Fantasy The Dark World (rp)

[ShadowBroker]

revior Thalia_Neko

Location: Outside the bar.

Characters: First.

Actions: Vira's *accident*

If anything - it was unexpected. First thought of her as an undying warrior capable not only to withstand hell itself but come back with something clever to say. Such an illusion that last little as the woman suddenly dropped to the ground, no more energy within her to muster any other word but to grunt as her face met the dust. The one she called 'Hunter' seem to try to give her a hand before though his teasing hardly permitted the correct way to persuade her into allow any kind of help. Though on his behalf, she did not make it any easier by refusing anyone who comes to her aid.

It did not matter now - The only thing standing between First's blade and Vira's throat was the pathetic hunter whom abilities seem subject to nothing but his weaponry which; by the looks of the man, he did not have. It seemed like a jackpot, a chest full of treasures all at his reach - The Joy...

The First began his advance forward, step by a step like a shadow crawling from beneath your bed, nothing but his breath to make notice of such entity - one that can not be heard but felt from behind your neck. The black robes that mimic the darkness itself like a veil that extends from his back; and the mask - one that offers no sign of kindness or gentleness; but one taken straight out from horror movies. Everything on his appeal indicated that this monster would - finally - achieve what he has been seeking for such a long time.

Yet... above all speculations suggested by his past phrase and actions, The First did nothing as much as to raise Vira from the ground, taking a side of her shoulder as he sighted towards Lucca, leaving him another shoulder for him to carry her if he so wanted to insist on the task to be a *Hero* or even graceful for how she so saved him back in the rooftop. Not that he needed his help to carry such a dead weight - but it seem almost rightful as to give him the chance.

Why did the First allow himself to help her rather than finish his later task? Probably for some sense of duty that escaped his comprehension, maybe he wished to know why, for such an unreasonable woman, risks her life standing beside such companions... or - maybe above all questionable reasons that one can think of, he only wished to kill her only if the woman propose a fair challenge, instead of just stab her in the back; probably the later made more sense for someone as far as corrupted as the First himself.

Once The First entered the bar, he would seek for a table where to lay her body to rest, rather than a chair. Some of the projections would fetch a table, clean it up tossing everything it has aside. What matters now... is the next step.​

 

[revior]

Lucca Malkovich
Location: Outside - Bar
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Lucca could only sigh. Such a stubborn girl, would even humor him for a bit. In fact, she had been so stubborn, he was pretty sure that she's some kind of insane. No, perhaps not insane, thinking about it again, it seemed to be more the cause of her abnormality. For perhaps as long as she had lived her powers had allowed her to evade the dangers that come to her, and if that is true, then that would have crippled her own survival instincts, going so far as to lack even the common sense of accepting help, or even seeking out help when you needed it. Human cannot survive on their own, individually they are too weak, and they have to live and coexist with one another to assure mutual survival and prosperity. The only ones who would think that they could survive without any help with even a slight sense of reality, those could only be the Abnorms. Perhaps in better days they would be right, they'd be completely fine on their own, but these are dark days, and sooner or later, the likes of this dark haired bitch would have to work with others, or die alone in the dirt.

It was only after he had walked passed him did Lucca realized that he was there, one of the black robes. At first he feared that he was hostile and Lucca grasped at his guns to no avail, wishing that he had only pressure the Tree Lady to part with them. However, watching him lifting the injured woman from the ground, it was clear that this black robe was a friend, and now that he thought about, he was with her in that back alley wasn't he, when the gang attacked. Quickly, without being asked, Lucca went to help him, taking to the opposite side to help carry this troublesome girl back to the bar.

"Medic!" he called out as the black robes laid Vira on a table, not realizing that Sera was not there at the moment, "Can you take a look at our girl here once you're done with fox guy?"

As he scanned the room calling out to the Medic, Lucca spotted the Plant Lady, resting, sleeping perhaps. He could reach over and grab them, his guns, it would be so easy...... Next time, when there are less eyes around, not to mention, being untrusted as he is, getting his gun back in this manner isn't going to help him in the long run. Patience... patience.

Thalia_Neko ShadowBroker Syphe FrostFire @anyoneelsewhocares?

 

[Syphe]

The sudden sounds of footsteps crushing gravel made Sera tense up, though the familiar voice cleared away her worries. Jackson voiced his appreciation about her welbeing, which made Sera unable to contain a smile, bigger than it's been in a while. He seemed to be the only person that really cared that she was around. A person that saw Sera, as Sera. Not just a nurse -- which technically she is not, but unless someone bothers to learn more about her profession, it won't matter.

"Yep... you're still stuck with me." Chuckling softly, Sera let her gaze wander over him, looking at his arms, legs, and his masked face. "I'd appreciate the help. I'm a bit beat up... Right now, I'm trying to gather some charcoal to feed Ryuji. Yes. Feed. There's nightshade poison in his system, and no amount of his self-healing is getting rid of it anytime soon. Oh, here's some... oh woah!" Spotting a blackened pile, Sera went down on her knees and began gathering various pieces and probably a bit of ash when she heard a crack. Freezing, she slowly looked up. In the darkness, she did not see that the support column she was next to had a massive crack in it.

"Jackson! The pillar is gonna fall!"

