Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

[Caffeine_Obsessed]

NIKOLAI NOVAK

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SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Celestine, Jozef, Nikolai, Tri, Markus

HUNKS IN THE CITY

Nikolai sighed, disgruntled. N? seriously? This man's nicknames were only getting shorter and shorter for him... He simply rolled his eyes, taking the cone offered to him. It wasn't like he had to eat it, he could just get rid of it once Tri's ridiculous whims were met. He was cautious when holding it, only his index and thumb encircling the cone to keep it in place, the others pointed out to avoid touching it.

His eye twitched at Jozef, his mood becoming a bit pissy. The nerve this boy had! The two fingers holding the ice cream a safe distance away from his face tightened minutely. He opened his mouth to retort but.. Well. It was true, he had said that after all. With a "Tch.." he averted his eyes.

A group selfie? Oh come on... he already had to hold this dripping.. sticky thing, now Tri wanted to show it off? Ugh... The white haired man glanced at the dessert, already watching a small dribble of ice cream dripping down the cone, onto his glove. His eye twitched. With a shaky breath, he leant towards Tri, bending at the waist. He was sure to keep a respectable distance away, but barely lose enough that he could be in frame for this supposed photo. He gave a tight-lipped smile, the ice cream still a non-threatening distance away from him.

Once this shot was over, he was throwing the damn thing on the floor. Through gritted teeth, he mumbled to himself, "Why can't we just eat ice cream in a bowl like a normal person..."

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[RedArmyShogun]

Laura Weissman

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Filth In The Gutter]

LOCATION:

Chemical Warehouse, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Jiak, Silva, Laura, Ruriko, Schroeder, Bash

[Filth In The Gutter]

"Huh." Listening to Schroeder and his explanations, Laura processes it as best as she can, giving a nod in turn. He explained his HP in long detail as he just as quickly started modifications to two of the trucks. So he wanted them all to ride... Wait, where was Pixel? Ah, seems he was assaulting the complex... Wait, shouldn't they be helping him? She thinks to herself, as she shifts a bit uncomfortably. It was a bit interesting and boring watching his modifications, all the while the portal user seemed to have nothing to say...

Why am I here?

"So, a gearhead are we? Though Eh, I dunno if I'll bother hoping in with you guys, I..." Before she could finish a powerful blast rocked the area they had just been in, fire and flame, then there was the old man talking about his war crimes weaponry, what was with all these people wanting to play with fire? Then was even more bizarre shit, the cars around them suddenly had arms and legs like some sort of cartoon show, only the Van's Schroeder had interacted with seemed immune to this, the trucks and vans were giving them away, and trying to attack them, then a burning one was coming out of the loading zone as a bunch of Snake gang members were trying to find them, contain the fire and generally trying to protect their investment. To continue distributing their filth across the city... How many more broken homes would there be? How many more deaths? How many more bad loans? How many more veins would their poison reach? It was more than enough.

It was then giant fist punched down on the girl, pressing in as she reached up and blocked it, her physical mass seemingly stopping the much larger and heavier combatant as she glared up with her plague doctor's mask on, the smile that was on her face was hidden beneath the leather and fabric as she looked at the oncoming attackers, now giving them away to any and all.

Why am I here?
Reaching up with all four of her arms, she glares at the automotive Army, at the approaching burning truck, as one by one her arms lock around the wrist of her sudden attacker, gaining a solid hold as she pulled downwards, keeping it from reaching up.

"THIS IS WHY I AM HERE!" She says with a scream that followed with piercing war cry, turning her hips and jerking with her arms the truck, a flat faced one, was grabbed, lifted and swung, with pure fury the truck plows into the nearest ones around. Continuing her swing she shoves aside or badly dents up the ones to her left side, missing the van to her right that Schroeder had taken over, as well as any of the now animated ones to that side, the pull and swing then becomes a throw.

A throw aimed at those in the warehouse, or in this case the flaming truck that was exiting, aiming to stop it there with pure impact force. "HAAAAAAAA!" As it flew, she immediately steps off of her left foot and sets off into a dash. Reaching for a grab onto the front bumper on one of the trucks she had bashed in, given her previous display, it seemed her remark on just throwing cars at the place was more than a jest. "Go! Pixel has to be inside! I'll be right behind you!" If they made use of her offer or could even drive through or around the likely connecting crash was another matter altogether. She wasn't in charge, but she wasn't too eager to enter the partially burning building.

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[Saturn_moon]

Isobel Pham

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]

LOCATION:

Heavenly Beast Plaza, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Elias, Ezra, Isobel, Kenji, Passeri, Wren

Where Giants Sleep

Memories. None of them hers. A cup of coffee. A woman in a mall. Another sitting across the table at a restaurant. All painfully insignificant and commonplace. They came and went in flashes like a lightning storm in April. She imagined that was what electroconversion therapy might feel like without the anesthesia. Snatching her hand out of Elias' grip, Isobel stumbled back into the tunnel wall, dazed and confused.

Hand pressed to her temples, she tried to shake off the feeling of her brain being poked and prodded before narrowing her eyes at the Yumin heir. "Try that again and I'll be keeping your hands the next time." She signed seeing as Elias had so kindly learned the language to aid his attempts at 'camaraderie'.

Ready to set off, Passeri suddenly piped up with odd concerns of Isobel going off on her own. The Jack internally let out a long, exasperated sigh. This was exactly why she detested working in teams. While Isobel didn't think Markus concerned himself much with profitless trivialities like the existence of people let alone hers (it would probably take him a couple of days to even realize she was missing), she figured it would be best for her to at least take her party member's concerns into consideration. After all, they did willingly followed her down an old abandoned mine shaft that had a fifty-fifty chance of collapsing in on them at any point of time.

"Fine." She responded. "Ezra can go after Wren and Kenji. The rest of us will scope out the right tunnel." Although she would have preferred to keep her distance from Elias after what just happened, Isobel wasn't too particular about the splitting of teams. She had more important things to worry about right now. Grabbing hold of Ezra's arm, she gave him one final set of instructions before joining Elias and Passeri. "Be careful. If you don't find or hear anything from us in two hours pull everyone back."

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[Stros]

KENJI & WREN

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]

LOCATION:

Heavenly Beast Plaza, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Ezra, Elias, Isobel, Kenji, Passeri, Wren

WHERE GIANTS SLEEP

Passeri and Wren looked like a bunch of investigators as they fiddled with the weird device. Truly, this was turning more and more into a mystery type scenario that was filled with hidden doors, chilling twists and… apparently drops into darkness. Wren peered down at the area that had opened up, inviting them in but also emanating a chilling feeling that would make anyone who was weak of heart probably dare not enter. While cat-like in nature, the snowy haired woman was not capable of seeing in pitch black. Both hands came up to tug and pull at the giant bow, fingers fiddling with the lace material as if trying to tighten it more properly about her ponytail in preparation for the drop down below.

Before she could jump after the sleepy samurai who seemed suspiciously all too keen to be the first to plummet to his doom, Ezra held out a piece of paper to which she shook her head and smiled gratefully towards him. “ No thank you. I’m not a fan of yelling. “ She signed in reply as she glanced at the rest of the group. “ Don’t pull any strange levers! “ Wren tacked on. A few seconds later the woman had disappeared, hot on Kenji’s trail.

The light streaming from her phone sent out a minuscule but just enough vision radius so that she wasn’t stumbling around in some sluggish, clumsy, manner. Not that it mattered much since Wren tended to be naturally more inclined to tripping on air or invisible objects. Hopefully not here though, who knows what that could entail. After all it was a strange puzzle, disguised as a compass, that had opened the entrance in the first place. Who knew what other things could be lurking right out of view.

After a few minutes, Wren finally slowed her stride to match Kenji’s. Those big eyes glared at him from below, providing an eerie sense of murder vibes whilst the light from her phone reflected off of them. It was akin to someone sitting at a campfire using their flashlight to illuminate their face to make things extra spooky. Her nose wrinkled at the wet yet musty smell that had only worsened as they continued down the path within the mineshaft.

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As if sensing this murderous gaze even among the eternal abyss that enveloped them and would any cries for help. Kenji’s silhouette, not entirely visible among the light from Wren’s singular cellphone, greeted Wren with an equal ghostly visage. Standing motionless among the gloom for a moment, as if possibly possessed by an otherworldly force entirely, a pair of dead eyes abruptly loomed back at her from the darkness. Appearing to hover above the outline of his back. Without a sound, Kenji had suddenly turned to face her. The bags under his eyes in the dim lighting made his eyes seem to recede further into his skull than was natural. One could easily have mistaken him for a wandering soul that had been trapped and lost within the depths of the mines centuries before, if not for a silenced yawn that escaped his jaws.

