rollz3 (NA)
: >**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Tsuki Fresh corpses were always in great supply during a skirmish and this was no exception, while she would find it a harder to control the fallen forms outside the barrier the ones within were much more easily swayed, should she attempt to claim an undead not yet fallen she would be greeted with a sharp spike of pain deep within her mind, something was not going to let her succeed with the same tricks as easily this time. Regardless, those Tsuki revived would give the living some assistance in the form of pushing through the mists or acting as distractions for a short time with any and all advantage they gave being welcomed by the pirates even if they viewed the sight of their recently resurrected friends unsettling and repulsive. As for her cursed earth springing from the ooze and blood of her body a few of they undead unable to retreat in time were consumed quickly as it dug into their flesh and for the time gave the caravan some breathing room though the raining harpoons and spears still posed a substantial threat to all of them. >Atreyu Amid the fighting and yelling pirates, Jason was trying his best to keep the caravan moving to marginal success while he attempted to take pot shots at the undead in the distance but between the mists and the chaos he was missing far more then he was hitting, afresh spear wound in his left arm and leg not helping in the slightest, let alone sure if the damage he did do was enough to put them down for good. The driller turned to the Husk and gave a confused look which quickly turned into a short, quick nod of acknowledgement that it was better to just go along with whatever plan the mage may have in store. After word he signaled for survivors to form up and protect those pushing the carts which well over a dozen did by holding up sheets of metal or wood to block the spears to their flank which and appeared to be working for the time being but now is was a matter of a spear getting a lucky hit or the defends tiring of the bombardment first. >Ramira The Red Witch's efforts were not going unnoticed by the ever vengeful butcher of the depths, watching as she blew apart several spears mid descent with such precision that he'd come to expect from one of her caliber but how long would she be able to keep it up he wondered silently. Pyke slowly approached and circled the barrier, but making sure he was outside of Tsuki's tainted ground, twirling his bone skewer with a single finger almost as if he was taunting the disguised lich. He occasionally threw out his dagger to pull some unfortunate soul past the barrier but all the same his eyes would remained locked on Ramira, she had hurt him. His pride more specifically and that was an insult he could not forgive, regardless if he was still capable of such and action still, but still he stayed his hand from her for now. He liked to watch her struggle and squirm, fighting for the last bit of freedom she had left in this world. Ohh its been so long since he'd seen one fight as hard as her and he was going to savor this mark for as long as possible.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00b8,timestamp=2019-09-05T05:05:31.137+0000) > The Red Witch's efforts were not going unnoticed by the ever vengeful butcher of the depths, watching as she blew apart several spears mid descent with such precision that he'd come to expect from one of her caliber but how long would she be able to keep it up he wondered silently. Pyke slowly approached and circled the barrier, but making sure he was outside of Tsuki's tainted ground, twirling his bone skewer with a single finger almost as if he was taunting the disguised lich. > > He occasionally threw out his dagger to pull some unfortunate soul past the barrier but all the same his eyes would remained locked on Ramira, she had hurt him. His pride more specifically and that was an insult he could not forgive, regardless if he was still capable of such and action still, but still he stayed his hand from her for now. > > He liked to watch her struggle and squirm, fighting for the last bit of freedom she had left in this world. Ohh its been so long since he'd seen one fight as hard as her and he was going to savor this mark for as long as possible. What she saw was shadows twisting and writhing, somewhere in that carnage one of them likely waited. When would he strike, he was certainly not one to wait for long before taking a bite. Foregoing telepathic communication the mage shouted over the carnage towards Jason and the others. "I suggest a tad quicker of a pace! If you do not wish to see your soul torn in half in person then risk everything and a little more." It wasn't exactly her intention to rile up everyone else but once she started, **"a hand, a leg, it matters not stall the mist or die like your friends."** To say most declined the opportunity was the understatement of the hour but a brave few took the advice to heart, some with nothing to lose and others with too much on the line at home already. It bought them precious seconds, but seconds nonetheless by acting as decoys for the mist to effectively focus on. Ramira was quick to act on it, hurling five more icicles in rapid succession. All of a sudden those connected to Ramira's thoughts would feel an unmistakable mental aggravation, a curt message. **_"Your lungs will have to serve for now. Trust in my educated guess."_** In a heartbeat Ramira had severed these mental pathways, leaving their minds free of the red witch's subconscious in the back of their thoughts. Stopping her attack Ramira moved her hands behind her back, eyes closed in a forced state of focus that shut out the surrounding irritations. To lure an eldritch being by the nose. To navigate this network and directly control the mist was not possible, but one could always subtly manipulate its motions as she had learned in the past. Slowly she influenced the slightest of motions, suddenly lucky misses from the mist's attacks were becoming more and more common. But as expected most grunts were not happy to see someone not pull their weight all of a sudden but none could act on it. Perhaps it was partly the metal suit... who knew. All that was known was that even the bravest will fall at the face of an unbeatable enemy, but the cheaters... they never truly lost. Minutes passed by in what felt like a year of studying a library section, no, an entire _library._ As the group continued towards the mist remained a foe that was not quite as outplayable, yet. They were far from an army, too many lagged behind simply cause they never had to hold anything resembling a Rakkor formation before. But just as the mist reached for one who had fallen it suddenly shot out in another direction as if possessed. Then another, and another, too close after one another to deny it was beyond a random miss- With Atreyu's shield and Jason organizing a line along Tsuki doing what she did best, being a disturbance it could almost be called a strategy. Those who paid attention to the witch would see her arms move in motion with the way the mist's attacks jarred away from their targets. Conducting by pulling the strands of the hivemind as subtly as she could get away with it, lagging green motions of her arms following her momentum.
rollz3 (NA)
: >**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Group Much like the mages, their less magically allies had very little in the way of defenses in regards to sound though many remained standing, albeit shaken, and quickly brought up their weapons and began firing into the mists. The undead creatures collided with the barrier letting out a squeal as their flesh bubbled and burned upon contact with the barrier's magic and for now seemed to hold them at bay allowing the pirates to quickly cut down any that drew to near. Pyke how ever circled in the distance, studying the scene slowly and methodically looking for a weakness to exploit and was content to bide his time. Plenty of bodies for the war machine after all and a few dozen would hardly be considered a set back. The oiler and his more trusted companions tried to keep the situation under control and keep the others from pushing too far ahead before Leilani could move forward which unfortunately for them was not nearly fast enough. Once again the ear splitting screech of the wraiths in the mists roared out at the caravan but the effectiveness was showing less desirable results with the survivors jamming their ears with wax, cloth or whatever they may have on hand but while they attacked any undead that came close to the barrier they were less prepared for what happened next. Spears and harpoons rained down upon them many missing but a few skewering survivors unfortunate enough to be in their path while Pyke's attempted to skewer others from the distance and drag them past the barrier to be torn apart by the awaiting monsters.
> [{quoted}](name=Aproxima,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00b5,timestamp=2019-08-18T21:42:53.082+0000) > > Tsuki watched Ramira and blinked a couple of times as she listened to her. She nodded and even in this kind of situation got distracted enough to widely smile *" I'd like to hear you hum, even if it's just one song. "* Tapping her temple Ramira mentally communicated her next choice words. _"Imitation is not my thing, but if it keeps you focused on what's ahead..."_ Tough her lips did not move a most haunting melancholy of a tune began to stir in the air at first barely an audible whisper that grew in intensity as the battle drew ever closer. To the living, it would likely bring dread hearts heavy from the burden of life, an inescapable tightness in one's throat. To Pyke and his men, it would be the opposite of a siren, a maddening song that teased them of what they could never have. Freedom. Life in undeath. It celebrated the passing between two realms and taunted those who could never leave the equilibrium of something in-between. For a song that carried no words, it had a visible effect on the weak-minded who resorted to shaking their head or trying to blink it away. As if death was escapable when it breathed down their necks... but it was a relief compared to facing the screeching horrors that were drowned out by death's final song. > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00b6,timestamp=2019-08-21T20:54:53.224+0000) > Spears and harpoons rained down upon them many missing but a few skewering survivors unfortunate enough to be in their path while Pyke's attempted to skewer others from the distance and drag them past the barrier to be torn apart by the awaiting monsters. For now, the mage maintained a professional distance but was quick to attempt to counter Pyke's tactic, the harpoons were met by blocks of ice manifested in a single thought. They weren't always fast enough, but enough to save a few souls and likely piss him off further. > [{quoted}](name=DemonDeceiver ,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00b7,timestamp=2019-08-28T19:09:35.970+0000) A few spear cracked against the now strong outer shell Atreyu had provided but did little to slow the steady momentum he had built, a caveat to this however they had become far more noticeable to the undead pirate a fact the creature realized but could only look to his other companions for assistance as he trudged forward like a man rushing through heavy snow. If you other two would be able to assist in this endeavor I'd be ever so grateful!" A few more spears snapping in vain against armor before he reached out with his thoughts. "I have little idea of what you're doing currently, but that blasted sea urchin is quickly becoming a harpoon shaped nuisance... Is there anything you could implore to slow him down??" A few muddled curses comically mixing in with the dialogue as the mummy "fought the tide" as it were. At the time Ramira was occupied defending the other little humans, a spear swooped in dead center at her head forcing her to jerk back and stop its momentum mid-air with just her hand, stopping just short of breaking her face instead of just the visor. Yet as it was yanked out a thick black fluid instead of blood leaked out, stoically saying nothing as she raised it throwing it back into the mist with all her might a pained death scream accompanying its end destination. Her fingers touched the broken visor, fist promptly clenching as she lowered her head masking her wounds. A mental comeback came that stabbed his mind back, unintentional but a necessity she felt. _"Let me think, let. me. think. There is simply too much at once happening, I can't move fast enough or return fire! THIS IS WORTHLESS,-"_ True to her word a harpoon flew by dangerously close, smashing through a woman's ribcage and promptly ending her life. It didn't matter how fast she countered, she was still just one..._ human._ Where she could the witch returned fire with icicles and blocks of ice, but it never seemed enough. If she fired and let down her guard a hook soon followed if she attempted to reposition she had to accept that they were packed like sardines Every move cost something, without a single opportunity to be gained. It was infuriating, but she would not give them the pleasure of panic. Not even being torn limb from limb would make her give up. She'd fight to the end and then fight the end itself until all that remained was oblivion.
rollz3 (NA)
: >**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Ramira >"If we're doing something then the time is now. You know what I would suggest, so I shan't repeat it. But unless we strike at the heart, this hydra will just grow another head..." **"Hard to do that unless we know where said Hydra is lurking."** The oiler pointed out. **"And without more ships to deal with the beasts in the water, we aren't going to last for long lest you can pull a fleet out of your ass with a crew to go with it."** Though a bit insulted at her accusation of using cave man tactics put a sour taste in his mouth. Getting another lecture from the Red Witch wasn't worth the argument leaving him to stew in his silence again but understood that saving their energy was essential given their meager supplies and man power they currently have available, not that he was exactly eager to fight within the mist let alone with such little room to maneuver. >Atreyu Jason nearly laughed at the thought of it after the crystal man voiced his concerns. **"Callers tolerate us but I wouldn't say many of them care and even fewer would shed a tear if this entire island returned to the sea."** He explained. **"Just so happens that they're stuck here with us and they don't like fighting out in the open but I hope is that they can put aside their differences long enough to deal with the main problem with us."** He continued before frowning. **"Not sure if it'll be enough though."** >New arrivals The souls within the mists drew closer and the visage of Pyke could be seen in the distance between the whipping waves of mist but notably he was flanked on either side by half a dozen emancipated figures. They were clearly humanoid by unbelievably thin and skeletal but the most obvious point of interest was their head. The eyes were completely absent and their jaws were completely void of teeth and stretched so low that it touched their sternums. Pyke raised his hands and the the creatures let out a eye splitting screech that could be heard even over the howls of the mists, making the living members almost impulsively cover their ears to stifle the noise. Those that were unable to soon found their ears bleeding or collapsing into a seizure before the wretched noise died down, then the calls of movement in the mists began to come from those who still stood and attack was imminent and they had a short time to prepare accordingly.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00b3,timestamp=2019-08-10T22:57:32.327+0000) > **"Hard to do that unless we know where said Hydra is lurking."** The oiler pointed out. **"And without more ships to deal with the beasts in the water, we aren't going to last for long lest you can pull a fleet out of your ass with a crew to go with it."** Though a bit insulted at her accusation of using cave man tactics put a sour taste in his mouth. > > Getting another lecture from the Red Witch wasn't worth the argument leaving him to stew in his silence again but understood that saving their energy was essential given their meager supplies and man power they currently have available, not that he was exactly eager to fight within the mist let alone with such little room to maneuver. Crossing arms Ramira let a small smile grace her lips "is this the part where you think I'll say destiny must be forced? Believe me, our fates are already set on that path." Now she looked to those wounded, they weren't close enough to the threshold nor were they in any shape to fight, most of them. A hunger had formed, it needed to be satiated but still too many eyes on them. But would any really care if a few nobodies died for the greater good of the group? The element of unpredictably these pirates possessed was equal only to their backstabbing. One thing was sure, she wouldn't allow the mist to steal valuable fresh souls. > The souls within the mists drew closer and the visage of Pyke could be seen in the distance between the whipping waves of mist but notably he was flanked on either side by half a dozen emancipated figures. They were clearly humanoid by unbelievably thin and skeletal but the most obvious point of interest was their head. The eyes were completely absent and their jaws were completely void of teeth and stretched so low that it touched their sternums. The confident poise of hers seemed on edge, on the lookout with a more guarded and quit motions. The mage seemed to anticipate something imminently approaching, as she conveniently fell in line behind the heavy hitters. It wasn't selfish to assure she was not the first to go, only logical. > Pyke raised his hands and the the creatures let out a eye splitting screech that could be heard even over the howls of the mists, making the living members almost impulsively cover their ears to stifle the noise. Those that were unable to soon found their ears bleeding or collapsing into a seizure before the wretched noise died down, then the calls of movement in the mists began to come from those who still stood and attack was imminent and they had a short time to prepare accordingly. It came like a hurricane, unfortunately, there was no real defence against the simplest form of mental torture but though her ears rang it was a futile effort at best, death was a muted experience. She found she'd quickly regret those words as the shrill noise seemed to pierce where the illusion stopped and the real her began. The temporay confusion made her fall to her knees with a vulnerable yell of pain hands tightly grasping the sides of the helmet. _"For unlife's sake."_ She thought, calming her spirit enough to realise the experience was a byproduct of this puppet suit. She was not human, never would be again. It was time to stop acting like it, thus scurried over to the wounded faking a desire to check on them especially one who's heartbeat drummed slowly, his breathing rusty and wheezing from overexertion. Yes... this one would do fine. Ramira looked up face to face, yet it seemed she was emotionally absent despite her concerned expression. Something about her eyes as he looked into them, they seemed to lack any lustre or passion. Just the cold embrace of death staring him down, he gasped as she put a hand on his stomach where a major wound had occurred the suture having ruptured and bandages if you could call them that had been wrapped sloppily around it. Laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood the man was undefended as all others had already retreated away. He gasped again, shivering from the sensation that overtook him. At first, he chalked it down to his wound, but what he saw when he looked down almost made him pass out from part sickness and part Ramira draining his very essence, where she pressed her hand it seemed to have attached on the flat side veins of what he thought blood stolen away. It wasn't easy to notice but he could feel the sensation of wrongness, a violation that made him want to scream through his lungs produced no sound. The man let out a final sigh his eyes rolling back as he slumped over with Ramira shaking her head, stepping back the witch allowed the mist to claim the man's flesh, it reached and grasped at first but soon enough it was consumed and pulled away. There was no regret. No guilt. Only mortal death was final, and it had a way to find the unworthy. And by all that was unholy, it made her truly alive. Now somewhat more ready to fight Ramira held out her right hand allowing it to turn frosty small bits of ice forming on the thick glove.
: https://i.imgur.com/1ZvjIto.png[] https://i.imgur.com/HTDdyhy.png[] Really wish he'd just give me a straight answer so I know if its over or not. Guess I'll just have to wait and see. Don't worry. **I'm not leaving yet.** I will be if it is confirmed that Jhin's face will be revealed, though. Jhin will never be the same to me if they reveal his face, so if they do that, I'm leaving and never coming back. Just wanted you all to have a heads up.
