Fantasy Superhero Times

[chaieftainoftheeye]

Airport
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mazok, once the scrapings we're collected, he spread them over the ground and stood. "i'z goin to talk to the third party, tell da boy'z here that they can attack when warboss mazok comes back." as he began walking to the third party, weapons sheathed and armor clanking as he walked to the third party. after a minute strands of fungus began to shoot and form shapes.

 

[EldridSmith]

Nik snaps his fingers causing robes to appear around the nude figure of Ceasar and Jupiter. "That should address your concerns Jewel." He says before turning to Starfinger. "Hero is a very loose term these days, I'm a businessman with legal use of powers. My presence was requested and I didn't want to bother with the paperwork of denying it. Now if you don't want my assistance I can most certainly leave and return to my work Mr. Starfinger. Time is valuable and my facilities can speed things up." He says before turning to Jewel once again. "You have a gifted apprentice Jewel." He says telepathically to her, slightly jealous as his own was too stubborn to embrace magic without him practically forcing him. He was about ready to leave, but if Dexter wanted to experience the pain in the ass heroism was or the others insisted he stay then he would stay.
Kyrenka Deathkitten Osuka Aelia Aeldyne

 

[Kyrenka]

~Digerati (Dexter Heidrich)~
Location: The Crater ​

Another hero and her apprentice had arrived, that was expected. Actually, he was expecting more than this considering how high-ranked this assignment was. However, it seemed that mostly there was only confusion and not much combat with everyone arguing with each other. While Digerati himself was staying out of it, keeping near his mentor and waiting for his next order, he did file away the other apprentice's comment about etiquette. Only refer to that one by Celesteon. The less he pissed off his peers the smoother missions would go in the future. Of course, his mentor didn't have the same qualms as he did about starting fights. He wasn't too surprised that the man had engaged in a scathing argument with a teenager, but he was a little taken aback when he decided that he was leaving. So soon? Sure, Jewel was here with her apprentice and things seemed fine, but that was it? Wasn't he even the least bit curious about what was going on? Maybe he had gotten stir crazy after multiple failures from his project, but he was reluctant to leave just yet. Once again keeping his voice down so that the others weren't privy to their discussion, Digerati asked, "Sir, would you like me to stay behind? I could keep you updated on any developments." His mentor technically couldn't force him to leave, but the apprentice wasn't here to go AWOL. He was here to learn, and if that meant going back to the lab that meant going back.

((Interacting with EldridSmith 's Nikias | Mentioned Osuka 's Fay and Deathkitten 's Jewel | Nearby Osuka 's Caesar, Aelia Aeldyne 's Starfinger, and Deathkitten 's Jupiter ))

 

[Deathkitten]

The Crater
Jewel and Jupiter​

Jewel eyed Telos and shrugged, responding in kind, {Yeah, he's gonna be one hell of an archmage or somethin' one day. Until then, he's my problem, and I'm proud to have 'im."

She looked to Caesar at his concern and made a soft hmm, "Well. There's a savings account with the money you had in it, but I don't deal with that. Since it's been ten years, I would assume you'd have some sort of beneficiary in the event of your death. If you did, then they probably have it. If not, then it's still with the family."

She was trying to ignore the mind-fuckery that was Starfinger, but still grimaced a bit. She could recall when villains had to fight him and his damned deity. Not fun. Jupiter on the other hand seemed unphased and placed her hand gingerly on Starfinger's back. She kissed his cheek, "Thank you for trying to help calm things down. This situation is really... tense." Jupiter cleared her throat and smiled at Telos, "And thank you for the clothing. I'm sorry we won't be heading to your place. As we don't know any of you except Jewel... who to our knowledge is a villain, our safest bet is to go home."

"As for how to get there...," she squeezed Starfinger's shoulder, "Non-magical, huh...? That might be a little difficult, given my form of transportation tends to be of the magical variety. I suppose, though, we could fly there?" Her method of flight would be magical... and not too pretty, but it was probably safer than teleporting, if that's what he was worried about. Caesar could fly with his fire, no doubt, or at least propel himself with it. Speaking of...

She turned to Caesar, then bore her back towards him, "Caesar... could you make my back bleed? Right between my shoulder blades would be best. I need to summon some wings."

Osuka Aelia Aeldyne EldridSmith Kyrenka

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Aia
Location: LA national forest
Interactions: Kyrenka

Aias lips curled up into a small smile in her sleep, her tongue sneaking out of her mouth and up, wrapping itself between Anne’s fingers as she slept. It was a sign she felt safe and did it often with Anne, snaking her tongue between Anne’s fingers and even her hair at times. Some would even say she’s tried to “bathe” Anne before. She slept soundly till the car started to slow. She knew they where there but didn’t react till Anne patted her head telling her they where there. Almost immediately Aia shot up. An excited look in her eyes as she eagerly watched Anne unbuckle her before she opened the door.

Taking a few curious sniffs of the air as she slowly reached down and crawled out. Moving a few paces away from the car on her hands and feet before she stood up, nose in the air and sniffed around eagerly. When Anne spoke her head whipped around with a small throaty hiss of curiosity. She didn’t know what Anne was saying but knew what she wanted and responded with a loud yip. With that she quickly stripped of the battle clothing so she wouldn’t dirty it before she immediately shot off into the woods, only gone for a few moments before the third of her feet came crashing back. She burst back into view and practically rocketed at Anne. Pulling up at the last second and wrapping her arms around Anne in a deep quick hug before she shot off into the woods again.

it didn’t take long, only about 10 to 15 minuets before shuffling could be heard from some bushes as Aia slowly started to shuffle through. Clearly dragging something as she came out butt first. The more she came into view the more her prey did as well. Finally dragging the corpse into view. It was a fully grown mountain lion, hanging by its neck from her massive jaws. Little huffs and purrs as she dragged the lion over, her tail half way wrapped around the creature to assist in dragging it. Dropping it at Anne’s feet before looking up to her mother with an excited and happy closer lip smile despite her blood covered lips clearly wanting wanting praise for her kill and bringing it back before she dug in.​

 

[Osuka]

WolfSpider
Queen Mary
Man it'd be so cool if I had an integrated HUD with this visor so I could tell the time and stuff-

Okay, now was not the time to think about how super cool it would be to have really super cool tech and stuff. Right now he had questions to ask, questions to answer, and then some more questions to ask without asking them so he could get answers from a thing that probably didn't want to give answers, and wherever it was, according to Ms. Jenny... Well, it might be on the ship and he probably made a really bad decision coming to the boat of all places. The next immediate question was how Mr. Spook-tastic was going to react to what the Miss was saying about "devils" and "pawns." WolfSpider already knew that it wasn't going to be good, whatever it was, considering just how invested he seemed in gaining information from the woman. It was apparent by just looking at the.... Thing... Somehow.... if he squinted really, really hard that something was going through the man's mind that he was glad he didn't have telepathy to be able to tell, and that's how Telepathy as a really cool super power was ruined for him.

Great.

Spooky's Shadow of Jumpscares just ruined a really cool superpower for him without even trying. Either way, business needed handled, and the little lady needed an out. The only out he could think of at this point was to use a Verse that one of the Fathers would use to pardon spirits to the afterlife, but he wasn't certified in that.... And besides, he had more questions to ask on behalf of SpookJumpShadowScares.

"So, miss?" He asked, again, tilting his head as he looked from El Obscuridad to Jenny. "I know I gave scout's honor, but do you think you might be able to be specific? If we can find where 'He' is, we might be able to deal with him and help you at the same time. Do you by chance feel any kind of pull towards his general direction or anything like that?

