Fantasy Faereach City of Magicks (Now Accepting)

[KageYuuki]

@Mitchs98


Well now, wasn't this an interesting turn of events? Falin quirked an eyebrow at his offer. He wasn't wrong by any means, she didn't really have a grasp on this realm just yet even if it did feel slightly familiar. She certainly wasn't going to have a place to stay in the city, not that it was a huge issue for her. She had equipment setting up a small camp wouldn't have been too difficult. But having a place to stay and someone willing to share information with her would make piecing it all together that much easier.


At his comment on not thinking he was trying to win her interest, she gave a soft chuckle and waved him off. "Don't worry, I would have thought that anyway." Though she had a feeling Dereth may have been slightly suspicious. But he was her husband so it was only natural to have a slight jealousy. As Malron mentioned his curiosity on her realm and for her to share information in return, she gave a slight nod. "Fair enough. If that's what you would like in return I can manage."

 

[Mango]

Emma

Emma sat quietly, finding the content Eisuke was talking about quite interesting. The son of an Iron Meister, feared and honored, and most importantly, he was being chased. As he sat on the table, she leaned back, smiling to herself. "Well, Eyeglass, I'm glad you trust me enough to share this to me." She jumped up on the table, taking a seat right next to him. "And I will try my absolute best to help you with whatever bastard's after you," she said with a wide grin.

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[Retro109]

@Mango


Eisuke


Eisuke lit up a little. He was glad that Emma was here, since he had his fears of being kidnapped once he came off the train.


"Well, I'm quite tired. I might go look for a hotel to stay in ir something..." He said, now getting up with a heave, his Ultimate's Fatigue kicking in.

 

[SkippyGranola]

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[Mango]

Emma

Emma held her hand up, motioning for Eisuke to stop. "Well, if you need a place to stay, I've got an apartment," she said. "As long as you stay on the other end, and don't do anything perverted, you're welcome to stay. She started to run of, flashing him a smile. "Come on, Eightball!"


As soon as Emma got to her dorm, she opened her door, checking to see if Eisuke had followed her.

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[Retro109]

@Mango


Eisuke


Eisuke rolled his eyes at Emma's statement, but nodded in agreement, walking after her. Once they got to her dorm, Eisuke raised an eyebrow.


"This isn't a school dorm, is it? Because I don't think I'd be allowed in here..." he asked cautiously, looking around to make sure no-one had seen him.

 

[Mango]

Emma

Emma laughed at Eisuke's nervousness. "It's not a dorm, silly. It's my personal apartment." The inside of the apartment was well-furbrished, with a patterned carpet and a few sofas in the lobby. "Now let me give you the grand tour!" She said, energetically. " Here's the bathroom, here's my room, here's the closet, blah blah..." She seemed truly happy doing this, bouncing from room to room wih a smile on her face. She pulled a blanket and pillow out from the closet and put it on the sofa. "If you'd like to stay, you could sleep here," she said, a slight tone of hoping in her voice.

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[Retro109]

@Mango


Eisuke


Eisuke smiled softly and replied


"I just might take you up on that, Emma. Thanks!" He really was grateful that he met Emma, since she's been so kind to him. He would have to find some way to repay her.

 

[CHIMNY]

Varkov and Sparky were beginning to get bored, Varkov made a paper plane from the sign and his pet dragon fired acid at it after it was thrown. Just then Varkov was struck with a brilliant idea, he jumped up and told Spark to get up too. "Sparky did you know that no one here has seen dragons before!" Varkov said with a huge grin.


Spark jumped up and howled.


They began to fly towards the Paragon square.


The landed behind the bushes and crouched there.


"Here's the plan, you jump out and start causing chaos then I come and pretend to tame you!"


Spark let out a soft bark then flew towards the center, he started spitting acid and fire in the fountain. After the crowd noticed him, Varkov jumped out the bushes.


"Fear not people of the Paragon square! I, Varkov the dragon tamer has arrived!!"


