Blood and Glory - Additional IC

[Morridan]

Redd Shotokhan


Training Day & Auditorium


Redd's Apartment


The evening was spent in pure horror. Metal rods were being bent around a man's body. The bars that bent in half were then used again... and again... and again as well. The man being struck was standing with his arms and legs presented in a flat-footed and outstretched pose. The man using the metal bars was a man without legs, four arms, and was sitting atop a gyro-scoping 'segue' seat built for those who suffered accidents resulting in the loss of their legs. He was surrounded by ten other robots. Seven of which were aiding in the beating of the crimson skinned man and three of them were busy going to-and-from the bin that held all of the metal bars.


The four-armed man, Borris as he was called, was screaming like a mad-man and drinking Oni-Blood Sake. The screams that left his mouth made little to no sense other than a profanity here and there; That, and the words "I AM A SUPER SAY-ENN!!" To which caused Redd Shotokhan to groan, wiping the sweat and blood off of his face and whip his hand off to the side, splattering blood across the floor. His hand went to one of the 'meat-shakes' that he had prepared and guzzled down the bloody concoction. The red man's gut was swollen with all of the blood and liquified meat he had gorged himself on. His only focus was to heal.


The red man's blood was so highly packed in his veins that even his deep crimson, blood-covered, skin was starting to acquire noticeable changes. A road-map of veins bulged across his entire form. His normally vein-covered biceps were now joined by a collective 'scribble' of arteries. This theme ran throughout his entire body, causing him to start to grunt from the sheer strain the intensified blood pressure within his body produced. During the time where borris grew tired (or thirsty rather), he would be offered a meat-shake. And during any time he took off to rest, Redd was busy at work punching a thick metal plate with his bare knuckles. The skin along them had long since burst and he was merely slamming what remained of his de-skinned fist against the metal plate. His bones audibly creaked with each punch.


Auditorium


A large man walked through one of the entrances, looking over the seating area that was offered to those that came to be briefed. The white Gi was tightly wrapped around his chiseled form. His face was fierce, eyes piercing, and mouth curved into a constant frown. He watched as a young man slowly found his way over to one of the seats. He followed suit and after the young male had sat down, he too took his place beside him. The chair complained under him upon his weight being fully placed upon it. A creak and visible shift in its height occurred. The chairs were meant to sustain anywhere from 0-400 lbs. Apparently Redd had gained a bit of weight since before training. His eyes were bloodshot and his nostrals were flaring as he first took his seat.


"Konichiwa, Heinrich. Ogenki desu-ka?" He asked as his frown slowly went to a neutral state. It was about the most 'smile'-like expression he could muster at the moment for some reason. "Where are your team-mates? And your walking... It is like an elder who has lost sight. If you wish to explain... If not, I can accept that."


@Shura @Der Kojote @Mad Prince of Sanity @Tree @The Kaosophile @Whoever-else-is-in-the-auditorium...

 

[Kagura]

Grocery Store to Atech Labs

Dr. Lucille Chromatia


It was only when she got to the clerk at the front that Lucille remembered why she hated shopping so much - seeing the array of items on the conveyor. Originally, she had made an early morning stop at a store to grab a few miscellaneous items - bandages, safety pins, rubbing alcohol... Except the list became lengthier as she found various make-shift shelf items. They always called her resourceful in medical school, but looking over what she was going to buy made her feel rather silly in retrospect.


As the clerk started scanning, Lucy grabbed anything she was having second thoughts about; the multitude of sponge options, the elastic bands, the tack... The woman set them aside with both confidence and slight bemusement on her part. When he left hand got to the carton of eggs she quirked a brow, remembering only when she picked them up that she actually needed those.


The incessant beep of her phone made her hand them to the clerk to put off to the slide - it was her warning tone for the meeting this morning. It didn't matter all too much if she was in the auditorium (she had been briefed already) but Krieger was expecting her this morning. Lucy would have to pick up a carton of eggs some other time...


The items she purchased fit nicely into two bags, which she carefully separated and stored in the duffle she was already carrying, careful to keep track of the noise her phone made. Due to her scatterbrained nature she had made it go off every ten minutes until the meeting...or did she? No, there it was. With another reminder she paid the clerk in cash, trouncing out the door while keeping her bag stable. It was lucky she was already in field clothes - a simple pair of grey scrubs under the Atech insignia jacket. Tagged to it was her photo ID and key card, colored to her clearance level and pronouncing her as a doctor of the company.


Avoiding the auditorium for the time being, Dr. Chromatia made a bee-line for the private room she had booked off to meet Krieger in. There would be enough time on the mission to acquaint herself with the champions, but the scientist and his research interested her far more.


@Mad Prince of Sanity #Soon. @DamagedGlasses #didthisforyou

 

[Shura]

Settling down There was a soft chime which echoed around the large room loud enough for everyone to head but not startle anyone. A man with graying hair walked out on to the podium He had on a white coat but underneath were clothing more fitting for exploring rough terrain. His slate blue eyes gazed over the auditorium waiting for the occupants to take a seat or at least simmer down. @HoneyBear-Kat @DamagedGlasses @Prizzy Kriyze @Tree @Morridan @Phantom King @Mad Prince of Sanity @Der Kojote @Darksoul90 @Anyone else in the auditorium

Iris


Iris's ears twitched at the sound which echoed over the auditorium. She looked over and saw an older man who had taken the stage and took it as their cue to sit for the briefing. She shifted her gaze to the others around her "Looks like it's starting." She muttered grabbing a pastry or two before moving to sit near Roy. She was excited to start the mission and a bit worried. It was the first time a group had even ventured that far away from Arcadia. Sure there were the occasional caravans which traveled between the cities but those were usually private. A side from the hunts Iris had never left the area around Arcadia. Furthest she ever got was when she got lost and even then all she remembered was more forest.


Along the way to find a seat she glanced over and caught sight of Heinrich near the back and wondered when he had gotten there. Probably while she was distracted by... well everything. The blonde had moved into the room with out a word of greeting and was sitting quite far away. He didn't exactly look like he was in a good mood. Granted it could be due to his fathers enthusiasm about such the trip. Then again... there was also the chance everything that had happened the two days before had caught up with him. Was probably wondering what the heck he had gotten involved with by joining their team. He hadn't left angry but time allowed time to think and process.


Iris couldn't really blame the boy if questioning his decision. Roy had been letting his emotions take over and the introduction of alcohol never helped. Then there was the small skirmish the two had before his leaving. She knew she could be a little overbearing when drinking as well. Heinrich, while being nice and showing he cared to some extent was also shy and seemed not to like physical contact. Redd sat near the boy a towering mass of crimson muscle as he sat beside him. He didn't look in much of a better mood. Then again there was a mess left behind from the drunken escapades. Iris shifted her attention forward as she sat beside Roy and tried not to let her paranoid thought get to her as she waited for the briefing to start.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

ORION


Mathias "Matt" Blackwell


Auditorium


Despite being completely unable to fall asleep earlier, Matt almost feel asleep waiting for the auditorium to be filled with people, and had to rub his eyes when they started swarming into the room. His eyes gave off the distinctive green glare that was almost trademarked by Mathias as he randomly assessed champions wandering in through the door. The first person he noticed was a man slightly taller than himself with an average build. A fledgling, as Mathias liked to call the new young champions, despite himself barely being much older. With a flick of his thumb he looked over a list of newer champions on the new phone he'd bought. This fellow closely resembled a champion referred to as 'Grit'. If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then I'd imagine it's a duck. Mathias quietly thought to himself, and raised his eyes to look back at more of the champions.


Had he perhaps done that a moment sooner he'd have spotted his old 'friend', Jekyll. Of course, had he spotted Jekyll he most likely would've left permanent scars on the man, and caused a ruckus. It was most likely more convenient for everyone that he didn't. Instead, the next person he spotted walking through those doors was a man physically shaped just like the last one. The phone indicated that it was a champion referred to as 'Frenzy'. Matt raised an eyebrow. What's so 'Frenzy' about him? The boy moved like he had ADHD, but didn't see any violent tendencies yet. Briefly looking over the public information regarding him, Mathias gave out a chuckle when he saw his power. Super strength? Imagine how many situations that would be convenient in. The boy would probably make one hell of a mechanic.


