Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

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  Panda, Charlie, NPC Woman ( BriiAngelic , Roda the Red )
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

BOLTIUS

Vulken's Little Bro

"BLITZ"​

<<< Remember

When Charlie took over interacting with the innocent woman, Boltius finished crossing the street behind him, startled by the speaker on the other end of his phone.

It wasn't Muskrat, that's for sure.

"For one, you scared some woman out of her wits. I really hope there’s a goddamn reason you called cause we’re busy over here. Well Musk is…"

Boltius bit back almost immediately, pulling the phone down to yell at the name on the screen. "YO, I DIDN'T CALL FOR A FUCKIN' LECTURE! I GOT QUESTIONS ABOUT BUTTERFLIES, DAWG!"

With the phone back to his ear, he asked Panda in a calmer tone, "You guys got any leads- or... I dunno, maybe a plan? At this rate, we're behind, questioning civilians if they saw what they weren't lookin' for." His eyes scanned the twinkling skies for signs as the civilian woman spoke to Charlie.

She told the rookie Phoenix, "I-I don’t know about butterflies. No Sir N-no. W-why? W-who are you?" and Boltius glanced in her direction. Sir?

"Well, have you seen anything? Anything strange? Have you heard anything?! You got ANYTHING FOR US!?" He stood close to the woman now, bearing a wild expression as his patience grew thinner. "We ain't gotta lotta time, here, lady."

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[Elenion Aura]

SERPENT'S

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 1: Scene 3 [We'll Do It Live]

LOCATION:

Housing Zone 4, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Yuudai, Tri, Kisara, Yeona, Delynn

WE'LL DO IT LIVE

As the monstrous self-proclaimed “Prinz Gyoushi” made a little speech, it seemed to spell the start of the chaos.

The scruffy wolf-man that people called Sir Vargfang rolled his eyes quite notably, keeping a rather slack guard. Either he was cocky, or he wasn’t concerned with quick defense. Whatever the case was, it seemed he was not the current target of Prinz Gyoushi as she fired a laser in the opposing direction, where their hired men stood.

Good. His team and them can focus on the small-game of the Serpents. Sir Vargfang wanted the big guy, the terror, the Beast. The Captain spilled words about him that she knew, and Vargfang knew better than to underestimate a King of a decade and some change.

Vargfang clenched his teeth as already members of his team were decimated— unfortunate and sad. They’ll be remembered in this war for New Oasis. The government has been failing for too long and Vargfang wanted to see change in his generation. If only for his unborn child to see a better world. It needed to change.

The lights on the block went out, thanks to the electrical storm of the Serpent that was thrown onto a utility pole. The scene was now darkened, bleak and wet, with the flashing blue and red lights to drench the dilapidated scene. It was sad this fight had to occur here, where these people may lose their homes.

It was better than losing their lives.

His hands clenched into fists, feeling the claws digging into his palms.

“Watch for the girl in the power lines! Do not let that Bitch touch you! Snipers, aim!” Vargfang barked.

A few red dots focused their attention on Delynn, their sources from a few of the rooftops. They fired, the sound seemingly more powerful than a typical rifle. Did Delynn get shot or did she avoid the gunfire?

The man with the ax, Tri, a few police had shot at. The older man shouldn’t be underestimated either. After all, he just took a bullet like nothing. It seemed this whole group of Serpents were HPs, furthering the theory that the gangs, or at least the Serpents, only care about people with Potentials. It tracked.

Vargfang kept his gaze on Beast now while Tri’s words about keeping the police intact for good volunteers rang in his ears. Reports read of kidnappings, the North District being the worst for it. Whatever happened to the missing… The police weren't entirely sure of what they were for.

Tri didn’t seem dangerous at first glance, and the others took to taking care of the old man.

Yuudai grew tired of the few stray bullets. One managed to tear through the fabric of the jacket he had tied around his waist. That ticked him off. The King took one swipe at a man, who then went crashing into a building. If he was an NP, he was probably dead on impact with Yuudai’s paws. If the man crawled out of the building, at least that would be confirmed if he had potential or not. Yuudai didn’t bother waiting to find out and locked his gaze onto Vargfang.

Beast took off, but Vargfang was ready for the move. Was he ready to face against the King however? They traded a couple blows but Yuudai had the experience of years on the streets that Vargfang did not. The policeman took a swipe of claws to the chest, knocking the wind out of him and straight into a police car. The police car’s alarm sounded as his body left a dent.

The megaphone of Tri’s sounded off again, catching Vargfang’s sensitive ears. A hostage situation… may have been inevitable.

Caught between a rock and a hard place,

Vargfang slipped off the vehicle, narrowly avoiding a crashing of paws that left gouges in the police vehicle.

“We don’t negotiate with fucking–” his voice was cut off as his arm got caught in the jaws of Beast, feeling teeth slice into his own skin. Powerful. And suspecting that it wasn’t just the strength of the wolf-Yuudai had also partially taken.

Yuudai tossed Vargfang threw the air, though the policeman righted himself, landing closer to Tri. He growled, clicking his radio on, “10-35; now a hostage situation.”

The radio would assist those outside of Vargfang’s loud voice to know what was going on if they weren’t engaged quite yet.

Vargfang shouted, not that he necessarily needed to with the accidentally-new proximity, “We can’t let you kill those civilians!”


To their credit, the two men listened, more-or-less attentively, as Kisara boldly made her presence known to them before blasting one of the police vehicles with an impressive displays of energy projection, an exclamation point if either of them had ever seen one. Though, where the shorter man with the headphones was mostly just enraptured by the bright light, the taller with the goggles studied the attack, making a mental note of its speed and power when it was inevitably turned on them.

”Ooh! I like her!

”How impertinent.”​

Despite the duo’s contrasting reaction to the fiery Serpent Girl’s proclamation, on this matter they were of a single mind: snakes crawled on their bellies for a reason. It was time to remind this upjumped worm what happens when snakes forget that their place is in the dirt. Lucky for them, it didn’t appear that ‘Prinz Gyoushi’ was going to make them chase her. In fact, she was coming right to them. Well, one of them, anyway.

The man with the goggles was the lucky winner, though his excitement at the prospect, if there was any to begin with, didn’t show on his face. He simply stood there in her path, evidently secure in the knowledge that she’d never reach him. Meanwhile, as Kisara strayed within striking distance of the blue-haired man, his green-haired compatriot simply vanished.

In one moment, the green-haired Contractor had been standing near enough to his fellow that Kisara’s charge might reasonably have been construed as an attack on him by sheer proximity… And in the next, he was standing idly no longer.

The only warning was the sound of a whoosh followed by a crack like thunder, as the sole of the green-haired man’s heavy boot came for Kisara—with the rest of the wearer’s body in tow—unexpectedly from the side. The heavy kick took aim at the Serpent’s midriff, a space somewhere between her right shoulder and thigh, intending to—at the very least—blow her off her current collision course with Goggles.





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[Elenion Aura]

RAPHAEL SHAW

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 1: Scene 1 [Friends in Low Places]

LOCATION:

Mach Sling Bowling Alley, West-Side Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Anna, Darius, Bash, Dante, Vincent, August, Reina, Lucy

FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES

<<< Remember

Raph was really trying to sell the illusion that he wasn't paying the developing scene around him any sort of mind. That these little kittens were hardly worth his time, let alone his attention. The truth was that every fiber of his being was alert. And hungry. There was something sublime about the few, fleeting moments before a battle broke out, a certain charge in the air. Raph could feel it. He knew Bash felt it, too. He could hear the excitement in his voice. This was a showdown if ever there was one. The only lingering question was this: 'Who's going to make the first move?'

If Raph were a betting man (he is, don't let him fool you), he'd have put all his chips on Bash being the one to charge headfirst into the fray, consequences be damned! And yet, there he stood, inviting the Tigers to come to him. Raph wondered if his fellow Serpent was starting to feel the pressure, or if he was playing things close to his chest in the hopes that one of the Tigers made a bad opening move. Raph tore his eyes away from his nails to take stock of the board, wondering which kitten, if any, would bear its claws first... As it turns out, it's a good thing Raph didn't place any bets today because—at least when it came to picking out the likeliest suspect to kick this melee off—he was dead wrong.

As far as intimidating presences go, this fellow just wasn't it (even less, when taken next to the pair of muscle-bound meatheads that the Tiger Queen and Ace had dragged along with them tonight). He was tall-ish—Raph supposed—but it didn't look like there was much at all to him, in Raph's estimation. Hell, the guy could've been just an average Joe unlucky enough to be caught in the crossfire.

And yet—in hardly any time at all—here they both were, tumbling together through the air.

The initial shock of the white Tiger's sudden, somewhat sporadic bursts of movement passed as Raph was slammed down for the second time today, this time onto the floor of the ruined Bowling Alley, before being rather unceremoniously dragged back up by his shirt-collar and out into Central District proper. His hair was wild from the staccato of wind blasts that had whisked him and this snowy-haired bum away from the center of the action. It was all quite the production.

And where did this grand gesture land the brave little Tiger? Raph's eyes gleamed with wicked delight as he gazed down at his assailant, currently trying to disentangle his limbs from Raph's, to extricate himself from underneath the Serpent that he'd chosen.

Right... Here.

“Hello, darling.”

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Nobody Special The One Eyed Bandit WhiskeyMarten The Regal Rper Doctor Llamabean BriiAngelic cojemo OverconfidentMagi

 

[The Prophet]

DIMITRI BELLARI

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 3 [Day of Reckoning]

LOCATION:

Central-Connecting Bridge

PARTICIPANTS:

Reika, Vulken, Auvura, Darren, Dragons

Day of Reckoning

It was almost funny how quickly things broke down. One second he was walking the railing like a tightrope, and in another second they were being shot at. Rude thing to do obviously, but what interested Dimitri was the express lack of anything living about their assailant. Usually he could sense these things; hard not to given his disposition. But there wasn't anything! Eyes narrowed at the strange girl, defending himself from the assault all the while with the quick swinging of his rapier. There wasn't really a need, but he quite liked his shirt and didn't have the ability to melt them away before impact like a certain someone to his left. "What did we even do?"

In a brief opening Dimitri flipped back onto solid ground, glancing towards where he suspected Reika to be given the smoke and chaos. When his eyes fell upon her and Vulken, his eyes widened for a moment. Seems they weren't playing around anymore. He made a step to take his sponsor's offer of blood, but the sudden appearance of a new scent drew his attention and Reika jumped away to fight the anomaly. "Boo." He pouted, missing out on he chance for blood; only half-serious as he pulled out his phone and opened his camera. Taking a few steps back, he paused.

