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20 days ago
Current Stop being passive aggressive. Just be aggressive.
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1 yr ago
It is certainly not 'optimal', but it *is* doable, depending on what you want to do with it. You could go swords or valor bard and play them more like a warrior with some magical ability
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2 yrs ago
One might say your villain arc has begun. Embrace it.
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2 yrs ago
Man do I love watching the circus
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@Haha haha I'm glad you remember πŸ˜… this one isn't too dissimilar from Spiritum Galahad, at least as far as his family background goes. He's just snarkier and more of an asshole. He's still a tsundere

I was going to message you about it if it got the okay, I had a thought of the Quaid family being nominally related to the royal family of the Stormlands. I'll send you a pm about it later

Hopefully we get someone in the party that understands money πŸ˜…


First draft of my character is done, I'll do another pass in a bit. I liked the way @Shard wrote out his stats so I might do that too.

Let me know if the minor acana is too much. Idk if we were allowed to have one but the sheet made me think we could
Think I'm gonna settle on Strength afterall, I have an idea for a somewhat snooty nobleman, or disgraced scion type

@Haha in regards to the stats on the sheet, I know the min is 1 and max is 10, what would you consider 'average'?
Maybe I'll try my hand at the strength arcana, flying is cool. I'll browse and peruse a bit more
Haha I was about to say that I'd go for magician if you were dead set on sun! Take your pick and I'll write a character for the other @Shard

Edit: oh, apparently magician has not been seen in a thousand years, maybe I'll have to adjust
Are you trying to avoid repeats for arcana? I was interested in the sun arcana but I think someone else wants it
Paying attention to this


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Location Β· |@vietmyke] Desert Rest Stop Β· Everyone Nearby
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Jin Wei twitched uncomfortably as the man started going on about Synergy. Unsurprisingly he was one of them. To be honest, Jin wasn't used to talking with these sorts of people, usually it was just a warning shot and an order to shove off before the actual shooting began. Jin rarely ever got this close to them. In fact, had they been in any other situation, Jin would've already shot his warning shot and would be pointing the barrel of his gun at the man- but they were in a bit more delicate of a situation than being on the pipe, and shooting one of the drivers only spelled bad fortune for the caravan's survival.

Unfortunately for him, the man seemingly didn't give a fuck what the situation was, his greed obviously valuing the potential haul of valuable Synergy over the lives of the benders in his 'care'. Obviously the man wasn't having it, leveling not so subtle threats at him. As the man placed his hand on his hip, so too, did Jin's stance shift from 'casual' to 'ready' with his levergun.

However, before anything could happen, they became made aware of something coming in the distance- followed by the chaos of an attack. Had they been sold out? Jin barely had the time to formulate the thoughts in his head before he realized he was distracted. Whipping his head back to face the man in front of them, things were devolving rapidly. Jin started to move his rifle up, but Sumire stepped in the way- trying to protect him (ignoring the fact that he was in the process of trying to protect her) and as the explosion threw them to the ground, Jin heard the man's gun bark once- and felt his face get thrown back a split second later.

Jin hit the ground hard, dazed, ears ringing, his mouth tasting of copper and grit. His eyes struggled to focus, and he saw things in panes- repeated images playing across his view. Sunlight filtered through a large, spiderwebbing crack in the center of his faceplate. He heard voices yelling, and he felt someone grab his shoulders and pull him half up. He heard Reman talking to him, telling him to get up as well.

"Easy for you to say," Jin grunted as he struggled to his feet, "You didn't just get shot in the head."

Jin heard an 'Eep!' from Sumire and turned to find the dazed man struggling to get up, grabbing at Sumire's foot as he tried to stop them from getting away from him. Jin saw one of Sumire's bunny ears ripped from the ricochet of a bullet as she tried to pull herself away from him. Staggering out of Reman's grasp Jin put a pair of arms around Sumire and unceremoniously ripped her away from the man. Stumbling forward, the man swung a fist at Jin, bones cracking against the side of Jin's armored helmet as he cried out in pain. In response, Jin merely took a step forward and slugged the gunless gunman in the face with a steel plated glove, breaking his nose and sending him to the ground.

