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[Sir Les Paul]

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  Aiden McCarthy​

  
  

  TBD​

  
  

  Species Human
  Partner Luka, Rio; Dai, Cei (temp)
  Rank One-Star Weapon, R.I.P.
  
  Location Sydney, Australia, in front of the Opera House
  Mission Investigations in Australia
  Status Irate, frustrated, upset
  
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  Mentions: @Solarknight The Regal Rper @Mineczka Nobody Special Lady Warlock
  
  

  
  Somehow... Dai apologizing only made Aiden more angry. It really did. Even Dai was convinced he was the perpetrator here which itself Aiden was sure only fed into the victim complex Luka demonstrated earlier. Not to say Dai did not need to apologize nor that he was guiltless. This was a different type of anger, if anything. Almost an envy. It wasn't the same type of blistering rage as before. If even Dai could accept some responsibility--even when his transgressions were far lesser--then why couldn't Luka? Did her brain just not process this as her fault? Were those few years of maturity that everyone deemed so important still so significant that they explained the difference in how these two approached this situation? Or, was it just one of the odd quirks about her?
  
  This was not the same type of feeling that just added fuel to the fire, either. It was not a trigger like Rio. Perhaps Aiden was so angry that almost any feeling he had would be translated into more anger. Perhaps this was that envy and inflection masquerading as anger, too. It was hard to tell. What Aiden did know was that he felt much better after his explosion. For the sake of his teammate, he kept his frustrations in for so long that they become bottled up in a most unhealthy way, and releasing them relieved some of that pressure. Enough so that he could at least converse with Dai on a meaningful level that wasn't hateful or full of spite.
  
  'Again, I thank you, Dai,' Aiden responded back. Their connection was not strong, especially with Aiden being new and on his back, but it was enough to communicate. Doubtful for much more, especially given how disruptive Aiden's emotional status likely was. 'But, you aren't the one that needs to make anything up--at least not to me. You were not there in the connection, so I don't expect you to know every detail, but what I can sense from you is a lot regret and guilt. You hate apologies, I get it, but I can feel that you mean it. That is the difference between you and Luka. Not once in her soul did I feel any guilt or regret. She didn't feel bad for what she did and then she just cut me off. Rio, too, I think. In my mind, you have done enough to make up for your actions. She hasn't even begun to make up for her reactions. She dug herself a hole--and that's not your fault.' Aiden explained, for the first time giving anyone on the team a calm insight to how he actually felt. To Dai, of all people.
  
  Admittedly, as Aiden explained it, he realized just who he was talking to and wasn't sure how it would be received. Dai might not even care. But, that sense of guilt he felt in Dai, that might be enough to make him actually contemplate what Aiden was telling him. Dai was no therapist, but it was plain see that the brutish youth certainly did not lack empathy. He just seemed to ignore it most of the time.
  
  Aiden considered telling Dai more. Aiden considered venting about how he may feel like he'll be alone on this hill of scrutinizing what Luka did with his belief that her reactions were far too heinous for an immediate apology to fix. The girl showed every red flag of a poor partner he had ever seen in a shorter period of time than he had ever seen, all with the worst timing imaginable. Aiden could've went on. But, he didn't. The rest of the group was finally moving forward and there was no point in going over the past. If anything, Aiden felt like he let too much slip, but his loose tongue just followed his emotional explosion, so that type of reflection wasn't something he thought of in that impulsive moment. Perhaps it came from the isolation he felt being cut off from Luka or his time just sitting there useless in the battlefield, but just being heard meant a lot to him in the moment.
  
  

  
  

  
  
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  Cole Baker​

  
  

  "Crackshot"​

  
  

  Species Human
  Partner Callah
  Rank One-Star Meister, R.I.P.
  
  Location Sydney, Australia, in front of the Opera House
  Mission Investigations in Australia
  Status Focused
  
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  Mentions: @Solarknight The Regal Rper @Mineczka Nobody Special Lady Warlock
  
  

  
  
  It seemed following the explosion, the group actually got back on track. Cole was half-amazed. Typically, that type of outburst was far outside of his normal persona, but the stress of a mission combined with removing one of his mental barriers was enough to put him in a state where he was much less like himself--or at least the version of himself that most had become accustomed to. Regardless, it was a more than pleasant restoration of order that he was appreciative of.
  
