Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

[Roda the Red]

CHARLIE HUGHES

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]

LOCATION:

Vantaggio Tower, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

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

WHOLE WORLD BLIND

It was true that he wasn't exactly tall, while he didn't show it much on the outside, his height was something of a slight insecurity of his own. Yet even then, he had never expected to be used quite literally as a stepping stone, more than the weight or the push, the boy was caught off guard by the sudden cold of Yukito's snowy cushions, he let out a little yelp as his fellow phoenix gained more elevation.

As pluto gave a quick word of warning, Charlie prepared to catch the heavy metal grate. The square lump of ice-covered metal ended up safely landing atop his hands. Or so he thought, as the ice started to slightly melt upon being in contact with his warm fingers. The grate slipped, time froze completely in the boys mind, his eyes widening in panic as he saw the object fall. He had to do something, there was too much at stake. The loud crashing sound could alert the tigers, making the operation more difficult.

But even worse, he might end up making himself look like a clumsy buffoon in front of Phoenix royalty...AGAIN.

He threw his arms forward, his left palm intercepting the grate, only to use a bit too much force, bouncing the object out of his reach. He lunged again, this time his right, but same result. He continued this unintentionally comical juggling a few more times, until he ultimately grabbed it for good, his grip on it so tight and secure that it was indenting the iron. A sigh of relief came out of him, safely laying the grate against the nearby wall. He turned back, facing Hector, trying his best to appear unbothered by what just happened.

"Well, off he goes it seems, we're taking the stairs, correct?"

Spoiler: Notes & Notifs

Tempering status: Half-Activation

Nearby: WhiskeyMarten weatheringwings

In Scene: AriAriAbabwa The Regal Rper Caffeine_Obsessed Misuteeku QuirkyAngel

 

[Anne Boolean]

Pascal Corbin

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SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Florence, Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Dimitri

THE HALL OF INSIGHT

An inquisitive look appeared on Pascal's face as he took in the other's statement. "Hmm... well, if that's the case, then there definitely could be a-" He paused and blinked as the other moved in closer, seemingly scrutinizing his cellular structure. The blond raised a brow at the noises of pondering that came from the brunet's mouth, giving a confused chuckle. When they spoke again though, a grin spread across his face as it all clicked.

"Hah! You're right there!" he commented at his new companion's appraisal. "As for cosplay, if we just so happen to find a wardrobe or something in this maze, I'd totally be down for it! I think the fog machine might be making things extra chilly here..." One of his arms wrapped over his bare chest as he rubbed the side of his other.

Pascal turned to also join his companion in peering ahead into the reflective maze. He let out a chuckle at their comment. "I'm pretty sure Ted builds traps to get the culprit at the end, but since I'm not quite Ted, I can just make sure you don't end up with any glass in your forehead. No promises on whether we crash or not, though. I've done my fair share of that as well." He followed along as they moved forward. "I'm not quite sure about this being a shortcut, since I'm pretty sure I've been following this path since I stepped in. Then again, what's the point of using a shortcut if you take twice as long as you normally would to find it? I think continuing on would be the best plan."

He gave a grin at the other's invitation. "I'd be glad to! Maybe we'll pick up a stoner and his dog or a badass socialite to help round out our team as well."

Spoiler: Tags

The One Eyed Bandit

 

[Elenion Aura]

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SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

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

THE DRAGON AND THE PHOENIX

Despite the best efforts of the few clear heads remaining, the battle below was joined on many fronts. Dragons and Phoenixes clashed with the ringing of steel and the shouts of the bloodthirsty. This was how it was done. Peace was never an option. As above, so below.

The battle of Kings raged overhead. Blow for blow, they clashed and separated, each like a clap of heavenly thunder. The Phoenix King hunched, wiping a mixture of blood and spittle from the corner of her mouth with one hand, using the hammer handle as support with the other. Her eyes met the Dragon King's as he hovered serenely nearby, arms folded neartly into the small of his back, pristine as he'd been when he'd arrived, twin metallic spheres orbiting him like planets around a star.

The respite lasted only a moment, as the Phoenix King tightened her grip on the warhammer and took to the air once more with a mighty leap. There her might was met with the Dragon King's blade again. Only this time, Shen's skill prevailed. The oversized mallet was thrust from the Phoenix King's grip, leaving her open to a swift strike. With dead-eyed, machine-like efficiency, Shen readied his blade once more, one last time— only as the sight of movement, of a dart or a spear of unknown origin whistling towards his head, forced him to react. Reeling his head backwards, the thrown weapon sliced away a few errant strands of hair.

In the very same moment, a shimmering, oil-slick surface materialized beneath the Phoenix King's feet, halting her descent back to the ground.

Shen turned his head toward the source of the interruption, only to be greeted by the sight of three more manifested spears hurtling towards his head. He dodged each in turn with quick, mechanical, precise moves as half-lidded eyes found the now-familiar face of the Phoenix Jack smirking back at him.

"Welp, I guess diplomacy has failed," the Jack said with an air of snark, but his eyes were serious as he willed a glossy, manifested hand to return Lyric's fallen hammer to her grasp. "First round at Red West is on me tonight... Now let's finish this." He looked to Lyric, though was met with only silence. He looked to her for signs of recognition, something, though what he found was single-minded focus on the Dragon King before her. It was as if she didn't even register his presence.

Something was wrong... Though the Jack was disciplined enough to know that now was not the right time to deal with it, not when another threat was so tangibly present. Steeling himself for the fight ahead, the Phoenix Jack and King engaged their common foe in the skies above the battlefield, where below a constricting darkness had begun to take root.

Below the Dragons and the Phoenixes fought each other and the inky blackness that had spread like a dark cloud along the ground. The Golden Dragon had taken to his feet by now, turning his throne into a slick halo of gold that materialized to defend its master from the oncoming assault. It was difficult to see in the gloom, and the Dragon had already paid for a few blunders in the dark with a handful of fresh wounds that now riddled his imposing, but decidely under-dressed, physique. "You do not seem to like me very much. I am sorry." He said, offering apologies for presumed slights against the female Phoenix who seemed deadset on stopping his heart for seemingly no reason, even as he blocked and struck back at her with his aura of gold.

And just when it appeared that the amalgamation of Helva and her Shadow Fiend would deal a crippling blow to the Dragon, a second figure emerged from the shadows at the Phoenix's back, with a well-placed kick aimed for the base of her neck. "WA-TA!" Hou exclaimed as his foot swung in its wide, vicious arc, with enough power to blast through concrete and crumple steel. With a quick recovery, regardless of if his kick landed or not, Hou took up a stance beside his fellow Dragon Rookie. The pair of them stood together, facing off against the Phoenix Revenant.


Together, Jack and King pressed their assault. Alex provided Lyric the mobility to keep within warhammer-distance of the elusive Dragon, and also provided an adequate answer to the flying tempest of steel with creations of his own. Blow after blow was rained down upon the Dragon King's defenses, which, if cracked, showed no sign of it. Far below, street cars parked outside of buildings—long-since abandoned once word of the gangs' presence circulated through them—began to shudder and shake alongside lanterns buried in the cement sidewalks of Central's Upper City.

With scarcely any more warning than that, a twisted metal bolas burst through the cover of shadows below and struck the unsuspecting Phoenix Jack from behind. Contorting around his frame, the metal net carried him forward with its momentum through the air, then through an upper-story window, and accompanying section of brick wall, of a nearby townhouse.

In the very same moment, Shen himself dove through the Phoenix King's guard, grabbing her by the head and carrying her forward with him like he were the divebombing harrier and she his prey. Wrestling to gain back control, Lyric struggled in his grip as the pair of them soared down a street that led deeper into Central District. Every window they passed shattered from the sheer speed of their flight, as cars tumbled carriage over undercarriage and street lamps bent and groaned with strain as they leaned towards the direction that Shen had gone, drawn to him like moths to flame.

Without stopping, without slowing, together the Kings went, speeding away from the battle below, towards an unseen destination on the other side of the island-city.

Speeding towards Unity. Towards Destiny.

 

[Ambiloquous]

Suzerain Schema

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi (

joshuadim

), Noa (

Peckinou

), Ryoma (

Stros

), Suzerain

Her phone rang. Her new phone, gotten after she’d merged the last one in a panic into something less than useful. Pulling it out of an oversized pant pocket, she froze. She thought she might’ve heard Ryoma say something about her in the background, but she was too focused on the name of the caller to do anything but stare at the screen.

