Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

[Roda the Red]

GREGORY GALLONS

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]

LOCATION:

CDPD HQ, Upper Central Disctrict

PARTICIPANTS:

Ashley, Boltius, Gregory, Gideon, Inigo, Roza, Tatsuya

TACTICAL MAYHEM

Coffee machine? Well, it was true that the detective treasured the device, that dark, roasted tonic was pivotal to the survival of the officers in the deadliest place in the entire city: The merciless and monotone halls CDPD, and the paperwork that working there entailed. That said, are all phoenixes so brutish that the concept of "mitigating collateral damage" flies over their head? That grenade was another contribution to the multiple threats that currently imposed the establishment.

That's right, multiple, he was able to hear it all; The gunshots, the screams, the explosions and everything in-between, even the thick ceiling did little to stop the roars of the chaos from above. This assault was as large-scale as Eric had feared, and could only hope that his allies could handle the invading ruffians. The detective, on his end, had to take care of this entertaining fellow, as time was now precious. He subtlely eyes around the room, taking interest in the butteflies that layed around the break room. Could they be part of the enemy? He had seen butterflies a few times before in the building, apparently due to a member from another district who visited from time to time, but these were clearly different in terms of color and shape, he had to be careful on how to approach from now on, without wasting any more time.

"Sorry, but I have no plans of leaving just yet"

He clapped his hands together, the light in each combining into a large, radiant orb which only increased in volume and luminescence as the seconds passed. Long a slender protuberances started to be born from the orb, moving wildly as erratic tentacles. He was prepairing one of the many moves he had developed over the years, one of his most exhausting moves to be precise, but its crowd control would allow him to face the mysterious butterflies, the phoenix and his projectiles, all at once.

But then, it happened. From above the two, the ceiling collapsed, tons of debris falling from the second floor and landing all over the break room, a combination of force, sound and dust quickly destroyed Eric's concentration, elimination any trace of his previous move. Reacting quickly, the detective jumped aside, casting a ball of light on his hand which he proceeded to crush, causing a light shockwave all around him which pushed most of the blinding dust away. And there he was, atop the pile of, the man that resembled a combination of a wrathful, wounded beast and a fair maiden, none other than Eric's partner: Inigo Han.

"Oh, hey Ini, seems like it's pretty hectic up there"

His relaxed face masked the combination of worry for the silver-haired man's injuries, and the attention he still had for the phoenix. He was, in fact, ready to attack once again, the place was already a mess, so caution was out the window.

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[Peckinou]

Noa Bakoria Aquanaut

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

joshuadim , Ryoma Stros

Follow the Lightning

Noa wasn't all that interested in the whole fighting ordeal at first, examining their nails, and figuring that Tyr would of been able to easily deal with the group, especially with their Tattoo activated, they became nearly untouchable when she had the Power Tattoo activated on him. Either way, she wasn't all too concerned about her bodyguard seeing that he was one of her bests guards/ assassins. That was until she noticed that the Tattoo she gave her bodyguard suddenly failed , losing it's glowing blue color, the confusion on Noas face was evident, their glare turned to their leader who seemed to be amused by the whole ordeal. Though Noa started thinking to herself, that perhaps she underestimated their opponents, after a bit of contemplation she burned a Tattoo of Power on to her left shoulder whining in pain as she had done so. Thinking that their leader was the one to drain the Power Tattoo she suspected, that if she was using a Tattoo he wouldn't be able to drain it, if she just kept replenishing it. But still she would have to wait a while before their Tattoo would be able to work, while her bodyguard had to work on buying time for them, or just straight up defeat their adversaries . Either way of those options would of been practical for them, and as Tyr and Ryoma began to fight together against their supposed adversaries, Noa kept back, waiting to see just how it would swing.

Tyr wasn't all too happy about their Tattoo being put out of commission, as it made this fight a whole lot more of a nuisance for them, but their main focus was on the leader of the group who they assumed was the one with the Potential that cancelled out their Tattoo. They weren't too sure about it but it didn't matter and although they did feel a bit sluggish from having their tattoos power drained from them, they were still very experienced when it came to combat, and was sure they could hold of the group well enough if needed. The scuffle between them and the group was a blur, but in the end it ended up with them being pushed back into the ground by a torrent of electricity, Tyr laid on the ground for a second with their eyes closed, before opening them and having their eyes land on Noa, who was looking on with surprise, annoyance and a bit of anger being clearly plastered on their face. Nonetheless Tyr was still fine, though a bit annoyed by the electric shock, and quickly jumped back to their feet in order to glare at their adversaries. It had been some time before someone actually was able to land a hit on him, but it only made him more resolved for a actual decent challenge, Tyr went on to take off their cloak and allow it to fall with a thud, indicating that it was padded and had a bit of weight to it. Their cloak was like their armor, now that they abandoned it, they were less durable, but should be able to move faster, Tyr no longer felt like playing the defensive, and seeing that they now knew about the twos potential well enough to be able to deal with them, Wind and Electricity a interesting combo.



Nonetheless Tyr waited for the man to send a torrent of wind in his direction, which Tyr ducked under effortlessly, with plenty of for warning from their potential, before the one with the long chains swung it towards them, Tyr dodged that as well, but they also made sure to grab the chain in order to stop it. They knew the the guy was likely going to send a torrent of electricity threw the chains in order to force them to release it, but before they could do that Tyr threw the chains towards their partner, and rushed over towards the pair, sword ready to cut one of them down if the opportunity presented itself. But if they weren't able to find a opening, they would use the wall to get over the pair and take on one of Ryomas opponents by surprise, having no doubt that his adversaries were more focused on Ryoma than him. Regardless Tyr understood that a team battle required a bit of teamwork, and was willing to use that in order to help his allies and take down their enemies.

 

[azenva]

Sophia Ingram

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SCENE:

Arc 3: Dragons Scene 1 [Securing The Future]

LOCATION:

East District, Tech Expo, Vasya's acting clinic —> place where the amogus

PARTICIPANTS:

Sophia, Jesper, Kasumi, Amari

Securing The Future

Ah.

The notification came with its seriousness-disrupting ring. Sophia snuck a peek at the source of the noise. The interrogations were unnecessary and her prediction was wrong. Unfortunate. At least she had gotten a firsthand lesson in the dramatics. She took the objects Vasya handed over, almost sheepishly. The butler was dumbfounded in the face of the suspect's sudden surge of emotions.

She swallowed, unsure of how to properly respond to...that. "Well. There has been a development. I will be going now." Her response was uncomfortable, full of pauses. Sophie turned to leave, before stopping and throwing one last awkward, "I'm sorry," as if out of obligation. She hurried away and off to the private room where this had all started.

...

Sophie made it to the meeting room last. With a brisk pace, she opened the door and entered, jug of caffeinated fuel still in tow. The taller woman took a seat and listened to everyone else speak their part. The new person's confident declaration, Kasumi's objection, Amari's turn to play the muscle. Her eyes darted between the others as the feeling shifted from triumph to tension. Sophia had nothing of value to contribute to the conversation. Amari did all the verbal intimidation necessary and Kasumi didn't have an obvious reason to lie. So she got out of her chair and stared down Jane, watching her movements. Waiting.

 

[joshuadim]

EMIEL

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi, Noa, Ryoma

FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING

As the Phoenixes retaliated, an all out chaotic brawl ensued; with Ryoma, his prowess as a hand-to-hand fighter showed as bobbed and weaved like a professional and delivered brutal retaliation towards his opponents. They were indeed caught off guard by the man's nimbleness when compared to his stature, and thus were vulnerable to him. An uppercut sent the bat wielding goon staggering back with whipped hair as he went to his knees and struggled to conquer his disorientation. The second was flung back by the sheer strength of Ryoma's punch, leading him to land flat on his back for a moment with an audible thud. For a moment, it seemed that the two had been taken out of commission which raised a glimmer of optimism. However, that was quickly shoved away to the side as the two stirred from Ryoma's attacks and got back up standing.

Emiel, who had been observing quietly for now let out a gasp of admiration towards Ryoma. "Aha, wow! Such moves! Boxer?" the Oranjese leader asked rhetorically before nodding towards his two men that were occupied with Ryoma. "GAAN!"

The two men looked at one another and gave a knowing nod as the one who had been wielding the bat previously took up a stance and groaned. For a moment, his pitch grew louder until, all at once, the muscles of his body rippled in spasms. He yelled out in pain before straightening and raising his fists to prepare for another attack on the Phoenix. Both men charged at Ryoma simultaneously, throwing their fists. Once again, Ryoma was able to dodge both before retailiating with a counterhook against the bat-man. His strike rang true, as his fist collided with the man's face at full force, but he didn't flinch. In fact, it seemed that the hit didn't register much as the man gritted his teeth, blood visibly pooling in his mouth, and remained in place. The bat-man took the sudden change in situation to his advantage as he delivered a solid punch to Ryoma's chest, sending him staggering a foot and straight into his counterpart.

Knowing what was ahead, Ryoma was just able to bring his guard up as the man's fist collided with his elbows and wrists. Once again, the power of the punch double then triple in burst which sent Ryoma flying into the wall with a crash. Cracks formed against the concrete and mortar from where he had impacted and the two Oranjese thugs recollected themselves, visibly winded from the effort they had to put in. Endurance clearly was not their forte.

With Tyr, he retaliated using his sense of danger to great effect as the attacks that following after he got back up again were dodged and was, in fact, able to use the chain against them as he redirected it towards the man's ally. Panicked by the new trajectory, the wind throwing man quickly leapt back out of the way to avoid its arc but found himself open to Tyr as he charge with blade in hand. In a panick, the goon managed to bring up an air pocket just in front of his gut where Tyr had aimed his sword at. Although the blade sank into the bubble harmlessly the momentum remained as the force launched the goon into the air and sent him crashing against the wall nearby as he let out an audible cry of pain.

The bodyguard couldn't rest easy however as his potentiality kicked in again, causing him to turn to meet the chain-wielding man as he swung rapidly and wildly. A flurry of attacks, although easily predictable, kept Tyr occupied as he dodged and weaved to avoid the chain and its arcing electricity to the best of his ability. "OPSTAAN!" he yelled as he continued, until Tyr found another opening and dashed forward. He prepared to slice until he suddenly felt another pang from his power warning him of an impending attack from behind. Nonetheless, Tyr arced his blade which led to a slash and spurt of blood from the chain-wielders side as he staggered back and fell to the ground to clutch at his new wound. The bodyguard then shifted focus and turned around again to be greeted with a large flurry of pressurized needles flung his way.

Using his blade, Tyr would be able to parry some with his blade in a flurry of strikes but some would get past his defenses. A few of the projectiles stabbed into his right shoulder, left leg, and one even managed to hit his cheek with a sharp graze. As quickly as they jabbed into him and pierced his body, they quickly dissipated to leave the wounds open and start to bleed. The chain wielding goon scrambled away as quickly he could back to relative safety by his comrade's side, but remained prone on the ground as he gripped at his wound, yelling in pain and cursing in his native tongue. It was obvious that the man was taken out of commission most likely, given how bad the wound was.