  The order they had established was important, although Luka seemed quick to move forward. Cole was back to theorizing. Perhaps she was doing it to get the mission over with sooner, or perhaps it was another coping mechanism. Moving forward might feel like distancing herself from the things that bothered her most. In any case, it didn't matter. Dai was back to the front, Aiden finally shut the hell up and was on his back, and all they had to do was a little recon.
  
  While Cole did keep his guard up despite the suggestions there were no other targets, he became more personally focused on scanning their environment with his Soul Perception. Their new comrade seemed to know the area well enough and neither of his teammates were proficient with it, so this role fell to him. He kept in good memory of the soul signature of the previous honey goblin to see if there was any trace of it, but also if there was any indication of an abnormal wavelength anywhere. Cole had the logic that by the time things got to him, they had already passed by the eyes of Dai, Luka, and Briseis. His fourth set of eyes would thus be best used less on what true eyesight could see and more what his perception could pick up.
  
  "This place is ransacked. I'm focusing on anything that my Soul Perception might find. I do believe we should find a container for the honey still, but outside of that, if we can't find a specific item left here that could indicate something of interest, what we may need to focus on is what's not here. This would be your specialty, Briseis. What of importance was held here in any room? What could go missing that is of value, even if just academically? And, once the perimeter is secure, as gruesome as it sounds, we may need to go through the personal belongings of these agents for clues and even check their corpses. Before we head out, other points of interest we may want to take a second look at are the portal site you described, what remains of the target we eliminated, and the bag it had full of bees. Lastly, if it's useful, I carry a multi-tool, so if we need to disassemble something, we at least have some screwdrivers, a file, pliers, and a small prying tool. Just something to keep in mind before we go smashing something open out of curiosity," Cole said aloud while continuing to move with the group. His tone was fairly monotonous. He was back to his thoughtful self at least verbally. Giving some insight to what they may need to look for--or look for the absence of. He hoped if anything his instructions would inspire some idea in Briseis.
  
  

  
  

  
  

 

[Nobody Special]

NOELLE ACCESSOIRE
Location: Salt Lake City, Utah
Interacting: Sion ( Prizzy Kriyze ), Yuan ( QuirkyAngel ), Erica & Grace ( CelticHero37 ), Professor Vabule ( Lady Warlock )
Meister: Sion
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Noelle was quick to pull in her canopy on Sion's command. The mixture of fear, confusion, and now slight pain from the creature's attack was doing quite the number on her train of thought-- so while she tried her hardest to understand what exactly was going on and how this could have happened, the most she could do for her partner was obey his commands without delay. That thing-- no, Professor Vabule was extremely fast, and that was sure to keep Sion occupied to the point where he wouldn't be capable of noticing every little detail. As her breathing steadied, Noelle began to realize what her job would be in this battle: paying attention to everything, and providing defense in critical moments.

Sion's Soul Impact attack had landed successfully, and as the pair was sent flying backwards, Noelle took note of the visual signs of pain in the Professor's voice and body language. Yuan and the twins had thankfully managed to avoid the Death Scythe's attacks while Sion was distanced from them, and without wasting a second, they were dashing back into the fight. Sion's stressed request prompted Noelle to relay the information she had acquired within those few seconds of combat, and she began to explain, making sure that her voice (as shaky as it was) was loud enough for Yuan to hear as well.

"T-The Professor can still feel pain! Yuan, if you can force your wavelength into him, please keep doing that! He is tough, but you should be able to get past his exterior by attacking him internally!" One look at the soulless face of the instructor who had once brought light into the lives of his students caused the girl to wince from the guilt that came with knowing they would have to hurt him. It was clear that force was going to be necessary, though, as she found herself expanding her canopy once again after seeing the speedy teacher attempting to flank Sion.

Yuan's suggestion caused Noelle to widen her eyes, mainly with surprise that she hadn't thought of speaking to the Professor herself. She had seen him plenty of times throughout the halls, and she even remembered asking him for directions to classes on one of her very first days at the academy. If she remembered him so well, he'd have to remember her. As the Death Scythe closed in on them from behind, she took a deep breath, and desperately screamed out to the man at the top of her lungs.

