Fantasy Faereach City of Magicks (Now Accepting)

[Mitchs98]

Oscar watched with the corner of his eye as a large plant monster tried to move stealthily through a crowd of humanoids and turned its attention to himself and this unofficial manager he was dealing with. He was unsure if he should be on guard until it turned away again and chanted with the crowd. He decided to keep track of it, but not consider it a threat. His conclusion was only reinforced by the unofficial manager treating it like a pet.
More importantly, though, the unofficial manager had blown him off in favor of a text message. There being nothing ruder than texting during a conversation, and her not apologizing for it or even providing an excuse, Oscar felt his temper flare up. His perfect day had been ruined by a stupid chant and now he was being blown off by someone who thought they were too good for him. He'd about had enough nonsense.


"Look, girlie, your chant just cost me a potential girlfriend. I'm not in the best of moods, and you keep blowing me off for that damn phone of yours. Since you're supposedly that guy's manager, I'm gonna have to demand you compensate me for my losses. So, you going to be civil and offer me something or am I going to have to keep making demands?" Oscar went to great lengths to keep his tone level and to keep his face neutral, though both seemed slightly strained by the effort.


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Ferra





Ferra's grin turned from a grin, to an amused smirk, to finally full on laughter by the time the man had ended his rant. Before she could say anything, however, Hitsu had texted her back. She saw this as an opportunity to piss the guy off more, plus she was also curious to see what Hitsu had in store. Holding up one finger as to say 'hold that thought' she took her phone out and once again replied with inhuman speed before pocketing it once again.

Hitsu

them

Hey Ferra. Where are you?

me

Flying above the crowd cheering Torr on, lol. Surprised you didn't see me. I'll explain how I can fly later, you should come over. Also, how do you have my number? [/COLOR] O.o [COLOR=rgb(0,0,0)]

them

You gave me your number when you were drunk before I left. And I have a better idea...

me

Ohh. Makes sense..I do that more than you'd think ([/COLOR] :P [COLOR=rgb(0,0,0)]). Anywho, what's this better idea of yours?

them

You'll see

me

Look forward 2 it. (B^D)

"Well buddy fi-" She began, but was quickly side tracked when Frillz grabbed him and told him to hush before tossing him to the ground. At that she burst out laughing, so much so she was unable to sustain flight and hit the ground with a soft thud convulsing with laughter. Slowly she composed herself and stood up holding her stomach. "Awesome job Frillz, awesome." She told him, giggling and patting him on the back.


Then she turned back to Oscar to resume her side of the rant. "Annnyyywho. I'm not a life counseler ya know? I'm a vampire, I eat blood and occassionnaly get into drunken bar fights. That said, you must be terribad if you couldn't hold a girl that actually likes wrestling, especially seeing as I can get dates even with my glorius personality." She told him, sarcasm and condescendance practically dripping off her words as she spoke them. "That said, lemme offer a bit of advice. The chick is always right, even if she is wrong, she is right. Surely, that is a fairly simple guideline, no?" Pausing she walked up to him and looked him straight in the face, mere inches from his actual face "Or maybe, you're the simple one demanding compensation from a freaking vampire for shit she didn't directly cause, hm?" She added threateningly, her voice taking on a more malicious tone.


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Malorn Drakanos

After sleeping much later than usual, Malorn was on his way to work, opting to walk for once. Walking was so..mundane so...human, but for some odd reason or another he decided to for once. And what did he find when he arrived to work? Three different police cars and the place absolutely freaking trashed. His mind was positively blown at that point, apparently some genius decided to rob a cafe that only at most kept two hundred dollars in the register. And to top it all off they'd be closed the next two weeks for repairs. "What the fuck.." were the first words to escape his lips upon hearing this news. The normally laid back Marlon was pissed as hell, and rightfully so seeing as his sole source of money would be closed for two weeks. Sure, he could steal it, but that was so..typical..of a demon to do. Not to mention extremely boring seeing as he could level a bank with a simply gesture if he were so inclined.


Cramming his hands in his coat pockets he did an abrupt 180 on his heel and turned the other way, 'noping' the hell out of the situation before him before he leveled the cafè entirely. Apparently, according to bypassers rushing in that direction, there was a fight going on nearby in town. Malorn shrugged, Why not..nothing else better to do. He thought before taking to the sky with a few flaps of his wings. Eventually, he came across a fallen angel and a kitsune that decided to spectate the fight from a rooftop. Landing beside them as soon as Hitsugya was starting to leave he spoke whilst leaning against the side of the building directly beside the one there were on. "Did I..miss anything interesting?" He asked in a calm barely interested tone, talking to these people as if he actually knew them.





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[EviSaurus]

||The Pizzaria > Abandoned Building > Skyscraper - Faereach City||




Mykky
​

She bit her lip, looking at Melchio as their pizza was delivered and he took a bite. He looked at her and cocked an eyebrow, as if asking what she wanted to know.


"Well, Nyr, I... don't know any place like that in the city... But if need be we can always go to The Forest That Wa-" Instantly Melchio's eyes bulged, and he choked on his pizza, and after a minute of coughing and drinking Cherry Pepsi, he glared at her, eyes red from the choking, and voice hoarse from it too.


"A-are you kidding?! Your homeland?! No! She'd die! If not immediately then in a long, drawn-out, painful death! I don't care how much a connection she has with the forest and the earth and all that!" He leaned forward, eyes narrowed, glaring at Mykky as if she were crazy. "That place is cursed! You know that! The only reason we survived there was because I had divine protection and you've grown up there all your life! If we brought her there..." He glanced at her solemnly, as if imagining her face in terrible pain from her very lungs melting from the acid-like poisonous gas that constituted as "air" in the forest. Plus, inwardly, Melchio didn't want to have to fly them all the way back to the city when they were done with their little meditation sesh.


"Fine, fine! But you don't have to yell numbnuts!" She growled back, taking a bite of her third of the pizza. "...Though now that I think about it, I guess you're right. Unless you could somehow get a god or angel to protect you, or you somehow gained a natural immunity to toxins, you'd die there. Guess we gotta think of somethin' else..." She sighed, reclining in her chair. That is, before she whipped her head back up, pizza in mouth, eyes sparkling. She took a bite, swallowed and hurriedly spoke her mind.


"I know! I've heard of this really serene- really beautiful too- place in the city! It's known as 'Crystal Pond'! It's said it's super serene, despite the people that visit, plus it's the closest thing to nature in the city I've heard yet!" She was moreso excited to see all the plants there than actually experience the serenity of the park. Perhaps she could do a little manipulation on the side...?





"Shounds lahke ah good idea t'me. *Gulp!* What about you, Nyr?" He glanced at her out of the bottom of his glass, which he'd emptied while Mykky was trying to think of a good place for her bud to meditate.

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Falcon
​

Falcon blinked once, twice, thrice, watching the familiar dissolve the arm like his acid would dissolve a person's skin, bone, and flesh. Mildly impressed, he tossed it the rest of the arm he hadn't ate and watched in a mixture of awe and hunger as it dissolved that too. Interesting. He doubted he'd be able to manipulate that thing's pH levels like he'd been able to do with people's blood, should he get his fingers in them, but it seemed like he wouldn't have to- this thing was the perfect garbage disposal! Well, when it wanted to eat, anyway. This thing, and this thought both scared him and made him laugh- humorlessly, mind you- was more like him than what he first thought.


"Well well. Aren't you just an interesting little blob, Bubble." He ripped off the poor woman's foot, and tossed it into the remains of her shirt, which rested above the fire, still soaked in blood and a black liquid, which when it hit the fire from dripping out of the soaked shirt, caused a mini firework show for him. His venom. Quite volatile. Able to-


"...What the hell are you doing you aren't a dog get out of my lap please." He muttered, glaring down at the blob in embarrassment. He wasn't used to affection. What was this thing doing. He didn't like it. Or, he did, and he wanted to not like it. Bah. Emotions. Too confusing. "This is why I ditched feelings for food..." He grunted, though he made no move to remove the blob from his lap. Sitting in front of a cold, bright fire like this in the dusty, abandoned building he'd made his resting place... It almost felt like he was home.


Almost.


That's when his mind was essentially raped by a thought that wasn't his own, and it made him go stiff as a board, his pupils dilated to tiny slits, a shocked, low, warning hiss escaping his lips.


"...Who the hell was that?" He whispered, not feeling fear, but apprehension. He learned to fear nothing- not even the supernatural. He wasn't a magical being. Being virtually physically invincible made him have give something up, or he might as well be a god. That, was magic, and all things supernatural. That is, until he met this... blob.


That's when it hit him. And when it did, it hit him like a sack of bricks. A maaagic sack of bricks. Because... scales.


...shut up. Even I run out of material.


"You..." A shocked expression spread across Falcon's face as he glanced down at the blob in his lap. "You... spoke to me? But... how? I-I'm not magic. I'm just an abomination... Is it because I fed you- you're welcome for that Bubble, by the way- that I can understand you?" He stood, holding Aquios out at arms length, trying to see if the familiar was hiding something, but, of course, he found nothing. Still bewildered, he sat down, careful not to hold Aquios over the fire. Though outside he was emotionless, inside he was reeling, and if he could cry, he might've. Might.


"Nyr... your master. You speak of them fondly. Can you... tell me about them? Then I'll tell you what I am in exchange. Fair? Plus-" He removed half of the foot from the cloth by breaking it off like how one might break off a turkey leg at Thanksgiving. "-I'll share this half of the foot with you. Okay?" This was his first time experiencing magic, or anything supernatural that didn't want to kill him, maim him, or torture him. Was... this luck? Or the opposite?

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~Frillz! Yeah!~



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Frillz could hear the man from before behind him, talking again. As annoying as he expected- though expectations were not something Frillz normally had. He frowned, trying his best to keep his eyes on the fight, only for the man's complaining to begin to get on his nerves- he didn't even realize he had those- and genuinely annoy him. He felt that little tug in his stomach again. Though he still had a bit of a belly, he'd digested all the dragon meat, and was now ready to eat some more. And this human'd make a good appetizer. So, with a clearly displeased look on his face, he wrapped one of his hands around Oscar like he was a granola bar, and brought him to his face, teeth gritted.


"Hush." He hissed, before tossing the man to the ground like a ragdoll. He might as well have been one. He weighed nothing to the Venus flytrap monster. He was like an action figure to him, with Frillz's hand easily wrapping around the entirety of the man's torso like a vise. If he didn't shut up, he'd eat him, screw whatever Mykky said.

Nyr was about to make a comment about the fact that she could manipulate air but when Mykky suggested the pond she nodded.


"That sounds lovely, actually. As long as it's calm and I can connect my essence with the Earth's, we'll be good." She grins, digging into her pizza. To say she didn't have table manners would be an understatement. Granted it didn't help that the only thing she's eaten all week was a plate of french fries. Still, she ate her pizza happily and sipped down the rest of her soda. She glanced at Melchio after going through a couple slices.


"You sound like you underestimate me- I am not a mere human, Melchio. I am much more than that. I am the oceans, the Earth, the air, the sun- I am simply a being on elemental proportions that magic cannot even begin to comprehend. Yes, my power has limits and can kill me. Yes, I will die if I am poisoned. But I have been taught to listen to what Mother Earth says to me, and I have been taught to manipulate the elements to do my bidding and I will not die so easily. I might look like a simple human on the outside, but you have not witnessed the extent of my power." She turned her attention back to her pizza, munching as if she hadn't said anything at all. She was a strange person, that's for sure.


As protective as she got over her people and her culture, she was still just a kid at heart. There was plenty that she had yet to experience, but she would have a long time to experience it.


"When I was placed as the Grand Shaman in my tribe, I was granted one gift- a near eternal life. I will not die of old age, the Mother Earth will guarantee that, but I can still be killed in battle or otherwise. The longer I live, the stronger my power grows. However, the longer I live, the more pronounced my weaknesses will become." She puffed her cheeks out before taking another bite of pizza. She was rather enjoying her new friends.

~Aquios~

​

Aquios bubbled a little bit in happiness when the stranger acknowledged the fact that it was indeed him talking to him. Sort of. He nestles down further, bubbling a little bit as he debated on how mad Nyr would be if he spilled the beans about her. Than again, he was curious about this stranger and that half of the foot was tempting him...so he threw all caution to the wind and started talking about Nyr to the stranger.


