Fantasy The Dark World (rp)

[Thalia_Neko]

Vira

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Taking her lips off the bottle, Vira ran her rough armored-hand across her mouth, wiping it free of all the spilled liquid. Speaking of spilling more liquid. Vira noticed all her bruises and cuts; she hadn't come out of the battle unscathed like she usually did. Her otherwise perfect skin was ruined by various small injuries. Smartly, she should've already done this, but she began to untie her various armor pieces, letting them drop. Unfastening her white sash-belt, she slid off her dressy-kimono right there in the bar. Vira glanced up at the girl who sat at her table. It was the nurse. Flashing her a disapproving frown, she went back to doing what she was doing, unheeding the other female at her table. Her power then flared up, but she ignored the sign that meant incoming pain. The darkhaired chick, in her skivvies, began to dump and rub the alcohol onto her various cuts, wounds, and bruises.

"Ssss-ahh..." Vira hissed in pain, as the alcohol stung, seeping deep into her wounds. "Nhngh.." Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a roll of bandages. Ripping them up, she then proceeded to pour a bit more alcohol onto them, then tied them around places on her arms, legs, and blotched them on other various small wounds. With that done, Vira then pulled her dressy-kimono back on and tied the white sash back around her waist to hold it in place. She took some of the bandages and dabbed at her face, wincing from the bruises there. Taking out something rather girly in nature, she then dabbed some makeup on her face to attempt to hide the red, blue, and black marks. Looking deeply at her reflection in the near-empty bottle, turning her face this way and that, seeing if she was presentable enough, Vira sighed. "Good enough..." she relented, downing the rest of the liquid in a quick swig. Thumping the bottle down on the table, Vira then proceeded to put her things back in her bag.

She glanced up, noticing some other wounded people, including the man she had dragged from the rubble. Sighing again, she kicked her chair out and got up. Walking over to the others, she tossed the bandages and the makeup over. "Here," she said to them, straightening out her dress. Finally, Vira kicked open the door of the bar, and stepped outside. She needed to pay for some more alcohol. So her best bet was to scavenge stolen valuables off the dead thugs littered about. That was the plan anyway.


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[Isolde]

Garret


Catching himself almost drifting off to sleep, Garret sat up and lifted his head off the table. He didn't want to fall asleep until he knew for sure he'd be perfectly fine and his wounds, the few notable ones he had, were taken care of. Without thinking, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and his face drooped a little when he remembered how all his stale pretzels had either been lost or crushed earlier. Not only had they been crushed- but also his dreams of snacking away his pain right now.

"Stay awake now, I'll... tend to you as soon as I can, ok?" He heard someone tell him. Looking, he saw yet another new face. She seemed to sound like the nurse that his angry savior had mentioned, but this woman also looked like she had plenty to tend to even without anyone else being factored in. Even so, Garret nodded and responded to her- "Okay.. but you might wanna take care of yourself first. If you wind up passing out or something then you can't do stuff to help others.." The boy gave her a small encouraging smile before he noticed his angry savior pretty much stripping down in front of everyone to take care of her wounds. He quickly looked away and turned his gaze to the window he sat by, then turning his gaze towards the ground when he saw all of the destruction outside of the tavern.

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[Syphe]

With a hand, Sera acknowledged the wounded man's considerate words of her own condition. It didn't matter though, not in Sera's mind: no matter how bad of a beating she took, if she could still had feeling, she would keep on healing. Taking a few minutes to catch her breath and ease her sore muscles, she glanced at the woman across the table from her, changing in the open. With no bashfulness, she stripped down to the bare minimum of clothing, revealing her skin and injuries and began to start treating herself right then and there. She pulled out a roll of bandages and, with the alcohol she so viciously consumed moments ago, applied them to herself before handing them off to the other members of the group. All the while, Sera was staring at her, slightly impressed she knew how to take care of herself properly -- plenty muscle heads that she's known don't bother to learn about it. Turning her head back to the man she passed by earlier, she slowly rose from her chair, and made her way to him after grabbing the bottle first. If losing blood didn't kill you, bacteria and infection will finished the job.

"Something caught your eye?" Sera greeted the man as she pulled up a chair next to him, and began to examine his wounds. "You're cut up some, nothing too serious of course. Do you live here in Svitch?" Unraveling the cloth from her arms, Sera carefully poured controlled amounts of the bottle onto each piece of cloth, save for a bigger one with which she used to clean the cuts. Once all the cuts were wiped thoroughly, she expertly wrapped the makeshift bandaged on each of the man's wounds, starting with the bigger ones. She stayed silent, concentrating on her work and letting her patient do the talking if he wanted to.


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[Isolde]

Garret


"Something caught your eye?" Looking up to see the nurse again, he gave a nervous smile but didn't really answer the question. She started to work on his wounds. "You're cut up some, nothing too serious of course. Do you live here in Svitch?" In response to her second question, he shook his head, "No not really. I don't really live anywhere to be honest." Garret shut his mouth and winced at the pain as she properly took care of his wounds. He was also glad that the small spikes of pain shut him up since he realized he might've been saying too much about himself to a complete stranger- as per usual. An awful habit had integrated into his social reactions: either he wouldn't respond because he didn't know how or he'd overshare and not know when to stop, essentially going on a tangent.

Snapping back to focus he opened his eyes and looked over at the nurse. "You really should be taking care of yourself too... shouldn't you?" Garret understood a little how she must've wanted to help others regardless of herself- he remembered feeling that way with Caleb. Eyes widening a little, he shoved the thought of Caleb to the back of his head and focused on the present once again. "Seriously though you look even worse than me.." He was going to add m'am to the end of his sentence but for some reason decided against it. She didn't look too much older than him- maybe a decade or so but in retrospect a decade wasn't an awful lot older. Garret watched the nurse take care of his wounds properly and he began to feel indebted to her and his angry savior who'd left moments ago.

