Realistic or Modern Mission 3

[Xemanorth]

Kirill wasn't exactly sure as to how he was supposed to go about doing what Tristan was asking of him, on account of his size and weight, it was dreadfully difficult to move without making much sound. What was he expecting him to do, float there? The half-breed wondered to himself, though then an idea crossed his mind. He couldn't float, he knew nothing of magic, but he could do the next best thing that would at least guarantee the fact that he'd take off quietly, the landing, he couldn't help but make some noise during, though he hoped that by then he'd be close enough to trigger the banshee.

Admittedly, standing long jumps weren't something he practiced often, if ever but he trusted in his ability to do that over his ability to sneak his way over without making much sound. The half-demon attempted to wrest his hand out of Sang's grasp, should she still be holding onto it in an effort to keep him in place, only then reminded of his presence which only continued to baffle him more and more. He shook his head in an attempt to focus his mind, now was not the time to think about whatever ulterior motives the sultry, sanguine temptress may have had. They were in the middle of a mission after all!

Kirill took in a slow, deep breath through his mouth and nostrils, it took time for the big, burly guy to fill his lungs, but it was preferable to rushing things and garnering the attention of that blind Pan's Labyrinth looking thing anyday, he was just glad he didn't have those same creepy eyes on the palms of his hands, then again, he'd been holding onto that staff tight since his entrance, so there wasn't any real proof that he didn't have such things either. Whatever the case may have been, the half-breed turned in place, bending at the knees in a form of half-squats in an effort to limber up as his large, burly arms swing past his sides to keep his balance, preparing for liftoff.

He counted down in his mind, though spontaneity, as always, was a strong suit of his and so he took off exactly one count ahead of the presumed end of his countdown, surprising even himself as his mass suddenly lerched forward in a mighty leap, beginning to fly in a long and fairly high arch through the room toward the banshee. He hoped his leap alone had been enough to carry him the distance, if not, upon landing, he'd immediately make a second one, this one toward the banshee as well, a sort of forward slide in an effort to further close the distance if need be until he'd hopefully cross that invisible line that triggered the banshee's wailing. As soon as he could manage it, he'd bring his meaty palms to his ears and prepare for the worst, grimacing on account of his awkward landing. The benefits of this particular plan were obvious, the success rate was much higher, at least in Kirill's mind to Tristan's idea, and the swiftness at which the half-demon was able to complete it was also much more concise, but it left little room for others to act while he went about completing it, should they have things they needed to time perfectly, they'd have to be in the know regarding what was going on and have their reactions be on point to take advantage of the brief window of opportunity to act before the Banshee would begin its harrowing chorus.
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[June Verles]

Celena would wince as she covered her ears as the pain from the banshee's scream washed over her body, she didn't particularly want to know what it felt like to be flash banged. Sighing she would get up from the ground, as her attempt to summon Hades was inefficient, wherever that was lucky or not.

In the end though unlike people here Celena didn't appear all that stocked to be here, don't get her wrong the moment they heard there were delving into Pandora's box she was scared out of her mind, but after spending some time in "pandora's box" if this is what it really was, she just thought that this was nothing like the books. Like what in Hades was that monk thing meant to be? Where was the mythological accuracy? Did this mean that Pandora knew nothing about the world? Or did it mean that the rest of us knew nothing about the ancient Greeks?

Mumbling to herself under her breath she would cover her ears at the behest of Tristan's orders, wishing that she remembered to record the new episode of My small foal, companionship is fantastical.
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[Morzone]

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"Tch." Theo clicked his tongue in annoyance as the Snake managed to get past his flames. Why had Qerres jumped on the Snake anyway? None of their other physical attacks had done anything beyond dislodging a scale or two, and now he couldn't even put up a decent wall of flames without burning her.

But his annoyance with the demon promptly vanished as she was thrown from the snake, crashing hard to the ground. She was bleeding -though not too badly- and appeared heavily dazed. Theo's first reaction was to move toward her, to see if she was ok, but he'd only taken a single step when Elora's shouted out the order to Burn the snake while they could. She was right, that thing had defense and offense for days, and if it got out of its daze before they could kill it, they wouldn't be able to stun it like that again. Besides, he reasoned to himself as he turned toward the reptilian monster again, She'll be able to rest much with this thing dead than with it rampaging around.

The flames on the floor swelled, moving along the ground until they were again just under the snake. Only this time, he didn't hold them back. The flames licked the snakes underbelly before, with an Woosh of heat, the exploded upward Searing every inch of the snake and the air around it. The flames rose like a highly active volcanic eruption, coming from below and blasting upward through the snake until it hit the ceiling. The flames burned a dull red, correlating to the intense, oppressive heat that even those on the other side of the room would be able to feel.

Perhaps the only downside was a lack of visibility. The red flames obscured the in near totality, even if they weren't bright to look at. They'd be in trouble if it lashed out of the flames before it was subdued, or if it began spitting venom at random. Theo wasn't sure the heat of the flames, as intense as it was, would be able to stop a flying spit of venom. Well, he'd just have to hope the others would be able to react in time if it did start spitting, though it would suit him much better if this monster would just burn into a crisp without causing any more trouble.

 

[Fable]

( I'll be posting for Brass to progress the round. Which I know I cannot do Brass justice. ;-; )
( Additionally, I am moving to merge the groups together from this point. So react to this round and recover your PCs a bit. )

Tristan's Team

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Tristan would have prayed for the muscle-head Kirill to comprehend his orders if he thought Ai'unia would hear him. Thankfully he didn't have to as Kirill wrested his hand from Sang's grasp and then launched himself over to the banshee's location, eventually using large hops to close the distance. The sound of the demon's landing caused the blind creature to turn, or rather snap, in the direction of the noise. The movement was so quick it was hard to even register the movement as its head had turned. It paused and seemed to wait for the noise to come again and on the second landing of Kirill's feet seemed to vanish and appear right behind him, but Kirill was close to the banish now and she wailed painfully loud.

It was enough to halt the creatures attack as it pressed hands to its sensitive ear holes and it writhed in pain, this was the chance for everyone to move towards the wall mural. Tristan worried that should Kirill move from the spot that caused the Banshee to cry out while they investigated whatever Brass has sniffed out would bring them certain death. However they had little choice and time. Tristan first rushed over to the prone Jasper who hadn't been privvy to this mad plan since he had been giving silent orders. He pulled the male up and dragged him over to the stone wall hoping he wouldn't pass out from the painful screaming.

Blood trickled out of Tristan's ears, eyes, and nose the longer the scream went on and it made it harder to focus. Once Jasper was 'safe' he quickly ripped a small part of his shirt and shoved the fabric into his ears out of desperation, additionally shoving some into Jasper's ears as well; for all the good it would do.

