Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

[BriiAngelic]

Lyric Ashton Crianza

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 1 [From The Ashes]

LOCATION:

Nightlife District, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Yong-Yut ( gxxberkit ), Fixer (@GrieveWriter) VIA TEXT: Dimitri ( The Prophet )

From The Ashes

<<< Remember

Lyric kept her eyes peeled for any suspicious people as they scoured the district. She let Velvet lead as she kept a close watch for their backs more focused on the people than the environment. At Velvet’s mention of the birds, she did a quick glance over the environment. She was right, what started as the typical amount of birds had been slowly growing through the night until there was an unnatural amount of birds soaring the sky above only barely seen through the night sky.

“That is odd. Now the question is if it has any relevance to this…. Pharaoh mentioned something about an individual who would make animals act strange. Perhaps that person is stopping their migration.”

She looked down to the riverbank seeing a boat on the river, unmoving. She turned to Velvet with the intention to discuss before a ring sounded.

“What's that?”

She looked down to see a text message. A selfie of Dimitri?

“Vamp texted me.”

She stopped for a second wondering just why he had sent her a photo. Her fingers immediately flew to her keyboard typing.

Dimi now is not the time, aren't you suppose to be being thrown around by Rei-

She stopped mid type realizing that she should contact Reika with information on Quetzal. She and Vulken would need to know. Yet her hesitation allowed another message to come through in time for her to erase the entire previous message.

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

Her fingers flew hitting the keyboard not registering that he’d likely be unable to really play with the phone.

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPEND

WHERE ARE YOU

She turned the phone to YY to allow her to see the scene. Oh there would be blood for this one. She didn’t hesitate to believe the Dragons as the guilty party. She’d just spoke with them earlier. Reika and Vulken were supposed to be heading off on a training mission and now both them and their sponseees were fighting with multiple dragons including the Dragon King.

“Just once could shit not come in waves. Great Reika, Vulken, and Dimitri are fighting the goddamn Dragon King and lackies”

And like a curse another message came through as she held the phone out to Velvet.

The autopsy was in.

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[WhiskeyMarten]

DARIUS KENNEDY

https://www.rpnation.com/threads/four-heavenly-kings-cs-thread.503332/post-11147592

CS Link

SCENE:

Serpents Arc 1: Scene 1 [Friends in Low Places] x Tigers Arc 1: Scene 1 [It’s Free Real Estate]

LOCATION:

Mach Sling, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Anna The One Eyed Bandit , August Doctor Llamabean , Bash Nobody Special , Dante @The Regal Rper, Lucy BriiAngelic , Raph Elenion Aura , Reina [NPC], Vincent [NPC]

FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES X IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE

Ok. What the fuck was he thinking. Darius watched as the fire extinguisher soared through the air. It was less than spectacular. His aim was fine, but the execution, for all his efforts, wasn't the great distraction he thought it would be. He expected it to hit the scythe-wielder, who would then kill him (the emergency exit was looking pretty attractive at this point). He barely had time to react when a mysterious claw took the object down with ease.

He took an instinctive step back, his eyes led from the claw, up to Dante, then snapping back to Lucy. Lucy, the vicious Tiger, who was.... not preparing to kill him? It was a relief. Though his plan had failed as a result, it wasn't like Anna was there to do her part either. He heard Bash's words from across the room.

“YOU’RE FUCKIN’ AWESOME!”

It hardly mattered if Darius thought he was awesome at this moment, as long as his superiors did. It was enough to motivate him to join the fight. It was almost enough to prepare him for the figure approaching from the ceiling. He did all he could do in the brief moment that followed.

One glove slid off with enough ease that one would know it was something he did a lot. He threw his right arm above himself, a small shield, but better than standing there (his second plan). The discoloured, uneven layers of tissue glistened under the bowling alley lights. Whittled down to thin layers in some places, and thick with scars in others, it was clear that he was used to letting his arm bear the brunt of attacks.

He didn't realize, but he had shut his eyes, expecting an impact from the ceiling. He waited one second, two seconds, before opening them, peering over his involuntarily trembling arm up to Dante. He was watching. Was he just watching? He interfered before, so why not now? He's waiting for me to lower my guard. What game are you playing, Tiger? The ceiling was too high for Darius to plan an attack of his own, at least not on Dante. He locked eyes with him, and without breaking eye contact, sidestepped closer to the action. He looked over to the fight. Bash seemed to have everyone's attention. Darius realised now that he hadn't seen Raph, meaning it was only him left to help the Ace out. It meant he couldn't observe from the distance. He had to act.

As much as he would've loved to keep the standoff going, Darius instead started a run towards Lucy. Both gloves were now shoved in his pocket for safekeeping, and his arms were poised for a grab. His run came to a halt, as he almost crashed into an obstacle ahead of him.

"Shit-" A wall. Manifested by Dante. Definitely not something that stood there before, blocking the path between Darius and the Tigers. Tall enough to scale, if Darius trusted himself to climb. He placed his hands on the wall to stop his run and turned back to the figure on the ceiling. It was you, wasn't it? He considered questioning the man, but truth be told, Dante terrified him. At least Darius knows where he stands with the more outwardly violent. He couldn't tell what Dante's motives were. All he knew was that he still wasn't getting attacked. Darius turned back to face the wall.

Is he trying to keep me out of the fight?

KICK. Darius landed a kick against the wall, and fracture lines appeared.

And is that for their benefit or mine?

KICK. Even with him joining the fight, the Serpents were still outnumbered.

And what's stopping him from attacking me now?

KICK. His foot broke through the wall, destroying it. He caught a glimpse of the action as the wall broke down.

The scene was getting more chaotic by the second, as a familiar face shot back into the building. Ah, so Raph's alive. Despite his entrance being far from graceful, Raph's arrival relieved some pressure. Bash and Raph would be fine, of course, and with Anna on her way, they'd have a full team again. He didn't have time to resume his run or pay attention to the figure that followed Raph inside. Dante manifested another wall in front of him.

"What are you doing?" This time he dared speak. He hoped that one of his allies would pick up on the fact that he was being forced out of the fight. The words got drowned out by a sound from above. He heard Lucy but gawked at the ceiling for a moment too long to make use of what she said. The debris fell down, tearing through the manifested wall, onto Darius.

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...The horrific sounds died down before Darius realised he was still alive. There were other sounds in the distance, but they all felt muffled. Likely because he was surrounded by rubble. His entire body lit up with a dull pain, all he could do for a moment was lie there and catch his breath. He was thankful for his mask blocking the dust from entering his airways, or most of it at least. When he was certain that it was all over, it was time to inspect. He tried wriggling his head around. His head seemed fine, and he seemed to have room to move it. He did, but there was another issue. With every small movement he made, he could feel a sharp pain dig into what he assumed was his arm. He used it to shield his head from the roof and could feel something putting pressure on it. He dared not move his arm, lest he made the problem worse.

His other arm was by his side, and he managed to bend it into a position he could push up from. He tried moving his legs, both having more mobility than the upper half of his body. He kicked out, hearing a slam as something fell off him. He was making progress, at least.

"Help?..." He didn't know if anyone was even near him, but that's all he could do, as his legs stuck out under a pile of debris crushing the rest of his body.

 

[BriiAngelic]

PANDA

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 1 [From The Ashes]

LOCATION:

Nightlife District, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Bolt ( Doctor Llamabean ) Charlie ( Roda the Red )

From The Ashes

<<< Remember

"YO, I DIDN'T CALL FOR A FUCKIN' LECTURE! I GOT QUESTIONS ABOUT BUTTERFLIES, DAWG!"

THEN WHY DIDN’T HE FUCKING PAY ATTENTION???

She kept the phone far from her ear after the shout that assaulted her eardrums. Her eyebrow twitch in irritation as Fox gave a mocking reaction. No use using logic on an idiot that called and then acted like he was the one inconvenienced, instead she kicked Fox to rid herself of the irritation.

"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."

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. Listen Dawg you try fucking looking for black butterflies in the middle of the goddamn night. No we don’t have any fucking leads yet you cun-”

She took a moment to compose herself knowing that she can’t damn well just shoo off a fellow phoenix even if they were being a moron. Especially if he was actually calling on behalf of the big bosses.

“Look-”

"Well, have you seen anything? Anything strange? Have you heard anything?! You got ANYTHING FOR US!?"

“WILL YOU STOP FUCKING TERRORIZING THE GODDAMN CITIZENS. Good lord who put you on search. IF YOU’D PAY ATTENTION TO THIS CALL WE CAN DISCUSS FACTS.”

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"We ain't gotta lotta time, here, lady."

She could have sobbed when the loud one got closer. She didn’t want any more trouble, she just wanted to fix her old neighborhood and be left in peace. To her saving grace, she was protected by the more rational of the two who worked to reign in their friend.

