Vertigo

Symphony on High

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20 | Female | Maverick Alternative | So(ME)thing On Your Mind
Kiss & Make Up | Handgun | Physical | We Are But Dust and Shadow
Hellspawn | Streetside Devil
Friends on the Other Side | Shadow | Abyssus Abyssum Invocat
[Obfuscate, Intangible] Damage X (6), Restrain (4), Blink (4), Minor Heal (2), Summon (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Homing (2), Avoid (2), AoE (2), Bend (0), Construction (4)

[Gold Projectile][Bend][Enhance][Special: Deepen Shadow][Summon] -112

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 1000

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: E | 326

Well, shit.

That was the first and last thought Ciri had time for before she plummeted through Trixy's waiting arms (thank god) and Boteg's solid back (oh fuck), approaching the ground with nothing in sight to break her fall.

Until something did. Ciri cursed as something smacked into her back, trying desperately to reorient herself as the world around her spun like a motherfucker. She couldn't see what had hit her, the ground that she'd been headed towards or the sky she'd fallen from, just shapes and more shapes, stripes of colour drunkenly drawn upon a canvas of vague blue. Urgh, she was going to be si—

Ciri yelped as she felt someone grab her. In an instant, she stopped spinning. The world didn't, though. Ciri's eyes were rolling around still, unable to focus on the myriad of Billies that now stood besides her. From somewhere nearby, she heard Luna shout, though she couldn't make her out amidst the spinning. Or the water, running over her eyes. At least she wasn't on fire anymore.

So, Tetrad was the one who'd... saved her. Scowling, Ciri tried to flip her Maverick ally off, but in all honesty she wasn't sure which finger she held up; it looked like seven out of about forty to her.

"How do we look up there? Anyone defending Crazy Train?"

Ciri opened her mouth to answer and nearly threw up all over Billy, so she closed her eyes and held up a hand instead. She kept swallowing as she spoke, words coming out slurred. "Ghive— me a shec, Boss."

Blinking furiously, Ciri looked back up towards the train, which was now also fucking spinning, and she was pretty sure that wasn't just the dizziness talking. "... Whell, nhone ofh us up there nhow, but I think... the thrain's all goo—"

Soon as she'd said it, a shape hopped onto Crazy Train — and another jumped off it. She couldn't really make out the former, but the latter was difficult to miss. It was Big Kitty, in the flesh, and the fur, holding onto Regina, while another unknown figure held onto her assumed brother. Ciri squinted, wiping water from her eyes, her focus slowly returning in response to the new threat(s?).

Somewhere high up, two dots of light appeared, and Ciri knew what they were. Incoming casts, towards the Catman. Honestly, good, let them fight each other while—

"Oh come on!"

Not a second after that thought, Blue landed some distance from Big Tony, rushing towards him and by extension, towards the literal epicenter of danger to... to heal Regina?!

Goddamn Blue and her bleeding heart, what was she doing, trying to save the fire bitch?! Yeah, she clearly had some past with the twins, but that hadn't stopped Regina from trying to burn her to a crisp. And if the fire psycho lived now, she might be grateful to Blue, sure, but Ciri knew she'd try to get back at her for nearly blasting off her head. Fuck that. She had enough enemies.

Ciri's head was still spinning, and there was no time to think. She didn't want to save all of them, and she sure as hell didn't want to end up saving the wrong target by accident. The intangibility shadows offered had proven useful, and she could see use for it here, too, but there were two damn sky lasers incoming and if she messed up the timing or the target—

Ugh. No. Back to basics it was.

Frantically, Ciri looked for any shadow close to her target. As fast as she could muster, she focused on pulling them forth, bending them into a large bird of prey on the way. She would save Blue. She was not going to owe her for doing the same to her earlier.

"Get her out of there!" Ciri hissed, even if no verbal commands were necessary, guiding her summoned eagle to grab Blue by the arm she was trying to hold onto Regina with and yank her away from danger, hopefully before the shitlasers hit the fan.

Hell on Earth: Supernatural & Demonic Detectives

WELL, if it isn't too late to toss my hat in the ring—

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

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Fellwing stopped mid-step, turning back to Runa. Ah. She must've misunderstood; she'd thought the troll siblings had not only gotten separated from their group, but also from each other. This time, she was rather happy to be corrected — though not entirely happy to find herself venturing into the mines after all.

