The Raven King





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    - (skullKing) - Ambush - (skullKing) -

    " Battle in the Sultan's Palace! "​



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    Hp: 2/3


    Success: 6


    Evade: 3


    Status: Poisoned




    "Whoa." said Chill, freezing in place as he was about to get his bag. He glanced at the cloths of ether dangerously close to his neck, then at Fortunata and said sarcastically, "I can see where you got your zero sense of humor."


    "Mr. Sandell," said Fortunata slowly, "your excuses do not add up with your actions. And even if it was the truth you speak of, why did you not inform any of us? Why do it so recklessly, like a child in a playground? . . . Please do not answer those questions. I don't think it will be of any benefit right now." She sighed in annoyance then turned around. "We should get going."


    For a moment, Chill's eyes were like chips of ice as he felt a twinge of annoyance. So his answers won't be of any benefit, would they?


    "I'll just think out loud since my next words probably won't be of any benefit either." he said coolly, undressing on the spot and changing into his servant garbs. "Unlike someone who was just dancing, I got caught by the guards as I was searching the palace." he lied smoothly. "Wonder what Tuny was doing, surely it was related to Magnus and the Philosopher's Stone too --- Ow!"


    Chill clapped a hand on his nape where he suddenly felt a sharp sting, only to pull out a very small needle. Realization dawned on him as everyone in the room were suddenly stung too. "Ambu --- " he tried to yell, but in that instant an invisible hand clapped over his mouth and pulled him into a choke hold. (-1 Hp Chill, + Poisoned)


    Lithe men with faces half-hidden in shawls were appearing out of thin air, casting off cloaks of invisibility and taking down the dancers one by one with their bare hands; One of them, jabbed Fortunata's throat paralyzing her vocal chords (-1 Hp Fortunata, + Poisoned).

    (OOC: @CoconutLeaves, the poison is for the first sting)


 
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<Blanca>


- Lazim, Saudi Arabia, Dockyard -
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"Hmm. Is that so?" Blanca replied as the grizzled man commented on how they were alike, almost wistfully as she watched a particular boat sail by, one with bright sails in an intricate design, pass by. Contrary to her response however, Blanca wanted to follow up with the question of 'What do you mean you can relate to me?'. The ghostly woman didn't understand how her and this man were alike at all. Aaron wasn't a mechanic; if he was he would have supplied his own Runes, rather than needing them delivered. He wasn't a recluse either -- or, at least Blanca assumed, given his service as an active Libra Agent. Perhaps he was socially awkward like her? He did seem a bit reserved... Still, Blanca didn't think that was it. Before she could clarify what he meant, Aaron continued.

"I'm not human you know. I just look like it."

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Blanca turned her mechanical head right at Aaron at his comment, emitting a light "Ha?" in response. One might think that she was confused that such a human-looking man was... Well... Not a Human, but in actuality, her confusion spouted from the fact that she had seen his designated Species time and time again. You see, as a Libra Mechanic, Blanca had to look over his personnel files every single time she supplied him with a custom rune -- it was a simple procedure to make sure that she wasn't giving away lethal objects to unapproved individuals. While the files didn't contain the man's entire background, it did cover things like Name, Age, Gender, and (most importantly) Species among other things.


Blanca might not have been the best at remembering random facts about people, but after seeing his file over and over, she was 100% sure that he was a Human... So, why would he lie? Perhaps it was to test her memory of him? No, perhaps it was a simple joke? Or... Perhaps his species had changed? Ethan Milson used to be a Human, but became a Werewolf a while back... Maybe Aaron had become one as well? Blanca continued to stare at Aaron in silence, her mecha's facial features unreadable behind its white mask as she continued to ponder the many possibilities for his words under sky, which darkened by the minute.

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Fortunata gritted her teeth, biting back words she would be cross to hear would come from her own mouth. The words he spoke were lies but also sounded like the truth, and the way he portrayed her as the one who was at fault...why, the very nerve of it!


This man....this man...He was testing her patience!


A stinging pain struck her as she turned around. It was only a few minutes, secured in the safety of her ancestors, did she let her guard down. She released herself from the grip, but felt the pain throb in her body. Her eyes glazed onto Mr. Sandell, noticing the attackers and their attire, and found that he too was in the same situation as her.


Not good.


She took out the cloth, taking a few steps back while her ancestors valiantly tried to defend themselves, some failing. She felt her grandmother begin the music and as she closed her eyes, she began to sway.


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Song of the Tribe





As if the chaos around her had calmed. She opened her eyes and began to dance, swaying and swinging in a motion that invited everyone to look at her. The pounding drums that echoed like the deep, powerful earth made her move swiftly, and the streaming water that flowed like peace in her ears allowed her to focus with a better precision than usual.


Fortunata turned quickly, focusing on Chill's opponent. With a flick of her wrist, the cloth that trailed so lightly, carried by the wind, became a weapon that defied the element yet danced with it. It delivered a numbing, disorienting sensation on the attacker. With a glance, she looked at Chill, nodding to him not to waste this chance. Turning around once more, she took a quick gulp of the potion she had purchased a day ago. The warm sensation, numbing the pain, freeing her mind to focus more on the song that echoed within her heart. (Roll:2, non-lethal to Chill's opponent unable to evade; Roll: 10, item use, +1 HP)





She looked around her, finding an archer and another warrior, on guard in case her enemy would fall. She smiled a mischievous, teasing smile and spun elegantly as the steps of her feet and the swaying of her arms joined in a rhythmic sync. Her finger motioning them to face her, a mere dancer, playing on their pride as warriors. Yet, she swayed and swayed, in a movement so still and peaceful that she gave them the impression that she was an easy target; she would not easily give them the chance. Not to the archer, not to her current foe, and clearly not to the one who awaited his turn. (Roll: 7, Attract - Archer, Enemy 3 || Roll: 5, Evade Success).





She turned her head slightly, looking at Chill once more. Though she couldn't utter a word, she motioned for him to run. The mission matters, Mr. Sandell is necessary for this mission to succeed.


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Leoward Dyani Westen


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RUINS OF UBAR, SAUDI ARABIA
Dyani swallowed hard, grasping the mirror carefully in his hands. He shouldn't be trusted with this. He couldn't be trusted with this. Not when he had failed so many times in the past. First Dusty had patched him up and saved his life. Now he was giving him a priceless artifact. Trying his best to keep his hands from shaking, Dyani slowly pushed the mirror back towards Dusty.
RUINS OF UBAR, SAUDI ARABIA



"Hey, no, I can't. I..." His words faltered. Then, swallowing again, he held the mirror close to his chest. "Thank you, Dusty. I can't tell you how much this means."


