Fantasy Kill One Hundred Gods

[Selee-01]

The Black Knight
Aaagh bubbled and seethed briefly.
“That bony meat tree thinks to insult me? It’s just a spindly, malnourished spawnling. I have a mind to follow it and mock it. But I shall not. I can play nice.”
Aaagh then finished off its chair, and hissed in contentment.

 

[Birdsie]

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Commander Annex, Warrant Officer Vandes Orathius, Adam Hann


"That's entirely correct," he confirmed Danú's words. "A controversial choice, but I will not have it undermined. If necessary, I'll use my own resources to mitigate any backlash from this choice. You're the only one here with significant tactical skills that aren't undermined by any other traits."

Which is a lie, or at least a half-lie; again, there wasn't a single person among the recruits that wouldn't suck at leadership. She only sucked the least.

Jallaen Annex, Commander of the Gyzyl Ganhor, the Sepal-Slaying Sword of Sheldrake, knew the world of politics and choices as much as warfare. He knew the Regent-Militant was an incompetent fool meant to be a puppet for every party that wanted to use him and had the pull for it; he knew lots of people would disagree with his decision to put an elven girl in charge, and want to stake him for it.

Most people on his spot would actively choose someone subpar for the position, but a human, even despite knowing that she would be the better choice. As someone handpicked by Zao Khan to join his budding armies, those eleven years ago, Annex wouldn't make such a mistake.

He nodded to Warrant Officer Orathius behind him. The man raised his staff, and a thick manila folder flashed into creation. He proffered it to Danú like the torch of leadership.

And then, Pendergast acted out. After openly undermining the commander's decision and making a mockery of all of them, Pendergast left. It was to be expected - it was the nature of things. A recalcitrant dog, stewing in arrogance his entire life, would be a recalcitrant dog, stewing in arrogance for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, Annex had experience with politics. He knew some things other people didn't, such as that a problematic dog can be taught tricks to cover his arrogance with a veneer of discipline, or failing that, that he can be put down.

Suddenly, Annex understood the reason there were Vormloss in this room. Two Vormloss, one of whom knew what she was, and another that didn't realize it fully.

As if struck by epiphany, he understood the reason, and furthermore, he suddenly appreciated High Commander Sigilius's decision a lot more.

"As much as I hate to say this, I think all of you had better run along after Specialist Pendergast," Annex huffed, looking at the exit door with a prim eyebrow. Once everyone began to file out of the room in an orderly manner, Annex turned around and said, "Alice, you will stay. Just for a moment, we need to talk."

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Adam made his way to the equipment room with the rest of the team. He'd been awfully quiet for the entire meeting, aloof. Naturally, a person of his disposition preferred to evade any attention thrown their way, but even he couldn't help but shake his head with closed eyes.

That briefing was something of a poor summertime limerick; a total mess rendered worse by the brass' decisions and then wrung out for maximum disorder by that gentleman with the red cape.

He opened his eyes, daintily. Pure sky-blue color, so live and animated they looked almost unreal, as if glowingly opalescent.

Most people who were aware of the lie that Adam Hann was a Blood and Flower Mage would assume he'd swallowed a magical flower at some point in his life, that gave him those eyes, or perhaps he learned a circulation-increasing technique that gave his face the flush of life.

While moderated by his aloof demeanor, his presence was rather attention-grabbing otherwise. He was remarkably beautiful; the features of his cheekbones and brows so sculpted they appeared to have been done by a master carver going all-out. There wasn't any magic that allowed people to shapeshift, at least not yet, so most people would assume that he looked as such due to his birth.

Others, however, such as Commander Annex when Adam had first met him; the veterans in the ranks of the Ganhor would always pause upon meeting him, for just a second or two, before their eyes were sated. They would have their doubts, if only for those two seconds, because Adam's features had an uncanny similarity to their late master, Zao Khan.

Surely, an incidental occurrence - they justified to themselves. Perhaps the boy was the Khan's distant cousin or nephew, who survived the Descension of Lethos all of those twelve years ago?

Adam was aware of his grand offense. It had been unceremoniously implied to him upon his recruitment by the High Commander, and he knew it from even earlier. He recovered awareness seconds after having killed someone he didn't know, and then knowing what he did was as simple as reading a newspaper the next week and connecting the dots. It was somewhat strange he'd unconsciously chose to appear with the traits of Zao Khan, humanity's deceased commander-in-chief, and it was somewhat troubling his chosen features were the Platonic ideal of humanity, but he chose not to grumble about it: He could have been worse off, and he couldn't change them at this point without compromising himself.

It wasn't too hard to not draw attention in a room with a shoggoth and a woman with four arms, of course. He stayed at the back, closed his eyes, put on his hood, looked down, and never spoke up. That was sufficient to deter even Annex from asking questions or pointing him out, and Annex disliked him besides, despite being reasonably less racist than most humans.