Clockwork Syringe

 

[Clockwork Syringe]

Jackson saw Sera freeze for a moment and then heard her yell that the pillar she was next to was about to fall. He then ran as hard as he could in a direction that put Sera on his left and the pillar on his right. Once he was between them, he grabbed Sera around her waist with his left arm in a tight grip and then punched the pillar sideways as he ran past it. This caused the pillar to careen away from them and down into the ruins of another building with a remnant of the floor above it that still stood as it crashed into the building. Jackson thought they were safe when the floor debris came back at them causing him to shield Sera as it hit his back driving him down on one knee with Sera safely shielded in front of him. "OOMPH!" Jackson cried as the debris hit him in the back before he spoke to Sera, "you ok?"
Syphe

 

[Kiroshiven]

Ryuji Nakamoto

The sweating had stopped for a moment but his body was still going wild in terms of his breathing and heartbeat. It seemed that his body was successfully keeping the poison at bay, but that was about it. Little did everyone know what all the flirt was going through deep within the recesses of his mind.

Spoiler: Ryuji's Mind

As he opened his eyes, Ryuji found himself out in a field where smoke was rising into the sky. The land smelled of fire and the area was charged with electricity. "The hunt never ceases." The sound of the Fox filled his ears while his body continued to move. The grass and twigs snapping beneath his feet. This was the day I first met Hifumi! Ryuji's thoughts were the only thing he could control. He remembered what Hifumi had said as he drifted into the water back in the grotto. She wants me to relive these and learn? What am I supposed to learn form all of this? He sighed internally as he watched the Fox at work. Murdering the resistance that had formed in what used to be Mongolia. It was his mission, find the female leading these rebels and kill her. Slay everyone that got in the way.

It didn't take the fox long to find the target, she was fending off the Forever Army quite valiantly on her own. Even as the Fox watched, Ryuji could remember his own thoughts once again. So regal and beautiful. A battle maiden that appears only to protect those in times of need. Even as the memory let his past self take over, Ryuji was still mystified. They approached and as soon as the blade had pierced into his stomach, the past Ryuji chuckled. "You're quite skilled, but alas, every beautiful flower must be plucked." Wait, I said that?! Ryuji was a bit shocked that he flirted with such gusto back then. He'd been hiding away inside his mind, letting The Fox live as the predominant personality. As the memory progressed, Ryuji watched himself strike her so quickly before her arms fell to her side, unable to move. Only to get kicked in the stomach.

"Sweet talk means nothing on the battlefield. Either strike me down or hide somewhere Forever Dog." She hissed while Ryuji stood up. He wasn't going to kill her, even though he could feel the Fox in his head telling him to do so. It was the first time that he'd ever rebelled against that killer instinct of the Fox's. And as if sensing that, the woman knelt down. "You don't intend to kill me? Then what are you going to do?"

"You're too skilled of a fighter to waste by murdering. I'm taking you back with me." Pulling her sword out of his stomach, Ryuji's body healed near instantly, not even a little discoloration to be found. Was I ALWAYS that strong? Ryuji couldn't remember his healing power ever working like that. If it did then he'd probably be considered even more dangerous a threat. Now a days a wound like that would be discolored for an hour or so before finishing. And just as the memory began it faded to black. Finally able to speak for himself. "I was able to maintain my humanity. I was stronger than I am now. What happened to me?" Ryuji wondered for a moment before the next memory began to unfold.

In the real world, Ryuji begins tossing and turning. The dream being something that he does and doesn't want to remember. He slides from Kore's lap and onto the wooden floor. "Hi....fu...." He can't even speak clearly between his erratic breathing. "Hu...man...it" once again the word doesn't finish as his body continues to twitch, toss and turn.

Spoiler: Ryuji's Mind pt. 2

Another memory fills in. This time he's sitting in a bronze room where he is keeping an eye on the woman from the battlefield. Ryuji can see from his eyes that he's still his human self, the look in his eyes is soft. I remember this now! This was when Hifumi and I actually spoke, though it doesn't go well for me. He watched as his old self approached the cage. "Why is it that you hate the army so much?"

"Why wouldn't I? It kills off humans and abnorms that don't agree with them." Her words were like venom while Ryuji simply continued to stand there at the bars, without a weapon in the girl's hand there wasn't much that she could do to hurt him. Plus he was contemplating her words. He thought about how much the army was like that, but here he was saving her and trying to get her to change her opinion. "What's wrong dog? You seem to have something to say."

"I was just thinking that you may be speaking the truth."

"See even you-"

"But what about me then? I spared you didn't I?" Ryuji looked a bit confused by his own words. I didn't realize it then, but Hifumi's presence was something that saved me from the darkness. Of course, because of her attitude, there was no way for me to know the future. Ryuji put his hands on the bars and watched as the girl slammed her foot against them. "Fuck!"

"You merely did it because of my abnormality. There's no other reason for that."

"Maybe, but then again. I've killed other people with far more impressive abnormalities." Ryuji spoke before the Fox forced him aside. "So, you really think that he's nothing more than a murderous beast?" The Fox was speaking?! The Ryuji watching the memories felt his jaw hit the floor as the conversation continued, after all the Fox never spoke to him until recently. "You're a fool of a girl to think that." The fox's eyes shone with murder in them as he drew his needles. "I should kill you right now as ordered by my master, but that boy hasn't fought me before." The fox slipped the needles into their box. "You are a catalyst for his humanity, something I thought impossible to occur. I'd hate to lose such a valuable opportunity." The Fox turned around. "I think you should really reconsider what it means to be spared by an assassin then fix up that attitude. At least with Ryuji."