After a moment of pause, Dyani took off the head wrap he wore and bundled it up, putting it underneath Dusty's head as a makeshift pillow. "There you go. And don't worry, this time it'll be different. Um, and you watch yourself too, okay? Don't-don't go doing anything crazy. That's my job." He slowly got up, looking out towards the sun so that hopefully Dusty wouldn't see the tears that had begun to gather in the bottoms of his eyes.


Thanks, Dusty. I don't know what I did to deserve it, but thank you.





SULTAN'S PALACE
SULTAN'S PALACE
Oh, god. I got sand in a bad place and it itches.





The plan, so far, had worked nicely. Dyani finally managed to get some of that hair paint stuff (he didn't know why they had it, but he rolled with it). After transforming into his elk self, he had been able to get himself covered with it, with a little help from his companions. Then, he had been delivered to the palace under the guise of being a golden elk statue, a gift to the royal family. This, of course, required Dyani to remain still for a long period of time. Which was hard, but he managed to get it done. The royal family loved it, and immediately ordered some servants to take it to the treasure room.


So that's how Dyani got stuck in a room with valuable treasures, still as still as a statue, with an itch right on his rump. He had heard that Chill had made it in here, so he was hoping to bump into him. He thought maybe Fortunata was in here too, but he wasn't sure. All that he knew was that he was finally in the Sultan's Palace, and he hoped that someone friendly and familiar would be able to find him soon.


Dyani took the time to turn his neck ever so slightly, swiveling his ears and twitching his nose to make sure he was clear. When it was, he quietly moved to the center of the room. The amulet Dusty had given him lay around his neck, tied off with a silver chain. Luckily, the royal family had thought it was a part of the statue and left it be.


Don't worry, Dusty. I'll make sure to put it to good use. Thinking about him made Dyani feel a twinge of concern, and he wondered if the Jomyaku-ko was okay. Still, he decided that it would be best to try and find his partners that were somewhere in this big palace.



MENTIONS @Zer0 @CoconutLeaves @Orpheus
 

- Chill Sandell -

" Northern palace roof, Sunset "​



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Hp: 2/3


Success: 6


Evade: 3


Status: Poisoned


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After getting over his split-second surprise that Fortunata --- whom he had taunted just barely a moment ago --- saved his life, Chill gave her a quick nod of somber appreciation before he counter attacked.


Swiftly side-stepping back, he bent curled out of the chokehold pulling his attacker's arm into a half-nelson, before quickly forcing him to kneel with a kick behind the knee and then rapidly hammering his nose with an elbow. There was a sickening crunch as the bone broke, then his enemy collapsed, lights out. (#5,8,9, Foe 1 cannot evade, coup de grace.)


An ambush archer drew his bow at Fortunata, Chill pulled up a lily and threw it smack on to his face, throwing off the archer's aim (#3, non-lethal, crippled success of Foe 4).


"Tuny, let's take this to the roof, or innocents will get caught in the battle!" Chill yelled, as the commotion attracted the sultan's angry and bewildered guards into the chamber where they were swiftly killed by the lithe ambushers.


Chill dive rolled for his bag amidst the battle, but someone accidentally kicked it aside, his camera and kusarigama clattering away amidst a sea of legs.


'My precious!' he thought in horror as his beloved camera was kicked around, the lens cracked. Javelins from more guards whooshed pass him, one of them cutting a deep gash across his arm and another piercing his side. Chill cried out in pain. He was forced to retreat and leaped on to the roof where he used his ability to break off a part of the javelin's shaft. His own blood stained his hands.


"Ethan," Chill growled angrily into the comms, "need combat and medical assistance, Fortunata and I are engaging multiple hostiles on the northern Palace roof; hostiles have cloaks of invisibility, covered faces and no armor --- the palace guards are engaging us too, but they're just doing their jobs. Tell the others not to kill them!"


"Copy. We're on our way." said Ethan grimly.


More of the ambushers followed and chased Chill on to the roof, leaping and climbing up with acrobatic ease. 'Who were these men?!' he thought, his heart hammering like an angry fearful fox being chased by dogs. 'Assassins?'


Come to think of it, the Assassin's Guild had their roots in Saudi Arabia. Could these be their predecessors? Why did they try to take him, Fortunata, and the dancers alive? They used non-lethal attacks for their ambush and the ones chasing Chill weren't throwing knives to kill him, rather they were trying to incapacitate him. And all he had to fight with was a piece of broken javelin shaft.


Meanwhile Klaus was calling all the Libra agents. "All agents provide combat and medical support in the Palace; north roofs, Fortunata and Chill are engaging multiple hostiles with cloaks of invisibility, covered faces, and no armor. Do not kill any palace guards."




(OOC: @CoconutLeaves, @Cosmic Cobalt, @Gilzar, @Orpheus, @Ensig, @OverconfidentMagi, @Maeve Valor, those who wish to continue with their character interactions are free to skip this battle. You may all assist Fortunata and Chill now on Round 2, but I will add one foe per new player on Round 3.)
 
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  • - (skullKing) - Resolution - (skullKing) -

    " Assassins? "​



    Three enemies attacked Fortunata at once. The unarmed strikes of the one that had ambushed her by jabbing her throat kept on missing. It seems that these attacks were nothing to her, the scarecrows she had easily finished off on Halloween night were much faster and unpredictable.


    An arrow shot past her ear as an enemy archer's face was suddenly smacked with a wet lily pad, messing up his shot; but then an attacker flanked Fortunata, timing his blow with those of his comrades and slashed her back. (#9 & 6, -2 Hp Fortunata.)

    (OOC: @CoconutLeaves, enemy rolls here.)

    - (skullKing) - Round 2 - (skullKing) -

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    Battle reminders: Non-lethal attacks require a Success Roll and cripple only one thing and that's either evade or success. Upon a successful evasive or defensive maneuver, GM decides how many attacks are avoided.


 
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Fortunata


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Song of The Tribe


Fortunata looked at the distracted archer and dodged gracefully as she playfully trailed along her first opponent. Their attacks were so predictable, that she gave a smile. Yet, her mind was trudging to be in sync with the music. She tried to immerse herself better, feeling the pounding of the drums and the chants of the wind.


A striking pain went behind her back, and she moved swiftly in order to avoid the blow. Since when did the attacker find the chance?


My Granddaughter! Be Careful!





Fortunata winced in pain as she looked around. Three warriors versus her own abilities. This odds of this battle had already been decided since she attracted the three to face her. She knew it was foolish, stubborn even! But...!


"Run!" She heard Chill shout as the sound of the Sultan and his guards approached. Not wanting to damage the fabric of time, she ran with him, passing the bewildered guests and servants. She ran while ignoring the pain, resisting its attempts to let her succumb to it.


As she ran to the stairs and arrived at the roof, she could see that there was no way to escape. All around them were walls, trees, and spires that shone brightly in the hot Arabic sun. They couldn't be able to escape in this condition but...


