The Regal Rper
Mad Scientist
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- Remote Monitoring Disrupted
- Lethal Protocol Engaged
Plague Doctors Deployed
Synopsis
Gaea Glade held many opportunities and choices for the students of the Paean Program. What was inevitable, however, was the magical storm that brewed and would hit the archipelago on their first night. Their next challenge was not one of creatures, combat, or even themselves. Instead, it was their ability to survive the harsh brutality and unpredictability of the storm. Some did not make it, requiring intervention from the Staff to be saved. Most made it through the brunt of the storm and were able to take a brief respite in the night. That morning, they would find the Glade and its ecosystem had changed. The once lush, expansive island had turned into a dry, arid hellscape of dead, rotting vegetation. The soft, wet dirt from the day before had already become dry and torn asunder, revealing the darker layers beneath it alongside entire root systems of uprooted trees and brush. The air was intensely humid, but only temporarily as the harsh sun dried water table of the island. The heat rose by noon to upwards of 120F and by then the air had become dry enough to beginning sapping a soul of all its remaining hydration.
In this new, nearly desert heat, the survivors would find their Blips provided notifications--a first--of a single remaining Oasis on the island and that reaching said zone of habitation would be necessary at least by night as the island would only climb hotter until sundown where then the temperature would begin to plummet and the nocturnal predators would rise from the sun-dried wastes. Against the odds, the survivors managed to make their ways to the Oasis only for true chaos to strike. Separated from each other and cut off from their proctors magically and physically, the survivors had to encounter their newest and perhaps most dangerous challenge yet.
In this new, nearly desert heat, the survivors would find their Blips provided notifications--a first--of a single remaining Oasis on the island and that reaching said zone of habitation would be necessary at least by night as the island would only climb hotter until sundown where then the temperature would begin to plummet and the nocturnal predators would rise from the sun-dried wastes. Against the odds, the survivors managed to make their ways to the Oasis only for true chaos to strike. Separated from each other and cut off from their proctors magically and physically, the survivors had to encounter their newest and perhaps most dangerous challenge yet.
Tags: @Mook-LandStrider BriiAngelic
Location: Silk Cocoon in the outer Oasis located on Gaea Glade
Involved: O Ran'nō Daikumo
Notes: This is an opportunity to go wild. Your characters have extended mana supplies as long as they do not contact webbing and there is no limit to force, outside of collateral damage to eachother.
Prologue The primary magic users were forced to use alternative routes to their destination in the Oasis as foliage was lined with sticky webbing that drained mana when in the proximity. When significantly separated, the two found themselves captured in a massive cocoon of the webbing seemingly impervious to magic.
If not for the severity of its nuisance, the cocoon that surrounded them might be considered nothing less than beautiful. Comprised of the finest, most even silken threads intricately woven together in a beatific fashion wherein the threads seemed to almost be fluid with no distinct pattern. Light from the canopies bled through the webbing, displaying how it was strong enough to withstand impacts from steel despite seeming even more fragile than the blanched white sight of notebook paper. It glimmered as sunlight not only shone through it, but almost down it like optic wire with occasional bundles intersecting to create starlets of silk. These silken threads seemed spread throughout the entire oasis, acting like villi in a digestive system where mana was the macronutrient that fed their growth. Even Gav was not immune to this, although he had no real need for his magical reserves. The cocoon around the two was the first time either had seen the webbing in any significant amount, though.
Almost counter-intuitive to the webbing draining their mana was that the very air they breathed seem to recharge them. The storm from the night earlier filled the water in all its forms with intense magical energy insofar that it not only rejuvenated their previously depleted stores, but almost empowered what they had--as long as they remained out of contact with the webbing. It was sticky to touch, but not impossible to escape from by any margin. Annoying, if anything. Far more troublesome was that any sharp or serrated edge merely glided right off of it. Magical means to clear it was first weakened by absorption then repaired by the thin, prehensile silken strands weaving themselves together as if mending wounds with no small amount of intelligence. Perhaps a mage such as Dantas could break through, perhaps not. In any case, the cocoon seemed impenetrable for the moment.
