Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

[Damafaud]

TRI

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunks in the City]

LOCATION:

Ice Cream Parlor, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Celestine, Jozef, Nikolai, Tri, Markus

HUNKS IN THE CITY

Tri aimed the camera expertly from a high angle. Josef to his left, Nikolai (grudgingly) a bit behind to the right with a smile that, Tri found smugly, far inferior to his. Unlike years before, Tri could smile normally, a bright smile like a man having a good time. No need to mention Jozef, who was a natural.

Click, click, click!

Tri hummed happily after several pictures. He saved them, satisfied, with an encouraging nod at Jozef. Being the Serpent King wasn't without a problem. For instance, he couldn't go livestreaming or he would be swarmed in seconds. He couldn't post anything in real time, too. So this picture, he could only uploaded tomorrow.

"Normal, cool, happy people eat ice cream from cones," Tri said matter-of-factly at Nikolai's grumble. "And we aren't staying here long."

Well. Even if he said that, he didn't know where to go next. There was that weird feeling he had, but he had a feeling he would need preparation to go there.

Tri turned to Jozef, but Celeste got to him first. Tri tilted his head. Someone staring at them? His sight fluttered out briefly then back in. Hm. Yup, he saw the one. His dull eyes then twinkled.

8 Ways to Make (And Keep) Friends. Way 4, group activities.

"Okay," Tri swallowed the entirety of his ice cream. His Potential neutralized the brain-freeze easy enough. He spoke at an uncharacteristically low voice. "Hunks, new activity: stalking, robbing, bullying, and lightly torturing the guy that stare at us for too long."

It was obvious Celestine and Nikolai weren't too immersed in the 'normal cool' activity. Besides, they did it for two days already anyway. A good dash of violence might be the group activity they needed to be a closer group of friends.

"So. Everything is okay, but no fighting. We can do everything, but not fight. Or make the police comes." His bet was still going on. Tri looked around the three Serpents and nodded.

"So. Let's start bullying." Tri calmly walked out of the store, pretending not to see the guy. Sure he would be slower than everyone, but cool people don't use everything they have from the start.

WhiskeyMarten @Caffeine_Obsessed @angel doe Elenion Aura

 

[Lucem]

Fade (Isaiah Spade)

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SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Isaiah, Helva, Hou, Kanna, Maho, Meirin, Ra, Rin, Shen, Soren, Vulken, Varoslav, Yong-Yut

THE DRAGON AND THE PHOENIX

Meirin's squeaky words were concerning, but Isaiah didn't disagree with her. The Azure Dragons had been dealing with a recent string of misfortune, and the frequency of the damaging incidents would make anyone suspicious. However, that suspicion was as dangerous as the possibility of internal sabotage. If members began doubting each other, the gang could unravel from the inside.

Looking at the miniature woman on his shoulder, Isaiah created a layer of illusion and placed it over her tiny ear. Filling the empty layer with artificial sound, he communicated his response in a way that would prevent anyone else from hearing his whispers. Aside from the Sleeping Giant, nobody would even realize he was speaking. "I can't say I haven't had similar thoughts. Let's just hope that's not the case."

He paused when Meirin jumped to the scarf-wearing Phoenix. While he had his reservations about allowing her to get close to a potential enemy and cross the invisible boundary between the gangs, he decided against interfering. Unlike a few people from the other side, the person who introduced themself as Yong-Yut seemed to keep a level head, wanting to keep things peaceful. Hopefully, the two of them interacting in a friendly way would help ease the tension.

Returning Yong-Yut's wave, he watched as the pair retreated to the Phoenix side. As they left, he silently called out to Meirin once again, using illusions to communicate his thoughts to her alone. "Still, try not to let that suspicion spread. The last thing we want to do is worry everyone. Just keep acting like normal." For the sake of their image and stability, the Dragons had to appear united in the face of any threat, no matter where it was coming from. "If you need help, let us know. We're right here."

He let Meirin know to signal for help if trouble started on the other side, but he knew he could trust her to try avoiding any serious conflict. For the moment, things seemed to be going decently over there, no sign of hostile behavior from anyone just yet. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for everyone.

A small skirmish suddenly disrupted the fragile peace that had been maintained so far. Dragons and Phoenixes went at each other, prompting others to step in and put an end to the conflict. It didn't take long for Kanna to respond, soon putting herself between the pieces of both factions. Isaiah wasn't far behind, quick to follow after taking note of the Jack's silent call for assistance.

As a horned Phoenix handled her own comrades, lifting them up like a cat with her kittens, Isaiah took up a position near Kanna and faced the previously brawling Dragons. "This is a peace meeting, not a street fight. If there's an issue, bring it up with one of us and we'll handle it." Unlike Kanna, he refrained from raising his voice, speaking calmly now that their attention had been captured. However, even though his voice lacked anger or disappointment, it was firm, making it clear that there was no room for argument or disobedience.

"For now, regroup with the others and stay put. We'll hear your side of things after you've cooled off." Because nobody except those involved knew what started the fight, it was best not to accuse either side of anything just yet. Blaming the Phoenixes could earn an angry response from the rest of the gang, and blaming the Dragons could be just as problematic. Making sure everyone stayed rational and composed was important.

Spoiler: Tags

Elenion Aura @EmperorsChosen @FabulousTrash @gxxberkit Nobody Special Peckinou QuirkyAngel @SilverFlight @The Prophet @The Suspicious Eye

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

TAZZ (August August)

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]

LOCATION:

Mysterious Black Site, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

August, Damian, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyo, Peyton, Raph, Sab, Shinko

THICKER THAN WATER

As August asked his question, the surrounding chaos persisted. Screams of various nature—from battle cry to pain in vocal’s form. Tremors. Gunfire and the grinding, clacking clamor of metal on metal. Sparks flying, flashes of light. Debris teased across the battlefield in a mockery of celebratory confetti.

It was the most violence he’d ever seen in one night. Try as he might, he couldn’t picture closure. He couldn’t walk the steps of imagination to a final conclusion of battle, as if looking upon the mess of a rebellious teenager’s room and wondering where to even start the cleaning process.

For a brief moment, prompting him to take a deep breath in the seconds before Peacock’s response, his heart palpitated, and self-preservation gripped his will with an icy hand.

…He could run if he wanted. He was fast; no one would catch him. In fact, they probably wouldn’t notice his absence. Lost in the bodies littering the floor, they’d rule. Dead and gone, easy as that.

So, why didn’t he?

Because he didn’t have long enough to think about it.

The makeshift sound of a buzzer, wearing the singsong of the blue-haired woman’s voice, pulled him from the quicksand of his mind. He saw the X she made with her arms, his smile adopting an awkwardness that wasn’t hard to miss.

Elsewhere, riding the edge of his vision, the lightshow of Kisara versus hoofed beast begged for his attention but he resisted.

Peyton retorted then, declaring the ‘natural order of things’ and August stood quiet, noticing the shift in Peacock’s eyes. He followed them with his own and spotted Romero at the mercy of Sabrina, the one with Kyoden’s sword. August recalled his initial objective. Ah. He found humor in it but didn’t show it, for he was busy preparing himself for Peacock’s next move, as she seemed to be gearing up to fight.

That proved an inaccurate expectation, however, when the woman simply up and left. Off to assist her friend. And August tightened his lips into a flat line with squinted eyes, relaxing out of his defensive stance.

. . . “Did we win?” he asked sarcastically, gazing on.

Following the rescue of her friend, Peacock’s blue form was suddenly struck from the air by the descent of a large beam, and her delicate body broke against the floor before going up in flames. August watched. Eyes lidded with apathy, his lips parted, the slightest hint of surprise. “Guess so,” he muttered, a twitch of the eyebrows when Romero started to transform.

He blinked.

Next thing he knew, he stood in the shadow of the overwhelming, beaked monstrosity with the lingering tingle of Peyton’s recent touch around his wrist, except Peyton was now fighting the damned thing. Objects of seemingly random selection flew from the aisle down which Sabrina had escaped, along with a man donned in a gas mask, and they bulleted for the monster.

August took a retreating step. How does one even fight a thing like that, he wondered, examining it over.

