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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

@Punished GN Okay, so another question. Which do you think is more interesting for the story? A character with two Lux or one that's severed?

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

@Punished GN I have a character that went through Severance, but then through another Kindling Event. Should I list the spells from their previous Lux as well?

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

Neko@Atrophy, Charlie@FernStone

Ophrenia didn't process what the fuck happened to her for the first half a second, then the pain hit. It's sharp teeth mauled her hand like a chew toy. She screamed bloody murder.

"What the fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" All she'd been trying to do was end it's suffering. Sure it was a little odd, but she's seen weird shit from deer with chronic wasting disease. Growing up in Appalachia, things went bump in the night in the forest. She'd learned to be more afraid of people than shit that went bump in the night, and it's been a long while since she let any person scare her. But this was on a whole other level. One should could lose her hand over.

Neko and Charlie pulling her back, grounding her, gave her clarity for a few moments. The thing had her writing hand and her shot gun wasn't in a good position for her to shoot it with. It's a good thing she brought back up. She reached into her crossover in a hurry, gripping her pistol and pulling it out. She wasn't as good a shot when she had to shoot from her other hand, but she can't fuck up being this close. She shot the thing right in the head, several times. She didn't stop, screaming all the while, even after it went limp. She emptied all fifteen bullets into it. It's head pulverized and her hand all sorts of fucked up.

She couldn't understand how her hand looked so different to a few seconds ago. It was bloody, tendons and bone were clear as day. Three of her fingers were missing, the adrenaline kept her from the worst of the pain. She couldn't breathe all of a sudden. Her vision blurred and eyes rolled back into her head. She passed out on Neko from shock.

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

Mention: @Atrophy,@Punished GN

Ophrenia didn't volunteer to be the first one over the gate. She wouldn't be surprised if the swamp next to the path would spawn a gator or something. She's not looking to be the first one to get clapped by gator teeth. Nothing happened when everyone else jumped the gate. She backed up to get a running start when Lily freaked out. She stopped and got a closer look when flashlights were aimed at the thing. What the fuck? is right. That's not...what? It looked it was alive. The shape of it showing movement, yet it was no better than a creepy statue. She wanted to call this shit quits right now, but everyone else was already over and she was on the other side alone.

She got her running start, put her foot where the chain was and pushed up onto the top of the gate. She sat up there, swung both legs over the side, then slid down the bars. She wasn't looking to end up injured like Z. She caught up with the group in a few steps, double checking the chamber on her gun. She knew she put a round in there, before leaving the motel room but better safe than sorry.

She switched the safety off, pulled back the fore-end, held the gun in position to lift and shot with her finger over the trigger guard. She stopped at Neko's side. "Let's go. You shouldn't put your hand in a swamp. Gator's aren't easy to spot in these waters. There could be one ten feet from your face and you wouldn't even know it."

She doesn't have any experience with swamps. She's never lived this far south before, but the rain didn't help visibility. If it were clear and you looked hard enough, it might be easy to spot. In this rain? Forget about it.

She continued on with the rest of the group. They went a longer way aways, Lily and Jen, being overdramatic over a dying deer. "Y'all never seen a dying deer before? You'd see them dead all the time on the side of the road in Tennessee the closer you lived to the forests. This ain't nothin'. Seen a semi hit one in my rearview once. Just went splat. Blood and guts everywhere. Worse if you're a hunter and gotta skin it and cut it up." Was she purposely trying to make them feel worse? Yes. It's funny, but she would admit that this one was odd. There were intestines? worms? something fleshy and pulsing wrapped around it. Poor thing was suffering.

"Anyone got a knife, so I can put it out of its misery?" she asked. If not, then she's have to bash its head in. She wasn't fond of that idea. It was cruel to prolong the death, but it's a shorter mercy to do that than to leave it here like this.

Tyrant Shell: The Answer of Rain [CANCELLED]

"Copy that," he said. He was ready to jump on the airship, waiting to get the timing right. It was higher than the building he was stationed on. Crow shot at the airship several times. The warning came into his comms about getting out from under it. The closer it got to him, the more he charged up his hyper jump. Just before the building went down with the ship, he jumped on top of it, staying out of Gizzard's way. He didn't think Gizzard would saw him in half, but it was never good to get in a fellow soldier's way.

He ran across the top, dodging areas that exploded and went up in flames from the system being damaged. He activated his energy swords. One sword longer than the other. Both bright blue. He the drones were being taken care of it. It was the fighter jets that had his attention. Hachidori couldn't fly, but he could use leverage from the airship. He pushed off it, twisted in midair, and stabbed right into a fighter jet just as Shrike requested back up.

Sparks flew from the jet. He tore through it straight down the middle, before jumping off and landing on another jet. The one he just destroyed, blew up, crashing into the ground in a pile of fire.

