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Does Bend basically replace a cast note? Or do you still have to target a desired element first via touch, projectile, spawn etc.?
BLAZE

Mission: Teacher's pet
Location: Lighthouse Island



Blaze smirked at Strain’s offer to pay off the winning kids, tilting her head at him knowingly. “Yea, won’t get a better deal then that, let’s go!” whooping, she dashed off to the wall, not bothering to use her powers. Just on sheer physicality alone, she could easily beat most of these. The gravity kid might be an exception – as she’d expected, he easily floated up, stopping halfway to trade some barbs with a companion of his.

Blaze didn’t let the opportunity slip away, and while the four bickered briefly, she launched herself from handhold to handhold, muscles working smoothly and easily, straining only lightly. The climbing area was made for inexperienced adolescents, after all, and wasn’t that high all in all.

When the last of the kids made their way to the climb, and one even kicked the other down, Blaze laughed heartily. “That’s the spirit,” she shouted in encouragement without looking down, continuing the climb.

Unsurprisingly, the gravity kid – Drew – was on top first. “Good job!” Blaze complimented him. She was the second behind him, and didn’t think anyone other youngin would overtake her. Yet, she quickened the pace, wanting to go up and give the winner a pat on the head – literally.

However, just as she was about to move from the last handhold to the lip of the platform up top, a voice resounded in the area. “Crap,” she muttered, swiftly looking around. As soon as the threat started, Blaze had also kicked up her power – her body warmed instantly, and was ready to burn skin. The cliff remained unaffected; if she wanted to melt it, she’d need minutes rather than seconds to generate enough heat to do so.

“I’m kinda busy hangin' in here,” she shouted at the attackers, lying her ass of, though she also couldn’t resist a minor joke. Of course, she could easily jump off and roll, but her position to the target was optimal. Hopefully, the eyepatch guy would make the mistake of getting closer to her to kick her down. Even if he was smarter and just pointed the weapon at her instead of keeping it on the kid, she could manage.

Then, another minor distraction made itself known. Old man stray had sent some paper scraps flying, which wrapped around the weapons of the assailants. Grinning madly, Blaze launched herself the last few centimeters up, landing besides the hostage and the surprised criminal. Chuckling, she grabbed his arm – the one which still held the weapon. Flesh sizzled, and eyepatch man dropped it with a scream.

Rather than let him do his teleporting trick, she punched him in the face. Blaze didn’t stop at the one hit either, continuing the pounding. Besides the mundane force of the swing, there was also the heat to consider. By now, it’d damage him even through the armor, though it’d still take a while for him to really feel it. As she engaged the opponent in melee, she also made sure to angle her body so that Drew was behind her. If he was smart, he’d get to safety – or even help out where he could, if he was feeling recklessly brave. Not that Blaze would mind or accuse him if he went for the latter.
I'm intrigued.
Caelum Harrington

They'd made it to the cathedral’s doorway. However, in the middle of ascending the staircase, Pondwater’s searchlight began moving once again, its function restored. Caelum froze on the spot, panicking, then rushed straight to the door. Though Barney was already pounding upon the heavy wood, Caelum joined, thudding his fists, and even aiming a kick or two at the doors in frustration.

Thankfully, someone heard, and was reasonable enough to open up and let them in. Caelum sighed, relieved, and wiped sweat off his brow. The insides were as opulent as the courthouse’s – a disquieting comparison. As exhausted, beaten up, and downright filthy as he was due to all the recent ordeals he’d faced, he didn’t feel as if he belonged in here.

Uneasily, he recalled Pondwater’s critique, especially the part about pretending. He’d never thought he had, but to be as easily reduced to this? An unbecoming state to be sure, and not just physically speaking. He was so helpless here, having to rely on others, slinking in the shadows as they did the work for him…merely brushing by others' greatness, perhaps?

With a growl of denial, Caelum shook his head. He couldn’t let some monstrous dream-double get to him. His mood was surely just a case of frayed nerves, which was understandable. Even the sprouts of paranoia that they weren’t yet safe was sensible – how could they possibly be while stuck in whatever this place was?

The priest’s approach drew Caelum’s attention. He raised a brow at the church’s name – it was both vague and unusual. He listened warily to his speech. “All bondage?” he asked dubiously? Certainly, the man was clad in numerous chains, but of course, it couldn’t be all of it. If nothing else, the prisoners toiling outside attested to that.

“Saint,” he muttered under his breath in disbelief. To Barney – the actual one, rather than his double, he hissed, “He’s like Pondwater.”

