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In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Thanks! Looking forward to what happens next. I'm one post ahead right noe, I might be able to clean up my cs. I should actually post that on the cs page.
In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Anyone want to interact with my character? I just had a Golden Merc transport crash about 30km from Kell, no direction set yet (I'll edit a direction and some other details in later)

If someone has an antagonist with a shuttle nearby, could you include some details about the crash being tracked by the military? Even if it's radio chatter and your character completely ignores it, it would be appreciated.
Poitr walked into the hospital after the detective. He tried to tag along, but was directed to sit in the waiting room. He did overhear the gnome receptionist telling the detective that Ella would be in surgery for a while. The detective left the waiting room, either heading towards the hospital cafeteria or wherever Ella was undergoing surgery.

Poitr took the chance to catch up on his missed calls and texts. To his relief there were none from his wife. He decided to dial her before doing anything else.

She answered on the second ring. "Hi." Even in that one word Poitr could hear the heaviness and strain in her voice. Poitr paused a moment before responding. "I love you, Lindsey." "I- ] love you too." The phone was silent for another few seconds. Lindsey broke the silence. "When will you be home?" Poitr sighed, "I'm not sure. Some crazy stuff has happened today." "Poitr, are you alright?" "Yea. I'll tell you about it when I'm back. I'm still worried about you, how are you feeling?" "Awful. Try to get home soon?" "I'll try. Love you." "Love you too."

Poitr hung up, and realized he got blood on his phone. He headed to the restroom to wash his hands, do his business, then wash his hands again. He decided to check out the hospital cafeteria. Following the signs, he noticed a familiar white robe through a door. He wasn't sure which church leader this was, but if it was one he worked with, he might be able to call in a favor and see Ella. He opened the door and rushed down the corridor to catch up with the person.

"Excuse me!" he called out. The robed figure turned around. The older woman had dark braided hair and grey-blue eyes. She was incredibly small. Poitr recognized her as one of the bishop's assistants. "Why hello Poitr." Her eyes lit up and she bowed towards Poitr. Poitr bowed back. What's her name? The woman sensed Poitr's hesitation"Sister Lazenby. We met at a church fundraiser hosted by the Bishop some months ago. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Poitr explained how he found Ella, leaving out that she was a shapeshifter "I want to know how she's doing, but I'm not family." "I see. Follow me, I'll see what I can do." Poitr thanked the Sister as he followed her towards the OR.
In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
On board the Leafy Wind

Beartrice Magin


"-Now, I would join you, but we only have one parachute." B was standing near the back ramp of the transport shuttle. The Golden Mercenary had just finished explaining how to use the parachute. The mental projection of Ballizein, Beatrice's kage, in the form of a tigress perked her ears up and looked directly at B. B, I want you to know I don't approve of this plan. Noted, Z. B calmly looked at the merc and said, "I don't need a parachute."

The merc was dumbfounded, and B took the chance to lay out her plan. "You jump at whatever altitude you need. I'll jump a little later, check out the enemy forces, and get back to you." The merc had processed the information, and responded. "How-" "I'm fast. Don't worry about it. Head towards the shuttle. If there's no threat, I'll check out the nearest settlement. Where is it?" "There are some small towns but I'm not sure where they are. We're heading directly towards Kell. It's 20 kilometers to the northeast." B held out the parachute pack and the merc took it, adjusting the straps. "Are you sure-" "I know my limits." B's posture, tone, and eye contact radiated confidence. The merc began to lower the ramp by hand, manually overriding the hydraulics that normally operated the ramp. It emitted a hissing sound the entire way down. "If you're doing recon, I need exact numbers on troops, armament, positions. If you head to Kell, keep your eye out for other Golden Mercenaries. All of our comms were fried." As an afterthought, the merc added, "They might be trying to refuel."

The merc walked to the end of the ramp and, looking backwards at B, jumped. B walked to the end of the ramp. She watched the merc fall and the little "poof" of the parachute opening. B used one of the verticle hydraulic bars on the ramp as a handhold and looked over the edge, examining the landscape. She scowled slightly at the forest below her. I expected it to be a little clearer Z. The tigress had disappeared, not wanting to distract B. Still going to do it it? Only if I know I can make it. B thought she could make the jump unscathed even if she landed on a tree, but the slightest of errors would mean death.

At this point B wasn't worried about if the military would capture her. Her immediate concern was getting off this bulky transport ship while it performed an "emergency" landing with no power. She reckoned the merc's speech to the civilians on board earlier had been mostly for crowd control. The transport ship was rapidly losing altitude, and B was rapidly losing chances to leave this shuttle.

There. A few hundred feet off the ground, B spotted a large clearing in line with the shuttle. She estimated her trajectory and, without hesitation, stepped off the edge.

Freefalling towards earth, B wondered how close she was to terminal velocity. She tried to pick some landmarks so she could find the shuttle easily. She noticed a small river parallel to the aircraft's path. You should kill some speed in the clearing, navigating the trees will be difficult.

As the ground quickly approached, B twisted and extended the back of her right hand downwards. She rooted her hand and moved horizontally, rolling. With every roll she burned a little speed and adjusted her course slightly, circling the clearing rapidly before she was at a safe speed to travel. On the last roll she vaulted, sending her feet forward and beginning her cat-like run through the trees. She came dangerously close to slamming into trees multiple times before bounding into the clearing of the river. She traveled along the banks, making a much better time towards the shuttle now that she didn't have to dodge trees.