Emiel seemed unbothered by this as he laughed aloud in amusement. "Wow, this city really has some good fighters!" he remarked with amusement. However, this comment brought out a disapproving *tsk* from the man in the hoodie standing behind him, who was also observing the fight. "Kom op, wat is er mis met wat plezier?" Emiel asked, but was met with silence which brought out an annoyed groan from the leader as he returned attention back to watching the fight.

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[azenva]

Kazue Kaneko

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 3, Scene 3 [Ripples of Stardust]

LOCATION:

Zhànzhēng Resort, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hifumi, Hiram, Kazue, Ottilie

Ripples of Stardust

Yeah, that's pretty much what I expected.

Kazue heard the man's retort to Ottilie's threat. Sure enough, he wasn't going to break at something like that. Trying to use a fork on ice cream would yield a better result. But the former had her little impromptu speech all ready now. She looked up from the ground, took her sunglasses off, and turned back to their captive, ready to start her own interrogation—oh. Ok. He was under the block again.

Knocked off the course she had been planning to take, Kazue stumbled a bit. She used her sleeve to polish her glasses, as though that had been her intent. "Uh. Alright. I guess we can get the actual interrogators later." She mumbled a bit under her breath as she put her sunglasses back on, so quiet not even she heard herself. "So. I guess we're leaving, then?" The kids were once again ready to do some techy stuff that Kazue had no expertise in.

And then the backup arrived. Like shining cavalry knights, only the shine was from a garish amount of makeup and jewelry. Kazue turned to regard the new arrival. Another kid for her to watch who was also again way taller than her. Was this her real job here?

"Hello, person."

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

NPC Post - Miles 'The Middler' Middleton

SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 1 [PASSERI PARK'S ULTRA PASSIONATE MELODY ONSLAUGHT]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Jackson

PASSERI PARK'S ULTRA PASSIONATE MELODY ONSLAUGHT

Lights and cameras, swinging on their axes like rapt onlookers line the hall. The sound of quick, reckless footsteps rattled throughout the hallway as Milo, his plunders nestled neatly within his pocket, fled the scene of his so-called crime. Somewhere far above, Miles smirked, watching the white-haired man's performance keenly.

"Showtime." He said to nobody but himself, and then flicked one switch among a forest of lookalikes that surrounded him.

"Hey hey hey, everybodyyy!!!" Miles's voice, so familiar a thing now, spilt out. The hall in which Milo was running, as well as the gauntlet that Gav and his nerve-wrack companion was facing. "It looks like some of you campers aren't doing the hottest! Not that I blame you, my Lair is the greatest of the challenges that lay within this twisted domain!" A thick, unbearable smugness clung to his words. More than a few of the less notable, less-than-nameless contestants groaned as he went on. They didn't have a clue how he managed to have so much to say. He never seemed to run out of provocations to spout.

"But! Worry not, my dear victims—!" Milo took another step forward, and then the hallway fell apart around him. Behind him lay the hall's true mouth, and about him now was a forest of his weary fellow contestants. "Behold! One Milo Nagisa, local artist and heinous criminal!" About the gauntlet, the television screens that usual were reserved for Miles's jeering visage switched to a static, voyeuristic camera angle. It captured two figures: Milo, a woman, and more specifically him mugging her with the best right hook he'd ever thrown.

Or at least that was what the editors had made it out to be, the context of their brawl stripped away by camera cuts and muted audio.

"How terrible, am I right?" The other contestants stirred a bit, but were otherwise not particularly bothered. "So, upon him, I lay a bounty! Within his grasp lays a key... A replica of nothing other than the very thing you are toiling so dearly to assemble!" Now they started to shift. Eyes lit up, voices started to chatter, and to make matters worse, the television screens changed again, switching to a livestream of the white-haired man. "Whoever plunders his ill-gotten gains will earn an audience with none other than myself! But let's be fair! Give him thirty seconds to run, to hide, to flee the righteous hand of the law, and then be upon him!"

The televisions shifted for the last time, displaying their usual shot of Miles's leering grin, with a countdown timer now laid over his image.

"So, what are you waiting for, Mister Nagisa! You'd better get moving, the clock is ticking!"

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[Caffeine_Obsessed]

HIDE ISHIDA

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]

LOCATION:

Vantaggio Tower, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Alicia, Charles, Dante, Hector, Hide, Mizuya, Raquel, Zachariah

WHOLE WORLD BLIND

Hide hummed. A room? They had rooms in a Casino? What in the hell? Maybe this was a hotel too... Not like it mattered. There was blood to be smeared here either way. He blinked at the weight against his shoulder, holding back a scowl. Raquel and her fucking touches. If he could, he would chop her hands and feed them to the fucking dogs without hesitation. But he couldn't. Unfortunately.

Hide raised an unamused brow. A drink? Now? Really? They were in the middle of a mission for god's sake. He grunted in response, not deeming it worth his aggravation. The scarred man winced at the sharp pain digging into his palm. His scandalized eyes shot to Raquel. He tugged his arm, mouthing 'what the hell?!' Was she- trying to say something? Whatever it was- Hide couldn't make it out for the life of him. He was too distracted by the nail digging into his palm thank you very much. He huffed. Whatever. If something was going down- it was going down, he'd just have to deal with it.

He grumbled in agreement. She did have a good point. Why was this man paying special attention to them? Especially after how Hide was earlier. His body stiffened at a realization. Shit. Maybe he was holding them somewhere until the cops came! Shitshitshit. They had to do something quick before they gave this man that opportunity. He tugged his arm against Raquel, an alarmed expression on his face as they reached the elevator.

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[Caffeine_Obsessed]

NIKOLAI NOVAK

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunks in the City]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Celestine, Jozef, Nikolai, Tri, Markus

HUNKS IN THE CITY

King's secret? What in the hell... well. He supposed it was none of his business anyway- even if he wanted it to be- he wasn't a king. Nikolai nearly spit out his drink if he were drinking anything at Tri's next words. They were WHAT?! He kept his wide eyes in front of him, arms stiff as a board by his side. He grimaced. Nikolai wasn't sure he wanted to hear about the old men's sex lives... Especially Tri's. Turns out- Tri didn't give them the option.

His eyes snapped to the street. What in the hell? Who the fuck was driving while drunk at this time of day? Fucking imbeciles. The white haired man turned his attention to Tri. "Ape-shit"? What the hell did that mean... Surely Tri didn't mean they were going to shit on the- oh right. He just meant being a disturbance... Niko sighed in relief. That was a lot better than whatever the hell he was thinking. Hmm... well. It did sound like fun... but what about that deal? Was he seriously willing to lose that? Though, if he did cause mass hysteria- they wouldn't necessarily be the ones fighting would they? Nikolai smiled. This sounded a lot more fun than playing the jovial fellow like they were these past few days. Though from the look at the street, it seemed these people were already in some sort of hysteria.

Nikolai crossed his arms, an annoyed "Tch." Leaving his clenched teeth. These two were going to ruin all the fun. What a bunch of pansies. He could feel his irritation quickly morphing into rage. Before he could stop himself and properly think, he snapped, "Why the fuck are you two still in the Serpent's if this is how you weaklings are going to act huh?! If you were such fucking babies you shouldn't have joined in the first place!" His voice rose, his temper boiling over and lashing out. With a quick breath, he huffed, crossing his arms and turning his back on them. He mumbled, "This is why you can't rely on fucking gutless runts."

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[Roda the Red]

CAMILA GASPARI

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Camila, Ryutaro, Maria, Jennifer, Sylvie, Samira

THE HEIST

Cars, doors, safes(provided they don't also rely on passwords), it mattered not the kind, no lock was impervious to Camila's deft, diligently trained hands. She made short work of many lockers in only a handful of minutes, indiscriminately taking anything that seemed remotely of monetary value in each of them. She eyed at the others, also working their way to the riches within the vault.

"Right behind you" Said a satisfied Camila towards her boss as she hung her fairly full bag over her shoulder, wary of Cal's warning from the other side.

All remaining hope for a smooth success vanished instantly, as a vagrant blade swiftly ended the life of the van's driver. She and the other tigers quickly opened fire at the source, their bullets fruitlessly phasing through the masked individual. And to make matters worse, Jennifer was now held at knifepoint, things went south incredibly quickly, part of Camila's instinct screamed to go ahead of the rest and run away on her own, something she wasn't a stranger to do. But she didn't get that luxury today, firstly, if she were to suddenly abandon the Queen in a crucial moment, not only was she saying goodbye to any chance of climbing the ladder, but also risked her own neck, he would most certainly hunt her down for the insurbordination. But also, all her hard work showing Sylvie the ropes could potentially become wasted, and she wasn't about to let that happen. Going against her impulses, she decided to be "brave" for once.

She glared at Sylvie as he spoke, however, saying something bold yet extremely amateurish, all he was going to accomplish with that was having Jennifer's sliced carotid paint the floor red. They needed to choose their words wisely, ride the conversation and turn it for their favor. She needed to fix it somehow.

"Alright, fellows, no need to be violent, you're outnumbered, and we're willing to part with some of the haul if you save us the headaches"

She opened the zipper of her bag, her hand reaching for the thickest wad she managed to get previously, dropping it on the floor next to the duo's feet

"That's just but a taste of what we offer...So what do you say?"

If it worked, worst case scenario was them losing a fraction of their earnings, but ideally, the pair would turn into lifeless bodies the moment they lowered their guard.

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[Coyote Hart]

Peyton Xiong

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]

LOCATION:

Mysterious Black Site, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

August, Damian, Julian, Kinz, Kisara, Kyoden, Peyton, Raph, Sabrina, Shinko

THICKER THAN WATER

So this ephermal looking guy did know Raph. That, at the very least, showed that they were on the right track. Peyton's heart rate quickened, which echoed the excitement that Kisara displayed when she grabbed onto Julian's shoulders. He couldn't wait to see the snarky slaughter-hungry hemomancer. He wanted to hear his mean words again and feel the threats that radiated off of him. But there was also a bit of fear in Peyton's heart-- Raph would immediately recognize Peyton, and then what? His identity would be revealed to the more terrifying members of this rescue operation like Caio. Would he have to fight his way out after that?

"You don't recognize me? Boo~" Peyton blew a small raspberry to signal his dissatisfaction. He was sure that he properly used the snow-haired man's name, and therefore it meant that Peyton knew him from somewhere.

He turned his attention to Kisara and the ephemeral-looking man's confrontation. Peyton didn't show any outward signs of being disturbed by the exchange, and his pure, happy expression remained static on his face. Kisara was going to be Kisara after all; the rage was expected, especially since Kisara seemed injured. And the newcomer, well... despite really liking him, Peyton didn't care what happened to him. It wasn't a dismissive action on Peyton's part. He simply didn't have the emotional capacity to care. But he did have a few choice words to respond to Julian with.