He initially decided to go and investigate the sudden appearance of the metal ball man, but V decided to jump the gun and go for violence. Not a bad idea, but the redhead watched as the fiery senior member was apprehended without too much of a fight. And instead of jumping to his aid, Dimitri held up the camera, lined everything up, then smiled as he took two pictures of himself. One of just himself being an icon, and the other of himself being an icon amidst all the chaos surrounding him. Reika fighting the weirdo, Vulken getting beat up, and the chaos of the pile up framing it all. "Wonderful! I have to post these later. Maybe."

Quickly he sent the first one to Lyric; only to realize his mistake, text 'sorry, wrong one! You can keep it tho ', and send the second with all the chaotic surroundings. Hopefully she wasn't busy, because now their boss knew what was happening, and she had nice pictures. Then came the fun part: putting his phone back in his pocket and ignoring any texts back until he next got the chance. He could almost feel the concern, and it was lovely.

Back to the gang fight he was literally in the middle of, Dimitri readied his red blade a she looked between his two allies. The metal guy looked fun, but he should probably get backup before endangering Vulken like that. What if V got hurt more? So instead, Dimitri leaned forward, darting off towards Reika and their quarry. If these dragons weren't going to talk, then they'd have to fight. Dimitri came in force, fluidly weaving around the movements of his sponsor to let loose a flurry of stabs whenever he saw the space.

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[Elenion Aura]

MARKUS WEISS

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 1: Scene 3 [The High Life]

LOCATION:

Albino Tiger Penthouse Suite, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Isobel, Ezra, Carmine

THE HIGH LIFE

Markus' eyes narrowed as he picked up on the fact that Isobel had stayed standing, but he didn't comment on it just yet. Luckily for her, he'd never get the chance.

“'Pologies fer the intrusion, Boss... But, uh, you better come take a look at this...”

It's just one fuckin' thing after another today, Markus thought as he glowered at the man, already anticipating how fucked everything on the other side of that door had gotten.

Isobel gunned it for the door, apparently eager to see the circus, but Markus took a more measured approach. He snatched the gas mask out of his attendant's hand and paused before affixing it to his face. A call was coming through. He answered and pressed the phone to his ear, listening. His eyebrows knitted a harsh line across his forehead that only deepened the longer he went on silently absorbing the voice on the other end of the line's report. When it was finished, Markus was too furious to speak, and instead opted to quickly end the call before he started aggressively composing a text to a certain lecherous associate, sending her off to the White Tiger to back-up Charmy and company from whatever threat assailed them.

When he was finished, he gingerly shoved his phone back into his jacket pocket and stepped out onto the balcony on his way to the roof. The mook in the black suit trailed after him, fiddling with the umbrella that Markus still hadn't seen the necessity of. He hadn't intended to slow down until he was standing on the helipad but the sheer sight of his party in such a state was enough to stop him cold in his tracks. The gas mask—that he'd finally put on—did precious little to bely the sheer fucking rage in his eyes. There was too much to unpack here, and he didn't have the fucking time. Their guest of honor was on his way, and Markus was planning on greeting him at the door. And he wouldn't be going alone.

“Quit gawkin'. Let's go.”

Markus said as he shouldered his way past Isobel—his umbrella bearer following close behind—and pointed to the sputtering sprinklers dotting the ceiling. A well-placed bolt of ice and the sprinklers—along with the rest of the ceiling—were instantly frozen solid. Markus huffed his discontent at having to clean up other peoples' messes. Fuckin' amateurs.

Trudging through puddles until he reached the opposite end of the gallery, Markus nodded at a second man in a black suit who'd kept to his post in this corner of the room all night, just as he had been instructed to do. The man nodded solemnly in response and stepped aside to let the King through yet another hidden doorway. Markus entered, leaving his umbrella man behind, and Isobel as well if she didn't keep up.

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@Saturn_moon Lucem Arcanist

Lucem and Arca tag mostly b/c Ezra and Carmine get little shout outs in this one

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[Damafaud]

Serpents Arc 1: Scene 3 [We'll Do It Live]

Tri, the Jack Deacon
Housing Zone 4, North District
Yuudai, Delynn, Yeona, Kisara
Mention: Taigakitt , Mook-LandStrider , mewmilk simj26​

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A lot of things happened while Tri was in the car. For instance, snipers aiming at Delynn. For instance, Kisara fighting two HPs. Of course, the doctor had no time to observe those two. Closer to his refuge was a beast vs beast scene, King Yuudai against Wolf Man. As expected of King, he was strong. It made him not wanting to 'fuck shit up' and just watched the action. Tri cheered flatly with his megaphone so he felt like contributing, like "GG well played", "Oof, that's rough, buddy", and "Wait don't throw him here-"

Yuudai's last throw had sent the Wolf Man flying close to the car, sending Tri into a bit of a fluster. He didn't expect to be suddenly in danger like this. So, when Wolf Man shouted and looked like he was going to charge in,

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A tennis ball-like projectile hit Wolf Man's face and exploded into a pink smoke. Tri muttered something about being surprised and everything being a pain before regaining his bearing.

He cleared his throat. Megaphone time. "Sometimes, you need help in life. Prosperity. Power. Sex."

Tri stepped out of the car. In his hand? A huge gun so pink, red, and heartful it looked like a toy gun. Pink smoke sizzled out of its muzzle as Tri posed like a salesman offering a vacuum cleaner. "Lovemaker 2000. Helping people with libido since its inception."

In other words, the gun shot aphrodisiac. Strong enough to affect HPs. Tri shot the gun everywhere.

Spherical projectiles travelled in a parabola, exploding into beautiful pink smokes everywhere like a valentine-themed color run. Amidst it all stood Tri, still with a look of utter disinterest. The gun was a prototype for his love-themed heist. Might as well test its potency now. With a flash of his mind, a white glow covered Yuudai before disappearing, rendering the aphrodisiac null for the moment. Similar glow would appear around Delynn and Kisara should their fight bring them close to the pink smokes.

"Hm."

Then, as an afterthought, he asked Yuudai, "King. Should I keep the field or do you want to be horny?"

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Cohen Cleaning Crew Mission Log:
- Finished with lunch
- No one wanted to drive
- The driver will be decided through a game of Monopoly

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[Peckinou]

Helva Ezie Linxal

https://www.rpnation.com/threads/four-heavenly-kings-cs-thread.503332/post-11147717

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 2 [A Gathering Storm]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hide Caffeine_Obsessed , Alex Tobi Naefaerne , Hector WhiskeyMarten , Akane Anne Boolean

A Gathering Storm

Helva was able to spot Alex moving off of the boat, as she sat in her vehicle and listened to her Radio, only for it go off listing Alexs stupid plan of not giving any sorta information, that would of been worthwhile to know before all this mess. He never went over any group spot and she had to relie on Zulin for a bit of information, strangling Alex after their vengeance is done would have to be second on their list, she was fine with change of plans but little information mixed with no clear location of a meet up spot sorta annoyed the hell out of her, especially if a emergency situation like this happened. Zulin you know where Alex is going? the response was a bit slow, so she took the time to put her car in drive, when Zulin finally did respond his reply was No idea, I'm doing my own thing now, I'll meet you there, GOOD LUCK!!! Helva figured he would do that, Zulin was only helpful when he wanted to be helpful, plus Alex assuming that Zulin would tell them would only decrease the chance of him actually telling her. Which is why her new option would be to play catch up with Alex, so she simply went on to floor her gas pedal, as she went in the direction Alex ran off in, having one of the fastest cars was totally useful in situations like this. Though dodging other cars was the real hassle, she really wish she had brought her motorcycle at this moment for it would of made things way easier, having Libla here would of made keeping up with Alex too easy. Plus Libla would of been more than willing to help, though she would be more limiting in combat since she was only able to successfully go with a limited amount of tactics mostly attack and speed based ones. Nevertheless, Helva trusted that Zulin would appear whenever their was a call to action, and she was strong and tactical enough alone to get by without her Shadow Friends assistance.

 

[Nobody Special]

VULKEN BECKMAN

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 3 [Training Day]

LOCATION:

Southeast Bridge, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Reika, Dimitri, Auvura, Darren, Kanna, Ruriko, Guardian, Shen

CURRENT STAGE:

2 (Current Temp: 1,500°F / 815.6°C)

TRAINING DAY

As he shot upwards towards his target, Draken caught sight of something that forced him to regain his cautiousness, though it was only for a mere second. Everything that was happening around them turned black as the sky above them. A glimpse at the blue-haired King’s unwavering eyes painted an unnerving picture in the phoenixes eyes:

A dangerous, flaming star on the cusp of a supernova– one with enough destructive power to level an entire country, mindlessly careening towards a large and unmoving planet composed entirely of steel.

It managed to quell his rage for a moment, but it was already too late. His fist was ready to aim and fire, and he wouldn’t feel any better if he paused his assault before it ever even got to truly begin. Heat continued to surge throughout his body with every beat of his heart. The tension of holding his fist back from causing inevitable destruction was becoming too much for him to handle. Without wasting any more time, he finally let his hand fly forward to let off a powerful, blistering-hot strike.

He’d made his way past steel before, and he’d do it again.

Finally, Draken’s fist had connected– but not with its intended target. Instead, his knuckles had embedded themselves deep within one of Shen’s revolving metal spheres. The star had collided with one of the planet’s orbiting moons. While he could feel the vibrating sensation ring throughout his arm, the adrenaline rushing through his veins numbed any pain he should have been feeling. His attack had been halted, but he had no plans of stopping until he claimed victory. Utilizing the momentum from his first attack, he sent his right hand flying forward in the form of a blazing cross, only for it to be caught within the other metal sphere that had been revolving around his opponent. The metallic orbs quickly sheathed his limbs– and before he knew it, both of his arms had been immobilized.

No big deal. He’d just turn up the heat until he could break out. He didn’t even take the time to acknowledge the fact that he was still suspended mid-air, and could probably be dropped at any time. Instead, all of his focus went into his attempts to free himself from the steel, spherical handcuffs on him. His efforts were wasted, however, as the restraints immediately began to spread out and further restrain him by tightening around his whole body.

Draken had been put to a complete halt. He continued to struggle, only for the Dragon King to gently lower him to the bridge, and bolt him against the asphalt beneath him like some sort of caged beast. It wasn’t too far off, considering the fact that his rage was now on the brink of boiling over.

There he sat, bound and riveted to the ground, as Shen remained above him. It was pissing him off– The way he stood over him, the nonchalant expression plastered on his face, the way he so effortlessly (or, so it seemed) disarmed him and detained him. It was all pissing him the fuck off.

Then, for the first time, Shen spoke.

“Stay put.”

Instantly, a new fire began to violently conflagrate within Draken’s eyes. However, instead of showing his heightened level of rage, instead of trying to attack or yelling out of frustration–

He laughed.