Next person in was a familiar one. Kat, the girl he'd had the pleasure of sharing a cab with the day prior. Out of curiosity he pulled up her personal details and gave them a quick look over. He'd have to admit that 'Ghost' was a very fitting stage name of someone with those kinds of powers, as opposed to Orion. When Mathias had been asked what he wanted his stage name to be instead of simply letting the fans pick their own, he'd panicked a blurted out the last thing he saw, which had happened to be Orion's belt on the night sky. She was new though. Newer than he'd even suspected, actually. It would explain her fan girl-like behavior. Excited rookies wasn't an unusual sight around Eximius.


At this point a lot of champions were entering at the same time, so instead of trying to hit every champion up on his phone, Mathias picked the ones that turned the most heads. Two champions, both much younger than himself, entered the room and earned looks from all over the room. Curiously tapping at the screen of the new cellphone revealed their connection and their popularity. Apparently the two were part of a team called 'Stealth Strike', and fairly famous for being new champions. He glanced up from the screen of his phone and momentarily met eyes with the female who was inspecting the champions around the room. Her profile detailed a power referred to as 'Feline Physiology'. Well, that's curious. What about the male? He thought, and opened up Roy's profile. Aura manipulation? That's new. Undoubtedly, they'd be important in the upcoming mission. Perhaps he'd get to know them more closely.


Matt almost choked on his tongue when he spotted the next champion. One he actually recognized, and not recognizing champions was turning into a painful habit causing the realization of the deadliness of the sport he was practicing. 'Panther', or Charles Fisher, the man with a burning passion for punching things, quite literally. Or well, the jokes went somewhere along that line. Evaluating how interesting the new champions were for a moment, Mathias decided not to get up and approach the old friend. After all, if he knew who the champions who were accompanying him on this journey were, he'd probably do a better job of assisting them and deciding which ones are better to stick around. Being alive over having fun, right? He peeked behind Charles, and a small smirk formed on his face.


Phoenix. Xerxes was his own age, and they went way back. Even before the Academy, they'd met during one of the many extra curricular activities Mathias was a part of. He was one of his only friends, and his main moral support in opposing Agnus and joining the champion Academy. They had even joined and graduated at the same times, both with incredibly high scores due to their rivalry and constant strife to beat the other in whatever they did. If it hadn't been for Matt's unusually high consumption of line due to a serious attraction to blowing things up, they would both still have been here, maybe even as a team.


Without hesitation Matt shot out of his seat and hopped over 5 rows of chairs and champions in a single leap to get closer to the table of refreshments he had headed for. The black boots produced a low thud against the floor when Mathias landed, and he stood up straight and walked straight for his old acquaintance. He stopped just behind him with a small smirk on his face, then placed a hand on his shoulder. "Look who we have here. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. This debriefing is only for champions, so you find your mommy and leave, m'kay?"


@HoneyBear-Kat @Shura @Tree @Darksoul90

 

[Rifleman]

Kyle Chandlers





Kyle felt the hum of his thoughts reach through his head as he heard Iris introduce herself, he looked into her emerald green eyes with a slight grin on his face. "Chandlers.... Kyle Chandlers.... Professional card player at your service..." He chuckled for a second while letting his ego grow ever so bigger. Feeling his hand extend slowly to Iris with another gasp of breath before saying. "...and the pleasure is mine, Iris. " Letting out a slight smile towards her before slowly feeling the pressure of the bird dig its claws deeper as if he knew Kyle's ego was about to burst. Kyle slowly glanced around at the group for a second without hesitation before stating the obvious.


" So, the entertainment, I expect it to be quite dangerous compared to bar fights. " Letting out a burst of laughter shortly after, glancing around as the memory of the bar fight made the night quite worthy. Slowly feeling the eerie feeling brace against the back of his neck before stating. " So, judging by those who are shitting their pants and those who are not, I feel that we got quite a full roster. " He made his observations about the group of scientists and other "important" civilians that needed our protection. Civilians..... Their scared cause a few lifeless robots got tore to pieces.... He slowly pondered the threat of what he would be expecting up there, not even a possible thought, the threat could be that greater than the arena creatures. Still they were icons, icons in the face of a threat must respond, even if it puts their life at risk, because of the chaos it could cause. The morale wasn't already that high except for certain champions, and these guys needed to be icons.


The moment has come, the briefing at last as he heard a chime to gain everyone's attention then a voice before watching everyone slowly make their way towards the seats, he took a deep breath, slowly, it was almost time.... The thought of action closing in rumbled through his mind as he could taste it in his mouth, he didn't even know what action tasted like, but it tasted good. Taking a slow glimpse at Glory, he slowly began to pet the synthetic feathers that lay on Glory's chin as the bird shook its head again looking at Kyle. He was hoping he didn't have to use Nectar, he hated the stuff personally, but it was necessary for survival for many matches. He felt his rage about to explode as his mind rejected the stuff but his body accepted it, it created a euphoric effect in his brain that made violence a prime objective, a joy, only to be diminished shortly after the Nectar wears off along with a weakened and fragile physical and mental state.

 

[Phantom King]

Xerxes Turan

Auditorium
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Xerxes had been stuffing his face with gummy bears, they were something he loved so much especially pineapple and cherry gummy bears. He'd go through hell for a bag of those, his love for them was even comparable for his love of beef jerky. He started to gaze down the table at assortments somehow wishing a form of beef jerky would just be laying somewhere nearby but that wasn't always (at all) on typical catering set-ups. He'd just have to go and get some before they went underway..well he went and already got some but he consumed it all along with a gallon of water before he got here. Perhaps one of the Atechies would run off and get him the jerky if he so asked, he'd be so pleased if they did. That was when a low thud was heard followed by a few steps that grew louder, perhaps it was just someone as eager for candies as Xerxes was for gummy bears. This was his thoughts until he felt a familiar and particularly warm grip on his shoulder and the voice of a memory.


Xerxes would turn into the grip with a large fox-like smirk on his face, to Mathias' equally cheesy grin. "Guess who's back?"


Xerxes gazed around for a few good moments before peering back at him."Oh, you're real! I thought I was just coming down with schitz.." He'd wink at the pun referring to how Mathias had to be put away. "It looks like good old Uncle Angus let you out of his Blackwell, you white-haired fairy."


He said this while punching him in the shoulder. Mathias would have that same old grin on his face before hitting him in the chest in turn only a bit harder. Then right before Mathias made a witty comeback a chime rang out through the auditorium and the men simply exchanged looks as they turned a bit more serious and made their way to some open seats in the center of the third row from the back. Xerxes gazed around and spotted the other champions and saw some behind him the most noted was the large red man in the back row, Xerxes went to speak to Mathias again but the old man on the stage appeared ready to speak finally.


@Prizzy Kriyze


@OldManJenkinsGettingReadyToSing

 

[Shura]

Ruin Mission Briefing A-Tech Auditorium ​

“Alright well… Welcome and thank for being here. Your assistance in this excursion is much appreciated. I am Professor Ruez and will be leading the project. As such I saw it fitting to brief you myself. As you may or may not have heard the remains of the city are a weeks trek away on land, surrounded by thick forest and plant life. It doesn't appear to have been touched by outside sources, possibly centuries. We will be reaching the ruins by air which should only take two hours,” He clicked a button which brought up an image of a ruined city.

“The name of this city has is long forgotten but it is a fairly large city. Overhead images show that there are a lot of creatures lurking round the ruins. Some we have yet to encounter along our borders.” he continued. “As much as we would love to explore the city in its entirety it is very large and far too dangerous. As it is now we have narrowed down our search down to one area of a 5 block radius.To start at least. There is a research lab connected with a military style base which hold promise of lost weaponry and technology. We don’t know how many levels there are above the two shown. It’s also anyone’s guess as to how populated this area is with monsters.” He proceeded to explain the situation, sounding a lot more risky than what was initially disclosed. “We won't be completely subservient to the will of the elements though. We have recently acquired some tech produced in Techavia.” He clicked a button causing a few pictures to appear on the screen.

