ShadowVentus

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@supertinyking

"I require nothing of the sort. I already have everything I need." Michael replied to David as he walked over to Tiny, the man reminding himself of him slightly. "There are better places to sleep than on the ground you know." He states, extending a hand towards him.

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@supertinyking@Tyki

"Hehe, well, you certainly are a lively bunch, aren't you?" Michael comments, shedding his bone armor, it disintegrating as he moves forward, his hood replacing itself on his head as the helm falls apart. Being around these men certainly reminds him of his time with the Shepherds. He almost laughed at the fact that he was almost walking down memory lane.

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@thewizardguy

I think Tiny had something happen to Valentus..

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@Jollan@booksmusicanime

Observing Ander hastily remove and stash away a particular quest from the board, Morgan giggled whenever he pleaded for her to keep quiet of his findings. "Frankly, I haven't a clue as to what you're talking about." She replied, showing her understanding of the situation. However, this didn't mean that she was just going to drop it so easily. Sure, she wouldn't tell Dremmick, but who's to say that'd prevent her from doing some research of her own? The red raven in particular is what interested her about it.
With that aside, Morgan overhears the heated exchange of words between Dremmick and Cilia, only to see her storm out of the guild. Man, did she feel bad for her. The young tactician really wished to figure out what was causing her friend so much stress. Morgan regroups with the others at the table, sitting herself down on top of the table. "It's times like these where I wish my brother were here. I feel that he'd be able to get Cilia to open up. Is his long training period causing her this much distress? Someone mind filling me in?" She questions the others, wanting to get the full picture for the time being before she decided on what move to make.

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@thewizardguy@supertinyking@Snarfulblast
@Teoinsanity@Wraithblade6@Tyki

Witnessing firsthand the death of a great comrade in the form of a Grey Knight, Michael feels reenergized, almost as if he were in the middle of an adrenaline rush. However, seeing as how Stephen was already making quick work of the enemies that were laid out before him, the tactician quelled his own rage, walking over to the reborn Mithias and Tiny just in time to catch their exchange of words. He locks eyes with Mithias, a solemn look in his eyes. "That man was a valiant soldier. Although his name may be unknown to us for the time being, I can with certainty that we are better off remembering him through his actions on the battlefield. If it weren't for him, life as we know it would no longer exist." Despite these words, Michael couldn't help but feel as he had failed his comrade. Not only did he not his name, but he couldn't keep him alive. Although, perhaps this is how it should be. He left behind a rather impressive legacy.

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

My apologies. I hope to have my post by tonight. Testing is a drag

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@thewizardguy@Wraithblade6@supertinyking@Snarfulblast

Feeling a strong force act upon the staff on his back, Michael releases it, having the skeletal hand shift into a sharp bone sword, imprinting it with the same explosive runes that are on his default silver sword. He smirks as Luigi suffers the consequence of standing in the way of the weapon, it piercing through him as it returns to whom the tactician can only guess to be the owner of the staff. He takes this tranquil moment to alter his form, the bone frame around him shifting about with a few cracks and pops as it fits to his body like a suit of armor, his hood removed only to be replaced with a skeletal helm, his identity continuing to be hidden from all. The bones blacken with his the effects of his magic, making him out to be like the fabled Black Knight of legend. He smirks, feeling more confident about the battles to come after bearing witness to such a heated fight. "Things are starting to get interesting..." He says to himself, now regrouping with Valentus.

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@thewizardguyRex moves away from Valentus, and continues to walk back to where he sent Anderson through his portal to the Chaos Realm, when he finds himself witnessing a one-sided fight between a Daemon Prince and a Null. Rex walks as close to the Prince as he deemed safe, about 90ft away, yelling to the Prince he asks,"Wanna kill a Grey Knight Paladin? We got one near here that's taken a pretty hefty beating. So if you want to kill him follow me or find him by yourself."

@Snarfulblast

Did my post have no effect on Rex whatsoever? ^^;;

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@thewizardguy@Snarfulblast@supertinyking@Wraithblade6

"Fight all you want. As my enemies, I will show you no mercy..." With his voice ringing out, Michael creates two skeletal dragon hands, using the left one to send Mithias and Luigi flying while grabbing a hold of Rex with the right, the grip hard as steel. Of course, in order to perform this feat, Michael had to project himself from Valentus' shadow, the tactician now physically on the battlefield, his actual arm outstretched in Rex's direction, indicating the usage of his abilities. Surrounding his body is a draconic frame, the bones protecting him like armor against the flames. His red draconic eyes pierce through his foes, the time for games over for him.

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@thewizardguy

Is Michael alright where he currently is or shall I have him evacuate as well? He's inhabiting Valentus' shadow, so I don't believe he's being effected by any of the current onslaught of attacks for the time being. Plus, I believe the staff he recently picked up is doing Valentus a favor, based on how its power was explained.