At the top of his lungs, he laughed. Perhaps it was a brief fit of lunacy, or maybe he actually just found it funny. He didn’t have an answer for it himself. There he layed, cackling at the top of his lungs as he continued to struggle to get out of his restraints. It went on for about half a minute before he abruptly paused, his demeanor quickly switching to an eerily serious one. His irises moved to glare directly at his enemy, before he uttered a set of words that he hadn’t seriously announced to someone since he was the Jack of his gang.

“Ah, Man. I’m gonna kill you.”

Then, he began to spread his arms and legs outwards. The metal constraints that surrounded him began to creak as he pushed against them, but fought to remain against him. Then, he slowly began lifting his torso off the ground to loosen the bolts that kept him down. Such simple movements were incredibly energy-draining due to the strain he had to put out to keep it up, but his anger helped to fuel his efforts. After a few more moments of fighting with his constraints, he had finally freed himself, accentuated by the loud snapping noise of the metal around him breaking apart.

Once Draken was free, he slowly lifted himself from the ground, shaking off any remains of the fetters that had been holding him down. His temperature was still rising, but this was one of the rare occasions where he didn’t want to advance to his next stage. Beating this guy with his bare hands would be much more satisfying after what he just tried.

This time, instead of charging in, Draken decided to wait for Shen to make the first move. He’d have to be careful to not get caught in the same trap again, as his chances of the apathetic man standing before him being as lenient with his attack the second time had surely thinned. Instead, he stared him down, keeping his fists up in case any metal decided to come flying toward him again. Should the man try to leave him there, he’d have no choice but to take the offensive again.

It was time for the two dragons to dance.

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  OverconfidentMagi (Dante) The Regal Rper (Vince) BriiAngelic (Lucy) cojemo (Reina) WhiskeyMarten (Darius) The One Eyed Bandit (Anna) Nobody Special (Bash) Elenion Aura (Raph)
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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TAZMANIAN DEVIL

"TAZZ"​

<<< Remember

His attempt to soften the landing was unsuccessful as his back slammed hard into the cool concrete beneath the sunless sky. He was now pinned under the Sable Serpent but wriggling his way out.

"Sorry~ Pahdon me, I'm just- just tryna-" he grunted a little, pushing up his goggles, but the Serpent wouldn't let him go so easily.

Every effort August made was to no avail, and the taste of regret fell bitter on his tongue. Even in his struggles, a tired yawn teased his throat.

He and the Serpent wrestled with the Serpent overpowering him as it went on--an unfortunate reminder of his weak endurance and pathetic capacity for energy, like a baby kitten in the tightening coil of a python's grasp.

Behind his mask, a nervous smile to hide his growing concern--not from the Serpent but from himself--for the outcome of this fight.

Oh, he could see it already... Lucy and the other Tigers hovering over his bloodied corpse, calling his defeat in to Markus, who takes the news with diabolical pleasure. If he was handed a pen there and then, he'd have used the Serpent's chest as a surface to write his will, that all of his personal belongings go to Isobel.

But what point would there be in that? Markus had it all, and half of his so-called personal belongings were stolen goods anyway. They would be simply repossessed and returned to their rightful owners or, that of his collection without missing reports, would be withheld (or whatever else is customary).

What a drag.

"Hear-... me out, mate-" August strained against Raph's force and weight. "I don't-... want... urgh-"

But Raphael kept him pinned, feigning deaf to his attempts at negotiation. "What's that? Speak up, darling~"

It was irritating.

August pressed his hands into Raph's shoulders, pushing up against the man's equally, if not greater, opposing power. If it were a battle of physical strength, it seemed August would lose.

Their eyes made contact briefly.

In almost an instant, having finally reached some level of impatience, dual vortexes of rapid wind raced down the Tiger's arms to blast the Serpent off of him with only enough power to do just that, as August's intentions were not yet to harm this man. Unfortunately, he couldn't speak for the dust, dirt, and chips of concrete that accompanied the wind, swept up like a vacuum and spit out in the other's face.

Quickly, August gathered to his feet and dusted himself off. "Sorry, mate-..." He gave a sympathetic smile, albeit unseen, "'At's what the goggles're foh..." Cocking his head to the side, he said uncomfortably, "Honestly, you'd think it pretty lame how long it took me t' actu'lly staht wearin'em."

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[Nova Anyw]

Callahan Bordeau,
Tiger's Arc 1, Scene 3: The High Life.
Markus (Ele), Wonder Woman (GrieveWriter), Yulia (Rot), Isobel (Saturn) Elias (QuirkyAngel)
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Everything was chaos, to Callahan. Just as he had gotten quite a number of the people contained, the sprinkler system had been shot–literally–someone was shouting about gas, and Elias had just dropped down and tagged Cal, and gave him… memories?..

It was all shouting and rain and running, but considering most of the NPs had been contained already, thanks to his handy ladder, Callahan had already been considering making his presence sparse. Now, however? He knew who had started this brawl.

Knowing there was a face behind the chaos changed things. Callahan spent a moment in contemplation, looking up at the rows of confused and now calming NPs Elias had gotten to. His eyes traveled over bruises, broken bones, blood and flesh… someone was responsible for it all. It made him sick, and he knew who to blame, so he took hold of the bottom of his ladder.

In planting his foot against the base, Callahan started to bend, and eventually snap the lowest rung from the structure. Through the chaos, he could be heard groaning and grunting alongside the creaking squeaks the metal made as he tore it free from the main body. And in one final stomp, he re-extended the ladder’s new bottom into the floor to secure it.

Elias had already taken off, and Yulia was close behind him. In the time it had taken Cal to reclaim his equipment, they all had disappeared through the exit.

They would need the head start, anyhow.

Callahan took in a deep breath, and extended his new ladder fragment. This breath, however, caused his vision to start growing more… vivid, while he worked again to snap the ladder into two halves--one for each hand--The world seemed to be exploding all over again, into brighter colors, new sounds; the concepts of people and objects started to become a little bit… hazy, though all these details hardly mattered to him for the time being.

With a ladder rung in each hand, both spiked and bent at the ends where they had been twisted free of their parents, Callahan lurched forward. He aimed for the exit the others had taken off through, and he broke into a sprint. It was a long, powerful stride that, through a drive for speed and an odd lack of inhibition, quite literally broke ground with each step.

It hadn’t taken long for Cal to catch up to his fellow Tigers in chase, though it wasn’t hard to notice the only reason he was moving in a straight line was due to the speed he was going; like a bicycle down a hill, as he wobbled back and forth with each stride. Unlike them, however, Callahan felt no need to simply keep pace with their target. So on he barreled past them, shouting a slurred, but sincere apology for bumping them as he went. Working to apprehend the man responsible for this madness… Though he found the figure had already reached the stairwell, and was descending as quickly as his legs could carry him.

There was no time to stop. Even if he had wanted to, Cal wasn’t quite certain his legs would listen well enough before he would charge his way out over the stairs, and the whole gap seemed to be twisting and dark. Heights weren’t much of an issue, though. Years of work on buildings and structures had taught Callahan that much. So, he didn’t bother to slow himself.

Instead, Cal slammed the two ladder rungs together, and extended them both. He managed to grow them both in such a way that they had become interwoven, caught in each other like two rings of metal, and he extended one out in front of himself.

Just as this first ladder had gotten trapped across the gap of the stairwell, Cal let himself plunge right down it. Heedlessly diving down toward the ground, fifty flights ((and then some)) below… All the while, clinging to the second ladder that was stuck, hanging from the first. Extending it as rapidly as he could, in order to descend without the need to touch a single step.

Indeed, between the speed he was falling, and the fact that whatever was in his lungs was making the world twist and spin, he sped right past the man responsible and never even recognized it.

Whatever was left of Callahan’s functional mind was made up. He would beat this freak to the bottom.

 

[Roda the Red]

Charlie

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 1 [From the Ashes]

LOCATION:

Phoenix HQ, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Boltius

FROM THE ASHES

<<< Remember

"We ain't gotta lotta time, here, lady" Boltius wasn't doing a great job at keeping calm in this situation, and honestly, Charlie could understand why, a comrade of theirs had just been killed in cold blood, and they were just walking around almost aimlessly, failing to do any progress on the investigation... But even if that was the case...

"BOLT, CUT IT OUT ALREADY" Said charlie while grabbing Boltius by the shoulder. "I know how you feel but please, this woman did nothing to us and doesn't deserve that we berate her like that!"

Charlie's attention was once again directed at the woman. "Nice to meet you, I'm Charlie and this is my friend Boltius, we're part of the Scarlet Phoenixes" He gives a slight bow while placing his open right hand against his chest. "We are looking for someone with a potentiality related to black butterflies, so any information could be useful, if not then we thank you for your time"

He was admitedly close to explaining it was due to a murder, but really that was probably the last thing she needed to hear, still, it was only proper to at least give her a warning. "Also, be very careful if you see anyone suspicious, we think there's some bad people around right now".

Charlie turned his gaze to Bolt, or more specifically to his phone, waiting for whatever helpful answer may come from it.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Meirin Azuza

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 1: Scene 3 [Eye of Providence]

LOCATION:

Pleasure District, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Yo, Kasumi, Kazue

Eye of Providence

Meirin instinctively held the phone away from her ear as a gunshot sounded from the other end, her eardrums ringing slightly. Large ears certainly served to amplify sound, but fortunately not by too much all things considering…and she was used to hearing gunshots. Five years of being a Dragon—of being a gangster—had familiarized her with the sound of guns. Loud noise didn’t really frighten her either. Pressing the speaker button on her phone, Meirin slipped the device into the sash wrapped around her quipao/kimono-esque garments as she sprinted along the many rooftops of the Pleasure District, her eyes still searching for the source of the gunshots while she listened to Kasumi reply

…and was that Kazue? They hadn’t found cover yet?

“She’s right, Cipher! Get yourself to safety first! I’ll find the gunner and put a stop to the bullets as soon as I can!”

Talking and moving wasn’t really an issue for her, but then, unlike Kasumi, Meirin was used to fieldwork. From the top of Paradise Forever, she’d been able to guess a general direction of the gun based on sound and instinct…but that was as far as she got. Roof to roof, house to house, Meirin checked…though checked was too generous of a word. She gave it a quick glance. That was it. Time was of the essence, after all. Wherever the attacker had fired from, it had to be in open space given how powerful the bullets sounded and how far it must have traveled to reach HQ—so she kept to the rooftops, uncaring if civilians saw her.

If Isaiah’s potential was working, they wouldn’t be able to see her anyway.

No gun here…no gun there…it honestly wasn’t until the second volley of bullets that Meirin managed to pinpoint the source of the gunfire, but, by then, she’d been close enough to actually see the bullets as they sailed their way to HQ even in the dark. The rounds were by no means small. In fact, “bullets” wasn’t an entirely accurate description of them. They were more like mini missiles.

