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Oriens Academy [Phoenix Game]

Being as tired as she was, Rose didn't notice Azure coming towards her until he spoke. And even as he spoke, her mind was trying to drift off. "Hm? Oh, yeah. I've never been a fan of late nights or staying up. I guess I'm just a devoted fan of the sun." Rose covered her mouth, trying to stifle a yawn though failing miserably. She wanted to ask how Azure was doing too, however, by the time she was able to string the words in her mind, Miss Espinosa had already announced the plane's boarding.


Grabbing her bags, she boarded the plane, taking note of its . . . worn appearance. Great . . . they were going to die in a tin port-a-potty with wings . . . And Rose was so tired, she honestly didn't care. Possibly just a few minutes from straight passing out, any form of rest seemed like a good idea. She dragged herself to one of the closer seats, practically collapsing in it.


Sleep tugged on her eyes insistently. And even with the threat of rats and a snake and rope dance show, she wasn't strong enough to deny it, slowly drifting off until the sun appeared, as is her normal routine.


(Sorry for the crappy post but at least now I won't impede the progression . . . For now.)
 
Sadly for Rose, it was a Cargo Plane, which had no seats. However, she did manage to find a crate which had some soft material in it, which upon closer inspection would be used up blood bags. In her tired state, it must have been the most alluring section, and few would blame her.


Espinosa did another head count as she pulled out her phone, and sent a message to Francisco. "All the students are aboard now, ready for take off." Espinosa glanced around, "Cisco should be taking off soon, make sure you find a place that is nice and secure for take off." The ramp of the plane rose up and shut, with a loud hiss.


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From above, there was a crudely attached transmitter device in the back, which looked like it was recently installed. With a loud sputter it turned on, as a metallic voice, with quite a bit of static, was heard. "Welcome aboard! You can call me Cisco, though really you won't be talking to me during this. Heh, anyway, I will be piloting you all to your destination. We are going to arrive there at 3 A.M., but due to the magic of jet lag, it'll feel like Five P.M. to you all. I recommend finding a nice, and structurally sound place to be as we are taking off. Enjoy the flight."


The engines quickly rumbled, as the plane began speeding off on the ground, going forward. After a bit of that, the plane flew up, as the air pressure went into the ears of, well probably everyone on board as it got stuck, an annoying sensation to be sure. The various crates and barrels were not moving, as they were firmly secure. It was going to be a bit rough for the first part... As the force of lift off occurred. Though luckily, it was not all that long, before the plane stabilized and leveled off.
 
Lily shook her head as Anya offered her the rat. Lily still had much left to teach her, it seemed. Chief among these things being not to play with wild animals. It seemed as if the teacher was on her side as well- warning Anya to stay safe. Perhaps Lily had the wrong impression of Miss Espinosa. She did warm that Lamia outside, after all. The Alraune would have to re-evaluate.


Rolling her eyes at Robin's little self-important spiel, she unhinged her jaw and stuffed the whole of the rat in- swallowing it unceremoniously in a single gulp. She couldn't have the thing running around the plane and being a potential danger to Anya any more, after all.


As the creature was ripped apart alive by her digestive enzyme and had its proteins distributed throughout her body, she felt a slight tremor that soon passed. She didn't really know what it was, but she felt somehow taller.


And she was- by perhaps less than a tenth of a millimeter.


Once Rose got on, the plane lifted off the ground and they got going. Even though Anya said she wasn't tired, Lily knew better.


"You want to sleep in my vines, Anya?"
 
Anya rocked back and forth sleepily on her heels, considering what to do. Scrap metal probably didn't make a fun toy.


"Yes." she said, hugging her friend. "I'm dressed for it anyways."
 
Skyia just looked over towards Robin, Curtis, and the ref from the event yesterday, watching their little that was going on with them, watching a bit at the show Robin was doing, before trying to settle in, before seeing Lily swallow a rat. . . huh. . . somewhat wondered if she could do that, she is part snake after all.


She just held onto whatever was nearby as the plane lifted off, getting that weird feeling in her ears, a bit irritating, but she toughed it out until the plane began to level. She looked over and tried to ask. " Can we move around? " she tried calling out to Ms Espinosa


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Victor just sat idly listening to the hums of the machine as they were in the air, not really talking much, just keeping Jayus close in the meantime.
 
Espinosa was focusing on maintaining her position, as the plane was taking off, as soon as it leveled she shat down. As soon as she heard Skyia she nodded towards her, "Sure, just make sure not to mess with the scrap metal and other cargo on-board."
 