"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"

She took a deep breath when they said they were phoenixes. They should have been relatively safe then? She took a step to the side trying to uncorner herself as she faced them more directly. Neither was the one that helped her during the hurricane… but if they were phoenixes…

“Sorry… potential you say? I- I wasn’t lying I don’t know anything about any strange black butterflies… But I do know about butterflies in general? If it helps?”

She paused for just a second waiting for their attention again before continuing.

“There shouldn’t be any black butterflies out now… Most black butterflies will usually still have a splotch of color, typically the great number of butterflies that can be said to be black… those would be swallowtails. But they should all be dying off by now… Winter’s approaching… If there were strange butterflies… they were certainly created.”


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[gxxberkit]

YONG-YUT SOMSRI

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 1 [From The Ashes]

LOCATION:

Phoenix HQ, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Lyric, Bernardo

From The Ashes

Yong-Yut’s eyes followed Lyric’s towards the unmoving boat in the very short moment of silence, before looking back at the phone as the King pulled it out.

“Vamp texted me.”

Yong-Yut gave a curious hum in response, turning her full body to Lyric. They attempted to get a look at the text by leaning over the phone. What was he texting her—

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

Startled at Lyric’s sudden yelling, they stepped back and held their arms up to their chest. She looked between Lyric’s face and the phone. The King’s quick fingers typed at the phone's keyboard as they watched. She put their hands back to their sides, looking back over to see what Lyric was typing. Whatever the text was about, it must’ve been—

Lyric practically shoved the phone in Yong-Yut’s face (at least, from her point of view), allowing her to scan over the scene in the picture. Seems like a fight broke out? They stared at the picture with a confused expression, moving her head slightly closer to the phone. Hold on, is that—

“Just once could shit not come in waves. Great. Reika, Vulken, and Dimitri are fighting the goddamn Dragon King and lackeys”

Well, that answered my question.

...

Wait, what?

She furrowed her brow as questions about the scene flooded her head, their eyes studying the picture. What was happening over there? What even started the fight? Are they going to be okay? Is Vulken going to be—

Another notification pinged on the King’s phone. Yong-Yut gave a small grunt, turning the phone back to Lyric. “Mm. I think that’s important.”

In an effort to distract themself from the picture, she turned back towards the birds. Someone with the ability to make animals act strange? If the birds and that person were related, that might mean the person’s nearby. “About the person you said Pharaoh mentioned”—she glared at nothing in particular at having to refer to him—“Should I be on the lookout for them? What do they look like?”

"...And, uh," she looked back over to the boat Lyric was previously looking at. “Is there something with that boat?” They had assumed it was moored, and that she just couldn’t see what it was tied to, but Lyric looking at it brought some more of her attention towards it. They stepped around Lyric in order to get a closer look at the boat. Hm.

 

[Elenion Aura]

MARKUS WEISS

CS Link

SCENE:

Tigers Arc 1: Scenes 2/3

LOCATION:

Albino Tiger HQ, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Isobel, Ezra

THE HIGH LIFE

The plan had been simple. After hearing about a certain something turning up in one Titus Latken's collection, the plan was to bankrupt the fat cat into coughing up Markus' prize. It had been the path of least resistance. Titus was on the downswing and everybody who was anybody knew it. He owed money that he didn't have to the Tigers, and so the only use he had was this. Markus was even planning on letting him leave with his life, if not his money or his haul. Although, apparently—unbeknownst to Markus—Titus' debts stretched further than the Albino Tigers, further even than Markus could've anticipated. His mind flashed briefly to the scene at the casino as it'd been described to him, and the tail-end of the chase he'd witnessed on the road. Who the Hell were these guys?

Another question Titus was going to answer for him.

Anyway. That had been the plan. It had been simple. But plans change all the time. Markus had always known that. Markus also knew that the only thing better than having one plan was having two.

And so, in secret, he'd been executing on another angle of this pincer of his, that only he saw the full picture of.

While Markus had supposedly been tied up with his penthouse party, he had in fact been tracking from his phone a team of Tigers he'd tasked to infiltrate Titus's store room under cover of darkness and retrieve... Whatever it was that Markus was after. It wasn't that he'd expected the casino play to fail. Nah. Markus just preferred to diversify his investment portfolio. That way, no matter if one plan failed, so long as the other succeeded, Markus would win. Markus always won. The alternative wasn't an option.

And tonight, of all nights, he didn't plan on breaking his streak.

As Ezra hoisted Titus aboard and the copilot handed out headsets, Markus glared at Titus, whose head lolled lamely to one side.

Really layin' it on thick, ain't ya? He thought as his gaze shifted to the other new arrival. Markus knew Knight. The name. The brand. The man. Yeah, he knew all about Knight, and the kid sitting next to him wasn't it. At least, not yet. Markus didn't know what game Silas was playing by offering him up his youngest son on a silver platter, but as with everything, Markus planned to win. Besides, by process of elimination, Markus could already tell that Ezra wasn't completely worthless (it's not like Titus had hoofed his sorry ass out of the frying pan and into the fire on his own). Nah. That had been Ezra.

He'd done what he'd been told to do, at least. More than could be said for some people.

You did good, kid, Markus thought without saying, without 'hinting' that he'd thought it. He merely nodded curtly to the youngest Knight as the gears of Markus' mind turned once more and his attentions landed squarely on the final person that made up their quartet.

Isobel was probably wondering what the Hell he was thinking, dragging her along for this shit. Which even Markus could admit was fair. Now was the time to clear things up. Because plans change, and already Markus was putting the finishing touches on this latest iteration, for which he'd need her knack for finding things.

“Isobel, Titus. Titus, Isobel.”

Markus said brusquely into the headset as the helicopter rose steadily higher. They were now approaching the tallest building in the West.

“Dunno if you two've met, but yer about t' get real acquainted.” Markus leered at the businessman who was prorbably just lucid enough that Markus figured he could hear and understand him, but was either too paralyzed by fear or shock to say anything in response. Works for me, the mob boss thought with a smirk as he pulled out his phone and flipped to the last image he'd been sent, courtesy of the Tiger store-house raiders he'd tasked earlier that evening to relieve Titus of his collections... Only, they'd apparently been too late.

“You recognize that, you motherfucker?” Markus asked, showing Titus—and by extension Isobel—the image of what looked like some kind of hummingbird, likely a calling card of some poor sonuvabitch who'd just made himself (one of) Markus' least favorite people.

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TIGER'S

NPC Post

SCENE:

???

LOCATION:

Somewhere in Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

N/A

MONEY TALKS

As the whir of the helicopter blades faded into the night and were swallowed by the sounds of sirens and car-alarms and the dull groaning of a pillar of ice as it slowly melted, its weight shifting under its own enormity. Plumes of smoke rose from the wreckage of the ruined craft that had been pursuing Ezra and Titus. The wreck was still... Until it wasn't. Metallic plates began to shift as gouts of steam belched out through the newly created space. Before long, the hovercraft was split in two. The latter half fell from the crystalline ice tower, with two bodies in tow—the raven-haired chauffeur, now bloodied and unconscious, and a man white white hair and ashen skin. The half-craft landed on the pavement, balanced on a pair of heavy tires that skidded to life as the flying machine-turned-motorbike raced away from the wreck toward Central as some mechanism buried within the remains of the craft left behind ticked, ticked away...


Ezekiel Locke wondered all the time how he'd ended up where he did, but perhaps never so often as now, when he found himself lugging the body of a half-dead girl through the underbelly of Central on his way to his destination. He didn't even know this chick. Probabl if their roles had been reversed he'd have been left to die out on the street. Damn. Sometimes he wished he could do shit like that.

Finally, he arrived at an unsuspecting doorway with a small callbox off to one side. He buzzed, adjusting his grip on the woman so he didn't drop her, before a voice clicked to life on the other side. Soon enough, Zeke and the girl were inside, and a handful of helpful people sprung up to take her off his hands. Which would've been a relief if he could've gone home. But, alas! His night couldn't end just yet. And so he forged on, deeper into the labyrinthine compound until he reached an ornate door. He could hear the sounds of muffled conversations from beyond. With only the briefest of hesitation, he pushed ahead and entered into a dimly lit room with a long, leather sofa dominating much of the interior. A single woman dominated that already dominating sofa. The conversation in the room died with a whisper. All eyes were now on him. Zeke figured now would be as a good a time as any to explain how the events of the evening were, in no way, his fault.

"Hey, Boss. I—"

"Qvuiet."

Zeke got quiet.

"Seet down."