Narrowing her eyes, Meirin shot forward, quickening her pace until she finally came upon her goal—some kind of bulky bazooka-launcher set on a tripod that looked like it could’ve been built by Kasumi. Or Jesper. Meirin couldn’t say she knew much about the rookie that ran the Guardian project when it was launched…since he rarely left his house…and she had no idea what he did in there all day…but from what little rumors flying around Dragon HQ she’d managed to pick up, the boy was smart. Then again, the Albrechts Industries was a fairly famous tech company in the East.

Merin took a deep breath, her ears shrinking back to normal size.

This was no time for distraction. A quick glance around showed that the one(s) who targeted Dragon Headquarters was nowhere in sight…but the dumb machine was still firing—its target locked on HQ. Or…perhaps something in HQ. Meirin didn’t know. Meirin didn’t care. She drew her arms back, her fists growing, and growing, and growing, until it was larger than the bullet-firing device she stood to the side of. In some ways, partial size manipulation was more difficult than a full body size manipulation. It required more precision.

As she lifted her arms into the air, her limbs also extended and grew to ease her lift of the large, grossly disproportional fists. One feet, two feet….ten feet. Meirin estimated what she would to break the device as she brought both fists down like a hammer upon the gun. A thunderous crashing sound followed. Truthfully, Meirin probably overestimated what she needed a bit as she felt the metal crunch beneath her clenched fist and the roof tremble, the floor cracking slightly from the impact she’d left. Still, it never hurt to be safe. She had to make sure the dangerous device was disabled, after all. She bashed it several more times to be sure, releasing the pent up stress she’d been feeling with every stroke aimed to flatten the gun like a pancake.

“I think I’ve broken the gun! We can talk now, right?”

…Unless there were more guns and more bullets out there. Disabled cameras. Robin, Caomei, Kanna, and many other Dragons being doxed. Meirin had no idea what was going on. Nor could help much with the technological side of things…like fixing whatever caused the system failure of the Pleasure District. Meirin was a fighter. She could only assist by way of breaking things.

“I couldn’t find the shooter. They were already gone when I arrived.” Meirin reported to the phone tucked in her sash. Truthfully, she was a little grateful of that since she had no desire to get into a fight. Enemies of the Dragon had to be killed…and Meirin never fancied getting blood on her hands. “How are things on your end? Is anyone hurt?" She hadn't be able to stop the second volley, after all...or whatever following bullets may have followed before she managed to smash the murder machine. "Is there anything else you need me to break?”

Gingerly taking a step forward to inspect the remains of the device that she (hopefully) destroyed, ready to react instinctively in the event that it blew up on her or something, Meirin blinked when felt her something beneath her foot. She picked it up. A phone. The sliced up remains of a phone. Whoever had been up here seemed to be good with a sword…or something along those lines. Meirin sighed. Strangely enough, she could smell the sighs of fire in the night as well…though she had zero clue what it could mean beyond the possibility that someone could be in danger.

Fire in the pleasure district. Gunfire in the Pleasure District. System failure in the pleasure district. The Warden of Eternal Night Palace, the Sleeping Giant of the Azure Dragons, was not happy. She could only hope Jun and the others of Eternal Night Palace hadn’t gotten caught up in the current mess. War was war, but Meirin had always been a believer of fair war play—that there were ethics in a clean war that even soldiers ought to abide in.

“…If you want, Cipher, I can return to Paradise Forever and pick up whatever phone the Ace needs to scan…and I’ve got a picture of someone I hope you can help me find as well when you’ve got the time…just a personal request though.”

Meirin still didn’t know if Swallowtail was the murderer they were looking for, but she also knew that finding someone, in a large city like New Oasis, wasn’t her expertise. Meirin trusted Kasumi. More than Jesper, who was a rookie she barely knew, at any rate. His father, the one who launched the Guardian Project, sounded like a rather frightening guy. While she trusted Yo and Shen as well (Yo more than Shen) she also knew they were Dragon Leadership. They had their own responsibilities. Turning Jay’s friend in to be hunted down by the dragons wasn’t her intention—not yet in any case. Not until the facts were confirmed.

“I’ll send you a copy of the the picture later…but, in the meantime, I smell fire…”

Meirin's eyes shot over to where smoke seemed to be rising to the sky.

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[Lucem]

Ezra Knight

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 1: Scene 2 [Money Talks]

LOCATION:

The White Tiger Casino, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Alice, Cassidy, Charmy

MONEY TALKS

As he turned a corner, Ezra glanced at Titus from the corner of his eye when the man regained consciousness. He listened as his passenger tried to answer his question between labored breaths, only to be disappointed by the lack of important details. He still didn't know who was behind this incident or what their objective was, but the quavering words confirmed his theory. Titus made some poor investments and ended up as a pawn in a larger group's scheme to swindle the Tigers. While the gambler seemed like an unreliable choice for a puppet, it made sense for the people pulling his strings to bring in someone else to act in their place, allowing them to easily wash their hands of the situation if it took a turn for the worse. Knowing he'd been forced into a position like that, it was no wonder Titus had been drunk the entire night. Anyone would need a bit of liquid courage before trying to cheat the Tigers out of their money.

It was possible that Titus could've been feeding him false information, but Ezra was inclined to believe the brief confession. He couldn't imagine that the man would want to lie on the enemy's behalf after they butchered him. He was also certain he could see through any attempt Titus made to hide the truth. After the time they spent playing cards together, he learned that his former opponent was a poor actor, so he didn't think the emotional display was a mere performance. It truly looked as if he was about to break down. Although, Ezra didn't have any sympathy to offer. The man's mewling was more of an annoyance than anything.

Right as he was about to warn Titus not to let any tears or snot ruin the upholstery, Ezra was distracted by a different kind of whining. Upon hearing what sounded like the whirling of turbines, he looked at the center console to see what the rear view cameras had picked up. While he was surprised to see a previously unnoticed aircraft tailgating him, he didn't have any time to question its sudden appearance. Now staring down the barrel of a very large gun, he pressed harder on the gas pedal, speeding up as the back of his car was assaulted by heavy artillery.

Keeping a tight grip on the steering wheel, Ezra did his best to avoid the gunfire as he sped down the street. It was impossible to dodge everything as the aircraft kept easy pace with them, but his car wasn't brittle enough to be immediately torn apart by the sudden assault. It was the only thing his father gave him that had any actual value, built to withstand whatever danger was waiting for him in the underworld. Unfortunately, there was a limit to how much punishment it could take, and the slugs would eventually tear through the layers of armor.

"It seems they're not happy that I've stolen the role of your chauffeur." He expected at least one member of the troupe to give chase, but he didn't expect them to do so in an aircraft armed with an autocannon. Whoever these people were, they certainly had a lot of funding. However, it wasn't enough for them to pass up on an opportunity to steal from King Cold's coffers. Speaking of which, it seemed like an appropriate time to update Markus on his delivery.

Turning on his new phone, Ezra briefly looked at the screen to tap the small microphone symbol located beneath the chat history between him and the boss. Looking away from the road to send a text didn't seem like the best idea, so he opted to compose the message with his voice. "Your order will arrive shortly. Although, I'm currently being pursued by an enemy aircraft that's equipped with an autocannon, so there may be complications. It came out of nowhere, so there's probably an HP piloting."

He most likely wouldn't receive a response, but he at least wanted to give the King fair warning before pulling up to his penthouse with an uninvited guest. There was only a short distance between him and his destination, so it was possible that the Tigers at the party had already noticed the commotion. Even if they were cranking up the volume over there, it'd be hard to miss the explosive sounds that were quickly approaching.

The boss had been informed, and the finish line was in sight, but he couldn't afford to relax when his airborne adversaries still insisted on ruining his car's paint job. He'd been using his Potential to repair the damage, but he couldn't keep it up forever. He was confident in his ability to keep the vehicle pristine until the enemy ran out of ammunition, but letting them get close to the penthouse with a weapon like that was a bad idea. He had to find a way to disable it before reaching Markus.

While his Potential was versatile, it couldn't be used to attack. Not in a conventional way, at least. Usually, he had to rely on his surroundings and intelligence to compensate for his lack of firepower, and this time was no different. There wasn't much for him to work with while confined to a car, but his brain was still fully functional. Although, the idea it produced made him question if there were a few loose screws.

For this insane plan to work, he'd need to get his hands on one of the bullets fired from the autocannon, something that was easier said than done. If he waited until they eventually pierced through the car's armor, he'd be able to recover any rounds that got stuck. However, there was a chance Titus could get hit. After coming this far, he couldn't risk failing. As much as he didn't like it, there was only one option left.

Focusing on the sound of the gunfire and the resulting impact, Ezra tapped his finger against the steering wheel, counting how many rounds were being fired at once. Ten. That should be fine. Waiting wouldn't make him any more eager to carry his plan out, so he decided to just get it over with. And right after saying I didn't want to take a bullet for this guy.

Resisting the urge to let out an exasperated sigh, Ezra turned on the radio. As soon as he heard the twang of an acoustic guitar, he immediately changed the station, cutting off the incoming southern drawl and replacing it with soothing jazz. On the off chance he died during this stunt, he refused to bleed out to the sound of country music.

"Grab the wheel." As he rolled down the window, Ezra called for Titus to take over. "Just relax and listen to the music. The GPS will tell you where to go." His substitute probably wasn't in the best state to be driving, but he wouldn't be gone for very long. Regardless of the outcome, this would end quickly.

As soon as Titus took the wheel, Ezra quickly climbed out of the window and pulled himself up to the roof. The powerful wind threatened to knock him over as he tried to balance on the speeding vehicle, inching closer to the line of fire. As he eyed the imposing war machine from behind his wildly swaying bangs, he recalled the last time he was in this position. For an entire month, he'd been forced to endure hellish training overseen by a so-called tutor hired by his father. In truth, the instructor was nothing more than a madman who shot at him all day and night, only stopping when he was satisfied. He survived those thirty days of torture, but there was no time to rest before he was shipped off to "study" under the next psychopath masquerading as a professional. Those memories weren't very pleasant, and he still didn't care about this ridiculous errand his father had sent him on, but it was thanks to those two years of preparation that he learned how to return fire.

Without a second thought, Ezra put himself in the path of the bullets, using his arms to cover his vital areas. He'd protected himself from instant death, but he couldn't do anything about the pain that shot through his body as molten slugs tried to rip him apart. He felt an unbearable heat as his flesh was torn, but all he could do was endure and dig his heels into the roof while trying not to be knocked back by the sudden force. Not a single sound escaped his lips as he channeled his power and focused on how he wanted to use it in that instant.