Her eyes glared at the three assassins who followed them. There was a soulless quality in their form, something that reminded her of the fiends she had fought earlier. The guards were still coming, but they will be here soon. Her wounds were serious, the blood already staining the fabric of her clothes.


They couldn't escape from this.


No.


"Mr. Sandell," she spoke, ignoring the pain of it doing so. She continued to sway, left and right, forward and backward as the music in her soul play defiantly at the force it was to encounter. Taking the second potion, she looked at the vial for a moment and then looked on strongly at her opponents.


"Catch." She threw the bottle behind her at Chill as she took a few steps forward. (Dice: 6, Giving potion to Chill).





He will escape from this.


"I want you to run, Mr. Sandell. No complaints. We need to protect this world, that is the responsibility of Libra. That responsibility is yours, mine, and everyone involved in this mission. Do not let it fail," She said as she began to dance, "I will keep them busy." She spoke, her voice now beginning to follow the music in her soul, energizing her and strengthening her resolve.


With one step, she began to dash at the Archer, the most troublesome of her foes. With a clean strike, she struck its arms and made sure it would leave a satisfying stinging sound. (Dice:3, Non lethal to Archer, unable to deliver success).





Not finished, she turned to the opponent that struck her and with the flick of her wrist, landed a series of clean strikes onto her opponents arms and legs. The teasing smile in place as she did so. (Dice: 1, Non lethal to Enemy 3, unable to evade).





Satisfied at what she did, she turned around and danced in their midst, preparing herself for the next blow. She wasn't sure how long she would last, the wounds already starting to become a dissonant sound in her mind. But she would not let herself be defeated easily. This she would swear as a bearer of the Fabric of Ether. (Dice: 5, Evade)





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- Chill Sandell -

" Northern palace roof, Sunset "​



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Hp: 2/3


Success: 6


Evade: 3


Status: Poisoned


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"You are so dramatic." said Chill, unable to stifle his laugh despite their current situation. "Ow." he added when the laugh made his wound hurt. With his ability, he could carry Fortunata easily and leap from the palace roof and over the palace walls, but she probably didn't know that.


Still half-chuckling at how serious she was in sacrifice herself so that he can escape, he uncorked the healing potion she tossed at him and used it instead on her when she was busy engaging their foes (#10, use item, +1 Hp Fortunata).


"As a man, running away so that a woman shorter than me can die protecting my life is embarrassing." he said as he rejoined the fray with his piece of javelin wood, but he kept his distance from Fortunata in case this amusing alpha female would get angry at him. "Frankly, I'd rather die. But," and he held up a finger, "I appreciate the gesture, Tuny."


There was another foe that Fortunata distracted, and this Chill dispatched with a jab to the throat and a hard full swing to the jaw that broke his make-shift weapon into pieces (#9,1,5, Foe 3 cannot evade, coup de grace). He grunted in pain as the swing worsened the javelin impalement on his side.


"Tuny, let's go!" he yelled when he saw an opening to escape. "The others are coming, we can regroup --- I'll carry you!" and he made a gesture as though expecting Fortunata to jump into his arms.

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Aaron


"Yes, I'm not human. A long time ago I came from a ri-"


"All agents provide combat and medical support in the Palace; north roofs, Fortunata and Chill are engaging multiple hostiles with cloaks of invisibility, covered faces, and no armor. Do not kill any palace guards."





Aaron was interrupted by the wireless comms radio in his ear, immediately cutting off his sentence. He paused for a moment, taking in the statement before turning to the Palace; The palace was a fair distance away, it would take a few minutes to get there. However, it wasn't the time that it would take that concerned Aaron, but rather the reason. Just why were invisible hostiles attacking Fortunata and Chill? And just why were the guards involved. Flaring his nostrils, Aaron took a deep breath in, then released the air from his lungs. Oh how he dreaded what was about to come. He just knew this wasn't going to be easy.


"This little chat can wait." Aaron explained. "We have to get to the palace ASAP."


With that said, Aaron began to carefully move at a quick pace, one that wasn't suspicious,yet wasn't too slow. Most people seeing him would probably assume he was just rushing back to a merchant stand or something; Such a sight wasn't uncommon in these times. Step by step, Aaron ran through the cluttered streets as the palace came closer and closer.


@Ensig
 



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Brandon Whitaker

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"Whoah"


The trip itself was a bit jarring to begin with, wormhole trips weren't knew to him but quantum travel always left a bad taste in Brandon's mouth. It wasn't a personal thing .... well maybe it was, he just hated those kinds trips, still he thought bout it like bitter caught medicine with a sweet after taste, that being the other side of the magic time portal. Saudi was as beautiful as ever, h had visited it in the present once before but it's past had a more richer vibrant tone to it. Free if the advancements of its time, it felt like the whole place was a museum, curios and curiosities with old and maybe even forgotten sites and tapestries it was the perfect place to set up a small business. Although he had to think about his assets for a moment before venturing on with his plan.... he couldn't help but think back on that odd.. creepy looking rabbit that noma kept carrying around. The way it's red button eyes bored holes in his own, it kinda reminded him why he shouldn't mess around with vampires. In the end they can be downright creepy, and threatening in many ways than one.... balcony vampire was different though, her eyes..... her eyes he could take forever to stare into, it was almost mesmerizing. Dangerous yeah, but damn did it grab him. He might have to be careful around Nona


As Yelena lazed over towards the market place, thousands of busy Saudi Arabians flocking to the hundreds of market stands that flourish the town Brandon started humming a tune as he peered above the camels hump to a frowning dusty


"What's wrong champ?"


"Why are we bringing her ?"


"Nona?"


"The vampire yes"


"Cause she's got potential"


"Potential for what? You saw her she placed a scorpion in my garments"


"Which is why she has potential"


"My unbecoming is how you gauge her ability?"


"Shes z vampire she's got some special abilities that may be useful to us, sides you gotta admit that whole fiasco was funny"


"It wasn't"


"Oh c'mon don't be like that it was a harmless prank"


"..no it wasn't"


"Really? Your gonna guilt trip me on this? She just pranked you that's all"


"..."


"Sides she just caught my eye you know, I feel like we can use her help"


"You didn't think this through...."


"What?"


"She's not like other vampires... I could feel it, couldn't you?"


"Im... sorry?"


"Nothing.... just..."


Dusty looked alot out of it for some reason. Sure the scorpion thing may have been too much but what suddenly brought this on?


"Wat's wrong?"


"...I didn't feel her approach "


"Well sometimes we get caught by surprise and..."


"No... I didn't feel her approach, i can't trust a person my body can't even sense..."


"She's a vampire right? She's I guess.. undead you can't feel her even with the Tokoyami"


"I just can't trust her..."


"Why are you being like this?"


"I dunno I can't explain it...."