It was a shame the elf girl would discover the truth about their squad. A Vormloss in the ranks. The usual reaction from a human would be outrage and mouth-foaming wrath; the expected reaction from an elf such as her would probably be highly decisive caution, probably to the point of ostracism.

It didn't matter unless she outed him, but she didn't look emotionality-driven enough to do that.

He reached into his locker, ignoring Pendergast who was suiting up beside him.

Pretending to be a Flower Mage wasn't hard. Adam generated a clump of red and pink flowers in his palm, with green and white stems in his hand, then dropped them into his 'pouches,' before affixing 'roses' to his 'bandolier.' During the battle, he'd simply rip them off or from the pouches and bandoliers, and transform them into more useful forms. It wouldn't be suspicious, because Flower Magic was dependent on bonds - the usual assumption would be that his ability to develop bonds was somewhat skewed, and locked into transformation-type abilities, or simply that he preferred to use such abilities and modified the bond as much as possible to gain such abilities as a result. Like magical eugenics.

Pretending to be a Blood Mage was even easier. All he needed to do was make enough space his forearm, generate a pressure-based trigger mechanism, and then make a sort of lamprey mouth under the skin of his hand. He'd crystallize blood in his forearm, separate it in a chamber, then fire it like from a gun. Blood crystal daggers. He could do the same for shooting liquid blood sprays or creating blood constructs, though he obviously struggled with things like blood whips, or accurately simulating the mechanics of hypertension most Blood Mages had. If a Blood Mage with a couple of years of experience decided to cut his wrist, it usually spelled disaster for everyone else in the room. Their clothes, at least, if not their flesh which is susceptible to bashing damage via being hosed down with the equivalent of a one-hundred-liter drum of blood pouring out of the mage in question in a few seconds.

"That was quite the outcry, in that briefing room," Adam commented to Sir Richard in a plain manner, packing more flowers into his satchel, and affixing a particularly hefty gourd to his bandolier. When needed, he'd rip it off, use his natural shapeshifting abilities to fill it with gas, and then toss it. While he wasn't a Flower Mage, that didn't prevent him from copying their deeds, and an exploding gourd that contained poison was one of the techniques he'd observed during his training drills, earlier that week. "It might put you on his, 'shit-list,' as they say. Are you willing to make that wager?"

 

[Gravitys Momentum]

Name: Taliesin
Location: GG HQ

Taliesin just noted things down in a small journal as he listened to the conversations going around.

Who was against who, what kind of things they were doing, who would be amicable to him. All sorts of information that he could infer things from.

He would need all the help he could get, especially if they were going to go against gods. The ex-farmer closed their journal and his companions began to leave the room. He followed after them, not speaking because he didn’t want to intrude but going at a lax pace to be considered at the last place of the group.

Hopefully he would come out of this alive.

 

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  "Oh come on, there ain't some big conspiracy what's gonna-"
  
  Before Eva could respond to Danu's self-deprecating lecture, her attention was drawn by the... priest?
  
  What the hell was a priest doing in the Gyzyl Gamor anyway? What's he prayin' to? Eh, maybe he's from one'a those new religious movements popping up. Hear about pantheists, animists, wiccans and weird nature-worshippers, and dudes that worship gods they make up, since fake gods can't kill ya'. Probably just one'a those, so- that son of a bitch.
  
  "Speak for yourself, priest. You may got some issues with size but don't go projecting that shit onto me!"
  
  She notably didn't touch on the subject of egregore-fucking, and much to her appreciation the attention was once again brought away from her and the priest by 'Richard' storming out of the room she would speak one last time before saluting the commander and walking out.
  
  "Woah, what a dick."
  
  She internally high-fived herself at that, before looking to the shoggoth.
  
  "Don't worry bud, you don't need bones for us to know you got a heart'a gold."
  
  As she filed out of the room, again between Danu and the Priest. At this time she took the chance to examine the rest of her squad. There was the shoggoth, of course, though Eva didn't particularly care much about the fact that it was an amorphous blob, members of her order were pretty accepting of other races given their philosophy of walking the earth, meeting countless beings along the way, though this particular shoggoth's dietary preferences were questionable to say the least, it wasn't the man-eating horror many believed, or so she thought. There was the elf, Eva could tell she'd make a great leader and, not being entirely understanding of the ramifications of her leading the squad, just figured she needed a confidence boost, her physical attractiveness may also have added a bit to Eva's overall opinion. There was the lich, noted with envy by Eva as Lichdom, to all Evokers, is an end-goal worthy of aspiring to. She didn't note Adam all that much, being too busy staring at his muscular figure than his face to see any deviations. The horned man she likewise assumed was just a bit of flower magic gone awry, though his vocabulary seemed to leave a lot to be desired and she couldn't get much of a read on him. Fen, Kalai and Taliesin seemed a pair of run-of-the-mill soldiers at a glance, while the priest? She could tell they wouldn't get along, to say the least. Less so than the vormloss. Admittedly it was about a 6/10 chance this vorm was a spy, but if that were the case then so would be the priest, and if that's the case this mission is doomed before it starts, though Eva, an optimist as always, knew not every vormloss chose the circumstances of their birth, and would keep an open mind up until it tried to stab anyone, especially since the commander seemed to have the situation under control. The priest on the other hand would get no merciful treatment from her. They had both just joined the military, and Eva remembered a wonderful tradition practiced in the Evoker's society, one called hazing. She would be sure to introduce the man to it given a chance. For now though, she just waddled out of the room.
  
