Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

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Lin Kairong

https://www.rpnation.com/threads/four-heavenly-kings-cs-thread.503332/post-11147683

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SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Pleasure District, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Silver

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

"Hah hah hah. Finally, a fellow man who understands me. There is something they call a… a video call, I believe? that allows for such face-to-face conferences. It's revolutionary, really, how far technology has come, though I still find it uncomfortable. I will talk when I wish to, and I do not want to be at the beck and call of every ring." He let the younger man continue to speak, and his brows began to furrow. So this Swallowtail was the wrong mark, perhaps. A frame-up, as they call it? From how Silver spoke of her, he doubted that she was thr one who was truly responsible.


“Oh, no, no.” The old man shook his head slowly. He could pick up the slightest hint of concern in Silver’s voice. Admirable, really. A man who cared for his own employees, no matter their profession. “Quite the opposite really. We cannot find her at all, as a matter of fact,” he clarified. His tone remained calm, but there was a certain level of solemnity in it. He could certainly empathise with SIlver. If Isaiah, Ruriko, Reveler, or his own children were considered a suspect to a crime, and they had vanished at the same time, he would be beside himself with worry. He thought to leave Reveler out of his list- she was most likely to be responsible for whatever it was she was accused of, but reserved his judgement. She was still one of those under his wings, aged as they are. He would, no doubt, still be worried. From what information he had gleaned, however, with the poison and the dead Dragon, the chances of Swallowtail being alive was swiftly diminishing. He must act quickly, but he had no idea of where to even begin. He had to continue gathering information. Though his hands itched to claw at the guilty, he couldn't act without any strong leads.


He chose his next words carefully. He did not want to upset Silver, or anyone else who was listening. "There is no need to worry about her. I am confident the youngsters are doing their best right now. We will get to the bottom of this as soon as we can." His eyes shifted towards the source of the approaching footsteps, but continued to speak to Silver, uninterrupted. He supposed he would have to gather more information as is. "Have you noticed any changes to Swallowtail's behaviour as of late? Has anyone seen her after or during the assumed time of the incident, leaving her room, for instance, or exiting the premises?"

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[Doctor Llamabean]

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BOLTIUS

Vulken's Little Bro

"BLITZ"​

Seeing Charlie toss his baton around gave Boltius an itch that, in order to satisfy it, required him to take out his butterfly knife, which he paraded with a skillful flourish.

As Charlie spoke, he listened, albeit distractedly. The other half of his focus was on his surroundings, seeking anything or -one out of place, and occasionally it drifted off to a self-fabricated scenario in which he brutally mauled Nina’s unidentified killer.

It was one way to blow off steam, I suppose. At least enough to hold him off until the bastard was within reach.

Over the course of their trip, they talked. Boltius dropped his knife a few times; he told Charlie of his hobby for dancing, and told him of the small pub he’d been cleaning up since the hurricane—that he was a regular there and was once aiming to win the heart of the proprietor’s granddaughter until it all went bad. Now, his goal was to scavenge enough recyclable material to put what it’s worth in the poor doll’s hand, which wouldn’t be much.

Before they arrived, Boltius could see the color-changing spotlights of the club rising up into the night sky, drawing infinity signs from their fixed points, and hear the distant bumping of music that was the club’s beating heart, pumping good vibes and giving life to the party people inside.

He enjoyed that type of setting. One where you could get trashed and just have a good time, but he was never interested in the drugs, which were almost a given.

More times than not, even the most unlikely characters were flashing him a goodie bag and getting grabby for payment before they even knew whether or not he appreciated the offer. Bug-eyed loons, the lot of them. They made him shiver. Gave him a bad appetite.

…He suddenly felt the urge to wash his hands.

Putting his butterfly knife away, Boltius led Charlie to the bright green stairs of the nightclub’s main entrance, but he didn’t ascend them. He stopped on the outer side of the railing. There, he leaned against the exterior of the building and took out his phone. Messages; he found Lyric’s alias in his recent history and texted her an update.

”we made it are at infitinys the one on ### 5th ave”

Without a mind to proofread the message, he slipped his phone back into the right of his two pockets.

"Well, I guess we now wait,” said Charlie. Boltius kept quiet.

He could feel the energetic bass of the nightclub’s speakers through its walls.

As he scanned the lot, the brightly colored LEDs tracing the zig-zag of the stairs’ side-surface beside him reflected back into his eyes, painting them green, then blue, then purple, and so on. Like a lion studying its prey, his gaze held a cutting-edge.

Two warmly-dressed women locked together by the arms, their hair a mess, exited the club, spewing nonsense ridden with laughter as they moseyed down the stairs, and Boltius glanced at them. Their clothes were nice, but he wouldn’t call it fancy. The farthest of the two noticed his glare, and she alerted her friend, who took the two in with a flirtatious eye and inviting smile.

“You two coming or going?” she asked. Her friend snickered.

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[Roda the Red]

Charlie Hughes

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 1 [From the Ashes]

LOCATION:

Phoenix HQ, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Boltius ( Doctor Llamabean )

From the Ashes

Charlie tried to keep his mind calmed and collected as he waited, which proved to be relatively difficult the with loud music and vibration coming from the inside of the club. Charlie did not enjoy places like this, sure, he enjoyed dancing, but the extremely loud music and strangers getting all weird and annoying was far from his liking. His thoughts on the matter were short-lived though, as soon after he could hear the front door of the building opening. Out of instinct, Charlie quickly slid the baton into the back of his pants and used his jacket to cover the handle, last thing he needed was to have more people scared needlessly tonight.

The people coming out of the club turned out to be a pair of pretty ladies, dressed in cute clothes well-suited for nightlife fun, one of them was particularly cute, wish deep green eyes and a chestnut hair in a messy bob cut. Said girl noticed Boltius, who apparently was also looking at them, and spoke to him and Charlie.

“You two coming or going?”

Could this be... what could have she meant by that. Was she being friendly, maybe just curious...Or perhaps... perhaps they were flirting?. Charlie's face proceeded to become partially covered in a faint shade of red. He turned around to face the pair, and with a small hand wave gesture, he proceeded to give them a proper dismissal.

"N-No no, we are just waiting for a few of our friends to show up, sorry for the confusion, ladies... I'm Charlie by the way, and this is my friend Bolt"

Why in the world are you introducing yourself, Charlie? Sure, that's fine, It's not like your allies are in immediate danger or anything.

 

[The Regal Rper]

Dante | LINK
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Arc 1 Scene 1 {Free Real Estate}

Discomfort was a sign of life, and for Dante, the feeling he felt was a fitting sense of karma as he did what only he could do in this delicate situation.

Buried in a pile of rubble, some tiny, others the size of a child, metal poles, broken pieces of ceiling, sharp jagged splinters from ceiling fans, glass from the cases that surrounded formerly functional light bulbs- Dante felt nothing but incredible discomfort as he willed parts of his energy to move. Shaping things around them in delicate ways. Building a space around them on his knees and then within a few seconds, he was standing.

That was the deal when it came to Jasper. Everything he did with his energy on some degree, there was feedback. Intense feedback could make him lose the link. A link that allowed him to feel or detect or sense when something touched his energy. It didn't matter if he was slicing into someone or using his power to knock something aside, he could detect the contact, and that in turn made it a double-edged sword. The question was how well he could ignore the feedback or deal with it by pushing through. In this case, pushing through was simple. As the discomfort he felt lasted only as long as he willed it, and even then- it was nothing to fret over when there were five lives at stake.

Even if he was a thug- it would be by his own rules. And right now, being a thug wasn't what was needed.

Five teenagers, three girls, three boys, the youngest clearly a prepubescent- maybe twelve, maybe a little older- it was hard to tell but it ultimately didn't matter. They were all huddled into each other, shielding their eyes but slowing realizing death had not come for them quite yet, stared with wide, teary eyes in shock as they came to the revelation that they were not dead- hadn't been crushed by rubble just yet.

He had sensed the work falling apart while he'd been up there. While Darius had made his attempts to reach him, every attempt a failure, he had been spreading energy particles around to get a read of where the female that had been with the blonde masked boy before was. And while he had not sensed her in particular, he had sensed heat. Incredible heat travelling up the pillars. It had been a warning, a sign to him that something was going on. And he'd cottoned on to it in time before the whole place fell apart right on top of them in every literal sense of the way.

When the ceiling had come crashing down on all inside Mach Sling, Dante had moved towards the group that would find their doom. When he'd landed in front of them- six feet tall of shimmering scales, muscle, sandals, and dressed like a total chad, he hadn't said a word as their sight was enveloped in his light. He'd merely acted as the rubble and shrapnel came flying in their direction. He had formed a tiny dome that had at first been so small they'd all been pressed nearly to the point of touching, but as the seconds and minutes went- he had moved the pieces around them further and further away. Pushing rubble back, and moving it carefully away.

