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If he's checking for those sorts of things, he'd notice an odd fluctuation in the flow of the arcane leyline that headed for room 104, across the hall.
@ERode
There would be no response from the gloves, with what he'd do to search for it. Which would indicate that either the gloves were destroyed so fully that not enough essence clusters remain intact to determine its specific existence as gloves, that the gloves had their essence suppressed by some means of either magic or manipulation that his current methods would be unable to break through, or that the gloves are in a different realm of reality (such as Ascendia itself) for which something like a quick spell usage would not be able to pin down.
In the case of the third possibility, Otis would know that the means to track essence across other realms would require expensive, lengthier rituals typically involving the purchasing of alchemical and magical materials, if attempted conventionally.
There would be no response from the gloves, with what he'd do to search for it. Which would indicate that either the gloves were destroyed so fully that not enough essence clusters remain intact to determine its specific existence as gloves, that the gloves had their essence suppressed by some means of either magic or manipulation that his current methods would be unable to break through, or that the gloves are in a different realm of reality (such as Ascendia itself) for which something like a quick spell usage would not be able to pin down.
In the case of the third possibility, Otis would know that the means to track essence across other realms would require expensive, lengthier rituals typically involving the purchasing of alchemical and magical materials, if attempted conventionally.
So, remember those fingerless gloves Otis made for Davil?
He’ll be using his Prime Essence as well as some general magic shenanigans to see if he can track that down.
Just to clarify, are you asking for results so you'll have details to write in your post ahead of time, or just stating what your plans are?
@Nanaya
Chunji use his Ethos on Alto's leg wound. How bad is it? Did it hit an artery?
It would appear to be a pretty serious injury that struck an artery, yeah. Though over the next several seconds, Chunji would also see the bullet slowly being pushed out of the professor's leg by healing flesh while also taking precise care to avoid causing further damage. Not enough to fully heal his own leg immediately, but enough to avoid anything that could lead to more permanent injuries. Alto would've made no gestures or spoken any incantations to indicate that a spell would be responsible, however.
@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@ERode@AThousandCurses@Sifr
From within the leyline, Chunji would witness the same event repeat itself, the same axe-wielding figure cleaving apart innocent commoners. As far as he could tell, nothing was changing within its landscape, and nobody stuck out as new or different - certainly no panicking Davil to be spotted darting about. Any trace of the boy seemed to vanish, at least within Chunji's vision. It was clear that the boy had vanished entirely, and was nowhere in sight. Alto regarded Chunji with a nod, cringing slightly at the boy's wounds and the creature he had brought forth from them. Then, he would return to face Iraleth. "Davil will be fiiiine. Otis was correct - if the kid disappeared, he'll show back up when we're out. There's really nothing to it!"
Chloe, stunned into silence, would finally pipe up with her jaw agape after Iraleth's jab. "What in winds' name did you just say? Say it again. Speak!"
The girl hopped to her feet and took a stomp forward, but was met with Rio's arm blocking her path, giving her a disapproving shake of the head. "We're done. All that's separating you from naptime is one smack," he would state plainly, then look towards Iraleth with a grin. "Besides, paladin's got a lot of juice left. I guess Astran knights really are trained as well as the preachers preach, yeah?"
Letting out a sigh, the frill-elf turned away in a scowl as she rebuilt her barrier for the exit trip. There was uncertainty in her eyes as she turned away, looking out into the woods, scanning back and forth with her limited vision as best she could amongst the sea of green. Rio stood by her, his own defenses repaired as he closed his eyes in thought.
"Alright! Taking us back now. No need to panic, we're all going to be okay," Alto would shout out so that students could hear him regardless of their position - perhaps even calling for Davil, in the hope that he'd somehow hear.
The sounds of breaking branches would echo across the area, and the familiar heat from Compact 3's entry into this place would return. Would Chunji look towards the leyline again, he would see the rivers of vines underground begin breaking apart and seemingly burning to cinders, falling as ashen rain onto the burning farmlands further down. The trees around them would begin to light ablaze as well, catching fire slowly. Alto seemed to pay this no mind, as if it were expected, and snapped his fingers.
And just like that, once again, vision would cut out for all inside, once the last vine had broken - seemingly in tune with the snapping of the professor's fingers. The same feeling of gut-wrenching speed across vast distances would overtake the students, impacting again and again against the Personal Barriers of all involved.