  
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[Noble Scion]

Alice Riverden - GG HQ

Spoiler: Appearance

Alice gave the commander a curt nod and remained seated while her allies made their way into the adjacent room, lazily watching after each one as they left and pondering on whether or not they could be useful based on first impressions. For the most part it was a resounding 'no', but then again, she didn't know what any of them could do, which was to be expected.

"I am here to serve." the demon said with a mischievous, playful smile once the room was fully emptied out. "In.. Any way, of course." she giggled with a flirtatious lilt, casting her strangely perfect red eyes over him and sizing him up as she waited for the special instructions she was most likely to receive, her eyes narrowing into something more sly.

Interactions: Birdsie
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[Celestial Speck]

Serve The World

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Fight For Freedom​

Tenryuu quickly realized one thing. That these... 'Adults' had seemingly the same amounts of responsibility and personality as children in the route of becoming teenagers. While he didn't understand much of the group's own thoughts, feelings, and personalities, what he did know was the fact that many of these people probably shouldn't be here. Not because of skill, it was clear everyone here had great skill and power. No, these people weren't soldiers. They weren't 'blades.' A blade is meant to be wielded perfectly by its master and cut through their enemies. Not bite bark and cut them instead of the ones in front of them, and people like Richard showed plenty well that fact.

If it wasn't their personality, then it was their overall disposition for fighting or being here in general. Many were laid back-- either ever-so-awfully confident or not wanting to be here at all. There was something awfully wrong with the slayers, but he wasn't one to judge. He was a blade. He was meant to be wielded. To find his wielder-- and serve then until his last breath comes out. Whether or not some man claiming to be famous wanted to prove his superiority or some Shoggoth wants to join them alongside a priest, he, by all means, isn't in a place to judge. He is a blade, and nothing else.

Serve The World
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...And besides, judging by the fact the woman with a very eccentric appearance stayed here despite everyone else being ordered to go, he had a feeling he wouldn't need to do anything about the situation.

Crack, crack.

It was a cold day for Tenryuu like it has been for the past 15 years. Sometimes it was warm. Sometimes it was cold. Sometimes both. To him, this was simply another day in his life. He knew of the importance of this day. What it meant to his family. What it meant to him. Yet he wasn't able to muster a smile of excitement. A groan of worry. A shake of fear. A hint of doubt. Tenryuu simply knew his mission, and how to follow through with it: Find a wielder willing to hold him. Follow their orders. Kill the gods. And pass the knowledge and power claimed to his family so the next generations can grow strong.

He knew was missing something. He knew he should feel something. And that was perhaps what he truly felt. The unmistakable feeling of not feeling a thing.

This was his first time truly alone and this far away from his home. He knew of the story of the world and why he was here, he was no exile or hermit. No, what he didn't know yet was the curse civilization caused on people like him. The true challenge his family branch went through. Balance.

...He stared at his hand as he pressed his finger too hard on the other ones, as a small, unnoticeable trail of blood came about.

...

Closing his hand, Tenryuu stepped outside, only giving the room one last look, not saying a word.

 

[Birdsie]

Noble Scion

Commander Annex, Warrant Officer Vandes Orathius

"Let me put this simply. You're a very persuasive individual, Specialist Riverden," Commander Annex said, turning around to face her. His expression was cold, like a steel anvil that won't crack from even a thousand hammer-blows. His voice raised, as he continued to speak and paced in front of her, "And Specialist Pendergast is very troublesome. He is creating problems for me; for our organization, and he will continue to do so. It's to be expected - he's confident in himself, domineering, inflexible. But that doesn't mean he can't be reasoned with. I'd like you to persuade him not to be a thorn in my side, during the mission, and I will reward you for it. It doesn't matter how you do it, so long as he gets the message."

Annex took one look at the Vormloss in front of himself. Six years ago, his next words, their very context, would be unthinkable. A younger version of himself would never compromise deontological morality for effectiveness, not to this degree.