"Nyr conjured me up when she was only ten. It is a rite of passage for all young Shamans to conjure up a familiar. Most of her clan was shocked when I came from the Shaman Stone. My kin are all huge, viscous creatures that can destroy mountains, and they're all made up of one element. Clearly, as you can see, I'm a bit on the small side and comprised of two elements. But that doesn't speak for my power. Nyr doesn't know this yet, but I house the very power to destroy mountain ranges, if I so please to do so. Unfortunately, I have to wait for her power to grow and expand before she can utilize mine. That was the law that was set into place by the Earth Mother so that we familiars and our shamanic companions can live in peace together without us turning on them. I know it seems impossible to turn on the one that created you, but I have watched many of my kin try to do so when their masters are cruel. As for Nyr? Well, I would never turn on her. She's gentle, kind, and has a connection with the Earth that you wouldn't believe. She's a peaceful being, but she is alone in this world. She is young, but she will have forever to think about the burden that rests on her shoulders. We were seperated from our tribe when a thunderstorm hit and when we woke up, we were here in this strange city. She doesn't know this yet, but she was outcasted by our ancestors for the purpose of teaching her a sense of individualism and to help her power grow quicker. She missed out on a lot of experiences because of this, and she is very saddened, but I believe she will grow into the woman that her mother was.


Aquios finished telling the full tale about Nyr and who she was before settling down again, warbling and rolling onto what would be considered his back as he stared up at Falcon with that curious look in his wide eyes again. He was enjoying the company of this being, truly. However odd and interesting he might be. It was a nice change, as much as he loved Nyr, he didn't get to interact with others all that much.

​

 

[Veyd Sahvoz]

@Halohbottech
Ferra





Ferra's grin turned from a grin, to an amused smirk, to finally full on laughter by the time the man had ended his rant. Before she could say anything, however, Hitsu had texted her back. She saw this as an opportunity to piss the guy off more, plus she was also curious to see what Hitsu had in store. Holding up one finger as to say 'hold that thought' she took her phone out and once again replied with inhuman speed before pocketing it once again.

Hitsu

them

Hey Ferra. Where are you?

me

Flying above the crowd cheering Torr on, lol. Surprised you didn't see me. I'll explain how I can fly later, you should come over. Also, how do you have my number? [/COLOR] O.o [COLOR=rgb(0,0,0)]

them

You gave me your number when you were drunk before I left. And I have a better idea...

me

Ohh. Makes sense..I do that more than you'd think ([/COLOR] :P [COLOR=rgb(0,0,0)]). Anywho, what's this better idea of yours?

them

You'll see

me

Look forward 2 it. (B^D)

"Well buddy fi-" She began, but was quickly side tracked when Frillz grabbed him and told him to hush before tossing him to the ground. At that she burst out laughing, so much so she was unable to sustain flight and hit the ground with a soft thud convulsing with laughter. Slowly she composed herself and stood up holding her stomach. "Awesome job Frillz, awesome." She told him, giggling and patting him on the back.


Then she turned back to Oscar to resume her side of the rant. "Annnyyywho. I'm not a life counseler ya know? I'm a vampire, I eat blood and occassionnaly get into drunken bar fights. That said, you must be terribad if you couldn't hold a girl that actually likes wrestling, especially seeing as I can get dates even with my glorius personality." She told him, sarcasm and condescendance practically dripping off her words as she spoke them. "That said, lemme offer a bit of advice. The chick is always right, even if she is wrong, she is right. Surely, that is a fairly simple guideline, no?" Pausing she walked up to him and looked him straight in the face, mere inches from his actual face "Or maybe, you're the simple one demanding compensation from a freaking vampire for shit she didn't directly cause, hm?" She added threateningly, her voice taking on a more malicious tone.


-----


Malorn Drakanos

After sleeping much later than usual, Malorn was on his way to work, opting to walk for once. Walking was so..mundane so...human, but for some odd reason or another he decided to for once. And what did he find when he arrived to work? Three different police cars and the place absolutely freaking trashed. His mind was positively blown at that point, apparently some genius decided to rob a cafe that only at most kept two hundred dollars in the register. And to top it all off they'd be closed the next two weeks for repairs. "What the fuck.." were the first words to escape his lips upon hearing this news. The normally laid back Marlon was pissed as hell, and rightfully so seeing as his sole source of money would be closed for two weeks. Sure, he could steal it, but that was so..typical..of a demon to do. Not to mention extremely boring seeing as he could level a bank with a simply gesture if he were so inclined.


Cramming his hands in his coat pockets he did an abrupt 180 on his heel and turned the other way, 'noping' the hell out of the situation before him before he leveled the cafè entirely. Apparently, according to bypassers rushing in that direction, there was a fight going on nearby in town. Malorn shrugged, Why not..nothing else better to do. He thought before taking to the sky with a few flaps of his wings. Eventually, he came across a fallen angel and a kitsune that decided to spectate the fight from a rooftop. Landing beside them as soon as Hitsugya was starting to leave he spoke whilst leaning against the side of the building directly beside the one there were on. "Did I..miss anything interesting?" He asked in a calm barely interested tone, talking to these people as if he actually knew them.





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Hitsugya slammed the ground inbetween Torr and Ruidoso, the impact creating a bit of a crater in the ground and an enormous dust cloud.


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[loyalwolf]

@Halohbottech
Ferra





Ferra's grin turned from a grin, to an amused smirk, to finally full on laughter by the time the man had ended his rant. Before she could say anything, however, Hitsu had texted her back. She saw this as an opportunity to piss the guy off more, plus she was also curious to see what Hitsu had in store. Holding up one finger as to say 'hold that thought' she took her phone out and once again replied with inhuman speed before pocketing it once again.

Hitsu

them

Hey Ferra. Where are you?

me

Flying above the crowd cheering Torr on, lol. Surprised you didn't see me. I'll explain how I can fly later, you should come over. Also, how do you have my number? [/COLOR] O.o [COLOR=rgb(0,0,0)]

them

You gave me your number when you were drunk before I left. And I have a better idea...

me

Ohh. Makes sense..I do that more than you'd think ([/COLOR] :P [COLOR=rgb(0,0,0)]). Anywho, what's this better idea of yours?

them

You'll see

me

Look forward 2 it. (B^D)

"Well buddy fi-" She began, but was quickly side tracked when Frillz grabbed him and told him to hush before tossing him to the ground. At that she burst out laughing, so much so she was unable to sustain flight and hit the ground with a soft thud convulsing with laughter. Slowly she composed herself and stood up holding her stomach. "Awesome job Frillz, awesome." She told him, giggling and patting him on the back.


Then she turned back to Oscar to resume her side of the rant. "Annnyyywho. I'm not a life counseler ya know? I'm a vampire, I eat blood and occassionnaly get into drunken bar fights. That said, you must be terribad if you couldn't hold a girl that actually likes wrestling, especially seeing as I can get dates even with my glorius personality." She told him, sarcasm and condescendance practically dripping off her words as she spoke them. "That said, lemme offer a bit of advice. The chick is always right, even if she is wrong, she is right. Surely, that is a fairly simple guideline, no?" Pausing she walked up to him and looked him straight in the face, mere inches from his actual face "Or maybe, you're the simple one demanding compensation from a freaking vampire for shit she didn't directly cause, hm?" She added threateningly, her voice taking on a more malicious tone.


-----


Malorn Drakanos

After sleeping much later than usual, Malorn was on his way to work, opting to walk for once. Walking was so..mundane so...human, but for some odd reason or another he decided to for once. And what did he find when he arrived to work? Three different police cars and the place absolutely freaking trashed. His mind was positively blown at that point, apparently some genius decided to rob a cafe that only at most kept two hundred dollars in the register. And to top it all off they'd be closed the next two weeks for repairs. "What the fuck.." were the first words to escape his lips upon hearing this news. The normally laid back Marlon was pissed as hell, and rightfully so seeing as his sole source of money would be closed for two weeks. Sure, he could steal it, but that was so..typical..of a demon to do. Not to mention extremely boring seeing as he could level a bank with a simply gesture if he were so inclined.


Cramming his hands in his coat pockets he did an abrupt 180 on his heel and turned the other way, 'noping' the hell out of the situation before him before he leveled the cafè entirely. Apparently, according to bypassers rushing in that direction, there was a fight going on nearby in town. Malorn shrugged, Why not..nothing else better to do. He thought before taking to the sky with a few flaps of his wings. Eventually, he came across a fallen angel and a kitsune that decided to spectate the fight from a rooftop. Landing beside them as soon as Hitsugya was starting to leave he spoke whilst leaning against the side of the building directly beside the one there were on. "Did I..miss anything interesting?" He asked in a calm barely interested tone, talking to these people as if he actually knew them.





@loyalwolf @Veyd Sahvoz

Vix looked to his left to see the newcomer. He smirked and said " it's a little rude to start a conversation without introducing yourself first. But from the look of things, you just made it in time to see the show." Vix decided he needed to stretch out his limb, considering the last fight he had was with hitsugya a while ago. He turned toward the new guy and said " Looks like we get a front row seat, isn't this exciting" he says in a very obvious tone. He was wondering when would be the best moment to join the festivities. He smiled at the guy and said “ come and join us if you're bored, something tells me this is going to be fun.” With that, he jump off and land with grace and making as little noise as possible. “hitsugya, you do need to be so loud to make such an impressive entrance” vix said in a mocking tone. @Veyd Sahvoz @Mitchs98

 

[Veyd Sahvoz]

Vix looked to his left to see the newcomer. He smirked and said " it's a little rude to start a conversation without introducing yourself first. But from the look of things, you just made it in time to see the show." Vix decided he needed to stretch out his limb, considering the last fight he had was with hitsugya a while ago. He turned toward the new guy and said " Looks like we get a front row seat, isn't this exciting" he says in a very obvious tone. He was wondering when would be the best moment to join the festivities. He smiled at the guy and said “ come and join us if you're bored, something tells me this is going to be fun.” With that, he jump off and land with grace and making as little noise as possible. “hitsugya, you do need to be so loud to make such an impressive entrance” vix said in a mocking tone. @Veyd Sahvoz @Mitchs98

Once the dust left it revealed Hitsugya standing there, not giving a shit about anything that was going on, and his hands in his pockets. He glanced at this Ruidoso "What's the matter tough guy?... Cat got your tongue?" he smirked. In all the only reason he came to interfere was so he could get a better view at who the blabber mouth was. After seeing who it was he felt like putting an end to the stupidity.


(Hitsu be like, "I'm back bitches!" xD )


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[Sluggodile]

@Halohbottech
Ferra





Ferra's grin turned from a grin, to an amused smirk, to finally full on laughter by the time the man had ended his rant. Before she could say anything, however, Hitsu had texted her back. She saw this as an opportunity to piss the guy off more, plus she was also curious to see what Hitsu had in store. Holding up one finger as to say 'hold that thought' she took her phone out and once again replied with inhuman speed before pocketing it once again.

Hitsu

them

Hey Ferra. Where are you?

me

Flying above the crowd cheering Torr on, lol. Surprised you didn't see me. I'll explain how I can fly later, you should come over. Also, how do you have my number? [/COLOR] O.o [COLOR=rgb(0,0,0)]

them

You gave me your number when you were drunk before I left. And I have a better idea...

me

Ohh. Makes sense..I do that more than you'd think ([/COLOR] :P [COLOR=rgb(0,0,0)]). Anywho, what's this better idea of yours?

them

You'll see

me

Look forward 2 it. (B^D)

"Well buddy fi-" She began, but was quickly side tracked when Frillz grabbed him and told him to hush before tossing him to the ground. At that she burst out laughing, so much so she was unable to sustain flight and hit the ground with a soft thud convulsing with laughter. Slowly she composed herself and stood up holding her stomach. "Awesome job Frillz, awesome." She told him, giggling and patting him on the back.


