Th3King0fChaos

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

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The Matthews Twins

In collaboration with: @dragonpiece

_{Location: The Bridge
Interaction: @6slyboy6 & @jdh97}

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The morning on the Xuanzang greeted the twins with a chilled room that had them bundling under their blanket for more warmth. A low consistent hum from the vents gave the room its ambiance. Soon the alarm Samuel set the night prior would ring out to wake him from his stupor. This day would be their first as Moonstrike operatives.

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Samuel awoke just as planned with the alarm, as his day is calm, he traveled around the ship to find who and what needed help with. So he took to walking around and lending a hand when he could. Talking to those around the ship, and really using this time to just relax. His time here was nothing special, but it was very calm, as he took the time to think of the different situations they could get into when they reach the planet Plenty. Mattering on how fast they are they could be in and out within a quick time, yet Samuel doesn't feel like life would make it that easy. But never wishing to put himself down, he doesn't think about it, all he does is go and help those who need it and talk to people, as his skills are not really needed at the moment.

Iris had overslept, missing the alarm entirely. However, the day seemed to be calm, requiring little haste. In her dreams, Iris figured out what she could do with her magic. Her healing magic and practice with a medical kit should come in handy for the onboard doctor. Iris headed over to the medical bay after eating breakfast. She explained to Dr. Millard about her magic and her other medical-related skills. Dr. Millard mentioned something of how to take advantage of it but that would take a few days to set up. Until it was set up Iris would just have to manually walk around the ship and see people be effective with her magic. She made small talk with the crew and spent some time familiarizing herself with the ship. She took time during her lunch to start sketching some of her favorite designs she drew on Samuel last night.

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The next day however was very different from the first, as among the relaxing times had during the first day was immediately interrupted by an abrupt stop.

Samuel didn't notice at first the problem, as he was assuming there would be a stop in the warp jumps, so when it happened he was going about his normal business, yet then he heard over the comms Natasha yell for them all to head for the bridge. Samuel was immediately sent into red alert as he sprinted over to the Bridge. As he began to look around for Iris to make sure she is alright, he didn't feel any shakes in the ship, yet he wasn't sure what was happening.

Iris was unaware of the upcoming battle until Natasha blasted over the intercom to head over to the bridge. Iris could assume it was a battle considering the intensity of her voice. Iris sprinted to the bridge to get a full understanding of what was going on. On her way there, Iris bit her bottom lip to send a signal to Samuel she was okay. Once she got to the bridge she saw Natasha and Samuel along with some of the other crewmates. Iris jogged to get over to Samuel and looked towards Natasha, "What's going on captain and what can I do?" Iris was holding on to Samuel's hand, not out of nervousness but to be ready for any magic she had to do.

Samuel noticed the bit lip and immediately did the same on his top lip as once he saw her come in he met up with her grabbed onto her hand as he waited for orders. Samuel began listening to Natasha and Ashton, as they began to figure out a game plan to get communications back online. As he took a second to compose his thoughts on how to counteract the Electro-Magnetic Currents he pulled Iris along as he headed over to the Communication systems. Samuel was slightly nervous, as he knew this was a pretty bad situation yet he steeled his resolve quickly as he pulled out a chair and sat down. He looked towards Iris as he said, "Hey Iris sit in my lap, It would make this easier". As he patted his lap preparing his magic and readying his self to counteract the multiple different vectors the EM Currents are coming from.

Iris listened to suggestions and orders. Iris has a head nod to Natasha and Ashton, confirming she could do this. Hell, she could know she could do it without Samuel but having him there would really reduce the strain just in case she had to break open a ship's bridge. Samuel pulled her to one of the communication terminals. She was ready to do this. Then Samuel offered her a comfy seat, "Don't mind if I do", as she jumps onto his lap. Iris then announced, "Ready to go when you are Amy!" Iris was plenty calm and she hoped her steadiness would help out some of the more nervous crew members.