"I'm sorry, I'm pretty lost when it comes to stuff like this, so please bear with me..."

ManofManyRoles Deathkitten


Caesar
The fucking crater. Can we leave?

Alright. Even he had to admit this petty shit was too far. The hell happened with Mages being all dignified and only scary at the drop of a hat instead of a drop of someone's pride being mistakenly insulted? Maybe the Telos guy had some tenure on the Kid, but he didn't think that asking "how do you know" was an insult when he thought about it in hindsight. Did people really treat apprentices like that nowadays? Because if it took a villain-turned-hero to get an Apprentice some decent treatment, then holy shit were Woop-di-doop-dee Wizards in some trouble. And then came Henry's shit. Of course The Golden Guy or whatever was going to get pulled into this to throw a tizzy that really had a way of grinding his fucking gears with how they talked, which was rare, but still happened enough that Caesar didn't like it. Everything else that happened as far as what Henry was doing wasn't something he could really explain, but it usually meant he was about to pull out some kind of badass thing to do....

Which he guessed wasn't happening today. Okay. Well, instead, apparently they all got to sit down, and suddenly he was clothed by Telos. Now that that was out of the way and apparently their situation between the spellcasters were "handled," he figured he could at least relax a little. Once Caesar seated himself and listened to the requests and comments that were being made, which oddly enough wasn't coming from the newbie, he looked as if he was being pensive for a moment. In fact, he was really playing it off well enough to gain an Oscar award with how he sat back and scratched at his chin. After a good, long minute, he decided that he was going to address Jupiter first with her obviously more ridiculous request.

"Fuck no I'm not cutting you, woman!!" He barked, completely tossing his flawless acting aside. "You already have one wound that we can't ignore - why the hell would I make two more on you?!

"And Henry, you're coming with us," he continued, sitting back in his seat of sorts. "Your family is a bunch of fucking nutbags. I wouldn't trust you going anywhere without an Aphera escort for the next few months at the least, or maybe borrow Jewel's apprentice until you can lock them down and secure your own freedom of movement without being impeded. As far as the non-magickal means of travel goes, I don't think we're gonna have a choice."

That having been said and completely shutting down Jupiter's idea of growing wings out of more wounds, he looked to the rest of them as he folded his arms.

Fay Fluorite
The crater that I made just a little more ruined in one tiny location

Getting yelled at by something that wasn't mortal and obviously channeled through another being. Gotta love that. Fay was already tired, and with how his mood was likely to swing, he was tempted to overrule the Dominion that Starfinger had set with his use of his deity before he started talking as if to keep things civil. Knowing any being that had any iota of power, he wouldn't have kept things civil if Telos decided he was going to do more than make a slight annoyance for Fay once the Telekinesis had lifted - whether by the man's own design or some sort of limit. Fay had chosen to ignore the seating arrangement that had been created for them and instead start working on replenishing himself. In order to do that, though, he would have to have some quiet time, so before anyone could make any other suggestions, Fay found himself snapping his wallet chain back where it belonged before pulling out a piece of chalk and drawing a circle around him no more than thirty feet from the rest of the group.

Telos had apparently decided he wanted to leave to tend to something, but Digerati seemed as if he wanted to stay. How the two were going to hash out that issue wasn't any issue of his. It looked like his Mentor and the ridiculously complicated mage-of-sorts had some kind of exchange, but his own mental wards kept things out just as well as they kept things in, and he didn't feel like prying too much anyway. It didn't look threatening as far as their body language went, but a part of him was glad that both the Spellcaster and his protege had left. With the two of them gone, he could actually focus on what he had to do. Normally, mages of many sorts employed various techniques for replenishing their internal reserve of mana if they didn't want to work only on the ambient energy that was around them, but for what he wanted to do, it was going to take both ambient and internal mana for him to pull off.

Once he had fully connected the circle, Fay drew a line down his chest from collar bone to bellybutton as he let out a slow, long breath, focusing inward and into where his well of mana was. It was pathetically low for a various number of reasons, but it was his fault for not having left the house prepared with at least half of his daily gear even when in civilian clothes. From above his bellybutton, Fay withdrew his hand and brought it up palm-out past his chest and then directly over his head. From there, he took a breath, and to those watching, the mana within a four meter radius of him (about 12 feet) would become visible to the naked eye as it swirled and came to a focal point in his palm. Outside of his little circle, in his mind's eye, nothing but mana existed. Mana that was tainted with pain, regret, malice, and fear. For some spellcasters, it was hard to not be overwhelmed with it all, and if he was going to be honest, he couldn't say that he wasn't reminded of another smaller grave in Alaska, though this was far heavier. It physically hurt to have to experience it all, and it even made it hard to breathe for a minute. The mana that he had been drawing in seemed somewhat darker than what one would imagine due to the mass grave they stood within, but if one looked to his left, his index finger pointing down, they would notice something.... Perhaps not odd to some, but odd to others.

From the tip of his finger, something that could immediately be identified as impurities or divine aura - due to the Golden Man's field having been erected, was cascading and seeping into the ground. If it was a Priest of sorts, this would be considered a purification ritual, but Fay wasn't adept at rituals and was only filtering... And it was going to take a bit. Everything else that had made this place what it was entangled itself with the pool of mana here, making it harder to draw in something pure and uncorrupted - something that wouldn't negatively impact the person drawing it in, but once he was done, he was done, and the visible mana - as well as the pooling of negative energy, would dissipate entirely, and he would take one last deep breath before facing the Heroes.

"I might be an Associate in the Council," he started, his focus entirely on the three that had been raised from death. "But I'm no slacker, and I think I know how to get the group there with less mana than it would take for Ms. Oscalia to grow a pair of wings to fly everyone out, which means I'm considering she'd either summon more Imps or she would airlift people back to the Aphera estate.

"I can use a small bit of mana while manipulating the gravitational force around multiple targets in a single area to 'Catapult' them - sort of. It's like what I was doing to get myself here as quick as possible when I saw Telos appear, only I guess instead of calling it a Catapult, I would call it something more like Cosmic Scissors, but I would have to go over how scissors are-

"Anyway," Fay cut himself off as he waved his hands. "Not important. I can get the group from A to B with what I have as well as the ambient mana that we'll be flying through, but before I join any of you, I need to talk to a Merlin, so I won't be joining until that's done, but then again, I'm only an apprentice and technically I wasn't here. I think Jewel would be in massive trouble for bringing me to an area this dangerous when I've only begun my apprenticeship under her.

"And if you get motion-sick, just spit. A lot. Dry your mouth out before I send everyone on their way. Just trust me on it."

Deathkitten Aelia Aeldyne

 

[Aelia Aeldyne]

The Airport - Rogue Killer​

Wind was blowing by my sides as I leapt from rooftop to rooftop towards the airport. I could hear the sirens and the gunfire already, and I saw a pillar of smoke rising, seconds before a detonation shaked the air. When I finally stepped down onto the street, I saw a black limo departing, that my phone quickly identified as being the villain Chupacabra's. Further down, maybe a hundred meters away from the main building, was a FBI car. Besides were two people - one that looked like your average agent in a nice suit, and the other who definitely looked not human, with green skin, tusks and a height that easily went through the two meters bar. On their left was a pile of scrap metal. Quickly, I messaged Brian with "On site. Gathering intel.", before approaching the duo. The big green guy was about to leave it seemed, so I hurried up. It would be better if we had a coordinated action rather than two separate movements. We risked hindering each other, and at worst we might actually harm the other. So with a long leap, I landed right besides the man in a suit.