"Ryuji? Aren't you both the same?"

"I am Fox. Nothing more nothing less. A vicious animal bred to kill and murder and that's all I will ever be."

"And yet you're looking out for him."

The Fox looked unsettled, something even more shocking to Ryuji. "I'm merely curious about where this will go, and hoping that it ends with him suffering even greater to the point that I take control completely and he disappears forever." With that, Fox left the room and the memory faded to black. I just remember getting my fingers broken from her kick and leaving, but the Fox took over? He spoke to Hifumi on my behalf? He tried to get her to open up to me? So the following day when she was more talkative? Ryuji felt even more pathetic, but severely confused. "What's going on?! Are my memories all lies?!" Ryuji wanted to scream, he wanted to punch something, he wanted to just release the emotions that were plaguing him right now. He didn't want to see more of the memories. He just wanted to go back to the real world.

Ryuji's eyes fluttered open briefly in the real world. The pain of being poisoned along with his messed up shoulder and the burning feeling of where the branches had impaled him filling his mind. "Fox....Bastard." He cursed the fox before his eyes closed again. The poison was still working heavily on his body, but he was becoming more stable. Though something was obviously going on while he laid there.

 

[Thalia_Neko]

Vira

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"Ellie..!" Vira's voice gasped out, body twitching on the table. It shifted, head twisting and turning. It was like she was fighting to wake. "Ellie~!"

'You push yourself too hard,' Ellie was saying softly, but firmly. 'Can't you learn to stop being so needlessly 'independent', huh sister? It's unhealthy. Sometimes humans need to rely on another. It's called the 'human connection'!'

'No.~ I'm a free spirit, a loner... I am my own person, I don't need others,' Vira refuted flatly.

'No, you're a blockhead, Vira. You're too detached. You need more in your life Vira, I can promise you that,' Ellie argued, her voice coming out of the darkness, the girl materializing, placing her hands on her hips.

'Must you always be such a thorn in my side? Wh-what would you know anyway?? You're in my mind!' Dissentingly Vira asked, tone exasperated. 'Why can't you ever be on my side?'

'I am on your side -always.' Ellie spoke warmly, filling Vira with an intense heat of love between sisters. Together the two sighed simultaneously, for their own reasons. 'You're the one who refuses to listen to me. Refuses to work with me. Hence, blockhead, ya blockhead!'

"Ellie..." she breathed softly, still out of it, but in the process of waking up. Vira felt oddly at peace, and didn't feel like arguing with Ellie anymore. Slowly she opened her distinct rustic eyes. Light filled them, laying there on a table, as she looked gently around, recognizing the familiar surroundings of the Svitch's bar. Sitting up, she felt pain shoot through her side. "Ack!" the girl hissed, hand immediately going to the bloodied injury on her side, pressing down on it. Blinking, she glanced quickly around at her immediate surroundings. There was the Hunter beside her, and... that weird freak who wanted to kill her. Vira immediately reached for her sword, but pain wracked her body to move so quickly. "Ughhh, g-g-get away from me!" she hissed at the man in the robe, knowing he wanted to kill her. Right now she felt vulnerable, not up to really fight. That s... it..

Looking at the Hunter, she asked him quickly, slightly confused, "D-did you bring me here? How?.. How did I get... " Her eyes fell back on the robed man. "Did you defend me against him, Lucas?" She asked, nodding towards the robed man. "Huh? Well? Ughh..." Shaking her head, Vira stubbornly swung her legs off the side of the table, forcing herself to sit up.

"Auggh.." the chick groaned, face displaying her discomfort, her pain; she simply couldn't help it, her body felt terrible. She shoved off the table, feet catching her on the ground. Weak she nearly fell, having to grab ahold of the table she was just laying on. Struggling, she forced herself to stand upright. Vira heard a thud nearby, glancing over, she saw the redhead man fall from the plant lady's lap. Face distorted between anger, frustration, confusion, pain, and.. something else. Rolling her eyes, she reached into her kimono, plucking a small pouch of coins. "I-it's.. I duno whose it is, but.. ah -whatever! Here!" She tossed it to Kore, knowing Ryuji probably wouldn't be able to catch it in his state.

As if to demonstrate what Vira intended for the money, she forced herself to leave the Hunter-Abnorm's and Robed-Killer's side. Grunting with effort, she limped back to the bar's counter, and up to Tanya. "Here! More.. more al-alchol! Now!" She demanded, slamming another bag of coins on the counter between them, pointing behind her at the alcohol behind the bar. "What? The-there may have been a battle, but you can always use the cash right barkeep? D-do I have to repeat myself?!" She pointed 'harder' at the alcohol. "Well?! G-giv-ackkk.. -give me some of that fucking dirty water, fuck! Like.. Like right now sister, c'mon!"

She glanced at the sizable pouch of coins she had taken off the corpses outside. Looking in disbelieving anger, Vira revealed her impatience. "What?! Is this not enough for your liquid gold?!? H-huh? Augh.. d-dammit. C'mon! Stop being so stingy lady! I.. I need the fucking hard-stuff!"


