Futuristic The Astra Veda - Prologue [ The Astra Conference ]

[Damafaud]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"]GM - The Guards [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Seat of the Crown Plaza [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Helmet Guy (Remi) [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255,255,225); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Damn it damn it damn it! There was nothing wrong with the identification card Desin Odolo provided. The face was a typical one among Manu Central residents, and the photo had been updated recently from the fact that it perfectly matched the person holding the card. Meekin couldn't be sure without making a proper scan, but there was nothing that warrant him to do so. In another word, the fucker Desin Odolo was a model citizen if you ignore his helmet centered fashion sense. That was exactly why Meekin was pissed off. Although his face didn't show it, his heart was cursing loudly. Now that he had used his chance to make random security check, he would seriously need to guard his post. Without break. Until four in the afternoon. While his inside was wretched, Meekin gave the identification card another look before grudgingly return it to Desin Odolo. Dany held the scanner, so he couldn't do a card scan even if he wanted to. "Everything seems alright." Fuck you. "Enjoy the conference, good sir." Gah! Can't you look nervous so I can give you a body check?! Despite his grumblings and hostile intention, there was nothing Meekin could do without concrete ground for suspicion. He greeted the 'model citizen' good bye before returning to his post with a scowl. Recon has successfully avoided suspicion! Huzzah! [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: white ; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[June Verles]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Kirk | Biological Vampire [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Everyone in the booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Dreawin Epiphany Lexielai ChazGhost Seraph Darkfire [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Unfortunately for Kirk's new conversation partner, his attention was taken by the exhibit. That basically meant that any attempt to communicate with him would at best be met with an uninterested "Oh really" or at worse with an angry, disgruntled grunt. But could you blame him? It's the first time he's even heard about a machine that measured an Astra's "power level" if that even existed. Astras by their very nature were diverse, and consequentially very hard to measure in a reliable way. Hell, he assumed it was probably some standard physical examination featuring lasers. My, how wrong was Kirk was, a lot to say the very least. As the intensity of the light rose, Kirk could only reach into his pocket and take out another one of his iconic tomato juice cartons, sipping the contents as he stared intently as if he was at a movie. However as soon shit began to hit the fan, Kirk resulted to simply bite the carton sucking it dry. With new found strength he lifted the table off the ground and roundhouse kicked towards the text chamber in an attempt to block whatever was incoming. In vain, however, as the explosion soon literally busted in the room and easily shattered the table leaving Kirk to jump back onto the roof in an instinctive struggle to keep alive. Despite that as soon as the storm passed he opened his eyes to find that he was... fine? "Nice." a somewhat modest reaction for someone who survived an explosion unscathed, followed by him dropping from the roof and dusting the non-existent dust off his clothes. "I assume they attempted to text Ayodhya 1's power by sending an impulse of energy into her and measuring the feedback, and she pumped back a bit more than they were expecting, which explains the residue." Responding to Maxwell's query." At least I assume, this is the first time I've experienced this as well. Speaking of first aid though..." he finished as he approached the crater in which Jakob's body resided. Bending down to have a better look he began evaluating his condition, after a quick inspection he gave his diagnosis. "No one here seemed to suffer any damage from the explosion itself. Meaning that most of the damage was from the impact, which shouldn't pose more than a bruise for an Astra so he just needs to be woken up.". With that in mind, he pulls his hand back as far as he could preparing to slap him into consciousness. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #900C3F ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

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"There are different kinds of darkness, There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful, There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good."

Location: The Seat of Crown Plaza

Mentions: Lexielai Epiphany ChazGhost

Mood: Scared, Angry, a bit Manic, Serious

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Energy struck him, tearing into his body and ignoring his clothes like it wasn't even there. Fear lanced through and something deep within him called for help. With a twist, all of the shadows in the room suddenly pointed towards him, as if they were being pulled. Underneath him, his own shadow surged up and around him like a thin egg, the black energy clashing against the energy trying to invade him even as he was knocked back into the corner of the room. After everything was over, he was still kneeling in the corner, surrounded by shadows. To everyone else, it was like that corner of the room was untouchable by light. It was as if that corner of the room had just ceased to exist.

As his diagnostics came back clean, informing him that his clothes hadn't been majorly damaged, he slowly stood up, all of the shadows in the room returned to their original positions and his corner was filled with the same emergency lightning as the rest of the room. Underneath his hat he gave a soft sigh of relief that he hadn't been forced to deal with these people without his clothes. With his mind getting back to normal, he quickly began to check the feed from his constant recording. He really hoped he'd gotten all of that, it was worth studying.

His eyes locked onto the crystal that Ayodhya 1 had recently dropped. A large amount of very terrifying energy had just come from her and she drops something worth a large amount of study?! With a burst of confidence, he strode towards the woman before stopping in front of her, kneeling down to pick up the crystal. The energy had ignored his defenses like they weren't even there. That was terrifying! He was going to rip this thing apart studying it, he had to be protected from everything...absolutely everything! If something could bypass his armor this easily, something else could and that would make it useless. That would not happen. He'd find all of its secrets.
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[Lexielai]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] E4 [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Seat of the Crown Plaza[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open; Remi[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]As Meekin’s back receded into the sea of festival goers, a brief lull spread through the air. The tension from that close encounter had reached its peak, but it did not disperse immediately. Rather the uneasy mood escaped in steady waves, like a deflating balloon. “Well, that was a close one,” said a raspy voice. It came from beside Remi, and its source was a surprising one. There, seemingly out of nowhere, stood a figure cloaked in darkness. Its only distinguishing features were a complete lack of features, except for a pair of glowing yellow eyes. They looked curiously at Remi, and their slitted pupils made them resemble a snake inspecting its prey. It stood still for a moment. By height alone, it was neither tall nor short; the figure stood at approximately five feet and eight inches, or one hundred and seventy-two centimeters. Neither did it radiate any hostile intent, but perhaps that was exactly what gave it such an unsettling presence. It was simply too casual, as if sneaking up on an alert Astra in broad daylight were as simple as an afternoon stroll. Upon closer inspection, the darkness surrounding it appeared to not be a mere trick of the light. Rather, its form seemed to seethe and shimmer like a matte black flame. Even its cloak appeared to be made of shadow made manifest. When it spoke, air currents spread and delivered its message, yet there was no mouth or origin point. Speaking of which, it shifted onto its other leg and continued, “Oh, I’ve been rude, haven’t I? I haven’t even introduced myself. Forgive me, firstly for my negligence and secondly for my reticence. Regretfully, I cannot tell you my full name yet. Feel free to call me E4; that’s what I go by." Despite the raspiness, there were the signs of a surprisingly sophisticated etiquette in its tone. It raised two shadowy appendages and seemed to press them together, in a typical show of respect. There was nothing strange about it, but it was rather formal and out of place for the situation. “I was hoping to run into you today, Recon. You are one of the many people I hoped to meet before the day was done,” it said, and there was nothing to suggest a change in its expression. Yet there was an unusual instinct that said it was smiling toothily at Remi. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: darkslategray; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Central (Crown Plaza)[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Damafaud , Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]"Thank you, have a good day," replied the ruse of a personality, one last smile appearing as the man accepted his ID card, tucked it back within the folds of his clothing, and reached up to shroud his face behind the tinted visor once more. As quickly as he had been stopped, he was off again, shifting through the crowd toward the conference dome as something seemed to go wrong at the Tesseract booth. "Holy shit, dude," one of his handlers said, letting out a long howl of a relieved sigh, "I thought you were gonna get picked up." "Not today," Recon replied, the feeds returning to his interior projections as he looked over what he missed. "Got a highlight for you over here," said the other, footage from the moments-ago incident appearing atop the others. "Any idea what could have, um, gone wrong with this?" The Astra studied the footage, brow furrowed as he slowly scrubbed back and forth. "...I'm more concerned that they have proper averages for this. It makes me wonder how many people they've actually managed to test in order to create a measurement system." The strange lights, the crystal--sure, they were important, that much was obvious. Yet, their mystical nature came as no surprise, considering the strange new world that seemingly had been opened up overnight. That wasn't something that he was in the proper circumstances to gather data on, and the devastation within the booth made it quite clear that there was no machinery operational. Even if he picked through the wreckage and found an intact drive, there was no telling whether or not that excess energy would have wiped the storage systems. But, maybe if they had more of those physical sheets... Recon's head jerked to the side as he heard a voice that could have only been directed to him. It was times like this that he was thankful he had his helmet; though he kept his body language as neutral as possible, his surprised expression upon seeing just who was beside him was something that could only be hidden by his darkened visor. The figure, seemingly, had chosen a rather opportune time to appear; Remi had shifted past the major crowd of festival-goers, and if any stray passerby somehow managed to spot this strange entity, it appeared so relaxed despite the lack of daylight surrounding it that Remi could only assume that it couldn't care less. The man's mind kicked up into a whirlwind as his name--even if it wasn't his real one--was mentioned. He had been so careful, so thorough when it came to his rare physical escapades, that knowing who he was, even in disguise, was something he would have thought impossible. Even his watchful helpers seemed stunned into silence. It took several moments after the figure had concluded its introduction for Remi to speak, his modulator returning to its default setting, and pitched low for the sake of keeping their conversation subtle. "...For what reason, and why in public?" 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[Lexielai]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] E4 [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Seat of the Crown Plaza[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Remi[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]“Worried about me? There’s no need. Nobody’s interested in looking at us for the next few moments,” the figure said. It spread out a shadowy appendage towards the people around and, indeed, their attention seemed to be attracted to something else. The developments at the Tesseract Medical Exhibition, and the resulting lightshow, had caught their attention. “Tesseract's hubris actually made quite an opportune moment for me by giving me an opening to speak to you. It’s always nice to see those in power make a mistake, and fall down once in awhile, no?” it continued, waving its shadowy appendage out in what seemed to be an expressive gesture. The figure tilted its head. “In any case, I was hoping to discuss a possible business relationship with you. If you’re interested, then I think we should continue somewhere a little more private.” Its words were innocent enough, like a casual acquaintance at a networking event. There was, once again, no indications of an expression on its mein, yet even so it seemed as if its toothy grin grew wider. The figure extended out a shadowy appendage towards Remi in invitation, as if asking for him to take it. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: darkslategray; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

