Th3King0fChaos

Avalia

Time: Dusk
Location: River Port
Interactions: Kharne @Kazemitsu
Armor:
None
Weapon(s):
Steel Longsword

Inventory: A rogue-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 watched Kharne speak into his wrist and was slightly astonished that communications were so easy in one regard but also feels so outdated in others. Maybe it was to make the lives of some people easier while keeping others down. But who truly knows? Yet once Kharne hung up he switched back to Ismael and still wished to continue the conversation on spinning. Ismael watch Kharne move, his swings were fast, and his blade work was actually quite solid, his strength wasn't the only thing that kept him alive. Ismael knew what he was gonna say though, it was obvious that they both had a different philosophy on the idea. Sure Ismael was in agreeance that spinning is a bad habit to have, yet the thing that Ismael seemed mostly on about was the fact that many techniques, with both Hand-to-Hand and sword styles, use some form of spin or turning to not only create greater force but also as a way to maneuver around attacks.

Yet this was not a fight for today, that'll probably be something they will need to work past on a later date. Ismael did have some interest in what Kharne has to offer, after all, it would probably be some skill that would be useful against much larger foes, like those trolls. Yet either way, next to come was something Ismael knew was gonna be the thing he wanted the most, armor. A weapon is fantastic, yet armor to keep your squishy bits intact was essential, especially with hundreds of diseases and other illnesses that he doesn't even know exist or not. A wound could be a death sentence here, so Ismael wished to have kept those fears at bay by making sure his body wasn't even in the line of fire.

The walk over was easy, Ismael never needed to look far, after all, being tall made it easy to see over others, and with Kharne being his guide, Ismael had no worry on losing him in this city. As once they entered the armorer, Ismael's eyes scanned the entire inventory, Ismael wished for a few things, mobility, defense, and lastly a little bit of style. Ismael knew he was a larger man and had carried around gear for hours that was far too heavy for any sane man to carry, but that was the Military for you.

Ismael immediately gravitated to something very similar to the gear the US Military would give their troops. A strong and protective armor for the chest and head, and the armor for the rest of his body would be second. Yet Ismael knew he needed to protect a few other parts of his body in case of different attacks, the next part would be his Forearms and Calves, he knew he wished to keep them protected, those were important and if either takes an injury, that could spell death in a close-range engagement. So he wished to get heavier leather there and some metal plating yet wished to have anywhere metal met metal would be covered in leather to dampen the noise created. Ismael wanted Metal on his armor, steel at that, yet he wished to keep it as minimal as possible, as the clattering of gear could make you found when you try to move in silence.

Soon Ismael's eyes landed on exactly what he was looking for. Like it was hand-picked to best suit everything he wished, a set of Steel Half Plate. Not only did it give him protection in every place he wanted, but also it would give him enough mobility and flexibility when it is time to fight. The one thing Ismael slightly disliked was the large red head-dressing the helmet has. It would probably be a large hazard that would make it very easy to grab and take control of, yet Ismael thought it looked so cool.

Ismael is more than pleased with the armor, the only problem is that the armor would need to get made to his size, Ismael wasn't as large as the tower Kharne was, but Ismael wasn't the size of the average man. Well, that's what Ismael thought, until the Smith started pulling out all sorts of different pieces of leather armor for different sizes, as he started combining different pieces together to fit Ismael, as the ordeal took a bit of time, but ended up with Ismael being fitted with the armor he wanted that day. Well most of it, the metal parts need to be fitted a little more so they'll need to grab it later. But the leather armor and gambeson are all fitted to him. Now all Ismael needs to do is grab a shield. Ismael's immediate thoughts ran to a buckler, it's light, easy to maneuver, and easy to replace.

Yet he thought about something, What if I need to grab something? The buckler would then need to be dropped so Ismael started looking at the other shields. Many were far too heavy to fit his exact wants, some took too much hand room, and some were just too cumbersome. Honestly, it got to the point Ismael thought about putting some heavier metal on his left hand to take the blows until something struck him. He remembered during one of their trips down to Africa, they were given spears and shields as a gift of friendship. That's when someone began just spouting nonsense for hours about his Scottish heritage, which reminded Ismael of the Scottish Targe. Normally in that same hand, they would hold both a dagger and the Shield. So Ismael started looking, as now knowing what to look for made his search much easier, as asking for some quick guidance showed him to his destination. Ismael found the shield he was looking for, a Steel Targe that had room for his hand in gloves. But still allowed him to move it back to rest on his wrist and forearm fully to allow his hand to be completely free.

