Fantasy &nbsp; Dark World reboot RP

Clockwork Syringe · Jun 26, 2018

Jackson was breaking into a sweat as he began to punch faster and faster until he was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Bet the punching bag will win." He then slammed his right fist into the bag and turned around leaving a sizeable dent in the bag.
"Its' called a Phyrric Victory Sera," Jackson began. "It may have won, but it certainly won't forget me now will it?" Jackson finished with a grin on his face. "So what's up exactly anyway? You finding the base ok so far?" Before he continued however, Snow interjected briefly to say that she was going out to practice. Jackson simply waved and said, "Be careful Snow, don't go too far." Watching her walk away, he was about to continue, but Ryuji spoke in Sera's ear quietly about something, but it didn't bother him all that much. Ryuji then walked away leaving Jackson and Sera standing in the doorway to Jackson's room. He then gained a puzzled face as he looked at Sera, "Something on your mind Sera?"

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Iamthemanfish · Jun 26, 2018

Two figures crested the hill just south of the imposing structure, the larger of the two paused as they came into view, "one of these days your gonna have to tell me how you get your information" Patrick Oglethorpe rumbled in his usual low gruff tone. The large man turned from the building to eye his companion expectantly, the person with him was tall for a woman only an inch or two shorter than himself and while no one would consider her beautiful she was stricking. Her face was hard and serious, and that was backed up by a body no less hardened with muscle. Even with that she had somehow managed to fill out in all the right places, Patrick knew that from recent experience.

Despite that, Patrick still didn't fully trust that woman, she went by Third, he couldn't, she was a warden. A group of high functioning sociopaths obsessed with something they called the balance. To top it off all five of them were linked on some mental level he didn't fully understand, and Patrick Oglethorpe did not like not understanding something.

So he couldn't trust Third, not completely, but that didn't mean he didn't respect her. Out of all the wardens Third was the one he had connected with, she was a soldier just like him, willing to follow orders almost pathologically. That meant he could trust her a little at least more than any of the others.

After another couple of seconds Patrick shrugged, she'd have to tell him eventually, that was in the terms of they're contract. He turned stiffly adjusted the sling that held his left arm firmly against his chest and headed down the hill.

As he drew closer Patrick saw a familiar face standing stock still in the middle of a field and veared forward the small white haired woman. He made no sound and stayed behind the woman as he approached to less then fifteen feet from her. He stopped and cleared his throat loudly, unsure what Snow's reaction to seeing him would be.

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Syphe · Jun 26, 2018

"It's called a Phyrric Victory Sera." Declares Jackson as he rams his fist into the punching bag, leaving behind a remarkable dent.

"Would it be still, even if that's the whole point of its existence?" Sera chuckled, resting a hand on her hip. "Still though, you left a pretty nasty mark on it. Impressive! Ah, but it's probably child's play isn't? Why not put cinder blocks inside?"

"I'm going outside to practice!" Called out
Snow as she made her way outdoors.

Sera looked over her shoulder and watched Snow walk downstairs, briefly worrying if she would be okay going outside -- and what she meant by practice. Jackson called out in response telling her not to go too far, and Sera followed suite in letting her know to come back if anything goes wrong.

A few moments later, the striking red-robed flirt come walking by. At first Sera didn't pay him too much attention -- it was probably vice versa as well since there were other more attractive ladies to occupy his time -- but he did have something to say that really grabbed Sera's attention. One: Lilac, whom is most likely Kaia. And two: he was going out. It was nearly too soon for him to be walking around after being impaled AND poisoned at the same time! Spinning around, she wanted to urge him back to bed, but she held her tongue, for now. He had potent regenerative capabilities. Right now, she should go check on Kaia.

What could be as naturally unclean as random, sharp debris? With only a few anti-biotics left, Sera did what she could to offset the risk of infection, but total avoidance would require a miracle. Pursing her lips, Sera answered Jackson's question.

"...Yeah. It's a couple things. With hardly a sad excuse of a medical supply, it get's tricky to help the wounded. I should go check on Kaia."

