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    Flynn Flynn sighed as Suria started listing off all the things he'd managed to do, not really surprised that these people had been doing more than him this entire fight. Really, I just got blasted through the wall and nothing else, he mused. "Alright, I get it. You can sit down if you really want... hey, are you okay?" Flynn took a look at Suria's horrified face before slowly following his gaze to the sky. Then, of course, he saw it. Flynn had turned around at just the right moment, in time to watch the demon callously throw down Myra's decapitated corpse and rain gore from the sky. A lump caught in his throat as he turned back to Ree and Suria, watching the latter get sick over the sight. It was just so... confusing for Flynn. Never in his one-month memory had he seen someone die, and never so brutally either. It was a brand new sight to him, but something in his gut knew that it was horribly, horribly wrong, The fact that it was Myra, brand new to the group just like him, didn't make it any better. In that instant, Flynn would have asked if this was what they had to deal with all the time, and rage at why they'd forced him to join, but one more look at Suria convinced him that they were just as shocked. So we have to do something about this. Flynn walked over to a destroyed part of the wall jutting out like column and held onto it for dear life, almost afraid that he'd lose his lunch, too. "Y-yea, I hear you," he muttered once Suria agreed to help out. "I've already got shitty memories - let's not give me more to toss around at night for." He waited until Suria laid out their strategy before pitching in his answer. "Alright. I think warning's my job. You don't want to do that, and Ree - that your name, right? I think you're one of the only ones who can get them in the air, with your little..." He paused, not knowing her what her demons were called, "... gremlin things, so you'd be the only one to hit those weak spots higher up on their body. Sound fair?" Flynn stopped one more time to noticed that some kids, namely the one that could become a dragon, were missing from the town square where they'd been originally. "You guys wouldn't know where the dragon girl went, would you? We could probably use all hands on deck right now." @LokiofSP @King Crimson Erin Erin watched, battered but happy, as Alyson continued to heal the injured child. One look to her bear inspired a bit of fear for its safety in Erin, but once the bear forced itself up and plodded towards her, she gave it a little nod of gratitude. She still didn't know how she summoned this bear, or why it was helping them, but she wasn't really going to ask questions. Looking around and hoping she didn't look too weird, Erin extended her hand towards the bear before giving it a tentative pat on the head. The bear didn't respond, but merely laid its head down like it had once before, and Erin turned back to Alyson just in time to catch the other girl expressing her gratitude "Oh, it's no problem. We're basically even now, don't you think?" Her request to look out for other demons and Hassan hadn't gone unheard either, and Erin nodded in acknowledgement to that, too. Taking up a more alert stance, Erin watched Hassan's flight on Vaku while the bear shuffled over to watch by her side. They're handling this pretty well. Fighting monsters - I could get used to this. It's not really so bad, after all. And then things went bad, after all. Admiration turned to horror as Erin watched the scene in the sky unfold, especially as Myra's headless body rained blood and guts all over the town square like some horrible balloon of gore. Trying not to get sick at the sight, Erin shifted over to try and block Alyson's view of the terrible scene, only to watch the small boy she was healing die on the spot. "A-alyson," she started, trembling as some of Myra's blood splattered on her shirt. "We need to get moving. Now!" Just as she said "now", the demons burrowed under the ground and her bear bore his teeth, growling menacingly at the ground. "I don't know why there's more of them, but we need to get everyone to safety. Like her!" She pointed at Yin's unconscious body, basically meta demon bait before Erin pulled her over and laid her on the bear's back. "C'mon Alyson!" @The Elder @The Imperial Flame