A ribbon of wind, then two, drew a slow circle around his feet.

. . . He readied himself to dip.

AUGUST/POST NOTES​

— —What he's wearing (See post image) White turtleneck; Teal jacket; White pants; Black shoes + Earrings, and ski goggles over his forehead

— —POST RECAP: Peacock leaves August and Peyton to save Romero. August and Peyton watch as Peacock is knocked out of the sky by Takaonna, then Peyton drags August along with him to face Romero. August gears up to abandon Peyton.

Coyote Hart AriAriAbabwa QuirkyAngel Lucem Kyuubey simj26 Elenion Aura Beann (Interacting w/ Peyton, Peacock, Romero, Miasma) (Sabrina, Kisara mentioned)​

 

[First Rose]

Rutheless Julio Hernandez

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SCENE:

Filth in the Gutter

LOCATION:

North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Filth~ Ruriko <> Silva | Yuto | Gerda | Orion | Mimi | Ten | Yuna | Darius |

The Sun in the Gutter

It was reassuring to the least that her cohorts had decided to avoid direct contact with their adversaries, especially once the comms overhead unleashed a hollered war cry of some sort. Apprehension loomed in the air for what seemed a twilight- and frankly Ruthe momentairy believed it was a bellow from the enemy, as if they’d already infiltrated thus far and their potential rendered anyone within ear-shot to be doomed an insufferable fate. Not the ideal way she wanted to go out.

Nonetheless, it was a slight relief to toss the concept to the wind as the shadows outside hinted contorting metal and violent commotion in the lots, it would have been foolish to seek direct contact with their adversaries, indeed. Though it would be just as incompetent to believe none had succeded to intrude. Hence, the serpentine duchess remained vigilant, and it seemed another of her gang members had collected among them as well, with a small look back, Rutheless offered her a warm smile in greeting. It was good to have her with them.

Steadily walking a few paces ahead of the rest, silver hues narrowed upon room, hall, and corner she passed, “now where… oh where, are these pests harboring..” Her words sang in a blissful musing, appearing to have more fun than she should be, all things considered. And yet and still, the fun all but began as familiars were seen up ahead in the distance. A pleasant surprise, the two veterans of their rival gang within their territory, oh she knew of them, quite well in fact. She’d be surprised if there was anyone within the dragons she didn’t know, save the rookies of course. And much to her delight, she had the benefit of obscurity, as the moment the pixel-head turned his gaze down the hall, she had slunk into an adjacent room. Sliding into the open quarters without falter before continuing an eager stride to the other entrance. There was no reason she couldn't enjoy their incognizance of her presence just a few moments longer.. Peeking out the other side of the hall, promptly taking notice that the two dragons weren't alone, as the acquainted Gerda and Yuto appeared to be making their charge. Would be a shame if their infiltrators got caught in their incoming assault…

Now remaining behind Silva as the two spoke, Ruthe slid into Ruriko’s peripheral, her eyes glossing with ambiance as a horde of serpents quietly hissed in a hypnotic dance of their own sinister nature. Per effect, Ruthe’s stare would pull every ounce of attention toward her, rendering everything else would fall away like stardust, and all noise to shrivel to a negligent hum. Nothing mattered the moment any gaze would fall upon her own- nothing but the woman’s captivating eyes, as each fiber of muscle would be struck cold as stone to anyone who spared a mere glance.

 

[Saturn_moon]

Ottilie James

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 3: Scene 3 [Ripples of Stardust]

LOCATION:

Zhànzhēng Resort, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hifumi, Hiram, Kazue, Omar, Ottilie

Ripples of Stardust

The closer they got to the resort, the louder and more fervent the sounds of protests became. Parked in front of the entrance was a crowd of a hundred or so people, all sporting angry eyebrows while shouting chants with the zeal of a new convert. Held high above some of their heads were an assortment of homemade signs in all different colors.

"RESPECT EXISTENCE OR EXPECT RESISTANCE" said one.

"NOT YOUR COLLATERAL DAMAGE" read another done up in bold red paint.

"BIG BROTHER STOP WATCHING" This was the most intricate with azure blue text and a very detailed illustration of The Guardian beneath that.

Prior to the mission, they had been informed that there was a protest taking place at Zhànzhēng Resort and their job was to go in, break it up, and restore peace. Straightforward enough... or so Ottilie had thought. What she hadn't realized until this moment was that the protests were against them. The Dragons themselves. The supposed peacemakers. "They're angry at us." She commented softly to the others while watching the protestors with keen interest. "Why are they angry at us?" Perhaps that was what they were here to find out.

Not wanting to force their way through the human barricade, Hiram led them off to a side fence out of the protestors' sight and used his potential to create a stepping block to help them get over. Ottilie personally found his potential fascinating seeing how it shared similarities with hers and yet could differ so much. She hypothesized that at the most basic level, potentials that shared the same class were likely to also share the same genetic root. From there, the gene likely spun off various branches resulting in the vast variety of potentials observed just within one class. Making a mental note to pull Hiram in for future tests, she hopped up on the concrete block and deftly hoisted herself over the fence, taking care not to jostle her backpack too much for fear the little fox inside would get dizzy or bumped by her textbooks.

Once everyone was across, Ottilie made a dash across the perfectly manicured lawn and headed toward the back porch. It was comparatively quieter here with no protestor or guest in sight. Only several lawn chairs and sun umbrellas. Pressing her face up against the window, she knocked loudly to get a staff's attention while waving the meal coupon in her hand. "EXCUSE ME." She shouted through the glass, making sure to enunciate every word. "COULD YOU LET US IN? WE WOULD LIKE TO DINE AT YOUR ESTABLISHMENT."

BluEndings YumenoTsukishiro azenva Vahn ​

 

[Lucem]

Ashley Hart

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]

LOCATION:

CDPD-HQ, Upper Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Ashley, Boltius, Eric, Gideon, Inigo, Roza, Tatsuya

TACTICAL MAYHEM

Gritting his teeth, Ashley continued to push as the officer's bat pressed against his throat. It was difficult to breathe, and the force threatened to crush his windpipe, but his ferocity remained. The bright red flames in his eyes were still there, intensifying as both men held their positions and refused to budge.

With one hand attempting to remove the pressure from his neck, he raised his baton, prepared to smash Oliver's bared teeth. However, before he got the chance to do so, the older man pulled back his weapon and threw him to the side, finally breaking the struggle. After a quick roll across the floor, Ashley recovered, now looking back at his opponent as he jumped to his feet.

As he took his stance, he noticed Oliver swinging wildly once again, only managing to strike tile. While the flailing could have just been a desperate attempt to get in another hit, Ashley thought otherwise. He brushed off the action as a pathetic tantrum before, but seeing it again made him think there was more meaning behind it. Unfortunately, he didn't have a lot of time to think about the purpose, as Oliver was just as quick to ready himself, now charging in to pick up from where the two of them left off.

Acting in response to the detective's lunge, Ashley rushed ahead as well, swinging his baton. It smacked against his opponent's weapon, being the first of many clashes. As they moved around the cluttered office, doing their best to put each other down, the sharp sound of metal on metal screeched, accompanying every impact. It was an annoying chain of blocking and being blocked, neither of them getting the satisfaction of landing a clean blow.

As frustration began to set in, Ashley spotted movement from the corner of his eye. Sidestepping one of Oliver's attempts at a homerun, he turned his head to investigate. Through the hole in the wall, he saw Stix carrying the injured Phoenix. While it was good to see that one issue had been handled, another was now presented to him. He thought Bolt was supposed to be handling the pickup, but the blinged-out Ace was nowhere to be seen. Did something happen to him?

Shortly after the question popped into his head, he noticed a potential answer. Visible through the barely covered windows, a giant shadow loomed. It looked like some kind of wall had been erected, surrounding the police station. It wasn't clear who was responsible for putting it there, but Ashley had a feeling it wasn't anyone from the Phoenixes. If that was the case, it was going to be a lot more difficult to leave if things took a turn for the worse. He realized that, but it had little effect on his morale. If they couldn't leave, then they just had to win. With their backs up against a literal wall, he and the others had plenty of incentive to give the mission everything they had.