With that, Sera turned to leave. "Maybe afterwards we could have a real card game. Hope you still have that deck of cards."

Arriving at Kaia's room after a short walk, Sera softly opened the door so as to not disturb her already disturbed sleep. She was hoping that the fever wouldn't be too bad but disease don't care. The bandages over her injuries were reddened as well; it's going to need changing soon. Though before that cam happen, Sera needed to somehow bring down the fever and calm Kaia. So with some water from her near empty canteen, she placed a damp piece of cloth on her forehead and gently stroked her hair as she waited by her bedside.

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Thalia_Neko · Jun 26, 2018

Vira

"Ungh..." the woman groaned, shifting on the bed. She looked down at herself, bruised in the front. Minor cuts reopened with fresh blood glistening red. 'Minor', but they still gave her enough pain she had to move tenderly. Harbinger's wind was nasty. She wondered what he could do if he wasn't just playing around. "Frickin' great," Vira grumbled, not amused. Getting up out of the bed, she moved off to the side room to go wash up, and re-bandage her wounds.

Moments later, she was exiting the washroom, looking to finally "get up". People were noisy, she heard them moving down in the lower floors. Throwing on a loose shirt, Vira threw open the fancy set of doors that lead into the best room in the building. She walked towards the staircase and descended the tower, wearing nothing but that loose white dress shirt and her underwear. It was a man's, left over from the previous inhabitants -there was a lot of clothes here actually. Most of them men's, though. If she were to guess, it belonged to the big man himself 'The One', as it was seemingly made for a rather plump individual. On her it looked almost like a dress, and she had it bound to her by a few buttons up top. Her face washed, had her same plain frown on it. Her hair was untied, black locks loosely shifting around with each step.

Eventually, she found the kitchen area. "Nhgnh.. here sumwher..." she grumbled, rummaging around the place. "Of course!" she chimed, spotting the appropriate appliance; finally, she popped open the fridge, and there sizzling in the chill was what she was looking for! -The place still had some electricity coursing through it, since the gang that had occupied it made sure they lived in comfort. They also had left all sorts of stuff behind, including alcoholic beverages! And of course quite a bit of food. Snatching out a cold one, she popped the cap, hearing it jingle when it hit the hard floor. Vira immediately brought the cold, brown water to her lips, drinking it down. Gulping a few fresh gulps of booze, she yanked it away from her mouth, "Sssaahhhh!!~" she breathed contentedly, a raunchy smile on her lips. "Goddamn, these gang members fuckin' knew what is what, I swear," she purred. A few steps brought her out of the kitchen area, pushing open a door, and stepping out into the world beyond. The dark-haired woman shielded her eyes from the sun as it was rising in the sky. "Ssgah.. trying to blind me or what?" she grumbled, peeking from the shade of her hand. She brought the beer bottle up to her mouth again and took another swig.

Drook · Jun 26, 2018

Henry’s eyes began to slowly open as the morning light pierced through his window and shined over him. A deep and heavy yawn managed to escape his lips as he began to stretch his body out. After making his bed he began to do his normal hygiene routine and fixed his hair. Spiking it forward while keeping a natural flow with it just the way he liked it. He threw on a normal black T-shirt and blue jeans that fit a little loosely around his waist forcing him to wear a black belt. He tucked in his shirt and made sure his pants were properly on his waist to show how to dress like a man for young Alexander as it seemed he liked to sag his pants which he found to be indecent. It had been a long couple of weeks for him as he had been keeping a close eye on a certain individual and his group of misfits. They were known as The One gang and they seemed to be highly unfriendly. Why he spied on them he had no idea. While he was strong he knew himself that he couldn't take out a group of powerful abnorms himself. He kept his home at least three miles away from their base of operations and often snuck out at night while his siblings were fast asleep to ensure they didn't send any patrols close to his area. As well as to prevent his siblings from worrying about him. He was curious of them. They were undeniably different from The Prophets, but at the same time still gave him an uneasy feeling. It wasn't until one night where his curiosity peaked at its most. The night where he saw them pack up and leave. Only to have several more people show up out of nowhere and seemingly claim the base as their own. He wasn't sure rather or not they were friendly and if the reason why the gang left was because of them. He needed to be sure. Having friendly company for once seemed like a great idea. Plus his Siblings could work on their social skills while interacting with them.