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[FrostFire]

Kore Dair​

Having recovered at least a little, her breathing was back to normal and she felt a bit better, Kore decided it was probably best to get herself, and Ryuji, back to the rest of the group. Perhaps there was something they could do... Kore knew that a special sort of charcoal could help with poisoning, but she had no idea where to get it or what was 'special' about it.
Standing up slowly, she groaned as her body protested, but she ignored the aching and pains, as she looked down at Ryuji.
How am I going to do this...? He's probably pretty heavy... Her head cocked a little, as she thought about it.
Kneeling down, wincing as she lowered herself slowly, supporting her weight on some rubble as she knelt down, she grabbed his shoulders, grabbing the jacket as opposed to his skin which was slick with sweat. Manoeuvring him, she managed to turn him around so his back was to her, and was subsequently pushed onto her ass as he flopped onto her.
"Ack!", she pushed herself up, Ryuji's dead weight still on top of her, before she moved him off her and onto the floor as carefully as she could. Breathing heavily again, she stayed sitting for a bit as she surveyed how exactly she planned to get a frankly quite heavy male across a war zone and into... Well, they all seemed to be going back to the tavern, which quite surprisingly seemed to have come out of the battle mostly unscathed.
Getting onto her knees again, she propped Ryuji up, and snaked her arms under his armpits from behind, locking her arms together at the front of his chest, and stood with a grunt and quite some effort, his head lolling on her chest.
There. I'm still half dragging him, but this will have to do. She took slow steps backwards, pulling Ryuji along with her. It was slow, painful, and pretty ungraceful, not to mention she was running on emergency power.
After a lot of slow dragging, broken up with lots of rests, she finally made it to the door after what felt like an eternity. Still walking backwards, she pushed the door open with her behind, as she dragged Ruyji in and lowered herself, and him, to the floor, laying him down carefully before she flopping down into a slouched sitting position next to him, her breaths laboured.
"Ugh...", she didn't say anything to anyone in the group, and just sort of sat there recovering from having to drag Ryuji - not to mention she was now covered in his sweat and had some of his blood on her.
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[Iamthemanfish]

Patrick's eyes narrowed while he listened to Snow's reply, he didn't like the sound of that. It only goes down hill when you start questioning whether you have the right to live or not, Patrick knew this from bitter experience. The old soldier could see how much pain she was in, and not the kind that was shared through they're dwindling blood bond, but still she was more worried about the others more concerned with helping him. The slightest wisp of a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth as she grabbed his hand, No offense but I don't think you'll be able to support my weight, he muttered referring to the noticeable difference in size between himself and the small woman. That being said he still took her hand and used her to steady himself as he stood hissing in pain as his nerves screamed.

He had just managed to get up when the Wardens joined them, I am not going anywhere, the soldier growled at Seconds suggestion, I have kids I need to find! Patrick directed a withering glare at Fifth, then at First when that monster showed up, and if you so much as touch Snow you'll be looking for a few new numbers!

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[littleberry]

Snow

A laugh escaped her at his response. “Maybe not, you are a whole lot…just more then me.” She smiled, gently helping how she could while he stood. But her blood sung out to alert her of a presence.

Snow looked up to see the strangers from before. She tensed, her thorns coming out. They scared her… all of them. She didn’t know them but they had been around her and her group too much… Her knee jerk reaction when Fifth came towards her was a flinch. His tone was calm but he called her brat, not a very good impression.

“Friends…?” She said slowly, confused as she looked at Patrick, one of them calling the other Second. What strange names. But the novelty wore off as they spoke of taking Patrick away. She frowned and moved between them and him, not trusting these people at all. “You can’t take him. We do have a nurse, he’ll be fine with us…” She paused, biting her tongue. Maybe he would… but what if he wasn’t… The Second character continued on making Snow’s blood boil.

“We did not bring terror! The gang that imprisoned this poor town did. My group helped and he does stand beside us! He has dependents. Scarlett and Keiji. He is their guardian. He is with our group and we are victims, not instigators. We did not start this. Any of it!” Relief filled her as Patrick agreed he wasn’t going anywhere, that he had his children.

Suddenly he was there again… the one who Snow was truly scared of… she backed up but couldn’t move much for if she did, she would scratch Patrick again. Her jaw tightened as their eyes met, hers not looking away, giving in. He made her blood sing with power… and powerful people didn’t respect those who feared them. But Snow couldn’t hide her fright, not with her thorns raising up like protective quills on a hedgehog. Take her… with them? No…

“No… No you aren’t taking either of u-” He ignored her and stepped to her side, going to pick up Patrick who thankfully protested. But what if they still insisted… and what could he do if that… that stranger did take him and Snow. Patrick was too weak.

“I’m not leaving him and we need to get to our group!” She protested, standing and reaching out,“Why would you even want to take me? You aren’t making any sense-” Her hand gripping his forearm tightly since there were no thorns there made her blood sing out loudly in her ears. She let go immediately, backing up several steps as her heart pounded. He terrified her… The stain on that power was terrifying...​

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[Syphe]

Tightening up the last knot on her patient's shoulder, Sera smiled and shook her head slowly. "I'm fine. I'm not bleeding badly, just mainly bruises, the real pain will settle in later so now is a good time to get you on your feet." Patting her chest, on the area above her heart, she confidently added, "Nothing I haven't been through before!"

Sera took a deep breath as she eased herself into the chair, it's texture rough but comfortingly familiar. She adjusted the cloth around her arms, checking herself for any major injuries. The main attacks she suffered were the intense shockwaves that vibrated through her body, over and over again causing her to feel slightly nauseous. When the giant had stomped onto the ground, the collision with the wall was no soft landing. At the speed and force, she could have broken any part of her body if she didn't take the blow with the entirety of her back. 'Fantastic,' Sera thought to herself, 'the one common injury I can't fix and I'm covered with it.' Any sudden movements brought increasingly more intense pain with it. Her body was definitely keen on her decision to assist the other wounded. She did her best to hide it, however, with partial success.

