, and much more bespoke mannerisms fit for a wealthy spice merchant. “Daddy. I wanna ask, how did Palembang unify with the rest of the islands? Why did the Sultan of Palembang give power to the people of Majapahit? Wasn’t the Majapahit empire in decline daddy?”

Her father smiled, crouching down to her, ever the shrewd businessman, he sensed an opportunity for her. “Well Bunga. I can explain it to you, but perhaps you can search for the answers yourself? The exhibit showcases how the unification process was done. Perhaps you can learn how we unify in the museum better than I can.”

Bunga simply nodded and started exploring the exhibitions herself. Returning to her father not long after, smiling widely.

“It’s because the populace of the sultanate pressured the Sultan to unite with the Majapahitans, in exchange for local autonomy and elections right?”

Her father nodded. “Correct dear child. And what is the message we should take from this exhibit?”

“That United we are strong, and divided we’re weak!”

Her father beamed, clearly happy at Bunga’s answer. “Good girl. Now, do you want some Kapau Rice? It’s almost lunchtime right?”

“What?!? We’re going for Kapau Rice Daddy?”

“Of course sweetheart. Take it as… a reward for learning something about our Unification.”

Bunga can’t wait to taste the rice dish after that.

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“Bunga?”

Her mother and her father could only react with shocked faces as they saw her daughter arrive. Her servants reacted with shock as well.

Bunga had been working late at night in the lab. Busy studying and calculating the Formulae of nature (as usual), and she had been so busy that she didn’t realize the time. By the time she did go home. It was incredibly late at night, so she just took a quick shower and went to bed.

“What's wrong mom? dad?” Bunga responded, stretching her arms upwards. She looked at the dishes at the table and turned her head back towards her parents. “Are we having breakfast laksa as usual again?”

“Bunga… look at the mirror.” Her father suggested. “Hurry, look.”

Not really taking their surprise seriously. Bunga walked, drowsily, into the mirror.

And the house visibly shook as Bunga screamed.

It took a whole day of familial effort to make sure Bunga calmed down. But she has still not settled with her newfound appendages in her head, and particularly on her butt.

The woman still couldn’t believe that those experiments she did all those years ago were a success, the certain fluffy appendage on her butt does feel nice to the touch though, silver linings… silver linings.

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Bunga hugged her mother, both hers and her mothers’ eyes tearful as Bunga is preparing for her journey towards the city of Bermuda. It all happened so suddenly too, after her discovery of temporary replication of animal formulae, Bunga had been recruited into the ranks of the Ministry, and then her secret assignment with the BPN as well.

Her parents didn’t expect their child would be such a major figure within the Polymath community, and they certainly didn’t expect that their child would be going to Bermuda out of all places.

“Mom, Dad. I love you okay?” She said, interrupting her sentence with the occasional tear. “I promise I’m going to buy you all the stuff you want from the Occident okay!”

“Oh, don’t do that Bunga. Just focus on your studies and do well okay.” Her mother responded, shedding many tears as well. “We’re going to keep your room in our house here prim and proper you hear? Should you need a place to go back to, just give us a telegram and we’ll make sure you’ll be taken care of, okay?”

Her father could simply nod along with her mother. “Good luck Bunga. I hope that your contributions to the fields of formulas will be renowned to the world. Go get 'em!!”

She didn’t remember much, but she felt the sadness of leaving her family, the transfer to the bigger ship, and then arrival in Bermuda.

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Bunga shuffled in her bed, her eyes still closed as she smiled yet again, her hair was frazzled, and her fox ears twitched occasionally.

“Aaahhhh no. I don’t want the big lolipop daddy. Nooooooo…” She mumbled. “Ah. No, not my ears. Aaahhhhh."

Her sleep is long and comfortable.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@Martian@King Cosmos

This is looking like a normal day at the office for this one Madeleine Disir. She was looking at the paperwork assigned to her. Nothing out of the ordinary, just orders of weapons, and the groups these weapons are being delivered to, all of these groups the OMR know about and practically all of these groups the OMR has some sort of investigation on.