"PROFESSOR VABULE!!!"

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[The Regal Rper]

• Shamaness
• The Shamanless

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  Cei
  ~Sydney, Australia~

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  For the appearance of the Great Master, Ceinwein remained dominantly silent. However her attention did linger on their new addition. This 'Brizese' woman's responses to both how she'd ended up in her current situation to the possibility of anyone else being around only confirmed Mother's ominous humming. It was a confirmation she'd hoped would rather be wrong, or at least spell the possibility that the death of other members of this branch had not been as certain.
  
  A deep wave of sympathy trickled through the link. Ceinwein simply resolved in her heart to ensure she aided Dai in putting an end to all the banes that infected this once sacred place.
  
  Just as she had expected them to continue moving, Rio said something, of what she had no idea. She hadn't really been paying attention to the others. More focused on the interaction between Cole, Lord Death, the new attendant, and keeping surveillance of their surroundings. A spike of annoynance hit Ceinwien as she watched Aiden fly off and then begin speaking to Rio again with heat in his voice, no doubt having felt antagonized by whatever Rio had said.
  
  This was honestly so annoying. So annoying. Could this not wait till they left this place? Why did she insist on continuing an argument when it was clear that views wouldn't be understood at the moment?
  
  Luckily, or unfortunately, Cole cut in before things could escalate further. She felt the vibrations in her soul space and frowned as she listened to his own vent. If there was one thing she agreed with, it was the fact that they could leave all the mistakes behind, and focus on actually doing their job. It was the guilt she felt coming from Dai however that made Cei pause as she looked at him in her Weapon form. She wanted to say something, maybe offer some comforting words.
  
  Ultimately she said nothing. It was lucky that he did before though. It seemed this wild Meister of hers, really did have a softer side behind the fury he packed. It was comforting in a way. She'd been starting to think that she'd need to rein Dai in a lot, seeing him reflect on his own actions though- it warmed her up a bit.
  
  To his response she replied with a laugh. 'Then you'll be out of money because I am a big eater.' her response was joyful, jocular and merry, but as they moved she found that brief moment of warmth dying in cold. Walking through a hall of the dead did not help in the slightest. Witnessing the bodies of human corpses, the signs of a struggle, it all only confirmed Mother's harrowing tune. Cei could not help but wonder what force could have swung through an entire dedicated branch of the Master's organization, and thoroughly ruined it so swiftly. If Brizese's tales were fact, then either every agent in this branch was dead or missing, or those that had survived had, if shamefully, rightfully, fled for their lives.
  
  'Dai' she called to him, after beats of silence between Aiden's conversation with Dai, 'I do not like this at all. What could have done this? Our new friend mentioned a portal before, do you have any idea of the Master's enemies that use such a device for transportation?'
  

  
  

  
  Mentions: Lady Warlock @Mineczka @Solarknight Sir Les Paul Nobody Special
  
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  Tavares Castelo
  ~St.Louis, Missouri~

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  Whatever Lucien meant about Sheena's case, he decided to shelve that to the side. The present was the most important, and right now he had three uglies closing in. Eyes were drawn to where both his Weapon partners pointed out. Wasting time to use Adelle at the moment would do him no good. Without thinking, his fingers tightened on Lucien's handle. Wavelength rushed down to his legs like blood, Tavares's muscles tensed, with a single leap he was rushing towards the creature they had directed him towards, but then he landed a good arm's reach away from the creature. Right in its range, and in an impressive display of acrobatics, crouched, prepped, and slashed through the throat as he made his leap past the creature at angle that gave him the perfect strike for the neck.
  
  Flipping midair so he was facing the creatures behind him, Tavares came to a sliding halt. He grimaced as gravity around him doubled all of a sudden, and in that moment knew the first stage of the effects were kicking in. It'd first slow him down, then hit him with a wave of vertigo that would ruin his balance, before finally ending it with muscle pains. He had to finish this before he slowed down too much.
  