Interacts: revior ShadowBroker Syphe Kiroshiven FrostFire
Mentions: basically anyone who wants to respond or cares ^^

 

[FrostFire]

Kore Dair​

Feeling Ryuji moving on her lap, Kore forced her eyes open just in time to see him fall off her lap. She didn't try to move him back or anything, she just let him be - assuming he was probably having a nightmare or was delusional from the poison, and would continue to toss and turn.
Hifumi? That person must be very important to him... Kore had heard him say that name a couple of times now, and although she was deathly curious, she thought it best to hold her tongue. Hell, I don't even know what gender that name would be given to. She thought it was a girls name, but having no knowledge about New Asia apart from little snippets she had heard here and there - the word or name could mean any manner of things. ... Fox? She was even more curious now - in her head she spun a story of the beautiful Hifumi, whom Ryuji had lost to his bitter rival, the fox, in a failed courting. Ha. That sounds ridiculous, but it would explain his constant flirting. She chuckled internally at her imagination - of course nothing so silly would have happened, Ryuji's words were no hint to anything. She was just glad he seemed to be calming down for the moment.
Sighing, she looked up just in time to see a pouch flying right towards her face. With a yelp, and flinching out of the way, the bag hit the wood behind her, where her head had just been. Hissing from the pain of her sudden movements, she picked up the bag, and looked to the person who threw it. None other than Vira, supreme bitch herself.
"Ugh... Vira, why... Why are you giving me this...?", her tone wasn't unfriendly, and was perfectly civil, but neutral. She was confused, and even more so when she realised there was money inside, and her confusion showed on her face.
Ummmm... What? Vira didn't seem to be the giving type, so Kore decided it was safe to assume Vira wanted her to do something else with the money, run and errand for her or something. "What would you like me to do with this...?", she looked up at Vira, who now happened to be standing quite close to Kore.
Kiroshiven Thalia_Neko

 

[Syphe]

Coughing from the dust and ash kicked up from the pillar, Sera nearly lost her footing as she tried to see what was going on. Just moments before she was turned into a Sera-pancake, she felt a strong arm around her waist before she got blinded by the cloud of dusty particles. The sound of Jackson's grunt of pain sent alarms in her brain to reorient her surroundings, though she couldn't really move due to the iron grip that was borderline painful as she had several bruises in that area. Of course, she's not going to complain when he did indeed, save her life right then and there. "T-tha--- ahem. Yes, thank you... for saving my life." She said gently, while trying to avoid direct eye contact with him. Sera fought the inevitable heat gathering behind her cheeks as she softly nudged at Jackson's arm. "Um... could you let go now? You're... kinda of hurting me."

Clockwork Syringe

 

[Clockwork Syringe]

Jackson quickly un-grasped Sera as she asked to be released since the danger was over. Doing so, he stood up and took a look around at the scene. Any sort of cover that the ruin had granted was now gone as the pillar supporting it had collapsed. Moving his shoulders, arms, and back, Jackson made sure that everything was still in one piece despite taking quite a hit from the concrete. Over the many times he had used his power, his body had developed a tolerance to force so all that would be evident of this would be a bruise. Luckily, he did not inhale any dust due to his helmet so he was still good to go, just tired. "You still need saving or are you good to go Sera?" Jackson joked. "Besides, I've got a card game with you later I'm looking forward to after all."
Syphe

 

[Kiroshiven]

Tanya and Morgan
Tanya simply moved to the bar after making sure most everyone was good. However, this woman was becoming a problem. "I'd prefer it if you calmed down a bit Miss. You don't need liquor right now. You need medical attention. Plus, you're excitement will hinder the recovery of others." She placed her hand on the woman's. "So come with Morgan and me and be quiet." She said as Morgan looked surprised. "We're heading upstairs Morgan. Based off her injuries we'll need to take off her clothes to work. I'm not exposing her here and I trust you not to make a scene." Tanya tightened her grip on the rowdy patron before heading up the stairs to where Morgan and Tanya lived on their own. Once their she shut the door behind Morgan, who was bringing the medical supplies. "Before you say anything ma'am, Morgan's a woman. So no need to be conscious of that."

"Wow, thanks for keeping my secret safe Tanya!" Morgan growled as the woman sighed. "Yes I'm a woman so you don't need to worry about anything." Morgan placed her gloved hand in the woman's and smiled softly. "You're the second person to know my secret. Keep it safe will ya?" She asked finally getting to relax a bit and stop trying to hide herself. "So, this may sting a bit, but just grip my hand if it hurts too much. Also, I apologize in advance if you pass out." Morgan wasn't going to tell this woman her power, but she needed to take some semblance of responsibility.

Tanya slowly and carefully removed the armor from on the woman and looked at the reopened wounds. "When I get finished don't you DARE start trying to run around and cause trouble. Otherwise, you're being left to bleed to death. Got it?!" Tanya always felt responsible for people, but this time she just didn't like how this woman was pushing herself so hard. Slowly removing the bandages, Tanya reached into the bag of medicine and grabbed the alcohol. She poured it over the reopened wounds and sighed. "You really did a number to your body." She pulled out the thread and suture needle and began to tie up the cut. So long as this woman didn't exert herself too much over the next day or two, there wouldn't be any problems. With the final stitch complete, she tore off the end and stood up. "It's not as good as a professional doctor, but it will do. Also, I'm having Kayn come up here to keep you from running around. He's a good guy, acts like a hero and too much of a pushover sometimes, but a good guy." Tanya smiled as she walked downstairs and dragged the lug up.