"Rogue Killer reporting, sir. I've been told the airport was under attack ?"

The man, who introduced himself as agent Whittaker, seemed surprised by my arrival, and quickly turned to his phone to check something.

"Erm... Wait, you're an apprentice ? What're you doing here alo- Oh. My apologies."

Gesturing the other person - a pro hero I assumed - to not go away, he gave me information on the situation.

"Please excuse me if I sound tired, I've got a lot of shit to deal with... anyway. Yes, as I explained to Mazok here, check this map. Red are the areas we are sure the hostiles control, in blue it's us the officials, and in green are neutrals, who should be trying to leave the area right now. Expect heavy weaponry and great coordination. Also, I can't seem to reach anyone inside the terminal. Seems they got a jammer, or someone who shut down the network. Be careful."

He had the voice of someone who just had woken up and could've used a few more hours of sleep, I thought. Though it was secondary to the mission; the enemy had heavy ordnance, and technical support. This meant a dangerous fight ahead. Coordination would REALLY be required in this situation. Quickly thanking the FBI agent, I turned to the hero, that he had called "Mazok".

"Excuse me sir, but before you go, I think we should coordinate our actions. I'm sure you're not gonna bullrush in, but even then, I can provide ranged support if you need it. And excuse me for my impoliteness. Name's Rogue Killer, I've been an apprentice for about ten years, so I know the ropes almost like a pro."

chaieftainoftheeye

 

[Deathkitten]

The Queen Mary​

"He has hair so deep black it'd make a shadow shiver," she explained, grimacing, "It goes down past his shoulders, down... I don't know... I think to his waist?" She felt a little better talking to this young boy. A little more lucid. There was a burgeoning thrumming penetrating her mind, however, and she tried to ignore it. Focus on the boy. Focus on his questions. He wants to help.

"It's messy, unkempt. Like a live wire got ahold of the thing and lit it up something fierce," she mused, biting her lower lip, cute as a button, even while so worried, "He's got that same fierce look to everything he does. He's a scary man, if you can even call him a-"

Her words were cut off by her own bloodcurdling scream. She held her head in distress, gasping for air like an astronaut that lost her spacesuit. Her form itself waivered and shook, going transparent and thin. The last thing she said before she disappeared altogether was a pained, "Help," that she managed to squeak out as, presumably, the man they were just talking about decided enough was enough and wrenched her back to wherever he called home.

Osuka ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

White starlight eyes gazed down at the duo, internalizing all the information he could. Paint me a picture...I must know who is responsible. His vengeance mind track was stalled when she bit her lip and his stone-cold obsidian heart melted a bit...even spectral and worried, she was as sweet as ever. That however quickly left as she screamed and left with a 'help'. Behave...Behave...don't lose control...the kid is still here...keep contro-Fuck it Shade slowly leaned his head back and stared down at the floor below him, a keening and enraged noise escaping him...as if someone had found a white noise and amplified it and turned it into a weapon. He didn't have any sonic based combat ability but all he could do was give a ghastly wail. He had to find him....he had to make whoever was doing this pain...suffer. His wife was not a puppet to dance on strings!

Shade dropped off the ceiling and right into the ground without so much as a noise...only to pop up next to wolf spider with barely contained anger. The boy doesn't deserve my anger...but god help me if he's not going to help. His voice dropped back down a dozen or so octaves, into something far less pleasant...something down right daemonic. "Whoever has done this will face justice, and you are going to help me. You are the only one the spirit responded too, and I refuse to let a soul be tormented and led around like Pinocchio across a stage. You are going to help me, and you will speak to the spirits we encounter. The dead do not deserve further torment, they suffer enough in life...Are you willing to aid me?"

Would he hurt this kid? Absolutely not. But that didn't mean he was above terrifying the poor soul right now...in his defense, he had just witnessed his dead wife get drawn away with a cry for help, and he didn't even have a face to kill yet. He would find the person who did this and set upon him without pity. This was likely an unintentional wrong, but it gave him a goal. If it meant crawling through every dark corner of the city...no the world, he would do it. Dark visions that no rational man should entertain danced in his mind's eye...and the white ghastly smile he wore seemed to grow wider. "Is it not right that those who would torment a soul should face punishment? Are you willing to let that woman suffer?"
Osuka

 

[chaieftainoftheeye]

e stopped, turning on his feet and thudding over. "warboss mazok, if that's ok, got to keep da boy'z in order." as he points to the fungal shoots. "i was goin ta talk to the neutrals while i git some boy'z and scrap togetha to take care of da bad guys. you wanna come with?" he looks rogue up and down, assessing him. clearly pondering how someone with a frame like his was still active. "so wat do you'z got for dakka?"

Aelia Aeldyne

 

[Deathkitten]

The Crater
Jewel and Jupiter​

Jewel had to admit. She was proud of her little apprentice. He was easy to anger and definitely needed some in-the-field experience, but he was so incredibly smart. Hell, he made her want to take classes, and that was saying something. It was a tense few moments as they were slingshot to the house. Not a fun experience. Not one she would recommend. On top of that, she wasn't happy that she'd have to be so rough with the council about this.

They landed inside the estate, inside the massive garden that some members of her in-laws were obsessed about. Friggen' hippies. Without saying a word, Jewel opened her grimoire and made sure to make it incredibly difficult for anyone to pop in and teleport away with anyone here. Not just Fay. The spell circle that emanated from her book was complex, if a little messy in handwriting, compared to an academy-trained individual. Jewel left the book open and explained, "Right. No one leaves here. Not until we sort this mess out. Despite how much I'm going to get in trouble with people later for bringing an apprentice into a potentially dangerous situation. Rules are very clear, and like hell if I'm gonna break them. In the event of anything happening with The Crater, all involved must be debriefed before jaunting off to do whatever else."

"That includes you lot, Council, who are probably watching and waiting to snatch Fay away," she groaned, "Talk to him here. You're more than welcome, but I cannot allow you to pick his brain unaccompanied. So you're stuck doing it here or waiting. Those are your two options because this supersedes your authority. The Crater and the OA are not just a national threat, they could be a global threat. We don't know. So yeah."

She cleared her throat, "Caesar. Just a reminder. These people... your family... they haven't seen you in ten years. Be prepared for a whole bunch of different responses. Most probably won't trust that you're real. Others... are probably going to not leave you alone and try to drown you with affection."

Not a moment or two later, Oscar, Caesar's brother, ran out, almost tripping over himself as he did so. He looked a bit different than his twin. He had dyed his hair blue a long time ago and grew it out, not wanting the constant reminder of his brother's face in the mirror. On top of that, he was leaner than his brother, though still fit. He looked like he had barely aged a day, a benefit of a family of mages.

He stared at his dead brother with mouth agape, partial starts to sentences attempting to eek their way out with no success. His body moved to cover Jewel protectively, looking at the others for some sort of explanation to this. There couldn't be an explanation. No one can be resurrected from that place. Not even the best in the world could raise even one damned soul.

"How do we trust that you three are who you look to be?" he finally managed to ask, tears making their way down his face. He didn't react to the tears. His voice was surprisingly steady. His arms and hands, however, shook. He was a damned ghost. He was looking at a ghost in the face and he wanted to scream and cry and punch him.

Jewel spoke up again, clearing her throat loudly, "We need people to look over them, Oscar. The medical people in the family. As far as we can tell, they're the real deal. Caesar is just as much of a real asshole as ever, and I doubt anyone can mimic that pride. They're themselves. Stardork over there even used his golden guy thing. We just gotta focus on making sure they're okay instead. Okay?" She wrapped her fingers around his wrist and gently pulled his arm down from around her.