Zeke sat down in a chair positioned opposite the sofa. He steepled his hands in front of his face and tried not to think about how hard his heart was beating in his chest. They sat in silence for a moment, as the woman across from him simply stared. From her blonde hair, to her skirt-dress the color of red wine, to the white overcoat draped lazily across the line of her shoulders, to those damn boots... She was all beauty, and confidence, and grace, and power.

She was motherfucking terrifying.

Zeke could already feel sweat beading the back of his neck when he built up the courage to say, at last, "The girl's not lookin' too good, Boss." Zeke couldn't remember her name, but that didn't seem to matter. The woman on the sofa seemed to ponder this for a moment before she looked to one of the shadowy figures standing behind him and snapped her fingers. Zeke almost thought he heard them all jump. Good to know he wasn't the only one shitting himself.

"Send for zee doctor." The woman said, and Zeke heard the sound of shuffling footsteps, followed by a door opening and closing. "Vee shall see if she steel has any use left in herr." And just like that, her full attention was back on him again, feeling as if a ten-thousand pound weight had just been dropped on his shoulders. He felt like he was sinking into the chair under the pressure of her gaze.

"Now, Zzzeke, tell me everysing."

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BOLTIUS

Vulken's Little Bro

"BLITZ"​

When Panda raised her voice and mocked his choice of vocabulary from the other end of the phone, Bolt's eyebrow twitched, a vein bulging on his forehead.

He thought to himself, "We ARE trying, bro!"

Then, in response to Charlie's hand on his shoulder after he'd approached the civilian woman with more questions, he flinched, pulling the phone from his ear, and blinked at his partner. The look on Bolt's face told of confusion--that he truly had no awareness of how his demeanor might impact others.

As Charlie scolded him, Panda's voice could be heard from the phone at Bolt's side, albeit incoherent.

He glanced at the woman when Charlie finished, and finally recognized her body language. She was anxiously withdrawn and stiff; fearful. Boltius tensed up and took a step back, rubbing the back of his neck with a look of bitter shame.

"Shit... Nice goin', Bolt, you ass. Take it down a notch, bro. It's like mom said, you can't rush progress. This is sorta like that. Just cool off. Cooool off."

He heard Lyric's voice in his head. "Hold your fire, Blitz."

Always impatient; always rushing to get ahead.

He grit his teeth behind a frown, quietly allowing Charlie to consult with the civilian without further interruptions, and turned away as his phone reached his ear once more. "Sorry, Panda," he apologized, almost mumbling the words, "I shouldn'ta yelled at you."

"Sorry… potential you say?" said the civilian with a change of tone in her voice, catching Bolt's attention again. "I- I wasn’t lying, I don’t know anything about any strange black butterflies… But I do know about butterflies in general? If it helps?"

The woman went on, and Boltius listened.

When she finished, he repeated the word to himself a few times, "Swallowtail... Swallowtail... Swallowtail? I thought that was a bird!"

Irrelevant.

Boltius finally focused on the call with Panda (if she was even there anymore), and he told her, "Did you hear any of that? This girl says something about swallowtails are a type of black butterfly, but they should be dying off around this time of year. She says if they're flutterin' about the city they were certainly created... like, by someone's potential... or whatever. Got anything on that?" He started bouncing up and down, shaking his free arm, "I'm gettin' real worked up, man. I just wanna fuck someone up for Nina. It's like an itch I can't scratch 'cause I dunno where it is, dawg."

Following that, as he awaited a response from Panda, he shot Charlie a quick look, "Ay, if you've got the Boss' number, send her some info. Keep her updated." Then the civilian, "Is that all, toots?"

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[Saturn_moon]

ISOBEL PHAM​

Tigers: Arc 1, Scene 2 [Money Talks]
Location: In a death machine City Streets, West District
Participants: Elenion Aura (Markus), Lucem (Ezra)
Mentions: Tobi Naefaerne (Alex)

It didn't take a genius to figure out the Tiger escorting Titus was also a Potential from the way Titus' semi-conscious body drifted up the ladder behind him. Isobel gave the rookie a quick once over as he thanked her. The well-tailored suit contradicted by the mop of brown hair falling over his boyish features told her he came from money - and in turn, power - but was either too young or too naive to fully understand how to wield it to his advantage just yet. Quickly connecting the dots, she came to the conclusion that he was none other than the Knight kid who had very recently joined their ranks, and rookie or not, he had just found himself a spot in the King's good books after the daring escape attempt he'd just accomplish to save his prize.

Throwing Titus into the seat between herself and Ezra, Isobel hurriedly strapped herself back in. Titus still appeared quite out of it, unable to hold himself fully upright, head lolling from side to side as the helicopter made its way back to Markus' penthouse. Without wasting a second more, Markus whipped out his phone and turned it towards Titus and herself.

“You recognize that, you motherfucker?”

While the question had been directed at Titus, Isobel immediately let out a silent groan. There on Markus' screen was an image of a hummingbird that she had become incredibly familiar with. After all, tucked in a box on her shelf back home was a small stack of cards identical to the one in the picture, handed to her by various Tiger members over the past thirteen years. Without even hearing the details of the job Markus was about to give her, Isobel knew if the Jack of the Phoenixes was involved it was already going to be incredibly complicated.

Alex, you god damn fool.

The woman spared a glance at Markus. For a man who was known for his coldness in every aspect, Isobel swore she could feel the flames of anger radiating from the King at this very moment. For Alex's sake, she hoped he had found religion for it might take divine intervention to stop Markus from attempting to strangle him with his bare hands should they ever cross paths.

 

[Roda the Red]

Charlie Hughes

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 1 [From the Ashes]

LOCATION:

Phoenix HQ, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Boltius.

From the Ashes

Charlie clapped his hands together in joyful surprise as he listened to the woman's words, finally they had earned some valuable information on the murderer, even if it wasn't something that could let them find the culprit quickly, it was a big help to narrow down their search. He then proceeded to ignore the concept of personal space by shaking the woman's hands.

“Thank you so much, that's a huge help! now please continue with your business, we'll take care of the rest” He said with the sincerest of smiles, before returning his attention back to Boltius.

"Ay, if you've got the Boss' number, send her some info. Keep her updated." Charlie nodded enthusiastically, as he rummaged through his pocket grabbing a hold of his old, worn out phone. He scrolled down through his list of contacts until he found Lyric. He had her number because of Helva who was pretty close to the king, yet he never used it as he thought that he wasn't really that worthy of messaging her, but this was an important situation, so he started writing a message.

Hello, it is me Temperer, we got more info on Quetzal's murderer, the butterflies were created by a potential so there is no point in looking for them, black butterflies tend to die off at this time of the year, also fortunately Boltius hasn't exploded that much yet, we will keep you updated.

Charlie put his phone back on his pocket as he awaited for Panda's response.

 

[BriiAngelic]

Lyric Ashton Crianza

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 1 [From The Ashes]

LOCATION:

Nightlife District, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Yong-Yut ( gxxberkit ), Fixer (@GrieveWriter)

From The Ashes

<<< Remember

“Mm. I think that’s important.”

She turned the phone back to herself as she scanned through the new message notification. Auvera’s report had come in. She scanned the screen reading through the memories Auvera had managed to compile. The words confirmed her original thoughts. Nina died in the skies. Which was going to make this significantly harder unless they went higher up or scanned every street for blood.

“About the person you said Pharaoh mentioned. Should I be on the lookout for them? What do they look like?”

“We may be searching in the wrong direction. Pharoah was at the docks. Either Nina never made it that far… or the killers managed to get her right as she was going to land in that direction.”

She looked up once she processed what she said.

“No, Pharoah mentioned a man… According to Auvera’s power, Nina’s killer was a woman. If it is connected then we’re dealing with two people minimum. From the incomplete descriptions of each, I can’t say I’ve seen either.”

She let out a hum thinking things through before she spoke again.

“Have you ever seen a blind rich man wandering around? If we can’t get further information then any conclusions won’t manage to hold much water”

She took her phone out once more sending a text to Bolt and Charlie before receiving one right as she pulled out her phone. She quickly repeated it aloud for Yong-yut.

“Hello, it is me Temperer, we got more info on Quetzal's murderer, the butterflies were created by a potential so there is no point in looking for them, black butterflies tend to die off at this time of the year, also fortunately Boltius hasn't exploded that much yet, we will keep you updated.”

She let out a sigh at the end of the message.

“Of course it would be… Ni…Quetzal was ambushed so there was not much Auvera could recover. Still… give me a moment I need to send out a few texts. We also need to get support to the bridges… How against flying are you?”

If she could get Ziz to use her power on the two of them they could further scour the air with the three of them. It would be preferable if they collect Muskrat as well since he would be able to see through the skies as they darkened. For now, she opened Bolt’s and Charlie’s numbers.