Ashley's attention was soon pulled back to Oliver when the man tried to follow up on the momentary distraction. Leaning back just in time, Ashley narrowly avoided having his skull caved in, and the bat connected with one of the many desks instead, splitting it in two. As he tried to maintain his footing and move away from the rain of office supplies, he refocused.

There couldn't be any more distractions. Now that the injured Phoenix was out of harm's way, he didn't have to worry about anything else. He finally had the space and the freedom to let loose, nobody left to get caught in the crossfire. From this point on, the world outside of the bullpen didn't exist. There was just this fight. Just him and the person in front of him.

The moment Oliver charged in with his flurry, Ashley reached down and grabbed the corner of the broken desk. Once the officer was close enough, he effortlessly raised one of the halves and brought it down, trying to crush his target with a larger weight carried by enhanced strength. No matter how Oliver responded to him swinging his makeshift club, he didn't plan on stopping there. With the desk as cover, he intended to make use of his faster movement by dashing to the side and swinging his baton at the man's ribs.

Spoiler: Tags

Doctor Llamabean Coyote Hart Nobody Special RedArmyShogun Roda the Red simj26 Wxnter

 

[BriiAngelic]

Jackson Reese Alessi

SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 1 [PASSERI PARK'S ULTRA PASSIONATE MELODY ONSLAUGHT]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Florence, Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Dimitri, Jackson

THE GREAT THRESHOLD

"Huh? Come again? What'd you just say to me?"

He let out a sigh at her dramatics. Yeah figures that was his luck. Sweaty, dramatic, and dumb as a rock. So if they lost he wouldn’t even get a good fling out of it. He took a step back and around the girl as he held up his slip to the door trying to match the pattern to the segment he received. However that wasn’t meant to be as she came strutting up to him.

"Did you hear me ask for your opinion, punk? Do you know who you're talking to? How about you-"

Saved by the damn game itself as the girl collapsed into a heap as another woman fell atop her. He stared for a moment trying to process before he began a wheezing laugh at the two. Before long he was practically doubled over at the insanity of it all.

“PFFFT. Oh man that’s fucking rich. Who do you- and you aren’t even- Call me a punk huh, welp congratulations sucker.”

He managed to finish his laughter pretty fast all things considered. He held a hand out to Flo clearly already giving her brownie points for nearly knocking out the annoyance that was Makoto.

“Hey you good there girlie?”

Spoiler: Tags

General: The One Eyed Bandit Ambiloquous

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

HECTOR MOSES

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]

LOCATION:

Lucky Rabbit Casino - Below Ground Floor, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Hector, Hide, Raquel, Yukito, Zachariah
Alicia, Dante

WHOLE WORLD BLIND

“Good…”

The word echoed softly, vacantly, as though reaching nothing, and Hector fell silent after that as he exited the building, squinting past the sudden burst of sunlight. He marched rhythmically, soldierly as he led his rookies down the busy street. He didn’t look anywhere but straight on as he kept a pace just a tad quicker than them, and seemed to have full faith that the other group were going to approach their entry point behind him.

Past the entrance plaza, the crowds thinned, but only slightly as Hector continued to push ahead. Though harder to traverse, it was a blessing to have such a busy day in the district, rather than stick out before they even got inside. Soon their path led to a pair of barriers, with an illuminated parking sign above, highlighting the name of the place (“LUCKY RABBIT CASINO - VISITOR PARKING.”) and a green-lit number indicating a plentiful amount of free parking spaces. Beyond the barriers was a dim slope leading to the carpark below, and Hector halted at the peak, watching the cars as they went by. His eye drifted to a carving in the pavement ahead, for cars to pull in not far from the carpark entrance, and he spoke a few words, hand over earpiece to include the others.

“Pick-up spot next to parking lot entrance, if we need it close.”

Beside the two barriers was a sign, “No Pedestrian Access”, and a small fence beside the barriers that was pristine. No footmarks, no chips in the paint, too perfect. Stupid Tigers with their stupid signs. A final car drove through, barrier raising and falling quickly, and Hector stuck one boot on the fence during the pause in traffic, hoisting himself over to the other side. He didn’t need to instruct his team to follow him as he descended to the lot below.

Now in the bowels of the rabbit was sudden tranquillity. Despite the place sporting the classic concrete grey look of many car parks, it was embellished with the beast’s flair. Poster boards, mostly advertising the casino itself, but a few notable sponsors (all within the reach of those above, of course) also adorned the walls with their own allures. If it were a simple vandalism job, they would've been the first to be torn down, but Hector maintained his composure as he brushed a finger along each car he walked past.

Ahead of the entrance was a block in the middle of the carpark, the central location all lanes seemed to lead past. A sign on a door said “Elevators”. The elevators, it seemed. 6 metal boxes contained within a small building. A few civilians wandering towards the building indicated easy access… for now. But Hector’s eyes wandered, until he let out a simple “Hm.”

“Staff Parking” displayed on the wall in one corner of the maze of cars, and beside it another building, split into two parts. One door labelled “Stairs”, and another marked “Staff Only”, with a scanner beside it.

“See him?” In a low voice he spoke, eye focused, hands itching. “By the car?”

A man did stand in his field of view, having just strolled to a car in the staff parking zone before catching a glimpse of the strange trio, and he stood with a weary, wary stare, a stare that could almost match the Queen’s steely expression.

After flitting glances to the fortunately quiet section of the lot, Hector began a casual walk towards the man. “Get him, now. Don’t let him run or shout.” His heart was already beating loud like a drum in his chest, almost louder than the commands he gave in hushed tone.

Too much was at stake for anyone to get in the way.

 

[joshuadim]

ANYA PERIKOV

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi, Merrit, Noa, Ryoma, Suzerain

FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING

"He does get money, but he just... well..." Anya replied to Noa with a shrug, "Kept spending it all on booze and drugs." Noa and her bodyguard would take the initiative and head outside to take a look at the alleyway behind the building. The entrance to the area was to the right of the building that housed the bar, a small passage that led to a slightly larger area that contained the backdoors, fire escapes, and dumpsters of both Bar Shellac and the neighboring buildings. In no other words, it was the dumping grounds for all these buildings in this cramped place. The smell was pretty bad, but what caught Noa's eye was the fire escape railing that went up Bar Shellac's building. Dirty footprints plastered on the walls, as if someone were scaling it rather than using the walkway provided. And even more interestingly, the footprints were pointed towards Hitoshi's window.

Back inside, Suzerain's discovery on Hitoshi's laptop had Anya nod. "Hyperstar... it's a recent addition to the landscape here." she said, "It's run by some sleazy suit I hear. Had the cash to buy out the property and make it his own." She then sighed: "Makes sense Hitoshi would go there. Probably to try out the *selection* of booze and bathroom stall drugs they've got going on there."

She was about to speak on Hitoshi again, but then suddenly she felt something... off. She visibly stilled, her eyes darting nearby. It was as if someone was watching. Both Suzerain and Ryoma could feel it as well in the moment shortly thereafter, but they could not see it. Anya's eyes then slowly trailed to her left, towards the empty corner of the room. In anticipation of something, she felt her heart pound in fear but saw nothing out of the ordinary. That was, until her eyes moved up towards the ceiling corner. Almost imperceptibly, she saw a figure. A man. Camouflaged to match the brick and paint perfectly. Anya's eyes widened until she let finally let out a scream.

"FUCK!" the intruder yelled as he jumped out, his exterior quickly returning to its normal, reptilian form as he pounced to kick at Ryoma. Using the man as a springboard, he then launched himself out of the window with a thunderous crash.

THE INTRUDER

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi, Merrit, Noa, Ryoma, Suzerain

FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING

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That damned woman broke my cover! the intruder thought to himself as he clutched at a device taped to his chest. He was now panicked as he realized there were two others outside now, likely cutting off his chance at an easy escape. He didn't sign up to fight, he was here to just record the room for a job. And he certainly didn't want to fight Phoenixes! This was bad, BAD news. Noa and her bodyguard had only shifted slightly from the sudden burst of action as the intruder then landed atop some trash bags and pounced towards the two of them. "OUT OF MY WAY!"

