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Fiadh jumped into action, running on all fours, faster that way than running bipedally. She was told to lead the way and lead the way she did, the fastest way. Which went through the occasional tree but all it leaves her with is a little soreness and she is intent on taking the shortest distance possible for that gold star.

About a minute and a few uprooted trees and shrubs later, she led James to the north side where the injured man and the very large wolf was. The man seemed to be in a rough shape, but still fine, though the Wolf tried it’s best to be intimidating. It was being very defensive, but why? A wolf that big would have no problem making a meal out of this man, there must be some sort of bond between the two, but she did not give it much further thought.

Fiadh waited for her reward patiently, resting her lower body on the ground and propping her upper body with her arms so she is ready to go at a moments notice. James immediately set for the wounded man, but thankfully remembered to peel the shiny thing and stick it to her arm. She…She did not feel the greed go away like it normally does. Inspecting her arm, she realized the problem. The shiny was a worthless shiny, worth not more than a few cents. But on the other hand… sometimes things can have a sentimental value greater than a monetary … She did feel a little better, for doing a good deed and having physical proof of it. She was unsatisfied, but maybe with enough gold stars it will fill the emptiness in her….

Fiadh, failing to find a reason to delay further, set off to attend to the museum thieves. A sort of criminal she especially despises, and if they would steal from a prestigious public building like the museum, then they could steal from her! A reassure hoard is not a hoard if it could be pilfered, and eliminating would-be thieves is one of the ways to ensure its security. And if something valuable happened to be lost in the commotion, why that would be a shame.

Fiadh then felt a sensation, a sort of ‘gut instinct’ that gave her pause. Since the costumed individuals split off into separate groups…who is to say that they all are occupied? It is plausible, probable even, that another group managed to sneak away with a crate in a different direction. She could not prove this other than off of assumptions, it could just as easily be that all the thieves are occupied with heroes. But the possibility of another group slinking away undetected is enough of a basis for her paranoia. By utilizing detective skills that she seems to only possess when objects of value are involved, she deduced a probable direction an unknown party could have gone. That was enough to set Fiadh off with a new course, around the many alleyways nearby.

Shortly after, a sound alerted Fiadh, a particular one that usually indicates someone forcefully coming in contact with the garbage that line the buildings out of view from the street. Turning the corner, she saw the noise came from some kid impacting some garbage bags, a fall by the looks of it. Fiadh needed to shift her gaze only slightly to find the object of her desire, one of the crates from the museum. Something particularly valuable was inside. Whatever it was, its value dwarfed anything she ever possessed. She. Must. Have. It. But first, she will have to deal with the six people carrying it.

”Gadaithe!” Fiadh roared. ”Thought you could steal without notice? I’ll give you thieves one chance to drop that crate or there will be consequences. Fiadh stood to her full height and brandished her claws and teeth, hopefully they will be intimidated and back off saving her the effort. If not, well she does experience pleasure in taking care of thieves.

”You, kid! Either lend me a hand or get out of here, I don’t like worrying about someone getting in the way.” Fiadh said to the kid resting amongst the trash. She did not want someone uninvolved to get hurt, but her greed was blinding her to only focus on the treasure. She won’t be able to guarantee his safety.

@Silver Carrot
@Silver Carrot I see you finally got a chance to use ratboy, slap that CS right into the character tab and join the discord, link on the first ooc post should still be working, let me know if it does not.
@Silver Carrot all right, you'll be the last person lest this RP get too bloated with characters, for now at least. unfortunately one person is unable to contribute to this for their own reasons so we have a spot to fill anyway. let me know if there are any questions.
Fiadh


Fiadh stared intently at the strange helmeted man. Not moving a muscle, except her head as she tracked his movements as he tended to the kid. She waited patiently, her body not betraying her internal struggle. Want. Want. Take. Plunder. Need. Gold star. She thought, her mind racing to all the ways she could take what she wanted from the man. Then it raced to another thought, wasn’t she here to be a better…dragon(?). To get a fresh start and channel her obsession for good, somehow? Heroes get paid sometimes, it is plausible she will get rewarded for good deeds so she could be a hero and satisfy her greed!

She will wait for now. Being a good noodle is not always easy. If she wants to be good, she must be willing to do things the harder way. And she can still get the gold star! So it is a win for everyone. Wait. Wait. Patience. Wait. Get instruction. Do thing. Get star. Profit. Get… her train of thought was interrupted when the kid directed a question at her.

”..why are you a fucking dragon?”