'Autopsy’s in, Keep your eyes peeled for any women that are dressed too formally or a blind rich man that looks like they do not belong. We may need to rendezvous as well. There are more problems coming in by the minute.'

She knew better than to text Bolt that his brother was currently fighting the goddamn King on the bridges while he was further ahead of them. She opened up the group chat of the ones sent to scour the district sending another text.

'Quetzal’s killer is a woman, business suit. She was ambushed so Auvera couldn’t obtain much information. In addition Blitz and Temperer have looked further into the butterflies, according to their search there’s no way they were natural. It’s a potential created swarm. Succubus, Vamp, and Draken are currently engaged with the Dragon King and some other Dragons on the bridge. Keep on your toes, stay to a group, and send any phoenixes you pass into groups. Don’t allow anyone to be alone, we’re fighting on multiple fronts.'

To Alex she sent a second message.

'Don’t take any risks. If you need to call in more people do it, we don’t know what the Dragon’s fucking game is. Sending Muskrat, Fox, and Panda to take over checking the bridges. Call if anything changes.'

Another text similar to the one in the group chat was sent to Muskrat’s team with an addition.

'I need your eyes on the bridges. See if you can rendezvous with Greed and Co. before going in to get eyes on Succubus’s team'

As a final message, she sent to Auvera.

'Call, ASAP.'

“We need to get back to Blitz and Temperer before giving them any news about Draken.”

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[The One Eyed Bandit]

YULIA HOAG

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 1: Scene 3 [The High Life]

LOCATION:

Albino Tiger Penthouse Suite, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Redman ( Elenion Aura ), Wonder Woman (@GrieveWriter), Callie (@Nova Anyw), Ellie (@QuirkyAngel)

The High Life

"Yeah." Yulia answered Elias tersely. Her eyes were fixed down the length of the stairwell. She was glad that big lump of a human, whatever his name was, had gotten in the red-suited man's way. She really didn't have it in her to be doing an extended chase right now.

"I'm gonna nab him, but keep on your toes. He still might beat my ass, but I think I'll be able to wear him down enough for the two of you to kick the shit out of him when we come back." Yulia didn't look at Elias as she spoke, instead keeping her eyes fixed on her target. She rushed down the stairs as quickly as she could without making a ruckus, until she reckoned that she was low enough to survive a fall.

Then, she jumped.

Without speaking a word, Yulia threw herself over the rail, tumbling through the air and towards the pair engaged in a duel below. All she needed was for ladder-guy to keep his attention. She dropped to the ground with a dull thump, right where Beau had been standing a moment ago.

She spun her shotgun in her hands, catching the barrel by the end, and then took a wide, hefty swing at the back of the man's head. The wood and metal of the somewhat cheap firearm's body rubbed and rattled against itself another as it arced through the air, which could have foiled Yulia's efforts, if clubbing the man was actually the sneak attack she had in mind.

She just wanted to be sure.

Whether she hit him, he dodged, the big guy socked him one, or he did a backflip and karate chopped her in the throat, it was fine. She just needed a second.
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[Mook-LandStrider]

Delynn
Serpents Scene 3
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Running directly for the downed power line she hadn’t yet realized that the power had been cut off in their area. Approaching it quickly she risked a look behind her to see the rest of her gang members laying into the police. She hadn’t expected them to last long but the least expected thing was those two with a useful potential. Her mind danced around the subject like a ferret on a fritz and it quickly danced its way out of her spastic and chaotic mind. Coming back to reality she had only moved a few inches but she thought that was more than far enough.

Taking a leap she dove for the electrical wire just as she was taught that while weak, normal humans did have the means to remind those with potentials that they did exist. She felt the impact a second before she heard the noise of the round being fired. The round slammed into her shoulder and completely reoriented Delynn’s dive in another direction. The impact sent her straight through a wall and into the house. Hitting a support beam hard Delynn landed on the carpet and rolled onto her back. Her right shoulder felt like she had been beaten senseless.

Staying there for a few moments she heard the commotion outside intensify as everyone added their own degrees of uniqueness to the combat. In fact, she smelled something odd… like ozone. The area around her crackled with electricity as her mind surged back to the forefront. Pain wracked her body as she let out a loud groan. Rolling over onto her stomach she exhaled, dust and who knows what else that was in the walls being kicked up before she rose to her feet. The smell intensified as she snapped her head towards the direction the shot came from and felt a tingling sensation.

The metal of the rifle produced an almost alluring magnetism for Delynn and one in her current mind that she couldn’t resist. Letting out a grunt of effort she jumped from the hole and raised her hand up, the rest of the electricity she had stored coursing up and through her. Her clothes smoked for a split second before the wave passed and went up her arm like a missile firing off. Reaching out across the distance it homed in on the sniper's position. It knows this because it knows where it isn't. By subtracting where it is from where it isn't, or where it isn't from where it is, whichever is greater, it obtains a difference or deviation.

Slamming into the rifle it jumped immediately to the sniper causing the man to light up before dropping, the effect enough to drop the man but not kill them. Now fully depleted Delynn rubbed her eyes and surveyed the scene. “Oh… this isn’t good.” Immediately the pain from the round throbbed and she gasped, her body aching from being put through a wall. Pushing through the pain for a minute she was able to duck under a police officer's baton swing before shoving him back enough to give herself some distance. Now that she wasn’t full of electricity, she wasn’t as keen on fighting, or would this be a massacre..?​

 

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Kisara & The Boys(Collab post with Elenion Aura )

F = ma. F = ma.

That equation resonated in her head when the boot struck her side. The mass behind it wasn't that large, no. The one in green wasn't going to match her weight any day, no way. However, when multiplied by the factors of the speed that he moved at, it was enough to send her reeling away from her original target. No, this wasn't enough. This wasn't enough flair at all! She had to make this as interesting for them as it was for her. With a practiced motion, she kicked herself off the ground a split second after the impact, and flung herself in the direction away from the kick, sending herself crashing into the ground.

Two on one. This was a dream for her. She had gotten into a lot of fights, and the most she took on at once was, maybe, 5? They never really gave her much trouble, but it was exhilarating. But time and time again, she had realised one thing: if her partners were scared, frightened, unmotivated, they lose the will to put it all on the line. She had to spice things up, show them that she cared, show them that she loved it. One might say she was faking it, but a little white lie never hurt anyone, especially if it gave them the inspiration to work at it harder. She masked her smile between her arm and the ground. Her arm glowed, sparked, then burst to life, the curved lines around its black skin shining with its ephemeral light. She pushed herself up to her feet, and swept her hair away from her face. She flashed a wide, toothy grin full of the jagged teeth that could tear the meat off even the toughest of hides with a bite.

She held her arms out wide, as if she were inviting them in for a hug and a kiss. "Your mothers ever tell you to never leave a girl high and dry?"

“No, she did not!” Chirped the young man in green. He bounced from one foot to the other, spry and energetic. He watched Kisara as she got her legs beneath her, content to wait until she was ready. “Y’know, if you lay down and go quietly, we don’t have to fight!” Though, rather than give her a chance to stop and mull it over, the young man charged forward again with the same blinding speed.

She met the collision head on. He was too fast to block the blow properly, but did it really matter? F = ma. It was still a strong blow, no doubt, no doubt. But what happens, exactly, when the resultant F was still insufficient to move the new value of m of the load in its way? It wouldn’t move, naturally. “Gotcha~” Kisara enveloped the speedster in a crushing hug, pressing his body tightly against hers. “Laying down isn’t exactly in my repertoire~ I mostly like to take charge in an intimate moment, y’know~?” She let out a bright laugh, lifting him up higher. She twirled, and at the apex of her spin, she switched her grip, grasping onto his arms, and flung him away, letting him fly towards the explosions of pink smoke behind her. She wasn't fully aware of what had occurred, but it seemed like a good place as any to toss him towards. Who cares what the rest were doing? She had already given them the clear to run, bring their undeserved loot out. Whether they listened or not was none of her problem.

She gave a mocking salute as he landed in the smoke somewhere, and returned her attention to the other one in blue. “Soooo~ now that the third wheel’s out of the picture, shall we get a little more acquainted?”

The girl’s question elicited no more than a set of narrowed eyes from the blue-haired man, who’d barely seemed to spare a glance toward his partner’s fate. Out of habit, the man adjusted the goggles that adorned his face before he responded to the Serpent’s thinly-veiled challenge. “You have the confidence. But do you have the skill?” The man asked flatly before assuming a strong fighter’s stance. He would meet her challenge with an invitation of his own. Come and test your mettle against me, child. Meanwhile, the flash of green from within the blooming cloud of pink dust in the distance gave the bespectacled man all the assurance he needed.