"Don't erase his greatest quality!" Peyton said in response to Julian's assertion that Raph wasn't a nasty person, "His nastiness is the best!"

It made sense though. The only four types of people who could bear being next to Raph were those who were ignorant of his nastiness, could tame it, weren't affected by it, or enjoyed it like Peyton. Sometimes Peyton had felt like he could melt under Raphael's bullying and harsh words. Perhaps Julian simply saw past the mean words and bullying, just like how he was able to tune out Kisara's threat.

"What do you think about this new guy, August?" Peyton sidled up to August's side to ask for his opinion. The teal-clad Serpent had been calm and quiet all this time, and Peyton wanted to know what was going on in August's mind. Then, before August could answer, Peyton frowned. Something felt wrong. Did he just say the Serpent's name again? August? August. August. August August... where had he heard that name from?

Then it clicked. August! He was one of Peyton's classmates during high school and his partner in a disastrous science project. Looking over at the snow-white hair, the tan skin, the blue eyes, and the expensive outfit, Peyton wondered how he didn't make the connection. Without thinking, he suddenly blurted out with excited, shining eyes, "Oh wait! I had a crush on you in high school! I remember now!"

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[Saturn_moon]

Mirage

SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]

LOCATION:

???

PARTICIPANTS:

Elias, Ezra, Isobel, Kenji, Passeri, Wren

Where Giants Sleep

Cracks burst out from the point where Kenji's boot met glass, as Mirage's fragmented reflection stares down with surprise. For a moment, it seems like the glass might hold before it crumbles like ash. Mirage had the air knocked out of him before he even hit the ground and with the impact, his mask went skidding across stone. Like his mirrors, masked identities while powerful when used in the right way, were still such fragile things.

He feels the warm trickle of blood along his temple and brings a hand to the wound. With deft fingers, he extracts a mirror shard and almost studies in his hand. Hurt by his own potential. Ironic, considering what he just did to Wren. "Touche." He mutters as he gets back up onto his feet. "But it's not over yet." Throwing up a random array of mirrors all across the room, Mirage fades away once more.

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[Vahn]

Schroeder Wildschwein

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunting Filth]

LOCATION:

Serpent Chemical Warehouse, North District

TIME:

Silva, Laura, Ruriko, Schroeder, Jiak, Mimi, Rebecca

Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunting Filth]

Schroeder Wildschwein saw the desturction and the multiple damages to the warehouse including the items that caught fire with the Dragon Breath magnesium pellets and shards as he realized a horrible truth. It was raining and he remembered how Omar Ayad or better known as The Librarian warned Schroeder Wildschwein what will happen when the Dragon Breath catches anything on fire and water is added. That memory of bright light and horrible explosions was one that Schroeder Wildschwein didn't want to remember as he doesn't have his google with him at the moment.

Schroeder Wildschwein turned his attention to the citizens band radio on this van and grabbed it while in his mind forcefully added a connection to the loud speakers as the anger static screeching would be replaced with Schroeder Wildschwein voice as soon as he pressed the side button to speak. " Argh phooey.... sorry got something stuck in my throat! Followed by more ear wrenching static screeching as Schroeder Wildschwein continues. " Portal, Pixel ah I mean Floater. I got Tetra and she needs a patch up. Time to blow this joint unless you want to get caught in the massive explosions. Librarian said those shots I fired is worse than thermite, the whole warehouse will burn all the way to the basement if the fools even bother to have a death trap like that. I'm blowing out of this popsicle stand before it makes a nuclear mushroom....Oh yeah I forgot to say this part, ahem ahem a freak told me to warn you snakes ahem ahem Fear the light of the Will-o'-Wisp for it will bring a creature not of this world. That is your public advisory warning which was paid from and ordered by the Albino Tigers. Hope you enjoy the Meat Wagon yah fried snakes.

Schroeder Wildschwein would release the button as he returned his attention to controlling his Giant Robot Van and just like the now crumbled Golem, he would do the same with the undead workers who were attempting to get to his Giant Robot Van which was to disengage the enemy. However Schroeder Wildschwein readjusted the exhaust pipes to the lower legs just so that he could literally blow smoke in their faces. It literally just accelerated his escape and he ignored what the undead were about to attempt. Well to be precise Schroeder Wildschwein was running away as fast as possible from what will be the worse explosion ever as everyone forgot the mighty fist that was burning with Magnesium pellets and releasing toxic and irritating fumes which was in the forest that was in flames plus it was raining. It only took one drop of rain water to touch the magnesium fire for it to cause a rapid chemical reaction to release a lot of hydrogen gas and with it being near a burning flame, well the hyper violent reaction caused an explosion which releases ultraviolet light which explained earlier as a sparkle of bright white fireflies. Setting of a very violent daisy chain as Magnesium pellets flew around hitting the burning trees and causing some to collapse to others or fall flat to the surface as the fire then caught on the grassy and mossy ground creating new sources for the explosions to daisy chain and detonate basically destroying what ever it catches on.

Unfortunate for the magnesium fires inside the Sable Serpents warehouse as it only takes a drop of water for the effect to happen inside as well and some of the burning pellets are on the windows....Everyone can see what about to happen right? Boom a new sparkle of bright white fireflies fly into the warehouse setting fire to anything it touches and if it were lucky enough to hit the other fire who were lucky to get inside a new set of trouble is about to happen and here is to hoping that it does not touch any more water or anything made of water for that would be disastrous.

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[Vahn]

Omar Ayad

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SCENE:

Azure Dragons Arc 3: Scene 3 [Ripples of Stardust]

LOCATION:

Zhànzhēng Resort, East District

TIME:

Hiram, Kazue, Kairong, Omar, Ottilie

Azure Dragons Arc 3: Scene 3 [Ripples of Stardust]

Omar Ayad conversation with Ervin Patrick would be interrupted by two masked players though their clothing style and blank masks were not up to the standards of Omar Ayad. Even the way they tried talking in sync left a somewhat bitter taste in Omar Ayad. Omar Ayad would attempt to make a response only to hear Ervin Patrick response about mentioning of Omar Ayad bending his knee to some one that should have angered Omar Ayad normally that should have angered anyone. The only problem with that is the fact that this is Omar Ayad, a man who has many masters, a man who has even worked for the people, a man who worked for both the rich and the poor, a man who has worked against the people, a man who was hunted by a masked maniac, a man who was beaten up and forced to pay protection money, a man who hired out of town contractors to remove the people behind the protection racket, a man who funded and facilitated a waste disposal site, a man who organized a conglomerate and a man who hides turtles.

Omar Ayad response to the three who were present felt odd. Omar Ayad voice made those who were listening to it feel like it was very cold. His tone and even his face showed no emotions. "To the masked people unless this assembly has Mister Sieh, his heir or someone that has majority control of Zhànzhēng Resort then we can do business otherwise you need something better to entice my employers."

Omar Ayad would look around a bit before remembering his briefcase as a thought flashed before his mind before closing his eyes a bit and returning his attention to Ervin Patrick as Omar Ayad would speak up. "You mentioned about the intentions of my employers which while odd seem to indicate you might know who my employers are." Omar Ayad would make another quick glance at his brief case before tapping twice on his breast pocket which hid the cell phone which unbeknownst to those present sent another photo this time the two masked people to a cell phone. A motion and glance that Omar Ayad wishes the three present did not notice as Omar Ayad continues. "You assume to know who my employers might be." Omar Ayad made a quick pause as he assumes maybe Ervin Patrick might have an idea but then again even the police has yet to connect the dots as Omar Ayad continues speaking as he already checked that there weren't any visible security cameras in sight or recording devices or bugs that would have alerted his secondary device. "But I wonder which ones you mean.. The ones who locked me in contracts, the ones who sealed me with extortion or black mail or the one who returns every time he is killed? " Omar Ayad would once more lift the hand with the key and his cane before pointing out the obvious. " Now which one of you would kindly help me find the door which this key unlocks? "

Meanwhile as the protest gets louder, the sound of a speeding incoming motorcycle was getting closer and closer. The people in the van would get another text but this was different from the texts from Omar Ayad for one simple reason the one texting them was using the symbol of a pumpkin. The text simply read "Bane to Justice and Thorn to Crime" The driver would hurriedly place his black ski mask over his head while the others are confused at his actions as the driver was first to put on his mask he would stare in disbelief that the others were not following suit when it hit him, he forgot to read the text out loud so he decided to do so now. "Bane to Justice and Thorn to Crime!!! " His allies eyes will be tense and open, some of their eyes widen and one of them is quickly patting his pants pocket to remember where did he put his mask. The Driver repeating the sentence again. "Bane to Justice and Thorn to Crime!!! The Pumpkin is coming! Make yourselves presentable!!!" Some of the members have already began to place their masks on as the one who is struggling to find his mask only to find it on the floor of the van onto of the sweet pink shag carpet as the masks seems to be mocking him of what is going on. The man struggles to put his mask on with his mask halfway on...He felt as if he got hit by a tidal wave...His surroundings is different like he is no longer in the van but in a dessert. The feeling of sand underneath his boots...He could hear the sounds of distant gun fire and explosions...The screams of his brother in arms, the sound of bullets flying close to him and one managing to graze his cheek as he reached out with his right hand and felt the blood from this very gunshot wound as he see the blood on his gloves no no no no not again not again that bloody grenade slowly rolling to front of his boot, the pin is gone and its resting right in front of the tip of his boot... Please No Please No Not this place.. Not this place. Suddenly a loud and hard slap hit his cheek as if to wake up from his nightmare, he returns to the van where his comrades are together. The person next to him had slapped him as he touched his own face to feel the fresh gunshot graze as the other person speaks up. "The boss is coming. You started bleeding so I slapped you to break you out of his control. Are you okay man? The man would finally put his mask on and simply nods as the man beside him say out loud. "You may want to consider staying away from the boss until you get used to it. It gets worse the closer you are to him. The driver seems to gripping the steering wheel very tightly while waiting for the dreaded text to come in but it never comes. A second more violet tidal wave of fear seems to be hitting against everyone and anyone around the Zhànzhēng Resort without any discrimination and with a lack of any empathy to who it might affect like something dreadfully evil is slowly approaching the area. Anyone who has sixth sense of danger will have that very sense overloaded and heighten to the highest degree as if something is coming. Deep in your own bones, you know it is coming for you but how it is going to attack is making you worried. Every noise in this place sounds extremely loud, you could hear a pin drop and still hear this concert of voices, melodies and even music going on but then you hear it a sudden loud foot stomp and every fiber of being is screaming at you that it is here. To those brave enough to turn around, a bouquet of rotten cabbages, rotten cucumbers and even a hint of rotten corn assaults your very noise however the sound of fingers nails dragging themselves across the walls draws your attention to its direction. As a cold wind blows at the back of your neck as the hairs on the back of neck start to straighten up like danger is close. To those who are brave enough to face this danger, the light starts to flicker, your vision starts to get blurred, wet cold red liquid starts to rain on you, the sounds of soft, muffled crackling can be heard and suddenly a faint blue light glows in the distance as if it is beckoning you to come closer. At that moment the driver receives a new text as he hand starts to shake as he reads the text to his comrades. "Known to Death and Feared by Life. The Pumpkin is coming soon."