"..."


Azure watched as Rose's exhaustion carried off to what seemed to be the best place to sleep, and felt a little bad seeing it


-I feel a little bad for her, she really doesn't like being up.-


Azure's endured the plane's ascent as it caused the usual issues, until it passed all passed.


-Urg...-


Azure felt the side of his stomach for a bit...


-... I really hope being this high isn't going to provoke bleeding out of my wound... I bandaged it enough but...-


Azure winced a bit as well as grunted as he felt it. It wasn't anything major, it definately would sort itself out in time on its own. He pulled his hand off it.


-Looks like now is a bad time to give her the umbrella... I don't know if anyone really wants to be bothered wonder if I should just sleep...-


Azure went through his other bag and pulled out a somewhat thick plain blanket, and made himself a little area since he might end up sleeping


-Might as well for when I do sleep, I can just lay on it-


He put his backpack down on it to use as a pillow on the blanket and his other bag, ensuring that it wouldn't shift around.


-I can just clean it later, I have spares anyway-
 
Lily patted Anya's head gently as her vines began coiling around the little Neko.


"You don't have to act all tough in front of me, you know?" said Lily in a soft, quite tone conducive to sleep, "If you ever want a nap or a hug or something, I'm here. I like it, and I promise I won't tease you about it."


By now, Lily's vines had enveloped the girl and weaved into a sort of hammock that she lifted up horizontally. Another weaving of vines covered the top up like a blanket, and she brought the construction closer so that Anya could see her as she nodded off.


"Sleep tight, Anya," said Lily, smiling.
 
The air and ground shook from the passing subway train making its presence known to all. As Josue ascended from the from the not so dark depths of the metro and into the bustling metropolitan surface of the city. The casting shadows by the various towers was the first sight that greeted him. Cars and pedestrians in almost equal number moved almost in a mechanized way through the roads as he traveled away from the upscale business and commercial district.


As he traveled he could very well sense the presence of the nearby river that gave the area its life. However that was not exactly his destination. Rather he sought a slightly more calmer area of this city to burn time as well as make sure of his destination. As while he may be in the right country perhaps he is in the wrong region.


As he continued his journey the building and street style began to shift into something suitably more exotic and "rustic" as he ducked into a series of narrow alleyways and cobblestone streets. And into the refuge of a another cafe. This time the outside had a pinkish pastel color to the exterior and on the inside there was a couple of people and a TV or two perched from the walls blasting whatever in the native language while a radio blasting pop music from the kitchen melted into the background noise.


Sitting down on a table all by himself he then ordered a coffee and placed two drink orders; a Turkish coffee served hot with a small glass of water and tall ice cold glass of ruby hibiscus tea. Taking time to let his coffee cool before drinking it he opened up a book relating to the trip at hand. Much to his chagrin it seemed he had arrived in the wrong side of the country. As it was Luxor only a mere three hundred something miles away. However the siren song of old men and gaming had caught his attention; their game of choice being Backgammon.
 
Curtis slid back and forth as the plane brought itself to altitude, eventually stopping wedged headfirst between two of the larger crates.


"Mm- five more minutes..."
 
"Good night." Anya called, curling inside her vine-cocoon. The material was surprisingly well insulated, warming up like a sleeping bag. As it was almost four in the morning, Anya quickly found herself slipping off into slumber, wondering what fun Egypt would bring.


The last thing she thought before passing out was that she should get Lily to repeat that neat trick she did a minute ago.
 
One of the old men took the puff from the hookah, as he set it back, as the smoke puff rolled through the area. One of the other men held a small clay cup as he took a sip from it as he casually eyed another man who currently held the dice. His pieces were rather close to the end. The man who drank from the cup paused for a moment before he spoke, "Come now Urshu, make your roll." Urshu cracked a small smile, as the wrinkles were more noticeable over his withered face. He tossed the dice down, as he peered at them, "5-4". He proceeded to move the last of his pieces to the end of the board. The man who drank from the clay cup simply frowned as he slid over a small burlap bag. "I am afraid I will not be able to continue our game, I do not have more." He gave a nod to Urshu, "You won't be so lucky next time." With that he slowly pushed his seat out as he passed by Josue. 
Meanwhile, an Elf sat on a large chair that was covered in black leather, and was made from oak wood, in a large chamber room which was lit quite brightly with a variety of lanterns. Right next to him on his left was a Succubus. Just behind the Elf was a commissioned painting of the Elf, and on both sides of the hall were vast amounts of kegs. The room was filled with a large variety of species including Ogres, some Kitsunes, and other assorted creatures who were all dressed fairly loose tunics, and all of them had some sort of weapon on their person, ranging from sword, to axes, to guns, and other weaponry. Many of the crew were busy wiping the metal floor beneath them, sloshing their mops into simple metal buckets and cleaning the floors.