…

The sound had continued to draw nearer and nearer in the blinding darkness. The confident foot falls and authoritative gait that trailed him more persistently than most of his past crimes. He hadn’t anticipated his head start to be conquered so quickly by the footsteps, and yet they always seemed unnatural in how they were unimpeded by any physical restraints or means of misdirection. It hadn’t mattered ultimately, that he had gone in first, blind, and even masked his presence. Even now as he was completely swallowed by the maw of the secret depths of the Plaza, they promised to find him as they always had.

To say that he was mildly disappointed would be a grave understatement. However, he could only blame himself for overestimating the hesitation that the imposing unexplored territory would induce. In routine fashion, as soon as he had plunged into the pit and proven it harmless, he had emboldened the rest of the group by removing the doubts and fears of the unknown. Kenji could only curse himself, as in the wake of his approaching pursuer, a feeble light steadily made its presence known. Eventually gaining the strength to weakly summon his shadow before him, he grinned to himself at how skittish it was in comparison.

Though, much like puddles of rainwater following a summer shower. The energy to retain his anger and display annoyance or to protest the current failed escape simply evaporated. In place of a scowl, all that would greet Wren would be a pair of dead eyes, wearing an expression that lacked the energy to really express itself. He would, however, make a mental note for the future that he couldn’t reliably count on caves as a method of evasion.

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“ I thought you’d learn by now that you can’t hide from me. “ Wren spoke for the first time since they’d all gathered that day. “ What do you think of all this? It’s a little strange. Vaguely convenient too how we’re coming across it like we were meant to find it. “ Her eyes were closed, tightly shut purposefully, and a hand had reached forth through the veil of darkness to grab onto his arm, using it as a means of being led without relying on her sight. Sure, Kenji could lead her into some sort of peril, but she doubted he’d do such a brash thing. Though, if it bought him a couple hours of peace, perhaps he would. Regardless, the veteran decided to maintain that faith and trust he’d gained and earned over time. It was more valuable than money after all to have a true ally within the Tigers.

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“I’m shocked. … It took you longer to find me in the dumpster…” He joked.

Though, in all seriousness it wasn’t a lie that he was telling. The smell had been a small price to pay for the several days absence of his partner in crime.

Glancing over at Wren’s outstretched hand, it had become a habit when he heard her actual voice to turn and offer his arm to guide her. Nevertheless, in the back of his mind his ego entertained the idea of leaving her standing there, to grope in the darkness. In such cases, his conscience, or at least what could be considered to remain of it, would persuade him otherwise. When she at last had a firm grasp, the two continued their course for a moment before Kenji quipped a response to her questions.

“I’d say you got a pair of sharp eyes there Sherlock. I’d also say that the Jack intended on us finding something when she asked you on this scavenger hunt. Odd isn’t it? Finding something when you go searching.”

Kenji instinctively moved his foot closest to Wren at these words, as a predictable “thud” sounded soon thereafter.

“Watch your step…” He advised. Not bothering to conceal a grin, before further elaborating.

“I don’t believe in fate, if that’s what you mean… If the Jack could do this on her own, she wouldn’t have called you or the others. Why else do you think we’re here?... If you go putting your nose into things you shouldn’t long enough… you’ll find all sorts of things.”

Kenji’s tone of voice suggested he was talking from a point of personal experience, and merely omitted saying “Trust me.”

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Wren began to wonder if anyone would follow them or go down a different way, since she remembered it had forked off, branching out. Would Passeri be alright? Maybe Wren should’ve stuck closer to the woman or dragged her along to ensure she’d be okay. The shining and warm presence of her friend would’ve been nice to have within these dark gloomy passageways. Kenji was more akin to a moldy damp towel and much less sporting the sunny type demeanor. Cheerfulness was definitely not his forte.

Perhaps they’d split up into groups, which would indeed be a smarter choice. With the different, though quite eccentric, potentials of the group, finding one another shouldn’t prove to be too difficult. However, inevitably that led to more questions. Were they even traversing the correct path that led to more answers? Were there any more discoveries to be found down here or would they just be exploring for hours to come up empty handed? Too many possibilities or lack thereof. Wren scrunched her lips up in silent disapproval but decided to keep those inquiries to herself.

“ Do you hear anything out of the ordinary? “ She inquired, still relishing in the rare contentment she found with those eyelids drawn to a close and being able to speak freely. Of anyone she knew, Kenji was the most shielded from her potential. It made working alongside him be for more than just gang related reasons. Truthfully it was a little selfish to rely and find solace in the safety lock he could easily snap into place that his potential provided. Though as easily as he could mute or snuff her voice out, rendering her useless, he was capable of making her potential even stronger on a grand scale by amplifying it. It boiled down to give or take and the ball would always be in Kenji’s court, Wren knew.

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What am I? A bat now? Kenji thought.

However, he couldn’t bring himself to speak his mind in response to Wren’s jovial tone. Her voice always seemed chipper, he had noticed, whenever she found the opportunity to speak. As if she had shrugged off some great burden or weight only just previously. He knew it was a natural consequence of her Potential. Though, as restrictive as the practice may have been, it added a distinct beauty to the woman’s voice. Comparable to the novel beauty found in hearing a bird song. The otherwise occasional chirping, taking on the distinct form of a musical chorus, shared only between intimate songbirds. Though, its allure extended simply beyond that innocent surface pleasure. There was a foreboding beauty that lurked beneath it when you understood the commanding power it possessed behind its womanly charm.

While simultaneously possessing a songbird’s gentleness, it remained the voice of God, that he had seen command people to pits of madness, despair, and misery likely reserved for levels of Hell. As much as a bird’s call, one could liken its existence to that of a Siren Song to which had led countless sailors to their voluntary demise. Though, it may be more appropriate to equate it to a piano, in that each shift of pitch and subsequent note plucked the puppet strings of individuals. Directed calmly by the very quiet eyes that often attempted to silently penetrate into the souls of others.

To Kenji, there was no debating that it was a very powerful Potential, much unlike his own which found usefulness only in obscure means. In retrospect, if he had been born with such a voice, he believed any and all his problems would have been solved with greater ease. There was no greater truth serum in existence, no greater counter to falsehood and lies. It was an enacting scalpel that cut into the souls of others without their permission.

Those at least had been his initial impressions. Now, as the pair continued along their path into the unknown it was simply easier for Kenji to understand and communicate with Wren. Taking into account her fears, he had wordlessly extended his deafening field upon her as she took hold of him, to where only he could hear her.

“Just you..” Kenji quipped in response.

“Hold on.” He added shortly thereafter.

Bringing his hands together to clap, Kenji extended the range of Deadzone. Engulfing the series of tunnels that ranged throughout the underground chamber, he began subtly modifying their sound signature. Dampening the natural echoing effect of the man made cavern system in such a way that he amplified the sound of the other’s voices behind them. In place of echoing throughout the numerous passages, they would naturally sound as if the group were talking merely a few dozen feet behind the pair.

Additionally, the two would be able to roughly tell which passage the others would choose to explore, based on the distinction of their voices. If they took the path next to them it would be as if they were talking in a neighboring room and not behind several dozen feet of sediment.

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“ Just a lovely stroll through an abandoned hidden underground tunnel. How romantic. “ Wren mused in a soft voice, clearly jesting as was clear in the sarcastic tone lacing each word. That boot of hers caught on a rock that felt oddly shaped, and she stumbled the slightest, that grip on Kenji’s arm only tightening to ensure she didn’t go face planting into gravel and dirt. Had she heard a click noise or was that her imagination? “ Wouldn’t it be hilarious if this was just like in Indiana Jones and I just stepped on some booby trap, and we were suddenly having to outrun a giant boulder that intended to crush us? “ A laugh was stifled but her lips curved the slightest - an indication that she found it highly amusing.

“You should put that on your dating profile…” Kenji countered. Imagining to himself the types of guys who would subject themselves to the special grade of distress and anxiety, if only to please the stoic idol at his side. Though, that idle amusement was cut short when Kenji had picked up on the clicking noise that Wren had taken for her imagination. Soon afterward, a chill made its way throughout his body as he could clearly hear the sounds of gears ticking as mechanical pieces were sent into motion, somewhere hidden beneath their feet.

Unable to help remembering her comment previously on coincidences, Kenji wondered if she had been on to something or if the voice of God was merely acting on its own, without the expressed intent of Wren’s gaze. As before Kenji could offer anything in response, the ground they were trudging on shifted abruptly. Opening up underneath them to reveal a hidden trap door, he quickly felt his gut enter his throat as the pair went plummeting further into the void.

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Wren’s eyes flew open and she was careful not to mutter a sound, regardless of the precautions Kenji may have had in place. Expecting to hit gravel that would hurt like a son of a gun, instead she was met with something much more cushiony. Kenji. Whoops. The man was surely not going to like this entire predicament. Stuck in a hole, and even better, Wren had landed directly on top of him. She made no indication to move though, not wanting to set any other surprises into motion by accident.