Pulling himself back up to his full height, he was now aware of the sound of a woman yelling at him to get in the car and drive. He shot a look over in the voice's direction, a shattered faceplate distorting the image so he couldn't quite see who it was yelling at him.

"You're more than welcome to get in another fucking car if I'm taking too long." He retorted sarcastically, the lights of the Kyoshi already blinking as they unlocked "Maybe hitch a ride with them?" He spat, pointing at the smoking, disabled junker of a car next to them. Jin yanked the driver side door open, the woman was right, they were running out of time, but Jin was never one to take a mouthing off without replying in kind. "Shut up and get in the car. Mire, shotgun, the rest of you figure it out yourselves."

Sumire slid over the hood as Jin grabbed the bar by the driver side door. As one foot placed itself in the car, Jin felt something grabbing at his ankle. Looking down, he saw the driver that tried to rob him, now weaponless and defenseless.

"W-wait!" The man spluttered through a bloody, broken nose, "You can't just leave me here!"

Jin regarded the broken man for a short moment before he nodded. "Fair enough." He leveled the barrel of his gun at the man's skull.

"Wait-"

The rifle cracked once, and the driver-side door of the Kyoshi slammed shut.

Pulling his helmet off his face, Jin pushed the start button on the Kyoshi and flicked a half dozen switches. Steel windows went blank for a moment before displays began to blink on, automatically filtering out the haze of the sand billowing around them. Fingers impatiently fidgeting with the control panel of his vehicle as he waited for everyone to finish throwing themselves into the vehicle. Hell, at this point in time Jin didn't particularly care about who was in his car or who he left behind. As long as Reman and Sumire were in the car, that's all that mattered. Reman had a direction to go, Sumire was Sumire. The rest of them could get in line and come along for the ride or pound sand. Chances are the rest of the caravan was fucked anyhow.

So long as they could load up fast enough, the only thing really standing in their way now was the big... guy...? Person...? Thing...? Jin wasn't entirely sure who or what it was, but he figured it wasn't faster than a car. It was standing in between them and the rest of the Si Wong Desert, but they were on open sand, he could just swing the car in a wide berth around the thing, and pray that the rest of the RSF were too busy cleaning up the rest of the caravan to pay attention to a single vehicle booking it into the wastes.


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Location Β· Date & Time Β· [&vietmyke]Desert OutpostΒ· Morning Β· @vietmyke
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The last 24 hours had been a blur. The explosion at the Synergy Center, the sudden empowering of his already little known powers. On the bright side, anyone that saw his powers was either dead or on his side for the time being. On the not-so-bright side, that brief anonymity would not likely last long. They needed to get out of the city and somewhere safe- relatively speaking. The Xuoshi engineer new a possible refuge away from the city, and that was all Jin needed to hear before he started formulating plans. Reman had a direction, Jin had a means to achieve said direction, and from there they were flying by seat of their pants.

With people still confused about what was happening, it was easy for Vyska to use her authority to push the other SynEn employees to do what she wanted or needed of them- she along with the rest of their growing little group wouldn't be there to suffer the consequences anyway. Additional provisions, or at least whatever they could grab at such short notice were procured, and any unnecessary junk and weight was unceremoniously dumped out of Jin's car and onto the garage floor. Jack cleared the garage of personnel, and Sumire discreetly gave the override to open the usually secured gates to allow them to reach the outside.