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Kanna Katsura - Azure Dragons - Jack [CS LINK]
Scene - Arc 3, Scene 2 | The Dragon and the Phoenix
Location - Eastern Edge of Central District, overlooking the SEC Bridge
Mentions/Interactions - Helva, Hou, Isaiah, Maho, Meirin, Ra, Rin, Shen, Vulken, Yong-Yut

With the darkness gone, Kanna could fully asses the battlefield. She could see that some Dragons didn't make it out. either unconscious or worse. But Kanna couldn't concern herself with them yet, as her eyes focused on her opponent, who was still in the middle of being restrained by Vulken. True to Isaiah's word, the Kings were gone from the area. Kanna could only hope that whoever he was with, they could figure out what was really going on and bring an end to this madness.

The Dragon Jack looked back down the battlefield, in-time to see a flaming spear sail over her head and past her. She quickly turned in time to see it catch Hou in the shoulder. Ra was quick to react, shielding him from any further attacks. Kanna looked back towards Helva, who had broken free from Vulken's grasp. Behind them, Kanna could see some of the Phoenixes beginning to run off in the direction towards Central, having also realized their leader was gone.

Behind her, Kanna could hear Hou give a similar order for the Dragons to chase after them. She had an immediate urge to order them to continue the retreat. But a small part of her argued against that, realizing that if things were to escalate even further than they have already... she wouldn't be able to handle it on her own, let alone the few that were with Isaiah.

Instead, Kanna looked back and gestured with her hand, waving to the side.

"Not through here! Go around, get to Central as quick as you can!"

There were plenty of back-alleys and side streets the Dragons could use to bypass the original battlefield. Kanna didnt want them to be slowed down by Helva. As the Jack return her attention to her opponent, she was just in time to see them begin their attack. It was the same charge with a spear, but there was a second person with Helva, armed with a stake. The same move Kanna used to avoid Helva's first attack wasn't going to work. While disarming and subduing her opponent would be ideal, Kanna could tell Helva was out for blood and if push comes to shove, the Jack would have to do the same.

Once Helva was close enough, Kanna would step to the side, grabbing onto the shaft of the spear. Instantly, Helva would feel a sense of weightlessness as Kanna began lifting the spear up, raising the attacking Phoenix into the air. At the same time, Kanna reduced her own gravity, the momentum of Helva's charge carrying both of them into the air, the two girls spinning around one another. Kanna did her best to keep Helva between her and the other Phoenix that semeed to be backing her up while maintaining her grip on the spear.

As the two continued rising into the air, Kanna brought her foot up and kicked downward at Helva, trying to break the spear from her grasp. Whether Helva was kicked off, or Kanna was somehow pushed back, it would only lead to Helva's demise as her gravity would return to normal and they'd begin falling back to the ground.

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

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COLLAB: SILVA, RURIKO, OLIVINE

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunting Filth]

LOCATION:

Lab Icarus, North District — Hallway

PARTICIPANTS:

Silva, Laura, Ruriko, Schroeder, Jiak (NPC)

Filth in the Gutter

He’d hoped to swipe the massive man off his feet in that epic sliding maneuver, but it seemed there were some miscalculations.

No matter. Silva was a simple man. He carried through, ripping his saber-claws from Olivine’s leg, and executed a swift kick-up, whirled around to see Ruriko being flung toward whence he’d come, then felt the biting zap of electricity as Olivine’s fist nearly buried itself into his face.

No, Olivine didn’t miss, but Silva moved before taking the full brunt of impact, reeling only briefly before closing back in. If he could position the tower of a man just right… then maybe… things would finally go his way.

Time didn’t exactly stop for either of them. If Olivine had to guess there were approximately two minutes left before the sprinklers went off. At the time it was only a matter of time before Matchsticks lit the entire lab on fire like he usually does.

Rubbing his chin, the doppelganger glanced at the Dragon. “Please, do me a favor and die quickly.” Expressing his malcontent in a monotone voice; Olivine kicked up the pace. If Silva was going to meet him head on, then he would use the same method as well.

“Hah-hah! I will ask de same of you!”

Fists buzzed with electricity and Olivine stood his ground. He had the advantage over the Dragon after all. From what he knew, the female Dragon right behind him was incredibly important. More the reason to attack.

Once Silva was about to be in his range, Olivine lunged forward. Thrusting his fist out, it crackled with electricity but that wasn’t all. Small jolts discharged from his body. It was a coat of electricity that enveloped him.

But Silva went up, not forgetting the pixels that coated his feet. He flipped over Olivine’s large stature, landing behind, and spun to a kneel with an elbow hard to Olivine’s knee-joint. Fingers like jagged glass of electricity ripped through his arm before he quickly broke off and created distance again, playing the cautious game, which wasn’t his favorite.

His arm tingled with the after-effect of the shock; shoulders throbbed with pain from the number Yuto’s claws had done, and he was fighting half-blind without his goggle lens intact. The glass in his eye was just a cherry on top~

Behind his mask, Silva’s sharp-toothed grin had yet to falter in spite of circumstance.

The pixels enveloping his feet came loose and reached his hands in ribbons, wrapping themselves around the hilts of his saber-claws. And Silva let them go, the blades, where they remained fixed in the air.

A twitch of the finger here; the saber-claws whizzed forth. A twitch of the finger there; they spun and weaved around Olivine, striking wherever Silva saw an opening as he carefully shuffled backwards.

Ruriko watched the conflict between them in a daze. By this point, she’d entirely forgotten where she was and why she was here, but she could stand, and she did. Unsteady; she stumbled and caught herself on the wall, her hold weak on her katana. Meanwhile, Schroeder’s disembodied voice screeched overhead and throughout the building with a warning that it was time to dip.

Silva’s kick wasn’t enough to make Olivine stumble, but it did deter him from making another move immediately. A twist and a swing from his arm missed Silva. By the time he turned around, the quick Silva was already launching another attack.

Immediately at the sight of two razor, saber-claws flying right at him, Olivine raised his arms to defend himself. Multiple cuts rapidly appeared on his body as Olivine tried to block the attack.

The damage sustained was accumulating. Rebecca wouldn’t make it time through the pipes. Olivine noticed movement from behind Silva.

The woman was moving.

Thinking fast; Olivine kneeled to the ground. Minimizing the weak points on his body; the places where the claws would fly next narrowed down until-

Blades of light jutted forward from his body and caught them mid air. Curling around the claws, they shackled them in place. The blades of light were similar to Silva’s pixel’s but looked a lot more solid and rigid.

In one movement, Olivine swung his arms forward. The blades came off and flew forward.

Not towards Silva, however.

To Ruriko.

“HAH! YOU PLAY DIRTY, SEÑOR!” Silva growled through the sharp-toothed crescent stamped to his face. And he turned without hesitation to guard Ruriko from the attack, leaping. In that same instant, as his foot left the ground, the wall of pixels that had been blocking Rebecca dispersed and flooded forth like a wave—like water rushing around them—and solidified into yet another wall between them and the oncoming blades of light, acting as a shield.

“Er, I don’t suppose you can portal us out, heh-heh?” he asked Ruriko, who looked at him with the eyes of a stranger. Then a speedy follow-up of, “I will take that as no.” And he hoisted Ruriko upon his shoulder as a small portion of pixels separated from the defending shield. It shaped into a sizable surfboard that whizzed through the air, finding Silva’s feet. All of this in the span of a few seconds.

In one flex of his mind, the pixel-board below lifted him and Ruriko off the ground, taking them high, and Silva easily spotted Schroeder’s mecha nearby.

In the next moment, Silva disappeared after guarding the projectiles created by himself. All Olivine could see now was a broken lab and Rebecca, who was made out of her liquid form.

ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! CHAIN REACTION EXPLOSION INCOMING

Those words came into his head blaring into it like a police siren. A police siren. Immediately, a smile graced on his lips as Olivine sat down on the floor. “You should get going, Rebecca, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it out of this one.” The woman made out of water stood there for a moment as if paying respects.

Olivine found it stupid. What would a corpse like him, her, and everyone else that worked at this lab know of respect? The only reason he was allowed to think for himself was that his role was finally over. “Now, shoo. As much as I like our group’s petty arguments, it’s time for you to go.”

With that the form that Rebecca maintained collapsed into a puddle. Olivine sighed as he leaned back against the wall. His death was long overdue after all.

Prior to his first death and employment at Lab Icarus, Olivine was a cop. To be more specific, he was an undercover cop. His job was to go into the North District and supply as much information as he could. Thanks to his ability, ‘Man in the Mirror,’ he could easily steal the identity of a Serpent and integrate himself into the gang easily.

It should have been an inside job but-

“The Professor wants you dead. So please do me a favor and die quickly.”
Sang-Cheol was there. Back then, Sang-Cheol was pathetically weak as a fighter. He couldn’t react in time to punches, he was incredibly considerate for a Serpent, and he was very naive. If there was two things, Olivine could give credit was that the kid was tenacious and fucking persistent.

The shapeshifter had stabbed the scientist with over thirty knives and he still remained stabbing.

At that point, it was Olivine’s loss. Olivine had succumbed to the flames that Sang-Cheol lit aflame. A sweet happiness and nostalgia of seeing his family again.

Everything turned black.

Everything turned white.

“Hey, Sang-Cheol, my man! Are you sure about this?”

At that point everything was a blur, yet so vividly clear. He was an entirely new person, with a new personality, and an intense inclination to take care of Sang-Cheol. Despite everything Olivine had been through, he didn’t hate the Head of Lab Icarus.

Olivine pitied him.

Other than Hubert, everyone else was dead inside that lab. There was no way that Sang-Cheol didn’t know. Hubert described it best to him at one point.

Sang-Cheol was playing house. The house being the lab and the workers his dolls.

To Sang-Cheol, being dead or alive didn’t matter to him. If the person acted like a human, looks like one, and talks like one, then that person was human.

That person was alive.

“Damn, I wish I had a cig.” Olivine sighed and laughed. As the explosion blew up the walls he was behind, Olivine wondered how things were going at central. Hopefully, they didn’t mess anything up too bad.