Interacting: Ryoma ( Stros ), Suzerain ( Ambiloquous ), Noa ( Peckinou )

 

[Peckinou]

Helva Linxal

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SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Dragon and the Phoenix]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hou @SilverFlight , Isaiah Lucem , Kanna @FabulousTrash , Maho @The Suspicious Eye , Meirin QuirkyAngel , Ra @The Prophet , Rin @EmperorsChosen , Shen Elenion Aura , Soren , Vulken Nobody Special , Yaroslav, Yong-Yut @gxxberkit .

The Dragon and the Phoenix

Helva wasn't exactly thrilled with what Maho was saying, Vulken dating a Dragon wasn't really a good thing, and having a kid with one, would likely result in them being raised by Dragons, and would complicate things. Though just the thought of it really made Helva shudder, as she did her best to push that all out of her mind, grabbing Maho and taking her back to the Phoenix side was her main priority, the girl was impulsive and was going to to say what was on her mind at the very least, that much was pretty clear. Helva tried not to visibly react to things Maho was saying, as it seemed mostly to be crazy talk anyhow. Instead she put her main focus into bringing her back to the Phoenix side, the last Comment Maho made, took the cake as the weirdest sentence she had ever heard. Maho was Zachs sponseree, so to Helva she was practically her Phoenix niece, the comment about them kissing made them shudder in disgust more than blush, but after she explained to Maho who she was, she had hoped that would calm her down somewhat.

But nothing could of prepared her for what Maho would go on to say next, and the fact that she referred to him as Master Hawk, made her wonder just what that idiot was teaching his Sponseree. Still though she was happy to get Mahos cooperation at the very least, it seemed clear to her that Maho couldn't be threatened to do things, as most things would probably just fly over her head, so she would probably have to use the same nest approach to keep her listening. Once they were safely on the far end of the Phoenix side Helva put Maho down, in which case she decided to call out to the Dragon that she was just with telling them about how she was to stay on this side. Helva face palmed but kept her silence, well she doubted this girl could be trusted with many secrets, it would be useful to know as a future reference she supposed. To Helva it seemed that she would need to use the Baby Bird approach when it came to Maho, so putting on a smile she said "YEAH! Good job Skullgirl!" then giving her a thumbs up and a pat on the head. That was until Maho talked about Zach, Helvas face froze when she mentioned how Zach liked underwear, and began to talk about Zach, Helvas listened and looked towards Maho intensely as she began to speak. The look on Mahos face made Helva assume some things about Zach that she would typically be seen as one of the greatest sins to commit, Helvas internal fury spiked as she thought to herself THAT MOTHERFUCKING CREEPING PLAYBOY BASTERED, WITH HIS OWN SPONSEREE? ONCE I GET MY MOTHERFUCKING HANDS ON HIM I'M GOING TO CASTRATE THAT MOTHER FUCKER AND THEN TEAR OUT HIS FREAKING EYES AND FEED IT TO HIM! Helvas face twitched in anger as she stormed away once Maho was done speaking.

She needed a bit of time to cool down, and simply went back to watching the Dragons, the look of Hate was now visible on her face as she looked towards them all, their attention moved to a man who was sitting in a Golden Chair, as they called out talking about Friendship. Helva openly scoffed at the the thought of it, the fact that the man had the mind to use his potential in front of them and take a seat made it clear that he was allowing himself to be complacent in front of a enemy gang. She figured he either had a plan and was trying to lure them into underestimating them, or he would really just be a easy target to take down if this evolved into a battle. Either way, she figured he would need to be a high priority target if things didn't work out, his potential seemed to be a money grab that would make it hard to beat the Dragons Financially, and Helva made sure to telepathically communicate to Hiyma about it. Hiyma you know the Gold guy? Got his potential listed? Well put him as a high priority target. for a moment Hiyma didn't reply too busy toiling away on her phone, though she eventually sent a thought message back Done, tsk, and stop telling me how to do my job! I know what i'm doing, idiot! Helva originally was going to send another thought message back to her but decided against it, as Hiyma was not the type to back down. Instead she shifted her focus back to the Dragons, nothing much was going on, that was until a scuffle between the Phoenixs and Dragons happened in the middle of the invisible line, "And this is why people should stick to the farthest corner of their sides." Helva couldn't help but mutter but before she could make a move she noticed Maho get excited, grabbed her mace and charged over towards the dragons. A smirk came to Helvas lips as she saw Maho readily charge to help her Phoenix Comrades, "Well atleast she gots spirit, is willing to help her fellow Phoenixs and bust some Dragon heads. " still though, she couldn't really allow Maho to bust some Dragon heads yet. As it seemed that the Dragons, Jack and what was likely a Dragon Vet, made a effort to split up the fight, so it was only fair that they didn't push it further either. So Helva made sure to grab Maho from the back of the shirt using it like a collar and then Dragging her on over to Hiyma, "No, no fighting yet, skullgirl, Jinn watch over this one will you?" When Helva said that Hiyma gave Helva a wtf, look as she was clearly annoyed having to work on data collecting and watching over a girl with the mind of a 10 year old.

As Helva shifted her focus back to the Scene she noticed Rin split the fight up for the Phoenix side, at first she was sorta fine with it, though she doubted that the other Phoenixs would be fond of a Rookie man handling them like that. Then again, they all appeared to be Rookies themselves, she didn't really have much of a problem with the way Rin handled it, that was until she goaded the other rookies into fighting her. While usually she had no problem with Phoenixs fighting each other, as it was simply a bit of fun rough housing to them usually, fighting in front of the Dragons would send a bad message, one of disunity, division and weakness, which is something Helva wasn't going to allow . Helva went on to march on towards the unruly Phoenixs, their face visibly showing how annoyed she was as, she directed a glare towards Rin before shifting it towards the other Phoenix rookies. "WELL? You guys, go kick rocks and stay away from the Dragons side. As for you." she directed her glare towards Rin "Put the Rookies down, and we will talk later." Helva was a Vet with a Decade in the Phoenixs, that was enough to command some respect, plus she had a reputation of dueling Lyric and teaching out of line Rookies a lesson, so any Rookie that decided to not heed their words, would likely know, that they will be eating concrete and get a major beating at a later date. Helva tapped her foot impatiently, as she waited for Rin to set the Rookies down and for the rest of them to disperse, while she didn't want to fight any Phoenixs, she wasn't afraid of dropping and dragging a few or scaring them into obeying if necessary.

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

JOZEF DAALMAN

CS Link

SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunks In The City]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Celestine, Jozef, Markus, Nikolai, Tri

HUNKS IN THE CITY

CHEEEESE

After licking a speck of sauce off his upper lip, Jozef first maintained a toothy grin for the first couple of photos, then protruded his tongue out in a cheeky manner for the final photo. A natural in front of the camera, or so he assumed with no old photos to go off of for reference, he couldn’t understand why his two fellow Serpents were so reluctant. He’d have to make sure Tri sent him the photos, for a memento of the joyful weekend. Already Jozef was thinking of doodling Celeste somewhere on a copy of the photo to give to her, so she wasn’t left out.

His brows furrowed in concern when Celeste pointed the staring stranger out, peeking past his taller companions' heads to briefly spot the man before turning to Tri for instructions. He wasn’t too worried about it meaning anything bad for them, far more concerned about the no-fighting rule being broken, again wondering where Tri saw the line between a violent act and a fight.

“Celeste, thanks so much for the ice cream, but I can’t really do this with it in my hand.” Jozef spoke quickly and apologetically to her before suddenly bringing the ice cream up to his mouth, suctioning a large dollop up and letting the sudden chill hit as he swallowed it whole. He took another go at breaking through the large treat before, seemingly satisfied, he brought it away from his mouth, grabbing a tissue from the nearby counter to wipe the mess off his face. He threw the tissue towards a nearby bin, missing, before ducking his head down and sauntering out of the parlor. The cone, now with much less, but still a decent amount of ice cream left, sat loosely in his hand.

He looked at the kerb beneath his feet, it was the perfect setup. He didn’t even need to see if the man was paying attention.

One step, two step.

Jozef wasn’t the violent type. Nor was he the bullying type.