And then, they would be back. Vision would return, and the moderately warm room of 103 would be before them. They would already be at their desks, with one notable exception: Davil was nowhere to be found.
The instructor, with the smile on his face slowly breaking, would weakly utter, "...Oh no."
Upon lowering his barrier, a defense no longer required, Hildegunde's bullet would fly out of nowhere and drill straight into his kneecap, exactly where it was trying to hit minutes prior.
"FUCK."
He collapsed against his chair, a growl of pain as blood ran down his leg and onto his pants through the torn hole in them.
ASCENDIA, ROOM 103 FOUNTAIN
From within the leyline, Chunji would witness the same event repeat itself, the same axe-wielding figure cleaving apart innocent commoners. As far as he could tell, nothing was changing within its landscape, and nobody stuck out as new or different - certainly no panicking Davil to be spotted darting about. Any trace of the boy seemed to vanish, at least within Chunji's vision. It was clear that the boy had vanished entirely, and was nowhere in sight. Alto regarded Chunji with a nod, cringing slightly at the boy's wounds and the creature he had brought forth from them. Then, he would return to face Iraleth. "Davil will be fiiiine. Otis was correct - if the kid disappeared, he'll show back up when we're out. There's really nothing to it!"
Chloe, stunned into silence, would finally pipe up with her jaw agape after Iraleth's jab. "What in winds' name did you just say? Say it again. Speak!"
The girl hopped to her feet and took a stomp forward, but was met with Rio's arm blocking her path, giving her a disapproving shake of the head. "We're done. All that's separating you from naptime is one smack," he would state plainly, then look towards Iraleth with a grin. "Besides, paladin's got a lot of juice left. I guess Astran knights really are trained as well as the preachers preach, yeah?"
Letting out a sigh, the frill-elf turned away in a scowl as she rebuilt her barrier for the exit trip. There was uncertainty in her eyes as she turned away, looking out into the woods, scanning back and forth with her limited vision as best she could amongst the sea of green. Rio stood by her, his own defenses repaired as he closed his eyes in thought.
"Alright! Taking us back now. No need to panic, we're all going to be okay," Alto would shout out so that students could hear him regardless of their position - perhaps even calling for Davil, in the hope that he'd somehow hear.
The sounds of breaking branches would echo across the area, and the familiar heat from Compact 3's entry into this place would return. Would Chunji look towards the leyline again, he would see the rivers of vines underground begin breaking apart and seemingly burning to cinders, falling as ashen rain onto the burning farmlands further down. The trees around them would begin to light ablaze as well, catching fire slowly. Alto seemed to pay this no mind, as if it were expected, and snapped his fingers.
And just like that, once again, vision would cut out for all inside, once the last vine had broken - seemingly in tune with the snapping of the professor's fingers. The same feeling of gut-wrenching speed across vast distances would overtake the students, impacting again and again against the Personal Barriers of all involved.
And then, they would be back. Vision would return, and the moderately warm room of 103 would be before them. They would already be at their desks, with one notable exception: Davil was nowhere to be found.
The instructor, with the smile on his face slowly breaking, would weakly utter, "...Oh no."
Upon lowering his barrier, a defense no longer required, Hildegunde's bullet would fly out of nowhere and drill straight into his kneecap, exactly where it was trying to hit minutes prior.
"FUCK."
He collapsed against his chair, a growl of pain as blood ran down his leg and onto his pants through the torn hole in them.
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Ey, Nanaya, to confirm (because Otis's backstory involves this), all who dreamt of her were killed, but that doesn't mean that all who rebelled were killed, ye?
Yep! All who dreamt of her were killed, but not everybody who rebelled was killed.
@ERode
That's a good point. If he were paying attention to Davil at any point during the plan, the main thing Otis would've remembered would be that the last time Davil would've been visible or audible was when he dove prone to take cover behind some fallen trees as the dome was being broken and Rio and Chloe descended inside.
That's a good point. If he were paying attention to Davil at any point during the plan, the main thing Otis would've remembered would be that the last time Davil would've been visible or audible was when he dove prone to take cover behind some fallen trees as the dome was being broken and Rio and Chloe descended inside.