"Not at all!" Kisara answered brightly, and truthfully, she might add. "Here I go!" She lunged forwards, kicking the ground behind her in an explosive spray of mud and dirt, her hands curled into fists. As she neared her prey, she halted suddenly, planting her feet on the ground, and drove her fist forwards, a straight, powerful cross, aimed right at the man's face.

The man held his ground, even as the red-blooded monster of a girl charged him, as rivulets of blue energy arced up and down his outstretched arms, tracing the lines of his blood vessels just beneath the skin. The collision of fist against forearm let loose a shockwave that reverberated out from the point of impact before seeming to compound back in on itself, as the blue ‘blood’ that coursed through the man’s arms pulsed with energy. “Too young. Too… Eager.”

In the next moment, a body emerged from the pluming clouds of pink gas and rocketed towards the young Serpent at high speeds. The green-haired contractor, looking a bit more fired up than he had before, aimed a sweeping kick at Kisara, intending not necessarily to harm her, but instead to knock the girl off-balance at worst, or off her feet at best. His blow connected, there was no mistake. His foot made contact with her ankle, but she never budged. It almost seemed as if she barely reacted to it at all. It felt almost as if he had just kicked a solid wall.

Then, with the kind of coordination that only time and practice can a cultivate, the blue-haired man cocked back and unleashed a counter-punch of his own at the unseated Serpent’s gut, sending her careening through the air and down into the sea of aphrodisiac gas in the distance. The Serpent girl, this time, received the full force of the blow, meeting it as if it were an old friend. A momentary breath of fresh air.

“Woah…” Cooed the green-haired man. “I feel… Woozy…”

There was no time for him to gather his bearings. The thick, cloying smoke that shrouded the area behind the two officers stirred, shifted, and finally broke open, as a streak of pink shot out from it. "Hahahaha! Show me more! Give me more!" The definition of insanity, trying the same tactic over and over, expecting a different result. To her credit, though, this time, she struck gold. Or, to be more exact, struck the face of the green one, her fist plowing into his cheek in the midst of his recovery. The independent contractor was sent sprawling into the ground, as Kisara regained her posture, her razor sharp teeth bared wide, her emerald eyes gleaming bright within the obsidian skies that were her scleras.


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[Taigakitt]

Reika "Succubus" Tsukiyama
In Scene: Dimitri ( The Prophet )
Mentioned: Shen ( Elenion Aura ) | Vulken ( Nobody Special )
Location: In the Cold-Ass River ​

Day of Reckoning​

Dimitri managed to alter their fall so he got to be the one that held her for the land instead of vice versa. Reika couldn’t help but be amused briefly despite all of the anger boiling beneath the surface.

She didn’t have a chance to respond or muse long before splash into the ice cold water.

Sure, Reika may be wild and hate wearing more clothes despite the chill, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t get cold. The water was enough to chill her to the bone.

Once she broke the surface, she already knew Dimitri was right there. She kept a hold of his hand so he wouldn’t float away from her. Maybe it was the other way around; after all, he was the one that switched them up mid-air.

She clenched her jaw to prevent her teeth from chattering, trying to keep her voice even as she was finally able to respond, “Glad to see you can swim. Hopefully you take something from this mess. Are you okay?”

The choppy water shuffled them around a bit, but not enough to sweep them away. It was a weird wave.

Her yellow eyes left Dimitri as they scanned the water. “Did you see Draken jump?”

Taking a breath, she ducked her head underwater, not that it did any good. The wave had pulled up all the soil (and it was dark anyway) that she wouldn’t be able to find that red-headed lamp even if he glowed.

Pulling her gaze back out, that was then she heard a crack and then some groans ahead.

Swiveling her head above them, she could barely make out the floating Dragon King in the air. She couldn’t see Draken.

With a growl, she went to swim to one of the base columns of the bridge, “I swear to fuck if they have my Vulken–”

A broken piece of concrete splashed next to her, pushing her away from the column.


Frustrated, she tried again but this time a broken metal beam was aiming right for them. Spotting the hazard, she pushed herself off the column to get some distance before it landed.

“Trying to make sure we’re dead, huh?” To her, it seemed like the King was trying to ensure a death by tossing things at them into the river.

In the next instance, she realized. That bridge was coming down.

Shit.

Reika swam over to Dimitri, grabbing his hand and swimming further away, “That bridge is coming down and we’ll get dragged under if we stick around. Vamp, were you able to see Draken?”

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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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[BriiAngelic]

PANDA

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 1 [From The Ashes]

LOCATION:

Nightlife District, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Bolt ( Doctor Llamabean ) Charlie ( Roda the Red )

From The Ashes

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"Did you hear any of that? This girl says something about swallowtails are a type of black butterfly, but they should be dying off around this time of year. She says if they're flutterin' about the city they were certainly created... like, by someone's potential... or whatever. Got anything on that? I'm gettin' real worked up, man. I just wanna fuck someone up for Nina. It's like an itch I can't scratch 'cause I dunno where it is, dawg."

“I feel ya kid, but you can’t just throw shit into the wind and hope it sticks. That's a fast track to losing all your leads.”

She clicked a few buttons going onto Muskrat’s browser to search up swallowtails. With each one she pointed the phone to the others seeing if they had any type of match. Before long she and fox narrowed it down to three species, each of which would have been dying out in numbers too large to contribute to the swarm.

“Swallowtails, huh. Don’t think anyone was really paying attention to what type of butterflies they were. Looks about right. The idea that they were made by someone’s potential is a good one though. With the size of that swarm… yeah I can only imagine it would be.”

She let out a sigh as she looked back to Muskrat who was now on a third scan of the city sky. Didn’t seem he was having any more luck with locating where the swarm went next.

“Sucks though. Could be the reason we lost the swarm is cause the creator off’d ‘em. Would put us back at-”

A text notification sounded on each of the phones in her possession and Fox’s behind her.

“Hey MUSK come take a look boss is messaging.”

She threw her phone to Muskrat before continuing the conversation on his.

“Hey, kid- We got more shit going on in multiple directions. We’re being sent to the bridges to support Greed and Succubus. As for the butterflies. We chased ‘em up northeast and then they started disappearing and splitting with the swarm. Musk saw some heading further north and some heading to the docks area. We gotta go so just text if you need anything. Don’t mind if we take a bit.”


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Yuto Nishimura

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 1: Scene 2 [Pump Up The Volume]

LOCATION:

Docks, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Snake, Sang-Cheol, (Cops)

Pump Up The Volume

At first, Yuto was willingly outright ignoring the angry guy's outburst towards him. Tilting his chin up and staring at the sky, anything to keep the man out of his sights and ruin his fun. That was- until, the Sang- man decided to catch his ankle, catching Yuto by surprise. Snapping his head down, he whined childishly, attempting to kick Sang's hold off of him. " Let me gooo!~ This isn't how you play the ga-" The three eyed man was suddenly cut off as the car shook. With Sang's hold on him, and he himself suddenly becoming unbalanced, he toppled off of the car, not without taking Sang down with him as revenge.

With Yuto's face smashed to the dirty floor, it took him a couple seconds to collect himself, laying deathly still. He suddenly sprung up, brushing dust off his clothes before huffing out a pout. However, it was quickly replaced with smug satisfaction as he trailed behind Snake, humming to himself.

Yuto tilted his head as he pondered the question, tapping his chin. A weapon? His hands roamed over his body, checking his pockets. hmmm.. it didn't seem so.. well then fry his balls and hang them on a Christmas tree. He'll just have to get them from someone. He wouldn't bother trying to steal the gun from Sang, that guy seemed to have a trigger finger. Yuto would doubt he wouldn't notice a missing gun on his person.

Humming in thought, Yuto's eyes raked down Snake's body in front of him. Snake seemed the most focused on the mission... Surely he wouldn't notice if something went missing for a few minutes right? Or however long this took them. Whistling to himself, his eyes trailed up the warehouse walls, covertly flicking ever so often to Snake as he edged closer. Hugging him from behind he giggled, " Good luck on the mission! Hope you don't get killed!~" With a pat to his backside, he slipped the gun out from Snake's waistband, instantly stuffing it into his own hoodie pocket. Yuto trotted away, light on his feet to a nearby warehouse to the right of them.

Inspecting it, he trailed a finger down the side of the door, staring daggers into the dirt that collected on the pad. He cringed in disgust. He really didn't want to touch this thing, who knows how long its been sitting in grime like this... Clenching his jaw, he kicked open the warehouse doors, flinching back at the poof of dust that followed. Shaking his shoulders out, he forced a nervous smile on his face, crossing his arms to hide himself from the dirtiness. Steeling himself, he got to work shifting things around, blocking the outside from seeing too much. He couldn't help the shivers that ran through him as dirt kept collecting on his palms.