The sounds from Anya’s broom-whacking merged with the crescendoing thumping of her heartbeat. Fingers trembling, she pressed “call”.

“... Hello?”

she nearly whispered, afraid that by speaking any louder the other would vanish and she would find the call was a mere hallucination.

Whatever the caller was saying, her expression worsened as minutes passed, or at least, whatever expression could be seen over her mask and the layer of chalk-white sunscreen on her face. Noa had already left for her car by the time the call finished, and Suzerain still hadn’t said anything past a tentative greeting.

The feeling of her phone slipping from her hands jolted her out of her daze. She took a step towards her motorcycle. Then another. Then another and another until she was bolting for the vehicle, all personal sprinting records broken. The rookie only managed to toss out a

“I need to go. Investigate without me.”

before she streaked out of the alleyway in a blur of colours.

Later, they would realize she couldn’t be contacted. Even later, they would realize that she was no longer listed under Phoenixes. Monohybrid was gone for good.

TL;DR:

Suzu yeets unprofessionally.

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Rin Chiyase

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SCENE:

The Dragon and the Phoenix

TIME:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2

LOCATION:

Upper Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hou, Isaiah, Kanna, Meirin, Ra, Shen, Soren,
Helva, Maho, Rin, Vulken, Varoslav

The Dragon and the Phoenix

No sooner than the other Phoenixes were down did the smaller woman grab Rin's arm to yank her down with a lecture to follow. It was almost like her mother's lectures, albeit a lot nicer and less frustrated-sounding. Rin sighed a bit in disappointment.

"Yes ma'am..." She said, perhaps a tad out of habit.

Pouting, the oni was released to stand at her full stature and did so. As she was about to return to Yong-Yut and Meirin, suddenly a chaos enveloped the area with the two kings out for blood with each other. Rin watched with a bit of a dumbfounded expression. She wasn't one to complain about a fight but, wasn't that the exact opposite of what was supposed to happen here?

However, while initially shocked into pause, Rin was quick to bounce back with a toothy grin. She didn't plan on going for anyone's throats like Helva urged, but she wasn't going to pass out an opportunity for a brawl. This is what she had come here for, after all!

Punching the palm of her hand, she stepped forward, pressing against her knuckles to crack them as she rotated her neck to do the same. Then swapping hands as the guys around her rushed forward, Rin joined suit. Crashing into a group like a bull, Rin hoisted them around in much the same fashion as her allies from early. Grabbing one and slinging them into another like a bat, kicking another into a resident's former car. A larger Dragon with some more muscle got a clean hit on her face, but all it earned was a grin that slowly forced against his fist to look at him, followed by a counter attack of the same fashion that earned significantly more distance.

Before Rin could continue on and perhaps find someone higher up on the food chain, suddenly, the sun was gone.

"Wh-Eh? Did I black out? Wait, how am I talking then? What?!" Rin rambled to herself in confusion. Left, right, forward, back, up, down. All black. She held her hands in front of her, still nothing. Was she dead? Purgatory? No, she still felt ground. Unless purgatory felt a lot like road. "Ah, come on!"

Grumbling in frustration, Rin stumbled about in the blackness, occasionally catching a hit from something or someone and doing much the same. Occasionally a voice popped into her head to warn her of a Dragon of Phoenix next to her, but that wasn't any damn fun! She couldn't see what the hell she was hitting! Finally, Rin hit a wall and felt relief. Aside from being dull as hell, it was also incredibly unnerving to the oni, and so with a jump, she began to climb, and climb, and climb. There was no way the entire damn city was like this, right? Or was it her eyes?

Screw it, one theory at a time.

Digging her hands and feet into the wall of a building, Rin scaled it until—the sun was back!

"Holy fuck, that's awful," Rin complained with a sigh of relief as she looked around, squinting as her eyes readjusted to the sudden existence of light. They did so just in time to catch the fight of the Kings in the near distance, as well as a guy who seemingly was a phoenix get slammed through one of the other buildings. Even if she wasn't naturally someone who cared about other people's well-being, checking on him sure as hell beat going back into that void. Now that she could see, she could travel better too.

Aiming herself, Rin pushed off the side of the building and pulled with her arms to swing herself toward the other building until she eventually reached the opening his form created upon impact and pulled herself through. "Oi, you still alive guy?" She called out. He was an HP, so probably. At least, she hoped he was an HP and not some random guy.

Thankfully, he wasn't red mist and was still there, wrapped up. A bit relieved, Rin made her way over to him to attempt to unweave the metal from around his body. "I'll get ya' out. Hang on... So the other bigshot bends metal, huh?" Strangely making smalltalk as she freed him, it was followed by a chuckle that was less than apprehensive.

Peckinou @SilverFlight @Lucem @FabulousTrash @The Prophet Elenion Aura @LXI Nobody Special @L.Amour QuirkyAngel @The Suspicious Eye

 

[Stros]

Ryoma Matsuno

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Anya, HItoshi, Suzerain, Noa

FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING

Before Ryoma could receive an answer from Mono, the sensation of someone bumping into his arm caught his attention. It was unexpected to see Anya leaving the relative safety of the Shallec, but once he noticed the glint of fury in her eyes and the broom in her hands he couldn't muster any words in protest. Watching as the comedic scene unfolded before them, Ryoma couldn't help to crack a smile at the reptile's misfortune.

It simply isn't your day. Huh. He thought to himself.

The man's cowardly behavior even in the presence of an NP reinforced the assumptions Ryoma had formed about the man previously. If he was desperate enough to go taking hostages, he would have seized on the moment as soon as he'd seen Anya walk out. Though, with the lot of them there in the alleyway to back the bartender up, perhaps he was simply smart enough to know when a gamble was too much to take.

In either case, as Ryoma watched the two's interactions he barely picked up on Mono's words from behind him. When he did eventually turn toward the mad scientist, she was already hopping on her motorbike. By then anything Ryoma said would have been drowned out by the roar of its engine, as the machine raced down the street it had come from. The man merely looked where he had seen the bike last, as he listened to the whine of the vehicle slowly fading into the backdrop of the cities everyday cacophony.

"See you around. Mono." Ryoma said to no one in particular.

By that point Noa had already left and he was the last one standing in the alleyway. Brushing off a sudden gut feeling that it may be the last time he would ever meet the quirky Phoenix again, he turned back to Anya and their intruder. Digging in his pockets for the business card he had held earlier, he handed it to Anya instead with an extended hand.

"If you can't get a hold of Vali, give me a ring. ... Even if it's to complain about HItoshi." He said, with a chuckle.

Once she took the card, Ryoma's focus quickly shifted to lizard man once more.

"And you. ... If you're ever looking for honest work, give me a call. I've got a construction company that's going to be real busy soon."

Earning a sharp, reproaching expression from Anya. Ryoma soon added.

"But first... pay off your debts to the Shallec. ... I shouldn't have to come back here. ... And you really don't want Val coming back here." He warned, but with a smile in reference to Noa.

With things having settled down since the hectic chase only moments prior, and a new lead as to Hitoshi's possible whereabouts. Ryoma donned his overcoat once more and began proceeding down the alleyway where they had ambushed their hidden guest. Oblivious of whether or not it was in the direction of the new establishment Hyperstar, he was confident he could easily find where it was located. The sooner he got moving the sooner he would get there.

"I owe you a drink when we get back."

He called down back the alleyway, in reference to Hitoshi, and with a wave to the two figures. Upon rounding the corner, Ryoma reached into a pocket within his coat, and pulled out his cellphone, hitting one of the numbers he had bound to speed dial. After a few rings, the familiar but somewhat annoyed voice of Cotorra answered him.

"Hey. I need a favor."

Anya( joshuadim ), Noa( Peckinou )

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

HECTOR MOSES

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]

LOCATION:

Lucky Rabbit Casino - 1st Floor, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

On the floor: Alice, Charlie, Dante, Hector
Elsewhere: Hide, Raquel, Yukito, Zachariah

WHOLE WORLD BLIND

The kid’s good.

Hector stood still in place, hand up to catch the rookie if he slipped off of his shoulders. He didn’t need to though, Yukito was clearly used to this, and Hector nodded approvingly as Yukito scaled the wall to the vent. It was good that he could take initiative and create solutions on basic instructions. As much as family and team efforts were valued, Hector sometimes feared that people grew too comfortable nestled within the family. Once he was free of feline distractions, he could focus on whipping the Phoenixes into proper shape.