It would be so simple to burst through all this rubble with a full flex of energy, but if he did that, he'd be knocking the innocents into the rubble in the process. Or with how hard he could hit, be killing them.

So Dante took his time. Uncaring of the state of his fellow gang members, of Bash and his bloodthirsty desire or the threat he posed at touching him, or any of the gang members in general. For the next six minutes, Dante's focus was protecting these kids. Even as the cries of every other soul echoed around them, and he could hear the distant sound of fighting somewhere ahead, it mattered little. He worked silently, aware that the kids were watching him, but incapable of saying a word.

Till one asked: Why?

Silently, he kept working. He couldn't answer that. Though they weren't about to make it easy on him.

"Why save us when you're one of the reasons this happened in the first place!" one of them yelled.

"Sarah"

"Fuck this Clyde! Its shit like this that makes the little peace we get things we have to treasure. I don't care if he hurts me, he's done enough already with all of this shit! HEY"

The girl had a pair. She marched right up to him, uncaring of the fact he was the one keeping them safe and glared at him now that they all had the room to move around enough on their feet.

"Why are you doing this?! Why are you helping us?!" Sarah, demanded. The runny makeup on her face, magnified by the tears in her eyes betraying the furious look and snarl she wore.

Dante stared at her with the first genuine expression he'd had on since committing to the act. A sad grin, yet with his skill, it looked far more like a half-assed, apologetic smile that showed off his sharpest teeth. "You just happened to be where I landed" was the lie.

Then the dome flared, and with a grunt, Dante shoved everything on it, from rubble to detritus off with a push. In that same moment, the groans and noises of all the injured occupants around them were loud and clear. Immediately his charges took their leave while he turned his attention to what was going on up ahead.

"...Thanks...I guess..." And then the kid was gone. Running off after his friends, rushing to go and help them help the few they could.

Dante merely watched him go from the corner of his eye, then moved towards the devatastation where the Tigers were located with the Serpents up ahead. Leaping off the ceiling as he had, he had shot off completely away from the initial fight. If he was right about where things had ended up, then...

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He emerged just in time to see the August launch Darius clear to the sky. He had only seen the end moments of that altercation which had involved Darius touching August, grappling with him on the ground. From the way August was currently reacting, that meant that the blonde masked boy's power did indeed deal with physical touch, just like Bash's. And from what he had seen, the other one next to Bash had a ranged ability of some kind that manipulated his own bodily fluids. It was clear Gorilla Mask's ability had been the cause of all this mayhem, which meant the heat he had sensed had come from her- meaning she had some sort of heat or fire based ability, another thing to look out for.

Mentally, he was working things out now. Reina wasn't in action at the moment. And from what he knew of her capabilities her powers were based on physical alterations to her own body- if she wasn't active that meant either three possibilities. She was either dead, unconscious, or Bash had her power under lock. Only one of those options made things more difficult.

The fact Lucy was not moving around just yet meant that she too was buried somewhere in this rubble. Since he hadn't been seen yet, given that he was peeking over a pile of rubble himself and since it was large enough for him to crouch behind, Dante weighed his options.

Honestly he'd gotten the data he'd been looking for to a degree. Not in its fullest, but he had gotten to see how Lucy operated out in the field. As well as Reina and August. There really was no point in staying- he could leave. Slip away and let whatever happened here, happen. If they survived he could deal with the consequences later.

Yet a part of him knew that was rookie thinking; foolishness at its finest. If Lucy weren't Queen, he'd probably have entertained ditching her. He couldn't because she was. August also had done nothing to deserver such treatment, and in all honesty the wound he had received just now could have been prevented, though how much damage his action to intervene would've prevented was debatable to be honest. If he wanted to fire projectiles with his energy he could- but the smaller he made them, the less piercing power it had and the more force it carried to only act more like a sharply timed strike with a pointed object. It might pierce the skin, but it was no bullet wound, that was for sure. Else, he'd have sprayed the whole group over already and collected the idiots remaining until Queen Wild gave the orders for him to do something else.

Options limited, Dante did the best thing he could do.

Intervene. After all there were tricks he had up his sleeve. Fighting Bash was the last thing he had wanted if he were being honest. If he touched him once, even once- that was it. Jig was up.

Yet he was prepared to kill everyone if it came down to it. Lucy would be first since he didn't know what she could do. It'd have to be swift, instant, immediate, before she could activate her power. Then he could pick off the rest of them or flee while the shock was in effect.

All of this was hypothetical though. Only hypothetical, not yet a necessity.

Since Bash had seen him in his gear, that made all of this a cautious game of tag. If that bloodthirsty Serpent got one touch on him, he'd revert back to his current state, wearing the same mended gear he had worn the last time they fought. He'd be recognized instantly, and without his powers to help- his chances of beating Bash surrounded by multiple Serpents would only bring more trouble, and give his fellow Tigers a reason to ditch him even more.

A movement, and a circular shield manifested along with six tanbo. With a thought he applied the unspoken rules to all these creations, and then in the same instant his arm burned a radiant emerald green.

Wordlessly, with a lift of his arm, claws emerged under the slab of stone in front of him- his hand closed into a fist, and in that same instant, the stone he'd been hiding in front of crushed under the pressure of the energy claw. Cracking into hundreds of tiny particles. Then with a grinding motion of that same hand, Dante crushed it into even smaller pieces. Enough to make them useful projectiles. Reeling that same arm back the ball of dust in his glowing emerald claw moved up, then with a throwing gesture, the small stones and particles went like bullets towards all the Serpents.

A glowing, burning gold eyed humanoid rushing in the direction of fight ahead where August, Lucy and the Serpents were located.

Yet just like it seemed when he was going to attack, the glowing humanoid stopped- and Dante released the energy he'd been charging outwards. A humanoid obstacle went charging in his steed ahead of him at the Serpents while he made his way straight towards Lucy and August; energy popping and crackling off its form, its glowing eyes giving it a strange supernatural appearance as it slid forwards, glowing brighter and brighter by the second as it neared before-- boom it exploded, releasing a shockwave of energy strong enough to knock anyone nearby down that was hit by the emerald energy blast.

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[Doctor Llamabean]

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BOLTIUS

Vulken's Little Bro

"BLITZ"​

"N-No no, we are just waiting for a few of our friends to show up, sorry for the confusion, ladies... I'm Charlie by the way, and this is my friend Bolt"

“That’s okay,” the bob-haired girl waved it off. “We’re heading home.”

“Oh?” asked her friend, a busty, blue-eyed blonde. “Will they be long?”

Boltius tilted his head and cocked a brow at Charlie. He wondered if she was one of those women who get nervous in the face of other women. But looking at the two of them, they were nothing to brag about—not beside Charlie anyway.

Bolt preferred a woman who could challenge him. Yeah, Charlie was short, but Bolt felt from smacking her arm earlier that beneath that jacket she boasted some fair muscle. These two floozies looked like they’d fall over if a kid ran into them.

Then again… that’s just the idea as far as a long-term partner was concerned.

The general idea of playing around with these ladies once or twice was appealing enough that he stepped forward. “Probably not, it’s kind of important. But how about you hit us up at a later time?” he asked, taking out his phone. He unlocked it and handed it to the blonde, and she saved her number in his contacts under: “Aliera” with a kissy face.

“And yours?” She gave the phone back.

“Sending it now,” said Boltius.

Shortly after, her phone dinged and she checked it to see his message:

”told ya”

Their eyes locked briefly and, for a second, it seemed they’d forgotten about their respective friends. Boltius flashed Aliera a tonguey smile, then he walked backwards and returned to his previous position, all the while staring at his screen to check for any messages from Lyric.

Meanwhile, Aliera took a glance at Charlie, stared at him, then tugged her bob-haired companion by the arm. “We look forward to meeting up~” She smiled at Charlie, then they were off with a wave.

Once Boltius finished up with his phone, he put it away and crossed his arms.

“Well, they were cute,” he said, shrugging one shoulder. There came a pause, then he added honestly, “But you're... probably more my type. Not tryna be rude. I'm jus' sayin'. You're really cute.”