But first Henry needed to take care of business first. His siblings would be waking up soon and their empty bellies should never go unfed. Making his way into the kitchen he began to make their favorite chocolate chip pancakes that craved every morning. It was simple to make though he was deciding on whether or not to start making them eat a little healthier in the mornings. He was already strict about them eating their vegetables and carefully balanced their meals during lunch and dinner, but he never got the same warm smiles like he did in the morning. It was nice to see such loving smiles in the morning as it motivated him throughout the rest of the day. "One day I'll get them to start liking healthy foods" he said chuckling to himself as he poured the sweet syrup over their breakfast. He was concentrating on not putting to much until his legs were met with a heavy tackle causing him to spill tons of syrup over their pancakes. Looking back he saw the happy smiles of his little siblings which, while a bit agitated they made him pour more syrup, gave a warm smile back and picked them up into his arms. "Are my little knuckleheads ready to eat" he said laughing while hugging them tightly. They responded with thrilled head nods as they hugged him back before sitting down to eat together. Henry often corrected them on their table manners, but felt a little lenient after the syrup incident and seeing how he would be leaving for a short time. After they finished Henry explained that he would be leaving for a little bit to grab supplies and that he would be right back. He made sure every door and window was latched and told the kids to not let anyone in while he was gone.

Henry left hastily towards the base where the newcomers had claimed as their own. He begin devising a plan on how he would have “accidentally” stumbled across their base. Though it seemed he would have to pretend to play the part of a human traveler in order to let their guard down. While he wasn’t the fondest of playing the role of someone weak due to his pride it was necessary for him should something go horribly wrong. As he reached the base he attempted to remain hidden. Though to his large bulky size he was limited to what exactly he could blend in with. He begin examining the building a bit more closely as the only other time he got a view was at night. He began to memorize certain details about it such as escape routes, any weakness in certain structure points, and how would Alexander and Raven would react to living in such a nice place. His concentration was, however, interrupted by a strange woman coming outside. She wore a shirt that was much too large for her. He eventually came out of hiding attempting to put on his most fragile face as he weakly waved to her. “H-hello there” He said weakly sounding like a less masculine version of himself.

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ShadowBroker · Jun 26, 2018

The Third

The Third projection of The Warden, its core personality seem to be principally on the arts of cunning and strategy. Obedient and sincere, a soldier that seeks the same as the rest - Balance. A mele-fighter that uses her sword and all there is to it to confront the front-line of the enemy. The only time she ever used a ranger weapon was years ago in which she had to take the bunker on where The Wardens live.

She looks young, if she had not much of a beautiful face she backed that up with a powerful presence, direct and serious. Of the Five Wardens, she is the most devoted to the mission and thus making of her the most resilient to pain. Even then she would rather choose to retreat from a battle she could win rather than die in vain.

The Third Warden
She did not have answer for Patrick, not yet. As the both arrived to the top of the hill, she knew the information was correct regardless of sight-confirmation of the target. The Five Warden were capable to sense Abnorms with threatening levels of power. The true reason for her being there was not because of that matter, in fact was because Patrick. She found as if he had some sort of connection through her, one she did comprehend through her core personality. Sometimes, he would forget she was actually just an illusion of a personality.

None of the sentimentalist matters her, regardless. Being real or just an illusion - There is only one objective to it all. The Second maybe would have more philosophical answers to the questions that Patrick raises from time to time, the Fifth would sometimes even ask them, the young adventurer... The first? No... The First wouldn't even care to sow doubts on his mind, to be restricted by controversy; he would only seek to fulfill The Balance like personal vendetta to the world.