“First is a Field Generator which will create a forcefield so long as its powered. Second is a sound generator which admits a low frequency which deters most creatures from approaching. This will cause most of them to scatter and flee the area. I say most because there are still some creatures who aren’t affected. Both will hopefully limit the over abundance of creatures to deal with while on this mission.”


“Overall the trip should last three days. Less if we get lucky and find what we are looking for. Everything for base survival is already provided. There will be a medical staff attending the trip to provide emergency care as well as supply line should your own supplies start to run low. In short, all you have to do as Champions is what you do during hunts. If all goes well then we shouldn’t have too many problems. We will have constant contact back here to the labs in case any additional supplies is needed.”




There was a brief round of questions and answers before everyone who was in the auditorium was rounded up and moved to the tarmac where four ships were packed up and ready to take off. The large ships were more than enough to move everyone comfortably with a hand full of gunner who sat along the outside just in case any aerial creatures decided to be curious. Once everyone was settled the ships took off and left the security of Arcadia heading towards the ruins.

@HoneyBear-Kat @Mad Prince of Sanity @Rifleman @Kagura @Der Kojote @Darksoul90 @DescriptedEnd @Demensia @King Of Imagination

[Note: There will be one or two rounds of free posting before the actual landing.]

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[DescriptedEnd]

Aketu Taneti // "Death"

Auditorium / 'Flying Whatchamacallit'

Aketu, upon entering the auditorium, had immediately stuck to the back of the large room. Instead of seating himself in one of the smooth dark grey chairs, he stood back towards the large window, leaning up against it in almost a shy manner. He was uncomfortable around such large groups, but he was interested in going on the mission. He was doing quite well for himself around the drawling noise in the room, the thrown voices echoing off the walls in a most annoying manner. His nails tapped irritably against his arm, eager for the procession to start. He wasn't sure who of the other Horsemen would be attending, but a this point, he didn't care all that much. He came here alone with a small notice to the others, not really planning for anybody to tag along. He wasn't going to complain if they did, though - he actually kinda expected them to show up.


A soft chime reverberated throughout the room and danced upon Aketu's eardrums, providing a brief moment of calm to the male before he was wrenched back to the present. He was confused for a little bit, that is, until his eyes were drawn to the stage. An older man - or, perhaps, just somebody who enjoyed the 'golden ages of life' look, the male joked to himself - had presented himself upon the main stage. His appearance was slightly unfitting of the occasion - instead of some sort of fancy getup, like a suit, he was instead clad in what almost looked like hiking clothes. A tad odd, Aketu, thought to himself, but then again, who knows what was going to happen next? Maybe they were going to release dinosaurs out of some hidden door and he didn't want to ruin his fancy articles. Eh, that was unlikely.


The icy-stared male was already silent enough as it was, now settled upon the edge that lined the window. It was almost as if it was designed to be a secondary seating area itself, but he highly doubted that. It was comfortable nonetheless. Since he was distracted, the speaker's voice made him jump slightly and his gaze whipped from outside the smooth glass to back at the stage. Nervousness began to stem into his emotions as he drawled out about the mission. Just how fuckin' dangerous was this? It didn't seem like it was supposed to be this bad. Now he was really hoping at least one of the other Horsemen would show up - him on his own was most likely going to be a bad idea, unless he could pair up with somebody else. He had a faint hope that, hey, maybe they wouldn't run into any monsters. It was a foolish thought but it kept the male calm enough to continue listening.


Relief was the next emotion on the checklist of things that Aketu was to experience during his short time of being here as the man produced more images upon the screen, this time displaying new technology that was to be utilized during the mission. It would most certainly make things safer, but he was still apprehensive. Anything that couldn't be deterred by the noise making machine was bound to be big and strong - but once the line coursed through his veins, the male wouldn't really have any worries. His hand trailed down to his shin where a small pack was at. It contained line and his general medical supplies, being the type of guy he was, and a small phone-based device in case anything went wrong with his recently purchased pet. Speaking of that, he'd recently talked with his designer about making him a set of false wings - simply anesthetic, nothing functional, but crowd pleasing nonetheless.


Aketu didn't ask any questions himself, but diligently made mental notes of the questions that were asked and what their responses were. Better to know more than enough than nothing, he liked to go by, and since the answers were so simple to attain it was better to pay attention than not. He made no protests upon being ushered onto the aircraft - however, he strayed a thought into the fact that he didn't think he'd ever actually been on any form of 'floating whatchamacallits'. As soon as he felt the thing rising into the air, despite the fact that he was seated comfortably and he had plenty of space, he became extremely uneasy. He tightened his grip upon the armrests of his seat, eyes closed tightly, hoping to be able to endure the flight without crumpling to the ground and becoming a huddled ball of what was supposed to be death.


{{Such post, very wow, open for the interactionals.}}

 

[Fluffy-Kat]

Katherine "Kat" Ariat


Auditorium


Waiting didnt take long. Before she knew it, everyone had settled in. And just as a voice echoed through out the room, with the help of a microphone and amplifiers, her trainer, Dr.Green, and made her way to Kat,"Sorry bout that kid." She shuffled through the row of seats and sat next to Katherine. In her hand was the champion's back pack she had stripped her of earlier. Kascey Greene leaned over a whispered,"I just wanted to check and see if you had everything, i also...added some stuff."


"Stuff?" Kat whispered back, her head cocked back with a raised eyebrow,"What stuff?" her eyes narrowed and her suspicions grew.


"Shh!" Kacsey said and pointed to the stage of the auditorium,"Pay attention."


They begun the briefing. The mission objective, the duration, and transportation were all mentioned with the speech. When it seemed they just about covered it all, there was sometime for the attendees to ask any sort of questions they may have. Some where very good questions, things the little champion didnt think of, while others were...well...time wasters. Never the less, questions are questions. The briefing made the mission a little more dangerous than it first appeared to be. They were going to a place that has been untouched by human hands for centuries. Thats a lot of time for creatures to populate and breed. And being in such a remote area didnt guarantee help was going to come quickly, if anything were to go wrong...lets hope it doesnt. Risky, just the way Katherine liked it.


No time was wasted. Champions, researchers, analysts, and other people of the mission were quickly escorted onto the airships. Before Kat got in her and Kascey exchanged a few words, and Dr.Greene handed the pack and stepped back. Watching the Champion she created disappear into the metal ship.


In the ship, people were settling down and strapping themselves in. They seemed eager, but seemed a little reluctant. Katherine spotted an empty seat beside a man with a pair of distinct eyes. They were a cold, icy blue, that stood out against the fairness of his skin and the darkness of his messy hair. As far as she could see (which wasnt far because of her height, looking to see if there were available seats behind people was a difficult task) that spot was the only available one. So she took it. "Hi~!" her high-spirited voice chimed. She sat herself down next to him. She glanced him for a response but she noticed something else. He seemed very.....tense. His hands were gripped to the arm rests and his eyes were tightly shut.If they were going to sit next to eachother she thought she'd break the ice, "First time flying? Dont worry its get better once we're actually in the air," she slipped of the pack on her back and slid it under her seat. She sat back up, her hands searching for the seat belt,"The scariest part is taking off. After that its pretty smooth. Unless theres turbulence. Then its all bumpy, and you have to strap your seat belt for saftey, its a little rattling (literally)." She paused,"Ooh! Or when the airship takes a sharp turn and it makes your stomach twist and feel like its sinking, like its about to fall outta your---" she chuckled as she spoke, but it was appearent she wasnt helping. He was still in the same, stiff position. She knew who he was, she knew him as the champion Death and knew he was pretty pale to begin with. But this time, his paleness seemed like the type you get when youre so scared you want to puke. "Ahem, well...I remember my first time," she giggled in retrospect of her experience and tried to lighten the mood with a little laughter. Her seat belt clicked and she sat back, swinging her legs. "Dont worry, itll be fine, its only two hours." She shrugged like no big deal.


