Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

[QuirkyAngel]

Meirin Azuza

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SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Eastern Edge of Central District, overlooking the SEC Bridge

PARTICIPANTS:

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

The Dragon and the Phoenix

Stepping onto the scarf that Yong Yut indicated, Meirin made herself comfortable in the soft areas of the fabric, not seeming to mind the spikes or the fact that she was resting in the hold of the Phoenix’s potential. “Cavecraft, hm?”

Isaiah’s illusionary voice sounded in her ear and Meirin nodded while searching for the game online. Seven Amestriyen wasn’t much at all. Still, Meirin didn’t like wasting money on a game she wasn’t sure she would like (she came from a poor background), so she browsed through the rules and reviews first. Key word, of course, was browsed. After a minute or two of reading, the tiny Dragon thought ‘what the heck’ and hit the purchase button.

Humming as the game downloaded itself on her phone, Meirin frowned when a certain disturbance drew her attention. The pink-haired, Oni-like woman that Yong Yut waved over excused herself to join the fray. Under normal circumstances, Meirin would’ve grown larger to physically stop the fight. A giant’s stomp was all it took to shake things up and quell the rowdy fighters; Fear kept people in line where they otherwise wouldn’t be and idiots that only knew violence only responded to violence. Meirin’s experience in dealing with troublemakers that disturbed the peace of the East District told her that civilians and gangsters were all the same in that regard.

However, she could see that Kanna had already stepped in. And Isaiah. And the Dragon-hating ‘Hellie’. Therefore, she didn’t feel the need to step in unless the fighting Dragons disobeyed their leaders (Isaiah and Kanna) or the fighting Phoenixes continued their assault, irregardless of the Phoenixes trying to stop them. It was nice to see that there were people in the Phoenix gang who didn’t desire conflict. Or, at the very least, saw the benefit of order.

Meirin was a fighter. She enjoyed physical competitions and fighting as much as the next martial artist, but only within a contained environment where rules were present. Hurting those not involved. Taking things too far. Those were the things that turned the sport she loved into heinous acts that left her with nothing but regret. Fighting had a time and place. Meirin didn’t know the reason that the scuffle started, and she was more willing to give the benefit of the doubt to her fellow Dragon gang members, but she wouldn’t deny it was inappropriate for the current situation either.

Glancing curiously at the cloth-manipulator who remained where she was despite everything going on, Merin tilted her head. “You aren’t going to join them? They’re your family, aren’t they?”

Either the ones fighting or the ones trying to stop the fight.

Meirin didn’t know much about the deep infrastructure of the Phoenix gang, but from what she’d seen, they treated each other like “family”. Hit one and you hit the pack. That was one of the reasons Meirin had a higher opinion of the Scarlet Phoenixes of the South as compared to the Tigers of the West or the Serpents of the North and one of the reasons they were so dangerous. Truth be told, the brothel owner would sooner trust a member of the mercenary gang than a cop. They were a rowdy and brutish bunch. They killed. But, having fought some in combat, they exuded a sense of honor and honesty through their fists as well.

More so than most cops she’d encountered at any rate.

Then again, as with any organization, there were good eggs and bad eggs. Gossiping with brothel workers, Meirin heard all sorts of stories about those who visit Eternal Night Palace or any of the other pleasure houses scattered in the East District. People would always be people regardless of their profession. Seeing that the game had finished downloading, Meirin launched the app even as she continued to speak to Yong Yut. “Are you afraid?”

Peckinou @SilverFlight Lucem @FabulousTrash @The Prophet @EmperorsChosen Elenion Aura @LXI Nobody Special @L.Amour @gxxberkit @The Suspicious Eye

 

[Lucem]

Ezra Knight

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 1 [Where Giants Sleep]

LOCATION:

Heavenly Beast Plaza, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Ezra, Elias, Isobel, Kenji, Passeri, Wren

WHERE GIANTS SLEEP

In return for his efforts, Ezra received Wren and...a paper airplane. He wasn't really sure what to make of it, left staring blankly at the thin glider for a few moments. Wren never took one of the sheets he offered, so Kenji was definitely down there, alive and hopefully well. He was certain of that. Only that. He was still stumped when it came to the plane.

Before he could think too deeply about what kind of message Kenji was trying to send, his attention was stolen by the Veteran he actually managed to fish out of the hole. He was relieved to see that she wasn't hurt, but that relief was quickly replaced by more confusion. He doubted his interpretation skills several times as he watched her sign, wondering if he actually understood her correctly.

Prince? Traps? Skeleton? That was a lot to take in right after the reunion. While all of those topics were concerning in their own way, he chose to tackle them one at a time, starting with the skeleton. Learning that people died down here definitely seemed like the most important thing. If not for the bit about activating traps and the whole thing with the secret entrance, he probably could've convinced himself that it was a result of a mining accident, but that seemed extremely unlikely. Someone definitely didn't want people lurking around this place.

"Uh, nothing interesting so far. Thank you for the warning. I'll be sure to keep an eye out." If they weren't careful, they'd all end up like Kenji's doppelganger. Unfortunately, warning the other group about more potential pitfalls wasn't possible. Unsurprisingly, there was no service in the spooky tunnels. He could only hope for their safety and focus on the people he still had contact with.

Moving to the edge of the hole, Ezra looked at the paper airplane once again before looking back into the abyss. If something bad happened to Kenji that prevented him from coming up, Wren probably would've said something. The only conclusion he could come to was that the older man just didn't want to leave the hole. As for the reason why, he had no clue. He didn't know why he didn't call back to let him know either. There wasn't much Ezra could really do but accept it and try again. So he just...threw the airplane back.

After tossing the paper into the darkness, Ezra backed up a little, trying to make room. "I'm going to try pulling you up again!" He signaled the Tiger once again, praying he actually got Kenji this time instead of a paper crane or something.

Thankfully, the time for arts and crafts was over. Within moments, he saw the exhausted-looking man enter the light. Just like last time, a Veteran's arrival was accompanied by more confusion.

Kiss and tell? Looking back and forth between the two senior members, he tried to make sense of what was going on, but to no avail. He was missing a lot of context here.

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah." I guess?

Giving an answer brimming with uncertainty, he tried his best to respond to the sudden question. Kenji was definitely deflecting here, but knowing that didn't make it any easier to deal with. What was up with the skeleton? Also, what was up with the prince thing? Was this a new form of hazing?

There were still a lot of questions he would've liked answered, but the recent topic made him inclined to move things along. There also wasn't a lot of time before the time limit was up. They were getting close to the two hour mark.

When the others were ready, he took the lead, using the glow of the pink crystal to guide them. For a while, he could only see the same twists and turns as before, indistinguishable from the rest of the endless labyrinth. However, the dirt would eventually be overtaken by stone, revealing a path that was completely unlike the others.

He and the others came across a gated passageway, the walls lined with several identical chambers. In each of the small spaces, there were plates of half-eaten food and bundles of blankets. These were signs that someone had been living here, and judging by the look of the food, it wasn't that long ago. No signs of rot, and the state of the chambers gave the impression that the people inside left in a hurry.

After taking everything in, Ezra tightened his grip on his bladeless hilt. There were still people here. There wasn't any doubt about that. They were people who didn't want others to see this place, and if they recently relocated, then there was a high chance they were aware of the investigation. Why else would they be in such a hurry?