The thin webbing made a defined perimeter in the trees, but also connected their branches and leaves in what seemed like a faint blue hue, creating eerie, pale blue wisps of cotton all throughout the treeline and draped down like curtains of imported asian silk among the higher, stronger trees.
No matter how beautiful, a prison was still a prison and this cocoon certainly seemed that. Even more when the warden of this prison was introduced.
A shadow loomed from the treeline nearest the large clearing in the center of the cocoon. While there were no birds or fly from the trees, those with sensitive ears could hear the absolute stillness that came from the rest of the fauna. The rustling of leaves near the silken curtains and the shimmering of their almost incandescent glow revealed a large, fur-lined arachnid uncurling its long limbs from around the corner of the clearing. Each limb the size of a young tree, the spider itself nearly as tall as the treeline. Each leg as it appeared showed a dark blue, basically navy belt of fur that soaked in light unlike the silk that almost reflected it. This beast was massive and throughout its fur was lined the same webbing that the plant life was lined with, ready and willing to soak in mana. The size of this creature made it a brute. Slow and insidious, turning through the treeline slowly to reveal its full body. On its back, wrapped almost like a turban, was a massive sac of silk that brought its overall height above even the trees--in fact making the size of this spider somewhat disproportionate like a hermit crab.
The large, black eyes of the arachnid narrowed down on the girls. It stood near them at least a hundred feet away, but its focus was plain as day. It lifted its hindmost legs to scratch the egg sac on its back and in doing so released what seemed like thousands of silken fibers into the air. In doing so came a rain of what seemed like a thousandfold more spiderlings, bright blue in appearance and in distinct contrast to their progenitor. Gliding down using the silk as threads, the spiders began a frantic pace at the two, coating the forest floor in what seemed like a bright blue carpet that encroached upon them hungry for a meal.
Prologue Ditched by Ciel and Sera, separated from the mages, and now split up by a pair of absurd women, Adra and Anges found themselves paired up in a two on one fight during their mission to reach the heart of the oasis.
Midori and Gav had already left the two after being goaded by a woman with admittedly incredible spiritual energy and oddly pink hair. Even if they wanted to follow the two numb skulls, it's not exactly as if they were openly permitted. Barring there way was a woman only slightly taller than the short pink-haired lady and perhaps only a little older. In one hand, she held an aluminium clipboard with a few papers and the other was planted firmly on her waist. A long white lab coat tailored for her lithe body and what appeared to be work attire beneath made her her appear completely out of place. Still, she stood between them and the path the other three had left down just moments ago and it was pretty fair to see this lady had a significant wavelength to her, too, although admittedly nothing compared to the pink haired woman.
"You might as well just let them go get their asses kicked," she explained with a matter-of-factly yet still somehow arrogant tone. "If my research is right--and it always is--you two probably can't even pair up, let alone resonate. Which is .. kind'a important because that's the only way you'd ever have a hope of getting through me," she explained with that same infuriating attitude.
"It's not like you could help anyway. I'd say Shihan could beat all four of you even if you could pair up," she explained, this time at the very least not talking about herself. "Honestly, the only reason I'm here is so that you two don't go try and convince them not to join us," she continued explaining, this time letting out an exasperated sigh upon admitting her actual purpose which itself was somehow insulting even if true.
"It really does suck to be the least important members of a team, huh?" she asked, not once changing her tone. Every word pouring out of her mouth as if it was written in stone. Her stance and body language only worsened the tone she spoke in. Her hair sat bluntly still, a rich but dark orange that flowed down her shoulders accented by her bright blue eyes. They were cutting, really, as if peering into the two like cuts of meat instead of actual people.
Tags: @Phayne
Location: Heart of the Oasis located on Gaea Glade
Involved The Orb Weaver
Prologue As always, the blue-winged 'angel' of the survivors used his natural gifts to reach the oasis first, in no small part frustrated with the in-fighting and lack of efficiency. Ciel found himself literally invited to the deepest part of the forest with promises of peace and protection, so long as he have a pleasant conversation with his host.