Then she turned back to Oscar to resume her side of the rant. "Annnyyywho. I'm not a life counseler ya know? I'm a vampire, I eat blood and occassionnaly get into drunken bar fights. That said, you must be terribad if you couldn't hold a girl that actually likes wrestling, especially seeing as I can get dates even with my glorius personality." She told him, sarcasm and condescendance practically dripping off her words as she spoke them. "That said, lemme offer a bit of advice. The chick is always right, even if she is wrong, she is right. Surely, that is a fairly simple guideline, no?" Pausing she walked up to him and looked him straight in the face, mere inches from his actual face "Or maybe, you're the simple one demanding compensation from a freaking vampire for shit she didn't directly cause, hm?" She added threateningly, her voice taking on a more malicious tone.


-----


Malorn Drakanos

After sleeping much later than usual, Malorn was on his way to work, opting to walk for once. Walking was so..mundane so...human, but for some odd reason or another he decided to for once. And what did he find when he arrived to work? Three different police cars and the place absolutely freaking trashed. His mind was positively blown at that point, apparently some genius decided to rob a cafe that only at most kept two hundred dollars in the register. And to top it all off they'd be closed the next two weeks for repairs. "What the fuck.." were the first words to escape his lips upon hearing this news. The normally laid back Marlon was pissed as hell, and rightfully so seeing as his sole source of money would be closed for two weeks. Sure, he could steal it, but that was so..typical..of a demon to do. Not to mention extremely boring seeing as he could level a bank with a simply gesture if he were so inclined.


Cramming his hands in his coat pockets he did an abrupt 180 on his heel and turned the other way, 'noping' the hell out of the situation before him before he leveled the cafè entirely. Apparently, according to bypassers rushing in that direction, there was a fight going on nearby in town. Malorn shrugged, Why not..nothing else better to do. He thought before taking to the sky with a few flaps of his wings. Eventually, he came across a fallen angel and a kitsune that decided to spectate the fight from a rooftop. Landing beside them as soon as Hitsugya was starting to leave he spoke whilst leaning against the side of the building directly beside the one there were on. "Did I..miss anything interesting?" He asked in a calm barely interested tone, talking to these people as if he actually knew them.





@loyalwolf @Veyd Sahvoz

Nyr was about to make a comment about the fact that she could manipulate air but when Mykky suggested the pond she nodded.
"That sounds lovely, actually. As long as it's calm and I can connect my essence with the Earth's, we'll be good." She grins, digging into her pizza. To say she didn't have table manners would be an understatement. Granted it didn't help that the only thing she's eaten all week was a plate of french fries. Still, she ate her pizza happily and sipped down the rest of her soda. She glanced at Melchio after going through a couple slices.


"You sound like you underestimate me- I am not a mere human, Melchio. I am much more than that. I am the oceans, the Earth, the air, the sun- I am simply a being on elemental proportions that magic cannot even begin to comprehend. Yes, my power has limits and can kill me. Yes, I will die if I am poisoned. But I have been taught to listen to what Mother Earth says to me, and I have been taught to manipulate the elements to do my bidding and I will not die so easily. I might look like a simple human on the outside, but you have not witnessed the extent of my power." She turned her attention back to her pizza, munching as if she hadn't said anything at all. She was a strange person, that's for sure.


As protective as she got over her people and her culture, she was still just a kid at heart. There was plenty that she had yet to experience, but she would have a long time to experience it.


"When I was placed as the Grand Shaman in my tribe, I was granted one gift- a near eternal life. I will not die of old age, the Mother Earth will guarantee that, but I can still be killed in battle or otherwise. The longer I live, the stronger my power grows. However, the longer I live, the more pronounced my weaknesses will become." She puffed her cheeks out before taking another bite of pizza. She was rather enjoying her new friends.

~Aquios~

​

Aquios bubbled a little bit in happiness when the stranger acknowledged the fact that it was indeed him talking to him. Sort of. He nestles down further, bubbling a little bit as he debated on how mad Nyr would be if he spilled the beans about her. Than again, he was curious about this stranger and that half of the foot was tempting him...so he threw all caution to the wind and started talking about Nyr to the stranger.


"Nyr conjured me up when she was only ten. It is a rite of passage for all young Shamans to conjure up a familiar. Most of her clan was shocked when I came from the Shaman Stone. My kin are all huge, viscous creatures that can destroy mountains, and they're all made up of one element. Clearly, as you can see, I'm a bit on the small side and comprised of two elements. But that doesn't speak for my power. Nyr doesn't know this yet, but I house the very power to destroy mountain ranges, if I so please to do so. Unfortunately, I have to wait for her power to grow and expand before she can utilize mine. That was the law that was set into place by the Earth Mother so that we familiars and our shamanic companions can live in peace together without us turning on them. I know it seems impossible to turn on the one that created you, but I have watched many of my kin try to do so when their masters are cruel. As for Nyr? Well, I would never turn on her. She's gentle, kind, and has a connection with the Earth that you wouldn't believe. She's a peaceful being, but she is alone in this world. She is young, but she will have forever to think about the burden that rests on her shoulders. We were seperated from our tribe when a thunderstorm hit and when we woke up, we were here in this strange city. She doesn't know this yet, but she was outcasted by our ancestors for the purpose of teaching her a sense of individualism and to help her power grow quicker. She missed out on a lot of experiences because of this, and she is very saddened, but I believe she will grow into the woman that her mother was.


Aquios finished telling the full tale about Nyr and who she was before settling down again, warbling and rolling onto what would be considered his back as he stared up at Falcon with that curious look in his wide eyes again. He was enjoying the company of this being, truly. However odd and interesting he might be. It was a nice change, as much as he loved Nyr, he didn't get to interact with others all that much.

​

@loyalwolf[/URL] @Mitchs98 @Dunkenstein

||The Pizzaria > Skyscraper > Abandoned Building - Faereach City||




Melchio
​

Melchio laughed, shaking his head. "I disagree! I may not know everything about you, but I think I know a thing or two! Sure you can control nature, but that'll only get you so far." He finished off his pizza, sighing contently. "I'll be honest, bucko, you're tough, but compared to what I've seen? What I've had to battle? What I'll have to destroy? I'm sorry... but being a being isn't enough." He sighed, leaning back, staring at the two women in the booth across from him.


"Don't get me wrong, though, you're incredible. One hell of a powerful person, but in the end, that's all you are- a person. With limitations. I have them too, don't get me wrong, but you want to know who doesn't have limitations? Baelgrad. My father's creator. Neither of them have limits, yet somehow, I'm expected to kill Baelgrad." He grinned, leaning forward. "But, I've already talked enough, right? I mean, c'mon, I basically told you everything about my species! I'll leave this credit card I uh... found on the table, and we can get goin', alright?" While Mykky gave him a weird look at the found comment, she didn't say anything. She felt this was one dong measuring contest that, at this moment, she wasn't going to win.


"Now, c'mon, let's get goin'." He grinned, tossing the card on the table, and getting to his feet. He opened the door for the ladies. "After you two. I'll lead you guys to the park, then we can watch Nyr work her magic. Literally, heh."

+- - - - -+




~Frillz! Yeah!~



​

He grinned from Ferra's affection. He only did what he wanted, and if it lined up with what she wanted... well good for her! As for him, he was focused on the brawl, until an angel, for one reason or another, decided it'd be fun to crash between the fighters, either to look impressive, or to really piss off the fans- and right now, he was doing both. The crowd swiftly booed the new contestant, crying out angrily and throwing everything from tomatoes to rocks and empty soda bottles at the poor angel. He did kind of deserve it, though, even if he was the angel that'd taken care of Mykky- this he recognized, though he also explicitly remembered him hurting her too, something that conflicted with himself- after all, the people wanted a fight, not an angel crashing their party. And, while Frillz didn't uptake in the new chant the crowd had, he did partially wish that the angel would go.


"MOVE, MOVE, LET THEM FIGHT! RUIDOSO VERSUS TORR TONIGHT!" "MOVE, MOVE, LET THEM FIGHT! RUIDOSO VERSUS TORR TONIGHT!"





And, though he didn't show it, he was quite happy to see Vix again- if it weren't for him, Mykky would've died at that school. He smiled, and waved, though he didn't move. He had a feeling that if he did, he'd be dragged into something sinister. Or, in the very least, not in his best interests.

>- - - - -<




Falcon
​

"The power to destroy entire mountain ranges, huh..." He muttered, hollowly, as he stared down at the blob in his lap. He wouldn't say it was cute- not out loud, at least- but it was certainly respectable, that is, if it were telling the truth. He stared down at it, for a moment, apprehension growing in his gut as he knew what was coming next. The explanation. Why he cannibalized, why he was scaled, why he was... what he was.


And he dreaded it.


This is the part where the little blob either tries to destroy me, and I kill it, or it runs away from me, hating and or fearing me. This was the only thought running through Falcon as he stared down at Aquios. Even still, his face stayed deadpanned as it had this entire conversation, despite the many tones and thoughts he undertook. After all, he'd abandoned emotion and any way of showing it long ago. He sat still for another minute, before coughing into his shoulder, and beginning.


"Well. I owe you an explanation of what I am, as you held up your end of the bargain. So... settle down. We're going to be here a while." He himself settled, and once he was comfortable, his deadpan face lost all sign that life came from him, besides the occasional breath and heartbeat. His eyes lost their shine- not even reflecting the light of the fire, and their glow became nothing but an after thought. It looked as if someone had painted on a face to a mannequin. After a solid minute like this, a droning, tired voice crept from his lips- a mere whisper that echoed the crackling fire so quietly, if one didn't completely focus in upon his voice, they might miss a part of the story.


"I... am an abomination. I am the unholy matrimony between snake and man. And I couldn't be lucky enough for it to be just any old snake. No. I, Falcon, am the son of the Immortal Basilisk- a God-Beast that is said to be the devil's messenger to this world to plague it in ways unimaginable. His very existence instills fear in those with half a mind. And I am the product of his abhorrent loins.


I was birthed from the disgusting act between him and a poor, pure virgin woman, whose life was ahead of her, and troubles behind. He always searches for those he can destroy emotionally as well as physically- that is why I am his favourite chewtoy- and chose that poor woman- my mother- as the host for his seed, for his parasite upon the world. That's what I am, you know. A parasite. All I do is take. All I do is eat. I give nothing in return. Nothing, that is, but death.


My very birth is a fine example of my disgusting nature. My poor mother had to carry me for nine months. Each day of those months, from the instant I was consummated, she had to devour her fellow man in a sick lust- a sick need- to feed my hunger for human tears and flesh. So, she dined. Every day. Every night. Killing. Devouring. All to make me strong. It's said that my muscles- strong enough to crush a human skull like it was paper- are made from the muscles of every man, woman, child, and beast she devoured while I was inside of her. And, my scales are the armor she tore from men's chest as she ate their hearts.


Then, on the day I was consummated, nine months later, I was born. I wasn't born like normal humans are. No, I couldn't be allowed even that privilege, could I? I ate my way out. I ate my way out of my mother's womb.


Then I ate her."


He stopped. By now, his eyes were impossible to see. Every word seemed to have made them sink farther and farther into his skull, as if he were trying to hide his sins from the world. He was failing. Still, he had one final thing to ask the blob before he took him back to his owner.


"I owe you a foot, don't I? Well... I'll feed you. But you must answer me one, final, final question." His eyes returned, dead as they were when they left, staring coldly down at the blob.


"Let's say, theoretically, I, for, whatever reason, decided to kill, and eat your master. What would you do, if you could even do anything without her alive, to me?" No emotion was left to escape when he asked Aquios this. He simply wanted his answer. Then, he'd finish his meal, and take him back to Nyr. Then, he'd go back to his lonely life of hunting, killing, eating, consummating.


He'd killed and eaten 147. Maimed 568. Scared over a thousand. In this city alone. He was a wanted man by every police agency in the city- they were searching for a man in his mid-to-late twenties with golden hair, golden eyes, and pristine, marble skin and fangs as white and pointed as an ivory vampire. He was most commonly known as The Cannibal. Though, some likened him to Hannibal Lector. He could only hope to be that suave. That... calculated. Instead, he just killed.


Ate, and killed.


Betrayed, ate, and killed.


That's all.


((Tired. Going to bed. See you after the Christmas shenanigans at my house. Don't dwell on that last post too much. Happy holidays!))