  A merciless wave, erases all in its path. These words were heard by both Weapons, and the instant the sentence was completed, Tavares soul energy spiked, the feeling become ecstatic, crazed, excited, even as he calmly swapped Lucien by sticking him in his belt loop and took hold of Adelle, aiming for the next target. " Adelle, the dart you mentioned, let's do it and end the remaining filth here, quickly!" He stated urgently.
  

  
  

  
  Mentions: n/a
  
  Interactions: Lady Warlock (Adelle), QuirkyAngel
  
  

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Sion Noguchi
Salt Lake City​

The creature howled as it was struck twice, but Sion's attention was caught by something else entirely. For but a brief moment a few higher frequencies broke out through the wall of bass that emanated from its soul. Like a prisoner trying to tear loose from their cell, a sound of agony accompanied the creature's screech. His knuckles whitened beneath the fingerless gloves he held Noelle with as he braced himself against the cacophony. It felt like there was something more inside this creature.

As Yuan shouted her suggestion for appealing to the humanity within the beast, Sion could feel the change in Noelle's intention. He was almost surprised to find himself so attuned to his weapon, but Noelle was in a different league from the weapons he was used to. It did, on the other hand, also make him aware to the split second of pain in her soul as the zombie's bladed arm had struck her. He gritted his teeth. They had no time to doubt.

Noelle was already held in his off-hand, turned backwards as he neared the zombie's charge. He clenched her under his armpit for better grip and readied to use her canvas as shielding for his back. "Diplomacy, eh?" He spoke aloud. He'd have to give her a platform to speak. The zombie was going to attack all the way around him from the left. Can't ignore the right arm, get in close enough and his appendages are too long to use effectively. Sion decided on an approach quickly, then reciprocated the creatures leap. He twisted his body to the left, raising his legs so that his knees would collide with its right shoulder and chest, readying his right hand to grip it by the neck. As they collided he felt the bladed arm press against Noelle behind him and felt his cold fingers ache inside her loops from the force. He used the moment to grab its throat and leaned backwards, solidifying his grip and using his legs to keep the dangerous right arm at bay, before he heard Noelle plea for her old professor.

This close, breathing down the beast's face and locking eyes with its inhumane features, Sion could hear the twisted bass notes so loudly. This wasn't his ordinary opponent. It wasn't safe to siphon energies from a mad being. This hadn't been smart. This was a lapse in judgment.

Surprise - or perhaps confusion - washed over Sion's face. His right hand and legs itched and crawled as the mad, toxic wavelength seeped into his own. The sound was so loud. Still, it was being taken over by another, far more familiar sound. The ever-present scratching in the back of his head. A thousand cockroaches skittering across his eardrums. Burning. Screeching. Sure, it often kept him awake longer than he'd like, but it was never this intense.

In an act of desperation Sion summoned all the energy he could and blasted his wavelength through both legs and his right hand in a forceful and undisciplined Soul Impact, propelling himself loose and soaring up and backwards through the air; but it had been too much contact. A strand, a pitiful little sliver of darkness had made a grasp at his wavelength, and he could feel it all throughout his body. Offset somewhat by Noelle's mellow melodies, Sion's own sound had been amplified to uncanny levels.

He vaulted backwards through the air and landed on unsteady legs. His free hand was pressed firmly against his ear and his hair obscured his face as he hunched forward. Few people had had the misfortune to hear the sound of a swarm of cockroaches hissing all at once, fewer still had the misfortune of having that noise played directly through the entirety of their soul. He rose slightly, concentrating to block out the jarring sensation and refocused on the monster. Somewhere in his subconscious he regressed. Unconsciously he drew more power from Noelle as if to patch the holes, and even if he was aware, it was no longer certain whether he'd care.

Anger. Spitefulness? Apathy.

Without a word spoken to Noelle he spun her around in his hand and forcefully drew the canvas back to get her sharpened ferrule ready. He didn't move his eyes from the zombie as he called out to Yuan. "Get me an opening. I'm going to run it through." His words were matter of fact, perhaps with a hint of malice.

His ears were hurting.