"Waiiiit are yu sure your not just upset? Cause she one upped you nd you can't do anything about it"


"What! Noo.."


"Yeah no your just upset. Stop over thinking things and loosen up!"


"Tch.."


"Look sometimes in life we get bullies and in this times they become the challenges we face and become stronger in"


"More of your wisecrack wisdom I assume?"


"Right now just be glad she's on our side and not the other way around and lets try to make the most of that"


"...."


"Say you know what'll cheer you up?"


"What?"


"Remember that last Disney movie we once rented out?"


"Yeah?"


"You know how it starts?"


"Yeah I do...noooooo"


"You ready?"


"Noooooo!"


"ARABIAN NIIIIIIIIIGHHHTS!!!!!"


"NOOO!"


"LIKE ARABIAN DAAAAAAAAYS!!!!!!"


"DAMN YOU DISNEY!!!"


the song went on for the longest time which followed the glaring eyes of many people straight towards the artifact camel as Brandon and his heart out at dustys behest. The long chants were welcomed somewhat with a smile as it was familiar albeit in an alien tounge. There was much attention to be had now as Yelena stopped in an empty slot amongst the merchants. As Brandon finished his song he slid down from the camel and reached into her hump to pull on a cord, the cord then activated a mechanism to unload what looked to be a wooden stand and sign right on front od the resting camel. Artifacts dangled from the sign as many were splayed over the counter. Brandon yelled cheerily in Arabic to any interested ears as the bait was ready for eager pockets


Business had begun


























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@OverconfidentMagi


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  • - (skullKing) - Resolution - (skullKing) -

    " Enemy Reinforcements "​



    The enemy archer fired shots at Fortunata, but only caught the edges of her hair before he was struck and momentarily dazed by the ether cloth. And still the one who had ambushed her in the beginning hasn't been able to land a blow on the dancer a second time. With a roar of frustration, the man backed off and whistled, calling for more reinforcements. Immediately, more of the veiled men clambered up on to the roofs to gang up on the two, especially Fortuntata.


    "Mustafa, get the man!" he yelled at the archer in Arabic.


    The two weaved pass the dancer and lunged for Chill.

    (OOC: @Gilzar, @CoconutLeaves (enemy rolls not needed since no one can land a successful hit. Taunting them to your character will not work anymore, they'll be focusing their efforts on Chill.)

    - (skullKing) - Round 3 - (skullKing) -

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Fortunata


Roof of the Palace


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Why did she think he would actually listen to her? He has no concern for the mission!





Fortunata bit back the words as she felt the pain slowly dull once more. While she had hoped he would listen to her and use the opportunity to run, his responses only gave her the impression that Mr. Sandell's male ego would actually take a huge loss; a real huge loss to his ego. If she were in his shoes, she would accept any help and not try to be so self-centered! She nodded at him once he gave his 'thanks' and turned around once more to face the battle. The music was stronger once more, and emboldened by the loss of another of their foes, she danced gracefully once more. She would argue with his ego some other time, preferably when people were not trying to kill them.


The sway of her hips and the flowing fabrics that graced her every movement enhanced the twists and turns she had done, ducking and moving with only inches to spare from the arrow and slashes of the assassins. She dodged them with the grace that would make her ancestors proud had they seen this. This effort of hers was rewarded by an irritated and frustrated scream of her opponents. Their skills must have brought fear and terror into the hearts of their victims, but for her, their skills were no more than a foolish boy who first learned to swing a sword, clumsy and wasteful.


She did a spin, her eyes looking at Mr. Sandell just as he opened his arms, urging for her to jump and let them flee. She stopped in her tracks, a feeling of extreme reluctance and apprehension in her forming in her chest. No way was she doing that. Remembering what she had thought earlier, she knew she would end up a hypocrite if she were not to follow his instructions.


But honestly...run into Chill's arms?


Even though the music in her soul played a loud rousing song, she still felt a shudder that disrupted the music.


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Song of the Tribe


Fortunata heard the whistles and the voices of her opponents. Looking back, she saw that another had joined the fray.


"Mr. Sandell, keep sharp!" She said as she danced once more, finding an excuse to not do what he said.


She smiled as she watched them weave past her, trying to hurt her comrade. But alas, she looked at them with determined eyes and dashed forward.


They never seem to learn.


She looked at the archer, realizing that he would most likely be the biggest contributor to their odds. Flicking her wrist once more, she struck his legs and gave a strong thud to the back of his head with her fabric. (Dice: 4, Non-lethal to Archer, cannot evade.)





She swiftly moved in front of the other opponent, preventing him from reaching Mr. Sandell so easily, and moved her arms once more, her hair flowing with the strong gust of wind that flew as the image of her as a dancer combined with a stoic warrior. With the precise strikes that the music dictated her to, she struck him with several blows to his head, disorienting him from his senses. (Dice: 2. Non-lethal to Foe 2, unable to succeed).





Feeling the music reach her heart, she moved towards the new opponent, her hand inches from his face. Tenderly, she placed the palm on his rugged and scar-filled cheek and gave a teasing smile. Her eyes smiled with laughter, drunk-filled with music as the dance and the brooch both combined to unlock a certain aspect of the dance she had never known. She continued to touch his face, chest, before moving away, a sway of her hips and a playful rhythmic spin of her hands as she let the fabric flow freely yet firmly. (Dice: 7, Attract Foe 5 ; Dice: 5, Evade).


 
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Nona Usagi​






Saudi Arabia

Ruins of Ubar​





"Hmm, not bad," Nona spun around in the silk gown she was trying on. She'd needed to find something better to wear now that she wasn't allowed to wear her raincoat, and the clothing she was supposed to wear for her disguise was too thick and did a terrible job of keeping the sun off her skin. Getting the money to go shopping hadn't been a problem; she'd just had to keep some rich men's attention on her for a minute while her rabbits snuck around to pick their pockets.


"All agents provide combat and medical support in the Palace; north roofs, Fortunata and Chill are engaging multiple hostiles with cloaks of invisibility, covered faces, and no armor. Do not kill any palace guards."


Nona spun around one last time. "I'll take it," she told the woman who she assumed owned the shop, though since she didn't know what language the people in this place even spoke she just had to assume the woman would get the general idea by her nodding at the clothes. "Oh, and this and this," she grabbed a wide straw hat and a silk scarf as she walked out of the store without paying for any of it. The woman was about to charge after the thief when one of Nona's rabbits tugged tapped on her leg. It was struggling to pull a heavy bag across the floor. The woman, more than a little confused, reached down and picked up the rabbit and the bag. The bag was stuffed full of coins, easily enough to cover Nona's shopping. She set the rabbit back down on the ground. The woman called something after it as it ran off after the girl who was already long gone, probably something along the lines of come again in the local language, and then she decided to sit down for a little while.