 

[loyalwolf]

||The Pizzaria > Skyscraper > Abandoned Building - Faereach City||




Melchio
​

Melchio laughed, shaking his head. "I disagree! I may not know everything about you, but I think I know a thing or two! Sure you can control nature, but that'll only get you so far." He finished off his pizza, sighing contently. "I'll be honest, bucko, you're tough, but compared to what I've seen? What I've had to battle? What I'll have to destroy? I'm sorry... but being a being isn't enough." He sighed, leaning back, staring at the two women in the booth across from him.


"Don't get me wrong, though, you're incredible. One hell of a powerful person, but in the end, that's all you are- a person. With limitations. I have them too, don't get me wrong, but you want to know who doesn't have limitations? Baelgrad. My father's creator. Neither of them have limits, yet somehow, I'm expected to kill Baelgrad." He grinned, leaning forward. "But, I've already talked enough, right? I mean, c'mon, I basically told you everything about my species! I'll leave this credit card I uh... found on the table, and we can get goin', alright?" While Mykky gave him a weird look at the found comment, she didn't say anything. She felt this was one dong measuring contest that, at this moment, she wasn't going to win.


"Now, c'mon, let's get goin'." He grinned, tossing the card on the table, and getting to his feet. He opened the door for the ladies. "After you two. I'll lead you guys to the park, then we can watch Nyr work her magic. Literally, heh."

+- - - - -+




~Frillz! Yeah!~



​

He grinned from Ferra's affection. He only did what he wanted, and if it lined up with what she wanted... well good for her! As for him, he was focused on the brawl, until an angel, for one reason or another, decided it'd be fun to crash between the fighters, either to look impressive, or to really piss off the fans- and right now, he was doing both. The crowd swiftly booed the new contestant, crying out angrily and throwing everything from tomatoes to rocks and empty soda bottles at the poor angel. He did kind of deserve it, though, even if he was the angel that'd taken care of Mykky- this he recognized, though he also explicitly remembered him hurting her too, something that conflicted with himself- after all, the people wanted a fight, not an angel crashing their party. And, while Frillz didn't uptake in the new chant the crowd had, he did partially wish that the angel would go.


"MOVE, MOVE, LET THEM FIGHT! RUIDOSO VERSUS TORR TONIGHT!" "MOVE, MOVE, LET THEM FIGHT! RUIDOSO VERSUS TORR TONIGHT!"





And, though he didn't show it, he was quite happy to see Vix again- if it weren't for him, Mykky would've died at that school. He smiled, and waved, though he didn't move. He had a feeling that if he did, he'd be dragged into something sinister. Or, in the very least, not in his best interests.

>- - - - -<




Falcon
​

"The power to destroy entire mountain ranges, huh..." He muttered, hollowly, as he stared down at the blob in his lap. He wouldn't say it was cute- not out loud, at least- but it was certainly respectable, that is, if it were telling the truth. He stared down at it, for a moment, apprehension growing in his gut as he knew what was coming next. The explanation. Why he cannibalized, why he was scaled, why he was... what he was.


And he dreaded it.


This is the part where the little blob either tries to destroy me, and I kill it, or it runs away from me, hating and or fearing me. This was the only thought running through Falcon as he stared down at Aquios. Even still, his face stayed deadpanned as it had this entire conversation, despite the many tones and thoughts he undertook. After all, he'd abandoned emotion and any way of showing it long ago. He sat still for another minute, before coughing into his shoulder, and beginning.


"Well. I owe you an explanation of what I am, as you held up your end of the bargain. So... settle down. We're going to be here a while." He himself settled, and once he was comfortable, his deadpan face lost all sign that life came from him, besides the occasional breath and heartbeat. His eyes lost their shine- not even reflecting the light of the fire, and their glow became nothing but an after thought. It looked as if someone had painted on a face to a mannequin. After a solid minute like this, a droning, tired voice crept from his lips- a mere whisper that echoed the crackling fire so quietly, if one didn't completely focus in upon his voice, they might miss a part of the story.


"I... am an abomination. I am the unholy matrimony between snake and man. And I couldn't be lucky enough for it to be just any old snake. No. I, Falcon, am the son of the Immortal Basilisk- a God-Beast that is said to be the devil's messenger to this world to plague it in ways unimaginable. His very existence instills fear in those with half a mind. And I am the product of his abhorrent loins.


I was birthed from the disgusting act between him and a poor, pure virgin woman, whose life was ahead of her, and troubles behind. He always searches for those he can destroy emotionally as well as physically- that is why I am his favourite chewtoy- and chose that poor woman- my mother- as the host for his seed, for his parasite upon the world. That's what I am, you know. A parasite. All I do is take. All I do is eat. I give nothing in return. Nothing, that is, but death.


My very birth is a fine example of my disgusting nature. My poor mother had to carry me for nine months. Each day of those months, from the instant I was consummated, she had to devour her fellow man in a sick lust- a sick need- to feed my hunger for human tears and flesh. So, she dined. Every day. Every night. Killing. Devouring. All to make me strong. It's said that my muscles- strong enough to crush a human skull like it was paper- are made from the muscles of every man, woman, child, and beast she devoured while I was inside of her. And, my scales are the armor she tore from men's chest as she ate their hearts.


Then, on the day I was consummated, nine months later, I was born. I wasn't born like normal humans are. No, I couldn't be allowed even that privilege, could I? I ate my way out. I ate my way out of my mother's womb.


Then I ate her."


He stopped. By now, his eyes were impossible to see. Every word seemed to have made them sink farther and farther into his skull, as if he were trying to hide his sins from the world. He was failing. Still, he had one final thing to ask the blob before he took him back to his owner.


"I owe you a foot, don't I? Well... I'll feed you. But you must answer me one, final, final question." His eyes returned, dead as they were when they left, staring coldly down at the blob.


"Let's say, theoretically, I, for, whatever reason, decided to kill, and eat your master. What would you do, if you could even do anything without her alive, to me?" No emotion was left to escape when he asked Aquios this. He simply wanted his answer. Then, he'd finish his meal, and take him back to Nyr. Then, he'd go back to his lonely life of hunting, killing, eating, consummating.


He'd killed and eaten 147. Maimed 568. Scared over a thousand. In this city alone. He was a wanted man by every police agency in the city- they were searching for a man in his mid-to-late twenties with golden hair, golden eyes, and pristine, marble skin and fangs as white and pointed as an ivory vampire. He was most commonly known as The Cannibal. Though, some likened him to Hannibal Lector. He could only hope to be that suave. That... calculated. Instead, he just killed.


Ate, and killed.


Betrayed, ate, and killed.


That's all.


((Tired. Going to bed. See you after the Christmas shenanigans at my house. Don't dwell on that last post too much. Happy holidays!))

vix frowned when he heard the crowd start booing. That was something that seems to really get to him, he looks toward hitsugya and put on his best fake smile " doesn't look like they like us very much hitsugya, will have to put on a very impressive show in order to win the crowd's favor." Vix's eyes grew with mischief, he was feeling very strange all of a sudden. He wasn't sure if it was the crowd or the negativity of the people, but he felt like causing trouble. " I think it's time for the fun to begin hitsugya what do you say?" he looked over and he saw the plant creature that hug him when he saved mykky, he looked around to see if he could spot her or the handsome winged guy that was with her. To his disappointment both of them seem nowhere in sight. he turned towards the creature and gave it a wink, and mouthed ' you might want to stay out of this for now.' @Halohbottech

 

[EviSaurus]

||The Pizzaria > Skyscraper > Abandoned Building - Faereach City||




Melchio
​

Melchio laughed, shaking his head. "I disagree! I may not know everything about you, but I think I know a thing or two! Sure you can control nature, but that'll only get you so far." He finished off his pizza, sighing contently. "I'll be honest, bucko, you're tough, but compared to what I've seen? What I've had to battle? What I'll have to destroy? I'm sorry... but being a being isn't enough." He sighed, leaning back, staring at the two women in the booth across from him.


"Don't get me wrong, though, you're incredible. One hell of a powerful person, but in the end, that's all you are- a person. With limitations. I have them too, don't get me wrong, but you want to know who doesn't have limitations? Baelgrad. My father's creator. Neither of them have limits, yet somehow, I'm expected to kill Baelgrad." He grinned, leaning forward. "But, I've already talked enough, right? I mean, c'mon, I basically told you everything about my species! I'll leave this credit card I uh... found on the table, and we can get goin', alright?" While Mykky gave him a weird look at the found comment, she didn't say anything. She felt this was one dong measuring contest that, at this moment, she wasn't going to win.


"Now, c'mon, let's get goin'." He grinned, tossing the card on the table, and getting to his feet. He opened the door for the ladies. "After you two. I'll lead you guys to the park, then we can watch Nyr work her magic. Literally, heh."

+- - - - -+




~Frillz! Yeah!~



​

He grinned from Ferra's affection. He only did what he wanted, and if it lined up with what she wanted... well good for her! As for him, he was focused on the brawl, until an angel, for one reason or another, decided it'd be fun to crash between the fighters, either to look impressive, or to really piss off the fans- and right now, he was doing both. The crowd swiftly booed the new contestant, crying out angrily and throwing everything from tomatoes to rocks and empty soda bottles at the poor angel. He did kind of deserve it, though, even if he was the angel that'd taken care of Mykky- this he recognized, though he also explicitly remembered him hurting her too, something that conflicted with himself- after all, the people wanted a fight, not an angel crashing their party. And, while Frillz didn't uptake in the new chant the crowd had, he did partially wish that the angel would go.


"MOVE, MOVE, LET THEM FIGHT! RUIDOSO VERSUS TORR TONIGHT!" "MOVE, MOVE, LET THEM FIGHT! RUIDOSO VERSUS TORR TONIGHT!"





And, though he didn't show it, he was quite happy to see Vix again- if it weren't for him, Mykky would've died at that school. He smiled, and waved, though he didn't move. He had a feeling that if he did, he'd be dragged into something sinister. Or, in the very least, not in his best interests.

>- - - - -<




Falcon
​

"The power to destroy entire mountain ranges, huh..." He muttered, hollowly, as he stared down at the blob in his lap. He wouldn't say it was cute- not out loud, at least- but it was certainly respectable, that is, if it were telling the truth. He stared down at it, for a moment, apprehension growing in his gut as he knew what was coming next. The explanation. Why he cannibalized, why he was scaled, why he was... what he was.


And he dreaded it.


This is the part where the little blob either tries to destroy me, and I kill it, or it runs away from me, hating and or fearing me. This was the only thought running through Falcon as he stared down at Aquios. Even still, his face stayed deadpanned as it had this entire conversation, despite the many tones and thoughts he undertook. After all, he'd abandoned emotion and any way of showing it long ago. He sat still for another minute, before coughing into his shoulder, and beginning.


"Well. I owe you an explanation of what I am, as you held up your end of the bargain. So... settle down. We're going to be here a while." He himself settled, and once he was comfortable, his deadpan face lost all sign that life came from him, besides the occasional breath and heartbeat. His eyes lost their shine- not even reflecting the light of the fire, and their glow became nothing but an after thought. It looked as if someone had painted on a face to a mannequin. After a solid minute like this, a droning, tired voice crept from his lips- a mere whisper that echoed the crackling fire so quietly, if one didn't completely focus in upon his voice, they might miss a part of the story.


"I... am an abomination. I am the unholy matrimony between snake and man. And I couldn't be lucky enough for it to be just any old snake. No. I, Falcon, am the son of the Immortal Basilisk- a God-Beast that is said to be the devil's messenger to this world to plague it in ways unimaginable. His very existence instills fear in those with half a mind. And I am the product of his abhorrent loins.


I was birthed from the disgusting act between him and a poor, pure virgin woman, whose life was ahead of her, and troubles behind. He always searches for those he can destroy emotionally as well as physically- that is why I am his favourite chewtoy- and chose that poor woman- my mother- as the host for his seed, for his parasite upon the world. That's what I am, you know. A parasite. All I do is take. All I do is eat. I give nothing in return. Nothing, that is, but death.