> [{quoted}](name=4 Step Cadence,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=JpojgwgP,comment-id=0087,timestamp=2019-08-08T19:37:54.917+0000) > > https://i.imgur.com/1ZvjIto.png[] > https://i.imgur.com/HTDdyhy.png[] > > Really wish he'd just give me a straight answer so I know if its over or not. > Guess I'll just have to wait and see. > > Don't worry. **I'm not leaving yet.** I will be if it is confirmed that Jhin's face will be revealed, though. Jhin will never be the same to me if they reveal his face, so if they do that, I'm leaving and never coming back. > > Just wanted you all to have a heads up. k
Aproxima (NA)
: Tsuki was so entranced by the mist that she didn't really understand she should be impressed and clap like the others when Leilani's presence parted the hazy wall before them. She didn't share the same problems with the red mage as she was still very much alive and her ailments were of a different kind. After their gathering was over, the Zaunite mage obediently followed everyone while listening to the mist and watching the strands. She shook her head a bit and stared at Ramira before nodding and forming thoughts into words *" Can you not see them? The strands of magic that come to the salt water? And their songs and screams, do you not hear them? They have been with us for a long time. "* The Bipolar Nightmare nodded once again and focused on her perception while Ramira was here and relayed what she sensed *" They screamed when you came back from the see, but now there's a different tone. Not like the hum before, it's like...a song. "* The young mage's speech was slowing down a little *" It's gentle and calming, it makes me want to sleep. I feel like mommy used to hum like that for me... but... "* She shuddered and returned to full awareness *" But there's more. A chill - deep and biting. "* Tsuki looked at Ramira again and after nodding to her instructions asked *" Should I try to see deeper? "*
> [{quoted}](name=Aproxima,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00af,timestamp=2019-07-31T09:02:38.173+0000) > After their gathering was over, the Zaunite mage obediently followed everyone while listening to the mist and watching the strands. She shook her head a bit and stared at Ramira before nodding and forming thoughts into words *" Can you not see them? The strands of magic that come to the salt water? And their songs and screams, do you not hear them? They have been with us for a long time. "* A wry smile met the mage, barely seen behind the helmet's glass. "A smart sorceress does not reveal all her tricks... but yes, bits and pieces. It is part of something bigger for us to anticipate." A mutter following that _"something to dread."_ > The Bipolar Nightmare nodded once again and focused on her perception while Ramira was here and relayed what she sensed *" They screamed when you came back from the see, but now there's a different tone. Not like the hum before, it's like...a song. "* The young mage's speech was slowing down a little *" It's gentle and calming, it makes me want to sleep. I feel like mommy used to hum like that for me... but... "* She shuddered and returned to full awareness *" But there's more. A chill - deep and biting. "* > Tsuki looked at Ramira again and after nodding to her instructions asked *" Should I try to see deeper? "* Looking away the red witch seemed bothered, but guarded her emotions well behind a facade. "I fear no one, it is not knowing them which bothers me. This imposed ignorance regarding our enemy fills me with pointless anger." As expected of Tsuki she trailed off pulling Ramira's attention with it. " As long as you do not expect _me_ to hum. I fear I only know one song, his is a melancholy ridden one." As to her question, Ramira leaned down to her level the familiar smugness of knows it all meeting her in a shining array of confidence. "Last time you nearly killed yourself along with me, before that you nearly levelled half of Bilgewater. So my answer is yes of course. Your gifts are destructive but attempting to temper your eagerness hasn't worked so far. Just try to keep up, hm?" With that said she rose to a more dignified position, leaving temporarily to pester the other two leaders of this merry gang. > [{quoted}](name=DemonDeceiver ,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00b0,timestamp=2019-08-01T02:00:23.079+0000) treyu was merely trudging forward with the group, waiting for whatever instruction the Driller may have for direction. Looking back at the red and dark mages with some curiosity remaining. "Are you fairing well enough in this environment..? I do hope the suit helps mediate some of your "Discomfort"... Not often im tailoring for someone such as yourself..." Much like a snake Ramira silently snuck up to his side, walking side by side whilst she responded tugging at the 'fabric' of the arm. "As far as designs go I appreciate your attempt. Perhaps I'll even keep it as a memento of this horrible quest." Eyes only slightly narrowed to Atreyu's remark this time though she quickly released those suspicions, her fingers drumming once on his shoulder each tap grossly cold still. _"you'll find the chill of the grave is not so... easily dismissed._" Quietly spoken, but a reminder. Looking him up and down she seemed to regard him as a piece of meat with fancy jewellery. "You are dangerously charming for a creature such as yourself. So I'll not torment you further, your suit is working admirably well my weary bones send their regards." >What exactly did you see down there..?-tAbLeToOlsR-Ricketing- Ive yet to see that expression across your features since our meeting, to be honest its unnerved me ever so slightly- Gggaesrtrec-t-tomy-BooOtcHED- She really did not need another case of insanity to add to the pile, it was best to answer and -maybe- slap his head straight. "Nothing. But I may have made a slight miscalculation, I first believed these masters of the dead hid somewhere far beyond Bilgewater, that was evidently not true. By trying to 'leave' we likely trod upon the bear's nest so to say. It means their influence is not limited to just the mist, they can likely see and hear almost anything, anywhere, meaning that our chances of rooting them out are slimmer by the minute." > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00b1,timestamp=2019-08-01T22:29:15.515+0000) > >Inside the wall >Atreyu >"So I suppose we're going top stroll our "happy" little selves right up to that urchin infested barmaid and ask for help..?" >"More or less the plan." Jason grumbled. "I'm hope'en that they'll be willing to put the pissing match aside long enough to help deal with whatever is doing this. Given that she has the most Callers they're our best shot but I haven't be up here in a few weeks so I don't know if that's accurate anymore." Ramira had ideas of who they were talking about, but their plan? If there was one... hmpf. They couldn't possibly hope to find sanctuary with the plank when they destroyed almost the entire red cap's base on a mission of diplomacy. "If we're doing something then the time is now. You know what I would suggest, so I shan't repeat it. But unless we strike at the heart, this hydra will just grow another head..." >He had no way of knowing how thick the wall was nor the state the rest of the city was and so far attempts to scout ahead have not been promising as the various items poked through the barrier were quickly swept away by perceived gale or in the case of metal and leather, surviving only a short amount of time before rotting/ rusting into uselessness. The prodding was quickly put to an end with Ramira stopping a makeshift spear with one hand just moments before it touched the mist. "Foolish childe, you cannot defeat this enemy with caveman tactics. Save your energies for the endgame." >while Ramira would be able to spot that the faint light of souls would occasionally blink in and out of the mists but more important she may spot one that is very familiar and approaching slowly and it was not alone. The mist repealing anything but petricite likely, which they had none to spare. If all solutions failed the mist might just be fooled long enough for her to slip away. But that wasn't the primary concern at the moment, no, there was a soul amongst the unworthy that was far too familiar and far too unkillable for her liking. There was but one indicator implying she expected the worst, as she fell back to Tsuki's side staring almost intently into the mist.
Aproxima (NA)
: Tsuki shuddered at the silent sound of the screaming strands only she could hear and yelped when Atreyu basically picked her off the ground. She nodded vigorously to the crystal man's clear message and soon let her feet fall to the ground so she could walk on her own. Or rather she had to force herself to walk instead of running away from the feeling that crept into her bones. This was truly a nightmare, so much so she barely noticed the people suffering from symptoms she was spared. The Zaunite mage tried to stick around Ramira, but through out the long journey kept on muttering to herself while tightly holding onto her corrupted arm. Those fours hours seemed to help Tsuki with putting her mind back together as she started making a little more sense and seemed to have loosened up a bit. The Bipolar Nightmare mumbled to herself upon truly seeing the mistwall *" I'm letting her take control... "* She rolled up her sleeve to reveal the long glove covering her thin arm. She very slowly and hesitantly started rolling the glove down, but stopped when she was called up. Tsuki made her way to the gathering of the mages with Jason even though she had little to contribute. Even as she stood with the others, the young mage continued to restlessly fidget around and touch her thin arm, which now had a small portion of her corruption showing up on her upper portion of her arm. Tsuki watched briefly Atreyu and Leilani, but really her attention was split between the mistwall and the sea behind them. Perhaps her more sensitive nature could tell her something about these things or at least the strands could scream a warning...
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00ae,timestamp=2019-07-25T04:56:24.664+0000) >Still in an attempt to stay in her good graces, or to at least avoid being on the receiving end of her wrath, brought an additional two bodies with himself but was the best he could do without rousing too much suspicion. Upon reaching the wall, he did is best to tie the wounded Red Caps and bodies Ramira and he brought along afterword he merely stood by nervously wringing his fingers and muttering to himself. "Good man." About as pleasant as poison those honeyed words left her, icy chill spreading through his shoulder from the weight of her gloved hand patting it. Despite the suit's heavy plating once again the mage had silently snuck up behind him a ghost that seemed to come back to haunt him every once in a while. "I don't expect these poor ones to live much longer." It -almost- came out as real sympathy from the tired woman's voice. Switching to mentally communicating with him as she came around on his right _"but if they do, be ready to cut their throats."_ Now in front of him, she placed three fingers under his chin, _"Or I will cut yours. Either they live, or your men do. Do we have an understanding?"_ Not bothering to let him follow up on that as she nonchalantly let go, the slightly smeared blood on his shoulder and chin adding something degenerate to his character, that she loved. > [{quoted}](name=Aproxima,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00ad,timestamp=2019-07-24T19:50:25.861+0000) > The Bipolar Nightmare mumbled to herself upon truly seeing the mistwall *" I'm letting her take control... "* She rolled up her sleeve to reveal the long glove covering her thin arm. She very slowly and hesitantly started rolling the glove down, but stopped when she was called up. Tsuki made her way to the gathering of the mages with Jason even though she had little to contribute. Even as she stood with the others, the young mage continued to restlessly fidget around and touch her thin arm, which now had a small portion of her corruption showing up on her upper portion of her arm. > > Tsuki watched briefly Atreyu and Leilani, but really her attention was split between the mistwall and the sea behind them. Perhaps her more sensitive nature could tell her something about these things or at least the strands could scream a warning... "What do you hear, girl?" Ramira who seemed to barely have noticed the mage tagging along adressed her directly, her gaze still swaying left and right in rightful paranoia at the mist wall whilst listening to the others. "Focus your mind on the task at hand, your visions may give us an appreciable upper hand." A mere 'hiss' from the mist made her sharply turn her upper body to face it, huffing at it being nothing so far. "Stay with us Tsuki, preferably behind Jason." Some things never changed, "understood?" to her own surprise, Ramira's hand rested on the young mage's shoulder. Well, until she took note of it and quickly withdrew it saying nothing merely scoffing through a long exhale. > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00ae,timestamp=2019-07-25T04:56:24.664+0000) Leilani continued to push forward through the mists and after about half a minute the wall closed behind the caravan, momentarily shrouding them in darkness aside from the glow if the runes. Jason and other flipped on some flood lights but not much could be seen past the swirling mists around them but from what they could tell they were in about a 50 foot long oval that was about 15 feet across, leaving just enough room to move around the side if necessary though not by much. The red witch couldn't do much but be prepared to somehow block out the mist in case their one safeguard fell, impressed nonetheless by Atreyu's work but whelmed by the limitations. If she had more power, an unrestricted source of arcane to feed on she could do more than these parlour tricks. But as jealous as she was Ramira did see the practicality in keeping_ li- lieu-?_ the modified human alive making sure to have an eye on him whilst making sure there was at least a few bodies around her. Destiny did not allow her to come this far to die.
rollz3 (NA)
: >**PLOT PROGRESSION** Jason knowing full well what undead were capable off, let alone the fate they would face should whatever those ghouls looking at them had in store, was in no mood to humor the mage's twisted delusions. **"Are you daft!? Can't you see theres- agh!"** The oiler winced and shuttered, raising a hand to his head and shook it furiously, stumbling behind Ramira grumbling something about a massive headache and stinging eyes. The entity was growing restless and angry at the constant intrusion into its domain, stealing its minions was a grave offense of disrespect that it had believed not human being would be brash enough to do. The concentrated focus it gave was blind and sheathing with rage that those simple in its gaze would suffer ill effects. Mages' gift of the arcane would prevent the ill effects of the more physical symptoms however their more mundane allies did not have such luxuries. ____ The golden eyes kept up their pace slowly closing in but before they could reach the two, they broke the surface of the water with a loud crash with Ramira appearing first and a loud cursing Jason following close behind. >Tsuki and Atreyu The heavily sweating Red Cap nearly jumped out of his skin at Atreyu and Tsuki's approach but gave a weak smile as he tried his best to block off the view of the alley way with his form. "I don't know what ya mean, plenty problems around if ya look for it." He chuckled nervously, trying his best to look unsuspicious and doing a rather piss poor job at it but before he could ask what the husk meant he winced as well and began to shake his head as a slow stream of blood oozed from his nose,eyes and mouth. This would be a reoccurring theme for all the survivors, excluding Atreyu, Tsuki and those within 30 ft of Leilani as a roar of pain and confusion arose from Bilgewater folk. Atreyu and Tsuki on the other hand would feel a string feeling of dread coupled with a strong urge to flee as if something large and dark was looming over them with Tsuki herself once again hearing the strands let out a loud, sharp scream seemingly to reach a higher pitch with the rising water. Shortly after they would see Ramira and Jason emerge from the water, not physically injured though their body language would make it obvious that what transpired beneath the sea did not go well. The oiler would approach Atreyu, panting and griped his shoulder tightly. **"We have to go _now._"** He said firmly and the distinct tone of near panic in his voice with the crystal mage getting but a small glimpse of bloodshot and bleeding eyes within the dark helmet. Jason not waiting for a response would begin to loudly order people to move, which many seemed to comply with after the mysterious bout of pain and bleeding. within minutes the survivors began to move towards the mist wall it the hope that Jason and the mages had a plan to breach it and get them to safety. Before they left though, should any choose to look back to the rising water would see hundreds of glowing gold eyes staring back at them. Ever inching forward but remaining refusing to leave their watery home. >Mistwall Travel was long and arduous, having to drag hundreds of pounds of equipment made if difficult to transport even on a slight incline but after a few hours they reached it. A large spanning wall of grayish, swirling mist with the faint sounds of gunfire coming from within. Keen eyes could have spotted the slight flicker of a dark figure moving within but it would be hard to tell if it was real or simple an illusion of the ever changing substance. The rising water was still a few dozen meters behind allowing the group to get a breather for the time tho tensions were still notable high and many were unsure of the plausibility of actually making it through. Leilani would be kept to the side and away from the bulk of survivors curtsy of Raoul with Jason standing nearby and waving over the three mages. The oiler would look between the three and rub his now exposed face, wiping off some of the dried blood on his maw and let out a sigh. **"Well this is the moment of truth, not saying I like the plan but trying to go through with suits would take to long......not even sure they'd be able to take whatever this shit is made of."** He would finally turn to Atreyu and nod at the still mutter Leilani. **"You think this is gonna work? No second chances if it blows up in our face."**
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00ab,timestamp=2019-07-18T04:23:00.657+0000) > The golden eyes kept up their pace slowly closing in but before they could reach the two, they broke the surface of the water with a loud crash with Ramira appearing first and a loud cursing Jason following close behind. Back to step one, another horrible day rising on the horizon- it was enough to wake the iron revenant from his grave. Barely having clunkily gotten out of the water she didn't quite stop even to check on Jason, it was possible he had already lost his mind going by his comments. > Shortly after they would see Ramira and Jason emerge from the water, not physically injured though their body language would make it obvious that what transpired beneath the sea did not go well. The oiler would approach Atreyu, panting and griped his shoulder tightly. **"We have to go _now._"** He said firmly and the distinct tone of near panic in his voice with the crystal mage getting but a small glimpse of bloodshot and bleeding eyes within the dark helmet. **"Out of my way!"** Ramira stomped forward physically smacking a daft pirate out of the way, cracking one of his ribs (not that she cared) from the force. Even stuck in self-preservation mode she felt the sheer terror in everyone's minds, idiots, all of them standing around like headless ghosts. If she had to suffer them further then hopefully they might toss themselves into the mist and spare her the trouble. > Jason not waiting for a response would begin to loudly order people to move, which many seemed to comply with after the mysterious bout of pain and bleeding. within minutes the survivors began to move towards the mist wall it the hope that Jason and the mages had a plan to breach it and get them to safety. > > Before they left though, should any choose to look back to the rising water would see hundreds of glowing gold eyes staring back at them. Ever inching forward but remaining refusing to leave their watery home. The mage didn't need to bother gazing back to feel the sheer depravity of a hundred souls staring at their supposed prey. But that wasn't the main concern, she required sustenance, all of these events happened so quickly that her bones felt like they were close to cracking from sheer exhaustion but yet she pressed on. Grabbing corpses would have been a bit too on the nose so the witch resorted to carrying a few severely wounded survivors two on her shoulder and two more under her arm, only 4 but 4 souls not turned into enemies. > Travel was long and arduous, having to drag hundreds of pounds of equipment made if difficult to transport even on a slight incline but after a few hours they reached it. A large spanning wall of grayish, swirling mist with the faint sounds of gunfire coming from within. Keen eyes could have spotted the slight flicker of a dark figure moving within but it would be hard to tell if it was real or simple an illusion of the ever changing substance. > The rising water was still a few dozen meters behind allowing the group to get a breather for the time tho tensions were still notable high and many were unsure of the plausibility of actually making it through. Leilani would be kept to the side and away from the bulk of survivors curtsy of Raoul with Jason standing nearby and waving over the three mages. If her uncanny strength had not given her away then surely her being _ahead_ of most whilst carrying four people were sure to raise eyebrows... or a noble intention. Either way, the mist wall blocked their passage at the end which resulted in the mage not so gently putting them down her suit covered in equal parts blood and choice seaweed. Having been called she joined their sides to discuss what's next. > The oiler would look between the three and rub his now exposed face, wiping off some of the dried blood on his maw and let out a sigh. **"Well this is the moment of truth, not saying I like the plan but trying to go through with suits would take to long......not even sure they'd be able to take whatever this shit is made of."** He would finally turn to Atreyu and nod at the still mutter Leilani. **"You think this is gonna work? No second chances if it blows up in our face."** For a second she forgets the life-threatening situation, fumbling with getting off the suit before giving up with an uneasy sigh as Jason spoke. "I won't accept death so easily." Leaving the ominous behind she continued. "Not even I can protect us long against the mist. So get moving. Chop-chop." > [{quoted}](name=DemonDeceiver ,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00ac,timestamp=2019-07-23T23:52:43.627+0000) >The effect was subtle at first but before long the surrounding folk should notice a warmth spreading outward from two, more specifically the larger leather masked one, a slow wave that became more apparent as it grew in intensity; quickly reaching its apex when the husk placed his clawed hand on Leilan's upper torso and sent visible pulse of energy into the man's sternum. >With hand now only resting on the former red cap's shoulder from behind, the crystal man began to walk with him steadily toward the mist wall. Mumbling something quietly to himself or the scarred individual in front, gently letting go as the mist was becoming too close for whatever self preservation the Husk had remaining would allow. Didn't have to wait long, the repulsive feel of warmth trying to wrap itself around a shell of cold and death a losing struggle at best. _"You are not leaving me here to die."_ She stated mentally to him, though her presence was but an echo from before. Perhaps her way of trying to let him focus... moving after the two Ramira raised her gloved hands, the tips of them glowing slightly green underneath. If she put her remaining strength to it she could -maybe- raise a barrier of sorts too, in theory, hold back any hungry spirits. The other outcome would be her popping much like a balloon from overextending.