"Someone might be watching us. We should-" Before he could finish his warning, he spotted a shape at the edge of the light. He immediately raised his weapon, as if he intended to stab the unknown figure with nonexistent metal. But that's all he did.

The object became less shadowy as he inched closer, and upon noticing that it wasn't a person, Ezra lowered the hilt a bit, still not fully letting his guard down. Squinting, he tried to make out more details, but he wasn't only able to see much. "I think it's a statue. What do you think we should do?"

Personally, he wasn't in favor of touching a mysterious statue standing in the middle of what looked like a dungeon, especially when being watched by unseen eyes. However, he didn't really see an alternative if they wanted to advance. This was the only unique place they had discovered after hours of searching, and there was no telling if they'd find something similar. Leaving the decision to the more experienced Tigers was probably the best option, but he'd been wrong about that on more than once occasion.

Spoiler: Tags

@Kyuubey QuirkyAngel Saturn_moon Stros The One Eyed Bandit

 

[Nobody Special]

BOLT TRANSPORT WAREHOUSE

SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Faceless Fox]

LOCATION:

East District

THE FACELESS FOX

The parking lot outside of the warehouse was… dour. A reflection of its owner, the whole air of the place was gloomful and melancholy. Akira’s schemes would put an enormous amount of stress on just about anybody, and this Mr. Bolt was no exception. However, one thing was made clear by the glum vibe that came from just the parking lot of this warehouse of a powerhouse of a company– if the boss was stressed, his loyal retinue of workers were, too.

It wasn’t a secret that Feng Ma was considered a people’s champion in the eyes of the general, unsuspecting public. And, despite his avid philanthropy and participation in keeping the East District in pristine condition, this title actually originated from within.

Bolt Transport. His golden egg, and yet somehow also potentially the very thing that got Feng Ma into this mess in the first place. When he first started his business, the man took pride in hiring those who had low chances of employment: the homeless, ex-convicts, veterans, if they were willing to stock a truck or drive a truck, he would shake their hands and give them a job. Because of this, many of Feng Ma’s employees feel as if they owe him their lives– he was the one who changed them for the better, after all.

It was no different for the dispirited employee who leaned up against a wall as the two arrived, a hefty envelope firmly clutched within his hand while he stared at nothing in particular. When he finally noticed Pablo and Welsha, he glared at them, before pushing himself off of the wall.

“Tch. Here for your stupid money? It’s enough that you Inari bastards’ve got us deliverin’ god-knows-what to wherever the hell you please, but you don’t gotta take money from the boss, too!”

The hand carrying the envelope quickly became a frustrated fist, slightly crumpling up the precious currency that was inside of it. His brown eyes flickered over to Welsha, and then to Pablo, before he opened his mouth to speak his mind once more.

“Seriously, where the hell do you monsters draw the fucking line? The boss didn’t even do anything wrong!”​

Peckinou First Rose

 

[Misuteeku]

Raquel Filo

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SCENE:

Whole World Blind

LOCATION:

Alleyway, South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Raquel, Hector, Alicia, Dante, Hide, Charlie, Mizuya, Zacharius

Whole World Blind

Mission Start!

"Oh my, honey, they're so many people around." Raquel looked around as they walked to the entrance like a girl seeing sights around a landmark. As of right now, Raquel was getting into a mood of a 'married couple.' Unfortunately, her partner was Hide. While he was no knight in shining armor, she'd suppose the nest head would have to do for now. If anything, she would have wanted either Hector or her cutest youngest to accompany her to her first casino.

Raquel decided that some idle chat would be in order as they got in line. "Say, Hidey-Whitey, what happened to your glasses?" Raquel inquired. While she had made no effort to know the Phoenix personally, she often remembered white strands to be bespectacled. Something shiny and black-rimmed on his face? Seeing a lack of glasses, she found it curious what made him lose them. "I heard that there was a little run-in."

"Did you roll around with someone?" She gave a creepy smile towards him before morphing back into an innocent expression. Taking Hide's arm, she held it close to her bosom. They had arrived at their destination. "You know what to do," Raquel whispered to Missing Glasses.

Hide's job was to escort her to her stage before meeting back up with everyone else. If anyone were to question their presence, it'd fall entirely onto Hide to 'persuade' them otherwise.

 

[azenva]

Kazue Kaneko

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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

While Kazue was mourning the loss of her ice cream, the two kids stuck with her actually did their jobs. The weird dudes trying to kidnap the fox (did that word apply to animals? Where did it even come from?) were dispatched with the power of science and a cool gun they had. Their quarry, the fox, hopped out. Its first act after hopping on one of the men was to salvage what remained of the pink treat. Was this feeling anger or admiration? Perhaps already overwhelmed by the sweetness, the creature began to doze.

Two students, some idiot kid they were tasked with keeping an eye on, a wild animal, and two dudes napping on the concrete. As there were other people around, people who had eyes and ears, this scene became the center of attention. Some approached, some backed away–None were a sign to stay. Ottilie once again came up with a "so dumb it was smart" spur-of-the-moment play to get the heat off. It was a move out of a kid's show, and it worked. It was almost certainly a crying of wolf, but nobody was going to stick around on the off chance that almost would roll against them. And then the escape route. Now that this ragtag band were the ones kidnapp–transporting the fox, the side situation could be resolved and they could move onto why they had showed up here. Right?

Right. Kazue finished off the remains of her precious cone as the trio made their way to the resort they had been sent to handle. Ottilie kept up the snake story, Hiram did...whatever he did, and they were soon at the front of the resort.

If this whole problem was a puzzle, what greeted them there was a waist-high fence. Not the solution. Back to the beginning, buddy, try again. No bueno. Et cetera.

So what was it? Shoving their way through could probably work initially thanks to the raw power of HPs, even for two likely underfed scientists and Kazue, but people were people. Deescalation was the solution, and this was a failure condition. The beach was the beach.

Fences, then? Could an HP spring that high? Yeah, probably. The three were already at part of the perimeter. As Kazue sized up the leap, Hiram pulled out his tablet and placed a Cavecraft block with his Potential to streamline the process, and also deny Kazue the ability to test how her vertical had...ok, likely decayed, but come on. Let her have it. She totally could've made that jump. (No, she couldn't have.)

Assigned to be the last one over, Kazue waited for Ottilie to complete the world's easiest makeshift parkour course before following the younger two. Ottilie immediately made a break for the nearest window and started yelling again. Chasing after her as she finished her request, Kazue made eye contact with the poor woman who had noticed Ottilie and was wiping her glasses with her sleeve, as though the strange student who had appeared was just a smudge. As the now even more confused employee looked at the second odd person who had appeared behind the resort, Kazue gave a weak shrug. Yeah.

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

NPC Post - Chipper Contestant H

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 HALL OF INSIGHT

The pane clicked, and then under Pascal's weight, it shifted.

A thin waft of haze rolled through through the new gap, spilling from one hall into another. Quickly, it vanishes, absorbed by a dense, heavy blackness that the already dim lighting of the mirror maze is too weak to penetrate. His other senses unimpaired, though, the scent of long-undisturbed dust would find Pascal, stirred by his arrival. Or at least that was what the show would have him, and undoubtedly the audience, believe.

"I can..." Somewhere within the blackness, a voice bounces about the tight back corridors. "I can't see..." There it is again, this time closer. "I can't see anything!"

