Th3King0fChaos

Dragonier (Medieval Fantasy, Dragon Riders, Magic, War)

@TheMerlin

I'm really liking what you did for Avalan.

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

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The Doctor & Nurse

In collaboration with: @dragonpiece

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---After the conference---

Iris' alone time

As Iris laid with Samuel, comforting him until he fell asleep. Iris started to sit up in bed, keeping a hand on Samuel's head. He must have tired out from the fight. Iris stayed there with him for a few minutes, lightly ruffling his hair. It felt dirty the same way it does after working out. Knowing him he was probably called to the fight in the middle of training with Tarak. I barely even know what happened. I only know about the pillar that Alan was producing. Iris played with Samuel's hair while she let it sink in what leaving her brother meant. It may have just been for the day but that was already too much. He had to run to a fight tired and concerned. Without me. he had to run there tired, concerned and weakened because of me. Thank God things went relatively smoothly. But so many things could have gone wrong and I wasn't there.

The influx of guilt was starting to feel overwhelming to Iris. She had always been there during the war. If they were ever seperated she would tear through the battlefield to get to him. A part of her wanted to just say their was no way she could've known that their first day in the Bazaar would have been filled with conflict but they doesn't apply anymore. They are traitors to the Ascendency. Conflict should be expected daily. She let herself get comfortable. Start acting like she could have the life she wanted.

Iris was usually insightful to her emotional state and how to exhibit control over her self. She could feel her control was slipping as the guilt was heavy. The discipline instilled in her from her time with the Ascendency kicked in as she shifted gears to be more solider like again. Well, I need to get going. I got to do injury reports on all the combatants who returned, Purge records on the deserters, get Klein and Jude registered in the system.

Iris was fully out of bed and about to leave their room when she realized she should write a message for Samuel that she was heading off. Iris went to bump heads one more time before leaving. As she got close she could now smell something dreadful. Oh God Samuel is stinky. She changes her note to "I had to go, for your stench is stronger than my want to stay in bed. Love Iris." As she left the room Iris decided it might be best to bathe as well just in case Samuel's smell rubbed off on her.

After a quick shower, Iris went to start expunging the records. She checked to see if Amy ever texted her back, no response yet, she must still be sleeping. I'll do my best to cover for her with Natasha when she wakes up. When Iris made it to the med bay she noticed the doctor was still out. It makes sense with how little sleep he got to finish our system. With Millard not being here, the tasks Iris could do were severely limited. She tied he hair back and started to do the physical tasks such as running to the bottom of the ship where the backup solid state drives were. A hassle considering the placement of them. She went through the files and started collecting anything that has the deserters names. They may have abandoned us but in case of our capture, they shouldn't be roped in by the documents carried on the ship.

The Doctor is in

Almost 2 hours after Iris started working, a loud blaring alarm resounds the metal walls of the infirmary, the alarm sounds as if a gong resounded and almost bounced off of the walls. As the storage closet door swings wide open as a tired-looking Millard steps out with what looks like a coffee mug as he takes a swig of it and looks around. His eyes land on Iris and looks surprised and says, "Oh damn. You're here early. What'cha get done while I was out?" As Millard walks over to where Iris was and starts grabbing the work she has done so he can look it over. Sure she hasn't worked under this kind of work before yet she seemed to have done some good work.

Millard looks at the information and the documents as he waits for her response, maybe it is the situation at hand. The kids did get handed down a punishment, he was unsure what it was yet he didn't want to ask for the fact that it might be the thing bothering her. So if it comes up more fluidly then it'd make sense he would ask, but right now they need to work.

Millard popping out of the supply closet was momentarily startling. She released a quick breath, as she looked to just double check it was Millard. As Millard started to look over her work, she pulled out the correct paperwork to prove to him that she had been down in the solid-state data storage room. While she finished up the form "I decided I would clean up and write up some of the reports," Iris leaned back in her chair as she pushed back to give Millard room. "I also went all the way down to the server room to grab the backup storage on the people that left."

After finishing her short update to Millard, Iris stood up and stretched. Iris went over to the coffee machine to make her coffee. While sipping the hot coffee Iris looked back at Millard, "Was that nap enough to keep you going doctor?" Iris knew it was enough but hey this is office small talk.

Millard was happy she had the initiative to get so much done before he got up to work. She ran down to get all the physical stuff and did the bulk work before he even got there. 'What a thoughtful girl', Millard was happy to have such a good and helpful assistant. Honestly it helped immensely that all the bulk was gone so he could more critical about the important stuff. Millard lightly pats Iris on the back before she gets up with a, "This is great work, thank you", as he gives her a smile.