Now completely covered from head to toe and somehow not dying of heatstroke at the same time, Nona was enjoying herself running outside through the streets. In the general direction of heading towards the palace of course, more or less. She looked like some odd mix of mummy and samurai, but shorter, and wearing a dress. So not really much like either at all, but she had covered her face under the shade of her massive hat and wrapped it up with the silk scarf. Beyond that she didn't really look much different from anyone else wandering around the streets. If she hadn't been running with just a little bit of vampire speed she probably wouldn't have attracted anyone's attention at all.


When she finally arrived at the palace instead of slowing down and finding a way in like any normal person looking to break in might, she just jumped from the ground onto the head of a statue and then right over the top of the wall in one smooth motion.


"Have fear, Nona is here!'
 

<Blanca>


- Lazim, Saudi Arabia, Dockyard -
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"Yes, I'm not human. A long time ago I came from a ri-" Aaron started, resulting in further confusion from Blanca. She couldn't help but wonder why he used 'a long time ago', given the fact that he should have been Human up until recently (if her theories were correct, that is). Before he could continue and (possibly) unravel any discrepancies however, Ethan's voice reverberated within the com-link programmed into 3CH4RP3's head.


"All agents provide combat and medical support in the Palace; north roofs, Fortunata and Chill are engaging multiple hostiles with cloaks of invisibility, covered faces, and no armor. Do not kill any palace guards."


'Cloaks of invisibility... Espers, perhaps?' 3CH4RP3's brows furrowed behind its mask as Blanca wondered just who these 'hostiles' were. There was the possibility that they were from the future just like Libra, chasing after the Philosopher's Stone in this time without a thought to how it would change the future. In that case, they were attacking Fortuna and Chill to hinder Libra from finding Magnus before they do... Or perhaps they caught wind of the President's Daughter being contained in Libra, and were trying to capture a Libra Agent to initiate a hostage trade? There was also the possibility that they were from the present, and--


"This little chat can wait." Aaron's words pierced through Blanca's thoughts, returning her to reality. "We have to get to the palace ASAP." the man continued, causing Blanca to nod in response. With that, the pair hurried towards the palace, with Blanca staying only a step behind him. While they ran at a brisk pace, Blanca activated a myriad of programs to allow her to turn 3CH4RP3 to its Active mode without a moment's delay.


@Gilzar
 

- Chill Sandell -

" Kidnapped "​



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Hp: 2/3


Success: 6


Evade: 3


Status: Poisoned


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"What?" Chill said to Fortunata, confused. "Didn't you hear me? I said we should . . . escape." he finished with an exasperated grumpy sigh as she ignored him and danced back into battle.


Chill clapped a hand to his forehead sighing in annoyance again, before he was suddenly forced to do a silly ballet twirl just to avoid the rapid shots of a second enemy archer who had clambered up the roof; he ducked the outstretched arm of the foe Fortunata dazed, nicked a throwing knife from his sash, then rushed for the first archer she stumbled, sending him flying off the roof and splashing into a pool of lilies in the courtyard below with a flying kick. (#7,9,5, enemy cannot evade, coup de grace)


"You have a deathwish, Tuny?!" he called out to her, as he threw the knife at the dazed man's knee (#5, foe 2 -1 Hp). "No, wait . . ." he just remembered that reluctant look she gave him after he told her he was going to carry her. "Are you being stubborn because you don't want me to carry you?" he said incredulously.


The arrival of more foes forced Chill to circle around an ivory palace turret to take cover from more arrows and not get surrounded.


CLANG


A blade from the corner of the pillar caught his shoulder and pinned him to the stone. The veiled man who was now choking him after a knee to his solar plexus wore a gauntlet made of something that looked like dragon scales.


"Talk!" he spat in Arabic. "Who are you?! What do you know about Magnus?!"


Chill was shocked and just shook his head. The man, twisted the javelin piece impaled at his side causing Chill to yell out in agony. "I don't know! I don't know what you're talking about!" he yelled in English.


The man looked momentarily surprised, then struck him on the head. Chill's world went black and he knew no more.


A whistle rang out across the palace roofs. In the distance, the man wearing a gauntlet of dragon scales with an unconscious Chill on his back was calling out to the rest of the veiled men on the roof. "Retreat, we're done here! You six, kill the girl."


Then he transformed. His body grew and lengthened into the mighty hulking form of a great lion, powerful wings blossomed from his big shoulders and swept sand and dust off the palace roof. He had the head of a man with leonine features, and around one paw was the dragon-scale gauntlet that had somehow transformed to fit the new shape of its master --- a sphinx faunice.


The sphinx leapt off the palace roof and flew up into the sky, dwindling into a dot as it sped off west towards the blood-red setting sun with Chill in its jaws.




@CoconutLeaves


(OOC: Everyone who hasn't rolled their dies and attacked for this round yet, you may.)
 
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Dusty Aidan



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"Argh my ears"


Think of à nail, a rusty pointy nail digging itself deep into a soft layer of rubber. It's not quick either, just slow and twisted in. It doesn't look that painful doesn't it? But the image itself can bring to mind some unnerving images. Dusty's ears were suffering from an almost similar experience after Brandon's sudden cover of Disney's timeless classic Alladin, his ears felt like they were tortured for no reason than utter sadistic pleasure alone, it's almost a wonder to dusty why he had to put up with this kind of thing


Actually now that he thought about it why did he have to put up with this? Why does he let someone like Brandon bully him so? Even more so now that he made another enemy within his workplace... well perhaps not enemy more like unwelcome party member. As if he didn't have to deal with anymore trouble in his life why subject himself to this kind of uncomfortable atmosphere at home and maybe now at work? Brandon's brash and almost deceitful should he choose to be, downright scheming to the soul and almost sadistic if he chose to be. He has his good sides, most of them he outwardly shows..... and maybe inwardly too... maybe it was more cons outweighing pros, still that doesn't justify the fact that most of his physical ailments were his to bear.


Why does he keep letting him do these things to... gambling... and now swindling... even getting that girl involved... which surprisingly enough she doesnt sem to want to as dusty noticed her wrapping herself in garments to try and cover herself as opposed to her raincoat approach.





*Amateur


Should've read up on how to properly cover herself, for a vampire she's not really smart huh? In fact why come in on a raincoat in the first place?*


Dusty thought of in spite, he's definitely not gonna forgive her anytime soon. But he was losing his train of thought, as Brandon started to set up shop, as he recalled the thoughts he had


Why doea he let himself get bullied


And why does he let Brandon get away with things


As soon as he was able to find himself back on track his comm peice rung in his ear. Which prompted a good flick and a painful response as his hair stops up in surprise , as if his ears weren't already bleeding inside. He listened in on the alert... the palace... Mr. Sandell.. someone was in trouble.. dusty understood the concern and immediately turned to Brandon perhaps now they could get away from the swindling and ho forward into the actual mission, cause it's sounds like the objective may have found them. As he met eyes with the Lycan however he was not met with eyes of determination by with eyes that plead


"Noooooo...."