Ismael was more than pleased with his time here, he found exactly what he wanted, and honestly, he thought he'd look pretty cool in his armor and weapons. Who knows, maybe he was meant to be a Knight? Well, such ideas are for a different time, Ismael takes up his newfound gear for Kharne to pay for it.

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

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Tarak

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_{Location: Xuanzang’s Infirmary
Interaction: Maria @The Jest, Narvia @Landaus Five-One and everyone else in the infirmary.
Mention:}

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Tarak had sat through the mind scan without much of a fuss. He knew Maria would find nothing, after all, what did he have to hide from her? Yet orders are orders, and Tarak didn't want to have fingers pointed at him about certain things. Yet the person in here with him seemed to have been someone he knew was clean the moment they walked in, Narvia. Honestly, she could not hide a thing for the life of her, and her being here so early showed how honest she was. Narvia called to Tarak and asked him a very simple question, as he responded with, "How am I doing?" Tarak had always natural repeated questions to him that seem to have multiple different answers, "I am doing alright, everything that happened at the Bazaar was shit luck. But hey, All of us made it out okay". Tarak gave a slight shrug when he said that he knew they made it, but other than that it just sucks. As Tarak turned and asked Narvia, "How about yourself Narvia?"

Once Tarak was cleared, he was about to leave until Maria wanted him to stay to keep watch of what is happening. Tarak moved Alan to another bed and made sure he was okay, Alan seemed to be in a deep sleep. Maybe a little while later Millard and Iris came in with someone who looked like someone Tarak never saw. Tarak was about to ask until he saw how Iris was holding her, that was someone she knew, so it had to be Amy. At first, Tarak was going to stay and check what is going on, but then Tarak saw a look in Iris' eye. He knew that she lost something so Tarak set his hand on Maria's shoulder and said quietly to her, "We should go. We'll ask what happened later. Iris will want to be alone".