Brass, being what he was, hunched over in agony as his ears suffered the onslaught of sound. His ears folded back and his hands went over them trying to protect them, but the sound was still there. He did his best though. He didn't like this game. It seemed like some evil version of hide and seek. He sniffed and pressed his nose against the wall following the sweet fragrance of flowers till his snoot came upon a 'crack' in the wall where the scent was coming from. He couldn't signal with his hands so brass instead used his snout and moved it around to indicate he was pointing to the source of the scent.

Tristan moved over and tried to pry open the wall with his fingers, but it barely shifted. He staggered over to Celena and tapped her to get her attention. First pointing to the wall then to her hind legs and mouthing the words 'kick down the bloody wall!' Should Celena follow his orders it would take a few hand kicks. The first few would cause a few cracks in the stone before it would even shift ever so slightly, the on the last kick the stone fell down as it had shifted loose from the surrounding wall revealing pitch darkness which was illuminated by was seemed to be red-glowing fireflies in a strange field with blood red spider lilies.

(Kirill's actions discussed.) Kirll decides to stay put to keep the banshee going as the blind mummy-thing twists and squirms in pain a few feet from him. Perhaps Kirill wasn't so dumb and knew that if he had fled that the banshee would have stopped screaming and therefore the creepy blind creature would be free to attack where it heard sound. Or perhaps he was so dumb he figured he was supposed to stay in that spot, though when did he really follow orders properly. His choice however would have some consequences to himself and the team. The longer the banshee screams the more pain over time and even blood from ears, eyes, and noses would begin to occur till eventually those suffering from the scream's effects would faint and possibly even die.

Kirill, being the closest and stubborn managed to stay in the spot for around three minutes before fainting and collapsing onto the floor, still alive but also still triggering the banshee. The banshee would continue to scream until either Kirill died, moved away, or perhaps some other saving grace.

Tristan stumbled into the flower field, ready to practically crawl as he tried to figure out what a hidden flower field had to do with the catacombs and the altars. It was hard to think let alone function with that damn banshee cry! His mind took the least direct route. Death, funeral, flowers. You brought flowers to a funeral. The gears in his brain turned and all he could do was hope this barely thought through idea was correct. He plucked out a few of the red spider lilies, enough for each person on his team and shoved one into each of their hands for them to hold, save for Kirill who was too far and Jasper who might be knocked out.

With the banshee still going it was hard to walk at this point and Tristan swore the room was shifting. He managed to stagger over to the altar though and put one of three flowers he was holding. He put one in for himself. The put one into Jasper's hand and heaved the man and maneuvered him to also put a flower into one of the altars. With that task done Tristan gives the flower meant for Kirill to offer into Celena's hand and points for her to go fetch him. Then promptly passes out.

Elora's Team

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In the snake's stunned state Felicia took advantage and used her abilities to psychically restrain the beast. As it shook its head and came out of the dazed state from the headbutt to the wall, upon finding itself mysteriously bound it thrashed wildly trying to break free. Elora used this chance to position herself and aim her gun towards it's mouth. It was hard to get off a decent shot with it flailing its whole body, but if Don missed with the spear she could make up for it with a bullet; she hoped.

At least Qerres, while injured, was far enough away they could roast the snake freely now. Theo took advantage of the small moment and the flames moved towards the enemy and engulfed it. It screamed and hissed, writhing in pain and desperation as the fire's hot temperature began to burn it, something the scales couldn't protect against. The room began to smell of burning flesh and the charred flesh of the snake released a small bit of smoke which began to fill the room.

The thrashed and spat blindly and wildly before managed to break free of Felicia's grasp, the eyes burned out entirely and the body was smoking and charred with the scales having turned black. It was in a painful frenzy now just moving to whip around the room madly trying to find someone, anyone it could attack. Elora wouldn't let it, the moment the mouth opened she took the shot. The first one missed as it closed it's mouth shut and then turned towards her where it had heard the gun shot fire from.

It then charged towards her with its mouth wide open, giving her a shot but not much time before it would descend upon her. She fired another bullet, this time she didn't miss and the creature's body slumped and fell atop her as it hadn't been far from chomping off her head. Elora struggled a bit under the crushing weight of the snake, coughing as it was still smoking. "Get this thing off me," she shouted as she struggled to breath under its weight.

 

[June Verles]

Unbeknown to everyone else in S.M.I.T.E.D, except maybe perhaps the nurse, Celena had more than one aspect that similar to a horse, and that was her ears. It's just that she did a very good job at hiding her horse like ears from everyone else, at first not intentionally but when speaking to kids about the importance of inter-species relations one of them made fun of it so she did her best to hide it under her hair.

Anyways, at the current point in time she agreed with that rude child, since unlike human she could hear a range from 14 Hz to 25 kHz as opposed to the human's 20 Hz to 20 kHz, nothing as impressive as Brass's but still caused a bit of pain when the banshee screamed. Luckily she also had 12 muscles in her ears, allowing her to bend them down to better reduce the noise, which gave her a lot of quiet time to think about the situation she was in.

Maybe this banshee thing was actually like a humanoid siren, as opposed to just a woman head on a bird, I mean it would've made sense. Maybe she had intercourse with Zeus at some point and Hera in her baffling mentality to punish the women not divorce her husband, but she digressed, she'd be pretty pissed too if she suddenly lost her horse part and then lost her voice, since she's not attracting anyone to jump overboard with those notes.

At that point her attention would have been taken by someone tapping her, turning around she would notice Tristan being the tapper, pointing towards a crack in the wall. Without a second she would raise her hind quarters into the air and slam against the wall multiple times until she felt like she had broken it down enough, though she wasn't quite sure what was the point.

However this wouldn't give her a moment of respite as she was then ordered to fetch the unconscious Kirill, something she couldn't exactly object to considering it was an order and her screams couldn't be heard over the banshees. So with some effort she started making her trek towards the half-demon's unconscious (hopefully) body, making sure that each one of her hoofs were firmly planted on the ground as she got closer to the source of the deafening noise, which at this distance almost made her ear canals explode like glass to an opera singer even as she covered her ears.

Once close enough to pick up Kirill she would only have a few moments to pick him up and carry him over to the Alter, so as quickly as she could she'd drop her hands, pick a healing potion from her waist and shoving it in her mouth, hopefully enough to heal her ears at the same time they were damaged. In the mean time however she would with some difficulty lift the modern berserker off the ground and lobby him over her back, making him easier to carry.

With some difficulty she made it to the alter, putting in a flower for herself and then dropping the half demon on the ground, perhaps resulting with him hitting his head against the stone alter perhaps not, not like he would remember since he was unconscious. Grabbing his limp hand he would shove a flower into it and then make him put it one of the cups.

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[Xemanorth]

Kirill remained in position, unsure of what exactly he should do after the banshee began screaming. At the very least it seemed to harm the blind guardian of the altar to the point where it was unable to do much else other than to grasp at its "ears" as it suffered, not that the half-demon's own situation was very different. He remained in place, not entirely sure for how long and simply dealt with the pain as it came until his ears went numb and his skull felt as if it was about to split apart. His vision had gone blurry and his balance was suffering, and then, finally, there was a distinct pop. He wasn't entirely sure where it came from, from within his own ears, he presumed. Regardless, it resulted in the half-demon abruptly collapsing. The last image he recalls were vague and blurry, of the shrieking banshee standing before him and then: darkness.