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[Roda the Red]

Charlie Hughes

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 1 [From the Ashes]

LOCATION:

Phoenix HQ, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Boltius ( Doctor Llamabean )

From the Ashes

Just when Charlie was starting to feel a knot in his throat, not really sure what to say to the pair, Boltius took the reins of the situation, and started to hook up with one of the girls. Surprisingly, he was able to get her number with a very smooth move... Did...Did Bolt just set them up for a possible double date in the future? Charlie was in shock by the realization, and a new feeling of admiration for Bolt came to him. He knew the way of the game, and Charlie now looked up to him because of that. The boy had been without a partner for a few years now, it was hard for someone like him, who yearned for social interaction, to find no success in the romantic pursuit, but honestly, considering all he's been through since leaving his home, it was understandable for him to lack the right mindset to properly look for a girlfriend... But perhaps that could now change? Charlie waved at the ladies shyly as they walked away, a dumb smile in his face formed as they got far enough.

“Well, they were cute, but you're... probably more my type. Not tryna be rude. I'm jus' sayin'. You're really cute.”

Charlie stared at Bolt blankly for a solid second, utterly dumbfounded by his remark. Why would he say that, was Boltius actually into men? Was he just joking around? Or maybe was Charlie's suspicion about Bolt confusing him for a woman true? He was lost for words, laughing awkwardly as he rubbed his left arm with his right hand. He had to say something in response, should he perhaps clear things up? But what if there was nothing to clear up and Bolt was just being funny. With uncertainty, Charlie decided to say something to make things less awkward.

"Cute? kind of a weird thing to say but thanks! You're pretty handsome yourself if I can say so myself"

Nope, bad, that was really bad, now things are much more awkward, now it looks as if you were interested in Boltius. Come on Charlie, say something else to clear things up, that you're not interested in men.

"Don't get cocky though, I'm not gonna start liking you just because you say I'm your type, hahaha..."

You, sir, are a lost cause.

 

[The Prophet]

DIMITRI BELLARI

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 3 [Day of Reckoning]

LOCATION:

Central-Connecting Bridge

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Reika, Vulken, Dragons

Day of Reckoning

Falling such a height wasn't all that bad honestly, though he supposed he had his potential and a metric ton of adrenaline to thank for that. A wave crashed into him just as his head popped out of the water; luckily he had kept hold of Reika's hand hard enough to keep them together. They separated for a bit, his fellow redhead worrying about the last redhead in their trio before the Dragons decided to take down city infrastructure in order to get them. Were they crazy? They swam quickly out of the way, before one bridge fell and another started to crumble in a manner that would surely head every news channel for weeks. All in all, not good for him.

In any case, once the bridge fell and they were clear, Dimitri pulled his hair back and pondered the question. "Jump?..." Did Vulken jump? No he didn't. Not only was he watching, none of the blood in the water was his. Dimitri looked around, falling debris and cars all around. Carnage was putting it lightly. If they managed not get out of their car before the wave hit and the bridge was destroyed, they'd still have to survive all the water and debris. Throw in the fact most were probably lacking a potential, and it was dire. "No, he didn't. He's probably still up there. Not a drop in the water. Need to get rid of some injuries? Or saving the ammo?" He answered and asked his sponsor, Turning his gaze away from the chaos to look at Reika.

His phone was vibrating in his pocket; in the moment he was incredibly thankful he bought top quality stuff. It was either his manager calling to to tear his ear off, or Lyric responding to his pictures. Either way, he should probably respond soon. Perhaps when he wasn't in the middle of a tragedy, however. Laughing at his own predicament, Dimitri made sure his weapons were still on him before swimming closer to his sponsor some.

"In his state, I'm not quite sure whether it would be better for them to stay up there or come down here in the water. In any case, there's a lovely boat right there begging us to get on before we make any more moves. Unless you know how to fly us up?" Pointing back to the stopped ship and it's life boats helping people, Dimitri moved out of the way of falling concrete in wait for their response.

Looking up, Dimitri raised a brow. "Hold that thought. Is Draken flying? No wait, that's...someone flying with Draken in hand. Guess the backup is here. Oh yeahhhh, Did I tell you I took pictures? I did." It was too high-up to really tell the specifics, but V hadn't turned them into ashes yet, so good signs all around. He followed their movements with his finger though, maybe Reika knew them?

A lifeboat was getting closer, and to the Rookie, it looked like their quickest shot back to solid footing by way of that vessel, and finally responding to the sheer panic he felt in his pocket. Maybe then he could help deal with the Dragon's outburst.

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TIGER'S

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 1: Scene 3 [The High Life]

LOCATION:

Albino Tiger Penthouse Suite, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Elias, Yulia, Callahan

THE HIGH LIFE

Whether by the crack of the woman's shotgun to the back of his head or the fist of the mountain of a man in his gut—whom he had just tried filleting like a fish—the man in the red suit hit the deck. Before Callahan could hoist him back to the penthouse, however, a large, bald man in a clean black suit hoofed it down the stairwell, taking the last few steps in stride.

"Sir. The King has asked that you come with me. There's a car waiting outside, right this way."

The man was speaking to the Rookie, Elijah Anamnesis. In the same moment, the emergency exit doorway opened outwards, admitting more suited men and affording those still inside a view of a sleek black SUV idling beside the curb. One of the men offered to help Callahan to his feet, while yet others moved to assume charge over the unconscious man whom Callahan had helped subdue. After a brief exchange, Cal relinquished his quarry, as he and Elias were ushered to their ride. Yulia, on the other hand, had deigned to stay behind and watch over their very own POW.


The ride, mercifully, was both uneventful and short. if not exactly illuminating. The word was that Markus had asked for Elijah specifically. To that there was likely a kernel of truth, amidst a sea of sycophants looking to foresee their King's next great need before he does. Personal ambitions often obfuscate the truth of things. To Tigers, truth is currency. But then again, currency is also currency. The only question that remained was what kind of pay-out did Markus seek to gain by summoning a pair of Rookie Tigers to his palace in the clouds?

They would soon find out.

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MARKUS WEISS

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 1: Scenes 2/3

LOCATION:

Albino Tiger HQ, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Isobel, Ezra

THE HIGH LIFE

Markus could always tell when he was being lied to. Always. He knew all the tics, the tells. The classics. The new wave. Didn't matter. Yeah... Markus always knew when he was being lied to. Knowing was the easy part, since most people were always lyin’ to him a little… Tryin’ to get one over on him. He didn’t blame them, either. Lying was just part of the game. Isobel was lying to him. He knew it. Easy. The hard part came next, since the ball was in Markus’ court, now. It was up to him to figure out why.

He looked at her face. She was stone-walling him, now. No emotion. Nada. What’s the angle? What could she stand to gain by lying? Hm. Maybe not lying in the strictest definition. Okay... If not outright lying, obfuscating the truth. Six of one, half-dozen of the other. In either case, there had to be a reason. This was her play—or part of it, anyway. The opening gambit in this great game they'd found themselves in... She wanted to play games? That was fine by him. Markus had always come to play, and he played to win.

“Right..." Markus rapped one knuckle on the wood of the table once. Twice. Then he stepped back. His hands went into his pockets as he stood tall and stared down the little mouse who'd begun towing the line between asset, and liability. The Phoenixes, huh?

Markus could see the chess board if he closed his eyes. Moves and counter-moves... And it was high time he made his opener. “Well, yer gonna keep 'lookin' into it," Markus ordered then looked away, apparently in thought. Isobel was keeping something from him. Markus didn't know what, and more importantly, he didn't know why. But... He didn't need to know. Or at least, that's what he was trying to convey to her.

“Listen," Markus added in a low, soft voice after a calculated pause. Soft was not a word many would use to describe Markus Weiss. Right then, he wasn't speaking as her King, no... This was something else. Or so it might appear. “You do this fer me, and we can chat... About whatever you want."

Oh, yes. Markus knew all about Isobel's little deal with the Devil. And he knew she wanted out, not that she made much effort to hide that fact. Would he ever let that happen, though? Would he let her walk? Who knows. Maybe. It didn't matter. The carrot had been dangled. And now, for the pièce de résistance.

“One more thing," Markus said, as though he'd just remembered something. “You don't gotta sweat the details, but ya should know that the Jack ain't comin' back." The shakedown at the casino, the chaos at the penthouse... Markus wasn't an idiot. Somebody had been squawkin' for months, now, and tonight'd been a trap to suss out the rat. Turned out the leak was higher up the food chain than even he had anticipated... Not that it mattered, now. Old boy was already taken care of. After another measured pause, he added, “Job's yers."

Bishop to F-8.

Up until now, Markus had been all but ignoring Ezra, the other body in the room. From what he'd heard, the kid was probably used to that by now. The King shot the youngest Knight a quick glance before he added, “Take 'im with ya when ya go," nodding in Ezra's direction.

Knight to E-5. Check.