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"There is darkness inside all of us, though mine is more dangerous than most. Still, we all have it—that part of our soul that is irreparably damaged by the very trials and tribulations of life. We are what we are because of it, or perhaps in spite of it. Some use it as a shield to hide behind, others as an excuse to do unconscionable things. But, truly, the darkness is simply a piece of the whole, neither good nor evil unless you make it so. "

Location: The Seat of Crown Plaza

Mentions: Lexielai Epiphany ChazGhost

Mood: Calm

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Valta lifted his head from gazing at the crystal. He should apologize to Ayodhya 1 for acting so aggressively, there was a limit to rudeness after all. However, when he looked up, she was gone. Turning around to the others, he found that they were gone too. He was left alone in this room..? He looked back down to the crystal and blinked when he saw that it too was gone. Not only that, but his gloves were gone. His bare hands were visible...and yet...he felt nothing. No worries or panic...it was a strange feeling.

Looking over his body showed that all of his clothing had vanished, replaced by a simple black shawl that draped across his shoulders. Slowly he turned, observing as the room fell away into darkness, as if it was crumbling and being devoured. Then he was left standing in the darkness, emptiness as far as he could see.

Turning once more, he found a person there with him. Clothes and hair as dark as the world around them, yet he stood out, defined by the darkness. Their back was to Valta but he could catch the soft white of their skin through their hair "Hey...where am I?"

No answer. He hated not having any answers. He strode towards the person and reached for them.

The figure turned and Valta knew their name.

Then the man vanished as quickly as he'd appeared, the leaving just Valta and the Darkness around him. Then there was a scream and his world was filled with light. For the first time in this world, Valta felt afraid.

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The Cloaked Man stood up after picking up the crystal, his hand slowly squeezing the object "There is too much light in this room...too many people..." without any warning, a shard of darkness shot out from his shadow, piercing the emergency lights with pinpoint accuracy. As the lights began to fail, darkness rolled out from under his cloak "So bright...too much...fall into the endless slumber of my shadow" his voice was a whisper but filled the room like the darkness around him.

His hand swung out towards Maia, shadows around his fingers turning into sharp blades as he targeted her. Just for a moment, before the darkness enclosed even his eyes, Maia was able to see a red diamond sitting on the center of his forehead.

At the same time, more spikes shot out from underneath his body, piercing towards the Astra in the room. Then the emergency lights went out and the room was thrust completely into darkness.

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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Central (Crown Plaza)[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] "Oh fuck." "Dude, just get outta there, you're not gonna take this thing are you?" "This is a trap man, oh my god." "Calm down." Even despite the increased pandemonium taking place in the booth, Remi could not help but be drawn toward the figure before him; it was too early to tell whether or not his more immediate concern was related to the live feed, and he certainly couldn't tell whether or not this figure was someone he could consider trustworthy. The instructions for his seer-spiders remained in the back of his mind, but his current situation demanded due concentration all the same. He was uncertain, but he was intrigued. Intrigued, solely because this figure seemed to know more than he did. And though such a state was definitely a danger, as far as he was concerned, it was also something of a promise. His helmet turned down slowly to the offered "hand;" there was no telling what touching such a being would actually do to him. Yet, he slowly reached out his hand, having assured that a few of his machines were looking ever so slightly in their direction. If he moved, they'd shadow him. If something else happened, then at least he'd have the objective truth of the matter on record.

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The lights shattered, going out and shrouding the room in complete darkness. As far as a small spider bot was concerned, this meant that there was no better time to make a move. Two clicks as the optical units shifted, allowing proper vision even despite the darkness of the room. The small, swift machine ducked out of the vent as the pandemonium began, passing along the walls with frenzied speed as it kept its elevated position. The place was one hell of a mess, and if this seemingly unprovoked aggression was going to continue, then it was only going to get messier. Step one. Doctor Tesseract. The machine dipped low, spinning out one of its cables and swinging widely through the air toward the man before he could get too far. Another click as the drone briefly substituted one mode of vision for another, looking for any technology, cards, or solid state data storage on the man's person as it hung from the ceiling just above him. More spiders poured in through the now lifeless fans, waiting in the vent for further instructions. Step two. Emergency system scans. If the emergency lights were on at first, then something in this rig had to be functional. The question was what. The spiders pushed outward, scrambling along the walls as they traced the live wires flowing to now-dead bulbs, weaving their way toward whatever emergency generator might still be functional. For years, humans had placed black boxes within reach of any remotely dangerous machinery; the doctor's lack of anger or sadness at the loss of his lab seemed to show hope in this regard, and Remi knew like none other that Tesseract was not a place for fools. If the computers were fried, then that failsafe--if it existed--was the only way of recovering any remaining data.