"Jupiter cut herself, and I'm sure their feet hurt after walking on all that rubble. I'll call people to get them here. How about you take them into the sitting room, hun?" she squeezed his wrist and kissed the corner of his jaw, "Whatever is going on, it'll be okay."

Oscar said nothing but tilted his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stem the flow of tears, "Right. Yeah. Inside. Let's... get you guys inside and get you situated. There's apparently a lot that we need to talk about. Caesar... are you okay?" He walked up to him like he was scared the image would break, reaching out to touch his brother's upper arm. Jupiter meanwhile was trying to not watch the awkward exchange of emotions and scooted up next to Starfinger, "Let's go inside, yeah?"

Osuka Aelia Aeldyne EldridSmith Kyrenka

 

[Kyrenka]

~Dr. Anne Beaufort and Aia~
Angeles National Park​

Anne snorted out a short laugh as Aia practically ripped off her suit and dashed through the trees. The dark-haired woman bent down to grab the clothes the alien had dropped, only to receive a surprise hug from behind as soon as she straightened back up. She yelped, but just as quickly as Aia had returned the girl was gone once again. Placing a hand over her pounding heart, Anne felt a few years disappear from her lifespan. That girl is going to give me a heart attack one of these days. Adjusting her glasses, the doctor rolled up her sleeves and set to work. She folded and hid the suit under the seat in the back once again, opened the back of the van, and began dragging out a concerning assortment of items. Shovel? Check. Bone saw? Check. Gasoline? Check. It didn't take long for her to set everything up and don a large butcher's apron and long rubber gloves. There was a crunching of leaves; the signal that Aia had returned. Just in time! Turning around, Anne's smile dropped from her face as Aia pulled a mountain lion out of the brush. What the fuck. What the FUCK? Did she actually take it one down? Don’t they hunt in groups? Please don’t have friends that’ll come back for revenge. It did seem plausible though, right? Regular lions hunted in groups. Were they similar enough?Should’ve paid more attention to the mammals section in class. An entire debate was running through her mind, but on the outside she was frozen in shock as she continued staring at the lion like as if it was the alien and not the snake girl giving her doe-eyes.

What should she do? She couldn’t hear anything, and Aia didn’t seem worried so they should be fine, right? Right, trust the predator with the killer instincts that you lack. Actually, this was a good learning moment for the alien. She should’ve gone after something less dangerous like deer or something, but with how little she understood right now would she even understand why Anne was worried? But if she praised Aia would she go after something dangerous again? Mom, Dad, you were right. Parenting sucks. A bit indecisive, the doctor knelt down and softly petted Aia. "Good job," she said softly, "But try not to hunt that one. It’s dangerous." Miming claws and fangs, she emphasized, “Sharp. Dangerous.” Gently manhandling Aia to make sure that the mountain lion didn't give her any serious injuries, Anne stood back up and gestured to the lion with a grin. "Dig in!" As Aia went to work, Anne went off a short distance to dig a hole. Hopefully, Aia was hungry enough to pick the corpse clean. It didn't matter too much though, since she planned on scorching the remains. Last thing we we need is someone finding a mysterious mountain lion skeleton in the woods. A part of her nagged at her, telling her that she shouldn't be so nonchalant about this and worry more; but in the doctor's mind what's done is done. Aia wanted food and she went after food. It wasn’t her fault that she didn’t know it was dangerous. But still. Viciously stabbing the ground with her shovel, she tried to ignore the sinking weight of dread in her stomach as she tried not to imagine what would’ve happened if the encounter didn’t go so well. She’s definitely giving me grey hairs.

((Interacting with Daniel Reaving 's Aia))

 

[Osuka]

WolfSpider
Queen Mary
Spooky Scary Skeletons send shivers down my- Oh, hero time!!

Finally, he was getting a description!! The more information that he could get from her, the better, and what better than a physical description after all? Things seemed to have been going well for our young, inquisitive vigilante as not only had he gotten himself in a position in which he could potentially help, but had also seemed to make at least somewhat of a positive contact with the victim! In fact, he didn't even have the headspace to question just why things were going so well, so if he had paid attention to the situation, he should've seen all of the following coming. Just the moment before Jenny began to scream, something tugged in his head - something that had done so just a few moments ago when Mr. Spooks-a-Lot had moved to close the distance between himself and WolfSpider earlier, but it wasn't a sense to move away. Instead, he found himself lunging forward in an attempt to grab hold - something instinctive, but had been too late before he heard her plea.

It made him stop, though his body still moved in mid-air. It wasn't as if he hadn't been taking the situation seriously beforehand. Everyone knew about the OA attacks and everyone knew the kinds of dark things some heroes had to endure... But this had just gotten far more pressing than he had imagined it could have. Was it possible for Ghosts to be harmed?? WolfSpider only barely came back to his senses in time for him to stick the landing before being forced to cover his ears. Whatever Ms. Jenny was to the shadowy figure, it had to be close. He could feel the pain of the screeching, even when compounded with the ear-bursting pain of the white-noise that was reverberating relentlessly in the acoustically-oriented room that only served to amplify the sound. It was enough to drive the child to his knees before he felt his senses kick again, but he couldn't bring himself to move.

A seething sort of pain sound left WolfSpider's masked maw as he tried to right himself, shaking his head vigorously in what could only be an instinctive attempt to rid himself of the tinnitus that rang in his ears almost too loudly for him to hear the being speak. He could feel the bloodlust in the man's voice; see it behind the growing smile that only held rage in it. There was no place in the man's visage for forgiveness or redemption, and though it was against WolfSpider's morals to take a life, he also couldn't absolve himself of guilt by simply leaving. Jenny needed their help as well. After taking a few more moments to right himself, it was time for WolfSpider to soldier up, let the tinnitus pass, and then nod to the shade that demanded retribution from Jenny's tormentor - even if it was phrased as a question.

"Just no killing," he started. "We do it right. Only problem is that I don't know how we could possibly find the guy. Would something of his be here for you to maybe use in order to track him - or is that not how all this works?"

ManofManyRoles


Fay D. Fluorite
Crater --> Aphera Estate
About nap:thirty

Just thinking about what he was going to attempt was making him tired. Fighting gravity was a simpler way in his mind to project multiple masses, but it required calculation and consistent output in bursts, which was not exactly the most efficient and he knew his teachers would disprove of his methods - but they were mostly dead and he was alive, which was a really morbid thought, so that wasn't going to deter him. Besides, the only way to get better was to do something difficult until it was easy... Given you understood the theory of it, anyway. Still, his inner monologuing wasn't the task that he was set to do, and it was only going to waste time if it continued. Fay was quick to cut the mental chatter as his chain snapped back into his hand and stiffened to act as a rod for his Will, and he begun.

Drawing in what mana he could as he paced to stand in the middle of the group, Fay began to chant in what seemed like utter gibberish unless someone were to notice the pattern. To him, it was a language for spellcasting that he had designed, but it was far older than what scholarly articles could reference. The chanting started as a whisper as the mana around them all began to ripple in a way that they could feel, and at the crescendo of his chanting, a sudden lurch could be felt before they were all catapulted hard into the air. Still, within what could be considered a bubble of its own right, they wouldn't be able to feel the wind whipping past them, though the force of their take-off was fair game. Every quarter mile, as they began to lose altitude, they would feel this kick of force again and again until they could see the Aphera estate in a far off view.