Interaction: Nobody Special QuirkyAngel CelticHero37

 

[Lady Warlock]

Adelle StoneThe smallest twinge of jealousy flickered through Adelle’s soul as Tavares leapt forwards at the target both she and Lucien had selected and as Tavares ran the creature through with Lucien’s blade. She wasn’t silly or ridiculous enough to let it interfere with their mission, but now that they were all three of them in one unit, she had to wonder about so many things she didn’t know about her meister. Did he favor bladed weapons? Was he a fighter who really liked to get up close in a precise manner that her weapon forms wouldn’t allow? While Adelle wanted to be a death scythe and she was willing to do quite a lot to get there - she’d already done quite a lot, to be fair - she was finding that she got along with Tavares a lot better than she would have initially anticipated and she certainly didn’t want to feel like she was holding him back from reaching his full potential.

None of that quite managed to transfuse through her connection with either Tavares or Lucien in a coherent thought, but they would both definitely feel the flicker in her wavelength. It was almost as though it skipped a beat in the midst of all the action.

It might have turned into more of a situation than that were it not for the fact that Tavares promptly called to her requesting that they follow through with one of her proposals. Any wavering of her wavelength immediately stabilized and her focus returned completely to the mission that they had to complete. Silver enveloped her weapon form as she transformed into probably her most unusual form. While it had been a common weapon in the time that all her forms came from, she oftentimes was reminded that it didn’t slide into common use similarly to most of her other forms. Rather, the use of an atlatl kind of faded into a hidden realm of history. You really had to know about it to even learn about it.

‘You’re basically going to throw forward, without letting me go,’ she spoke into their soul connection. ‘First, we need to focus, though. A bolt like what I’m thinking requires a lot of energy.’ Already, as Adelle explained it, her soul was siphoning off some of Tavares’s wavelength to build the base of the bolt they would unleash upon their enemy. The further away they moved to give them time to create it, the longer the bolt grew and Adelle did not go easy on the force she poured into it. Though she did add a bit of her own energy into it as well, it wasn’t quite a true resonance. They didn’t need that or really have the time for it with this particular weapon form.

Fortunately for them, the more they pulled away from their opponents, the more the two remaining gremlins seemed to line up perfectly for them until a moment where all Adelle could say was, ‘Throw! NOW!’

The Regal Rper QuirkyAngel

Briseis

Location: Sydney Australia
Partner: None currently
Tags: Sir Les Paul The Regal Rper @Mineczka Nobody Special ​

As Briseis wandered through the remains of what had been her home, sorrow flooded her. She could not remember living anywhere else if she was being honest with herself. However, she had to focus on helping the students before she could fully allow herself to grieve the loss of it. After all, they’d rescued her. It was the least she could do. “The most notable thing that’s lacking would be all the people,” she remarked. “My father lived and worked here. He was a death scythe. There were two meisters who were stationed here at all times - Jamari and Luken. And then there was another demon weapon here - not a death scythe, but highly skilled like my father. Her name was Eva.” All of them had been like family to her.

As they went through things, Briseis was able to procure a mason jar for them to use to scrape up some of the honey from their previous encounter, and Luka had taken on the task of collecting that from upstairs. It gave her some space away from the rest of the group, though she did bring Rio with her just in case things went south.

Briseis was also able to point out a few things that were unfamiliar to her and possibly tied back to the group that had caused all the damage and that had plotted the attack in the first place. The group had time to collect the various artifacts and take note of the damage that amassed around them so that they could recreate the scene in their minds if they were asked to. Briseis knew she would recognize some of the voices if she heard them again, but she also explicitly remembered seeing creatures similar to the one that the students had encountered. The more she tried to remember, the more her head began to spin from it all and eventually, when she’d accomplished as much as she could, Briseis collapsed in a pile of tears.

“I don’t know what else. Everything could be a clue here. I’m… I’m sorry.” She wanted to be more assistance, but she was unfortunately at her limit and all she had left to do was follow them upstairs and board the plane when it arrived to bring them back to the DWMA.

This mission is completed. Feel free to write an epilogue for your character(s) if you wish. Thank you for participating!​

Salt Lake City, Utah
Just as the monstrous former death scythe’s bladed arms started digging into whatever it could grip on either meister within his reach to whatever capacity was possible, the sound of Noelle’s voice berated it like a screech that could not be tuned out no matter its frequency. His entire face looked pained although nothing had attacked it in that precise moment. Well, perhaps Sion had, but the creature was too dumbfounded to really realize that. There was probably also an element of the fact that his soul wavelength was being consumed. However, none of that negated the fact that his entire existence was pure pain and agony. Despite that, he managed to grimace out what sounded like attempts at words.