As she got up to get some coffee Millard began to get ready to look at the most important pieces, the data on what happened to everybody when the incident with Alan happened. He knew Alan would probably take up the bulk of his time so he put him towards the back of the list. Soon enough once Iris' coffee was done she started to make some small talk. Millard gave a slight chuckle and a, "Yeah, it'll be enough. How about you? How are you holding up with the punishment given out?" Millard thought right now might be a good time, after all, Iris seemed to have been in a decent mood.

Iris watches Dr. Millard make his way to Alan's report. It was complicated considering that everything happened to him. To Iris's surprise, Millard asked her about their punishment. Iris rolled her eyes nonchalantly, "Honestly the punishment is pretty lax. It's not really a punishment. We just got to eat rations for the next few days. He says he is going to take out snacks but that's fine. You think you can hide my stash?" Iris gave Millard a cute smile, hoping he would. Honestly, if Joey tried to take her shit there will be retribution.

Millard heard the punishment Joey handed out and he realized that it would affect him too, as he let out a sigh and a, "Fack!" Millard had realized that this punishment wasn't just idiotic as it looped in people literally not involved, but it also included himself, and Millard would not stand for this. As Iris spoke, it was made clear very quickly however that she wanted him to hide her snacks. Millard had a like for Iris, she was cute, helpful, and actually did work, unlike the other little Marines. He gave a small smile and a pat on the head as he said, "Of course, just grab me what you want me to hide, and then I'll make sure Joey won't find it". Millard knew Joey wouldn't find it, Millard has been the master of napping, to the point only one person can find him with some consistency, and that is Abaddon, the man who spent thousands of years figuring out how to nap.

Iris was quite pleased knowing her precious snacks will survive the punishment Joey was planning. Iris made her way back to the work table, "I'll bring them by during lunch. I got the snacks in my and Amy's room. Maybe 200 credits worth or so, think you can handle that?" Iris grabbed the papers Millard finished approving and went to digitize them. After being digitized, Iris activated her molecular deconstruction spell and simply dropped the papers through the field. The paper broke down into something similar to sawdust while the ink went greasy. And the dye from the paper broke down into dozens of different ingredients. She tossed the remains into the incinerator to be extra cautious.

Millard listened to Iris as she said she had around 200 credits worth of snacks, he wasn't sure how much that could really mean, mattering how she spent it could be a large crate to a decent-sized box. However, Millard knew how to hide almost anything in his area. Millard had modified the infirmary to such a degree that if need be he could have almost anything in here and no one would know. As Millard watched Iris digitize the paperwork and then deconstruct it all. He had always been curious how such magic could interact with other beings, what is considered a target? Who knows, but one thing is certain, it is useful. As Millard says as he swings his seat over so he can start analyzing the data they now had to compare it between the most current, to when they were in the fight and before it.

Millard was going to start with all of the Star Marines present in the fight, he was worried that what happened might be a sad thing that might happen to Star Marines. So his worry was if the Kids might all start blowing up, so his worry right now is age. Millard went through each one and found nothing new about each Star Marine, each one had nothing new introduced to them during this time. Next came a quick look through the people who weren't in the fight, most had no change until it came to Amy, in one of the moments an extreme amount of brain activity happened as then now it is constantly going off in strange ways, almost as if she is in a constant fight. Millard looked over and realized something, Iris just said her and Amy's room. Millard thought for that moment, "Hey Iris, I think we need to check up on someone. Amy might be in some trouble". Millard stands up and starts heading over to Amy's room.

A Problem on Ship

Iris was more doing the things that needed to be done for Millard. She was not a medical expert and didn't have enough time to be a combat medic to make that up with experience. Iris understood what Millard was doing and the tasks he gave himself can be pretty taxing to do for an entire crew. Iris kept looking back at her Omni-tool under the pretext that she was making sure no one paged for help, in reality, she was hoping Amy would text her. Oh well, I'll visit her during lunch and get her up before Joey has her cleaning the ship as punishment. The words that came out of Millard's mouth sent Iris into a cold sweat. Amy's in trouble? How? I was with her just a few hours ago! Iris took off to her room. She was sprinting, not knowing what Millard could have meant by his generic phrase.

Millard took a quick run over with Iris, he was slower than the woman, yet kept up. However, he could feel the on-set on an idea that he knew could slowly creep up on him, him getting old. Uhhhh, damn it. Smoking doesn't seem to be helping this, oh no. I don't want to work out. However, Millard made it over, maybe moments after Iris, but not too far. However what was found was strange, Amy looked to be resting, yet Millard knew her brain waves were running wild. Millard looked over to Iris and through his heavy breathing he speaks out to her, "Iris grab Amy we need to bring her to the Infirmary". Millard knew he needed to think of what they needed to run to best test what was going on, as when he checked his Omni-tool, her brain activity was firing off like she was in an intense fight for her life.