rollz3 (NA)
: >**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Ramira The spirits seemed to stir slightly at her touch though their minds were still rather frayed did reform slightly with the increased focus. The spirits shuddered at the renewed feeling and power coursing through them, their memories of their former lives have long sense faded but warmth was a new and welcome one they had not felt in a very long time. The spirits did not resist and they were absorbed by the lich, or were far past the point of caring as their memories flowed into her revealing all they knew. ___ Much like when Ramira invaded the mind of Pyke she saw more old scenes of the undead spying on the living or scenes of black water but the scenes shuttered and warped as if the spirits themselves were trying to show her something. A familiar scene showed before her a city of lights beneath the ocean that had the same heavy presence that attacked her in the ethereal plane the night prior but she could tell that it was not as deep in the ocean as she may have initially suspected but the swirling black shapes of shrouded monsters would be clear that going in without a plan would be a nearly suicidal task. The structure despite the power it wielded, didn't appear to give off much magical energy and was likely masking its aura to avoid detection. Making it difficult, but not impossible to track though such efforts would likely not go unnoticed and would take time to find an exact location. ____ When Ramira snapped back to reality, she would be greeted with Jason shaking her arm furiously and nearly yelling at her. **"We have to go!"** He hissed, as a series of golden eyes appeared in the distance and getting closer by the second. Icy cold water rushed passed them as the sea levels began to rise slowly once more, it'd be in the best interest of the two and others on the surface to leave the area as soon as possible. >Atreyu and Tsuki By now everything has been prepped for travel and were now just waiting for the other two to return to the surface but the sudden silence of the city had begun to unnerve them as that was usually a tell tale sign the dead were near but if that were the case they would have attacked by now. Somewhere debating to simply just leave without the others but Raoul swiftly cut those ideas short, after making sure the totem man hadn't been moved. Though Atreyu would notice that Ramira's favorite Red Cap and lingering nearby and glancing at the water expectantly while Tsuki would quickly notice the stench of fresh corpses coming from the alley way behind him as well as the mana strands from the droplets connecting solely with the body of sea water down the incline, and if they were especially observant would see said body of water slowly creeping up and a near indiscernible rate.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00a8,timestamp=2019-07-11T03:21:03.137+0000) > Much like when Ramira invaded the mind of Pyke she saw more old scenes of the undead spying on the living or scenes of black water but the scenes shuttered and warped as if the spirits themselves were trying to show her something. A familiar scene showed before her a city of lights beneath the ocean that had the same heavy presence that attacked her in the ethereal plane the night prior but she could tell that it was not as deep in the ocean as she may have initially suspected but the swirling black shapes of shrouded monsters would be clear that going in without a plan would be a nearly suicidal task. _**Yes. YES.**_ The lich thought to herself, **_Give me everything."_ her mind flooded by a series of images, a city that shone a haunting bright light on the mystery. But where was it? Who inhabited this place, the dead? Who were their masters, she needed much more. But pressing too hard when the details were in front of her was foolish, who could these shrouded shadows hide now? Undead typically cared not much for subtlety not counting a certain dark lord. One thing was clear, she had tasted a wealth of knowledge and intended on drowning herself in it. > The structure despite the power it wielded, didn't appear to give off much magical energy and was likely masking its aura to avoid detection. Making it difficult, but not impossible to track though such efforts would likely not go unnoticed and would take time to find an exact location. > When Ramira snapped back to reality, she would be greeted with Jason shaking her arm furiously and nearly yelling at her. **"We have to go!"** He hissed, as a series of golden eyes appeared in the distance and getting closer by the second. Icy cold water rushed passed them as the sea levels began to rise slowly once more, it'd be in the best interest of the two and others on the surface to leave the area as soon as possible. Darkness spread in her mind, like... oily tendrils of darkness touching her mind. A warning perhaps? Whatever the cause she snapped out of it to see a most alerted Jason, but where her cynicism would have told him off her instincts made her listen. "No, I refuse to abandon everything for the risk of being caught. Steel yourself miner, or lose your wits in these depths." About to pull her arm free when her mind was assaulted, no, merely touched by something far beyond comprehension, a thousand eyes that seemed to pierce every mental defence she had in an instant. Never... had she tasted such terror even in _his_ service. The water rose around them, a physical presence staring from far away. Turning heel the witch began the arduous process of going back without so much as a word of further objection, seeming shell shocked if that was possible for such a callous being.
rollz3 (NA)
: >**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Ramira **"You and I have very different views on what counts has a good idea."** He answered gruffly though despite his instinct telling him something was very off, he remained though his slow pacing across the submerged street would be quite noticeable. **"and if ya haven't noticed the _mist_ isn't exactly something I enjoy being around."** He continued but by then his companion had already begun her silent conversation with the unseen spirits, leaving him more or less alone under 30 ft of water. ___ The spirits in question didn't react spectacularly but none the less drifted closer as if pulled by an ocean current until they were but a few feet from the lich, even in her weakened state such a status isn't so easily ignored. The bulbous yellow eyes stared around waywardly and without direction but it was these tainted souls had been corrupted for a long time compared to the Weights and Drowned, have long shed their flesh once their soul could no longer bond with their mortal coil either through the stress of the spell or a failure in the process. Now forgotten and left to drift in the darkness of the sea. "Dark...cold." They moaned, their spectral heads struggling to stay in any position. "Left to rot....beneath the sea.....can't feel its embrace." "Alone....." The spirits seemed to have a fractured mind and would require some effort to get them to focus as they bounced from one disjointed topic to the other. >Atreyu and Tsuki Twenty minutes of pulling out crates, bags and other items left a sizable pile in the street but there was still things the survivors were bringing out. Some grumbling about such menial labor though most were happy to have something to take their mind off the distant screams and gloom even if just for a short time. Raoul for the most part kept tabs on Atreyu's pet project also gave an occasional glance at Tsuki to honor Jason's request but other wise was too preoccupied giving orders to the others. As per usual they also gave the two mages a wide berth which was only furthered by Tsuki's open confession of wanting to eat human flesh and viewed her the same way they would had someone ran through the street naked while yelling and screaming. Regardless, talk of traveling quickly became a popular subject and many were unsure where they were going exactly as the lower levels had been completely submerged and the soul stealing mist higher up. Many well aware that there were not enough suits to save protect them from the mists should it return, some trusted that the mages and their 'leader' had something to get them out of this but others remained from from convinced and were far from shy about confessing such doubts.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00a6,timestamp=2019-07-03T05:06:11.833+0000) > The spirits in question didn't react spectacularly but none the less drifted closer as if pulled by an ocean current until they were but a few feet from the lich, even in her weakened state such a status isn't so easily ignored. The bulbous yellow eyes stared around waywardly and without direction but it was these tainted souls had been corrupted for a long time compared to the Weights and Drowned, have long shed their flesh once their soul could no longer bond with their mortal coil either through the stress of the spell or a failure in the process. Now forgotten and left to drift in the darkness of the sea. > > "Dark...cold." They moaned, their spectral heads struggling to stay in any position. "Left to rot....beneath the sea.....can't feel its embrace." > > "Alone....." > > The spirits seemed to have a fractured mind and would require some effort to get them to focus as they bounced from one disjointed topic to the other. _"A sad fate, I sympathise." _ Holding her hand out it would have passed through them had she been mortal but instead it stopped caressing its face stabilizing its troubled mind for a brief moment. A tease, taste, of true immortality unbound by masters and a faulty form, holding out her other hand she wasn't shy to do the same with the second spirit to garner their attention. _"In another life perhaps you would have been greater, but now you are mere pathetic reflections of true undeath."_ _"You can float in these abandoned waters forever until you fade into a tortured echo... or you can bind yourself to me. The price is everything, all that you know is mine to know."_ Ramira's hands glowed an eery green giving them yet another feel of what they could be, for the first in a long time they would remember something beyond the choking cold ocean, a lover their passion perhaps. All faded but so terribly close to grasping. All they would need to do is let down their guard for a brief moment and it would be over. _For them at least._
rollz3 (NA)
: >**PLOT PROGRESSION** ((Sorry for the late reply, got caught up with things)) >Ramira Jason only partially heard Ramira's message in his mind and merely put if off as ramblings of a mage in light of Atreyu's recent workings prior and kept looking for anything of note in the murk but didn't find much that was salvageable let alone worth hauling back. That changed when he felt a pressure on his shoulder and looked to see the Red Mage staring down the incline into the darkness and pointing. Once again, he didn't see anything let alone movement. He could have guessed she was lying but she already took the fun out of that one, still it was probably in his best interest to humor her. **"If you think its a good idea..."** He said unconvinced. **"Then we'll go deeper."** ____ Traveling even further down into the water, the blue lights and whispering became more pronounced to Ramira in the form of near incomprehensible gibberish. After another 50 feet Jason stopped in his tracks and shook his head. **"Somethin feels off, somethin dead."** He muttered looking around suspiciously. For Ramira, who could see the shades not but 10 feet away, human sized and shaped, colored in blue with bulbous gold eyes. she could tell that these spirits were once human but have been heavily corrupted to a point that to the uneducated individual they'd be unrecognizable. Still for the moment they didn't appear to be aware of the two's presence or at least pretended not to. >Atreyu and Tsuki Raoul raised an eyebrow at Atreyu's claim and had the distinct feeling he was full of shit, but making a scene was not going to change that let alone get the survivors prepped for travel if there is a riot, the man simply nodded at the warning and didn't press it further figuring if the boss was cool with it it couldn't be _that_ bad. While also keeping track of the slumped over man and getting the other survivors to begin moving supplies out of the bar and into the street and was more then enough stuff for both Tsuki and Atreyu to have their fair share of work to put in. Most of the survivors kept their distance from the two mages as they found their presences unnerving but didn't say anything outwardly, or at the very least not within ear shot of them. Raoul, meanwhile, kept a close eye on Tsuki and Leilani while doing his best to keep the others in line during the transition.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00a4,timestamp=2019-06-24T22:01:11.316+0000) > Once again, he didn't see anything let alone movement. He could have guessed she was lying but she already took the fun out of that one, still it was probably in his best interest to humor her. **"If you think its a good idea..."** He said unconvinced. **"Then we'll go deeper."** _"It's not a good idea, its the best idea."_ While the pressure had a lighter effect on her she wasn't invulnerable to being crushed horrible, what worried her was Jason's resolve it remained to be seen if would hold at what was coming up. > Traveling even further down into the water, the blue lights and whispering became more pronounced to Ramira in the form of near incomprehensible gibberish. After another 50 feet Jason stopped in his tracks and shook his head. **"Somethin feels off, somethin dead."** He muttered looking around suspiciously. For Ramira, who could see the shades not but 10 feet away, human sized and shaped, colored in blue with bulbous gold eyes. she could tell that these spirits were once human but have been heavily corrupted to a point that to the uneducated individual they'd be unrecognizable. Still for the moment they didn't appear to be aware of the two's presence or at least pretended not to. _"Husssh,"_ though the action was inherently condescending it seemed she genuinely asked him in the nicest voice she could manage while her head turned in different directions observing something unseen. _"It's merely the mist do not lose your nerve."_ But the voices remained frustratingly incoherent something that pushed her to pursue and uncover. _After all dirty secrets desperately desired to be spoken. Ironic maybe._ She didn't stop but slowed down dramatically at the appearance of another presence that soon showed itself, one... two... maybe more. Instinctively guarding her thoughts she picked up speed standing maybe 10 meters or so away from them mentally communicating with them. _"You aren't lost, are you little ones?"_ Taunting them with a sickly sweet voice. _"Come closer."_ Leaving her mind open again for terrible presences.