The moment the projectiles touched him, they became his. Time flowed in reverse, and they were reconstructed, brought back to the moment the primer set off the chemical reaction needed to propel them. As Ezra healed his wounds, he watched the bullets return to where they came from, traveling back down the autocanon's rifling with enough force to disable the weapon and put an end to its nonstop barrage.

His body had been repaired, but Ezra was still reeling from the experience. Almost on his knees, he panted as the last of the blood vanished. As unpleasant as the experience was, he never doubted that his plan would succeed, and seeing the enemy get burned by their own fire put a smirk on his face. Sadly, there was no time to relish the moment. He still had a job to do, and until Markus had his pig, one small victory meant nothing.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Ezra crawled back inside through the window, urging Titus to move. "Scooch." As soon as he jumped behind the wheel again, the car picked up speed. He'd use this chance to try to put some more distance between him and the aircraft, but he remembered to keep an eye out for any other hazards.

 

[Taigakitt]

Day of Reckoning

Reckoning: Ruriko ( Beann ]) | Kanna ( FabulousTrash ) | Jesper ( AriAriAbabwa ) | Shen ( Elenion Aura )

Training Day: Reika ( Taigakitt ) | Dimitri ( The Prophet ) | Vulken ( Nobody Special )

Entering Peeps: Auvura ( Mook-LandStrider ) Darren ( Rantos )

Collab With: Taigakitt

It Don’t Mean A Thing






Kanna had pushed the car back, to which the sword-wielding girl had to adjust her balance, but considering they were standing in a speeding car earlier, she wasn’t quite caught by surprise from the shift in momentum.

Not like the car could go much further back anyway as it was slammed into the car behind them, causing further damage in the pile-up.

The girl didn’t move off the hood as Kanna had looked away to the new company. Ghoul pulled out a phone, his eyes quickly reading what came in.

The river below seemed to pull away, lowering a couple inches.

Kanna then rushed forward without any indication she was about to do so, but Mei was able to deflect the staff with her sword. She was not, however, able to stop herself from being grabbed. “Oh,” she nonchalantly said.

Kanna managed to slam the butterfly-clad girl to the ground. Her matte-skin flaked, fluttering onto Kanna with the drop.

Ghoul could be heard taking a sharp breath as he hopped over the door onto the pavement, “Oooh, Kanna touched her.” Ghoul wasn’t letting the Dragon Jack’s real name be forgotten.

The flakes that came off the girl were close enough to affect Kanna, and she would start to feel the affects almost instantly. Paralysis. Kanna wouldn’t be able to move temporarily.

Ghoul then spoke up, “Monarch! You okay?”

The girl, Monarch, pushed Kanna off as she retreated back to Ghoul and Lupine. She wiped her face off, “Eternally dying,” came her toneless response.

“Yep,” Ghoul seemed unphased by the morbid response.

“So utterly unharmed then?” Lupine stated as he got out of the car with his gun still drawn swapping targets from the hopeless NP to the approaching Guardian.

A pepper of bullets were sprayed at them by Guardian, to which Ghoul jumped in front of where the driver sat, protecting the NP from the spray. The bullets dented and fell off of Ghoul’s body.

Once the spray ended Lupine shot a single shot adding to the force of the gunshot itself with his fog itself shooting the bullet faster than it would naturally.

The roar of rising water could then be heard, as if coming with barely a warning as it towered over the bridge, slamming into the bridge, traveling from the south side. Cracks could be heard as concrete shattered from the impact, the bridge shuddering as if an earthquake rocked it.

The water would pour over everyone on the bridge, and once cleared, Ghoul, Lupine, and Monarch were no longer immediately visible.

It seemed they were blasting off again, rocketed into the air as smoke cleared from the bridge and dissipated following the water strike. The sound of the wind swishing to Central was all that was left behind.


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[gxxberkit]

YONG-YUT SOMSRI

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 1 [From The Ashes]

LOCATION:

Phoenix HQ, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Lyric, Ziz, Bernardo

From The Ashes

<<< Remember

Yong-Yut gave a curt nod in response to Lyric’s instructions. It made sense to cover as much ground as they could. She turned her head towards the others as the King continued giving out directions.

When Lyric started moving, Yong-Yut followed, giving her a confused look when she gestured. Realizing she was supposed to make a choice, she paused, clicking the toe of her shoes on the ground a couple times. After a moment of deliberation, she glanced at Lyric, and then towards Fixer in an effort to figure out what he was going to do. Facing forward again, Yong-Yut began walking northwest.

As they tread forward, Yong-Yut surveyed the area around them, keeping an eye out for anything that seemed suspicious. They passed by various people, what seemed to be a large, moored boat from her angle, and a good amount of birds. A little more birds than usual, even. There are... a lot of birds tonight. She ran her hand through one of her pigtails, furrowing her eyebrows. “Hm.”

She gestured towards the birds to mention them, before being interrupted by the King getting a text message. She glanced at Lyric's pocket and then at Lyric herself. “What's that?”

 

[Elenion Aura]

Shen

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 1: Scene 4 [Reckoning]

LOCATION:

South-East Bridge, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

...

DAY OF RECKONING

Shen had already all but forgotten about the Phoenix whose wings he'd clipped, his sights now set on the remaining set of red-heads still on the field who were currently giving Guardian a hard time. This was all starting to feel like a game! Or a chore. Like cleaning up a mess that he wasn't responsible for making in the first place... But he was the King, Shen reminded himself. Everything was his responsibility. That thought made him feel... Not very good. Shen took back what he'd thought earlier. This ordeal didn't feel like a game to him at all. Games were supposed to be fun! Not... This. Why was he feeling this way? He was about to quell an attack on his district—he was one-third of the way there already, and felt secure, too secure, in the knowledge that he'd bag the other two in short order—so why did he feel... Disappointment? As though he'd been hoping that the Phoenixes would have at least put up more of a fight... What's more, why had it been the case that, when he'd first heard the news of the attack, his first instinct was to feel excited? Instead of concerned? Shen did not like to have to think these thoughts, and yet they would simply not stop coming. How long had it been since he'd become so... So...

Bored.

“Stay put,” Shen had said.

And he'd half-meant it, too. The way Shen saw this encounter—not as a battle, but as a duty that needed to be carried out—meant that for him, the winner was already a foregone conclusion. He was just trying to skip ahead to the resolution... The sooner he'd cleaned up this mess, the sooner he could get back to doing what he enjoyed. What did he enjoy, again?

Sometimes Shen wished he'd been born weak. He wished things weren't always so...

Easy.

A life without struggle is a life without meaning.

So by the time the man he'd thought was beaten started to laugh—a sound which prompted Shen to turn back in time to witness Draken struggling violently against his bonds—a peculiar seed of excitement had begun to take root in the back of his mind. Maybe, Just maybe, he'd get to enjoy himself after all.

Patiently, Shen waited for Vulken to finish his laughing fit. Patiently, he waited—and watched—as the Phoenix raged against his restraints. Slowly, insidiously, Shen's expression began to change, to morph. It started with his head, which tilted subtly to one side exposing the length of his neck. His eyes widened—just a hair—as if to make room for dilating pupils. His mouth, which had up until now been little more than a thin, relaxed line across his face, began to resemble something that just might've been the beginnings of a somehow-not-quite-ordinary smile. It was an expression that paradoxically managed to make him look both younger and older at the same time. To Shen, it all felt like stretching muscles that been neglected for far too long. It felt... Wonderful!

“Ah, Man. I’m gonna kill you.”

When Vulken said that, Shen couldn't stop a giddy little Hm!, from escaping past his lips and leaving him wondering where it had come from... And if there was more just like it, hidden within him, that had yet to surface. It wasn't exactly what Vulken had said that elicited such a response. Rather the way he'd said it, as if he actually believed he could! Perhaps, Shen thought, this was what he was missing. People who didn't already know, people who weren't afraid to fight him... Could... Could he find more people like this outside of the East? If there was even a chance... The prospect was almost too tempting to bear. Even so, Shen's patience was starting to thin. Come on, come on!, he thought, trying to hurry Vulken's escape up with his mind. How long had it been since he'd fought someone who hadn't already accepted their defeat before they had even tried?

Finally, Vulken was free and on his feet. Shen felt his head begin to tilt again, from one side to the other, a wayward lock of hair falling loosely across his face. His eyes were wide and alert, more than they'd been in quite some while. What would he do, now? Would he launch another direct assault? Would he show off another facet of his Potential? Shen's heart raced like it hadn't in... Well, he couldn't remember how long! Battling was fun! When Vulken didn't move, Shen took it as his cue. It was Shen's turn to attack! No more was he the impassive, untouchable, immutable, stagnant Dragon King. He was not a symbol, or an ideal. He was a person. He was alive! Alive. Alive... Now, go!

The ground underneath Shen's feet shattered like glass. He was moving. He was soaring. Unbound, unfettered, unburdened by responsibility or restraint, Shen was flying free, and he was flying very, very fast.

Into Shen's outstretched and waiting palm flowed a rivulet of iridescent metal that sharpened into a piercing spike in his grasp. The heat that emanated off of the Phoenix was already so intense! Sweat beaded Shen's brow as he dared to trespass across the threshold of Vulken's infernal domain before the two men clashed to the sound of ringing steel and roaring heat. Shen found his mark, plunging the metal stake into Vulken's breast. The cloth wrappings along Shen's forearm had long since singed away as the skin below started to bubble. Adrenaline numbed him to the pain of the burns as he pushed the now nearly-molten metal rod deeper. Shen could feel, in that moment, only one thing: gratitude.

I've been living life from inside a dream... But I am awake, now.

When from out of the corner of his eye, Shen caught sight of a red flash. Instantly, the spear became a shield against his flank as a black-heeled foot nearly caved it in. Shen felt the force of the blow translate from the metal bulwark into his body as he was cast into the air, tumbling once over backward before righting himself. His eyes found briefly the sight of the Phoenix Queen beside Vulken, her face a ruin of rage and battle-fueled ecstasy. It was a fleeting sight, quickly eclipsed by a shadow from the river. Shen saw the wall of water as it came crashing down. As it passed over him, a cocoon of starry metallic ooze shimmered into being around him, though the weight of the water was enough to jostle the alien-looking sphere before the water receded, and Shen sent the cocoon away... Only to find that the Phoenixes he'd been watching on the bridge were no longer there.

No, Shen's body thought. Not yet! I'm not finished yet. And yet, try though he might, he could spy neither hide nor red-head of a Phoenix anywhere.

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[FabulousTrash]

Kanna Katsura - Azure Dragons - Jack [CS LINK]
Scene - Dragons Arc 1 | Scene 4: Reckoning
Location - Inter-District Bridge
Mentions/Interactions - Ruriko Ikeda ( Beann ), Vulken Beckman ( Nobody Special )

Why cant I move...