... And that was it. No sense playing too far ahead of everyone else. For now, it was enough to see how the game played out. Markus was secure in the notion that he held the winning hand, not to mention the aces up his sleeve. It was only a matter of time.

The door to the board room inched open a hair, just enough to catch Markus' eye. “What." He said flatly, no hint of a question in his voice. He watched impassively as a bald-headed man in a black suit pushed the door all the way open after a clear moment's hesitation.

"S-sir," he nodded, meeting Markus' gaze albeit briefly before stepping aside and making way for the two men standing in his shadow. The gang was all here. Now the work could begin. Snapping, Markus sent baldy away after he'd ushered the other two in and shut the door behind them.

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QuirkyAngel @GrieveWriter @The One Eyed Bandit Nova Anyw Saturn_moon Lucem

 

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BOLTIUS

Vulken's Little Bro

"BLITZ"​

Handsome, huh?

Boltius gave a crooked smirk, looking past Charlie at the distance, still scanning the lot for Lyric or any suspicious characters.

"Don't get cocky though, I'm not gonna start liking you just because you say I'm your type, hahaha..."

Boltius waved a hand, “Nah, nah. That’d be too easy.”

Every time the nightclub’s door swung open, it tore him from his quest, and he stared at each comer and goer as if they’d personally offended him.

He may have calmed down, but don’t think for one second that he’d forgotten about Nina. To some degree, although he wanted to be the one to put the culprit six-feet under—as if they even deserved that respect—it didn’t actually matter who did it, as long as it was done. As long as justice was served.

Give and you shall receive.

Kill and you shall be killed. Or better put: kill a Phoenix and you’ll be killed by a Phoenix.

That was his take on it.

And if anyone was going to do the job, it better damn well be a Phoenix.

“So tell me,” Boltius pulled off his hat, brushed back his hair, then put it back on, crossing his arms again. “What’s your trick, huh? Your Potential. Tell me about it.” He looked down at his shoes, back up, and added, “Unless you don’t wanna, but c’mooon~ You know every HP itches just a little to hear that question every now and then. It’s like our whole identity, y’know?”

A playful, toothy smile~ Boltius got off the wall and moved closer to Charlie. He interlocked his fingers and pushed his palms out in stretching, “Show me yours; I’ll show you mine.” And on that, he winked, unable to withhold his flirtatious habits for long after she seemed to welcome his foot in the water, even going as far as to compliment him back.

“Or you could keep it a secret. That’s cool, too. If I don’t see it tonight, just gives me a reason to call you out some other time.”

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Roda the Red]

Charlie Hughes

https://www.rpnation.com/threads/four-heavenly-kings-cs-thread.503332/post-11167008

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 1 [From the Ashes]

LOCATION:

Phoenix HQ, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Boltius ( Doctor Llamabean ).

From the Ashes

Out of the blue, Boltius showed interest in Charlie's potential, explaining that they all must have interest on it to some degree, and truth be told, he was right. Charlie was undeniably interested in what ability could the former Jack's younger brother posses.

"Hm, alright I'll show you, here." Charlie handed Boltius his baton, and he could noticed that not only it was far heavier than one would expect, it was also... unnaturally rigid.

"I call my ability Hype- Tempering!" He changed his words, finding the original name "Hypercharge" a bit childish and embarassing to say. "I can transmit energy into objects to make them harder and heavier, I can also use it on myself and people." Charlie looked around for a second, and once his gaze found a small rock, he picked it up. "...It also makes me pretty strong" he uttered as he casually crushed the rock into bits with his hand.

"That's pretty much it, nothing flashy but it's pretty useful, and what about you?"

 

[Saturn_moon]

ISOBEL PHAM​

Tigers: Arc 1, Scene 2/3
Location: Albino Tigers' HQ, West District
Participants: Elenion Aura (Markus), Lucem (Ezra), Nova Anyw (Callahan), QuirkyAngel (Elias)

Markus did not believe her. She saw it in his posture, in his mannerisms, in the aura of indifference and calm he tried to project. He was far too paranoid to believe an excuse as flimsy as the one she had given him. Luckily, Isobel didn't need him to believe her, she just needed him to play along. It wouldn't be the end of his questioning but for now, she at least had some time on her side.

Then, Markus' voice changed. His pitch dropped and his tone softened. It was subtle and those unfamiliar with the king might have thought it to be a show of concern and understanding. Isobel knew better, her eyebrow raising ever so slightly with interest. She had heard this voice once before; Four years ago when he came to ask for her support in his coup to become King. This wasn't the voice of empathy. It was the voice of a man working to get something he desperately wanted. No good could come of any "chat" with Markus although her curiosity was piqued. The King wasn't known for his compassion so despite what he said, she suspected their "chat" would have very little to do with helping her and everything to do with helping him win. Though, what winning meant remained a mystery.

"One more thing," Markus added casually as if it were an afterthought. "... the Jack ain't coming back. Job's yers." Job's hers. Job's mine. Wait, WHAT?

Isobel stared at Markus, eyes wide and unblinking. Was this a joke? This had to be a joke. In no sane situation would Markus offer the position of Jack to her of all people. She was certain that she got on his nerves more than most and the only thing that had kept her alive was her potential and the money it brought in for the gang. Not to mention, he of all people knew that what she wanted most was to get out of the gang, not take on more responsibility. He'd been there the day she was dragged in as collateral for her father's mistakes. He'd seen her beaten for every defied order, escape attempts, and general lack of respect under the previous kings. The only thing she'd asked of him in exchange for her support was the promise that she would be given her freedom once her debts had been paid.

Freedom. What exactly was freedom? She had heard so many definitions that she wasn't sure anymore. Freedom was money. Freedom was power. Freedom was security. Freedom was fearlessness. Was this Markus' idea of freedom? Or was he offering her a gilded cage?

As she contemplated the offer that hung in the space between them like a loaded gun, the arrival of two others put a halt to her thoughts. It seemed Markus had far bigger plans than she realized and he was only just setting up his board.

 

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BOLTIUS

Vulken's Little Bro

"BLITZ"​

Boltius was expecting- or hoping for something a bit more… showy, you could say.

When Charlie handed him her baton, he took it without the appropriate force to support its unexpected weight, and it fell a short way before he quickly compensated and lifted it back up. “WHOOP- Oh, shit…” Boltius bounced the baton up and down, turning it this way and that with an inspecting eye. ”Shit… Kinda reminds me of Lyr- Er, Coal- The Boss’ shit… not that I really know how hers works.”

“I can transmit energy into objects to make them harder and heavier, I can also use it on myself and people,” explained Charlie as she looked around. Naturally, Boltius scanned the area as well; though, he wasn’t sure of her goal.

After a second, she found what she was looking for—a simple rock—and Boltius raised a brow.

“...It also makes me pretty strong.” Charlie closed her fingers around the rock, and from it came a crunching sound that caused Boltius to wrinkle his nose as he peered like an elderly man without his glasses. When, again, her hand opened, the rock was but tiny bits in her palm.

“That's pretty much it,” she said. “Nothing flashy but it's pretty useful, and what about you?”

Boltius ran a hand down his face, grinning and nodding, and speaking in a low, smooth voice, ”Alright. Okay. I see you. That’s cool- That’s fuckin’ cool… Mine’s a little more blingy, but I’ll keep it simple.”

Saying that, after sliding off his backpack, Boltius created some distance between himself and Charlie, roughly five feet, and faced the street in front of Club Infinity. He lifted his hands, palms up, arms fully extended, then within a matter of seconds, as he craned his neck to see Charlie, his hands combusted into gloves of fire.

“Well!?” he hollered, seeking approval.

Some patrons of the club stopped on their way out and down the stairs to watch in nervous awe.

His hands still ablaze, Boltius jumped and spun a circle. He swung his hands around, drawing pictures in the dark with the light of his flame. “How ‘bout it? Pretty cool!? There’s more where this came from, though. I can get-”

Another person joined the stairway-observers, seemingly entertained, which only encouraged the glowing Phoenix.

“Oh, you guys like this?!” he asked with a growl. “Wanna see some more?” Bolt carried an innocent, yet mischievous, excitement about him. From his hands, the fire spread up his arms, then down his torso and legs until his entire body was engulfed.

The observers clapped and whooped.

“ALRIGHT, I’ll keep it goin’!” All of the sudden, Boltius sprung into acrobatics; a dancing inferno. The group soon became a crowd, and you couldn’t scale the stairs without a “pardon me” or “coming through”. Anyone could see that he enjoyed the spotlight.

He flipped forward, landed it, then flipped backwards into a handstand.