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"...Alright, fine." Recon looked back up, and reached forward to clasp the figure's hand, expecting some amount of tangibility. The other two had to keep tabs on the spiders; whatever happened in that booth was now in their hands. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #1E90FF; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Lexielai]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Seven [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open; Rissa, Maia, Valta[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Epiphany Seraph Darkfire [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Seven stood by her princess’ side. “Milady, are you hurt?” she queried, taking Lady Clarissa’s hands in hers and inspecting them closely. Her princess snorted. “I’m fine, Seven. Really. More importantly, we should check in on Maia. Who knows what other explosions she’s going to cause?” she said with good humor in her voice, and that hint of seriousness which Seven rarely saw. Her princess was worried about Ayodhya 1. After a long moment, and after Seven was finally satisfied with her inspections, she acquiesced to the suggestion. “Understood, milady,” Seven said, taking her place by the princess’ side while the latter strode towards the central chamber. Then something struck her as odd, and Seven immediately stepped forward, placing her own body between the chamber and the princess. Her blue eyes scanned the figure cloaked in black that rushed past them and towards the crystal lying on the floor. “Valta? What’s going on?” her princess asked casually from behind her. Seven knew Lady Clarissa was curiously scanning the scenario, but she could not bring herself to be so at ease. A cold feeling prickled at the back of Seven’s neck, like the pinpoint of a needle. It was instinct; the long-developed product of hundreds of calculations within her brain, compared meticulously to the many accumulated data points within her memory to reach a conclusion faster than the consciousness could realize. It told her that there was something very, very dangerous here. And, indeed, that conclusion proved to be correct as Valta bent down to take hold of the crystal. When he rose, Seven saw someone completely different in his place. Her hands blurred, and there was a flash of white light. There was now a long, gleaming katana gripped tightly within her palms as she dashed forward. While a melee weapon was not necessarily the most ideal, a firearm had too great a risk of friendly fire in such close quarters. Especially when she was unsure of the capabilities of the enemy. In this scenario, the sword offered more control over the resulting battle. She raised it defensively even as she sensed movement behind her. There was a sudden boom of displaced air as something heavy rushed past her eyes, leaving behind a small shockwave in its wake. Panic bloomed in Seven’s heart, and she pushed forward faster. Her blade was ready when the shadow spikes came, and she expertly deflected them without missing a step, yet her eyes grew wide. An impact hit her that felt like it stopped her heart. There, standing face to face with the shadow, was Lady Clarissa. Her boots smoked with the sheer force that propelled her forward faster than the eye could see. Her hands tightly gripped Aydohya 1’s body, wrenching the other woman back from Valta’s sudden surprise attack. Pure, iron determination shone in the princess’ eye even as her teeth clenched together in pain. This was because she had left her side exposed during her rapid maneuver, and Valta’s bladed hands had left deep gashes in her side. “RISSA!” Seven shouted in fear and disbelief. The world appeared to move in slow motion around her, and Seven’s eyes watched the bright red trails of blood from the princess’ wound paint the air red. Lady Clarissa fell back onto one foot, pushing Ayodhya 1 farther from the enemy as more shadow spikes came rushing out. Her body twisted to dodge, and her boot glowed with a faint red power at it knocked aside another, yet there were too many to fully avoid. One broke through and pierced through her shoulder, throwing Lady Clarissa onto her back with its sheer force. In an instant, Seven arrived in front of the princess’ form with her sword in hand. Her blade cut a furious trail through the remaining spikes in her way, mincing the shadows made manifest into pieces. When a lull appeared in the battle, Seven dropped onto one knee while her sword faded into white light. Her fingers tucked under the princess’ arms as the latter struggled to sit up, and Seven lifted her as gently as a mother would their child. Her hands effortlessly ripped off severals pieces of cloth attached to her dress—made of real silk, and not the synthetic material that made for her armor—and then wrapped and bound them around Lady Clarissa’s wounds in a few smooth motions. The motions were unimpeded even as the room plunged into darkness. “Ayodhya 1,” Seven said. Her tone was soft, yet it carried through the air. It was different from how it had once been. Her voice before was a dispassionate cold, the formal sound of a professional. Now there was real ice in those words. The faint, almost physical prickling of murderous intent rippled away from her form. “Cover us. I will escort her to safety.” Seven looked up at Ayodhya 1 with crimson stained hands and bright blue eyes that glowed in the darkness. She paid no heed to the spreading warmth around her arms, or the growing red stain on her once spotless dress, as she gently cradled the princess. “You don’t have to be such a mom…” she heard Lady Clarissa grumble weakly. Seven ignored it, because she was too afraid of what she would say if she allowed her feelings to be voiced out loud.[/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: SkyBlue; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Epiphany]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Maia Asim [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open; see below[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText]See below[/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Dreawin The voice of the freckled brunette drew Maia's attention, and it's the first time she noticed the other girl's presence in the Medical Booth. Rosalie had passed without notice until now, but the obvious fear and alarm on her face drew Maia the way she'd been trained to react. Still standing in the blasted booth, Ayodhya 1 raised her hands and spread her palms out wide. "Look at this place. I don't know what happened to us, maybe we're okay but don't you want to know we're not...I don't know, irradiated or something?" When Rosalie started to back off, as if looking for an exit, Maia sighed but made no move to stop her. Any doctor a Grounder could see didn't give a damn about them. She could hardly blame anyone else for not trusting in medicine. ChazGhost The martial artist she'd met with Rissa and Seven looked about as stunned as she felt. His questions were good questions, though. Maia glanced down at her black uniform, the DuraWeave composite unsurprisingly unmarked. It'd been made to hold up to its wearer's extraordinary feats of strength after all. "I think I'm okay," she said back to Maxwell. "But yes, we definitely need to get a medical team in here. I, uh..." His next question made Maia come up short and she sighed. "I don't know what happened. I thought it was working fine until it exploded." Except for the voice. Except for that enormous weight. And then the vision. dwif Noticing a body crumpled over against the wall, Maia pointed him out. "Hey, can someone take a look at that guy, make sure he's still breathing?" June Verles The blonde well-dressed man with the strange red eyes then made an alarming observation that arrested Maia from stepping out of the testing chamber to assist the downed individual who'd been thrown into a wall and hadn't moved yet. Her gaze shifted over to him as he replied to Maxwell. "You think I had something to do with this?" Shit. If he was thinking it, it wouldn't be long before others did as well. This could be a major issue for the Ministry by the next news cycle. She had to nip this in the bud. "I have a feeling this is the first time anyone's experienced this. They did say it was a prototype. The same might have happened to any of us who'd gone first." Though Kirk had been the one to make the concerning statement, she smiled in approval as he checked out Jakob's body. "Good, I'm glad to hear he's alright." Seraph Darkfire Truth be told, Maia was still a bit shaken up from her experience in the testing chamber. Then seeing the destruction that might have been caused by her, as well as talking to her fellow Astras and trying to head off a potential PR disaster for the Ministry of District Security. As a result, she barely paid any attention to the man shrouded entirely in concealing robes, assuming he was some Astra with something to hide. Which, at the moment, seemed like the least of her concerns. Maia's concerns changed radically in the next moment. As the Cloaked Man stood up beside her, Maia turned at the sound of his voice. Then the lights went out. His hand swung for her and Maia reacted out of reflex, hurling herself to the side. Super strength or not, she wasn't invulnerable and she'd had enough cartels shoot at her to know the first rule of taking the enemy down was to survive whatever they tried to do to you. At the same time, she reflexively looked towards Rissa and Seven. Novelty booths aside, the Ministry had sent her here with a purpose. And if that Cloaked Figure took a shot at her charge, there'd be hell to pay. Lexielai Except someone else had already paid hell off for her. The very woman she was tasked with protecting caught her, somehow caught her and took the potentially lethal attack meant for Maia herself. Ayodhya 1 yelled in surprise and outrage, reaching for Rissa but not quite fast enough to avoid being shoved out of the way by the princess. She ooofed as she hit the slightly fried insulation covering the metal flooring beneath the testing chamber. Reflexes again kicked in and Maia came out of her roll into a crouch. Just in time to witness Rissa take another hit, only to be saved by Seven's sudden and dramatic intervention. When the other woman promptly swept the princess off her feet and cleared the field of battle, Maia nodded sharply in Seven's direction and said, "You got it." Then Ayodhya 1 slammed both of her hands through the insulation into the metal flooring beneath the testing chamber. A horrendous shriek filled the Tesseract Medical Examination Booth as steel frames and bolted panels yielded under the Astra's impossible strength. Her fingers caught the FlexSteel composite frame of the experimental chamber itself, designed to bear any amount of weight and ground excess power in case of an emergency. Perfect. A second later, Maia lifted and the entire testing chamber complete with the Cloaked Figure tipped over inside the booth. For anyone standing outside the booth, very likely part of the roof just collapsed inwards.