Tarak knew what that look meant, she just lost a loved one. Sure Amy and her didn't know each other for too long, but they seemed to have gotten close quickly, so something might have happened yet that wasn't something for him to figure out right now. Right now they needed to leave so Iris can have some time to herself.

~~~==Finally in the Present==~~~
_{Location: Xuanzang, Tarak's Room}

Tarak had spent his time to the Carb Nebula in peace. He wished to have stayed in this peace for a while longer, sure most had some form of struggle, yet most Tarak tried to assist with seemed not to wish to open up at this moment. That obviously meant he wasn't the one to help, he did still talk to people as he could. The punishment passed down by Joey was something of a slap on the wrist, but most were so upset by it that they seemed to have made it harder to really keep people together. Many tried to cheat the system, others verbally berated Joey, but Tarak? He didn't care. Honestly for Tarak, this seemed like such a light punishment that he was surprised that this was a crucial point for some, the rations are far better than what was given while under the Acendancies care. Yet if this is the hill they wish to die on, Tarak wasn't the one to try and bring them under control. There are multiple leadership figures who should be doing it, honestly, if this was a test to see who is disciplined, this is Tarak's own test to see how competent their leadership structure is.

Tarak had led many child soldiers he knows what you need to do, so it isn't a matter if Tarak could, this was to see if their new leadership can actually lead. Or are they just as Rag Tag as he thought they'd be. However, in any regard, Tarak lived mostly relaxed, having more free time made it much easier to make the repairs needed on his gear. Also preparing his manners, after all, the people who will be entering the ship will be 'nobility'. Tarak leaned back as he thought, I should be the ship's Weapon Repairman. We'll need it, and honestly sound fun. Tarak shrugged as he pushed himself out of his seat and got up, he needed to clean himself up before he meets their new crew members.

Avalia

Time: Dusk
Location: River Port
Interactions: 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 messed with the sword more as he listened to Kharne. As when Kharne spoke of what to worry about when using a blade, Ismael almost laughed, 'Edge alignment? What does he think I am? A child?' Ismael let a smirk come onto his face as Kharne continued to speak. Kharne's advice was still quite useful though, after all, he would have not thought about a shield immediately, and Ismael realized that maintenance was gonna be a real killer. Of course, Ismael wants to learn how to maintain his weapons, yet blacksmithing is not something you can do while on the move and preparing for war. So making sure your gear doesn't get too damaged is much more important.

The next part that left Kharne's mouth did give him a quick sense of what kind of man he is, threatening. Yet what was stated was slightly silly, he seemed to dislike the act of spinning. Ismael let out an involuntary laugh once the sentence left Kharne's mouth, "Pp-ph, I'm assuming you are talking about excessive spinning. Yeah no, I hear ya there". That put Ismael into a good mood, it was not what he expected to leave Kharne's mouth when he tried to look as serious as possible. Honestly, it was really funny especially because Ismael used a spinning back Kick to kill the Troll, he knows high amounts of spinning can leave you exhausted and tired, yet there are times when it can create greater torque and momentum to deliver more devastating hits. He just Assumes Kharne is speaking of when using a sword, and that can make sense not to.

Avalia

Time: Dusk
Location: River Port
Interactions: 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 listened to Kharne, he knew he would be quite knowledgeable, yet to this extent was a bit of a surprise. Ismael knew those who took up the blade would hone their weapon of choice then go down a fine list of others to best expose themselves to the ideas of each and how to fight them. Ismael saw exceptional form and skill from Kharne and was more than satisfied with the information. Ismael nodded and watched with great interest as he witnessed Kharne display moves and skills that truly did help with the decision-making.

Once Kharne finished, Ismael much more knew what he wanted and what he was looking for. Something with enough reach to deal with something like a troll without sacrificing all the benefits of armor trumping, and the accuracy of a smaller weapon. Ismael took up the longsword again as he practiced a few strikes and some of the techniques shown as he thought.

He now started basing his choice upon the idea of what has a higher chance of being dropped upon the battlefield. Spears, swords, and knives were the first things that he thought of. After all, one is a weapon hailed as one of the best weapons, then knives are always fantastic backup weapons. The sword, may they be long, short, or anywhere in-between he knew people would use them, but he knew very little on how to use swords. After a minute of deliberation within his mind, Ismael said while holding up and gesturing to the sword in his hand, "I think I'll be getting this one".

Avalia

Time: Dusk
Location: River Port
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 watched as both Annya and Kharne talk, Ismael used this moment to get more of a feel for each person. Annya seemed like she was trying her hardest to try and make them feel comfortable and most accepting of the situation. Kharne on the other hand is trying to prepare them the best he could for the situation they are in. Ismael appreciated that there were people on both sides, which means that it would be much easier to keep both people prepared but also keep them from feeling so out of it that they succumb to mental turmoil. However what came next was Ismael's favorite time, exploring.

As Kharne and Ismael walked, Ismael inspected the things around him in pure interest in what is here. He did his best to not look like a traveler, he inspected a few things and moved on, comparing things and asking the prices of a few things here and there. He wished to also get a simple gauge of the currency system and how much is worth of it. After a bit, they made it to a Blacksmith to get some gear for him. Ismael witnessed Kharne soften up, it seemed to be in a blacksmith shop makes him feel at ease. It makes sense, Ismael felt the exact same in a gun shop, relaxed and enjoying the view. The love of weapons never fell upon deft ears, no matter where you went.

Yet they weren't here just to enjoy the weapons, Ismael needed to find a weapon, Ismael said to Kharne before he went over to start trying them, "Well, let's see if I can find anything I like. I'm more of a gun guy." Ismael expected no guns in this world, after all, magic just seemed like the equivalent to a gun in this world. Well, it matters how long it takes to master magic, but either way, Ismael started his search of a weapon. His search did take quite a bit of time, he wasn't one to know the ins and outs of melee weapons, he wasn't the most well versed in this but he knew what felt right.