Then, there they are. A short, befuddled-look person emerges from the dark, desperately grasping at the air, as if searching for some invisible, godsent thread which might lead them to where they need to go.

"Is somebody there!?" They speak, their voice leaping up an octave or three. They're not far from the door now, their frame outlined by the scant few rays of light which have managed to struggle their way into the black. In a hurry, they move forward again, dim light now dancing off of the frame of a pair of glasses which are very clearly broken, the lenses spider-webbed by thick, irreparable cracks.

"Thank goodness! You wouldn't believe how long I've been back there! The first challenge was so easy, and then-" They start, but are interrupted by something- a realization. Again, they shuffle forward, guiding themselves through the new doorway by groping at the edges, and then their expression drops.

"Oh, drats." They sigh, though their voice retains a chipper edge. A shard of stray glass drops to the floor as they remove the broken frame from their head, and then raise it to their face so close that they very nearly might've cut themselves on one of the jagged, glass shards. "I must've happened when I walked into the wall... Or when I walked into the wall the second or seventh time. I was hoping I'd gotten away with a chip or two." They let out a dry laugh, and then turn their head towards the blurry mass that is Pascal.

"I don't suppose you have a spare, do you? I can't see without my glasses!"

Spoiler: Tags

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

 

[Vahn]

Omar Ayad

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SCENE:

Azure Dragons Arc 3: Scene 3 [Ripples of Stardust]

LOCATION:

Zhànzhēng Resort, East District

TIME:

Hiram, Kazue, Kairong, Omar, Ottilie

Azure Dragons Arc 3: Scene 3 [Ripples of Stardust]

Omar Ayad took one last look at Selina as she walked away as he made sure to make a mental note to return to Zhànzhēng Resort when the protestors are gone to examine the facilities in private. Ever so often tapping at his pocket where the cellphone was to ensure certain messages were sent without delay only to be informed by a new fresh man by the name of Ervin Patricks as he extended his hand even going so far to state that the resort is currently divided between owner and heir. Interesting tid bit of information not useful just interesting.

Omar Ayad stared at Ervin Patricks as if trying to piece together what could be the motives or angles that Ervin Patricks could be running or attempting to run. A fellow business man? Omar Ayad would adjust his top hat once more before turning to face Ervin Patricks and tapping on the pocket that has Omar cellphone in it. Omar Ayad quickly responded to Ervin question.

"That depends is the office that we will be going into properly furnished, cleaned and has all the needed tools?"

Omar Ayad would start to count out the items needed as he puts up his index, middle and ring finger to make like three items.

"You know Wi-Fi hotspot or wireless connections? Projector and probably a landline conference telephone to cover most of the bases."

Omar Ayad would closer to Ervin Patricks with his right hand on his briefcase and his left hand on his cane as Omar Ayad would casually stop just a few steps in front of Ervin Patricks before calmly tapping once again on his own shirt pocket right where the cellphone was as Omar Ayad calmly waited for a reply.

Spoiler: Tag

BluEndings
Saturn_moon
simj26
azenva
YumenoTsukishiro

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

NPC Post - Glamorous Contestant M

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

"Bwuh..." Makoto reeled, stumbling over herself as is Jackson's mockery has pierced her physically. Beneath her skin, a wave of embarrassment flushed through her, turning her face a deep shade of pink. Combined with her state of blunt-force befuddlement, it would've been easy to mistake her for being drunk.

Her thoughts jittered, dancing between faces. Those present, and those who she was sure were responsible for the payload of ass she'd just taken to her face. Those to blame, they were the faces that were swimming through her mind. Her blood boiled fresh, embers sparked back to life by white-hot indignation and purifying her mind of the haze that clogged it. She stumbled one more time, and propped herself up against the closet wall she could feel for.

"Fuckin' hysterical." She breathed, glaring at Jackson through her bangs. "Y'know, for all your shit, I ain't seen you do nothing yet. That blonde head of yours too empty to jiggle some levers? Puh." She spat with force, a fat glob clapping into the floor with malicious intent.

"Fatass." She moved her glare to Flo's direction. "Make yourself useful and get one of those clues over there for me." She nodded in the direction of the six boxes, and then to Jackson. "And you. Fork over yours. Once I've got all three, you two can just sit pretty and rub those coconuts you call heads together while I figure this out." She lifted herself from the wall, and crossed the room to stand before Jackson, her hand extended in silent demand.

"Unless you suppose you can laugh your way through the door. Punkass."

Spoiler: Tags

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

 

[First Rose]

¡Mucho Pablícimo!

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 3 [The Faceless Fox]

LOCATION:

Akira's Office, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

| Pablo | Welsha |

The Faceless Fox

Unlike the lot who seemed apprehensive, indifferent or adverse toward the man, Pablo seemed feted, as if the ulterior praises that were tossed to his feet were promptly picked up one by one, no different than a foolhardy child stocked with delusional confidence. Though his attention was quick to part from Akira as yet another missus took her entry, and quite the apple of an eye she was. Initially, there was just about nothing in the world that would stop a man like himself to make her acquantance. But, as if to abruptly bear the taste of burnt rubber, his once beaming expression shriveled as would a dry grape. Heavens, this one~ Suddenly becoming keen on leaving proximity of the all too confident mare, he could feel his spine slightly chill the moment Eun so audaciously spoke her mind in introduction, and with enough spunk to take on enemy territory? She was trouble, a hundred thousand percent if not more. And as quickly as he came, Pablo had slid his presence right back out the door.

“Close call, ay boy?” A relieved breath took its course the moment he leaned against the opposing wall of his newly assigned cohort, of whom already made pace to take their objective anyway. The pitbull at his feet merely snorted a slobbery huff through the gaps of his jaw, seeming amused by Pablo’s splay. If Welsha wasn’t prompt to take her approach with their assignment, Pablo wouldn’t have held back his retort; instead, his unrest was swallowed as he frilled his hair with a hand before elegantly sliding them in his pockets with a grin brazen in gold.

“Oh I don’t mind at all, miss lady.” He parted her sentence with a pompous quip, and with a spin of his heel, a short whistle through his lips urged his pooch to follow. Only after trotting around Welsha to smell her fragrance in a cordial greeting of his own. He was stout, even for a pitbull, and sprinkled upon him were a few dabbles of bling. A gold chain around his neck, tiny piercings in his ear, the male’s dog was nothing below class as much as he. Though Pablo was quick to halt his stride the moment she— dared to draw a blank at his mere name.. Quite astonishing because he had many.

“That’s.. “ He burst into a quick cackle at first, “funny.. You’re–.. that’s a good one, mi mana..” However, as a few moments passed without a hint of her calling her own bluff, Pablo rolled a palm across his face as if to be offended by the minor notion. “Chica, I am the Mucho increíble ‘P’ to the ‘a’ to the ‘b’ ‘l’ ‘c’ ‘I-mo! Your favorite celebrity, honorable pimp, and gentleman of the century, my dear! But uh..” He made a wink to her before taking stride yet again, “you my lady, may call me Pablo.”

His fine beauty hummed at his presence, and Pablo made no mistake to speak his mind regarding every extravagant feature about it. And after receiving the address, they were off in a blink. Welsha’s inquiry wasn’t shunned in the slightest, in fact he seemed happy to tell her the details of his own potential, and was just as keen on hearing her own. Leaving a smooth ride and prudent conversation. Pablo was competent to talk to, though the air around him buzzed with the energy of a child, as if his older appearance fruitlessly veiled prematurity. Nonetheless, time ticked by quickly, rendering the transport in sight before they knew it.