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MqOltwbY,comment-id=00a800010000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-16T13:53:49.854+0000) > > The mask seemed to contort to their emotional state, a slight crinkle appearing where the eyebrows would be in response to his prodding. But it simply looked down at him unresponsive to his investigation. The texture was not unlike scale or chainmail, harsh and beaten these feet were clearly used to both heat, walking, and everything in between. But although they looked ruined there was no _real_ injury or impairment, not that he could see anyways. Dirtied... Rough and beaten. Signs of numerous steps taking, harsh environments, and clearly adjusted towards the heat from Shurima if he could guess correctly. Introducing her to new environments must have been tricky considering her natural adjustments and resistances, so bringing her to a cold area would most likely hinder her, or at the very least cause some sort of indifference. Did the Void provide resistances? Bare feet, strong and calloused, were still simply feet. > Its hand seemed to twitch occasionally on its own, maybe a form of spasm. Though it didn't response it rumbled out a grunt from its throat, their accent seeming to be something between a highborn and a simple person who didn't waste many breaths on politeness and all that. > > It might as well have been a statue that occasionally spoke, though it seemed more because of it trying to let him analyze in peace. "Amputation is an option if you require a tissue sample." Casually telling him cutting off its limbs was a 'non-issue'. "If you can unmake me, I will accept it. Void spreading throughout Runeterra is unacceptable. “Nonsense. If that was a possible solution, believe me, the Void wouldn’t be as dangerous as it is. Amputation would simply rid you of an arm, a limb, something you require. Not to mention, I have no idea how your body might react to having a limb sliced off. The Void, as you said, spreads. I have to cut the Void from the source, or at the very least, try and cut you away from it. I’ve already devised a few solutions, and the only answer I might have is something akin to treating a poisonous bite. Sometimes, you need a bigger poison.” He paused for a few brief moments to see if the woman understood what he had said. “Get bitten by a snake, and sometimes you use another venom to counter the snake’s. You need to combat what the Void is with something just as, if not, stronger. Then it is but a battle of luck.” > It looked down at his hand pressed to its chest, typically just touching an ascended without permission was a death sentence but Nubodo truly did not care. The ascended were dead and scattered to the wind, imposing these traditions upon normal born a waste of time. "You will be." On cue, it moved its left hand into a pocket under its robe coins clinking together along with other small trinkets it held them out in a fist. Her right hand splayed open she cut a line in it with a nail, a wet squishy sound followed blood leaking from her palm to rest on it in a pool, shaping it into an organic scalpel with no effort on its part. Grossly the object seemed to 'breathe' as if it was alive to some extent. > > Smashing together her hands the priceless objects melded with the scalpel, a humming sound of dark magic echoing from her hands. When she finally opened them hands now cupped laid the same scalpel but imbued with gems alongside its now golden handle, yet it seemed to gleam even _sharper_. "A token for your service." Holding it out for him to take. The gems alone had to be worth 50 gold a piece, the metal itself... well, only could hardly put a price on the merging of organic matter with steel and rich resources. "With this, no other may claim your services, you are bound to Nubodo Vantu of Smith caste, master forger, flesh craft expert." Taking a gentle bow she looked at him expectantly, presumably to follow the motion the mask carrying a judging expression of sorts for a fleeting moment. Hmmm... She had other abilities from what she could do. Was this magic or simply Shurima techniques? The scalpel was nothing impressive, but watching as blood melded with a simple weapon along with mere trinkets and jewels. The product was something quite unique, something made from organic matter to material resources... Nothing he would pawn off, but instead ripe for study and research. Leaning out, he took the jeweled scalpel from her palms and examined it throughly. Rubbing his fingers across the handle to the small blade ahead, gently prodding and pressing before giving the tall woman a nod. “Master Forger, Flesh Crafter... Then consider me under your employ for the time being. As of now, we must attempt to bring you to my laboratory when I can. For now, I’ll have to take samples. Provide me with some of your blood, and if possible, attempt to filter out the Void and any unique blood apart from your human. I need separate vials to take in the blood for proper examination, and hopefully to study these further.” > With all said and done Nubodo began to answer his question, but not before putting up another demand. "You may take me to a sanctum of your choice as we discuss, I will forge you the tools to carve my flesh. Your steel is insufficient. I am not human." Shaking its head at the last part, falling into thought to answer his harder questions. "Void is contained to my right hand, I bound its influence within this shackle of my own craft. It is not enough." Omniously put it trailed off to the next question. “My sanctum lies in Zaun, or my main laboratory, so I cannot conduct anything concrete within Ionia. As majestic and beautiful as the sights are, these people are basically the epitome of hippies. Honestly, it’s annoying dealing with all this jumbo jumbo and random topics of the spirits and magic. I just wish we had something that wasn’t so heavily reliant on magic or of the like. As for tools... You will provide me with the tools that I shall list at a later date.” He paused for a few seconds and stared at her hand. “You’re positive that the Void is bound to simply the hand?” > "I am timeless, I breathe but do not require use of all my organs. Only a force equal or greater to me can unmake this form. I am not human." It repeated, seemingly hitting a conversation dead block before it explained. "I was born of human form, I transcended those limits many cycles ago. Void influence took root at the end of our holy crusade against Void. I dreamt. I woke. I... was lost. Now my purpose has returned." > > Throughout all of it, the creature remained stoic but there was something pained, strained in its voice when it spoke of the war.t “Timeless... Immortal? Well, immortal, but not invulnerable, yes? I assume you’re someone who could live for... possibly forever, barring possible deaths. However, if your organs are indeed not functioning then this is indeed a difficult task. However, you were human... At some point you transcended? Does that mean... you’re one of those... Ascendant? Ascendant being? You were corrupted by the Void during such a stage, yes?” That complicated things further... Trying to create something of an anti-venom or something stronger was a tough choice. Trying to come up with something for what was almost a greater being combined with the Void? He needed serious and mythical materials to even think of compensating for that. “I need something that can overpower this... I need base materials and then a catalyst.”
> [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MqOltwbY,comment-id=00a8000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-16T23:08:50.439+0000) > “Nonsense. If that was a possible solution, believe me, the Void wouldn’t be as dangerous as it is. Amputation would simply rid you of an arm, a limb, something you require. Not to mention, I have no idea how your body might react to having a limb sliced off. The Void, as you said, spreads. I have to cut the Void from the source, or at the very least, try and cut you away from it. I’ve already devised a few solutions, and the only answer I might have is something akin to treating a poisonous bite. Sometimes, you need a bigger poison.” He paused for a few brief moments to see if the woman understood what he had said. "True, priest." Stoically spoken in response but it seemed only more interested as he went on, nodding along occasionally. "One does not simply unmake ascended, you will find the task nearly impossible but I have faith in you, despite your human limitations. It is, after all, humanity that created the sacred icons of Shurima." What it meant was the sun discs, vague but not on purpose. it simply assumed that he could decipher its meaning. > “Master Forger, Flesh Crafter... Then consider me under your employ for the time being. As of now, we must attempt to bring you to my laboratory when I can. For now, I’ll have to take samples. Provide me with some of your blood, and if possible, attempt to filter out the Void and any unique blood apart from your human. I need separate vials to take in the blood for proper examination, and hopefully to study these further.” It raised a hand in response to correcting him. "Nubodo is enough. Titles... are for another time and place. I will protect you in our travels, blood will be easy to draw as we travel but I advise caution, Void is highly corrupting not to mention a possibility of madness." Clearly not one to waste breaths most of the time. > “My sanctum lies in Zaun, or my main laboratory, so I cannot conduct anything concrete within Ionia. As majestic and beautiful as the sights are, these people are basically the epitome of hippies. Honestly, it’s annoying dealing with all this jumbo jumbo and random topics of the spirits and magic. I just wish we had something that wasn’t so heavily reliant on magic or of the like. As for tools... You will provide me with the tools that I shall list at a later date.” He paused for a few seconds and stared at her hand. “You’re positive that the Void is bound to simply the hand?” Head cocked at the word 'hippe' his newfound contractor assumed it was slang for something terrible. "Yes. I can hear its whispers but is influence cannot spread... for now." > “Timeless... Immortal? Well, immortal, but not invulnerable, yes? I assume you’re someone who could live for... possibly forever, barring possible deaths. However, if your organs are indeed not functioning then this is indeed a difficult task. However, you were human... At some point you transcended? Does that mean... you’re one of those... Ascendant? Ascendant being? You were corrupted by the Void during such a stage, yes?” That complicated things further... Trying to create something of an anti-venom or something stronger was a tough choice. Trying to come up with something for what was almost a greater being combined with the Void? > > He needed serious and mythical materials to even think of compensating for that. > > “I need something that can overpower this... I need base materials and then a catalyst.” "I cannot say, for no Ascended has died of age in my time... but there are legends of those who have succumbed to age after service. I fell during the first Void war of my time. You will have the resources I can find and provide." Holding up her hands she seemed to start crafting something, likely to busy herself and end any attempts at further conversation. A smith's work was never done she found. "We should leave then, our productivity will only suffer in these... green lands."
rollz3 (NA)
: >**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Atreyu Raoul moved over to check on Atreyu, who had already fitted the mask and part of the make shift clothing onto his 'patient' at this point, Jason didn't specify what exactly went on and his curiosity was peeked though he regularly checked over his shoulder to make sure no one was entering too soon given that the notable glow coming from the semi-conscious man on the table made it clear that whatever happened to the poor bastard was not natural. He attempted to lift the mask but halted when he saw Atreyu sign 'It's bad' which made Raoul raise his eye brows in shock that he knew how ti understand that and likely understood the silent conversation he had with Jason not a few moments prior. The fellow native rubbed the back oh his head with an uncertain frown unsure what to make of it and felt it was probably best he didn't pry right now. "You can't be serious on taking this guy outside?" He whispered quickly after Leilani nearly face planted onto the floor below, making Raoul quickly help Atreyu maneuver the groggy thrall. He cursed some more, wishing the mage would have put him elsewhere but chances are if they weren't able to overseer it someone else would find it and probably cause a number of issues that he and the boss would best like to avoid for now. "If ya don't mind me sayin, this is a very stupid idea." He grumbled helping Atreyu take the man outside. attention was quickly gathered though, given the rampant intoxication that occurs in Bilgewater, many brushed it off as Leilani had a hard bout of drinking inside the bar and bite off more then he could chew. Though a few looked on with suspicion and curious survivors would no doubt take the opportunity life his mask if left alone, Raoul led them over to wall across the street and made Leilani sit down and turned to Atreyu. "I'll keep an eye on him, you help the others get the supplies out of the bar and into the street." He glanced over at Tsuki before looking back at Atreyu. "And keep an tabs on that girl as well, boss has been actin funny about her all day." he gave an frown, pointed at Tsuki, tapped his thumbs and index fingers together twice, pointed up with his left index finger making a clockwise motion then finally putting four fingers on his lips before lowering it to about chest height. _'She do something bad?'_ >Tsuki Tsuki would find there was various food stuffs being served at the various camps, mostly salted meat and gruel if she was willing to brave the survivors camp for a meal though the look the gave her was more then evident that they were suspicious if not out right afraid of her and most who were near tried to get further away if possible. The exception would be Raoul and Ramira's Red Cap servant who was nearby though the former would appear far more chatting then the latter who appeared to be seconds away from running away in a blind panic given his tense body language and incessant sweating. >Ramira The Red Cap stiffened at the voice of Ramira entered his mind once again, he had a number of questions as to what purpose that was for but the tone was more then clear she was not in the mood for such trivialities and set to work to moving as many bodies as possible from a nearby pile in an alley way without no one noticing, which wasn't too difficult as many were being rounded up to being moving supplies out of the bar. ___ Jason looked over at her lazily and shrugged. **"If the water was whispering it sure isn't now."** He grunted. **"But I suppose not getting our toes wet is an option here, can't say I'm exactly sure what can be waiting for us down there."** He continued scratching his chin. **"Long as we don't go too deep we should be alight......I think."** The oiler faked shock at her refusal to go in first and put on his helmet which let out a hiss as it pressurized with a sharp turn as it locked in place. **"He I thought you were gonna waltz in like you own the place."** He chuckled and moved over to help put her helmet on, and a second later her only view to the outside world was through a oval sized port hole inside a dark stuffy suit. A number of loud metal clicks could be heard as the helmet connected with the suit and he reached around to turn a dial on the air tanks, which wouldn't do anything for Ramira due to her nature and doubled checked that the boots, gloves and helmet were firmly attacked. Finally he gave the thumbs up in front of the port hole and with rivet gun in hand descended into the murk. ____ When they entered the water it was pitch black and the faint bite of cold could be felt as the sea water rushed over their heads. The flood lights from their helmets flicked on given them a cone of light that extended about thirty feet in front of them, with Jason looking around for any obvious threats but besides now flooded buildings there was no signs of enemies lurking in the shadows. _"You see anything?"_ He asked Ramira in his mind. _"If there was something whispering it sure as hell ain't here now."_ This statement would quickly prove to be incorrect. Ramira's connection to undeath would let her sense that undead were most certainly here, just not corporeal as the distinct tingle of corrupted magical residue lingered in the water and if she was observant she would see a faint blue light deeper down the submerged road along with a faint whispering that only she seemed to be able to see and hear.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00a1,timestamp=2019-06-15T22:56:34.972+0000) > A number of loud metal clicks could be heard as the helmet connected with the suit and he reached around to turn a dial on the air tanks, which wouldn't do anything for Ramira due to her nature and doubled checked that the boots, gloves and helmet were firmly attacked. Finally he gave the thumbs up in front of the port hole and with rivet gun in hand descended into the murk. It was definitely something being trapped in a man can, woefully unprepared for once the mage's stature slacked the porthole giving an acknowledging bob back at him. She waited for a little while to see if he was instantly devoured by hungry spirits but seeing as violent trashing did not disturb the surface of water it seemed okay to enter. Lumbering down the second figure was soon submerged beneath its dark waters... > When they entered the water it was pitch black and the faint bite of cold could be felt as the sea water rushed over their heads. The flood lights from their helmets flicked on given them a cone of light that extended about thirty feet in front of them, with Jason looking around for any obvious threats but besides now flooded buildings there was no signs of enemies lurking in the shadows. Her vision strained to make sense of what laid ahead, holding her hand out she made a fist a small wisp of light forming in it releasing it in front of her the small inanimate object set out into the depths. If anything was lurking out of sight at least they would die warned. > _"You see anything?"_ He asked Ramira in his mind. _"If there was something whispering it sure as hell ain't here now."_ > > This statement would quickly prove to be incorrect. > > Ramira's connection to undeath would let her sense that undead were most certainly here, just not corporeal as the distinct tingle of corrupted magical residue lingered in the water and if she was observant she would see a faint blue light deeper down the submerged road along with a faint whispering that only she seemed to be able to see and hear. Ignored at first the mage focused her natural... abilities on what they do best, unravelling the truth from unknown. It tasted bad, a sign of what to come but her eyes locked on a peculiar source of light that made her bones freeze from foresight. _"Yes... it may be worth investigating."_ Her mental communication seemed to be part absent, obviously focused on something beyond his vision. Intimately familiar with manipulations she wasn't afraid to listen in, they were too vague to interpret but she could guess. There was no chance another random source of power lured so close to Bilgewater, it had to be the work of whoever pulled the strings. This _was_ a source of frustration, a mastermind manipulator never concerned herself with those beneath her, but these particular creatures were an offence. But very well. It was time to start pulling apart their little manipulations at the seams. Unnaturally quick she was at Jason's side, hand laid on his shoulder to stop him temporarily. _"There."_ Pointing towards where the blue light manifested. _"I saw movement. It is likely they are guarding something, perhaps something generating these unnatural mists. It cannot just manifest with a snap of one's fingers, this is the work of a dark power after all. It's worth moving closer to see what we are dealing with."_ Lying to his face was half the fun. Now she opened her mind to these whispers, releasing her mental blocks one after one to tempt and provoke.
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MqOltwbY,comment-id=00a8000100000000,timestamp=2019-06-13T01:58:29.629+0000) > > Then he spoke, exhaling Nubodo seemed disappointed as if she was expecting more. But perhaps this little human still had a purpose in this design, taking a step forward she spoke rather softly than expected the words rumbling around as it echoed out from the metal case. "Perhaps. You are of priest caste. You may prove useful in this quest of mine." Short and to the point yet vague as if still deciding what approach to take. Dr. Tetro paused for a few brief moments to take into account on what the occupant had said. Priest caste... If he remembered right from his studies, then they mistook him for one of those ancient types that dwelled within... magic, correct? He wasn’t exactly sure, but he did know his attire was taken after by them, even his lab coat. However, from the way they spoke, it seemed that this one was most likely, possibly at least, from Shurima. Now, what were they doing so far away from their habitat? > Frustratingly the creature's form remained a point of mystery, her feet blackened, worn from presumably heavy use ending in an almost claw-like shape, either way, they didn't seem _too_ sharp. The creature didn't take any precautions nor attempted to hide anything, eerily still until he took a peek at her right hand, this made them look down and up at him holding their hand up for him to see. Unlike her left hand who seemed 'normal' by human standards, this one was more in tune with a larger sized malformed claw. The veins under the skin pulsing purple from time to time. Bizarrely a shackle and metal casing had been seared to the very flesh of the hand except for the fingers ending at her wrist. Nothing... It was disappointing, frustrating really. Dr. Tetro was a man of curiosity, of science, and especially studies. Where there was nothing to see, all he could do was constantly make assumptions. From how they spoke, it almost sounded... feminine, at least with the way that tomb of a helmet provided for them. Their feet, black as ash, were strange, so he bent down and attempted to drag his bandaged fingers across them to take in their texture and feeling. When he rose up, it seemed they offered up their hand for him to see as well. “Hm... Extraordinary... Your body seems to have mutated, but unlike one caused by chemicals or magic, this is... something else,” chemicals had a sign, and Magic was... magic. You could tell what was scientific and what was just plain hogwash. > "I am beyond mortal possessions, priest." Came to the response, head perking up at the mention of the last two. "Then you are of the priest caste." It said with a firmly driven fate. "We have much to do, you are not of the old ones... but that is irrelevant. Look," it stated, drawing attention to the clawed hand once more with a glance at it. "Void infests my flesh, plagues my veins. It is spreading. I am not capable of drawing its corruption out, my abilities are limited to flesh crafting." Truly, a new type of being? He didn’t bother correcting them, he doubt that she would even listen anyways, but it seemed they were someone with the Void... The Void?! His individual eye widened in surprise at the fact that the being before him was plagued by the Void, yet this one was saying it was still spreading?! How were they even still human! What made them... them?! He was practically salivating beneath the bandages, but he drew to a stop. “I’d simply be delighted to take a chance at this, but understand that severing you from the Void is... far more complicated then it seems. It’s more than just amputation, but something within your blood, your being, your spirit at this point. Quite frankly, I’d have to take in multiple practices, possible aids, and something likely to kill you to separate you.” > Stepping even close the distance between the two close to uncomfortable. "You will serve and be rewarded, understand, priest. There is little choice in this matter, you have been called to serve Shurima once more. Dr. Tetro didn’t seem bothered by the distance, but he did raise a hand and pressed it to their chest. It was a sign to stop right where they were and pause. “As long as I am properly compensated, then I shall do just that. Now, tell me when this began. Are you human? Is the Void restricted to certain parts of your body? Do your internal organs function? Do you still breathe? Are you like any other human? We’re you human to begin with? I need details, good sir. Details.”