The screams grew quieter before disappearing altogether, but it was not silence the half-demon was rewarded with when what he'd presumed to be his demise had come. Instead, he was surrounded by sonorous murmurs and hissed, fragmented sentences neither of which he could understand. The two, seemingly seperate and distinct sounds slowly grew closer and eventually became one. The result was a chant both unholy and thoroughly unsettling. Despite understanding none of the words, their intent seemed clear, dripping with spite and malice. The half-demon opened his eyes, yet he could see nothing, surrounded by complete and utter darkness, drifting in endless space.

Then came the pain, not that induced by the banshee, it had long since faded into the background, it seemed muted, tucked away in a distant place. The chanting grew louder as Kirill began to feel his veins tense and strain, his body seizing as each and every last one of them seemed pulled so taut that they could snap at the slightest disturbance. He could not see a thing, not even his own flailing limbs or the rest of his contorting body. He tried to scream, yet no matter how much he struggled, his voice simply wouldn't ring, it was stuck somewhere in his chest and no matter how he struggled and no matter how much the pressure on his chest and throat built as he struggled, he did not let out a sound, not even a whimper.

This continued for what felt like hours, if not days. Time was a difficult thing to make any sense of when one is deprived of all their senses, save those required to suffer. And then, without warning, it stopped. Kirill was left feeling empty and hollow, still drifting in that vast, endless darkness that felt as familiar as it did alien. Harsh, chitinous claws wrapped around his jaw and temples, cupping his cheeks within, and then another voice came. This one shared the structure of the chanting that preceded it, and though he could not understand what it was saying, Kirill was thoroughly moved by its intent. He choked and his airways became tight, as if squeezed by some unseen force while streaks of soothing warmth poured down his cheeks as the half-breed grit his teeth.

Finally, he opened his eyes once more but this time, instead of darkness, his retinae were pierced by beams of light.
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[Morzone]

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A chill ran through Theo's body, sending shivers wracking down his exposed back. Perhaps it had been the sudden, heavy silence as the rampaging snake finally collapsed. Maybe it was simply the recoil from his pyromantics just the moment prior. It could be that his body was now acutely aware of the steady trickle of blood seeping down his side. The snake's hard scales and the stone walls had left their marks, though it appeared the adrenaline of the fight had pushed the bleeding from his mind until now.

"At least I don't have a shirt to get ruined." He muttered to himself, rearranging the mana stone and the pouch around his neck so as not to get blood on them. Rubbing his arms in an attempt to dispel the cold in his body, Theo moved across the room to where his crowbar-spike had been tossed aside by the snake's impenetrable scales. The tip was blunted and chipped, but that didn't mean anything to him. Picking it up, the metal rod morphed again into its original crowbar shape. Once it was securely fashioned to a loop on his belt, the mage turned back to the room again, surveying the scene.

Elora was stuck under the Snake's charred body, a position Theo did not envy, but some of the others seemed to be helping her up. On the other hand Qerres was still on the floor where the Snake had thrown her. Thankfully she appeared to be stirring. Theo headed over to her, half squatting down to offer a helping hand in pulling her back up. "You alright? That was a nasty fall." As far as he could see her bleeding wasn't too bad, could use a bandage, but she had probably gotten a hard knock to the head. He was certianly feeling his own pains now that the fight was over, and they'd both gotten thrown pretty hard against the stone.

 

[Tarmagon]

Jasper stood still and quiet, trying to make sense of the small sounds happening around him. He knew there was a new threat, but without being able to actually see what was going on, there wasn't a damned thing he could do except stay still and trust in his teammates. He thought he heard voices for a moment, but then there was a shuffling, then a whoosh and a thud, followed by another 'whoosh thud' combination, then his world dissolved into pain as the unearthly wail erupted. His hands flashed up in a vain attempt to block out the sound that was felt as much as heard, then suddenly he was being pulled. Jasper didn't have the strength to try and fight the tug, instead stumbling int he direction he was led.

Jasper found himself with his back pressed up against what he assumed was a wall as the scream went on and on and on. He could feel something warm on his lips, and guessed that he was starting to bleed from the sonic assault. Someone shoved what felt like wads of cloth into Jasper's ears, but that did little to abate the terrible sound that sought to claw the very life from all who heard it.

FLASH.

Light exploded behind Jasper's eyes, and for just a moment, he could see. Brass looking far worse than Jasper hunched near a spot on the wall, Tristan near him as Celena battered at the wall with her hind hooves. Jasper saw the wall crumbling under her assault before his vision faded, leaving him in the dark once more, accompanied only by the agonizing sounds of the banshee's displeasure.

Jasper wasn't certain how long the torment went on, but suddenly he was being tugged at again, even as something was thrust into his hand. He was tugged forward, then his hand was forcibly opened, making him drop whatever had been placed in it.

FLASH.

More light exploded into the darkness, and Jasper's vision returned. He found himself standing before one of the pedestals with the golden bowls, a pair of crimson lilies resting within. Tristan was passed out at his feet, but Celena was staggering towards a prone Kirill. Somehow she managed to retrieve the demon, moving him away from the banshee, bringing a blessed cessation of the killing wail. Celena staggered to the altars, dropping a flower into one, then shoving one into Kirill’s limp hand and maneuvering it into an altar. Jasper wasn’t certain what that was supposed to accomplish, but there was a thing that seemed to have been affected by the banshees wail. Jasper had no idea what it was, but he kept an eye on it as he bent to check Tristan’s pulse. Alive, thank the goddess.

Jaspers vision faded a bit, but it was like looking through a fog. He could live with that until it passed. For now, he eyed the new creature, waiting to see what it would do.

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[DapperCat]

location: The Labyrinth
addresses/mentions: Thatguynameded Morzone
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As Qerres got her bearings, the others seemed to end the snake-monstrosity with the power of teamwork, friendship and love. ...Or something. She was frustrated more than anything. Her old injury played up again, and her immense strength didn't work with the son of a bitch. She'd been able to peel scales off, but that was hardly a feat.

It was only when a loud 'thump' echoed throughout the room, followed by Elora's voice filled with as much annoyance as Q felt at that very moment. She rose to her feet fully, straightening her spine with an audible snap before moving to walk toward Elora and help her breathe again.

"You alright? That was a nasty fall."

She blinked, looking into the now close face of Theo. Though the woman had gotten up a bit ago, she still smiled at him in thanks for the offer of the helping hand.

"Not th' first time I got roughed up-- and hardly th' worst."

The woman grumbled as she put a finger to the blood now sliding down her arms in a thin line. "Blegh." She began to walk over toward the big snake blanket comfortably laying over poor Elora, motioning for Theo to come with.