As for Sumire, it was a difficult decision, but one that ultimately only had one answer. She had a life in this city, and people depended on her just like Jin did. But Jin couldn't and wouldn't let her stay behind in the city- she'd already incriminated herself by assisting them, and if it was ever discovered that Jin and Vyska were benders, it wouldn't be long before the RSF were knocking on her door. No, as terrible as it sounded, the safest place for her to be was out of the city with him. In truth, her fate had been sealed the moment she discovered he was a bender- she was his closest, and to an extent his only friend in the city, and any RSF spook would be able to piece that together with ease. There was a tearful call goodbye to her mother, saying that she was going on an extended expedition along the pipes, and wasn't sure when she'd be able to get in contact again.

And with that, they were gone.

Admittedly, Jin and company's journey to the rest stop was easier than most. The Kyoshi was custom tailored to handle the trials and tribulations of the desert, and with much of the excess gear ditched, it was much lighter and easy to maneuver. The same couldn't be said of others- many walked, others came in beat up vehicles that frankly Jin was surprised were still able to keep themselves together. Jin wasn't sure how he was roped into it but at some point he became a designated driver for the burgeoning caravan of refugees. He didn't remember if he volunteered or was voluntold, but he was now the driver of his own little company of benders and outcasts.

Even from his spot in the shade of the rest stop, he could see the other drivers eyeing up his car like a hunk of meat at a butcher shop. He wasn't happy about that, but he wasn't surprised. While quite suped up- even for a Pipe Runner vehicle, amongst his coworkers, his car wasn't that much of a jump ahead. But here at this rest stop, his car may as well be from another world. Being frank, Jin was surprised that those old beat up cars had even made it out here in one piece, never mind try to brave the oncoming sandstorm. Even in the Kyoshi, Jin would be hesitant to take a storm like that head on.

"Should we stop them? Sumire yawned, interrupting his thoughts. Her voice was slightly digitized through her Pipe Runner helmet- a white helmet similar to Jin's, with a bunny ear headband affixed to the top. Her helmet was also notably in much better shape than Jin's, rarely used and still relatively unscarred by the sands. The two had been taking turns getting some rest, and only the desire to stretch their legs saw them exit Jin's Kyoshi. Jin's gaze beneath his polarized visor affixed itself to the one man that had taken it upon himself to take a closer look at the vehicle. The armored shutters made seeing into the vehicle itself an exercise in futility.

"Unless one of them has a grenade launcher in their pants I'm not that worried." Jin replied casually, though he still stood up from his seat by the wall of the rest stop, picking up his rifle as he did. "Though that being said, I'd rather these guys not get too comfortable with my car."

Catching sight of the Xuoshi engineer rounding the corner as he got up, Jin waved him down. They didn't know each other, not really. But something about their current circumstances meant he was one of the few friendly faces that Jin could relatively trust not to stab him in the back- at least for the moment.

"Reman, c'mon, we're gonna be mounting up soon." Jin called out to the man, gesturing for him to follow. "How're you holding up?"

A small group was also already forming around the Kyoshi, most likely the others that would be riding with them. The one that didn't belong was a sort of rough and tumble looking man- likely another driver- with a gun at his hip. Seemingly ignoring the growing group around his car, the man continued snooping around Jin's car, even going so far as to grab the door handle and try to open up the driver side door. It was locked, obviously. Jin for his part had his own gun in his hands as well- though not aggressively, but held rather casually in his grasp, with its muzzle pointed at the ground.

"Those of you in my car," Jin's digitized voice called out to the others, making his presence known, "Spare helmets and filters are on the outer racks on the left. Help yourselves. Might come in handy- though I might not have enough for everyone." Sumire quickly crossed over to the car, giving both Jin and the other driver a fairly wide berth as she approached the others.

"They're not as necessary while we're in the car, but they have sand and dust filters in case the weather stays bad!" Sumire said helpfully, pulling her own helmet off to greet the others.

"Hey there, friend. I think my car is full up on riders." Jin called out to the man creeping about his car, in a tone that, while not hostile was decidedly less than friendly. Jin stood a few feet away from the man, hand casually resting on his rifle. Now, I'm not looking for any trouble here. I hope you're not looking for any neither."