Samuel put his arms around Iris and holds her as he began to use his intimate knowledge of electromagnetic forces to begin to trace it along the ship. Sure the ship may be able to withstand it, yet with two very similar forces coming from within and without, it makes damn sure it definitely felt it. So to avoid this, Samuel is slowly letting the magic seep into the hull as he then began intensifying it so he can allow Laurey to actually work on the comms. As once he feels confident in his magic is working he looks towards Iris as he says to her "Okay, I think it's your turn. I've negated the EM Currents from interfering with our tech". As he begins to cuddle into Iris more, as he is now keeping constant thought on his magic, so to hold he at least lets him focus easier.

Fate / Astrolabe

I'm all good

Fate / Astrolabe

@Rezod92

After reading, I think Fran would be perfect! She is such a cutie. Still funny that he woke up with her in his car.

@KoL

Fate / Astrolabe

Ismael

Name: Ismael Helstein

Personality

Ismael is a lively person with a jovial spirit. His true love is to the world and watching people happy and lively. He is a man of the world and has very few worldly possessions, he has the bare minimum to keep himself going and to do what he does and wants. He can always crack a joke or tell a story to get someone to laugh. Yet above all others, he likes to be amusing to himself. Even if it is in or out of fighting. As he is a very talkative man in a fight, while still always taking any fight seriously. Yet with all of that, all he wants to do in the end is live a life with no regrets, and help those he can along the way.

Skills

Street fighting-
Ismael's constant veritable situations had led him to learn how to fight smarter and without much form. Having a more wide skill set rather than a very focused style of fighting. Giving him an edge in many different scenarios and giving him proficiency with improvised/blunt weapons, and improvised thrown weapons. This made him a very dangerous person to fight in a bar as he is in a weapon rich environment to throw objects and smash them into the opponent. Yet having him be at a disadvantage against others at his level with focus as he has no style and nothing truly honed down as a true 'Martial art'.

Expert Mechanic-
After years of working on vehicles and even making plenty of his own, he has now become an expert in maintaining and creating vehicles, as that is the reason why he is able to upkeep and maintain his very upgraded car.

Linguistic Genius-
After years of learning different languages and traveling, Ismael has learned to pick up on languages quickly, yet he has quite a few languages in his repertoire as

Expert Driver-
After years of street racing and driving, Ismael knows how to push his machine to the limit. Dipping and weaving with ease, as he has the utmost confidence in his skill as he is more than willing to put in all forms of high-speed maneuvers.

Backstory

Being raised in a loving home, Ismael was very friendly and very active as a child. He was a very rambunctious yet sweet kid. Always smiling and happy as he followed his parents like he was glued to their hip. Yet as he grew he had become more adventurous, leaving to play outside, as he traveled further and further. Wishing to see more of his city, and eventually the world.

As when he hit the age where he was needing to go to school he started taking very serious care into his studies, with his favorite subjects being languages and literature. As he grew his father began taking him under his wing to start learning his family's business, an old mechanic shop. There he learned the love of vehicles and even began using it to closer with his father, as eventually, it came with a wish to make his own ride to travel the world.

Now reaching his teenage years, he had gained a bit of an adventurous heart to him, taking the vehicles they worked on and started to take them on joy rides. This fostered a love to go to remote areas, may if be in abandoned buildings, parks, and even the Grand Canyon if he could get away with it. He used the freedom to do as he wished. To travel to climb and to do as he pleases, making him more and more daring and more willing to explore, even if it ends up with him in a bad situation.

He normally found himself at the bad end of someone's list, yet after years of this, he learned how to defend himself with some less than standard fighting. He fought like those he gets caught by, like a thug and a gangster. Originally he learned to street fight out of necessity because he didn't want to die, yet he found joy and love to fight. He thought it was fun and exhilarating to fight. So he began being more daring, not fearing those around him, and even took it as a way to clean up some of the streets around his neighborhood.

Years later into his growth he had now reached a point in his life to strike out on his own for his own adventure. Yet first, he needed a vehicle, something he can call his own, so he set to work. Having his father help him with getting the parts, Ismael made a car with enough aftermarket parts to be a pure custom project, all within a very simplistic frame. Yet it has enough power to outrun any on market vehicles, even able to outrun many sports cars with ease.

With his newly built ride, he left to travel the US and put it through its paces, finding the most fun in life to travel. He traveled in his vehicle, slept in it, and ate in it, yet he always took care of it. As he made both friends and enemies along his adventure, he always held a smile.