"Oh, pardon, my mistake. Then yes, please do lead the way." She said it with a smile, but in all honesty, Fellwing couldn't help but feel a sense of unease crawling up her spine. She could only guess at the reason.

"Perhaps we will run into my friends on the way, as well." Though whether that was something she hoped or dreaded, the Seer wasn't quite sure. Hopefully, if nothing else, they were already done with... whatever it was they wanted with the older dragons' family issues.

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

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_{Manyroads' Maps, Tradegate, the Outlands
@Lurking Krog, @XxFellsingxX, @Abstract Proxy, @Guardian Angel Haruki}

For whatever reason, Garnet seemed to be the only one smiling over her latest acquisition. She caught the looks and the glares leveled at her, but didn't answer in kind, her smile not once wavering. Buncha grumps, here new companions! Maybe they should've rummaged around the shop too and found their own treasures, that ought to cheer them up.

Before she could suggest as much, the shopkeeper — who was actually smilin' too, would ya look at that! — approached the matter with logic and tact and reason and a bunch of other things that hardly mattered when the compass was shiny and inscribed with the runes of her people!

Garnet grimaced at the word pricey — and as the man finished his request, realization visited her expression, if briefly. Her eyes narrowed at the man's changed tone. This man, he was...

He was asking for stuff for free! How weird was that?!

"Nah," Garnet said simply, cheerily, her expression unchanging, seemingly none the wiser of the magic that had tried to take a hold of her.

Then something swooshed past her. Garnet turned to find a flurry of feathers clouding her vision for a brief moment, as something glided past. A bird? As the goblin blinked after the creature, her eyes focused on where the thing landed — and what it dropped in Melvin's hands. The compass. Her compass.

And it was smug about it too-!

Garnet blinked once, twice, jabbing out a finger in surprise. "Yer--- yer a thief!" she gasped, her widened eyes seeming to take up most of the space on her tiny face. "'N..."

Her grin returned, laughter spilling past yellowed teeth as she doubled over to slap her knee. "N a damn goo' one at tha'!" she straightened, wiping at her nose and resuming her pointing at her new archrival. "Ya got me! Ya got me — t'is time. But ain't a Dwarf a'ive who fo'ets a debt! 'S on now, fowl t'ief! Ya be'er sleep with tha' fluffy head o' yours tu'ned 180 degrees, ya hear?"

Then, as if she hadn't just tried to steal from him and refused his request to return his belongings, Garnet turned to the shopkeep and asked, casual as any customer, one hand already in her coin pouch: "So 'ow big a dis'ount we talkin' on that the'e c'mpass?"

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

Gonna post in a few now, just need some food first.

Symphony on High

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20 | Female | Maverick Alternative | So(ME)thing On Your Mind
Kiss & Make Up | Handgun | Physical | We Are But Dust and Shadow
Hellspawn | Streetside Devil
Friends on the Other Side | Shadow | Abyssus Abyssum Invocat
[Obfuscate, Intangible] Damage X (6), Restrain (4), Blink (4), Minor Heal (2), Summon (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Homing (2), Avoid (2), AoE (2), Bend (0), Construction (4)

[Gold Touch][AoE*][Intangible] = -120

*just in case, because the train is beeg, even though it is just one creature (= one "target"?).

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 1000

PHYSICAL: D | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: E | 438

"Guess you were right!" Ciri shouted triumphantly over Regina's howl, her own pained face twisting into a grin underneath the flames. Being on fire actually hurt marginally less this time, be it because she was jacked up on adrenaline or because she knew her enemy was hurting more for fucking once. "Hitting definitely isn't your style, so how 'bout you give the running part a go?!"

Though she was talking smack, Ciri's heart felt like it was actively trying to beat our her chest — since, much as her melody had done, she was painfully aware that the fire bitch wasn't quite dead yet. And she wasn't sure if her little intangibility trick would work twice in a row.