Ismael moved from weapon to weapon, trying larger and smaller ones. He started with weapons far too large, and far too small, as he showed some of his skills with some very specific weapons: daggers, spears, and shorter swords. He did try other weapons as well, yet most didn't really fit his feeling, well all but one. Longer bladed swords, Ismael seemed to have quite a bit of a feel for two-handed blades, ranging from the more European style to more single-edged curved blades, yet his skills seemed lower than his other weapons, yet seemed to also be mulling something over in his head: I wonder what weapon would be the most efficient for me to use? Sure a spear is a fantastic weapon, yet facing off against many different foes in different circumstances such as enclosed spaces and the other such would make it were maybe having a spear-like that would be a bad move. But also the same could be said about a larger sword. But the uses against armored opponents would be nice, but then why not just use a halberd?.

Ismael looked to Kharne and thought why not ask the man who lived by the blade all his like his input on the situation, "Hey Big Man, I was wondering which one of these do you think would be the better choice? I'm in a bit of a pickle in determining which one would I want to take up".

Avalia

Time: Dusk
Location: River Port
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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Once Ismael felt the Troll fall he flicked over to the other troll to witness it rise and get impaled by a tree. Ismael started breathing in slowly as the lightning on him slowly disappeared. Ismael looked over to Annya to see her get up, as he sighed in some relief as she didn't seem too messed up. However the thing that excited Ismael was that they were leaving the forest of terrible things and monsters. This was not Ismael's first time being in a port city, the cries of birds, the laughter of children, the clattering and movement of people and larger vehicles, and the smell of the sea. Sure a few things here and there were different, like carts are replacing cars, and the ships only have sails, yet it feels more like a port in a 3rd world country rather than in a first world country. The bustle of people trying to sell goods, the children running about every now and again one looked like they are eyeing them up like a potential pickpocket target. Ismael feels like he never left earth.

Once the reached their inn, Ismael's first reaction was to slowly take notice of his surroundings, first what was near the inn, then who normally frequented the inn, then what was the actual upkeep on the inn. Ismael wanted to be sure that where he was, wasn't an obvious den of scum. As once they had rooms they all waited as Annya left to get somethings. Ismael was happy Annya bought an extra room for the Girls, it would allow for some sense of normality. After all, there was so much that happened that something as simple as your own bed could make someone much more comfortable. Ismael was relaxing he had a much more simple time with his upkeep than he was normally used to. After all, he had nothing really to worry about. But still he needed to make sure he was alright still, so Ismael took off his boots to check his feet, trench foot is a killer that can find anyone who doesn't even notice. And in a new world with his understanding of how far their knowledge had came in certain regards, he wished not to lose a foot to shoes that he didn't trust in yet, And socks are gonna be a real killer based on how much would it cost to get such things. Yet he was also worried about that move he did against that Troll, it was an effective move, yet he was worried his body might be feeling it soon as that was quite a bit of exertion on himself and that kick could have messed him up more than he realized it. Yet after he inspected himself he was happy to see he preformed that well.

Ismael grabbed a bit of his food and ate as he waited for them to start doing something, now was time for rest, so Ismael would do just that. As a little while later Annya made it back and suggesting that they did some shopping, Ismael wasn't against it. Getting equipment would be a big help, after all, he wished not to fight with his fist forever. Ismael had also an intrest in shopping with Kharne, would he be much more of a stick in the mud, or is he able to know when to play.

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 couldn't find his moment, his weapon was his fist and he wasn't a bastion of strength. He was strong, but he didn't have the confidence to try and run in with anything other than his wits and strength. As all he could do is watch, he felt in his chest something in him started calling out. A frustration within him that called for him to do something. He's just here watching 2 people dying to protect him, but what is he to do? His mind races as his heart start pumping.

Unbeknownst to him, however, something did answer his feelings. His eyes sparked for a moment as then he heard the voice of Shae. He turned to her as she spoke, her words told enough to him, she seemed to have accessed her power, as he saw her throw blades of fire. His eyes followed them as he realized at that moment, 'Shae seemed to have been in great stress, a heightened moment where she found great power'. So Ismael knew that their power needed some kind of intense trigger, so he had to try something to maybe unlock his power, maybe, just maybe, he can get the strength to fight. He took a breath in and focused, if frustration and excitement are needed to unlock the powers, he'll need to try and force himself to not stay calm, he'll need to listen to his instincts.

Ismael's eyes flew open and locked onto the monster that is attacking Annya. Ismael took a low stance as he rushed it, he went into a full dash knowing that the beast is too occupied with Annya and the knives flying into its face to make a notice of him at that moment. Right when Ismael came within the range he knew he could hit, Ismael takes one last leap landing on his left leg in a long jump, trying to generate as much power into his shot. Once his leg lands, he twists his body bringing himself from his half landing pose to a more erect position, as he twists his full body into a more spinning motion to transfer all of the momentum and energy into a full-powered spinning back kick aiming straight to the groin and lower stomach area of the Troll.

Within that moment a spark ignited from his eyes as this blue lightning started flowing from them it started covering his entire body. When the kick comes to the moment of impact is when the lightning across his body began to flow and focus towards his leg and then his foot, almost as if a lightning bolt was about to strike.

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.

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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.