That is when Patrick found Snow, the Third knew her through the Fifth - though little he knew of her true potential. She said nothing as she stood next to Patrick, always her hand next to the hilt of her sword, she stared down at her pity pale form and made a step back considering the two were about to have a meeting of some sort. After all, Patrick weakness for children was what lead him, for the first time, to aid her cause; The Warden's cause.

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littleberry · Jun 26, 2018

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Snow huffed in frustration as she kept her eyes closed, trying to make her thorns come out on just her arms. Her blood sung to her, said she was powerless, sweetly whispered of the foolishness in her newfound quest to be a protector. “Stop it. I...I can control you. I am safe.” She was safe. For the first time she had friends she could count on. Her blood wanted her to only rely on her, and pulled away, refusing to listen. “Come out, come out, come out!” She opened her eyes in frustration and kicked at the dirt before freezing.

The song in her blood sung softly, alerting her to a powerful presence. It may not want to aid her but it still wished for a blood bond, it always wished for a blood bond. Snow held her arms against her sides as she turned around to look at who was behind her. A smile spread over her mouth as she looked at Patrick. She hadn’t seen him since the end of the battle… the Wardens having taken him somewhere. Behind him, one of them stood. Snow didn’t know who this one’s name was. She had only remembered the name of the Fifth. Looking at the woman, Snow nodded her head in a sign of greeting. She felt uncomfortable at having been stumbled upon when she was trying to work on her ability. “Patrick… your arm is still hurt huh?” She said softly, stepping forward with her arms still around her. She dared not hug him in greeting for she was nervous. Normally her thorns would be out by now… but they simply brushed against her skin from the inside.

“I see you are with the Wardens… are you… are you back for good now? We um, we have a room for you. I- um we all missed you.” She whispered, looking at the ground and at her scuffed shoes. She had finally found a pair small enough for her feet. Her eyes narrowed in on the second’s hand on her sword and her blood sung loudly in her ears of a threat, pushing her thorns out finally. Snow took a step back, the opposite of what her blood wanted her to do.

“Um hi there, I believe we met before… which um… which one are you?” She asked softly, hoping the warriors before her did not see her as any kind of threat. Surely Patrick would not but if he had been hanging out with the wardens… Snow was left in doubt of her friend...something she did not like.

Thalia_Neko · Jun 26, 2018

Vira

Thinking she was feeling something strange -this odd sensation that she knew to be 'something's coming', Vira was cautiously watching the surrounding treeline, sipping tenderly at her beer. Relaxing a bit more, she was in full-swig of the alcoholic beverage, when someone popped out confirming what she had thought. Spying him with one eye on the side of the bottle, she lifted it up higher to down the rest. Wrenching it away from her lips, Vira drew in a breath, before she casually flicked the bottle away, hearing the glass shatter somewhere off in the woods. It possibly hit a tree! Holding up a finger indicating 'just a moment', she disappeared back inside. Only for a brief moment though, appearing once more holding another bottle. Flicking the cap off, the woman took another swig, quicker this time. "Pahh!" she sighed, pulling it from her lips. She wiped her mouth on her shirt's sleeve, then finally addressed the man. Harshly, she asked, "What do you want?!"

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Clockwork Syringe · Jun 26, 2018

Jackson frowned when Sera suggested Cinder blocks as a target. "It's less about training your power and more about training your technique. Technique allows you to fight better than just simply swinging around aimlessly. He then listened to her mention the sad state of their medical supplies and how they should procure more. He then grinned at the mention of cards, "I'll hold you to that you know!" he called out to Sera as she left his doorway. Heading back inside, he grabbed a ratty cloth and wiped his forehead with it before putting it back where it was. Sighing loudly, there wasn't all that much to do around here except train, eat, and sleep. Those things would have kept old WG Jackson happy in addition to the other things you could find in an encampment. However, thinking about that made him miss his parents and wonder how they were doing and if they had been found out yet. Closing the door and laying on his bed, he took a small swig from his flask and then laid there thinking about the events before. ~If I'm able to do that much damage and still be classified as a B, what would I look like classified as an A?