The Elf tapped the edge of his cutlass, which was sheathed and hanging on the right side of his belt, just above a water skin, with an incredibly disinterested look on his face, when suddenly a Goblin was quickly running through the chambers, and only slightly slipping on the newly mopped floor. The Goblin was sweating madly as he frantically waved towards the Elf. "Cap'n! Cap'n! WE FOUND HIM!" The Elf peered at the Goblin, "Fraan-cisco... The Traitor Navigator..." he said in a long and angry drawl. He stood up, and clenched his right hand, "He will pay for stealin' the Cache of Tortuga from me!"





The Elf was Captain Atticus Morris, a Notorious Sky Pirate who had a hefty bounty on his head, in his home nation of the Elven Kingdom, but was primarily wanted in the Beastmen and Shapeshifter Kingdoms. He was the Captain of the Plagued Siren, a Hybrid Air-ship which had the most noticeable feature of two black zeppelin balloons which were coated in red runes, and on the bow of the ship, a mermaid statue, which looked like one of the deep sea mermaids with gruesome looking claws, wildly thrown about hair, large eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth, the mouth held a large cannon inside of its mouth, which was used quite often. The sides of the ship contained a vast array of cannons. Between the Plagued Siren's balloons there was a noticeable Crow's Nest which, on top of the enclosed nest was a flag pole which currently did not have a flag running on it.


Captain Atticus stood at 6'3" and was dressed in a navy blue tailcoat, the shoulders of it had a dark golden shoulder patches on it with a bit of decorative strings coming down from it. He was also wearing a matching pair of pants and a black fishing boots. He was rather tan elf, which was noticeable of his Wood Elf heritage, and he had his light brown hair tied back into a pony tail. He glanced at the Goblin as he smirked, "Set course for the Traitor! I will find where he is hiding the Cache of Tortuga!" He dramatically pulled out his cutlass as he pointed it straight forward, as the light from the room glimmered on his wedding ring.


The Succubus, who stood at 5'9" flicked out her forked tongue as she moved towards Atticus and rubbed her fingers through his hair, her wedding ring now glimmering in the light. "Oh, yes Captain... We will find the Cache of Tortgua at whatever cost it takes." The Succubus, well she was dressed in a rather revealing outfit which was rather lacy and revealed much of her, as well is really typical of the Succubus, ample bosom, her pale legs, they were all quite visible. Atticus glanced towards the Succubus, trying to hold back a smile. "I well, dear, I am not going to say the following as the Captain, but as your husband. I don't want you to get hurt, I am not sure how much firepower the Traitor Navigator has on his plane, or what kind of crew he is hauling at the moment, all that I know, really is that he is in the area, and we will get in firing range soon. I don't want you to get hurt, I mean, I know you could easily fight and win against opponents in your current attire, but I really don't want that chance taken, my dear Saskia." She gave Atticus a playful pat on the back, "Oh alright hun." and with that she swayed through a pair of doors out of the main chamber, and into the Captain's Quarters.


Atticus yelled out, "GET READY FOR BATTLE! WE SHALL TAKE DOWN THE TRAITOR AND TAKE BACK WHAT HE OWES US!" Atticus thrusted his cutlass into the air as the assembled crew began cheering, as they all proceeded to take out their weapons and raise them alongside them, while others were quickly running out of the chamber, as they were heading to the lower level of the ships, as they were ready to gun down the ship which held the Traitor Francisco.


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Meanwhile, Francisco nervously curled his lips, "Well s***. THEY had to come when I was flying the Cargo Ship!" He gripped a hold of the wheel as his goggles were still on. They shouldn't get out here for a bit... but soon, I, well. He activated the announcer as he spoke with a message that was heard in the back.





"This is your Pilot Cisco, we are going to hit some turbulence soon, as a storm is passing through the area. Do not worry about it, stay tuned for further announcements." Francisco kept a dedicated attention to the area in front of him, I know what you are after, and you aren't going to take it, even if I had it here on this ship. Francisco smirked as he prepared for the inevitable.
 