Just as this search was about to turn fruitless though. Something caught Madeleine's eye. A throw-away line, but a line that brought about a wave of uncertainty from her.

"Bring about the end we sought to bring. The lodge in the forest shall guide the way."

She might not know about the lodge in the forest, but bringing about the end. That is one line she is deeply familiar about. This was the line used by the various cults in Europe during the last couple of years when the Abomination was about to make Earthfall. A veritable line that distinguishes the various people that has been brainwashed by the Abomination. They are essentially the Abomination's emissaries. Conducting numerous terrorist attacks, mass suicides, and all other manner of gruesome things that has kept the OMR in Europe on edge.

From what she reasoned, this lodge in the forest seems like a great place for a cult. Thing is... there's a lot of forests in Germany. Assuming this cult is even located in Germany.

And she's not sure where to start.

"Hey Morgana? Xaviron?" Madeleine summoned the two. "Are you aware of any potential cults in-"

Morgana didn't even managed to finish that sentence when a crashing sound was visibly heard. Capturing everyone's attention. Madeleine quickly wandered off to the nearest window, and she saw a crashed car. It seems to have crashed at the front gates of the OMR office, with two police cars approaching the vehicle.

A black BMW by the looks of it. And from the smoking wreck of the vehicle, out comes a man. Wearing nothing but a t-shirt and shorts. And wielding two pistols. Shooting erratically at the police officers. "Xaviron! Morgana!" Madeleine called the both of them. "Hostiles at the gates of the facility! I'm going to check out the situation. But if you want to accompany me, then I need your help right now!"

Once the group reaches the front of the facility. A small group of agents were also present there, some of them wielding wands and staffs, and some of them wielding pistols as well. Madeleine can see some visible marks all across the person. Magical tattoos by the looks of it, unknown design as well.

"Morgana?" Madeleine summoned. "Do you know what those tattoo patterns look like? It seems to be some sort of enhancement. Although I'm not sure if he's-"

And yet again. Madeleine's inquiry was thrown out as the man suddenly charged at the police officers. Who proceeded to fire their guns at their assailant. The OMR agents promptly doing the same. His rampage seemed to come to an end after that, as the man suddenly dropped. Bullets riddling his body.

As agents and Police Officers slowly closed in (Madeleine included), the Demoness managed to get a closer detail of what these tattoos look like. "Uhh Morgana? You might wanna see this."

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@AWACS@13org@BigPapaBelial

Amanda was way, way too busy watching the situation and making sure everyone's safe to respond to Micheal. But the one thing she did, just as she looked at Faye's condition. Is to rummage around her stomach and bringing an Ice Packet, putting it on Faye's head. "That should cool her down." Amanda talked to herself. Before she pulls some duct tape, from the same place she has her ice packet on, and taped the ice packet on Faye's forehead.

This seems like a typical case of mana overcharge. Amanda reasoned. Not fatal, but definitely would need to bring her to the office for further treatment.

She then looked again. Trying to triangulate the group's position, some local landmarks should be enough for her database to figure out where the group's located, and from there, a dash to the OMR office is most recommended. It took a while, but it seems that the group's quite a ways away from the OMR office. They are 10km's east of where they should be, and they have to go west ASAP.

"Alright, listen up!" She said. Her voice quite a bit more tense than usual. "We have to bring Faye to the OMR office. She seems to have suffered from Mana Overcharge, and while that ain't fatal. She wouldn't be with us for a while, so check your surroundings. We move NOW!"

"Scarlett." Amanda yelled. Grabbing amanda and carrying her on her back. "Take point. We need to go west, 10 clicks from here. We can go to that underpass, or through that alleyway, both seemed like a bad proposition. But We have to push through regardless. Make your choice. I'll try to back up as best I can, but I don't think I can be much use bringing Faye with me right now. If you see a building with a shield logo and some Magic wands on it, let me know. That's the Minsk office."