Going over what the man had told her, he had no place to live. That was pretty much Sera at this point, and it certainly applied to several other people in the group... a group of abnorns afterall. She also noticed how he avoided the first question, that speaks plenty in itself. Breathing through the aches, Sera spoke, "I'm Sera, as you can see I help people when they get hurt. What's your name? And please, no mysteries."

Isolde

 

[ShadowBroker]

Iamthemanfish littleberry

Location: Near the bar entrance.

Characters: First - Second - Third - Fifth.

Time: After the battle.

Actions: Reaction for Patrick & Snow - Consequences.

The First little cared what both Patrick or Snow could muster as words to give any kind of stop towards his intentions. He was, in many ways, capable to reduce their abilities to perform any intervention as sudden as it started. The Second, however, rested his ideologies on persuasions - not on pursuing harm for no reason at all. Among all the statements he began explaining to the child, "Your group arrived - a large group of abnorms. Some of you already seeking to end The One's grip from this town. Your very existence is enough to describe an instigator." he finally folded his arms behind him, leaning slightly forward as he stepped back, leaving the First to act as he sees fit, moving towards Patrick in order to seize control, "Are you trying to make a point, Mr. O? Because we had neglected it. We can not die - we will not restrain ourselves. Become our foe - and there shall be no mountain so high, no stronghold enough secured nor an army to stop us. Your retaliation, your denial, your resistance - It will end either by time, or by our own hand."

Third shook her head as she protested, "Patrick - whatever child you seek to save is out of your reach. Help us and we shall aid in your task." she then took her blade from the hilt and ensured him, "That I swear to you. But as much as these righteousness people pretend to be, they are not going to help you." narrowing her eyes, she paused as she tried to make sense on him, "Probably out of pity you might be helped - But they won't stand beside you through your worst. Or do they know what you had done for the *right* reasons."

The First did as much as grunt and look around him, he was witnessing the battle that seem not as impressing as others battles they had been involved, "You are welcome to refuse." The First spoke, his voice slightly loud but changed by the metal on his face - disturbed by the essence he had so become, "We will vanquish each and every potential threat though. You have proven to bring chaos, no matter their first intentions." He took his chains from his belt that seemed to extend as much as his imagination would, "Come with us - We shall so ask questions and you shall bring answers. The child will live and so will the rest."

The Fifth would let a finger slightly move towards his head, as if he was listening to some device on his ear - his eyes opened wide behind the mask of broken old robe, "Snow - Stand aside. The Warden won't harm children, but you don't seem very childish." his hand dismissing whatever words she could muster further as they all seem pointless. Her power could do nothing to them, as they were simply projections and Patrick was already out of energy, "We would sup with the devil~ if he would so show us how to achieve our earthly goals~" he began muttering a song for himself as he saw no reason to stand near by against a beaten old man and a defenseless child like Snow herself.

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[revior]

Lucca Malkovich
Location: Town
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"Alright, Scarlett, let's not sulk for too long, Patrick is gonna worry."

So said Lucca with a voice devoid of the humor that his words may initially suggest. The fight, as far as he was aware of, had ended unceremoniously, unless of course one counts an exploding giant as ceremonial. At the end there, the Giant Man almost seemed as if he was trying to save the town all the while swallowing a body of orange glow, almost as if he was concerned for the people here. Of course, Lucca then inserted another thought by the end of his last one, all that wouldn't have happened had they all just sat down and talked about it like adults in the first place, fuckin' morons. Sympathy was running dry with Lucca, he was tired of everybody running around making the world a worst off place.

With no patience to wait for Scarlett to snap out of it, Lucca decided that they'd both be better off if he just carry her away instead, her polearm aside, the girl herself seemed light enough... or so Lucca had thought. Scarlett was, as it turned out, heavier than she seem, but even so, Lucca was not deterred from carrying her, after all, he had hauled corpses much larger and heavier than her before and at least Scarlett here is a bit more compact than what he had to deal with before. Carrying the small girl with great strength on her shoulder and dragging along her halberd behind him, he took off towards the bar, hoping to find some familiar faces.

Perhaps it was just Lucca, and perhaps he was just around at the worst of time, but it was beginning to look like this little group of Abnorms has a tendency to draw trouble to themselves, and trouble Lucca did find one of them in as he was just making his way towards the bar. It was Patrick and Snow, talking, or rather threatening those guys in black robes, and the black robes threatens back, and things certainly look like they may go south just about any moment now.

Freakin' Abnorms, going on about violence and singing about murder wherever they go. Lucca was having quite enough of it, of these Abnorms going around as if they owned the place and everyone that so much as looked at said place owe them rent. Why is it that Abnorms are like this? Is this the result of the persecutions from the world, of living in fear of the WG, the League, and the gangs? Still, just because there's an excuse don't mean it's right, in fact, all they're doing was making it all worse for everybody.

"Looking for another fight are we, even though the last one just ended?" Lucca chirped in, his toned controlled and gave up no emotions yet his eyes were sharp and with cold fury. "You know there's a fine bar right over there right?" He crooked his neck and gestured with his chin towards the bar that was, surprisingly, still standing. "There are tables and chairs you could sit down on and talk to each other like adults for once, not some entitled brats that gets violent whenever they don't get what they want." His was losing control of his voice and his anger revealed itself with a slightly harsher tone by the end.

Realizing that he was loosing hold of himself and that Scarlett was still weighted upon his shoulder, Lucca turned away without another word and walked towards the bar. He had said his piece, and while no one was obligated to listen, neither was he obligated to care if they tear themselves apart after. In fact, good
riddance, that's a few more troublemakers off this world.

Without looking back, Lucca enters the bar, passing by Kore as he took but a glance at her, and found a nice little spot to set Scarlett down, her axe then laid next to her.

"Medic," he called out, "I don't think she's too hurt, but could you come and take look at Scarlett, just in case."

With that, he left her, and he moved on towards the Tree Lady. Seeing her so tired and drenched in sweat, she didn't look so scary anymore.