In a bold and daring pose, Varkov approached Spark and extended his arm towards him, Spark was about to come down but Varkov let out an angry expression on his face. Spark continued the rampage.


"Vile beast! Bow down before me!!!"


Spark was a bit offended by this but let it slide, he went to the ground and sat down to were Varkov was pointing. While still pointing to the floor, Varkov turned to the majority of the audience with Spark crawling to the destination.


The troll made a gesture for Spark to get on his shoulder, Spark obliged and they bowed.

 

[Mitchs98]

Oscar watched and listened as the vampire's entire demeanor changed in almost an instant, confirming that she had, in fact, completely misunderstood. Ah well, it wasn't the first misunderstanding he'd experienced, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He was just glad he wouldn't have to fill out witness paperwork for his own death again.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the hand was removed from his shoulder. Inwardly, he breathed a sigh of relief - the constant, unwanted contact had made him quite uncomfortable. It wasn't the touch itself that bothered him, as he'd known the touch of many a woman. No, it was the aftereffects of the pain negation that had gone on - it didn't stop when the source of the pain stopped causing it, creating an odd, euphoric sensation. Having her hand stay there prolonged the aftereffect. Overall, the feeling made his skin crawl.


With his skin no longer crawling, he could focus on what the diminutive vampire was doing, which at that point seemed to be removing the helmet upon her head. As it lifted to reveal the vampire's face, everything just clicked for Oscar. The misunderstanding, the insistence of being a fighter's manager despite having no money, the desire for superiority, the ease of offense - everything made sense now. However, he had to be sure.


Oscar gently took Ferra's chin in his hand and guided her head left, right, up, and down. He scrutinized everything - her cheeks, her chin, her nose, her lips, her eyes, and her ears. Once done with that, he ran his fingers through her hair, then smelled his hand - smelling a girl's hair directly was generally considered rude. He took a step back and sized her up, then down, the back up again.


Finally, he nodded. Somehow, this vampire was both too old and too young. "No, don't trouble yourself, kiddo. Just keep on managing that Torr fellow and I'll be on my way. Say, how about giving me a smile for the road?" Oscar reached out and patted her head.


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Faereach State Building - Ruined Top Floor

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"OUTSIDE INTERFERENCE FROM HITSUGYA!"


"I have not seen a tantrum like this since Wise Man Sharp cashed in on The Executioner!"


"It's clear he wants in on this match, but are Torr or El Ruidoso going to retaliate?!"


"I don't know JR! I just don't know!"


The sudden cracking and splintering of the building underneath them gave El Ruidoso an opportunity to react. Using the shifting and shaking ground as a launching point, he leapt and spun at Torr, slamming his back into the giant who, admittedly, didn't move too much. It wasn't meant to make an impact anyway. It was simply a setup, for something far, more, dramatic!


"Is he...?"


"No don't do it, Ruidoso! Don't do it!"


But El Ruidoso, Mighty Lucha Wrestler had wrapped an arm around his fearsome opponent's head! Such ferocity! Such FIREY PASSION! But no, what was he doing? Was he just simply setting himself up to be spooned by Torr? No, he was a lucha! He would not permit himself such erotic fantasties at a time like this! Perhaps later, over dinner. With an attractive lady. Not this man. But El Ruidoso's narration digresses!


"Time to fly, mine companero!"


In a true display of Lucha might, El Ruidoso de Marad rolled UP, OVER TORR'S HEAD so that he was upside down, and using his significant momentum simply fell forward.


Off the side of the building.


Taking Torr with him.


"BUH GAWD!"


"SALIDA DEL SOL! SALIDA DEL SOL! EVERYBODY GET TO COVER!!"


Assuming Torr didn't find a way out of El Ruidoso's headlock, Hitsugya might wanna watch out. He currently had two mighty, and very very heavy wrestlers approaching him at 9.8m/s2.