Tyra · Jun 26, 2018

-= KAIA WINTERS =-
Fugitive | Abnorm | Abandoned Base

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Kaia couldn’t see anything…feel anything…it was if she was just floating…amidst a never-ending black void. Wait…no, there was something. Dim at first, but it was definitely there. A light in the distance. Growing brighter slowly but surely. Then her bare feet touched something…cold, clammy…yet sturdy. It seemed to be a metal floor. It felt…familiar somehow. The next thing she knew, she was walking down a narrow corridor. It was as if time had no rules here. Each moment melded together and folded in on itself. The same metal making up the floor covered the walls on either side as she walked on, only the muffled tap of her heels against steel. Every few feet, a glowing rectangular neon light fixed to the corridor wall illuminated her path. Up ahead there were…two dark figures? Yes, of this she was sure. Two people…a man and a woman. Subconsciously, Kaia’s stride quickened. “I know these people…how…?” As she grew closer, one more figure appeared, this one similar to the man, yet younger and skinnier. Her heart began to thump in her chest. “…Mom…Dad…Devin…!” At this point, Kaia’s arms were pumping furiously at her sides as she broke into a full on run, yet she never seemed to be getting closer to the figures, who now were opening their arms wide to welcome her. The hallway seemed endless. “…one is missing….where….where is Skylar…?” At this thought, a cold, sweaty panic touched her heart, and she cried out. “Sky! Skylar?! Sky, where are you?!” At that moment, an eerie, soft but incomprehensible whisper met Kaia’s ears from behind, stopping her dead in her tracks. Whipping around 180 degrees, she saw the last figure she’d been seeking. “Sky…! Sky it’s me, Kai. Sky, we can go home!” she practically shouted with joy, turning back in order to motion to the figures of her parents and brother ahead. But what she saw then wasn’t her family… The once human figures morphed into four-legged creatures now barreling down the hallway toward her. As they neared, she realized they were large, savage dogs, bearing white, glistening teeth producing a growling howl that sent shivers down her spine. “No….no, no!!” Swiftly turning on her heel, Kaia sprinted off down the hallway in the direction she had originally come from toward the shadowy image of her sister, Skylar. “Sky, run! RUN!” she demanded, yet the figure didn’t move. The dogs were so close, nipping at her heels. She could feel their hot breath on the back of her legs. All of a sudden, she found herself careening toward the ground, making contact with her shoulder and sliding a good couple feet. Gasping for the air that had been knocked out of her, she looked down at her ankles only to find them bound in metal chains. “No…,” she whispered breathlessly, “…it…it can’t be…!” Gripped by pure terror, she whipped her gaze back in Skylar’s direction. “Sky, get out of here! You have to escape!!” she cried, but still the silent silhouette didn’t move. Then almost instantaneously, the figure was at her side, breathing hoarsely in her ear, “…there is no escape…” The Skylar shadow left as quickly as it had come. Kaia thrashed violently, trying to break the chains that bound her ankles, but now there were shackles on her wrists and neck as well. It seemed the more she fought, the more she felt restrained. Looking up, the next thing she saw brought tears to her violet eyes. There HE was. The one who had enslaved her and her sister. The one who had taken advantage of her parents’ deaths for his own personal gain. The abnorm who preyed on his own kind. The gang’s chief, his eyes glowing red hot with a firm hand on Skylar’s shoulder. “Silly Kaia…,” he rumbled in a low tone, “Have you forgotten?” Reaching out, he gripped the chain dangling from her neck and yanked her close until they were face to face. He stroked her hair in a gentle yet sadistic manner before firmly grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look him in the eye, a crooked smile streaking across his face from ear to ear. “You belong to me…”