Still, there was something that hadn't been accounted for. The Council was not the kind to simply send an associate without being watched, and far behind them a figure kept tail. This figure seemed more sizeable compared to the little mage that dared with its hood up and its robes of stark black. If one was perceptive of the highest order, they'd be able to notice the very slightest warbling of light behind the figure who, instead of inclining his body to follow the group, seemed only to stand in place. Their hands hung to their sides as the wind disturbed their garb, but not once was their hood ever displaced.

Once the group of Heroes and the now tired Fay had touched down on the lawn of the Aphera estate, Fay found himself groaning before allowing himself to flop to his rear. Though one might not have been able to tell before, Fay's brow was now a sheen of sweat that glistened in the near-noon light of the morning. Working mana in such precise and enormous ways without really disturbing that which was below them was something that took a large amount of effort for the Council's associate, and it left him panting to regain his breath, so now he had to recap. The spell was effective in the intended purpose. Propel the group as a whole to the Aphera Estate quickly over a large span of distance. The problem with it was that he didn't have the mojo for it like he thought he did. It was effective, but inefficient for his level of skill, and if he had his field gear, this wouldn't have happened. Today seemed like an admonishment for unprepared mages, and today he was a case study.


Caesar Aphera
Crater -->Aphera Estate
Dude, I'm gonna fuckin' puke.

Fuck magick.

Yeah, he said it, and he'd say it again. In fact, fuck Mages. The slingshot of a ride they had gotten home was enough to make him want to barf, and if he had a mirror, he was sure that his face was visibly green with being airsick from that stunt the little pipsqueak had pulled. At this point, Caesar was pretty sure he was more willing to just march the distance in his bare feet over broken glass than to do that shit again, but he had to admit it did get them there quickly, and he was warned. The scrawny wizard that pulled it off seemed to have been tuckered out from it, so there was no way he was going to wound his pride by losing his composure over it. Instead, he'd have to keep his cool. Sure, they were home in the Aphera Estate, and the Estate itself had some awesome defenses already if they weren't upgraded by now, but it didn't mean they were out of the woods.

In fact, that was exactly what it meant. Before Caesar could open his mouth to openly gloat about how literally no one could be as Godly as he was- and it was the damned truth, the sound of someone else touching down on the lawn could be heard. Wheeling around with his flames in-hand, Caesar was ready to start, but he was stopped as the figure before them - a more physically substantial mage, had his hand held up with his palm out. It wasn't both of the man's hands as a sign of surrender, but one as a sort of warning.

"And who the fuck are you to step on my lawn, asshole?" Caesar barked as he looked at the intruder. "You came from the crater, didn't you? You know that just because we ain't dead anymore doesn't mean that we aren't ready to kick your teeth in, right?"

The mage who had kept his visage hidden by his hood only sighed as he lowered his hand, then started walking towards Fay.

"Council business," he called out with a deep, rich basso, passing by Jewel as if she weren't there. "'Celesteon,' as you call yourself - you're coming with me. Your task is completed and you are to appear before the Merlin for a briefing on your findings. Council cares not for any nation's customs on this matter, especially if it is to have a worldwide effect. Fulfill your duty and you may return in mere moments."

Today was going to suck, wasn't it? With a growl, Caesar found himself winding up to cast his flames at the mage, but many things happened at once in a blur. The pipsqueak was quick to get on his feet, and the hooded guy rushed Fay the moment he had raised his chain rod, but the mage was stopped. Two spells had flung from Fay's hand, forcing the bulkier of the two to quickly parry them before slamming a combination of fist blows forward, though he didn't have to close distance for them to have an effect. A roughshod barrier flew up in front of Fay as he raised his left hand high which was followed by a slew of bolts of blue, which the mage once again parried before trying to rush in. Fay, even with being tired and his breathing labored, was quick on his feet as he propelled himself away and to his right to angle his shots away from the group and give the bulky man another volley of shots, but something had happened.

There was a shimmer of light that sped past Caesar's face that ended up in the middle of the two, though what could now be seen as a hand was pressed firmly to the Mage's chest and another one out with a barrier up to stave off the last of Fay's counters.

"Enough, the both of you!" A female voice called out. Standing between the two was a woman of substantial height - measuring up to no less than six-foot-six with flowing golden locks hidden by her hood, though her face was clear on display. Her robes clung in places to highlight her form as it hung in others, with a cape that hung much like a mantle from her shoulders. The staff she wields was still stuck to her back with enchantments on her robes, and even in this situation, she found some reason to smile. "Argus, my dear, you've forgotten that a resident of this estate has declared sanctuary for our Little Mage who Dares. Do behave while we are guests, yes?"

Her voice was smooth like velvet, but still husky in its tone as she righted herself and gave a small bow towards Jewel before addressing herself.

"I do apologize for my apprentice," she started. "And I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive his transgressions on your threshold. I am Merlin Aquilias, assigned to oversee Associate Fluorite's task today."

Caesar felt his jaw drop. The woman was lithe and quick for someone of her height, and the way that she spoke was something that almost commanded respect while somehow being subdued. He couldn't find a moment to address any of his brother's comments before she spoke again.

"I give my Word as Merlin of the Council that these three are who they appear to be. When your meeting to confirm their identity and your briefing of this development is over, might I have Fay for just a moment? You're free to observe if you would like. We just need a recollection of the events that occurred for Council records."

Deathkitten Aelia Aeldyne ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Shade
For a moment, he felt bad at the fact he may have caused the poor kid pain with his noise of aggravation, perhaps he had a sensitive hearing...and with them being in this kind of room, that was probably a poor choice. Too late to undo it however, what's done was done. "Of course it will be done right, I assure you..." He stared at the boy in silence at his question...if he had the means to track jenny or whoever had done this, that'd be wonderful, but he didn't. "No....that's not how this works. I cannot track like a bloodhound, though it would make my job easier... I will find information, I need to know how to find you, however. I don't suppose there is a spotlight I can shine in the sky to get your attention, now is there?" Those bleeding white eyes bored into the young man for a moment as he considered his options. If he was against killing, he was definitely against his usual methods of getting information...and how he planned to relieve some of the newfound aggression buried into his soul. "Unless you have better ideas, I will collect information in whatever way I can...and then I will find you. It is best for both of us if you are not seen near me if you truly intend to aid me and that woman, and whatever further souls are being tormented by whoever is behind this."
Osuka

 

[Deathkitten]

The Aphera Household​

A fight nearly broke out already, and Oscar could do little but groan loudly. Definitely seemed like Caesar. Up in arms immediately. He smiled sweetly at the tall woman, "Hello Miss Merlin. Ma'am, I appreciate you avoiding this turning into an actual fight. That wouldn't have been very fun. You're more than welcome to use our facilities here. As you well know, the Council has members here anyway. We are a Superfamily, of course. The Council is pretty much the biggest mage group out there... heck, you're still trying to get Jewel into it."

"So, please. Feel free to do your own debriefing of him in one of our meeting rooms."

He looked to Jupiter, who had scooted closer to his brother protectively. They so had the hots for each other... he had almost forgotten that perpetual dance of sexual tension was a thing. Oscar sighed inwardly, "This is gonna be fun..." After he cleared his throat, he continued, walking indoors, "Caesar... ah... so, bud, there's a lot we need to catch you up to speed on in the family... Hell, there's a lot we need to catch you up on, on yourself. So... I'm sorry for the barrage of questions. It's kind of necessary."