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    Flynn "Hah, no problem! It's always-" Flynn stopped to cough, a motion which sent quite a bit of pain flaring along his sides. "Always good to help!" Of course, he hadn't known Ree was asking the question of her demons, or that he'd just happened to have the right answer at the right time. Maybe that's my contribution to this battle. If I get lucky, they could just take care of it all while I rest. Satisfied with his "contribution" to the group's plan of attack, Flynn attempted to roll over, only filling his lungs with smoke and his sides with stinging pain. Well, if it wasn't for the fire, I could just lay here all day, couldn't I? With a groan, Flynn made another attempt at getting up before Ree appeared to help him. "Oh, uh... hey." No rest for me today. He gladly accepted Ree's hand up, taking a bit of time to answer her question when it came. "Yea, I'm kinda green here, just not used to all the explosions and the whole get-thrown-into-a-building thing, you know?" Confident enough that he'd regained his footing, Flynn placed a hand on his back, wincing at the pain. "So is this something you guys d-" His question found its interruption in Suria's equally sudden appearance, and Flynn's head slowly turned to track the other boy's flight and unceremonious landing on his face. "Nice entrance, shower guy," he said, letting out a low whistle as Suria started pulling himself up. He watched for a few seconds as Suria started digging through the kitchen's cabinets before turning back to Ree. "Should I get used to that? Like the whole... flying thing?" He made a couple of gestures for a lack of words, before following Suria's gaze out of the hole in the wall to see two meta demons in the sky. How are there two now? Flynn shook his head, fixating on Suria's mention of a plan. "Yea, yea, we'll make a plan. I'm not too familiar with what all of you can do, but is there something we can do to hit that thing, whatever it is, between all of us?" Confident that he'd started them off right, Flynn paused for a moment before doing a double-take at Suria once he realized the other boy wasn't going to lend a hand in fighting the meta-demons. "Hold on, don't you want to get rid of those things before they shoot more feathers at us? Also, what did you do? There's like, one more of them in the sky since I last looked, and all I've seen you do is get blown through the wall - I'm pretty sure that doesn't take much effort, from my experience." @LokiofSP @King Crimson (@The Elder, I can do another solo post for Erin if you get a post out before Flynn's next interaction)
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    Erin “R-right. I’ll try that,” Erin muttered apprehensively, not quite sure how well Alyson’s suggestion would work. Well, it doesn’t look like I have a choice, does it? She stared down the bear, who only continued staring back, as she thought of something to say. “Could… could you come closer?” Erin continued to stare down the bear, then flinched in surprise when it obeyed the command, drawing closer before resting once again, closer by a few feet. “Oh my god, Alyson. Did you see that? He’s actually list-” before Erin could finish, the meta demon appeared in the sky, leaving the rest of her words stuck unsaid as it began to launch its phoenix feathers at the kids. “Alyson look OUT-!” It turns out Erin’s warning was unneeded, as the other girl utilized her fire manipulation to crash the fiery feathers into each other, protecting the two of them. “Oh, that was too close. Thank you,” she sighed, turning her attention back to the bear. Now, what else can I do with you? Erin didn’t get much time to think, as Alyson and her cousin were already responding to the aftermath of the meta demon’s attack, leaving Erin to skittishly keep a watch over the demon should it decide to attack them again. As she nervously kept an eye on the horror in the sky, she picked up a bit of conversation about someone named “Festus” from both Alyson and Hassan - possibly that “he” from earlier that Alyson said was coming to help. Even with all her imagination, however, Erin could not have imagined their incoming help was another dragon. She watched with amazement as Festus blew fire at the meta demon, tearing her eyes away to watch over Alyson as she healed one of their members who had taken three feathers straight to the back. In that split second, Erin missed the splitting of the meta demon and Festus’s apparent dispatching of the other one as he flew towards the forest. Thus, when she turned her eyes back to the sky, the sight of the meta demon, still alive and now Festus-less, surprised her. She could only watch in terror as the demon unleashed its next flurry of feathers, trying to get Alyson’s attention so she could start moving. Unbeknownst to Erin, her bear was already making the trek over to her change in position when the demon began its next attack. Since its master was frozen with shock and her companion was busy saving another’s life, the bear did the only thing it could - it jumped in front of the two, taking the blasts and tumbling, singed and missing patches of fur, into Erin, sending the girl tumbling back but relatively unharmed. Flynn The arrival of the meta demon made Flynn a bit less worried about fitting in with the other kids, and a bit more about how he would plan his funeral. He only