___________________________________________________​

“Not about wrong or right, mi mano. Business is business, my good man.” A lighthearted chuckle rang through his lips as a step was taken closer to snatch the envelope from the man’s grasp. “Now be a good sport, eh? No way to hold yourself in front of the lady.” Pit in hindsight, sat obediently at Welsha's flank, having taken an early liking of the woman it seemed. Nonetheless, Pablo struggled to bite back his own condolences, the poor guy- he knew a faithful man when he saw one, and frankly if he could pay the man’s worries away in a deal of sorts he would. But he was part of the tigers now, it was his first chore amongst their ranks and there was nothing higher in priority than them. Then of course— he didn’t want to exhibit anything below a wuss in front of a new cohort.

 

[Roda the Red]

CAMILA GASPARI

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Camila, Ryutaro, Maria, Jennifer, Sylvie, Samira

THE HEIST

Camila's grin grew ear to ear as the Tiger Queen responded. Just as she had hoped, this truly was a golden opportunity she would not let go to waste. Receiving her extra little extra equipment, Camila slid the earpiece, disappearing behind her thick mane of mostly ivory hair.

A quick trip down to the lowest level of the building ensued, the group now masked and geared up headed towards a lone bank van that the queen had secured, with a disappointingly unattractive driver to boot.

As Camila checked on her firearm one more time before heading in, Jennifer's words of distrust towards Sylvie caught her attention.

"Oh Jennifer, darling, you're way too tense right now"

She was able to tell Jennifer's distressed state, there was little in the way of subtlety about, and such was an understandable feeling, but it also seemed like, as much as Camila somewhat respected Jennifer, she could also tell that the little miss heir lacked experience in working with a limited hand, one of the lesser known traits of living on top of the world from day one. Ryutaro on the other hand, was different, and Camila noticed.

"I've been shaping Sylvie myself for the last few months" She placed one hand on the young man's shoulder. "He may not be the best at first impressions, but he's perfectly qualified for the job, he'll make you proud, so don't worry, you're not touching a single hair of his head today, alright?"

joshuadim @Beann Uasal @Shoya WhiskeyMarten

 

[Nobody Special]

BASH HIRABAYASHI

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SCENE:

Dragons Arc 3: Scene 2 [Hunting Filth]

LOCATION:

Warehouse, Lab Icarus, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Jiak, Silva, Laura, Ruriko, Schroeder, Bash

✕ POTENTIALS BANNED:

None

HUNTING FILTH

He was quick to make it to the scene of the attack, rushing into the warehouse with little care for his surroundings. Golden irises quickly scanned the area, but the smoke from the recent explosion had made it difficult to get a clear sight of… well, anything.

The announcement made it clear that this wasn’t a fuck-up on his team’s behalf. Instead, it had been just what he was hoping for. He didn’t see the situation as a random attack from an unknown enemy– it was more like a chance to finally do what he did best: beat the absolute shit out of someone.

While he was genuinely working towards growing as a Serpent, Bash had gotten relatively good at acting like he wasn’t starving for a fight throughout his entire training period with his uncle. But, now that his mentor was nowhere to be seen, he could let loose a little bit.

And then, with impeccable timing, a painfully familiar voice called out to him. He quickly turned to face his first challenger, and when their eyes met, Bash felt his soul immediately set ablaze.

Traitors. Bash hated many, many things, but those who betray their own, no matter what the reason may be, were ranked extremely high on his list. He normally managed to get his hands on most Serpent traitors before they could get too far (his most notable one being a certain duplicating Tiger scumbag), but Jiak was one of the few he had yet to cross off of his list.

Well, today was his lucky day.

As his former gang mate spoke, Bash cautiously raised his guard. The hairs on his body stood as adrenaline fiercely coursed through him, and his fists guarded his upper body and face from what was surely soon to come.

“Motherfucker…” Bloodlust seeped into his words as he growled, glaring at his target from behind a few locks of his freshly-dyed hair. The half-ponytail he had tied up on his way to the scene was messy, but it would have to do. He was out of time now. It was either act, or lose.

“...I warned ya.”

Jiak’s assault came as quickly as ever– with debris flying towards Bash with absolutely zero warning. In an instant, Bash shot forward, covering up to protect himself from the majority of the sharp rocks before sending his right fist forward to strike a particularly large chunk of the ground, shattering it upon impact with his newly-hardened fist. Using the momentum from his punch, he shifted his weight onto the left side of his body and launched himself forward towards Jiak, applying pressure by hurling a careless haymaker of a left hook towards the man’s body.

The Regal Rper

 

[simj26]

Dagger

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SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Dilapidated Clinic, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

Jack, Dagger, Roland, Charmy, Guinevere

Silence for the Damned

If she had any indication of embarassment or even the slightest of attraction towards the cowboy, Dagger hid it well. Her mind was still occupied with ideas of bloodshed and unquenchable fury, pushing all thoughts of intimacy out of the way. She merely accepted Jack's gesture, allowing herself to be tugged a little closer upon the disk they were standing on. As they landed, she pulled away quietly, her hand reaching behind her for the grip of her gun. The other took hold of the handle of her only real partner, unsheathing it with a quiet rasp, and shrouding it behind her tattered coat. She remained behind Jack, following behind him as a shadow would. He was the more talkative of the two- there were very few who weren't- and she decided that if anyone was to be talking, it would be him.

On the other hand, she would listen as long as she had to, and then she would accomplish her duty.

Jack greeted those gathered, particularly one of the ladies, with some cheer. He seemed to recognise one of them. Called her...Charmy. Another Tiger? This was not in the brief. Never as simple as it seemed. As usual. She'd like to tell someone 'I told you so', but at this moment, there was, really, no one who she could chide for her poor fortune. She took a backseat for the proceedings. She let them talk. She let them chatter. She let them say whatever she wanted. She listened, quietly, and after it was all done, she made her decision. The one who called them here spouted words, asked them what they felt. This was going on for long enough. Time to head home.

"I feel that you belong in the dirt." Dagger's weapons were released from their homes, her knife and gun directed straight at the one she had finally decided was the target. "The rest of you can stay and die, or fuck off now." Three will-o'-wisps drifted into the space, before landing on the ground, surrounding the group. With a burst of ethereal flame, they reformed into three wolves, each of them in a lowered stance, ready to attack, low growls emitting from each of them. All except one. Dagger glanced at Alpha.

"What?" she snapped.

A pause- the wolf did not look as if it was replying or moving at all, merely returning her intense glare. It did not wish to attack.

"Don't give me that. This was the job."

Another silence between them. He could have answers. More valuable than a dead body. Or, at least, a deader body.

Dagger snarled at the wolf, now out of words to share between both of them. The wolf returned the gesture, baring its fangs at Dagger. It was adamant. The other wolves seemed to pick up on their hesitation, and relaxed their stances, looking at their leader and their sibling with quizzical looks.

After another second of competitive growling, Dagger clicked her tongue in annoyance, lowering her weapons, but did not holster them. "Whatever." Gunnolf yawned. Another argument between both of them. Akela and Gunnolf vanished, returning to their strange forms, and drifted elsewhere. Alpha remained with Dagger, approaching her side. She made a look of disgust and irritation towards him, and stepped to one side. "Fine. One chance." She turned her attention to the one who had called them here. "No riddles. What the hell do you want?"