He sat on the arm of one of the sofas in the large sitting room. Since Caesar had seen it last, it had changed around significantly. Walls painted different colors, newer furniture, newer television, just generally newer... though the layout was the same. "Optimized for gameplay," some of the family members would claim. They had the latest VR, the latest console, all that fun stuff. His focus was on Caesar, though he was having a hard time looking at his brother in the eye. He hadn't been there. He was nowhere near LA when the bomb went off. He wasn't even in the country.

"Alright... so... first off the top of my head...

• What do you guys remember?
• How do you guys feel? Are you okay?
• Are your abilities working fine?
• Do you feel hungry? Thirsty? Are you confused or in any way feeling concussed?
• Do you... I don't know... do you feel like all your bits are in working order? Can you run around, jump, piss?
• Are your emotions in check?
• Your thoughts in check? Fuck... we'll need to check that... maybe I'll ask that Merlin while she's here..."

He rubbed his jaw, half-panicked, worrying now about everything that could potentially be wrong. If they were really back, then someone brought them back. If someone brought them back, then why them? Why Jupiter? She wasn't an S-class when she died... though she was certainly capable enough. There were more powerful people that lost their lives that day. Did this person have an agenda? What did they want? Were they against the OA? With them? If they were against them, were they for humanity? Some superpowered turf war was NOT what they needed right now. Gangs fought all the time... but could he even really call the OA a ga-

He was cut off as the wind was knocked out of him from behind. A young teen girl, very bouncy and excited, slamtacklehugged him ferociously. She squeaked, "What're we doooooin?"

The girl looked at Caesar, eyes squinting, gears turning in her head. She literally shot over to him and slamtacklehugged Caesar as well, blurring as a bolt of lightning in midair, "OH MY GOSH YOU'RE UNCLE CEE CEE!"

Oscar looked like he had to hold himself back from punting the child, "Kaiona, sweetie, you need to calm down. We have important business going on right now... C... Your uncle is back, and we need to find out why."

"Uncle Cee Cee, hey, hey, did dying hurt? OH! What did the explosion feel like? Was it hot? Did you get to see other family there? Was my momma there? Oooo! Do you have any new abilities from being there? Where IS there anyway? And what is there? OH HEY! Now that you're back! I'm old enough now. I've got my own provisional license! I could go on a cool mission with you!"

Osuka Aelia Aeldyne EldridSmith Kyrenka

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Ruru and Shard
Devils Tale Bakery



On a market street of downtown. in between the bustling shops of fashion and mercantile. Head down a side street with a sign that only has a spade on it. and you'll be greeted with a bakery. Inside was a slender man well dressed as he stood behind the counter putting bread in an oven before quickly turning around to prepare coffee for a customer. He kept a small smile on his face at all times. And had an almost non mortal serenity to him. This was Shardaken the owner and only chef inside this bakery. As quick to give a small joke as he was to pour you an extra cup of coffee on the house. Though the customer base was small it was quite loyal. You could roughly always see the same people at the same time of day. And he kept track of their favorites as well. Through this serene cafe came a gentle singing voice. The only other employee in the Bakery. Ruru a young woman of the entertaining arts who worked as a performer for the cafe. some may come only to hear her sing. others tried to woo her... but quickly regretted that. One would never think these two could commit crimes or be evil. and yet, little did citizens know. This quaint bakery was the residence of two demons. That of which Shardaken Lucrum,and Rurulian Von Kululian. Why were they here? Why in this city? Why were they working as a simple barista baker and singer. the answer to all these questions was simple. Shard wanted a vacation.

"Okay~ and my next request is "your love is a drug" this is a rather frequent one. oh well~" Ruru happily said as she took her mic again and begun to sing with her gentle voice. As her voice rang out throughout the cafe. her inside thoughts were anything but the same as what she sang. "Lucifer damn idiots! if your here to just sit and watch me sing. then buy a coffee or something dammit! Worthless humans just wasting space. And request a different song once in a while!" She screamed internally as her face kept a gentle smile truly she hated these humans. they few things they did she liked in her opinion. did not equate to balancing all their negatives. But... as her lord said, she wasn't allowed to cause any violence.

"Hmmm it's a slow day for business" shard thought to himself as he poured a cup of tea handing it to a customer. " I wish ruru could change her opinion of them though... no... im lucky she even listens to me" he mumbled to himself taking the fresh baked bread out of one of the many ovens and setting them on a rack. "I just hope we don't have any trouble today " he silently begged to himself as he returned to his work​

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Aia
Location:National park
Interactions: Kyrenka

Aia smiled happily as She was pet, muzzling up into her hand as a few happy clicks came from her. Upon hearing her speak Aia looked between her pray and her mother curiously. Reaching down she gently poked the Lions claws. Thinking that was what her mother was talking about. But the praise was all she needed or cared about. She always desired praise from her mother and dreaded the moments she was scolded or yelled at which in hindsight only made her hunt down praise more from her. Letting out a few little Yips and cute growls of objection at being so throughly looked over despite not a single scratch. If Aia could talk she would happily explain that the cat didn’t even see her coming. it had been lying in a tree when she struck, launching at it from the ground. Her teeth had been deep into the lions neck long before it even knew what happened to it. Still she took the strenuous search for injury as I chance to cuddle her mother a little, even if it made the look over a bit harder.

When her mother gave the go ahead Aia immediately started digging in. Her more predatory ancestry showing as she tore into her kill. Growling viciously as she bit into the chest and violently thrashed her head to get a mouth full only to swallow it hole and go back in for another mouth full while Anne went off to get her disposal system set up. Aia always wondered why Anne had to get rid of what Aia left behind but never questioned it. A good meal was a good meal after all.
​

 

[Aelia Aeldyne]

Starfinger - Aphera Household​

Damn wizards. Always harping on their protocols, always complaining about things they didn’t like. Quick to anger for sure, but I yet had to see a hint of subtlety. Granted, their brand of casting required more fine skill than mine did, but why did they have to splatter it all around like shitty road paint? Nobody complained about the Council of wizards, but I was pretty sure there’d be an uprising if I tried to create a council of warlocks. Where was the issue though? Maybe it was the tentacles, or the potentially hostile extradimensional entities… That I could understand. Yet, all this wizard posturing was getting on my nerves, and Jewel wasn’t even going hard at it. And that was barely one thing…

That Fay kid rubbed me the wrong way somehow. He was talented indeed, but ten thousand kings forbid he was cranky to the extreme; oh, and quite disrespectful of the elders apparently. To be fair I don’t mind being ignored, but that’s only when I’m not doing or saying anything important; being skipped right after trying to smack some sense in a few flared-up casters’ egos felt really unpleasant. Especially when the shit I’m talking about revolves around actually giving a shit about people and other casting traditions. Something that a young, talented and seemingly very promising wizard should actually feel concerned about. What’s he gonna do if he comes across something that only speaks in true names, like the wardens of the Prime Library? Rant at them or try and attack them for it? I’d see a thousand stars die before witnessing someone managing to land a hand or a spell on the wardens.

And that’s not even talking about people just generally ignoring well-founded concern relative to temporal conservation. We had just been brought back, so we ought to avoid slinging magic around like madmen lest we fucking sought to take ten years of temporal backlash directly on the soul. One second could already kill a human, so ten years would probably have sent what’d have been left of our souls to the Zeroth Pit. And gods forbid teleportation; granted, that was hypocritical since I tended to use portals to move around, but I’d fucking not try SPATIAL MAGIC right after being subjected to TEN YEARS worth of temporal displacement. The continuum is a real thing, for Alagadda’s sake! Alida’s magic was about just as bad; summoning and binding was an act of ritual space magic and one that would be etched into the weft of the world, at that. Still, it had lower chances of triggering a temporal resynchronization than teleportation, albeit I wouldn’t take those bets.