My very birth is a fine example of my disgusting nature. My poor mother had to carry me for nine months. Each day of those months, from the instant I was consummated, she had to devour her fellow man in a sick lust- a sick need- to feed my hunger for human tears and flesh. So, she dined. Every day. Every night. Killing. Devouring. All to make me strong. It's said that my muscles- strong enough to crush a human skull like it was paper- are made from the muscles of every man, woman, child, and beast she devoured while I was inside of her. And, my scales are the armor she tore from men's chest as she ate their hearts.


Then, on the day I was consummated, nine months later, I was born. I wasn't born like normal humans are. No, I couldn't be allowed even that privilege, could I? I ate my way out. I ate my way out of my mother's womb.


Then I ate her."


He stopped. By now, his eyes were impossible to see. Every word seemed to have made them sink farther and farther into his skull, as if he were trying to hide his sins from the world. He was failing. Still, he had one final thing to ask the blob before he took him back to his owner.


"I owe you a foot, don't I? Well... I'll feed you. But you must answer me one, final, final question." His eyes returned, dead as they were when they left, staring coldly down at the blob.


"Let's say, theoretically, I, for, whatever reason, decided to kill, and eat your master. What would you do, if you could even do anything without her alive, to me?" No emotion was left to escape when he asked Aquios this. He simply wanted his answer. Then, he'd finish his meal, and take him back to Nyr. Then, he'd go back to his lonely life of hunting, killing, eating, consummating.


He'd killed and eaten 147. Maimed 568. Scared over a thousand. In this city alone. He was a wanted man by every police agency in the city- they were searching for a man in his mid-to-late twenties with golden hair, golden eyes, and pristine, marble skin and fangs as white and pointed as an ivory vampire. He was most commonly known as The Cannibal. Though, some likened him to Hannibal Lector. He could only hope to be that suave. That... calculated. Instead, he just killed.


Ate, and killed.


Betrayed, ate, and killed.


That's all.


((Tired. Going to bed. See you after the Christmas shenanigans at my house. Don't dwell on that last post too much. Happy holidays!))

((Good night and happy holidays!))


Nyr barred her teeth a bit and stood up from the table, crossing her arms over her chest. She did not like being belittled. Not by any means necessary. However, instead of pushing this argument, she just glared at the man, her eyes taking on a dull glow. With a sharp turn, she grabbed Mykky's wrist and marched out of the diner, huffing a bit.


"Rude. He hasn't seen my power. Wait till we get to that dammed park. Than he'll really see how useful I am." She grumbled, waiting for the seraph only so that he could lead the way. The urge to use her magic was itching like a bug bite that she couldn't scratch. She hadn't been able to do much with it since she got to this city and the thought drove her nuts. She hated this confinement of concrete and silence. Sinking into the ground would be a blessing.

~Aquios~

​

Aquios listened to his story with interest, yet didn't find him to be the abomination that he thought he was. He warbled a little, butting his head against Falcon's chest and bubbling quietly. He felt...pity for the guy, almost. He wasn't going to show him that, but that's what he felt. He warbled again before deciding to answer his question as honestly as he could.


"Without my master, my power comes unlocked. I would seek to destroy you for taking the only person in this world that I can call family, the only person who understands me inside and out because I am a part of her. I am forever grateful that my master summoned me. Should anything happen to her, I will seek to destroy her killer by any means necessary. Please don't make me do that, though. I am rather fond of you, and if I know Nyr, which I do, she will be rather fond of you too. Wait until night fall to return me, and then talk with her. I don't believe you'll regret it, Falcon."


With that, Aquios nestled himself against Falcons lap and warbled contently. Indeed Nyr would be interested in meeting this being. She had a knack for weird things, and Aquios felt strangely comfortable in this mans presence. It wasn't usual for a familiar to be comfortable in the presence of a stranger without his master.

 

[Veyd Sahvoz]

||The Pizzaria > Skyscraper > Abandoned Building - Faereach City||




Melchio
​

Melchio laughed, shaking his head. "I disagree! I may not know everything about you, but I think I know a thing or two! Sure you can control nature, but that'll only get you so far." He finished off his pizza, sighing contently. "I'll be honest, bucko, you're tough, but compared to what I've seen? What I've had to battle? What I'll have to destroy? I'm sorry... but being a being isn't enough." He sighed, leaning back, staring at the two women in the booth across from him.


"Don't get me wrong, though, you're incredible. One hell of a powerful person, but in the end, that's all you are- a person. With limitations. I have them too, don't get me wrong, but you want to know who doesn't have limitations? Baelgrad. My father's creator. Neither of them have limits, yet somehow, I'm expected to kill Baelgrad." He grinned, leaning forward. "But, I've already talked enough, right? I mean, c'mon, I basically told you everything about my species! I'll leave this credit card I uh... found on the table, and we can get goin', alright?" While Mykky gave him a weird look at the found comment, she didn't say anything. She felt this was one dong measuring contest that, at this moment, she wasn't going to win.


"Now, c'mon, let's get goin'." He grinned, tossing the card on the table, and getting to his feet. He opened the door for the ladies. "After you two. I'll lead you guys to the park, then we can watch Nyr work her magic. Literally, heh."

+- - - - -+




~Frillz! Yeah!~



​

He grinned from Ferra's affection. He only did what he wanted, and if it lined up with what she wanted... well good for her! As for him, he was focused on the brawl, until an angel, for one reason or another, decided it'd be fun to crash between the fighters, either to look impressive, or to really piss off the fans- and right now, he was doing both. The crowd swiftly booed the new contestant, crying out angrily and throwing everything from tomatoes to rocks and empty soda bottles at the poor angel. He did kind of deserve it, though, even if he was the angel that'd taken care of Mykky- this he recognized, though he also explicitly remembered him hurting her too, something that conflicted with himself- after all, the people wanted a fight, not an angel crashing their party. And, while Frillz didn't uptake in the new chant the crowd had, he did partially wish that the angel would go.


"MOVE, MOVE, LET THEM FIGHT! RUIDOSO VERSUS TORR TONIGHT!" "MOVE, MOVE, LET THEM FIGHT! RUIDOSO VERSUS TORR TONIGHT!"





And, though he didn't show it, he was quite happy to see Vix again- if it weren't for him, Mykky would've died at that school. He smiled, and waved, though he didn't move. He had a feeling that if he did, he'd be dragged into something sinister. Or, in the very least, not in his best interests.

>- - - - -<




Falcon
​

"The power to destroy entire mountain ranges, huh..." He muttered, hollowly, as he stared down at the blob in his lap. He wouldn't say it was cute- not out loud, at least- but it was certainly respectable, that is, if it were telling the truth. He stared down at it, for a moment, apprehension growing in his gut as he knew what was coming next. The explanation. Why he cannibalized, why he was scaled, why he was... what he was.


And he dreaded it.


This is the part where the little blob either tries to destroy me, and I kill it, or it runs away from me, hating and or fearing me. This was the only thought running through Falcon as he stared down at Aquios. Even still, his face stayed deadpanned as it had this entire conversation, despite the many tones and thoughts he undertook. After all, he'd abandoned emotion and any way of showing it long ago. He sat still for another minute, before coughing into his shoulder, and beginning.


"Well. I owe you an explanation of what I am, as you held up your end of the bargain. So... settle down. We're going to be here a while." He himself settled, and once he was comfortable, his deadpan face lost all sign that life came from him, besides the occasional breath and heartbeat. His eyes lost their shine- not even reflecting the light of the fire, and their glow became nothing but an after thought. It looked as if someone had painted on a face to a mannequin. After a solid minute like this, a droning, tired voice crept from his lips- a mere whisper that echoed the crackling fire so quietly, if one didn't completely focus in upon his voice, they might miss a part of the story.


"I... am an abomination. I am the unholy matrimony between snake and man. And I couldn't be lucky enough for it to be just any old snake. No. I, Falcon, am the son of the Immortal Basilisk- a God-Beast that is said to be the devil's messenger to this world to plague it in ways unimaginable. His very existence instills fear in those with half a mind. And I am the product of his abhorrent loins.


I was birthed from the disgusting act between him and a poor, pure virgin woman, whose life was ahead of her, and troubles behind. He always searches for those he can destroy emotionally as well as physically- that is why I am his favourite chewtoy- and chose that poor woman- my mother- as the host for his seed, for his parasite upon the world. That's what I am, you know. A parasite. All I do is take. All I do is eat. I give nothing in return. Nothing, that is, but death.


My very birth is a fine example of my disgusting nature. My poor mother had to carry me for nine months. Each day of those months, from the instant I was consummated, she had to devour her fellow man in a sick lust- a sick need- to feed my hunger for human tears and flesh. So, she dined. Every day. Every night. Killing. Devouring. All to make me strong. It's said that my muscles- strong enough to crush a human skull like it was paper- are made from the muscles of every man, woman, child, and beast she devoured while I was inside of her. And, my scales are the armor she tore from men's chest as she ate their hearts.


Then, on the day I was consummated, nine months later, I was born. I wasn't born like normal humans are. No, I couldn't be allowed even that privilege, could I? I ate my way out. I ate my way out of my mother's womb.


Then I ate her."


He stopped. By now, his eyes were impossible to see. Every word seemed to have made them sink farther and farther into his skull, as if he were trying to hide his sins from the world. He was failing. Still, he had one final thing to ask the blob before he took him back to his owner.


"I owe you a foot, don't I? Well... I'll feed you. But you must answer me one, final, final question." His eyes returned, dead as they were when they left, staring coldly down at the blob.


"Let's say, theoretically, I, for, whatever reason, decided to kill, and eat your master. What would you do, if you could even do anything without her alive, to me?" No emotion was left to escape when he asked Aquios this. He simply wanted his answer. Then, he'd finish his meal, and take him back to Nyr. Then, he'd go back to his lonely life of hunting, killing, eating, consummating.


He'd killed and eaten 147. Maimed 568. Scared over a thousand. In this city alone. He was a wanted man by every police agency in the city- they were searching for a man in his mid-to-late twenties with golden hair, golden eyes, and pristine, marble skin and fangs as white and pointed as an ivory vampire. He was most commonly known as The Cannibal. Though, some likened him to Hannibal Lector. He could only hope to be that suave. That... calculated. Instead, he just killed.


Ate, and killed.


Betrayed, ate, and killed.


That's all.


((Tired. Going to bed. See you after the Christmas shenanigans at my house. Don't dwell on that last post too much. Happy holidays!))

When the crowd started booing him and throwing stuff he shouted out "ENOUGH!!!!" and breathed black fire straight into the air like a massive spout then blasted black flames from his fists, just to shut then the hell up. He nodded for Vix to stand back for a moment and just glared at the Ruidoso guy "Don't underestimate your opponent" said Hitsugya, he'd been waiting for a fighting or martial arts tournament but this would be good practice for the tine being.


@Dunkenstein @loyalwolf @Mitchs98

 

[Retro109]

@Mango


Eisuke


Eisuke shook his head in response to Emma's paranoia, suggesting


"No, no. He didn't- excuse me, *cough*- seem like that. His aura was primal, more predatory. He may have been in disguise, and he was really just a beast, looking for a quick meal" He responded, sitting the ex-hostage down. He took a good look around the place, making sure nothing was missed.


"Well, the money's back here, there were only two escape routes - other than the roof - so setting this place on fire would have been a planned part" He mused to himself, sitting down on one of the tables.


Emma seemed quite distraught after that, which she would've been. Two people were murdered today, one by him. She probably wouldn't look at Eisuke the same way again, not until he explained everything. He sighed, then said solemnly


"Emma, in light of things that had just happened, I wanted to say that... I haven't been totally honest with you... There's something you need to know, something bigger..."

 

[CHIMNY]

Vorkan sheathed his swords as he was walking away, he didnt really bother to fight the attacker, but calling him "Small pieces" was really upsetting, Vorkan standing at 3'6 has always been bullied of his size but he came to accept that it rather a gift than a curse, being small has its advantages.


Sparky jumped on his back still looking at the attacker incase he was going to attack again, even though his swords were not with him, Vorkan off all people should know how that can also be a bad thing, after all he is teaching combat tactics.