This one wasn't quite so stupid, not quite so young. "If he adamantly refuses to find you moving, then I won't reward you. You might think that unfair, but it's not." Annex furrowed his eyebrows, with a look of grim deliberation. "If he happens to decline, then I believe you'll find that you can reward yourself. All I ask for is subtlety and finesse."

 

[Churl]

Brother Dylas Gresh

GG HQ, Locker Room

The priest followed the group out, privately noting the female being who was asked to stay. Was she a- hm, no. Almost certainly not, it’s a miracle from the heavens he was even able to join, and that had only come from a long interrogation and a mass murder to show he was as in the up as could be expected.

He doesn’t respond to the Darkling’s comment, but does get a spring in his step from her annoyance. He hadn’t bothered matching the rumors he heard to a face, but given the reaction he could assume she was the person in question. He didn’t much care if the rumors were true or not (all urges were sinful anyhow, so there was little to earn in distinguishing them), it was all about managing to needle his compatriots without being made a target. There wasn’t an agenda behind such actions, it was just an experiment as he learned to socialize with those outside the Library. An entertaining one.

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[Noble Scion]

Alice Riverden - GG HQ

Spoiler: Appearance

"Ah, of course. Though I should think that the honour of being trusted with such a unique mission be sufficient enough, I seek reconciliation for myself after all." the Vormlossian chuckled as she stood up, making her way to the door before turning her head to give the commander one last trickle of a smile. "Although maybe some better fitting clothes would be nice... I'll see what I can do." And with that, she left, leaving the stern man to contemplate whatever military veterans like to think about.

Arriving at the locker room where everyone seemed to be finishing up introductions and preparing themselves for the journey ahead. "Peacekeeper for gods now peacekeeper for men.." she mumbled absently to herself, making a mental note of whom she had to try and persuade to not incite violence between members, Pendergast, from what she'd seen though, they had a foul temper and most certainly were not the type of person she liked to spend her time with, but sacrifices must be made in the pursuit of greatness.

Taking a deep breath, Alice crossed the room and made her way to the one name Richard Pendergast. "Honourable Richard Julius Pendergast, I have been tasked with serving as your bodyguard as to lose you would be a terrible wound to the land of Sheldrake. My talents are yours to wield and I will do my best to make your ventures... Pleasurable~" A lie, but one that would make her little side-mission much easier. "If you have any requests just let me know and I will try my best." she smiled coyly, taking a gentle bow before taking a seat on her own tail, her forked tongue rolling in her mouth as she considered what the future might entail.

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[Selee-01]

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The Shoggoth bubbled with happiness, and glided after the group. It was eager for the mission, and even more eager for the food.
“Let us go now, humans! Death, pain and food are on our path!”

 

[The Black Knight]

Character Name: Richard Pendergast
Location: GG HQ, Locker Room
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Richard was seated on a bench with a large rifle between his legs and leaning against his right one. In his left hand, he held a glass vial that he slowly inverted, examining the purple liquid that rolled to one side and then to the next. The narrow-eyed, furrowed-brow gaze he was giving it was not the gaze any man would give to what would be his ammunition. He was checking the liquid for clumps or any other substances that could have grown or contaminated the chemical within. After his inspection, he leaned down to load the vial into the gun as the young man next to him decided to share his thoughts about his earlier behavior:

The was quite the outcry, in that briefing room…

The rifleman said nothing as he locked and loaded the vial with a delightful click and clack—that sound always sounded good.

It might put you on his, ‘shit-list,’ as they say. Are you willing to make that wager? His locker mate ( Birdsie ) had spoken about Commander Annex as though he had spent long enough with him. Richard hadn’t known anything about the commander besides the stupidity he displayed in the debrief room.

“We’re all on his shit list. We’re being thrown into a suicide mission with no intel. Nothing can get shittier than that not even death. Death would be a respite. I’m not a soldier. I’m a hunter. I didn’t sign up to join some fucking army. I came here to kill bloody gods and nothing more, so if he’s looking for people to march around, he can fuck off. He sent the wrong man. He should have sent his men—if he had any. Probably killed them all off by throwing them to the slaughter. It seems to be a useful Red Slayer tactic.”

Richard reached down to inspect his remaining vials.

Honourable Richard Julius Pendergast… ( Noble Scion )

His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he lowered his vial. His grey orbs rolled from the object over to the odd creature who resembled a demon. She was to be his bodyguard? He was lost for words. Why was this thing his bodyguard? I suppose it could have been worse… he mused as he imagined the giant booger ball ( Selee-01 ).

At her emphasis on pleasurable, Richard’s nose wrinkled a little. No; definitely not. She had known his full name, and he knew no one in that room had had a damn clue who he was.

If you have any requests just let me know and I will try my best.