Thus, the kid fucking tossed us through the air like pebbles in a slingshot. I’ve got to admit, for an apprentice it was an impressive feat. It would still be one no matter the caliber of the mage, on this world, albeit it was made even more remarkable by the young age of the performer. Judging by the way his emotions were flaring in his aura, he was a sorcerer… arcane, mixed with celestial. A strong bloodline, I had to admit. The act must’ve been quite taxing too – we were about a large handful, and most of us adults and in shape, so no pushovers either. And I’ll say it again, that was some great control from him; readjusting the lift and equilibrium of all of us mid-flight repeatedly required some damn piano power. That wasn’t making me fonder of the kid though; I was actually considering whether or not to summon a shoggoth to teach him respect.

The recipe wasn’t even that hard, I considered as I more or less fell towards the Aphera household. Three pounds of rare meat – with the blood! – followed by three tablespoons’ worth of ash and as much salt, three drops of blood, a needle to lead them all and in the darkness bind them… Old movies rising to memory again – anyway, a needle to bind the energies, and a small ritual circle to draw in the energies to create the beast; I had a few skillets with special bottoms carved with those energy surge circles. Most were bound to Carcosa or Alagadda though. If I remembered correctly, I also had one linked to hell but Hell Shoggoths were pretty poor in my opinion and I largely preferred making Nyogoths when I had to use hell energy.

That said… We had arrived. I managed what passed for a decent landing when you’re busy not looking, or not giving enough shits for the charity counter to actually go up. The Aphera household had seen little change from the outside within the decade, as far as I could tell from where I stood. Not that I ever went in, though… Eh, I might’ve had a few drinking sessions with Oscar and Caesar. I definitely didn’t spend enough time there to recall how the inside looked like anyway; plus, it was not my house, so I’d feel really uncomfortable if I actually remembered how it was inside. That said, I couldn’t think of even one occasion I had invited the twins over to get sloshed at MY house. I had an impressive collection of full bottles though, even though I intrinsically doubted they’d have been able to swallow a single drop from those.

Anyway. Oscar was there, and by the weave he hadn’t changed one iota in ten years. Guess it came with the lot, being a lineage of casters and all. Still, by sheer politeness and reflex I drained whatever extradimensional mana I had left; would not be a good impression to come back a decade later and smash through dozens of wards just because my aura did it for me. Anyway. Oscar looked – comprehensibly – distraught by the situation, and Jewel and Jupiter handled the lot of us inside.

There came the questions. It was obvious that there would have been questions, so I just let out a sigh and answered them machinegunly as they came out of the blue-haired hero’s mouth.

“Henry Keaton reporting – don’t stop me, you know I love that. Last thing I can remember is an explosion about the magnitude of a stellar flare hitting me straight in the face. That was right after one of the masked fucks had killed… your cousin was it? And I turned him into a knitting contest example piece. I feel fine, though I also feel that impending dread of living on a whole goddamn decade of undue time and expecting temporal backlash anytime soon. Abilities working just fine, though obviously not at full power. Jupiter’s summon list has been wiped clean though, and she requires direct healing. Caesar seems fine… As far as I can tell, that is. I’m neither thirsty nor hungry and my head’s not spinning. I could use a beer though, if only to know if I can still piss as you asked. The rest seems to be working fine. You know how I roll about emotions, the day I get some I’m putting them in a golden frame on the wall. And the rest… in check too. Golden Man saw to it. You should rather worry about your wife’s apprentice, Osc. He’s got an aura of grave and it’s making him sick. Other than that, everything is more or less alright, except that there is a fucking crater in the middle of LA, that it looks like nuclear fallout, that you have dyed your hair, and that the three of us have been thrown out of time for a whole damn decade – and no, I’m not being mean about your hair, I like it.”

That said, I took a deep breath and stepped back. Time to let the Aphera deal with Aphera matters. Easier said than done, as another kid burst into the room. So cute; if I had been the parent, I’d have put a freaking stern veto on her going out on missions with Cez though. Kids were kids after all, and thus prone to mistakes pros didn’t make. Anyway. I was done with things to say and things to think about.

[Interactions : Caesar, Fay ( Osuka ), Alida, Jewel, Oscar ( Deathkitten )]

 

[Deathkitten]

Devils Tale Bakery​

Ryuleianna was humming to herself, dressed in casual clothing, just a hoodie and jeans. So comfy. Her wings were folded neatly against her back, and her seraph blade shimmered invisibly on her side. Today was a good day. There was a cute little bakery shop that had an adorable little name. Ryu wanted to go there and try it out for once. Maybe they'd have some tasty food. She hoped they'd have more than just pastries or whatever... maybe some sandwiches? Or coffee? They didn't have coffee in Heaven. That was one thing that she felt they definitely needed to figure out how to make. It was a wonderful liquid.

She definitely got some looks for her wings, but it wasn't like humans didn't know angels existed, so she didn't bother hiding them. It wasn't worth the effort. Michael would probably tell her to hide them if he saw, but her brother could stuff it. What he didn't know wasn't gonna hurt him. At least not in this instance.

She opened the door to the bakery, eyes falling on the singer as she hummed to herself. She sounded nice... and she was pretty cute. So was the person running the counter. Did they only have two employees? Small shop for a big place like LA. She ruffled her wings and stepped up to the counter. Her voice was sweet honey, and her brilliant blue eyes found the menu, "Hello~ I've not been here before. What would you recommend I try?"

Cam E. Leon

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Devils Tale Bakery
​

"Hmmm? oh another customemaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA " shard began to internally scream in fear as he had a cold sweat and did his best to hide his shaky hands. "Why!? COME ON WHY!? I EVEN BEGGED THIS TIME! CANT YOU SHOW AN OUNCE OF MERCY TO THIS PATHETIC DEMON YOU BEARDED BASTARD IN THE SKY!? " he screamed again barely maintaining his smooth calm look about him as she approached the counter. " Hmm? well. Many are regulars here just for coffee. but for a young miss on just a nice day out shopping perhaps something sweeter like a warm cup of tea or a mocha may better suit your taste. As well as our pastries I have some shortbread cookies that go well with tear. Or we do simple cold cuts if you'd desire one. " His voice was silky smooth as it masked his fear well. He could do this... because he'd probably die if he couldn't.

Ruru was not faring any better. While her voice wavered for a second as she saw the angel walk in. She regained her outside composure and began singing again. Her mind was only focused on battle though. " Too many civilians. I'd only end up pissing her off trying to attack her..... and any attack from her would go through me like hot butter. probability of success....1 in a million.... I can't die yet! i just recorded the newest episode of My Little Unicorn! J-just do your best Ruru. You've acted like one of these worthless insects for a whole year. An angel won't make you break character" she said determined as she watched the customer and continued her song before ending it. and transitioning to her next song. Which... ironically was Fallen Angel... DAMN YOU IRONY

Deathkitten

 

[Kyrenka]

~Dr. Anne Beaufort and Aia~
Angeles National Park​

The near sudden shift from an adorable cuddle bug to vicious animal would've been dizzying if Anne hadn't already seen it. Hell, with how experienced she was in herp behavior she was desensitized to the gory sight. In fact, it was fascinating from a scientific perspective. The doctor couldn't help but pause in her work to watch Aia devour the mountain lion. Teeth meant for rending, but not chewing. Makes sense for a carnivore. Can her jaw unhinge though? Can her teeth grow back if she loses them? How strong is her jaw? Alligators have a bite force of 3,700 pounds, can she exceed that? There were so many questions and she wanted to answer them all, but it wasn't right. Aia would do whatever Anne asked whether it was good or bad. It was one thing if she wasn't intelligent, but she was. Anne could tell that the alien would grow to become as intelligent as a human; maybe even more so! For the sake of her own ethics, the dark-haired woman needed Aia to know what she was committing to before having her do more tests. It's what every human experiment required anyways, why should an alien be different? Besides, I don't want to hurt her by accident. It would be too dangerous to do more experiments anyways if Aia couldn't communicate properly.