Those cobalt eyes searched around, almost acting as beacons in the dark, as she fumbled around for her phone and luckily it was within reach. The light was flicked back on and she was met immediately with a face of bones staring back at her. Those eyes widened but it wasn’t in fear. It was more like being struck with a realization! She nudged Kenji softly. “ Hey, it looks just like you! “ She commented, eyes closing for just a brief moment so that she may speak. Morbid humor wasn’t out of the question for the woman. She’d seen too much. The resemblance was uncanny though.

If only I were dead.

Kenji darkly mused to himself. Gazing almost jealousy at the skeletal remains, he hadn’t been so lucky to earn himself an eternal slumber. In its place he had instead been standing near the dead center of the trap door as its latches unceremoniously dropped the pair into the several meters deep cavity. Naturally, with gravity’s assistance, he had been the first to fall on his face with Wren right behind him. He was certain he had heard a crack in his spine louder than the door’s mechanism prior, but ignored it alongside the pain developing in his upper back.

After a moment he attempted to get up, only to meet with futility in the endeavor. The weight of his partner refused to budge, and shortly thereafter confirmed his suspicions by shifting to get a more comfortable position. Kenji’s eyelids lowered once again in annoyance before he addressed Wren's comment.

“Well… I’ve got the right idea then.”

By that he meant the act of lying down in order to rot. Giving up on the meager attempt to right himself, he folded his arms in front of him and positioned his face on a part of his sleeve that wasn’t covered in dirt and grime. Though, it didn’t do much for him seeing as he could feel it now covering his cheeks and face, in addition to his clothing. Regardless, he closed his eyes and laid there, taking comfort in the sensation of the cool earth beneath him.

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Kisara

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]

LOCATION:

Mysterious Black Site, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Damian, August, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyoden, Peyton, Raphael, Sabrina, Shinko

THICKER THAN WATER

The creature’s mouth closed down on her, swallowing her whole. Darkness enveloped her, and the sounds of the battle outside leaked into her ears, muffled.

No quarter. No survivors. Vengeance, and only vengeance.

From without, lavender rays of light speared through the few gaps of the creature’s maw. Within, the Prince of Monsters armor shone bright once more. She pressed her hands against the wet, gelatinous surfaces of the creature’s mouth, and dug her feet deep into the bottom of it. With a grunt and yet one more roar of exertion, through sheer force of will, she pushed up against the creature’s own strength, prising it open from within. She slipped slightly, and adjusted her grip, fixing her hands on the monster’s teeth for better purchase.

The characteristic hum rose in volume again as she unhinged her jaw once more, facing down into the creature’s gullet. In all the noise, in all the cacophony exploding around her, she could only hear her muffled heartbeat, and deeper than that, she sought out the idea that it might be Raphael’s own. She had to survive, she had to fight, she had to save her friend.

With only the thoughts of bringing her friend back home in her head, she unleashed another blast straight into the monster’s throat. At this range, she couldn’t miss. She would be thankful for her opponent for giving her such an opportunity to get so close and personal, if she weren’t so consumed by her own love.

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[Coyote Hart]

NPC POST - MIASMA

SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]

LOCATION:

Mysterious Black Site, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

August, Damian, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyo, Peyton, Raph, Sab, Shinko

THICKER THAN WATER

"You... wicked woman," Miasma uttered in shock as Sabrina had the gall of approaching Miasma with the unconscious Romero in her tow, a sword pointed at his neck. A cold sweat trickled down Miasma's neck. Based on Miasma's reaction, it would be safe to assume that Romero meant a lot to Miasma. He was, after all, a huge fan of the man's writing. He had even commissioned a short story. For a moment, he hesitated, his eyes shifting as he contemplated listening to Sabrina's command.

From what he knew of these unscrupulous intruders, there was no guarantee that letting Sabrina past him would ensure Romero's safety. She could very much slit Romero's throat when he was no longer of use to her when he became useless baggage. Trying to retrieve Romero from Sabrina's grasp would be risky, but it was better than the alternative of standing around hoping that she hadn't killed his friend.

"No," Miasma suddenly said, "I have no fucking idea how your street thug guy managed to get around me, but someone else can deal with him. Right now I need to make sure they don't have more of a headache."

With a burst of speed, Miasma stepped forward, sending a rapid baseball bat swing at Sabrina's head. Normally, baseball bats were slow, needing to be pulled back before giving a powerful swing. But with Miasma's skill and expertise, he didn't need to wind back to deliver a devastating blow.

The goal was to stun Sabrina long enough so that Miasma could recover Romero's body. But without using his Potential or without proper thinking, it would be a difficult job for Miasma. There also was the fact that attacking someone who was holding your friend hostage wasn't exactly the best plan, but that could very well be attributed to the braincells that Miasma lost during his years of slumber.

"Romero, I promise you, your story won't end here. For Miasma, the dark cloud upon the field, is here!"

Even in the most stressful of situations, the shadows of grandeur were everpresent with Miasma as he uttered that last sentence with a bit of pride.

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[The One Eyed Bandit]

NPC Post - Glamorous Contestant M

SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Florence, Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Dimitri, Jackson

THE GREAT THRESHOLD

There is a door.

Whereas the other contestants had been faced with flamboyantly complex mechanisms and extravagant arenas, here, there was instead a stark, monolithic door. It could've been described as ornate in its intricacies, wreathed in swirling bevels and glimmering jewels, if it were not for the fact that the swirls were coloured in blinding, neon pinks and greens and the jewels were not plastic.

The blinking, neon sign that read 'THE GREAT THRESHOLD' certainly did not help the matter, either.

"SHIIITTTT. If I could just- Fuckin-!"

Before the door, before the Threshold, a woman struggled. Sweat ran down her brow, and her face, which would have normally been considered quite beautiful, was twisted into an ugly, desperate snarl. She was practically glued to the door, vainly fiddling with a set of levers built into it. Each time she shifted one of them, a piece of the door's intricate bevels snapped into a new position. Miles, or rather his voice, had already graced her with his presence.

"OH DEEEAARRR!" That was how he'd started, blasting the tiny chamber which the woman, and one other contestant had been dumped into with his voice. Whatever intern had been in charge of setting the volume in this challenge had clearly set it far, far too loud.

"It looks like you guys've been locked out! Did you remember your keys?" There was that stock laugh track again. "No? What a shame! But, fortunately for you guys, the mystic smiths of the HALL OF INSIGHT have left another way in for you plucky adventurers! THE GREAT THRESHOLD holds behind it many secrets, but first, you must prove yourself worthy! Upon it is inscribed a great, mystic sigil, which it falls upon you to dechipher!"

Upon the door, a vast web of glowing swirls had then flared to life, held their position for a moment, and then spun into a random arrangement.

"Job's simple for you guys! Assemble the glyph, and THE GREAT THRESHOLD shall part! There's clues inside the box to the door's left, but, uh oh- You'll only be able to take one each! Good luck, kids! Don't dally too long!"

Then, his deafening voice had cut off, surely departed to go and harass another of his victims.

The woman, Makoto was the name she'd given, had been quick to take her clue, and even quicker to try and snatch a second, but she'd found no purchase. The box had been divied up into six separate sections, and by the watchful eye of some intern or another, it had been ensured that only one of them would open for each contestant.

The clue had been scant. It was simple diagram, depicting a fragment of the glyph's overall, proper design, and it was on her to decipher it from there.

"Fuck!" She swore for the nth time since the contest's start. At first, her various grunts and curses had been subdued, and under her breath, but now they were openly yelled. Clearly, this was not going the way she'd been expecting it to.

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[Lucem]

Ezra Knight

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]

LOCATION:

Heavenly Beast Plaza, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Ezra, Elias, Isobel, Kenji, Passeri, Wren

WHERE GIANTS SLEEP

It didn't take long for Ezra to regret his poor choice of words. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked away from the smirking Jack, attempting to hide some of his embarrassment by concealing his expression with his long, messy bangs. "Ah, well...you know what I mean..." He didn't really have a good excuse for this one. Maybe the thought of going down the dark, ominous abyss was throwing him off his game. Not that he ever really had a game.

He still wasn't very eager to make the jump, but after his little mistake, he had some more motivation to move things along. Taking a breath, he savored what would likely be his last moment of peace before walking off the edge. Not knowing how far he'd fall, he channeled his Potential into his own sheet of paper. As it pulled upwards, trying to rejoin with the sheet left on the surface, his descent slowed. When he could finally see the ground, he canceled the restoration, allowing him to safely make the landing.

Some of the light managed to leak all the way down to the bottom of mine, but it was barely enough for him to see his own feet. It was cold and dark, and he had no idea what to expect in a place like this. All he knew was that someone wanted to keep this a secret. But who were they, and why did they do all of this in the first place? What were they doing down here?