She had looked like she had received a big blow- and she did. But it seemed she was quick to get back on her feet no matter the situation. "And are y'okay?" she casually asked Theo as she squatted down in front of the heavy monster, as if she were merely picking out fruit for the weekly groceries.

With a roll of her shoulders, she put her callous hands under the beast and lifted from her legs, aiming to give the beast a toss over across the floor- or at the very minimum, lift it just enough for Elora to scutter out from under it.

Though Qerres strength was beyond impressive, it was clear whatever had just happen took a toll on her. Sweat was beginning to glisten across her bulging muscles, her brow tightly knit and her hair clammy. "A-lly-hop!"

 

[Thatguynameded]

In immense pain, squeezed his head harder to block as much as the scream as possible. It did nothing, it was like standing next to a bell to a factory calling its workers for the start of the work day. Except this bell is endless, and the longer it goes the more pain that circulates through the body. His head started to spin and his body weakening. Brass was no longer having fun with these games, but though the pain and semi loss of consciousness. Hes still determined to win this game and tell the people running this game that he wants to set up the next games.

Tristan handed brass a flower from the wall that the horse girl opened up. He could not take it by hand so he used his tongue to grab a flower and held it in his teeth. He watched as he put the flower in the bowl and brass quickly rushed over and put the flower in the bowl. He had the sudden idea to rush over and remove as much flowers as possible so that the team had enough flowers. Just in case something happens to theirs.

He walks over to the flowers and start to pick them with his jaw and toss them to the alter where the flowers should be placed. He continued this and things slowly go dark, his body begins to lighten up but also slow down and lose control of motor functions until his body slumps. Mind drifts into a different place only in his head.

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[Fable]

Tristan's Team

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The moment Kirill was lifted by Celena and moved a small distance away she went silence as though nothing had even happened, simply staring off blankly. The blind creature's own painful thrashing ended as well, but it stood there silently with its hands still pressed to its ears, mostly like still severely suffering some after effects of the sonic attack. This would give the team just enough time to regather their wits and finish putting the red spider lilies into the golden altars.

When each agent had offered a flower to the altar the flowers within wilted and withered away into dust left behind in the bowls. The banshee and her entourage of spirits faded away leaving the way up their large stone spiral path up through the catacombs unguarded now. The mummified enemy staggered towards the altars, it had been damaged but as it had no blood it didn't show the signs like the living agents were.

It reached the altar, completely ignoring the agents now even as they would make noise. It lifted the altar with the dust and then proceeded to consume it before placing it back down. Shuffling back up the path it had come from it now left the agents alone. Tristan groaned and stirred for a few minutes before he opened his unfocused eyes and slurred out a question.

"Did we win?"

He figured the answer was yes because he was waking up and couldn't hear the screech of the banshee any longer. He might have thought he was deaf after that if he had been unable to hear his own voice. He was now left with a splitting headache, ringing ears, fuzzy sight, and really just wanted to take a nice long nap. They couldn't afford that though, they had to keep moving. Not to mention sonic attacks could cause similar symptoms of a concussion so sleeping might be a terrible thing right now.

Tristan struggled to his feet and rubbed his aching eyes. They were slowly regaining their focus and he could see the blood he rubbed off that had leaked out of his orifices. He looked around and noted the lack of enemies, "We need to get out of here. I don't want to find out if there is a round two to this level if we stay. If you're still conscious help those that aren't and we're getting the fuck out of here."

"Also, if anyone has any headache medicine, please do share it with the rest of the class," he tried to joke with a weak laugh as he made his way over to the spiral path, exhaling a sigh that his guess had seemingly paid off. He wasn't sure what awaited them further, but he didn't want to stay here because another round of a banshee's screaming would probably kill them all. Thankfully nothing else was triggered as the team progressed upward, a large stone arch opened into an expansive room with many more within the large space.

Rubble was all over the floor. Sounds could be heard of something approaching and Tristan motioned for those in his team to hide behind one of the large pillars.

Elora's Team

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Elora grunted as she struggled to get out from under the crushing weight of the snake, though she made very little progress for her efforts. Thankfully Qerres eventually came over to assist her. When the creature had been shifted just enough, Elora wiggled free and then laid there on the cold stone floor panting and gasping for the air that had been crushing out of her. She knew there were snakes that killed by squeezing the breath out of them, but not like this.

She stayed like that for a few moments with each breath sending a jolt of pain, but it would eventually pass. She finally got up to her feet and looked over her team. They were all alive, though battered and bleeding. "We can't stay here," she commented moving to the center of the domed room where the air continued to enter from. She let her fingers change, displaying her 'oddity' as slender black claws were shoved into the small gap and then a grunt of effort she lifted the stone enough that should could slide it over the rest of the floor to reveal the opening. It was dark and there was no way to gauge the depth. She hadn't had the foresight to bring rope, so if they went down she had to be sure it wasn't a fall to their death.

Elora pulled out a small glow stick, cracked it and shook it till it gave off a green glow. She tossed it down the hole hoping nothing bad was going to pop up and grab her like something out of a horror movie. Thankfully nothing happened except that the stick fell to the ground ten or so feet below. She leaned down into the area and looked all around to try and locate any enemies, but was greeted by nothing.

"Looks clear. I'll go in first," she said before lowering her lower half down, hanging off the edge of the opening to reduce the distance she would fall. She released her grasp and fell the last few feet without much problem. As the sound resounded and still nothing stirred she called out for the others to drop down as well.

"Honestly, this place makes no navigational sense. We went up and now we've gone down," she sighed, picking up the glow stick. They had to choose a direction and rather than over think it she simply chose a direction. Eventually the hall widened over time and drastically increased in height until they came to a large stone archway. There was nowhere else they could go but back, so she proceeded cautiously, though her ears picked up the sound of something walking and whispering.

She softly and swiftly stepped to hide behind a pillar and motioned for her team to get behind her.

Merge!

Tristan and Elora both jumped out from around the same pillar, each team hiding from each other on opposite sides. Both were ready to attack whatever they found and when they found each other that didn't stop them from hiding each other at gunpoint suspiciously.

"ᎮᏋᏒ ᏒᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁᏋᎷ," Tristan initiated.

"ᏗᏬᏖ ᎮᏋᏒ ᏉᎥᎷ," Elora replied.

With the exchanged the two lowered their guns having confirmed they weren't being tricked. "I don't know about you dear Elora, but I am knackered after the shit we just went through and you aren't looking as refreshed either. Since we've managed to find each other and there is safety in numbers, how about a pit stop?"

"Agreed," she replied bluntly. "Everyone, we're taking a break here. Those of you are are less injured will stand watch first."