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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 phone rang, notifying her that she had received a text message, what a nuisance, she opted to slow down and grab her phone in order to read it while sorta driving. Not really a safe option but she has been with people who been doing way more dangerous stunts than this in a car or with cars in general, thinking about the dumb stuff she and her Mercenary crew did made her miss them somewhat. But now wasn't the time to dwell as she glanced back and forth between her phone and the road, she couldn't help but get even more pissed as she learned what was going on at the bridge. This was probably all a set up by the Dragons, they could be the ones orchestrating all this, or their simply trying to take advantage of their current state, either way they needed to deal with one of these problems fast. The Dragon problem was a direct one, while the Nina death problem was a on the clock one, she couldn't be doing two things at once, but thankfully she had her Shadow Friends. Opting to contact Zulin she telepathically asked him Zulin, would you mind switching real quick, i kinda need Libla to assess a situation real quick. silence, it went on for a hot minute before Zulin finally caved in Fine...I'll allow a Libla switch. Thanks Zulin.

With a sigh of relief, Helva and Zulin went on to make the switch, it took a few short seconds before Zulin had been switched out with Libla, Helva then went on to give Libla a short briefing on what she wanted her to do. Before Helvas focus went back to the road, she wanted to know Alexs next move, and she needed to go to her gun store, in order to get more equipment, she was going to need quiet a lot of explosives in order to deal with a pest such as the Dragon king. But still she had to figure out which threat mattered more, the Dragon King or the bastereds who killed one of her fellow Phoenix that was in her Squad. She hated hard decisions such as this, so she would have to leave this one to Alex, since he is the arrogant brat that struts around with Jack title around like it matters to them. As soon as Alex stopped she planned to ask him about his next move, and his main priority.

 

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Vulken's Little Bro

"BLITZ"​

At Boltius' question, with her hands clasped by Charlie's, the civilian woman nodded her head. She had said her piece and had nothing more to offer.

Boltius waved her off then she was gone with a sigh of relief, likely on her way home to tell the story of what just happened.

Still, waves of raw emotion radiated from the fiery-haired Phoenix, but it was clear to any good judge of character that he was doing his best to hold himself together.

He held his phone tightly, keeping it at his ear to hear Panda as Charlie followed orders and updated Lyric on their progress.

"I feel ya kid, but you can’t just throw shit into the wind and hope it sticks. That's a fast track to losing all your leads," said Panda, and Boltius grit his teeth. She was right. Racing blindly invited the risk of getting lost or running into walls. But how did one escape the blindfold exactly?

Panda was quiet for a moment and Boltius waited, all the while tapping his foot and watching every which direction of his surroundings.

Then finally, "Swallowtails, huh." She continued on.

Again, Bolt listened, trying his best to absorb her words for all that they were worth. However, he couldn't shake the unabatingly disrupting image of Nina from his head, and so he struggled to focus. Try as he might, he wouldn't be satisfied until the culprit was dead.

His mind teased him with tempting thoughts of bashing someone's brain in, but before he could further delve into those fantasies, his phone vibrated against his ear. A text from Lyric, it seemed, and he wasn't the only one.

"Uh--Hey, Panda, I've gotta-"

Panda's voice interrupted him, "Hey, kid- We got more shit going on in multiple directions. We’re being sent to the bridges to support Greed and Succubus. As for the butterflies. We chased ‘em up northeast and then they started disappearing and splitting with the swarm. Musk saw some heading further north and some heading to the docks area. We gotta go so just text if you need anything. Don’t mind if we take a bit."

"Got it. No problem. Later." With that, the call ended, and Boltius quickly navigated his phone to read the message from Lyric.

'Autopsy’s in, Keep your eyes peeled for any women that are dressed too formally or a blind rich man that looks like they do not belong. We may need to rendezvous as well. There are more problems coming in by the minute.'

"Formally dressed women; blind rich man..." He noted the descriptions, repeating them quietly to himself a few times before facing Charlie. "So we've got suspects." He couldn't fight the daring smile growing across his face as his fingers tingled with anticipation for a nearing climax. "Looks like the Boss is wantin' to rendezvous..."

Boltius typed a message to Lyric then, "panda said up north the swallowtales could be up north north or the docks we you wanna meet up there? im thinkin docs we dont wanna slow down do we?"

Once the text was sent, Boltius thought for a moment with a glare at Charlie. Vulken was supposed to be with Reika today, wasn't he? What's going on at the bridges?

Before he could grow skeptical, another message from Lyric came through. Bolt spoke aloud so that Charlie could hear, "She wants us to backtrack; meet up at the nearest nightclub." As much as he preferred the idea of moving forward, Lyric's wish was his command. He wouldn't argue.

"C'mon, let's go."

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[AriAriAbabwa]

Jesper Albrecht / Guardian

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 1: Scene 4 [Day of Reckoning]

LOCATION:

East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Ruri ( Beann ), Jesper, Kanna ( FabulousTrash ), Reika ( Taigakitt ), Vulken ( Nobody Special ), Dimitri ( The Prophet ), + Mqueserasera

Day of Reckoning

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Jesper really did not want to fight Reika. Partly because he didn't want to piss her off more than he already did (though it was too late), and mostly because the incoming tidal wave became more for him to worry about. There were also the three strangers still on the run. Speaking of...

The trio flew off into the sky, presumably landing somewhere in Central District. Fan-fucking-tastic. Not only did the man of the three know Guardian as 'Jesper,' but three of the best Dragons giving chase failed to apprehend any of them!

As Reika retreated and the wave neared, Jesper prepared to make a simple manuever a teleport further back of the bridge and behind the pileup of vehicles; back to the two drones he left on guard. A second before he could any of that, however, a blue text message played a pinging noise in his ear, obstructing the upper half of his face. Effectively blocked for a few yet precious seconds, Guardian felt the wave crash into him and hurl his torso against the pavement—just before teleporting himself back to the surveillance room.

At the same time, two little beeps in Jesper's headset told him the two drones he left were utterly demolished. "Ghack!" Jesper recoiled from the chair, clutching his side where impact struck. The transferring pain was the one thing he despised about his Potentiality. But no! This should have not have happened in the first place! "God fucking damn—Why did I think making that function was good idea?!" Jesper slapped himself on the head lightly, clambering back onto his chair. He used his free hand to take his phone, grumbling as he unlocked it. "Way to go genius boy, implementing the texts in way so they cover half your fucking face. Dear God..."

Jesper only grimaced further as he read the sender's name: Reveler... Of course it was. At the very least, the text was apparently only related to the investigation she was aiding in; he preferred that over any of her other 'tendencies.' But as he read the contents, the heir began grinding his teeth. He typed back to her. 'Could have told me that earlier. We were chasing someone who fit that description and they JUST got away with two other people.'

Deciding to tank through the ache in his side, Jesper took the cameras and found the remaining two drones at the bridge. What was happening was sheer chaos.Maybe this is what his dad meant by how 'underdeveloped' everyone outside of the east was. Everything was going swimmingly up until these strangers showed up. And the Phoenixes' interference was truly uncalled for—things would have gone a lot better if they didn't trick him into firing at them. Of that, Jesper was stubborn about. There was no way such a consequential action was his fault.

And this must be what my dad meant about Shen, Jesper thought as one of the drones he took over had hovered after the crash. The Dragon King was not holding back at the cost of the whole bridge! Jesper never shared his father's less-than-ideal feelings about the King, but he could see exactly why his dad thought that way. Not that Jesper cared too much; if the citizens were any smart, they'd realize they had to run off the bridge to survive. And he simply didn't have the same critical eye for perfection as his dad.

He thought about materializing as Guardian again, but all the hostiles were apparently gone, leaving only the Dragons to clean up the mess. Jesper's stomach grumbled. He took his phone, typing one last message to the Dragons present at the scene. 'Brb, gonna grab smth to eat.' Then he left the room in search of the surveillance building's refrigerator.

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YONG-YUT SOMSRI

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 1 [From The Ashes]

LOCATION:

Phoenix HQ, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Lyric, Bernardo

From The Ashes

Yong-Yut’s gaze left the boat to focus on the words that came out of Lyric's mouth.

Talking.

Then a pause.

More talking.

Then a hum.

“Have you ever seen a blind rich man wandering around? If we can’t get further information then any conclusions won’t manage to hold much water”

Yong-Yut scanned the ground as they tried recalling all the people she saw. “Uh.. hm. I saw a business-looking man on our way here. I’m not sure if he was blind or not. Definitely rich. Probably… not the person we’re looking for, though.” She cringed internally at what she said, feeling immediate regret. Probably wasn’t useful information at all.

As the King received and read out a text, they turned their head in order to hear Lyric better. An update from the other two should be useful.

…

Oh. The butterflies are probably gone by now, then. Congrats to Boltius for not exploding. Much better than I expected of him. She turned around at Lyric’s question, wringing her hands idly. “Flying’s fine to me.”