Three step, cross the road, jaywalking is allowed, right?

He didn’t want to make anyone upset, but orders were orders.

Four step, five, right ahead hopefully.

Jozef thought he saw this prank on WeTube before.

Six step, seven- “Whoop!”

The ice cream soared from his hand in a quick jerking motion as an invisible interruption sent the rookie stumbling forward in an exaggerated manner, mouth open in shock as he lifted his head up, his hope being that the sticky, cold dessert would make contact with their bullying target. Regardless, he could play it off as a mistake and let the professionals move in.
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[The One Eyed Bandit]

NPC Post - Stressed-Out Contestant E

SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 1 [PASSERI PARK'S ULTRA PASSIONATE MELODY ONSLAUGHT]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Florence, Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Dimitri

THE HOTEL BETWIX

"Gah! Eep! Ah!" Elizabeth squealed and tutted as Gav yanked her down the hall. Her hair writhed in turn with her panic, a wreath of tentacles lashing about blindly at one another in an expression of their owner's distress.

"Could you..." She breathed long, heavy breaths. "Slow down a little!? I think we should really--- Really take a slow and steady approach!" The squid-haired woman continued to contest in vain, but none the less followed after the larger, more confident of the two of them. At some point during she'd been to frantic to notice, the other two has vanished. They were gone. Consumed by this great, mechanical death trap.

Honestly. She hardly even paid attention to celebrities these days. Before she'd signed up for this... Ordeal, all she'd heard about this Passeri Park character was through word of mouth, and advertisements, and yet, she still felt betrayed. She was looking for cash, not to fear for her life.

"Just! Wait! A moment!" Elizabeth cried, her stammers condensing into a brief, willful yell. Her hair lashed out in turn, the largest of her tentacles, the two which dangled on either side of her face, shooting forward and grasping Gav by the shoulders. She froze for a moment, her eyes going wide as she realized just what she'd done, and then retraced her tentacles in a hurry.

"S-sorry! I had a moment. B-but! I think that guy- The white-haired one- he went down, and-" She cut herself off, scurrying out of the room whilst pulling Gav along by the sleeve. She went from door to door, her eyes flicking from each number printed upon them to the next, until she found what she was looking for. Her eyes turned bright with pride, and she jabbed both ones of her fingers, and one of her tentacles at the number plate.

"See! Some of them are upside down! I'd bet my bottom dollar that they're the elevators!"

Spoiler: Tags

Interacted With: @The Regal Rper
General: @The Prophet @Anne Boolean Ambiloquous Elenion Aura

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

NPC Post - Miles 'The Middler' Middleton

SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 1 [PASSERI PARK'S ULTRA PASSIONATE MELODY ONSLAUGHT]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Florence, Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Dimitri, Jackson

PASSERI PARK'S ULTRA PASSIONATE MELODY ONSLAUGHT

Pivots swung and pistons churned. As Milo approached the Hotel's exit, an ominous fog billowed throughout the halls. A thin vapour of faux smoke clung to the floor, which, in turn with the wallpaper, which turned charred and black as Milo ventured deeper, gave the impression that these depths were charred, burnt and forgotten. At the end of the hall, two doors lay, one of them pristine and untouched, whilst the other matched the walls: A rickety thing which was barely holding itself together.

As it had before, the ceiling parted, and a television screen swung down from above. This time, it was accompanied by an artificial, thunderous boom which caused lights which dotted the hall to flicker. The television hung there for a moment, and then another moment, and then...

Another moment more. The fourth and final moment stretched on, as if it were grasping for the infinite, until eventually, finally, Miles's face buzzed onto the screen wearing an apologetic grin.

"Sorry, bud!" He laughed, still only half paying attention as he rummaged about his vicinity in search of something. "Bad timing! A couple of the other players just stumbled their way into a new arena, and I had to show them some hospitality. Gimme another sec, though! I'm supposed to be in character for this one."

He shot Milo a grin, and then continued to rummage, only stopping once he'd recovered some piece of cloth- a hood- and had thrown it over the top of his head.

"There it is! Don't worry, kid, this part won't go to air. Movie magic." He cleared his throat, and then adjusted a dial off-screen, which caused the room he was in to dim.

"Congratulations, brave soul, you've chanced your way through the horrors of..." He pressed a button, and the thunder-boom effect from earlier repeated itself. "...The Hotel Betwixt! But now, a choice lays before you... That of the selfless man, or the selfish cur!"

Ferried by a series of rails, the screen swung back and fixed itself between the two doors.

"Through one of these doors is a great boon! A blessing born of this twisted place! And through the other... That, I dare not speak. And it falls upon you to choose! The path you tread will be yours and yours alone... Whilst the other will remain open to all those who wish to seek passage. So, brave one, this I ask, will you doom your competitors to torment, or allow them to prosper in thou place?" He let his words hang for a moment, before hitting the thunder button another time. "THE CHOICE IS YOURS, MILLLOOOOOO NAGISSSAAAAAAA!"

Miles's speech finished, the hall returned to normal, and he threw the hood from his head.

"By the by, I told you that playing along would be the fastest way forward." He gave Milo a wink, and then before he had a chance to respond, cut the connection.

Spoiler: Tags

Interacted With: Elenion Aura
General: Ambiloquous @The Prophet @The Regal Rper @Anne Boolean BriiAngelic

 

[Saturn_moon]

Albino Tigers

SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]

LOCATION:

Heavenly Beast Plaza, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Elias, Ezra, Isobel, Kenji, Passeri, Wren

Where Giants Sleep

In the monotony of the tunnels that surrounded them, it was hard to keep track of the time that had passed. The only indication of progress was the slight drop in temperature and the occasional time check on their phones.

It wasn't clear when dirt turned to stone but eventually, it became difficult not to notice for it was literally staring them in the face. Stretched out before the trio was a long and straight passageway lined with stone blocks. Along both walls were arched doorways fitted with metal gates spaced equally down the entire way.

Behind each gate was a small chamber just large enough for one to stand in the middle and stretch their arms out in any direction. Walking down, they would notice most were empty with the exception of five in which plates of half-eaten food had been left on the ground alongside a rumpled heap of blankets.

Marking the end of the passageway was a statue, although from this distance and with the little light they had it was hard to make out any other details.

Lucem Kyuubey Stros ​

 

[Roda the Red]

ERIC EVENSEN

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]

LOCATION:

CDPD HQ, Upper Central Disctrict

PARTICIPANTS:

Ashley, Boltius, Eric, Gideon, Inigo, Roza, Tatsuya

TACTICAL MAYHEM

Eric was shocked, utterly perplexed by the mysterious man's performance. His words, his tone, his very expressions all worked in perfect harmony to achieve a certain feel. The detective had heard about this before, but he was not prepared to experience it in the flesh.

Could it be that this man was one of those fabled "Chuunis" he's heard so much about?

Either way, this was no time or place to be mesmerized by the presence of a delusional manchild. This was at the end of the day, a dire situation and he needed to take this seriously. The words of the so called Eville seemed completely out of reason, as he would get caught in the explosion as much as de detective, but still..

It's better to assume that his speech wasn't a lie. The consequences of believing that he's lying are worse than believing he's telling the truth. Besides, this entire situation with the station overrun by people is scary. The best thing to do is stand down for now. After all, this man isn't trying to hurt me yet.

The lights from Eric's hands died down in an instant, his pose turning more passive as he decided against an aggressive approach. His attention was drawn towards the window for a moment, as the lights coming in from it started from dim, a large structure rising from the ground caused a tremble all throughout the station. Eric knew what it was, and you could even say that he expected it. His attention returned to the gangster, listening to his words with great attention, this was a scary situation after all, and he needed to be careful.

.

.

.

wait a minute.

Scary?

Why would it be scary...That's right

Nothing really matters, after all.

As the empty cup traversed downwards through the air, it was intercepted by an extremely fast bolt of light, the impact causing it to "bounce", landing a couple feet further neatly into an office garbage bin.

"Littering is a felony, you know? Looks like a fine is in order"

Eric's middle and index fingertips shined brightly once more, his hand being held close to his face in a finger guns position.