Iris was ready for most things that could be happening. A seizure, injury, a combatant in the room. Maybe a failure in the infrastructure of the room. But when she used her clearance to open Amy's door there was nothing that she could see. Amy was laying where she left her. Still breathing, still sleeping. Could the censors be wrong? Iris was trying to figure out what could be happening but she was freezing. But Millard gave orders to bring her to the infirmary. Iris quickly lifted Amy with her blanket still covering her and began to do a quick walk back to the infirmary. It could be brain damage and if that was the case Iris shouldn't bounce her. Iris's actions were calm and quick but her face told a different story. She looked mortified knowing something was going on that she couldn't see. Like there was a disconnect between her face and get actions. Once they arrived at the infirmary she gently laid Amy on one of the prepared beds. Waiting for Millard's instructions before proceeding.

Millard was looking at his Omni tool the entire walk over. He was trying to figure out what was happening. Out of most people here, she was a mind mage, so something like this could be possible. Yet Millard has no clue what's happening, her race apparently can use mind magic, so for it to happen where her magic goes wild shouldn't be a thing, yet that could be the only thing happening. Nothing else is happening, her body isn't reacting in a wild manner, hell, even her physical body isn't even registering this, yet something is happening. Once they arrived at the infirmary Amy was set upon one of the beds as Millard asked Iris to start grabbing some equipment with him so they can start running more scans. Her bodily functions were fine, no, they weren't adjusting to the surroundings she was in, her body is cold, so unconsciously she should have rolled herself up in a blanket, but no, she laid there freezing. Millard thought of it as that means her brain might be focusing on more things, it might be taking her brainpower to just keep this illusionary 'fight'.

Millard looked to Iris as he started to explain this, "Okay, so what is happening is that right now Amy has some very intense brain activity. This is the same amount of activity you'd see in an intense fight". Millard shows the machine to Iris as it shows Amy's brain glowing like an orangish-red Christmas light with constant yellow streaks like lightning going everywhere. It looks as if Amy's mind was going off like a thunderstorm. Millard sighed as he started looking through the other scans across her body, doing everything he can think of, and nothing is coming up. Nothing was wrong with the bones and spine, her nervous system seems like it is undamaged, hell even her brain stem was okay. Millard sighs as he continues to think of what else it could be. As he finally switches over to the Mana Reader, as then it showed what Millard feared, her mind seemed almost completely enraptured in this thick layer of mana that seems to constantly be fluxing back and forth and almost trying to explode but is constantly being held back.

Millard sighs and says, "Her magic seems to be going wild". Millard puts his hand on Iris' shoulder as he says this, knowing she is probably going to be devastated by this.

Iris tried to heal her but it seems this change that happened either occurred more than 4 hours ago or it's mind magic. Iris shuttered at the thought of this being Amy's own magic. She didn't even want to think about that possibility. But as Millard gently put his hand on her shoulder after pulling out the mana reader, Iris knew what was happening. This feeling of dread sunk into her heart. Iris knows what happens to people that have their magic go out of control. They die. It wasn't uncommon for star marines during training and early in the fighting for them to lose control of their magic killing them and their squad. Iris never saw what happened to someone with mind magic but she feared that Amy is gone now.

Iris trembled slightly as her body remained stiff, trying to hold herself together. She was no stranger to these feelings but she always did everything she could to avoid them. But here Iris was, facing a situation she can't help in. Watching Amy get further and further away.

Millard holds Iris for a moment as he lets her know he is here. He can't do much, magic is a fickle thing, yet he does have an idea to make sure Amy can survive this, it'll just require him to access something he was hoping to keep hidden. Millard patted Iris on the head as he moved to one of the walls and started to press against it and pull out his knife. He shoved it into the crack between 2 plates and pulled one of the panels off to reveal a safe. He then put in the code and pulled out a bar of Perfected Electrum as he says, "Alright, I have some Perfected Electrum, we can quickly make a helmet out of it, and it will take in the residual magic and ease her burden". Millard had no clue if it'd actually work, but whatever it took to ease Iris a little he'd lie to the Devil just to make sure she felt better right now. As he goes to his work table and starts forming the metal.