Everything about this situation made the warning bells in his head go crazy, but backing out now really wasn't an option. At the very least, he wouldn't have to worry about navigating through the darkness for much longer. Passeri was quick to help out with that problem, manifesting several pink crystals that gave off a bright light.

"Oh, thank you." Grabbing the floating gem, he offered his thanks to the senior Tiger before following after Isobel. He did his best to ignore the idol's comment about ghosts. While he didn't believe in spirits coming back from the dead, the mysterious cavern was spooky enough to make something like that seem possible.

Shortly after the path was illuminated by dazzling pink, Ezra noticed that he and the others had arrived at a fork. Isobel then suggested that they break the most important rule of horror movies by splitting up, something Ezra wasn't too keen on doing. Passeri seemed to share the sentiment, advising against it. For a moment, he thought they were on the same page, but he quickly realized that wasn't the case when she suggested that he be the one to go alone instead.

It was the first time Passeri actually acknowledged him, but even then, it was only for a moment. At first, she spoke in a way that made it seem like he wasn't even there, but that wasn't anything new for him, so he didn't take any offense. However, her basically offering him up as a sacrifice for the potential traps she mentioned was another thing.

Iroi didn't seem particularly interested in getting an answer to her question, so Ezra remained silent, only speaking when he needed to translate for the Jack. His gaze stayed on her for a bit longer after she turned around. He didn't have many experiences with the woman, but something about her just seemed...off. it wasn't unusual for him to feel that way in the presence of super extroverts, but this was different. It was the same vibe he got from several other Tigers and bigwigs. Even if he couldn't pin it down, he didn't trust it. Or her. Although, that went for everybody in this line of work.

When he turned his attention back to Isobel, he noticed Elias taking hold of her hand. He felt like he should've said something, but no words came out. Instead, he listened to the pair, taking note of what the Yumin heir told the Jack. It sounded like he was able to communicate something to her with touch alone. If that was the case, then a lot of his suspicions turned out to be true. However, he still didn't know what the exact nature of the man's Potential was. Was it mind reading, or was it something else?

As the question sat in his head, he remembered his previous encounters with Elias. He remembered the way he introduced himself, choosing to use his alias instead of his true name. That's when it clicked for him. The answer was in his name, something that should've been obvious way earlier. He would've smacked himself for taking so long to realize that, but he was distracted by the sight of Isobel stumbling.

Approaching the pair, Ezra tried to act like he didn't hear the threat aimed at Elias, not wanting to accidentally get caught in whatever followed. Instead, he focused on translating the other, non-hostile words. Although not nearly as venomous, they still managed to deal a bit of damage. He tried to keep a straight face as he signed the new orders, letting it be known that he would be the one to go on a solo journey in the potentially deadly maze.

Again, he wasn't ecstatic about the worsening situation, but orders were orders. As much as he disliked being the one to go off alone, he couldn't deny that he was probably the best candidate. Isobel was still an HP, but she'd be in a lot more danger than him if she split from the group.

Accepting his fate, he answered with a nod and prepared to venture down the left path as the others went to the right. However, before he could take a single step, he felt a tug on his arm. Pushing down the instinct to reach for his weapon, he calmed himself when he looked down and saw that it was just Isobel.

Listening to the final instruction, he nodded once again. "Okay, I can do that." He paused for a moment, briefly looking her over to make sure she was doing okay after the way she reacted to Elias's Potential. "You be careful too." While his own safety was something he often worried about, he showed genuine concern for Isobel's well-being this time. He didn't want anything bad to happen to his friend.

When Isobel joined with the other two Tigers in her group and walked down the right path, Ezra was left alone, staring down the dark tunnel. Letting out a deep sigh, he gripped his crystal and started walking. While he appreciated having the extra light, it still wasn't enough to make him totally okay with this. He had to find Jammer and Wren quickly.

Ezra watched as the paper in his hand slipped from his fingers and gently floated down before flying ahead. Assuming Jammer was still holding on to the slip he was given, he'd be able to find him and Wren eventually. It was just a matter of how much time it would take. Hopefully, it wouldn't take too long. The longer he was alone, the longer he risked getting crushed by one of those giant boulders he kept thinking about.

As the paper guided him, he reached into his jacket and retrieved one of his weapons, producing a sword hilt that lacked its blade. His grip on it was just as tight as his hold on his only light source, both of them treated as lifelines. He kept his guard up, preparing for anything that might jump out at him. Everything seemed quiet so far, but in a way, that was even more concerning. The silence wouldn't last long, however, as a noise in the distance caught his attention.

Getting closer to the source of the strange sound, Ezra encountered another hole in the ground. He stopped in place, watching the floating paper with concern. "Don't tell me..." The paper then pulled down, letting him know that the other piece was below.

Getting on his knees, Ezra cautiously peered inside, holding out the crystal to get a better view. Even with the light, he still couldn't see everything, so he decided to call out. "It's Z! Are you guys okay?" There was a chance that nobody was actually down there, but that would've been even worse. If he was just talking to abandoned paper right now, then he wouldn't be able to find the others.

"If you guys can hear me, I'm gonna try to pull you up! If you can, split the paper I gave you between yourselves and hold the pieces tightly in your fists!" Rising to his feet, he waited a few seconds to give the others time to prepare. He then grabbed the floating paper in front of him and poured his power into it, calling the other sheets to it as he backed away from the edge. If both of them were down there, he hoped they were able to do as he asked. Depending on how deep the hole was, they may have gotten a few injuries.

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[Ambiloquous]

Flo Léon-Kang

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SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Florence, Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Dimitri

HP

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“‘Course.”

Flo gave Elizabeth a close-lipped smile that she hoped looked unthreatening and chose not to mention that the biting was a metaphor. She honestly wasn’t sure if correcting her would cause her to combust, what with the amount the other was jittering. Was she on something? … Nah, only crazy folk’d get high on a drug that looked to worsen anxiety before a competition.

The pro wrestler discreetly studied her face and tried not to judge the contestant’s sanity. She was sweating an abnormal amount for someone who’d barely had any action…

“No! No, it was helpful. Ya don’t need ta be no guinea pig. I can do that for myself just fine.”

Flo threw her hands forward once she finished her spiel as if to stop her from throwing herself into any more doors, nevermind that she was too far away to actually reach.

“We ain’t gonna hit you. At least, I ain’t, and I’ll stop anyone that tries. ‘Member we’re on television? Be bad form to hit someone on television. Not that I would off television either, mind ya.”

“Oh shi—”

Flo bit her tongue, realizing halfway through speaking that she had struck people on television before—but it was too late to pretend it wasn’t said, so she tried to roll with it. Her intentions were more important than the truth right now, and letting her know about the lie would just agitate her further.

“In fact, I’ll do that right now. Be a guinea pig, I mean, not hit ya. Prove I’m not bluffin’.”

Taking slow steps towards the nearest door, she made sure she was facing the nervous competitor with a kindly smile that she could feel was starting to slip into a Rocket grin. Her facial muscles twitched as she pulled them back into place. She opened the door without looking at the contents inside and strode in.

“See? I’m—FUCK!”

The door slammed shut before anybody could see what exactly had happened.

Flo smashed a fist down on the closed door, shaking it on its hinges a little and causing flakes of plaster dust to flutter down on her head. Already, she could hear the grinding of gears changing her position in the maze of hallways. But that wasn’t the most pressing of her issues. Cursing profusely, she changed tactics and spun away from the neon ghost creeping towards her.

Dashing a short distance to the door on her right, Flo yanked it open, slipping inside as the ghost jolted to a stop where the tracks ended.

“Thank fuck.”

Turning her head, she smacked face first into another ghost pop-up.

“You’re fucking with me.”

Before she could complain further, a tube opened above her and sucked her up, up and away.

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Flo gets yoinked after doing a stupid.

 

[Vahn]

Omar Ayad

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SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Zhànzhēng Resort, East District

TIME:

Hiram, Kazue, Kairong, Omar, Ottilie

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

Omar Ayad listened and paid attention to every word that the lady said even to the mention of the menu being smaller than usual. Omar thought to himself hmm the protest is proving to be useful now who will Mister Sieh handle this situation and will he be more receptive to a contractors solution to these protests. To see her be troubled stare at the device as she needed to raise the issue to another rung up the ladder of management and as she showed him the spa and gyms Omar would make a mental note of these facilities and even get to hear her name Selina and it was odd that there was no last name. Is Mister Sieh on a first name basis with all his employees? or is this one of those only one name things like those musicians? As she was about to turn to leave would Omar cast another gaze at Selina before speaking out "Nice facilities indeed. I'll just linger around here for a bit."