Ferra and Torr


Ferra was, without a doubt, heavily confused as Oscar grabbed her chin and started seemingly studying her face for some odd reason. Though she stayed silent up until the point he ran his hand through her hair, which caused her to squirm a bit and stifle a laugh. She looked at him curiously as he stepped back and looked her over, half expecting him to make a comment about her being short like most other people did.


She arched a brow as he nodded, did she just get sized up to be eaten or something? She was slightly shocked as Oscar seemed to change his demeanour as well, she guessed that both of them were on edge from where she misunderstood what he was saying. She was glad he seemed to have forgiven her though, after all it was her fault the argument got as bad as it did. "Okay, you bet I will!" She told him happily on the prospect of continuing to manage Torr, a happy smile on her face to match her words. "Hey, before you go, what's your name?" She added upon realizing she never asked him.


Torr on the other hand was having his own issues, first the building started to crack which put him off guard giving El Rudioso a perfect opening for his next move. Which seemed to..be..slamming into him? Torr was heavily confused as he moved maybe three inches coupled with the impact and uneasiness of the ground. A mix of unstable footing and shock gave El Rudioso the perfect moment he needed to drag Torr over the edge of the building with him.


Torrs' eyes widened in shock, albeit not very visible to anyone look at his face thanks to the sack on his head, as the ground approached at an alarming rate. Not that the impact would kill him, but that was aside the point. This guy wrestling him clearly had a death wish. Annd..the..carcass of the dragon was directly below them with bones jutting out. Torr facepalmed internally for his screw up, though, how could he know anyone of this would have happened. Then again, what did he have to worry about? His skin was as tough as a dragons hide, then again they were also sailing downwards at a pretty high speed.


He wasn't sure what kind of grip El Rudioso had, he could rip his arms from his body but if he had an iron grip it could also rip Todrs head from his body. So, he did the next most logical thing. It was time to play a game of chicken. Turning in such a way that El Rudioso's body would be pointed directly towards the dragon carcass pointed pavement, he simply waited for the impact. It would either spear El Rudioso or he would break off at the last minute. A dangerous game indeed.


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@Mitchs98
Well now, wasn't this an interesting turn of events? Falin quirked an eyebrow at his offer. He wasn't wrong by any means, she didn't really have a grasp on this realm just yet even if it did feel slightly familiar. She certainly wasn't going to have a place to stay in the city, not that it was a huge issue for her. She had equipment setting up a small camp wouldn't have been too difficult. But having a place to stay and someone willing to share information with her would make piecing it all together that much easier.


At his comment on not thinking he was trying to win her interest, she gave a soft chuckle and waved him off. "Don't worry, I would have thought that anyway." Though she had a feeling Dereth may have been slightly suspicious. But he was her husband so it was only natural to have a slight jealousy. As Malron mentioned his curiosity on her realm and for her to share information in return, she gave a slight nod. "Fair enough. If that's what you would like in return I can manage."

Malorn Drakanos

Malorn nodded and stood, his chair receeding into the ground as he did. "It's settled then." He told her, giving a slight nod. "Seeing as we will be staying together for the time being we may as well introduce ourselves. I am Malorn Drakanos, though I am commonly referred to as Mark Waters in my current form." He told her. "And you are?" He added. He had half expected her to turn his offer down, not that he would have cared either way, but most people didn't quite like the fact of a demon inviting them to stay with them.

 

[Veyd Sahvoz]

Shiro Majima
Shiro blinked. Oh, he thought, I guess he isn't all that retarded. I guess he has other probelsm. Well, since I've dug myself into a hole already, I might as well take this as it comes.


"I'm sorry~" Shiro said in as clear a voice as he could muster. "You must be mistaken. Here, I'll list the things that most people would consider to be showing off: Flying above the crowd because you just can't bare to sit in the audience, dropping into the ring hard enough to leave a crater and challenging someone while he's still fighting, preparing to fight before your target has even said anything, getting upset enough to destroy a building when your target ignores you... you've done quite a lot to show that you really want to steal the match away from Torr for some reason, and you've gotten very upset when you didn't have your way. Hell, you threw fireballs when The Crowd booed you!"