"Micheal. Can you and your gods do something for protection? Some sort of chanting or something?"

She proceeded to unlock the sealing codes for her forearm guns. And also kicked the briefcase holding her axe to the ground. Making it float, some magical spell being activated by the robotic woman's kick. "Alright. Tracking mode active for the briefcase. Let's move, now!"

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

@Liotrent

Bunga tried wandering around. Trying to find this elusive Le Bang Kieu person, silently wandering what kind of clothing he might wear. She knew that the Vietnamese that visited Palembang usually wear flowy clothing, long dresses, silk pants and shirts, and of course, a general shock when they noticed the showcase of skin all around them when they encounter the locals.

The amount of comments she received from Chinese and Vietnamese regarding the amount of exposed skin she has is too many to count.

She didn't worry about it too much though. If experience had told her something, the Vietnamese and Chinese people she encountered got used to it by a couple of days. Assuming Le had the same... predispositions regarding modesty that is.

As the sun's setting, and as her search becomes more and more fruitless, her spirit visibly waned. It's one thing to search for someone for hours on end, but it's a whole 'nother thing to literally find no clues regarding where Le Bang Kieu is during all the hours she spent searching. It's almost like she was searching for a ghost, literally everyone she talked to didn't know where the Vietnamese man is, and sometimes, didn't even know who Le Bang Kieu even was.

Feeling a bit dejected. Bunga wandered a little bit aimlessly, now just wanting to get dinner or something. But then someone caught her eye, a man, looking just as dejected as herself, his face pale, his movements slow, seemingly wandering aimlessly as well.

Perhaps a kindred soul? She has to get close to him to find out.

"Excuse me?" She greeted the man, after closing the gap. "But are you okay? Do you need help?"

"Ah, sorry for the suddenness of this, but your face looks very pale, and I thought that you might be a bit depressed or something. I'm Bunga Kurniawan, an Egoist."

She hoped that she didn't freak him out or something. Her day just started off on a rather high note, and she wanted to end today on a high note as well.

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

@Stitches

I'm open. But are you ok if I assign you to the Sci-Fi faction? I kinda want a balance between the Sci-Fi and Fantasy side.

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

"Well, looks like this Dragon Rider Squad thing is a go then!"

@ShiningSector@DracoLunaris@King Cosmos

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"Really?" Almira responded to Garrett's reply. She was kinda sure that she didn't request any type of escort. But, summoning Bonnie, and then hearing her clarification. The Captain quickly relented. "Ah, oh well, sorry for being a bit rude. I didn't expect that Bonnie were to request an escort for me."

She didn't have much time to look into the finer details of how her subordinates interpret her orders. But decided to go with the group consensus and brought Garrett and the rest. Fortunately Galmira responded with a shrug, and when pressed, she said that the weight on her back is 'not a problem', so that's good.

Just one little thing though.

"Sumiye. While you're fixing the ship and all that, can you inform me on that little Chang'e project thing and the feasibility of it? This would has particular properties that might potentially make such an effort possible, and I want your input on what's required in order to float the ship again. Hopefully we can use this world's uhh, magic for our uses."

"Alright then. Galmira, I trust your instincts. So don't be going all wild and everything with us in your back."

Galmira didn't so much as responded. She just took off, the sudden force exerted forced Almira's hand to grip tightly into whatever she can grip on her backside. Just some spiny scales by the looks of it, very very flimsy, but strong enough that her genetically enhanced hand kept her in place. She looked at her back and the rest of her crew were not looking all that much better. Practically everyone was hanging on for dear life as the Dragon made it's way into the area of the commotion.

Alright, I need to design some sort of saddle if I want to ride a dragon again. This is crazy!

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--Continuing towards the Table--

@13org@Shirly Swad@Medili@Martian

If there's one particular adventurer that she knows who to rely on. It will always be the Princess of Oberia, Khaltesh Anki. Her wounds are healed to such an extent that she can walk again. And her body's strength has also been somewhat restored, not enough to perhaps wound/ kill another dragon perhaps. But if some Kobolds are in their way, then she should be able to make short work of them with some effort from her part.