Omar Ayad would flash a smile before pulling out his cellphone to inform the insurance team of the situation. Omar Ayad would type a few sentences into the cellphone before hitting send. Meanwhile at the van; one of the passengers was getting anxious staring at his wristwatch and counting down the seconds before the group could begin the operation and he can finally feel the power of his assault rifle once again this time with live targets. Targets like the blocking protesters...is ten minutes done? we go now? let's do this! As the passenger was about to open the vans sliding door only to hear the tell tale song from Our☆Iroi coming from the drivers cellphone. It was like everyone stopped what they were doing before stopping to stare at the driver i disbelief. The Driver would stop the song and stare at the message before speaking up. "The asset is in the building and we are to stand by for further orders." A loud sigh can be heard from the eager passenger as he then asked the Driver." Can't I go around and fire off a few shots? You know pick off the stranglers? " The Driver would shake his head as the passenger continues. "Why are you even waiting for this business man? We take orders from the Pumpkin." The Driver would now speak. "The Pumpkin said to get our orders from this business man until the Pumpkin needs us or the business man dismiss us. " The passenger annoyed would slump back into his chair as he checks again his assault rifle once more as he stares at the protesters who seemed to be trying to block the entrance to the resort.

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[Saturn_moon]

Isobel Pham

CS Link

SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]

LOCATION:

Heavenly Beast Plaza, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Elias, Ezra, Isobel, Kenji, Passeri, Wren

Where Giants Sleep

Deeper into the mines they ventured, with wary steps and heavy hearts. The narrow tunnels twisted and turned back on themselves, first going to the right, then to the left... or was it left then right? Dark and cramped spaces had never made Isobel particularly uncomfortable but as the minutes ticked closer to the hour, even she could feel the claustrophobia starting to fold in on her like the lid of a box. It didn't help that for the past fifteen minutes or so she had picked up on the inexplicable sense that they were being watched. However, every time she turned around to check, she was merely greeted by the neverending darkness and their own footsteps in the dirt.

At some point, Isobel had to ask herself if this was all worth it. For the better part of her time in the Tigers, she'd been careful to keep her distance from others. After all, it was always easier to walk away from things when emotions weren't involved. Yet, here she was; stumbling around an abandoned mine at the bottom of New Oasis, with no idea of what she was going to find at the end all because she had decided to put her faith and trust into a man who barely acknowledges her presence. Do you never learn your lesson?

Feeling the hairs on the back of her neck bristle once more, Isobel put her internal lamentations on pause. Pushing her senses out, she searched for others in the area but all she found were her two companions walking in front. Unable to stand it much longer, she tugged on Elias and Passeri’s sleeves, signaling them to stop. At the risk of sounding as insane as Markus, Isobel typed a quick message into her phone and showed it to the other two.

“I think there's someone watching us.”

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[QuirkyAngel]

Elias Yumin

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]

LOCATION:

Heavenly Beast Plaza, Lower Central(Beneath Dragon Statue)

PARTICIPANTS:

Wren, Elias, Kenji, Passeri, Isobel, Ezra

Where Giants Sleep

'Understood. My apologies.'

Elias signed back simply, amused that the quiet Jack seemed to have much more bite to her than he’d originally thought. The memory manipulator studied Isobel’s reaction curiously. Much like when he showed her the claw, she seemed to be disoriented by the new memories. It would seem he would still need more work to make translocation of recollections seamless; He hadn’t meant to make her uncomfortable, after all. Then again, Mouse might simply be sensitive…which meant he’d have to be extra careful should he ever have to alter her memories.

Assuming he valued his hands that is.

Violet eyes traveled to Passeri, who had suggested an alternate “team” division, back to Isobel, who quickly agreed, then to Ezra who seemed content to go wherever the others decided. Elias was much the same to Ezra in that regard. Therefore he simply nodded, giving Mouse another innocent, apologetic smile as they headed off down the right tunnel.

Idly rolling the pink, glowing crystal in his hand as they traversed into the deeper parts of the mine, Elias made casual conversation with the “frightened” idol. “If you’re scared, would you like to hold my hand, Miss Park?” He asked jokingly. “I wouldn’t be much use against a ghost, I’m afraid, but I can help if you fall…assuming your shoes untie themselves again, that is.”

Not that there were any properties in his potential that would assist him if he fell. Elias would have to rely on his own dexterity as an HP to avoid any ‘pitfalls’ and ‘traps’ that Passeri suggested might be below. It reminded him of one of those archeological exploration movies/documentaries he watched as a kid, except this was no set and there were certainly no cameras…as far as he could see. Pink light really only revealed dirt and more rocks much to Elias’s disappointment.

“I wonder how far this mine goes…” Claustrophobia wasn’t really an issue for Elias, and Passeri solved the darkness problem (saving their phone batteries a little), so there wasn’t anything thus far that particularly frightened him. He didn’t believe in ghosts, but, even if supernatural beings did exist, like the supernatural powers that pervaded their city of New Oasis, their malevolence only existed in the minds of authors and script writers. No point worrying about the unknown. However, there was a point in being prepared for the unknown, so Passeri’s worries of boulder’s and traps were kept in mind as Elias ventured, taking care to keep an eye on his surroundings and shining pink light on anything that looked remotely interesting.

Nothing.

Elias sighed. He could feel a slight tug of the paper scrap he’d pocketed, as if Ezra had activated his potential and the scrap was trying to return to original…but the pull itself wasn’t particularly strong. As if Ezra wasn’t focused on it? Could his potential even pick and choose the pieces repaired? “Guys, do you feel–?”

A tug from Isobel, who seemed to be trailing behind, caused Elias to stop and frown. Reading the message the Jack typed, Elias’s eyebrows rose and the rookie tiger scanned their surroundings before shrugging. He smirked wryly. “Mole-people maybe? Even if they are watching, there’s not much we can do about it until they show themselves.”

Between people that had the potential to turn themselves invisible and other possible creatures that lived in the mines, it was too soon to assume Isobel was sensing ghosts. That said, other than bats or mine workers, Elias couldn’t imagine what other people might be lurking in a mine beneath a Dragon Statue–besides exploring, treasure-hunting, gangsters like themselves, of course. “Let’s just exercise caution for now. You are free to hold my hand as well, Miss Mouse.”

The last line was accompanied by a playful smile as he attempted to lighten the tense atmosphere.

The One Eyed Bandit Lucem @ Saturn_moon Kyuubey Stros

 

[Elenion Aura]

NPC POST

SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Helva, Hou, Isaiah, Kanna, Maho, Meirin, Ra, Rin, Shen, Vulken, Yong-Yut

THE DRAGON AND THE PHOENIX

Things were progressing well, all things considered.

The Dragon King had yet to return from his audience with the Phoenix King, and so the two of their entourages were left to their own devices. It was a credit to their leaders, both official and unspoken, that blood had gone, as of yet, unspilled.

Unfortunately... All good things must come to an end eventually.

It happened in a flash.

Whether it had been a handful of prideful Phoenixes, whose fury in their hearts ever-burned untarnished by the troubles of the day, or a clique of aloof Dragons, emboldened by their recent victory in a skirmish against these very foes, who'd thrown the first punch... None present could say.

By then the invisible line had blurred, thanks in no small part to the efforts of a few brazen gangsters.

The embers that would stoke the flames were still mere flickers. The brawl seemed isolated to a small faction of belligerents on either side. Swift intervention couldperhaps prevent things more grievous than wounded pride.

 

[angel doe]

celestine renee cadieux

CS Link

SCENE:

serpents arc 3: scene 2 [hunks in the city]

LOCATION:

central district

PARTICIPANTS:

jozef, tri, nikolai, celestine

hunks in the city

celestine had opted not to get any ice cream for herself; she wasn't very hungry and the idea of eating it made her stomach ache. she ended up choosing an empty stool to sit on as she waited for them, watching as tri gathered the other two for a selfie that she had very little interest in joining; photos were never something celestine had been fond of.

instead, celeste just kept an eye on jozef. seeing him enjoying himself was more than enough for her, honestly, and she was happy sitting off to the side like this. that happiness was short-lived, however, as it was replaced by a sudden sinking feeling in her stomach.

is someone watching us?

frowning, celestine turned and looked out the window, scanning the area briefly before her gaze landed on someone wearing a hat and a mask. the stranger just stood there, staring unblinkingly in their direction, with most of the focus seeming to be on tri.

"excuse me, tri," celeste turned to the serpent king, eyes narrowed slightly, "there is someone staring at us from outside. i do not know if it is anything to worry about, but they have been staring a bit too long for my liking."

sure, maybe it was nothing and celestine was being paranoid and overreacting, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

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note: we're not going to talk about how fucked this post is.
it is not good
just ignore it besties
ignore how bad it is

 

[Beann]

SAMIRA CALRISSIAN

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie

THE HEIST

Samira hummed softly, her eyebrows pulling together into a slight frown at the information — or lack of information. Not knowing their target’s capabilities was a bit concerning but as Ryutaro stated, they would have to power through and adapt to the situation. She trusted her fellow Tigers were more than capable of handling any surprise circumstance thrown at them, or at least Jennifer and Sylvie. The other two, she wasn’t sure as she hadn’t had the pleasure of working with them on any related tasks before.