The mental projection of her kage appeared beside her, and the massive tigress matched her stride. You're still so tense. This takes a lot of concentration, Z. You can still enjoy it. Enjoy what? The freedom.

B felt the wind in her face and the warm sunlight from the setting sun on the back of her neck. She only rooted one of her hands for the next few strides, feeling the healthy grass and dirt and mud between her fingers. Smiling, a few tears streamed backwards across her face, glistening as the wind quickly swept them away.

In front of B a rumbling noise marked the crash of the transport shuttle. She was close.
In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
What did kages do in the void? What were the power struggles? Defeating other kages to absorb a portion of their spirit?

Have some ideas for the history between Dama and Ballizein. PMing them to Yugeto.
In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Where can I read more about how kages work and interact with each other?Any notable posts? The intro covered the basics.
In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
On board the Leafy Wind

Beatrice Magin

Well, I still hate long trips Z. You should be happy for some time to relax, B. In her mind, the massive tigress sprawled across the laps of the passengers around B. You know I can't relax in this space. The man to B's left startled as she gestured at the cabin around her. You should try. You're always so high-strung. Being cramped had always made B feel restless. After a year in Sovereign, it also reminded her of when she was vulnerable. She started her stay in Sovereign with serious injuries and new power. Both reversed years of hard work spent honing her body. For the first few months in Sovereign, Beatrice felt about as capable as an infant who was first learning how to walk. Because of her injuries, She had to completely rely on others. Her power also completely changed the basic principles of how she moved. The learning curve was shallow at first. For an athlete of Beatrice's caliber, it was torture.

Less than an hour ago, Beatrice had - literally - hopped aboard a larger Golden Mercenary shuttle filled with civilians. She had been late to the fight, deciding to stay with the group she was living with instead of rushing ahead. A few of that group had made it to the shuttle, but most had been unfortunate enough to fall at the hands of the military. Finally leaving the city was still slightly surreal.

Something made all of B's hair stand on end, but it lasted for less than a second. Electricity. In the same instant, every function of the craft ceased. The most obvious effect instantly was the darkness. Murmurs started between the passengers. The onset of panic. A few seconds later, the nose of the craft began to point downwards, and B could feel the craft losing altitude. The civilians started to talk, yell, and try to find family and friends, some leaving their seats.

A mercenary walked from the cockpit to where everyone was seated. Before he could make his announcement, He is swarmed with questions. "What's going on?" "will we make it?" "We gon die!" "I call a parachute" "Sit the fuck down!" "-EMP?" "Has yah seen mah son?" "Let'em talk!"

The merc, fed up and with no time, fiddled with something on his one-handed mace. He sighed and shook his head at the small mob in front of him, then shoved the mace into the abdomen of the man closest to him. Electricity jumped into the man, dropping him instantly. The man squirmed on the floor. The cabin went quiet. Calmly, he asked, "Does anyone else have a question?" "Yes, I was wonde-" he shoved the mace into another man, sharing his fate with the first. The mercenary hardened his face. "No questions. Good. Now sit down." The passengers who were standing returned to their seats, except the two men on the floor. You like this guy? B shrugged visibly, then nodded. The man to her left was confused by her reaction to the scene in front of them. It's more respect. He obviously has a conscious, but he didn't hesitate when it counted.

"Our pilot is very experienced. He says he can land this thing with no power, and I trust him. It will be bumpy, so fasten your seatbelts. That's the good news. The bad news is we just flew through a disruption field. We have no electronics, and the military is probably tracking us. They are ready for us." Someone near the merc began to ask a question, but thought better of it when he raised the mace slightly.

"If there are any hosts-" B reacted, sitting up straighter. With her reaction to the word "host," the man to B's left figured out why she had been acting funny. Wide-eyed, he moved as far away from her as he could in his seat. "-now is the time to reveal yourself. We have a few parachutes, and if it avoids you being captured by the military, you will have priority. Rumor has it they run experiments. If it's clear, we'll parachute first, assess the landing site, and move in to assist if it's a fight we can win." It sounds like the best choice, B. Doesn't mean I have to like it. At least you can stretch sooner. B smiled as she slowly stood up, then walked down the aisle to the merc.
The detective asked Poitr generic questions. Poitr gave his account of what happened. "Yes, I am Poitr Wellsworth. Yes, the bartender at the Old Toad will vouch for my whereabouts. Yes, I am still drunk. No, I didn't see the attack." This continued for a few minutes until the detective realized Poitr didn't actually have any useful information. After a short silence Poitr asks the question that was on his mind. "Why did they send the church police?" He hadn't said anything to the operator about heathens being involved.

He was worried that someone else - maybe even the humans that assaulted Ella - had notified them of a shapeshifter. He was also kicking himself for leaving his pendant with the girl. If the girl was found out, it might trace back to him. "There were reports of shapeshifters in the area." The detective didn't explain, which Poitr took as a small revenge by the detective for not having any useful information. "Were they the same ones who attacked the girl?" "Could be." Poitr waited for the detective to continue again, getting slightly frustrated.

The detective pulled into the hospital parking lot. He got out and walked to the hospital with Poitr. "You aren't going back to the scene?" "No, I'll question the girl once she wakes up.
In Sanctuary 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Hey, the first IC post I wrote would be good for introducing new hosts, idk the status of new players here yet. It also makes reference to B's power and backstory. If either of those change, an edit will fix things but not change the story. Thoughts? Should I post it?

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