Soon he left for Europe doing much the same there as he did in the US learning the cultures, making friends, and having fun. Soon he continued to the south, then the east, learning more and more as he travels. He took to learning their language and culture as he made friends there. Fought those he found at ends with, and then moved on to find more adventure.

Wishing to continue his adventure he found himself in Japan, the land of the rising sun. He has spent a year in Japan so far, learning the language, adapting to the culture, and getting into the occasional street race. Sure his vehicle is very strange, as the steering wheel is on the left side of the car instead of the right, but no laws don't stop him from using his vehicle. Yet, one day he woke up with a strange tattoo on his hand and a stranger laying with him in his car, he doesn't even remember drinking the night prior.

Appearance

Standing at 6'2 Ismael is a tall man, and being 185 lbs as well as being well-built means he is no weak man. He has bright blue eyes with short dark black hair.

Extra Stuff

Alignment: Chaotic Good, the individual is more important than the law.
Age: 24
Birthday: June 20th
Blood type: O-
Place of Birth: North America, Arizona
Languages: English, French, German, Italian, Spanish, Japanese, Greek, Arabic, and Chinese. In all of these languages, he is fluent in both speaking and reading.

Education: He had a very good education from his family and also him being apart of a good charter school. Here he loved Language as he wished to learn as many as he can so he could go traveling.

{Habits & Quirks}
- While in pain he will whistle.
- Always fires finger guns when trying to cheer up someone or when he feels awkward.
- When he is in the middle of training or fighting he can sometimes be seen humming. Why? To keep focused. Another reason, so he can feel cooler.
- He will talk while fighting as it is quite fun for him as it also keeps him concentrated.

{Hobbies}
- Playing guitar.
- He loves to explore abandoned buildings.
- Working on vehicles.
- Watching action movies.
- Playing board games.
- Trying to solve puzzles and riddles.

{Likes}
- Pizza, Hawaiian style or Barbecue Chicken.
- Gatherings: like the happy kind, parties and stuff.
- Music: Rock, Classic rock, Nu metal, Rap Rock, alternative metal, and Jpop (He doesn't want anyone to know though).
- Movies: The Matrix trilogy and Boondock saints.
- Riding in his car.
- People being happy.

{Dislikes}
- Being told what to do.
- Rude people.
- Complacency.
- Arrogance.

{Fears}
- Losing a limb. Specifically his arms.
- Death.
- Spiders.

{Talents}
- He is able to pick up on combat skills quickly and easily, having the ability to see the move and understand how and why it works.
- He is a talented Mechanic, wherewith the bare minimum he is able to upkeep and maintain his car.
- Ismael has been known to be a good cook.
- Is a decent singer and able to play these instruments: Guitar, piano, and harmonica.

His Car: Delilah

A good looking car, it looks very nice and well kept, yet it does not tell the full story of what this car can truly do.

A 4 door sedan, it has all the natural comforts that a car can have, except quite a few extras:

- The back seats can drop back into the trunk of the car to make a large bed to either store large things, or to sleep on with comfort.

- There are false bottoms to give increase storage space, like a spare tire, his clothing, bathing, and living supplies, and almost an entire workshop of tools he would need to maintain his vehicle or other vehicles.

Yet that is not where the end of the customization, as everything under the hood, is monstrous.

- Clocking in at with an impressive 0-60 of under 2 seconds.

- And a maximum speed of 200 miles per hour.

- With high traction control, the car is able to be switched between high precision control, to loose traction, for both tight control to loose drifting.

Fate / Astrolabe

<Snipped quote by Th3King0fChaos>

I'll say a good thing first, it is a very detailed sheet. I just have some worries.

Firstly, His sense of smell is much too good if he can smell blood that well. If it was magus-enhanced that is one thing, but he is for the most part a normal guy so it seems a little off. Especially since its just 'the smell of blood'.

Secondly, I need to ask why he needs a car of all things inside of one of the most optimised (for trains) metropolis. Especially since the premise of the rp is going into different 'domains' as well as having to navigate the city to find them, A car just isn't the most optimal thing for this, Unless of course your implying its effectively also his 'mobile base/he lives in it' then that's fine. Im just curious what the intent is behind the car is all.