[/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #336BFF; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Lexielai]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] E4 [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Unknown[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Remi[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Touching the figure’s hand was like trying to grip flowing water. It was cool to the touch, and there was certainly substance to the appendage, yet it equally seemed to slip out of Remi’s grasp with every moment. There was a moment when the figure nodded, and then they were submerged in darkness. Remi’s connections cut out. Even his link to his spiders was gone, just as it was when he was powerless so long ago. The world, for a long second, was both ephemeral and viscous at once. There was no light, and it felt as if the surface of the world had fallen out from underneath his feet. Yet, there was no gut lurching churn in the stomach; no desperate sense of freefall. Merely a comfortable flow as something rushed past, like he were submerged underwater and dragged through the sea. Then the promise of light returned. Remi was no longer in the same place he stood in a moment ago. Some rays of light streamed in through a nearby window, and bathed the long table standing in the center of the room. It appeared to be a conference room of some sort, judging by its slick, professional appearance and long array of seats on both sides of the table. The connection returned to his equipment, and so did his link to his machines. The figure turned its gaze to him. “The「 Shadow Step 」takes some getting used to. Don’t worry if you feel a little nauseous. It’s only natural—would you like some water?” It pushed forward a jar of water, and a glass cup, that had already been sitting on the table. It appeared that E4 was well prepared. “I also have one more request. Could you please terminate your outside connections, and whatever recording devices you are using? I’d like to have a face-to-face conversation, but alas…” the figure trailed off. It seemed to wave its hand through the air, trying to express something. “...a certain trust is required. I’ve been true to my word so far, no?” [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: darkslategray; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]??? (Meeting Room)[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Remi had anticipated the disappearance of his connections. What he didn't quite expect was getting them back. He stumbled for a moment, his coordination aided by the devices on his legs after catching himself upon the table. Nausea was a familiar feeling for the ill, and he knew that he could stomach it despite a slight dry-heave; the confusion placed upon his mind by the sudden displacement was of far greater concern. Immediately, he looked to the window, staring outward for several moments. He needed a moment to place himself; this city was vast, far too vast for a mere skyline to give him any indication of direct location, but perhaps the architecture and weather patterns would suffice for marking the district. Slowly, his helmeted head turned downward at the sound of sliding glass. For a few moments, the water almost seemed foreign; its clarity did well to entice, but Recon had a policy when it came to public appearances. As far as he was concerned, this was still very much "public." Remi eased off of the table, his arms returning to his side. He elected to ignore the glass entirely, doing very little to acknowledge the figure's offering. "You can have my word that I won't record anything," he replied, following a pause; he was willing to allow a lilting touch of honor among apparent thieves, but the interrupting of business was a more delicate subject. The termination of his feeds; there was something to lose by doing so, and what there was to gain was unclear. "As for my incoming connections, I am at present observing the completion of some extremely sensitive business, and would like to ensure that all goes well." It was a light, yet perhaps unsubtle prodding of the shadow's willingness to insist. "The fact that you are aware of me means that I have made an impression, perhaps born from competency; the methods which I use to assure this competency are ones which, by your grace, I would hope to maintain." A bluff borne upon the wings of truth. Was there necessity? No, no there was not, merely preference, assuming, of course, that his assistants were capable of handling the matter on their own. Remi's doubts on such were minimal, but he appreciated the ease applied by an open feed. "I'm sure that you, or whomever you work for, would be most unwilling to compromise their methods of business. Especially in a society with such..." He waved a hand vaguely, the motion nearly conductorial in nature. "Unforgiving security, let's say." [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #1E90FF; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Lexielai]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] E4 [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]The Crown Conference Hall[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Remi[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]The figure tilted its head. “...It seems you still don’t trust me. I suppose that can’t be helped. We did only just meet. Still, I hope you would be at ease.” It stepped forward a few paces to the window, and pressed its shadowy appendage to a button underneath. The blinds tilted, revealing the visage of a beautiful blue and orange sky, and a busy plaza down below. “We haven’t traveled very far,” it said, pointing outside with a dark, straightened limb like a teacher with a pointer stick. Upon closer inspection, the scene below did appear to match the appearance of the Seat of the Crown Plaza. But the angles were different from before. Reversed, or flipped around. Then the answer became clear; they must have traveled inside the Conference Hall. But, judging by the height and the clear view of the sky, they must have been in one of the top levels of the building. That meant they must have traveled at least fifty stories into the air in that brief moment within the darkness. “Hmmmm...what would he do?” the shadow muttered to itself, touching its shadowy limb to its face. There were no fingers to grasp with nor a chin to wrap around, so the gesture ended up looking more comical than thoughtful. Its yellow eyes turned to Remi. “Aha!” it rasped, and reached within the folds of its cloak. It pulled out a datapad from within, and clicked it on, before sliding it across the table towards Remi. “I must insist on the same security precautions before we begin, but perhaps this will convince you that we are worth doing business with.” Glowing on the datapad’s holographic projection was a familiar symbol. One that Remi had seen many times before. Underneath it were the corresponding words, laid out in clear font: TESSERACT MEDICAL INC. “I’ll let you take a look at that for a few minutes,” the shadow said, stepping towards the door. “If you’re no longer interested, then you are welcome to leave. But if I return and still find you here, then I can only presume that we'll begin doing business.” It shrugged, as if entirely indifferent to his ultimate decision. With a hiss, the door opened, and the shadow stepped through and out of sight. The datapad, however, remained. And a brief scroll through its table of contents revealed that this was no ordinary document. That was because, written here, was a list of every installation and facility operated by Tesseract Medical. Most of them were well known to Remi, and to the public. There were dozens of those offices, spread out all across Trinity. Then there were the research labs, which included a few more well hidden or subtle operations that had inevitably found their way into Remi’s information network at some point in the past. But there were a few here that, perhaps, surprised even Recon. That was because there were five facilities that he had very little information on if any at all. At least three of them were places he had never caught wind of before, yet it was the last one that was most interesting. It was a simple entry, with merely the title, the name of the director, and a short description below that. But it was tied to something Remi had been searching for for a long time. PROJECT ASHVIN. In the legends of the Faith, the twin deities known as the Ashvins were the doctors of the god. It was said that they could heal even mortal wounds; cure any and all disease. They were the sunrise after the long night who appeared in the sky, riding a golden chariot, and averted the misfortunes that befell mankind. Remi’s disease was a medical rarity; a terminal illness that even wealth could not fully resolve. Yet Tesseract Medical was, according to Remi’s sources, on the verge of a breakthrough. The only issue was that their data and experiments were conducted with the utmost secrecy, and concealed from even Recon’s prying eyes. The information on it simply did not exist. It was as if the hints and rumors were specters, images projected by his hopeful mind. Yet here it was. The proof that his efforts were not in vain after all. The clear, physical proof that there was hope for him after all. Underneath, buried in the short description of the facility's function which only served to confirm Remi’s suspicions, was a location. It read vaguely: Central 0. 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[Seraph Darkfire]