She took a hasty step backwards to avoid Regina's desperate swing, only then realizing that her foot wasn't sinking into mass of sinewy shit anymore. Come to think of it, the train's pitiful wailing was gone too — or maybe she'd just gone fucking deaf from the screaming. So did that mean their job was... done? They'd come here to help, and if Crazy Train was healed, presumably by the aura of the other Train that passed them earlier, then wasn't—

Once again, she was denied the chance to think, as It materialized to shove her adversary down once more, only to have to avoid a slash from one of the nuns. Ciri's eyes flew wide, relief she refused to show seeping into her voice. "Was about damn time! Where the fuck were you?!"

Then the party really started. It and the nun weren't the only guests to show up; in an instant, a dude who looked strikingly like Regina — some sort of siscon freak, probably — descended upon her. Ciri had little time but to swing her arm out to try and guide her partner to intercept it, when someone else did so for her. Someone unexpected.

Ciri fell unceremoniously on her ass, both literally and figuratively.

"Blue?!" she gasped, not having expected hired help to put herself in between her and a giant incoming shield so willingly.

"Can you please do something about that stupid smoke instead!?"

... Oi! Just 'cause she saved her didn't mean she could start barking orders at her!

"Man, would you give me a sec?! Been a little preoccupied here!" Ciri snapped out of reflex, gesturing towards Regina just as the other Esper's eyes seemed to land on her as well.

Apparently, Blue knew the dude too, trying to talk some sense into him while she tried to parry his shield with a goddamn kitchen knife. A big kitchen knife, but still. The nuns were still around too, and Ciri was still not a close quarter combatant. At least It was here, but—

It was a little desperate, and needed her to trust two monsters she really didn't know she could, but it was worth a try. She really couldn't do anything but try.

"Boteg!" She shouted telepathically, desperate to reach him. She wasn't sure where he was exactly, but he was supposed to be nearby - no, she knew he was. And she hoped that was enough for her words to reach him. "You're goddamn dragon, start acting like it! If this shit works, we'll be, uh, free-falling in a sec, so you'd better catch us. I'll buy you all the melty gold you want!"

She did the telepathic equivalent of hanging up on him before he could reply, if he had even heard her — then glanced down at the train underneath her. "Hey, Train. Just Train, cause calling you Crazy is a little tactless, huh? Look, us Maverick, we came here to help you, and it looks like apart from this fire ant infestation, you're all good now. So... wanna help me get us all off your back? Right now? All you gotta do is not fight what I'm about to do, a'ight?"

Ciri pushed herself on all fours, pressing both of her palms into the train's back, and tried.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge - [Ended]

I'm still here as well, regardless of how we continue!

Planescape: Search for Tir na Og

'Tis next on my list!

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge - [Ended]

Finally managed to read up on what's been going on and post! Here's hoping I didn't trigger a fireball trap or something first thing after coming back.

P2e - Threshold of Knowledge - [Ended]

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Well now, it seemed their eventful morning was far from over. From catching repulsive fish to pacifying even more repulsive bugs to what appeared to be a manhunt and a rescue mission both, they sure had their hands full. Still, as they left Teacher Ot's office behind to follow the watery trail, Elaeshor couldn't say he minded this new turn of events. He was quite interested indeed to see what it was the assailant's had wanted with Ot. The man himself, or something of value he possessed? An artifact, magic, or simply knowledge? Perhaps he could find a way to benefit from whatever it was, were they to find it.

But first, they had to find it.

The watery footsteps, suspiciously easy to follow, eventually led them to a gaudy door and a reflective clock that accompanied it, its numbers corresponding with the position of the various symbols. Fleur confirmed as much, magic apparently telling her the two were indeed connected.

Before Elaeshor could take a step to investigate further, his little companions went ahead and started pushing the symbols. He watched as they lit up a symbol for each of the clock's hands, lighting up gems, with Fleur encouraging them. On the right track, she'd said, yet something appeared to still be missing?

The kitsune took another gander at the clock. They'd matched the hands, yet... his eyes trailed to the map. They needed something more. The only thing that still corresponded to anything on the clock face, apart from the mundane numbers, was— another face. The one in the middle of the door, where the map was on the clock.

"Excuse me, if I may," he mused as he strode forward, reaching out a hand to try and press a finger on the portrait in the middle, hoping he was indeed correct and not about to be zapped by whatever magical defense this thing held. Otherwise, this might end up being the second worst moment of today, right after the whole fishing ordeal.