Her attention briefly passed over Sylvie as he asked if weapons would be provided before turning her gaze to Jackie as he walked over to a nearby wall to reveal a hidden compartment that stored black cases. She watched the demonstration with an ounce of disappointment. If these were to be their primary weapons, then she wouldn’t be able to use the golden Colt 500 that Jack had gifted her. Oh well, she was sure the cowboy wouldn’t mind…probably.

She collected the case that held her primary weapon for the task, gently setting it down beside her feet in the upright position. Samira then turned to look at the two new members entering the area with additional cases, these ones containing masks. What is a bank heist without a gun and a mask after all? Samira couldn’t help but smile in amusement at the thought of the cliche often seen in action movies.


“Hmm, so many options…”

Looking over the wide variety of masks provided, Samira settled on one that would compliment any gilded outfit of hers.

She turned her head to look as Jennifer snatched a mask of her own without much thought. “You could have at least picked one with a little more flare, Jennifer.” Samira offered her friend a look of amusement.

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[Beann]

RURIKO IKEDA

CS Link

SCENE:

Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Filth in the Gutter]

LOCATION:

North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Silva, Laura, Ruriko, Schroeder

FILTH IN THE GUTTER

Ruriko stared at Schroeder, completely dumbfounded. When she said he was the man for the job, she didn’t mean she wanted a long-winded explanation from the old man! He even went as far as suggesting she change her code name. She inhaled deeply through her nose, reminding herself to respect her elders and that she couldn’t just tell them to shut up like she always did with Jesper.

A loud thud nearby interrupted her train of thought and Ruriko caught a glimpse of a particular neon green. Was that Silva? Ruriko looked around the corner of the van she hid behind, her eyebrows deepening into a frown. Of course, it was.

Before she could consider checking to see if he was alright, the old man moved along to the intended actions she had in mind: to fire up the nearby automobiles. She watched as Schroeder revved up a giant truck, sounding its horn for dramatic effect before allowing it to barrel full speed toward the metal fence that surrounded the warehouse. “Hell yeah -!” Her look of annoyance was quickly replaced with excitement as she looked back and forth at the paths that both the truck and one of the vans tore through. They now had a clear way out and a way in without the use of her portals. This would make things much easier.

She whipped her head back around, expecting Silva to have regrouped with them but he was nowhere to be seen. Did he charge in by himself? “Where the hell —” The creaking of metal and tires made Ruriko forget about Silva for a moment. The vehicles in the area sprouted arms and legs, rotating to face the three of them that were still present. “Oi, is this your doing, old man — WOAH —!”

Ruriko dived down to avoid a swipe from one of the vans, letting out a huff as she scrambled back up to her feet. However, as soon as she regained her footing, a powerful explosion forced her to throw her weight against one of the vans to prevent herself from being knocked over. She grunted in annoyance and slapped the metal door of the van in anger. This shit got chaotic way too fucking fast.

“Alright! Old man, back up Tetra — I’ll go wrangle Pixel — wherever the fuck he went!”

She shouted before whirling a portal underneath her, quickly falling through as she linked it to a portal inside the warehouse. Ruriko looked around, clearly on edge as she gripped the hilt of her sword. The familiar (and slightly obnoxious) laughter drew her attention one way as she took off running. Turning a corner, spotted the familiar neon green jacket she mainly associated with Silva. “Oi! You can’t just fuckin’ charge in with no support!”

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[Chaos Gallant]

Jack

CS Link

SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 3 [Silence for the Damned]

LOCATION:

Dilapidated Clinic, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charmy, Dagger, Guinevere, Jack

Silence for the Damned

Jack waited patiently as Dagger finished collecting her things, his coat flapping in the wind as he hovered. At her remark Jack grinned, “Madam, I am nothin’ if not that, my momma’ wouldn’ta had it any other way.” He replied with a melodramatic southern drawl, tipping his hat and bowing slightly.

His voice returned to its normal demeanor, “Pardon me, if I may be so bold.” He pulled her closer to him on the disc. “I find most folk have difficulty defyin’ gravity, especially without somethin’ to hold onto.” The disc dipped, lurching forwards in the direction of their unidentified mind goblin. Jack was cautious of the speed at which they approached, enough to warrant a hand on his hat to keep the wind from blowing it away, but hopefully not enough to appear as if they wanted to switch to fisticuffs instead.

Jack slowed the disc’s speed as they drew close, the faces of their targets now being clear to him. A familiar face, and two quite unfamiliar. One no doubt belonging to the voice he and Dagger had heard just moments ago. Jack loosened his hold on Dagger now that they had slowed, he held his hand up to wave, “Howdy!” He announced loud enough for Guinevere, Charmy, and Roland to hear, or he hoped. ‘Maybe this fella’ only communicates with his mind. Howdy!’ Jack projected a mental greeting just for assurance. “If we’d known these were friends of yours Miss Charmy, I promise ya’ we woulda’ at least given ya’ a warning,” Jack jested, smiling as he rubbed the back of his neck.

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[Vahn]

Schroeder Wildschwein

CS Link

SCENE:

Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunting Filth]

LOCATION:

Serpent Chemical Warehouse, North District

TIME:

Silva, Laura, Ruriko, Schroeder, Jiak.

Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunting Filth]

When the vehicles rose up with their newly formed arms and legs; Schroeder Wildschwein was unfortunately inside one of the vans or was it actually a good thing. Schroeder Wildschwein was sitting on the flat surface of the van as it allowed him to feel analysis of the whole design structure of this new strange vehicle he said out loud to himself. " I never thought this would ever happen... That cartoon always filled my head when I attempted this myself only to fail time after time...This must be heaven sent to recieve schematics of how it is done....I always knew that one of our kind would make my dream come true.....When I'm done here, I will replicate the process with my more battle ready vehicles at the junkyard. " The van would then transform with Schroeder Wildschwein inside of it as Schroeder Wildschwein would go to the drivers seat as he touched the dashboard, he stared at the other vehicles and noticed that none of them were attempting to attack his van. A large smile would form on Schroeder Wildschwein face as he sees the other vehicles still standing, he feels the arms moving as he wished as if reminding him of one of those VR game thingies. One of the legs move foward followed by the second as Schroeder Wildschwein willed it to move by his command and using the steering wheel to direct this new vehicle towards the nearest two walking vehicles.

The first thing Schroeder Wildschwein did was force his van to use its arms to grab the other two vehicles arms. One left arm and one right arm; as schematics flow into the head of Schroeder Wildschwein only for his smile to grow even larger than before as he said to no one in particular. " Let's get Dangerous. " The suspension systems, axles, wheels, engines, clutches, gear boxes, lubrication systems, transmission systems, the van bodies, steering gears, cooling systems, ignition systems, spark plugs, batteries, alternators, heaters, radiators, power trains, drive shafts, springs, shock absorbers, speedometers, headlights, mufflers, fuel tanks, RPM gauges, fuel gauges, seats, carpets, road side assistance tools, cup holders, air conditioners, buttons, switches, tail pipes, ignition lock cylinders (the part where you put the key in to start the car) the legs and the arms as the only thing remaining from the two vans where basically the steel frames. Schroeder Wildschwein had stripped the two vehicles to its bare bones as the steel frames fall to the ground and smash upon impact to the ground. Schroeder Wildschwein started sorting the parts while strengthening the legs of his vehicle, strengthening the arms, ensuring that the arms and legs is properly supporting the entire vehicle.

Now is the time for modifications, the extra parts started to make a body, shoulders started to grow, the arms are now placed in the shoulder slots, pelvis and a slot for the legs. The van rests on what would have been the head area, the spare brake systems would lock the vans wheels in place to prevent the van from falling off. Schroeder Wildschwein would now look at the other vehicles with arms and legs that were fighting Tetra as he turns on the van stereo system as he turns the volume up to eleven, the combined speakers of three vans echoed a large squeaking noise that can be heard in the loading bay area before Schroeder Wildschwein would pull pull out a old thumb drive as he attaches it to the usb port. Drums can be heard along with the revving engine of a car followed by a guitar and a bass playing before a male singer starts to sing. " Fighting villains from afar. You gotta find first gear. In your giant robot car! You dig giant robots! I dig giant robots! We dig giant robots! Chicks dig giant robots! Nice!!! " The music would continue in a loop.

This newly modified van charged at the nearest vehicle with arms and legs that was away from Tetra so as to not stomp or trample her under foot. This newly modified van curled its right arm before hitting its opponent while inside Schroeder Wildschwein shouts to himself in excitement. " Mecha Lariat. I love this giant robot. Thanks for the leg." Once the lariat hits the other vehicle, Schroeder Wildschwein would steal the left leg of the other vehicle as it does a spin before falling to the ground as Schroeder Wildschwein and newly modified van charges to another vehicle to fight or disable while keeping an eye at the area Tetra was fighting.