The crowd became louder. Drunken party-goers, likely influenced by more than just booze.

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[QuirkyAngel]

Elias Yumin

CS Link

SCENE:

Tigers Arc 1: Scene 2/3

LOCATION:

Albino Tiger HQ, West District District

PARTICIPANTS:

Elias, Ezra, Callahan, Isobel, Markus

Money Talks/High Life

Elias’s first thought, as he followed the bald, black-dressed man to the SUV outside, was that they were being watched by either the King himself or the building’s security. Regardless, Elias smiled charmingly and nodded all the same, tucking the handgun back into the inner pockets of his blue blazer. Perhaps Beau would’ve been stopped in his daring escape after messing with a Tiger party with or without their help. Perhaps they’d managed to slow him down enough for security to arrive. In either case, Elias had never really been the type to dwell on what-ifs. Whatever his decisions, Elias made them decisively and efficiently after a thorough calculation…provided he had the time to do so, of course.

In the case of Meirin, he hadn’t wanted her to change should she be dragged into his world—a world of ‘elites’ where backstabbing sycophants thrived and value was determined by the size of ones’ coffers.

In the case of Beau, he’d been looking for a bit excitement to spice up what would have been a relatively boring party…though the satisfaction of seeing the Red-Suit man brought down after so casually murdering someone, casually winking at him, as if challenging him to a game, couldn’t be denied either. Searching out the party-crasher had been a game. Choosing the allies to inform. Elias played to win, of course, but he could accept losses as well. Such was life.

Throughout the endeavor, he had taken minimal risks to his personhood. Kept a safe distance from the man who, judging by build alone, was probably physically stronger…maybe. The desire to rummage through Red Suit’s memories was strong but, alas, Miss Knox was probably having a delightful conversation with the prisoner confined within her potential, so Elias was content to leave them be for now. He’d learn of the details later, as he always did.

Memories were only recollections of events that have already happened, after all.

“That was good crack at the ribs,” Elias offered the compliment to Callahan as he buckled himself into the sleek, black SUV. “Doubt I could’ve done it myself if I’m being honest.”

Baldie seemed to be driving, which only made sense seeing as Elias had no idea where they were going anyway. Last he’d seen of Weiss, the Cold King had locked himself in his private chambers in the Albino Tiger Penthouse…though, he hadn’t exactly been deaf to the sound of a helicopter departing the building (as he climbed down the emergency staircase) either.

He just had his priorities.

Pulling out his phone, which now buzzed with a million (exaggeration) messages from Ronald demanding where he’d run off to, Elias texted a simple reply (‘I’m going to meet the King. Go home without me.’), before slipping the device back into his back pocket. He’d deal with Crawford later. Right now, seeing what Markus Weiss wanted from him in particular took priority. He had two things going for him, CFO of Yumin Entertainment and his potential, which he used on a fairly regular basis to make his life easier for him—whether it be when meeting with new clients to making sure his parents forgot he was late to a family gathering one day. They didn’t even know he had a potential and that was the way Elias liked it.

The less people knew the better.

Elias was fairly content to just pay his membership fees and do easy ‘jobs’ on the side at his convenience. He liked controlling things from the safety of the shadows…which was why he’d rather push Crawford up the ladder than himself. Elias had never really liked the spotlight. Those who recognized Elijah Anamnesis as Elias Yumin—who he deemed to be a threat—conveniently forgot. Meirin would’ve called it cowardice. Meirin didn’t know what he could do either.

Perhaps she would’ve been right, and perhaps a small part of him did want to change, but it wasn’t enough. He’d enjoyed his time living in the East District. Built good memories—ones which he would never forget. He was fine leaving things at that. But of course, those who knew Elijah Anamnesis, who knew truly knew Elias Yumin, knew that he never forgot anything.

Had been that way ever since he was born.

Fortunately, the ride to Tiger HQ was relatively short.

As Elias followed Baldie to the meeting room, he could hear the final parts of Weiss’s conversation with…someone…echo through the door: "... the Jack ain't coming back. Job's yers."

It caused his eyebrow to rise and he glanced at Callahan, wondering about his fellow Rookie thought about the change in hand—the change in power—before looking back as Baldie opened the door and ushered them through. Hands changed all the time in the Albino Tiger Gang. Play the right, poisonous, card and you could even end up as King. But King of what? That was the question that kept Elias’s hands clean and his distance from the criminal organization that he’d paid his way into…for the fun of. Fun was fun until it became dangerous.

His gaze swept the room. He recognized Ezra Knight, the ‘lackluster’ son of Silas Knight in one of chairs, looking a bit exhausted...but then that was to be expected given what he'd heard from Mr. Hat regarding the horrible events transpired for some of the Tigers working at one of their casinos this evening. Events that Alice Morel 'ought not to' remember according to Mr. Hat. The other mousy-looking girl present was a veteran Elias didn’t know, having never really encountered her in the time in spent with the Tigers (as he didn't tend to lose things), but he remembered spotting her when she’d snuck her way into Weiss’s private den during the party. Then of course, there was the Tiger King in all of his predatory, ice-cold, glory.

Elias’s smile widened into a grin and he gave a flourishing bow as if on a theater stage. “Elijah Anamnesis, at your service.”

Straightening, Elias walked over to the meeting room table and joined Ezra in one of the chairs. "Nice to see you again, Ez--Z~."

He was familiar with board meeting rooms. Broached polite etiquette a bit by taking a seat before the king invited him to, but Ezra was already there and Elias doubted Markus Weiss cared all that much about polite decorum. Gangsters in general, really. He had heard, from personal sources, that KnightCorp was dipping its hands in the Albino Tiger pool. Anyone with a suitable amount of money could. Business was a give and take relationship, after all, and Knight offering his son into the jaws of the Tiger in order to claim potential rewards wasn't too much of a surprise given what he knew of Silas's ambition and the youngest Knight's relationship with his family. Or rather, lack of a relationship. From what Elias understood, they pretended like Ezra Knight didn't exist. Elias remembered meeting the youngest Knight once though...just as he remembered meeting many others...at business soirees. Ezra Knight certainly looked a bit...tougher...than Elias remembered. More...depressed? Expressionless? Elias made a mental note to review that memory another time.

With a polite nod of greeting directed towards the quiet-looking girl, Elias wondered if he ought let the King and his potential new Jack continue their rather interesting conversation…but saw that she still seemed to be deep in thought (or perhaps shock) at the entire revelation…and opted to take pity on her. Elias wasn’t one to like center stage, but he had no problems taking it when he had to and extended silences weren't conductive to meetings. Perhaps their conversation had even already ended as Markus Weiss didn't really seemed like the sort to take 'no' for answer anyway.

Whichever the case, Elias's violet eyes twinkled as he offered Markus his hand to shake--palm outstretched and fingers together--in a more traditional, business-formal greeting. “And how may I help you, Boss?”

Elenion Aura Lucem Saturn_moon Nova Anyw

 

[Caffeine_Obsessed]

HIDE ISHIDA

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 2 [A Gathering Storm]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Alex, Akane, Helva, Hector

A Gathering Storm

Hide was fucking pissed that he was being carried the whole way. Still, he made no move to get out of it, attempting to cross his arms like a petulant child. As they finally arrived at... wherever they were- Hide didn't care enough to decipher- he suddenly found himself free of Alex's potential. With an 'OOMPH' he landed face-first into the ground. He felt even more blood start pouring out of his most definitely already broken nose. With a sniff, he pushed himself up on achy limbs, slapping the hand Helva offered away from himself in stubbornness. He grumbled under his breath "I'm fine..."

Back on his feet again, he brushed dust off of his knees and shoulders, shaking his arms out. With a crack of his neck, Hide eyed Helva warily. The Dragon's? What the fuck did they want with the Phoenixes? He thought they were on somewhat peaceful terms weren't they? What the fuck was going on?!

His eyes snapped to Hector as he started blabbing his mouth. Their phones? Hide hadn't checked his phone since he first got the text from Alex telling them to meet up. he pulled his phone from his back pocket, inspecting it. It was cracked from heaven to hell, not even turning on as he frantically pressed the power button. Hide muttered under his breath, "Shit.." With a huff of annoyance he shoved it back into his pocket, turning his attention back to Hector.

Hide rolled his eyes and sniffed once more, wiping the leaking blood on his sleeve. Still, the crimson liquid kept pouring. Crossing his arms he nodded his head. Averting his eyes to the ground, he had enough conscience to feel guilty and frustrated- feeding off of the tense energy around him. " Yeah yeah whatever... We don't really have a choice but to stick together eh? 'Sides, its safer this way.." He said the last part a bit more quietly, his mind trailing elsewhere.