Iris was trying to hold herself together but Millard's small act of kindness was enough to weaken Iris's hold on herself. Tears trickled out as Iris's cheeks went red from her intense emotion. Iris still didn't want to show Millard her weakness, she couldn't have someone see her like this. As she was about to move away from Millard, he went away on his own, showing as much compassion as Iris would have allowed at that moment. Once Millard left, Iris reached to hold Amy's hand. It was cold but Iris's hand was warming it up. However, the good doctor never stopped working. He pulled some perfected electrum it and started to fashion it into a helmet. Iris went over, hoping that Dr. Millard's intuition on this was right. Iris helped quickly form a helmet. Trying to make holes for the horns was difficult because of where they were versus where Iris remembered the old horns were. Eventually, they got there and rushed over to put the helmet on Amy. There wasn't an immediate physical change that Iris could tell so she liked to Millard to see what his devices were taking him.

Millard lets out a sigh once the helmet was done, it didn't take too long for Iris to start helping him. He was happy she did, that meant that she was at least still there. Even if she didn't show her feelings fully to him, he didn't need to see it to know she is probably thankful. Once Millard went over to set the helmet upon Amy's head no immediate change could be seen, Millard didn't know it would even work in the first place, so he flicked through his scanners to see any change, most showed nothing as it should, but the moment of truth came when he flicked to the mana scanner.

Once Millard switched to the mana scanner Amy's helmet seemed to have been lightly glowing an orange hue. A sigh almost escaped his mouth but he held it in and left a smile as he turned it so Iris could see and said, "See? The magic is being diffused and absorbed into the helmet so the burden is lessened upon Amy". Millard gave a light pat on the shoulder as he says, "Can you grab her some blankets while I prepare a stasis pod for her?". Millard heads off to the large wall panel that he put his hand on to open up a control panel, he starts putting in a few inputs as then a few minutes later another wall panel starts slowly coming out, and as it reveals a stasis pod. Millard makes his way back over once this is done and says, "Everything is ready, we should put her in", as he sets his hand upon Iris' shoulder.

Iris felt a form of relief that the helmet worked. That relief was temporary though. There was no way to know when it even if she was going to wake up. Iris knew that but she secretly got her hopes up that if the helmet worked Amy would just wake up. Like it was just a bad dream. But that is not the case. She watched Millard head over to where the stasis pods were being kept. Iris knew it was proper protocol but she still didn't want it. Stasis is a last resort. The ship isn't staffed enough to manage a full-time patient and be ready for anything else that could happen.

In the final moments before saying goodbye to Amy for now, Iris stood there, trying to figure out what she should do. Their relationship only recently budded but Iris knew Amy was one of the handfuls of people she cared about. Iris knew that Amy was special. And the thought of saying goodbye hurt too much. Iris gave into her last bit of optimism as she put on a smile, "See you when you wake up Amy." Iris slowly leaned down and have Amy what could be their last kiss. She didn't want to cry because if somehow Amy could hear this she wanted her last moments to be happy at least. Iris turned to Dr. Millard who had been waiting for her to say her goodbyes, "Thank you Doctor, let's get her into stasis." Iris picked up Amy, still smiling, and headed over to the pod.

Millard watched as iris made her goodbyes, he saw her form a smile and mask the pain. She clung to hope, Millard didn't know how he should go about it, but all he could do was wear a smile. As once Iris picked Amy up Millard said with a smile, "Yeah", as once Iris placed Amy into the pod Millard gave a nod and slowly allowed the pod to close. He didn't have it go fully back into the wall, he knew that if iris could see Amy she would feel better, knowing that she is there, being able to see them is better than knowing they are just alright. Millard patted Iris on the shoulder one more time as he left to continue his work as he says, "I'll be continuing my work". As Millard left to his desk so he can continue his checks on the others.

Iris truly appreciated Millard leaving Amy out for Iris to see her. At least then Iris could still feel that she was still there. When Millard said he had some work to do, she knew what he was doing. Iris said, "Yeah, I'm going to do an inventory check I'll be back in 30 minutes or so." Iris walked past Millard, grabbing her Omni-tool along the way. Iris made her way to the back of the storage room. She slowly slinked down to the ground as the weight of what just happened started to set in. First was her failure as a sister. Then Amy goes into a coma. The years started to slowly trickle out until eventually, Iris was fully breaking down. The tears made her shirt wet and she let out the cries of pain from what happened. All the while she was still fighting to regain composure. About an hour of sobbing went by before she came out of the closet. She used her magic to reset herself to before she cried. No redness, puffiness, no snot, nothing to indicate she had been crying except for the dampness near her collar. Iris went over to Millard with that upbeat professionalism and said, "Seems the inventory is all accounted for, how are the reports coming along?"

Codename Makarov

Millard let Iris do as she pleased, he knew she was going to need some time. This must have been her first, and that has to hurt, but there isn't all that much he can do. So he got to work looking through the others now. Most people during this entire time were fine, they were seeing combat, their temperature raised yet as he went through his work he realized something. Something was off as once Iris came out she seemed composed and ready as he knew he didn't want to drop this on her but they had no choice. Millard looked to Iris as he says, "Iris, I think we have a problem.", as the datapad in his hand seemed to be the one he is speaking of.