Kanna looked down at the woman, who seemed unfazed by the tackle and the drop. But she couldn't move to follow up on her attack. It felt like she was disconnected from her body, aware of its presence, but unable to control it.

She felt the woman push her away, Kanna's body limp against the concrete. Her eyes moved rapidly, trying to see if anyone was still near her. But from the sound of it, the woman was retreating back to the group. Kanna continued to try and move her arms, her legs, but nothing happened. Her breathing was shallow, barely being able to take a deep breath due to the paralysis.

She was stuck there. To anyone who looked at Kanna briefly, it would look like she was dead.

Seconds felt like hours. Kanna wasn't sure how long this would last. She wasn't sure about anything. Though it didn't show on her face, Kanna was worried. In her mind, many thoughts were swimming around through her head.

Who are they...?
What was their motive...?
Why....-

Her thinking was interrupted by the sound of more gunfire. It sounded away from her. Kanna assumed it was Guardian again, doing their best to assist.

She continued to try and move. Just barely, her fingers began to twitch, the feeling in them returning. But it wasn't enough. Kanna's eyes fixed on the incoming wave of water, towering over the bridge. Her eyes closed shut as she braced for the impact. In a second, the wave crashed down, the force of the water pushing Kanna across the bridge...and over the side. She began to fall.

Kanna's eyes opened, as she watched the bridge get further away from her. She concentrated hard, willing her body to stop falling. It was only a few more feet until the river that Kanna's potential was alive once more. She immediately stopped falling, suspended in the air. Kanna reorientated herself upright, taking multiple breaths and regaining her bearings. Though, time was not on her side, Looking up, the sight of other people falling off grabbed her attention, along with any cars that were still on the bridge. They were all innocent civilians, caught in the line of fire.

Her hand reached for her side, but her staff wasn't there.

Its probably still on the bridge.

Plan B then. There was an empty vehicle right above Kanna. Her hands reached up. As soon as they touched the car, she gripped onto it and swung herself backward, increasing the car's gravity for a second. It was enough for the car to fall faster and swing Kanna up and forward, like a trebuchet. She let go of the car and was on a direct path to catch the falling civilians.

Her hand reached out and grabbed onto the arm of a man, the same man that was driving the car for the hostile trio. Immediately, he stopped mid-air, but Kanna continued forward, pulling him alongside. Her other hand reached for the arm of a woman. Just the same, she stopped falling. As they kept moving, Kanna spoke up towards them.

"Reach out your hands and grab onto someone! Do not let go!"

There were a total of 5 people that were washed over. Everyone else, if there were anymore, were probably just pushed down by the wave, but still on the bridge. Hand in hand, forming a human chain, Kanna reversed their gravity entirely. The group began to float upwards. Soon, they reappeared beside the bridge, but they were too far for Kanna to swing them over.

She looked around the bridge, looking for Ruriko. Once her eyes found her, Kanna called out.

"Ruri! Over here!"

Once Ruriko spotted her, a portal formed below Kanna and the group, a second appearing above the bridge. She lowered the civilians down slowly. Once the last one was through, Kanna was about to go through herself, but something caught the corner of her eye.

Without saying anything, Kanna glided back downwards. She flipped herself downward, looking ahead as her hand reached out, grabbing onto the collar of their jacket. Kanna didn't immediately bring them back up though, as she looked down at who she had just caught. With a slight huffing to her breath, she took a moment before speaking.

"Vulken."

Kanna waited for him to regain his senses. She could feel the heat coming off from his skin against her knuckles, from his potential. Though tolerable, she could feel her skin heating up with a slight burning sensation.

"I can explain everything. But, do you mind cooling down? Its getting hard to hold on from your heat."

Once Vulken returned to normal, Kanna swapped her grip, her free hand reaching for his and the other letting go of his jacket. She reversed their gravity, the pair floating back up towards the bridge. This time, the two were close enough where Kanna could swing them over. She reduced Vulken's gravity slightly, swinging him forward and using his weight to carry the two forward. When they were over the concrete, she lowered them down. Her feet touched solid ground. Kanna took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

Tonight was tiring.

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[Mqueserasera]

REVELER

CS Link

SCENE:

Dragons Arc 1: Scene 1 [Rogue of the Night]

LOCATION:

Pleasure District, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Isaiah, Meirin, Kairong, Reveler, Robin

ROGUE OF THE NIGHT

In the first place, Adonis didn’t expect Swallowtail’s room to be the crime scene itself. But it was a convenient, straight to the point, development. A feast crying to be tasted. He took Angel’s hand again, allowing her to lead him to the room in question, with hot anticipation not unlike that of a bride who squeezes, with just enough might of passion and a quivered touch, on the gloved hand of her groom towards their miraculous wedding night.

As soon as he was released, Adonis stepped into the room, looked about in the dark, and searched and flipped the light switch with not so much as the least consideration for the preservation of the crime scene.

“Yes, yes, stay there,” answered Adonis impatiently, “but right there, at the door. Face away if you wish. But stay.”

Then characteristically, he took in the whole room at once before study with his eyes narrowing for minute detail. He saw the dried pool of blood, but paid it none more mind than the butterfly shaped hair sticks on the nightstand, or Swallowtail’s own personal touch, or lack thereof, in her now-abandoned home.

In two or three long strides he reached the closet, and flung it open. Gowns, dresses, cardigans, jackets, some tees—all of which included more or less a touch of the curious aesthetic of butterflies.

“Butterflies, butterflies,” Adonis muttered, “Makes you wonder if her favorite magical girl is butterfly-themed or something. Is it so childish? No. I refuse any other explanations for this strange obsession. Why else would you give yourself an aesthetic themed after a species of insect, if not to imitate a childhood heroine? Surveying all butterfly-themed magical girls in the last twenty years should go a long way towards profiling this murderer.” There was no basis for this assumption, of course. It was a hunch. But what you might call a detective’s intuition.

He left the closet behind and walked to the sole window. There was nothing of note, it looked towards the building’s backside, some bushes and trees could be seen beyond the deck. But up close, on the windowsill there was blood. Not much, Adonis concluded after examining the mark. If anything, it only further confirmed that the culprit had long fled. A shame. There was certainly something lacking in a murder investigation when you couldn’t exclaim, in part happily, part solemnly, that “the culprit is still in this house!” as should any New Oasis best-selling paperback featured detectives at the end of a dreary first arc.

“Would you do me a favor, Angel?” He raised his head from the windowsill. “Tell me everything you remember about the corpse, whatever it is, I don’t care if it’s important or irrelevant. I just want to hear your lovely voice.”

Next was the dried blood on the floor. There wasn’t anything special about it. Blood is blood. In itself, without a body, blood is nothing worthy of interest. Though it did add wonder to the atmosphere.

“Hmm?” Adonis shifted his gaze to the bedding. Unused bedding. The girl didn’t even have the grace to murder her man after the deed. There was blood there too,
Adonis stooped for a closer look at the bed. There, not immediately obvious to the eyes, some sort of powder scattered on the bedding.

“Would be funny if it was for some deviant play,” he muttered and scooped a sample with his pinky, brought it to his nose, and took a sniff.

At once overwhelmed, his head swung about, eyes closed. The lavender smell barely registered before being drowned out by intense haziness.

"Shit…” he shook her pinky and cast off the powder away as if electrocuted. The room shook slightly as he staggered out of the door. "Get out!” he growled at Angel. Out in the hallway, he leaned his back on the wall, his pallor starkly visible. “Close the door. Seal it. Allow no one inside, you hear me? And go, go now, go and tell that to your manager.”

It took a while for him to regain his color. A message was then quickly passed to the other Dragons investigating the murder.

Almost certain the murderer is Swallowtail, Paradise Forever’s former fresh face. Though she’s long gone now. Obsessed with butterflies, the color violet and magical girls. Poisonous substance found on her bed, next to where the victim’s body was.
simj26 Lucem QuirkyAngel

Then, with considerable reluctance and a half-annoyed, half-resigned grunt, he sent another text:

Basement boy, I need you to look for a young girl. Likely in purple outfit, decorated in one or more butterflies. Name’s Swallowtail. Murdered one of our men. And don’t tell me you and your virtual girlfriend are busy harassing civilians. This takes priority.
AriAriAbabwa

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[Beann]

RURIKO IKEDA

CS Link

SCENE:

Dragons Arc 1: Scene 4 [Reckoning]

LOCATION:

East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Jesper ( AriAriAbabwa ), Kanna ( FabulousTrash ), Shen ( Elenion Aura ), Phoenixes (not really tho)

RECKONING

The bridge was in utter chaos. The sound of bullets were being fired from the other side of the smoke and based on the fire rate, it was unmistakably Jesper's drones. Ruriko clenched her jaw in anger, making a mental reminder to give him hell later for firing in a pretty much open crowd of civilians. It was a miracle that none of the bullets that were sent in their general direction hit her. The rookie always did have a lousy aim - at least, she was convinced he did since she was certain he used aimbot. On top of that, her focus was briefly on Shen as he floated above all the mess after emerging from her portal. A wave of relief washed over her, knowing that he would clean up this shit easily. He was their king after all, the most powerful of all the Dragons.

Jesper's drones grew increasingly louder, pulling her attention away from Shen as she noticed that Guardian had manifested nearby, aiming at the vehicle that the suspects were in. About time he learned how to confirm and lock on targets. It would seem though that the drones were purposely missing, making Ruriko frown. She was absolutely done with showing mercy, done with trying to capture the target alive like Kanna wanted. The damage that these three suspects had caused, while repairable, didn't warrant for mercy anymore. Ruriko unsheathed her katana, her eyes fixated on the other swordswoman that stood on top of the car. She turned her head slightly to look at Kanna, her mouth opening with the intention to let her know that she could handle this opponent. However, Kanna had already been looking in her direction and not a split second after, Ruriko watched her rush the swordswoman to tackle her to the ground.

What was she doing? What. Was. She. Doing? Ruriko's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Was this a joke? She had trained her entire life against other swordsmen and Kanna couldn't think for a split second to trust her to deal with this woman while she could have dealt with the other two suspects? This was absolutely a fucking joke. She watched as Kanna tackled the woman over the hood of the car, hearing the thud on the other side. Whatever. WHATEVER. Her deal was with the white haired asshole anyways. Ruriko quickly shifted her gaze to him as he exited the vehicle through the window, to which he immediately shielded the driver as Guardian fired at them. Wow, it was like they were assholes pretending not to be assholes while causing all this shit that was happening around them.