People were dying, Dragon's were betraying them, Hide fucking messed up their mission... He felt like hitting himself over the head with a rock. This was such a disappointment. As he dulled on it, Hide felt more and more guilt crawl up his spine. He really messed up didn't he... If he actually helped with the mission, they could've gotten.. more. Instead people were dying, and they only had one lead... Hide glanced up at the rest of them, but quickly averted his eyes. He couldn't even look at them.... he felt ashamed.

Clearing his throat, he sniffed once more, feeling the burning blood drip down his chin. He stared daggers into the floor, grumbling out, "So? What now? Unless you're suggesting we go over to the docks again, what the hell do we do?... "

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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

This...

The world itself had fallen away, fallen asleep. He felt like he was floating... Floating through space, floating through time. Far afield, Raph felt his mind wander, untethered from its moorings by the grace of a man-made god. This feeling was familiar.

This...

The veins that spiderwebbed across his skin bulged, rippling just beneath the surface. They undulated frantically... Unnaturally as though some many-tentacled creature had somehow managed to worm its way beneath his skin and was now eager to escape. This feeling was unique.

Oh, this... Feeling!

It was wonderful! It was horrible. It was... It was like... Everything... Everywhere... All at once!

Raph did not feel it as his hands fell by his sides, as the plastic vial slipped through the numbness that had overtaken his fingers, forgotten. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as he tilted his head up to stare sightlessly into the gulf of open space where the Mach Sling Bowl Alley's ceiling had once been. Raph could feel his pupils dilating until he was sure his eyes were black as pitch... Or pools of crimson. His jaw went slack, mouth agape, tongue lolling bonelessly around the cavity of his skull. His expression had frozen in the shape of a silent scream of terror... And of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

A shiver raced up his spine, arching his back inhumanly as he seemed to hang there, suspended. Things started moving beneath his skin, burrowing up from deep within until they were just below the surface. His limbs contorted awkwardly, stiffly, like a puppet strung up to the not-ceiling overhead. Blood began to trickle around his legs and drip from his fingertips, forming little pools on the floor. Though his mind’s eye, Raphael peered out over a world far away, a world engulfed in flames, and saw himself, King of the Ashes. And the rivers ran as blood. It was a nightmare. It was all he’d ever wanted and more.

“Ah...” Raph could not speak for the enormity of the weight that sat like a stone lodged at the back of his throat. He could feel it trying to drag him down, to sink him into the floor up from which there would be no return, even as the visions of fire and blood choked and swallowed his sight. Raph tried to look away, tried to blink, tried to wrench his sapient mind free from the vice of his own design, but alas! He was trapped. Frozen in both time and space. There was no sound in this hellish void to fill his ears, none but the dull staccato of his own beating heart. It was a sound like salt foam waves crashing against sheer white cliffs somewhere far away. It was a war drum.

“Hah...” His expression contorted again, lips curling into a wicked smile. “Ha-ha..!”

Bloody tears welled up in his eyes, and Raph blinked them away. He was cackling madly, now.

A noise brought him back to himself. Slowly at first, then all at once, Raph's mind returned to his body. To the here and the now. The first thing he noticed was the red tint over everything, as though someone had bathed the world in blood. The next thing he noticed was this... Had he gotten taller? The ground beneath his feet appeared to be farther away than he'd remembered it being only a moment ago.

… No. He hadn’t.

In a moment, the truth, like a puzzle piece, slid easily into place. It was simply the fact that tendrils of blood had literally and quite unintentionally burst forth from out of his back, tearing through his jacket like tissue and acting as an additional four prehensile appendages. They had hoisted him a fair few inches off of the ground already, such that his legs dangled between them... His pulse quickened. Feeling another wave of euphoria wash over him, Raph latched on to any strand of lucid reality he could find. He found something: a shock of white hair, tanned skin... Walking toward him? No, not him... But all the same, Raph's drug-addled mind clung to that image, as his blood started to boil through his skin.

That's right... Raph thought with a prickle of delight. We are not done here, yet. You and I. Unfortunately, he'd never get the chance to finish what had been started... When Darius launched himself at August, Raph thought for a moment about... Intervening, interceding on behalf of... One party. Or perhaps the other... Perhaps both? He'd never get the chance to find out, though. Besides, the thought only lasted a moment. Because in the very next one, a vaguely man-shaped projectile comprised of pure emerald energy barreled toward him before exploding violently in his face.

The force of the blast knocked Raph backwards, but thanks to the advent of his newfound limbs, Raph was able to remain 'standing', as the bloody tentacles dug their grip deeper into the floor and foundation beneath him, cracking it from the effort they had exerted to keep him in place. His eyes wide and suddenly very alert, Raph searched his field of view for the source of the exploding doppelgänger. What he found was the briefest glimpse of that same shock of white hair convulsing in pain on the floor. The sight of it snapped something loose in the confines of his mind, but he couldn't pinpoint what exactly it had been, despite the fact that the lines of his face now ran red. He didn't have time to dwell on that particular thought, either, for the sudden appearance of a large Tiger with blonde hair soaring through the air in his direction.

The impact wrenched Raph's blood-tethers out of the ground and the pair of them went tumbling away, tangled together, locked in a vicious melee.

Spoiler: Tags

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

 

[BriiAngelic]

Lyric Ashton Crianza

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 1 [From The Ashes]

LOCATION:

Nightlife District, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Yong-Yut ( gxxberkit ), Blitz ( Doctor Llamabean ), Charlie ( Roda the Red ), Fixer (@GrieveWriter)

From The Ashes

<<< Remember Bolt and Charlie
<<< Remember YY & Lyric

“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.”

“Anything helps, but I suppose if it wasn’t apparent that they were blind then they likely were not. It’s a good thing you were fine with flying, we may need to depending on what we find. We can grab Ziz on the way back.”

She followed behind Velvet for several paces before stopping and shifting on heel and grabbing Ziz and motioning for her and the two other Phoenixes to rendezvous with Muskrat on the bridge. Once the group left she nodded back to Velvet as they continued to their meeting point with Blitz and Temperer.

With her hammer at the ready she took up point running quickly as they retreaded their previous path. Blitz texted her back and she once again used the text to speech option setting up a nearby nightclub as the point. Once the other two were in sight her eyes couldn’t hide the fire in them.

“The bridges are compromised. The dragons have started war and Draken, Succubus and Vamp are right in the middle of it. We’ve got phoenixes moving in but we’re going there as well. Who knows what we’ll find. Temperer your power will be vital to what we may find. Blitz, we need to evaluate the situation but there may be no further need to hold back. We can’t afford to be fighting on multiple fronts though. Our prime responsibility now is in ensuring proof of who Nina’s killer was working for and why.”

>>> To The Next Post

 

[BriiAngelic]

DRAGON'S

Scene Introduction

SCENE:

Dragons Arc 1: Scene 4 [Reckoning]

LOCATION:

Bridge to Central, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Kanna ( FabulousTrash ), Ruri ( Beann ), Jesper ( AriAriAbabwa ), Shen ( Elenion Aura )

RECKONING

<<< Remember

The frigid waters below had already begun to take the toils of the people below. Those who hadn’t been immediately knocked out in the crash worked to escape their cars as the bridge came down. While some had fallen too far into the waters and slammed into other falling calls, those who had been further from the breaking point had a chance to force themselves out of open window and had just begun to resurface as Kanna lowered the trailer to help anyone still there out of the waters.

A group of six managed to force themselves to cing to their saving grace as others could only manage to do their best to float as the waters pushed them further down the river headed to the delta further down.

Those who managed to cling to their makeshift liferaft quickly found their grip causing them to bleed as they fought their own fatigue and injuries to stay afloat. The feint sounds of the shouts of those who could not find their purchase on the makeshift raft soon disappeared entirely as the waters dragged them under or the current swept them down. The cries of those below turned into sobs of relief as they got a better grip on the vehicle.

>>> To The Next Post

 

[Taigakitt]

Pump Up The Volume: "Captain Cutie"
Location: Northern Docks
In Scene: Caio ( BriiAngelic ) | Yuto ( Caffeine_Obsessed ) | Sang-cheol ( Misuteeku )​

“Captain. Orders?”

“Cut off the routes. Unit 6, contact boat patrol and get them to cut off the river routes.”

“10-4.”

The woman pushed her foot to the pedal as her vehicle progressed faster and faster through the dimly lit streets. A surprised couple watched curiously form the sidewalks as the entourage of police vehicles with no lights came barreling down the street.