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"There is darkness inside all of us, though mine is more dangerous than most. Still, we all have it—that part of our soul that is irreparably damaged by the very trials and tribulations of life. We are what we are because of it, or perhaps in spite of it. Some use it as a shield to hide behind, others as an excuse to do unconscionable things. But, truly, the darkness is simply a piece of the whole, neither good nor evil unless you make it so. "

Location: The Seat of Crown Plaza

Mentions: Lexielai Epiphany ChazGhost _Line 213

Mood: Scared

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Valta was scared. He was sitting curled up in an alleyway, unsure of how he'd gotten there or where his clothes were. Fear radiated off of him in waves. What was worse, he didn't know how to get home. He should have known how to get to his house from any possible place, he always made sure to know that information. Where was he. He missed his mom...

The sound of trashcans hitting the ground made him jump, a soft whimper coming from his lips. Then the sound of foot steps came towards him. With a short yelp, he hopped up and took off running, down infinite alleyways, shadows reaching out for him, clawed hands and gaping maws. No more, no more..

"No more!" he yelled, clamping his hands against his ears as he ran. He hated this, he was so weak and everything was so terrifying. The darkness didn't help, only made it worse. He didn't want this, didn't want to be afraid.

"Help me"

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He paused in his attacks as he felt the figures scurrying around inside of his darkness, observing each of their actions. Rissa was quick to react, and Maia was the same but it was Seven that drew his attention. The amount of energy she gave off in the initial moments of his attack was far greater than the others. His fingers danced across screens only visible to him as he made a note of the various abilities that each used "Countermeasures" he mumbled "Dangerous individuals must be erased" he paused in his ministrations when he noticed a sudden gap in his shadows. He locked onto that energy signature and began to follow it. Some kind of shadow teleportation, using the darkness as an intermediary?

"I feel you, you cannot run, I won't let you" his shadows reached through, pulling that pathway more open as he reached for those who'd run away. A spike of shadow appeared and shot towards Remi first. But just as suddenly as it had appeared, it vanished once more into the shadows of the room before it reached him. His attention shifted once more as Seven snatched up Rissa and took off. Maia acted as she was commanded and did something that surprised him. She lifted the entire booth.

However, his mind was working much faster than before. He must be safe, and that means to eliminate the main threat, the strongest threat. New knowledge of how to use the shadows was just shown to him. He adapted it and stepped forwards, the shadows swirling and twisting.

Then he was appearing from the shadows before Seven and Rissa. He cocked his head at the strange feeling even as he sent a slash of solid shadow towards Seven. He'd have to give his thanks to that figure "No running, you are too dangerous. Too bright!" he was beginning to adjust to the power he was feeling. He needed to plan for Adohya 1's inevitable attack. Second to Seven with Rissa down, the hero was next on his list.

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[_Line 213]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]??? (Meeting Room)[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] The Astra took the tablet in hand lightly, briefly glancing up once more at the spectre that offered it before taking a seat. The door hissed shut as the supposed contact made their exit, which felt like a potential clue in and of itself. Despite appearances, the figure was solid enough that walls presented something of an issue, or so it seemed. Rather than take a look at the pad immediately, however, Remi gave his surroundings once more look-over, searching for cameras and small nooks where things could be easily hidden. Only once he had completed his initial investigation did he return his attention to what he had been given. The initial few swipes felt pointless; there was nothing there that was hidden to him. Yet, the further down the page he went, the deeper that he delved into Tesseract's collected secrets, the more his hands began to shake. He stopped. His breathing regained its steadiness. Slowly, he set the tablet down on the table, lightly clenching and unclenching his hands, working blood back into his fingers. Bubbling up through his excitement was the clear presence of an issue. This apparition had managed to not only gather data on Tesseract, they had managed to gather data on him. That should not have been possible. Were they making educated guesses? How much of a trail had he left behind? Was he more careless than he had imagined, or was this figure and its potential fellows far more thorough than the city's security could ever hope to be? Another deep breath in. Remi tore his gaze away from the glossy panel before him, turning to the natural light streaming in through the window. The crowd was beginning to run from the increased pandemonium taking place in the medical booth. The biggest possible lead was here, in front of him, ready to be taken. Yet, the costs were far greater than simply leaving the room down in the plaza sunlight out of his view. Just as much time was spent sitting in silent contemplation as was spent reading the given data. "...I'm going dark for a while. Make sure you thoroughly search for a potential data recorder, and pull whatever the doctor has on him if you can. Don't mess this up." "What's going on?" "Don't worry about it. We'll talk later." The line went dead. Remi clenched his fist tightly for another brief second, finally relaxing it. The immediate loss of his feeds and connections jabbed a needle of anxiety deep into his mind, and this was only the beginning of whatever twisted deal he was about to be offered. He had no real way of knowing whether or not his host had any real way of knowing whether or not his feeds were active, but until he know more, no chances were to be taken. Several more moments of silence went by before the figure bothered to return. And, when he did, it was Remi who spoke first. "I want to know who you work for. I want to know how you found this, and more importantly, how you found me." 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[Lexielai]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] E4 [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Crown Conference Hall[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Remi[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] _Line 213 [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]E4 held a long, black spike in the shadowy equivalent of its palm. “Oh…?” it said, casually. “That was a good one. It looks like you’re interesting too...maybe I can meet you as well today.” There was no one around to witness it, but the air around the shadow grew cold. Though there was no expression on its face, the visage of a wicked smile still seemed to appear. After a few minutes had passed, it stepped back into the room. The coldness was gone, replaced by a calm nonchalance as it returned, yellow eyes shifting to Remi’s form. He was still there. “Ara ara, one thing at time. How about we start with a proper introduction? Let us take off these silly masks," it rasped. The figure stood beside the window, and its silhouette cast a long shadow through the room. The light seemed to be absorbed into its jet black cloak, leaving nothing but empty darkness. But then, something changed. The darkness grew, folding outwards in a single graceful motion. The faint gleams of reflected light began to return, and then the shadowy figure was no more. Someone else stood in its place. [div style="box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 85%; white-space: normal;"]

[/div]The only word that could describe the person that stood there was “beautiful”. Light, flawless skin wrapped onto the smooth curves of a feminine figure, wrapped in pure white. She had long, lustrous black hair that looked as soft and luxurious as silk, wrapping around a pair of curled horns sprouting from her sides of her head and reaching down to her waist. They met a pair of equally exquisite wings emerging from her waist, laden in black feathers. Her face alone was worthy of a world-class beauty. Those graceful, gorgeous features were accompanied by her golden yellow eyes and vertically-slitted pupils, the only remnants of her shadow form. They seemed to glow entrancingly in the dark silhouettes of the room. There was a faint smile on her face, as gentle and composed as a goddess. Around her shoulders was a simple black cloak which left her front exposed. There Remi could see that her slender wrists were covered by a pair of luxurious white gloves, which shifted towards the seat before her. She pulled it aside, and sat down. “Allow me to formally introduce myself,” she said, and her voice sang like the melody of the skies. As the light of the setting sun danced off her form, it almost appeared as if she were an angel descended from heaven. “My name is Elvira. I work for a group known as the Blue Lotus, and we learned about you from a...mutual acquaintance,” she said, and her gentle smile grew just a little wider. Perhaps it was because of the wings, eyes, or other Asura-like features that suggested a demonic heritage, but that divine expression seemed like a mask concealing her true feelings underneath. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: darkslategray; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