"My guns, I would like to have them back please." his words sugested that he was asking, but his tone made it clear that he was demanding, "Thing are getting pretty bad, so I would like my guns back. Unless of course, you would take responsibility and protect me, or...... Or perhaps you would like to leave me to die while defenseless?"

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[FrostFire]

Kore Dair​

Her breathing was almost back to normal, and she finally looked around. She could see Sera, someone she really needed to talk to about treating, or at least helping Ryuji with the poison...
As she was thinking this, Lucas walked in. She didn't look at him, but the hairs on the back of her neck stood up when he glanced at her coming in. She didn't like the vibes he was giving off...
She liked it even less when he decided to come and talk to her, she had slowly begun to build up trust towards the hunter - but all of that trust (to be fair, it wasn't much anyway) just got crushed by his tone.
Of course. He knows my power, so he was just playing nice in the forest. Now that I'm vulnerable, he can show his true colours... 'Things are getting pretty bad'? Her eyes narrowed slightly as he said that, her expression had become closed off and distant, back to its defensive calm. Things were bad, but that's over... Her suspicions grew, her paranoia whispered at the back of her mind. For all she knew, the moment she gave them back, he would turn them on her - in her weak state, there wouldn't be anything she could do. She didn't have enough energy to be able to use her last resort... She would be helpless.
Reaching up, she put a hand on the bar, and got to her feet slowly. Facing Lucas, she put her back to the drinks station, and looked him in the eyes, her face giving nothing away but a cold and neutral expression.
"No.", her tone was flat, defiant, but if one listened very, very carefully, one could hear a hint of fear there.
"There is no more danger. But if a situation does arise, I will take responsibility.", she did her best to keep her exhaustion from her voice and her posture, the only thing really keeping her standing now was willpower, adrenaline, and leaning discreetly onto the bar.
Maybe he's finally broken away from Snow's power, he hates us, he wants to kill us all after seeing the destruction done to this town, he blames us for it, he wants the person with the largest bounty here, which is probably you. The paranoid side of her brain continued to plants doubts in her mind, and Kore listened. She had no way to disprove them, apart from ask Lucas himself - and how would she know he wasn't lying? He could be putting on an act, just like how she believed he did in the forest to gain their, to gain her trust.
Having said her piece, she slid down the bar, and sat with her back to it, her shoulders tensed painfully, waiting for him to do something. She half expected him to shout at her, kick her, and take back his guns - and there would be nothing she could do to stop him in her state.
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[Isolde]

Garret


The nurse finished patching him up and assured him her pain was small with little reason to worry of it for now. This didn't surprise him at all but Garret hoped that she could finish tending to others soon so she could focus on herself a little. As he thought this, she gave him her name and asked of his. "I'm Sera, as you can see I help people when they get hurt. What's your name? And please, no mysteries." Shrugging, he didn't quite see why there'd be any reason to hide his name from Sera, especially after she and his angry savior helped him get a chance to see another sunrise. "That's a pretty nice name... I'm Garret."

He grinned a bit before continuing with a question of his own as he wondered... "So from the concentration of Abnorms here would I be right to guess you guys are in a gang or a guild of some-" Someone else entering with a somewhat hostile attitude, Garret lost focus and instead watched the new person demanding his guns back and all in all just sounding like a bit of a dick.

Catching himself gawking a little bit, he turned his head away just a little but was still watching curiously as the woman the would-be dick had spoken to responded with a few simple words that denied his demand. Garret wondered what the man would do now that it was clear his demands wouldn't be met peacefully.

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[revior]

Lucca Malkovich
Location: Bar
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Lucca sighed, it was one of disappointment, not so much towards Kore, but to himself, for being so damn naive. Of course, she wasn't going to just hand him his guns, just the other day he had been their prisoner, still is, just because a few of them were acting friendly towards him doesn't mean that they're all friends. He is still very much their enemy as far as they are concerned, and most likely, if he tried to leave now, they'll hunt him down for sure, like they have promised to from the very beginning.

"Very well, but this isn't over." He then turned around, walking away towards a corner that he'd like to tuck himself away in before he had to come back to Kore after realizing his small mistake that could become uncontrollably big. "By that I meant not from me- err, I mean this conversation is over, and that the thing that isn't over is something else..." he had to pause for e minute, to rearrange his thoughts.

"The gang, they'll still be coming." he finally said, not with a serious look and tone. "I heard one of them, the floaty one with the cloak, he was talking with Sunshine over there." he said, gesturing towards Vira, "The cloak guy said they they were after us, this entire group for some reason, something about how we were trying to fight them or something, it kinda sounded like crazy talk. If you don't believe me, ask Sunshine, she should know more, she's the one he was talking to after all."

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[Syphe]

The man revealed his name to be Garret, who did so without requiring much prodding, much to Sera's appreciation. Leaning on the table, Sera shifted her weight, easing off the strains from her ever-present bruises. It was good a thing she wore clothing that covered the majority of her skin, otherwise she would not be surprised to find herself looking like a strange spotted creature. The thought creeped her out, and she dearly wished for a nice warm bath. Shuddering at the image, she quickly sought something else to drag her attention. "We are not a gang. We really aren't a guild either. Just some people who got caught up in a little pinch together and just decided to stick together for the time being."

Letting her eyes wander the bar, she came upon a less-than-pleasant sight. There was Kore, who seemed to glisten with sweat next to a bloody Ryuji. Holes that should not be on a living man were present on his chest. In all it was not a pretty sight. "Don't move too much, I've got more to do." She said to Garret, half-sighing from the energy it took to stand. The few moments of respite allowed her to breath, but time has passed now and the pain was settling in -- yet it certainly could not compare to what he was going through. Sera hobbled as fast as she could to the two, ignoring the internal screaming for rest inside her mind. She had a job, and she will see it through until it's finished or she drops!