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"Turbulence?" Richter asked, closing his book. He slithered out of his coffin; he wouldn't be able to read like-- there wasn't a cloud in the sky, wasn't there. He checked outside the window. The moonlight revealed nothing, except a red glimpse off to the side. Leave it to Espinosa to pick the most dangerous route.


He placed a hand on Espinosa's shoulder. "I'm going out to 'use the bathroom'; don't be alarmed." he stated, walking to the exit door. "Maybe you should do some warm up exercises. It'd be a shame if you got a cramp during turbulence."


The vampire opened the hatch, and sunk his hand on the hull outside, bracing himself to force the door shut before anything besides himself was blown out. He sunk another set of fingers into the hull, pulling himself upwards onto the top of the plane. His tie and hair blew back at immense speeds as he stood up straight.


"What are you... a zeppelin? A cargo chopper? Come closer, little Robin." he said, grabbing his wrist.
 
Espinosa was reading a book on Ancient Peru, as Richter put his hand on her shoulder, and proceeded to head to the exit... door. Well, that wasn't a good sign at all. She quickly took off her backpack, unzipped it then placed her book back in, and zipped it back shut. Francisco! You said you had that issue solved! She then lifted up her left leg and held it with her right hand for a few moments, stretching out the leg. She then moved onto the other one. Well, I suppose I will have to clean up Francisco's mess soon enough.


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The airship was now within range for Richter to fully see the Plagued Siren in all of it's bea- Oh, and the guns that were pointing towards the Cargo Ship, and...


On the lower levels of the Airship an Orc was tromping down the room, as he stared at all of the assorted gunners. He held both of his hands to the side of his mouth as he yelled out, "FIRE ON THE STARBOARD BOW!" A Goblin gunner lit the cannon and fired.


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The Cargo Ship was struck on the right front side, luckily -for the Cargo Ship, it did not hit the wings. In the cockpit Francisco grimaced as he activated the radio, "We are now experiencing turbulence. Please stay calm, as I proceed to help get us out of the storm." Francisco proceeded to take a quick dive as the plane quickly flew down, as he tried to take evasive actions.
 
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"No! Not down!" Richter shouted. His arm distorted, then shot forward, its flesh ripping apart, leaving a trail of crimson. The long bones remained suspended along the trail, as the hand clutched outwards, and gripped the hull of the Plagued Siren. It pulled taut, and Richter was left suspended in air, reeling himself rapidly towards the lower gunner decks.


"Ready or not, here I come!"
 
Ritcher easily grabbed onto the hull of the Plagued Siren, and moved up towards the lower gunner decks, as if it was a rather trivial process. During this he would notice a three Goblins who were now alerted of his presence, and were aiming towards him as he was climbing up. "One of the Traitor's Crew! Shoot it! Shoot it!" The Goblins possessed the same type of weapon, a re-chargeable magic crystal revolver. They fired some shots towards Richter as he was climbing up, as bright blue orb blasts shot towards him. Many were passing by him, in a wild direction.


While that was going on, small children were loading up the artillery again, so that it could be fired on command.
 
Victor just propped his head up, hearing that there would be turbulence, oh dear. Well he just decided to bunker up with his stuff. As the sudden shaking happened coming from the front end of the plane. It was a bit rough, didn't exactly expect it to be that rough, and suddenly the plane started diving down, feeling a bit of weight lift up on him. He just hung tight onto the nearest objects available, and kept Jayus's case close.


Seemed like it was gonna get a bit rough then, he idly looked out a window off the right side of the plane, just seeing how bad it was outside. . . Storm? What storm? That's what he said they would be running into right? It looked perfectly clear on this side, maybe its approaching on the other?


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Skyia got up and started slithering around a bit, somewhat curious of what there was in these barrels and crates, when the message that they would encounter turbulence. She wasn't entirely aware how that would feel, so she started to slither back up to her stuff when suddenly the plane shook, Skyia just fumbled a bit onto her place, quickly trying to land into her stuff, coiling up a little scared of this situation.
 
Reggie had been doing his morning stretches when the plane started to shake. The pilot claimed it was turbulence, but one didn't need to be a human lie detector to smell the bullcrap. It was a nice night out, if a bit cold, and that didn't make planes shake like that. He had to imagine a teacher going outside the ship was kind of unusual as well, but then he'd heard some crazy stuff about Oriens, so it might just be a natural reaction to just step outside and check? "Well, everyone, I'd hate for you all to panic but...WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!". Despite his generally calm attitude, Reggie was indeed a disciple of the Peerless Weaponmaster Antonio Aldebrandi and he didn't take things like pirate attacks well.


