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@VKAllen

Accepted. Post him up and your free to join after the time skip.
@Snagglepuss89

Some times you have to be with me. I'm one of those people that when I derp, I derp hardcore. Need to be smacked into place from time to time.
Derp. Helps if I read the OOC before posting. Editing
Varrus Volkanon


Varrus followed along in cautious silence, his eyes doing their best to capture the details of this strange environment from the dull light of the torch. Even now, he was wary of traps and possible misdirection, but (for now at least) it seemed they were stuck in a tower or rounded dungeon of some sort. As they came to a stopping point, Varrus began to take note of what seemed like etching on the walls. He wasted no time in approaching the etching (or at least enough to read them); reading the verses out loud in a soft and thoughtful tone that seemed to betray his earlier demeanor.

After reading the first verse; Varrus was slightly confused by it's meaning. It seemed to be a set of directions or a vague riddle... Even now he began looking about the room for possible signs of glinting light or ominous figures. Then, something cliked inside of his head. Roar, Dancing, and aura. Granted the last was merely an educated guess based on the first, but they seemed to be things that described an open fire or flame. At this point his attention diverted to the torch in the Armored Woman's hands, staring at it with now narrowed eyes. 'Why the torches?' He turned back to the inscriptions as he continued to read. The second verse could very easily describe a torch, however the flame bearing sticks did not drip unless one referred to it's embers.

However, despite his best efforts, Varrus could not determine the benefits of torches in their escape. The room hand no exits and appeared to be made of some sort of stone- or likewise substance. It wasn't as if they could burn down their prison; and even if they did, they risk losing their lives in the ensuing inferno. With a subtle growl and gritting of his teeth, the young man rounded as he faced the group.

"Well, these torches hold the key to our salvation in some manner. What good they do other then to light the way around a sealed room, I'm not entirely sure." His voice had it's usual curt undertone, though he seemed a bit more thoughtful in his remarks. Internally, he was disappointed in himself for not having the answers off hand, but had resigned to relying on the group for thoughts and ideas, "We cannot set fire to this place, nor does there seem to be any other fixture of which to arrange them. Suggestions?"
Here to stay
@VKAllen

More than welcome. Whip up a CS and post it here or PM.
I can't really comment on thing I have no knowledge of. However, he was logged in two hours ago. So... I plead the fifth and am just focusing on continuing
Liam&Matt


Liam stood at the doorway, blinking in a mixture of confusion and surprise as the two women bolted off towards Matt's room. At first, he didn't pay it much attention at first, merely dismissing their antics as the result of offering Matt's attire. As he turned to exit, he paused a moment as he recalled Sam's earlier comment. With a subtle blush and a slight shudder, he continued his original route his. Doing his best to keep his attention forward, his gaze would fall upon another woman and her companion walking down the corridor to Matt's apartment. As she gave him a slight grin, he could help but return the gesture- bowing his head in respect as he made his way past. It was then his attention fell to the male, seeming to pause a moment before turning to address him.

"It's about time you made it. You missed all the fun." Liam called out with a telling smirk, turning his gaze forward once more as he made his departure.

Inside however, Matt remained silent. The energetic antics of the women with his home garnered no attention as he sat there as is in a daze. His mind was currently trying to process everything that had transpired: the arrival of their powers, the sudden murder, the following murder, and now the near super-human brawl that nearly transpired. All at once, his ambition and foresight lost their clarity as be truly saw the destructive nature of things he couldn't control. It was different to be a shot caller in the game itself; if someone dies they simply returned a few seconds later to continue the fight. However, now everything was completely different. There were no exceptable losses or deaths...

His trance was quickly broken by the entrance of two more individuals, one male and one female. Before he could even respond, the female made her announcement of being 'like them'. At first, Matt grew wary flexing the muscles in his hand as he prepared to summon his weapon. It was then that his vision fell to the male from earlier, causing Matt to give a heavy sigh as he relaxed his grip.

"You're late. Better then never I suppose." It was then that his vision returned to Vicki, "I'm going to assume you've wound up with powers from League. Right?" With that he rightened himself in his chair, motioning to an empty seat at his side.




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Once more the girl would squeak in fear, his once calm demeanor once again waivering into discomfort as she followed the clone's 'insistence' with a staggered step. Quickly she round, seeming to fear being flanked as she retreated back further into the room. It was clear, she was trying to muster up some form of courage.

"W-Wait. Jericho will contact you with jobs and information..." She said, attempting to stop the shakiness of her voice, "Otherwise, you're free to do as you wish. Well, other then wanton killing. We can't give ourselves away to early, or we risk being prosecuted." With this, her gaze fell to the side, "People won't understand... They never understand. They see someone different and label them as a threat." This particular remark seemed to hit home with her as her eyes momentarily filled with tears, quickly being wiped away as she glanced past the clone to the door; then back to Garret, "I-If it's ok with you. I really need to go."





WARNING!: TIME SKIP WILL OCCUR NEXT GM POST! PLEASE WRAP UP ALL INTERACTIONS BEFORE NEXT UPDATE.

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Eh. I like to be consistent, but I don't exactly know how the next update is going to work out. Give me a few hours, if not till saturday. I'll get it done I swear. What? Stop looking at me like that? I AM NOT AN ANIMAL! Just a very tired man.
Varrus Volkanon


Varrus sighed heavily as everyone carried on with their introductions, none seeming to have knowledge of their current situation or how they arrived here. 'It's possibly a trick, but if they are telling the truth... They're in no better position then I.' As his focus shifted from the people to the room, he'd pay very close attention to the heavily armored female as she grabbed a torch from the wall. Gripping tightly onto his blade's pommel, he'd step towards her flank- though keeping in mind to stay a couple steps behind. Looking over his shoulder to those behind them, Varrus plotted and planned.

"As much as I'd like to sit and stratigize, the lady has the right idea. We have very little information where we currently are, and without anyone coming forward," At this, he'd intentionally pause. He waited a moment to see if anyone looked suspicious or wary at this remark, "The only thing we can do is find this information out on our own. Even if we run into a dead end, it's more than what we know now." As he prepared to step forward once more, a sudden revelation gave him pause. He had been in the habit of commanding soldiers, many who had seen and survived battle under his guidance... He couldn't say the same for the rest.

"If you're not familiar with a weapon or it's business end, stagger behind. Be mindful: the further you are, the longer it will take to support you. Couple yourself with a healer and cover them. They may wind up saving lives as well as your own." With that his attention would focus forward once more, his eyes scanning everything lit by the subtle light of the torch as he followed closely behind the well armored woman.
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