When Yukito gave his warning, Hector remained where he stood as the more seasoned rookie took charge to deal with the grate coming their way. He couldn’t help but flinch when Charlie began to fumble with it, anticipating a loud noise that never came. After Charlie had set the grate down, Hector gave him a look while his scrunched-up, wincing face relaxed.

“Good save, Temperer.”

Well, he’s got the best strength at least, even if he’s clumsy. A well-rounded team is good. Not everyone has to be an acrobat. Hector hadn’t even noticed that Yukito had scrambled off until Zach started giving a barrage of directions, and waved off the now long-gone rookie.

“Anyway, yes. Stairs.” Hector then pressed on his earpiece in a pause between Zach’s words, “Keep me updated on Gourmet and Spellbinder’s positions, but we should be good to press on with our own goals regardless. Make sure we don’t scare the kitties off too soon.”

He marched up to the door marked ‘stairs’, swinging it open effortlessly, and looked up. Above was a long spiral of railings, the end barely visible. The sounds of chatter echoed from above, though the source wasn’t visible. Hector held a finger to his lips quickly, lowering his hand as soon as it seemed Charlie got the message and beginning to ascend. They didn’t have far to climb, first seeing a door marked G, for Ground. Then further up, a door marked 1, for 1st Floor.

The noise was louder now, more so once Hector opened the door to the main floor, letting Charlie enter first and following behind. They were met with chaos. To one side was a maze of casino machines, to another side was the cashier cage, there looked to be a bar further down the path, and more doors around the way. Every location was crowded with patrons and staff, the atmosphere becoming somewhat frenzied. Giant colourful cocktails, flashy designer outfits, loud music, and raucous conversation fought for Hector’s attention as the pair stood in the thick of it.

“And now we move.” Hector barely heard himself as he leaned over to hiss in Charlie’s ear. He was careful with his words, unwilling to attract attention, but honestly, he wasn’t sure where to immediately head. He wished he had been more thorough sending Phoenixes to scout the building out, but figured it would be fruitless anyway. Even if they had to burn the place to the ground first, they’d find her, but for now, Hector wandered, attempting to look like a casual visitor.

 

[joshuadim]

SAJEEM

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi, Noa, Ryoma

FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING

As the remaining Phoenixes involved went to their next destination, with directions easily found through a quick search online or through asking directions nearby, they would come across Hyperstar. The club itself was almost tacky in appearance, meant to draw eyes from flashy appearance as a large neon sign was plastered out front above its doors. A cacophony of colors lined its exterior walls as well, making it an eyesore to those who had any idea of architectural design and decor. However, unlike the usual going abouts of such a place there was a large crowd gathered outside, clamoring as they witnessed the aftermath of something devastating. Windows were shattered, the doors were kicked in, and the business seemed thoroughly trashed as its owner, a flashily dressed man who wore a golden scale suit, pant and shoe combo to display some aura of feigned wealth along with oversized shades for an added aura of "coolness", stood outside shouting at bystanders.

When Ryoma and Noa arrived at the scene they would witness that. despite how tacky he looked, his attitude was angry as he shouted at the crowd: "What!? Never seen a business attacked before!? Get walking!" He shouted in annoyance with a thick Samaran accent. "You have better things to do than gawk at a man while he's down!" A few people in the crowd were taking videos on their phones, further adding to his anger as he shook a fist at them and cursed at them in his native language. At one point, he even threatened to bring a broom out and start whacking people, but when his gaze fell upon the two phoenixes his demeanor visibly shifted as he stiffened and straightened his tie.

"Oh great... just what I needed." the sleazy businessman then muttered under his breath before motioning his head for them to approach as he went over to the busted open doorway and leaned on its frame, waiting for their arrival.

On their approach he spoke up, "What can I do for you, friends? As you can see my hospitality is... indisposed currently."

Interacting: Ryoma ( Stros ), Noa ( Peckinou )

 

[gxxberkit]

TENEBROSITY

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Filth in the Gutter]

LOCATION:

Lab Icarus, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

5 million bajillion people

The Filth in the Gutter

The heavy door swung open easily, and Ten was immediately met with the bright glare of the sun and the fire in their face. They squeezed their eyes tight, feeling their face burn. Not from the fire itself, but from the light it gave off.

It was so warm outside.

It felt as if the sun cupped its hands on Ten’s face. It was a tender embrace. It was beautiful.

Familiar rashes quickly started to form, blisters bubbling under the skin around their eyes. They were burning alive, but all they could focus on was the comforting heat.

That was until their phone chimed, the familiar ringtone they associated with Darius ringing through the air. They were immediately taken out of the trance, spinning around to face the door they came from.

They answered the call, putting their phone up to their covered ear, but the phone call ended almost as fast as it began. A sigh escaped the shadowling as they almost immediately returned their phone to their pocket. With a shake of their head, they pushed open the door. This was a stupid idea.

They found their own way through the lab, to the closest set of stairs that lead down. A hand grabbed onto the railing, sliding with them as they stepped.

Downward, they marched to meet Darius.

mentions WhiskeyMarten

 

[Nobody Special]

VULKEN BECKMAN

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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, Soren, Vulken, Varoslav, Yong-Yut

CURRENT STAGE:

2 (Current Temp: 1,500°F / 815.6°C)

THE DRAGON AND THE PHOENIX

In an instant, the area grew hot.

Vulken had managed to reach the second stage of his potential faster than he ever had before. Perhaps it was a result of the vigorous training he had put himself and his brother through over the past few months– or maybe it was just a deep-rooted rage finally boiling over after being poked at one too many times.

He was annoyed. Incandescent. And the war cries, clashing of fists and loss of all vision wasn’t helping his temper at all. Worst of all, Lyric seemed to be the one misbehaving, after specifically ordering him-- seemingly only him to keep quiet and not cause any trouble.

Everyone else gets to fuckin’ act out, but I gotta sit here with my hands in my fuckin’ pockets like some kinda good boy?

The leash that Lyric had fixed around his neck slowly began to tear. He felt his blood heating up, his eyebrows furrowing, a frustrated scowl slowly replacing his previously neutral expression.

Fuck this.

A loud thundering sound could be heard from above the riot. It crackled around for a few more seconds, before Vulken raised his face at the pitch-black ceiling above him and opened his mouth to address everyone.

“CUT IT THE FUUUCK OUT, ALL OF YOU!!”

He roared loud enough for all to hopefully come back to their senses and obey his command. Even if they didn’t, he was already on the move to find his first target. Between her loud battle cries, and him being able to feel her location within his heat waves, Vulken effortlessly shoved past multiple unidentified shadow-clad gang members and shot his hand forward to grab Helva by the collar of her shirt and lift her up into the air before the blazing kick of who he assumed was a Dragon could land on her.

In an attempt to knock both him and Mr-Gold-Chair back to their senses, a violent plume of heat erupted from the ground to divide the two duos as a warning to stay the fuck back. Once his message had (hopefully) been made clear, he turned his head in Helva’s direction.

“Call it off, all of it. NOW.”

Everyone had better get a fucking hold of themselves, and they’d better do it quickly. If he didn’t get to have his fun, nobody did.

Things were about to get reeeaaaal fuckin' civil up in this bitch.

Peckinou

 

[Peckinou]

Helva Linxal

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SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Isaiah @Lucem , Kanna @FabulousTrash , Maho @The Suspicious Eye , Meirin QuirkyAngel , Rin EmperorsChosen , Shen Elenion Aura , Kaede @Sei Shonagon , Vulken Nobody Special , Yong-Yut gxxberkit .

The Dragon and the Phoenix

Helvas shadows were, fast and precise with their attacks against the Golden Dragon boy, each strike down for a reason, the gold dust he had sent out against her was mostly blocked by their shadows. She didn't know what would happen if they did manage to reach her, but she really didn't care to find out, she wanted to remove the Dragons greatest assets, and each second wasted on him, was another second wasted on not helping the other Phoenixes take out a Dragon, she wanted to end the fight as quickly and effectively as possible. The Dragons little complaint about her not liking him only served as to annoy her, as she let out a monstrous roar in response, she didn't care about him, he was simply a enemy and a valuable asset that made getting rid of him benificial. For a moment though Helva noticed a being in the sky, her eyes being able to easily pierce through the vail of darkness, and notice the Dragon King taking Lyric away from their original fighting spot. But Helva wasn't able to think about it tool long before having to deal witha a wave of the golden dust, her shadow attacks increased intensely, not giving the golden boy time to even think too much and just before she was able to land a fatal blow onto the Dragon boy she was a kicked in the back of the head, by the some Dragon she saw singing a while back, she was annoyed that he managed to get past Skadis guard, they did this thousands of times before, though she supposed not on a large scale battle, and the fact she had to give orders to help Phoenixs navigate the field may of led to her being a bit distracted. But non the less Helva back pedaled to the right to get the two Dragons into their field of vision, with Skadi following up to move right behind her mumbling "Apologies." Helva sighed but forgave her pretty quickly, before letting out a growl and sending waves of Shadows towards the Dragon pair.