@DescriptedEnd

 

[DescriptedEnd]

Aketu Taneti // "Death"

'Flying Whatchamacallit'

Aketu only let out a grunt at the overly-cheerful grunt that was, most likely, directed at him. His stomach was churning and he felt dizzy - he realized now that flying was not his forte. He wondered if the medical staff had anything for air-sickness; presumably they would, not everybody could handle flights, could they? He listened quietly to the girl beside him - who he had not yet opened his eyes to look at - drone on about flying and such. Her description of it made his stomach just about plummet through the bottom of the aircraft's metal bottom, panic snaking into his brain. He tensed up further and crossed his left leg over his right, pressing himself further into the seat. However, her brief assurance that it would be okay was, indeed, slightly calming. Instead of just giving her no response at all, he stiffly nodded his head and attempted to loosen up slightly. Barely opening a single eye, he looked around for medical staff in hopes they could do at least something for his current condition. He would accept going as far as being knocked out with a frying pan at this point.


Instead of requesting the assistance of the medical personnel, however, he decided that maybe it would calm him down to have a monotonous conversation with the girl next to him. Might as well not be an ass, seeing as she had been so openly friendly with him and seemed to be at least somewhat interested in interaction. He steeled himself, opened both eyes, and turned his head to look at her, pulling his lips into as much as a faint smile as he could currently allow them. He recognized her, that was for sure, but he couldn't quite put a name to her face. Damn, he was bad with names.


"I'm sorry," he began, pausing for a moment to readjust himself in his seat since his torso position had shifted to face her slightly. "I don't believe I remember your name." He was unsure if this would offend her, tone slightly hesitant but still flat and boring, just as he was known for. Quiet, steely Aketu - except this time, he was conversing with someone for the sake of his own mental health. He took in a shaky breath, awaiting her reply, now letting both of his feet rest flatly on the floor.


@HoneyBear\-Kat

 

[Brax]

Roy


Well, one thing was for certain. This champion was never really one to ask questions - especially with such clear cut information pushed to the forefront of his attention from the get go. Roy continued eating as the man spoke, informing everyone who would listen of what could be expected. Three days of time away from home would definitely prove to be interesting. Roy would not have the comfort of his home to fall back on. Most hunts did not vary in length, but three days had certainly not proven to be the longest hunt that Roy had ever been on. Despite this, the three day span still deviated from the usual day-long affair.


Moving from his seat toward the tarmac, Roy was sure to have all of his belongings beforehand. This was before he was loaded onto one of the four ships and shown his seat. The champion was sure to find a seat furthest from the aisle, with his headphones over his ears. Really, they had so many benefits; as though it weren't enough to actually enjoy listening to music, it also told people to go 'fuck off' because he obviously was shutting himself from the outside world - even if it was in such a small, insignificant way. He watched a couple of faces get onto the bus; some took seats before him, some passed him.


The attention on those entering the same aircraft as his own would shift to Iris when she sat down. Naturally so, his teammate was very much like a magnet for his hues. With her by his side, Roy felt pretty content. Three days away from home was much easier when she would just end up being around, anyway. Anton wanted to come, but Roy felt it best to deny man entry. It wasn't his position to come. Even if he worried about Roy and Iris as if they were his own kids, Roy still called the shots. Anton's safety came above anything else. He was an important puzzle piece, aside from the fact that the boy loved the man like he was his own father.


Roy was ready. Mentally and physically as sound as he could possibly be immediately prior to the start of any hunt. As the ship continued moving away from Arcadia, Roy readjusted himself within his seat. This was followed by a hand reaching to remove one of the cups belonging to his headphones from his ear before his head moved to rest on her shoulder. With half of his face nuzzled into the girl's neck, Roy closed his eyes and sat in silence for the moment.


@Shura

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Jekyll Wilson


Aircraft


Jekyll hummed as he settled his elbow on the seat's arm, grunting as he realized that that didn't feel comfortable either. Turning in his chair, Jekyll tried to get more situated, the material of the chair not really giving him all that much room to go to sleep. Laying down in a prone position, Jekyll let his head rest, and felt his stomach gurgle. He obviously needed some more food, that sandwich from before, while enticing and filling, was not enough to keep him from craving something else that he could stuff in his mouth. Feeling for the suitcase that he hadn't put below his seat yet, Jekyll bent down and unzipped the top, putting his hand in and quickly taking out a small half of a sandwich that hadn't been eaten. He had had grabbed it on his way out after the old man had gotten done with the briefing.


Speaking of which, Jekyll was actually kind of excited about all of this. The use of Nectar was limited during the trip, something he had honestly expected, which left Jekyll with his own physical capabilities without it. Sure, he couldn't do amazing feats of acrobatics, however, his skills were nothing to laugh at, and the amount of training he put in showed in his skill of making plans work. He also had his two special grenades with him, along with a foray of normal, less unique variations that he could utilise in a more direct and violent manner. Nothing said "survival" like a dozen explosive grenades going off in the face of a random monster or two. There was also the newest grenade that the department of technology had prototyped for him. He had been given a very detail rundown of how everything worked, the amount of explanation almost going to what Jekyll would consider extreme, but after he had learned the effects, he was well and grateful for the talk. His newest grenade was nothing to balk at.


Eating the last bit of his sandwich, Jekyll felt his sated belly rumble in delight. He patted it absently, looking out the window from his seat. While he usually only had an increased appetite when Line was in his system, the lack of it didn't stop the side effects from happening, their presence ingrained deep into the muscle of his body due to the many years of using it. It was probably why he had such a problem with not eating tons of brownies when he got the chance. Sure, they were unhealthy and had very little nutrients, but they were calories, and his usually hungry body was not picky. Settling in his seat, Jekyll's eyes widened when he found the perfect spot, the sides of the seat aligned perfectly and comfortably with his shoulderblades. He sighed and laid his head back, feeling content, and waited for the ship to take off.


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[King Of Imagination]

The Gunman

On the way to the ruin

Micah sat on the plane, methodically cleaning his guns. He kept taking them apart ever so carefully, cleaning each individual piece until it's spotless, and then re-assembling it. It was more of a calming mechanism, he was not fan of flying. There were far too many unknowns when flying, especially when it came to large planes. All kinds of creatures could spot a large plane and take it down. He doubted they would survive a crash caused by a monster.


He had joined this exposition for a few reasons. Firstly, he had yet to be on a hunt in some time, and he wanted to test out some of his new rounds. He had also heard that this was a tech mission, which had been confirmed as they had departed. He was looking forward to discovering new tech that he might perhaps be able to study before they claimed it from him. He also might hide a bit and bring it back to Techava for their betterment, depending on what he finds. There is also the potential that it might need to be destroyed, in case it might be too dangerous or unstable.


However, since he had heard that they had "acquired" a piece of tech from Techava, he was rather peeved. It was clear they had gotten it off of some sort of black market sale. He had actually invented the sound emitter with help from his research team. If he ever found out who had put it on the market, he would tear them a brand new asshole. However, he escaped his own thoughts as a bit of turbulence shook the plane, causing him to return to his gun cleaning.


(War is still at home with Pestilence)


((@Shura I posted, ya happy now?))

 

[Shura]

Iris


Airship


Iris listened to the old man as the mission was explained previous worries fading off as the scope of what laid ahead of them was revealed. 3 days in monster infested ruins? While exiting it also a little more than a little daunting to say the least. Anton staying in Arcadia added another level of strangeness to the ordeal. While there were some similar elements to a normal hunt a lot was different which made Iris uneasy. Still all of the Champions were supposed to be working together which would make things a heck of a lot easier. Separate they all had their specialties and strengths all deadly in their own right it would be interesting to see how things would pull together in order to survive the mission. The tech being used to drive away the monsters would prove to be invaluable in limiting the numbers they would have to take on. Hopefully the mission would be able to be completed without too much difficulty.


Once the round of questions and answers was over everyone was ushered to the air ships. Something else that made Iris nervous. Being bound to Arcadia most of her life she never had to go on an Airship of any kind. They were safe and normally traveled with out issue but being suspended in the air with no control of what happened just added to the uneasiness. The redhead followed Roy with out much of a second thought down the main aisle. There were several rows of seats each with three chairs per row on each side. They were fairly spaced out and looked to have the ability to be folded away in the event that there a different kind of cargo to be transported.