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At first, Kaia seemed to calm at Sera’s ginger touch. Her forehead where the damp cloth had touched her cooled drastically, and for some odd reason, the cloth had completely dried, as if the water had literally been sucked out of it. Then things took a turn for the worse. Kaia’s mild whimpering and tossing suddenly became violent as she thrashed on the cot. “No….no! NO!” she cried, jerking away from Sera’s gentle hand on her head. After several moments of this, her eyelids shot open, revealing glazed-over violet irises and dilated pupils stricken with terror and anger all at the same time. Yet, there was something different about them. It was almost as if they had a purplish white glow to them, and though they locked onto her caretaker, it was as if she wasn’t really seeing Sera. Her eyes narrowed into almost slits, a lock of pale blue hair falling across her face. “Get your filthy hands off me!!” she screamed, her hand latching onto Sera’s arm, gripping tightly and pushing the group's medic backward off the cot. At this point, anyone in the abandoned base would be able to hear the high-pitched racket coming from the bedroom. An instantaneous chill filled the air around the two female abnorms, causing their breath to come out in white puffs, and Kaia’s hand gained the same pale glow that shone in her eyes. A cold mist seemed to emanate from Kaia’s iron grip, while ice crystals began to ripple across Sera’s arm where Kaia had hold of her. They were tiny in size, but they were continuing to grow and if allowed to continue, they would most certainly cause frostbite if not worse. “You may have brainwashed my sister…but I NEVER belonged to you and I NEVER WILL!” Kaia hissed, “I WILL get her back! And I’ll do it over your dead body…” At this point, the situation seemed clear…Kaia's nightmare had become her reality. And if she didn’t snap out of it, things were about to get a lot worse for them both. Already in her sharp movements, she’d torn out her stitching and the gauze along her side was now soaked in bright, crimson blood. Her entire body trembled and a droplet of sweat ran down the side of her face across the various minute scratches she’d received when the village shack had collapsed on top of her.

Iamthemanfish · Jun 26, 2018

Patrick raised his good hand, palm out in a placating gesture, showing clearly that he meant no harm. "No the injuries I got from the battle healed days ago this is something new" he rumbled a quick flash of approval for her caution appearing in his eyes. Apparently the battle had driven home how naive she was and how dangerous that was to her. However the fact that she was cautious now suggested that she didn't trust him like she used to and trust was essential for what he and the wardens had planned.

That thought was confirmed a couple of seconds later when the young woman eyed third and bloody thorns burst through her skin. Very specifically not looking at third the big man shifted the massive pack off his shoulders and dropped it to the ground with a thud, I wouldn't say I'm with the Wardens we have an understanding, he said as he rummaged through the pack. After a moment he grunted and pulled a roll of gauze bandages out holding out for Snow to take saying, yes I'm back for good, otherwise there wouldn't have been a reason for me to waist money on a peace offering for loudmouth.

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ShadowBroker · Jun 26, 2018

The Wardens

The Third Warden
"I am Third. You are Snow - We know you." she responded as she looked at the offer Patrick gave to her and explained the whole situation to the young one, mostly how Patrick was not with them but just working with them for the time being, "It seems our reputation continues to-" she thought for the next words as she looked back to him, "-make us Popular." she released the hilt of her sword as she nodded, "The Fifth is the young lad with the bow and arrow. He had to go back to our base for training..." for some reason, she felt Snow would not be able to understand why Fifth and The Rest have to train in combat.

She then looked forward into the Base they all had usurped and began to wonder how many of them remained within. She was able to sense Vira, hell it was like feeling the anger of The First crawling within her. She was chaotic, untamed without resolve or devotion to anything. However it was not on The Third's plans to attack her, even if The Wardens continued to debate to which point Patrick and The Warden's partnership was useful.

She stayed by Patrick's side, regardless. She lacked of a reason to move from his side. Perhaps if she stood there long enough, people would just deal with the fact this would be the way it was going to be.

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littleberry · Jun 26, 2018

Snow
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Snow's gaze widened when Patrick revealed it was new. “What did you do that hurt you? Did you get in a fight? Was it a gang? Was it The One gang or Harbinger?!” Snow panicked some more, looking him over more thoroughly. She didn’t really think it was Harbinger… if it had been that powerful abnorm and it was just Patrick… he wouldn’t be here. That monster was too strong.