nodded silently as Suria suggested using the injection, not caring about contracting HIV as he plunged the needle into his arm. Instantly, he felt the same surge of power and strange, tickling memory that his sister had experienced, just a bit more prepared for the battle to come. Now… what the hell is my power? Flynn didn’t get much time to ponder over that thought, as the meta demon unleashed its first salvo of blazing feathers, causing Flynn to take cover behind a building as he noticed three of them were headed his way. Of course, he didn’t get much time to rest, as the feathers made a surprise re-appearance, turning the corner and streaking towards him once again. Shit, he thought internally, backing up and swinging his arm as the feathers were about to connect, closing his eyes and bracing himself to get a pincushion for an arm. Then the sound of objects bouncing off metal rang in Flynn’s ears, and for a couple more seconds… nothing. He slowly cracked open his eyes, surprised to see the feathers, lying on the ground, and even more shocked to see his lower right arm turned into the blade of a sword. What the hell? Flynn fully opened his eyes, staring with astonishment between the deflected feathers and his new sword-arm. “Hah… wow. That’s pretty cool, I’ve got to say.” Currently out of danger for the second, Flynn raised his arm to the sky, watching the sun reflect off the metal. “Geez, why didn’t anyone tell me I could do this earlier?” He didn’t get an answer, in words, at least. Instead, the three feathers on the ground suddenly burst in a violent explosion, wrecking the building he’d used for cover and sending Flynn hurtling back into the sight of the meta demon, bruised, dirtied, and bearing a new gash in his left arm as a result of his blade arm cutting it during his tumble. He’s missed the splitting of the demon and the arrival of Festus (though he’d heard that), but Flynn was back just in time to catch a glimpse of the meta demon’s strange, non-dark neck spot before it launched another, smaller, wave of feathers towards the group of kids again. “Oh yea. Nice try.” This time, Flynn braced himself to deflect the feather. “Bring it on, you sonfoa-” The explosion on impact stole his thunder. Flynn, mildly surprised to say the least, was sent tumbling back into the building he’d recently taken cover around, before he made impact with one particularly tough couch. His blade arm was missing now, shattered by the explosion, and two particularly nasty pieces of metal made gashes on his left side and right leg. Then, to Flynn’s surprise, his arm started to reform, missing all of its blade-y aspects and coming back as, well, just a normal arm. He only groaned, staring lazily at the fire beginning to spread throughout the building before he caught some conversation coming from the building’s dining room right next to the room he’d fallen into. He was picking up on Ree’s conversation, however, it only sounded to him like she was talking to herself, he couldn’t really pick up the demon chatter. It didn’t matter much, though, as he heard Ree mention something about weaknesses, causing him to perk up a bit. “Hey!” He shouted hoarsely to the other room. “Um, I don’t know who’s there, but I think I saw something on that piece of crap. It’s got something on its neck, about yay wide-” he paused, realizing that whoever was in the other room couldn’t see his gestures. “Well, if it’s not covered in darkness like the rest of it, it should be some sort of weak spot, right?” @Lotusy @GingerBread @Daimao @Embaga Elder @That Guy Over There @IPreferTies @LokiofSP @The Imperial Flame @Tazmodo @CelticSol @King Crimson @MTchaos1134
  4. Honestly Blaze, I don't really mind the plot map. In fact, having the plot map is one of the reasons I can still motivate myself to post today. It's good to have a general sense of plot direction, and setting those plot events as long-term goals really gets ideas like the Nimbasa groups vs. Nightmares going, since we've been waiting for them excitedly. Even then, it'a not stifling - besides the few key characters that have planned actions, like Victor's betrayal, there's plenty of space in-between for characters to grow and develop. Of course, take what I say with a grain of salt, as I have none of the previously mentioned "plot-important" characters, but I still think the plot map is a pretty good thing to have.
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    Psssh, that's passable for me! Sassy quips in other languages are what I live for.
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    以如果你可以教德语 ,我会教你一点汉语! (If you can teach me German, I can teach you a bit of Chinese!) Edit: Also yea I feel you on that speaking part. I never speak Chinese because: A. I only know my mom'a given dialect, which is nothing like Madarin or Cantonese, and B. Because my tones sound like utter crap.