She looked over as Lyric began texting people, stepping a tad bit closer to watch the texts. They attempted to pay attention to what was being typed as they thought over the events that have happened in such a short time. A pretty good day, in her opinion, went downhill so fast. Disheartening.

“We need to get back to Blitz and Temperer before giving them any news about Draken.”

She looked up at Lyric before giving her a curt nod, turning around, and walking.

 

[Nobody Special]

VULKEN BECKMAN

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 3 [Training Day]

LOCATION:

Southeast Bridge, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Reika, Dimitri, Shen, Kanna, Ruriko, Guardian

CURRENT STAGE:

2 (Current Temp: 1,500°F / 815.6°C (Cooling Down))

TRAINING DAY

Shifting into a more comfortable seated position, one of his knees now facing the sky above them and his other leg tucked neatly under it, Vulken listened to his old friend’s explanation without a single word leaving his mouth. Not by choice, but simply because he felt that if he wasted his energy on talking, he wouldn’t be able to make it home tonight. And a good-night’s sleep in the comfort of his own bed sounded fucking great right about now.

“...and that's why we're here.”

He blinked when she concluded her story. It all made sense now– why everything had unfolded into the mess they were in now, that was. But, for some reason, he still felt… unsatisfied. Surely he still had a reason to take a few heads off, right? Images of him standing over the lifeless corpse of Kanna’s King flashed in his mind for a moment, before he wearily shook his head, brushing them aside… for now.

In unison with the Jack sitting across from him, Vulken exhaled. He was tired. And to make things worse, he was conflicted. A raging fire still burned inside of him, stoking flames of bloodlust, but the reason he had felt this way in the first place had practically just been snatched away from him. Sure, he was still extremely angry that he had been shot at and attacked, but just like him, his assailant had surely misunderstood the situation. If he were to stand up, find the gunman, and reduce them to a pool of boiling flesh right now, would it still be justified?

He took Kanna’s hand, shakily rising to his feet thanks to her help. Another sigh. With every breath, he felt himself calming down, and the inferno within him began to die down. He couldn’t run around risking his life for the sake of a fight the way he had when he was younger. He had too many people he had to worry about now, people he cared about. Besides, he still had to figure out why the hell he felt like his energy was being sapped from him by the millisecond. Relax, he told himself, We’ve got bigger things to focus on here.

Then, the ground began to shake. If it weren’t for Kanna’s grip on his arm, Vulken probably would have fallen down. As soon as he heard the substructure of the bridge begin to creak and scream under the pressure, he knew exactly what was going on. Citrus eyes immediately began scanning the area, frantically bouncing around until they locked onto a familiar head of cobalt hair. Without another thought, he felt his feet begin to carry him towards his previous opponent, and a strained, frustrated grin began to form on his face.

Nevermind, fuck the bigger things–

Or, at least, that was the mindset he would have adapted, had his assault not been terminated by the Dragon beside him before he could even get an attack out. He glared at her, as though to say, ‘Let me go’, but she had brought something to his attention that shifted his focus completely yet again.

"Your chest. It's still wounded."

Vulken looked down, only to see that his once crisp-white t-shirt was now almost completely red from the torso-down. How the fuck had he not noticed this before??? Was he really that stupid? He slowly brought a hand up to examine his wound, fighting through the pain to get some kind of idea of how bad things were.

It can’t be that bad…

…right?

He nodded to himself. He was fine.

Kanna’s grip loosened on him. He was free. He slowly shook his head at her suggestion to go home. He would have loved to, but he still had two other redheads to locate and explain the situation to. Despite the hole in his chest, despite his anger, despite how exhausted he was– he was Draken. He was strong. He had to be.

When Kanna uttered her final sentence to Vulken, he turned his head to face her. He could tell that she wasn’t having the greatest night either, possibly an even worse one than his. In an effort to cheer her up– to bring some light into those tired eyes of his childhood friend, he mustered up enough energy to shoot her a toothy, beaming grin.

“Yeah. Tomorrow.”

He straightened himself out, turning away from her once again to begin searching for Reika and Dimitri. Even walking was getting to be a little too much for him, but he powered through for the sake of salvaging whatever little relationship their two gangs still had left.

“Try to get some rest. Keep that face ‘a yours pretty. I ain't mad at 'cha, so don't go lookin' so down in the dumps. ”

He was totally going to get a handful of scoldings tomorrow.

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[Pik]

Lorrin Yumi

SCENE: Dragons Arc 1: Scene 2 [Placidity]
LOCATION: East District
BriiAngelic Vahn qingwa

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The knife would cut straight across Lorrin’s check had that been any closer it could have easily caught his eye or worse killed him outright. That move was definitely more meant to do damage to her opponents than to just throw knives randomly into the streets again. A bit of blood dripped from his cheek as he felt half the force of the throw go into him. It seems as though Red had called his bluff well I guess she's smarter than he gave her credit for still dum to give him all that info earlier but at least she can recognize an outright lie or maybe that's just straight-up miss trust. And it would also seem as though involving family in this would get him nowhere as well seems like there might be a bit of some shaky history there something Lorrin could relate to but now is not the time to be finding common ground with the enemy.
“Well don't say I didn't try to make this easy on you very well the dance of death it is then ill bring you in kicking and screaming assuming you even have a leg left after this that is.”
Lorrin would give chase once more drawing his own knife this time waiting for the right time to throw. But just where is she heading thou if she keeps going in this direction she going to run out of roof to land on which could only mean she going towards the river likey trying to run out of town. Hmm, maybe we could use this to our advantage. Calling back over at his teammates he shouts
“Get ready to catch her in t minus ten minutes!”
A brief spark would light as the stored force from earlier transferred into the knife. Taking aim prepared to throw the knife as soon as she jumped off the last roof, this time the knife is going into her leg.​

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[Peckinou]

Zulin -> Libla

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] -> [Day of Reckoning]

LOCATION:

South District -> Bridge

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi joshuadim Vulken Nobody Special , Dimitri The Prophet , Reika Taigakitt , Ruri Beann , Jesper AriAriAbabwa , Kanna FabulousTrash ,Shen Yue Elenion Aura
Partial Collab Notification Prior Nobody Special

A Gathering Storm

Zulin wasn't thrilled about being told that they needed to switch, though he could understand the reason behind it, he had to debate the consequences of refusing a order in a dire situation such as this before he reluctantly agreed to the swap. He gave Hitoshi a polite smile before saying "Hey, so it seems we got a situation at the bridge apparently, so i got to go, see you soon maybe!" and with that being said the shadows around Zulin surrounded him before eventually covering his entire body. When the shadows finally released their hold upon them, Zulin was then replaced with Libla who enthusiastically waved at Hitoshi.

Before listening in to Helvas telepathic voice, debrief her, Hey, we got a situation on the bridge Succubus, Vamp, and Draken are on the bridge fighting the Dragon King and his lackies, i need you to go and assess the situation, help them out if you can. Also be wary of the sky Nina was killed in the sky by some HP, but if they attack you while in the sky, that would only reveal their location and I'll be able to signal all the Phoenix in the area exactly to assist you. Don't get killed, i kinda need you and i don't wanna have to wait the hours in order to get you back. Don't worry Helva I'll save your friends from those mean Dragons. And with that little briefing given to her, Libla allowed the shadows to cover her feet, and ran on the road until she eventually encountered a two story building, it wasn't much height but it would have to do as. She quickly ran to the top of that, before pouncing off of it, and allowing the shadows at her feet to turn into a Hoverboard, as she then blasted forward towards the bridge, the wind blowing at her face, her hair began to flow with it, as she was able to then get a small birds eye view of everything that was going on, Vamp and Succubus were both in the water and Draken was captured by the Dragons, and by the looks of it, they hurt him too. You could say things were going just swimmingly for the Phoenixs, either way she had to act as the bridge rubble seemed to be falling on top of Reika and Vamp along with that there was a woman that looked to be guarding Vulken.

That woman was likely in going to try to take him prisoner, Libla had to take her down if she wanted to rescue Draken and escape, the other dragons seemed distracted enough that it should be relatively simple task, especially since she had the element of surprise. So she positioned herself at a advantages angle, and as soon as Vulken turned around to make his escape Libla then dive bombed right towards the Dragon Woman who was taking Draken captive, in order to try to ram the tip of her hover-board, right into her gut and take her off the bridge, or atleast stun her long enough to make a quick nab for Vulken, she honestly didn't even care if she dodged or not, since it was likely going to prevent her from reacting from her taking Vulken back. Nevertheless she quickly added on saying "You aren't Capturing Vulken today Dragon Lady." as she said that she quickly grabbed Vulken and dragged him onto her hover-board and allowing the shadows to envelop his feet in order to prevent him from falling off, she positioned his hands over her shoulders for assurance before Hovering back towards the phoenix side. She planned to rescue Reika and Vamp after she got the injured Vulken to safety, she was sure to give Vulken a reassured smile as she said "Don't worry Vulky you're safe now, i'll get Reika and Vamp once i get you to safety, those mean Dragons sure did a number on you."