Her eyes shot to The Third as the woman projection introduced herself and let go of her sword. Snow’s thorns pulled in. Chewing on her lip, her eyes landed on the gauze handed to her. A small smile touched her lips remembering how he had done the same when they had first met. Even if Patrick was with the Wardens… had an understanding or whatever that meant, he was still the kind man she knew. She turned to The Third when the woman spoke of The Fifth. “Young? I thought you were all the same… I don’t really understand what it is you are but I thought you were all...one…”

Snow stopped speaking and took the gauze as she wrapped it around her arms, her brow furrowed as she bit her lip in concentration. Sera had been showing her how to do this since she was always bleeding. But Sera always did it better. Still, it was much better than what Snow used to be able to do. How she made it too tight and too loose at the same time was still a mystery. “She’ll like that. She really has...calmed down a bit. Well… not calm but, she’s used to us. I don’t think she curses at me as much as she used too and stopped calling me a useless skirt. Which is appreciated since I never really figured out what she meant by that…” Snow paused and looked at the Third standing by Patrick’s side so still and unmoving.

The warrior of a woman intimidated Snow. She would never be that strong. “But I’m glad you’re back now. I um… do you want to walk together back? I’m finished here anyways.” She added.

There was no use trying to practice control when her mind was scattered. She just needed to talk to Sera and have a laugh or two and calm down. Once she was calm then she would be able to come out here and practice once more. Snow wondered what Patrick would think of her practicing… probably not much. He didn’t truly know what her song did to her. Only Ryu and Sera (kind of) knew how she had to fight the allure of abusing her power every time she bonded with someone. Patrick’s system had been able to get rid of her blood quicker than the normal eight hours it took. The sudden loss of the bond had made Snow nearly succumb to the need in her veins. She couldn’t tell Patrick… he may not be “with” the wardens but Snow knew his relationship with them was complicated. What if he told them and they decided to hurt her… The Fifth had said they wouldn’t… but he wasn’t here right now. Things changed. Snow knew that for sure.

Drook · Jun 26, 2018

The woman’s mannerisms weren’t exactly how he had imagined. Though from the scent of alcohol it was most likely to be expected as she had been drinking. She seemed friendly other then chunking the bottle of alcohol with the sound of glass shattering off in the distance. He was about to speak once more until she halted him with her finger indicating for him to hold his tongue for the moment as she left. He half expected her to return with some decent clothing on only to be hit with the reality of her grabbing another bottle. “Of course” he muttered under his breath. He was about to speak once more until she took another swig which caused him to frown and made a slightly irritated face when she spoke harshly towards him. Putting the side of his fist to his mouth as he cleared his throat he made direct eye contact with her still playing the part of a simple human. While he wasn’t a fan of lying to someone it was necessary since he knew nothing about her. “Apologies for showing up out of nowhere. My town was ransacked not long ago by a group of abnormals. I’ve been wandering ever since” he said adding a grieving tone to his voice, but not too much where it would seem like he was overselling his case. “I’ve been in search of shelter and supplies for the longest time now, but have had no luck other then a couple of abandoned stores for clothing and food” he continued leaving it at that to see her reaction to his statement. He didn’t want to go into too much detail where he could possibly make mistakes by slipping up contradicting statements. He was adding a hunch to his stance to make himself appear shorted then he was and sucked in his gut to make himself look skinnier. He had to sell his case perfectly if he was going to get any information on these new strangers.

Thalia_Neko · Jun 26, 2018

Vira

She raised her eyebrow as the man began to speak. "What's that got to do with me?" she questioned not so nicely, when he said his village was ransacked. "Ahhh!" she mused mockingly, nodding, "Now I get." He was asking for something. Literally something. He wanted stuff.

But before she could respond in any significant way, a spark ignited in her mind. Immediately a knife flew out of the woods and she dodged to the right. While the knife sunk into the door frame, she was already in the process of running forward. "Watch out!" she shouted, shoving the man back, as a long fabric flew out of the trees, holding a knife, cutting just where the man was standing it. Luckily though, she had shoved him aside just in time. Gritting her teeth, she glared towards the trees, standing 'protectively' before the man, in a battle-ready stance.