"If you wanna blow up this room, then do it, going out in a blaze of glory doesn't sound too bad, anyways"

Direct Interaction: Coyote Hart
In Scene: Doctor Llamabean Lucem RedArmyShogun simj26 Nobody Special Wxnter

 

[Peckinou]

Noa Bakoria Aquanaut

http://www.google.com

CS Link

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi joshuadim , Merrit , Ryoma Stros , Suzerain Ambiloquous

Follow the Lightning

Noa had let out a annoyed groan, when the lady stated that Hitoshi would mostly squander his money on booze and drugs, so many people going into self ruin all because of drugs, it's no wonder Helva hated them. Though she supposed that they had better things to do than to judge Hitoshis financial choices, she supposed it could be that he barely has any money left, or got himself into debt. Though considering Hitoshis lifestyle she supposed she shouldn't be surprised that he has financial management issues, after a brief contemplation she went to move outside in order to investigate the area. Though as Noa and her bodyguard made their way outside they weren't really expected to find much, and the first thing they couldn't help but notice was the smell. To say Noa hated it would be a understatement, as she was more use to the finer aspects of life, and dealing with areas of trash like this, where the smell is intolerable to say the least, is way out of her comfort zone. While she looked like she was about to puke her bodyguard only twitched slightly, as if they seemed to be less effected by it than her, and while she was busy trying to recollect themselves, their bodyguard was staring at the footprints on the wall. When Noa finally came back to her senses she looked towards the the wall as well, noticing the footprints on it leading to the window, as if it was scaled. "Huh, so i guess it was likely a kidnapping then." before Noa could further investigate though. Their bodyguards potential had activated, alerting them of a incoming danger, and they quickly threw Noa behind them to the ground, as a figure soon jumped out the window into the dumpster. Only to immediately leap out towards them, their bodyguard took this as threat to Noas safety and immediately moved to grab them in order to redirect them to the wall. The forewarning their potential gave them seemed to help give them a heads up, making the element of surprise obsolete when it came to the sudden attack.

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Guinevere Blank

CS Link

SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 3 [Silence for the Damned]

LOCATION:

Dilapidated Clinic, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charmy, Dagger, Guinevere, Jack

Silence for the Damned

What did she feel?

Guinevere smiled. There was a question, one seasoned thick with vaguery and nonsense. These were the words of a dying mind, one caught betwixt the realms of the living and the dead. Those sloppy soliloquies, and the occasional, marble-eyed moment of disassociation she knew them well. Better than anybody else ever could.

"Personally? Lovely!" Guinevere spoke, pep in her voice. Their new guests- the cowboy and the weapon- they reeked of danger, their host- the once-dead king- he reeked of the obscure, and his guest- this wry matron- she reeked of... Her nose twitched. At some point since Dagger and Jack's arrival, she'd started to pace the room, in that sort of aimless, floaty way that she often did.

She, the wry one, she reeked of... Cortisol? Wine? She couldn't quite place it.

"It's such an auspicious afternoon, after all~ It's not quite often that one's granted an audience with a dead King, much less one of such a fierce kingdom as yours." She brushed pasted the King as she made another round of the hall. He wasn't the only big fish here today. There was another face she recognised. Another face. Another lost soul from a bygone age. Amestria's Most Wanted, the White Wolf was that sort of woman, but in regards to that, she was wise enough to keep her mouth shut.

Besides, she wasn't sure if war crimes fell under her jurisdiction.

"What do you feel, though?" Her curiosity was starting to peek through. It was hard enough for her to have kept it under wraps for so long. "A living mind stuck inside a dead body. Life caged by decay. What is that like? Your Potential, you still have it, so where do you think it's being kept? Do you have any memories from before you rose? How are you-"

She went on and on. These were the questions she'd asked the other dead and then some. She felt a touch of shame. There were other things she could ask him.

"-No, not how." Her smile turned cryptic, and then with a few dance-like strides, she drew close to the dead King. "What. What do you want? What are you here for? What is it that you're clinging to life for?"

Spoiler: Tags

Interacted With: Elenion Aura
General: simj26 BluEndings Chaos Gallant

 

[Doctor Llamabean]

NPC POST - THE CHESSMASTER

SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 1 [Thicker Than Water]

LOCATION:

Mysterious Black Site, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

August, Damian, Kinsley, Kisara, Kyo, Peyton, Raph, Sab, Shinko

THICKER THAN WATER

Chester watched glitter-eyed as her Pawns, Knights, and Bishops were pulverized before her. Snapped like twigs. Crumpled like paper despite stature and the steel of their armor.

Rows of pallet shelves stood behind her, about three yards back. Some were empty, others were stocked. All were blanketed with dust, and they stretched deep into the pool of darkness that crept forth from the unknown depths of the warehouse. Some of the Serpents had already advanced beyond said darkness, but Chester never shared the goal of halting their advance in the first place, so she was little concerned.

Her Pawns had dwindled down to two. Knights and Bishops no more than a crunch and squelch underfoot. But those two Pawns didn’t let up. Slowly, they circled the two Serpents that remained, Damien and Kinsley. Rooks stood in a cross around them, each one aiming a fist three skulls wide that shone with the blue of idle flames.

Damien grabbed Kinsley then and his tentacles exhaled a billowing blackness that enveloped the area, obscuring sight.

All together, brighter, the flames flickered with new frantic—danced with new vigor. Their gauntlets sputtered and spat with flame as if unable to contain it. Then, at the pinnacle of magnification, when it seemed the gauntlets would surely give, blue flames streamed forth to devour the two Serpents of interest.

At the center of the cross-formation, the flames molded a massive sphere that swirled with black smoke. And the Rooks gazed on with unyielding detachment as they fed it—exterminators who’d grown bored of killing bugs for a living. One of them wore a gash in its armor but the others remained, thus far, untouched.

Just then, ink rained down upon them and doused the flames; coated their armor. The Pawns flung the ink from their swords and sought up, releasing ghostly, chittering cries of rage to see Damien and Kinsley high above. They were barreling straight for the King and Queen.

Stepping forward to charge, one of the Pawns slipped and buckled to a knee. The other tripped over the knelt one, armor scratching across the floor like nails over a chalkboard as it scrambled to get up.

Chester locked eyes with Damien as he whispered something into Kinsley’s ear. A redness rose into her cheeks, warm beneath the hands that cupped them.

She couldn’t see her Pawns, but her Rooks’ gauntlets reignited to reveal four faint blues within the miasma. They hovered with movement, but the Rooks were slow, and the Serpents were on them.

Kinsley came first. An echoing chuckle bubbled out from the Queen, sounding far away as if rising from the deep of a well, but it licked close at the ears with a forked tongue. Then Damien came next, at no surprise to the King either. Right before impact, the King moved his sword aside and held up his left hand at the oncoming mass of muscle.

Tentacle to steel palm, the King slid back several feet against the force, leaving splintered lacerations in the wake of his boots. He let Damien fall back a step and shared with him in a moment of quiet study. Through the dark slit in his helm, only one eye glowed. When the moment passed, the King took a high stance. Judging from the distance between them, no strike would connect unless he moved forward, yet he swung nonetheless. In a downward arc, the sword cut air, then again as the King drew a crescent from right to left.

Nothing happened.

The King held his sword with two hands, letting the tip lower, stance unwavering.

Then...

An incoherent whisper raced up from behind the tentacled Serpent, cutting through the clamor of the surrounding action, and arrived accompanied by the ringing of a light bell. At Damien’s rear, the ground seemed to split apart at the behest of some unseen force, carving the same laceration in the floor as the King’s boots had, only this one was much larger. Another laceration split the floor to Damien’s left and, together, one occurring before the other, they rushed toward the Serpent with the threat of slicing him in four.

As for the Queen, she waited for Kinsley to make the first move.

Spoiler: Pieces

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CHESSMASTER/POST NOTES​

— —THE CHESSMASTER'S POTENTIAL: [IF YOU KILL HER, YOU KILL THEM ALL] Chester, for short, has the ability to bring any standard chess piece to life, and these pieces will willingly do her bidding, as well as protect her at any cost. The pieces possess similar strength to HPs, if not slightly more due to their overall size, and some of the pieces, depending on their title, may display additional talents. She is limited to one Queen and King despite the other pieces being doubled.