But the fight didn't last long before she could feel a wave of heat, hit her, Vulken, she was sure of it, then the boom of his voice caused her and Skadi to wince a bit, but Helva continued to unleash Shadow after Shadow upon her two Dragon oppositions. Just when the Monkey like Dragon could try to hit her, Vulken had grabbed her by the collar of her shadow armor that covered her body and shot up into the air. A wave of confusion hit her, as the heat Vulken was producing made her increasingly hot, but she remained steadfast, and allowed her Shadow armor to retract, her eyes glowing green signifying she was fused to Hiyma so that Vulken could see hopefully a glimpse of her face, considering the Darkness made it really difficult to see a thing, unless the person was her or Skadi. Helva said one thing at first when Vulken demanded her to call off the attack, "Recover." it was a order to her Sponseree Skadi to retreat back, use the cover of darkness to hide and avoid any engagements for a moment, it resulted in no more orders being given out, resulting in both sides now having a hard time in the darkness for just a moment. But Helva focus went to Vulken as they then went on to talk to him in a calm voice, "Alright Draken , Lyirc is currently fighting the Dragon King, you do understand that right? It is our duty to assist and help Lyirc when they engage a enemy gang and you know gosh dam well that i would gladly die fighting for Lyrics cause to help further her goals, and I know you are all buddy buddy with a few of those Dragons." Helva couldn't help but sneer a bit as she said that but continued on "Listen I don't know what happened in the meeting room, and frankly i don't really care, all i know is that we need to kill all these Dragons here, and then go help Lyric take out the Dragon King. If your concerned about your little Dragon Friends, then you should of known those relationships wouldn't have worked out the minute they became Dragons." As Helva she began sweating more intensely being so close to Vulken, it when he was using his potential like this, it was worrying, she had fought fire potential users before, heck one of her older sisters had a potential that utilized fire. Yet she never won a single fight against her older sister, because it was a bad match, Vulken would be a hard person to beat as well, he was more experienced than her and she was somewhat at a disadvantage against him potential wise, though Helva had the dark vail advantage so it could be a more even chance of beating him if the really wanted to.

But instead of trying to fight Vulken Helva simply kept finished off with saying "You got a few choices here Draken , you can choose the hoes before bros route , or family i guess and just kill me here and now, betraying your Phoenix family just for a few dragon girls, which i highly doubt you will do since your pretty much like a annoying older brother to me or you can either go Help out Lyric by either getting her back to the South or assist her in fighting the Dragon King, or 3rd option here, you could help us kill the Dragons here, so that we can all focus on getting to Lyric and taking down their king all together, your call."

 

[Nobody Special]

THE VENOM HOUSE

SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Faceless Fox]

LOCATION:

North District

THE FACELESS FOX

“Hoffman,”

Wagner’s body shot up at least 5 inches in the air as he was ripped out of his thoughts by an unfamiliar voice calling to him at his table. Bulbous eyes quickly locked onto the monochrome man who had invited himself to the seat directly next to him. The mentioning of foxes made his intentions as clear as day: he was here for Inari’s payment.

“I–I…” His pitiful attempt at a response drifted away into the noise of the bar as fast as it had begun.

The world around him began to spin in tandem with the man’s comment about his relationship with Serpent drugs. His body was craving more at that moment, and punishing him for not indulging in these new, unnatural needs. The torturous mix of fear and withdrawal caused beads of sweat to drip down his forehead, and the pace of his breathing picked up significantly.

He continued to face the debt collector. As average as the man looked, something told Wagner that he still wouldn’t be able to take him on. His impractical potential wasn’t suitable for combat, and he wasn’t exactly the toughest brawler out there. But, this man…

…Judging off the ice-cold look in his eyes alone, Wagner could tell that he’d seen his fair share of victories in battle.

“You… I… Th-This…”

Those dreams of standing up for himself slowly began to drift away, like an Amestrian Yen Note flying away in the wind. Why? Why couldn’t he act on his desires, after being granted the confrontation he had called for mere seconds earlier? Didn’t he want to be freed from the binding chains of that cunning fox? Didn’t he want to be seen as useful by his fellow Serpents– nothing more, nothing less?

Then do something, you fucking pussy!

With clammy, trembling hands, Wagner reached for the envelope.

We’re done with this shit, ain’t we?!

His palm wrapped around it, the paper immediately softening from the sweat that had come into contact with it.

Are you not a man? Stop feelin’ sorry for yourself! Quit bein’ such a sniveling bitch, throw your past mistakes behind you, and FUCKING ACT!

At that moment, a fist slammed onto the wooden table, splintering it and knocking the glass that was on it down to the ground with a loud crash. Heads immediately started turning to face the direction of the noise. The envelope remained on Wagner’s person, and he was now standing with clenched fists, breathing even heavier than he was earlier.

Everyone’s lookin’ at me…

“Woah, Wagner. The fuck?”

“You alright, dude?”

“‘Yer payin’ ‘fer that table, ya twitchy fuck!”

Yeah… Everyone’s got my back…!!

The bar remained quiet for a few more seconds– the silence being broken only by the raspy inhaling and exhaling coming from Wagner’s nostrils.

“I… I-I…”

There ya go! You can do this, Wagner!

With one last deep breath, Wagner’s voice boomed throughout the entire bar, index finger pointed straight at the scary-eyed man’s face.

“I AIN’T SELLIN’ SHI-SH–SHIT ‘FER YOU TIGER PRICKS! GET THE FUCK OUTTA OUR B-BAR, ASSHOLE!”

ALRIGHT! Wagner internally cheered to himself, as he bolted up the bar’s steps and out of the closest window onto a nearby rooftop, failing to realize that the envelope he refused to hand over had fallen out of his pocket and in front of his nameless collector the moment he jumped over the now broken table to escape. I FINALLY DID IT! I’M STRONG!

Now, all eyes were on Dante. And boy, if eyes were daggers…

The clamoring began. A multitude of angry grumbles and growls began emitting from the Serpents in the bar, but a certain one took an immediate precedence over the others.

A pair of boots could be seen slowly sauntering closer to Dante-- pushing past the growing crowd of angry bargoers before stopping directly in front of the stairway to prevent a chase.

Before him stood a young woman, with burgundy hair and sharp brown eyes. She smelled of alcohol, cigarettes, gunpowder, and-- what was probably the worst smell of them all-- blood.

No... it was worse than blood.

She reeked of death.

She still held her glass of cheap whiskey in her hand, and nonchalantly gulped the rest of it down before sizing the supposed tiger up with her eyes.

"Well, Well..." She spoke, reaching over to a nearby table and grabbing a bottle of the same whiskey from one of her fellow bargoers (which prompted an annoyed 'Hey!'). "Looks like a little kitty got lost from his litter, boys!"

Her announcement initiated a moment of violent, intimidating shouting to come from the crowd, as they now formed a half-circle around Dante and the broken table in front of him.

A vicious, cocky grin grew on her face as she poured herself a full glass from the other patron's bottle. As soon as her glass was fully topped off, she poured the remainder of the liquor onto the ground before Dante, leaving a sepia puddle in front of him. Then, she threw the bottle down, resulting in dozens of tiny pieces of dark brown glass flying all over the place.

"What do we do to cats who lose their way, boys?"

Immediately, the crowd's volume rose once again to respond to the question in perfect unison as if it had been asked a thousand times.

"WE TEACH 'EM A FUCKIN' LESSON!"

Cheering began to erupt from the group surrounding them, and if it wasn't already obvious, it would soon become apparent to Dante that this group of spectators was also doubling as an impenetrable arena barrier.

The tattooed woman let out a loud, hearty laugh, before downing her freshly-filled glass and adding it to the scattered array of broken glass shards on the floor.

"Damn STRAIGHT!"