Fiadh craned her neck towards the buachaill, tilting her head slightly in curiosity as she took in his appearance for the first time. He was but a mere lad, barely an adult but she was not certain if he was even 18. He had some stuff about him that marked him different from humans, she wondered if he was cursed like she was, a rare moment where greed departs to make way for a different feeling, concern. He looked messed up, whatever happened, it took a lot out of him.

For a moment, she debated whether she should give a answer, or even a response. She did not much care for giving things away, but ultimately, she decided since information was immaterial and thus not hoard-able in a physical sense nor can she stare at it like she does with her stuff, it would not bother her.

”Because I have the mentality and spirit of a dragon, simple as that. I like to have things, to see the shine in trinkets, the touch of gold, the knowledge in tomes, to know that they are mine and mine alone. I…” Fiadh was saying, trying to support her message with gestures and body movements as best she could given her…different physiology. She noticed the helmeted man was wanting to ask something of her, for the gold star she presumes. ”… Well, despite what I do have, I still desire for more. I figure that with enough treasure, I will find satisfaction, hence I desire this…gold star. Maybe it will be enough, maybe I’ll require more.”

Fiadh turned back to the man, to listen to what he wanted to ask of her.

“Alright you two, I hate to interrupt, but this is important. Miss Dragon, I need to know if there are anymore buddies of that guy-” points at villain “around as well as whether there are any serious injuries. If you can bring me that information, this star is all yours.”


Fiadh was confused, how was she supposed to know if the metal man had any friends? Were the coordinating their outfits or something? But she can definitely be on the lookout for injuries, soon the gold star will be all hers! A thought that excites Fiadh. ”Keep that Gold Star ready, cause I’ll be right back!” Fiadh announced before taking off in a sprint. She has not got the hand of this flying thing, but she was pretty good at jumping, as she leaped over a few humans that were still around for some reason and onto the side of the museum. Getting a good grip, after breaking a few windows but she’ll just blame that on the villain(s?), she started her ascent the last few stories to the top of the museum.

Unfortunately, the museum did not have a spire or tower or anything of the sort so she had to pace around the roof to get a view on all sides, and the inside from the few sky viewing windows on the roof. To one side, she saw a few guys in yellow getting fucked up by a sword wielding man in rags and a really really big dog…or maybe it’s a wolf? Wait… on closer look, it seems the sword man is wounded, the helmet man must know of this! On the inside, Fiadh could see another group of similarly costumed figures fighting with a few kids and a woman, no visible injuries nor does she sense any blood …but… the figures are trying to escape with something in a crate! Even with the artifact stored in a container, she could tell whatever it was, it was very valuable. Those fiends, taking treasure for themselves. Only Fiadh should be able to take treasure for herself! Doing another quick loop, there was no one else. At least no one she could see…

Fiadh was pacing back and forth, frustrated. Must get gold star… but also whatever is in that crate with a value of $108,000, it would be a fine addition to my collection….but then again the helmet man should know about the sword man’s injuries. Fiadh did not know much about severity of wounds but she smelled blood and that is usually a bad thing. She quickly debated for a few moments on what to do before coming up with a solution. I’ll go tell helmet man about those costumed guys and the guy with the injury, then I go acquire treasure

She quickly leapt off the roof and landed near the man tending to the lad. With expedition she relayed the information, a sense of urgency in her voice. ”Man with the helmet, whatever your name is. I see two more groups of villains, one to the north and one inside the museum. There is also a man with a sword fighting the villains in the north with a wound, I do not know how bad but I sensed bleeding.” She turned to look at the boy for a moment. ”I hope you and the buachaill, are doing all right but I think it best we go help the others. Ní neart go cur le chéile. I don’t normally do this but if its urgent to get to the wounded man you can… get on me. I can take you there fast.” Fiadh paused for a moment, searching for the words to say that did not make her sound like she is a horse or something. Last thing she wants is for people to be asking her for rides, but the man might deem it urgent enough for expediency and maybe she can get two gold stars out of it.
Fiadh





Fiadh took in the city as she glided through the air, her senses picking up many sights, sounds, and smells. The honks of cars in traffic, people walking and conversating, hotdog vendors….hmm. hotdogs. Wait, I hunger not only for treasure but also has the normal hunger. Hunger for sustenance. And here I am without my purse… or… i could steal a hotdog. I mean, I need to eat. Right? That’s justifiable, isn’t it? Or maybe there are some animals walking around that will satisfy, like another cat. Or dog. But those give me indigestion and sometimes hairballs. Maybe i could…

Fiadh was distracted from an explosion coming from the direction of the museum, just on the other side of this building. Fiadh quickly climbed to the top to take stock of the situation. She sees… A kid, no two kids beating up some power ranger knock-offs. A medieval LARPer taking out a yellow power ranger knock-off. And…
"...I’ll give you a gold star…”
Fiadh’s attention was instantly transfixed with the mention of gold, she shifted to identify the source from her perch.