The yellow eyes, the self-aggrandizing speech, even the place of his residence were too similar to be a coincidence. That did not bode well. Yet, there was no feasible route of escape that he knew of. Once again, they were trapped with another of these not-people. Subtly, Caelum shifted a step or two back. He truly had no wish to be right where the priest could shift his – likely violent, given Pondwater’s actions – attention upon him.
Looks fun, will keep an eye on it.
Nova



“The other problem being us, huh,” Nova raised her brows, somewhere between offended and amused. “Well, you’re right we should take care of this guy first, though,” she agreed with a light shrug. She glanced at the player who struggled with bringing the man to his feet, slinging him across a shoulder. “Here, let me,” she offered, going around so as to help support him from the other side. “I’m Nova, by the way.”

There was little chatter on the way, and it was kind of slow going, given two of them had to drag an unconscious person between them. Nova rubbernecked around as much as she could, marveling at how expanded, how real the city was now.

It took a few minutes before they made it to a deserted street, and to an unknown house. Whether it was Windstar’s home, or merely a temporary safe house was unknown. It was inconspicuous, but was fairly normal.

A silent elf butler helped them take the unconscious man downstairs at Eunice’s direction. It was kind of awkward to do that without a stretcher, but they managed.

Then, they returned to the first floor, sat around, and Windstar told her tale. “An empty void,” she muttered thoughtfully, thinking of those guards’ reactions who’d thought her mentally unstable.

“A drive to know?” she scoffed. “Didn’t you say earlier you had to protect that man from being questioned?” she asked dubiously. Nova didn’t mistrust Eunice per say, but did find it strange she’d trusted them as easily, given everything.

“You’re right I won’t go telling others, though,” she confirmed with a head shake. It’d be way too troublesome trying to spread this, and would cause chaos, anyways. But if she found trustworthy others though…Well, at least she could bring them to Eunice – unless the woman wouldn’t be available, of course. Curious about that point, she asked, “Do you already have any plans what you’ll do, or do you intend to decide after we tell you what we do?”

Regardless of Eunice’s answer, Nova would nod, and say, “Alright, then.”

“You said you wanted to know our side of things, huh. Well…We’re basically people from another world, and this,” she motioned with an arm around them, “all of this, the whole world here, was just a game to us. A digital game based on a computer program – no magic involved, just technology.

“And before you ask, no, it’s not normal from our side of things to be able to travel to different worlds, technology or no. We had no magic – it wasn’t considered real, there was no evidence for it. Sure, people believed in deities, or spirits, or the afterlife, but it was all personal belief, you know? There were no spells of the kind you can find here. Oh, and we were all humans,” self-consciously, she tugged at her wolf ears, “so this is a bit of a change.”

“But, yeah, no dice on the why. We don’t even know how this could have happened. It shouldn’t have been possible based on what we know of our world,” Nova concluded.
Shei Vivem

Shei ran through the streets, hastily scrawled directions that may as well be indecipherable to another held in one hand, backpack slung on the shoulder of the other arm. The travel had taken quite a while, having started from another continent, and then she’d needed to gather some intel to find where the meeting was. Usual hunter stuff, really, but she may, may have gotten distracted by some cool local mask shop she’d happened to see, and well…Well. The rest, as they say, was history.

She peered into the distance as she weaved in between the throng of people, checking her note every then and again, comparing her self-made instructions to the streets and locales surrounding her. “Aha!” she exclaimed when she saw some unlikely individuals entering an otherwise seemingly abandoned bar some ways away. Still, she double checked the bar with the options her note enumerated – one of them was a match. Hm, so they went with this one…

By the time she arrived, those who’d arrived before here had already entered. Shei was just about to open the door, when there was some sort of disturbance inside. Curious, she yanked the door open. However, beside the tense atmosphere, and the teen ready for trouble – or perhaps trying to stay out of trouble based on his words, there was no sign of anything untoward having happened. Of course, Shei knew that appearances were deceptive. Should have activated Gyo, maybe. But…Mm, not that dangerous, yet.

Showing no signs of hesitations, she went right in. “Hey, hey, so did I miss the action, or what?” She asked cheerfully, looking around, taking in the participant. Her gaze settled on the hooded individual she assumed was the White Tiger.
Caelum Harrington

Unexpectedly, Caelum managed to run past the Shaxes and through the door unscathed. When he saw them injure the guy in front, then proceed to use magic, he’d thought they were all done for. But other people’s bravery got them handled, and Caelum merely weaved through easily – though not effortlessly. By the time he was out, he was shivering in fright of the near disaster he’d just managed to avoid. He stared wildly at the bleeding arm of one of the students, picturing how easily it could have been his neck spurting blood were he more unfortunate.