With both hands now free, she positioned her thumb and pointer finger into the shape of a finger-gun, and aimed it at the puddle of whiskey at Dante's feet. A strange whirrrr could briefly be heard, before some sort of projectile seemingly shot out of her finger and into the alcohol, igniting it and creating a bright flame directly in front of him.

"Get the hell up already. I'm gettin' bored, Tiger shitstain. I'll teach 'ya to fuck with Wagner, or any 'a us 'fer that matter."

Spoiler: Scarlett K. Abarca

• MAIN PROFILE
• POTENTIALITY

• SABLE SERPENTS

  SCAR

  SCARLETT ABARCA

  LEGAL NAME

  Scarlett K. Abarca

  AGE & BIRTH

  25

  ALIAS

  Scar

  GENDER

  Female

  HEIGHT | WEIGHT

  5'5" (165 cm) | 125 lb (56 kg)

  GANG & RANK

  Veteran of the Sable Serpents

  ACTIVE SINCE

  

  REPUTATION

  Scary Lady

  Home District

  North District

  GENERAL DESCRIPTION

  Look at her picture. Isn't she pretty?

  PERSONALITY

  Scarlett is very impulsive and bloodthirsty, taking any reason she can to fight someone. She truly lives to spill blood and do things her way.
  
• POTENTIALITY PROFILE

  ARSENAL

  SCARLETT'S POTENTIAL • ARSENAL

  PRIMARY CLASS

  IRREGULAR

  SECONDARY CLASS

  CHIMERIC

  OTHER NAMES

  Walking Armory, Living Weapon

  POTENTIALITY DESCRIPTION

  Scarlett's body is a weapon. She can willingly remove limbs and use them as weapons (she can take her hand off and use it as a grenade-- hand grenade, get it?), and she has various gun barrels, blades, and explosives scattered throughout her body. If she takes a limb off, it takes half an hour for it to grow back.

Haze-

 

[azenva]

Kazue Kaneko

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 3, Scene 3 [Ripples of Stardust]

LOCATION:

Zhànzhēng Resort, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hifumi, Hiram, Kazue, Omar, Ottilie

Ripples of Stardust

That “poor woman” through the glass (she probably wasn’t an intern but she had the acting chops to seem like it. Maybe some kind of threat of death helped—wait, that’s a normal day in New Oasis) was interrupted by a horrifying scene. For the kiddos. Nothing but a normal Tuesday at the office for the somehow now oldest person on the scene. With a splat and a crunch, two went down like a scene from a cartoon. An especially grisly, fakeout “it’s animated so it’s for kids” cartoon. At least the totally-an-employee-definitely-not-a-planted-agent-person was alive. Maybe gently persuade them into spilling some truth later?

We now take a dive into the insane mental ramblings of someone who plays Operation Dewpoint.

Severe, likely unrecoverable injury to the torso. Twice. Very elegant. Very subtle. Very cool, new person. Thank you. And you wanted to interrogate them? Brilliant maneuver, crushing them under tons of concrete. Truly, the East is in good hands.

Those guys are terrorists (?)…there was something about that a few months ago with that cannon. Is this guy related—Wait, no, different animals. These terrorists really love their cool names. Should I heal them so we can actually talk to them instead of leaving them like…this? OK, that’s a yes. Wait, do they have a bomb on them? No, they would have had some kind of dead man’s switch and it would have gone off. Would it be time-delay? Did it go off already? Can this guy even be brought back? Can regeneration work on a can of tomato soup?
Yeah, that lead was probably gone.
Maybe if she tried to use her Potential, she would create some twisted homunculus, a creature more dead than alive, like in some cheap horror flick…
Let’s give it a go.

“Yeah, I’m the healer. Critical condition’s a bit of an understatement, in my professional medical opinion. You want to interrogate these guys? If I can even fix up what happened to them, I can give my Potential a shot.” Jogging the short distance to the block, Kazue grabbed the sides and with a deep breath, lifted it off, revealing the crushed bodies underneath. An appetizing sight, truly. She set up a field of healing and grabbed the two, repositioning them for marginally better recovery. The process of helping these wounded came naturally. Finally, something she could help with.

Job finished, she stood back and waited. Now unoccupied, she could finally comprehend what the exact wording of Hifumi’s speech implied.

Was Kazue, of all people, the most veteran presence here?

Maybe some backup would be nice.

 

[Nobody Special]

BOLT TRANSPORT WAREHOUSE

SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Faceless Fox]

LOCATION:

East District

THE FACELESS FOX

The man put up a pitiful struggle when Pablo snatched the envelope, attempting to keep his grip around it until his eyes landed on the brawny, vantablack canine that glared at him from behind the slim legs of his female partner. Only then did he give up, releasing the envelope with an annoyed grunt.

“Bastard…!!”

His fists remained clenched, but it was obvious that he wouldn’t do anything rash. An NP like himself had no place getting into physical fights with gang members. Especially ones wearing expensive suits with buff-ass dogs working for them.

Before he could yell at Pablo some more, the gentle, more soft-spoken woman spoke up. Her words and apologies seemed sincere, but it wasn’t enough to quell the anger that had been building up inside of him since the moment Feng Ma had placed the envelope in his hand and tasked him with delivering it to the hands of these… monsters.

Just as he was about to halfheartedly accept the red-eyed woman’s ‘apology’, her request to see his employer sparked another fiery outburst from him.

“Hell no! Not in a thousand years!” He growled, being cautious not to come off as too aggressive, lest Cujo behind her decided to take one of his legs as a snack to chew on.

“Besides, he isn’t here. He’s never here on your stupid fucking collection days. And even if he was, I wouldn’t let you guys talk to him for as long as I live.”

He reached for the door to the warehouse and turned the knob, stepping inside before spitting one more venom-covered insult at the two.

“You knee-breaking assholes are gonna get what's fucking coming to you. Just you wait!”

The door slammed behind him, and the click of the lock made it clear that they were now completely cut off from the inside of the warehouse.

Meanwhile, on the roof of a building close to the warehouse, a pair of round, green eyes watched the two (or three, if you included Pit.). More specifically, the envelope that was now in Pablo’s hand.

“Mmm, looks like Chunhua’s suspicions were right. Her daddy really is in some serious trouble…”

A light giggle came from the roof, and then the sound of metal making contact with brick.

“Well, I promised her I’d make things right, didn’t I? I mean, what kinda friend would I be if I didn’t put a stop to this, like, right now?”

Then, suddenly, a loud BOOM, similar to the firing of a gun, roared through the lot, and a round object was sent flying straight towards Pablo’s hand, whizzing through the air as it did so. As it came soaring in closer and closer at a dangerous speed, its shape wasn’t that of a bullet, or a missile, or anything else that should have produced a sound that thunderous.

Instead, it was…

… A baseball?

First Rose Peckinou

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Passeri Park

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]

LOCATION:

Heavenly Beast Plaza, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Wren, Elias, Kenji, Passeri, Isobel, Ezra

Where Giants Sleep

Passeri descended the stairs last. She could feel her heel sting with each step, a tingling pain growing in tandem with her descent, and the muffed hymn of voices from below. A hint of worry sat at the back of her mind, planted by Elias's presumably faux show of concern, but it was kept in check by the altogether more pressing concern. Rows of hooded men and women joined in some sort of religious ceremony within an ancient, obscure crypt.

What in the world had they stumbled into?

Passeri's mind raced, combing through a myriad of possibilities, painting the hooded crowd as everything from a set of deluded lunatics to some sort of secret Illuminati. Her mind addled by rampant thought, and something else as of yet unseen, a figure descended unseen, snatching both her and Isobel up in a set of overgrown, avian claws. Her blood went cold, and her vision turned to a blur of grey and flickering blue fire, her construct's fuchsia light left behind on the balcony above. A surprised yelp escaped her, echoing throughout the cavernous space, before she was dumped to the floor in what must've been the only act within these chambers that was without ceremony.

"Funny definition of friend that you've got if it includes a welcome like that." Words spilt cleanly from Passeri's lips as she collected herself from the cold tomb floor. Her vision swam, and her mind was dazed by the fall, but speaking under duress was a skill she'd long since mastered.

"You know, grandiose speeches like that are usually my thing!" She spoke again once the woman had finished. She'd listened to her words with intent, and even now she was struggling to parse any amount of reason from the fanatical nonsense that the speech had amounted to. If not for the obvious touch of the clandestine that these ruins had been soaked with, she would've already dismissed them as little more than a band of lunatics, but even if it was by the way of resources alone, it was clear that they were more than that.