( This is a resting phase, you may post multiple times within this round while your PC recovers. )​

 

[Xemanorth]

Kirill opened his eyes, which took a while to get used to their surroundings. He could only make out the silhouette of someone whom he felt was carrying him, not a huge fan of this development, evidently. He tried to wrestle and roll his way out of Celena's grasp with an ever thankful: "Get offa me!". His balance however, was obviously affected by the damage his ears had incurred over the course of his encounter with the banshee, and though his feet found solid footing beneath them, the half-demon immediately stumbled into a nearby wall, which he then used to support himself.

His breathing was heavy, and a thin sheen of cold sweat coated the entirety of his frame. He brought a forearm up to wipe it away from his forehead before brushing hastily past his cheeks. He felt sick, as anyone would expect him to feel after such trauma to the ears and head. The half-beed felt a strange pressure in his gut, almost like a hole. Yet despite that hollow sensation his breath wouldn't travel any easier. He continued to take short breaths, leaning against the wall as he clutched at the fabric of his shirt. He felt like he could throw up, yet at the same time, if he were to do so, he feared that it would be his intestines to roll out onto the floor instead of his lunch.

The half-breed padded himself down before eventually, hastily managing to retrieve the meager medical supplies he'd brought with him on the trip into Pandora's Box. He unzipped the satchel within which these supplies were contained and dug around for a while before managing to retrieve a pill, presumably a relief for pain and or nausea, one he proceeded to slip in between his tusked lips immediately before swallowing hard, clearly struggling to keep the thing down. He shook his head once, then twice in an effort to sober up and the motion was followed by a firm slapping motion on each of his cheeks before he took in deep breath through his nostrils, only to breathe it out through his mouth.

He followed the rest of the group to the pillar and beyond, he'd likely have jumped to attack the group behind it under any normal circumstances in order to get the drop on them, but thankfully, this time, his physical state served as discouragement enough to avoid trying his hand at such a task. Kirill, evidently deciding that his injuries were among some of the most severe, or at the very least ones that he needed time to recover from sooner rather than later, takes it unto himself to make himself comfortable. That is, he made his way back over to the other side of the same pillar the pair of groups had just arosen from behind before pressing his back against it and sliding down into a sit.

With a groan, his gloved hands reached up, large palms wrapping around the back of his head as he dipped his head downward, either staring at the floor or closing his eyes. Equally questionable was whether he was trying to remember what he'd seen in what he had thought to have been a dream or trying to push it as far out of his mind as possible, even he couldn't figure out which he'd prefer. Suffice to say, he was looking worse for wear, either that or extremely hung over. Kirill focused on simply getting comfortable for the moment and calming his breathing, figuring that along with consuming the pill from earlier were probably among the short list of things he could do to make himself feel at least somewhat better. He hoped his regeneration would handle the rest, with time. But until then, that ringing in between his ears wasn't getting any less present, or any less annoying.
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[DapperCat]

location: The Labyrinth
addresses/mentions: Thatguynameded Xemanorth
music: x

Qerres watched as Elora slithered out from under the now dead monstrosity. The others seemed to be a little dormant meanwhile, likely exhausted from the fight or the whole experience so far. And she was... well, probably no different. But she'd felt this way so many times in the past. It didn't hold her back mentally anymore. Physically? She would eventually just break down when she was far past her limit. It's how it usually went.

She followed in comfortable silence as their group leader led them downward. The height was a little uncomfortable, but it wasn't enough to stop her in her tracks.

"Honestly, this place makes no navigational sense. We went up and now we've gone down."
"Doesn' that make it all the more fun?"

Q waggled her thick brows at her poor team leader, looking rather stupid with two puncture wounds still trickling blood from her arms. She still felt her head pounding and her balance be a little shifty. The concussion was a heavy one- but she'd deal with it.

The group proceeded into an immensely sized room- pillars extending what seemed to be forever. Qerres was happy to not be stuck to the ceiling, that was for certain. Brrr. She followed as quietly as she could after Elora. Being without any armor helped, though the old army-boots still gave a little thud that wasn't all too sneaky. Then again, she wasn't sneaky in general.

Her hand leant onto the handle of her pistol, her claws having fully pulled back into her fingertips. Now only leaving some blood dripping from her nails. Elora jumped out, someone else did too- and within a second Qerres was on high alert. Pistol trained upon them. But when the two lowered their own weapons, she followed the motion.

"Yay pitstop."

The little white pupils trained on the other person in the darkness, recognizing him as the demon leader of the other team. Seemingly relaxed -and stupid-, she stepped out further into the open to see if all the others were present. All of them were, it seemed, some worse for wear than others. But one thing was for sure... they were /all/ worse off than the team she'd been on. Blood coming from their ears and nose.

"What th' Hell happened to you lot?"

She saw the half-breed slide down to a sit- and did the same. Plopping onto her big rear facing as many people as she could, somewhat in the middle of the two groups. She began to fish out her little med-kit as she looked everyone over.

"Anyone in need of a med-kit? If y'want th' added bonus of me playing nurse, well- I'm not a very gentle nurse. Nor a very good one," she joked with a snort.

With a little tap the med-kit was put in front of her, her legs folded in a Turkish sit as she next pulled out a little miniature flask she had in one of the many pockets on her beige cargo-pants. "I'mma need this.."

Her abyss eyes flicked between Elora and Tristan, knowing she'd likely be yelled at for taking a secret stash of alcohol from the bar into her collection of flasks. Still she brought it up to her lips and quickly took a sip. It was the good stuff- the most disgusting, tasteless, high percentage alcohol she'd been able to find.

"Aaahhh.."

 

[Hanarei]

A sense of relief filled her with the snake creature having been dispatched and the group finally on their way. Perhaps it was a bit insensative as well, but she was even more glad it was Elora under the snake's body rather then herself. Truthfully she would be half worried it would of just crushed her with its weight with how physically feeble she was... granted if she had survived that it wouldn't of been as hard for her to use her powers to lift it off herself. Still a relief to the potentially spared bones from being crushed in the process. She watched as Qerres and Theo aided Elora free. With just a small breather Elora was up and already finding the way forward further into the strange labyrinth. The Esper wasted no time to follow in pursuit.

Felicia had kept quiet as a potential threat had raised its head. Her powers disengaged for now as to minimize the chance of her powers making it easier for them to be spotted. Fortunately it seemed to be the other group, the leaders exchanging words as Felicia had relaxed slightly before confirming it to be the others though not at all electing to move close in the off chance it was some trick. With it confirmed they were who they said there were and a 'pitstop' being called for Felicia fully relaxed. Well, at least as much as she could given her current condition made her out to be one who would be stuck on first watch.

Her eyes turned to fixate on Qerres hearing her joke around about being a nurse. She looked at her touching her hand to her chin in thought. It helped her to feel as if her attempts at humor weren't that out of place and her observations were right some more 'dark humor' could always lighten the mood. It wasn't as if she had a negative reaction before but it gave her a relief she didn't mistake what she saw from her limited interaction with others and the movies the way people tended to act in times of danger to lighten the mood. She couldn't help but notice the girl take a flask out not quite sure what it was, naively overthinking it to be some sort of remedy or other tonic to help in the mission... though perhaps in some ways she was right even if the value of it could easily be argued against. It seemed right either way to try and play off of Qerres words to help lighten the mood.