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[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Recon [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]??? (Meeting Room)[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] The wrench of suspicion turned sharply in Remi's gut. It was rather clear from the way that she looked that taking a leisurely stroll out in the sunlight would not be particularly possible for her without some measurement of recognition. This, in turn, signaled that she was putting out at least some amount of personal risk with her unveiling. Elvira. He'd have to run that name later on, for safety's sake. He took a deep breath in, then let out a synthetic sigh. "I don't think we're quite there yet." The man reclined as he muttered, gloved hands sliding lightly against the table at which they sat. For a while he simply stared, briefly looking to the side as he contemplated his options. "The helmet is my face when it comes to business," he eventually replied, looking back in the woman's direction. Her allure could not be denied, and she had the air of someone who cultivated such a thing to its fullest possible extent. In the mind of the anxious, however, that simply gave rise to more suspicion. He caught himself tapping his index finger repeatedly upon the table and immediately ceased. An awful, annoying habit. The finger pushed hard into the plastic surface, scraping inward to join the rest of its lightly balled fellows. "Here's...an alternative idea," Recon eventually said, leaning forward slightly, "I understand that anyone that I share a mutual connection with isn't exactly someone free to take a morning jog, and I appreciate your desire for...mutual openness." Remi reached up, lightly twisting at the small metal plug on his neck. The item hissed lightly, his ventilation taking in a hit of filtered, interior air. "But for me, things just aren't that simple. If you know what I am and what I do, then I'm sure you can understand why this is the case." Having completed his prior motion, he lightly moved to clasp his hands, the metal tips at the edges of his fingers clinking ever so slightly as they brushed together. "I'm sure you also understand that, likely through purposeful design, I am at something of a...deficit, when it comes to the information that we know about each other. I know nothing about you, and you know enough about me to know what I want, and what's--" he raised a hand, waving it in a circle in front of his visor, before moving to clasp it again, "--going on behind this mask. Not only that, but I have no way of knowing just how much you know about me." He reclined again, sighing once more as the fake leather cushion shifted and creaked. Plastic. An entire room of pure plastic. "I don't like those odds, Miss Elvira. I understand where you're coming from, but I got this far by being careful." Careful. Briefly, his thoughts flickered to the feeds he had left behind. "So, here is my proposition. Tell me about yourself and the Lotus, and when I feel the scales are even, we can start talking about removing masks." Another quiet, tense pause. "Assuming, of course, that you're not wearing another one right now." 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[Dreawin]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Roots of Hope - Rosalie [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Medical Booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Open - Rissa, Seven, Maia, Dangerous Man [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Seraph Darkfire , Epiphany , Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Rosalie had her hand on the door ready to depart this insane situation, but as she heard Maia talk about radiation she sighed and took a step back. She had panicked from everything that transpired and just wanted to get away from it all. Rosalie knew there was a chance for aftereffects from being exposed to unknown energy, and maybe sticking around wasn’t such a bad idea. “You’re right, I’m sorry. ” She spoke very softly as she turned around just in time to see the man known as Valta go for the crystal and get replaced with a menacing being of darkness. A pang of regret hit her as the lights were snuffed out by the new being, she could have gotten away from him if she had just stepped through the door. Now she found herself a target, and before the last light source was destroyed she grabbed ahold of the door and ripped it from its hinges. She turned with the door in hand as the piercing dark tendrils headed for her, Rosalie’s small frame easily as she used it to shield herself from the attack. The tendrils easily pierced the metal door and impacted Rosalie’s left cheek and right side, but it skewed their trajectory just enough to only cause minor cuts and bleeding. The woman still let out a shriek of pain as she hit the wall behind her with enough force to leave a lasting impression of her head before sliding to the floor dazed from the blow. She spent the next moments of the battle behind the door regaining her composure and applying pressure to her wounded side before peeking around the door to see the shadowy man transport himself in front of Rissa and Seven while spouting nonsense about things Rosalie didn’t understand. She narrowed her eyes in anger and braced her back against the wall with her black boots on the door. She kicked forward with all the might she could muster and hurled the door toward the dark figure with enough force to kill most humans, and from the angle she was poised the door posed little threat to Rissa and Seven but there was still a chance they could be struck as it flew through the air. Rosalie wasn’t a fighter by any means and she knew there was little chance of hitting a target that could teleport, but even if it provided a momentary distraction maybe the stronger Astra could take out the target or flee at the very least. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[June Verles]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Kirk | Biological Vampire [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Seven, Rosalie, Valta, Rissa. [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Epiphany Dreawin Seraph Darkfire dwif [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Fortunately for Jakob, or maybe, unfortunately, Kirk didn't have enough time to slap him into consciousness before Valta got switched with the shadowy figure. However, before he could gather his thoughts and come up with a battle plan the lights in the room were shut off and the fight was already well underway. The darkness itself didn't bother Kirk a bit, echolocation was evolved as a way to deal with it. What kind of man-bat would he be if he fumbles around in the dark? However, even with his advantage, there was no way he could defeat this figure in its playground. The priority right now was coming out of this with the least amount of casualties possible. But to rescue everyone he needed a bigger boost of strength than normal blood could provide... He turns his head towards Jakob before taking a cloth and using it as a nappy "If you get some of the blood diseases I'm carrying it's not my fault, it's really your fault for getting knocked out." he disclaims before extending his fangs and biting on the unconscious Astra's neck penetrating the fabric easily. As the blood pumps through his body he could feel the hairs on his back raising, this was going to be more than enough. As he finishes feeding he takes off the nappy and wipes his mouth, and then proceeds to slap Jakob, just to make sure he wakes up. Kirk knew he wasn't going to be under the influence of the blood for long and he wasn't going to start to think that he could really fight against the figure and win. At that moment he feels the void in front of Seven carrying the injured Rissa increase in density. He jumps on the roof and begins running upside down, a trick he couldn't pull off without the power from Jakob's blood. And as the door flies towards Valta, giving him the moment he needed, he jumps at him in an attempt to tackle him to the ground. "Get the girl out of here!" [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: Red ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[BlightGiver]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Francis, the Hunger [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Heading toward medical booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Valkyrie One [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Upon hearing the news of a major announcement, Francis became elated at the thought of this being what can help him rise through the ranks. "Oh my, sounds like a relatively positive time. I hope they make it soon before I'm suddenly told to leave, by my superiors." He joked. His newfound acquaintance neglected to reply; frozen in place, with her gaze locked to the screen of the medical booth. "Hello?" He asked, figuring to turn his head, too. "What in the!" He had no idea what to make of the screen showing Ayodhya 1 and the crystal that had suddenly appeared. "I've never seen anything like it..." He murmured, oblivious that others in this nation had powers and abilities, as well. He was not able to hear Valkyrie One cite that name of the object, but she excused herself immediately following. "Hold up; investigate what? That thing?!" Francis' heart raced, unsure whether the adrenaline of seeing such a strange thing, or that he was finally able to do his duty, was responsible for his increase in already abnormal heart rate. "Allow me to come with you; as a fellow Ministry officer, I can't let this just slip under my radar!" He requested, albeit sounding like a demand with his loud tone. Following close behind his fellow officer, Francis was suddenly tackled from behind and knocked forward. Thankfully, it had missed Valkyrie, but Francis immediately knew who was responsible. "You're not supposed to see, or get involved with this!" His partner declared, holding him to the ground. "Hey, you're the one that informed me that our job is to supervise here.This seems like a situation that needs major supervising!" The enraged Francis logically replied. "You're not going forward any more!" His partner shouted, pulling out a piece of sharp metal he had taken from a booth, after first seeing Francis go against his orders. Jamming the rod straight into Francis' leg, the officer bellowed out in pain. "Just pass out, so we can go back to Arcadia!" The partner demanded, clearly having been the wrong person to go along with Francis. Unsure of what his partner's sudden violent outburst was a result of, Francis didn't want to hesitate to go into the medical booth. "Get off, prick!" Francis angrily said, clenching his right fist. Tensing his muscles there, blood surged through his veins, bringing plenty of oxygen to his replicating muscle cells. His arm grew almost twice it's normal size, with the flesh along his knuckles additionally tightening up. Recoiling his arm, Francis sent it forward at such speed; impacting his partner right in the side of his face. The loud smack shook Francis' partner as much as the strike; both combined sent him flying through the air, landing tens of feet away in the crowd of people. No doubt with broken or sprained bones, Francis let his partner be, pulling the metal rod out of his leg. Getting to a standing position, he continued following after the female officer. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: Green ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Epiphany]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Maia Asim [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Valta, Rosalie, Kirk, Seven/Rissa[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Seraph Darkfire Dreawin June Verles Lexielai [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]The testing chamber groaned and a cascade of electrical failures followed by a series of sparks. They lit the Tesseract booth with the dying fireworks of a corporation's dream of Astra testing. Carefully watching the ceiling in case the whole building came down, Maia lurched to the side with a single kick, propelling herself adjacent to the empty chamber, rolling between several of her fellow Astra's. Between her black uniform and dark skin, Ayodhya 1 was nearly invisible in the dark except where the broken electrical lines spilled illumination into the dim interior. It was empty. The attacker was- There! And by the looks of it, engaged in the classic villain pitfall of monologuing. Ordinarily, she might have exchanged words with him especially if cameras still functioned. Given the badly wounded Royal in Seven's arms, Maia simply lifted the receptionist's desk, lined up a shot and threw it right at the shadowy figure. From the side, the door to the medical booth also flew at the attacker and Maia flashed a grateful grin towards the seemingly timid girl for contributing the way a hero might. Possible recruit maybe? No, later. Right now, there was a villain to stop. Spotting another Astra on the ceiling, dropping down to take the figure from above, Maia propelled herself forward with another explosive kickoff, intending to bring the fight to the shadowy man. Her power had its limitations but once she got her hands on someone, it was over. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #336BFF; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Lexielai]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] The Valkyrie [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Just Outside the Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Open; Francis[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] BlightGiver Damafaud Scavenger Graystone713 Dreawin [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]The Tesseract Medical Booth loomed ahead and, just as she approached, it shook. The sound of shrieking, rending metal rang through the air as part of the building seemed to tear apart like paper. Nearly onlookers stood on in shocked silence, eyes wide and mouths agape. “What the hell are you looking at? Get the hell out of here!” the woman shouted, unlocking the clasp of her holster. Her voice rang through the air, jolting them with all the power of a lightning bolt. They immediately obeyed, and fell into a haphazard retreat, a torrent of fear and terror. The woman contemplated briefly that panicking them was probably not the best course of action. Yet at the same time, this situation was not one where time could be wasted on proper procedure. Her eyes scanned the crowd as they rushed past and around her, avoiding her as the flow of a river would wrap around a firm rock. Then there was a crash behind, and the sounds of a scuffle which caught her attention. She turned, and there was the Ministry officer she had just met. He was on the floor, wrestling with another officer, before finally dealing a decisive blow. The scanners in her eyes immediately calculated the speed, velocity, and estimated force of his attack. The numbers scrolled down alongside the many lines of data constantly fed into her HUD, and she quickly took note of them with the ease born from many hours of practice. “You’re an Astra,” she stated matter of factly when he caught up to her. “I didn’t realize Arcadia had an Astra division as well.” Indeed, the only Ministry of District Security to officially embrace Astras into their ranks was the Ayodhyan branch. Their proof of concept with Ayodhya 1 was strong evidence to the advantage of those pushing for the stronger incorporation of Astras, but she was not aware of any developments beyond the proposal stage thus far. That news troubled her somewhat, but she put it aside for now to focus on more pressing issues. Her steps carried her forward. She advanced with her gun drawn, pointed towards the floor, and toward the nervous congregation of Ministry officers who had gathered near the door. They spoke to each other with uneasy looks on their faces, debating whether or not they should enter and how they would do so. “Move aside,” she called out, raising her face. Their heads snapped towards her, first towards her bright, gleaming orange eyes and then to her uniform and the badge attached to it. One officer stood still, indecisive about whether or not to obey, before she promptly shoved him out of the way. “Listen up,” she said. “There is a dangerous battle between Astras going on in there. Even if all of you charged in at once, you’d just die in two seconds instead of one. Stand on guard out here, and escort the civilians outside the combat zone.” She then moved on without hesitation, proceeding forward past them. One officer stepped forward, his face filled with confusion. “Who the hell are you to order us around, lady?” She froze mid-step, and her face slowly turned to face his. The look in her eyes made the objecting officer begin feeling the trickle of cold sweat down his neck. With a single, smooth gesture, her hand reached inside her pocket and flashed a distinctive symbol towards him. “I’m a Captain, and right now you’re going to do as I say. Understood?” The woman didn’t wait for his response before she turned once more, pressing up against the side of the door. She looked to Francis as he approached, indicating that he should take the other side. The door suddenly wrenched open, and the metal was torn away. But the woman did not jump back in surprise like any normal person would. Instead her scanners immediately switched to night view as she peeked in briefly to examine the situation. “On three,” she suggested immediately, without the fancy formalities of introductions. Her tone would’ve made one think they had already been partners for many years, simply proceeding on routine one more time. The situation at the Tesseract Medical Exhibition has begun devolving into mass panic that soon becomes noticeable to the Astras outside the booth. While the Ministry officers are attempting to form a perimeter and keep the masses calm, their efforts have so far not borne much fruit.[/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: seagreen; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[ChazGhost]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Maxwell [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText] Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText] Everyone in the booth [/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Seraph Darkfire Dreawin June Verles Epiphany [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"] Maxwell was a bit stunned by Valta's drastic and slightly monstrous shift in personality. Maxwell then looked to that crystal from the machine was now in Valta's head. While Maxwell wasn't a detective he was able to put together the crystal may have played a part in Valta's dramatic personality shift... Or Valta was just evil. Maxwell was open to other ideas. But the time for thinking of cause of the problem was over, now it was time to deal with the problem. Others had already thought the same and began charging at Valta... Or that what he could see in darkness caused by Valta destroying the lights. "I can barely see in this room... were they hell did I put my phone..." Maxwell said to himself as he began digging into his pockets looking for his phone. Once he founded he pulled it out and turned on the flashlight and started pointing it around the room, then at Valta directly. "There you are," Maxwell said smirking. Then Maxwell with his free hand picked up and small chair next to him and chucked it at Valta, and then picked up another chair to do it once more. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: Green ; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[dwif]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Jakob Brötzmann [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Everyone in the booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] Lexielai Seraph Darkfire Dreawin June Verles Epiphany ChazGhost [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]A dull pain to the neck followed by a sharp slap to the face brought Jakob back to consciousness. He lay crumpled in the wall of the now dark medical booth, ahead of him the unmistakable sound of fighting. "That can't be good for my back" Jakob muttered as he pulled himself free from the crater, he supported himself against the wall. With his head still spinning he tried to make sense of what was going on in front of him. Blurry, poorly lit glimpses are all he had to go off. A single figure, cloaked in shadows, stood alone against the group of Astras. Taking a drew deep breaths Jakob steadied himself. Picking up a nearby chair he wrenched the leg from it, wrapping a portion of the metal around his hand to make a crude knuckle knife. It wasn't a pretty way of fighting but it would certainly be more effective that throwing objects at the figure and hoping for the best. If he was going to be able to get a decent hit in he'd have to dump all of his stored light into one blast. He began to approach the figure, staying low, the attention being drawn away from him by the ongoing assault from the others. When he was within a couple of feet he began to rush the figure, calling out to get his attention "Hey, Fuckface! Over here!" With that he let all his stored light out at once causing a blinding light to everyone in the room. He closed the final gap, swinging for a series of deep gut stabs with his shiv. [/div] [/div] [class name=mainBackground] background: rgb(40, 40, 40); box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 10%; padding-right: 10%; padding-top: 5%; padding-bottom: 5%; [/class] [class name=header] display: block; postion: relative; box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 5px; font-family: 'Share', sansserif; font-size: 3em; text-align: left; [/class] [class name=headerCustom] background-color: #ffcc66; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class] [class name=bottomBorder] margin-bottom: 10px; border-bottom: 1px solid rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.5); [/class] [class name=info] display: flex; width: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; padding-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; [/class] [class name="info" maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%;[/class] [class name=infoBox] display: flex; flex: 1 0 50%; width: auto; box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; align-items: center; align-content: center; overflow: hidden; [/class] [class name=infoBox maxWidth=1000px] display: block; width: 100%; margin: 5px; [/class] [class name=infoLabel] max-width: 80px; flex: 1 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; padding: 3px; margin-right: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(40, 40, 40); [/class] [class name=infoText] width: auto; flex: 5 0 auto; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); [/class]