Kneeling down, bottle of dwindling alcohol and cloth readily available for duty, Sera spoke to Kore, in a calm soothing voice, for this kind of trauma could potentially have serious mental effects, and not too long ago did Kore nearly have her life snuffed up in a very brutal way. "Hey.. how're you holding up? Is there anything I can do to help?" She nearly brought her arm over her shoulder to provide some sort of comfort, but ceased, remembering her awkwardness with hand gestures. As she waited for Kore's reply, Sera began to undo the cloth wrapped around her arms, which revealed various marks and bruises on her own arms.

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[Thalia_Neko]

Vira

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Vira watched as people began to congregate at the tavern once more. This time it made more sense, since more than half the town was rubble and smoldering wreckage. With the tavern being one of the finest places that survived a majority of the destruction, unlike the last town, where Vince's bar was ruined. So at least Vira hadn't be involved in the destruction of two bars.. heh. She would've been upset even more if that had been the case for sure.

The people coming were most of whom she recognized. Stepping aside, Kore brought in the flirt. She peered down at him, and snickered. "Aw, poor baby. Is he okay??" she mocked. Ryuji always acted so cocky, so sure of himself, and here he was unconscious, having to be dragged around by the other one who was super cocky -Plantbitch herself. The next set of familiar faces was Lucas and Scarlett. Both of which Vira had gone out of her way in the previous battle to save. Just looking at them reminded Vira's body of the painful knocks and hits she had endured. Her rusty eyes lingered on Scarlett, hoping the little girl was okay, otherwise her previous effort would've been for nothing. "Nurse, you better make sure that little girl is okay," Vira hissed, seeing Sera start attending to Ryuji. While she was saying that, she noticed Plantbitch and the Hunter's interaction. He asked for his guns back, something she denied. Probably smart. "Okay? Good," Vira ended, turning away. Her ears picked up how Hunter man was speaking about Harbinger's words to her. "He seemed to be able to read minds," she announced glaring; Vira really didn't like that fact.

'Relax,' came Ellie's voice.

'This is why..' Vira protested.

'I know,' Ellie sounded in low spirits.

"It's cuz of that ability, that The One came and attacked here tonight," Vira explained. "He said there were those plotting against The One. Since that was an issue, they decided to preemptively deal with it." Her words were fast, tone brusque. Clearly to her it was simply understood. "He was talking to me, but he was talking about some of u-y-you -y- us, I mean." Shecanned the group there; eyes glinting with wetness. Some of them there wanted The One gone, and that was enough to draw their ire. But.. something deeper was felt by the darkhaired chick.

"Ah-ggghr!" Vira growled, spinning on her heel, flipping her long hair, and strutting right out the tavern's door. Now out here, she walked a tiny bit away. Bending over, she began to pick at the dead bodies around, some of which belonged to thugs from The One, but some of which unfortunately did not.

'Think we should change our plans?' Ellie questioned, in spite of being a large reason for convincing Vira to engage The One.

"No," Vira spoke aloud, grabbing some coins and things from some thug, pushing his body over. "These assholes are our problem.. This is all my fault." She continued to scavenge, while Ellie asked inside.

'What? How do you figure?'

'You know why.'

'Because of The Devil?'

Vira nodded.

'Vira, that was years and years ago... The One.. you have nothing to do with them,' Ellie refuted.

'That's wrong, and you know it.' She stood up, inspecting something. Tossing it away, she stated, "If I didn't help Him. None of this would've ever been possible."

'You know that. The Devil would never have come into power if it hadn't been been for me.'

'Us. Been for us,' Ellie corrected.

"Yes, well... Semantics." Vira coldly replied, picking up something else.

'Vira.. The Devil and His Demons isn't the one who attacked here,' Ellie explained.

Vira snorted, turning the thing over. "You were always a bit more naive, weren'tcha sis?" Shaking her head, she growled angrily. "And who do you think allowed The One to attack here?" She placed whatever it was into her bag, and stood up straight, 'turning to face' Ellie. 'It is His fault this happened, His fault that The One is allowed to do what they do around here. Likely they have an agreement of sorts. Hence He can only allow it, because we helped him take over.' She narrowed her eyes, clenching her fists.

"Because I helped him." Shrugging sarcastically, she said finally, "Thus, this is my fault."

"Ack!!" Vira screamed out, falling to one knee, arm holding her side. Her other hand went to the broken wall beside her to help steady her. Grimacing, she grumbled, "Ughhh urghhh.. th-thought I dealt with it..." She felt wetness on her hand. "Guess I was hurt worse than I thought..."

'Harbinger is a truly treacherous foe, indeed.'

Eyes watering, Vira echoed darkly, "Indeed."


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Kore Dair​

Staying where she was, Kore silently listened to Lucas' threat- well... Whether he intended it as a threat or not, that's how she took it.
Without looking at Vira, she responded, "I'd be surprised if he lived through this, actually Vira.", she sighed. It was her fault, after all. She had basically given Ryuji a death sentence.
She half listened to Vira, as she watched Sera approach herself and Ryuji, waiting until Vira had said her piece and stormed out before she focused on Sera. "I'm fine. And there's no point in wasting your supplies on Ryuji... He's been poisoned. If his healing ability can't handle it, he's going to die anyway.", she leaned her head back against the bar, "I mean... There is some sort of special charcoal that helps with poisoning, but I can't remember what it is... Last resort you could always try and feed him some charcoal. It's worth a shot, right, Sera?", she looked down at him. It must worth a shot... Right? Sure, charcoal wasn't exactly the best thing to ingest, but it wasn't poison or anything... And anything they could do to help him would be good...
She thought about what Vira had said... Kore had no intention to plot against any groups, just as long as they left her alone, she was happy. There was nothing she could do by herself, the events of that day had proven such a thing. So it was our groups fault that they attacked the town... Well, there's nothing that can be done now. Her eyes had closed while she was thinking, and she forced them open, struggling to keep herself awake.
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[Kiroshiven]