Morgan however stayed near the woman and smiled. "I don't know what you're going through, but that Ellie girl must've been important to you. I can understand what it's like to never be able to see or touch someone important to you again." She spoke calmly before leaving the pair in the room.

Khayn Powers

"Look, I don't know what kind of cult you robed freaks are a part of, but when someone says they don't want to go with you, respect their decision, so long as they're not commiting any crimes that is." He glared at them. "This Mr. O fellow doesn't want to travel with you. He has every right to stay here but you idiots are too dense to even see that. You're blinded by your own beliefs and refuse to budge on them." It was rather amusing to see the hero stating comments that could be applied to himself. "Just let him recover here THEN you can discuss going elsewhere like a civil human being." As he started up on the continuation of this rant, Tanya called for him. "Coming."

Once upstairs he saw the woman that had been making a racket earlier. "Oh, so you want me to watch her?" Tanya nodded and explained that this woman wasn't allowed to do strenuous activity at least for the day. "Got it." He morphed into a baby panda and walked over to the woman. "I'm here to keep you company, figured this form would be more relaxing than having an awe inspiring hero beside you the whole time." He would've smiled if not for the fact that he was currently a panda bear.

Thalia_Neko ShadowBroker

 

[Hetrix]

Mason sighed as he wandered an empty road, his walking seemingly slow and without purpose.
Did he have an objective, well no, not at all. Well not a plausible one anyways. Masons true goal was world peace, but hell knows when thats happening.
He was right now trying to find something to do in these desolant waste lands he calls home. Maybe help some poor people who need it.

 

[Isolde]

Garret


Garret lay his head on the table once again like a bored school-boy. His face was away from the rest of the people in the tavern and looked through a window curiously. Itching in the back of his mind, and his nose, was the seemingly inescapable stench of blood and alcohol. It was overwhelming him and he could even taste both at once, which greatly upset him since he especially wasn't a fan of either. There was only one time the boy had intentionally drank alcohol and it was purely out of curiosity. Since then he has grown quite the resentment for it.

Turning his head lazily to look around for Sera, Garret noticed she was nowhere to be found surprisingly enough. He knew he was supposed to stay stationary but he just couldn't take the stench anymore. He figured as long as he wouldn't put too much stress on his left arm or his left leg he'd be fine to go for a walk of somewhat fresher air. Keeping this in mind, he half-limped his way out and tossed a few simple words in case Sera came back and wondered where he went for some reason. "I need some air, I'll be right back.." And with that, he began wandering around the streets of this poor destroyed town.

Not breathing in heavily, but still taking in a bit more air than usual- Garret felt his nostrils and mouth clear some of the disturbing tastes. Even so, they were replaced by ash and a few more scents he couldn't quite make out. As he drew closer to a corner of some block, one of those scents became more clear. It was that of a person. Not a familiar one, but one nonetheless. Curiosity drove him to cautiously round the corner with only his head sticking around it but his head was enough. He saw some blonde guy who didn't look as old as the rest of the people he'd encountered- minus the few little kids. This guy didn't look like he'd taken part in the battle nor did he look like he'd gotten mixed up in its chaos like Garret had.

Interacts- Hetrix Mentions- @everyoneatthetavern​

 

[Thalia_Neko]

Vira

Just the dumb Plantbitch asking what to do with the money was enough to irritate Vira. She felt her body prickling, her nerves were fried, and she was ready to snap. "Just pay for some of the damn alcohol behind the bar, you plant idiot! Or just freaking watch me, holy shit." She replied to Kore, astonished the chick had no idea what the freaking money was for. "It'll help with any injuries and pain, duh!" How could the plant lady not know that? With that said, she was now up to the bar trying to buy alcohol of her own.

Up at the counter, Vira wrenched her hand out from under the barkeeper's. "Liquor is my medical attention!!" she shouted angrily. "Oh, it will not! Don't be so melodramatic!" 'Be quiet'? 'Heading upstairs'? 'Not exposing her here'? Vira rolled her eyes, "Oh, for the love of all that is holy. Just give me some beer! Some firewater! Some liquor!!" She pointed right at the bottles that survived the battle, her eyes wide with fury and disbelief mixed. "That's all I need! I fucking paid didn't I?! Grraah! -Ugh.."

Growling, then grimacing in pain, Vira found herself lead upstairs against her will. Great, she was now being kidnapped by two nutty women. She found that out, on account of the fact the barkeeper lady explained the person in a skirt was actually a girl. 'Whoa, no waaay!'

'Behave.'

'You behave. This is stupid, and a waste of my bloody freaking time!'

'No it's not, and you know it.'

'No, I really freaking don't.'

Vira looked at Morgan, blinking once. Deadpan she spoke with a tone that was as sarcastic as it was dispassionate. "You don't say? Huh, wouldn'tve guessed. Also, uh, yeah, whatever, like it matters. Like I care." Did they not watch her working on herself in the bar earlier? She didn't care about that sort of thing. Still staring at Morgan, Vira replied, "Surrrree~," to the whole 'keep my secret' thing. Then she was told to take her hand. Her power buzzed. "Uh, yeah no. Don't think I'll be doing that."