"Dusty~"


"You always do this to me!!"


"Someone has to get the coin!"


"Someone might die if we don't get there!!!"


"Oh c'mon I think they can handle it!"


"The announcement said "all units" that's pretty much red alert"


"No it's not?~"


"Yes it is!! Now come on"


Life can interrupt you at times where you think it's inconvenient to do so. And as dusty readied his cane and his artifact Brandon had already called the attention of several buyers looking for what Brandon had to offer. Dusty's eyes widened and fell at the sudden strike of luck he had, and all Brandon could do was shrug a Samsung smile as he attended to the customers in the stall.


Seriously why does he put up with this.


Looks like there was no one else to go into this distress call among them but him, and with his tiny legs he raced off to find the palace. He hid his ears in his turban and hus tail in his pants, if anything he looked like a ragged brat in the streets, running away from someone or something... he wondered if anyone else answered the distress call. If they had they would be on their way now, and he had hoped he wasn't alone in the answer. He quickly dived into the dark alleyways and through busy streets in order to climb up the housings and stalls some could see and move freely, jumping from platform to platform as he set his sights on the palace. Almost like a cat springing around he could feel the wind in his nostrils almost pumping him up for a fight. He felt good running around and jumping around, especially in a place like this. It felt good.


Soon enough he found himself on the palace outskirts, overlooking the grounds from above the palace walls, and making sure take the path less watched over. He heard fighting near, and a figure jumping into the top wall... no it couldn't be..


"Have fear, Nona is here!"


Why'd it have to be her!!


Dusty clicked in disagreement to this whole situation that fate had lended. Now he had to fight AND be careful around the creepy vampire bully. Can't log just make it easy for more than just a moment? He rubbed his temple and tried to focus on the task rather than the challenge.... maybe if he kept to the shadows no one would notice him. He bound rope on his arms and overlooked the fight from a distance.


5 men on Fortuntta, the woman from the carnival... the one who slayed most of the fiends. It was interesting to see a person of her caliber get caught in a firefight, and it looked like things weren't going all to well.... he wasn't able to see chill not just yet... for now all focus was on Fortuntta


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Dusty had a good vantage point and flexing his staff outwards his arm as the tokoyami sprralwd and coiled on its length. The rope in his arm grew and billowed in smoke and embers and his eyes shined their golden glow once more. He pinpointed a total of four for now, he couldn't reach the last one just yet. And with a quick swing of his pole 4 shadow balls darted towards the heads of 4 assassins flashing a brilliant flare to blind them. With this the warrior stood a good chànce


























@OverconfidentMagi @Zer0 @CoconutLeaves @


 
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After walking away from the palace Serena made her way back to the marketplace. Her only hope at this point was to listen in on the crowd of people hoping to catch some good information. At one part of the marketplace a merchant kept getting in her way.


"Your face looks very pale, are you sick? I have an herb that can help you recover. It's an all-purpose herb that only very few of these plants grow in this land..." the man went on and on trying to sell this herb while she was just trying to do her job. The longer he followed talking the more frustrated she became


While the man continued it was at this point that she heard in her Comm "All agents provide combat and medical support in the Palace; north roofs, Fortunata and Chill are engaging multiple hostiles with cloaks of invisibility, covered faces, and no armor. Do not kill any palace guards." Her eyes widened just a bit and immediately turned around only to be met with the face of the merchant in her way yet again.


"I promise, you won't regret buying this, your complexion will go back to normal and-" He was interrupted by a strong, right-cross to the face ending up knocking him out. Serena looked down at her fist and then at the crowd that had gone silent for a moment witnessing that a woman had struck a man. She booked it down the street before they had the chance to ambush her. Thankfully, no one thought her hitting him was worth the trouble of chasing after her.


"Why did they have to get in trouble now of all times?... Although I probably would've ended up punching the guy anyway." Serena ran as fast as she could without using any abilities and had reached the side of the palace. She looked both left and right seeing no guards, so she turned her left arm into a harpoon. Serena then looked to the top of the palace and aimed.


"Steady now.... steady..." She triggered her harpoon arm shooting it just a foot under the top of the ledge and then suspended herself high up. Launching herself up onto the rooftop with a skid as she reverted her arm back. Looking at the scene before her, all of the enemies were attacking Fortunata, Nona had just arrived, Dusty had already engaged in battle, and.... Chill was being kidnapped by a Sphinx faunice? Serena would have followed but they were already so far away and flying at a god-like speed.


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Serena growled at the situation and then looked to one of the attackers turning her right arm into a whip and slashed at the feet of one of them to get their attention. (Dice: 7) And then once more at their back (Dice: 3) followed by pulling the whip back and then back at them with enough force to wrap around them to grapple. (Dice: 1) (Dice 6: +1 Evade)
 
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Nona Usagi​






Saudi Arabia

Palace Rooftop​





Nona reached down to grab a rabbit and... wait, she didn't have any rabbits. She'd left them chasing after her when she'd run to join the fight at the palace, and who knew how long it would take them to figure out how to get up to where she was. Well that was unfortunate. Maybe she could make more? But despite the fighting going on it didn't look like there was enough blood on the roof to create a rabbit from. The blood that had been spilled was already moving off the rooftop in useless little rivers. It looked like she'd be fighting unarmed this time. Boring.


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She decided to go with the surefire plan to to the very least get some blood spilling, which is to say she just ran right at what she guessed was the enemy. The dancy-flowy girl she thought she recognized from somewhere, probably around the mansion, she didn't really care to remember faces much. That probably meant the other guys were the bad guys, or the good guys, didn't matter much to her.


"Hey stupid sand people, do you really need that many people to deal with just one little girl? I mean you're all gonna die anyway, but you could at least try to keep your dignity until then." She skipped right up to the men surrounding the dancy girl whose name Nona couldn't be asked to remember. (Evade +3 : 8,6,8) She pushed up the edge of her wide straw hat with one finger like she was a samurai about to slice everything apart in one cut - now she wanted a samurai sword - and in a mock gravely old man voice said, "Come, fight me!" (Attract 2 enemies : 4)
 
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Aaron


A good amount of time had passed, yet Aaron had finally arrived at the palace. There was a hint of exhaustion to his breath as it escaped his mouth. Normally he wouldn't do something like this but orders were orders. The large gates of the palace were in front of him, and to his surprise they were unguarded. The guards more than likely were distracted by the commotion inside of the palace. Cautiously, he entered into the entrance of the palace, almost suspecting a trap. Yet alas; There was no trap, only commotion on the roof. Libra certainly knew how to always find the action, that was for sure.