@Cockney Harpy

 

[Godhowsae]

Edgewater Academy - Dorms





Klaus Ackermann. The young man was newly settled in to his dorm room at Edgewater Academy. Laid out in front of him were the pieces of his uniform that he would be wearing from now on. Black pants, a dress shirt, a tie, and overcoat. Laying next to that was an armband that signified his appointment as a member of the disciplinary committee. He may have just transferred to Edgewater for his final year, but Klaus' training, academic performance, balancing of extra-curricular activities, and future goals all gave him credit as an exemplary student who could serve as a role model to others upon the disciplinary committee. He knew it was only for the year, but somewhere within him he was almost excited for this new change of scenery - a chance to experience something different of the world. His phone rang shortly after, and the name flashed upon the screen


Ackermann Residence





"Klaus speaking. Yes, father. Yes. I have taken care of all the paperwork that was required. Of course. I was accepted on to the disciplinary committee. The quarters are suitable for my situation as a student - I see no problems arising from them. I understand. Yes. They have...non-humans teaching at this academy. Tsk. Very well. I shall endure it. Please, give mother my love. Farewell".





After the brief conversation from home, Klaus sat down in a desk that was stationed at the end of his room. He had taken note of what classes he was attending, was doing review of the topics on his own to ensure he was where the rest of the class was, and completely understood the topics being discussed. His dorm mate had not arrived yet, so it was the perfect time to do the review.


"On the topic of activation sigils..."

 

[SkippyGranola]

Shiro Majima


The crowd's rage completely failed to subside under Hitsyuga's wild temper tantrum. Here he was barging into a perfectly good wrestling match, without any interesting quirks beyond his explicitly non-wrestling powers and his shameful violent streak! A chorus of boos and hisses filled the ring, and people began throwing trash at Hitsyuga. It was obvious that no one would ever appreciate a surprise run-in from a new heel with no angle and no ongoing feuds with the other wrestlers.


The enthusiasm for the other two wrestlers began to waver under the threat of a new wrestler. Cheers and calls for el Ruidoso or Torr to win changed to calls for Hitsyuga to leave the ring, or for el Ruidoso and Torr to force Hitsyuga out of the ring. Not even Shiro was immune to this strange change in The Crowd.


"Get outta the ring, loser!" Shiro said, lobbing a cobblestone at Hitsyuga's feet. "You're ruining the fight!"

 

[KageYuuki]

Deep within the forests and jungles of Valenwood lies the city of Elden Root. Considered by the Aldmeri Dominion to be the capital city, it flourished around the Elden tree. Said to be one of the oldest trees on Nirn, its root system creates a maze of tunnels and caverns. More than once has a young Bosmer wandered in there never to return. Many Spinners - priests of the god Y'ffre - claim the tree holds a close connection to Y'ffre. While not exactly true, it isn't a lie either. Its roots run deep and reach far into Valenwood. Much of the life within the Green holds some kind of ties to the great tree.


Falin found herself in one of the numerous caverns located far under the Elden tree. The white haired Bosmer was one of the three Immortals; a being chosen by the gods to protect Nirn, and as she's come to learn, the realms connected to it by extension. As an Immortal she became the vessel for Y'ffre, the god that created the Bosmeri people and breathed life to Valenwood itself. Though as the centuries wore on, the line between her and Y'ffre continued to grow more and more blurred.


She had spent the last few days mainly meditating. A rare chance to actually slow down and gather energy from within the forest. Her deep connect to the Green - and plant life in general - also allowed her to listen to the various Stories weaving together into one Great Tale. She knew what was going on within these woods, not that there was anything she'd have to act on. Besides, she was enjoying the chance to rest and recharge.


|| Are you done yet? || A voice groaned in an almost childlike manner. ||I'm so bored! Not even Dereth is talking to me.|| The voice belonged to a being known as Necrirti. A powerful Ancient Spirit that had fused with the spirit of her husband Dereth following his passing. For all his power, he was also a pain in the ass.


Falin let out an irritated sigh as her crimson hues opened, scanning the dimly lit cavern. The silhouette of another Bosmer sat across from her, glowing a deep purple. While in another world, she had met a Spirit Mage by the name of Reiko. He explained that when a being dies, their soul and spirit are separated. The soul goes on to the afterlife with some being reborn as angels or demons, while the spirit gains an element and then awaits summoning. This law applied to even her world, and given the amount of time that had gone by since Dereth's passing, he would have regained all of his memories from life. Reiko helped to summon the spirit, binding her and Dereth so they could fight at each other's side once more. Until a blade finally claimed her own life.


"Sorry about him," Dereth rubbed the back of his neck. "I can only keep him quiet for so long..."


Falin sighed as she stood and stretched. "It's not your fault he's a pain." She started towards the tunnels, Dereth walking at her side. "Besides, I need to gather my things and leave anyway."


The Spirit glanced at her. "Did Y'ffre tell you something?"


She shook her head as they emerged from the tunnels, blinking in the bright light of the sun. "It's hard to describe, but I can feel it. Something calling for help deep within the Green. I can't exactly ignore it." She stepped into the room she had been given during her stay. It was plain, simple, nothing extravagant by any means. Just like she had asked. She hated when others tried to treat her as if she were a god, all she wanted to be seen as was a normal Bosmer.


Not that normal Bosmer had horns growing from their head, but that's not the point.


Changing into her armor made of leather and dragon scales, she gathered the last of her things and set off towards the source of the distortion. Falin couldn't describe the feeling, the strange tugging at the back of her mind like something begging for help. She couldn't just ignore it. No, doing so would be going against her very purpose. The reason she still walked on Nirn. But it was going to take a few hours to reach the source, even as swiftly as she could move through the trees.


Finally she arrived in the small, dark clearing. Ruins of some sort, strange and unfamiliar to her. She knew every inch of Valenwood yet had never seen the smallest glimpse of such ruins. The old stone archway that acted as the entrance was covered and moss with vines climbing all over it.


||Be careful|| Dereth's voices echoed in the back of her mind. ||There's a powerful magic coming out of there. Even Necrirti can feel it.||


||Was that an insult? I have a feeling you were insulting me just now.||


Rolling her eyes at the arguing Spirits, Falin stepped inside. A damp and musty scent hung heavy in the air, drips of water echoed from deeper inside. Dereth was right though, she could feel some kind of magic deeper inside. not detecting any scents that would indicate others within she continued until she reached a large chamber. Glowing runes covered the floor as thick dark mist swirled in the center of the room. "What do we have here?" She mused, slowly moving further inside. The runes weren't Daedric, nor were they anything she'd ever seen before. So this likely wasn't the work of Daedra worshipers.


There it was again, that strange call for help. It came from the mist, though she couldn't see anything within. As she drew closer to get a better look she found herself suddenly enveloped in the mist. Blinding light, excruciating pain. Then nothing.


Out within the Blossoming Grasslands, an unconscious Bosmer lay. Traveling between worlds, even realms of Oblivion, was often incredibly painful and draining. God or not. Even Dereth and Necrirti were too drained to even stir. It was going to be awhile before any of them came around.

 

[CallSign]

Oscar let it happen. After all, a bit of damage was nothing to him. He could take it. In fact, he wanted it to happen - it gave him an advantage. His anger dissipated as he lifted himself from the ground, a lopsided grin growing on his face.


Instead of confronting the offender, however, he reached for his phone. He held his hand out to stop her from continuing her rant futher. Three taps on the screen was all it took to dial Daniel Brook and Associates. Not only was Daniel Brook a good friend of Oscar's, but he was also a damn good attorney. As the phone rang, Oscar watched a newcomer interfere in the fight - were he not on the phone, he'd be right there with the crowd, launching debris at the selfish loser who'd decided he was too good to wait his turn for glory in the ring.


Click. "Ah, hello Donny, how's it going? (...) Good, good, glad your wife recovered. She had us worried there for a while. Anyway, I've got a bit of business to discuss with you. Two counts of assault, one count of battery, and some personal damages, all from the manager of some brute who's currently fighting a luchador in the middle of a street. Well, technically the battery was by her pet, some sort of overgrown tulip. (...) No, this is not a prank! You'll understand when you see it, thing's disgusting looking and has a voice that makes babies want to sleep to escape it. (...) Evidence? Yeah, I think one of these kids who're recording the lucha fight might've caught the debate on film. Also, might wanna start digging up info on this manager here. Says her name is Ferra, but then again she also says she's a vampire. Yeah, definitely not info to bring up in court unless we're going for a psychosis diagnosis. (...) No, I did NOT get beat up by a girl! Why do you always bring that up? Jeez. Well, I'll talk to you later, buddy. Keep your stick on the ice." Oscar slid the phone back into his pocket.


"Now then, since you say you're a vampire, I guess that makes you old, and therefore not a chick. Thus, by your logic, that means that you can be wrong." Oscar walked over to someone standing nearby, his camera pointed in the general direction of where the two had been. With a gentle suggestion and light pressure on the man's shoulders, Oscar turned him to point the camera more directly at Ferra before approaching her once more. "I would recommend you admit you were wrong to threaten me before you dig your hole deeper."


@Halohbottech

 

[Mango]

Emma

Emma only listened to Eisuke as he talked about he other fuy, nodding her head as he went. When he started to say something about his past, Emma got uncharacteristically irritated. "I don't want to hear it," she said. She started down Eisuke with her sharp orange eyes. "Listen, Eisuke. Whatever you want to say, I don't want to hear any of it. Any of it." Her expression softened. "I don't care if something bad happened in your past, or if you have some crazy deadly secret. I don't care. It doesn't change my view on you as a human being, you're still my friend." She paused for a bit. "That's part of my thing. Don't think I'll judge you. I'm not that kind of person, and it's bad to think I am one!"

@Retro109


Merry Christmas! Have a speech from Emma! =P

 

[Mitchs98]

Oscar let it happen. After all, a bit of damage was nothing to him. He could take it. In fact, he wanted it to happen - it gave him an advantage. His anger dissipated as he lifted himself from the ground, a lopsided grin growing on his face.
Instead of confronting the offender, however, he reached for his phone. He held his hand out to stop her from continuing her rant futher. Three taps on the screen was all it took to dial Daniel Brook and Associates. Not only was Daniel Brook a good friend of Oscar's, but he was also a damn good attorney. As the phone rang, Oscar watched a newcomer interfere in the fight - were he not on the phone, he'd be right there with the crowd, launching debris at the selfish loser who'd decided he was too good to wait his turn for glory in the ring.


Click. "Ah, hello Donny, how's it going? (...) Good, good, glad your wife recovered. She had us worried there for a while. Anyway, I've got a bit of business to discuss with you. Two counts of assault, one count of battery, and some personal damages, all from the manager of some brute who's currently fighting a luchador in the middle of a street. Well, technically the battery was by her pet, some sort of overgrown tulip. (...) No, this is not a prank! You'll understand when you see it, thing's disgusting looking and has a voice that makes babies want to sleep to escape it. (...) Evidence? Yeah, I think one of these kids who're recording the lucha fight might've caught the debate on film. Also, might wanna start digging up info on this manager here. Says her name is Ferra, but then again she also says she's a vampire. Yeah, definitely not info to bring up in court unless we're going for a psychosis diagnosis. (...) No, I did NOT get beat up by a girl! Why do you always bring that up? Jeez. Well, I'll talk to you later, buddy. Keep your stick on the ice." Oscar slid the phone back into his pocket.


"Now then, since you say you're a vampire, I guess that makes you old, and therefore not a chick. Thus, by your logic, that means that you can be wrong." Oscar walked over to someone standing nearby, his camera pointed in the general direction of where the two had been. With a gentle suggestion and light pressure on the man's shoulders, Oscar turned him to point the camera more directly at Ferra before approaching her once more. "I would recommend you admit you were wrong to threaten me before you dig your hole deeper."


@Halohbottech

@Halohbottech @Veyd Sahvoz @loyalwolf


Ferra and Torr





Torr was, without a doubt, ultimately confused on Hitsugya and Vix's arrival. So much so that he simply paused his onslaught of attacks mid air and stared at them in confusion. Deciding he really, really didn't know what was going on he picked up Hitsugya by one of his wings carefully and sat him down to the side. He simply stared at Vix momentarily and shoved him to the side then resumed his fight with El Rudioso.