Before she could even think about joining the fray, her eyes widened in surprise as she watched the swordswoman stand up instead of Kanna. From where Ruriko stood, she couldn't confirm what exactly happened to Kanna but before she could even figure out her status, something else caught her attention. A massive fucking wave towering over the bridge. Fuck. Yeah, fuck that. Without a thought, Ruriko immediately opened a portal underneath herself, falling through as she reappeared in the sky again. She looked down just in time to see the water crash down on the bridge, pushing a few cars off while the sheer force of the wave rocked the entire bridge. This went from bad, to real fucking bad as she thought of all the civilians that would be affected. Ruriko hated closing the link to headquarters but she needed her maximum number of portals if she was gonna help out.

As she fell through the sky, she closed the link to headquarters and created a new one, one that would portal her back down to the bridge. It took her a second to balance herself as the water continued to pour out the sides of the bridge but she managed. Ruriko looked around, her gaze locking on the three targets that started to make their escape. She wanted to chase after them. She could! However, Kanna's voice pulled her attention over to the side of the bridge as she saw her floating in the air with a couple of civilians. Ruriko clicked her tongue in frustration as she made the decision to drop the chase for now and help minimize the damage that was done here. She created her second link, a portal underneath Kanna and another on the bridge. From there, the civilians stepped through, it was clear they were all shaken up by all the events that happened.

"Go. Before anything else happens," she ordered as she pointed towards the Eastern District. Ruriko watched as they all took off in more or less a hurried walk before looking around to see if any other civilians needed help. Before she could spot anyone else in need of help, her attention rested on Shen. Immediately, she froze in place when she realized that it wasn't Shen she was seeing. No, it wasn't her dear friend that she had known ever since she was a rookie. Not the one that would smile effortlessly while addressing her as 'Ru Ri' in a cheerful tune. None of that. It was the Dragon King. The one who had earned his position by beating Shuwei. She remembered the expression, one so indifferent to another's pain while at the same time wanting to inflict more. It sent shivers down her spine as thoughts of Shuwei's pain and sorrow resurfaced, the image of Shen stepping over his defeated body in such a cruel manner. She cared deeply about them both and she didn't want to see Shen like this again. "Sh-Shen." Ruriko called out with a hint of uncertainty in her voice. "SHEN!" She raised her voice, hoping it would reach him but that was merely wishful thinking.

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[Taigakitt]

Yo "Kiyohime" Saiwa
In Scene: Kazue ( azenva ) | Kasumi ( FabulousTrash ) | Meirin ( QuirkyAngel )
Referenced: Babyblue ( BriiAngelic )​

While in the cover of her ice wall, though quickly it got eaten away by the missile-sized bullets, Yo could feel her phone going off– several times, missing Isaiah’s text and Meirin’s phone call. She couldn’t check it right now. Whatever she felt in her arm was probably shrapnel then?

There was a warm, fuzzy feeling that washed over her body for a moment, and it was then that she realized Kazue was helping out. Yo tore the shrapnel out of her forearm before it would get stuck and be even more annoying later on. She’ll thank Kazue later on.

The first wave had ended, giving Yo time to get halfway to her destination before throwing up another ice wall when the second barrage hit. Of course it did. One missile-sized bullet shattered against the ice, causing snow to push up onto Yo’s face.

It wasn’t much longer before the second wave stopped, seemingly quicker this time around. From this distance, she might be able to get a glimpse… She smashed a fist through her ice wall so it could scatter to the ground. Ahead, she could see on the horizon of a building the shape that seemed like Meirin.

So, no more gunfire.

She could only see one figure on the roofs, so she could only assume they probably didn’t find the culprit.

A white-hot feeling started in her belly, expanding outwards. It helps warm up her freezing body from using ice, but it also tends to put her on the hotter side as well. The fire puffed from her mouth in frustration where no one could see her. Running her hands over her horns and face, she re-composed herself with a deep breath, the steam from ice mixing with fire being the last to escape her lips.

“Okay,” she muttered.

Turning around, she melted with her fire any of the ice walls that remained, careful where she aimed so any stray licks didn’t catch buildings.

She caught the tail end of Kasumi’s and Meirin’s current conversation, “In the meantime, I smell fire…”

Yo spoke up so she could be heard, “Rin, I was using fire a moment ago but I appreciate you looking into where it’s coming from if it was not me.” The gunfire must have grabbed Meirin’s attention. Gunfire in the district seemed more important than an investigation in the brothel house that could potentially wait an extra hour or two for further examination.

She rubbed her hands together as she spoke again, “Rin, please be careful. This all seems too coincidental to be separate issues. We lost a bunch of cameras in the district so Jesper won’t be able to provide support for where they may have gone. We can discuss all of our findings once we either stop the terrorists or ensure everyone is safe.”

One last thing was on Yo’s mind as she pulled out her phone to see what all she had missed. Meirin’s phone call and a text from her Ace.

Silence being aggressive was a strange thing to hear. He was one of her go-to’s for silent assassinations that needed to happen but he was practically a big teddy bear to his non-targets. Well, not in a sweet way but a tolerant do-as-you-please way.

Going into the autopsy report for Silence, she emailed Isaiah. She then texted him back, “Emailed you the autopsy. Ran into a situation at HQ so I haven’t been able to read the whole thing. Were you able to figure out why he was there and what information he may have leaked?” That’s saying if he was compromised.

Turning back to Kasumi and Kazue, “Scorpio, Cipher fainted earlier– I was going to have you look her over but she seems fine now. Cipher, I’m going to look for that laptop, If you’d rather stay here, I would understand. Maybe I can get Rin to go with me. Scorpio, you can also stay here or join. I’ll leave the decision up to you both.”

The danger of being shot at wasn’t entirely gone and the opposing gang threat wasn’t stamped out either, but she needed to do something, and that something was destroy that damn laptop.

Yo turned back around, throwing Meirin a text whether she was still on the phone with Kasumi or not, “Depending on the fire situation, after please either join me to look for a laptop or go back and assist at Paradise Forever. Let me know.”

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[Taigakitt]

Reika "Succubus" Tsukiyama
Location: Central-Connecting Bridge into River
In Scene: Shen ( Elenion Aura ) | Guardian ( AriAriAbabwa ) | Ruriko ( Beann ) | Kanna ( FabulousTrash ) | Vulken ( Nobody Special ) | Dimitri ( The Prophet )

Day of Reckoning​

The exasperation from Guardian piqued Reika’s interest briefly. After all, they used her real name and not her alias.

She didn’t like that. The brief surprise quickly turned to unbridled rage. If she had that ability or this was that type of anime, fire would have been seen burning literally in her yellow eyes. In this case, it was just figurative.

She may not have been able to choke slam the bitch, but she wouldn’t stop her attempted assault until she at least got some skin-to-skin contact to transfer a wound–

Whenever she was successful, clarity rang in her ears as nothing happened. Reika kept her wounds and Guardian’s truth was a little bit more known.

On her feet now, Reika glared daggers, “Succubus, bitch. You don’t have the right to use that other name with me.”

Mistake or not, Reika didn’t really believe it was. Everything was too coincidental in her eyes. She was having a nice field day with her Phoenixes, showing them the sights on the back of a flatbed, in neutral territory, only to see Dragons causing mayhem and destruction, as well as having a user that seemed a master of the water arts. No. Reika didn’t want to believe it was a mistake.

Reika was too busy with Jesper to first notice that the Dragon King had made his entrance. After all, to be jumped on the bridge that had been deemed neutral between the two was unexpected and uncalled for.

Feeling the heat and the sound of a “boom” from Vulken told her there were others, but Reika focused on the one that shot at them. Dimitri was soon in to come and help with a slurry of stabs from his sword.

Laughter could then be heard, the laugh quite familiar to Reika. It was Vulken. She turned her back on Guardian, only for her eyes to land on the fucking Dragon King having pinned Vulken to the ground. The lazy, piece of shit face of the Dragons.

Oh? So he called for this then? He told Guardian here to open fire was it? The smoke was their doing to cover themselves up for the surprise? She’d believe all of it if this was told to her.

“Draken!” though her voice was drowned out by everything else going on. The roar of the river below, the loud, windy day, a car crash nearby, probably because of the pile up.

Actually, why could the water be heard from here? She ignored the wall of water wanting to pick up below the bridge. Right now, her fury was on the Dragon King.

She took off running, hopped on the top of a couple cars, trying to catch up with the airborne men, as it seemed Vulken managed to melt through his restraints and take off into the air again.

Her eyes watched as if it was slow-motion Vulken getting stabbed. That should have been her, not him. With a roar of frustration, she jumped from where she stood to close the distance, aiming a not-nice kick to Shen. It wasn’t a nice kick that she had done for Dimitri earlier. Oh no, this used her full force and fury.

She managed to notice that he unfortunately was quite covered up, and she was unable to pass off any wounds to him. Doing that with him would require more finesse.

When Shen went flying, it was at that moment Reika noticed the wall of water towering over the bridge.

“Draken! Jump!”

Running over to Dimitri, she grabbed him up, then looked for Vulken. It was just a stab, she felt he could handle it and she hoped he heard her. There wasn’t enough time for her to snatch him as well, and he had more experience.

"Up and over, Vamp. Time for a swimming lesson."

And over the edge she jumped with Dimitri in tow, right as the water crashed down on the bridge.

Wounds:
Bite to hand
Scraps and bruises from Dimitri
Burnt back from Vulken
Burnt cheek and singed forehead from Vulken and melted metal horn
Broken rib from vehicle
Bullet wounds (closer to scratches) from Jesper drone​

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[Elenion Aura]

RAPHAEL SHAW

CS Link

SCENE:

Serpents Arc 1: Scene 1 [Friends in Low Places]

LOCATION:

Mach Sling Bowling Alley, West-Side Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Anna, Darius, Bash, Dante, Vincent, August, Reina, Lucy

FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES

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“What's that? Speak up, darling!”

Raph was thoroughly enjoying this, the feeling of physical superiority. He enjoyed shoving the baby Tiger back down every time he tried to rise, happy to keep him down, in a role-reversal from his previous fight of the evening. Unfortunately, Raph was too focused on toying with his prey to recognize the irony. The fact that he was still feigning politeness, still squirming meekly beneath him instead of using that interesting Potential of his to blast Raph away, was a sticking point in the Serpent's mind. What's your game, hm? Raph found himself wondering up until the White Tiger apparently had worn through enough patience to try something new.

The blast of wind knocked Raph away, but not for long. He was back on his feet before his opponent had finished dusting himself off, prattling on about dust or masks, or goggles, Raph couldn't tell. He also couldn't care less. Raph's posture was crooked, gnarled, his lips curled in a sneer, or a snarl, or something in between. It looked like it would be a fight, after all! Good, Raph bristled. He'd had enough humiliation—remembering with cold-blooded fury the feeling of Bash's fists battering his guard—and enough defeat for one day, thank you.