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    Erin Erin felt a bit happier as everyone started to figure out where they wanted to stay for the night, with Castiel already heading off to the hotel to find them some room. It was a good idea, and as much as she loved camping, sleeping somewhere nice would be much better - as long as nobody asked her to pay for it. Of course, none of that was important right now, as Alyson suggested they go into the town, an offer Erin could only smile at. "Yea, Alyson, that's a great id-" Before she could finish, a strange, gun-toting girl appeared, threatened their lives, and backed up that threat with an enormous wood dragon straight from the ground. It was almost too much for Erin to process at once, though thankfully her new friend had faster reflexes, allowing Erin to quickly join her on her ride. "Thanks, I owe you one." As Vaku took off to cover, Erin could help but look around at the kids they'd been traveling with, all of whom were entering the battle slowly but surely. She was impressed as their leader took straight to the dragon's back, as another girl literally sprouted wings and flew, and found herself absolutely astonished as a girl literally sprouted wings and took flight towards their enemy. Soon enough, though, Erin found herself party to Alyson's plan, only nodding in agreement, as she didn't know who this "he" was. The next step, obviously, was pitching in to the effort to kill the damn dragon. Alyson was already unlimbering her bow, and Erin felt the pressure to help rise - even though she had no idea to contribute. Remembering that both Alyson and Hassan had injected themselves with some liquid before they fought, Erin rummaged around her pockets, finding her own mana injection. "Um, do I just... ah, nevermind." Deciding not to bother Alyson, Erin aimed the injection into her upper left arm. Since she had no skill in doing so, it hurt like hell - but at the same time, she felt exhilarated, energetic, and... powerful, too. Some memory flickered in the back of her mind, but Erin pushed it aside, noticing that Alyson had suddenly stopped around the edge of their cover. "Alyson?" She asked, peering around at her friend. "What's wrong?" Erin got her answer soon enough, essentially what she'd expected: Alyson didn't want to resort to violence. "Hey, don't worry," she said softly, hoping she'd settle Alyson's nerves. "I don't know what sort of agreement she's talking about, but she's trying to kill us, for god’s sake. We don’t even have to hurt her, we just have to get rid of that giant wood dragon.” Soon enough, Hassan called out to Alyson as well, and either through her words or his, Alyson snapped back to reality, using her fire to burn the dragon and free Kristen. Eventually, Erin decided to do something. Between bursts of fighting, she kept peeking around the corner to check on the battle, shuffling back and forth as she did so. While she kept a sharp eye on the proceedings, however, Erin stayed mostly unaware of the tracks her feet were leaving in the ground. By the time she’d stopped, however, the unknowingly drawn sigil lay on the ground - a long triangle with three curved lines resembling claws just above it. Erin noticed the strange pattern a second later - and to her surprise - it began to glow. The trees at the edge of the forest began to bend slightly towards Erin, and the form of a grizzly bear rose from the ground, giving Erin the third fright of her life that day. “Alyson,” she whispered, poking the other girl as the bear stared straight at the two of them. “Y-you saw that right?” The bear didn’t seem to react to Erin’s chatter at all, simply bowing down its head. “W-what did I do? What should I do?” (Sorry that I can't get tags or colors on the body - mobile's being a dick.)
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    Erin Erin made an internal fist pump as a light slime flickered across Alyson's face. Ha! Guess I'm not that bad after all. She gave her new ally a knowing smile in return before truly focusing her attention on the town this time. Sure it was a bit run-down, but Erin had seen (and stayed in) worse. Besides, they had a hotel, stores, and a pub - all the basics, really. This was the kind of place Erin appreciated more than her brother, as they often picked up nice-looking human things or got some good rest in the towns they'd stayed in. Then there was the massive hotel/casino building, which, as Erin stated before, really intrigued her. Usually, neither of the Belrond siblings entered an establishment of that caliber, due to complaints of "being too dirty" or "not having money", neither of which they understood. This time, though, it seemed like at least some of the kids wanted to stay, and Erin would finally get a long-desired peek inside a decent hotel. "Yea, I'm with her," Erin said, gesturing to Kristen and all her excitement at wanting to go to the hotel. "And, if you don't mind me asking," she looked over at Ree with a bit of confusion. "What's