"At the very least if the injuries are too great or you succumb to a horrible case of malpractice, we will know where to retrieve your body from." Felicia spoke in an attempt to create further humor all while delivering it with her continued dry tone of voice.

Location: A nice wide open place.
Mentioned:
Fable DapperCat Morzone

 

[Thatguynameded]

In the moment of loss of consciousness in far reaches of the back of his mind. He awakens in a different place, it looks like his home. Something seems different about this place though, it feels like hes been to this location but it seems off. The trees look older, younger? Brass couldn't point out whats exactly different. Echos of voices begin to ring out, along with something harsh. The harsh sound begin to hurt brass and the pain ran through out his body until the sound stopped and the voices that followed became faint echos, echos of now? echos of his past? This is something he could not figure out. All the voices and sounds rang with a familiarity , then images of small pups begin to fade into his surrounding area. This was something he beginning to remember, Its a young brass with an older wolfolk. It wasn't someone he remembers but he knew. He couldn't hear what they were saying but he knew what they were saying. "make friends" echoed the loudest out of everything. This is something Brass has always tried to achieved but he never knew or remembered where he got this idea from. He will have to try this more when he wakes up. As quickly as the sounds and images appeared, they quickly begin to vanish with a sudden bright light that progressively got brighter and larger. Why was he here again, what was he doing?


Eyes slowly opening up, his head was in major pain but the sound of screaming had stopped. His head was ringing, and he was dizzy, he stood up but fell over and landed on on all fours. This was the only way he could keep balance. He followed the group into the new opening and everyone rushed to pillars, brass did the same but stumbling and shuffling following behind. He couldn't hear anything but it looked like the other team was with us. It seemed like people where taking a break so he started to walk behind a pillar to take a nap but on his way he bumps into Jasper, Elora and Felica with an obvious look of confusion and drowsiness. He did not acknowledge what had happened or more on the side he didn't realize what he did.

He continued around the corner of a pillar to not disturb the group with his snoring or the group waking him up. The duffel bag plops on the floor and starts to empty large bags of beef jerky down his gullet. Pulls out his bowl and empty water bottles into it and drank until the bowl was empty. He didn't clean his mess and walked in circles to find a comfortable position near a pillar. After multiple spins in the double digits he lays down and rests his head. The spinning rocking motion had stopped but the ringing was still there, not as loud but the faint ringing continued.

Interactions Tarmagon Fable Hanarei

 

[Noble Scion]

Sang's ears were still ringing by the time she got to "safety", which appeared to be the same problem that the others in their group were experiencing. Most notable being the centaur and the wolf-man. They both were to receive a sympathetic look from the red demoness, while Tristan was to receive a rather unique and rare apologetic look. Looking back at the events that had happened in that room, perhaps she had been a little rash in her decision-making, another thing to linger on in her large list of mistakes, Sang supposed.

The second mistake of one in each of her first missions and the last of her mis-steps, she resolved, before noticing the sound of some sort of movement and moving as quietly as she could to the same pillar as the rest. Electing to keep her mouth shut instead of giving their leader more of a reason to insult her on her wrong-doings.

The brief interlude between them hiding and them jumping out was short indeed, and to her surprise, it was the other group.

While perhaps she should have been happy at the fact that it was a number of friendlies, the reason her face simply dropped into further disdain was logical due to several points. These being:
They could be some sort of trick
Larger groups are arguably dangerous, especially in the narrow corridors they'd been travelling in
The demon "Q" was amongst their ranks, whom she did not like, even if her reasons were petty

Sanguine Red stood back as Tristan "greeted" Elora and seemed satisfied as they spoke in what she discerned as gibberish, before backing off. She then wandered after Brass, sending an demotivated half-wave in the direction of Donald as she walked, which was about as inviting as she was ever going to get in her current frame of mind. Choosing to approach Brass first, whom she found the least detestable in their own group, to sit next to, despite the way he smelled. Crouching down next to him as he scoffed on the food he brought, her own mind turned to food. She wasn't particularly hungry, she had to admit, especially considering that the images of crushed skulls were still in her mind.

"Erh… Hi." she said stiffly, her tone reluctant since she'd never exactly been great at socializing, her sharp golden eyes glued to the floor as she wrapped the black talons that were her fingers around her crimson upper arms.
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[Xemanorth]

The half-demon was busy holding his head, hands and arms curled around it as he outs a deep sigh. Kirill watched the regrouped SMITED agents pass by as they situated themselves around the pillar, or rather, happened to stare at the ground that their shadows stretched and passed over. His ears perked at the sound of a nearby flask being open, metal scraping against metal. The half-breed brought his head up from his own grasp before he leveled a stare at Qerres and her antics, blinking once, then twice. Drinking did seem like a good idea, given what he'd seen.

"Don't s'pose you brought enough to share?" He asks, sounding vaguely hopeful, not that he'd mind if that weren't the case. After all, he generally liked to keep his head clear when it came to the possibility of actual combat, as opposed to drunken brawling for the sake of it. On the flip side, he couldn't vouch how clear his head would be regardless of whether or not he'd be completely sober, given that he had a feeling that the things he'd seen would play themselves over and over in the back, as well as forefront of his mind, much as he might try to fight against it. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but rarely, if ever before had it been this vivid.

Kirill's gaze, despite aimed in Qerres' direction, was distant, as one might expect from a brute his size trying to do some thinking for once. His tusked lips were pulled to a pensive, thin frown across his features, half-lidded eyes blinking on occasion as he simply awaited a response for now, one that would hopefully snap him back to reality as the further away he drifted from the presence, the more vivid the recollections of what he'd witnessed moments prior became.
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[Thatguynameded]

He smelled a familiar scent get close to him and his ringing didn't seem as bad as he though it was because he could hear her, not clearly but he could still hear her. Ears up and tail wagging, Brass adjusted his body so that sang could sit next to him as he rests. He lifts up his head lays it in a direction so that he could look at her when she decides to fully commit to siting next to brass. "hello red", you could hear in his voice that the banshee had taken a lot out of brass but he continued his dog like self with his tail wagging and light sniffing around. He extends his arm and pats the floor to motion for sang to sit down all the way. "sit, talk, be better", he pauses "feel good?" in his tired tone you could almost hear the gears in his head turning trying to find the right words. "uh, rest, tell?". Then he stayed silent trying to think of the right words. He pulls his arm back in and adjusts more so that sang has enough room.