— —PIECES REMAINING:
Pawns (2/12) - Pawns possess similar strength to that of the average HP and no additional talents. Easy to kill.
Knights (0/3) - Knights generate powerful heat and possess above average strength relevant to HPs. They are alarmingly fast. They may generate flames at the end of their lance. Easy to kill.
Bishops (0/4) - Bishops are four-armed and capable of launching fireballs. The gently glowing lamps in their possession may draw attention, distracting their enemies. Easy to kill if you can get close. They will try to keep a distance.
Rooks (4/4) - Rooks are massive, powerful, and wielding of flame like Knights and Bishops. While they are considerably slow, they are extremely durable. They may spray flame from their gauntlets in harsh jet-like surges.
Queen (1/1) - TBA
King (1/1) - Listen for the bell, then pay attention.

— —POST RECAP: Chester's pieces dwindle. Damien and Kinsley turn their attention to the King and Queen. While the Queen waits, the King strikes first.

Beann Lucem simj26 Coyote Hart Elenion Aura AriAriAbabwa QuirkyAngel Kyuubey (Interacting w/ Damien, Kinsley)​

 

[Ambiloquous]

Flo Léon-Kang

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CS Link

]

SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [PASSERI PARK'S ULTRA PASSIONATE MELODY ONSLAUGHT]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Florence, Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Dimitri, Jackson (

BriiAngelic

)

HP

STA

CHR

“Motherfu—”

Flo swore there was a lot more smacking on the sides of this tube than the first—were there different quality tube rides, or was this one just particularly shitty? Tucking her limbs closer together to minimize impact, a pinprick of light ballooned in front of her eyes, signalling her exit. Tensing for the fall, she thought she heard a loud voice before she slammed into a body which promptly collapsed. She winced and couldn’t help but think that if this had been a wrestling finisher, the match would’ve been over. What a drop.

A couple of curses and a choppy question later, the glitzy contestant somehow managed to roll out of the heap and awkwardly get up—and in heels, no less. Automatically, her opinion of her improved. Anyone who could take a crash like that in heels and not break an ankle was on another level. Another competitor nearby was doubled down laughing at the situation, and she couldn’t blame him. It was a ridiculous scenario, so if that’s what the show was going for, it had succeeded.

Sitting up, she grabbed the hand that was given to her and yanked herself into a standing position.

“I’m used ta this shit. Should be more worried about that one.”

She tilted her head and pointed her thumb towards Makoto.

“Took the brunt of impact.”

With that, she squinted and addressed the one she’d taken for a landing cushion.

“Hey, ya alright there? Sorry for landin’ on ya. Name’s Flo.”

She would’ve stuck a hand out to shake, but it didn’t seem like she liked her much and her figure was overshadowed by the glow outlining her form—she wasn't entirely sure where her hands were.

The light behind the woman was eye-searingly neon and more than a tad difficult to focus on. It appeared to be part of the main spectacle in this challenge, though Flo asked to be sure.

“Is that a door? What’s goin’ on with ‘The Great Threshold’?”

She didn’t notice the more unassuming box to the left, too distracted by the swirling colours flying across the double doors.

TL;DR:

Flo falls on Makoto, takes Jackson's hand and questions door.

 

[AriAriAbabwa]

LARS ALBRECHT

SCENE:

Securing the Future

LOCATION:

East District, Tech Expo, Meeting Room

PARTICIPANTS:

Lars (NPC), Chikage

Securing the Future

Lars remained in place, watching Chikage shift into his aggressive self. Arms crossed, he kept the same stone-cold countenance he began with. It wasn't until the chief brought up the rumor of a mistress being responsible for his disappearance that he got an annoyed twitch out of the tech giant. "Of all things, to associate me with the miserable actions befitting of the commonfolk..." he whispered, clenching his hands into fists—under the table and out of sight. "See, that is the problem with the modern day press! No longer do they have the people in their hearts, they only keep greed and selfishness!"

Chikage's anger spread to the other man, but rather than anger, Lars showed it off as passion. "You don't understand, do you? This is why I had to return. I've only been hearing how the Dragons and society has been falling downhill since my absence. Their miserable brothel business is becoming their only source of work. That imbecile 'King' of ours tore down a bridge on a whim! And now we're trying to... to make amends with a good-as-dead band of barbarians who only know ruthless death and suffering!"

Lars downed his cup of alochol in one constant chug. He slammed the mug on the table with a grin, his energy only ramping upward. "I chose to join the Dragons because they are a stepping stone towards a brighter future, but as it stands, with the way things are in the East, that future is not yet possible!" He gestured his hand forward as if to offer his piece. "They shouldn't be known as a gang. We're activists; members of a political party—and not one of those groups that can only whine on social media, pretending as if they're contributing to their cause! We don't want savagery, we want peace! We don't want destruction, we want an Industrial Revolution! An actual impact to change not only Amestria, but the world for the better!"

The realization of his rising volume hit him in the following second, and he leaned back with a chuckle. "You say that our quests for bettering things are not the same. But you don't understand." The bottle poured itself into Lars' cup. "I know that New Oasis is unkind to those who do not deserve it. I've feared for my loved ones many times: if some violent group happened upon my sons... my wife... People can't live a normal, happy life in this place. I'm sure you have seen that firsthand, hm?" A smug gaze narrowed into Chikage's own. "In the future I see, these kinds of commonplace tragedies are nothing more than sentences in history textbooks and drama screenplays."

Lars rested his free hand on his lap. "We don't have to like each other. We don't have to agree. But you and I are not enemies. For both of our goals, we need to do whatever is necessary to reach them, and that is where our interests align." The man's eyes drifted downwards, taking on a solemn vibe. "I won't live long enough to see my vision come true, and you can't defend this paradise forever; you can't be everywhere at once. The only way forward is technology, and at some point, we will all need to embrace it."

He laughed a deep, infectious laugh. "I've gone on a tangent, haven't I? Point is, a deal between our groups will only yield benefits, and I understand your apprehension, but such a feeling is completely baseless for this situation." Lars flicked his eyes out the door. "If you'd like some time to consider, there's an entire expo of the nation's great innovations to admire."

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[Beann]

SAMIRA CALRISSIAN

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie

THE HEIST

While waiting for the rest of her fellow Tigers to select a fitting mask, Samira’s slender fingers traced along the floral ornaments that spread out and around the base of her chosen mask. The design was beautiful, in her opinion, and it made her think Ryutaro had added it to his collection specifically for her. Aside from the current Tigers in the room, there was one more Tiger she wished to flaunt her elegant mask off to: her very close companion, Jack.

Sliding her phone out of her pocket, she let the biometrics do the work of unlocking her device before navigating to the camera application. Extending her arm slightly out, she covered her face partially, making sure to get the entire mask in her selfie. Capturing the picture, she looked it over for a split second before sending it to the cowboy with the caption:

“Felt cute, might commit a crime ”

With a small huff of amusement to herself, she slid her phone back into her pocket before turning to look at Sylvie and Camila, both having decided on their masks as well. Her lips curved into a smile, “gold is such a wonderful color, isn’t it?” Samira directed her question mainly to Sylvie who had chosen a completely gilded mask. If it wasn’t obvious, she greatly appreciated the color as it was always incorporated into any outfit she wore. Her skin complimented it well and it didn’t hurt to flaunt a bit of wealth all the time.

Samira’s attention then shifted over to Cal who had passed out earpieces, explaining to them that he would be feeding them any necessary information during their mission. She fastened the earpiece in, adjusting a few strands of her hair to completely cover her ear, keeping the small device hidden from view.

On the Queen’s cue, she donned the mask and followed him and the rest of the group to his private elevator — a short trip to the parking garage where an armored truck was waiting for them. As Ryutaro opened the vehicle doors for them, Samira was the first to step forward, extending her hand out delicately to her Queen in search of assistance into the truck. Despite wearing heels, she found her footing easily and made room for the rest of the Tigers to enter.