(Interacting w/ Ruriko, Rebecca, Olivine)
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[Lucem]

COLLAB: ASHLEY, BOLTIUS, DYNE

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]

LOCATION:

CDPD-HQ, Upper Central District — 2nd Floor

PARTICIPANTS:

Ashley, Bandy, Boltius, Callista, Dyne, Eric, Gideon, Inigo, Tatsuya

TACTICAL MAYHEM

Ashley had won his battle, but the war was far from over. He could still hear the sounds of conflict, all the bullets flying and fire roaring. A single voice rose above it all, reaching his ears just as he knelt down to grab Roza.

“R- RIOT!”

Hearing the strained call, he turned and was immediately met with the sight of Boltius kneeling, the Ace's body swallowed by a raging inferno. Ashley had never seen his friend like that, expression forcibly morphed by pain as foam leaked from his clenched teeth. But that wasn't nearly as concerning as the overwhelming heat.

Even from where he stood, Ashley could feel the effects of Bolt's Potential. Sweat dripped from his forehead and down his arms, and it felt like he had been sitting in a sauna for hours. If it was this bad for him, it must've been much worse for the one turning up the temperature. He knew Bolt could handle his heat, but this was out of control. It looked like he was suffocating, drowning in his own flames.

Before he could rush in to answer Bolt's call for help, Ash was distracted by the sound of an overhead explosion. He quickly turned to find the source, but all he saw was a firing squad taking aim. Shit!

With no time to think, he acted on instinct to protect himself and the unconscious Phoenix at his side. Still kneeling, he forced his fingers into the ground below, feeling the familiar sensation of the hard material breaking at his touch. When it felt like he had a decent grip, he tightened it and lifted with his legs. He raised the large chunk, using it as a shield against the volley of incoming bullets.

He felt the impact through his palms as heated metal smacked against the hard surface. When it felt like there would be no more, he craned his neck to look around the slab. He saw where the projectiles left their mark, but there was something else there. Two rods stuck to his barrier, leaving him confused. He had no idea what these things were, but it was pretty obvious that getting hit by them wouldn't be good. Is that what happened to Bolt?

Not wanting to let the chance at retaliation pass him by, Ashley tightened his grip on the makeshift shield once again. With unnatural strength, he lifted it with ease before hurling it at the group of officers. With the armor they were wearing, something like that wouldn't kill them, but it could definitely knock them out cold. If nothing else, he hoped it would break the weird-looking gun that probably shot those rods. Out of everything, that weapon was what worried him the most.

As soon as the piece of flooring flew from his fingers, he grabbed Roza and booked it in the opposite direction. Right now, his number one priority was helping Bolt, but that wasn't going to be easy. If it was just himself he had to worry about, he wouldn't have hesitated to run in, but he had someone else with him. Roza would just end up getting cooked if she got that close to the source of the heat. He couldn't just leave her somewhere either. It was too dangerous for her to be alone.

As he struggled to come up with a solution, he saw a familiar figure heading the same way, distancing herself from the fight. At that moment, his eyes locked onto her. He ran towards the soaked woman with great speed, skidding to a stop once he reached her side. "Hey, hold up!"

An invincible force prevented Ashley from getting too close. Honestly, he was hesitant to trust her. She wasn't a Phoenix, but Bolt seemed to know her, and she clearly wasn't with the cops. He didn't really have a lot of options either. The same probably went for her.

"You wanna get out of here, right? Take care of her for me and I can open an exit for ya as soon as Blitz is back on his feet." With cops crawling all over the place, finding a way out wasn't going to be easy. That's why he planned on making his own.

Dyne instinctively strengthened her rejective barrier as Ashley got close. Friendly as she was to the Phoenix, she did not know if the cute boy thought the same of her. Still, she nodded readily. “As you wish, darling. If you create an exit, I can take Blitz as well.”

A repulsive field propped the unconscious woman out of Ashley’s hand. Levitation was an easy feat with her Potential. Red specks dropped to her arm as Roza landed in her arm. That would be difficult to clean. Dyne pursed her lips and adjusted the woman away from her neck. That would be safer, but if the blood got onto her pearl necklace, cleaning would be an issue.

Her gaze flicked toward the police once more. A pressure, stronger than before, pressed them down to their knees. But-

Where was the handsome police man?

Meanwhile… Boltius made it, finally, to his feet, slipping in the fleshy, gory puddle beside him but remaining stood nonetheless. Ashley had bought him time to recover. Wide-legged and hunched like a choking animal, his arms were still too numb to lift, so they hung slack. Fuck… Shit- C’mon! His eyes, pinched in a mixture of pain, rage, and exhaustion, flitted toward the police; they were less of a threat for now, none appearing to have moved since Ashley launched that slab of floor.

But… Where had Lawless gone? Boltius noted the black-haired man’s disappearance, counting pairs of feet.

He wasn’t in immediate danger, but by the rising temperature of his body, he would be soon. Reminding himself of that little fact, the smallest trace of panic seeped into his voice as he called out to Ash down the hall, “RIOT, MAN- C’MON, I NEED YOU, DAWG!!” trying to conceal it. Trying to re-grasp a hold on his potential. Too easy, Bolt. He admonished himself; worked over how he could have avoided this.

Answering Bolt's call, Ashley left the well-dressed woman with a nod and ran toward the blazing Ace. Or at least he tried to. As he got closer, the temperature kept rising, and the intense heat acted like a barrier that prevented him from going any further. He wasn't even sweating anymore, the moisture evaporating before it could even trickle down his skin.

"What the fuck happened?" He struggled to work the words up his dry throat, and it felt like his tongue might get singed if he tried to keep talking. Not like it was really the time for questions anyway. He had to do something about Bolt, and he had to do it fast.

“I- I-” Bolt stammered, stopping himself with a sharp, aggravated snarl. “I don’t know! I can’t- I-...”

The worry that leaked into Bolt's voice let Ashley know just how bad the situation was. His friend had completely lost control, fallen victim to his own Potential. The heat and the visible pain were only getting worse with each passing second, but there weren't a lot of options. Ash knew he wasn't good for much, only being able to punch his way out of a pinch.

The thought of knocking Bolt out cold did cross his mind. If he ran in as fast as he could and hit the right spot, he could put him and the flames to rest. But that would've left him and the other Phoenixes without a leader. Bolt was heading this mission, and without him, things would fall apart. It would just be replacing one problem with another.

Ash squinted as he looked over Boltius again, worried his eyes might get fried out of their sockets if he kept them wide open. Watching him was painful for a number of reasons. Sure, there was the burning sensation crawling all over his body, but there was something else. It was the other reason he was hesitant to just run over and settle things with a punch.

At that moment, as he observed the melting pot of emotions revealed by Bolt's expressions, he saw a younger version of himself. The small amount of panic that leaked into his voice was also hard to listen to. He just couldn't help but be reminded of that scared kid who lived life at the mercy of his own body. It hurt, but it pissed him off even more. He was upset with the situation, as well as himself.

Letting out a breath, he moved forward. With each step, he felt everything around him get hotter and hotter. It was becoming unbearable, like the air was trying to melt him until he was nothing but a puddle. But he kept going, knowing that wasn't even the worst of it.

When he finally closed the gap between them, he took a moment to brace himself and threw a punch. It was light, barely making an impact as his fist connected with Bolt's chest; though, Bolt stumbled in spite of it. As expected it burned like hell. Actual hellfire engulfed his arm, trying to lick away flesh until there was nothing but bone. He was sure his skin was already way worse than charred, but his Potential kept him together, if only barely.

Looking through the flames and the ripples in the air, he stared Bolt in the eyes, doing his best not to reel back from the pain. It was the worst thing he ever felt in his life, but he managed to keep the screams in, clenching his other fist hard enough to draw blood that soon boiled on his skin. It was just pain. Only pain.

"It's your Potential, ain't it? You control it. It don't control you."

Boltius strained to look at Ashley, one eye tightly shut in a face-contorting wince. His neck was stiff like he’d slept on it bad, a result of the shock from that damned disk, which he was still unaware had ever been there. It ain’t-.. like that, he inwardly argued. But he wanted him to be right.

At this point, Ashley couldn't tell if his vision had gone blurry from the temperature or the pain, but he kept looking into the agonizing glow. At this point, he was looking forward to the numbness that came along with his nerves getting singed. Sounded fucking divine.

"Now handle it. I ain't moving until you do."

If it came down to it, he'd knock Bolt out and hand him off to the woman carrying Roza. Only as a last resort. He wanted to give him a chance to handle it on his own and stay in the fight. Backed up by nothing but blind faith in his friend, he chose to wait it out with him until he failed or succeeded.

"You're the Ace for a reason."

Bolt stared at that… and, this time, he let it show—the worry on his brow as they pinched up. And he clicked his tongue despite himself, managing just barely the most modest show of humility in the form of a closed smile. “Hard to-” his voice shook, the words escaping in grunts, “-say no to that… Tch, don’t go gettin’ all-.. all emotional on me, now, ya asshole.” Saying that, his expression shifted with concern for his comrade, “You gotta get back.”

On the inside, Bolt’s gears were turning, squealing.

He’d been in a situation like this once before; though, not quite. When he and Hector went missing, that bastard of a doctor stole their understanding of their potential. Thinking back on that, he wrestled with remembering how he’d escaped it; the influence. He turned the memory over in his mind, trying to throw himself into the shoes of his younger self, shutting his eyes to eliminate all distraction. And he thought. He thought hard, flexing his fists into knuckles white.

He couldn’t lose this fight… Not after Ashley had to go and curse him with that Ace for a reason bullcrap.

No, he didn’t mean that. If anything, something like that… It’s the kind of thing that really hit Boltius the hardest. Recognition of being worthy. So, that’s why… He couldn’t let that go in vain; those words.

The heat was rising.

A pang of guilt throbbed in his chest at the knowing Ashley was suffering beside him, but he dared not look. He took a deep breath in—relaxed on the exhale, fists loosing. Then, sooner than later, he felt it. A breeze deep in his core; a glint of light in pitch darkness. At the same time, his arms tingled profusely. Fingers twitched—he could feel them better—the effects of the electric shock were wearing off and, with it, his rising temperature ceased to rise any further. “I got it!” Boltius shoved Ashley on the shoulder. “Get out! I’ve got it!” Another shove, all in the nature of caring about his friend, “Go! Go!”

"I'm goin', I'm goin'. Watch where you're touchin'." Not needing to be told twice, Ashley sprinted away immediately after being pushed back by overheated hands.

The temperature rapidly fell to tolerable levels as he put distance between him and Boltius. It was a lot easier to breathe now, and the hot metal stuck in his ears began to cool. Unfortunately, moving away from the miniature sun back there wasn't enough to soothe the pain assaulting his cooked arm.

Gritting his teeth, he held in a string of swears and shouts as he looked down at the fresh barbecue. To no surprise, his glove had been eaten away by the hungry blaze, but his palm and fingers were still dyed black. It was hard to tell if the white patches decorating his mostly charcoal-colored skin were blanched flesh or exposed bone, but he was too distracted by the excruciating sting to care. The fact that he could still feel something was proof that his Potential was doing its job and putting him back together, but he would've preferred it if the nerves got fixed up last.