Reggie slowly drew Belarios from its scabbard and the black and gold blade gleamed under the fluorescent lighting of the plane, every uncovered inch revealing further engravings of heraldic emblems and wards against harm both physical and spiritual. A sword fit for an emperor, carried by a long of line of german fencing masters and preserved across the ages despite being used to cut through men and stone and steel alike. And now it was in his hands. Making sure that his backup dagger was in its usual spot (it was), Reggie gripped the sword and approached Robin. "Well, my friend, what say we get ourselves a ship? Anyone up for a boarding party?".
 
Now I truly get to hunt.


Zhuoru yes you will. I will need you for this endeavor.


Robin smirked, "Yes, it will do well in my holdings." He glanced around, as Espinosa quickly went over to the two. "Don't think I will let my students have all the fun. I'm in, besides someone has to watch you." Espinosa glanced around and yelled out, "We may be under attack, BUT LET US SHOW THEM THE MISTAKE OF MESSING WITH ORIENS!" She dramatically threw her right hand upwards.





I didn't care for that speech.


Neither did I.


Robin simply wagged his right index finger, "Now then, gather around me if you wish to participate in the boarding party."
 
Richter gave a maniacal laugh as the shots whizzed by his body. The momentum carried him up, and his jaws into a goblin's neck as he was launched inside, carrying the tiny being with him. He shook his head around as his maw squeezed down through the juicy neck-meats.


His splattered arm turned into a large blade, whipping around towards the remaining pair.
 
The Goblin who Richter held inside in his maw was screaming in agony, as Richter's fangs delved deep into his flesh, piercing it to get that sweet bloody goodness. "GWAAH!" He quickly stopped screaming, as Richter continued draining him. As for the blood blade, it finished off the other two Goblins with incredible haste, as their was a loud crunch as their bones were chopped apart. Their upper halves began dripping entrails, as blood splattered across the rooom, and began pooling at the remains of the legs.
 
Victor just looked at the situation, huh, it deed seem they were under attack seeing a little bit of a airship through the window he was nearby. He stood up and turned around opening one of the cases he brought, revealing a huge variety of different utilities, but he took that stuff out and moved it aside taking off a panel on the bottom revealing a dissembled bolt action rifle, and a handgun, he quickly put together the rifle, hoisting it over his shoulder, taking the handgun and putting it in a holster wrapping it around his waist. Grabbing a few prepared clips, carrying a small variety of different rounds, and would put them into a pouch, one for either gun.


" I'll join in this party if you would like a marksman. " he said, raising his hand towards Reggie, putting on his lens with his other arm.


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In the meantime Skyia may have started to panic hearing that they were under attack. Looking more scared for every passing moment this was happening.


(( Dunno what calibers, trying to decide that. ))
 
Azure got up as the Plane started to come under attack with a surprise, and feel over a bit.


"Ugh..."


-We're... under attack?-


Azure looked over as the others seemed to be planning to do some sort of counter attack. He thought that it'd be best if he helped out as well. He grabbed the bag that had the diseased dagger, as well as a few other supplies and went on over, putting it away.


"I'd like to help to, if I may."


-I... I don't know why... but... I feel like this is more dangerous than normal... I may have fought Kylier hundreds of times..... but something about... people actually trying to kill... while in the sky..... its no use thinking this sort of thing over, its the same as always, fighting to survive-
 
Lily just watched as Anya fell asleep. She would have to stay active to make certain that Anya remained safe in this huge pile of junk, but that wouldn't be a problem. Despite the rats and the rusty, broken syringes, the thing seemed to be flying rather smoothly.


And then turbulence was announced as something rocked the ship. Richter jumped out of the plane, and Reggie screamed something about being attacked. Soon, a boarding party began forming for an assault on an enemy airship. This wasn't turbulence. This wasn't turbulence at all.





Lily looked at the still sleeping Anya and sighed.


"I knew I should have stayed home today," Lily muttered under her breath.


Lily didn't really care for fighting and needed to protect Anya, so there was no way she was going to volunteer.


"I'll, uh, hold down the fort," she announced, "Keep everyone calm. Use my appendages to take care of dangerous flying pieces of scrap."


"And if things go south, I'll just worry about saving Anya."
 
"Hmm. Thanks." Richter said, shoving one of the loaders out of the way before pointing a cannon directly upwards. The vampire lit the fuse, and fired the artillery at the ceiling.


"Tell the rest of the crew I'm coming for their necks." he said, and scurried through the hold he'd made.
 
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