"Please watch out for falling jets," he advised. He sliced the jet he was on in half, then moved on to the next. There weren't a lot of them. He downed as many as he could, before landing some distance away from the downed airship.

Systems at 80%.

He turned off the energy blades, but didn't put away the hilts just in case. "I'm at 80% generator life." He thought it best to keep the crew updated on his status. "No damage to Hachidori." It wouldn't be good to keep it to himself just to find out later why he's out of the fight sooner than they are.

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

Jen@Punished GN Charlie@FernStone

She did not expect Jen to have a van, much less one as big as this. To rent something like this was a lot per day. As long as she wasn't asking for gas money, then she'd take the ride. During the journey, she checked her phone for reception. She barely had any bars to make a phone call, so she sent off a text to her band mates letting them know she was alright. She worded her message in a way that wouldn't make much sense to anyone else, but would make sense to her band. They spoke in code when one of them was in a sketchy situation. They needed to know if someone impersonated her. She didn't know what they were walking into, but she had her gun just in case.

They arrived at the mansion, but it was blocked off with a gate. She didn't care to get out of the van in this random storm, but they couldn't sit here forever. Jen said something stupid to her.

"Um, um, um, um how about you shut the fuck up talking to me, until you learn how to speak normal. Every time you open your mouth I lose the plot, because you talk like you got cock stuck in your throat. Act like I'm stupid again and you won't have to worry about what's in that house." She glared at her, making it clear she wasn't putting up with her shit. She's been nice, but Jen better watch herself.

She got out of the van, the rain not making her mood any better. It was hard to see, she was soaked through in seconds. They should've turned back, until the weather cleared but they're here. She knew no one would want to go back, and she wasn't going to ask just for someone to say she could stay in the van. That's the worst thing she could do.

She walked up to Charlie, looking up at the gate, then at the lock pad. "I say we climb it. It is someone's property and they could show up any time. The van's already suspicious enough. If it's unlocked, they'll know for sure we're in there. Don't want a run in with Sheriff Dick, because someone's called the cops."

Tyrant Shell: The Answer of Rain [CANCELLED]

He stood in the Nest's hangar, double checking he's properly wearing his uniform. It was black, hard armored, and tailored to his body. There were bright blue LED lights that ran the length of his arms, torso, and legs that ran his vital signs while in combat. He secured his helmet, hearing Ava directly in his ears, instead of the intercom system throughout the entire ship. He climbed into Hachidori through the back. It led right into the cockpit. The inside seemed larger than it did on the outside. It could fit, at the most, two other people if they didn't mind standing or being jerked around by its movement.

He sat in his seat, flipping various switches, his music came on as soon as the Shell turned on. He ran diagnostics. He never took off without letting the test run through. Anything could happen out there, nothing but his actions were under his control. And he could control how his Shell ran if he made sure all the tests came back 100%. He had checked it this morning, as was his routine to check it every morning after his workout and every evening before he went to bed. The tests came back the same, 100%. Hachidori was released from the ship and it landed on its feet, ready to go.

"Hachidori's diagnostics 100%. Can ambush from above." His English was lightly accented. A mix of British and Japanese depending on the vowel. His music played in the background of the comms. Hachidori moved forward, leaving the landing site and going for the first skyscraper in disrepair. It jumped, grabbing the top of the building, the knees modified for jumping its height plus an additional few meters without a running start. It crouched on it, readying to drop from above. Some debris hit the ground below, but he wasn't bothered. Areas in battle zones always had something falling off or crashing. It was only a matter of time, before whole buildings toppled over. He activated his swords. The hilts dropped out of Hachidori's wrists, but they didn't light up with energy yet. His generator was still at 100%. The moment he turned on the energy blades, it'll start to decrease.

"Give me the word and I can get in close."

Tyrant Shell: The Answer of Rain [CANCELLED]

Shell: Hachidori

HEIGHT: ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Twelve meters WEIGHT CLASS: ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Light SPEED: ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ High ROLE: ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Close combat

▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ DESCRIPTION: ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Hachidori is 12m tall, all black with a bright blue core and red accents all over its body. It's different from a standard Shell, because it doesn't have the standard missiles on its back. Seohyung modeled his Shell for speed, so he did away with unnecessary armaments. He made the knees proportional to how his cybernetic knees work. He put every bit of himself into his machine. On the left shoulder is an emblem with a hummingbird and sun in the background. Hachidori means hummingbird in Japanese, and the sun to symbolize the rising sun. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ARMAMENTS & EQUIPMENT: ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Two laser blades: The blades resemble his daisho. The energy comes out of hilts stored in compartments in Hachidori's wrists. They shoot out into its hands and are ready to go in seconds. It takes up a lot of energy to use. He has a GPS tracker on them in case he loses one in battle, so he can try and retrieve it later. Sometimes its a lost cause and he needs a new one built. He can wield both or one at a time. Energy shield: It covers just over Hachidori's head all the way down to mid-calves. It's light blue like his energy blades and doesn't require him to hold it. Seohyung has it set to automatically activate in his blind spots when he's surrounded by a lot of enemies. It eats up more of his generator's battery when he's using his swords, so he doesn't make a habit of activating it. Handgun: The only weapon he has that doesn't use energy. It has fifteen rounds and is kept in a compartment on his hip. He doesn't carry extra ammo for it, since he rarely uses it. It's a last resort weapon. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ WEAKNESSES: ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Hachidori is built for speed, so to maximize his output, Seohyung burns his generator pretty quick. His Shell's generator life is half that of a normal Shell if he uses his weapons consistently. His aim is to get rid of an enemy as fast as possible, and as long as he does that then he doesn't need to worry about his generator. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ OTHER: ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Seohyung has a playlist of music that plays constantly in the background. Everyone can hear it when he turns his comms on. It helps him concentrate and puts him in the zone to fight. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ .................................................................................................................................................

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

Neko@Atrophy

Ophrenia laughed at Neko. "Chill. We won't get shot. I have a license." She watched Z pull up on her bike. She could tell the shape of the gun in the bag on her back. "I'm sure Z has one too." Just to tease her, she swung the gun into her hands and pointed it into the forest besides the motel. Gun safety rule number one, never aim the gun at a person you don't plan on shooting. She wouldn't make that mistake. She doesn't want to end up on the business end of Z aiming a gun at her if she thinks she's gone crazy.

She put her gun back where she had it and went to Jen, when she rounded them all up around a map, pointing at two paths they could take. Yikes. Both options are kinda meh. Either off into the swamp or take the long way 'round. "I don't think our chances look good if we take the short way. Why purposely run into gators when we can go 'round. I don't mind hoofin it on foot. I take it none y'all got a car?" She eyed Z's bike. It would only take one other person, but knowing how she know Z don't like people touchin on her, she don't think she'll offer a ride.

"Y'know if there's a car rental place in town? Car or no car, I vote we walk the road." Gator's aren't the only things they'll have to worry about. Leeches in the water would attach to her legs and stay there, until they could get her to a doctor to get them off. If there's leeches. She assumes there are.

Recollections: Who Is Eleanor Black [CANCELLED]

Ophrenia rolled her eyes. She didn't need some foreigner telling what's what about the country she was raised in. "Sweetie, you probably can't tell where I'm from by my accent 'cause you not born and raised in the States, but racists don't scare me. I grew up in a small town several miles away from a Confederate Cemetery. The people ain't no different from home. What you should be scared of is 'gators and what's been killin' people. 'Cause I bet the racists here ain't lynchin' the white folk that gone missin'." She purposely pronounced her Appalachian accent to prove a point that she shouldn't comment on nothing she don't know nothing about.

She hoped ol' foreign girl wouldn't need her gun when it came down to it. She ate her breakfast, rushing through it so she could make her stops in under an hour. She left a tip for the waitress, and headed out the cafe. The first place she stopped was the gun store. It looked like any other one she's ever been too. Guns in cases, on walls, and on racks. What she didn't expect was Morton, the old man that gave her a ride into town.

"Phrena! Good to see you again," Morton called out. In the time they spent talking about anything and everything, he never mentioned what he did for a living.

She didn't mind he got her name wrong. It's a little cute nickname. She'll take it. She walked up to the counter and pulled out her gun license from Tennessee. "This good here?" she asked.

Morton looked at it. "Depends. What you huntin'?"

"Don't know yet. Group and I are going up to the Black Manor in the swamp."

Morton gave her a look like she was crazy, but didn't question it. He grabbed a gun on a rack behind him. It was a shot gun, then pulled a pistol out of the case. He gave her three boxes of ammo each. She wasn't sure how she felt about two guns when she came for one, and three boxes of ammo she couldn't possibly get through.

"People goin' missin' lately. You'll need it."

He rang her up, the price under what she knew all that would cost.

"Given me a discount?" she asked.

"Don't worry about it."

She paid with her credit card, then walked out with each gun loaded. The pistol tucked into her skirt and the shot gun thrown over her shoulder by the strap. She carried her goods to a thrift store down the block and got a pair of black running shoes that were well wore, but in good shape. They were already broken in, so that saved her feet from new shoes pain. She bought a small crossover she could stuff with ammo. She arrived at the motel with a pep in her step and a smile on her face. She was ready to go. She made a quick stop in her room to drop off her boots and the extra ammo. She didn't imagine she'd run through all six boxes in a day. She took one box of each, organized what she could in her purse, then met the others outside.

"It's a good day to die hard."