@1Charak2

The smell of blood thing was because I thought it was cool. So if you don't want me to have it or reduce it I think that is fine.

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The intent of the car was to be a mobile base/somewhere for him to live as I think that's really cool.

Fate / Astrolabe

Ismael

Name: Ismael Helstein

Personality

Ismael is a lively person with a jovial spirit. His true love is to the world and watching people happy and lively. He is a man of the world and has very few worldly possessions, he has the bare minimum to keep himself going and to do what he does and wants. He can always crack a joke or tell a story to get someone to laugh. Yet above all others, he likes to be amusing to himself. Even if it is in or out of fighting. As he is a very talkative man in a fight, while still always taking any fight seriously. Yet with all of that, all he wants to do in the end is live a life with no regrets, and help those he can along the way.

Skills

Street fighting-
Ismael's constant veritable situations had led him to learn how to fight smarter and without much form. Having a more wide skill set rather than a very focused style of fighting. Giving him an edge in many different scenarios and giving him proficiency with improvised/blunt weapons, and improvised thrown weapons. This made him a very dangerous person to fight in a bar as he is in a weapon rich environment to throw objects and smash them into the opponent. Yet having him be at a disadvantage against others at his level with focus as he has no style and nothing truly honed down as a true 'Martial art'.

Expert Mechanic-
After years of working on vehicles and even making plenty of his own, he has now become an expert in maintaining and creating vehicles, as that is the reason why he is able to upkeep and maintain his very upgraded car.

Linguistic Genius-
After years of learning different languages and traveling, Ismael has learned to pick up on languages quickly, yet he has quite a few languages in his repertoire as

Expert Driver-
After years of street racing and driving, Ismael knows how to push his machine to the limit. Dipping and weaving with ease, as he has the utmost confidence in his skill as he is more than willing to put in all forms of high-speed maneuvers.

Backstory

Being raised in a loving home, Ismael was very friendly and very active as a child. He was a very rambunctious yet sweet kid. Always smiling and happy as he followed his parents like he was glued to their hip. Yet as he grew he had become more adventurous, leaving to play outside, as he traveled further and further. Wishing to see more of his city, and eventually the world.

As when he hit the age where he was needing to go to school he started taking very serious care into his studies, with his favorite subjects being languages and literature. As he grew his father began taking him under his wing to start learning his family's business, an old mechanic shop. There he learned the love of vehicles and even began using it to closer with his father, as eventually, it came with a wish to make his own ride to travel the world.

Now reaching his teenage years, he had gained a bit of an adventurous heart to him, taking the vehicles they worked on and started to take them on joy rides. This fostered a love to go to remote areas, may if be in abandoned buildings, parks, and even the Grand Canyon if he could get away with it. He used the freedom to do as he wished. To travel to climb and to do as he pleases, making him more and more daring and more willing to explore, even if it ends up with him in a bad situation.

He normally found himself at the bad end of someone's list, yet after years of this, he learned how to defend himself with some less than standard fighting. He fought like those he gets caught by, like a thug and a gangster. Originally he learned to street fight out of necessity because he didn't want to die, yet he found joy and love to fight. He thought it was fun and exhilarating to fight. So he began being more daring, not fearing those around him, and even took it as a way to clean up some of the streets around his neighborhood.

Years later into his growth he had now reached a point in his life to strike out on his own for his own adventure. Yet first, he needed a vehicle, something he can call his own, so he set to work. Having his father help him with getting the parts, Ismael made a car with enough aftermarket parts to be a pure custom project, all within a very simplistic frame. Yet it has enough power to outrun any on market vehicles, even able to outrun many sports cars with ease.

With his newly built ride, he left to travel the US and put it through its paces, finding the most fun in life to travel. He traveled in his vehicle, slept in it, and ate in it, yet he always took care of it. As he made both friends and enemies along his adventure, he always held a smile.

Soon he left for Europe doing much the same there as he did in the US learning the cultures, making friends, and having fun. Soon he continued to the south, then the east, learning more and more as he travels. He took to learning their language and culture as he made friends there. Fought those he found at ends with, and then moved on to find more adventure.