Shiro wiped his nose with the back of his hand dismissively. "Now, I don't know who you're trying to fool here, but it's obvious to anyone who's watching that you want to fight El Ruidoso Del Marad for all the attention it'd bring. Why else would you try to attack him in the middle of a match? Why else would you react so violently to being booed and ignored? Why else are you still here, waiting to attack him after he told you to book a match first?"


Shiro Majima put his hands on his hips and bowed his head.


"You're acting like some common thug, you know. You should really learn some restraint, and I can probably teach it to you. If you want, talk to me after the match. If not, I'd suggest you at least take a lesson from this mess you've caused: don't jump into the middle of a one-on-one match, especially if you don't have any stake in it. Stealing all the glory from someone who worked for it doesn't make you look cool or edgy or badass, it just makes you look like a child."Shiro spun on his heel and began to walk back into The Crowd, like a good audience member does. Before he politely squeezed between two men at the front of the crowd, he gave one last tip. Adults can wait for their turn."


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Hitsugya sighed and rubbed his temples For gods sake why do I get myself mixed up into stupid shit?…Looks like this Ruidoso isn't what I expected and this crowd is a bunch if idiots. *sigh* Maybe I should just stick to training, he thought to himself while still taking in all the things Shiro said. In a way, he was right. He was becoming someone who liked to fight, he was becoming a person that was careless. Someone he tried so hard not to be.


He found himself in a room. It was black and dark yet he could see himself perfectly fine, no shirt on, his wrappings gone revealing all of his recent injuries, and his wings missing. When he looked up he saw the figure he knew all to well. The figure looked almost exactly like him, except, it had greyish death like skin, blood staining it's hands, slight red glowing eyes. "My my…look at all of your injuries. We wouldn't want poor Hitsu getting hurt now would we?" asked the figure, sarcassm in his voice and he began chuckling. Hitsugya couldn't move, he gritted his teeth and glared at his alternate self "You....Quit taking control of me! I don't need your help!" he shouted, trying to move or something that would let him fight back. "You think they're your friends? Wouldn't you want the satisfsction of killing such annoying beings?"


"Shut the hell up! Don't bring them into this!!" shouted Hitsugya, in anger. He felt a few spears go right through him but he couldn't speak, couldn't breath. The figure just laughed like a maniac and drove his hand into Hitsugya's chest, twisting his hand to grab his heart "Does it hurt? Time is always ticking...make the best of it" and with that he grasped Hitsugya's heary so hard that he nearly gasped. Trying not to feel the pain, knowing it wasn't real, he still couldn't move and before he reacted, his alternate self grinned "Rest for a while" and kicked him in the face.


Back in reality now, Hitsugya froze and started shaking. Trying to move his hand to get help, to tell his friends to get away from him, but no one saw and he gasped. His vision blurred and he collapsed.


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[pbtenchi]

"Shaking it would be acceptable but I understand if you don't want to. Wow that is an interesting way to live though." Dru smiled at him warmly

"Ah, you still shake?" he said, quickly gripping Dru's hand and giving a strange shake before going back to rummaging through the coffin. "Here it is! my latest diary, I think I went to Egypt some time for a necromancer convention."

 

[Drumonkey]

"Ah, you still shake?" he said, quickly gripping Dru's hand and giving a strange shake before going back to rummaging through the coffin. "Here it is! my latest diary, I think I went to Egypt some time for a necromancer convention."

"When was your latest diary written because my friend and I have a theory about myself and my powers. My powers give me a strange measure of invincibility."

 

[pbtenchi]

"When was your latest diary written because my friend and I have a theory about myself and my powers. My powers give me a strange measure of invincibility."

Well, its about 600 filled pages, and I try to write a page about once every two weeks, so if I do the maths..." He pulled a calculator out of the coffin. 'I started it about 23 years ago? Is that a little short?"