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

I have finally made my Character Traits for my characters. I am so sorry that I wrote so much.

@Conscripts@Letter Bee@The Jest

Samuel:

Hider

Combat Intuition:

Description: Samuel has an extreme understanding of the flow of battle, how enemies will react to his actions, and how to properly position himself and use his abilities for maximum effect.

Indominable Soul:

Description: Samuel has a heart made of steel, he has resolved his heart against all pain, all hardship, and everything before him to find his way to his goals. Increases resistance to all Mind Magic, greatly increases the effort needed to be mentally and physically be stopped and broken.

Weapon of the Weak:

Description: Samuel was born sickly and weak, he was not physically gifted, yet he had an aptitude for studies. He was not a super genius, but he worked his intelligence and learned as much as he could, forming a blade of wit and smarts.

Millard:

Hider

The Hands of God:

Description: Millard's skill as a doctor is second to none. His hands on and off of the battlefield has saved the lives of thousands, his understanding all that is living and that can afflict the body is second to none. May it be foreign, alien, or even magical, Millard has proven time and time again his hands can heal anything, even the body of alien species.

The Blade of Lucifer:

Description: As the hands of god gives life, the blade of his creation can take it away. Millard has practiced very extensively in close range combat, as his knife skills are among the best. His knowledge of any physical body he looks at, plus his deft hands makes his knife work lethal enough to be a threat to anyone or thing.

The Body of a Soldier:

Description: Millard has been a soldier for 20 years, he has been in his best physical shape he could have been in his entire life. Even with the abuse of drugs, alcohol, and physical toil, he can still keep up with the younger generation, he just might take it a bit slower.

The Witch Doctor:

Description: Millard has spent quite a few years studying toxins and poisons of all kinds, knowing what to look for and how to stop them. Yet with years of making antidotes, it was only a matter of want to create such weapons yourself. Millard is a Toxicologist and is able to create Poisons and Toxins that can afflict any creature, and the antidotes to cure them.

Warrior's Wit:

Description: From Millard's years of training as a soldier, he has been taught how to fight in any scenario, from guns, to melee, to having nothing but your boot strings and the handcuffs you just got out of, he can fight with the best of them.

Tarak:

Hider

The Luck of the Devil:

Description: No matter what might be said about Tarak and the misfortune he has been sent through, one thing has always been known, he has the Devil's own luck. May it be that he has stolen it for himself, or he was just born to be lucky, one thing is for certain, if the odds aren't in his favor, he can always pull through, as long as there is still just a singular chance.

A Born Leader:

Description: Tarak has a natural affinity to inspire and lead, his skills are ingrained into him as he has a soul to comfort and a will that can spur people to follow. His skills can lead people to do what must be done, and allow them to feel confident even in their most trying time.

Wisdom of the Wolf:

Description: Tarak's insight and instincts are beyond that of a normal person's. He is able to read deeper into most things as his intuition is that of a seasoned detective. His deductions skills were fostered from his years as a bounty hunter and mercenary and then honed down when dealing with the many different children and people while being used by the Ascendancy. Yet his skills weren't just deduction it also is supernatural hunting instinct. His thoughts on their movement, how they'd react, and even where they are almost seem like he can read their mind. Yet this comes from years of experience from life or death experiences where a wrong move might mean he misses his mark, or worst, he becomes the prey.

Determination:

Description: Through all hardship, Tarak has never lost his will and drive. He has resistance to all forms of physical and mental attempts to 'break' or control him. While his spirit and body are strong, through years of having mind magic used on him, Tarak has gained a greater resistance to mind magic entering and doing as it pleases.

Master of Movie Fighting: Gunkata

Description: A form of firearm and martial arts combat that focuses on close-range gunfighting with a mixture of martial arts grapples and strikes for effectiveness in most forms of close to mid-range gun-fights.

Golden Body

Description: Tarak's body is literally at the peak of what it can be, living a life that is more difficult than any other, his body is a testament to his life. It's not one made for vanity nor showy, his body is a slab of muscle that has done everything he needs it to do and the scars prove as such. He is at his peak and will stay here for a very long time, he doesn't tire easily, is very strong, and has fantastic dexterity and agility. However, he has something very peculiar about his body, he is able to regenerate beyond normal means making mere stabs and bullet wounds will heal after a few moments, and the body will quickly stabilize things like missing organs and limbs rather than them being immediately lethal, however, he can have only one thing being stabilized at a time. A thought can be had it might be attached to the spinal Cybernetics upon his back that he dislikes people touching.