“Yes. Of course…” Richard rose from the bench and pointed at the backpack. “You can carry my bag and try not to break anything. The things that make me a ‘terrible loss to Sheldrake’ are in there. It wouldn’t do me or this team any good if anything in that bag broke.”

Richard stood and slipped three vials within the loops of his weapons belt. He then shouldered his rifle and headed toward where this Maverick was.

 

[Birdsie]

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Adam Hann
Equipment Room

There were a lot of responses that Adam felt tempted to give. Remarks indicating his own refusal of orders, a humorous allusion to 'fondling the deceased and festering balls of Zao Khan,' and more. Such responses were crude and unfit to facilitate useful communication. Especially the last one, which felt profoundly disrespectful.

Adam looked down, thinking about that, as he shoved a blazing tulip with ethereal sparks of spirit visible in vein-like vessels within its petals.

"From what I heard, his strategic decisions were overruled," Adam responded, instead. Conversational, non-confrontational. "I've seen Annex fight. He could beat any of us in a straight fight and have enough steam left to go dancing on our corpses."

That much was true at least. Adam's knowledge of his past was succinct at best: He was a Vormloss, an enemy of mankind, and he was Zao Khan's slayer in disguise. No one except himself and a couple, select individuals were privy to this information. He knew, however, that he was meant to be a killer and a spy - and some of those instincts persisted, despite not having the physical memory for training. It often showed during spars - he would over-extend himself, moving in a burst of super-speed, then realizing he wasn't supposed to be this fast. While a trained spy would normally be much better at covering themselves up, these were just instincts. It was messy.

But once he learned to control himself, to an acceptable degree, he began to snoop around. Not enough for it to be suspicious, but just enough to be aware of his surroundings, his environment.

Commander Annex didn't get his position for being a skilled leader. At least not only for that. Adam had managed to glimpse Annex sparring against a pack of ferocious direwolves in a private training room on the fifth floor of the building.

He was, to Adam's reckoning, a true master of the Four Seasons - specializing in fire and lightning techniques that should have been, by his current understanding of that branch of magic, impossible. He'd seen the man slinging bolts of soulfire that burned away aspects of personality, memory, and spirit in addition to body mass, and devoured the opponent's magic. Six of the wolves dropped in an occurrence of brain death, alive but no longer interested in eating their prey. Annex then cast a bolt of green lightning, which somehow infused the braindead direwolves with vital galvanism, giving them a facsimile of life and raising them up as powered servants; defeating the remaining members of their pack with the same zest they had in life, and twice the savagery.

It was nothing short of true mastery of the art, Adam was sure of it.

More terrifyingly, Adam wasn't sure if Commander Annex didn't know any other magics. The commander was handpicked by Zao Khan, and Zao Khan was far more powerful and versatile than techniques of that sort - he could tell so even from vague glimpses of ephemeral memories, visiting his thoughts at night and in moments of lowered attention.

But the man had years to practice his magic. Someone like Richard would have been a teenager when Annex was beginning his coaching from the Khan. Years to master the Four Seasons, and perhaps gain aptitude for some other stolen gifts.

Well, he definitely wasn't a Sealer or a Flower Mage. He didn't carry the implements of those arts, which left a handful of arts he could still be using. It was a mystery that Adam resolved himself to crack early on, but hadn't made any progress in. The latest three weeks were full of busywork. Training drills, minor requests... Beh.

"Either way, I'll see you in the Maverick," he said, clapping Richard on the arm as he walked past him, shrouded in a motley of colorful flowers, mostly in shades of deep, passionate red, or delicate pink-whites.

 

[Celestial Speck]

The Black Knight | Birdsie | Noble Scion | Churl​

While Tenryuu was a man that normally didn't like, or rather, didn't know how to talk with people very well, he had to admit, that even someone like him wouldn't enjoy talking to Richard very much. From what he could see in the Equipment Room between another figure who used clothes relatively similar to his own-- and had an appearance that while not similar in the slightest, gave the horned man the distinct impression that he was from the same land he was from- Richard was still unchanging and extremely boastful in his self. While being confident is no sin, there was a clear distinction between being confident in one's skill and simply being a dog that only knows how to bite.

Despite this, his overall view of Richard didn't exactly drop. The man lived in comfort, from what he could tell, and that largely played a role in his confidence and personality, but despite this, he couldn't care less what he thought of others or Zhao Khan. While he would recognize his strength, his own personality would be his downfall.

...And from the looks of it, perhaps that would soon happen. Alice's appearance, while not as uncomfortable to look at such as the Shoggoth, clearly didn't excite any body parts of his own. Her actions and words, did, however, confuse him. Her? Bodyguard? Why would one offer a bodyguard to a rookie, said bodyguard being a rookie as well...? In the depths of his memories, he reminded himself of Richard's words, claiming, or at least implying he was relatively famous. Perhaps it was true...?