Khayn Powers

He watched in awed silence as the man he'd left to defend the bar had aggravated Crackerjack into a fury, enough to be willing to blow up the town, but it seemed Sizemore had another plan. The resulting explosion sent debris flying everywhere and would've sent him flying if not for changing his weight by morphing into a walrus. Damn that was massive. He changed back into himself and looked at all the death and destruction. He'd failed as a hero, but even so, there was a glimmer. Several people seemed to survive and the townsfolk were climbing out of some sort of underground bunker that had protected them. "Well, things look grim, but they're better than everyone dying." He said with his optimistic tone before heading back towards where he left Nissa. "I hope that girl is okay." He muttered as he came across two weak looking individuals and three people in robes saying they were going to basically kidnap them. "Not on my watch villains." He cried out leaping to be between them. "No matter what you say, these two will be coming with me to the tavern where people they trust are." His arms bulking to look much like a gorilla's, Khayn picked up the girl, Snow form earlier and the large man on the ground and went back to the tavern. Thankfully it was still in tact and if Tanya returned, she could at least help with treatment. "I've got two more injured." He said sitting the pair down at a table. "Nissa, are you here? We could use some more emotional stability in these folks."

Morgan LLewellyn

She had panicked. The fact that he could do more than she expected had her clinging to him for dear life. Never did I think I'd play the damsel in distress, but this fight is bonkers! She heard crackerjack mentioning his own special ability after the man she drained landed his own. "Final Firework?" She peeked around her shield to see him glowing and watched Sizemore devour the man whole. The explosion nearly sent her tumbling away, but she managed to latch on to her cohort again. "Guess I didn't need to drain your energy at all." She spoke as the dust settled and everything was basically gone. She walked over to where the bunker was and happily saw the folks coming out, though they looked astonished by what had happened. "Well, it could be worse." She spoke as she saw Tanya step out. "You're alive!!!" Morgan ran over and hugged the barkeep with pure excitement. "We should head towards the bar and salvage what's left."

Walking while making sure not to touch anyone, Morgan was surprised the bar had remained mostly intact. "Lucky day for you Tanya."

"Indeed." Tanya spoke as if dazed by the fact her establishment survived. As they walked in the pair saw everyone looking worse for wears. "Oh my." Tanya went behind the counter and pulled out a duffle bag that she'd hidden away. As she opened it up she went to the woman who seemed to be looking after the others. "I've got some medical supplies. Alcohol, bandages, some supplies for stitching wounds. I'm probably not as comfortable with them as you are, but I'm going to help who I can." Her eyes drifted to the man sweating profusely, breathing erratically and obviously not having a good day. "Nightshade poison?" It wasn't uncommon for travelers to wind up here after eating the black berries and collapsing in her tavern. "An old help could be Vinegar. MORGAN! Get the vinegar! We got another shader."

"Got it." Morgan went into the back and collected the half-empty bottle of vinegar. "We're almost out, but if you give him a couple cups of this, it should make the poison easier on his system. Though depending on how much and how long ago he was poisoned it may not have an effect." Morgan noticed the discoloration of his skin in three spots along with the large holes in the leather vest he was wearing. "Of course, with the ability to heal wounds like those, I think he'll be fine." Morgan set the bottle down before remembering she needed to put her gloves back on. Sliding the fingerless bueaties onto her hands she set to work being Tanya's little helper fetching supplies that she needed for the injured.

Scarlett O'Hare

Lucca found her after she'd been propped up against some debris by the exploding giant. He told her not to sulk. She wasn't sulking. She'd given up. There was a big difference. If she was sulking it would've been like she just was sad about it and could get over it. But she was worthless, the one time she could be useful to anyone since leaving her old master and she couldn't even do anything. The only thing she could do worth a damn would be to die in a hole. She felt the lad carry her off somewhere. When he stopped and spoke to Patrick, Snow and the weirdos from earlier. She didn't listen, it didn't matter anymore. The sound of her old master's voice no longer haunted her, but that meant she had no purpose. No goal. No......anything. She was a puppet without strings or a dog without a home. Getting set down in the bar, her vacant eyes drifted about. The people had survived and one of them, the bartender checked her over. Scarlett had a few bruises, but those would heal in time. The woman left the little girl as she looked up at the ceiling. I should just die here. She thought as she closed her eyes and let the darkness of sleep embrace her.


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[ShadowBroker]

Iamthemanfish littleberry Thalia_Neko Kiroshiven

Location: Inside the bar - Outside the bar

Characters: First - Second - Third - Fifth.

Actions: Enters the bar - Meets Vira - Meets Khayn.

Whatever idea this so call Hero had for both Patrick and Snow simply escaped reasonable thought when he called them all villains and moved the two inside an unprotected bar with only way in and out from the same. His move lacked of tactical purpose as it seem, a chaotic rescue with little thought. If anything there is no shame to accept the sudden failure to comprehend what just happened, the projections look at each other as they gave into the possibility the man was actually *mad* or playing a joke like a scrounger-like child. The First did not like the joke in any way possible, taking it rather a bit personal to be called a villain... probably thinking in thousands of ways to skin the man alive with his bare hands. The Fifth, on the other hand, committed himself to express his confusion openly, "Has he- What the- Is he mad?"

The Second folded his arms behind him, leaving nothing but a expressionless gesture in return. He said nothing at all but shared a short yet impeccable absence of satisfaction by the kind of people they would so meet inside. The Third had a poor unneeded interest as to what the man had so force himself to act against their will - she simply followed The Second right after The First had so entered the bar, unarmed at first - clearly.

The First idea was simple - Kill the mad man and ensure the cargo, such is Patrick and probably the hideous child if she so insist to be by his side, but the bar was rather crowed, more than so expected. However his attention got driven away by a so familiar voice that seem to be speaking freely without a respond back. Vira was, in fact, near by his current location with what it seemed like a very interesting wound, or at least it seemed she was in pain. Nevertheless, The First also seem to detect someone else, someone that seem interested in the same thing. Instead on going after her, aid her or anything alike - he stood in middle of the way, staring her down, letting himself be of notice as he did not try to hide himself from the rest.