A man tending to a wounded kid on the streets. And something in his pockets, for a fraction of a second, she saw a familiar glint. Gold star, apparently. At least that is what the man mentioned. And at that moment, nothing else mattered. The surrounding disappeared from sight, the gnawing hunger in her stomach went away, all that she felt, all that she thought about, was the gold. Nothing else existed to her, as she prepared for her descent.

Though Fiadh was not so good at flying, landing was something she has gotten good at on account of she has fallen a lot until she got the hang of gliding. Fiadh landed a bit rough, sliding a few feet and shaking the ground a little from the impact, before coming to a stop. She walked over to the man on all fours as people seem to be less intimidated when she does not tower over them, and she did not want to scare this human, at least not yet... Truth be told she has not actually talked in this form before, so she was a little shocked at the slight boom her voice seemed to have, as she settled on the words to express her singular desire. Simple, Straight to the point. She knows what she wants.

”I want this ‘gold star’ too.” she announced with envy.

Fiadh

Fiadh’s apartment


Fiadh paced her apartment, trying to calm her restless mind. She made rounds around her hoard, offering occasional glances to take it all in. She has amassed a humble fortune, not much but it was more than she ever owned in her life before. True to the fey’s word, she has been led to many things. Many pretty, tantalizing, intoxicating things. It is euphoric, to look at, to know it is hers and hers alone, maybe a little from causing envy in others. Whether one might seek the beauty of the jewels and art, the value of the gold, or the knowledge in the books, tomes, and grimoires. She had something most people would want, and knowing that gave her a tingly sensation. But it did not satisfy her, it never did. There was always that voice, a whisper at first, that has since then begun to chant. More. More. I must have more.

She had no mirrors, vanity was not her vice, but the glittering gold provided enough of a reflection for introspection. She never saw herself, but what she would be. What she is. Gone were her dark red hair with a slight curl, her fair complexion, her smile, thin build, and other features that would attract the right, and sometimes wrong, kind of attention. Replaced by scales, horns, grimace, and eyes that betrayed a constant lust for more. Day by day, her future became more and more appealing than her ‘weak and pathetic’ human form, a thought that terrified her. She is even calling it the human form, as if she wasn’t human. Maybe…maybe she isn’t anymore.

“When will it be enough?” Fiadh asked to an empty room.

“I just need to fill this void with another diamond, maybe two.” She replied to herself.

“It’s always just a little more though…isn’t it.”

“It has to end at some point though, right? Eventually this obsession will be satisfied.”


“Maybe a few more books….and some more gold, that’s gotta do it. Or…maybe…The Carlyle Museum has one of a kind artifacts…” Fiadh’s conversation with herself was interrupted as she began to feel a familiar and hated sensation. She gave in, again.

It starts with sensation, her flesh is numbing like when you rest on your arm to long, and quickly shifts to pain. She has dealt with the transformation many times, not enough to get sued to it, but enough where she is not crippled by the pain anymore, just exhausted. She acted quickly to strip down, her human clothes were not made to fit this other physiology, and she hates to have to buy more when she can avoid it.

Over the next minute or so, her body began to visibly transform, flesh was split revealing glittering scales, the nubs on her back and tailbone began to expand and lengthen, forming wings and a tail, her legs and feet twisted into something less human and more befitting of a dragon, she also gained enough body mass to put on a few feet of height. Her least favorite part was the head, suffering perhaps the greatest transformation of any part, with her hair shedding along with her skin, the skull reshaped almost entirely to support a lengthy snout, her eyes shifted from oval pupils to reptilian slits. By the end of it, she was an amalgam of human and dragon. Human enough to not be entirely monstrous, but her silhouette was definitely not human. And luckily this form can get away with not wearing clothes and not violate public decency laws. Otherwise, the time and money spent finding a discreet tailor would be annoying.

Fiadh took stock of the situation. A mess on the floor, some blood and viscera being the only evidence of her transformation, which she will need to clean up. Boots, Jacket, jeans, good. But not the gloves or underwear, damn. Too ripped up to wear.