> [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MqOltwbY,comment-id=00a80001000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-13T02:29:29.730+0000) > Nothing... It was disappointing, frustrating really. Dr. Tetro was a man of curiosity, of science, and especially studies. Where there was nothing to see, all he could do was constantly make assumptions. From how they spoke, it almost sounded... feminine, at least with the way that tomb of a helmet provided for them. Their feet, black as ash, were strange, so he bent down and attempted to drag his bandaged fingers across them to take in their texture and feeling. The mask seemed to contort to their emotional state, a slight crinkle appearing where the eyebrows would be in response to his prodding. But it simply looked down at him unresponsive to his investigation. The texture was not unlike scale or chainmail, harsh and beaten these feet were clearly used to both heat, walking, and everything in between. But although they looked ruined there was no _real_ injury or impairment, not that he could see anyways. >When he rose up, it seemed they offered up their hand for him to see as well. “Hm... Extraordinary... Your body seems to have mutated, but unlike one caused by chemicals or magic, this is... something else,” chemicals had a sign, and Magic was... magic. You could tell what was scientific and what was just plain hogwash. Its hand seemed to twitch occasionally on its own, maybe a form of spasm. Though it didn't response it rumbled out a grunt from its throat, their accent seeming to be something between a highborn and a simple person who didn't waste many breaths on politeness and all that. > Truly, a new type of being? He didn’t bother correcting them, he doubt that she would even listen anyways, but it seemed they were someone with the Void... The Void?! His individual eye widened in surprise at the fact that the being before him was plagued by the Void, yet this one was saying it was still spreading?! How were they even still human! What made them... them?! He was practically salivating beneath the bandages, but he drew to a stop. “I’d simply be delighted to take a chance at this, but understand that severing you from the Void is... far more complicated then it seems. It’s more than just amputation, but something within your blood, your being, your spirit at this point. Quite frankly, I’d have to take in multiple practices, possible aids, and something likely to kill you to separate you.” It might as well have been a statue that occasionally spoke, though it seemed more because of it trying to let him analyze in peace. "Amputation is an option if you require a tissue sample." Casually telling him cutting off its limbs was a 'non-issue'. "If you can unmake me, I will accept it. Void spreading throughout Runeterra is unacceptable." > Dr. Tetro didn’t seem bothered by the distance, but he did raise a hand and pressed it to their chest. It was a sign to stop right where they were and pause. “As long as I am properly compensated, then I shall do just that. It looked down at his hand pressed to its chest, typically just touching an ascended without permission was a death sentence but Nubodo truly did not care. The ascended were dead and scattered to the wind, imposing these traditions upon normal born a waste of time. "You will be." On cue, it moved its left hand into a pocket under its robe coins clinking together along with other small trinkets it held them out in a fist. Her right hand splayed open she cut a line in it with a nail, a wet squishy sound followed blood leaking from her palm to rest on it in a pool, shaping it into an organic scalpel with no effort on its part. Grossly the object seemed to 'breathe' as if it was alive to some extent. Smashing together her hands the priceless objects melded with the scalpel, a humming sound of dark magic echoing from her hands. When she finally opened them hands now cupped laid the same scalpel but imbued with gems alongside its now golden handle, yet it seemed to gleam even _sharper_. "A token for your service." Holding it out for him to take. The gems alone had to be worth 50 gold a piece, the metal itself... well, only could hardly put a price on the merging of organic matter with steel and rich resources. "With this, no other may claim your services, you are bound to Nubodo Vantu of Smith caste, master forger, flesh craft expert." Taking a gentle bow she looked at him expectantly, presumably to follow the motion the mask carrying a judging expression of sorts for a fleeting moment. >Now, tell me when this began. Are you human? Is the Void restricted to certain parts of your body? Do your internal organs function? Do you still breathe? Are you like any other human? We’re you human to begin with? I need details, good sir. Details.” With all said and done Nubodo began to answer his question, but not before putting up another demand. "You may take me to a sanctum of your choice as we discuss, I will forge you the tools to carve my flesh. Your steel is insufficient. I am not human." Shaking its head at the last part, falling into thought to answer his harder questions. "Void is contained to my right hand, I bound its influence within this shackle of my own craft. It is not enough." Omniously put it trailed off to the next question. "I am timeless, I breathe but do not require use of all my organs. Only a force equal or greater to me can unmake this form. I am not human." It repeated, seemingly hitting a conversation dead block before it explained. "I was born of human form, I transcended those limits many cycles ago. Void influence took root at the end of our holy crusade against Void. I dreamt. I woke. I... was lost. Now my purpose has returned." Throughout all of it, the creature remained stoic but there was something pained, strained in its voice when it spoke of the war.
Aproxima (NA)
: Tsuki seemed most delighted after relieving herself. However on her way back she at random intervals started bumping into things. After a while of feeling her face she moved onto poking her various other body parts, before an unconscious man on the bar caught her attention. The Bipolar Nightmare somehow managed to wobble her way over to the lad. It almost looked like at times she didn't know how to move her legs or the rest of her body for that matter if her strange movements were any indication. She leaned above the man and with tilted head started observing him. In time as she started at the modified body, drool started spilling from her mouth and began dripping on the poor man. The Zaunite even bared her teeth and opened her mouth several times as if practicing biting. Fortunately she managed to hold herself back. The Night Witch eventually noticed the stares that came her way and turned around to find them. When she saw the 'audience', Tsuki enthusiastically waved her hand at them and give them a wide grin, saliva dripping off her chin as she forgot to swallow. The young mage suddenly shook herself and sucked in the drool, wiping it from her face afterwards. A dumb vacant expression filled her face once more as she headed out to meet the crew.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=009e,timestamp=2019-06-09T04:11:45.890+0000) Throughout all of it, Ramira suited up leaving any remaining conversation open whilst figuring it all out. >"Oh yes this is just lovely, I'm so glad that now anyone can hear my thoughts. Fuckin mages...." He grumbled in his mind before he blanched realizing the others could hear it now as well. "Gonna stand by what I said." Though the glare he gave her it regards to the near dangerous levels of smugness pouring out of her form. "Charming and humble as ever." Ramira maintained a positively professional facade looking away unknowingly at his thoughts, nearly pouting at his next come up if she wasn't busy soaking in her truly deserved admiration. Truly the dream... >Finally having finished in the basement, Jason and ,most likely the others, would finally return upstairs just in time to witness her drooling over the unconscious rune man which made Jason call out loudly. "EY! NO SHOO SHOO!" He ordered as he tried to pull off a weighted boot to throw at Tsuki but fortunately she had already decided to not find out what his sweetbreads tasted like and turned her attention to those outside. Not one to stay silent for long the red mage was quick to offer advice on the finer mechanics of transferring thoughts, even being as gracious to give a quick lesson in how to mentally block out others. Upstairs again the likely one-sided conversation turned into half agape startle of a mental loss as to how to take in Tsuki _alive_ trying to devour some boot... or human, the difference between the two things astonishing small. Would it be too much to throw her arm at Tsuki? "Hrm, go. I have two bussiness to take care of." Already leaving Jason's side approaching Tsuki at a rapid pace probably stomping a bit with her suit's steps. > [{quoted}](name=Aproxima,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=009d,timestamp=2019-06-08T21:23:24.634+0000) Before some horribly cutesy reunion could be held Ramira grabbed Tsuki by the shoulders face to face, immediately giving her a rap across the face to wake her up. "Stop fooling around." Sternly put whilst she leaned in staring into the whites of her eyes hissing out through clenched teeth. _"Not. A. word."_ In regards to their conversation, a gross paranoia spreading through her being. Yet she ended it with a pat on the young mage's head, already leaving. "It's good to have a mage back at our side." Said in the dust of her steps. > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=009e,timestamp=2019-06-09T04:11:45.890+0000) >Ramira's Red Cap associate could be seen leaning up against the door way near the bar entrance trying to mind his own business but not matter what he always seemed to be sweating professedly while Raoul was organizing others to get he supplies packed up. The mage didn't say much, merely asserting her position with a tap against her temple meeting the man's worried look with an obnoxiously confident smirk. _"Gather as many of the dead in the market as you can before the mist returns, but do not burn the bodies just yet. We'll need to burn as many as we can in one go."_ >Jason would then wait by the water's edge, placing his helmet onto his suit and securing it. waiting patient for Ramira to approach so they could being their investigation into the 'whispering water' "How dreadfully dull." Kicking a left behind piece of 'coal' from the fire wick into the water Ramira crossed her arms, somewhat, she couldn't quite get the motion right with the bulk of the suit. "No." Disregarding any motion to go first into treacherous water. He would have to admit at least subconsciously he had more experience in this matter.
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MqOltwbY,comment-id=00a80001,timestamp=2019-06-12T23:51:25.189+0000) > Nubodu And it seemed something, or someone, had come to interrupt what was precious time upon his studies. Bringing himself to stand, the man, who realized he was a couple of inches shorter to the other, looked up to the figure whose shadow had obscured the blooming flower before him which seemed to almost shrivel briefly, but he paid it little mind. This figure before him was tall, strange, and he could not discern their gender either... He would make a good guess that they were male though judging by the size, but the robes could also be used to obscure, as well as that foreign mask. The only tall females he had ever bore witness to were from the Freljord, a rather dangerous and drunk bunch, but needles seemed to solve everything with those brutes. “Yes, did you need something?” Despite one eye being the only visible being of his skin, pale and somewhat scarred around the corners, he was unnaturally observant. His eye looked over the person’s being, from feet, to legs, to body, torso, arms, and trying to spot anything that might discern their figure to him. If their hands were visible, he might try and give them a quick glance to see if there was anything... abnormal there, but otherwise, he stared up at them with a simple glance. “You’re not attempting to rob me of my possessions, yes? I’ve met no bandits as of late, but I assume that’s because they naturally steer clear of Zaunites. Then again, that’s counter productive to them... They’d probably want to slice my innards and hang me somewhere. However, there is also the chance they might wish for enhancements or drugs, but I possess none... Yet, technically speaking physical enhancements are difficult without the use of chem-tech, but far too useless...” He prattled on and on, and it seemed this scientist was far from worried.
> [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MqOltwbY,comment-id=00a800010000,timestamp=2019-06-13T00:12:36.254+0000) > > Nubodu > > And it seemed something, or someone, had come to interrupt what was precious time upon his studies. Bringing himself to stand, the man, who realized he was a couple of inches shorter to the other, looked up to the figure whose shadow had obscured the blooming flower before him which seemed to almost shrivel briefly, but he paid it little mind. This figure before him was tall, strange, and he could not discern their gender either... The slits in the mask blinked in response, the stranger seeming to try figuring him out. What she saw was a puzzle, everything was a puzzle made to be put together. A sudden short gasp interrupted the silence, his features were... impossible to tell but perhaps he was after all that she was looking for. Undeniably Shuriman wears of the old caste, not exactly from her time but the design was eerily familiar all the same. But typically one would subscribe these robes to fallen, his bandages were used for the wrong purpose. Many a hero had been buried with similar honours. > He would make a good guess that they were male though judging by the size, but the robes could also be used to obscure, as well as that foreign mask. The only tall females he had ever bore witness to were from the Freljord, a rather dangerous and drunk bunch, but needles seemed to solve everything with those brutes. “Yes, did you need something?” Then he spoke, exhaling Nubodo seemed disappointed as if she was expecting more. But perhaps this little human still had a purpose in this design, taking a step forward she spoke rather softly than expected the words rumbling around as it echoed out from the metal case. "Perhaps. You are of priest caste. You may prove useful in this quest of mine." Short and to the point yet vague as if still deciding what approach to take. > Despite one eye being the only visible being of his skin, pale and somewhat scarred around the corners, he was unnaturally observant. His eye looked over the person’s being, from feet, to legs, to body, torso, arms, and trying to spot anything that might discern their figure to him. If their hands were visible, he might try and give them a quick glance to see if there was anything... abnormal there, but otherwise, he stared up at them with a simple glance. Frustratingly the creature's form remained a point of mystery, her feet blackened, worn from presumably heavy use ending in an almost claw-like shape, either way, they didn't seem _too_ sharp. The creature didn't take any precautions nor attempted to hide anything, eerily still until he took a peek at her right hand, this made them look down and up at him holding their hand up for him to see. Unlike her left hand who seemed 'normal' by human standards, this one was more in tune with a larger sized malformed claw. The veins under the skin pulsing purple from time to time. Bizarrely a shackle and metal casing had been seared to the very flesh of the hand except for the fingers ending at her wrist. > “You’re not attempting to rob me of my possessions, yes? I’ve met no bandits as of late, but I assume that’s because they naturally steer clear of Zaunites. Then again, that’s counter productive to them... They’d probably want to slice my innards and hang me somewhere. However, there is also the chance they might wish for enhancements or drugs, but I possess none... Yet, technically speaking physical enhancements are difficult without the use of chem-tech, but far too useless...” He prattled on and on, and it seemed this scientist was far from worried. "I am beyond mortal possessions, priest." Came to the response, head perking up at the mention of the last two. "Then you are of the priest caste." It said with a firmly driven fate. "We have much to do, you are not of the old ones... but that is irrelevant. Look," it stated, drawing attention to the clawed hand once more with a glance at it. "Void infests my flesh, plagues my veins. It is spreading. I am not capable of drawing its corruption out, my abilities are limited to flesh crafting." Stepping even close the distance between the two close to uncomfortable. "You will serve and be rewarded, understand, priest. There is little choice in this matter, you have been called to serve Shurima once more."
: Shon-Xan... Truly one of Ionia’s most fauna related environments, if [Tetro](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aFG7HaqEV7FoNrhqlz1_rzslqRCW4lUxJmw3JaVaFU8) was being quite honest with himself. Over the course of years, he strayed away from Ionia ever since one of his earliest batches of chemicals went wrong. Did he feel guilty over the amount of lives lost? No, no he did not. In his opinion, the Vastayans were like rabbits. The more they mate, the more they may repopulated, but he had no real understanding of their concept. He had a book on them from an author, but he had not gone and read it just yet. For now, this scientist was currently walking across the terrain, exploring the boundless flora available for him to pick up and examine. Hands bandaged as always, along with most of his upper body and face, he was practically safe from any real possible poisons... Lest they were airborne, but he should survive long enough to concoct a temporary cure, or something until finding the nearest settlement. The people of Ionia were... wary of his kind, but they didn’t seem to hate him. After all, he had the stones to walk around, and logically speaking, he didn’t wanna cause harm, so he was fine. “Let’s see if one of you have something to offer me... A new toxin? A possible antidote? Paralysis? Disease? You all must have something special to you,” he mumbled to himself, grasping at each of the flowers and prodding. Now was not the time for plucking, but for samples. He had no real laboratory equipment besides his usual ensemble, his weapons, and a simple magnifying glass along with a few free vials. For now, this lab coat wearing individual was going about his night without issue. He didn’t see beauty either... He just saw another day, another time for research, but he would admit... Violet would love this place. Shaking such treacherous thoughts aside, he scoffed. “Focus, man. Focus. Research and work is available till you must return... Let us see... Not poisonous, but possibly magical? Anything else?”