Wishing to continue his adventure he found himself in Japan, the land of the rising sun. He has spent a year in Japan so far, learning the language, adapting to the culture, and getting into the occasional street race. Sure his vehicle is very strange, as the steering wheel is on the left side of the car instead of the right, but no laws don't stop him from using his vehicle. Yet, one day he woke up with a strange tattoo on his hand and a stranger laying with him in his car, he doesn't even remember drinking the night prior.

Appearance

Standing at 6'2 Ismael is a tall man, and being 185 lbs as well as being well-built means he is no weak man. He has bright blue eyes with short dark black hair.

Extra Stuff

Alignment: Chaotic Good, the individual is more important than the law.
Age: 24
Birthday: June 20th
Blood type: O-
Place of Birth: North America, Arizona
Languages: English, French, German, Italian, Spanish, Japanese, Greek, Arabic, and Chinese. In all of these languages, he is fluent in both speaking and reading.

Education: He had a very good education from his family and also him being apart of a good charter school. Here he loved Language as he wished to learn as many as he can so he could go traveling.

{Habits & Quirks}
- While in pain he will whistle.
- Always fires finger guns when trying to cheer up someone or when he feels awkward.
- When he is in the middle of training or fighting he can sometimes be seen humming. Why? To keep focused. Another reason, so he can feel cooler.
- He will talk while fighting as it is quite fun for him as it also keeps him concentrated.

{Hobbies}
- Playing guitar.
- He loves to explore abandoned buildings.
- Working on vehicles.
- Watching action movies.
- Playing board games.
- Trying to solve puzzles and riddles.

{Likes}
- Pizza, Hawaiian style or Barbecue Chicken.
- Gatherings: like the happy kind, parties and stuff.
- Music: Rock, Classic rock, Nu metal, Rap Rock, alternative metal, and Jpop (He doesn't want anyone to know though).
- Movies: The Matrix trilogy and Boondock saints.
- Riding in his car.
- People being happy.

{Dislikes}
- Being told what to do.
- Rude people.
- Complacency.
- Arrogance.

{Fears}
- Losing a limb. Specifically his arms.
- Death.
- Spiders.

{Talents}
- He is able to pick up on combat skills quickly and easily, having the ability to see the move and understand how and why it works.
- He is a talented Mechanic, wherewith the bare minimum he is able to upkeep and maintain his car.
- Ismael has been known to be a good cook.
- Is a decent singer and able to play these instruments: Guitar, piano, and harmonica.

His Car: Delilah

A good looking car, it looks very nice and well kept, yet it does not tell the full story of what this car can truly do.

A 4 door sedan, it has all the natural comforts that a car can have, except quite a few extras:

- The back seats can drop back into the trunk of the car to make a large bed to either store large things, or to sleep on with comfort.

- There are false bottoms to give increase storage space, like a spare tire, his clothing, bathing, and living supplies, and almost an entire workshop of tools he would need to maintain his vehicle or other vehicles.

Yet that is not where the end of the customization, as everything under the hood, is monstrous.

- Clocking in at with an impressive 0-60 of under 2 seconds.

- And a maximum speed of 200 miles per hour.

- With high traction control, the car is able to be switched between high precision control, to loose traction, for both tight control to loose drifting.

Yggdrasil Chronicles: Iron Grip

@Whoami

Sorry I have lost interest and will not be playing. I do wish you guys the best, as it does look fun.

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

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Abaddon & Dr.Millard

In collaboration with: @dragonpiece

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Millard had spent the entire time, the briefing was being held inspecting each person. He was not impressed, sure many of them were soldiers during the war, and each of them was some form of space wizard, however, none of that impressed him. They may have accomplished quite a few things during the war, yet he has little faith in their mental capacities. Sure some may be geniuses, yet they seem to be literal children with their actions. Millard didn't mind the slight playfulness, honestly, if they weren't playful at all, he thinks they would be extremely boring to him. Yet as he watches, each Star Marine had very little that showed their maturity. Some tried to feign maturity, yet others seemed to hold themselves differently. Not because of age, yet because of how they were brought up and what life threw at them. However, one stuck out like a sore thumb to him, Narvia. To Millard, Narvia is a liability rather than an asset. She at first seemed to be this young kind girl, yet on the simple remembrance that a damn lemon bar brought, she nearly broke down into a sobbing mess, needing multiple people to support her just to stop her from crying. Yes, they may be soldiers, yet this told him more than he needed to know: Some are truly kids.