“Great… another pair ruined. Way to go.” Fiadh hissed to herself, her words forming visibly as a green haze that was expelled from her mouth. Luckily, she could not poison herself.

I’ll worry about it later. Need to get to museum and claim…no, just view, something new. Get my mind off this. Distract myself. Fiadh was thinking, trying to ignore her covetous desire. Maybe going to the place with a lot of stuff she very much would like to own is not the best idea, but no one said she ever thought things through. Or at all.

Now, to go to…. Fuck, can’t use the door. Shoulda done the dragon thing outside. Fiadh said, looking dawn at herself, she broke a few things before and she hates having to pay for replacements. Oddly the though of someone who is trying to hide their curse walking out of their apartment and potentially reveling themselves to their neighbor, nor the thought of awkwardly walking through a hall and down stairs made for someone a few heads shorter than she is now, was not something she was concerned about like you’d think, it was the thought of having to spend money that was her concern.

I really need to be looking for a new place with more space, before my collection or I get too big… Fiadh looked around and settled on the window, it might get scratched, but a scratched window still opens and closes fine unlike a crushed door handle. Carfully she opened it and crawled outside, digging into the side of her apartment before carefully shutting the window. She stretched her wings out, to get a feel for them, before furling them back in a resting position. Fiadh was not confident enough in her ability to fly, not yet, but she can glide. Deciding on her path, she climbed up her apartment to get to the roof. From there she can glide from building to building and climb up where needed. A much quicker way to cover the distance than by…paw. Or would it still be foot? Can she change the phrase to fit her situation? Either way, she will get to the museum expeditiously.
Caper at the Carlyle Museum



Grailham City, a place where heroes and villains enter the crucible of conflict and where legends emerge. Good and Evil vie for dominance daily, with law and order maintained only by careful diligence and duty. At this very moment there are easily a few handfuls of battles going on by heroes and villains both great and small. Unbeknownst to everyone, a new group of villains known to nobody as the Sinister Six is absconding with an artifact from the storage at the Carlyle Museum. What artifact could they be getting away with?

“Watch where you are going” growled a figure clad in black.

“How about you watch where you put your foot?” hissed a figure in red.

“Quiet all of you, we are supposed to get the artifact and get out real quiet like.” barked a figure in green.

“I didn’t say nothing!” exclaimed a figure in Yellow

“I am surrounded by idiots…” sighed a figure in grey.

“And that’s what you love about us.” Joked a figure in blue.

“Hey…wait a minute.” Said the black figure. “Are you even helping us carry this?”, he said to the blue figure.

“uhh, of course I am, don’t be silly” the blue figure said, actually touching the box this time instead of pretending to.

“No, you weren’t! I saw you pantomiming it!”

“Quiet you fools! You’ll attract attention.”

“Hey, what’s going on here?” said a guard, announcing down the hall.

“Who’s the-“ said the guard before sighing. “…great, more costumed characters…”

“We are no mere characters…” announced the red figure. “We are the Sinister Six! Now cower and we may let you live” He said, breaking into a villainous cackle. And not a very good one.

“Riigght. Well, I have here in my hands a gun. And they let me use it because management is tired of absolute nobodies breaking in here every Tuesday.” The guard said, brandishing a handgun to illustrate

“Now drop that crate nice and slow and leave, I don’t want to deal with the paperwork.”

“POCKET SAND!” said the yellow figure, reaching into a pocket and throwing sand at the guard’s eyes.

“ARGH, MY EYES!” Exclaimed the guard. “Why the fuck do you have sand in…” he said as he was interrupted by being tripped by the yellow figure, conveniently being knocked out by the fall.

“Well, looks like I saved our heist, no need to thank me.” Boasted the yellow figure proudly.

“Whatever, let’s just get this out of here without any more interruptions. The big boss is paying us good money for this, for whatever reason.”




Unbeknownst to them. This was all in view of a security camera. Also staffed by a guard who really does not want to deal with all these random ‘villains’. Especially with all the paperwork involved. Better to find some aspiring hero to deal with this inconvenience. But if the guard can’t be assed to do his job, who can? Can the guard find anyone willing to help for nothing but a half-hearted thanks? Will the vile foes have their daring caper thwarted?
@Vega7285 its good to put in character tab

@Unkown58 no, it looks good to put in the character tab.

and don't forget about the discord if you want to join it, seems most of us are on there. link can be found at the bottom of the first OOC post.
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