Avalia

@princess@Alivefalling

@dragonpiece you should @ them to make sure they see it sooner.

Dragonier (Medieval Fantasy, Dragon Riders, Magic, War)

3 months ago! It's really been that long... Well, all I can say is that I hope it'll be worth the wait.

@TheMerlin

It has been worth it.

As you slowly filled in each bit I just read and got excited. Honestly if it took longer I'd still be just as excited.

I ain't going anywhere I'm in this for the long haul.

Dragonier (Medieval Fantasy, Dragon Riders, Magic, War)

So general notice, I've finished with the beastfolk and added a bit more info for the elves as well as the names of different racial abilities. While I was writing however, I realized that I haven't given that much info on the Dragonier, nations or religions of Tirn. Maybe I can sprinkle those details throughout the roleplay, but I also feel like it's necessary info for fleshing out our characters. What do you guys think? Start the roleplay already or iron out those details first?

@TheMerlin

Hello!

I saw this around 3 months ago when you first published this and was really interested. And honestly, info on the Dragonier is important because of they are the focus.

So even if it is brief, understanding the base concept of them is important: how they were trained, how are Dragons chosen, and even how are they organized.

These are base important things, like are they an entity that exist on their own and answers the call when bad stuff happens, or are they just people who have the ability to ride dragons and they go to someplace that has them and tires?

The same with each kingdom and religion. A basic idea of what they are, what they do, and how they are ran is all people needs to make characters.

Avalia

Time: 10 am
Location: Jungle
Interactions: Annya @princess, Raven @Tae, Saoirse @Potter, Kharne @Kazemitsu
Equipment: A rouge-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.

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The moment Ismael asked his question, the hair on his neck stood on end as he felt everything fall silent as Annya spoke. The center of his back tensed as he felt his hips almost ready to start to drop. Yet he stopped himself, knowing that if anything comes it will come into melee rather than ranged combat. As Annya spoke, she only gave reassurance and never answered his question. Yet it seemed the jungle was more than willing to answer his questions.

In a thunderous moment of aggression, the thumping of thunderous drums almost becomes the only sound that can be heard as 2 giant green creatures sprung out from the thickets on either side of their trail. The battle cry they let out was loud enough to feel as if it was from a booming stage speaker. One immediately sprang to take Kharne head-on, as the clash was something to be only spoken as it was unbelievable to even the eyes to make. Yet Ismael's eyes were pulled away to the other one, as he saw Raven nearly get killed in a swinging blow, yet it seemed to have aimed to knock her over and inspect her.

Ismael's feet began to move on their own until Annya yelled to him and Shae. Her eyes were strong and commanding, Ismael took the moment and calmed his own nerves. His feet were stilled long enough for Annya to throw an ax and save Raven. Yet at this moment, once the Troll tossed Raven back to them, Ismael was prepared to catch her, but Annya seemed to have taken that role, so Ismael prepared to fight. Sure, they were told to run and hide, but Ismael couldn't think of much of a place to run and hide. Shae wanted to climb the tree but Ismael said quickly, "You can't you'll die tired, they are taller than us and can probably break the tree with ease, the ground is the more safe place to be". They are fast, strong, and wielded weapons twice the size of Kharne, climbing just makes you more like a fruit to be picked, or a coconut to be knocked off.

So what is a person to do when faced with monsters? Run and hide and wait to die in some cowardly way, Ismael would not die with his back turned. He waited to know what is the moment to act. It would either be when either one of the Trolls feels overpowered and will switch to try and run with an easy meal, or when it feels it has the advantage. Since these creatures are still predators they would look at it the same way any predator would, if they become too injured they will make a quick risk analysis in favor of fleeing. After all, if you are hurt you can't hunt, if you can't hunt you can't eat, and if you can't eat you can't heal and will eventually die.

The real goal Ismael had was to make sure Shae and Raven stayed safe. Sure in the grand scheme of it all, they are around the same at the moment, with Shae having a slight leg up on Ismael because she has a knife. Yet Ismael's instincts told him what to do: protect, fight, survive. Without hesitation, he is ready to take action when he sees an opening. Their backs look to be where best to hit them, you might be able to get underneath them from in-between their legs with how wide their stance is and hit them from the back. Their necks look too thick to be able to look back well, so they'd need to turn, which is how he'd open an opportunity for the others. But he needed to wait for a moment to create the opening.

Yet Annya seemed to be fighting the beast well, she threw one of her axes and it seemed to have dug deep and left a burning wound that left it confused and worried. As she yelled for it, and it had returned to her, Ismael realized magic is a very strange thing and would be wholly useful in this situation. Yet Ismael was not gonna take a bet at the moment of his magic, after all, what if in the outburst he brings them all into an inferno that brings the Jungle down on them and kills them, so he'll have to stick to his skills and time his approach.