Ferra on the other hand couldn't believe the guy who had bitched at her for using her phone was currently on the phone with an attorney, and actually trying to press charges, threatening her with a lawsuit. Then, he called her old and basically not a girl because of it, and to top it all off he threatened her by filming what she would say next. She honestly found the entire situation comical, so much so that by the time the guy with the camera had fully pointed it at her she was full on laughing.


"Oh my god..dude..did..you seriously just threaten me with a lawsuit and filming what I say?" She told him after she managed to partially compose herself. "Oh, also, last I checked I'm still very much a chick thanks. But, onto the point, seriously." She added, pausing before continuing and walking up closer to him, making sure the camera could catch her 'good side'.


"Tell me bud, what normal human has wings? What races have wings like these, hm?" She told him, flexing her left wing around in front of his face. "Last I checked, either demons, vampires, or dragons. And I'm certainly not a dragon. So tell me, Mr. 'Psychosis Diagnosis', what am I? You and your little lawyer buddy, you're just shitty humans, your blood probably even tastes like crap." She paused for a few minutes, pacing back in front of him a few inches and making sure to smack him in the face with her wings everytime she turned, before continuing.


"So, tell me...whatever the hell your name is..why should I give more than half of a shit if you sue me, attempt to toss me into prison, or if that guy over their films me? Infact, tell me why I shouldn't just rip both of your throats out right now and save myself the hassle of arguing with a child? Hm?" She told him, her voice taking on a dark and menacing tone at the end. The entire situation was quite comical, really. Especially the sight of Ferra, who is much shorter than Oscar or half the people there, threatening to kill both Oscar and the camera guy.


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Malorn Drakanos

Deep within the forests and jungles of Valenwood lies the city of Elden Root. Considered by the Aldmeri Dominion to be the capital city, it flourished around the Elden tree. Said to be one of the oldest trees on Nirn, its root system creates a maze of tunnels and caverns. More than once has a young Bosmer wandered in there never to return. Many Spinners - priests of the god Y'ffre - claim the tree holds a close connection to Y'ffre. While not exactly true, it isn't a lie either. Its roots run deep and reach far into Valenwood. Much of the life within the Green holds some kind of ties to the great tree.
Falin found herself in one of the numerous caverns located far under the Elden tree. The white haired Bosmer was one of the three Immortals; a being chosen by the gods to protect Nirn, and as she's come to learn, the realms connected to it by extension. As an Immortal she became the vessel for Y'ffre, the god that created the Bosmeri people and breathed life to Valenwood itself. Though as the centuries wore on, the line between her and Y'ffre continued to grow more and more blurred.


She had spent the last few days mainly meditating. A rare chance to actually slow down and gather energy from within the forest. Her deep connect to the Green - and plant life in general - also allowed her to listen to the various Stories weaving together into one Great Tale. She knew what was going on within these woods, not that there was anything she'd have to act on. Besides, she was enjoying the chance to rest and recharge.


|| Are you done yet? || A voice groaned in an almost childlike manner. ||I'm so bored! Not even Dereth is talking to me.|| The voice belonged to a being known as Necrirti. A powerful Ancient Spirit that had fused with the spirit of her husband Dereth following his passing. For all his power, he was also a pain in the ass.

Falin let out an irritated sigh as her crimson hues opened, scanning the dimly lit cavern. The silhouette of another Bosmer sat across from her, glowing a deep purple. While in another world, she had met a Spirit Mage by the name of Reiko. He explained that when a being dies, their soul and spirit are separated. The soul goes on to the afterlife with some being reborn as angels or demons, while the spirit gains an element and then awaits summoning. This law applied to even her world, and given the amount of time that had gone by since Dereth's passing, he would have regained all of his memories from life. Reiko helped to summon the spirit, binding her and Dereth so they could fight at each other's side once more. Until a blade finally claimed her own life.


"Sorry about him," Dereth rubbed the back of his neck. "I can only keep him quiet for so long..."


Falin sighed as she stood and stretched. "It's not your fault he's a pain." She started towards the tunnels, Dereth walking at her side. "Besides, I need to gather my things and leave anyway."


The Spirit glanced at her. "Did Y'ffre tell you something?"


She shook her head as they emerged from the tunnels, blinking in the bright light of the sun. "It's hard to describe, but I can feel it. Something calling for help deep within the Green. I can't exactly ignore it." She stepped into the room she had been given during her stay. It was plain, simple, nothing extravagant by any means. Just like she had asked. She hated when others tried to treat her as if she were a god, all she wanted to be seen as was a normal Bosmer.


Not that normal Bosmer had horns growing from their head, but that's not the point.


Changing into her armor made of leather and dragon scales, she gathered the last of her things and set off towards the source of the distortion. Falin couldn't describe the feeling, the strange tugging at the back of her mind like something begging for help. She couldn't just ignore it. No, doing so would be going against her very purpose. The reason she still walked on Nirn. But it was going to take a few hours to reach the source, even as swiftly as she could move through the trees.


Finally she arrived in the small, dark clearing. Ruins of some sort, strange and unfamiliar to her. She knew every inch of Valenwood yet had never seen the smallest glimpse of such ruins. The old stone archway that acted as the entrance was covered and moss with vines climbing all over it.


||Be careful|| Dereth's voices echoed in the back of her mind. ||There's a powerful magic coming out of there. Even Necrirti can feel it.||


||Was that an insult? I have a feeling you were insulting me just now.||


Rolling her eyes at the arguing Spirits, Falin stepped inside. A damp and musty scent hung heavy in the air, drips of water echoed from deeper inside. Dereth was right though, she could feel some kind of magic deeper inside. not detecting any scents that would indicate others within she continued until she reached a large chamber. Glowing runes covered the floor as thick dark mist swirled in the center of the room. "What do we have here?" She mused, slowly moving further inside. The runes weren't Daedric, nor were they anything she'd ever seen before. So this likely wasn't the work of Daedra worshipers.


There it was again, that strange call for help. It came from the mist, though she couldn't see anything within. As she drew closer to get a better look she found herself suddenly enveloped in the mist. Blinding light, excruciating pain. Then nothing.


Out within the Blossoming Grasslands, an unconscious Bosmer lay. Traveling between worlds, even realms of Oblivion, was often incredibly painful and draining. God or not. Even Dereth and Necrirti were too drained to even stir. It was going to be awhile before any of them came around.

@Veyd Sahvoz @loyalwolf


Malorn sighed as both Vix and Hitsugya had decided to leave in favor of joining the fight. Malorn of course had no intention of doing so, he rarely if ever fought unless it interested him highly or had some kind of prize money, and he was fairly sure a illegal street fight that evidently happened out of no where had prize money. So instead, he didn't go after them or say anything further to them as they left off, seeing no need to do so. Spectating the fight, or rather both of them getting pelted with rocks and trash, for few minutes longer he eventually deemed the fight uninteresting seeing as it was abruptly halted.


With a few flaps of his wings he took to the sky once more, raising far above the roof tops and flying off towards the Blossoming Grasslands, luckily for him the sun was shining by now instead of raining. He'd often go there after work and simply relax a while to un-wind from a long day, which was another thing about him that was un-demonlike that he tended to do. He wasn't sure why he did, nor did the thoughts as to why particularly interest him, so he decided like most other things he did them simply to be different than other boring demons.


Eventually, he reached his destination and rather than immediately landing he flew around for a bit, picking the perfect spo- Was that someone passed out in the middle of what he deemed his section of the grasslands? Oh hell no. Landing a few feet beside them he sending a small shockwave of air causing the grass to billow a bit. Nonchalantly he walked over and inspected the tresspasser sure he technically didn't own a part of the grasslands, but he always forced people to stay away from it when he was around. "Who passes out in the middle of nowhere.." He muttered, glaring at her with his arms crossed.


The humanoid in front of him was obviously female, but he further had no clue what particular race she was, then again he never really cared much about the specifics of other races seeing as most of them were more human than not. Grabbing a stick from a nearby tree he set to work poking her in the face to see if she was alive, it illicited nothing more than a twitch but she was infact alive. "Oi! Wake up! What the hell are you doing here?" He shouted at her, nudging him with his foot ever so often.

 

[Veyd Sahvoz]

@Halohbottech @Veyd Sahvoz @loyalwolf
Ferra and Torr





Torr was, without a doubt, ultimately confused on Hitsugya and Vix's arrival. So much so that he simply paused his onslaught of attacks mid air and stared at them in confusion. Deciding he really, really didn't know what was going on he picked up Hitsugya by one of his wings carefully and sat him down to the side. He simply stared at Vix momentarily and shoved him to the side then resumed his fight with El Rudioso.


Ferra on the other hand couldn't believe the guy who had bitched at her for using her phone was currently on the phone with an attorney, and actually trying to press charges, threatening her with a lawsuit. Then, he called her old and basically not a girl because of it, and to top it all off he threatened her by filming what she would say next. She honestly found the entire situation comical, so much so that by the time the guy with the camera had fully pointed it at her she was full on laughing. "Oh my god..dude..did..you seriously just threaten me with a lawsuit and filming what I say?" She told him after she managed to partially compose herself. "Oh, also, last I checked I'm still very much a chick thanks. But, onto the point, seriously." She added, pausing before continuing and walking up closer to him, making sure the camera could catch her 'good side'. "Tell me bud, what normal human has wings? What races have wings like these, hm?" She told him, flexing her left wing around in front of his face. "Last I checked, either demons, vampires, or dragons. And I'm certainly not a dragon. So tell me, Mr. 'Psychosis Diagnosis', what am I? You and your little lawyer buddy, you're just shitty humans, your blood probably even tastes like crap." She paused for a few minutes, pacing back in front of him a few inches and making sure to smack him in the face with her wings everytime she turned, before continuing.


"So, tell me...whatever the hell your name is..why should I give more than half of a shit if you sue me, attempt to toss me into prison, or if that guy over their films me? Infact, tell me why I shouldn't just rip both of your throats out right now and save myself the hassle of arguing with a child? Hm?" She told him, her voice taking on a dark and menacing tone at the end. The entire situation was quite comical, really. Especially the sight of Ferra, who is much shorter than Oscar or half the people there, threatening to kill both Oscar and the camera guy.


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Malorn Drakanos




@Veyd Sahvoz @loyalwolf


Malorn sighed as both Vix and Hitsugya had decided to leave in favor of joining the fight. Malorn of course had no intention of doing so, he rarely if ever fought unless it interested him highly or had some kind of prize money, and he was fairly sure a illegal street fight that evidently happened out of no where had prize money. So instead, he didn't go after them or say anything further to them as they left off, seeing no need to do so. Spectating the fight, or rather both of them getting pelted with rocks and trash, for few minutes longer he eventually deemed the fight uninteresting seeing as it was abruptly halted.


With a few flaps of his wings he took to the sky once more, raising far above the roof tops and flying off towards the Blossoming Grasslands, luckily for him the sun was shining by now instead of raining. He'd often go there after work and simply relax a while to un-wind from a long day, which was another thing about him that was un-demonlike that he tended to do. He wasn't sure why he did, nor did the thoughts as to why particularly interest him, so he decided like most other things he did them simply to be different than other boring demons.


Eventually, he reached his destination and rather than immediately landing he flew around for a bit, picking the perfect spo- Was that someone passed out in the middle of what he deemed his section of the grasslands? Oh hell no. Landing a few feet beside them he sending a small shockwave of air causing the grass to billow a bit. Nonchalantly he walked over and inspected the tresspasser sure he technically didn't own a part of the grasslands, but he always forced people to stay away from it when he was around. "Who passes out in the middle of nowhere.." He muttered, glaring at her with his arms crossed.


The humanoid in front of him was obviously female, but he further had no clue what particular race she was, then again he never really cared much about the specifics of other races seeing as most of them were more human than not. Grabbing a stick from a nearby tree he set to work poking her in the face to see if she was alive, it illicited nothing more than a twitch but she was infact alive. "Oi! Wake up! What the hell are you doing here?" He shouted at her, nudging him with his foot ever so often.

(Congratulations I award you all with the longest posts of the month award!!! xD and I'll be gone for the rest of the day cuz Christmas )


Before Torr could set him down, Hitsugya jumped off of his shoulder and landed on the ground. "Torr...I know you probably want to fight but mind if I take over" said Hitsugya, taking of his gloves and letting them slam onto the ground. "I've been waiting for a fighting tournament, what greater place than here?" he said to Vix. Cracking his knuckles to stretch them out from the 100 lb weighted gloves he always wore as if they were nothing. He smirked and put his hands back in his pockets, waiting what would happen next.