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[Kyuubey]

Kinsley Lizette Foxx

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1

LOCATION:

Mysterious Black Site, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

August, Damian, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyoden, Peyton, Raphael, Sabrina, Shinko

Thicker Than Water

A hiss was released from Kinsley’s mouth when she spotted the embers dancing about at the end of the Knight’s weapon. It became instinctive to get away from it, those flames licking the air where she’d just been with each swing that she managed to dodge. She could feel the heat and whilst that part didn’t bother her, it was knowing how much damage that fire at the tip of the lance would cause the symbiote.

Chester’s piece had forced Kinsley into a more defensive approach, keeping her completely on her toes, and leaving no room for her to fumble or trip up. This literally, to no end, pissed the woman off.

Like an animal trapped in a corner, Kinsley scowled, feeling a heat of her own rise through her entire being, encasing every limb. It may have not been fire, the one thing she was keeping her distance from, but it was pure and unfiltered rage. Fury that had nowhere to go, bottled up to a dangerous point, since she was dancing about like a fucking ballerina to avoid being impaled.

Then she saw it - salvation in the form of ebony. Those familiar tentacles snaked their way across the short distance to ravage and attack the Knight. There wasn’t a flicker of surprise at the sight, no. It was just manic laughter that followed. Watching it fight and then go limp, Kinsley cackled. “ You know, I think I prefer this version of chess. “ She retorted with a smug smile, hands falling to rest idly on her hips now that the threat of the fire was snuffed out.

The Chessmaster wasn’t done yet though. She went into an erratic display, one impressive enough for professional theater, as she threw out piece after piece.

Kinsley’s eyes began to spark up with enticement as their new opponents were brought to life around them. Now there was somewhere for that anger to be funneled. They were headed for Damian though, who she noticed only had the one tentacle connected to his frame now. She didn't quite like those odds, despite knowing Damian could hold his own.

It’s not enough… A voice said, calm yet there was a drop of worry, concern for the man, in those words.

Don’t let him have all the fun, the other said, whispering it like a challenge within Kinsley’s head.

A scream filled the air as a pair of gigantic arms protruded from her back, the sound silent compared to her shrill scream as the symbiote oozed and pulled them into existence. They were muscular and pitch black, much like Damian’s tentacles, though the fists were ginormous. Getting trapped in their grasp would be bone crushing, or worse. Her expression looked wild, head whipping about, as she mapped out the pieces brought into play. She took note of where the other and untouched Knight stood and she burst forward, avoiding it completely.

She intercepted their charge towards Damian, her own arms and the created ones spreading out like a wall. “ I won’t let you touch him, you brainless fucks. “ Kinsley spat out, tongue forking its way forward through a mouth that didn’t close, licking and caressing the elongated teeth of her open maw.

The giant hands lurched forward, as did her entire body, to close the distance between her and the Bishops, plucking both of them from the ground in each hand. They dangled in the air, hoisted up by the symbiote. The fingers could barely curl due to the trapped piece within them but slowly and surely they began to. There was a crunch that filled the air when the resistance finally broke, crumpling under the pressure with their flailing bodies being crushed under that steel ironclad grip.

Kinsley dropped their lifeless forms to the ground before turning towards the other pair of Bishops, grinning sadistically at them. She began to pummel them into the ground, hands raised high, going full on Donkey Kong on the remaining pair. Those fists smashed relentlessly from above, beginning to create cracks in the ground below where they impacted whenever they were brought down upon them.

Yes, yes, more, more, she heard through her blind rage. The heaps of their bodies were unrecognizable once she finally ceased pounding into them like one thinning meat with one of those mallets. It was glorious.

Both hands dusted themselves off, ridding them of any debris left behind before they morphed into circular like weapons. The ends were razor-sharp, covered in the teeth of a chainsaw, glistening and ready to tear into whatever she managed to slice into.

The pawns, the weakest of the bunch, oh, they'd be first. She set her hungry gaze on them, pushing herself forward with stalking steps much like a predator, closing in on them. A final dash to meet them face to face. Once within arms reach, she began shredding through them with arms spread wide, spinning in circles much like a child while releasing a laugh that was filled with the utmost glee.

Her momentum was forced to a stop when they came into contact with one of the Rooks. Her laughing came to an abrupt end, eyes narrowing in confusion. Kinsley tugged once, twice, before casting a venomous gaze upon the piece. The serrated edge had gotten stuck, unable to cut through the piece.

“ Way to kill my fucking vibe. Let me guess which piece you are. A piece of shit…right? “ Kinsley muttered with a roll of her eyes, stomping a foot forward that collided with the armor plating of the Rook. The blade became unstuck and Kinsley used the kick to propel herself backwards, creating some distance between them.

She was back in front of Damian, not daring to look back at him as she stared forward at the remaining pieces. Before her was a sea of remnants, scattered about in no particular pattern. That army that once stood between them and the Chessmaster much thinner. Those foes who dared encroach on Damian? Little remained.

The destructive and massive arms slowly disappeared from view, molding back into the suit like a wave of inky darkness that was returning home.

The symbiote sighed in contentment before its tongue flicked at the open air once more, clearly pleased.

Spoiler: Tags

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[WhiskeyMarten]

DARIUS KENNEDY

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SCENE:

Filth In The Gutter

LOCATION:

Lab Icarus, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Darius, Mimi, Orion, Rutheless, Sang-Cheol, Ten, Yuna, Yuto
Ruriko, Silva

THE SUN IN THE GUTTER

With the satisfaction that Ten was safely covered, Darius continued to stalk the hallway with careful steps, sparing nervous glances toward his accompaniments as the sounds of distant chaos bounced down the corridor.

When Ten rose to give their intel, he looked down at his partner, clearly uncertain. “We don’t know who they are.” He whispered back, addressing both Ten and Yuna but remaining frozen in place halting his own plan. “Can you find out who they are, Ten? Without putting yourself in danger. Maybe find Sang-Cheol while you’re at it?”

He looked back to where they came from, and back towards his destination.

“In the meantime, we can… we can…” With abandoning the lab still an option Darius was unwilling to risk, he navigated the nearby corridors in his mind, to map out a potential safe room.

“We can-

And then his mind froze as a man came into view, cackling a threat, quickly accompanied by the scolding of a woman not too much further away. Well, now they knew who they were.

“Shit. Get back down, Ten.”

After a moment of locking eyes with Silva like a deer in headlights, Darius turned tail and ran. Where wasn’t so important anymore, as long as it was away from the threats, and further ahead than Yuna and Ruthe, leaving them again to their own devices.

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

SYLVIE SLEZÁK

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie

THE HEIST

Sylvie did not observe the weapons with much care. The fine details were lost to him anyway, though he got the gist of it. These were powerful weapons. The masks on the other hand evoked a stronger reaction as Sylvie excitedly examined his options, picking one up after Samira and Jennifer made their very different choices.

Originally he had not intended to pick it, as it looked rather flimsy despite its intriguing design. It was deceptively heavy, though not nearly enough to be a hindrance, and as Sylvie grabbed a corner to test its strength, it was clear that it was made of strong metal. With one last glance at the remaining options, he nodded, holding the mask to his chest, his choice made.

 

[Lucem]

DAMIAN

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]

LOCATION:

Mysterious Black Site, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Damian, August, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyoden, Peyton, Raphael, Sabrina, Shinko

THICKER THAN WATER

As the blinding light brought forth the remaining pieces in Chessmaster's arsenal, Damian's smirk widened. Much like the woman across from him, he was delighted by the escalating situation, feeling only satisfaction as the newly raised army brandished their weapons and charged at him with reckless abandon. His enemy had given him everything he asked for, and he couldn't have been happier with the way things had turned out. However, the taste of gratification quickly turned bittersweet.

When he heard Caio's voice, Damian was tempted to abandon the ongoing battle and move to the Serpent Queen's side. If they were proceeding to the next phase of the operation, he wanted to be there for it. He wanted to explore the mysterious site even further and see how the mission to find Raphael developed. But if he gave in to that impulse, that would mean giving up on his other objects of interest.

He was fascinated by Chessmaster, the beast, and the depths of the warehouse. Despite being surrounded by so many wonderful things, he was unable to split his attention between all of them. It was regrettable, but he had to make a choice. That dilemma of his was far more concerning than the wave of enemies currently baring their fangs at him.

As he stood there, mulling over his options, a deafening scream interrupted his thoughts. After turning to identify the source of the sound, he found himself looking down, staring at amorphous ooze that soon shifted into a gargantuan set of arms. Kinsley and her dark armor now stood before him, cutting off the army's advance. She didn't stay in place for very long, only remaining there long enough to spit out a threat before rushing to meet the pieces head-on.