> [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=MqOltwbY,comment-id=00a8,timestamp=2019-06-12T22:08:17.504+0000) > The people of Ionia were... wary of his kind, but they didn’t seem to hate him. After all, he had the stones to walk around, and logically speaking, he didn’t wanna cause harm, so he was fine. “Let’s see if one of you have something to offer me... A new toxin? A possible antidote? Paralysis? Disease? You all must have something special to you,” he mumbled to himself, grasping at each of the flowers and prodding. > > Now was not the time for plucking, but for samples. He had no real laboratory equipment besides his usual ensemble, his weapons, and a simple magnifying glass along with a few free vials. For now, this lab coat wearing individual was going about his night without issue. He didn’t see beauty either... He just saw another day, another time for research, but he would admit... > > Violet would love this place. > > Shaking such treacherous thoughts aside, he scoffed. “Focus, man. Focus. Research and work is available till you must return... Let us see... Not poisonous, but possibly magical? Anything else?” [Nubodu Vantu](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yNcSj0Gdljdo7DvZRqT1hmiY301yu9YPwJBDjNscbHQ/edit?usp=sharing) had entered these lands sometime before Tetro a few days at most, in search of another being rumoured to wander the first lands. But what she found only increased frustration at the situation, these lands did not sit well with a Void afflicted creature passing through them often finding herself tripping on roots or inexplicable natural barricades meant to delay. She empathised with them, but could not turn back partly due to Ascended pride but most importantly to find a cure. Only Ascended or creatures of high intelligence could hope to solve, burn out Void influence. Perhaps the fabled Starchild? It was not easy to gather information, Nubodo wasn't a people person, to begin with, a towering 6'8 stature and ashen skin helping little. If anything she looked slightly artificial as a byproduct of ascension, rail-thin it seemed impossible her lithe body could support its heavy-handed looking appearance. To ease uncanny emotions, she had crafted a metal mask to cover her inhuman features, baggy robes covering most of her being. So lost in thought she barely noticed the language of men close by, more precisely in front of her. Silent, graceful despite appearances he likely hadn't noticed her approach yet but probably would, seeing as her shadow cast in his way. For now, this strange creature observed his work, a smithy was her choice of equipment, but this language of alchemy spoke to the art of crafting of flesh. Perhaps...
: The Betrayed Gaurdian of Shurima
Another battle of epic proportions had been let loose upon the earth, but the enemy could not hope to measure up to its opponent that towered over them in purpose, in strength. Soon after silence befell the battlefield and as Aatrox drank from their vitae a lone [figure](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yNcSj0Gdljdo7DvZRqT1hmiY301yu9YPwJBDjNscbHQ/edit?usp=sharing) had been observing in the distance, graceful and nearly as tall as him but rail thin as if malnourished. It stood upon the hill, did not speak nor made any motion to flee, merely observing as it seemed. It was apparent they wanted to be seen, for the rich Demacian forest had no shortage of hiding spots. There was something undeniably inhuman about them, standing at a height above any human. When Aatrox finally took notice of them it seemed startled for a moment, staggering back but standing its ground it started to remove the mask revealing what [laid beneath.](https://i.imgur.com/a8O7lI6.jpg?1) It was a cruel mirror that stared back at him but its flesh seemed stained by a ashen colour differing the two from each other, stoic but with a heavy heart, its eyes sunken in a depressed manner. What it mouthed out read _another ascended?_ or something similar the shock on its part surpassing any Aatrox might have. But that same burning desire to meet fellow kin is also what stayed its feet, its eyes carefully observing his... rotten form that seemed false to its purpose.
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-26T20:31:34.680+0000) > > Being that he was small, to begin with, a proper clap sent him flying to the floor shouting out some curse in fluent Bilgewater native tongue rubbing his face the dazed Bosse tried to rose but found himself outmanoeuvred real fast. But why was she... almost in tears? He didn't get that, didn't have any chance to anyways as he covered his face in anticipation. **"EVERYONE IS MURDERING EACH OTHER IN THIS STUPID HARBOR HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW!"** Stressing out his words with a high pitched voice. **"It's a compliment laddie! C-o-m... well you get the point!!** > > Coughing himself short of breath until she hopped off Bosse had something akin to a panic attack, though he didn't _know_ what that was. Though he was more than happy to get off the floor, even if it was by her hand mostly. **"Never... asked for charity."** Gasping for quickly heated breaths the pirate grunted in vain anger at having his favoured plague suit ripped. **"Not my fault, not really my problem. Vendettas are kinda our M.O."** Getting the point that he should shut up when he felt her nails press against the shoddy cloth. > > He seemed to be regarding his options carefully, eyes darting his nose crinkling in thought the gun not giving him all that much time to think clearly. **"You do get that if I give up Gangplank's mates they are gonna hang my ass on a hook at the harbour? Still, I suppose it beats hanging with the low dogs around here.** Shielding himself from the flick this time he crossed his arms, not unlike a petulant child. **"Point taken."** > > He didn't like this whole superiority thing but followed suit, getting down on his knees. **"I get it, chip on your shoulder men are bad. I ain't about to die for my pride."** Cringing from the gun still pointed at him, head bowed if only to escape that fact. **"No. Not really. I'm a doctor but I'm still a grunt. I try not to swim with sharks with my ass hanging out if you get me." ** > > Without hesitation he looked up, blurting out. **"Does it matter?"** His eyes widening a second after realizing what he just implied. **"W-wait not like that, I DON'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT MISSUS"** kneeling he lowered his head and promptly raised his hands in prayer. **"Fuckfuckfuck I don't wanna die, please... mercy"** He begged out loud, hands trembling. Her natural instinct led her to strike the man for his remark, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Fortune had a cold-heart, but this didn't mean that she was incapable of showing mercy. Nonetheless, She was surprised by the man suddenly pleading for his life. She scoffed, "I won't kill you." She pressed off of him, and stood to her feet. "You're lucky I believe that your statements hold an ounce of sincerity." She walked over to her desk, leaving the man to pick himself off the floor. "Whether what you say is genuine or not, I can tell that you're not stupid .. You know exactly what you're doing." She picked up a piece of bread, which lied on a plate sitting on top of her desk. Sarah bit into the bread as she began to munch on the bread, crumbs escaping from her mouth and falling onto the floor. "Tch .." She said carelessly, as the crumbs hit the floor. "I'm done fighting with you .. you heard what I said." She flipped her hair to the side, as she kicked her legs up. "What even was it that your originally set up this meeting between us for ..? An alliance ..? Let me think .." She began to tap a finger against her temple as she struggled to recall his request. "Oh .. It's exactly as I stated . An .. "alliance" . You wanted to "switch sides" .. yes ..?" Fortune continued to tap her finger against her temple, as she shoved what remained of the bread into her mouth. She chewed up the bread, breaking it down so that she could swallow it down. She fixated her gaze onto him. "You also want pay .. for your medical expertise .." She chuckled. "I said I believed you were sincere, it doesn't mean that I fully trust you." She smirked. "I have another idea .. Okay, I might have been going a little over board when I asked you to invade Gangplank's old zones and destroy his belongings . However, you have no excuse as to why you should pass this one up." She clenched her hand into a fast as she began to smirk at him even more maniacally. "You want to work for me ..? You can follow in my footsteps, the ship I blew up killed Gangplank and his flagship. You don't have to get up, close, and personal with anyone to launch an explosion on a ship .. no one even has to know it was you. Be quick and quiet, and get in and out. It's quite simple actually and this is my last offer. You should take time to logically think this out before giving your final answer. It will ultimately decide your fate." Fortune snickered, as if she was taunting him.
> [{quoted}](name=Ásk Míss Fórtúné,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-05T02:31:40.144+0000) > > Her natural instinct led her to strike the man for his remark, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Fortune had a cold-heart, but this didn't mean that she was incapable of showing mercy. Nonetheless, She was surprised by the man suddenly pleading for his life. She scoffed, "I won't kill you." She pressed off of him, and stood to her feet. "You're lucky I believe that your statements hold an ounce of sincerity." She walked over to her desk, leaving the man to pick himself off the floor. "Whether what you say is genuine or not, I can tell that you're not stupid .. You know exactly what you're doing." She picked up a piece of bread, which lied on a plate sitting on top of her desk. **"I do have a license in medicine if that counts."**He didn't bother getting up more than sitting upright, head bumped against wall. **"Just happy to live another day in our fun little town lady."** > She fixated her gaze onto him. "You also want pay .. for your medical expertise .." She chuckled. "I said I believed you were sincere, it doesn't mean that I fully trust you." She smirked. "I have another idea .. Okay, I might have been going a little over board when I asked you to invade Gangplank's old zones and destroy his belongings . However, you have no excuse as to why you should pass this one up." She clenched her hand into a fast as she began to smirk at him even more maniacally. "You want to work for me ..? You can follow in my footsteps, the ship I blew up killed Gangplank and his flagship. You don't have to get up, close, and personal with anyone to launch an explosion on a ship .. no one even has to know it was you. Be quick and quiet, and get in and out. It's quite simple actually and this is my last offer. You should take time to logically think this out before giving your final answer. It will ultimately decide your fate." Fortune snickered, as if she was taunting him. **"Well gods damn."** Rubbing his neck the doc seemed hard at work processing the idea of following in her steps, was a bit more radical than selling out some poor fish. **"Suppose I could get the job done but its still balls to the walls crazy if you ask me! Not that you particularly about that part."** Getting up on his feet Boose went for his pockets pulling out a handmade smoke and a match, setting it on fire with a swift drag against his steel-tipped mask. **"Well I would expect to get paid after patching up a poor SOB."** Leaning back he lifted his head allowing him to properly push up the mask slightly, to get his fix in. Blowing out a large gross cloud promptly after. **"Gonna need some time to stew on this. Tell you what, if you need me help as a doc send a whisper down the vines, I'm sure your boys can find me."** **"Other than that I don't think we'll get much further today. Call it a day?"** He asked as he staggered over to the pirate hunter, taking another drag before offering what was left of the sizable cigar. **"I like your spirit but I honestly think you might string me up by the privates for staring at your chest. Or worse."** He quipped, erupting in a coughing fit the smoke billowing under his mask.
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: >**Plot Progression** >Ramira Jason wasn't the brightest person to trace the living but even he could tell there was a notable shift in the Red Witch's mannerisms, he expected some snarky, ego filled tongue lashing but instead was given a distant and pained has if something unpleasant crawled its way into her brain. Let alone figure out what he said to have caused that though for once since he spoke to her there seemed to be humanity and sincerity in her voice, which again he found odd but one look on her face made it clear that pressing the matter was not a good idea or appropriate. **"You can go."** He answered, though he was more then aware that it was a formality and she was going to do what she needed regardless of his input and if Atreyu attempted he go after her, he would be greeted by a firm grip on his shoulder and a shaking of the driller's head as a sign to let her be, though it wouldn't likely be an issue as the Husk had a common tic of being solely absorbed into whatever task he has set within the mage's demented but brilliant mind. >Atreyu Jason remained stationary,only moving at Atreyu's command if necessary to make the process more seamless and easy. Though he did raise an eyebrow as Atreyu removed some of the cables from the drill, it probably wouldn't effect its functionality though he wasn't sure what purpose it had besides giving him some more flexibility. The grease monkeys on the rig would've had a fit due to a higher chance of his arm getting wrenched off from the spinning though he'd have to remove more then three quarters for that to become a notable danger and the owner of said suit would have told him so long before that was reached. >** "I know them well enough... Had dinner long ago with a member of the family and I swear...!"** >**"Apologies... Those folk aren't exactly my taste, would die if you even breathed labor their way.."** **"I imagine being a Zaunite you have a bone to pick with them."** He questioned lightly. the hostility in the husk's voice not lost time him. **"Can't say I'm fond of most blue bloods myself."** Jason let out a low grunt as he felt slight pinch from the re-closed wiring before he continued, though he was a bit peeved that the Zaunite was cutting chunks out of his suit which for the moment didn't severely compromise the integrity. **"That I agree with you on, hard to fit in high society when you got that air of 'commoner' around even more so when your a 'filth covered pirate'."** He grumbled, half turning to Atreyu with a smirk. **"Sure your current appearance doesn't make it much easier for ya, ay?"** When the Husk began fiddling with the tanks and wires, Jason was mostly in the dark being unable to turn around without messing all of Atreyu's work up in the process so he sat in silence for a time with only the sound of clipping, dipping and taping to fill the idle time but took the time to study the wire mesh now on the exterior of his suit, which didn't really get accomplished given his position and the fact it looked like a bunch of scribbles quickly made the oiler give up the task. >**"My family was in a similar vein of work."** >**""Now this is impractical... Lets give you a bit more vision shall we..?"** **"If you don't mind me asking."** Jason began, moving his arms slightly to help relieve some of the new tightness on his arms. **"How did you end up lookin like you do now, I'd say you blew yourself up but you don't really come off as the kind of person to do something like that by accident."** But even as he got that out Atreyu was already on his next project, in this case his helmet. Making the oiler give a dejected sigh and returned to his spot on the barrel. In a way he was impressed by the mage's ingenuity especially in regards to the helmet, the idea for more port holes has been tossed around but ultimately they took the helmet that'd let the user go deeper over giving more vision, still it shouldn't be too much of an issue if he didn't go past a hundred or so meters. That said he gave an impressed look at the addition of a light in the left hand and made a note to give any of the engineer's still alive a talking too about _why_ they didn't do that to begin with. After the alteration where done, Jason rose from his seat and stretched trying to get comfortable in the recently tightened suit, tugging at the collar, stretching his arms and legs and flexing his fingers. Overall from the look on his face he seemed to like the changes. **"I prefer my old suit, but I gotta say some pretty good work you managed to pull off here with just some random crap we had lying around."** Before Atreyu could say anything he raised a gloved finger and spoke again. **"But it's missing one thing."** He rooted through the tools and pulled out a small chisel and began working on a section of free metal on the left wrist, it took a couple of minutes before he set the tool aside and held up his fist showing the back which now had the [Zaun crest ](https://ih1.redbubble.net/image.540888993.9102/raf,750x1000,075,t,101010:01c5ca27c6.jpg) and the letters A.C. the below it. **"Atreyu Customs."** He grinned with a chuckle, pointing at A and C respectively. **"Hard work deserves to be remembered ay?"** He continued, giving the husk a pat on the back. >Atreyu and Ramira >**"Ahhhh, much better... If you could go ahead and "energize" for us..? "** He gave a confused look at Atreyu and down at his hand, his attention only briefly shifting when Ramira returned and judging by the look on Atreyu's face he was concerned if he was about to explode. **"Alright....give me a moment."** Jason reached over and refitted the tanks into the suit but seemed a bit higher up then usual, that was until the oiler reached around and tugged downward sharply and a pair of dull 'thunks' were heard and the man himself gritting his teeth in pain. For a brief moment, all the man's veins shined a bright blue before quickly fading as he let out a small breath of air. He looked between Ramira and Atreyu one more time, raising his left fist once more which began to glow a bright blue. >Tsuki The Red Caps and survivors outside were growing more antsy, or more accurately stir crazy, with each passing moment. They still had no word of what the plan was or where they were going along with the every growing fear that the undead would return to finish the job. Many wanted to consult Jason and the mages about it but with the rumors spreading of the terrible power the mages in his presence wield they were reluctant to demand answers just yet out of fear of angering them. Still for a time being they were passive though the repeated looks they gave in Tsuki's direction made it clear that she was currently a hot subject of discussion amoung the locals.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=009b,timestamp=2019-06-01T08:17:04.363+0000) > He rooted through the tools and pulled out a small chisel and began working on a section of free metal on the left wrist, it took a couple of minutes before he set the tool aside and held up his fist showing the back which now had the [Zaun crest > ](https://ih1.redbubble.net/image.540888993.9102/raf,750x1000,075,t,101010:01c5ca27c6.jpg) and the letters A.C. the below it. **"Atreyu Customs."** He grinned with a chuckle, pointing at A and C respectively. **"Hard work deserves to be remembered ay?"** He continued, giving the husk a pat on the back. **"A worthy addition I agree."** Moving her hands behind her back Ramira reminded herself that patience was a virtue... so was the occasional playful comment, though the urgency couldn't be denied in spite of that. > He gave a confused look at Atreyu and down at his hand, his attention only briefly shifting when Ramira returned and judging by the look on Atreyu's face he was concerned if he was about to explode. **"Alright....give me a moment."** Jason reached over and refitted the tanks into the suit but seemed a bit higher up then usual, that was until the oiler reached around and tugged downward sharply and a pair of dull 'thunks' were heard and the man himself gritting his teeth in pain. For a brief moment, all the man's veins shined a bright blue before quickly fading as he let out a small breath of air. > > He looked between Ramira and Atreyu one more time, raising his left fist once more which began to glow a bright blue. The Magi began to draw forth an orb of magic, as she thought Jason incapable of said task without a boost but it seemed he managed to follow through in spite of his simpler magic. Dismissing it in a cloud of arcane she looked to Atreyu to see if he was still soaking up the bits of admiration from the man in a can. > [{quoted}](name=DemonDeceiver ,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=009c,timestamp=2019-06-06T00:42:03.460+0000) > To the magically sensitive, a thin veil of energy seemed to project outwardly about a foot from his body likely hampering any purely magical attacks or something to that effec Ramira cringed though not out of the light show as it may have looked, being half a creature of magic meant a natural attraction to all schools of wizardry, this was admittedly a bit too big of a chew at the current time. >With this the mummy clapped his hands together in a single clap. "Perfect..!" Moving over to Jason to inspect the full area of the markings across the new suit, running a claw along one of the larger patterns on the drillers shoulder; the action sending a shock that made the creature jolt back slightly with a curse under his breath. "Well its certainly effective..." With a mix of joy and defeat in his tone as he inspected his singed claw tip. "Now in theory this SHOULD, mask you to a degree but please don't go flailing your arms about like a fool... "Well, that's an image to be sure," Ramira said whilst observing, "but I expect little tomfoolery from everyone in this room... admittedly." So why was there an unshakable feeling that something was going to prove that statement wrong? "there's just one thing I do not trust here." Looking at neither of them but rather the suit she pointed at its helmet. "Radios, in this century? I have something better in mind." Putting a finger to rest against her head the witch mentally connected and communicated with both of them a twitch of her head as the connection was established. _"How's this for instant transmission? I can link all our minds together, go ahead, try it..."_ True to her word both of them could mentally speak to either both parties at the same time by simply thinking it or a lone person by looking at them and focusing their thoughts on them. After giving Jason a little time to adjust to the sensation of having someone be in his mind yet not she spoke again though in person. "I can't link _every_ scrub on this sinking island together but I can do a few more. With me as the focal point of course." Spoken with an unshamed superiority of her own ability.