@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@ERode@AThousandCurses@Sifr
The screams of people rang out across the forest as the makeshift swamp grew. They continued to move even as they sank, doing their best to wade through, but all eventually succumbed. Even as this occurred, more clusters of approaching farmers and knights moved in from farther out, from what Chunji could see. As he peered into the leyline itself, deep beneath his feet, it would at first appear to be a mass of writhing plants flowing through the very ground as if liquified. As his eyes would take in more of the scenery, however, something much more illogical would begin to form: a small village. It was lit ablaze, a sea of crimson burning the crops and forcing people from their homes. These people fled, only to be cut down by an individual cloaked in shadows, the blood of countless victims coating the massive greataxe this obscured executioner wielded.
It was impossible, as it appeared to be a bird's eye view of this situation from above, and yet it was underground within the leyline's roots. A vision or memory was the most likely reason, projected from inside the leyline's core as a result of mixed essences from the instructor and the primal powers he had temporarily merged with. Regardless, it would seem to repeat this scene after a while, were Chunji to keep looking. One thing would be clear, however: the clothing and general looks of these people being cut down appeared very similar to that of the people that wandered from out in the forest.
As rain fell heavy upon the smoldering marshlands, slowly but surely the embers would fade out. Chloe grit her teeth and let loose pained growls as her index finger slowly dug past the gap in Alto's barrier, giving it her all just to merely make contact with his Adam's apple, just to graze him long enough to age him - even two or three decades would do, if only to receive the satisfaction of seeing greying hairs or a receding hairline. Even as her clothes tattered and her barrier broke down further and further, she needed to just poke him!
Her vision tunneled, focused solely on this one task, not realizing the sword raised to be brought down upon her in another blink, Alto's eyes sternly focused on her as if seeing a challenger to be incapacitated rather than a student to be taught. Even as the flames dimmed from the downpour, a swing of steel alone would be enough to shatter Chloe's defenses at that point.
Ting.
In the next instant, the professor's weapon was flung aside, landing halfway into a nearby mud puddle. At the exact same time, the pink half-elf was tackled away. As if on a whim, the remaining embers and heat in the area that fought against the rain all subsided at once. Alto's eyes met Iraleth's as she made her statement, and it was as if a spell was broken on the man, recognition returning to his gaze. He'd nod his head, raising both of his hands in surrender. "Right. It's a win for you guys, you punched a hole in my PB."
His demeanor had shifted once again, returning to how he appeared before the overcharge, his shoulders sunk low in relaxation. "I thought it'd be a lot to ask for day one, but you all pulled through. Nice work." His tone was casual, his disregard for the heat of prior seconds made apparent in his unsympathetic yet vaguely proud expression.
Chloe, meanwhile, struggled against Ciara. "Let me go! I was almost able to really teach him a lesson. Then he'd learn not to take us so lightly." Her frustration shone through plain as day, her desire for vengeance obvious. Rio stumbled over bruised and muddy and looked at Ciara, perhaps for the first time, and let out a small smirk. "Thanks for that. I'd have done it myself, but apparently I overestimated where I stand in comparison to our 'amazing' instructor."
He'd then look down at Chloe, who by now had stopped flailing and instead elected to sigh and pout as rain fell upon her unsatisfied glare at Rio. "Don't act like you were really gonna do somethin'. Another second and you were in for a week in the infirmary in the best case scenario," was all the muddy leather boy would respond with.
All at once, the screams from further out in the forest would stop. Were Chunji to look, he would witness all of the nameless shamblers vanish into thin air. Alto would clap his hands together three times above his head as he looked out amongst his students with a glint of satisfaction. "We've about run out of time, and this leyline's been spent for now! Recover your Personal Barriers and prepare for re-entry into the school building. Compact 3 has claimed victory in this introductory lesson to survival, and so when we get back, you're all getting a big pizza party! Later, anyway." The last line was said under his breath, but Iraleth would, at least, be close enough to hear.
Almost everything appeared to wrap up in a neat little bow, with one exception - Davil was nowhere to be found. It was unknown exactly when, but at some point during the chaos of the battle's final moments, the boy had vanished. Even with a scan of the area through Chunji's eyes, the winged Wund wouldn't be visible. Even so, Alto appeared not to realize this, and had slowly begun the process of ending the overcharge...