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The One Eyed Bandit BluEndings Elenion Aura @Chaos Gallant

 

[WhiskeyMarten]

SYLVIE SLEZÁK

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie

THE HEIST

Sylvie nodded as he donned the provided golden mask. “Yes it is. And the colour suits you very well.” Though it would be easy to call him an ass-kisser, he meant it, having an eye for that sort of thing and the confidence to give his opinion. Before his mouth disappeared under the mask, he beamed a smile at Samira and the others


"You have somebody to look after this for me, Queen?"

Sylvie returned to his own briefcase, retrieving a few dolls that disappeared to the interior of his jacket as quickly as they appeared. He then sealed it shut and looked up at Ryutaro. Obviously, he couldn't bring the whole case, but a few on his person could do no harm.


After the case had been settled, and Sylvie had received his weapons, he joined the others in the descent to the garage. As he admired the truck, he stood aside, allowing the ladies to enter before him. An expressionless face cocked to the side when Jennifer spoke to him, in slight shock at the sudden confrontation. Though he opened his mouth to speak, he felt relief when Camila quickly stood up for him, and when she was finished he was quick to stand his ground as well.


"Yes, I have been taught well by Camila, and I will not disappoint anyone. Please have faith in me." He was again reminded just what this entailed, and just what was at stake, and nodded with confidence. "I want this all to go well as much as you do."


He held the truck door open, again affirming the fact that he was letting the ladies enter first. His mask glinted as he lifted his head up high.

"And you may call me Spectre from here."

 

[Coyote Hart]

GIDEON GRAY

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]

LOCATION:

Upper and Lower Central Districts

PARTICIPANTS:

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

TACTICAL MAYHEM

Thank goodness the black butterflies were gone. They were like annoying pests that persistently leeched onto Gideon. While Callista's butterflies made Gideon feel safe and protected, there was something oddly ominous about these black butterflies. Perhaps it was due to how nobody responded when Gideon asked on the radio whether he was being pranked.

Regardless, with them out of the picture, Gideon could put all of his attention forth on the officer in front of him. There was a feeling of satisfaction that arose in Gideon as he was tricked into believing that the officer would heed Gideon's projected thoughts. Gideon crowed victoriously, reciting from one of his speeches, "Yes, bow down to your overl-- oh. Oh. Okay."

In a flash (no pun intended), the officer rebounded Gideon's cup into the trash can, causing Gideon to flinch, then took up a defensive stance against Gideon. Unsure of what to do, Gideon began to clap.

"Very impressive, officer, very intimidating," Gideon continued to slow clap as he glowered at the photomancer, "But a fine really is the least of my concerns here today."

Gideon gave a quick glance at the water cup in the trash bin. When he had tossed it away, he had done it almost unconsciously. It was proof that the training that Gideon had done the past few months was effective, but the action had unfortunately made the officer snap back into action.

"No, if you really are choosing to go down this foolish path of resistance, then I won't have a choice," Gideon nervously set his finger on the trigger, "I seriously doubt that you'd be willing to give up your life here and now."

The thing was, Gideon was wholly unaware that the officer was under the impression that rigging a bomb in the break room would lead to both their demises. On the contrary, although Gideon was not much of a fighter, he was a tirelessly meticulous tactician. If he had actually set up bombs, it would be a smorgasbord of them, all set to explode on different detonators. And Gideon would know exactly where to stand in the room to be safe. But this wasn't a real bomb, so it was completely fair for Eric to make the assumption that the bomb would take all the occupants of the room out. Not that Gideon had made that leap of logic yet.

"You know what, I'm a merciful overlord," Gideon delivered a nervous but fleer glare at the officer. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, then declared, "I'll give you ten seconds before I blow you to smithereens. You can submit at any time, I promise you that as my peon, you'd be well taken care of."

Nervously, Gideon began counting down to put pressure on the officer. "Ten. Nine. Ei-eig-eight. Oh for fuck's sake."

Resignedly, Gideon lowered the trigger. He didn't know what made the officer resilient toward the idea of getting blown up, but Gideon was getting stressed with the possibility of the officer staring impassively at him if he ended up counting down to zero. Then what would he do? Press the trigger and let nothing happen? Not press the trigger? Lug a bomb at the officer? No, Gideon's mind was a mess, and he couldn't decide on what to do.

Instead, Gideon whipped out another trigger and gave a haughty harrumph, "Well, I've changed my mind. I'll simply give you a taste of the despair if you would dare resist me."

Gideon pointed at the coffee machine in the room. With a basis grounded mostly in stereotype, Gideon placed his bets on the idea that the cops here valued their coffee, and that the yellow-haired officer in front of him also valued coffee. He paused for a moment, preparing himself for another bluff.

"After a count of ten, your precious coffee machine will combust from all the gunpowder I've used instead of coffee grounds!" Gideon said. With his Potential, he projected a thought that he hoped the officer would think: "Not the coffee! It's one of the best parts of being a cop!"

Roda the Red
Nobody Special Doctor Llamabean Lucem Wxnter Damafaud

 

[Elenion Aura]

MINATO MAEDA

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 4 [Puzzling Directions]

LOCATION:

Little Wet Day Café, West District

PARTICIPANTS:

Kiwi, Matsuda, Minato

PUZZLING DIRECTIONS

Minato held up his hands in deference at Matsuda's mock-accusation, offering a well-acted, ”Woah, take it easy, man!” Before continuing on his way to join the rest. He threw a thumb's up over his head, in acquiescence to Matsuda's request for some sugary goodness. Only to be jerked right back by the sudden outburst. The library? Lame... But Kiwi was the boss, after all.

Making a two-fingered sign for his other self to complete his premierly important task—securing snacks—Minato jogged over to Matsuda and together the two of them made their way to the library, earning a concerned look from the receptionist at the desk. Apparently they didn't have the look of frequent customers... Or he was worried they would soon violate the noise thresholds, a fact he exemplified by tapping the sign on his desk, the one with the picture of a red silhouette holding one finger to its mouth. Shush!

Minato gave the man a deferential half-bow before turning to Matsuda and saying in a hushed whisper, ”This place kinda blows. What're we doin' here again?”

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Caffeine_Obsessed

 

[Damafaud]

DYNE ENJYRE

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SCENE:

Phoenix Arc 3: Scene 2 [Tactical Mayhem]

LOCATION:

3rd Floor CDPD HQ, Upper Central District,

PARTICIPANTS:

Ashley, Oliver (NPC), Dyne, Boltius, Eric, Gideon, Inego, Roza, Tatsuya

TACTICAL MAYHEM

Dyne let out a tiny gasp from her viewing point at the far other end of the Bullpen. How dazzling, how furious! She clapped soundlessly as furniture splintered about and office supplies scattered like dust. She was awfully fond of long-haired men and seeing one tumbled and roared so made her heart leapt and danced with youthful vigor.

Dyne suppressed a giggle, ignoring the cramp that started to get into her legs. Really, in-person shopping was dangerous. She was almost caught in the Phoenix' attack on CDPD, but luckily she and her darling Jonathan were fast enough to retreat to the sky. While Jonathan flew to save some civilians, she used the chance to sneak into the headquarter. She was just trying her luck, really. She had no idea what to look for or where and it wasn't like she was a hacker of any sort.