She twas tempted to try and beat her partner to the window seat but the thought of looking down would probably just add to her uneasiness. So she settled for the middle seat with the one closes to the Aisle left open. Roy resting his head on her shoulder nothing new and didn't think much of it her mind was to scattered else were.Take off was uneventful but by no means less nerve wracking. She ended up digger her claws into the armrests well after they stabilized. Not it was just a matter of making it the next two hours... sitting still... in an airborne box... fun. The redhead bounced her leg anxiously as some outlet for her restless energy as she tried to keep her mind off thoughts off crashing and other airborne monsters.

 

[Fluffy-Kat]

Katherine "Kat" Ariat


Airship


Katherine frowned. It seemed like her attempt to warn him of moments that could potentially make him more fearful than he already was made it worse. He crossed one leg over the other and was visibly more tense than before. Her eyes continued to stay fixated on him briefly,"I can shut up if you want," she said quietly with a humorous but nervous tone. But then suddenly......progress! He opened a single eye to look around. Katherine had the urge to giggle at his actions but knew it might come off as a little rude. She turned away from him seeing as how he seemed to have his mind on something already. If he didnt want to talk she wasnt going to push it.


Her finger tapped impatiently on the armrest that wasnt occupied by Aketu. The silence was a little.....unbearable. Katherine never liked silence. It made her incredibly anxious and caused her to...think. Of course everyone thinks, but for Kat, her thoughts often drift to places of her mind that are unwanted, or, forbidden to her. Thats why she continously keeps herself occupied, always busy, always doing something. Well...that...and her abundant amount of energy strays her from thinking. As a child, sitting still and being quiet wasnt exactly her thing. It was almost impossible.The Shadowcat shifted uncomfortably in her seat, getting that itch to hust do something. Her eyes moved down to her lap and her hands moved to her pockets, searching for something to do. "Im sorry," the voice was a surprise to Katherine's ears, and thankfully grabbed her interest before she went crazy with boredom,"Hm?" Her head turned to face him. He continued by mentioning how her name seemed to slip his mind, he seemed a little nervous by saying so, but it was nothing. She laughed softly, his efforts, she thought, were absolutely adorable,"Dont worry, it happens more than you think! Im Katherine," she stuck out a hand to greet him properly,"Or you can call me Kat, either way is fine." she shrugged and grinned.


@DescriptedEnd

 

[Kiwi]

Pestilence


Horsemen Apartments
​

"Well, they are gone now, that means more fun for me." Rebecca flipped the grilled panini over on the skillet and watched War sitting on the couch. She sure as hell did not want to go to that stupid mission. She wanted to save her energy for actual hunts, killing more monsters and bringing her rank up. Aketu decided to go, his departure a bit rushed, as if he was late for it. What was so important about a side quest? What would Pestilence gain from it? Absolutely nothing, that's what. She then again was itching to hurt someone.


"Hey, Marrick, where was that boxing arena you went to? I wanna go with you, and I don't care what you say, I'm going."


She placed her finished panini on her plate then took a large bite out of it. The chicken was well marinated, perfectly grilled with the bread. The tomato and cheese were softly mixed in the flavor, giving it a nice complement to the chicken. All she needed left was a cool drink and the panini would be perfect.


"I say we go out to the Motherland as well. It sure as hell is better than wasting energy on this stupid mission."





@King Of Imagination (Give War a bit of fun too.)

 

[Darksoul90]

Charles A. Fisher


Auditorium/Airship, getting freaked out by The Gunman's gun/Sitting next to a fucking cat.





As time passed, the large auditorium was getting filled up by more and more people. Some of the champions that entered, or that have been sitting there since before Charles even walked in had given the old man some stares. He didn't bother to really holler at them for it. He could not tell if these champions, especially the newer ones, had any idea as to what they were getting themselves into with joining this mission. A veteran indeed, Charles knew very well what to expect from these kinds of missions. Though, new monsters continue to rise from whatever pits of hell they keep crawling out of, so there's that.





The older man who had stood over the stage to wait for everyone to settle down earlier had finally begun briefing the champions of the mission. It was simple. Get in, scavenge for any tech that they could find and get it with said tech. While trying to stay alive, of course. The ruined city they were going to must be infested with monsters, too. Nothing a champion can't handle, though. Hopefully.


Charles didn't bother to continue sitting his ass around in the auditorium, and proceeded to hop onto one of the ships at the tarmac, and took the advantage of taking a nap as everyone got to their seats and awaited for the ship to take off. He didn't like having to travel by plane, even though it's the fastest way to do so. It just makes him feel very uncomfortable, especially when anything can go wrong. He hesitantly just shrugged it off as he lied his head back, and closed his eyes.


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Charles woke up to the sweet, fresh smell of a clean gun. Blinking a couple of times before gently rubbing the crust off of his eyes, Charles turned to his right and just stared at the guy, who sat at the aisle chair, Charles being at the window chair. Charles squinted as he examined the gun, and then the person cleaning said gun. It was the Gunman... surprisingly enough. Charles just shook his head and got up from his chair.





Hell no. If he ends up shooting the window right beside me, I'm FUCKED. I mean, who the hell brings a gun to a FREAKING SHIP?!


"Excuse me." Charles abruptly said as he struggled to pass by the Gunman's legs and into the aisle. He was half asleep and half bitter from yesterday, there was no way he was gonna deal with someone called the Gunman, in a SHIP. No way, no how.


Charles took the time to look around for extra, empty seats, and 'lo and behold, there was an aisle seat left open right beside a feline woman and some guy with headsets. The two are known as Iris and Royce, or Roy as he apparently likes to be called by others. Charles didn't give two hoots over nicknames, especially since he personally thought that the man's full name sounded better. The same goes with Max's full name, but Charles knows Max more than Roy. Royce's ability is aura manipulation, which is very interesting, to say the least. That's one champion he would like to see in action out in the field, considering he's new and all.


As for Iris, she's a god damn CAT. Well, sort of. Or... Who knows, really. Just the whole idea of her power being feline physiology is pretty neat. And deadly, considering that she could probably claw Charles' eyes out if he isn't too careful. The thought alone sent chills down his spine. As mentioned before though, the two were new, as far as Charles knows at least. He can't even remember a time where he was able to introduce himself to them.


Bashing peoples' faces in sure does take a toll of your social life...


Sighing, Charles moved over to the empty seat and sat down. After getting comfy in his seat, he looked to his left and saw how much Iris was moving her leg, as if she was nervous of flights as well. Or she could just be hinting to Charles to piss off. Royce did not seem as if he wanted to do much talking, too. Charles was a little hesitant towards the idea of being thrown out of the ship if he so much speaks to them...


God dang.


Smiling a bit, Charles leaned his head back onto the chair, and tilted his head towards Iris' direction. "Scared of flights, too?"


 
@Shura


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[Der Kojote]

Connor Friesland

Briefing room ---> Airship

​

The briefing had filled in Connor to what he mostly needed to know. The monsters would mostly be driven off, it was a three day smash and grab. Sure there might be a few monsters left, though if they were still able to resist the sonic emitter, then they probably would not be the small ones, no, it was going to be the large monsters, and they probably would be aggravated by the sonic generator. Or at least that's what Connor was thinking. His mind ran through options. He departed slower than the rest taking his time to head to the pad, there was still one thing left to do. It was a tradition of his. A ritual almost. He pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number.


"Hello Mom? Yes, dad is there too? Yes. Is pre-call. about to head on to airship. Yes. Yes. I know. Will be careful. At least as careful as can be. Don't worry Is fine. Yes. Will Come back in one piece. Is Ripper ok? Is doing fine? good. Is asleep on couch. Good. Not eating couch very good. Yeah I know. Yes, yes I know. Will do Well. Will bring back something good. Well, yes back in one piece is good. Mom, will be fine, don't worry. Please. Yeah. Love you too. Will Come back in one peace. Visit after I get back. Don't worry." He hung up the phone. Staring at it for a few seconds. He had to ask himself if he honestly was fine. Stress was mounting, however, there was only one way he knew how to deal with it, move on.


By the time he had Gotten to the airship, he noticed the fact that the group he'd had preferred to sit with now had an older champion on the end. Hmm maybe for better, would talk with Iris. Rapid speech, drive people crazy, cramped cabin, two hyperactive people? bad very bad. Would not be good. Two pinballs bouncing off walls. Need to keep calm. Think. Not talk. go through mental notes. Yes. Is good idea. He walked past the occupied isles and sat down in a row by himself, looking out through the window. His eyes half closed as thoughts raced, he just needed to tune for an hour or two, then he'd be on the ground again.