Once upon the docks, she slammed on the brakes as her vehicle slid to the side. The other vehicles followed suit. Probably a similar scene to her other group, but no doubt they had gotten started. She hadn’t heard a radio in from that side in a minute but she didn’t have time to check in. She’d trust Vargfang to handle himself.

She opened the door and stepped out. She wore something akin to a business suit, but the outfit adorned decoration that outed her as a policewoman. She patted her ribs, double-checking what she wore underneath. Her hand slipped the gun from its holster, but knowing what she knew, it wouldn’t be capable of injuring Serpents.

… It could have other uses.

Her piercing blue gaze scanned the docks and the warehouses, seeing multiple open doors. She took a breath before putting a sweet smile on her face.

“Why don’t you come out and we can discuss business. This doesn’t need to start in violence.”

<<< Remember
>>> To The Finale

 

[Taigakitt]

Rogue of the Night: Silver and Angel
Location: Paradise Forever
In Scene: Kairong ( simj26 )​

The talk of technology advances was intriguing. Despite the silver hair, Silver wasn’t what one would call “old.” He just tended to prefer the pleasures of in-person revelries versus the imaginary wall of phones, internet and what-have-you.

As Kairong confirmed they, in fact, did not find her dead was a relief to hear. There was still concern lacing his feelings with her still missing. Honestly, Silver was pulled in so many conflicting directions. What was worse? Not knowing she was actually okay because her body hadn’t been found? Or knowing that she at least wasn’t found dead? It was a similar concept but left him feeling sick to his stomach.

After Kairong’s next questions, Silver took a breath.
“Again, Swallowtail has been as she always is. As for if anyone’s seen her since the incident– not to my knowledge. Last we knew, she was certainly here last night.”

The footsteps stopped and heavy breathing followed. Hands on her knees, Angel looked up as some blonde locks of hair stuck to her face, “Adonis said– not let anyone in her room– he didn’t say why but– looked like he got something on him.”

<<< Remember

 

[Taigakitt]

Reika "Succubus" Tsukiyama
In Scene: Dimitri ( The Prophet ) | Lifeboat NPCS ( BriiAngelic )
Location: Lifeboat on River​

Day of Reckoning​

Reika made a choked growl as she smacked the water, frustrated that Draken didn’t follow them down. That meant one of the Dragons had him.

And she didn’t approve.

She needed to get back up there. She looked up at the destruction, not able to really see much since any streetlights that may have been on the bridge were out. The only thing she could see up there were headlights from cars still on the bridge.

Some headlights could be seen in the river but unfortunate citizens were not her worry. Her Phoenixes were her worry.

As Dimitri asked if she wanted to keep or get rid of her ammo, she didn’t even need to get a feel for her wounds. She had an immediate answer with no hesitation, “No, I’ll keep the ammo.”

She loved Dimitri for his consideration. If this was still just a training session, she would have been fine passing off her injuries as a way for her trainees to get used to pain.

But this was no longer just a training session.

This was war.

And Reika was not about to pass injuries onto her family during a war.

As Dimitri pointed out the boat nearby, she turned her yellow eyes to the vessel.

“I only wish I could fly. Yeah, let’s get to that boat.”

Dimitri took her attention elsewhere again and she tried to find where he was looking. The darkness made it difficult to see what he had spotted. He must have seen them pass through some headlights.

The moon then backdropped them above and she was able to spot the shadowy vessel in the sky. She smirked, “Those pictures you took must have made the rounds. Someone sent Helva.” Technically, it was Libla up there. Could Reika actually tell which Phoenix had Vulken? No, she couldn’t see their figures but she could make educated guesses.

Swimming over to a nearby lifeboat, she said to Dimitri, “You did good Vamp.”

Once at the boat, she stuck her hands on the edge and hoisted herself in. “Borrowing the ride, thanks. Grab my hand.” She held her hand out for Vamp to hold.

Reika didn’t care that she wasn’t technically invited onto the lifeboat that seemed to belong to the bigger vessel. To be fair, she spotted them getting others out of the water.

On the other side of the river, where none of them would be able to see, Kanna was working with an anti-gravitified semi truck.

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

<<< Remember​

 

[gxxberkit]

YONG-YUT SOMSRI

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 1 [From The Ashes]

LOCATION:

Phoenix HQ, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Lyric, Bernardo, Boltius, Charlie

From The Ashes

Yong-Yut gave a slight hum to Lyric’s response, scanning the area as they headed back. When she noticed Lyric stopped, she turned around and watched the King give instructions to Ziz and other Phoenixes. She tilted her head before Lyric turned back around and motioned to continue walking.

Lyric picked up speed, quickly running past Yong-Yut. They began running as well in an effort to keep up. As they neared the club, Yong-Yut noticed a sizable crowd, including Charlie, that seemed to be watching… Boltius… dance? while on fire. He is busting a move while engulfed in flames. Why is he dancing? What conversation could they have had that led to the idiot dancing. And there's even a crowd. She skidded to a halt, giving a long-suffering sigh before waving with a relatively loud “hello, boys,” over the crowd to bring attention to Lyric and themself. In front of her, the King quickly began talking.

…

So we’re heading to the bridge? The questions that she had gotten distracted from returned to her again. What had prompted the fight? Have things escalated since? They inhaled slowly, looking from Lyric to the other two. She gestured towards the north of where they were. “We’re heading that way, then?” she asked, looking for confirmation from anyone.

As she got an answer, she moved over to the blue-haired boy, looking over his head towards Boltius. “What the fuck,” was all they… well, stated, to Charlie.

 

[FabulousTrash]

Kasumi Katsura - Azure Dragons - Veteran [CS LINK]
Scene - Dragons Arc 1 | Scene 3: Eye of Providence
Location - Paradise Forever, Outside
Mentions/Interactions - Yo Saiwa ( Taigakitt ), Kaneko Kazue (@azenmannumber2), Isaiah Spade ( Lucem )

Kasumi was quick to follow behind the Queen, keeping at pace. Her hand reached up to push her glasses up her nose bridge slightly.

As the group moved through the streets of the East District, Kasumi couldn't help but notice how....quiet it was. Even though she rarely went out, Kasumi wasn't blind to how crowded the area could get, especially around the Pleasure District. It was making her uneasy, but Kasumi quietly reassured herself that she was fine. Sub-consciously, she reached for the straps of her backpack, holding onto them as the group continued walking.

Her eyes panned around the area, noticing the few civilians still out and about despite the warning that was given a while ago. Like them, Kasumi was quick to avoid eye contact. Hopefully, this night of action was coming to an end, and she could go home and get some rest. As well as catch up with her sister.

Kasumi's mouth remained shut until the trio arrived at Paradise Forever. As the group got closer, she took her phone out, reading through the message that Isaiah had sent.

Managers office...Window.

Kasumi took note of Isaiah's phone before quickening her pace slightly to catch up to Yo, off to her side as she spoke up.

"This should only take a moment. I can send all the info I get to Fade."

Once receiving acknowledgement from Yo, Kasumi broke off from the group, heading for the building and down the alley between Paradise Forever and the neighboring building. As she moved, Kasumi sent out a message to Isaiah.

"I'm approaching the building now. I'll be at the window in about 1 minute." ( Lucem )

She pocketed her phone as she got closer to where the window was. Kasumi crouched down initially, peaking slightly to make sure she had the right room. Sure enough, she could see the Ace of the Dragons, talking to one of the employees of the establishment. The employee had their back to the window, which was a relief. Kasumi poked her head out a bit further, her eyes scanning for the phone that was mentioned. Sure enough, it was there, resting on the desk. Right beside it was a computer as well.

Kasumi looked back towards Isaiah, giving him a small nod before returning her attention back to the devices. She started with the phone. Her pupils dilatated slightly as she began probing the device, scanning it for information regarding the missing worker known as 'Swallowtail'. Kasumi searched for the name in any app, social media, voicemail, everything. As she looked through the text messages, she noticed as conversation between Silver and Swallowtail, or the lack of. Kasumi noted the phone number that was associated with Swallowtail, saving it for later.

Her attention focused to the computer next. The same process was repeated. Emails, notes, anything. No data was safe from Kasumi's potential. It didn't take long for Kasumi to stumble onto an interesting email chain, regarding an offer for Paradise Forever to take on a new employee. There were many other emails from the same sender, offering different people in each. However, Silver denied all of them.

She returned to the phone number that was under Swallowtail's name in Silver's phone. Kasumi had her doubts, but it was worth a short. She sent a ping through the network to the phone number. Kasumi's eyes widen slightly. The phone was active, and it was close by. Right behind the building in fact.

Kasumi broke her connection off, looking around. Was 'Swallowtail' near by?