With no weapon, magic, nor power to fight, how could Ismael have a smile?

A place to keep my stuff in order

Ismael's Element of the day

Lightning- Electrokinesis
Fire- Pyrokinesis
Wind- Aerokinesis
Earth- Terrakinesis
Water- Hydrokinesis

August
Lightning- 8 13 18 23 28
Fire- 9 14 19 24 29
Wind- 10 15 20 25 30
Earth- 11 16 21 26 31
Water- 12 17 22 27

September
Lightning- 1 6 11 16 21 26
Fire- 2 7 12 17 22 27
Wind- 3 8 13 18 23 28
Earth- 4 9 14 19 24 29
Water- 5 10 15 20 25 30

Avalia

Time: 10 am
Location: Jungle
Interactions: Annya @princess, Raven @Tae, Saoirse @Potter, Kharne @Kazemitsu
Equipment: A rouge-ish set of clothing, his dog tags, and a set of faux demihuman Wolf ears, a Ring of Disguise, two rations of food, water flask, a bar of soap and a few other portable hygienic products.

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Ismael noticed two different reactions to his name, he saw most look at him with acceptance or acknowledgment. Yet Annya seemed to think of it as some very powerful name and expressed it as such. He didn't think it was really a powerful name, nor did he think it deserved such ferocity when speaking it, yet the princess seemed to like it, so he'd let it stay.

He did get the info he wanted from Annya, they were to head to a town called Riverport. If it wasn't a port town by the river, Ismael would be quite disappointed. Yet he also got info on why they were moving, they were to leave before an attack commenced. Ismael understood why to bring them away, he just didn't know one thing, would the city fare well. Sure their army might be strong, but if they were banking their hopes on some random Joe Schmoes coming through a portal to help them win a war, they might be in bigger trouble than they let on. However this wasn't the time to think of things like that, people seemed to be more worried of other things.

As Ismael noticed the others gave some more introductions, yet he felt giving one for himself would feel unwarranted now he spoke his name, so he'll just keep it to himself for now. Yet as he listened to the others speak he heard each person's upbringings and their current happenings before coming here.

Kharne was quite old actually, he probably has a longer life span than humans do. However, it wasn't when he died that made Ismael interested, it was how many years was Kharne a Mercenary. He was a professional soldier for years, so his duty was to be and surpass excellently. In a profession where most die young, he was an old practitioner of his craft, the only thing that beats the wisdom and skill of the old is the youth and ferocity of the young yet it seemed that was not much of a worry yet for the Dragonborn. He was one to learn from if anyone.

Next was the strange white-haired girl named Raven. She was just a year over the legal drinking age in their world and a professional…cosplayer? Ismael had heard of many ways to make money, but he never thought that could be an option. Ismael had to know, he had such curiosity as to what such work could entail, "Professional Cosplayer? Was the work akin to modeling?". Ismael threw the question to Raven from the sheer wish to know what work could be found as a 'Professional Cosplayer'.

'Shae' seemed to have taken a moment to give a name, may it have been out of thinking if she should give it or not, or out of a want to think up of a name to hide her real name. Ismael didn't harp on such things, yet what he did take detail of was her skills. It seemed quite a few different skills were in her arsenal for self-defense may it have been out of interest, hobbies, or necessity, he is not sure of. Yet he knows that she won't be a slouch to the impending war to come.

After some quick thoughts, Ismael remembered out of all of them, both Raven and Shae fell through the same portal and landed on each other. They both yelled at each other as something happened before the portal opening, may it be they both fell through while doing something as Raven yelled like she was forced in by Shae. So that meant they both knew each other if not close in relation but in close in proximity, so they both came from the same place and time. That'd be good, so whatever one says from their time it will be true for the other. If a pillar of support is needed, someone who knows of you and can understand your plight is important. And the best people at a time like this are either people who are saints who understand people, or people who had come from a similar background as you. Shae and Raven might not have been similar in background, but coming from the same place and time would help them keep each other grounded at least.

Yet before Ismael could continue thinking he had a thought, that Shae immediately asked as well, what of the power they supposedly possess. Ismael believes these powers must have some trigger, like emotion, yet if it was based on what emotion you used for the power you'd get, Ismael believed the boy who threw a hissy fit over an unlit blunt would have produced fire. After all, humans have always put fire as the element of uncontrolled anger, not earth. So it must have some randomness to it, however, he believed it must have been elemental since Caelan can control earth. That would mean very few things could use such magic, after all, why summon people who could use magic that you could.