"Ah, Mr. Ashforth," said a soft, male voice once Ciel neared the large, silk-covered, tree-like structure at the heart of the Oasis. It must have been at least fifty feet tall. The voice emanated not from any one place, but more so from all around Ciel, as if the very silken threads were vocal chords. This was much unlike the small, purple arachnids that approached him like messengers earlier. This was more... human.
Once in the light, it was quite evident that the structure was no tree. It was more akin to a dense mushroom, definitely some type of algae or fungus. The silken strands that adorned it didn't quite seem natural, but the forest the young man just trekked through was obviously home to many things that were far from natural. The silken path that led Ciel to this location had him bypass plenty of obstacles, like acidic waterfalls, man-eating plants, and even acted as a barrier against some types of hellish predators in the forest. While he might have had reservations at first, it at the very least would not have made sense to bring Ciel all the way here past so many deadly and dangerous perils only to do him harm there. Especially when all this voice asked for was... a conversation.
"You made it. I'm glad," he continued. As he spoke more, one could tell his voice was still definitely masculine and even still human. He seemed more like a meek or timid guy, perhaps a gamer or cubical worker. Humble, but not pathetic. "Though I admit, I'm far more glad they didn't give me a bonehead that approaches every problem in life as if it were a punching bag," he then added. Then came a more cynical, almost sarcastic tone in his voice. It wasn't as refined as it was initially, yet somehow gained a notion of genuine frustration in doing so.
"If you fly up, there's a plateau up here. It's where I've situated my workstation. We can talk in person," he said, giving Ciel a bit of instruction alongside simple explanation. "As promised, you can hear what I have to say, then figure out what you wanna do. If you don't like our proposition, I guess you can just chill while the idiots duke it out," he said, adding on to his previous explanation and elaborating on what was promised when Ciel was offered a solution without fighting or violence. It was, as promised, a simple conversation.
"Oh yes, they call the Orb Weaver, or just Weaver for short," he said finally, forgetting to ever introduce himself.
Tags: Elenion Aura
Location: Oasis located on Gaea Glade
Involved The Aegis
Prologue Serafim was split from the group in perhaps the best way conceivable: by his sister, Ismene. It seemed impossible as she should have been still in long term care, but here she seemed... fine. As if nothing had ever happened. And, now she wanted her brother to talk to someone partly responsible.
The Ismene in front of him seemed to be real. All the right memories, the entirely right attitude, the right jokes, the right secrets. If she was an illusion, she was a perfect one. She couldn't just be some fabrication. There wasn't a trace of demonic essence inside her either nor any direct magic to be sensed. For all intent and purposes, the soul in front of him and the body it inhabited were those of his sister. The path she took was fairly clear and direct. Exactly what she told him. An open beachfront for the lake near the center of the Oasis. It was massive and majestic, but more so fairly clear and open. It didn't seem unsafe, although the forest had already showed some of its hidden fangs.
It was almost impossible to deny the beauty of the lake, though. It's water was unlike almost any one had ever seen. It looked as if it were crystal clear, yet had an impossible azure hue that almost made the water where it was still seem like a giant sapphire. Fish and insects surrounded the waters, and brilliant green plant life grew below. It must have been fifteen or twenty feet before one couldn't make out fine details in the water, and in part that was due to the foliage. It was gorgeous, like diamond in the rough. But, it also felt incredible. Raw magic radiated from the water there more so than anywhere else inside the oasis. It was rejuvenating even to those without the need for mana. The water itself seemed laden with this intrinsic magical force and even those with weak soul perception could probably pick up that this was a pool for magic on the island as much as it was water and the two forces likely worked with each other to keep the oasis alive.
These thoughts were broken, however, when Ismene stopped there walk to point out a long extension into the lake. It seemed like pier made entirely of moss or perhaps a large stone covered in it. Either way, it was definitely enough to support a crowd. Alone on it stood a man crouched over running his hand through the carpet of moss and Ismene pointed him out, noting he was an ally called "Aegis" and he was who they were here to see. After her explanation, she picked up speed into a run, making it to him in no time. He gave her a nod, then looked over Serafim.