 

[Dunkenstein]

Howdy kids! It's physics time!


In standard Earth-like gravity, falling objects accelerate at a rate of 9.8 metres per second per second. This continues until the object reaches terminal velocity, at which point there is no further acceleration. Generally, the heavier the object, the faster the terminal velocity, and the more force imparted on the ground, the person impacting into it, and any unfortunate objects underneath.


With such abstract and undefined weights, a ballpark figure of three hundred and fifty kilograms has been used for the combined mass of El Ruidoso and Torr. With this weight in mind and factoring in a fall of approximately four hundred metres, by the time they hit the ground, they would be travelling at 193.3 miles per hour.


The energy of the impact of these two men calculates to approximately 1.3 million joules. Having reached terminal velocity, the two wrestlers would be hitting the ground with the force of an explosion of one and one third kilograms of TNT. Survivable, but extremely painful.


People might wanna stand back.

Faereach State Building, Adjacent to Floor 101

​

Once a turn begins in freefall, the turn continues in freefall. El Ruidoso went with this new momentum, causing the pair of them in their death grip to do what would be called a graceful pirouette if it were done by ballerinas. As it stood, it looked more like a human corkscrew.


"AW LAWD! EL RUIDOSO HAS JUST DONE A SALIDA DEL SOL TO TORR OFF THE FAEREACH STATE BUILDING!"


"JR, get to cover!"


Of course, the problem with a turn continuing in freefall is that it wasn't easy to stop. With both men stomach-to-face as was custom of a Salida Del Sol, El Ruidoso soon found himself on top of Torr again... then underneath him... then atop him... this wasn't going to work! The point of impact was coming up and El Ruidoso had a trump card. His magical fighting pants, enchanted to prevent fall damage, would happily take the impact. He just had to actually land on them and not his unfortunately mundane boots.


So he let go.


"Goodbye, mine companero!" he called out, though falling at a rate of nearly two hundred miles an hour did a good job of ensuring he would not be heard.


Torr and El Ruidoso were going to land in the corpse of the dragon simultaneously, that much was clear. And that dragon was going to explode.


(EDIT: More family events today. Posting will be delayed)

 

[Attero]

At some point the girl swapped out her school uniform for an attire suitable to her profession. Her maid uniform, its dress now flowing to the current that ran the city's narrow streets, dazzled and impressed passer bys whom happened to care enough to notice its impeccable condition. Not that she made any mention towards them in response, her duty and purpose coming both first and second in her mind, with herself as third and leaving no room for others.


In her travels the maid passed by Paragon square. She had not been here before but otherwise read about it in tour pamphlets. It seemed something had happened, with a curious looking 'man' and a dragon bowing heads to what appeared to be a somewhat frightened crowd. A scary display? A show even? She couldn't tell as whatever they did, she hadn't been given the opportunity to react to it. They did not seem like performers but if they were, their careers might have just been starting out. Perhaps these people would have been better entertained by the displays of the likes that Madam von Feulner attended to, some of which this maid had the fortune to witness as well when accompanying the Madam. But then again, most common men did not have such privilege. Indeed they would have been lucky to just be in the Madam's very presence.


Without a second thought, the maid crossed Paragon square. News of a fight had her change course towards the Faereach State Building, as she imagined it would be her Master's destination in his search for excitement.

 

[Mitchs98]

"When was your latest diary written because my friend and I have a theory about myself and my powers. My powers give me a strange measure of invincibility."

Well, its about 600 filled pages, and I try to write a page about once every two weeks, so if I do the maths..." He pulled a calculator out of the coffin. 'I started it about 23 years ago? Is that a little short?"