the problem with not having parents?" She was a bit confused, as Flynn and her strategy throughout the past month involved parentless town-hopping. It was only after a quick look around the group that Erin realized the issue. "Oh, you mean the large amount of us, right? I suppose that would be weird." Erin shrugged, giving Alyson a "what-can we do" look before turning back to the rest of the group. "I've got no problem with sleeping in the forest - and I'm able to help anyone set up cover if they'd like." She looked back to Alyson, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Do you think that sounds good enough?" Flynn Flynn could only nod as Suria continued talking, as words like "fetish" and "shower still flew over his head. "What, do you guys actually like to drown yourselves?" He asked, scratching himself like a mad dog as he walked. "I - have - no - idea why you people do these things." Every pause was filled with another scratch or grunt as Flynn quickly showed his disregard for basic hygiene. "Yea, I guess we'll get to 'showering' if we can find one. I'm not too worried about it right now." Castiel's call for suggestions was sort of lost on Flynn's ears. Erin always found their lodging in towns likes these, and Flynn worked a bit more in finding their shelter when they camped out in the forest. He took a bit more interest when the other kids started puling out their wallets, reaching into his back pocket only to find disappointment and emptiness. After a while, Flynn started to connect the idea of "wallets" and "staying in a hotel", realizing without much joy that he probably wouldn't be sleeping on a "bed" today. "Huh. Do you have one of those?" he asked, looking between Suria and the ones procuring their wallets. "Oh well. Staying out sounds nice," Flynn said, piping up with his suggestion from the back of the group before turning back to Suria. "You wouldn't mind a little dirt, right? I'm sure these 'showers' of yours could take care of that just fine." @LokiofSP @IPreferTies @That Guy Over There @Embaga Elder @CelticSol @Daimao @The Imperial Flame @Tazmodo @King Crimson @MTchaos1134 @GingerBread
  9. Sam Location: Guarding a route to the Theater Hanging with: Glacier, Cadence “Nice,” Sam muttered under his breath as both Glacier and Cadence fired off their own retorts. Stepladders and the short joke were a Glacier gold standard, as always, and though it came out a bit frostily, Cadence seemed to take it in stride. However, as good as Glacier’s comments were, Cadence’s ribbing was surprisingly impressive as well. The little verbal spar stayed amiable, at least, and as the burns got better, Sam could feel the pressure to keep up. After all, it wasn’t everyday that you got to see a battle of wits like this, especially in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. “Oh yes, the classic ‘stale granola bar.’ One of my favorites,” Sam started, this time imitating some sort of food snob. “Only the best stale granola bars make the best fare, of course. Aged perfectly to a solid year, and seasoned with only the finest of roaches.” He made a small gagging face before smiling again. “I have to say though, I enjoy the cheap alcohol more than you, Glacier, but a bleach cocktail… aren’t those the same thing?” He started ticking off a list on his fingers. “Burns like hell going down, probably gonna kill you… oh, and it’s got the composition of a bitter turd... kinda like a frosty turd we know, right?” Sam’s mouth stayed curled in a smile, adding a bit of his banter to the mix. “Couldn’t you imagine this mug on the label of some cheap liquor?” he asked, directing the question to Cadence as he made a finger-frame around Glacier’s face. Cadence’s question instantly reminded Sam of the reason they’d gotten on the topic of alcohol, chuckling at the memory of “King Glaicer”. “Well, Cadence, for that we’d have to get good alcohol, or something that doesn’t kill you the moment it goes down, and I think he wrangled every drop of it out of this theater yesterday.” He glanced back at Glacier, gesturing to the frosty man again. “Look at that face. Give the bad stuff, and it’s like this but worse. Could you imagine that?” Roscoe Location: Route 5 Hanging with: McSkitty, Devyn, other Nightmares The miniature zombie massacre continued just a bit longer, as Roscoe continued to egg his two pink friends into make the undead re-dead. However, as much as he had enjoyed the wanton killing of the zombies, he was able to easily switch gears into something more serious, sobering up as he stared at the gate and the possibilities that could lie beyond it. And most importantly, we might be boutta die here. For him, it was a more serious thought among the insanity of McSkitty and Deyvn. There could be bloodshed, or they could take it without any harm… Roscoe’s thoughts flew between thoughts of death, the excitement of battle, his injuries, and most importantly, Silas, who he routinely looked back to check on. As tough as he was, or tried to be, Roscoe