Aegis, as he was called, was a relatively short, young man of dark skin with white hair, a thick, black tattoo on his face and neck, wearing relatively simple garments and a stone necklace. He seemed quite serious. Honestly, he had the male equivalent of resting bitch face. That said, Ismene didn't give him any second thought. Upon closer inspection, his hair seemed significantly finer than it looked afar, he wore piercings in his ears, and his eyes were a light brown, somewhat reddish color. Even when he tried to smile, it appeared as if a scowl was on his face. It also looked like he was attempting to force himself to smile. Upon using Soul Perception, it would be fairly easy to see something was somewhat off about him, but at surface value without focusing, it was quite plain that he was a Demon Weapon of some kind.
"You must be Serafim," he said, somewhat stating the obvious. "They call me Aegis, I suppose because my weapon form is a shield. I was also an Earth Shaman, but those days are over," he said, introducing himself. He then extended his hand to Serafirm for a proper shake to complete the greeting.
Tags: The Regal Rper Sir Les Paul
Location: Oasis located on Gaea Glade
Involved The Shihan
Prologue Midori and Gavril were goaded by the mysterious woman with pink hair. She was faster and somehow stronger than both of them, yet alone revealed her wavelength for a minute--and when she did, it was tremendous. She stated she could fight both of them simultaneously, so of course, they ran off to oblige.
She introduced herself as The Shihan. She claimed to be one of the greatest martial artists alive, rivaled perhaps alone by a few Hoshi and Black☆Star himself. It was a bold claim to compare oneself to a Warrior God, yet here she was doing so. Perhaps it was vanity or youthful pride, but neither Midori or Gavril could go without testing it. She insisted that if both of them didn't work together at the very least, it wouldn't even be fun for her. She insisted they start out at their full power, or it wouldn't even be fun. They thought she was boasting. They were wrong.
Midori started only to be beaten and battered around, neither his sword arm or bolts able to touch her. At points, she was too fast to see and even perceive. He had never since the beginning of his training experience this gap in power. He obliged her requests to push himself to his maximum, but her raw skill allowed her to completely shut him down. It didn't seem to matter how fast he was, she made herself faster. More so, her entire body was far more dangerous than his partial weapon transformations as she seemingly effortlessly countered each attack his after images made or could make. It was flawless and left Midori devastated.
Gav followed, pushing himself to his own maximum and brutalizing his body only to be shut down just as hard. The two were just so far beneath her that it was impossible to even compare who lost worse. Of course, then, this led to the two attempting to double team her. As cheap as it felt, the sting of their previous loss lessened the lack of honor this fight had. Even at their maximum speeds, even with their combined skill, they couldn't lay a hand on her. As the fight progressed, they learned to cover the other, defending their blindspots and at the very least preventing this pink haired devil from attacking by countering her when she did. The problem was that even doing this drained their reserves until neither had enough left to continue going at pace that could match her.
To add insult to injury, the two even attempted a resonance technique by merging their wavelengths into a single bolt, but this attempt was stopped in its tracks before it could even be fired. Told it was "too slow" and would "never work in combat", the Shihan literally tore apart their resonance with a tiny insertion of her own wavelength into their bolt of combined energy, causing a catastrophic failure in their resonance which ultimately overloaded and caused immense feedback to both of them. Writhing in pain, the two were out of options and left defeated. Their ditch effort was for Midori to actually turn into a weapon and allow Gavril to fight with him, but before this could even occur, the Shihan simply blurred into existence behind Midori and knocked him out with a harsh chop to the back of his neck.
It was complete and utter defeat.
"The worst part," she said, "is that you're what passes for elites these days." As she spoke, something quite distinctive happened. Her once perfect, spotless skin began to age rapidly, darkening slightly and losing its glow. Her skin folded on itself, becoming covered in countless wrinkles while the pink hue to her hair began to fade into a grey that somehow seemed just as dark as the pink. She lost muscle mass, tone, height, and overall the livelihood in her step. Where there was once abundant, light-footed energy, there was now a rigid, stern stance on a smaller frame.
"Gavril, is it?" she asked, her voice now drier and less effeminate. "You have potential, I won't lie. I see it in you, but it needs beaten out of you like gum on a shoe," she said, "I imagine your current teachers use new, confounded ways to try and make you worth a damn in a fight, but nothing beats the basics."