In fact, the scenario in which they were just well-equipped cultists was probably the worst one.

"But you're pretty good at it too! I'm sure your Sleeper's super happy with the PR you're doing for h-" She started, speaking words laden with the intent to pacify the group as best she could. They'd stumbled into something here, and as far as she was concerned, it was in their best interest to stumble back out of it as soon as they could. Until they'd regrouped at the very least. She spoke brightly, intending to pry open a way out as swiftly as she could, but her words were quickly snatched from her throat.

Cloth shifted and metal glinted. A glut of fresh, vermilion spilt across the grey, stone tomb. Passeri's eyes went wide, and she stumbled back in surprise. Worse yet, her vision twisted, and the next thing she knew, she'd careened back, only just barely catching herself on the edge of one of the smaller caskets that surrounded the red-stained one in the center.

"W-what the..." She mumbled, squinting as she attempted to gather what had just happened through the steadily twisting tides that were sweeping through her field of view. There were two puzzles that needed piecing together, one much simpler than another. She'd been trying to ignore it, continuing to do so would've been daft. Her body flushed hot, her vision was swimming, and her legs felt like they were trying to vanish from under her. Her stomach dropped.

Something had been in that dart. Poison or drugs, she wasn't sure which, but it hardly mattered. A flutter of panic, raw and involuntary started to beat in her chest.

"What the hell is going on here?" She struggled to straighten herself, only to be jolted about again by a low rumble which ran through the earth. Talk about things going from zero to one hundred. She could hear Elias prattling about something above, and the cultist shuffling about esoterically around the room, but it was hard to fix her mind on either. Twin snakes of panic and poison coiled around her, forcing her mind to focus on whatever invasive toxin that was running through her veins.

"H-hey, Miss?" Passeri spoke as brightly as she could, forcing what words she could through her mounting internal crisis. The youngest Knight wasn't here, so this band of lunatics was her only chance at the moment, as loath as she was to ask for help from the people who had just done... That.

"Don't suppose those traps upstairs were yours, were they?" She forced on a strained smile. "If we're friends, then you wouldn't have something to deal with them, would you? I'm feeling a bit..." She stumbled, her arm faltering underneath her weight. This time, though, it was on purpose. "B-bit under the weather!"

Internally, Passeri grimaced. If the other three wanted to turn up, now would've been the time.

Spoiler: Tags

Interacted with: Saturn_moon QuirkyAngel
General:@Kyuubey Stros @Lucem

 

[Elenion Aura]

MINATO MAEDA

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 4 [Puzzling Directions]

LOCATION:

Little Wet Day Café, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Kiwi, Matsuda, Minato

PUZZLING DIRECTIONS

As the dog led them to a seemingly mundane section of the library, Minato reached out on instinct to give the Goodest Boi some nice head scritches... Only for his hand to freeze midway through, as if it were recalling some far-begotten impropriety, and so settled for shooting the dog an enthusiastic thumbs up, instead.

”Nice goin, boy!” Minato exclaimed at full volume, eliciting a flurry of 'hushes' and 'shushes' from every corner of the library. He threw up a hand in apology to the masses before turning his mind back to the task at hand. Books. Books... He read their titles with muted disinterest—he'd never been much of a reader. None of the titles sounded familiar, not like anything he'd heard of before.

Remembering they were on a 'spy' mission—whether that was wholely true was another matter entirely—Minato came to the conclusion that it may not be the books themselves, but what was in them. Without delay, where once there was one, now stood ten. Cramped shoulder to shoulder, with poor Matsuda among them, the Minatos fought and scraped to get their hands on the spines of one of the ten books available. Once they were all accounted for, the platoon began to flip furiously through pages, in the hopes that something of value might drop out.

Spoiler: Tags

gxxberkit
Caffeine_Obsessed

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Guinevere Blank

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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

"Ah!" Guinevere's eyebrows hopped in surprise. Whatever fetters had held onto the reigns of the wandering dead were cast to the wind, and the shambling horde lurched forward. The fascination in Guinevere's eyes only deepened at the sight, but she wasn't quite mad enough to be fully absorbed by it.

She hopped back from the incoming dead, graciously placing the White Wolf's pack between herself and the danger. She was off-duty, so she'd come unarmed, and she was hardly what anyone would describe as a martial artist. Within the NOPD, she existed as an investigator first and foremost, matters of violence such as this were best left to her associates, but in their absence, she supposed that a killing machine and a cowboy would do.

"Feeling under the weather?" She chimed, dancing to Roland's side. Perception, she liked to think, was one of her finer talents, and it didn't require much of it to notice that the dead's leash had been released as he'd fallen silent.

"Are you two familiar?" She turned to Charmy. "He's not got a history of this sort of thing, does he? Pre or Post Mortem. Slavering dead or no?" Despite the situation, she still spoke with a gentle air. "If you've got any advice about the subjects, I'd appreciate it if you shared~"

"And if not..." She turned back to Roland, and an invisible light gathered around her fingertip. "Then I'd like to give something a try~" Her finger swished, possessed as much with whimsy as it was her Potential, and then with a swift tap to his forehead, injected its esoteric energies into his body. Whether actually did anything or not, she wasn't too concerned, there was always Plan B after all. She just couldn't help but want to try.

A ghost born of the thinking dead? It would've been nothing short of cruelty to expect her to contain herself.

Spoiler: Tags

Interacted With: Elenion Aura @BluEndings
General:@simj26@Chaos Gallant

 

[Elenion Aura]

MILO NAGISA

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SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Jackson

THE HOTEL BETWIX

Based on what he knew of her—Passeri Park, Iroi—Milo shouldn't have been very surprised by all the theatrics. The voice that was barely audible over the many layers of distortion. The dramatic lights. The set itself. He thought it was all rather extravagant. And for what, exactly? A daytime TV spot wedged between ads for pharmaceuticals..? Then again, maybe that was who she was? After all she was a performer. An entertainer. An illusion. She was also, perhaps, a valuable person to know... From what little he knew of her, Milo thought she might have been like him. A little. Or was that presumptuous? Was he like her? Was that presumptuous? He didn't know, didn't care. All he knew, as the floor slid from underneath him—was that these theatrics were getting old. His hands scrabbled in vain for purchase along the smooth floor of the hall as he fell down, down, down into the dark.

"Oof!.. Oh." The Oof! was for the landing. The Oh. was him realizing that it wasn't that bad to fall, sometimes. Especially when there's a plush cushion waiting for you at the bottom. He pressed a finger into the pillow-like material and wondered what it was made of? Down? Foam? Something else? He wondered at the way the harsh lighting of his new locales danced along the cushion's amorphous surface, the way the material molded to accomodate the shape of his legs... He'd better get a move on.

Standing and dusting himself off, Milo approached the chattering woman flanked by four more doors. His heart sank a little, feeling like he'd never get out of here at this rate. By now who knows what had happened to the raiding Phoenixes. Gritting his teeth, Milo pressed ahead, ready and willing to forge his own path through this maze if needs be. After all, thought it might've looked foreboding, what was a few layers of drywall and plaster to someone like him? Though, maybe there was still time to hope for a diplomatic solution. Despite her line reading, the woman who now sat before him looked... Reasonable enough. He did as he was bid and sat where she told him, but cut her off as soon as it was possible to do so.

"Please," he began, leaning forward on his stool. "I know you're probably just doing your job, but please understand: I need to get through this as quick as possible." He paused as his mind worked out the best way to say the next part. "My friend, I think he might be in trouble. Real trouble," Milo emphasized the 'real' as if to remind this woman that what she was peddling was a fantasy, a farce, a fabrication. "I get it if you can't let me out, just... Please, tell me which door leads to the exit."

He refused her offer of candy. Why would he accept candy from a stranger?

Spoiler: Tags

The One Eyed Bandit

The Regal Rper
Anne Boolean

BriiAngelic

 

[Stros]

Ryoma Matsuno

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Noa, Sajeem

FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING

It had been about a twenty minute drive by cab, or "uber" as they were called these days, for Ryoma to arrive outside of the night club known as Hyperstar. Along the way, he had talked briefly with Cotorra to find out what she knew about the establishment. Unfortunately, she couldn't provide him with much as not only had the club been a recent addition to South District, but the woman already had her hands full with the events going on elsewhere that day. In short, the club was getting a reputation due to its flashy exterior and its pandering to the karaoke scene. Cotorra couldn't offer Ryoma anymore details as she hurriedly ended the call before Ryoma could even express his thanks. As his phone switched to his call history with the most recent call ended, he could understand her frustration.