...Hmm, nope. Still can't tell who he is.

Regardless, despite being naive in his social skills department, Tenryuu knew things most likely weren't as simple as they seemed. Commander Annex was certainly a calm and wise man, although he could tell he wasn't someone to care all that much about reputation or 'being famous.' In some terms, his own family was perhaps famous, but that didn't give any free passes to him, either, despite being the next head of the clan. From what he could clearly tell, this was likely Annex and this woman preparing to pull a rather cruel lesson on Richard.

Either that or Annex was forced to... 'Fondle their balls.' He liked to believe that wasn't the case.

The other man, Adam, soon left, offering calm and a lack of emotion that Tenryuu couldn't help but approve. His wording would perhaps be much different, but Adam acted in a way he likely would while interacting with Richard as well. Despite that, the poor woman would, unfortunately, be left with carrying the man's bags for the remainder of this mission, from the looks of it. Or, the remainder of her life, if she really was his bodyguard.

"If the leader allows it, I'll carry some of it." He spoke to Alice, no particular tone on his voice. "Carrying so much would likely hinder your ability as a bodyguard."

Bodyguard or not, they were going to a dangerous location, and mobility would probably be a good thing to focus on. He can't afford to have someone die so quickly because someone gave them too much weight, and they happily accepted it. Regardless, his attention quickly and swiftly turned itself away from the woman(?) and back to his personal belongings.

Closing his locker and placing his own small pouch behind his back, he pulled a small book for him to read. 'Make Out Paradise', or something. Funny book. Really made him confused, though. However, he couldn't help but smile at the sheer silliness and prose of the book, as he too made his way towards the Maverick, dodging members of the group despite his eyes not entirely being focused on them.

His eyes did, however, stare at the back of the preacher, as if expecting him to suddenly grow wings and try and fly into someone's face, before he spoke a single thing to him, as well.

"I really hope you aren't lost here, preacher. This isn't exactly where we'd see people like you."

With a smile after saying those words, Tenryuu seemingly relaxed, before going back to reading his book, his finger flipping through each page carefully, a smile that definitely isn't worth the same as the quality of the book in his face.

 

[Noble Scion]

Alice Riverden - GG HQ

Spoiler: Appearance

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"... Naturally." Alice smiled after him as he made his way away, rising off her tail before picking up the bag and lingering for a moment, giving Adam a knowing smirk before heading off after her quarry, with the sack of leather hugged against her chest.

The offer of someone else to help carry the bag was kind, but it went against what she was trying to do, that being make an amicable first impression "Thank you, but I'll be quite alright. A little bag isn't going to impede me, and I need to be able to give it to him at a moment's if its contents are so important."

Bumping up her pace, Alice caught up to the man with relative ease, arriving at his side once again, with a soft smile. "So then, I think it might help us in the future if we were to both talk a little bit more about ourselves. My name is Alice, and as you could probably tell, I use a form of shapeshifting, so to speak. Care to share anything about yourself?" she bumbled, seemingly happy in tone as she swayed playfully from side-to-side, her tail following suit behind her as it trailed along.

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[Gravitys Momentum]

Name: Taliesin
Current Location: Locker Room

Taliesin took out his equipment out of his locker and quickly strapped on his wooden backpack and equipment. He looked like a walking inventory of haberdashery, with bits and bobs hanging off of him.

He was slightly worried because the only weapons he had were a shovel and sickle. He didn’t have any Flowers or a Garden, only books on the theory of Flower Magic. At least Taliesin was skilled in swinging a shovel.

“Oh thou ancestors, watch over me as I trek into lands of wild and bloodshed.”

With a quick prayer to alleviate his fears, Taliesin let out a breath and calmed down, continuing to suit up.

 

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  Eva Akkala: Armory/Locker Room
  
  Stepping into the equipment room, Eva would idly look around, making mental notes of each weapon and why she would probably not be able to use it effectively.
  
  Swords? Nah, swingin' that'll just tire me out 'fore I can use any spells... Axes? Eh, too heavy. Guns? Too much of a kick... Daggers? Already got one... Whips..? Heh, maybe after the war... Crossbow? Hmmm...
  
  For some reason she thought the crossbow would work quite well for her, but decided against it regardless, as she would need both hands free at all times to actually be useful to the group and doubted she could draw it quickly enough to make much of a difference, so instead she grabbed the whip off the rack, seemingly for no reason but figuring it would be useful at some point, maybe as a grappling hook or to freak out that little priest gremlin. She headed off into her lockeroom and as was audible to anyone outside, she spent the next five or ten minutes taking a shower. With this in mind she would be the last person to arrive on the Maverick, having just dried off and having blowdried her hair. In her mind there was absolutely nothing wrong with this at all, despite the fact that she likely delayed takeoff a good bit. Though, the maverick itself she found quite unpleasant to sit in, and visibly shuddered as she took a seat on one of the fleshy benches. Her attention would shift then to the scandalous cover of the book Tenryuu was reading, causing her to giggle a bit.
  