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[Taigakitt]

We’ll Do It Live
In Scene: Yuudai “Beast” Fuse| Tri ( Damafaud ) | Delynn ( Mook-LandStrider ) | Kisara ( simj26 ) | NPCs ( Elenion Aura )​

“Sorry Deacon!” Yuudai barked out, though the wagging of his tail and the wolfish grin on his face said that he truly wasn’t sorry.

~*~​

Vargfang went to take his charge, running headlong as his hands got larger, fluffier, sharper then

thunk

Something his the police dog in the face.

Pink smoke exhumed from the bomb and Vargfang gif the full dose. He went tumbling down, rolling on the ground a couple times as his full shift was completed. A large, buff, white-furred werewolf took the place of the man who only had ears and a tail.

His pupils dilated in his sharp golden eyes, but in the opposite direction that you’d think out of a vicious predator. Nah, his pupils were so big that the gold was hard to see. He rubbed his nose as he sat there, ears flickering in wild directions and his tail thumping hard against the ground.

~*~​

Yuudai undid a partial shift and looked at Tri incredulously. “Man, why’d ya remove it!?” He thought for a moment as he tilted his head, “Though, not like I need it. Fights always get me riled up. Say, let’s hit a strip club after this!”

A shaky baton came pumping towards a now casual-standing Yuudai who was having a totally normal conversation with his Jack. The baton cracked against his bare back, but it shattered. The Beast King didn’t even budge.

“Huh?” He looked back, seeing a wide-eyed, terrified stare of the policewoman shaking like a leaf, broken baton in her hands.

Yuudai smirked as he turned around, ignoring the scene that was Vargfang and Tri.

“Well, helloooo beautiful. Say, you can come with us to the club too. Maybe you can show us a dance? Huh? Whattya say?”

~*~​

Vargfang, looking at his hands, it was as if he was seeing through rose-colored glasses. Pink vision. A strange sensation… yeah, where you’d expect it. He grunted, a quick thought of wishing Agnes, his girlfriend, was there.

He looked over at Tri, but any aggression in his tone was all but gone, “Wh-the hell did you shoot us with?” His large, fluffy hands were between his legs as he sat on the ground. For reasons.

Those affected by the pink smoke in the area seemed to get a glazed look over their expressions. Some lowered their weapons. There were some who had even less control and took to the backseats or make out sessions. In public. Police officers. Vargfang will be dolling out punishments after all of this, even if it really wasn’t truly their fault. Gotta uphold something.

Wait. Did that mean he had to punish himself?

Vargfang stood up to his full 7 foot stature, looking hungrily at Tri, drool starting to drip from his muzzle, “You ain’t serious about killing them. You need ‘em.”

~*~​

The house Delynn tumbled through, there were a few inhabitants. A child started screaming and their older brother scooped them up, running out of the house in the other direction.

The person Delynn had electrocuted was down for the count, their rifle falling from their grasp and dropped from the roof. It clattered to the ground below.

The police attempting to take on Delynn seemed to have a lesser affect from the drug, thanks to being a tiny bit further away, but alas, still affected.

As they charged into the building, Delynn was managing to keep some distance. For now.

Their attempt now would be to get her away from her gang mates, cut her off. With the power out, and the display she did earlier, they seemed to figure out that she needed a source to either intensify or shoot.

“Give yourself up now or else,” one of the women in the grouping spoke up. Her tone was weirdly cheerful. She held a donut in her hand, a gun in the other, aimed at Delynn.

 

[Tobi Naefaerne]

Alexander S. Hidalgo

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 2 [A Gathering Storm]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Akane, Hector, Hide, Hitoshi??, Helva

A GATHERING STORM

It shouldn’t have this haywire. It was supposed to be a simple gathering of information mission, maybe roughing up some folks that were putting their noses in the wrong places. Instead, only a portion of them had learned anything, Alex and Hector only made a show, and Nina had died in the skies. It didn’t matter now, the uncaring gloom of night stuck to Alex as he sped towards the meet-up place as only an HP could, in and out of the glow of the street lights. This mission would be a total blunder if not for Hector, so much so that Alex had to look to the side several times to ensure he was still dragging Hide along.

As he rounded the corner to the meet-up Alex’s phone buzzed with a message from Lyric. It seems even the shit’s shit had gone to shit, great. From the looks of things Hector and Akane had been waiting for a while at the restaurant, Alex would have to thank them or apologize later.

“Sorry for the poor communication guys, but it seems this night just keeps gettin’ crappier. We can talk here in the open, or inside, but it’s best we stick together for the rest of the night.” Alex spoke with mixed feelings, not so much sounding tired, but frustrated. “Hide, it’s time you walk on your own, now that I think on it.” With that Alex released his manifestations, dropping Hide on the ground.

“Anyways, Hector, you’ve been the most successful thus far. What do you want to attempt?”

Anne Boolean WhiskeyMarten Caffeine_Obsessed joshuadim Peckinou
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[Elenion Aura]

SHEN YUE

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 1: Scene 4 [Reckoning]

LOCATION:

East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Ruriko, Kanna, Jesper, Enemies

RECKONING

Suddenly, as he stood there on what remained of the bridge that had once connected the Southern, East, and Central Districts, Shen recalled the words of his father.

"My boy," he heard him say again, as he'd heard him say it all those years ago. Sorrow tinged with fear. Shen felt the hands of his father upon his shoulders, saw his face, pocketed and lined by age and by worry, in the cold light of the moon. "What have you done?"

He remembered those words clearly, and the way his father had looked as he'd said them all those years ago. It was the moment Shen had realized that his father was afraid of him. And now Ruri stood where he had, with that same look in her eye. She was speaking... Speaking to him now, too.

“Hi, Ru Ri,” Shen said in a quiet, friendly way as the bridge beneath their feet buckled. He looked at her face for a little while longer, before the sight of the devastation behind her tore his gaze away. The Southern Bridge was gone. Torn asunder and swallowed by the river. What remained were ruined concrete slabs and shattered pillars that would soon crumble away. And on Shen's shoulders rested the responsibility for such ruination. Surely, there had been a reason. Surely, this was just...

Another tremor rocked the Eastern bridge. Shen braced himself, as the cloth of his tunic grazed the skin of his wrists. Instant, sharp, shooting pain erupted from the point of contact. He looked at the places where the Phoenix had grabbed him. The flesh there was a ruin of blisters and sloughing skin. He hadn't noticed how bad it was until now. The pain reminded him. There were enemies on this bridge. Or at least, there had been. Shen looked around. He couldn't see them, now. Not the Phoenix Queen, or the one boy that was with her. That only left...

You.

There he was. Still on the bridge. And he was... Holding Kanna's hand? Shen's brow furrowed in confusion for a moment, but quickly he steeled himself. There would be time later to question that. For now, more pressing matters were at hand.

Shen turned slightly to face him, even as Ruriko had pleaded with him to do... Something? Surely it could wait until all of the Phoenixes had been defeated. Though, as Shen watched, the Phoenix took one last look at Kanna before departing peacefully. Or at least, trying to depart. Before he had gotten very far at all, a peculiar-looking girl riding a peculiar-looking... Thing?—Shen didn't have the word for what it looked like, so in his mind it would remain a 'thing'—swooped down and plucked him up like a bird of prey might pluck up a small animal. The sight was so strange and unexpected that it gave Shen pause long enough for the bridge beneath his feet to sway and whine once more. The sudden loss of the Southern length of bridge now threatened to collapse the whole structure. Shen recalled now what Ruri had said. But could he do it?

As he looked to the ruins toward the South, wondering whether or not those cars had all been abandoned after all, Shen once more heard the voice of his father, a spectre of a memory needling at the back of his mind.

"What have you done?"

Shen remembered that he hadn't understood the question at the time. “I won, father,” he had said, and watched as the old man's heart broke before his eyes.

Shen hadn't understood, then, the cost of violence. And still, he had much left to learn... But this time. This time he could try to atone.

He gave Ruri one last look, nodding in understanding before he took to the sky again, hovering toward the expanse of roaring river where the once-standing bridge now choked beneath the currents. Spreading his trembling, bubbling arms, Shen pulled the metal from the river before disappearing with it beneath the bridge that still stood.

He would use the bones of the South Bridge to stabilize what remained of the Eastern Bridge.

He hoped.

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