Thanking his somewhat nervous cab driver, Ryoma stepped out into the street near the growing crowd outside of Hyperstar. Looking down the paved lane, on the other side of the road he could plainly see Noa's limousine. She and her bodyguard were standing outside of the eye catching vehicle, seemingly having been waiting for Ryoma to show up. Crossing the street, he lazily waved to them as he got closer.

"This seems like the place. ... Can't imagine it being run by a Tiger though."

From Ryoma's experiences in West District, the place lacked far too much class and refinement to be something operated by the well known gang. The Tiger's had money, and liked for you to know that fact, but they also had enough self respect to not dress like fools. At least, that's what Ryoma could remember at any rate. He hadn't paid too much attention to their style and manner of business the last time he had thrown hands with the gang and destroyed a good chunk of said businesses in the process. It had all become a blur of fists, blows, and faces with the passage of time. Putting that aside, he made the first gesture to proceed with a turn of his head in the direction of club owner. It was difficult not to notice him after all.

At the mention of "friends" Ryoma subconsciously suppressed the urge to punch the man, but was glad to hear they were on the right track. If the man recognized Phoenixes as "friends" it probably meant that Hitoshi was a regular. Though, with a shift of Ryoma's gaze toward the current state of the place, it did little to add to that reassurance of his.

"Yeah. Looks like someone offered you their own hospitality." He commented in response to Sajeem's greeting, while inspecting the damage from afar.

"We're just looking for our friend. Was hoping you might know where he is."

Keeping his words vague, Ryoma wasn't sure how much the man would end up knowing about the whereabouts of Hitoshi. The possibility existed that he was even in on the man's disappearance, so it benefited them to let the owner lead them on with the questions. Ryoma after all had no way of knowing whether or not Hitoshi went by his legal name or used his alias here.

When someone was being roped along by their addictions, it was anyone's guess what they would do. However, if there was money to be made it wasn't any surprise they would be taken advantage of to keep their addiction going.

Interactions: Noa ( Peckinou )
Mentions: Cotorra ( Roda the Red }

 

[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

“Okay seriously, cut it off. Your bitching is getting pretty intolerable. No one did shit to you so just chill in the corner and me ‘n Flo will get this done.”

He took another look at Flo’s hint and started to slot in the piece he assumed would connect it to his own as Flo took over on the side with her own. He couldn’t wait to be out of here, he couldn’t imagine Flo was enjoying it much more than he was.

It took a bit but the two were able to get a groove going. There was only one piece left to slot in but he had an idea, a mean one but not one undeserved. He hit the last lever into place and opened the door. He waited til Flo cleared it before hitting all of the levers rapidly. He stuffed their two clues into his pocket and pulled as hard as he could.

“You know, Jealousy pretty ugly on ya too. Don’t worry puberty will hit ya eventually.”

With that, he attempted to close the door behind him and trap Makoto alone and down two clues. If she really wanted to proceed then maybe she could have been a little less of a raging bitch to potential allies.

As soon as he managed to focus his attention back to the fact that he was trying to win this damn game he realized Flo managed to be separated from him.

“What’s with this damn game show of mazes. Geez, HEY ANNOUNCER MAN! WHERE THE HECK AM I GOING NEXT?”

Spoiler: Tags

General: The One Eyed Bandit

 

[Nobody Special]

CLUB CELESTIA

SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Faceless Fox]

LOCATION:

South District

THE FACELESS FOX

The rejection of his job offer– along with the almost pitiful offer to ‘put a good word in’ to the bastard who had him shackled down– were like deep stabs to Anthony Carbone’s pride. He gritted his teeth as she wrapped her fingers around the envelope and rose from her seat, eyes now fixed not on her body, but on the mahogany door that she was about to exit through.

I’m tryin’ to help you, and you’re gonna put a good word in ‘fer me…?

His free hand reached into a box of expensive cigars that sat on his desk, pulling one out and raising it to his lips. In an instant, the bartender took a step toward him, but he raised his hand to stop her, opting to light it himself.

“Yeah…” He uttered, a puff of smoke slowly drifting from his lips as the words left his mouth. “I ain’t worried ‘bout you. Not oooooneeee bit.”

As Ji-Young– er, ‘Pink’, turned the doorknob to leave, Anthony raised his voice once again, offering his rosy-cheeked patron one last set of parting words.

“Don’t worry about putin’ that good word in, though…”

When the door opened, Club Celestia was a shell of what it had been just minutes earlier. The customers who had been chatting and drinking their lives away were all gone, leaving nothing but empty seats and giving the place an eerily lifeless air. Even the guards who had granted Ji-Young entry to Anthony’s office had seemingly vanished into thin air.

However, there was a single filled seat on the main floor of the club. From Ji-Young's position at the office’s high balcony, she could see a gangly, pale man with dark hair and hair-raising orange eyes sitting on one of the expensive red couches directly below her, with a foot nonchalantly resting on the velvet cushioning.

He seemed to take little note of her arrival, eyes trailed off to the side and staring at nothing important. Still, his raspy, tired voice reverberated throughout the empty wooden walls of the lavish club.

“...Guess you’re the girl.”

Suddenly, the door behind Ji-Young slammed before she could even turn around. The foot that kicked it shut belonged to none other than Anthony, who, after maniacally laughing for a few seconds, pressed his forehead against the door to finish his sentence from earlier.

“I GOT A MUCH BETTER WAY OF GETTIN’ MY MESSAGE ACROSS IN MIND!! NOW DIE, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!”

Anthony’s crazed laughter could still be heard from behind the door, but there were more important things to focus on. Ji-Young was now trapped– with no other exits present but the large, closed doors behind this mysterious spindly man.

Slowly, he rose from his seated position, now standing tall before her.

“Sorry about this,” He murmured, eyes now locked on her as he raised his hand to awkwardly scratch his head. Around his arm was a loosely-tied set of bandages, revealing quick peeks of a crumbly, black material rather than human skin.

“... But my husband really wants to take the kids to Knightworld, so I had to pick up an extra job.”

YumenoTsukishiro

Spoiler: Intan "Gunboat" Hidayat

• MAIN PROFILE
• POTENTIALITY

• SCARLET PHOENIXES

  IBLIS BESI

  GUNBOAT HIDAYAT

  LEGAL NAME

  Intan "Gunboat" Hidayat

  AGE & BIRTH

  32

  ALIAS

  Iblis Besi - Iron Devil

  GENDER

  Male

  HEIGHT | WEIGHT

  6'05" (195 cm) | 220 lb (99.7 kg)

  GANG & RANK

  Veteran of the Scarlet Phoenixes

  ACTIVE SINCE

  Too damn long ago

  REPUTATION

  The handyman who'll take any job.

  Home District

  South District

  GENERAL DESCRIPTION

  Look at the picture

  PERSONALITY

  Intan is a quiet guy. He has a husband and two daughters to take care of, so he is notorious for taking any job, ranging from simple protection jobs like the one he's doing right now, to assassinations. He most frequently assists with Arms Deals, hence his alias, "Gunboat".
  
• POTENTIALITY PROFILE

  BLACK BLIZZARD

  GUNBOAT'S POTENTIAL • BLACK BLIZZARD

  PRIMARY CLASS

  ALCHEMIC

  SECONDARY CLASS

  N/A

  OTHER NAMES

  Iron Sand Manipulation

  POTENTIALITY DESCRIPTION

  Gunboat has the ability to manipulate iron sand-- a type of sand with heavy concentrations of iron. He lost most of his arm on a job, and he has replaced it with a replica composed entirely of iron sand. His ability is versatile, but he usually uses it to create a sword that vibrates at an extremely high frequency (allowing it to easily cut through most things in its way), or by just filling the area he's in with a cloud of sand and attacking with it.

 

[Saturn_moon]

Wither

SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]

LOCATION:

???

PARTICIPANTS:

Elias, Ezra, Isobel, Kenji, Passeri, Wren

Where Giants Sleep

Cold earth surrounds you. It is lightless save for the neon pink glow ahead illuminating part of the tunnels and the three figures within it. Three tigers. A man and two women. You keep close as the Priestess had instructed, hiding in the shadows although there isn't really a need. People hardly ever notice you and even if they did, it's not as if you're actually there.