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Location Β· Date & Time Β· [&vietmyke]Synergy Storage Facility
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Jin watched the small talk between his boss and the Xuoshi engineer with a mild interest. He was more curious as to what they were doing than anything else. It was generally talk about making their job on the line a little easier- which was surprising to Jin to say the least. The thought of higher ups actually giving a shit about the general conditions of the Pipe Runners was the last thing Jin expected them to actually be doing. He was more expecting some sort of backroom or underhanded deal- occurring under the guise of a 'ride along'. Though that being said, he could still be wrong. Maybe it was all an elaborate ruse after all.

Whatever was actually going on, Jin would never find out- as Sumire was quick to gather everyone's attention. It took a second for Jin to fully be aware of what he was looking at, he wasn't used to looking at data displays from this level. The wave of caution symbols appearing on the screen quickly followed blaring sirens and a wave of pink explosions along the pipeline stretching out in front of them. Stepping closer towards the window, Jin watched the blossoming flowers of energy with morbid interest before his mind truly registered what was happening. His eyes darted for Sumire, mouth opening to tell her to stand back, but he'd barely gotten a word out before she flung herself at him.

The impact of Sumire's smaller frame against his did little more than rock him a step or so back. Jin blinked- physical contact wasn't a regular occurrence in the life of a Pipe Runner, a mixture of surprise and amusement passing through him as he lightly patted his junior's head.

"Safer than a seatbelt." Jin chuckled as he watched Sumire step back, noting the flush to her cheeks as she quickly began dusting herself off. The mood quickly shifted however, as a strange feeling, a sort of pressure on his brow made itself present, though Jin was quickly distracted by Vyska's screaming. Jin quickly turned to his boss, noticing the burning hands. Turning back to Sumire in time to see the Operator behind her grab her, Jin's eyes widened in surprise.

"Woah! Hey what the fuck?! 'Mire!" Jin shouted out, quickly closing the distance between himself and his junior. "Get the fuck off her." Jin continued as he grabbed the operator's wrist with one hand and wrenched it off of Sumire, his other arm quickly wrapping around her and pulling her behind him. The operator's eyes looked glazed over, vacant, but seemed to still have awareness, as the arms clawed, flailed and grabbed at the two of them. His mouth was agape, but he seemed not to hear or respond to any of Jin's prompts.

As Jin struggled to keep the man away from him and Sumire, he could've sword he saw what looked like a shadow or a cloud of smoke behind the crazed operator. Normally, he'd be too busy to clock that, but the shape was vaguely that of a human's, and tethers seemed to connect it to the madman in front of them. Whatever the true nature of shadow was, Jin couldn't tell- he was far too distracted as the operator swiped at him again, his time managing to scrape across Jin's face with an outstretched hand.

"Sonova bitch!" Jin growled as he covered his face. Jin felt the metallic taste of blood on his lips as the blow from the operator broke the skin. "Fuck off!" Jin bellowed. Squaring his feet, Jin placed his hand on the psycho operator's chest and shoved the man away as hard as he could.

All the tension and pressure on Jin's brow suddenly lifted as a gust of wind followed his shove. Jin had air bended before, so he knew what it felt like, but he'd never felt it like this before. Usually, he had enough self control to not accidentally bend- his life was on the line after all, but now it felt unruly, wild and free. The mad operator took a half step towards Jin, struggling against the massive current of air pushing at him before he lost his footing and was sent flying head over heels across the room like a ragdoll. The massive windows of the control center shattered as the body was thrown against it and shoved through, glass shards and chunks flying outward along with the wind.

The warm desert air met Jin's face as he and Sumire stared out the broken window. "You okay?" he asked. Sumire nodded breathlessly. The two shared a look for a moment before looking back out the window, down at Jin's hands, then back at each other.

"Fuck." The young operator said quietly. Jin nodded in agreement.

"Fuck."
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