He didn’t even have to assist with the door, since three others kept it open just long enough for all of them to pass. When it once again shut behind them with a thud, Caelum exhaled a relieved, though lightly shuddery breath. However, he didn’t need explaining that things weren’t over yet. The fact they were still in the middle of the prison complex was telling enough. He’d caught a final glimpse of the police woman as she fought, but he wasn’t worried. She looked like she knew what she was doing, so she’d probably be fine.

As he surveyed the surroundings, thinking on how to escape and where to, Caelum noticed the dysfunctional search-light. As the student-in-lead had noted, this is what their rescuer must have meant when she said that Pondwater’s Vision was taken out. Unlike Barney, Caelum wasn’t so sure that Pondwater needed to go enable the search light himself, though. Couldn’t he just order a minion of his to do so? Regardless, it was worrying that they didn’t know how much time they had.

Caelum was still in the middle of formulating a sensible escape plan, when cattle prod bearing guard discovered them. He felt a chill go through him at the sight of the weapon. He froze for barely a moment, in which some of the others had already begun to scatter. Bracing himself with an inhale, he did the same, taking care not to go anywhere near that guard.

Without a firm idea of where to go, he found himself following Barney, though the other man was quite a bit ahead of him already. Though he went the same way, in between the pens and the fence, he didn’t manage to catch up immediately. Caelum pushed himself past the burn in his legs, but he’d had to hide behind one of the pens several times, but not ever in the same spot as Barney – which might have been for the better. Not that he knew much about it, but he thought two people next to each other might be easier to find.

As he ran and hid, he did his best to ignore the human corpses – empty shells empty of anything a genuine body should have. They were just…hung over ropes like laundry. Caelum didn’t know if they were dead, or not. Death might have been better compared to the possibility that they were tortured in that strange way while alive. Not that any of the victims gave away any inkling of being affected, so perhaps they weren’t capable of feeling anything anyhow. Small mercy, that.

He really didn’t have the freedom to spare these unknowns much thought. As far as he knew, they might not be human the way he and his companions were. If they had been at one point…it didn’t matter anymore. Caelum was certain that it was due to prioritizing his own safety and wellbeing that he’d done as well as he did so far. All that was left was to head to the goal – apparently, a cathedral.

He had no idea why the other man chose that building out of all the possibilities, but he wouldn’t question it. Barney had proven quite useful when it came to tackling the challenges of this place so far. Caelum rather thought he’d be as willing to charge through, bait, or otherwise distract any danger they might encounter. Perhaps he himself wouldn’t have to do anything at all…
Nova



Akira was gazing up into the sky mindlessly when one other person approached. Based on his gear, she judged him to be another player. “He is, even though I’ve already given him a potion,” she confirmed, nodding at the man slumped besides her.

Then, from the opposite side of the ally, a robed one approached. When the hood fell off, Akira gasped, “Windstar?” in recognition. She was already half-up when the woman motioned irritably for her to calm down and stay still. Akira did so, watching baffled as she quickly patched up the gash on her forearm, then got working on the messenger.

“Questions…I don’t even know to start, I’ve got so many,” she muttered quietly. Another player, who’d appeared when she hadn’t been paying attention, got in a question first.

Akira ruffled her hair – upon passing by her fluffy canine ears, she remembered she’d decided to take on the role of Nova. Not like we’re two different people. Doesn’t mean I have to think like a native either, she determined.

“Yeah, that’s important, the city hasn’t ever been attacked when– before.” She’d been about to say when this all had been a game, but stopped in the last second to change tracks. “I’ve kinda been wondering…Do you remember us? You’re, uh…known as a sort of helper to us pla– err, adventurers. But you must have met so many…” Nova trailed off, staring at Eunice incomprehensibly.

It was wild to consider that from her point of view, she’d met and helped every single person that now got trapped here. Of course, that was assuming NPCs has the same stories now as they had in game, and ‘remembered’ it. Nova didn’t even want to think about how they could have done so when they’d only been a part of the program, because it made her head hurt.
Any updates guys?


Yeah, sorry, just some bad timing on my part, since I'm in another RP that's recently started and inadvertantly neglected this one a bit.
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