Meanwhile, The Second would pass by the two, followed by the Third and Fifth in order to secure the zone. He aimed directly to where the mad-man was carrying Patrick, "Emotional stability. No doubt there are others priorities." the old man spoke, his voice deep not acting in form of aggression though tired, "Heal him, patch him up and let him give some rest. But Mr. O will come with us as planned." the Third added, "The child can stay or come with us. Its of no importance."​

 

[revior]

Lucca Malkovich
Location: Bar - Outside
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Mind reading, so that's what it was... So thought Lucca, now understanding how the cloaked man found him in the first place. However, it wasn't just mind reading was it? No, the man had another power.

"Are you sure? Because as far as I could tell, he could also control the wind."

If both were true, then that means that this Abnorm has two abilities. Such a thing, it wasn't unheard of, at least to Lucca, but he had always thought of it to be a myth, until now.

Seeing Vira leaving the bar, Lucca wanted to go as well, if not just to get some fresh air he also wanted to get a chance to thank her for saving him. There was no chance in hell that he's going give her the opening to call him an ungrateful bastard.

With a slight delay after Vira had left, Lucca followed suite. Quickly, he found her, and though he had assumed that she would be further away, perhaps find a corner for herself to sulk in or whatever they do in their free time, he instead found her picking at corpses, taking the belonging of the dead. Well, it's not as if they needed it.

A brief moment was taken for Lucca to steel himself before he approaches, he needed a clam demeanor when talking with this chick else things may go out of control once the sass begins, like that time in the forest. He wouldn't want to get slapped again. However, in that moment he took, he couldn't help but hear her mutter something to herself, something very concerning. He decided to approach her.

"Your fault? Your fault in what exactly?"

It seemed to have something to do with what had just happened, and Lucca couldn't help but want to ask. He wondered if it was something that occurred when she was talking with that cloaked guy. Perhaps she had said something that egged the man on into attacking, he certainly would put it pass her.

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[Thalia_Neko]

Vira
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Vira had no time to consider if Ryuji would survive his injuries. Her own were more grievous than she had originally thought. Her power was currently at a low buzz, probably from the alcohol, but it could be because she so rarely got hurt, that her power didn't even register the pain she was in as danger. Maybe she wasn't in any danger at all, actually, and her body just ached. Whatever the case, she was bent over, clutching herself. She was bleeding just a bit on her side, from some injury that she thought she had looked at well enough. Her bandages were soaked through, and it was more than obvious she probably needed better medical aid... Too bad she was too stubborn to seek it out. Nurse would never work on her anyway, she was certain Nurse hated her.

Glancing backwards at the sudden voice that seemed to be directed at her, Vira barely noticed the odd man who wanted to kill her standing off to the side. He had been there with her when Harbinger spoke. Actually, the man who wanted to kill her, and the Hunter-Abnorm had both been there. She would have to be careful; he was circling her like a shark, obviously searching the right moment to strike and take her out like he so wished. (It sucked being hurt like this, then; it sucked being less than 100%). Her rustic gaze passed over the former to look at the latter. Neither of these men she cared for. Ryuji was the only man she had thought perhaps was decent, until he started flirting with everything with a pretty face, a sweet smell, and bouncy chest orbs. Then she realized he was just your average lecherous scumbag tom. The other girls around were too thirsty and dumb to open their eyes. They were too busy being hormonal schoolgirls, instead of normal mature adults. It was disgraceful.

Anyway, to the Hunter-Abnorm behind her. Wincing, she lowered her head, breathing hard. "What?! Oh.." She had been speaking aloud some of that it seemed. "Eavesdropping on a private conversation are ya?" She growled in frustration, but also because she was in pain. Vira forced herself to look back up at him, with a clear look of displeasure and discomfort. "N-nothing is! Forget it~!"

"Y~you didn't hear anything! N-nothing like that!"

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"You had this lying around??" Sera was a little startled when the bouncer suddenly spoke to her and gave her a bottle of vinegar. "This... could work. It's a big help! Thanks."

"Charcoal? Why would... wait. Charcoal? Charcoal.... where did I hear that from?" Pondering this, Sera reached far back into the depths of her mind, digging through both formal and informal medical education, to remember what it was. Being a field medic, she dealt more with bullet injuries and other physical trauma that usually required external treatment, rarely internal cases such as diseases and poisoning. There was a couple times where a couple people she was with got peckish and decided to eat a couple berries out in the middle of nowhere. Which, of course was a terrible terrible idea. One of people who ate the berries died not too long after, much to Sera's grief and confusion, and it wasn't until someone offered her the berries "as consolation," that she stomped out a huge fire and made everyone who even touched the berries chow down on charcoal stew. Nightshade berries are no joke! Recalling all of this also reminded her of those "informal education" sessions she went through. A mentor of hers believed in the ideology that one cannot properly treat another being without first experiencing the pain and injuries themselves. One of those lessons involved herbology. A very hands-on learning experience.


"Uuugh... even his rosy cheeks can't handle the potency of nightshade without breaking a sweat... as you can see. These wounds aren't even something a normal human could survive with just sleep! Did this pretty boy get hungry flirting with you?" Almost forgetting about her own sores amidst her exasperated words, Sera stood up. "He seems to be hanging on. Doesn't seem like he want's to die just yet, and I'm sure he'll appreciate all the help he can get. You stay here with him, try to get him comfortable and make sure nothing disturbs him. You've been through plenty yourself, so you should rest, too. Leave the rest to me. I'll go see what I can do about the charcoal. By itself, it's not much... but it's enough." Smiling reassuringly, Sera looked at Kore and Ryuji one last time before returning the cloth and bottle to her bag and exiting out the bar, a mission on her mind providing energy to her tired body.