 

[Lexielai]

[div class=mainBackground] [div class="header headerCustom"] Seven [/div] [div class="info bottomBorder"] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Location:[/div] [div class=infoText]Tesseract Medical Exhibition Booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Interaction:[/div] [div class=infoText]Everyone in the booth[/div] [/div] [div class=infoBox] [div class=infoLabel]Tags:[/div] [div class=infoText] dwif Seraph Darkfire Dreawin June Verles Epiphany ChazGhost [/div] [/div] [/div] [div style="font-family: 'Raleway', sansserif; font-size: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap;"]Seven made it only halfway across the room before the shadows coalesced before her, forming into the figure of her enemy. Her eyes widened, and her senses immediately spread out. The beating of her heart rang in her ears, but she allowed it to be washed away. The world slowed, and Seven took in the situation. Before her was the faint silhouette of a solid shadow slashing towards her, only distinguished by the way it reflected no light at all. Seraph Darkfire Beyond the shadow was a girl, kicking a door with all her might. It sailed through the air like a knife, straight towards both Valta and herself. Dreawin Another Astra had leapt from the roof, diving down towards Valta. His movements were as precise and quick as a bullet, and his trajectory carried him onto an interception path towards Valta. Incidentally, this meant he would be cutting close to the angles of both the flying door and Seven herself. June Verles Ayodhya 1 had picked up something heavy, and tossed it. Despite the weight of the object—was that a desk?—and its lacking aerodynamics, her sheer strength overcame those physical limitations. While the throw was true, the object was too large. Its angle of attack made it more like a battering ram than a precision weapon. It was just as likely to hit friendlies in the area of impact as it was the enemy. Epiphany At the same time, a chair was being tossed from behind a ray of light. Maxwell was holding his phone up like a flashlight, no doubt to identify the target. She mused that the visibility he provided was the only reason the other Astras were even able to see the enemy, let alone be certain enough of his position to attack. ChazGhost Then there was another man, creeping through the darkness. His steps echoed in her ears as he approached the fray. The softness of his steps suggested he was attempting an set up an ambush, but the rate of his approach meant he would be walking directly into the path of the others’ attacks if he wasn’t careful. Moreover, with another melee fighter in the fray, it would be difficult for ranged attacks to avoid friendly fire. The move might end up disrupting the other Astras more than the enemy. dwif Her attention was pulled back to the big picture. All the attacks converged on both herself and Valta. There was no space for her to avoid the attacks while her momentum carried her forward. There was simply no space with Valta in her face. She could not defend against both his strike and her allies well-intentioned—but entirely reckless—attacks as well. Her eyes shifted down, to the woman in her arms. Lady Clarissa looked up at the same time, and her golden eyes blinked in acknowledgement. There was no time to speak, nor to even nod, but even so they shared a connection that transcended such trivialities. This was because they had grown up together; lived every moment of their young and adult lives together. Despite their differences, Seven knew her princess better than anyone else, and the same could be said for Lady Clarissa and herself. Instead of dodging or trying to reverse the momentum, Seven spun. Her form twisted into the air like a spinning top, and a bright light glowed from the soles of her heels. It formed into the white silhouette of a round shield. The simple, bright decorations around it glowed with the reflected light from Maxwell’s phone and her own power. It was colored simply in red, yellow, and blue concentric circles, converging on the spinning, interlocked pattern centered in the middle. It was reminiscent of a triangle, and indeed that was the image it was intended to evoke. This shield was emblazoned with the symbol of Trinity; the union of all three races, living as one. Though she spun quickly, her angle of rotation was exactly precise. Her body twisted away from Valta, turning just enough for the feet of the princess in her arms to be exactly perpendicular to the shield in the air. And, just before the sway of her power began to fade and the shield fell . . . just before Seven’s body twisted too far out of alignment . . . just before the converging attacks of the Astras struck both her and Valta . . . just before the shadow strike was about to cleave the both of them in two . . . Lady Clarissa timed the combination movement perfectly. Although wounded, the princess was far from powerless. Her feet glowed with red power, and her eyes turned to meet the darkness. “Get a fucking hold of yourself!” her princess shouted scathingly at Valta and, with just the slightest tap, pushed off the shield. In an instant there was a sudden shockwave of displaced air as the impact launched the shield forward at high velocity, pushing towards Valta like a missile. At the same time, Newton’s Third Law demanded its recompense. Every force had an equal and opposite reaction. Therefore, both Seven and Rissa were subsequently sent shooting through the air with the help of their improvised catapult. Deftly, they blasted past the incoming attacks and escaped the impact zone in an instant. Seven landed hard on the other side of the room, denting the metal wall as her feet slammed into them and her knees absorbed the brunt of the blow to protect the princess in her arms from the impact. There was a sudden flash of light, and Seven hurriedly covered Lady Clarissa’s eye with one hand while shielding her own with the other. The pull of gravity carried her down towards of the floor, and despite her momentary blindness she still managed to land on both feet. When the light dissipated, Seven removed her hand and quickly checked in on the state of Lady Clarissa with her eyes. The latter had a pained expression on her face that made Seven’s heart ache. Likely it was from the aggravation of her wounds that the high speed movement had caused. Still, her princess gave a weak nod to signal that she was alright. Even so, another light appeared under Seven’s foot. A small object rolled into existence which she held in place beneath her shoe. “It seems we need another escape route,” Seven said softly. 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