@loyalwolf @Mitchs98 @Dunkenstein

 

[CallSign]

"My my, you misunderstand. There was no threat. I merely advised you - against my personal interests, no less - to not make your list of illegal actions longer, lest it increase the trouble you're already in. You seem hell-bent on ignoring me, though, so whatever. Four counts of assault now and a few more counts of battery, in case you've lost count." Oscar released the cameraman, who slowly backed away, his attention now solidly focused on the vampire threatening him.


"Now, why shouldn't you kill us. Obviously, the first answer is legal repercussions. My lawyer already has your name and is digging up your information as we speak. You would easily be linked to the murder as well as your other misdeeds. Seeing as vampires are so utterly common in this city, I'm sure the government has men trained and capable of taking you in. It would only be a matter of time before your unlife would be shattered, either through execution or imprisonment in a special facility.


"I like to think I'm a generous guy. I could easily save you all that trouble, and I'm willing. Just compensate me for my ruined date and for this physical abuse and I'll be on my way. Really, it's that simple - you've kinda brought all this on yourself at this point."


@Mitchs98

 

[KageYuuki]

@Mitchs98


Low snarls could be heard as a ghostly direwolf appeared between Falin and the demon. Its eyes glowing a piercing blue as it bared its fangs at him. The message was clear: hurt my master and I'll make sure you regret it. It would be awhile before she would awaken and he wasn't about to let anything happen to her in the meantime.


Finally a quiet groan escaped her lips as she stirred. Crimson eyes slowly open as she started to take in her surroundings. Vision blurring, the Immortal tried to push herself up but her arm gave out. Her entire body ached, it would be a few hours before she had enough strength to really move around. Let alone fight. As her vision cleared she looked up at the demon for a moment before glancing around the open field. This certainly wasn't Valenwood, where was she?

 

[Retro109]

@Mango


Eisuke


"I just wanted to say I'm the son of a duke... I think I may have phrased that last part too gravely..." Eisuke whispered awkwardly. He didn't expect such an answer from anyone, except Emma.

 

[Mitchs98]

"My my, you misunderstand. There was no threat. I merely advised you - against my personal interests, no less - to not make your list of illegal actions longer, lest it increase the trouble you're already in. You seem hell-bent on ignoring me, though, so whatever. Four counts of assault now and a few more counts of battery, in case you've lost count." Oscar released the cameraman, who slowly backed away, his attention now solidly focused on the vampire threatening him.
"Now, why shouldn't you kill us. Obviously, the first answer is legal repercussions. My lawyer already has your name and is digging up your information as we speak. You would easily be linked to the murder as well as your other misdeeds. Seeing as vampires are so utterly common in this city, I'm sure the government has men trained and capable of taking you in. It would only be a matter of time before your unlife would be shattered, either through execution or imprisonment in a special facility.


"I like to think I'm a generous guy. I could easily save you all that trouble, and I'm willing. Just compensate me for my ruined date and for this physical abuse and I'll be on my way. Really, it's that simple - you've kinda brought all this on yourself at this point."


@Mitchs98

Ferra





Ferra simply stared in shock and confusion, a smirk on her face, as Oscar continued to attempt to threaten her nonsensically. At-least he ceased calling her a nutcase or insulting her gender. Once he was finally done with his most recent rant that she disregarded as nonsense once again she decided to reply. "'Illegal actions' riiight. First off, Ferra is my first name. I have no clue nor care what my last is, nor do I have any sort of actual real identification or really any records other than a few old newspaper articles. Hell for all I know Ferra isn't even my real name. Your lawyer can have fun attempting to find information on me all he wants to." She told him, pausing momentarily before continuing.


"As for the big bad government...well..I'm not all to worried about that, never have been never will. I'm not exactly still alive because I'm weak you know? I didn't ruin your date, and if you're pansy enough to call getting brushed a few times by a pair of wings physical abuse that's your problem." Sighing she looked at the guy with the camera, she'd have to break that thing later. She honestly couldn't believe this guy was serious, really, blaming her for his poor dating skills and further threatning her with getting sued. This guy was better than TV, that said...maybe she could tease him a bit more.


"However." She added, holding one finger up to stop whatever words were coming out of his mouth, "Seeing as I'm in a good mood and you're honestly a good form of entertainment...what sort of compensation did you have in mind?"


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@Mitchs98
Low snarls could be heard as a ghostly direwolf appeared between Falin and the demon. Its eyes glowing a piercing blue as it bared its fangs at him. The message was clear: hurt my master and I'll make sure you regret it. It would be awhile before she would awaken and he wasn't about to let anything happen to her in the meantime.


Finally a quiet groan escaped her lips as she stirred. Crimson eyes slowly open as she started to take in her surroundings. Vision blurring, the Immortal tried to push herself up but her arm gave out. Her entire body ached, it would be a few hours before she had enough strength to really move around. Let alone fight. As her vision cleared she looked up at the demon for a moment before glancing around the open field. This certainly wasn't Valenwood, where was she?

Malorn Drakanos

Malorn arched a brow at the spirit wolf that had appeared in between him and Falin. "Easy there big fella..if I wanted her dead, she'd very much be dead, along with you." He told it in a matter of fact way, "But that'd be boring, and I dislike boring, so I don't intend on doing it anytime soon." He added soon after. Soon after he had conversed with the wolf Falin stirred and tried-but failed- to sit up. He watched curiously as she looked around trying to get her bearings, clearly she wasn't from here by the way she was looking around, or maybe she was and she was simply hungover and trying to figure out why she was passed out in the Grasslands.


Either way, she was concious, and he had several questions for her. "Good morning." He told her sarcastically, a smirk present on his face. "Tell me.." He began as he crouched down to be level with her, his wings folded behind his back, "Why were you passed out in my Grasslands, hm? I don't take too kindly to tresspassers, you know." In truth, he had no intention of harming her, he meant every word he had said to the wolf. He could have easily killed her in her weakened state by now if he so pleased, but he had no intentions nor wants of doing so, he'd much rather mess with her mind a bit. After all, that was much more fun than killing, especially if she truely wasn't from Faereach.

 

[Dunkenstein]

Faereach State Building Plaza

​

"Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to Wednesday Night Wrestling. It's been a fairly tame match so far, El Ruidoso running rings around Torr but unable to land a hit that matters!" The commentators were back at it again, after Ferra decided to leave them alone. Talkative as they were, they were only normal human beings, and the running commentary of this match (as well as their lives) meant more than pissing off a little girl.


"Is the giant too tough for El Ruidoso to crack? After his victory over Rybore last week, you wouldn't think so!"


"I agree, JR. Superpowered or not, El Ruidoso's not the type to let a giant get the better of him... wait, who is that?"


"WHUT?!"


"It's... it's Hitsugya! Hitsugya is challenging El Ruidoso in the middle of his match!"


"BUH GAWD!"


El Ruidoso de Marad, Mighty Lucha Wrestler, had completely ignored the addition of a new contender to his honourable match. After all, interference was part and parcel of every event of Wednesday Night Wrestling! He ran around the impromptu ring formed by helpful spectators that had been giving him boosts almost as good as the ropes while Torr politely dealt with the intruder. One never turned their back on their true opponent!


"And now Hitsugya is trying to tag in! This is clearly an illegal move! How is El Ruidoso gonna react?!"


"Hola!" called El Ruidoso de Marad to the winged creature and his friend! "Muy muchachos, this is a friendly match between two spirited competitors. If you wish to fight, please, make a booking with my agent, yes? El Ruidoso does not just accept fights off the street unless they are fine warriors!"


The match paused for the moment, El Ruidoso scanned the crowd, the surroundings, the arena... the Faereach State Building, perfect! He took off at a dead run towards it, the entranced crowd parting to make way for him! "Come, giant man Torr! Let us wrestle like gentlemen in the arena of gods, atop the greatest monument there is!"


He was heading for the Faereach State Building. Was he going to climb it?!


"Where is he going, JR?"


"It looks like he's gonna climb the building! This could be dangerous for Torr! Everyone knows that a Lucha's favoured position is the top rope!"


"How is Torr gonna react? Is he going to pursue, or break off the fight?"

 

[Colt556]

Edgewater Academy - Dorms





The young boy made his way down one of the hallways, a wheeled suitcase being trailed behind him as his gaze darted to and fro. Try as he might he couldn't make heads or tails of this school's layout and after spending far longer than he would care to admit searching for his room he decided to simply ask for directions. His quest to find a student or faculty member was, in itself, a bit of a task as it was the middle of the day and few people were wandering about. Finally his search came to fruition as he found a pair of girls making their way down the hall towards him. "Um, excuse me but can you direct me to room..." He looked down at the piece of paper he had been given to verify that he had the right number before looking back at the girls. "201?" The pair stopped upon hearing his request and appeared to think for a bit before the one on the right, a cute girl with brown hair made up into a ponytail and emerald green eyes, spoke up. She gave him directions to where his dorm room was located and with a simple "Thank you very much." Wil made his way down the hall, following the girl's directions.


After a bit of a walk he finally reached his destination, his gaze firmly locked on the plaque next to the door reading 'Room 201'. Happy at the thought of finally getting settled he quickly made his way into the room. He quickly took stock of the room, noting the boy at the desk poring over some documents as well as the outfit neatly laid out on one of the beds. Seeking to hold control of momentum in this meeting he spoke up immediately, not even allowing his roommate the chance to turn around and akcnowledge that someone had entered the room. "Hey, guess you're my new roommate huh? The name's Wilfried but you can call me Wil!" He called out with exuberance as he began to wheel his suitcase to the spare bed.

 

[Veyd Sahvoz]

Faereach State Building Plaza

​

"Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to Wednesday Night Wrestling. It's been a fairly tame match so far, El Ruidoso running rings around Torr but unable to land a hit that matters!" The commentators were back at it again, after Ferra decided to leave them alone. Talkative as they were, they were only normal human beings, and the running commentary of this match (as well as their lives) meant more than pissing off a little girl.


"Is the giant too tough for El Ruidoso to crack? After his victory over Rybore last week, you wouldn't think so!"


"I agree, JR. Superpowered or not, El Ruidoso's not the type to let a giant get the better of him... wait, who is that?"


"WHUT?!"


"It's... it's Hitsugya! Hitsugya is challenging El Ruidoso in the middle of his match!"


"BUH GAWD!"


El Ruidoso de Marad, Mighty Lucha Wrestler, had completely ignored the addition of a new contender to his honourable match. After all, interference was part and parcel of every event of Wednesday Night Wrestling! He ran around the impromptu ring formed by helpful spectators that had been giving him boosts almost as good as the ropes while Torr politely dealt with the intruder. One never turned their back on their true opponent!


"And now Hitsugya is trying to tag in! This is clearly an illegal move! How is El Ruidoso gonna react?!"


"Hola!" called El Ruidoso de Marad to the winged creature and his friend! "Muy muchachos, this is a friendly match between two spirited competitors. If you wish to fight, please, make a booking with my agent, yes? El Ruidoso does not just accept fights off the street unless they are fine warriors!"


The match paused for the moment, El Ruidoso scanned the crowd, the surroundings, the arena... the Faereach State Building, perfect! He took off at a dead run towards it, the entranced crowd parting to make way for him! "Come, giant man Torr! Let us wrestle like gentlemen in the arena of gods, atop the greatest monument there is!"


He was heading for the Faereach State Building. Was he going to climb it?!


"Where is he going, JR?"


"It looks like he's gonna climb the building! This could be dangerous for Torr! Everyone knows that a Lucha's favoured position is the top rope!"


"How is Torr gonna react? Is he going to pursue, or break off the fight?"

Hitsugya still couldn't recall who this Ruidoso was, he'd been in martial arts tournaments and fighting tournaments but not like this one. Folding up his wings on his back, Hitsu looked up at Ruidoso's attempt at climbing, he sighed and remained in his spot waiting until he came back down. He smirked to himself That is if he makes it back down.





@loyalwolf @Dunkenstein