Once the briefing was over, Millard just left, he needed a cigarette. Really, he needed more than that, he needed to get his mind off of things, because in honesty, he didn't find much to like about the kids. Was it unfair that he was bunching all the kids with the few things he saw? Yes. Does he care? No. One of them thought it was a good or proper thing to wish to stop him from smoking and Trajan from drinking, through taking their desired vice. Did Trajan need to stop before he hit the floor? Yes. Did that matter? No. Millard was more than willing to decide to not smoke in front of her, he just finds it annoying that Narvia girl also threw in that extra remark about smoking while crying, made him feel like she might have been fishing for some form of cutesy comfort, yet Millard won't hold that against her, he'll just have to make sure she takes extra care before she does something she will live to regret.

Millard made it to his room as he sat down and just leaned back in his chair as he looked at the ceiling as he left himself to his thoughts. He is trying to at least clear his pallet of what he saw today of the kids, maybe when he interacts with them in a one-on-one setting it will be different. Maybe today was a bad day, Millard doesn't know but he'll at least give it a shot, maybe he was just too moody today? Who knows? Yet immediately after some of these thoughts, he saw a large fellow walk in and set down some 'medication' for him and asked if he wished to party. Like any good soldier he said, "Hell yeah, I'd like to party".

Abaddon sat down on Millard's bed and started to infuse himself with the good old Rau've drugs. "Today was not the best day was it?" Once he got the use out of the needle he tossed it in a bag then threw it into the trash can.

Millard watched as Abaddon sat down and injected himself with what looked like some more of the Rau've stuff. Millard knew of this stuff because of Abaddon, as he asked if a Kaisoken could get high, and well other than magic, that was the literal only other thing known that can. As Abaddon threw a question out that made Millard lean back as he had the bottle of alcohol in his hand, "Not at all. It could have been better for sure". Millard takes a swig from the bottle as he continues, "On the same topic, how did you feel about the kids?" Millard wished to know Abaddon's opinion of the little super 'soldiers', maybe Abaddon saw something he didn't.

Abaddon had a feeling that it was going to be a drink out of the bottle night but at the start? He could tell that Millard was holding some judgments in him."Well, some are okay, some are damaged, some of them cry. Other than that, I was left with a mild distaste for them. I thought more of them would be more soldier-like. I have read a lot and describing some of them as Star Marines is truly a disservice to the Marines." Abaddon pulled out a very nice pack of cigarettes, "I brought you some more considering you were mugged by a little girl", Abaddon turned away to laugh a bit as that was funny as hell.

Millard listened to Abaddon as he described how he saw the children. Millard agreed with Abaddon on this one, Star Marines. Millard knew many Marines, these kids didn't even fit the bill for what a Marine is, well one of them was big enough to be mistaken as a Marine, yet he is the only one, the rest look like some kids who were thrust into combat. Millard took a breath as he is here to forget that, not keep harping over it, as he looked back to find Abaddon had produced a pack of cigarettes for him. He laughed as he said, "Yeah, she robbed me blind with that one. But at least some good came out of it". As he took one out as he started to smoke it as he continued, "You really do buy the good ones. I just stick to the cheap shit you can find on station". As he leaned back and started lean back in his chair as he said, "Well, we're here with them. I suppose to get to know them more closely would be easier than holding this slight taste in the mouth." As Millard looked towards Abaddon as he says, "Well, I hope they can be a help. I was wondering, who would be helpful to the jobs here? I hope one of them has healing magic". Millard lets his mind wander a little as he tries to figure out who had what magic.

"What can I say? The idea of buying cheap just feels wrong to me. If I can afford to buy rich then I do. Now why I'm buying things that I can't even try is a mystery to me as well." Millard's idea on how to deal with some of these negative ideas is to get to know them, "Maybe, I believe that some of them didn't get to show their maturity, some I am ready to be more disappointed as we get to know them. I will tell you that if Ariel steals my drugs I will have some words with her." It was a good question about their powers, "Except for the ones who straight up said their skills, you can make an assumption that one of the twins has a healing skill. Other than that, I have no clue. It's amazing how little you can tell sometimes, speaking from personal experience. Mirrorshard's magic would have been quite a fight for them." Abaddon laid back and rested his head on his hands, trying to not destroy Millard's pillow. "I really wanted to fight Mirrorshard! I feel like it's been ages since I had a decent fight. He may have at least stirred my spirit a little! But no, I sent him on a false mission. Well whatever, what's done is done." The drugs were hitting different today, maybe it's because he wanted to escape the den of emotions that was the meeting room, maybe it was him injecting more than usual, who knows?