 

[Rifleman]

Kyle Chandlers





Kyle slowly shut his eyes as he felt his mind at rest, slowly picturing a nice sunny beach, with a nice beer, some women, maybe a few bags of money and a nice house. Felt like paradise to him. The perfect get away. He thought nothing of it, it was his retirement dream, or so he hoped, maybe a little bit excessive but it felt proper to him. The young man lay motionless as a hears a clicking noise, followed by various rustling noises. He scrunched his face and slowly opened his eyes slowly to Glory standing in-front of him staring at him in the eyes with a magazine from his bag. The magazine was pressed against his face embedded in the birds mouth as he felt Glory's talons move over onto his lap dropping the magazine on his chest. Kyle slowly motioned his hand to his face and rubbed his eyes with a bit of hesitation before reaching over to pick up the magazine, He picked it up to his eyes as the text was somewhat blurry still, but felt a moment of hesitation as his eyes widened the magazine was a porno magazine that he kept in his traveling bag..... He motioned his head as he sat up quickly with a slight feeling of embarrassment, quickly looking around the room reaching for his bag around Glory, shoving it back in there and closing the bag. Looking down at the bird, betting his neck, with a slight chuckle. " Glory.... You fucking pervert... " Saying, before placing him to the side. He leaned forward and took out his flask and stood up. He stretched his back and his arms before looking down at Glory, saying. "Stay. Boy." The bird quickly shook his head multiple times, as Kyle felt a slight grin come around. He began to motion around the airship to find the fellow champions.


As he felt his feet shutter through out the aircraft he glimpsed around at the faces that were going to embark on this adventure. Slowly wondering who was going to make it back or who was going to die. Someone was probably going to die.... Reality was we can't protect everyone, but damn-it we will try. He tried to not think like that, as he felt his eyes began to blink faster and faster as he saw Iris in a seat up ahead. She looked petrified, wondering why for a humorous reason as it shot through his mind, he slowly making his way past her....


He slowly hummed as he motioned to an empty part of the airship and took out his flask, unscrewing the top open and raising it up to his mouth. Feeling the stench of hard liquor touch his nose as the succulent taste of whiskey raced into his mouth. Shoving it down with a slight gulp and then wiping away at his face, putting away the flask.

 

[Shura]

Iris and Charles


Iris was trying to stay focused on her breathing while her fingers absentmindedly toyed with her gauntlets trying not to think of what was going on or how much time was left. She glanced up as there was movement and one of the other Champions moved. She blinked trying to put a face to the name, Panther? She thought not really able to remember his actual name. Though she knew he was one of the older more experienced champions around. What was weird was the fact that He sat next to her!? What would make him move mid flight?


She jumped slightly as he spoke up and looked his way ears perked forward slightly in curiocity. "Oh uh... no not really. Never had to fly before so it's a bit unnerving..." She replied


Charles nodded. "I see. Yeah, first time flights are sometimes rough. Even for an old timer like me..." He responded with a slight chuckle, and trailed off for a moment. He remembered his first time ever flying, which was during the time he was leaving Whielyer to get to Arcadia. Oh, how he gripped the armrest of his chair. Dan had to tell him repetitively to try to not piss himself. Thankfully... that did not happen.


"I guess the reason why is because on your very first flight, you start to think up of all of the worst case scenarios that could happen to the plane you're flying on. I mean, you can't help it." Charles continued, and then snapped his fingers. "What you could do though, is just lie your head back onto the chair, breath slowly, and just think of something other than this plane or flying. It can be about anything that makes you happy. And if you're lucky enough, sleeping is a good option." Charles finished as he nuzzled the back of his head against his chair.


Iris watched the older man for a moment as she shifted in her seat a bit. "Yeah pretty much..." She muttered glancing to Roy wondering how he could be asleep, or at least that relaxed! She sighed softly. "Eh... a bit too anxious to sleep, kinda have a hard time sleeping normally kinda impossible to do it when in the air..." she added absentmindedly


"Agreed. Though, I did say to do so if you were lucky." Charles said with a soft smile. "Well, talking can always help relieve some stress, far better than sleeping could at times..." He said as he raised his head up from his chair and looked over to Iris. "So, any particular reason as to why you joined up as a Champion? Some of the folk that end up joining seem to forget their true purpose, and just fight for the fame and fortune. Mostly for the fame, sadly." He continued as he rubbed his chin a bit. If he really wanted to understand his future enemies; that's if they even become enemies along the road, now would be the best time to get to know some of them a little bit. He definitely wasn't wrong about his earlier statement, though.


Iris was a bit confused by the sudden shift in conversation but it was a welcomed one. She smiled slightly "Well... I've always been a fan of Champions and what they did. Like... I remember watching you a few years ago when I was still in training." She chuckled. "But I originally wanted to be like my dad and be a Cop. But I'm kinda too hyper for that so Champion was a better option" She shrugged.


Raising an eyebrow, though not too surprised, Charles chuckled a bit to Iris' response. "Oh really? Geez, I feel old already..." Charles jokingly said as he scratched the back of his head, and listened to Iris' next response. Her father? A COP?! Shit.


"To be honest, being a cop seems to be a tough life nowadays, so you chose the right path. I'm sure he is proud of you regardless, though." Charles said as he gave Iris a large grin. "But that's good, admiration of Champions..." Charles trailed off again, and examined Iris. She seemed to be serious of her reasoning for joining, and he couldn't blame her for it. Champions were supposed to be a symbol of hope to the civilians within the walls of Arcadia.


"Don't ever lose yourself in this life, Iris. The things you endure as a Champion can really change you. I just depends on whether you're strong enough to survive the hardships that are yet to come."


Iris smiled softly. "Yeah being a cop is sometimes tougher than being a champion. I mean monsters are locked out side the walls of arcadia, criminals are a lot harder to keep locked up." She shrugged slightly before glancing to the sleepy Roy then back to Charles as he spoke of hardships and nodded. "I've managed two years well enough, our team helps a lot. Fame is not so bad but Roy rather avoid it as much as possible." She replied before tilted her head slightly "Why did you become a Champion?" she asked.


"Royce is a smart man for avoiding fame. But that's good to hear that you've got yourself a great team; going at it alone is definitely not that great of an option" Charles said as he crossed his arms, and nodded. The only reason why he would choose to work alone is... well, because he's used to it already. Sure Dan and Kenneth, and even Max kept him company, but he preferred to work alone most of the time.


Charles was caught completely off guard though by Iris' next question.


"I joined because it's what my... late wife would have wanted. It gives me a reason to keep going in stead of ending up becoming an alcoholic, or something. And... the satisfaction of helping others is a good feeling."


Iris's ears tilted back slightly at the mention of his late wife "oh I'm sorry." She muttered softly. Losing someone was never easy, she never had to go through with losing someone close only a few people she had known as a champion. She could never imagine having to go through something like that. "Well its good you became a Champion instead of the alternative." She nodded slightly


"Yeah." Charles simply said as he leaned forward, and stared down at his shoes. Of course it was a lie, but Charles couldn't help but to choke up on his own words. His late wife was never the reason as to why he became a champion; it was more to get his hands on the line. It was all for dope. Nothing more. No, her death affected him in a different way. It wasn't just his wife, though. He had a daughter, too. She was only five years old...


"Anyways, it shouldn't be too difficult during the three days we're out here; just keep your head up and stick with your team, and you'll make it out of here alive, Iris." Charles said with a smile.


"Mhmm, That much I know. But I guess we're all part of the same team this time." She muttered with a small smirk. "A ruined city infested with monsters though... will probably put peek season to shame." The thought of going into the ruins was both exciting and unnerving at the same time. Being stuck in the ruins for 3 days... she hoped they could find what they were looking for sooner rather than later. Despite her worrying about the ruins her fears of flight had been pushed to the back of her mind and the redhead seemed a lot calmer.


@Darksoul90 @Tree (Sleeping)

 

[Atom]

Lyon


Mood: Excited


Location: Airship


Company: Like, everyone...