Noble Scion

 

[Tarmagon]

Flowers. And fucking flower dust. They had nearly died over FLOWERS?! A single dry chuckle escaped Jasper before the pain in his head ratcheted back up at his intemperate humor. With a groan he reached into his pack and pulled out a ration pack. The bar went into his pants pocket and he used about half of the water pouch to wash the blood from his face and neck. The rest he downed in two quick gulps before looking around. Tristan was starting to stir, as was Kirill, who complained rather vociferously about being carried. Brass seemed to take the longest to recover, and Jasper couldn't imagine what the prolonged sonic assault had done to the poor beastkin. Finally though, everyone was more or less capable of movement in a mostly straight line, so a not-so-speedy exit from the never-to-be-sufficiently damned chamber of the dead seemed in order.

Moving up, they passed through the arch into a massive space dominated by more arches than a Gothic cathedral. They made their way cautiously forward, but noises from ahead, along with a sharp hand gesture from Tristan, sent the team scurrying behind one of the massive pillars supporting the arching ceiling. Tristan waited a moment then jumped from behind the pillar, only to find himself face to face with, Elora? The two team leads spat a couple of brief phrases in what sounded like Latin at each other, then visibly relaxed. The second team emerged from behind a column as Tristan's team did the same.

"I don't know about you dear Elora, but I am knackered after the shit we just went through and you aren't looking as refreshed either. Since we've managed to find each other and there is safety in numbers, how about a pit stop?"

"Agreed, Everyone, we're taking a break here. Those of you are are less injured will stand watch first."

Jasper supposed that he would be considered 'less injured', but he was effectively useless at this point. He sagged back against a pillar, watching idly as various members of the two teams drifted towards each other. He was actually quite surprised when Sang seemed to be settling down beside Brass. Kirill seemed to be close to the demoness from the other group, but...

Jasper felt himself tipping sideways, but couldn't do anything to stop himself. The magical backlash, the banshee's wail, the strain of trying to move quietly while struggling to see through the fog still obscuring his vision, it all came crashing down on Jasper's awareness. His vision began to tunnel down as his body continued its inexorable movement towards an abrupt encounter with the stone floor.

"Crap, this is gonna hurt." was his last coherent thought before his head made the close acquaintance of a rather large piece of rubble with a nasty thud.

Xemanorth Thatguynameded Noble Scion Fable June Verles r e i
Myriad Hanarei Morzone DapperCat baddervibes DergTheDergon

 

[DapperCat]

location: The Labyrinth
addresses/mentions: Thatguynameded Xemanorth Hanarei Tarmagon Thatguynameded Noble Scion
music: x

Q's flask lowered from her lips as she looked at Felicia. Was she... trying to joke? The demon herself had gotten quite good at dishing out jokes, or so she'd experienced, but in truth she herself was pretty awkward as well. And so she gave the poor Esper a wink and a grin. Though it was easy enough to realize it was a sympathy gesture.

The dog and demon with the hilarious name scuffled off and went into conversation, leaving Qerres not being able to make another remark about colors. Instead, her attention was pulled to the bad-off looking half-breed. Her eyes shifted between her flask and the man. Truth be told, she didn't want to share at all. She didn't have enough to begin with, depending on how long they'd be in there, she may even go into full withdrawal.

But despite what she thought of herself, she wasn't fully heartless. She sighed reluctantly as she held out the mini flask, now two-thirds full.

"One sip- jus' because I'm so nice an' all that."

The alcohol-level was a punch to the gut. If he were to take a single sip, it may either leave him slightly tipsy or quite tipsy, depending on his body's ability to handle alcohol. Humans were seen getting drunk off a sip if they were light-weights! Either way, it tasted like gasoline. One had to question if this was even a drink...

Just as she handed the flask over, she heard a loud THUD not far away from her.

"Oh shit--!"

She pressed the tiny flask in the half-breed's hand before pushing herself up to a stand with a light grunt, rushing over to the man that had just come face to face with rubble. Though once she'd come over, she felt a little helpless. She only knew some basics of medical aid. She dropped to her knees, trying to find any bleeding whilst attempting to listen to his breathing in case it changed.

"Uh! Help??"

 

[Fable]

Merged Group

Xemanorth Thatguynameded Noble Scion Tarmagon June Verles r e i Myriad Hanarei Morzone DapperCat baddervibes DergTheDergon

Elora wanted to sit down for a moment since she had been nearly crushed to death. So she found a spot near a pillar and used it to support herself into a seated position. She didn't need much sleep with her condition, but her body needed a break to recover from the weight. Her chest ached and it felt like she might have some bruised ribs. Other than some bruising and minor scratches here and there she was mostly fine. She ignored the chattering of the other SMITED agents as Tristan went to sit and lean up against the side of the pillar next to her with a groan as he held his head.

Tristan took out a small bottle which had a few white pills and also a small water bottle. Not like over the counter headache medicine could help much, but he was going to try it and hope it took the edge off this head pain. After taking pills and chasing it down with water he sighed, "I swear I'm being punished with the low tier agents, at least a few of them. They don't listen or follow orders and act before they think."

"We all start somewhere. They either improve as agents or they don't are get given a different job," Elora replied casually, not bothering to try hide her words. It was the truth and if they didn't shape up here, they might just die.

It was around this time there was a mild commotion as Jasper's body met the floor and Qerres called for some help. Elora waved down Tristan who was going to get up, being seeing his worse shape she would tend to the problem. She approached the prone Jasper and crouched down and yoinked the first aid kit from Qerres. After some rummaging she found the smelling salts and went to wave it under his nostrils to wake him.

They would have to asses him while he was conscious and should the smelling salts not stir the man they would have a bigger problem. They couldn't rest here for too long. With the words of the ambassador about this place always changing, a door could open and let in something dangerous. They had to keep moving and try to reach their goal and an unconscious agent was a massive liability.

"We need to rouse him," she stated plainly to Qerres, "We may just have to use your alcohol for medical reason." As she added this she took the bottle from Qerres before she could hand it over to Kirill with a stern expression. "The rest of you, you have fifteen minutes before we gt ready to move on from here."

( Finish up your rest and recovery posts this round.)​

 

[Tarmagon]

Darkness. Darkness was good. Nothing hurt in the darkness. It was also lonely, but Jasper had been lonely before, and he would be fine. Things would be... The sharp stench of ammonia wrenched Jasper from the welcoming darkness with agonizing suddenness. Coughing and sputtering he flailed about for a moment before his eyes focused, however unwillingly, on the face of Elora? Elora? What was she doing... wait.

The events leading up to their entrance to Pandora's box swam into focus in Jasper's mind, along with the series of drastically poor decisions and actions that led to him being prone on the floor of goddess only knew where/what this place was. Jasper groaned, then levered himself into a sitting position with Elora's help. His thinking felt, fuzzy, and his questing fingers found a massive welt on the side of his head. Oh yeah, falling. Yep, just like he thought it would, it hurt. Damn but it hurt. There was a warm trickle on his cheek, and he found a cut in the middle of the welt. Crap, bleeding again. Wait. Cut. Not good. Despite his pounding head and the wave of dizziness it caused, Jasper managed to summon a tiny pulse of mage power that he sent through his tattoo's.