Not that Vira cared about being exposed near others, but when Tanya just started plucking her stuff off of her body, she took some offense. "Uh, hey! What the hell do you think you're doing ya freaking tavern wench?!" She just rolled her eyes. Like this person could tell her what to do. Vira would do whatever she wanted, regardless of what the wench told her to. "Oh, yeah, I did. Yep, you got that right. It was me that did this to myself. Cuz you know, I enjoy injuring myself. Yep. Stupid me." Her power buzzed, then she felt the prick of the needle, after the sting of the alcohol. "Nnhh! O-ow! What the shit?! Give me a warning, goddamn hoe!" It actually stung more than she had liked, but at least it was done. Vira raised her eyebrow, "Professional doctor? Those still exist? I mean I know there's nurse-lady downstairs somewhere, but she always gave me the impression of just barely passing as a nurse."

Morgan then spoke to her, while Tanya went to.. do something. What Morgan said caught Vira off guard. Instantly she got defensive and nastier than she already had been. "What the hell are you talking about, girl?!" She stared as Morgan left, not fathoming how she knew the name Ellie.

'What the fuck was that?'

'... Please calm down Vira; be nicer to the people helping you.'

'Ugh! If you're going to continue this, you might as well just not even talk!'

'... Fine, bye.'

"Grr.. stupid El.. stupid girl," Vira caught herself, not wanting to mention 'Ellie' aloud. She was already feeling paranoid and confused about the people around her.

Vira stared between the woman and the man after they came up. So she had went to bring up this man. When they talked before her, she couldn't believe her ears; they were treating her like a damn baby! "WHAT?! HEY!! I can freaking hear you two!" she shouted, standing instantly up. She was visibly angry. "I don't need anyone babysitting me!" She stared as the man morphed into a panda and came over to her. -Oh, she understood. It was that same Abnorm from before. That idiotic 'hero'-type that was apart of the problem, too. He tried to be cuter and attempted to make it more comfortable for her, but she wasn't having any of it. Pointing at him, she made conscious effort to ignore the fact that he was a cute panda. "'Awe inspiring'?! HA! Guess again, dummy panda! You're the reason The One attacked! How can you be so naive?! Why aren't you taking responsibility for your asinine actions?! And get out of that getup! Y-you look r-r-r-ridiculous!!" Vira shouted, red creeping up upon her face. "And you!" She pointed at Tanya. "Are also apart of the problem! You enable this idiot! You probably also orchestrate some of the rebellious minds in this town! You both should be ashamed!! The One came here to attack and punish the place because of people like you! I should know."​

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[Hetrix]

Mason was quite tired of walking already, but he didn't know of any town close to where he was, so he just kept walking.
To pass the time, he began singing a little melody
"March winds and April showers, make way for sweet may flowers. And then come june, A moon and you~"
Sang Mason as he walked, his voice sounding quite good.
He felt like he was being watched, gut feeling and all, but he decided against taking action against it for now.
Mason stopped and leaned against a tree, to just relax for a bit.
He continued to sing
"March winds and April showers, Romance will soon be ours, And I'll go paradise for two~"
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[Isolde]

Garret


Once his head had peeked out around the corner, he'd begun to hear surprisingly sweet singing emitting from the blonde guy he was watching. Now, Garret let the rest of his body follow suit with his head as he fully rounded the corner to moreso enter the blonde's view. Subconsciously he wanted to stay hidden and continue to listen to the singing since it had a calming effect. However, he was far too curious so he approached the singing blonde. "You're not with the others, are you?" Garret's voice was unintentionally more quiet than usual due to the calming moments ago. He also found that he took a liking to this guy's scent. In his head, he wondered if they weren't similar or something but awaited an answer to see.

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[Hetrix]

Mason turned his head to see a man who he didnt know come towards him.
Before mason was able to say anything, the other man talked, though he seemed quiet for some reason, maybe he was shy?
"Well i knew i had an audience member, pleasure meeting ya, Im Mason. And I dont know who you mean by others so no"
He said in his light hearted carefree voice while he smiled, this new person seemed friendly enough. Mason continued to lean on a tree, waiting for the man to respond to him.
Isolde

 

[Syphe]

The pain was just an excuse. That's all it was. Sera couldn't even deny it, she even walked with these bruises. There was another reason, but she dropped it immediately. She busied herself with the now scattered pile of charcoal bits and burnt pieces, storing them in a smaller pouch of her backpack. "Very funny. Ha. Ha. Ha. If you're offering, give me a ride back into the bar. I still have people to tend to. Then! We can play this card game of yours." Pushing herself to a standing position, she gave a pat to Jackson's shoulders, a camaraderie gesture, and set off back into the direction of the bar herself. She was being sarcastic about the ride, of course. Looking over her shoulder, she beckoned him to follow. "Come on, the faster we go, the sooner I can treat the hurt, and the quicker we can get to that card game."

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[Isolde]

Garret


Garret let out a bit of a laugh in response to both his attitude and the fact that Mason hadn't gotten mixed up with the others yet like he himself had. He cleared his throat so his voice wasn't quite as quiet but it still wasn't all too loud since he rarely raised his voice. "I'm Garret- and I can't say I've heard singing in a while so that was nice on the ears.." He realized with surprise that they were just a few buildings away from where one had collapsed onto him and he glanced in its direction and back down to his healing wounds. Adjusting his posture to ease some tension on his bad leg, Garret added on a little bit to what he'd said moments ago. "I'm almost a little glad you aren't with the others... but then what are you doing here? Do you live here or something?" Garret felt even more curious than before. Originally he'd thought that Mason must've been with the other Abnorms and insanely strong people he'd met earlier, but now that he knew that Mason wasn't with them his curiosity burned a little more intensely- not to mention that he reminded Garret a little bit of Caleb already.