knew he wasn’t invincible, and his brother certainly wasn’t either. On one hand, he could walk out a victor, living it up with his brother and new allies in the streets he once slummed in, and on the other… I could kick tha bucket right ‘ere. He looked around at the scene around him, and immediately knew that he didn’t want to die here. Nah. I ain’t gonna die here, he thought, instantly regaining his confident attitude. Ain’t gonna be today. Once McSkitty let him down, Roscoe gladly took the invitation with a leap down, grinning through the pain as he made contact with the ground. “Thank ya kindly, big guy,” he grunted, scrambling to assume some badass pose in case the enemy had sight of them already. Even if he was about to be sniper, Roscoe wouldn’t take it lying down. “Hah! We got two beautiful, ready bastards now! We ain’t stoppin’ now!” He paused for a second, then turned to Devyn with a confused look across his face. “But, er, Pinkie, who’s them six friends you got?” He asked, not quite grasping the meaning of the quote. “Can big guy here run real fast or somethin’?” @SirBlazeALot @RubyRose @Maki @SpookySableye @theglassangel @Danoram @Corgi @NyxNightmare (Tyler and Dahlia are off looking for Mikey right now, I might bring them back if there's action between the Nightmares and the BSG)
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    Erin "Worse, huh?" Erin could only stare at the unfolding scene as Hassan and Myra bore down on each other, slightly afraid, but much more excited. "Well, with this group, worse sounds exciting. Like really exciting." Probably not a stance she'd usually take, but it sounded interesting. Sure, she had a couple - well, many - fights with Flynn in the month they remembered, but this was like being the new kids and learning about all the little fights everyone had. Once Myra huffed and backed off of the interaction Erin lost interest, turning back to Alyson. Earlier, she'd unknowingly asked Alyson if she'd been on any adventures, but if the shyer girl's response was worth noting - either she didn't have any good memories, or the memories she had were too painful to recount. Either way, Erin knew when to lay off, giving her an unworried nod, "Ah, that's alright. Maybe we can make some good memories here, right?" As soon as those words left her mouth, the small group of Vaku, Alyson and her took a break, ready to listen to what Castiel had planned as the town became visible in the background. Erin liked it immediately - though it was old, it was something, at least, and it was pretty similar to the places Flynn would find while they hitchhiked around the country. "Oh, this is great! Aren't you excited, Alyson?" She asked, looking at Vaku's rider as Castiel started laying out their option. "Hotel sounds nice, I'm kinda beat already," she suggested, waving uncaringly at the suggestion of the pub. "Maybe if we need to talk, we could come back here? We know where the forests are, no doubt about it after that walk." @Embaga Elder Flynn "Ghost-people-whatnow?" Flynn was lost as soon as Suria said "ghost", as he wasn't the most creative with his thoughts. The word "possessed" wasn't even in his vocabulary, so he had a hard time grasping the concept of a celestial weapon - in the same way he couldn't grasp the concept of taking a decent bath for once in his life. Otherwise, though, he was glad that he didn't get aids - maybe on another occasion, but definitely not from heroin the mana injections he might need to use. He was getting off-topic though, as Suria was continuing on with or without his train of thought. "Oh, nice. I love... 'beds'! I mean, they're a really cool idea, you know? I don't know what human being decided to put metals and soft materials on to ease his methods of resting, but if so, I applaud him." Flynn paused, hoping he was really fitting in with his new comrade. "I, too, enjoy taking a repose on beds, like normal humans do." Confident that he had, in fact, grasped a good idea of the "bed", Flynn unconciously took a sniff at his armpit. "Oh, and what's a shower?" @LokiofSP
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    Erin “Ah, my bad.” Once Erin noticed Alyson’s awkward wave and sheepish reactions, she lowered her voice and slowly put some distance between herself and Vaku. She’s a shy one, I guess. “So, you’ve got a cousin, huh? What’s he li-” Before she finished, Erin noticed a certain red-eyed boy facing down the strange girl with the umbrella, irate with how she’d offered up his wolf without asking. Oh. “Haha, nevermind. He’s the cousin, isn’t he?” She asked, gesturing to Hassan as she kept stride with Vaku. “Lots of fire in him. You all must be an interesting family.” At the word family, Erin almost instinctively looked at Flynn, who actually seemed to be getting along well with another boy despite the fact that he was waving around a mana injection like a kid with a foam sword. Better than me, at least, she thought, looking up at Alyson and wondering how she could keep