"Eh it would make sense one of the twin kids would have it. They would probably want to look out for the other". Millard hoped Ariel wasn't their 'healer', or she will have to get over a lot of things fast, like his smoking. Millard listened, needing no need to talk, he hoped that what Abaddon said was true. Some of the kids being more mature than their introduction let on, hell, he was unable to see a few introduce themselves, so he was interested in those people, yet still, he had to just hope. As Abaddon spoke of Mirrodshard, Millard didn't leave the ship, because someone needed to keep the ship safe. And while that was happening he was straightening up his office. So Millard had no clue who this Mirrorshard was, nor his skill, so he asked Abaddon to enlighten him, "Huh, what could that Mirrorshard guy do? He seemed interesting at least".

Abaddon sat up, excited to talk about his student. Abbadon's voice was almost giddy in a way as he spoke of Mirrorshard "Well, first of all, it turns out my message is spreading. He had limbs and everything! Oh, how I wanted to test his mettle. But anyway, he was a swordsman, using his arm as the sword. But his magic was truly splendid, especially for how young he was. He was a bonafide mage slayer. If they would have fought him, I'm almost sure that they would have lost a great amount. I can only imagine him choking the last bit of life out of one of them, sucking every bit of mana. Oh, he was truly a monster in his own right. Not only was his magic superb, but I could also tell from his structure he was truly durable, I'm not sure normal explosives would be enough to damage him. You would need magic. But then that is where he would act as a mirror returning everything beautifully to the owner." Abaddon realized he was getting carried away. He gave a cough, "Anyway, he would have been a very difficult fight."

"Ah I see. Sounds like a real pain in the ass". Millard said once Abaddon finished his loving remarks of Mirrorshard. As Millard thought about what the kids came in carrying, most of them had very few weapons with them, most of them must have been heavily magic reliant, not bad, yet in situations like this, that is a death sentence. But Millard makes the remark afterward as he says, "Hmm, must have been a great feeling for you. To know such a great student had sought you. I was wondering though, how old is the boy?" Millard was interested because if he was younger then he would be slightly less dangerous as he would be inexperienced still.

"Mirrorshard is only past his first century. He is technically an adult but compared to me and many other Kaisoken, he is still a child. I'm happy to guide the youth though, I see it as a noble duty for the old to teach the young. Even if leading them to their destiny ends up cutting your own short. However, many Kaisoken of my age or less try to preserve the world they grew in, hampering the previous generations", Abbadon's tone had shifted to one of self-reflection, "I have seen many passionate men and women have their ambition snuffed out by our unchanging ways. I believe if I can create a path for change, whether for my beliefs or not, then maybe I can grow old as well."

"Ah, a beautiful dream. One I hold similar sentiments to". Millard was in a bit of contemplation as he thought about why he was here. Then not too long after he thought about really anything else, as he said as he just remembered, "Ah fuck. The kids are at that age. I think I need to deal with them before they run off and do something they live to regret." He thought about it, but as he stood up he felt the alcohol hit him as he then said, "Ahh, nope, I'll leave that for tomorrow", as he sits back down and leans back, knowing this will probably be where he sleeps for the night.

Abaddon could see how hammered Millard was, it might be best to put the doctor to sleep, any more and he might puke. Abaddon grabbed the drugs and put them in his bag, leaving the weed as it was legal. He now pulled the lemon bars out and set them in front of the doctor "I'm going to get you some actual food. Drink some water while I'm gone." With that Abaddon went out of the room and headed to the kitchen to procure something to keep a hole out of Millard's stomach.