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[Iamthemanfish]

Patrick sat in the chair he had been ploped in, his normal scowl plastered on his face. He hadn't said a word sence that mad shapeshifter had intervened on his and Snow's behalf and brought both of them back to the bar. Patrick had almost been forced to boost again just to fend off the wardens and that most likely would have killed him in his current state. So the old man was grateful to that maniac for that much at least. But he was still basically helpless.

The damage to his nerves and internal organs, not to mention his fractured ribs, had essentially immobilzed him and that didn't sit well with him. Patrick was a man of action, if something needed doing he was normally the forest in line to do it, plus when he was working or worrying about someone there was no time to reminiss about old memories.

Now that he could barely move the old soldier has nothing but time to remember, and thirds comment about his past only made it worse. So now Patrick was doing everything in his power to stay in the present. He watched loud mouth leave then come back being carried by Lucas and First of all people, that certainly was an odditie. He looked on as the shapeshifter disappeared up the stairs after the bar workers. He'd glare whenever one of the Wardens got to close to him, and pointedly ignore any comments they made. Every now and then he'd glance across the table at the sleeping Scarlett just to make sure she was still there. This was not getting him anywhere.

Gritting his teeth against the pain he fumbled his hands through his coat pockets, eventually managing to get a cigarette and his lighter out. Coughing up another cloud of pink smoke, that song was barely audible anymore and he was glad the dammed thing in his head could do this much at least without putting him out of commission, he managed to slide the cigarette into his mouth. The lighter on the other hand was much harder to actually pull off, he struck the flint several times to no avail before his shaky arms gave out and fell to his sides.

God...dammit, the old man sighed heavily while coughing up a cloud of smoke. He could've sworn he heard distant gunfire as the song finally died out.

Kiroshiven littleberry ShadowBroker Anyone who's weirded out by a man coughing up pink smoke

 

[Hetrix]

Mason noticed how Garret seemed to be somewhat wounded, but he would ask those questions later. He also noticed multiple collapsed buildings, but he would ask those later
"Well pleasure meeting you Garret, and thanks for the compliment"
He said with a huge smile on his face, which then turned to a look of sadness
"Nope, dont have a home. I'm just a wandering Abnorm helping out wherever he can"
Mason said with a small smile returning to his face as he couldn't help it as his curiosity got the better of him.
"Well can i ask what the hell happened to this place, and why are you wounded?"
Said Mason being now a tad bit concerned.

Isolde

 

[Isolde]

Garret


Laughing with a small nod, he took note of the fact that Mason was seemingly just like him. No home, no family... He looked down at his wounds and scratched his head not knowing how to explain. "Well... a building sorta.. collapsed on me so I got this fun stuff to deal with. I won't complain though since it could've been so much worse. As for what happened to this place I'm not entirely sure myself. I tried to avoid where some other Abnorms were dukin' it out so I don't really know what happened or why. I just know some chick with anger issues rescued me from the rubble, a selfless nurse helped me, and everyone else confuses me with all their talking. They all seem to at least somewhat know each other and had fought evil or something but I can't really say more than that since I don't really know more." He laughed again as he took in the oddity of this place, kind of wishing he'd stayed in the last town a few more days before wandering here and getting caught up in someone else's mess.

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[Hetrix]

Mason laughed at Garrets explanation
"Jeez, i think i call that a regular friday night"
He said joyfully, Mason was happy to find someone who was like him.
"So, wanna take me to meet these people, they seem like great fun to be around"
Said Mason sarcastically, though he was mostly referring to the girl with anger issues, though who knows really.
"So in all seriousness, is there anything left of the town?"
Mason asked, his happiness being toned down a small bit so he could come across as serious
"Also, do you know why they were fighting?"
Mason asked now sounding confused. What reason did people have to fight and destroy the town?
Isolde

 

[littleberry]

Nissa

Nissa was looking around the bar since she had heard her name being called out by Khayn. Finally when she located him, she saw him heading upstairs so naturally she followed… only to see a woman who seemed to be yelling and screaming so much Nissa was surprised she wasn’t having a stroke.

But then Nissa took a closer step to the woman and paid attention to the feelings. Hmmm outraged, oh she thought Khayn was cute as a panda so flustered, and… hmm… no. No complete hatred though her words made her seem like that.

She walked up to the woman with her blank stare and looked at Khayn, speaking.

“She think’s you're adorable panda. She doesn’t hate anyone. She’s outraged… very upset about something… from her words… treatment.” Nissa nodded and put her lollipop in her mouth before grabbing the hand she was using to point at Tanya with both hands, her pink eyes glowing. “Calm. You are feeling calm.” Her power flared, ensuring that as long as Nissa kept her hands on her she would in fact calm down.