  "Heh, whatcha' readin' there buddy?"
  
  She pointed to his book,
  
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[Selee-01]

Aaagh
Location: Armory

Aaagh slithered through the Armory, caching a few daggers and a sword within its mass. If it got hungry, it would have a suitable snack. After that, it glides over to Taliesin.

Gravitys Momentum
“What are you doing, farmer human?”

 

[Gravitys Momentum]

Name: Taliesin
Current Location: Locker Room

The literal booger slithered over to him and Taliesin stifled a gasp at the strange being. He had never seen one of these before, maybe not alive advice he had definitely seen snot and vomit.

What are you doing, farmer human?

“Um, I would have to say putting on my equipment like everybody else. I have some pretty neat mundane things that I bought.”

Taliesin demonstrates his steel and wooden shield which with the click of a button emerged out multiple shields forming a barrel around him.

“I thought this was a pretty neat thing so I spent a lot of my money on this thing in preparedness for the battles ahead.”

Interactions: Selee-01

 

[Celestial Speck]

Space Buddha
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Tenryuu couldn't help but stare at the Maverick with confusion.

It was large, and it reminded him of the dragonflies back in his home, those types that while creepy, simply flew around in lakes and didn't do much of importance. But the sheer mass and appearance of the object, as well as the fact it seemed alive couldn't give him the distinct impression he was walking directly into the belly of a beast, which was, in all honesty, quite accurate. For some reason, the fleshy interior of the being that most likely was located up in its stomach was where they were meant to go. Thankfully, no acid or poison, or...Wet parts were present on the flying, organic object.

Regardless, he still couldn't tell whether or not this thing was properly alive or not. Although every so often, he could almost feel it shift or tremble. His eyes seemed less focused on the book at the moment and more at how strong of an attack he'd need to use to be able to break free from here if this is a trap. Until then, not unless he was absolutely sure he and the others were about to be eaten by a giant insect for some reason, he'd rest in...Whatever sort of resting area, be indeed some sort of seat, or otherwise, inside it.

The chances of it were thankfully really low. Unless there was a really convoluted reason the GG needed them dead...And did so by melting them alive in an insect's stomach.

However, he found that his quiet analytical nature made him miss the opportunity of reading the quick chapter of his book, and as such, something quite unusual happened before he could put it away- someone asked about it. Tenryuu turned his attention to the grey-skinned, dark-haired woman a few meters away from him. His mind tried to pull any connections to her, and thankfully, he did so. He reminded herself she was the same woman that congratulated, and surprisingly, wasn't scared of the Shoggoth. What was her name...?

The cover of the book wasn't anything special aside from its title. It featured cartoonish depictions of a man and a woman running together and smiling. Despite this, the horned man stared at her as she giggled before he looked down at his book. Right. She knows he's reading a book. She probably wants to know what he's reading, right...?

"It's a romance book," He replied, no shame in his voice. "It talks about a man and a woman finding out about love with one another at a young age, and the experiences they have with it. It's meant to shine a light on how people develop relationships and their experiences with it."

He paused, before looking at her.

"Why do you ask? Do you want to read it?"

 

[Space Buddha]

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  "Sure, I'll bite. Hand'er over"
  
  Eva, if given the book, would attempt to find the most scandalous page and would read it aloud to the entire cargo hold. If there were no such pages, she would look disappointed and hand it back to Tenryuu
  
  
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Space Buddha
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Tenryuu would give Eva his book, and as he stared confusedly as she flipped through the pages, she would at most find some really minor things that were mildly cheesy but accurate to real life, while also having some good descriptions of the male and (especially) female characters, in a way that didn't seem to detriment the story.

Unaware to both Tenryuu and especially Eva, as the first book of the series, the insanity of the author hadn't really reached its full extents as the characters were still quite young, so, at most, all she read was a surprisingly decent book that talked about young love and the nature of it quite well. While sometimes the story seems like it'll go in another direction, it somehow managed to come back to the main story while attaching all the originally seemingly needless stuff and showing the protagonist and the female lead breaking up by the end, although, going on their ways in life, still as friends, but grown-up as people and better humans overall.

It was an 8.5/10, pretty good book- hey, wait. That wasn't the point, was it--

Regardless, at some point, despite having Eva finished it or not, Tenryuu simply picked back the book, before holding it against his chest, staring at Darkling girl with a quiet expression on his face. "...I don't have another copy, but if you get paid, you might be...Able to buy it. If you liked it, that is." He seemed completely and utterly unaware of her ulterior motives. In his eyes, after all, this just seemed to be a girl that took an interest in what he was reading, for some reason.