"Fuck!" he growled as the damaged echo returned from the tattoo's around his eyes. "Just great. Blood loss from nose, ears and eyes because of a banshee scream, check. Probable concussion from passing out and hitting my head on whatever-the-hell I hit it on, check. Loss of the ability to invoke my Mage-Sight because of passing out and hitting my head, which damaged the tattoo around my eyes, check. I don't suppose anyone has a hidden talent for healing or some kind of healing concoction? Right now I'm not even certain I can stand, much less walk. Forget about running or fighting. We get attacked, the only thing I can do is throw myself down somethings gullet so it has to chew me up before it can eat anyone else."

Fable

 

[Hanarei]

Felicia looked over to Qerres who seemed to be the only one to react giving a wink and grinning at her. The girl looked at her seeming to keep a rather neutral expression on her face. It didn't seem as if her attempt for humor worked as well as she liked though Qerres reaction was odd. Pitty? No... was she flirting with her? Felicia put her finger on her chin in thought pondering the idea of the demon attempting to make moves on her from her own potential misunderstanding before being shifted back to focus by jasper as he planted straight into the ground.

Oh... I suppose i could of stopped him from taking a rough fall...

The thought briefly shuffled to the top of Felicia's mind before dissipating as quickly as it came watching Qerres jump to his aid rather quickly seeing Tristian as well from the corner of her eye jump into frame. She had to admit she wasn't really all that knowledgeable about medical treatment to do much to help. Fortunately it seemed as if her aid wouldn't be required anyways. Fifteen minute before they would move seemed rather brief but given where they were it wasn't as if they exactly had all the time in the world to spare either. She glance about keeping watch while slouching back a bit as to at least give her body some physical rest in case she had to physically walk more.

She turned her head back hearing Jasper come to. She looked on hearing him complaining about the situation looking rather plainly towards him. It wasn't as if she didn't have any empathy for him at all... just it tended to be rather suppressed and minimal as to not get her emotions all worked up over someone else's situation. The temptation to offer to 'throw' him at a foe to make him useful came to mind though she felt as if her last joke had fallen flat. Qerres would probably give some reaction but she was still to some extent convinced she was just trying to flirt with her or something... not that Felicia was really all that experienced or knowledgeable about it as much as making wildly presumptuous guessing.

Location: Restation
Mentioned:
Fable DapperCat Tarmagon

 

[Xemanorth]

Kirill huffs out a sigh through his nostrils as the flask of alcohol was promptly confiscated from his reach into Elora's hands. Ordinarily this would rouse a much louder reaction out of him, but at the moment he simply lacked the energy and inclination to make a fuss over something as trivial as a flask of alcohol, well trivial in the grand scheme of things at any rate. "Suppose you already forgot 'bout the part where I sat put in front of the banshee and saved your ass, huh?" The question, aimed toward Tristan, was a rhetorical one as it turned out as the half-breed didn't bother waiting or listening for an answer.

Instead the half-demon shoved one of his large fists into one of the pockets of his cargo pants while he raised his other hand to the side of his head, he then extended his pinky finger out and in a charming display, proceeded to stick it into his ear, pulling a bit of a face as he proceeded to unplug one of his ears, presumably from excess amounts of coagulated blood. It was a curious side effect of his regenerative ability as his blood evidently played a part in closing his wounds quicker. The half-breed brought his pinky finger out of his ear and based on his reaction, proceeded to inspect whatever he'd manage to scrounge up from within its depths. "Ugh, gross." he grumbled, a discarding flick of his finger followed before he proceeded to repeat the process on the opposite side.

The burly brawler pushed himself up to a stand shortly after. His head was pounding from the massive headache, to the point where it made it sick to his stomach. In other words this was an average sunday for him, albeit with more blood... well, maybe about the same amount of blood, was it saturday even? Kirill swiftly attempted to banish these wandering thoughts out of his head by shaking his head. He knew fully well that focusing on anything but the moment at hand would lead his mind to wander back into the same dark place he'd returned from only mere moments ago, a thought he didn't much savor. Despite the injuries he'd suffered thus far, the loss of his other pinky included, he seemed to hold himself together remarkably well. Either he had an incredible tolerance for pain and illness or he had difficulty perceiving them, either seemed just about as likely with a skull as thick as his.

The half-demon had himself a drink and something to eat out of his meager supplies and with that, he seemed ready to go. He looked like shit but all of what had transpired seemed to have very little effect on him as he continued to tough it out, carrying himself in the exact same arrogant and borderline if not outright obnoxious manner he'd done thus far. One thing was for sure though, he was consistent about it. "If you ladies are done lickin' your wounds, we got a something-or-other to shove up Pandora's ass." Kirill announced, ready to carry on evidently.
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[Thatguynameded]

With his ears still ringing from the assault brass could not hear the commotion involving jasper. "brass will tell, story for moon games to red woman". He thought for a short moment thinking which story to share with sanguine, he could talk about the heroes of his people, or the clan wars of old, but what seemed the most appropriate for someone not of his race would be the Den mother. Brass then began to speak in almost perfect English instead of his usual broken sentences and words. It was like hearing some mimic a song or poem perfectly.

"Long time ago, when the magic was wild and only beast roam the world, the moon birth wolffolk, she wanted children to impress the moon. The moon refused to give her children and rose into the sky where it is today. The wolffolk wandered the world for another like her but could not, until a spirit appeared. It promised the wolffolk children if she accepted the spirit for generations. She accepted and the spirit took form of another wolffolk, something wild. The wolffolk became the den Mother. She gave birth to 4, two males and two females. The first boy was strong enough to crush skulls with ease, the first girl was quick enough to out race speed spirits, the second girl was clever enough to go create contraptions instead of hunting like her siblings, the second boy was was dark in color and unnatural. Once the unnatural son was born the spirit fused with him. All was well until they each discovered each others weakness were each other. Their strengths where another weakness and cause internal conflict. They fought and caused enough harm to each other that the Den mother begged for the moon to help her. The moon herd her pleas, but the Den mothers actions would not go unjust. The moon broke the den mother into 3, a mate for each child except for the Dark son. For the dark son was cursed by the spirit and now will go into a wild rage when the full moon is out. We now come together every full moon to honor the moon for helping create us and play games with other packs as a symbol of friendship."

Brass did not take a single breath from the story and took a long awaited breath of air. "story of Den mother and Cursed ones" he added after breathing. Bras was light headed and decided to have some water from his bowl. The stories are only meant for wolffolk but brass could not pass the chance to tell the story to someone who has never herd it before. He did not know how many minutes, hours, days has passed due to not seeing the sun but he knew the moon would be out tonight. Feeling more exhausted than earlier with out saying anything he rests his head on red, whether she committed to squatting or gave in to his suggestion and sat down. She would be his pillow until she decides to move.

Noble Scion