Aaron followed the noise of the commotion to guide his way to a staircase. Each step up the stairs his legs felt weaker and weaker...curse this body's old age! It was a test, but he made it to the top of the northern roof of the overwhelming palace in a time that surprised even him. He could already see Serana, Fortunata, and Nona. Yet, he could not see Chill...did he leave the roof? Just then the exhaustion hit his body, forcing himself to put his hands on his knees and keel over, wheezing in and out from the long distance jog he just did. Why am I doing this again? I'm probably the least capable fighter here!


(Rolling die)


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Aaron looked up, and saw just how outnumbered they all were; Fortunata was greatly outnumbered, though it looked like she wasn't struggling with her odd set of moves. It would be best to still try and take some of the heat off of her, so Aaron drew out his cutlass and prepared himself for battle. He first skimmed the battlefield, picking out what looked to be the easiest target for him to keep up with. Near Fortunata, he saw one he looked to be already injured. That was the one Aaron set his sights on, and he charged the foe from behind, slashing his sword straight at his back (Success: Dice 1). The foe visibly cringed from the attack as he was not aware of the attack, however now he was aware of Aaron's presence. Now Aaron had caught his breath, and was much more prepared for combat. (Evade + 3 from three unsuccessful die, Total evade: 8)


@Zer0
 
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<Blanca>


- Lazim, Saudi Arabia, Northern Courtyard -
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The pair had arrived a tad late, but all things considered, the old man and the cloaked machine made pretty good time given the fact that they were barred from standing out from the crowd. They had received a couple of odd looks on the way there, but... That much wouldn't have an impact on the future as they knew it, right?


Once they went past the Palace's vacant gates and out of the eyes of the civilians, Blanca immediately put 3CH4RP3 into its Active state. Now with white runes glowing on its scarf, Blanca split up with Aaron after proclaiming "I'll stay below.". Her reason for staying off the roof was simple: if there's a fight above, then there might be injured down below.


Blanca didn't doubt the Libra agents' abilities to avoid a sudden drop (Chill in particular would likely never have to fear such a thing), but when talking about climbing oddly shaped buildings like this one, it's often harder to get down safely than it is to climb up. That being the case, if an Agent managed to drop -- even at the cost of physical damage -- their pursuers would have a hard time chasing them down. With that delay, the agents could hide while awaiting reinforcements... Or so Blanca thought.


With that in mind, Blanca followed what she assumed to be the sound of fighting and found herself at the Northern Courtyard. As soon as she arrived, she hid herself behind a pillar. The reason: there were what seemed to be 3 Dancers fighting rogue-looking men. The dancers seemed to be dressed in similar attire to agent Fortuna, causing Blanca to become lost in thought before bringing herself back to reality.


There was a high possibility that the current battle was caused by Libra's presence here in the past... And so, even if these dancers weren't Libra themselves, the group was responsible for their injuries. And so, Blanca steeled herself to join the fray and assist the dancers... Only for the fight to end when someone above shouted "Retreat, we're done here!"


With that, the rogues seemed to vanish in thin air -- no doubt due to the Cloaks of Invisibility that Ethan had mentioned. Before Blanca could breathe a sigh of relief for not needing to go into combat, however... The beating of wings could be heard. Turning her head to the sky, her mecha's eyes widened as she saw what she recognized as a Sphinx take off with Chill in its jaws. It wasn't even 10 seconds later that it had disappeared into the dark skies overhead.


In the short time she saw him, Chill didn't seem particularly damaged (not enough for him to have been dead, at least), which caused Blanca to come to a simple conclusion. "Chill... Has been taken by the enemy." Blanca spoke in English after activating the group's intercom. "His abductor is a Sphinx. Most likely, pursuit is... Useless."


Even if she had been on the roof she probably wouldn't have been able to save the boy, but... The fact that a Libra agent vanished before her very eyes caused a hint of frustration to be audible in her words. "As Sphinges usually emit high concentrations of Mana from their mouth to form 'Riddles'... The positioning function from Chill's com unit is likely offline as well."


With that, Blanca gritted her mecha's teeth. It was unfortunate, but given the fact that satellites didn't exist in this time, she had to rely solely on Runes to establish X, Y, and Z coordinates. With Chill in a Sphinx's maw, the mana flowing through his runes was undoubtedly disturbed. They'd function again once the Sphinx released him, but... Who knew when that'd happen?


Shifting her speech from the group's coms to the outside world, Blanca quickly stepped into the courtyard among the dancers, two of which lay on the ground, clear expressions of pain on their faces. "Stay still." Blanca said, her words coming out in fluent Arabic as she knelt next to one of the incapacitated dancers. Without waiting for the woman's response, 3CH4RP3's scarf wrapped around her like a snake around its prey, causing her to take a form similar to a cocoon.


At first, the three still-standing women had shocked expressions on their faces at the spectacle. That shock soon turned to defensive malice, and they brought what seemed to be cloth-type weapons to Blanca's neck, shouting at her to release their comrade. Their expressions became even more fierce as the cocooned woman breathed in sharply as the cloth pressed against her wounds.


As if she didn't hear them, 3CH4RP3's cloth activated, glowing bright as its healing functions spurred to life. Warily, the women jumped back in surprise, no doubt confused by the light-emitting cloth. While it wasn't visible through the its scarf, the wounds touched by 3CH4RP3's scarf were closing by the second, as if they had never existed in the first place. For a short moment, silence enveloped the courtyard beneath the combat on the roof... Before it was broken by sighs of admiration when Blanca removed her scarf.


Pure and unscathed, the skin of the unconscious dancer's body (which now had a considerably better complexion than before) was inspected by her comrades, who rushed to her with expressions of disbelief.


"A complex poison is in her veins... And likely all of yours as well." Blanca explained to the three dancers, shifting her mecha's scarf over each one in turn. They were considerably less damaged than she had expected, given the fact they had just fought what Blanca believed to be rogue-ish Espers, so her scarf finished tending to their wounds quickly. "It will take time to cure... Time that I am more than willing to take, but... Can I request something in return?"


The dancers looked at each other as their wounds vanished one by one. They talked in an odd tongue unfamiliar to 3CH4RP3's translator, but it went without saying that they were discussing whether or not to accept. After a couple of moments, one of the dancers -- one dressed in golden cloth -- spoke in Arabic.


"Anything." she said, a look of resolve clear on her and her partner's faces. Blanca motioned to the roof in response. "Help my partners."


@Zer0


OOC Note
I still wanted to do more, but because this post is already quite long, I'll wait a bit. Next post, I'll use Nona's bunnies to bring the two dancers closer to Blanca, and get them to look for some rope to bind the Assassin Archer in the pond.


The Assassin can probably use the time that the Bunnies are looking for rope to kidnap Blanca.[/color]
 


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    The veiled men yelled in surprise the moment Dusty's shadow balls flared muddling their eyes, their attacks missing Fortunata all at once.