Allison stifled a laugh as Ralzanoth shook Dru's hand. Despite giving a rather hostile outside appearance the skeleton actually seemed kind and kinda funny to her, she was certain most other people would've turned the other way if a skeleton such as he even so much as waved at them. She got further hopeful when he said he had a diary from when he went to Egypt, even more it was over twenty years old. It wasn't exactly ancient, but it was a start. It was possible that it wasn't old enough, though she wasn't sure how old Dru was, so she wasn't entirely sure.


"Well, I'm not sure myself. That depends on how old Dru is." She replied before looking towards Dru as if waiting on a response.

 

[Mango]

Emma

Emma smiled and nodded. "You're welcome. It's not a bother, so you can always crash here if you need a place to stay." She looked around before sitting on the sofa. "So, got any more plans for tonight?"

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@Mango


Eisuke


Eisuke shook his head, now sitting down.


"No, not really. I've got one more day until I need to get down to the Academy. We can try going somewhere that won't blow up tomorrow, if you want?" He replied, pulling out his phone and earphones and putting them in his ears.

 

[loyalwolf]

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Vix saw something was up with hitsugya but he wasn't sure what was going on. He looked like he was in a trance, he wondered what was going on. When he watched him freeze he wasn't sure what to do. He saw him collapse and rush over to him say " you're more trouble than your worth my friends." he picks him up, no easy task, and carried over to an empty spot in the crowd. vix was wondering what was going on with him, he had no idea what to do. At the moment all he could do was keep hitsugya out of view from everyone and make sure he doesn't die. He starts speaking a chant and cast a protect barrier around them just to make sure he covers them. @Veyd Sahvoz

 

[KageYuuki]

@Mitchs98


The Bosmer nodded, standing. She should be able to walk fine to wherever they were headed. Maybe not run, but definitely walk there at least. "Malron, hm?" She quirked an eyebrow at his mention of another form, "Oh? Why the different forms?" Malron had certainly seemed different. But hey, new world, new races, new abilities! She had some catching up to do still.


Turning towards Faereach, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the wall and towering skyscrapers. The buildings glistened as though they were made from glass. They were far wider than the towers she had seen in Summerset, perhaps their architecture was similar to the Altmeri style. As long as they all aren't like those stuck up Altmer, we'll be just fine... Falin's always held a hatred for the Altmer and their Almderi Dominion. Well, that wasn't exactly fair to say. She hated their military and police force known as the Thalmor. Primarily composed of Altmer, the group had slowly taken control over most of the Dominion's government. Their goal? Erase man from existence and 'cleanse' the impure mer from the world.


"Oh, I'm Falin by the way." Her crimson hues looked back over to the demon, "Falin Nightlake."

 

[Veyd Sahvoz]

Vix saw something was up with hitsugya but he wasn't sure what was going on. He looked like he was in a trance, he wondered what was going on. When he watched him freeze he wasn't sure what to do. He saw him collapse and rush over to him say " you're more trouble than your worth my friends." he picks him up, no easy task, and carried over to an empty spot in the crowd. vix was wondering what was going on with him, he had no idea what to do. At the moment all he could do was keep hitsugya out of view from everyone and make sure he doesn't die. He starts speaking a chant and cast a protect barrier around them just to make sure he covers them. @Veyd Sahvoz

Hitsugya moaned while, partially, unconcious. In his mind he kept being stabbed and having his wounds reopened by his alternate self until he almost gave up. He'd done so many things he wished he hadn't, now drifting in thought he kept thinking about what he'd done. Their blood is still on my hands. I never take help, always shutting everyone out but I can't tell them why. I want to but if I did would that just make things worse? He pondered on that particular thought for a long time, thinking if it was right or wrong but then again who got to determine right or wrong? She'd hate to see me like this. I try to wash it all away but I can't and people still seem to be there. Why? It doesn't make sense. I nearly killed them and they forgave me. I'm to afraid of my own strength ,that I can't control, but I make things worse. He closed his eyes and just kept thinking, trying to make sense of it but not understanding why.