It was only a matter, now, of deciding the best method with which to skin this cat. Except, before he could complete his macabre train of thought, Raph's mind was interrupted when the Tiger did something unexpected. He started... Bargaining?

At first Raph couldn't believe what he was hearing, and it no doubt showed plainly on his face. His posture relaxed, as he felt one eyebrow shoot skyward. His lips pursed in confusion. When the shock subsided, Raph let the Tiger finish his sales pitch. He listened and nodded, making a great show of mulling things over, before at last he said, with a gleeful smirk. “Okay!”

This got quite the rise out of the Tiger. Apparently he hadn't been expecting such a response. Raph went on. “There's no need for payment,” he said, placing one hand on his hips. “It's fine. You're free to go. I won't stop you."

... And just when he thought the Tiger had bought it, when Raph thought he saw a glimmer of hope in those baby-blue eyes, he pulled the floor out from beneath him. “... Just kidding.~"

The truth was, that in the time spent convincing the cowardly Tiger that he'd actually let him walk away, Raph had been slowly snaking a trail of blood along the ground until it had wrapped itself like a boa constrictor around the young man's ankle. With a heave, the blood-tether hoisted August up by his ankle, dragging him bodily off of his feet and into the air to dangle like a piece of frozen meat in a butcher's shop.

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Nobody Special The One Eyed Bandit WhiskeyMarten The Regal Rper Doctor Llamabean BriiAngelic cojemo OverconfidentMagi

 

[Taigakitt]

Rogue of the Night: Angel
In Scene: Reveler ( Mqueserasera )​

Angel did as she wanted and stayed outside, away from the door. Her emerald eyes looked untrusting at the room itself as Adonis-Reveler stepped inside. She hoped her cash cow client would remain safe and heed her warning about not touching anything.

Then the light came on.

So much for not touching anything. She sucked in a breath through her clenched teeth.

She didn’t look away though. Being in the business, she had her reasons and actually seeing violence wasn’t truly her deterrent. Angel just wasn’t sure about the whole thing.

Listening to the ramble about butterfly magical girls had her raise an eyebrow. She didn’t feel some of those question-inclined statements in the ramble were directed at her and she wasn’t about to disrupt their thought process.

Then she was directed to answer another question and Angel put her hand up to her chin. “Well, when Eli was seeing me, he was always quiet, took himself a bit seriously, but gentle. If when I first started seeing him he was normal, then the past week was far from it. He was much colder than normal and lashing out. I almost got injured! I swear he started acting weird every time he went and saw Swallowtail instead. I don’t know what she did to him. I didn’t trust a bone in her body. Her upbeat attitude didn’t match her dead eyes. Aah– sorry, went right back to her when you asked about him. I didn’t see him dead, only when he was alive–” she cut herself off when she saw Reveler go to the bedsheets to touch something.

Trust the Dragon to make the right call, right? Maybe he could tell whatever he was touching was safe?

His sudden reaction to whatever he sniffed made her jump and she scrambled out of his way when he left the room. She did as was asked and shut the door. “I’ll text Raven to get it sealed.” She whipped her phone out, doing just that, though she bet Raven heard the commotion regardless.

She went to start going down the hall as requested to ‘go.’ She spoke up as her heels clacked against the wooden flooring, “If you are done with me then, I’ll tell Papa Silver immediately. Come back to see me anytime Baby, preferably not for investigations next time. If you need anything, shout and I’ll return right back to your side!”

Around a corner she disappeared.

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[Nobody Special]

BASH HIRABAYASHI

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 1: Scene 1 [Friends in Low Places]

LOCATION:

Mach Sling Bowling Alley, West-Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Anna, Darius, Raphael, Dante, Vincent, August, Reina, Lucy

✕ POTENTIALS BANNED:

None

Friends in Low Places

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As Bash stood there, crouched low and ready for anything, his mind was racing. Hurry up, he thought, golden daggers piercing every Tiger in his peripheral vision as he impatiently waited for someone, anyone to make a fucking move. His clenched fists began to tremble ever-so-slightly, and for a moment, he thought about taking the initiative himself, as dangerous as that would be.

Before he could further consider that small thought, however, he was distracted by the Tiger Queen’s response to his initial threat. Her cockiness prompted a vein in his forehead to bulge outward, and he growled under his breath.

Come on then, bitch. Come at me first! I’ll show you who the fuck I am…

While he mentally apologized to the woman for calling her a bitch– something his mother and his sister would have smacked him for if they were there to hear it– She called on someone else to lead the assault: ‘Tazz’, whoever the hell that was. He could give a fuck who started it, as long as they hurried the hell up.

Whichever one this ‘Tazz’ was, the Queen’s apparent trust in them to defeat both Bash and Raph gave him the notion that they were one of the more powerful kittens among the litter. Either that, or they were such a loser that the offer of whatever dumbass ‘collector thingy’ the Queen had mentioned was enough to boost their morale high enough to think that they could beat the pair. Instead of wasting time making a decision on which one it could be, Bash instead heightened his focus on all five Tigers. He didn’t know which one ‘Tazz’ was, so he couldn’t take any risks by trying to make guesses.

For once, Bash remained quiet instead of making any foul-mouthed remarks towards the Queen’s choice. They were obviously outnumbered, and his lack of an offensive potential along with the fact that he and his partner in this battle had been beating the shit out of each other mere minutes before now put them at a clear disadvantage. To his own surprise, at moments in-between his hyper-focus on the enemies ahead, he had found himself internally hoping that his masked allies were actually coming. He took a second to snarl out some invisible threats towards them in his mind. If you two don’t hurry the fuck up, I’ll make ya wish ya stayed in this shithole…!

Suddenly, Bash’s eyes locked onto a target who was finally moving. It was some tan-skinned, white-haired freak with an equally strange way of hiding his identity– covering his face with a stupid mask, a stupid hat, and an even stupider pair of goggles. Bash couldn’t help but scoff out a little “Keh!” as he watched the man who could only be Tazz loosen his clothes, obviously getting into a fighting mood. This was the clown that was supposed to beat them both? His vicious grin was pulling at the seams at this point as he shook his eager fists, promising them that he would give them a fresh face to disfigure in just a few more seconds.

The unexpected came shortly after, as Bash wasn’t expecting the Tiger’s charge to be anywhere near as fast as it was. Tazz was in the air, and there was a knife hurtling precisely towards his face. Bash promptly knocked his weight to his left, dragging his upper body to the side to slip out of the way of the blade, thankfully dodging it completely by just a hair. Without wasting any time, he immediately returned the attack by utilizing his momentum and to throw a bone-crushing left hook directly ahead of him– connecting nothing but the air in front of him.

What the fu…

When he moved his fists out of his field of view, no one within striking distance. Tazz was out of sight, and the sound of another burst of wind and a quiet thud that could have only come from outside indicated that he wasn’t the wind-demon’s intended target. Without turning his back to check on the situation, Bash raised his head to the ceiling and shouted something to his ‘partner’ outside.

“KILL HIM!!! I’m puttin' my fuckin' trust in ya, dammit!!”

He grinned, positive that Raph would get the message. They didn’t get along, but now wasn’t the time for that. Victory meant survival in this bout between gangs, and trust in oneself– along with trust in others, was a key to victory. So he’d put any animosity (and possible worries) he held for his blood-slinging gangmate to the side for now and focus on his own fight.

Bash grinded his foot against the ground, once again lowering into a charging position and locking his eyes onto two specific targets. He’d take their stupid fucking potentials away, and hopefully get that useless Queen before they could even realize what had been done to them. Once his plan had been mentally set in stone, he kicked off the dirty floor of the bowling alley, dashing straight towards his two targets: The snot-nosed Ace, and the burly, cap-wearing blondie. Halfway into his spearhead charge, he caught a glimpse of a familiar face (well, masked face) entering the fray. The fire-extinguisher attack was unexpected even by Bash himself, which meant that it was the perfect surprise attack. Immediately, he switched his assault, kicking out one blonde Tiger for another, and now beelining for Lucy and Reina. His excitement was readable from miles away, and his smile beamed as he proudly winked at his masked Serpent before spreading out his arms in an attempt to catch both of the leadership members and erase them from the picture.

Darius… He thought, partially attempting to stop a sentence from coming out before quickly giving up and letting his words fly.

“YOU’RE FUCKIN’ AWESOME!”

Finally, he was in striking range. Should his hands meet with their exposed skin, he’d have two Tigers locked up in his cold, unbiased cage.

Or… wouldn’t it be one?

It wasn’t fucking important.

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Kasumi Katsura - Azure Dragons - Veteran [CS LINK]
Scene - Dragons Arc 1 | Scene 3: Eye of Providence
Location - Dragon HQ, Outside
Mentions/Interactions - Yo Saiwa ( Taigakitt ), Meirin Azuza ( QuirkyAngel ) , Kaneko Kazue ( azenva ), Isaiah Spade ( Lucem )

Kasumi didn't have to be told twice.

The sound of the second wave of gunfire rang out. Heeding Kazue's call, Kasumi quickly moved back into the building, but kept looking outside. She watched as Yo started to move forward more, forming a second wall as the second wave of gunfire rained down. The bullets slammed against the ice wall that Yo formed. But all Kasumi could do was just watch, and wait.

Before she knew it, the second wave was over much quicker than the first. Kasumi waited a couple more seconds before stepping out of cover, pausing as Yo destroyed the ice wall. She approached the Queen, switching the phone to speaker so that Yo and Kazue could hear. Kasumi began to open her mouth to speak, but was quick to close it as Yo spoke up, speaking to Meirin. Kasumi waited for her to be done, before picking up the conversation with Meirin.

"I-I can get there myself. We're going out to find the source of the original attack in a bit, and Paradise Forever should be on the way. I can let the Ace know."

She listened as Meirin brought up finding someone. Her curiosity peaked when Meirin mentioned that the request was personal, not related to their ongoing investigation. But, regardless, Kasumi was happy to help, as she conveyed verbally.

"Of course, I'd be happy to help. See you soon."

Kasumi ended the call with Meirin, switching to her messages. She opened her conversation with Isaiah, sending him a quick message.

"I'll be in the area of Paradise Forever soon. I can inspect the phone in person." ( Lucem )

Kasumi put her phone away, waiting patiently as the Queen began typing on her phone, probably responding to a message. As she waited, Kasumi turned to Kazue, giving the other a nod, speaking softly.

"Thank you"

Kasumi reached up to adjust her glasses slightly. Once Yo was done and address the two of them, she spoke up.

"I'm sorry about earlier miss. I-If you don't mind, I'd still like to come. I was asked by the Ace if I could inspect a phone they found at Paradise Forever, so I was thinking of stopping by while we look for the laptop."

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