Going through that wasn't a great experience, but he had no regrets. Bolt was back on his feet, and the Phoenixes still had their leader. That was the only thing that mattered. Besides, it's not like he came out of it empty-handed. After getting burnt that badly, it was going to be a lot easier for him to hold up his end of the deal with Dyne.

With his damaged arm hanging limp at his side, he raised the other and hit the nearby wall as hard as he could. It almost felt like punching air. The hard surface crumbled with ease, and the outside light it previously kept at bay covered the wrecked battlefield. Wind rushed in alongside the sun's rays, cooling his burns as it washed over his hand and chest.

"There's your exit!" He turned his attention to the woman carrying Roza as he shouted, letting her know that he made good on his promise. Jumping from the second floor wasn't exactly optimal, but it was the best he could do right now. It wasn't like a drop from this high up could kill an HP anyway, especially one like her. After seeing how she moved the unconscious Phoenix, he assumed Dyne's Potential would make things a lot easier for her.

Taking a few steps away from the hole, Ashley looked back at Boltius through the clearing dust. "So what's the next move, Blitz? Your call."

They could either use the break in the chaos to call for a full retreat, or they could stick around and keep fighting the incoming waves of cops. Even in his current condition, Ashley believed he could keep going, but he wasn't sure if everyone else participating in the mission could say the same. Plenty of their people were heavily injured, and it had been a while since he heard anyone report in. The police seemed to be reorganizing too.

Backing out now didn't mean failure. Even if they couldn't capture the CDPD's headquarters, they managed to wreck it pretty badly, and that was another one of their objectives. They could still say they did something here. But the choice wasn't his to make. It was the Ace's, and no matter what Bolt decided, Ashley was going to stick by him.

The wall crashed open. Immediately, Dyne took the pressure from police. Not for mercy; she whipped her head rightward. Control of her Potential required only her mind, but muscle movements helped to solidify her thought. An explosive force slapped the legs of the police agents sideways. The agents tumbled, some still with enough to keep standing, but her goal was fulfilled.

A repulsive leap brought Dyne immediately to the opening. She winced at the sudden intrusion of light, but she finally found her way out. Police squads were scattered below, but she was not worried. With no preparation, no one could beat her aerial mobility.

"LOVE!"

Well, almost no one.

Exclaims and shouts followed the sudden ascend of a man in formal wear. His hair was a mess, but his shoes were clean without dirt. Anxiety tinged his green eyes that focused on Dyne. Jonathan.

Dyne turned to Boltius and shouted, "I'm leaving now. Your choice if you want me to bring you and the cute boy out, Darling!"

They had to leave while the police were unprepared. Her left foot (still in heels) pressed against the edge. At a moment's notice, she was ready to hand Roza over to Jonathan and bring the boys out with her.

(Interacting w/ Boltius, Dyne, Oliver)
(Mentioned no one)
Coyote Hart Damafaud Doctor Llamabean Nobody Special Roda the Red simj26 Wxnter ​

 

[Wxnter]

Callista Reinhart

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]

LOCATION:

Chikage's Office, 3rd Floor, CDPD-HQ, Upper Central

PARTICIPANTS:

Ashley, Boltius, Eric, Gideon, Inigo, Roza, Tatsuya

Tactical Mayhem

As the saying goes, expect the unexpected. Nothing could have prepared her for the revelation that the man she’d tried to seduce moments ago was not only a married man — but also a father. The blonde maiden kept her head low, too flustered to speak as her face grew warmer by the second.

Bandy didn’t stop there, however, and every statement that left his mouth thereafter only made him look progressively worse in her eyes. The sheer audacity of this man was truly outstanding — even she, promiscuous as she was, wasn’t so shameful. Callista held her tongue and huffed in indignation.

The clattering of several phones broke the moment of silence that had settled between the two. The young lady turned her head — a look of disinterest on her face — before fully turning around to face Bandy, flashing him an agreeable smile. “You’re absolutely right. Marriage seems very bland.” voiced Callista with mock disgust. She sighed dramatically, fanning her face with a folder that contained a file on Kuzma Stepanov, a Phoenix who had recently been arrested.

“If you ask me, I’d rather have multiple men at my disposal and select my flavor of the day.” She mused, giggling as she walked over and dropped the file on the desk, sliding it toward him. Without warning, Callista leaned down, letting her hands rest on both sides of the chair, her face edging closer to Bandy's.

Red lips stretched over an even row of white teeth, and she gazed at him with eyes that burned with a fiery passion. “That means you and I can still have fun… right?” she cooed with a mischievous grin and a twinkle in her eye. The damsel paused, letting her words hang in the air — really letting it sink in — before dropping the fake smile. “...Is that what you wanted to hear?” she voiced, unamused.

Silence followed.

Callista finally rolled her eyes and walked away from him, hiding her disappointment. “Oh well." She shrugged with nonchalance. "It takes grit to be a real man, I shouldn’t have expected it from the likes of you." She kept her voice light, but one could sense something brewing there. It was strange that it bothered her more than it should have. After all, it was none of her business what a stranger did in his private life.

Pushing it away from her mind, she finally asked the important question that had been lingering in the back of her consciousness, "What do you think those burners are for?" She didn't spare him a single glance as she continued to browse the rest of the files she'd found on the recent criminal arrests, making a separate pile for the ones that contained information on Phoenixes.

Callista straightened the pile of folders she'd set aside, then moved on to the next drawer, where she found worn-out history books and lots of strange writings about cults. She glossed over them and moved toward the cabinets, but a nagging feeling compelled her to look again. She did a double-take and went back to pull out the books, notes, and articles she found, crinkling her nose as she tried to make sense of them.

Interactions: Bandy Doctor Llamabean
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[Stros]

Ryoma Matsuno

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Emiel, Noa,Tyr

FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING

"Heh... You got me pretty good there." Ryoma admitted.

Feeling pieces of concrete sliding off his back as he dislodged it from the wall. Ryoma stared behind his raised guard at his sparring partners with a bitter smile as they recovered their stamina. Waiting a few seconds for the inevitable sensation of pain to spill from his forearms and up the rest of his body. When the numbness of the blow subsided a bit he habitually tested his fists with a series of tight squeezes. Accepting the immediate feedback from this act as immense pain radiated throughout his arms, his smile grew a bit wider. He considered himself lucky. Despite having taken two attacks now, akin to his ribs, the bones in his forearms still yet refused to be broken.

With this kind of luck, I should gamble more often. He jested to himself.

Ignoring the possible reality of multiple fractures, with capable fists, Ryoma retained his willingness to continue the fight. He had fought with broken knuckles and fractured wrists before. He could fight through pain. It was simply just a matter of how long he could fight more than anything.

Sizing up his opponents once more after they had seemingly decided to remove their gloves. Ryoma eyed the bat wielding thug who had easily managed to shrug off his counter hook. Ryoma acknowledged it had likely been his fault for holding back, but he was still hung up on how the man had so nonchalantly ignored his blow. There had been something different about it, it was as if you were going a round with the heavy bag and all the energy of your impacts were being soaked up. He wasn't entirely sure how the man had done it, but Ryoma resolved to no longer pull his punches when it came to fighting him. If anything, the man's odd Potential offered quite a rare opportunity that he rarely encountered.

The possibility to test his full strength.

Shifting his gaze towards the magic handed brawler, Ryoma noted the man was more short of breath even after the brief respite allowed to the both of them. If not before, now it was clearly evident Ryoma held the upper hand in endurance. Their little series of exchanges had lasted less than even one round in the ring after all. Ryoma could reliably anticipate them remaining a bit sluggish for the rest of the fight, that much was certain. There was also the matter of the hard counter he had successfully landed. Noting blood on the side of the brawlers mouth, he likely hadn't recovered as rapidly as his partner had from his injuries.

​

"If you two are done sucking air, can we continue?"

Never being one to waste the opportunity to taunt. With those words, Ryoma all but announced the end of the break he had seemingly, graciously, allowed them. Charging towards the pair from his position by the wall, Ryoma showed no hesitation to once more dive into the uneven fray. Cutting abruptly with his heel, he started a mad beeline dash towards the brawler. Looking to take advantage of his slower recovery and ignoring his partner as an inferior threat. Predictably, the batman immediately came to the brawler's side, and aimed to intercept Ryoma. Sizing up the man's stance and considering how best to use and test his remaining strength. If the man had any sense, he would attempt to grab Ryoma and let the brawler wail on him uninterrupted.

I'll have to be weary of him...

Suddenly, Ryoma's feet stopped in their tracks and his whole body abruptly skidded to a halt, frozen in place a few paces outside of the batman's range. Standing across from one another, but with neither party making any advances towards engagement with the other, a sort of awkward pause insued. Staring directly into the batman's face, a sudden realization had been the cause for Ryoma's unexpected standstill.

Hold on... There's a limit.

The fact the batman hadn't taken advantage of the opportunity earlier to simply grab Ryoma meant one of a few things. Either he was really was just a dumb fighter without a clue, or there was a more discreet reason why he chose against it. Such as if his threshold for soaking up damage simply couldn't handle a flurry from the brawler. There was also the weird stance and muscle spams earlier to consider. Within the moment that materialized this realization, another one blatantly presented itself to Ryoma as the three continued to stare across at one another.

"I'm waiting..." He openly mocked.

There was one more glaring weakness to the pair now that he could see sweat appearing on their faces. In their winded state they could only afford to waste so much energy in order to be on the offensive. If they weren't going to burn themselves out, they were going to have to rely on Ryoma to be the aggressor and close the distance. While not obvious at the start, they were all close range fighters, so someone had to make the first move.

With the batman ending the Mexican standoff as he made a sloppy attempt at engaging Ryoma. The boxer returned to his old tactics of deftly darting and weaving around each and every one of the pair's slowed and predictable swings. Always keeping in mind their coordination, Ryoma kept up with where the magic hand placed himself behind the batman. Switching from side to side in the hopes of darting into Ryoma's blind spot once again to hopefully land a successful surprise blow.

The boring spectacle from earlier repeated itself to very much the same conclusion, as the two finally broke with their desperate attempts to corner Ryoma. Watching them idly, with the same mocking smile, as they caught their breath and exchanged Oranjese curses with one another. Ryoma soon after dropped his guard completely, before turning towards the battle that raged on behind him between Tyr and his opponents. Having ventured a glance over at the man in between bouts of fighting, Ryoma had noticed the dark stains of blood beginning to pool on his uniform. Spotting him now, he called nonchalantly across the room to the bodyguard.

"Hey kid! You need any help over there? I'm just about finished!"

While the words were meant to offer some form of encouragement. Ryoma was finding himself able to break away from his own fight, as it continued, and jump to the aid of the bodyguard if need be. Truthfully he had wanted to force his own fight to a quick end before, but now knew better than to rush things, only to make a mistake and have his forearms shattered to pieces and be rendered useless.