"...What's your name?" Straight to the point once more. To him, it's better if he just knows about it right now rather then later, when it'll likely become inconvenient to not know about her name. And, while Tenryuu isn't one to talk, it'd just feel odd to end the interaction after she had finished reading his book. He should at least have the common courtesy of asking that sort of question to her instead of going quiet.

 

[Selee-01]

Name: Taliesin
Current Location: Locker Room

The literal booger slithered over to him and Taliesin stifled a gasp at the strange being. He had never seen one of these before, maybe not alive advice he had definitely seen snot and vomit.

What are you doing, farmer human?

“Um, I would have to say putting on my equipment like everybody else. I have some pretty neat mundane things that I bought.”

Taliesin demonstrates his steel and wooden shield which with the click of a button emerged out multiple shields forming a barrel around him.

“I thought this was a pretty neat thing so I spent a lot of my money on this thing in preparedness for the battles ahead.”

Interactions: Selee-01

Aaagh molded its mass into a roughly serpentine pillar, about as tall as a human, with multiple tentacles spreading across the ground to support itself. Aaagh quivered in a way vaguely like a nod.

“Snacks are important for a journey. I will enjoy fighting at your side.” Aaagh then splashed to the ground and poured into the Maverick, finding a suitable place to coil up.

 

[LostHaven]

Faust Windfallow

The Maverick | Space Buddha Celestial Speck (And everybody else I can't be fucked to ping)​

The lich took his sweet time before boarding their transport. He didn't pay a visit to the armoury, nor the locker room - his first course of action was to head straight home as fast as his undead body would carry him, and grabbed the first book he saw on his desk, without even bothering to check the title. Entertainment during the ride was imperative, after all. Then, he grabbed a random bottle of ale from the shelf, and tucked it somewhere within his tattered robes.

Now completely set for the mission ahead, Faust headed back toward the Maverick, and much to his relief (maybe?), he wasn't the last one onboard. Finding a comfortable-looking seat (they were actually all the same), Faust practically crashed into it before pulling out the bottle of ale (which only now did he realize was not cheap ale, but one of his prized, bottles of hellishly ecpensive, high-class wine), he pulled the cork with a very loud 'pop', before inserting a (rather long) straw into the bottle and began to drink at a leisurely pace. Following this, he took out the book, which was in reality a very, very explicit 'romance' novel named 'The Orc and the Elf Princess', and began to read.

 

[Churl]

Brother Dylas Gresh

The Maverick

Mentions: Celestial Speck

Interaction: Space Buddha LostHaven Selee-01 Anyone else on The Maverick

The priest had settled into a window seat, but was frowning at nothing in particular. It seems he had ended up attracting a few stares despite his efforts to blend in. Well, effort is a bit of a strong word. More like he didn’t go out of his way to attempt to garner attention. It seems he shall now, though, if only so the antlered man’s statement wouldn’t be echoed back at him all day.

Standing, Brother Dylas politely coughed.

“I understand that my path raises a few eyebrows, and also that few wish to hear a life story, so I shall keep this brief. I am indeed a holy man, and one that follows the 100 gods themselves. My order is, er, was the Theoligistrates, holy scholars and warriors. I am the last one. I am not a spy nor do I renounce my beliefs. I believe this mission is indeed my destiny. I am here to chronicle what may be the last book in the gospel of the gods, and I am suffered in this team because of the knowledge I have in matters of theology as well as my ability to provide support in offense or healing. Thank you for your time.”

 

[Selee-01]

Brother Dylas Gresh

The Maverick

Mentions: Celestial Speck

Interaction: Space Buddha LostHaven Selee-01 Anyone else on The Maverick

The priest had settled into a window seat, but was frowning at nothing in particular. It seems he had ended up attracting a few stares despite his efforts to blend in. Well, effort is a bit of a strong word. More like he didn’t go out of his way to attempt to garner attention. It seems he shall now, though, if only so the antlered man’s statement wouldn’t be echoed back at him all day.

Standing, Brother Dylas politely coughed.

“I understand that my path raises a few eyebrows, and also that few wish to hear a life story, so I shall keep this brief. I am indeed a holy man, and one that follows the 100 gods themselves. My order is, er, was the Theoligistrates, holy scholars and warriors. I am the last one. I am not a spy nor do I renounce my beliefs. I believe this mission is indeed my destiny. I am here to chronicle what may be the last book in the gospel of the gods, and I am suffered in this team because of the knowledge I have in matters of theology as well as my ability to provide support in offense or healing. Thank you for your time.”

Aaagh considered that.

"So you respect the gods? So do I! Anything that can kill me is worthy of a little respect. Tell me more about these gods. I know little of the surface world except that some plant got killed and turned into a communal dwelling."