Not particularly useful in some aspects, but she's not totally useless either. "Thanks Anki. I think I should say I owe you one, but remembering our last adventure, does that mean I owe you three times now?" She asked, semi-joking of course. But Anki is... very useful as an adventurer whenever she's around, she remembers the various monsters they slayed together in past adventures. And the many times she would've died had not Anki intervened on her behalf.

She just picked up Fei's limp body. Looking more knocked out than dead, and then was busy ordering the group to walk towards the table. "Alright, so the Table should be straight ahead, and if we make it there. I say we set up a camp just near the table, and then wait it out until we hit morning. Perhaps then we can inspect the site further, determine what we're dealing with and so on."

Well, unfortunately. Things have started to move a bit faster than Srikandi expected, as she heard the sudden flapping of a dragon nearby. This sounded... much heavier, it's flaps carrying more weight then before, it's like comparing the flapping sounds of a hummingbird to the majestic soar of a condor when it flaps it's wings to take flight.

It seems a like an older, a much older Dragon is heading their way. And Srikandi's face paled as she turned her head towards the team, her body couldn't move an inch, she tries to think her hardest on how to solve this particular problem, but... she can't see a cave opening, she can't see Anki recovering her mana supply that fast, and she cannot see herself fighting a Dragon of such stature on her lonesome.

She could only say one thing.

"I'm... I'm sorry..."

She said that as the Dragon landed right behind her, Galmira's head looking at the group. A very imposing, very elderly dragon looking at everyone. She could fry them all if she wanted to. But instead, she lowered her head, and allowed her 'cargo' to gently slide down instead.

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She has no idea what to say.

She could only stare at the group.

They looked peculiar, all of them wearing clothes more resembling some dungeon adventuring party than an actual group of people.

There was a woman holding a staff. She... looks like a mage, hopefully they wouldn't attack her, the Dragon ride has been particularly short, and the rest of her team wouldn't be here at least for half an hour or so. There is also some woman holding vials and somesuch things, and also a... rogue elf?

Not deciding to stall any further, Almira decided to break the ice.

"Uhh, halo. Selamat sore semuanya!(Hello, good evening everyone)" Almira greeted in Indonesian, she reasoned that, due to Galmira's unusual fluency in the language, that some of the adventurers would be able to speak as well. "Apakah anda butuh bantuan? Kami tidak datang dengan kemauan membunuh." (Do you need help? We don't come with the intent to kill)

While waiting for their response, she ordered both the Q-T Unit and Garrett's team to stand back. "I need you all to step back for a bit. Garrett, Q-T, nonlethal pacification and only nonlethal pacification is allowed should things go south" She ordered sternly towards everyone. Before turning back to the adventuring party, her face trying to be as hospitable as possible.

There is a Dark Skinned woman, her head immediately turning in shock as she heard the language Almira spoke. Oh, perhaps a response from the group?

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--First Contact--

Her sadnesss on her and the impending team's death were suddenly upturned, completely upturned. She immediately turned her face, her eyes still bawling out as someone spoke her language.

She wore strange clothes, and even stranger companions, but the language she spoke is Pataliputran. No doubt about it.

"Anki..." She turned towards the mage "Did you... hear the same thing I did?"

Not waiting for a response. The Ksatria Naga clenased her face from her tears as best she can, before bowing her head towards Almira. "Selamat Sore juga. Siapakah anda? Apakah anda juga Penjelajah yang sedang pergi ke Gunung Meja Besar? (Good evening to you to, who are you? Are you also adventurers going to the Great Table)"

She hoped that Anki and the rest knows a little bit of Pataliputran, or else she would have the dubious honor of being the translator.

She also wouldn't try mentioning the Dragon at any point and time, the Dragon seems... unusually calm for some reason, and she has no intention of breaking that Status Quo at any point.