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-20T15:04:51.166+0000) > > **"W-well... Gangplank found me useful..."** At an utter loss for words his reply came with a slight stutter to it as he straightened up, shaking his hand that was slapped away like it was on fire. **"Fortuna I never implied you _need_ someone but try sawing off your own st, and applying a splinter to a guy at the same time."** Confidently bordering on arrogantly announcing his skill to an audience that cared about... this much -. > > Though he shied back in his seat from the aggressive display he was happy to retort when it came to his legend. **"Yes it bloody does! Gangplank was the reaver king you don't work for a man like that by being bad at what you do. If anything I'm on the right side 'ere, I've worked for many great men here in Bilgewater you should be honoured that I'm bending over backwards for public relations."** He didn't know jack shit about what he was talking about, but the few diplomats he had fixed up seemed to use them big words in broad strokes. > > Bosse cringed the tapping echoing in his skull until it became unbearable. **"You mind not doing that little lady? I feel like I deserve a fair audience."** _(ignoring the fact he was short than her.)_ > > The doctor chuckled along half-heartedly if only to fill the silence his stones promptly dropping down his stomach, a rough gulp followed by him swallowing a few times, but he didn't lose his shite just yet. **"Contract boss lady, major difference."** He corrected with false confidence. **"Yeah that's quite possible which is why I like being on the winning side. You killed a great man lady, fucked me over quite royally. With old beardy dead, I suddenly found myself out of a safe and easy income. I feel like you owe it to peeps like me to make up for that loss." ** > > He did approve, with a grin under the mask that aired an aura of smugness. **"See? This is more like it, you get a few of your those handsome muscles in here and we can have a party. I'll even let you stay and watch if you wanna~!"** A dirty and quite so gross laugh bellowing from his stomach. > > **"I sure as hell can."** He insisted, the trap closing around his neck passing by him. **"But I'd rather do a tongue twister with a man that can handle _me._"** Teasing being a favourite pass time of his. > > When she switched back to predator Fortune mode Bosse dejectedly slouched. **"I fucked up didn't?"** Followed by him being caught in the motion hand on a hidden blade in his suit, but he quickly dropped any such motions letting it fall to the ground with a sigh upon noticing just how outgunned he was at the moment. _"Yeah, yeah, trust someone you don't know dipshit like that went well the last time or the first time. M-o-r-o-n."_ The good doctor thought to himself > > _"Ooof, ow, ow_ **son of a bitch! You little vi-"** Quickly rethinking his current choice of words to a more pleading tone. **"N-no boss lady."** His tone earnest... a little bit sheepish. It seemed what she was dealing with was a genuine halfwitted idiot who didn't think farther ahead than a bag of silver serpents waiting for him at the end. **"Seriously, I never got treated this bad by the King."** Whining and making his complaints with the current situation loud. > > **"You got something to prove or what?!** Boose asked, stressing the words. **"I ain't done nothing but come here heart in hand, maybe you should let a man handle public relations we know how to use a resource without burning bridges."** "Tch-" Fortune's mind suddenly blanked out, tears began to fill her eyes. "The .. Audacity of you ..!" She shouted at him, as she forced the tears back into her eyes. She removed her pistol from it's holster and pistol whipped him across the cheek, knocking him from his chair and onto the ground. She then immediately pounced onto and pinned him down on the ground. "Do you honestly think an ounce of soul in my body cares about how your king treated you ..?" She raised her pistol, readying to pistol whip him again but stopping herself. "I'll bet you didn't know that your **king** tried to murder me .. You still speak highly of him yet you want me to work with you ..?" She tightened her grip, still pinning him down. "Then you have the audacity to **COMPARE HIM TO ME ?!**" Fortune calmed herself down, getting off of him and dusting herself off. She walked away from him and walked over to the corner of the room just standing there for a couple of seconds before turning back around and facing him. She walked over to him and grabbed him off the ground by his shirt. She pulled him up to his feet. "Listen here .. and listen closely . I owe you **NOTHING .** If I decide to work with you or even give you anything it's because I **WANT** to." She tightened her grip on his shirt out of anger and ripped his shirt a bit. "It's your own fault for being foolish enough to work with the man in the first place. You've lost your source of income. I lost my family. We've all lost something in this world. Don't come to me with a sob story as to why I "owe you" something." She stared deep into his soul, at this point her grip on his shirt would be so tight that nails started to push through. Fortune, still holding her pistol in her hand .. suddenly raised it and placed it to his temple. "Prove your worth to me .. if you're as useful to me as you say you are .. find Gangplank's allies. I know for a fact that everything he cared about wasn't JUST on that flagship. Your job is to fish out anything you can from them. I don't care what it takes .. Only then will you gain my trust. And only then will we have a deal. It's your choice. And if you choose to take what you want by force .. well, you'll _**die**_." Her eyes filled with rage, despair, intimidation, **evil** .. She flicked his forehead again, still holding the gun to his temple. "Fortune Doesn't Favor Fools .." She taunted him. "Before you make your decision, answer me one question .. little man ." She taunted him, then using her leg to drag the chair she was sitting in earlier over to her, she dragged him down to his knees while she sat down in the chair. She still had a grip on his shirt and a gun to his temple. "Sarah .. Fortune .." She said to him, sternly. "Ever heard the story ..? Did your **KING** ever even tell you the story ..?" She asked him, impatiently . "HUH ..?! **DID HE ?!**" She shouted at him, awaiting as an answer. It seemed almost as if she was losing her mind, she appeared .. insane. Fortune was out of her mind and she was very hostile. There was no telling how far she would go with this.
> [{quoted}](name=Ásk Míss Fórtúné,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=0000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-20T17:03:48.966+0000) > > "Tch-" Fortune's mind suddenly blanked out, tears began to fill her eyes. "The .. Audacity of you ..!" She shouted at him, as she forced the tears back into her eyes. She removed her pistol from it's holster and pistol whipped him across the cheek, knocking him from his chair and onto the ground. She then immediately pounced onto and pinned him down on the ground. "Do you honestly think an ounce of soul in my body cares about how your king treated you ..?" She raised her pistol, readying to pistol whip him again but stopping herself. "I'll bet you didn't know that your **king** tried to murder me .. You still speak highly of him yet you want me to work with you ..?" She tightened her grip, still pinning him down. "Then you have the audacity to **COMPARE HIM TO ME ?!**" Being that he was small, to begin with, a proper clap sent him flying to the floor shouting out some curse in fluent Bilgewater native tongue rubbing his face the dazed Bosse tried to rose but found himself outmanoeuvred real fast. But why was she... almost in tears? He didn't get that, didn't have any chance to anyways as he covered his face in anticipation. **"EVERYONE IS MURDERING EACH OTHER IN THIS STUPID HARBOR HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW!"** Stressing out his words with a high pitched voice. **"It's a compliment laddie! C-o-m... well you get the point!!** > Fortune calmed herself down, getting off of him and dusting herself off. She walked away from him and walked over to the corner of the room just standing there for a couple of seconds before turning back around and facing him. She walked over to him and grabbed him off the ground by his shirt. She pulled him up to his feet. "Listen here .. and listen closely . I owe you **NOTHING .** If I decide to work with you or even give you anything it's because I **WANT** to." She tightened her grip on his shirt out of anger and ripped his shirt a bit. "It's your own fault for being foolish enough to work with the man in the first place. You've lost your source of income. I lost my family. We've all lost something in this world. Don't come to me with a sob story as to why I "owe you" something." She stared deep into his soul, at this point her grip on his shirt would be so tight that nails started to push through. Coughing himself short of breath until she hopped off Bosse had something akin to a panic attack, though he didn't _know_ what that was. Though he was more than happy to get off the floor, even if it was by her hand mostly. **"Never... asked for charity."** Gasping for quickly heated breaths the pirate grunted in vain anger at having his favoured plague suit ripped. **"Not my fault, not really my problem. Vendettas are kinda our M.O."** Getting the point that he should shut up when he felt her nails press against the shoddy cloth. > Fortune, still holding her pistol in her hand .. suddenly raised it and placed it to his temple. "Prove your worth to me .. if you're as useful to me as you say you are .. find Gangplank's allies. I know for a fact that everything he cared about wasn't JUST on that flagship. Your job is to fish out anything you can from them. I don't care what it takes .. Only then will you gain my trust. And only then will we have a deal. It's your choice. And if you choose to take what you want by force .. well, you'll _**die**_." Her eyes filled with rage, despair, intimidation, **evil** .. She flicked his forehead again, still holding the gun to his temple. "Fortune Doesn't Favor Fools .." She taunted him. He seemed to be regarding his options carefully, eyes darting his nose crinkling in thought the gun not giving him all that much time to think clearly. **"You do get that if I give up Gangplank's mates they are gonna hang my ass on a hook at the harbour? Still, I suppose it beats hanging with the low dogs around here.** Shielding himself from the flick this time he crossed his arms, not unlike a petulant child. **"Point taken."** > "Before you make your decision, answer me one question .. little man ." She taunted him, then using her leg to drag the chair she was sitting in earlier over to her, she dragged him down to his knees while she sat down in the chair. She still had a grip on his shirt and a gun to his temple. "Sarah .. Fortune .." She said to him, sternly. "Ever heard the story ..? Did your **KING** ever even tell you the story ..?" She asked him, impatiently . "HUH ..?! **DID HE ?!**" She shouted at him, awaiting as an answer. It seemed almost as if she was losing her mind, she appeared .. insane. Fortune was out of her mind and she was very hostile. There was no telling how far she would go with this. He didn't like this whole superiority thing but followed suit, getting down on his knees. **"I get it, chip on your shoulder men are bad. I ain't about to die for my pride."** Cringing from the gun still pointed at him, head bowed if only to escape that fact. **"No. Not really. I'm a doctor but I'm still a grunt. I try not to swim with sharks with my ass hanging out if you get me." ** Without hesitation he looked up, blurting out. **"Does it matter?"** His eyes widening a second after realizing what he just implied. **"W-wait not like that, I DON'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT MISSUS"** kneeling he lowered his head and promptly raised his hands in prayer. **"Fuckfuckfuck I don't wanna die, please... mercy"** He begged out loud, hands trembling.
: > The red mage wasn't shy to get close, though content to stay just out of his working area. "Incisions?" An educated guess that seemed about right, but what exactly could he be attempting, some sort of enhancement? Then her eyes wandered over the husk, a quiet moment of realization. "Oh you devil." She sounded it out in her thoughts, thrilled. The red woman would find an almost hazy presence in the husk's mind space, an onslaught of images and sensations flying at high speed like a blizzard in the cold north. Amongst the flood of incoherent babble a gleeful recognition to Ramira could be clearly sited, acknowledging her outwardly with a deranged stare her way that muddled into an unsteady jitter back to the man. Such a look a held for quite awhile as the surgery progressed, only flickering once the husk gripped the man's features aggressively. > "If you needed light ya didn't need to bust holes in our ceiling ya crystal idjit!" Though this complaint was not apparently heeded as the husk in question continued on as if nothing had came out of his mouth. "Oh shit shit shit!" Jason stumbled from his seat and nearly dived behind the bar. "Come on where is it!? Ah there it is!" He quickly came back and placed a burlap sack over Leilani to hide the glow, knowing full well the remaining survivors, especially the Red Caps, wouldn't be so understandable with the fate of Leilani. The husk took a swig of his drink as he chuckled slightly, noticing the tarp getting thrown over his work was amusing to say the least. Not quite having the energy currently to hinder the driller's panic, but letting it play out as the young man collapsed into a heap on the table. Noticing the driller stomp down stares in a panicked huff. > "Wonderful technique," Ramira stated with a few dry claps of her hands. "I look forward to picking your brain Atreyu, though for next time might I recommend magic? Tools are meant for those that lack the will to use their imagination to its full extent." Not exactly a diss towards him, but more to non-mages. With a hint of exhaustion in the abomination's voice, the mummy spoke up **"Unfortunately doing so would drain more energy than I could afford to lose, besides there is always something cathartic about applying such a hands on approach.... If not a bit reflective.."** As for the Tsuki the Crystal mage wasn't a miracle worker and gave a quick look over the young mage with flask still in hand, noticing a line of blood running from the floor into her closed mouth along with her eyes stirring. Leaning down into her face a bit more Atreyu opened one of the girl's eyelids, the pupil was likely darting all over the in multiple directions. **"Well it seems she's slowly coming around, this blood trail is a tad concerning though..."** Gesturing with his occupied hand at the trail leading from the the "surgical site" to Tsuki. **"Though perhaps its for the best she stays out for a tad longer... Try to keep an eye on her however, last thing we need is her flying into a spasm again."** Turning to follow after Jason as the red woman began her healing, stopping as the magic to flow; but forcing himself down the steps with reluctance do in wanting to see Ramira work as she'd done him. **"Please do fill me in after you're done as well, I need to get to work... Give and take, give and take... ."** grumbling to himself as he descended the rickety boards. > When the two finally joined him down stairs, they would see the 'armory' which consisted of a dozen suits similar to that of Jason's and assorted amount of guns, ammo and swords with the man himself sitting on a small barrel of gun powder with a glass bottle half full with clear fluid. His face was puckered and the bottle shook in his hand before he shakd his head violently and corked the bottle and set it aside. "Goddess if only I could drink right now..." Creaking down the steps only to stop at the last one, knocking on the side of the wall while to announce his presence for entry; noticing Jason sulking nervously over on a barrel. **"So I'm guessing you aren't quite accustomed to seeing that..?"** Walking further in to take in all of the equipment and tools he'd be using before returning Jason's likely thousand yard stare. **"So I'm from Zaun...!"** Clapping his hands below his waste, in a kind of awkward "Tadah!" fashion; before letting them fall limp at his sides again. **"Anything you'd like to know while we have a moment..?- He's alive by the way, if thats any comfort... (If the driller didn't respond Atreyu would quickly begin working as not to draw out the silence, obtaining the the scarred man's measurements and suit specs ) > Wordlessly she wandered over to Jason and Atreyu, shaken but far from dead though likely late to the conversation. "Show me what you have in mind, I'm a quick learner." Whatever conversation had ensued the red woman likely wouldn't be too late in her arrival as the husk had begun grabbing the thick leathery material and copper wire from the various outlets in the room, likely running around Jason in the process with modifications being prepared. **"Oh lovely you're just in time.. Grab me those shears to your right... Yes on the rotting shelf..."**
> [{quoted}](name=DemonDeceiver ,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=0095,timestamp=2019-05-18T16:40:05.867+0000) > Leaning down into her face a bit more Atreyu opened one of the girl's eyelids, the pupil was likely darting all over the in multiple directions. **"Well it seems she's slowly coming around, this blood trail is a tad concerning though..."** Gesturing with his occupied hand at the trail leading from the the "surgical site" to Tsuki. **"Though perhaps its for the best she stays out for a tad longer... Try to keep an eye on her however, last thing we need is her flying into a spasm again."** "I feel not safe entrusting our future to those who cannot wield magic. Your creation as useful as it will surely be is no substitute for the sheer... devastation that little creature posses." A Wrinkle of her nose at the mention of Tsuki's magical force. > Whatever conversation had ensued the red woman likely wouldn't be too late in her arrival as the husk had begun grabbing the thick leathery material and copper wire from the various outlets in the room, likely running around Jason in the process with modifications being prepared. **"Oh lovely you're just in time.. Grab me those shears to your right... Yes on the rotting shelf..."** What she missed she didn't care much for, for someone who appeared tough and filled with testosterone Jason seemed almost disgusted with the magic of their kind... _their kind_ she repeated with a certain distaste. He commanded some form of simpler magic but unlike the performers of the art, he seemed content to let his drill speak for him. Snapping out of her thoughts Ramira lifted her hand holding it midair she commanded said tool to float, but the confidence in her ability was shaken quite literally as her hand trembled though, in the end, a pair of shears landed right next to Atreyu with her huffing looking to her hand. To have fallen this low, a quick death by slit throat being less humiliating in comparison. > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=0096,timestamp=2019-05-19T16:17:06.771+0000) >Given that Atreyu was going to start phase two of his plan, Jason took the opportunity to give Ramira the run down of most important things about the suit namely the dials on the right arm. He approached the rack and pulled off a suit and helmet while dragging the weighted boots with his foot before placing them on a barrel, and gestured for her to come over. >If she approached, he would lift up the right arm which showed two di-colored dials of red and white with the third and final being tri-colored and blue, white and red. "Air,pressure, temperature." There wasn't much room for self-loathing as duty called which made the mage rise stopping some distance short of Jason, as she hadn't _quite_ forgotten the electric treatment earlier. "Can't be much simpler than that." She offered, nonchalantly as he chattered. Lastly he picked up the helmet and turned it over to allow her too look inside, placing a finer on a small metal box close to where one's right ear would be. "Short range radio, only good for about 100 meters before it cuts out. Faster then trying to sign it by hand." He paused to give Ramira a chance to adsorb what he said and offer any questions he might have before he had her 'dress up'. "Just what I needed, accessories." By now it was obvious she was only paying half attention outwardly, ring fingers clicking together. If he looked down he'd see her hands not really doing anything but impatiently swaying around. When he looked at her like that she was quick to ease his concerns. "I understand." Snatching the helmet up it seemed to strangely weigh little to her, as with little effort she held it inspecting it and turning it around. "Helmet--" Glancing down at his own suit. "Shoes first." Said with an admirable amount of confidence for someone who refused to admit they didn't know something better than a "brute in a suit".