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[BriiAngelic]

Jackson Reese Alessi

SCENE:

New Oasis Arc 3: Scene 1 [PASSERI PARK'S ULTRA PASSIONATE MELODY ONSLAUGHT]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Florence, Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Dimitri, Jackson

THE GREAT THRESHOLD

“I’m used ta this shit. Should be more worried about that one. Took the brunt of impact.”

He cracked a grin at the new participant. Good then already found someone with more cooperation than the last. He rolled his shoulder back after the offered hand was released before shrugging.

“Eh, she was just feeling well enough to threaten me for worrying about her well being so I think I should really be thanking you.”

He took a step further from the hair trigger tempered woman as he strode around the duo to get a better look at the door once more. His own paper could only be part of the whole and while the whole was probably in the box he might as well slap a sticker on his forehead stating ‘disquaified’ if he didn’t play to their rules.

“Hey, ya alright there? Sorry for landin’ on ya. Name’s Flo.”

Teamwork, all he needed was teamwork. Thank the heavenly beasts that he had someone now to run interference. He pivoted on his heel and faced the duo once more taking a few steps forwards to be just outside of the average bubble of personal space. He leaned his shoulders a bit back slipping his hands into his pockets and widing his stance a bit reflexively.

“So Flo, Nice name by the way, pleasure to meetcha. You can call me Jackson… or Song either works. As for that door… Well that would be the challenge. Hit some levers and hope you get the pattern right.”

He pulled out his own paper and held it in front of him showing the pattern. With a tilt of his head he gestured to the box in the corner of the room.

“That box is where our gracious host has left us some clues to actually know where to start. One per contestant but free to share them. See I was trying to get the little miss over there to calm down long enough to pool clues but… Alas, maybe you’ll have better luck Beautiful.”

As if one gamble wasn’t enough he ended his sentence with a wink and a flirty grin at Flo.

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[Uasal]

Jennifer Weber

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SCENE:

Heist

LOCATION:

Central

PARTICIPANTS:

Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie

Heist

Jennifer continued to brood silently to herself as she drank and the others continued to interact with one another. Sitting in silence Jennifer continued to dissect the plan internally and already she was becoming concerned by quite a number of things. First, there was the matter of how similar the weaponry supplied was in nature to her own custom work. This was more of a personal concern to the weapon dealer but if the queen had gotten his hands on this many working models then something was afoot and would no doubt need addressing in quick order following the heist. Whoever had supplied these weapons was going to have hell to pay, and although it was a blessing in disguise, Jennifer still felt insulted she hadn't been consulted on the weaponry beforehand.

Secondly, there was the matter of the masks. Aside from Jennifer, everyone had moved to pick masks that were quite eye-catching in nature. And while yes there was an argument to make for such a choice Jennifer felt such deep considerations were not on the table when the masks were chosen by her co-conspirators. A thought only reinforced by Samira's teasing on the subject matter.

Continuing to sip at her drink Jennifer felt her heart sink when she saw Ryu take a mask and sword from his display case. How many individuals had been in this office? How many had seen the display, been talked through the display by the man himself as a talking point? The mask was ornate and distinct, the sword custom-made in the old-fashioned way. One alone being brought up as a possible match would provide evidence enough for a warrant. Both together and this whole thing would come crumbling down. What was with this damn crew! At least there was no third-party witness.

Slotting in her earpiece Jennifer moved her new pistol from its case to a holster on her hip and readied herself to depart. If one thing was made clear to the woman it was that no one in their path could be left alive. They had no wigs, no disguises, and a certain samurai want-to-be running around with an ornate weapon that would be snatched up in seconds as evidence if caught on cctv. Not to mention the mas.... 'you have GOT to be KIDDING ME!'

Just as Jennifer was ready to depart she witnessed the single most impressive lapse of judgement and display of idiocy imaginable. Samira had just taken a selfie with her damn mask. Markus! What the hell have you gotten me into!? Looking from Samira to jack and back again, then to Ryu and his sword Jennifer pulled her tie loose and tossed it back on the chair before moving to the elevator with a loud sigh "we're all going to jail...".

Slipping her mask on Jennifer tucked her hair into her suit jacket in an attempt to hide it as best she could. And when the elevator doors opened another slap to the face was waiting for the woman. A civilian bank worker was sitting waiting for them in a security truck. In all honesty, this wasn't all that bad and made sense in terms of getting into the back unnoticed. However, what was of concern to Jennifer was what Ryu had said to the man. 'You'll be able to hide in peace'. That was not going to happen. Either Ryu was lying or Jennifer would ensure his truth became a lie very quickly upon arrival. Getting into the truck Jennifer turned to Sylvie, her mask hiding her expression "Camilla I trust. You, I do not. If I sense a lick of hesitation during this mission I'll end you myself. No hesitation, you're running with the big boys now pup, you can't hide behind your master on this one, you got it?" turning to Samira Jennifer would have mentioned the phone but it would have been a waste of time, Samira was the ace now and if she wanted to rot in a jail cell who was Jennifer to intervene. "Nice choice of mask Samira. It suits you to a T. This is business, from this point on do not use my name. Call me 'Runner'. That goes for everyone" turning back to Sylvie Jenifer glared "you got that Mask-Lover-69?".

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Isobel Pham

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]

LOCATION:

Heavenly Beast Plaza, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Elias, Ezra, Isobel, Kenji, Passeri, Wren

Where Giants Sleep

The feeling of someone watching them never went away despite their best efforts to practice caution. Unfortunately, as Elias had pointed out, there was little for them to do except wait till the "mole-people" decided to show themselves. It would be foolish of them to waste their energy attempting to fight ghosts. Not that it might matter seeing as they had been wandering the mines now for close to two hours and found absolutely nothing. Fighting ghosts would at the very least be an exciting change to the mind-dulling footslog they had been on.

With every step, she felt her resolve towards this endeavor waver. Right as she was contemplating telling her team to cut their losses and head back, the sound of their footsteps changed. No longer was it the sound of dirt and gravel shifting beneath their feet but the sharp echo of stone. Squinting into the darkness ahead, Isobel could barely make out a faint bit of light passing through what she could only guess was an archway.

Pointing it out to the other two, she picked up her pace and hurried ahead, careful to keep her footsteps light and quiet. Approaching the light, she pushed her potential out, checking to see anyone was lurking in the room beyond. Paranoia was definitely starting to get to her. Only when she was certain the coast was clear did Isobel step through the archway.

The narrow tunnel immediately opened up to a large circular chamber with a high domed ceiling. Iron sconces on the walls awashed the room in a pale blue glow, illuminating everything within it. Specifically, the six stone coffins spaced evenly around a massive dais in the center. On the dais was a hexagonal plith standing over two meters high. Five of its sides had a variety of intricate patterns etched into it although as far as Isobel knew, they appeared more decorational than informational. On the sixth side was a stone door that no amount of pushing would make it budge. Above, were the words "IN SOMNO REGNAT" lined in gold.

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[Beann]

RURIKO IKEDA

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunting Filth]

LOCATION:

North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Silva, Ruriko, Ruthe, Yuto, Gerda

FILTH IN THE GUTTER

Catching up to Silva, Ruriko eyed him with concern as she watched his excited response to her arrival despite the obvious threats down the hall. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly at his question. Now was not the time to ask silly questions to which he should already know the answer — and did he just call her a mimosa? She considered the option of scolding him further but that could wait until after their safety was ensured.

Luckily for Silva, Ruriko’s attention was more on the looming serpents rather than his eccentric self. As he offered his hand to her, she took it. However, not with the intention that he was hoping for. Grasping his hand tightly, she yanked him close to her hip before creating a portal in front of them. Without its endpoint, it served as a reflective barrier against the needles that were thrown their way — a danger that she could only assume Silva didn’t perceive.

“Pay attention to your surroundings, Sil-” her scolding came to an abrupt pause as she turned to look at her fellow Dragon but instead locked eyes with a literal serpent — or multiple? Ruriko stared at the woman who had a headful of serpents hissing in rhythmic movement. Quite the embodiment of a Sable Serpent. Despite the ever-approaching danger though, she found herself unable to move, or even look away. Oddly enough, she was reminded of a common dream people experienced where they were unable to run or scream; here she was, living it.

Shit.

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