Then it occurred to the girl. She ditched the phone.

Before doing anything else, Kasumi sent Isaiah another message.

"Everything that I could find about Swallowtail has been sent to you. The phone that's associated with Swallowtail is behind the building, most likely ditched. Going to retrieve it then regroup with the others." ( Lucem )

With her job done, Kasumi retreated from the window and headed for the back of the building. The trash dumpster was there, as well as a rear door. Kasumi held her breath slightly, the smell getting to her, as she approached the dumpster and peaked inside. Sure enough, there was a phone laying on top of some trash bags. Reaching it, she picked it out and slipped it into her bag.

With that taken care off, Kasumi retraced her steps, making sure to stop by the window to signal to Isaiah that she was leaving. She quickly regrouped with Yo and Kazue, ready to go find the laptop that started it all.

 

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AUGUST

TAZMANIAN DEVIL

"TAZZ"​

He should have left a long time ago.

With his hands tangled in his hair, August twisted his head side to side, and he fought against the intense, near-unceasing pain with gritted teeth.

Positioned on his knees and elbows, forehead pressing into the debris-littered carpet of Mach Sling, he could feel his goggles digging into his face; though, it mattered little compared to the fresh wound of his neck. He thought that if he closed his eyes tight enough, the pain could be forgotten. Sure enough, that was a foolish idea, and he knew that.

The pain moved in warm waves, throbbing in concert with every pounding heartbeat—and each time he thought that it would yield, it mercilessly persisted and brought with it a weight that kept him pinned to the floor.

When, finally, it did ease up, he got slowly to his feet, staggering.

He touched two fingers to his neck and winced. It was slick with blood; now, so was his hand, which he smeared across his shirt.

At this point, August didn’t think he could power through another skirmish. His arms and legs were weak and trembling, and his throat felt as though the discomfort of every chapped lip in the history of humankind had collectively combined and stuck itself right to him. Though, in this case, he didn’t imagine chapstick would prove very effective.

The skin felt tight and, when he moved, felt it would tear.

Steel-blue eyes surveyed the surroundings, stopping for a moment on the masked Serpent—he was now standing with the gorilla-masked individual—before becoming stuck on the image of a familiar head of sable hair suspended in the air by crimson, vine-like members shooting from his back and rooting into the ground.

A haunted veil shadowed the Tiger’s features—tugging them taut with enervation as he absorbed the disturbing scene.

August swayed.

What had been the contents of that vial?

As much as the question tapped at his brain, he really didn’t want to know.

He looked between Lucy and the frenzied Serpent, then at the two masked Serpents, then at Taipan, and he took a step back. Was this really worth it? Sure, his goal was to earn favor within the Tiger ranks, but he couldn’t do that if he was dead.

Just then, as that little thought wriggled its way into his conscience like a worm to the earth’s surface, Dante made an outstanding entrance. He exploded onto the scene, spraying projectiles, then released a humanoid projection of energy at Raphael. August could feel the energy in the air cause the hairs of his nape to stiffen.

That was his queue.

Without hesitation, no looking back, wind erupted beneath him and he rocketed up through the hole in the ceiling, jumping from the remaining roof of Mach Sling to the roof of another building where he vanished.

Like a shadow in the night, August moved from rooftop to rooftop above the glow of streetlight.

”Sorry, Luce,” he thought with little regret; no concern for the consequences that might follow his actions.

Once again... self-preservation.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Vahn]

Omar Ayad.

Fantasy - Four Heavenly Kings: CS Thread

CS Link

SCENE:

Dragons Arc 1: Scene 2 [Placidity]

LOCATION:

East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Lorrin Pik, Caomei qingwa , Omar Vahn and lady in red brii BriiAngelic

Placidity

<<< Remember

The entity wondered what Lorrin Yumi and Caomei Hua knew about Omar and the entity. The entity was not sure if Faa Yun revealed their little secret to the rest of the Azure Dragons. The entity wondered why did they not hate the entity for its past actions or are the Azure Dragon okay with the entity killing other Azure Dragons.

How much was revealed and how much was still hidden? No time to think such thoughts as the lady in red threw a knife and without much thought or rather the entity did not even care about the knife. The knife would hit the entity right in the forehead and went. If the lady in red bothered to check she would see that the person with the war pick wore a mask but maybe the lady in red did not know about the mask.

The entity calmly grasped the handle of the knife and slowly pulled it out as the knife shows a strange black liquid now wrapped around the blade as the entity then made a small slash downwards to remove the black liquid from the blade. The black liquid would the ground while the heat of the Sun would help ignite the liquid. The ember would burn for a short time as the entity would look at the knife before calmly pocketing the knife into one of his pockets. The entity said out loud for all to hear.

"Throwing away your tools? You really haven't heard of me."

The legends of old speak of a time when this proud city used to be humble farm lands. Where parents and children alike tilled the lands, tend to the fields, herd the animals, and enjoyed the labor of life. There was one old legend that told of a creature not of this world that will appear and take any tools left behind on the land before returning it back to its rightful owner at the cost of the owners’ soul. The entity remembers the names that they called him...Jack-O'-Lantern...It was at this point it realized that times have changed and would stare at the still present Sun before speaking up again.

"Unless you expected a lantern then you need to learn to tell time."

Jack-O'-Lantern felt that the words that Lorrin Yumi spoke of catching the lady in red was naive and that the only way to capture the lady in red is to ensure that her ability to move is gone permanently but alas that involves actually trying to corner this lady in red. For the time being let’s take a page from good old Professor Ayad book. Calculating distance, analyzing environment, and inputting core ability plus special points to added equipment now move.

First move; Jack-O'-Lantern would simply walk to the alley way and with a simple retelling of what Omar left in the book before Jack-O'-Lantern took control made Jack-O'-Lantern realize the prey that is the lady in red is running to some location. Omar hypothesized that the lady in red was running to either a rendezvous point or of an extraction zone. Omar also pointed out that this might be a diversion tactic but so far has no evidence to rule out that this could be a terror tactic.

Jack-O'-Lantern heard from Lorrin Yumi that the lady in red might be from House Vinter also Jack-O'-Lantern wants to point out that the lady in red thinks it was an Azure Dragon who made the comment about Serpent Drug pushing and not Mister Chen the voice that Omar used. Jack-O'-Lantern would need to point this out to Omar when they meet each other again. Jack-O'-Lantern would make a silent nod at the direction of one of the buildings nearby which so happens to be the same building Omar Ayad the Librarian is currently hiding in to avoid this armed conflict. Jack-O'-Lantern does not have time to test what Lorrin Yumi and Caomei Hua really know.

Jack-O'-Lantern slowly walks towards the direction of the building the lady in red is jumping to but he is planning to use the alley way to go to the main street on the other side.

>>> To The Finale

 

[Roda the Red]

Charlie Hughes

https://www.rpnation.com/threads/four-heavenly-kings-cs-thread.503332/post-11167008

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 1: Scene 1 [From the Ashes]

LOCATION:

Phoenix HQ, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Boltius ( Doctor Llamabean ). Lyric ( BriiAngelic ). Yong-Yut ( gxxberkit )

From the Ashes

Charlie was left in awe as he saw Bolt's potential take effect, turning himself into a bright orange flame that contrasted with the artificial colors of the ligths that bathed the night streets, and combined with his outlandish dancing moves, he had truly become quite a sight to behold. Charlie wasn't alone in the sentiment, either, as the entrance of the club started to amass a gathering of (mostly drunk) people, cheering on his flaming companion.

"Hello, boys"

A monotone voice cut through the sounds of the cheering crowd like a knife. Charlie immediately turned his head to the right and noticed the King and...Yong-Yut, was it? next to him.

"O-Oh hi! Glad you arrived so qui-" Before he could utter another word, he was interrupted by a very serious-looking Lyric.

"The bridges are compromised [...] We need to evaluate the situation but [...] ensuring proof of who Nina’s killer was working for and why."

...Well that sure was a mouthful, Charlie stared blankly for a second in an attempt to process all that was said to him just now. This was closely followed by a lingering feeling of guilt. Charlie had made up his mind that he was going to give it his all less than an hour ago, yet here he was having a fun time with Boltius, having almost forgotten for a second that they were in the middle of such a dire situation, he should NOT be behaving in such a manner at a time like this.

"...Understood! Boltius and I are ready for anything"

"What the fuck" Said Yong once again in a very monotone voice, probably just the way she speaks, while motioning her head towards Bolt. And from their perspective, it was an understandable thing to say.


"Well, one thing lead to another, It's kinda hard to explain"

Yes, Charlie, it is easy, it's called stupidity.