One of the women, the petite one with shorter dark hair, pulls the group to a sudden stop and types something into her phone which she shares with the other two. All three turn to stare in your direction. A tingle of exhileration runs down your spine and you slowly inch into the light, almost begging them to notice you. As expected, they don't. How boring.

“Mole-people maybe?" The man responds with an air of nonchalence. "Even if they are watching, there’s not much we can do about it until they show themselves.”

Onwards they continue and the vision fades...

You're standing in a massive ballroom gilded in gold and draped in rich red velvets. On stage a woman belts out the lyrics to some sappy love song. What was her name? Linda? Laura? Luna? Whatever. She was someone important just like everyone else here. That's all the information you need to know. For a charity event, everything here feels incredibly self-indulgent and you wonder how much of the money people actually pay to be here end up going to the charities.

You catch a reflection of yourself in one of the many mirrors hanging around the room. Your long white hair has been pulled back into a chignon and you're wearing a strappy, figure hugging, silver silk gown. It's supposed to compliment the color of your hair. You absolutely hate it and begin to tug at the fabric.

"Stop fidgeting." A voice snaps. You look up and see a second reflection. A splitting image except her features are older and less defiant. "And stand up straight. People are watching."

Of course they were watching. They were always watching. It basically came packaged with your name. You sigh and do as your mother tells you to. After all, who are you to defy Beatrice Grant.

"Come, Araminta. There is work to be done."

You turn to check your reflection one last time but the mirror is gone.

You now stand in the middle of large circular stone room surrounded by people dressed in black robes. You recognize several faces. The Minister of Finance stands imposingly in the back with his hands resting on two golden hand scyths at his side. The CEO of the Webber Weapons Trade, and New Oasis' Head Archivist are also present, all are watching you with keen interest. Crowe, your mother's personal assistant and occasional fling, hovers in the rafters above.

Then there is your mother, standing in the center holding your hand gently in hers. She's pressing a handkerchief to your hand. It stings and you remember dragging the dagger across your palm moments before. "Bound by blood, you shall henceforth serve the Sleeper as one of his Stewards." The room breaks out in a polite applause and your mother pulls you close to press a kiss to your cheek. "You have done me proud." She whispers.

---

The young woman snatches her hand out of Elias' and he's thrown back into reality. "Watch your step." She hisses. All around they hear a hundred echos of her words. "Watchyourstepwatchyourstepwatchyourstep..." it repeats over and over like a dissonant choir.

QuirkyAngel ​

 

[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, markus

hunks in the city

celestine gave a small bow of her head when tri introduced markus to the rest of them, and then introduced... an invisible flying tiger. of course, it was invisible. she looked where tri had pointed, despite knowing she wouldn't be able to see anything because it was invisible, just as he said. perhaps this was a silly prank, but this markus guy seemed to be surprised by the fact that tri could see the tiger as well; it was probably unlikely both would be in on a prank like this.

it wasn't long before celeste noticed the crowd that had begun to gather around them. it had been mere moments since they had made contact with markus, did they really cause so much of a commotion that a crowd formed? celeste cringed at the sight of the strangers, eyes narrowing as she slowly moved closer to jozef and gently held onto the sleeve of his shirt. while sticking close to him was partly to make sure she could protect him if she needed to, it was also for her own comfort.

"a walk sounds delightful, but is discussing our feelings necessary?" celestine glanced over at tri, raising her voice so she could be heard more clearly, "surely there are other things we could talk about..."

she trailed off, realizing how whiny she must sound, and decided it would probably be best to shut up entirely. markus seemed like he might have a short temper, based on the ice that had begun to spiderweb through the asphalt at his feet it was clear he was more than ready for a fight. that was the last thing celeste wanted, so if she didn't talk she would be far less likely to get on anyone's nerves.

hopefully.

WhiskeyMarten Caffeine_Obsessed Damafaud Elenion Aura

 

[Damafaud]

DYNE ENJYRE

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenix Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]

LOCATION:

3rd Floor CDPD HQ, Upper Central District,

PARTICIPANTS:

Ashley, Oliver (NPC), Dyne, Boltius, Eric, Gideon, Inego, Roza, Tatsuya

TACTICAL MAYHEM

The windowless room spelt trouble. Dyne cursed her luck. Her Potential was not the type that could easily break walls, much less reinforced walls. Her reckless curiosity was putting her in danger. Her remaining option was to find an exit elsewhere, but that meant risking through the cross-fire... or maybe she should intervene?

Dyne turned on her heels, her glaze flickered between Ashley and Oliver. Both had their own complications if they caught wind of her identity. Phoenix wasn't the most amicable with Dragons at the moment, but the police wouldn't look too kindly at her either. She froze, her inexperience in combat showing its tail. Inigo's appearance made that decision for her.

Nothing.

She stood clear from the combat, awaiting further development. Her heart sunk when Ashley threw his baton. Phoenix or not, he was the only one stopping the police from focusing on her. Dyne raised one hand, ready to yank the captive away from Inigo- but Ashley was faster.

The floor crumbled. A sharp exclaim escaped Dyne as she hastily created a cradle to prevent her free fall, but panic and rabbles that showered destabilized her levitation, enough that she, in a desperate bid of composing herself, ended up on the second floor nonetheless.

"Ah, awful," Dyne muttered as she needed to consciously stop herself from checking her clothes. She sent her gaze around the room. The situation looked tilted toward the Phoenix temporarily. But with the injured in his hand, it was only time until the balance turned again.

No more room for hesitation. Dyne dug her heels into the floor. Her gaze tunneled on Oliver's left thigh. With a flick of her wrist, she created an intense attraction field between that thigh and the floor, pinning the weight of a car focused on a small, circular field the size of a tennis ball. The awkward point of attraction would force a weird kneel that made gathering force for an explosive escape difficult.

"Sorry, for the interruption, darling, but the hostage situation does leave a bad taste on my mouth," she spoke lightly at Oliver. "do kindly sit this one out."

She hoped the Phoenix was in a better shape than he looked.

Spoiler: Tags

Scene: @Doctor Llamabean @Lucem
Tag: Roda the Red Nobody Special @W I N T E R @Coyote Hart

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

MIRZA KARTAL

CS Link

SCENE:

Dragons Arc 3: Scene 3 [Ripples of Stardust]

LOCATION:

Zhànzhēng Resort? Boat?, East District?

PARTICIPANTS:

Nearby: Mirza
In Scene: Hifumi, Hiram, Kazue, Omar, Ottilie

RIPPLES OF STARDUST

A shame it had to come to this.

Mirza’s facial expression barely changed, only the furrowing of their brows indicating a shift in emotion as they prepared for… prepared for?

Oh.

---

Mirza’s eyes fluttered open to the sight of the floor beneath him, his stiff, aching body straightened up. He was leaning against something, a wall? That made sense- no, it doesn’t. Did he lose? Did they take him out? He couldn’t recall anything of the sort, but no sensation in his body indicated injury. Something did however indicate something more serious.

He couldn’t free his arms. They were chained to his body.

Shouldn’t have underestimated them. Should’ve waited for the others- Is he with me?

Mirza had already noticed he wasn’t alone, first craning his head to take stock of the people down beside him. All were bound like he was, none of them were his people. He looked up at the others in the room. A few were seated, acting far too casual under current circumstances. They looked like vacationers. Only one man stood by the door fit Mirza’s expectations. Masked.

He struggled to wrap his head around the whole thing. Prisoners and the masked man combined with normal folks dressed for the resort— Is this even the resort? — Almost like the place was double-booked and everyone was just… cool with it. Regardless, Mirza wasn’t about to remain chained like some sort of wild animal, and if they had an issue with it? He would hope they could come to an understanding. And so Mirza shifted his legs to a kneeling position and brought a foot up.

And then went back to his knees.

That swaying…

His first thought was that his head was more scrambled than he thought. Was he concussed? It felt like the room had moved entirely, like the rocking of a….

…Boat?

It felt like they were on a boat. Even after the revelation, Mirza didn’t attempt to regain his footing, but instead brought his chin up, staring down the masked man by the door. It seemed that they weren’t alone in this, the sounds of a nearby commotion reaching Mirza’s ears. If only he could reach a solution to get out of this mess, but it already seemed like he’d have to resort to less savoury measures. They didn’t seem to be amateurs at all.

“Hello?” His voice showed little discontent, perhaps a bit of impatience if anything, “Would you mind explaining what’s going on here?” No sign that the unnerving situation had rattled him at all.