“Can’t…. fight… it… “

“Do… your… du...ty… “

With the last of his energy, the last ounce of his humanity, Professor Vabule crossed his arm blades in front of himself and slashed at his chest. The monster in him returned in time to prevent the worst of its attempt at self-sabotage and those words were followed by a scream that transitioned into a roar of fury and rage that was no longer human in any definitive way. Whatever remained of their old professor was no longer salvageable. In fact, any chance of that had probably been gone long before their fight even started.

Sion would notice that the soul wavelength he absorbed was incomplete. It was like someone had glued down only half of the puzzle of it all, and that half was the half that contained all the problem parts. Those problem pieces only grew more and more expansive in the absence of the rest and led to an excessive growing hunger for all that was pure that it lacked. It hungered for a purity that almost solely existed in children, hence the trail of child corpses that this thing had been leaving in its wake.

There was an opening, though, as a full monster took over.

QuirkyAngel Prizzy Kriyze Nobody Special CelticHero37

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Yuan (Meister)
Salt Lake City (Downtown)

Yuan could hear Sion call to her, see the former professor slash himself, but her focus was elsewhere as the souls of herself and her weapons drew closer.

On the count of three girls!

3…

2…
1…

“Soul resonance!”

Sparks emanated from the Chinese girl, enough to crack her glasses. Raw, blue wavelength (mixed with a bit of red) that grew and grew as the three souls touch, passing energy back and forth while they all amplified each other. Her own clairvoyant wavelength locked in an intricate dance with the Madness of Destruction and Order echoing from the twins. She was back again in the distorted forest. In front of the blood red waterfall. Images of the future flashed before Dongmei’s eyes and the meister couldn’t help but laugh aloud as the dual madness wavelengths of the girls expanded, amplifying her own her own chaotic tendencies…but she didn’t lose herself.

The twins wouldn’t let her, both of them holding her hand and keeping her grounded, even as their souls reverberated, spilling out massive amounts of soul energy for her to utilize.

She could hear Yuan’s voice as well, gently reminding her of who she was and where she was. Her goals. Her plans. She was Yuan of DWMA’s RIP class, taking on her first mission.

By the time Yuan opened her eyes, the axes had grown bigger, their forms changed in her hands.

The reverb form—or so Erica’s voice informed her.

Yuan couldn’t say she knew very much of what to do next since this was the first time she resonated with the twins, but she could see the pure agony the soul before. As a meister of DWMA, the thing she should do was as plain as day. Dashing in, her movements enhanced by soul energy, Yuan slammed the supercharged demon axes into the back of the monster that roared with fury. The end was near. She could see it.

“Hehe, Sorry for the wait~!”

Prizzy Kriyze Lady Warlock CelticHero37

Lucien Boulanger (Weapon)
Missouri Botanical Gardens

Lucien assisted with the wavelength control of Taveres’ technique as the meister slashed the throat of one of the honey gremlins, finishing the job. Or rather, he did what he could, given he didn’t really know the specifics of the meister’s technique. Mostly, he just focused on remaining sharp as his weapon form sliced through goops of honey like butter. There wasn’t a doubt in Lucien’s mind that his full-weapon form had more potential than his partial transformations when wielded by a proper meister. Nothing they couldn’t cut through when in weapon and meister were in sync. “Bravo! Two more to go,”

A slight frown crossed the blonde’s when Taveres seemed to grimace though. Seemed his technique was sort of self enhancement with drawbacks.

A merciless wave, erases all in its path.

“What are y--?” Then Taveres’ wavelength spiked. Meanwhile, Adelle’s wavelength seemed to…flicker…slightly. Lucien sighed. “Seriously guys, it’s not easy keeping pace with you all when you’re both changing things up on me like that.”

Fortunately, it was only just a momentary flicker. However, it certainly showed that Miss Stone wasn’t as ‘stone-like’ as she appeared, letting her emotions influence her wavelength like that. Since, Taveres put him away to use a long-ranged finisher, there wasn’t much for Lucien to do but sit back and watch the show…while acting as moral support and keeping his wavelength balanced with everyone else’s. Soul rejection mid-combat would be highly awkward.