 

[Mango]

Emma

Emma laughed at Eisuke's suggestion. "What do you mean? Explosions are fun!" She leaned closer to him, holding back laughter. "You could even say it's the bomb dot com..." She broke out laughing, finally coming to a stop after a minute. "Haha... whew. Anyways, I'll take you up on that offer. No bombs tomorrow! She checked the clock before speaking again. "So, are you hungry again? It doesn't look like it, but it's been 3 hours since the café, and we didn't really eat much."

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[Mitchs98]

Howdy kids! It's physics time!
In standard Earth-like gravity, falling objects accelerate at a rate of 9.8 metres per second per second. This continues until the object reaches terminal velocity, at which point there is no further acceleration. Generally, the heavier the object, the faster the terminal velocity, and the more force imparted on the ground, the person impacting into it, and any unfortunate objects underneath.


With such abstract and undefined weights, a ballpark figure of three hundred and fifty kilograms has been used for the combined mass of El Ruidoso and Torr. With this weight in mind and factoring in a fall of approximately four hundred metres, by the time they hit the ground, they would be travelling at 193.3 miles per hour.


The energy of the impact of these two men calculates to approximately 1.3 million joules. Having reached terminal velocity, the two wrestlers would be hitting the ground with the force of an explosion of one and one third kilograms of TNT. Survivable, but extremely painful.


People might wanna stand back.

Faereach State Building, Adjacent to Floor 101

​

Once a turn begins in freefall, the turn continues in freefall. El Ruidoso went with this new momentum, causing the pair of them in their death grip to do what would be called a graceful pirouette if it were done by ballerinas. As it stood, it looked more like a human corkscrew.


"AW LAWD! EL RUIDOSO HAS JUST DONE A SALIDA DEL SOL TO TORR OFF THE FAEREACH STATE BUILDING!"


"JR, get to cover!"


Of course, the problem with a turn continuing in freefall is that it wasn't easy to stop. With both men stomach-to-face as was custom of a Salida Del Sol, El Ruidoso soon found himself on top of Torr again... then underneath him... then atop him... this wasn't going to work! The point of impact was coming up and El Ruidoso had a trump card. His magical fighting pants, enchanted to prevent fall damage, would happily take the impact. He just had to actually land on them and not his unfortunately mundane boots.


So he let go.


"Goodbye, mine companero!" he called out, though falling at a rate of nearly two hundred miles an hour did a good job of ensuring he would not be heard.


Torr and El Ruidoso were going to land in the corpse of the dragon simultaneously, that much was clear. And that dragon was going to explode.


(EDIT: More family events today. Posting will be delayed)

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Ferra and Torr





Ferra had, at the time the 'announcers' shouted, currently noticed Torr and El Rudioso free falling like a ocean liner directly towards the ground from over a hundred foors up. While, she wasn't exactly a physics major, or really all that smart in any department, it didn't take a genius to figure out dropping something from that high up that weighed as much as they did to figure out something along the lines of a mini explosion would happen. She also noticed Hitsu pass out soon after but was grabbed by Vix and hopefully carried somewhere safe. Unfortunately for her and Oscar, however, they were way to close to survive the impact without severe wounds. Well, Oscar at-least. Ferra was fairly sure her wings and new defensive scale skin would protect her from most of the force.


Oscar, however, seemed human at first glance so the prospect of him surviving it without severe injury or surviving it at all from this distance was slim. Without waiting for him to answer her about his name or a second thought she immediately shot herself forward and snatched him up, carrying him as best as possible due to their size differences, and finally taking to the air with a running leap and a few flaps of her wings. Thankfully, they got a safe distance away that the wind wouldn't knock her out of the sky before Torr hit the ground, and hit the ground damn hard.


Torr on the other hand while Ferra's grand rescue operation was under way was quickly trying to figure out a way to best absorb the impact with minimal damage dealt. However, he wasn't entirely sure why El Rudioso broke away from him. He quite clearly had better chances of living if he had've used Torrs' massive frame as a cushion of sorts. He didn't have much time to dwell on that fact, however, as the ground was approaching at a pretty alarming pace.