Glancing at Aia again, Anne smiled at how content the alien looked. She doesn't belong in a lab anyways. Aia needed fresh air and sunshine, not a dark lab and endless tests. Wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, Anne sighed. A lab would have an easier time with the cleanups though. Stabbing the ground with the shovel again, she groaned at how shallow the hole still was. Look on the bright side, it's exercise! Frowning at the hole, Anne started digging again. If I'm not able to bench press Aia in two months then life is officially unfair. There was no way that all of this digging wasn't giving her some sick muscles right now.

((interacting with Daniel Reaving 's Aia))

 

[Deathkitten]

Unknown Location
Jenny and an Unknown Male​

The dark-haired man stretched and groaned as he sat up from a cool rock he was laying against. He looked at Jenny who had just appeared in front of him with a half tilted smile at the corner of his mouth. "Jenny," he drawled, voice deep and attractive, but intimidating and cruel, "Have a fun chat?" A soft southern accent dotted his voice with a telltale tune.

"I've gotta say... I didn't expect such a... figure from your past to walk its way right back into your life... or is it slither?" he smiled a toothy grin down at her from his perch, teeth a perfect white that stood out in stark contrast to his black mess of hair, "I suppose I have every right to be a little jealous, don't I? A man's right to be jealous when he sees his woman... talking around with her ex. Think of what our sweet little daughter would think if she saw such a thing."

He laughed, a cackle, like a demonic crow, a short show of his insanity or evil, whichever it was. "I think it might be a little fun to mess with the man though! Don't you?" he suggested as he stood up off the rock and hopped down to meet the phantom. Unfortunately for Jenny, however, it seemed she wasn't nearly as incorporeal wherever here was. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and used his thumb to tilt her jaw up. Her hands went to his chest defensively. He didn't seem to care, and kissed a line down from the corner of her jaw to her collarbone. Each kiss left a trail of energy until she was shuddering and softly gasping at the touch.

He grinned and scooped her into his arms.

Osuka ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Devils Tale Bakery​

"Ope! Sorry if I startled you a little bit. Didn't even think about it much!" Ryu giggled, smiling sweet as can be as she hid her wings from view, shifting them away entirely. "There," she said, "Better? I noticed the look your singer gave me for a split second. Heh. I should really be more considerate. I don't want to take the attention away from her beautiful voice, after all." She hmmmmmed at the menu for a moment longer, "Right! I think I'll have your strongest coffee. Strong enough for a demon!" she giggled, referencing the name like the dork she was, "And then... let's see... can I add a few pumps of cane sugar to it, a few pumps of caramel, and oooh, maybe a little vanilla?"

She bit her lip and sighed, "Food... food... hm. How about some cold cuts like you mentioned. Sourdough bread if you've got it, whichever meat you recommend, and... mayo and mustard on it. Oh! Forgot. Cheese. Right. Eh. Pick whichever cheese you think would go best. I trust you."

With that, she paid, then moved over to listen to the woman sing. She really did have a wonderful voice. Ryu put in her own recommendation, I See Fire, the Celtic Woman version.

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Cam E. Leon

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Aia
Location: LA Woods
Interactions: Kyrenka

Aia tore into the lion happily. From her little time with her mother she at least learned a few manners. Doing her best to keep as clean as possible and not get to covered in blood. Despite her attempts at keeping clean she still picked the meat clean in a little amount of time. Leaving only the bones and everything from the stomach down. Taking a slightly curled up seat beside her kill as she slicked at her blood stained lips to clean them. Happy little clicks and grunts surfaced from her as she cleaned her lips and hands as best she could. though she did her best she never could get the staining of the blood out with just her tongue. Usually relying on her mother to help finish cleaning up. Once she finished her cleaning she reached over grabbing the rib cage of the lion and setting it aside with the skull. The rest she circled with her tail to gather it up in a pile. Immediately she noticed a good bit of meat still on one of the legs and grabbed it. Shoving the bone into her mouth to knaw at Till she could eat the rib cage and skull.

happy with her pile she did her best to drag it over to Anne. Back tracking a good many times as pieces fell out or the pile slipped from her tail but eventually she managed to drag it over to Anne. A bright smile on her lips as she got it to Anne’s side. Though she never understood why Anne did what she did to the remains she knew the routine and wanted to at least help her mom. The leg still hanging from her teeth, gently knawing at the bone happily as she waited for praise from her mom for helping clean up​

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Devils tale Bakery​

Shard nodded smiling. "Very well. I shall do my best. " he said as ruru switched to the next song which was ryu's choice. "Hmm let us prepare the cold cut. Sourdough huh.. well let's go with a well aged bresaola to give an aromatic flavor, something to complement the meat... a simple mix of white cheddar and Manchego. a blend of the sharpness of cheddar and the rich buttery taste of the manchego should work well. And with that simply add the condiments. " he thought to himself before preparing her sandwich. He then moved onto her coffee. Freshly ground Death wish coffee should do the trick. Add the cane sugar and caramel. then a swirl of vanilla should do the trick. Finished with the coffee and cold cut. Ruru keeping her voice steady and not wavering in her singing. promptly stepped off her small stage and walked over taking the cold cut and coffee and delivering it to Ryus table. Then began Shards magnum opus. An angel she may be, but that would not deter Shards business ethic. He quickly brewed a latte as he grabbed a fresh pot of frothed milk he prepared. He quickly began his work. and in less than 3 minutes he was done. What stood before him was an excellent latte Art. " Truly me greatest skill. It took me forever to master this. But my power in latte foam art has exceeded any before me! Not even Lucifer himself could outdo me in this field Ahahahahahah!!!!" Shard smugly thought striking a pose that while he thought was cool... Just made others think he was a weirdo. And Ruru, once again stepped off her stage walking up to the counter her eyes close calmly as she hit the climax of the song. Promptly proceeded to backhand shard across the face so hard he pirouetted. Cleaning shards face of his stupidity. Ruru walked back to her stage calmly
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Shard groaned slightly rubbing his cheek as he took the cup carefully and delivered it to ryu. "A-apologies for that scene. I tend to get a bit... eccentric in my craft. Ruru has deemed it necessary to ...curb my enthusiasm as to not scare off customers. " shard lied knowing full well Ruru smacked him just because she wanted to. "As it is your first time in the store. we offer a free Latte art drink. I remember everyone's faces. So i believe it necessary to make polite first impressions. Please enjoy your time here. And although you may be an angel. Please remember, Gluttony is a sin, but do indulge yourself, for we are all sinners within the Devil's Tale Bakery "he said giving a small bow of apologies before heading behind the counter. Cleaning up the small mess he made due to Rurus slap. "Were so going to die today..... I couldn't stop myself. Smacking My lords Dumb face is natural reaction! .....At least ill be killed by someone with good taste in music " Ruru thought to herself as she accepted the possible fate that was to come.

Deathkitten