ASCENDIA, ROOM 103 FOUNTAIN
The screams of people rang out across the forest as the makeshift swamp grew. They continued to move even as they sank, doing their best to wade through, but all eventually succumbed. Even as this occurred, more clusters of approaching farmers and knights moved in from farther out, from what Chunji could see. As he peered into the leyline itself, deep beneath his feet, it would at first appear to be a mass of writhing plants flowing through the very ground as if liquified. As his eyes would take in more of the scenery, however, something much more illogical would begin to form: a small village. It was lit ablaze, a sea of crimson burning the crops and forcing people from their homes. These people fled, only to be cut down by an individual cloaked in shadows, the blood of countless victims coating the massive greataxe this obscured executioner wielded.
It was impossible, as it appeared to be a bird's eye view of this situation from above, and yet it was underground within the leyline's roots. A vision or memory was the most likely reason, projected from inside the leyline's core as a result of mixed essences from the instructor and the primal powers he had temporarily merged with. Regardless, it would seem to repeat this scene after a while, were Chunji to keep looking. One thing would be clear, however: the clothing and general looks of these people being cut down appeared very similar to that of the people that wandered from out in the forest.
As rain fell heavy upon the smoldering marshlands, slowly but surely the embers would fade out. Chloe grit her teeth and let loose pained growls as her index finger slowly dug past the gap in Alto's barrier, giving it her all just to merely make contact with his Adam's apple, just to graze him long enough to age him - even two or three decades would do, if only to receive the satisfaction of seeing greying hairs or a receding hairline. Even as her clothes tattered and her barrier broke down further and further, she needed to just poke him!
Her vision tunneled, focused solely on this one task, not realizing the sword raised to be brought down upon her in another blink, Alto's eyes sternly focused on her as if seeing a challenger to be incapacitated rather than a student to be taught. Even as the flames dimmed from the downpour, a swing of steel alone would be enough to shatter Chloe's defenses at that point.
Ting.
In the next instant, the professor's weapon was flung aside, landing halfway into a nearby mud puddle. At the exact same time, the pink half-elf was tackled away. As if on a whim, the remaining embers and heat in the area that fought against the rain all subsided at once. Alto's eyes met Iraleth's as she made her statement, and it was as if a spell was broken on the man, recognition returning to his gaze. He'd nod his head, raising both of his hands in surrender. "Right. It's a win for you guys, you punched a hole in my PB."
His demeanor had shifted once again, returning to how he appeared before the overcharge, his shoulders sunk low in relaxation. "I thought it'd be a lot to ask for day one, but you all pulled through. Nice work." His tone was casual, his disregard for the heat of prior seconds made apparent in his unsympathetic yet vaguely proud expression.
Chloe, meanwhile, struggled against Ciara. "Let me go! I was almost able to really teach him a lesson. Then he'd learn not to take us so lightly." Her frustration shone through plain as day, her desire for vengeance obvious. Rio stumbled over bruised and muddy and looked at Ciara, perhaps for the first time, and let out a small smirk. "Thanks for that. I'd have done it myself, but apparently I overestimated where I stand in comparison to our 'amazing' instructor."
He'd then look down at Chloe, who by now had stopped flailing and instead elected to sigh and pout as rain fell upon her unsatisfied glare at Rio. "Don't act like you were really gonna do somethin'. Another second and you were in for a week in the infirmary in the best case scenario," was all the muddy leather boy would respond with.
All at once, the screams from further out in the forest would stop. Were Chunji to look, he would witness all of the nameless shamblers vanish into thin air. Alto would clap his hands together three times above his head as he looked out amongst his students with a glint of satisfaction. "We've about run out of time, and this leyline's been spent for now! Recover your Personal Barriers and prepare for re-entry into the school building. Compact 3 has claimed victory in this introductory lesson to survival, and so when we get back, you're all getting a big pizza party! Later, anyway." The last line was said under his breath, but Iraleth would, at least, be close enough to hear.
Almost everything appeared to wrap up in a neat little bow, with one exception - Davil was nowhere to be found. It was unknown exactly when, but at some point during the chaos of the battle's final moments, the boy had vanished. Even with a scan of the area through Chunji's eyes, the winged Wund wouldn't be visible. Even so, Alto appeared not to realize this, and had slowly begun the process of ending the overcharge...
Sorry again, today's been absolutely terrible. I should be able to get the next round out tomorrow.
Sorry for the delay, next round tomorrow morning.
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