After all, if you needed to summon more 'power', either their magic needed to be far more powerful than yours, or you'd need to summon many more people than they did. Even 30 magic wielders couldn't make much of a difference in a war if they could wield the same magic you did with the same power. Well, Ismael would hope that is the case or magic that the people of this world can do much more dangerous than he can even think, as the only thing that humans have that can be considered similar in power is nuclear weapons. And if that is at the fingertips of a person, that could be the most dangerous thing.

Amongst all, the thing he is most worried about was what they were to fight in this world. Human's never needed to worry about other animals, after all, their biggest competitor was other humans. Not monsters nor beasts, so what if they needed to fight something so powerful that only magic could fight. Ismael didn't have magic at the moment, so he'd have to look at those kinds of monsters like Tanks, with the right stuff, possible, yet other than that, literally impossible. So Ismael wanted to ask to know, in case of, something worrisome lived in this Jungle, "May I ask, what lives in these Jungles? Is there anything in here we would need to worry about? Any large predators here that would see us as potential prey?"

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

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Tarak

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_{Location: Xuanzang’s Lobby → The Conference Room → The Infirmary
Interaction: Maria [@Jest].
Mention: Everyone in conference room}

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Tarak had just left the frying pan with everyone as people started appearing from the ship. Tarak wasn't worried about many things, his head was on a swivel though, waiting for everyone to recollect and get moving. As it was fast, yet a few people were acting strange, Iris appeared in some very interesting sleepwear, he'll probably figure out why soon enough. The next thing was their newest group member, Jude, seemed to have given a soapbox introduction which was not the time for it, but it was good she seemed to think it was a good time, it meant she felt safe, and that’s what matters.

Yet Natasha appeared and how she acted was very apparent that she had lots on her mind. Her walking was wobbly, his shoulders were tensed, and her eyes looked tired yet filled with anger. 'Oh boy, this'll be a long one'

They left the Galactic Bazaar in a hurry, getting a bit onto Nero and what he did with the helicopter, which gave Tarak a good understanding of why she was so stressed. When Natasha called out a conference to the Conference room, Tarak knew something fun was going to happen.

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~~~= The Conference Room =~~~

After MoonStrike had told them about what the attack was, Tarak held the bridge of his nose. He knew something was slightly off when Ashton and Flame gave them all of that money. That's why had sent it through multiple dummy accounts and then finished off with having it be sent through an old friend to a secure account. It was an old way of doing it, but learning from colleagues during his Mercenary life and then during his life as a Soldier and trading with smugglers to get what he wanted while with the Ascendancy.

Tarak is upset that there was such an easy mistake made and he didn't think to look into it further. Yet it seemed people had already gotten the gist of the situation: Pirates have stolen your stuff, don't do it again without us, you will have new members of the crew join soon, and then their 'newest' member spoke. Joey wasn't newer than them, it was just the fact that he wasn't here for when they got here, and it seemed he took up the lead for dishing out the punishment.

Well first he seemed to give a bit of background that they didn't know, Natasha was a lot more destructive than what they thought. Tarak had a suspicion, but he didn't want to really believe it, giving the benefit of the doubt and all, but it is a good learning experience for him. Yet what seemed interesting about Joey, even with his words of him being a 'part-timer' he keeps himself up to date quite well with his not-so-secret-anymore communications. Tarak was interested in Joey, he seemed like a very strange person, his demeanor never changed, even while passing down the punishment. He even passed a few jokes through it, either he was a tough man, or he was trying to do something.

The next pieces of info to leave Joey's mouth did make Tarak nervous, someone was now hunting them. Their pursuers knew who they were, what ship they were on, and who they were working for. Tarak was nervous about who it could be, but it never showed, his face was the same expression as ever, blank with a slight bit of sternness to it.

As even before anything else could be said Joey left, as Tarak gave a slight nod to him and turned towards the others and said, "Looks like it's time to start preparing"

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~~~=Later On=~~~

After maybe 20 or so minutes, Tarak finally left his armor and showered. At this point his nervousness had left, he was sure it wasn't anything they couldn't handle. If they wielded magic, they were capable of fighting it, after all, that was what they were made to do. Either way, Tarak had left his room with a loose shirt and some shorts and made his way to Maria. He knew everyone was to get a phycological evaluation and a mind scan in case anyone was a mole. Tarak had no real worry about it though, after all, he had nothing to hide.

As once he entered the infirmary he was greeted with a familiar sight, Maria sitting in a chair far too big for her, and some person on a table unconscious Tarak entered with a nonchalant, "Hey Maria, I came in for the compulsory mind scan, unsure if you'll find anything out of the ordinary though". Tarak said this as he took a seat in front of her, knowing that she'd probably prefer that he was more close to her height when she did this.