Besides, the fight spread too fast. The open-field of Bullpen caught her off-guard. With Oliver and Ashley smashing and fighting so fast out of the record room, she could only hide in a cramped cabinet after smashing the top and bottom shelves with her Potential. Anxiously, she could only watch the fight outside.

And what a fight! Both men fought stunningly, officer and gangster. Dyne watched them with interest through the lens of a vamp. Well-fitted uniforms had a delectable appeal tbat complemented any wearers well. Oh, how she adored long hairs. Unpractical, yes, but the sight of strands fluttering through winds of motion was a charm that added to the beautiful dance. And really, who could say a man of that look, with a look so ferocious and ability to follow wasn't captivating?

And the gangster! Dyne's eyes fleeted over and widened as Ashley swung his baton. The Phoenix' charm was certainly that of a wild, ambitious youth. The aggression, the passion, the fire burning in the lion's courage! She wasn't a fan of the clothes, but that could be changed. Same with those awful red striped hair, but young people could look a bit glaring. That's a cute point. Someone so young would look adorable when asleep, Dyne thought aimlessly.

Alas, all good things must end, eye candies included. When Ashley grabbed the desk, she knew the chance of being discovered just climbed. A heavy looking steel cabinet like hers would be a good projectile.

As Ashley and Oliver were just going to clash with a desk in-between. Dyne dashed out of the cabinet. Her Potential coiled under her soles and ejected her toward the closest door-

which was locked! Dyne's expression changed. Her swift escape was cut.

She stopped short by the door and focused her Potential to rip the door open. At the same time, she threw a flattering smile to the two fighting men.

"Just a passerby, darling! Go on."

CRACK! The door was ripped out of its hinge and revealed... a windowless office. A dead end. Dyne's face turned ashen.

This was the wrong day to wear a confining skirt and wedged shoes and definitely the wrong day to wear white.

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[Caffeine_Obsessed]

NIKOLAI NOVAK

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SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Celestine, Jozef, Nikolai, Tri, Markus

HUNKS IN THE CITY

Nikolai sighed in relief as the final shot was taken, having held the same tight-lipped smile the whole way through. He's surprised his eyes didn't dry out yet. Did this man seriously need multiple photos? Of the same fucking scenery?! Wasn't taking a photo of the same 3 people boring? Nikolai could never understand so called "selfie" takers... Who needed to see photos of the same face all the time? Nikolai much preferred the talent of actual photographers, they knew how to keep things interesting.

The white haired man wasn't particularly concerned about some no one staring at them. They did make quite the spectacle after all. An eccentric old man, a very tall lady, and a college kid hanging out with them? Those three were quite the sight. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head- not recognizing he left out the fact that he was part of such a ridiculous group.

He cringed at Jozef, wincing and placing a hand over his heart. What the hell was he? A snake?! No.. even snakes were more dignified than whatever monstrosity he was.... A felt a chill go down his spine at this man's attempt at cleanup. He'll have to douse Jozef in sanitizer later...blindness be damned. He followed them out, quickly dropping his ice cream cone on the sidewalk outside. Ugh... he could already feel the stickiness that seeped through his glove.

He had no idea why Tri was walking so slow.. again. Hm... maybe Tri had some sort of physical impairment he wasn't aware of that made him slower than a fucking snail. He'd have to ask Paris about it later.

He followed behind Jozef, who- as usual- was making a fool out of himself. What the hell did he even "trip" on? His self worth? He sighed, slowly peeling off the now dirty glove, shaking it. The remnants splattered everywhere, before he threw it at the stranger, acting like he didn't know where or what he threw the sticky glove at. He frowned, eyeing his sugary tacky hand. "Ugh.. for god's sake..." he hurriedly took out his hand sanitizer, squeezing quite a sizable dollop on his palm, He rubbed furiously, hoping to all hell's the sugary residue didn't spread.

Nikolai wasn't really sure what Tri meant by bullying, but it's not like that was his biggest concern at the moment but... Nikolai sighed, eyeing the man in the hat from head to toe, a disgusted, unimpressed sneer ever present on his face. Stepping right in front of the stranger, he pondered for a moment, simply staring. Bullying.. hm.. what was it that bullies did in those movies he watched before? Eyes lighting up, he snapped his fingers, holding his bare palm out towards the other. "Gimme your money, punk!" He smirked, proud of himself for remembering that stereotypical line.

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angel doe WhiskeyMarten Damafaud Elenion Aura

 

[Anne Boolean]

Pascal Corbin

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SCENE:

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

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Florence, Pascal, Gavril, Milo, Dimitri

THE HALL OF INSIGHT

The way the fog wafted into the blackness beyond the reflective door was reminiscent of the entrance to a haunted house set in spooky woods one would see in a horror movie. It was no wonder the shirtless man jumped slightly upon hearing a voice call out from the other side. Eventually, a person emerged, one Pascal would have assumed was trying to act like a zombie if not for the words they said. He watched as they spoke, his blue eyes lingering on the broken frames adorning their face, wondering how long it would take for them to notice, or if they already knew. Eventually, realization hit the individual, the words they spoke in response eliciting a chuckle out of him.

"Ah, Thelma," he said, referencing a popular cartoon about a mystery solving group of friends and their dog. "I guess I'm a good fit for Frizzy, then. Or maybe Ted would be better, since I don't nearly eat as much as him.

"Wait, since you came from the other side, I'm guessing that's not where the end is?" He turned to look back at the hallway of reflections continuing on his other side. "That would mean this is the way out. You didn't see- ah, feel any forks in the road in there, did you?" Even if they did, going down that route would be much more difficult with the lack of lighting. Then again, a hidden shortcut seemed like it would be perfectly at home in a challenge like this.

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[BluEndings]

AZURE DRAGONS

SCENE:

Azure Dragons Arc 3: Scene 3 [Ripples of Stardust]

LOCATION:

Zhànzhēng Resort, East District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hiram, Kazue, Omar, Ottilie

RIPPLES OF STARDUST

Outside​

There had been a conversation taking place on the other side of the window. A woman who wore the staff uniform and another curiously masked individual were prattling on about one thing or another. The exchange seemed to just come to a head right as the lamentable knocking sounded.

The woman jumped, and the other abandoned the perceivable premise altogether.

She pulled up her sleeves, wiped her spectacles down, and made her way to the door just across the way. A soft click later and she scrambled to greet the three in a contrarily respectable manner. Her head bobbed but words tumbled out far less elegantly.

“I-I’m so sorry.” She looked over her shoulder. “I would be more than happy to lead you back—th-this area is off limits you see.”

Her words had shifted at the sound of a now, once again, yipping fox. In fact, she had put additional distance between herself and the targets of her flimsy scolding.

“A-A meal voucher. Yes of course.” She directed her hands behind her. “You can just follow m-me, and I’ll take you right to our dining—”

A masked body hurled through a resounding eruption of shattered glass.

It landed with a bloody symphony of crunches and not one, but two desperate gurgles. All attempts to gasp for air were instead met with inundated choking to match their quivering outreached hands. Their lungs no doubt a fine mash as a result of the large concrete block nestled deeply atop their person.

From behind the now burst window, one floor above, stood a light-haired man.

“We aren't here for your games.” Hifumi's voice simmered. “Where are the explosives?”