As he watched the confrontation between Kinsley and the silver soldiers, any thoughts that had to do with his current predicament vanished. Rather than try to decide where to direct his focus, he simply enjoyed the spectacle in front of him. He made mental notes as the battle progressed, attempting to find answers for the multitude of questions that came to mind. The speed of Kinsley's rampage made that rather easy, as she quickly moved from one piece to the next, allowing him to gather plenty of data.

He wasn't only watching Chessmaster's servants. He kept a close eye on his hooded companion as well, captivated by the various ways she and her living suit dispatched their foes. Even after several years, they managed to remain as enthralling as ever, contending with every new discovery that entered his life.

During the scuffle, his scattered tentacles slithered across the battlefield. Avoiding the path of destruction, they lined up behind his massive frame and reattached themselves to his back. They arrived with company, bringing Kinsley with them when she disengaged.

The redhead had thinned the enemy's numbers considerably. The Knights and the Rooks still stood tall, but Damian didn't pay them much attention. Having already observed their unique qualities, he moved on, his interest directing his gaze elsewhere. There were still two more pieces in play, neither of them having a duplicate. He wanted to find out what made them special. He wanted to know what made them worthy of being the master's royal guard. In order to do that, he first had to deal with the other obstacles barring his path.

Finally removing his hands from his pockets, Damian took a step forward and wrapped his arms around Kinsley's waist. As he lifted the woman off her feet, his tentacles expanded and squirmed before releasing thick clouds of ink. The black fog enveloped them like the miasma that once filled the warehouse, concealing their presence.

After spewing smoke, all four tentacles pushed against the ground with great strength, launching the pair into the air. Bursting out from cover, Damian commanded his appendages to writhe once again. In response, they released more ink. However, instead of the previous, gaseous form, it came out as a liquid. Falling like rain, it doused the burning blue flames below, extinguishing the threat to the symbiote. It would also make it more difficult for the cavalry to pursue them, as the ground was now slick.

Still airborne, Damian focused on the quickly approaching figures ahead of him. Looking forward to what came next, he brought Kinsley in closer, allowing him to speak into her ear. "If possible, I'd like to keep that one around." With one of his tentacles, he pointed at Chessmaster like a child picking out a toy from a stocked shelf.

He wanted to see more of the flashy woman. He had more questions, but if she met her end here, he'd never have answers for them. It would have been preferable to keep her alive, allowing him to further his inquiries another day.

"I'll leave the Queen to you." When the distance between him and the Chessmaster was nearly closed, he handed Kinsley off to one of his extra limbs. Seconds after it coiled around her small body, it gave her a good toss, firing her at the Queen like a speeding bullet. While he would have liked to examine the hovering piece himself, he could only be in so many places at once, so he trusted that one to his fellow Veteran.

Focusing entirely on the stationary King, Damian angled downward as his tentacles wrapped around his body. The masses of muscle covered him like a shell as he slammed against the royal, protecting him against the resulting impact and any attacks that followed. Peeking through the pinhole-sized gaps in his living wall, he observed his opponent, keen to see what it had to offer.

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[FabulousTrash]

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

Kanna wasn't paying attention much to the conversations going on.

She idly watched as some of the Dragons interacted with the Phoenixes. Though still cautious, she did nothing to stop the others talk with one another, as her way of saying they were allowed to do so. She overheard Isaiah say her own thoughts out loud.

Perhaps I'm being overly cautious as well.

It was hypocritical of Kanna to prevent the other Dragons from talking with the opposing gang, given that she herself knew two of them on a personal level. So far, things were remaining civil, which is what the Jack could only ask for.

Letting out a breath, she closed her eyes for a moment. She could feel her body get lighter as she floated up into the air a couple inches. She crossed her legs, allowing her body to relax while being suspended in the air. Her ponytail began to lightly float upwards behind her.

Perhaps when this was all over, Kanna would check in on her other half.

[...]

Kanna looked over to the side, where she could hear some sort of commotion. Her legs un-crossed as her feet returned to the ground. At closer inspection, a few of the Dragons and Phoenixes were going at one another. How the fight began was not Kanna's concern. That would be dealt with once everyone was back at the HQ.

The Jack quickly moved towards the group. She could tell that, at least on the Dragons side, most of them were new rookies that she didn't recognize. Kanna raised her voice, almost snapping at them.

"Enough!"

She forced her way between the group, separating the Dragons and the Phoenixes. The Jack looked towards her counterpart, silently communicating for Isaiah to come help. Kanna turned her attention to the Phoenixes, making sure they weren't going to continue the confrontation while waiting to see who would come reel their own in. Her muscles remained tense, ready to react at a moments notice.

Kanna stole a quick glance towards where Shen disappeared to with the Phoenix king.

Please hurry up.

 

[BriiAngelic]

Jackson Reese Alessi

SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Florence, Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Dimitri, Jackson

THE GREAT THRESHOLD

PASSERI PARK'S ULTRA PASSIONATE MELODY ONSLAUGHT!

What a fucking joke.

He supposes that if they were going for challenging they certainly succeeded. The puzzle was already difficult without the inclusion of dumbasses on the team. He half wondered if singing would daze her long enough that she would Stop Fucking Resetting THE DAMN PUZZLE.

Memorizing wasn’t his strong suit on a good day let alone when the bright neon patterns were constantly moving as levers were pulled aimlessly. Every time he thought he caught a pattern another pull disproved his hypothesis. At least he thinks it did. At least once the girl had fiddled with a lever at the same time he did and he’d lost track of what did what.

He made his way over grabbing his own paper when the annoyance of an announcer came on once more. He half expected this damn game would end with them stuck in here til someone else won. He wouldn’t usually mind since the girl was at least cute but he could see her sweating even from far away, gross. It was like having a female Jesper with half the intelligence and twice the perspiration.

He gave the door a kick trying to get the idiots attention.

“HEY, are you gonna stop fucking around long enough to get your head out of your ass? Or should I save us both the favor and help you relax?”

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General: The One Eyed Bandit Ambiloquous

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

TAKAONNA

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]

LOCATION:

Mysterious Black Site, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Shinko, Kisara, Sabrina, Damian, August, Kinsley, others

Thicker Than Water

It came as a faint rattling at first; the rapid banging against metal and floor. But it was getting louder. One of the knights was first to notice it—only when the rattling became akin to an old train running across a rickety metal bridge. By then, a hand crashed into its face, and another wrapped around its waist.

The Takaonna growled a dry, abrasive groan. Her legs curled around the Knight's horse body, tightening like an anaconda no matter how frantically it pranced. She was not without worry—she heard the flames around the ends of the metal monstrosity—its mere existence was a threat... Which is why they needed to be extinguished first.

The Knight lost control of its arms, constricted by Takaonna's own. The other two Knights, realizing their companion in dismay, galloped to aid. One neared.

The struggling Knight thrust his spear; signaled by a loud pop and a crunch of metal. The arm, torn from its socket by mere force, pierced straight through the other's shield and into its chest. It dropped.

The other Knight galloped upon the mess, stabbing into it. Takaonna yelled, more akin to an animalistic growl. The fiery spear cut across her back, sliding across her sticky clothing as her body squirmed and contorted. The spear carried itself into the Knight she entangled. In that instant, she threw her hand at the other's face in blind panic—she felt a warmth emerge on her back where the spear hit, and the heat was spreading.

The impact of her hand threw the other Knight tilted backward. She searched the face, then sliding her grip to its throat. She squeezed. Both Knights danced in circles, connected by the spaghetti of limbs. The blaze spread across Takaonna, in turn engulfing the pieces in their own flames. Panic enveloped them both; their galloping led across the remaining pawns at breakneck speed, mowing down the remaining ones. A smoky scream escaped the mass—Takaonna brought all her strength into his grips, though she had no idea where she grabbed.

The first Knight felt its chest squeeze, then contort, then bend, then break. Its upper torso tore from its side, off the horse part of its body.

The second Knight's throat crunched like a tin can; its head popped off right after.

The moment Takaonna felt their resistance die down, she detached and crawled off like a terrified spider of fire.

Her hands reached for anything—anything that she could reach to get her away from the flames. She grabbed something in the air—she thought it was a support column or a pole—and intended to climb it... Instead of going up, the "pole" came down.

Another shriek pierced the air, but this time it did not belong to Shinko.

Peacock slammed against the floor; the blaze on Takaonna burned through the feathers carrying herself. The tall woman did not even notice the feathers attempting to strike her as they failed to get past the fire. In her own feather garment, Peacock, too, was enguled in flames.

Blinded by instinct, Takaonna swung her elongated arm to the side to throw the seemingly useless object away. Peacock flew—for the first time without using her Potential. It was a flight cut short with an impact against the debris of the pallet shelf. Though the fire was put out from the movement, Peacock's split-open head told everything about her chance of returning to the fight.

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