Tela "Fashionista" Powers

"Ooo! Hehe~! Good dodge~e~e~e!" the white-haired girl sing-songed, coming out of the trees. She exposed herself, and rocked on her heels, a lengthy scarf hanging in the air beside her, holding the knife. "Hi hi! How's your morning~?" she asked, looking between the two. "I'm Fashionista! Nice to meet you two!" She chimed sweetly, hands plucking at her skirt, giving a little curtsy to the two. "And you're in our house," she stated.

"That you are." Another gruffer voice came, as a man came out of the woods beside her; he was dangerously flipping a knife in his hands. Clearly he was from The One gang. Then more men revealed themselves. More and more, surrounding the clearing. They all had scowls, frowns, and outright death-glares. Most had knives or blades, weapons of any sort, some had firearms, but hadn't yet shot. They all were The One gang. "And we want it back," he growled his next obvious statement. With that the men charged at the two, screaming loudly, and raising their weapons.

Vira reached for her sword at her side, but then realized instantly she didn't have it there -she was not in her combat attire! This left her momentarily open! Stunned she wasn't grabbing her sword for a fight. A red flash ran through her mind waking her up, and she shoved the man again, barely managing to dodge in time. She leaped back towards the door, as two blades cut where he and she had just been. She reacted instantly, lurching forward, hitting him in the side, hearing the appropriate grunt from him when she struck him. She caught his hand, and cracked it, making him scream out and drop his knife. She instantly turned and flipped him over her. Then two more flashes in her mind showed her the danger that was imminent. Vira then avoided both attacks deftly, and cut the two gang members with the new weapon she now had. Men were rushing into the open door, and Vira felt danger blare in her head like an alarm. She looked upward -there were others still inside! (Actually she thought most people still were). Anyway, they weren't prepared for people attacking, so she had to stop them!

Darting forward, Vira grabbed a man, and yanked him back, flipping him over her. He fell with a shout and a thud. Then she raced inside, and cut another man across his side. He yelped and fell over, his blood splattering on the kitchen walls. This was the time some others had entered, and they noticed she was a threat. They both attacked, but her power showed her exactly how to dodge! She ducked a cut that was aimed at her throat -which, she then retaliated by kicking the man right in the throat. The other man brought a mace down at her. She righted herself, and lurched back just in time to avoid it, hearing it smash against the tiled flooring. Her attacker appeared shocked he had missed, and looked up at her. He got one look at her, before she jabbed a fork and a knife into his eyes. He fell back screaming, knocking down other men who were scrambling through the doorway. She was able to glimpse the area quickly; many men were surrounding the place, women too. They were screaming bloody murder, causing a raucous, racing towards the base. She recognized the eye tats she could spot. The One had brought everyone back! And they were fighting to take back their base. Gunfire suddenly rang out, sending birds squawking away. Vira felt the flashes of danger just in time to duck away as bullets whizzed by and shredded the door frame and other things, sending flying wooden splinters. Then men began to filter in.

Drook @ everyone

Clockwork Syringe · Jun 27, 2018

Jackson was minding his own business, and was about to take a nap, when he heard a loud *CLASH* as if someone was thrown against the floor followed by a loud yelp. Jumping up from his bed, he threw on his gas mask, opened the door and raced down the stairs taking 4 at a time; and almost falling over once or twice. When he got to the bottom floor it was a sight to behold. Vira, not in her combat attire was taking on a large mass of people, and doing considerably well given her circumstances. Not wanting to have her take on everyone all alone, Jackson ran forward boots squeaking and trenchcoat flapping in the air. As an enemy made their way over to Vira, Jackson sucker punched him in the gut utilizing only the first level of his Abnormality. Apparently it was still a lot to handle for this particular goon as it sent him flying into the wall with a loud *WHAM* with the goon moaning, *Wwwwuuuuuuggghhh* before falling face first into the base's concrete floor and becoming unconscious. Turning to Vira, he spoke "And I was just getting used to this place," Jackson sighed. Hitting his right fist into his left palm with an audible *thwack* he spoke, "I guess it was too good to be true huh?"

Drook