Zhànzhēng Resort | Tour​

“At least one of those things, I’d imagine.” Ervin chortled. “There ought to be a projector somewhere or it would be quite the poor excuse of an office. Though I suppose this place has been falling into disarray.”

The man’s eyes dragged over to one side. Then he fished a handkerchief from his pocket, and used it to dab at his ear.

Blood.

“You aim to present something?” Concern darkened his amiability. “Certainly a poor choice of day for that. I’d wager the majority of customers have already scampered off. Most of those skittering about are the stooges who think this little stunt will amount to anything.”

“Not exactly the intellectual type.” He added.

Ervin shifted his body even to the wall and tossed the key to Omar.

“Whatever it is you’re hoping to achieve”—he looked down at the watch on his wrist—“you’d best be quick. I heard the rally has a dubious guest speaker in attendance.”

When the man’s words had faded into nothing but history, the hallway was plunged into silence once more. Leaving only but the faint feeling of being watched to linger in the polish scented air.

NAVIGATE

 

[joshuadim]

THE INTRUDER

SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi, Merrit, Noa, Ryoma, Suzerain

FOLLOW THE LIGHTNING

The Intruder felt shock rack his mind when Noa's bodyguard quickly grabbed him and changed used his own momentum against him, sending him straight into the nearby wall with a loud crash as his back collided with it. Visible cracks formed on the wall as he let out a yelp of pain, before quickly coming down to his knees. He took another gander at the situation briefly, realizing how little time he had to bounce from here. The others nearby would likely pounce at any moment, leaving him without any means of escape without a fight that he knew was unwinnable. And so with panicked breaths he picked up two large garbage bags nearby and flung them at the Bodyguard. A hole in one of them caused one bag to open entirely, spraying out its contents in a wave of discarded materials, soiled food, and who knows what else towards the bodyguard.

As it was not a serious threat towards him outside of a bad smell, the Bodyguard could easily sidestep the projectiles that filled his vision and attention. However, in the immediate aftermath he noticed that the Intruder had seemed to disappear from sight. The soft pattering of footsteps and the scratching of claws on various surfaces filled the air, currently indeterminable where it was coming from. But it also meant that he had not left the immediate area.

Noa ( Peckinou )

 

[joshuadim]

RYUTARO HASHIMOTO

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SCENE:

Tigers Arc 3: Scene 2 [The Heist]

LOCATION:

Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie

THE HEIST

Ryu helped Samira into the van with outstretched hand while also paying attention to the conversations between the other Tigers nearby. Jennifer had expressed her distaste towards Sylvie, which made the Queen frown from under his mask. If this was to be a problem, then he would have to deal with it on top of the whole situation they were now about to embark on. In the meantime, some pseudonyms were thrown about with regards to individuals to which Ryu was amicable towards. Keeping identities in check in a precarious situation and for comms security was indeed vital. "Boss. I won't need a flashy name outside of that." he then stated, which then brought the crackle of their earpieces to life.

"Comms check. 1, 2 ,3. Testing." Cal then spoke with minor garble in the airway to everyone. "Everything seems to be working."

Ryu brought a finger to his ear and nodded. "Good. Keep us updated on anything." he said as the other Tigers entered the van one after another.

"Police presence, even if the alarm is triggered, will likely be minimal. There appears to have been an attack on their HQ. Total mess over there."

Interesting. A fortuitous omen for their job being easier than expected ultimately. Under his mask he couldn't help but curl his lips with glee that barely managed to crack through his normal front. But in the meantime he spoke once more: "Keep an eye on the airwaves still. We don't want any unexpected surprises." Ryu then shut the doors to the van and gave a strong pound towards the side to signal that they were ready to leave. On cue, the Tigers could feel the truck begin to move as its engine rumbled the interior. As there were no windows, the group could only feel the rumble of the road and the occasional bump from the outside as they were transported covertly towards their destination. Ryu remained quiet as he double, then triple checked his equipment, including the thermite drill, for any potential defects.

Everything seemed fine, but he kept his mind busy until everyone's earpieces crackled to life again. "Managed to deduce more schematic details. Security hive has a weapons vault within for additional equipment, if need be." Cal then spoke, "I'd imagine they pack the best hardware for a place like this."

"Might as well pick those up as well. Never know when they might be useful." Ryu then said, before looking towards the drivers area. He could feel the armored truck slow down and turn, which likely meant they were almost there.

"Alright, security check. Let me do the talking." the driver then spoke as he shifted his work cap nervously and picked up a clipboard holding a false manifesto. He opened his door and exited to speak to a compatriot that had approached. A few tense moments passed as muffled talking was heard from the outside, and Ryu gripped his sword's hilt in anticipation. He had paid the driver well to be a turncoat, but there was always the possibility of him losing his nerve and giving away the game. Much to his relief however, the driver got back in the compartment without issue and sighed. "Alright, we're through." he said as the vehicle began to move again.

The Queen relaxed the grip on his sword as they now entered the belly of the beast. And as the truck came to a slow again, this signaled that they were now parked at their drop-off point. Ryu then made his way over to the doors at the doors at the back and inched them open to take a peek. Crates and pallettes lined various sections of the loading bay, along with a few other trucks parked nearby. Some guards walked about with weapons in their holsters, which had Ryu furrow his brow under his vision. He could see the direct path they needed to take towards the interior of the bank, and where the security hub would be as well. But like this, they would certainly raise the alarm almost immediately. He had to intervene directly, much to his displeasure.

Ryu walked over to the shutter that allowed them to speak to the driver: "Keep the engine warm." he said before turning his attention to the Tigers.

"Straight shot to the security hive. I will deal with the alarm, you deal with the guards in the immediate area." he then said, as he crouched and took a deep breath to concentrate...

Sylvie ( WhiskeyMarten ), Samira (@Beann ), Camila ( Roda the Red ), Jennifer ( Uasal )

 

[Uasal]

Jennifer Weber

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SCENE:

Heist

LOCATION:

Central

PARTICIPANTS:

Camila, Jennifer, Maria, Ryutaro, Samira, Sylvie

Heist

Jennifer remained silent for the remainder of the trip. Her eyes gazed off into the distance as she contemplated just how exactly things could possibly get any worse. That being said she had no intention of going about this operation half-assed. Quite frankly she couldn't afford to given the circumstances, she had yet to ever fail a mission and she wasn't intending to start now. Even if she disagreed with it. The police being preoccupied was at least something they could call an advantage but that would only get them so far, the security was the real threat from the beginning as would be eyewitnesses.

With the truck coming to a halt inside the loading bay as planned, Jennifer readied herself for departure. Once Ryu had given his order Jennifer wasted no time in carrying it out. Moving to the door Jennifer opened it with casual effect, hopped down from the small elevation and scanned the room while drawing her pistol. Her movements didn't seem to catch anyone's attention right away but that didn't last for long. After a quick scan of the room, Jennifer let out a soft sigh, raised her pistol and took five shots. The suppressed shots echoed dully into the room and drew attention to the armed and masked woman almost immediately thereafter. Though Jennifer had taken out all the cameras in the bay she had yet to take a single shot toward the personnel within.