Millard watches as Abaddon gets up and starts cleaning things up. Millard thought it was fair, he felt the drunkenness in his legs as Abaddon leaves him some snacks to hold him over until he comes back. Millard waves to Abaddon as he says, "Thank you, I'll make sure to stay put". Once he leaves, Millard opens up his minifridge to grab one of his many water bottles, as he drinks it quickly and starts munching on the Lemon Bars as he waits, thinking how he will talk to the kids about the more non-pg things couples can do.

Once Abaddon gets back, Millard eats for a bit before he heads off to bed. Knowing someone might want to ruin his sleep by waking him up because of their wish to see him be a 'Good' Doctor. All while Abaddon leaves to start working more on the ship, there was still quite a bit to be done before he could start to rest.

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

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Tarak

_{Location: The Cargo Hold
Interaction: @Landaus Five-One
Mention: @dragonpiece & @samakama}

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Tarak had left Trajan's room and started his silent walk to the Cargo bay. His mind was calm as he started to tap open his forearm mounted Omni-tool that is connected to his padded bodysuit, as he started to key up and look up music. As he found a Collection of Music that he listened to many times before, but still thought was great. So with a small smile, he pressed play, yet no sound came out. No, the music started to play in his head. His spinal cybernetic connected to his brain stem and connects to his brain which allows him to link directly to his Omni tool and with special modifications, he is able to even link up to power armors to increase his combat effectiveness in them.

Once he found his music, he began his stroll down to the Cargo Hold. His mind was calm as he was just listening to music as he quietly started to open the door to the Twin's room to check on them. He saw Samuel fast asleep as Iris was awake and drawing on him. Tarak had a smile on his face as he slowly stepped away and allowed the door to quietly close. As he continued as he just looked around the area, not only getting to know the place but also where people decided to sleep for the night. As once he made a few mental notes, he started to finally stop making detours and get what he needs before he heads off to bed.

However, it seemed he was not the first to be down here. Tarak didn't take too much of a mind to it, he just deactivated the music from going into one of his ears as he was here with both Ariel Narvia. As he started to look around for his stuff as almost immediately on his entrance Narvia spoke to him about why he was here. Tarak listened to Narvia as he learned she was here to find things for making Kebabs, now with th4e mention of food, Tarak realizes he hasn't eaten, he hasn't felt hungry, yet he knew he should eat soon. Yet he still had to do things before he did anything else so he answered Narvia's first little set of questions with a smile, "Ah I was here to grab my things and transition them into my room. I wish I had the time to help you guys cook. But I do need to do some transitional stuff before I can relax. You know equipment can be finicky".

After that, Narvia asked about allergies the Twins' had, he thought as he checked his mental list and started to list them out, "Ah Allergies that the Twins' have, well Iris has no food allergies, Samuel has quite a few. Samuel can't have anything with peanuts, soy, shellfish, mustard, celery, and I think Sulphur Dioxide. If I remember it is a preservative for some dried fruits, meats and is present in a few other things like some alcohols. So if you can dodge those things he would appreciate it". As once Tarak came out of his mental list, he gave them a smile and thumbs up. As he started to collect his box or two of items as he throws them on top of each other and started to lift them with ease as he started to leave, yet noticed Narvia looked towards him with eyes that screamed wait. As he stopped and looked at her as it seemed she had something on her mind as she asked him a very interesting question.

Narvia asked Tarak something that he has known the answer to since he was a kid, she asked him what he does when someone threatens his family or friends. Tarak never had blood family, he had bonds with others he considered family, yet this answer was easy for him to respond to, yet he knew he shouldn't. Tarak looked to Narvia with a slightly saddened expression as he said to her, "Ah well…I…never had family…Like blood family. I know why you ask…honestly I am not the best to ask…I never really dealt with that…I think asking someone like Iris would be better…she probably dealt with this so it is better to ask her opinion, after all, she's been protected and has protected Samuel since they were kids".

Tarak said with a smile that told them he was sorry for not being of any help. Tarak knew his answer, yet he wished not to tell her. He knew Iris would have a better answer for Narvia, one that wasn't so…gruesome. As he took his things as he says to both Ariel and Narvia, "Well good night. I'll see you two in the morning". As Tarak began to leave, heading to his room to start putting things away and checking them in case they were messed up in the transition over.

Fate/Astrolabe

I am very interested.