    "Who are these people?!" yelled one of the bewildered ambushers in Arabic, before he was lashed then bound by Serena's whip. The man lost his balance and fell over.


    Two ignored Nona's jibe, either because they didn't understand English or because they were still fighting blindly still blinking out the flash from Dusty's attack. When they came to, they were surprised to see a child before them and looked at Nona like she was someone annoying who was getting in the way. "Get out of here, kid!" they yelled in Arabic, before attempting to rush past her to fight the 'older' looking people.


    Apart from not being able to hit Fortunata at all, the last of the original ambushers, fell forward from Aaron's strike. He rolled forward, slipping and stumbling as he ran blindly then turned to face his two opponents, gritting his teeth.

    (OOC: Enemy rolls not needed since one's success was crippled by Fortunata, and the rest were crippled by Dusty.)

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    Writing Reminders: Everyone, please write which foe you are attacking and if you are damaging them, crippling success, or crippling evade.


 
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The moment she saw the form of his body taken away by a mythical beast, Fortunata's heart sank.


Mr.Sandell!





Her eyes glazed with worry but found that the being had taken him, high to the skies, out of her reach. Her footsteps trailed after his slowly vanishing form, reaching the edge of the roof when she heard the voices of her enemy behind her, the footsteps multiplying as the voices grew in number. Her heart seemed to beat slowly, the music gone silent as the cool arabian wind grew frosty and harsh around the hairs of her skin. Taking a gulp, she turned around to see five warriors run towards her, their weapons raised to deliver fatal blows.


She pointed the fabric of ether at them, her weapon limp as it flowed with the wind. Her eyes steeled with determination and resolve as she took a step forward.


Grandmother, please lend me your strength.





The strength came in the form of four shadow balls that blinded them. Looking to the source, she saw Dusty from afar, or she hoped he was. He had helped her once more, and she gave a short bow. This would be enough.


Gathering strength, she looked towards her foes once more, surprised to see that her comrades had arrived, their weapons and skills on full display as they commenced their battles with each of the assassins. Aaron, Nona, and Serena all fighting valiantly. She promised to repay them in the future.


Granddaughter, now is your chance!





Nodding to herself, the pace of her heart increasing once more as the music began to start again in her soul. She pointed the opaque fabric towards her remaining foes and closed her eyes.


Song of the Tribe


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It was slightly different, this sound. It started with the cleansing hymn of bells that gave her mind peace. The strumming of guitars echoed with the powerful voice of women singing a song of their homeland: The four corners. The seas and the skies, the mountains and the sands, the trees and the fires. All of these were their lands. It made her want to fight for something so fleeting and vast that she could feel in her fingertips but never truly reach for it.


She opened her eyes once more as the drums began to pound. She looked at her weakened foe and decided to put him out of his frustrations. With a quick dash, her steps moving quickly, she handled the fabric as a sword and plunged it to her enemy's heart. The tense movement of his body gave way to limpness as she cut it across cleanly, making a large clean slice on his right side. (Dice: 1, Success to Foe 2).





She looked at Aaron and nodded her thanks towards him, unsure of what to say of her failure to keep Chill safe. She walked to him nevertheless.


"Thank you for helping me." She spoke as she clasped her hands together and bowed. "I will repay this debt in the future."


As she looked down, she noticed something: Chill's camera. Her hands went for it, and pocketed it in her bag quickly as she looked at her remaining opponent. She could not let Aaron get hurt, she would not allow it.


She raced towards him, her foe, and then moved to the side only when they were inches apart, her footsteps began to be more random as she dance, listening only to the song within her heart, and let it overflow. (Dice: 5, Evade; 6,6 to increase evade).





[dice]24889[/dice]


@Zer0 @Gilzar
 
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Aaron


One down. Four to go. And now Fortunata was now saying she was in Aaron's debt. Funny, usually it would always be vise-versa in his case. There is no doubt he would use that to his advantage later sometime, when the opportunity presented itself. That however would be Fortunata's problem, not Aaron's problem. For now he had to deal with what foes remained...


There were four, as previously stated. Tough looking assassins, probably far above Aaron's league for combat. One on one would be suicidal...He would instead continue the momentum that him and Fortunata had made and continue to attack what opponents she was striking, therefore their numbers could overwhelm one foe. Before he could get his thoughts ready to plan out his next set of strikes, Fortunata was already charging the next opponent.


As nice as she dresses, she sure loves bloodshed...


(Rolling)


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(Dice 1 & 4; Success on foe 8) He didn't hesitate to quickly circle behind Fortunata, then quickly weaved his position around her side. Following this, he used fancy footwork to throw off where he'd move to strike his opponent, using a quick faint to land slice his blade into two successive strikes. Aaron then quickly moved back to distance himself from the assassin, readying himself for his next move. (Dice 6 & 10; Evade. Total Evade 7)
 
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    The loss of his comrade seemed to invigorate Aaron's foe. The veiled man quickly closed the gap between them exchanging sparking blows with an ornate iron dagger bearing an ancient emblem that has appeared many times all over the bloody pages of history, the emblem of the Assassin's Guild.


    In modern Helsalem, it was known by Libra and the other major factions that the assassin's guild was dedicated to preserving the balance of power within the entire world. Their modus operandi was to swiftly and brutally kill anyone who threatens to give the Elder Thirteen, the Deathwings, the Grand Witch, the Knights Templar, or the Lycan lords a foothold in world domination.


    Their rationale for doing this is that by keeping these major factions equal, it will stop another world war from occurring. Needless to say, because of this they're not exactly friends with anyone.


    Chills' comms were on the few seconds before he was taken, and everyone heard a man ask in Arabic what he knew of Magnus. Perhaps, the Assassin's Guild was looking for him too to destroy the stone.


    The man found an opening and kicked Aaron forward near the edge of the Palace roof (#9, -1 Hp Aaron), where he took a good look at his face before thrusting his dagger for the man's stomach.

    (OOC: @Gilzar, enemy rolls here.)

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    This is the last dice battle round. @CoconutLeaves, you can do that thing we talked about on your next post.




 

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Nona Usagi​






Saudi Arabia

Palace Rooftop​





They were just going to ignore her. One of the sand people said something to her. The Libra earpiece translated his words, but even without it she could have guessed what had been said just by his tone, one she knew well. The tone one takes when speaking to a child. A tone she hated to hear, especially when it was directed at her.


When they tried to just walk by her, she reached out and grabbed arm of one and the back of the other's cloak. "Do. Not. Ignore me. You don't get to ignore me." If they weren't going to see her as an enemy, she would at least force them to see her as an obstacle. One way or another, she would make them play.


[dice]24947[/dice](Attract enemies : 7) (Evade +3 : 8,4,5)
 
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