Security guards quickly realised the situation and began to move for cover, grabbing at their weapons and moving quickly to ready them for combat. And while the guards did so, those workers loading the vans and such were almost unanimously left in a daze wondering just what was going on. "Let's get out of here ASAP. The price of gas will leave our poor chauffeur bankrupt if we take too long". Swivelling to move behind a nearby pallet Jennifer shot another three rounds killing three of the bay workers who had yet to realise the situation they were in "Aim for the head, the body armour's gonna be a bitch"

@Beann joshuadim Roda the Red WhiskeyMarten @Shoya

 

[angel doe]

celestine renee cadieux

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SCENE:

serpents arc 3: scene 2 [hunks in the city]

LOCATION:

central district

PARTICIPANTS:

jozef, tri, nikolai, celestine, markus

hunks in the city

celestine tilted her head slightly to one side in response to jozef's words, confused, "of course, i am just glad you seemed to enjoy the treat." she managed a small smile, her gaze following him as he left the ice cream parlor, but the smile vanished when she realized what was going on. in a few short moments, jozef approached the stranger and accidentally? tripped, probably aiming to spill his ice cream on the other person; tri and nikolai followed the younger boy not long after.

"ah, w-wait-" celestine watched as the other two exited the parlor and followed them nervously, "are you certain we should be bullying someone we do not know? we do not need to cause any harm, he was only staring." she wouldn't lie and say it hadn't made her somewhat uncomfortable, but was attacking this stranger really necessary? he hadn't actually done anything wrong yet.

celeste walked up just as nikolai threw his dirty glove at the stranger and watched in silent horror as he demanded money from the so-called 'punk'. she reached towards niko to stop him, but froze an inch shy of his shoulder, clenching her fist and dropping it to her side. celeste didn't know how he felt about physical contact, so instead, she spoke up, "i do not think this is necessary, was it not a requirement that we refrain from violence?" her brow furrowed with thinly veiled concern as she looked from nikolai to tri, and then to jozef, and finally to the stranger they were attempting to shake down.

celestine didn't know what more she could say and decided to take a few steps closer to jozef, gently resting a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to pull him away from the stranger. she didn't want him to be any closer than he needed to be; if the situation escalated too quickly, celeste wanted to be able to protect jozef as best she could.

Elenion Aura Caffeine_Obsessed Damafaud WhiskeyMarten

 

[Ambiloquous]

Suzerain Schema

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SCENE:

Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 1 [Follow the Lightning]

LOCATION:

South District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi (

joshuadim

), Merrit, Noa (

Peckinou

), Ryoma (

Stros

), Suzerain

It started as a tickle on the back of her neck. A tingling of static electricity, a shift in temperature, a tiny breeze created from movement—some small, inoffensive change to her environment that she couldn’t pinpoint as a single event. Part of her brain couldn’t be pleased at Anya’s affirmations of the location she’d discovered, so focused on the newfound strangeness in the room that felt important for a reason she couldn’t comprehend. She barely noticed Anya’s eyes darting around the room as she pulled her riot shield closer to her side, an instinct that rarely ever came out whispering muted warning signals at her.

The instinct was correct, Suzerain learned, as Shellac’s owner screamed and she stiffened. A lizard-like figure melted out of the walls and made use of Ryoma as a platform, leaping out the window. A belated second later, Monohybrid found herself throwing the sparking riot shield at the window, much too late to hit anything but the wall. It slid down with a thunk, and she coughed.

Even in a situation primed for conflict, she felt the need to say something that appeared competent.

“I was testing the shocking function.”

She darted to the window without hearing a reply, picking up the shield in a surprisingly smooth motion and poking her head out carefully between the glass shards and the plastic shield she had placed between her and the building outside. Watching Noa’s hired help cracking the intruder’s back against the wall, she wondered if she should start talking about Hyperstar or the possible camouflage-invisibility potentiality first.

As she hesitated over the frivolous question, the choice was taken from her. The infiltrator vanished from view.

“

They can camouflage or turn invisible.

Probably. Most likely.”

Cupping her hands behind the deactivated shield and around her mask, she yelled,

“Also,

HyperstarisasuspiciousbarinHitoshi’slaptopandIthinkweshouldgotherebecausealcohol.

”

Taking a deep breath, she felt a wave of relief for saying all that needed to be said and started to back away, her job done. But was it? The bodyguard looked to have it well in hand. She would likely be in the way if she participated. On the other hand, the lizardman was a fairly unknown factor. There was a high chance that things would go awry.

Her brows furrowing together, she mentally ran over the cons of avoiding the battle and pinned her hopes on Symposia’s principles being right. Grabbing her sole piece of semi-combative equipment, she rushed down the stairs and skidded around the bar to ineffectively block one of the exits of the alleyway. Crouching down behind her plastic barrier with sweating hands, she toggled and locked the electric pulse function. There were 300 000 volts in an initial connection, enough to kill an unfortunate NP passing by, but it dropped to 200 000 after three seconds due to the taser’s built-in safety feature not being merged out of the final product. Not that 200k volts was anywhere near harmless or nonlethal either.

If the reptilian assailant tripped and landed on her shield, they would have to contend with quite a nasty shock.

TL;DR:

Suzerain throws a shield way too late, yells useless things at Noa and Co. and tries to block the alley entrance.

 

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SCENE:

Serpents Arc 3: Scene 3 [Filth In The Gutter]

LOCATION:

Lab Icarus, North District

PARTICIPANTS:

[Aristotle, Timothy, Rebecca], Darius, Mimi, Orion, Reese, Rutheless, Sang-Cheol, Yuna, Yuto

Filth In The Gutter

"Oh, what the fuck." Timothy yelled as he watched one of the invaders turn the trucks into a fucking transformer. "What are the chances of that!" The gamer blood inside him was seething at this, in his view, ass pull of the century. What made things worse was that the other vehicles in the parking lot were getting decimated by the Dragons. That orange hair girl was putting in quite the effort along with that old man who created the transformer.

"Aristotle, are you ready!" Timothy yelled at the round man beside him. Aristotle still seemed busy dumping the throat spray into his mouth, so Timothy took that as a no. Timothy pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's time to get creative, I guess..." With a few button presses, Timothy activated the comms. "Rebecca, where are you? You're supposed to be with Gerda by now!"

"I have fallen, and I can't get up!"

"Of course you are." Checking the security cameras, Rebecca was on the other side of the building. She was... tangled with a bunch of rope restraining her legs. How that ever fucking happened was beyond him. "Alright, go to the nearest sink. I'll shift piping so you can make yourself useful." With a few more button presses, the internal lab started shifting.

Lab Icarus was a building that was strange by default. Built with several of HP's potentialities, it had a variety of functions that made it special. One of these was its ability to change its foundation. The screeching of metal could be heard above Timothy as the lab shifted. "Okay, it's all set up. Activate your potentiality, Rebecca."

Within the forest, a pipe emerged from the ground. It turned before aiming itself at Laura. Rebecca activated her potential. While flimsy, her potentiality allowed her to control water. By becoming one with the water, she was able to have significant control over it. One such control was to pressurize the water.

Like a sniper bullet, the water shot out fast. The pressurized water shot forth and clipped Laura onto the side and sent her falling onto the ground, bleeding. Soon, Rebecca manifested from the pipe that was guzzling out water.

The trucks in the area were more or less destroyed. A golem had manifested from the loading bay and let it a big, earthy bellow. It seemed like Hubert was also getting up from the crater he had created. Rebecca looked up at the truck. If she remembered correctly, there was someone in it. Holding her hands up, a watery sphere manifested from her palms. All she needed was one accurate shot.