@'s: Not even gonna try and figure out...

Lyon was excited to say the least. His first real mission, and it was an important mission. Hell yea, now that's what Lyon liked. Although he'd not remembered much about the briefing, too busy checking over his weapons. For the twelth time.


Now here he was sitting in his seat going over them for the twentieth time. Could never be too careful. After finishing he looked up around the seated champions, trying to pick out a few he could recognize. But in the dim light it was hard to pick anyone out well. Oh well.


Lyon looked back down to his weapons, time for check twenty one. Followed by twenty-two. And twenty three, until finally someone either decided to speak to him or they arrived at their destination. Lyon wasn't sure which would happen first, although he had no intentions of starting up a conversation with anyone first.

 

[Kagura]

Krieger Glishten & Lucille R. Chromatia

Atech Offices to Airship


Krieger could not help but feel a low thrum of excitement in his veins as he leaves his son at the entrance to the auditorium. Assuming the boy will be just fine, he was a quick learner after all and his own damned son. The son of a genius had ought to be a quick learner! Krieger laughs internally to himself, adjusting the D.I.R.T. on his wrist and glancing around around with mild interest at all the... accompanying colleagues. He sighs, smoothing back his hair and wishing to find one doctor in particular. Hopefully he woman had kept her more primitive instincts in check and was working as diligently as he remembered of her before, truly it was ALMOST enough to make the rest of these people tolerable. After a moment though, he does spy Doctor Chromatia assisting with some... good lord was she carrying all that by herself!? Krieger sighs and picks up his stride, barely giving the man who attempted to ask him who he was and why he was there than the push to the face allowed for, and promptly assist her with lifting... whatever on Earth it is she had. "You know.... Doctor... most would call your insistence on carrying more than you can handle fallacious reasoning no?"


Lucille was momentarily surprised when a man approached her in the hall, careful to avoid his help before she recognized who it was. “Krieger?” he looked little different from when she first met him, but his field suit alone had thrown her off. Now that she knew it was him she gave him a mild appraisal, looking for any equipment he carried.


“Is that where your equipment is?” she answered his question with one of her own, hesitating momentarily before sliding the duffel bag off her shoulder and letting him handle it. “I’m just making a quick trip to the back room, but we can walk and talk about anything you would like” she tucked a stray bang behind her ear, wondering if she should have pinned her hair back.


The older man raises an eyebrow when she seems to question his identity and he chuckles, nodding "Indeed, to both my identity and where my equipment can be found." he tucks the bag under his arm easily enough and nods ever-so-slightly at her offer to walk and talk as she makes her own trip. Meanwhile fidgeting with her hair in what was an obvious indication of her questioning it's... correctness. Krieger steps beside her and motions for her to take the lead, asking pointedly "Some trouble with your appearance? I will admit I am... lacking when it comes to styling hair.. but..." he actually lifts his eyes to pretend to study her hair "It seems fine, though it is your preference I suppose." he chuckles, taking a moment to hold his helmet out before him and make sure the retina of the goggle lenses were adjusted properly. Speaking an a relaxed, if not cordial tone "To be truthful Lucille I was of the impression you wished to speak to me..... something of a rather pointed remark that Atech could supply all my needs, well, I am here for those needs, as you promised." Krieger gives her a sly smile, tucking the helmet back beneath his arm and raises an eyebrow at her "Unless you were.... exaggerating the surplus of your company in order to string me along for more personal motives?"


The comments toward her appearance only made Lucille flush under observation, thankful to take the lead when he offered it. Now that his scrutiny was off her face, she quickly composed herself on the walk towards the filing room, allowing Krieger to air his concerns. Before she could answer and elaborate on what she wanted to talk to him about, he made a rather crude insinuation of her motives.


"Excuse me, Mr. Glishten, I am a professional" her statement was dry, and she didn't bother meeting his face with her eyes when she informed him. She looked at him now, "I want to speak about experimentation, specifically what you're working on at the moment- you're something of an inventor I have heard..." Even Lucille's way of speaking was rather disorganized, "What are you working on at the moment? Why are you interested in the ruins? Just to see this new technology?" her inquiries came one after the other before she finally paused at the filing room. "Or do you perhaps hope to replicate it?" her brow quirked towards him, "I wasn't lying when I told you Atech had the supplies you needed, but what supplies will you need?"


After surmising her questions, Lucille took the moment to flash her card past the reader of the door, keying in the code for the doorway before she could push it open. Approaching the clergy desk, she left her pile of files with one of the desk clerks before turning back to Krieger. They would need to head back toward the auditorium or the airship, depending if the man needed to be briefed or not.


Krieger pays her flushing no mind, women were women and despite the discrepancy in age he had rather expected the natural reaction when he had simply referred to her hair being 'fine', or more specifically, 'not terrible' and for her to want to hide her face. However, Krieger actually blinks at her at first when she insinuates he was coming onto her, before outright laughing at what she was implying, good lord women are dense! He even takes the time to exaggerate wiping an eye before shaking his head "Do not flatter yourself my dear, I was merely assuming, correctly I might add, that you would wish to... pick my brain, so to speak, and such was one of your personal reasons for wanting me to come on a professional level." he grins slightly "However it seems I am sorely disappointed in that you assume since a man smiles and insinuates personal motivation, that we revert to the base instinct of mating." he frowns a bit now, quirking an eyebrow at the younger woman. Then he waves his hand in a dismissive manner "Regardless, I will allow the insult to slide to continue by answering your question. My interest extends more-so for my son's career in the study of whatever beasts we may come across, and to tweak his training and equipment appropriately. As a... bonus, you receive my assistance in other matters because you've access to these beasts firsthand.... something I want. Hopefully, you understand, we are at an agreement?" Krieger's voice during this conversation had went from amused to sobering, to outright cold and business-like as he maintains a level gaze on the woman for along moment, then smiles disarmingly "In the meantime, we are free to discuss whatever you wish... of course Lucille."


Lucille couldn't help feeling miffed at Krieger's laughing, going so far to wipe a fake tear away from his eye, that made her eyes roll in response. The assertion she made was an assumption at worst; he clarified that their interests were one in the same, despite difference in separation. Although that didn't stop him from continuing to bother her about the matter,furthering her embarrassment when he brought up the aspect of mating. Although she recognized he deserved an apology, for any implication, she was at best - going to punch him in the face.


Instead she took a glance at her watch, careful to judge the time they had left before departure while waiting out his proper response. It wasn't long, he seemed to forgive her if only to relay his interests in the beasts themselves, looking to fix his son's training and equipment towards them. Momentarily reminder of the blood relation, Dr. Chromatia simply nodded along, making a split decision to head to the airship with the time remaining. 'As a bonus', he had said - she would get him input and assistance in other matters.


"We are at an agreement" the confirmation is simple and business-like, which is what Lucy finds safest in their interaction, and what she continues with. "The mission itself is fairly simple, we're headed towards an airship now that will take us to ruins where we will be searching a 5-bock radius. Our major interest is a research lab, where we hope to find lost technology of the civilization, but the areas very dangerous. We have our own equipment to scare off the lesser monsters, but I'm sure there are others never seen before" she briefs him simply enough.


"I will be spending most of my time with champions on the front line, so you will be left to your own devices, I hope that's okay?" Lucille finally looks back at Kreiger with a quirked brow.


Krieger only holds a grinning smile as the good doctor most likely rolls her eyes, then looks at her watch and Krieger suspects it must have been near time to go. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, leaning idly against the wall as he finishes adjusting the helmet of his field suit and glances past the device to watch the good doctor. She seemed very.... preoccupied and Krieger did feel a bit of sympathy for her. Corporations always had such crushing expectations and even more devastating punishments for one so vital to an operation should they fail. He gives the doctor's explanation rapt attention and nods, despite the fact her attention was not in his direction. Something about her being on the front -lines, as she called it, was... not amusing but.... Krieger had the nagging suspicion she would need help. "Lucille..." he stops once she asks him if leaving the man to his own devices is..... okay? He steps forward as she looks back and nods "Not quite but..." he grasps the E.S.P. device and detaches it from his wrist ".... if you were to take this I would feel much better about the idea." he grins slightly again "Or... I could simply ask my son to keep an eye on you. I'm sure you would be both be thrilled at having him watch my 'esteemed colleague' yes?" Krieger holds the device out to her, waiting patiently "I offer, of course, only for concern of my own contact with Atech...." Krieger briefly ponders why he had used an ordering of words that essentially meant it was for her concern. He mentally shrugs, whether she understood that or not was a question, and it was in fact the truth, regardless whether or not his own pride would let him directly state so. "So Lucille?"