up the conversation without scaring her away. Well I certainly won’t let that slacker work harder than me. “So, er, Alyson,” she started, trying to elicit an answer from the more reserved girl. “I’m bit new here, so I’d have to ask - what’s this group like? Like do you have any cool stories?” @Embaga Elder Flynn “Really? You know me, or-” Flynn decided to stop once he figured out that Suria probably didn’t care, sticking his hands in his pockets in an unconscious imitation of Suria as he kept talking. Surprisingly, he got a straight answer, dispelling his impression that everyone here was a faith-bound prophecy lover. He stared at the now-confirmed superdrug (or mana) injection, taking a hard swallow as he thought of injecting himself with it. How could you- He turned the injection over in his hand, bringing it closer to his hand before recoiling a bit. What do these guys do, if they have to inject themselves all the time? Is this even safe? “Well, um… thanks. Didn’t really need a heroin addiction or anything, so I guess that’s nice and all.” Once Suria mentioned that this happened all the time, Flynn took another look around the group - and it seemed that he was right. Rather than panic about being thrown into the middle of some forest, the rest of the group was just focused on getting, like this was part of some sloppily-practiced routine that they’d been through a couple of times. Oh yea. These guys are definitely weird. He tried to exchange a glance with Erin, but his sister was busy befriending the giant-winged wolf girl. Whatever. At least she’s not bugging me anymore. “Well, the drug lesson was appreciated. I can rest easy knowing that I can… inject myself with this stuff,” he said, cringing as he thought of Suria’s “Junkie” description. “To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure I even want to use one of these. Like the needles and the powers and all that shit… is there any other way I can defend myself without starting some sort of addiction or risking contracting HIV? Besides having … that thing,” he pointed to Vaku, “Are we really just kids with drugs trying to kill a monarch?” @LokiofSP
  12. Ah. That reminds me, Blaze. This Friday, I'll be out at a pre-meet pasta party with my friends, so I don't think I can come in clutch like last time. Probably just pass over interactions with me if you have any.
  13. casual

    Erin & Flynn Erin's second trip via degenerate felt surprisingly better than her first. While the feeling of plummeting into the abyss of a creature's mouth definitely wasn't comfortable, after the initial shock, the butterflies in her stomach turned into exhilaration, as if she was going down a rollercoaster. Of course, the ground had to interrupt the darkness and falling sometime or another, but Erin only let out a small grunt when she made contact. Yea. That wasn't so bad now, was it? She quickly gained her bearings and stood up, scanning her surroundings for her brother. Flynn did not take the fall as gracefully. One moment, some random girl was telling him that he smelled before shoving him into a room full of people, not only sending him into a state of panic, by also delivering him straight into the maw of a degenerate - making his adrenaline shoot spike again. The nauseating combination of darkness and falling only ended as he was unceremoniously spat onto the forest floor, quickly grabbing onto a tree before he lost his lunch. Erin soon spotted him, and as the two silently watched the crowd group up behind Castiel and head to the nearest town, they followed, with Erin wondering if this was their first mission and Flynn simply wondering how the hell he could get out of it. As they moved along, something strange among the already strange group of kids caught Erin's attention. A small dog, previously resting on some kid's shoulder, suddenly leapt off and morphed into a 5-foot-tall wolf with wings. Erin's jaw dropped, and her gaze flirted between the wolf itself and a figure who nonchalantly decided to ride him. "Flynn, it's a wolf," she whispered, elbowing Flynn in the side without taking her eyes off the wolf. Her brother only glared at her, before taking a glance at the wolf too. "Okay, cool." He quickly followed up his blunt comment by pressing forward, pulling ahead of Erin. Sure, it seemed cool, but Flynn didn't want to be as easily impressed or as willing to meet new people as his sister was - and besides, he had to figure out why the hell someone was using freaky shadowy beings with gigantic mouths to transport them. With Erin soon left behind, she merely crossed her arms and glared back at him. "Alright, well I'm seeing the wolf. Don't panic without me around," she muttered, heading over to Alyson and Vaku. "Hey there!" Erin's voice ran out from behind Vaku, though she could barely see over the wolf as he was almost her height. "Can I just say that your wolf is so cool? Like he's got wings! But he's also a wolf! And... and..." Erin paused, wondering why she was so amazed by the Vaku in