To the Oranje, the gesture would be one of utter disrespect and total disregard for the threat they posed. And, though it had been yet another well placed taunt. With concern laid behind his eyes on Tyr's figure, Ryoma hadn't taken his focus away from his opponents in the slightest, despite what his actions would have otherwise suggested. Listening intently, he picked up on the shuffle of feet, as his eyes darted back to the batman who was immediately on him.

​

With the distance between them a thing of the past, the man successfully had acted the part of aggressor. However, he had made one simple yet glaring mistake that Ryoma had hoped he would make. The move signified the inevitable break in the duo's otherwise consistent teamwork. The mistake was that he had started the offensive without bothering to check if the brawler had his back. In this instance, the brawler was lagging behind, as minor fatigue began blending with the signs of damage he had received previously. It was a minor delay of only a few seconds, but it was just the opportunity that Ryoma had hoped to seize. To catch the batman all to himself.

It's said, that in their prime and at their physical peak, expert boxers can throw punches as fast as 30mph. That kind of rapidity for a human movement can be difficult to visualize, until one realizes that the speed of an average person's punch is about 15mph. Even at that rate, the movement usually occurs in the blink of an eye, so in order to process a professional boxer's punch one would have to do so before they blinked. What would be waiting for them if they didn't would be some 700psi of force. Enough force for the average human to break through concrete slabs with their bare hands. This distinction in technique, training, and overall power, could still be registered even at the HP level.

Within those mere seconds, Ryoma's body became a blur to anyone watching. Before they could blink, a fist exploded against the batman's jaw with a clear audible sound. Having ducked beneath the blow intended for his face Ryoma had leaned in, in order to close the distance, before shifting his weight to his front leg. Sharing a split second glance, the next split second was a one snap movement that had been practiced to sinister efficiency. Ryoma's entire body exploded forward at a forty-five degree angle. Delivering with it's entire weight, the full force of Ryoma's right fist, in a savage mix between a hook and an uppercut.

Staying in the position only as long as was necessary to insure the blow had landed squarely. Ryoma quickly ducked back and away from the man to assess the damage, if there was any, and see whether or not he was onto something with his earlier assumptions. Bringing his guard back up instinctively, it noticeably favored his right side, as the pain from earlier returned and intensified in his right arm. The risk that the longer the fight dragged on the worse the injury would become had already been weighted. It was already to the point where his power started to diminish as a consequence. As such Ryoma had to accurately assess his odds carefully, and then look to the shortest route that would promise a swiftly victory so that he could aid Tyr.

Emiel( joshuadim ), Tyr( Peckinou )

 

[joshuadim]

RYUTARO HASHIMOTO

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie

THE HEIST

A few tense moments passed following Jennifer being taken hostage, followed by Sylvie and Camila making their own remarks as a response to the Twins, as Ryu observed the situation. His eyes darted between the two of them quickly, discerning as much as he could about the two foes in order to calculate what he believed to be the best course of action. Smile only laughed in response to the two Tigers that had piped up, and clapped lazily. "Admirable, truly." he spoke to Sylvie before turning his attention to Camila, "And, believe me, that's tempting. But a contract *is* a contract... and G&G doesn't take kindly to folk that go back on their word."

Ryu stilled for but a moment upon mention of his rivals. They were directly involved now? But how could they have known? Then it hit him: the deposit box. "...the box was rigged with a secondary alarm." Ryu said aloud in annoyance.

"Correct!" Smile replied, to which Ryu could almost *see* his shit-eating grin emanating from under that stupid smiling mask. "Mr. Gordon obviously takes great value in it, and to keep it out of the *wrong hands*."

Vile grunted in anger. "Can we just KILL THEM already?" he asked with impatience, pressing his knife further against Jennifer's throat as if he was ready to cut it open.

"Now now brother... they still need to surrender." Smile replied, turning his head over to Vile quickly before returning his attention back to the Tigers. "Drop your weapons, now."

Samira leaned over slightly to Ryu: "What are we doing?" she whispered, her gun still trained on Smile.

The Queen was quiet for a moment before looking over to Jennifer. With a hand by his side, he motioned his finger ever so slightly to her left as a signal. She understood it as she moved her head to her left as much as she could without drawing Vile's ire. An opening appeared, where Vile's head peeked out from behind her and thus became Ryu's avenue. He lifted his other arm to his side, sword in hand and dropped it. In that moment, the attention of the Twins shifted towards his blade falling down as they were obviously eager for a sign of surrender. However, this was a ruse as in this crucial moment of distraction they failed to see Ryu quickly pull out his pistol and fire a shot straight towards Vile and Jennifer.

She could feel the bullet's heat pass right by her cheek and shortly thereafter Vile's grip dissipate entirely as he retreated to his immaterial form to avoid the bullet. As an expert gunfighter, she quickly rolled away and fired more shots towards the Twins. Smile too retreated to his ghostly shape as the bullets passed through him harmlessly. But now they had the opportunity to get out of here. "GET THE VAN RUNNING!" Ryu shouted to Maria as he kept his gun pointed towards the Twins, who now returned back to their material forms. Rather than spare words, the two brandished their knives together and marched towards the Queen.

The entrance to the loading bay opened, with a few armored men rushing inside and began to fire towards the Tigers who were closest to the armored van they had arrived in. Bullets pattered the area and into the van's side. One of them trained their gun at Ryu but was stopped by Vile's anger. "DON'T SHOOT HIM. HE'S OURS." the masked man spat out, which redirected the security towards the other tigers. Samira herself retreated back to the armored van as she took cover.



Using her new Graadian weapon as a boon, her rifle boomed as it punched at one man's heavy armor with ease and knocked him to the ground with a bullet lodged into his chest. However, shockingly, he staggered back up and continued to fire at the Tigers. "Shit, they're armored to the teeth!" Samira yelled as she ducked behind cover again, bullets hitting the van.
The Tiger Queen in the meantime had his own duel to deal with as the Twins approached. Ryu backed up two steps and kicked up his sheathed katana into his free hand and brandished it confidently. All he needed to do was buy them time.

The Twins were also confident, as they believed in their invincibility. Ryu could tell in their posture, and in the way they walked. Such hubris in one's limits would always lead to downfall. Ryu swung his sword with a downwards strike, fully expecting it to be caught with ease as Smile took the bait and grabbed onto the sheath. With a kick, Ryu knocked the man away and in turn also revealed his steel as he then swung with a diagonal cut towards Vile. This forced the other to retreat to his ghostly form, with the blade rushing through his form harmlessly but forcing him back nonetheless. However, the Tiger didn't relent as he arced his blade horizontally in continuation of his momentum, forcing Smile to lunge back to avoid the blade and then to dodge an incoming thrust from Ryu.

Ryu then swung his blade over his head as he repositioned himself and swung again at Smile, but this time the Twin was ready as he kicked away Ryu's hand. Unwilling to allow the Twins to regain the initiative, the Queen continued his flurry of attacks with an overhead horizontal swing, forcing both twins to duck which left them exposed to a flurry of crossing diagonal slashes that forced the two back into their ethereal forms to avoid taking damage.

The Queen's skill took the two by surprise in these moments as they dodged and weaved between his attacks, trying to look for an opening amidst his defensive offensive. The two decided to switch tactics in the heat of the moment as Vile took to being in the melee and Smile brandished his knives as throwables now. Out of the corner of his eye, Ryu could see what Smile was preparing for, but his focus had to remain on the most pressing threat in front of him as Vile took to becoming a less coordinated and more brutish attacker.

In a brief opening, Vile slashed at Ryu and left a cut on the man's arm which stung like hell. Worse still was Smile's ranged assault as he threw two knives at Ryu. The first he dodged with ease as he sidestepped it, but the second cut into his side as he barely managed to step out of the way. Another stinging wound that provided a nuisance to Ryu's concentration as he repositioned himself again to prepare for the next coming attacks.

Camila ( Roda the Red ), Sylvie ( WhiskeyMarten ), Maria ( Shoya ), Jennifer ( Uasal )

 

[Kneeto]

TORU EGAWA

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunks in the City]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Celestine, Jozef, Nikolai, Tri, Markus, Toru

HUNKS IN THE CITY

Toru strolled merrily through the streets of Central, carelessly spinning a purse in one hand. In his ears were a pair of secondhand earbuds, and he hummed along to some cheerful tune as he walked. Both were recently acquired, and the purse’s most valuable contents currently filled his pockets. Today was a good day.

His spirits were high as he took in the sights of the district. As much as he’d grown accustomed to the gloom and stank of New Oasis’ dumpster, he still needed a break now and then.

Even the chaos was prettier here, he observed, as a blue sedan crashed into a lamppost ahead of him. Wait. He unplugged an earbud to assess the situation, and quirked an eyebrow at the distant commotion.

Anything could send the normals scrambling like rodents. Their plight didn’t interest him in the slightest. But if HP activity was at play here, he’d love nothing more than to crash the party. To ruin someone else’s day.

Soon, he spotted a familiar face in the crowd. It was his king, of all people, with a retinue to boot. Curious. He slinked over to the group, using tendrils of darkness to swat the fleeing civilians out of his path. “Yo, King. Didn’t expect to see you down here.” Toru greeted the group casually, with a little wave of his hand.

“You’re all quite busy, it seems, bickering uselessly amongst yourselves.” He added, offhandedy. “Well, now that we’re all here, how about we fuck some shit up?” He gestured to the unfolding chaos around them. “It’d be a shame to miss out on the fun.”

WhiskeyMarten angel doe Caffeine_Obsessed Elenion Aura
Damafaud

 

[Peckinou]

Helva Linxal

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SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Isaiah , Kanna FabulousTrash , Meirin , Rin , Shen Elenion Aura , Vulken Nobody Special , Yong-Yut.

The Dragon and the Phoenix

Though Helva was primarily focused on the Dragon Jack, but she was able to see that the Phoenixes were only partially doing what she wanted them to do, as a team went after the Dragon King, while some other Phoenixes stayed. Though Helva didn't really have time to complain, as her eyes were focused on the Dragon Jack who was giving out orders, along with the Dragon that she hurt just a moment ago, the fact that those two adversaries of hers were still breathing was a annoyance in of it'self. But she would have to deal with that later, instead she gave a short counter order to the Phoenixes that were still there, "Prevent the Dragons from reaching the Other Phoenixes, and don't engage them alone!" the Phoenixs no doubt had the numbers advantage and she wanted to minimize harm to their comrades while devastating the rest of the Dragons numbers. Plus she didn't want the Phoenixs going after the two Kings to be hindered by a couple of dragons getting in their way. Still though, the slight worry she had about Dragons splitting up in different directions was also going to force their own forces to split in order to pursue them, not really Helvas preferred move, but it would of had to work for now.