Of course, if Tavares wanted, he could take from Lucien’s soul pool and add it to whatever Adelle was building up as well. They were all linked through the meister, after all, and just because he wasn’t the one cutting didn’t mean he couldn’t be of help.

“If this isn’t over quickly, I’ll die of hunger. The people who know me will tell you I am not happy when I die of hunger.”

In truth, Lucien didn’t expect the soul of Kishin Eggs to fit with his exquisite taste buds at all if all his previous experiences were anything to by…but there was always a chance. And, so long as there was a chance, Lucien would keep trying.

Lady Warlock The Regal Rper

 

[The Regal Rper]

Tavares Castelo
~St.Louis, Missouri~

With Tavares' mind more focused on maintaining his time limit and finishing this before time ran out, he couldn't help but be slightly, feel a bit of frustration at having to stand there and wait for the attack to charge. He'd kinda expected it to be....faster? He honestly wasn't sure. Logic dictated he shouldn't have expected much, Adelle after all- had only today just been his partner. He recalled the years he spent with Becca, the training they'd been through- as well as the constant interaction he'd had with the others. It only made sense that at this stage they'd be slower or less effective than he'd wanted.

It still ticked him off a little though. Not that he blamed Adelle for that at all, just that it annoyed him in general. The feelings of impatience was smothered out through mental fortitude on the task at hand as Adelle explained what needed to be done. So before his annoyance could transfer into his very soul, instead there were just spikes in his wavelength. Brief moments of highs and lows, where it would appear as if he was prepared and ready to strike at any moment's notice. Like he were one edge, which in a true sense- he was.

While Tavares counted the time away in his mind, it was pretty clear at the same time that what Lucien had noticed, he had failed to completely. The brief flare of jealousy that he should have sensed, even if it would have been a vague feeling went ignored absolutely. Distractions, were a death sentence- he chose to value the now.

With Lucien's offer to take from his own pool- Tavares gladly indulged. "Thank you Lucien." And so he took a fraction to add it to their own growing dart as he kept his distance, eyes locked on their targets.

'Throw! NOW!'​

He ]hurled it, all while being sure to make sure he didn't throw her in the process.

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Interactions: Lady Warlock (Adelle), QuirkyAngel

 

[Nobody Special]

NOELLE ACCESSOIRE
Location: Salt Lake City, Utah
Interacting: Sion ( Prizzy Kriyze ), Yuan ( QuirkyAngel ), Erica & Grace ( CelticHero37 ), Professor Vabule ( Lady Warlock )
Meister: Sion
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The professor's potential last words crushed Noelle's heart.

She hardly knew this man. She hadn't spent a second learning in any of his classes-- the only true interaction between the two was a brief exchange of words. And now she'd have to have a hand in taking the man's life?

Noelle didn't want to do it. There had to be some kind of way, something she could do to prevent the inevitable from actually happening. There was absolutely no way he couldn't be saved. The beaming light of optimism inside of her was shining bright, telling her that there would be a happy ending somewhere, if she could just gather her now scattered thoughts and concentrate. The heartbreak and pain in his voice, the weight of that request--no, that duty-- was pushing down on her with an intense amount of force. Not to mention that Sion's wavelength had suddenly kicked into high gear without warning. Was he okay? There was so much to worry about! Trying her best to break out of this panic and just think, she put her hands on her head and stared intently at the black space around her. Think, you imbécille, think!

Then, somehow, just somehow, the sound of flesh being torn into was all it took to bring the slightest feeling of calm to Noelle's mind.

It really was over. She had failed before she could even make a true attempt at succeeding.

If they kept this up any longer, not only would Professor Vabule suffer more, but the risk of any one of the meisters and weapons getting injured would grow at a dangerous rate. She looked the creature that had overtaken the Professor in its eyes, although there was no way it could see her grieving eyes through her durable, nylon canopy. With a deep inhale, and a prolonged exhale, she forced herself back into her volunteered position of support, and focused on offense.

"Let us... end this. Please."

How selfish.

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