the first place. "Oh yea, and he's gigantic." As she continued talking, Erin crept around Vaku to try and catch a glimpse of his rider. Alyson looked nice enough, and though she was quiet, Erin already felt more comfortable around the white-haired girl since she wasn't immediately scowling or telling her to go away. After a quick wave, Erin gave Alyson an embarrassed smile, hoping that her previous blank didn't make the situation too awkward. "Hah, sorry about that. Anyways, I'm Erin. What's your name?" Flynn, meanwhile, had just discovered the injection in his pocket. As his sister made friends, Flynn slunk back to the rear of the group, pulling out the injection with caution as to not poke himself with the needle. It was certainly strange. One girl - the one with cake - said that she could use her injection to, well, fly. That certainly intrigued him. Powers… well, that’s certainly interesting. Some dim memory flickered within Flynn’s mind, a memory including quite a bit of blood - but as soon as it came, it passed. Darn. He shook the injection a bit, watching the fluid inside it swirl around. I know Erin has powers, so she can use this… and I’m pretty sure I have a power too, but I just... I just can’t remember it. As the contents of the syringe settled, Flynn stared into them with an intensity he usually reserved for people. Maybe this will help. I should ask first, though. Waking up from his stupor and looking around for the first time in a while, Flynn realized he was falling behind, and quickly jogged back up to one of the boys, Suria, and tapped his shoulder. " 'Scuse me. What are we supposed to do with these syringes? I mean, what exactly do they do?" He paused, before throwing in one more question. "Also, what are we doing here? Is this some routine you guys do?" @Embaga Elder @LokiofSP @GingerBread @Tazmodo @CelticSol @Daimao @That Guy Over There @IPreferTies @King Crimson @The Imperial Flame
  14. I’ll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda.

    1. The Pathfinder

      The Pathfinder

      Big Smoke *Insert Casey Neistat okay hand emoji*

    2. Rock And Roll Boy

      Rock And Roll Boy

      Say what, Smoke? 

    3. metalcity


      Might I ask that you repeat the words you have spoken that were directed at me in our current time frame? I am currently speaking in a manner of aggression, but that tonality cannot be properly conveyed over the Internet, but rather only in situations in which we would be communicating vocally, and with facial contact. That being said, I believe my over-arching point can still be reached through the words I will speak to you in this instant message. I would care to remind you, and you would do well to remember that I graduated as the number one student compared to other students attending my naval academy in the school period which I attended as well. My skills were so adept that I was selected to join a special and exclusive group of Naval soldiers, known commonly as the Navy Seals. 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Therefore, I would advise you to make yourself ready for what is known figuratively and metaphorically as an oncoming storm. The aforementioned metaphorical storm will be used in order to render you no longer able to continue your life, as it exists currently. To reiterate, this is a threat against your life, and I have provided evidence to support my ability to remove your living ability from yourself. To further support my evidence, I would like to inform you that I have the ability (if I may use subtle hyperbole for effect) to make myself exist at any time, anywhere, and, while in that position, I can select from a number larger than seven hundred different ways to end your existence as it currently is. Those seven hundred ways cover only methods that would require me to use nothing more than my hands, in terms of equipment. Pertinently, I might care to reinforce the fact that I am extensively trained in combat methods that require no more equipment than what is regularly upon my person. In addition, I also an unhindered and full access to the weapons arsenal of the Marine Corps under the United States of America. With said arsenal, I will be able transport you away from this continent. Had you been able to see with foresight the fact that I would react aggressively and to this extent at your original statement, perhaps you would have refrained from making the aforementioned statement. However, without the ability to fully comprehend the consequences place upon you for your actions, you decided, through your volition, that you would bestow upon my offensive words that were intended to be derogatory when directed upon me. Therefore, you will now have to continue on with the consequences of the actions you have made. The consequences I refer to include ending your existence. Therefore, it is within my pride and honesty to declare that you will soon find yourself deceased.

  15. I finished! I don't think I can believe myself from now on, haha.