Easing her way down the steps, she decided where to go first. The explosions weren't conventional, but fires from other sources had been started so those places would be a magnificent start. She turned towards the direction of the remnants of a bombed and burnt structure, only the main support beams and foundation left partially intact. There's bound to be something once the fire has already gone out. With this in mind, she went forward, stopping momentarily when she noticed that the dark-haired lady was still not too far from the bar, bent over, and speaking with... that man from before. She caught a few words, she was denying something. That piqued her interest, especially since Sera barely ever heard anything from her that wasn't either: an insult, an intangible scream/yell, or a tirade. Coming over to help would make a great excuse, but Sera stopped herself... suddenly feeling afraid of being yelled at again. She rarely felt this way about anyone, but this time there wasn't any other way around it. She had spoken to her several times and not once had she been able to hold a civil conversation, or any at all for that matter. No "thank you," no compliments. All she seemed to care about her is her medical expertise, and right now even she herself is ignoring it. Sera didn't even know her name! Would now make a difference? Muscle-heads hate showing weakness, so maybe now wasn't a good time, with that man there. 'Maybe.. another time.'

With that, Sera looked away, and began to walk over to the ruins, resuming her original task.

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[revior]

Lucca Malkovich
Location: Outside Bar
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"Don't you need two to make a conversation?" said Lucca as he watches Vira all hunched over and in pain. "Hmm, nothing huh? Must have misheard a breeze that happened to sound like you then." And with that comment, Lucca pursues this no longer. In the end it really didn't matter to him what she did. What's done is done, nothing can change that.

"You should head back to the bar and get yourself patched up. You might be good at dodging before, but now you're a sitting duck. You wouldn't want to be caught off guard by a thug or, god forbids, a Hunter, would you?" Lucca then turned around, his back defenselessly facing towards her, and extended his hand towards his shoulder, rubbing it. "You know, it must be the paralysis but damn my shoulders are sore. If only someone would put a weight on it, maybe even lean on it or something, that would be great."

He had meant to lend her his shoulder, but Lucca figured that she would probably not accept it straightforwardly, this one, after all, is a stubborn piece of work. But since she's such a big softie, maybe she'd be more open to it if he made it look like he's the one asking for help. of course, once he had said it out loud, he immediately realized how silly he sounded. Well, to late to feel silly now.

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[Clockwork Syringe]

Jackson felt the individual get off his back as they ran off once mentioning someone. Upon listening briefly he learned two names, the person he was working with was called Morgan, and the barkeeper was Tanya, ~I'll ask Morgan some things once it's all settled down. Now where's Sera? I want to make sure that she's still around as I didn't see her after I left the bar to attempt to take on Sizemore.~ Exiting the bar, he looked around the remnants of a few destroyed buildings starting to think, ~uh oh.~ Of course, that was dispelled once he saw her looking through a few of the ruins causing a smile to appear on his masked face. She was one of the few people he was comfortable talking with, as well as Snow. Approaching her with the sounds of gravel and stones crunching under his boots, he spoke. "Hey Sera, good to see you're still around. Need some help? I know a few things about anatomy, but not as much as you though.
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[Thalia_Neko]

Vira​

'Need two..?' "U-uhm... I.. I suppose, dammit!" Shouting pained her chest, forcing her to shiver. Holding herself there, she hissed again, this time meaning it more, "Dammit!" She rounded back on him, but was forced to stop half-way, leaning heavily against the wall. Her body had random compulsive spasms. "G-grr.. Y-yeah, you must've!!" He seemed to drop it, without the need of her bitching to him about minding his own business, but then what he said made her even angrier.

"Oh shut the fuck up! You're a damn stupid Hunter! What do you k-know?! You're weak and useless!" Vira shouted nonstop at him. What he said here only made sense, though. Not that Vira would ever admit that to anyone, least of all herself. Bent over, grimacing in pain, she opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry. "O-oh..." was her subdued response. Blinking rapidly, she licked her lips and swallowed. Glaring at him, even though he was a blur in her vision, she spat, "I don't care about your stupid shoulder!!" She understood what he was getting at, but for someone like Vira, she wouldn't accept the 'bait'. Turning, she pushed off the broken wall and stumbled away, dripping blood along her path.

"I.. am... perfectly... f-f-fine!" She spat at anyone, to everyone, attempting to convince them and even herself. Even Ellie's voice within her was muffled. Body hit with multiple quakes, she still tried to do it on her own. Unfortunately for Vira, her small scavenger hunt was cut short. She attempted to round a corner, to head off on her own, maybe find a nice secluded place to rest. Instead, what ended up happening, was her vision went from blurry to dark, and her stumbles ended altogether. She realized that this was her most vulnerable. She realized it far too late. Her power was blaring in her head, but she could do nothing about it. "Ugr-r-ggrhh..." she groaned, before taking a step. That step had no balance within it, and she fell face-first, hitting the dusty, scorched, broken-up ground. Vira blacked out. Hell, at least laying there she looked cute, right? Far cuter than when she was awake.

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Kore Dair​

Kore listened silently as the owner of the bar gave them a vinegar to help, and watched Sera as she tried to remember. When Sera tried to joke about it, what little colour that was in her face drained away, and she swallowed, not answering Sera. She stayed quiet, and only nodded, watching Sera leave. She was surprised that Sera didn't work it out, but she was glad that she hadn't yet... The moment she, or anyone, works out what happened... They'll think you hurt him on purpose... You'll be an enemy... Her paranoia kept whispering to her, feeding her doubts. She had always listened to it before, living feral meant it usually proved useful and it was often right... She had never been in a group like this before, and she didn't know how to deal with it.
Sighing, she grabbed Ryuji's jacket, and pulled him closer, and put his head on her lap. That's about as comfortable as it's going to get for him... She leaned back, resting her head on the bar, and... Despite her best efforts, her eyes began to droop closed. She was really sore and achy, and longed for the sweet release of sleep, but it was completely against her will to sleep in civilisation, she was much to paranoid to do so... So she wasn't able to fall completely asleep, but her eyes were closed, and she was in a half-sleep, half-awake state, still aware of her surroundings and listening to everything while semi-resting.
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