“Khayn… adorable works on her. I think she would appreciate a cuddle. But not now. You all should let her have some space. She is being brave. She feels like she has to be brave… she feels… responsible. Guilt. Why do you feel guilty? Why are you so… lonely? I feel it. You are lonely… you are feeling terribly lonely.” Nissa asked, her monotone voice and face comforting to some but maybe not to her. The more she held her skin, the more Nissa could dive into her complex emotions. But for now, calming emotions were being pumped into her. Well, so long as Nissa was touching her with both hands​

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[ShadowBroker]

Thalia_Neko Iamthemanfish Kiroshiven

All those in the bar are capable to see the Projections now.

Location: Inside the bar

Characters: First. - Third - Fifth/Second

Actions: Bar chatter / Song

The lady woke up with the word Ellie stuck in her mind, alongside this very particular nightmare she might probably be having - she erupt into a flame of insults as she harassed everyone into her way to the barkeeper. No help wanted - no healing needed - only her own desire to swallow whatever liquid that could affect her mind.

The First seem to understand whatever was the affection, he has so seen it before in others - even Patrick himself. However, the man did little to intervene to Vira's poisoning. She was old enough to take her own decisions as how to deal with her own issues and he was not some kind of angel protector to take her away from her own doing. Instead - he sat down and kept an eye on her the whole time. He had things to be said and things to be done - but no longer he was needed in this bar as the figure he so represented - Hatred itself.

Meanwhile, the Second and Fifth crossed themselves of hands as they seem to care little what the chaotic pretender spoke - they already made their point to not interact with Patrick while he was too injure to move. They kept their positions around the bar, observing but not present. Though the Fifth reached for the Second in order to suggest him to something to sing along. It was no place nor the time - but the Fifth hardly seem to care, he simply wanted to lighten the mood and the Second, as far as he was concerned about the situation at hand some music won't be so bad.

So at the end, The Second project his own instrument, the string like one, and began to play - The Fifth, whom looks was no better than the rest, song along some relaxing song - "He rode through the streets of the city-" took a sharp breath, "Down from his hill on high. Over the winds and the cobbles, he rode to a woman's cry -" he began to tap his foot as Second played the instrument just to follow suit, "For she was his secret treasure, she was his shame and bliss. Chains and keeps are nothing - compared to a woman's kiss..." the Second sighed as the Fifth nodded towards him, singing alongside him, "For hands of gold, are always cold! But a woman's hands are warm~ For hands of gold! Are always Cold! But a woman's hands are warm~" and so the song continued.

The Third - walked away from the group of Second and Fifth and helped Patrick with the cigarette he so desperate tried to light on. She set her sword on her side, showing him she would not harm him. She would help him take it and set it on his lips as he may take the first sip on it's smoke, then she would speak, "The moment is coming, Patrick-" she responded with a nod, "Everything The Warden anticipated is in motion - faster and sooner than we thought." her voice tried to be as lower as possible, whispering as she helped him smoke away his problems, "You were a soldier - You must had felt it as well, in your guts. The song of war, the oncoming storm and the thousands of voices that will cry out in fear and suddenly... erased-" she stared at him, questioning his real motivations - though she knew what he truly had been looking for this years, "The Warden, *I* wish to know on which side you stand. They might be good people, seeking good intentions - But none of them matter, *nothing* of this matters. Mankind proved that they are not capable to stop making the same mistakes" she then took a pause, making sure he understood every word, "Everyone will end up ruling a graveyard if balance is not restored."​

 

[littleberry]

Snow

Snow was silent as Khayn took her and Patrick inside. First Lucas, who she had forgotten again then remembered, yelled at her… for fighting? Did he not care that there were strangers trying to take her and Patrick somewhere? Of course not… why would he care at all what happened to her? She… she was a monster. Her abnormality was a curse. A threat… the projections were right. She needed to be vanquished… what if one day she couldn’t handle the bloods call in her? What if… what if she was no help to anyone?

Snow nodded at Patrick and turned her head away as Khayn left and the projections entered the bar. She didn’t care what they thought of her. She went to the table in the corner, alone, and curled up, hugging her knees. Shadows hid her as tears fell down her face. The song leaving was something she had never had to describe to anyone… when it left Lucas it was gradual… she could handle it’s absence. But Patrick’s body somehow quickly eliminated it, causing the song to fade faster than she had ever experienced.

For Patrick it would be a relief of course, who wanted their priorities to be dictated for them? But… for Snow it was a great wash of loneliness. She knew logically this was her body's way of trying to make sure she always had someone protecting her. But it was like coming down from an intense happy high… and she had never blood bonded this soon after another and with such a quick lifespan. Her hands shook a bit before her lungs took in one shaky breath.

Snow could never let the others know how addicting using her power was. To want to use it… was the day Snow lost herself. The day she was truly just a vessel for her blood. Not a person. But… maybe she could control it? Was she strong enough? Her eyes lifted to see Ryu and Kore. Oh god! She got up quickly and headed over, kneeling beside them with concern.

“What is wrong with him?! Why… I thought… I thought he could heal? Why is he not healing?” Her blood cooed to her, softly warming her whole self. It was pleasant to say the least. She could heal him… well… she could give him a power boost, strengthen him… help his healing abilities work better, faster, stronger… “I could help… heal him… I could give him power,” she whispered softly, her eyes turning more red as the thought occured. It would be fine right? She had it under control… she had it under control. She was in control.

Anyone from the outside would just see her concerned for her friend, would assume it’s Snow, sweet always trying to be the hero Snow… no one would be able to see how close to the edge she was. How her worst fear was coming true. Snow was losing to the song.​

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