The way her name was said gave the doctor a pause, silently observing him as he detaches something from his wrist before offering it towards her. "What is it?" Lucille tilts her head slightly, wondering how such a thing could make him feel much better about leaving her alone. The other alternative he offered was leaving his son to keep an eye on her, but she was sure to be watched by all of the champions. Technically she was the only official source of line outside their own reservoirs, but she was also the doctor and civilian of the part. The offer was made with concerns for her safety, but she needed to be sure what she was wearing


Krieger actually smiles a bit when she immediately questions what the object he handed her was, chuckling and tapping the side of his head "Wise.... not that I would offer you anything dangerous..." he clears his throat "To... you anyways..." he gently takes the doctor's hand and lifts it, extending her arm straight out and glancing up at her face. "Do stay still hmm?" he continues speaking as he fastens the device to her arm "This device is a deadlier version of a police tazer." he adjusts a small dial on the device and points her wrist at a nearby empty cardboard box. Then pointing to a button at the center of the dial "Now press that button and brace your arm,the dial adjusts the electric shock and that button launches two prongs that latch onto the object and deliver a voltage equal to the setting specified. It's maximum is enough to send a human heart into palpitations."


Lucy is somewhat wary to allow him her hand, even with the assurance that he would never give her anything dangerous. She tried her best to cooperate with his movements, staying still as he fastens the device onto her wrist. The explanation he gives her is rather simple, a deadlier tazer activated with the push of a button. There were much more mechanics, but in hindsight it was simple defense mechanism. With it secured on her wrist she drop her arm, "Thank you" her head inclines slightly, "Now, care to get on the airship with me?" she gestures towards the flight doors at the end of the hall.


Krieger smiles if just a little genuinely at her thanks and also inclines his head at the doctor "Of course Lucille..." he stops as she continues by asking him if he would care to join her on the airship and he hums to himself before shaking his head slightly in amusement "I see no harm in it...." he turns and strides to the doorway and glances back at her, awaiting her to open it for him. "Though you do have an odd way of things I must admit, accusing me of propositioning you for sex, becoming upset with me when I deny said accusations about something you did not want to begin with, and now you ask me to join you on a flight several hours long." he chuckles now, shaking his head once more "I suppose a more... appropriate adjective for your process is fascinating. I'm sure we will have much to discuss on the flight, hmm?"


Although Lucille had certainly invited him onto the airship with her, she certainly had not meant it the way Krieger was currently taking it. "No" she immediately denies, pausing briefly on the thought to try and think of the best way to explain herself. Finally she said "I was trying to alert you of our time limit" she gestures her wrist watch mildly.


"Ushering you if anything - but our compartment is with the champions, who I should really acquaint myself with." Lucille opened the door for Krieger, the wind from the turbine blowing the hair she had tucked, loose again. "After all, their files can only tell me so much" she allows his entrance before continuing after him, "My bag please?" she extends her hand out for the strap. When the weight was once again in Lucille's hand, she boards the airship, taking careful glance of the seated champions. There were a few empty seats, but she had strolled to the back in her interest, a careful eye on Kyle Chandler's bird. Glory, if she remembered correctly from the files...


Lucy decided on one of the two empty spots next to Connor Friesland, she remembered that he had ADHD and a problem keeping his mouth shut. These were both great assets in Lucille's ploy to get to know him, as well as the other champions. Taking a moment to smile at him and slide her bag in the overhead compartment, she took a careful step into the row. Except it wasn't that careful with the airship's momentum - with all its passengers in the airship, it finally started moving. Lucille couldn't help but stumble forward, knocking into the champion's knees and catching herself on the windowed hull. Lucy's own feet fell out from under her, and she landed, unceremoniously, into the champion's lap.


For a moment, Lucille sat there, the hand that caught her awkwardly placed above the window while the other was on Connor's chest. "Sorry!" she struggled back up onto her feet, taking a hold of the armrests to help her move into an actual seat. Finally accomplished, she tries her best to avoid the boy's eyes for the moment "Sorry about that, I wasn't expecting it to take off..." she apologizes again before fastening her seat belts, careful for it not to happen again.


With @Mad Prince of Sanity and @Der Kojote #Ididit #if it fits, i sit. #eternal throne

 

[Der Kojote]

Connor Friesland

Airship

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Connor was about to check out for a good hour or two when he noticed someone slowly walk towards his row on the isle. He turned his head to look at this new person. Huh? is Girl. Is champion? never seen before. No. Is not champion. Is scientist? She is scientist. Must be. He noticed her smile, and heard the fact that she was putting her bag above in the overhead compartment. hmm sitting in row. very interesting, could have sat anywhere...awh well, will be nice for company. May talk a bit. Or could try and keep cool. Much focus needed. Very busy Will be problematic if not cool calm collected.





That was apparently not going to happen. The airship began moving. Compared to what had happened to him two days ago, this was not to bad. However, it was still interesting. The sudden shift of plane knocked him a little off guard. However it caught the woman even more off guard apparently. The fast pace of the incident was hard to keep track off. The impact to his knees wasn't too bad. What did confuse him and embarrass him was the fact that now...he was looking at a girl that had landed in his lap. His face slowly went to a shade of red only comparable to beets and tomatoes. He looked down at the hand on his chest, then slowly at the hand above the window. Then he looked at her face. Throught his brain the synapses were firing trying to figure out the hell to make of this situation. One thing did reach his mind and it, Eyesthoseeyessapphireslikeagemsispiercingverypiercing





His brain was able to recuperate after the woman managed to get off from the compromising position. She said sorry the first time, and moved to her own seat. "Sorry about that, I wasn't expecting it to take off..." he kept looking at the window still flushed red, Ok...is okay now, was accident. Best make situation...less odd. very odd still. is better to be polite...yes polite is good. He turned his head slightly, "Umm...so that happend...yes...um Name is Connor...You are not champion yes? you are scientist? Or support staff for team? Ohh...and must apologize in advance...hard to talk normal. is problem with line. So...if speak too fast, feel free to say something."





@Kagura

 

[Kagura]

Lucille R. Chromatia

Airships


It was lucky that one of them had recovered from her fall so easily, Connor trying his best to brush off his exchange despite his beet red face. The blushing made Lucille blush herself, allowing him to look at the compartment's wall while stuttering over his words. Most of what he told her she already knew - his name and how he found it hard to talk. Lucy nodded along, recovering from her slip up as best she could, a light blush covering her cheeks.


"A doctor and a scientist - but you can just call me Lucille" she didn't bother with any formal handshake with the younger man. "I'm working for Atech on the excursion site, handling all medical problems that arise" she informs him as best she can. What she avoids is that her current supply of line in the bag underneath her, knowing how addictive the drug can be. "I don't mind fast -talking. I want to know about you before getting on the field with you" her assurance came with a smile as she methis eyes for once again.

 

[Kiwi]

Pestilence


Streets Near the Motherland Bar
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A lollipop in her mouth, she was casually walking toward the bar, bored as all hell and dying for something to quench her thirst. The Motherland has always been a good casual place for her to go to, and the drunken douches that love to hit on her are easy targets to fuck with. But she is no longer in the mood to mess with idiots and find an easy lay. She just wants to drink casually and wait for the day to go by, and find an easy lay.


She entered the door of the bar and looked around it. A soft smile crept on her lips as her hips began her delicate walk to the bartender. She could sense the double takes and the gazes at her body, but she didn't care, she knew she was hot. And wearing a pair of low rise jeans and her midriff black shirt with the Four Horsemen logo on the front, she made sure those gazes are genuine. She sat down on one of the bar stools and looked at the booze displayed on the wall behind the bartender. She flipped her fiery red hair and looked down at her crossed fingers.


"One Blue moon Martini, please."