Giving no more thought onto the subject, he assumed a sideways cannon ball stance right before hitting the ground, taking the impact from the side rather than anywhere else. A rather impressive crater was made followed by a gore shower from the dragon, further followed by a rather impressive shockwave absolutely destroying the bottom floors of the building as well as blowing away anyone that decided to stick closer to the fight. Torr wasn't dead, far from it, even if he might of felt as if he were. Though, he didn't move, he unfurled from his balled up stance and lay mostly motionless save for the rising and falling of his chest as his internal injuries began mending themselves.


Unless El Rudioso was dead, it was quite clear that he had won this match, and that Torr had fell for his strategy hook line and sinker.


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@Mitchs98
The Bosmer nodded, standing. She should be able to walk fine to wherever they were headed. Maybe not run, but definitely walk there at least. "Malron, hm?" She quirked an eyebrow at his mention of another form, "Oh? Why the different forms?" Malron had certainly seemed different. But hey, new world, new races, new abilities! She had some catching up to do still.


Turning towards Faereach, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the wall and towering skyscrapers. The buildings glistened as though they were made from glass. They were far wider than the towers she had seen in Summerset, perhaps their architecture was similar to the Altmeri style. As long as they all aren't like those stuck up Altmer, we'll be just fine... Falin's always held a hatred for the Altmer and their Almderi Dominion. Well, that wasn't exactly fair to say. She hated their military and police force known as the Thalmor. Primarily composed of Altmer, the group had slowly taken control over most of the Dominion's government. Their goal? Erase man from existence and 'cleanse' the impure mer from the world.


"Oh, I'm Falin by the way." Her crimson hues looked back over to the demon, "Falin Nightlake."

Malorn Drakanos

Falin would find her chair receeding back into the ground as soon as she stood almost as if it was never there and merely an illusion. Malorns' face portrayed a hint of annoyance, if only briefly, as Falin mispronounced his name. "It's Malorn, though, please just call me Mark instead." He corrected. "As for the different forms, lets just say I prefer keeping my power in check and not sticking out like an insanely sore thumb. Though, I suppose what I am is fairly obvious with the wings, it draws far less attention than my more..demonic..appearance." He added. He watched her curiously as she studied Faereach, clearly her realm was different from his judging by how she scrutinized the buildings. Unfortunately, for the time being however, it seemed she was stuck here so Malorn didn't particularly care if she was indifferent about the landscape or not.


"A pleasure to meet you, Falin." He replied. Normally, he would fly back to his apartment building from this distance away, however he figured Falin would find it a bit awkward to be picked up and flown somewhere by someone she just met. And a demon of all things at that. So, instead, he simply placed his hands in his coat pockets and started walking back towards the city. "So, Falin. Tell me more about this..Nirn. What is it like?" He asked her in an inquisitive and calm manner as he walked.

 

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@Mitchs98


She blinked at the correction of his name "Ah! Sorry, I guess I'm still a little tired." As he explained his reasoning for the different appearances, she only nodded. He must have been a demon, or perhaps just draconic in appearance? She'd met both in her many years, a few good a few . . . troublesome. So nothing overly shocking. Then again it probably took a lot to surprise the Immortal anymore.


As he inquired about Nirn, her gaze turned to the sky in thought. "Where to even start," she quietly mused. "The world itself is fairly big with several large continents on it." She began, "The continent I'm from, Tamnriel, is the largest out of them. Then there's Atmora which is locked in an eternal winter." She shivered slightly, remembering her one trip there. "Damn, you think Skyrim's cold . . . Akavir is very interesting place, one of these days I'll actually go there and spend some time traveling the various countries on it." The Bosmer quietly hummed in thought. "There used to be Aldermis and Yokuda, though both have been destroyed. No one remains that remembers the events and it was before the recorded history of the races that lived there."


He gaze turned back to him. "Now what about this world? What can you tell me?"