Either way Helva fully intended to continue her charge, with her sponseree Skadi backing her up, her experience in fighting Lyric who had a similar potential to the one in front of her. Helva was sure that she could take her on, still she was a bit concerned for Lyric, she wanted to capture the Dragons Jack, but at the same time she wanted to support Lyric. Nonetheless her main solution was to quickly take down the Dragons Jack capture, them and maybe use them as a bargaining chip worst case scenario. Though her hopes to take down the Dragon Jack were short lived, Helva wasn't really surprised with the fact the Dragons Jack grabbed onto her spear, as she simply planned to push her towards the ground, but what did catch surprise her was the fact the Dragon Jack was able to move them both up into the air. Helva couldn't help but let out a small yip of surprise but, quickly recovered from her shock, Helva tightened her grip on their spear refusing to let it go as they moved up, only to be greeted by a kick to their chest in a attempt to force them off. Though Helvas breath was knocked out of her, as she was kicked in the one place she didn't like being hit in, she still refused to let go of the spear allowing the Dragon Woman to put more pressure on her chest in a attempt to force her off the spear.

Though frustrating to say the least, Helva wasn't sure just how much their spear could take before it would break, and seeing as how her Sponseree didn't have a good shot to hit the Dragon Jack with their stake. Helva opted for a different plan, "Flick FLICK!" A coded command given to her Sponseree Skadi, as one of the orbs started to float towards them, stopping at about 5 feet away from the two before, activating, turning the area they were in black. Though instead of a entire battlefield it was just them two, and with their sponseree being able to focus on a specific target instead of a entire area, the vial of darkness would be more difficult to escape for the two. But it wasn't as if Helva cared as much since it gave them the advantage, Helva tugged hard in order to break their spear, in a attempt to deny their enemy a fully functional weapon. Allowing herself to fall being sure to make a slide out of shadows, in order to allow them to slide back down to the ground instead of landing painfully with a thud. With Helva out of the way though, their sponseree took the chance to throw a stake towards the Jack having moved positions so that they wouldn't know where she was throwing from. And as another orb of darkness appeared next to Helva in order to conceal herself, she separated from Hiyma, "What are you -" before Hiyma could continue though Helva grabbed her hand and forced her to change into Libla.

"I need you to go help or extract Lyric, they went that way." pointing in the direction Shen took Lyric towards, Libla gave a nod before looking towards the Dragon Jack, with a miffed look as they recall seeing them previously from the bridge. But they ultimately decided to go with Helvas orders, moving on the grab the orb of darkness that was near Helva and make a run towards that direction at insanely high speeds. Helva knew that this move would leave them without powers to utilize their full potential, but figured she wouldn't need them, since she had Skadi with her anyways. It was a 2 vs 1 as far as Helva was concerned but now she was sure that this fight would take longer than they had hoped, so a change of plans was going to be necessary, plus she really wanted to be put at ease knowing that Lyirc would be alright. As libla zoomed off with a Shadow orb another orb replaced the one that was taken, and it seemed that Helva would now have to face the Dragon Jack unarmed now. Though she could ask her sponseree for her spear, she didn't want to leave her weaponless, figuring that it would be better to prioritize her favorite pupil instead of herself.

With Libla now gone in order to support Lyric, Helva turned their full attention to the Dragons Jack, waiting for them to come back to the ground didn't seem like a viable option to Helva as it would mean, waiting for them to come down on their terms. So instead Helva gave another order to Skadi "Up." Skadi then put her spear down for a moment in order to give Helva a boost to move up into the air in order to hopefully catch the Dragon Jack off guard, grab them and attack them in a Melee combat. Running towards Skadi Helva put her foot on Skadis outstretched hands, before pushing themselves off the ground allowing herself to be practically thrown up towards Kanna, with intent to fully tackle them in order to continue their fight, but on her terms.

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

Alicia Morel

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]

LOCATION:

Lucky Rabbit Casino; Alice's Penthouse

PARTICIPANTS:

Alice, Dante, Charlie, Hector, Hide, Mizuya, Raquel, Zach

Whole World Blind

Sometimes Alice hated that she was like this: that her anger was so easy to dissuade, in turn making her feel bad for bursting out. That all Dante had to do was apologize with all his heart, and her own would melt.

But it was everything that came after that snared her keen focus. It was a lesson. A perspective of the Tigers' world clashing against her fairytale. A tell that maybe the life she dreamed was not possible to begin with. Confirmation of the sneaking fear she so desperately tried to suppress with today's tea party.

There was no return to how life once was. She couldn't allow that.

Because if she wanted something more than what she had... asking with a cutesy face wouldn't cut it. What happened just now was proof. They listened. Alice looked at her hand again. It still stung. "I can't back down..." she parroted.

"I forgive you," Alice said blankly. "But please don't do that ever again..." Common it may be, it didn't change that people chose to do such things. She couldn't bear the thought of performing that on others in the same manner—imagine if she was arrested!

There was one more thing Dante mentioned. "How do I leave?" She has, before; it wasn't like she'd ever forget the mall. But... how? "Janay helped me do that, all the way to Central, I remember... but I've never seen him again..." Alice bit her lip, pacing in a small circle. The last thing she wanted was for another friend to meet a similar fate.

The Regal Rper

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

JANE SHERMAN

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SCENE:

Securing the Future

LOCATION:

East District, Tech Expo

PARTICIPANTS:

Jesper, Amari, Sophie, Kasumi, "Jane"

Securing the Future

There it was, the classic Dragon welcoming committee. At least, what she heard of this gang. The spectacled girl initiated, then the red-haired one followed. Jesper and the feathered butler remained spectators. "Keen observation, finding out I'm not an employee," Jane said calmly. "I don't work here. I'm here to help." Her gaze slid towards Amari. "As for the security room, I never lied. I went in there before checking in with Roy to gain some prior knowledge—and yes, with none of those guards knowing, else they may have interfered with my digging."

A simple explanation, but not verdict-deciding proof. Not that it mattered—now that suspicion landed on her, it wasn't going away. Roy, who was overlooking the meeting from behind Jesper, grit his teeth. He knew it was partly his fault, letting her in so easily. "Ms. Sherman, truthfully I was too hasty in letting you help. You helped tremendously, yes, but we need to clear this up with a quick background check; there shouldn't be any problem with that, right?"

Jane shook her head. "Not at all." She typed something on her phone half-outside her pocket. "I didn't earn my way into the Dragons without expecting some pushback."

Roy sighed relief. "You guys should go get Ariadne. We'll wrap up here in a jiffy." He offered the Dragons a smile as he and a few other Albrecht security joined him. Jane wasn't going anywhere.

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

GUARDIAN

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SCENE:

Securing the Future

LOCATION:

East District, Tech Expo

PARTICIPANTS:

Jesper, Amari, Sophie, Kasumi, "Jane"

Securing the Future

"Right. Right..." Jesper didn't know what to think. He had passively accepted her word without a moment's hesitation, and saw no reason not to. Not even anything to help back Kasumi... he must've looked so uncool to her. What would his father think? Probably nothing pleasant... Jesper sighed, looking down to hide the wince. There'd be plenty of time for self-criticism later. Right now, Roy was right: there was the likely murderer to apprehend.

Which Jesper knew as the fun part.

He didn't realize the smile that cracked on his face—the first of today. "You guys wait out there! I've been waiting for this!" He stopped at Kasumi. Though he failed to assure her earlier, he still knew her averseness to violence. "You can stay with me, if you like," he spoke softly, having jumped the hurdle of shyness with the earlier excitement. Arms out at his side, Jesper dashed further into room where several other empty private meeting chambers lined a hall. Behind several Albrecht employees stationed there for the sole purpose of the murder scene, he found an empty room and threw himself on one of the swivel chairs.

Breathe in, breathe out. His vision faded...

And emerged from a passing drone beside the rest of the group. "Oh yeah, It's Guardian time!" Guardian linked himself to four of the drones, having them follow at his side. Some passersby recognized the figure instantly, with mixed reactions. Either it was a special showcase, or something was wrong. Not that Guardian cared. The unique sense of invisibility—people staring at him, but not really him—never got old.

"What do you say we just go in and nab her?" Guardian asked, buzzing and rolling in the air like a bug. "If Jane really was fibbing or not, we'd find out!"

At one of the distant tech booths facing the meeting room, a tall man of colorful attire leaned at the counter, manning the stall. His eyes were glued to his phone, typing something.

He saw the passing Dragons, then leaned casually back in his chair.

Another of the stall workers met him. They exchanged a few words; the colorful man rose, letting the other take his seat. He walked behind the booth, vanishing from sight.

--

Guardian rammed the doors open unnecessarily. "Ariadne Nicolaides!" The woman froze—a deer in headlights. He pointed at her. "You are under arrest!" The other patrons froze up as well, backing against the walls as though paving a way to the suspect.

The woman bit her lip. "She told me she'd be here..." she spat under her breath. "I've done no wrong!" Ariadne lunged after a bystander, intending to delay the inevitable with a hostage.

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[First Rose]

¡Mucho Pablícimo!

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Faceless Fox]

LOCATION:

Bolt Transport

PARTICIPANTS:

| Pablo | Welsha |

The Faceless Fox

Initially, her words came off almost comical, did she really believe she could propose he’d– run? “Pfft,” He failed to hide his amusement, there was not a woman on this planet that could give him an order. Pivoting with an arrogant smirk, he prepared a haughty reply to distress her qualms; one that ceased before it started in wake of the approaching individual. Frankly, Pablo couldn’t find the slightest bit of urgency- better yet any sense of intuition that prompted to take her any more seriously than an unsupervised adolescent lost in a ballpark. And upon speaking of such, with a glance, the girl would find a drooled-over baseball next to her foot; right in front of a panting pooch with a wagging tail and a playful stance. Having denoted her as the owner of the small sphere, it appeared he wanted her to send it flying once more. Nonetheless, a quick near-audible phrase spoken amongst foreign slang prodded the pitbull to return, finding himself behind Welsha with an oblivious stare as Pablo stepped forward. “Let me handle this, dearest..” he lowly advised before tightening the black tie hugging the vibrant gold suit hugging his upper torso.

Pablo cleared his throat as his trademark snarkiness of a grin bubbled to the surface, “Madam- madam, there’s no reason to mess up anything, if I do say– you’re far too dashing yourself to make such a fuss over something so minuscule, eh.” The main ingredient in his tone of word being a potent spice of condescending with a mild hint of ego; his signature dime of a quality. “Tell you what, my dear.” He mused before delving a hand in his pocket to sweeten the lass up a tad. “I understand we’re at a bit of a crossroads, but I am not as fashionable as I am diplomatic, mhm? What do you say this whole– inconvenience is worth, aye- a few pieces of expensive jewels to contemplate your eyes perhaps? A new outfit? An old fashion wad of benjamins..?” He dares another step forward just within arm’s length. “Name your price, hermana."