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=0000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-19T06:01:48.269+0000) > > **"That's real cute."** Bosse snapped but didn't push it any further crossing his arms. What the doctor didn't expect was the pirate to get up and close like she was examining an object, staggering back with a grunt when she flicked his head. **"Didn't mean anything by it boss lady.** Obviously offended not cause he felt emasculated but because he was really just that vain. > > _"Mhm."_ Grunting back in response whilst following her, glancing at the sole seat. **"Don't have to ask me twice."** Planting his rear on the chair promptly, after turning it around with a screeching noise so that it faced backwards, hands splayed on top of the seat. **"Down to business eh? Fine by me."** Behind the dull colouration of the mask two brown eyes slightly narrowed looking directly at her, at a guess he seemed to be judging her character. > > **"So with Gangplank dead and you picking off his crew, I'm looking to switch sides if you get my meaning. I'm by no means a winner but I like keeping my head firmly planted between my shoulders, so I'd like to pledge my services to your little fancy cause 'ere. I'm an expert medic, that's... uh.. kinda all I do. But nevermind that, I'm the best goddamn sawbone this side of Runeterra you don't need me you _need_ me. Ask anyone around here they'll tell you 'ole Bosse is the best man around."** > > **"I'm also pretty cheap on a payroll. I usually take 10 silver serpents no-questions-asked session, whenever wherever."** Rubbing the back of his mask he shifted in the seat, uncomfortable to some degree. **"Look, missy, I may have rolled with Gangplank but the old man is dead. I'm willing to kiss ass if it means I stay out of your iron sights, so why not give old Bosse a chance? I'll let you and your top men have free medical care to sweeten the deal."** > > Holding his hand out he seemed confident that his people skills would do him a favour for once. **"Deal? You don't kill me, I stay out of your shit."** Fortune began to chuckle at the previous statements . "**I** need .. **you**..? Bahaha !" She fixed her posture and pulled her seat up closer to the desk to meet him eye-to-eye. She refused his hand, slapping it away. "You claim to be some medical specialist ..? I mean sure that could come in handy but as you should know and if you don't, will know. _Sarah Fortune_ needs **nobody**." She said to him as her tone of voice suddenly became more stern. She clenched her fist as she slammed it down on the desk. "Just who the hell do you think you are ..? You used to work for _Gangplank_ .. that doesn't make you hot shit." Sarah began to tap her foot on the ground quite aggressively. She suddenly grabbed a hair-tie that was wrapped around her wrist and began to put her bloody-red hair up into a ponytail. She chuckled a bit, giving him a stern posture. "If you were working for Gangplank .. you had to be more than a medic. I can't help but suspect something .. unusual about one of Gangplank's former men wanting to come to the enemy side. Even with Gangplank being dead, his allies would hunt you down and murder you for treason .. betrayal . It's quite .. foolish either way if you ask me." Fortune then arose from her seat, dragging her chair around the desk. She nudged his chair back and placed her chair directly in front of him and scooted up closer to him. "Are you sure you can handle me ..? Medic." She met him eye-to-eye not breaking contact and a suggestive stare quickly changed to an intense stare. Sarah aggressively jolted her arm towards him and slammed it over his neck, pressing it there. She held one hand on her holster in case he attempted to draw on her. "Tell me .. Are you lying to me ..?" She stared deep into his eyes to analyze his answer, seeking the truth and the lies behind it. She fixated her eyebrows downwards, angrily.
> [{quoted}](name=Ásk Míss Fórtúné,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=00000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-19T12:13:43.057+0000) > > Fortune began to chuckle at the previous statements . "**I** need .. **you**..? Bahaha !" She fixed her posture and pulled her seat up closer to the desk to meet him eye-to-eye. She refused his hand, slapping it away. "You claim to be some medical specialist ..? I mean sure that could come in handy but as you should know and if you don't, will know. _Sarah Fortune_ needs **nobody**." She said to him as her tone of voice suddenly became more stern. She clenched her fist as she slammed it down on the desk. "Just who the hell do you think you are ..? You used to work for _Gangplank_ .. that doesn't make you hot shit." **"W-well... Gangplank found me useful..."** At an utter loss for words his reply came with a slight stutter to it as he straightened up, shaking his hand that was slapped away like it was on fire. **"Fortuna I never implied you _need_ someone but try sawing off your own st, and applying a splinter to a guy at the same time."** Confidently bordering on arrogantly announcing his skill to an audience that cared about... this much -. Though he shied back in his seat from the aggressive display he was happy to retort when it came to his legend. **"Yes it bloody does! Gangplank was the reaver king you don't work for a man like that by being bad at what you do. If anything I'm on the right side 'ere, I've worked for many great men here in Bilgewater you should be honoured that I'm bending over backwards for public relations."** He didn't know jack shit about what he was talking about, but the few diplomats he had fixed up seemed to use them big words in broad strokes. > Sarah began to tap her foot on the ground quite aggressively. She suddenly grabbed a hair-tie that was wrapped around her wrist and began to put her bloody-red hair up into a ponytail. Bosse cringed the tapping echoing in his skull until it became unbearable. **"You mind not doing that little lady? I feel like I deserve a fair audience."** _(ignoring the fact he was short than her.)_ >She chuckled a bit, giving him a stern posture. "If you were working for Gangplank .. you had to be more than a medic. I can't help but suspect something .. unusual about one of Gangplank's former men wanting to come to the enemy side. Even with Gangplank being dead, his allies would hunt you down and murder you for treason .. betrayal . It's quite .. foolish either way if you ask me." The doctor chuckled along half-heartedly if only to fill the silence his stones promptly dropping down his stomach, a rough gulp followed by him swallowing a few times, but he didn't lose his shite just yet. **"Contract boss lady, major difference."** He corrected with false confidence. **"Yeah that's quite possible which is why I like being on the winning side. You killed a great man lady, fucked me over quite royally. With old beardy dead, I suddenly found myself out of a safe and easy income. I feel like you owe it to peeps like me to make up for that loss." ** > Fortune then arose from her seat, dragging her chair around the desk. She nudged his chair back and placed her chair directly in front of him and scooted up closer to him. "Are you sure you can handle me ..? Medic." He did approve, with a grin under the mask that aired an aura of smugness. **"See? This is more like it, you get a few of your those handsome muscles in here and we can have a party. I'll even let you stay and watch if you wanna~!"** A dirty and quite so gross laugh bellowing from his stomach. **"I sure as hell can."** He insisted, the trap closing around his neck passing by him. **"But I'd rather do a tongue twister with a man that can handle _me._"** Teasing being a favourite pass time of his. >She met him eye-to-eye not breaking contact and a suggestive stare quickly changed to an intense stare. Sarah aggressively jolted her arm towards him and slammed it over his neck, pressing it there. She held one hand on her holster in case he attempted to draw on her. "Tell me .. Are you lying to me ..?" She stared deep into his eyes to analyze his answer, seeking the truth and the lies behind it. She fixated her eyebrows downwards, angrily. When she switched back to predator Fortune mode Bosse dejectedly slouched. **"I fucked up didn't?"** Followed by him being caught in the motion hand on a hidden blade in his suit, but he quickly dropped any such motions letting it fall to the ground with a sigh upon noticing just how outgunned he was at the moment. _"Yeah, yeah, trust someone you don't know dipshit like that went well the last time or the first time. M-o-r-o-n."_ The good doctor thought to himself _"Ooof, ow, ow_ **son of a bitch! You little vi-"** Quickly rethinking his current choice of words to a more pleading tone. **"N-no boss lady."** His tone earnest... a little bit sheepish. It seemed what she was dealing with was a genuine halfwitted idiot who didn't think farther ahead than a bag of silver serpents waiting for him at the end. **"Seriously, I never got treated this bad by the King."** Whining and making his complaints with the current situation loud. **"You got something to prove or what?!** Boose asked, stressing the words. **"I ain't done nothing but come here heart in hand, maybe you should let a man handle public relations we know how to use a resource without burning bridges."**
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=00000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-19T02:45:45.385+0000) > > Bosse seemed woefully unprepared and unperceptive barely having time to shout out **'holy shit!'** holding his hands up though mentally preparing to quick draw his own gun. **"I'm Bosse Sawbones lady, B-o-s-s-e with two e's I came here to find some lucrative dealings but all I find are two guns pointed at my face!"** He spat out, calming down enough to say **"you ready to talk or are we doing this? 'killing people isn't my forte but I'm a creative mind." ** Still, that glint in her eyes made him shudder. This was a dude who had seen Gangplank casually carve names into a living being's bones. > > _"Bloody freaks."_ He thought. _"Hope Nagakaborous makes 'em trip on their feet on a harpoon."_ ` ` Killing people ..? ` ` She chuckled at his statement . ` ` You'd fall flat attempting to kill me .. ` ` She'd lower her pistols as she saw that he wasn't a threat . She'd walk over to him, she looked him up and down and examined his features . She'd flick his forehead . ` ` You fool .. This time I'll ignore the statement you made about "doing this" but the next time you challenge me . It'll be off with your head . ` ` She turned away from him and opened her office door , walking inside . ` ` Come on in .. My Time Is Limited . Depending on what it is you have to offer me and how valuable I view what you have to talk about .. ` ` She walked over to her office chair and took a seat, placing her arms down on the top of her desk and leaning onto the desk while seated . ` ` Well .. Have a seat . ` ` She pointed at the chair in front of her, directing him to it .
> [{quoted}](name=Ásk Míss Fórtúné,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-19T02:54:36.410+0000) > > ` ` Killing people ..? ` ` She chuckled at his statement . ` ` You'd fall flat attempting to kill me .. ` ` She'd lower her pistols as she saw that he wasn't a threat . She'd walk over to him, she looked him up and down and examined his features . She'd flick his forehead . ` ` You fool .. This time I'll ignore the statement you made about "doing this" but the next time you challenge me . It'll be off with your head . ` ` She turned away from him and opened her office door , walking inside . ` ` Come on in .. My Time Is Limited . Depending on what it is you have to offer me and how valuable I view what you have to talk about .. ` ` She walked over to her office chair and took a seat, placing her arms down on the top of her desk and leaning onto the desk while seated . ` ` Well .. Have a seat . ` ` She pointed at the chair in front of her, directing him to it . **"That's real cute."** Bosse snapped but didn't push it any further crossing his arms. What the doctor didn't expect was the pirate to get up and close like she was examining an object, staggering back with a grunt when she flicked his head. **"Didn't mean anything by it boss lady.** Obviously offended not cause he felt emasculated but because he was really just that vain. _"Mhm."_ Grunting back in response whilst following her, glancing at the sole seat. **"Don't have to ask me twice."** Planting his rear on the chair promptly, after turning it around with a screeching noise so that it faced backwards, hands splayed on top of the seat. **"Down to business eh? Fine by me."** Behind the dull colouration of the mask two brown eyes slightly narrowed looking directly at her, at a guess he seemed to be judging her character. **"So with Gangplank dead and you picking off his crew, I'm looking to switch sides if you get my meaning. I'm by no means a winner but I like keeping my head firmly planted between my shoulders, so I'd like to pledge my services to your little fancy cause 'ere. I'm an expert medic, that's... uh.. kinda all I do. But nevermind that, I'm the best goddamn sawbone this side of Runeterra you don't need me you _need_ me. Ask anyone around here they'll tell you 'ole Bosse is the best man around."** **"I'm also pretty cheap on a payroll. I usually take 10 silver serpents no-questions-asked session, whenever wherever."** Rubbing the back of his mask he shifted in the seat, uncomfortable to some degree. **"Look, missy, I may have rolled with Gangplank but the old man is dead. I'm willing to kiss ass if it means I stay out of your iron sights, so why not give old Bosse a chance? I'll let you and your top men have free medical care to sweeten the deal."** Holding his hand out he seemed confident that his people skills would do him a favour for once. **"Deal? You don't kill me, I stay out of your shit."**
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-19T01:53:29.732+0000) > > Missus fortune, > > I like the sass goes well with your double cannons. How about your office by tomorrow around 12 in the day? If you ain't there i'll come back some other time, but I'm hoping you'll have the time to entertain me. > > -Bosse. > > --- > > True to his words Bosse began the arduous task of getting out of a brothel and into the streets, meeting with the chief you had to look a bit presentable after all. Gifts he had already covered, he was one wrapped in a awesome beard. > > As night turned day Miss fortune's waiting room had but one guest (perhaps he scared off the others) sleeping soundly on a chair, his features masked by a plague suit with a befitting mask that served only to amplify his snoring. The sound of a mounted cannon going off awoke him abruptly, making him fall off his chair into a heap on the floor. **"Fuck me."** He groaned, getting up on shaky legs. > > _"Where am I? Right."_ He asked himself, promptly reassuring himself of his purpose. Well, there wasn't any point delaying, with a steady gait Bosse walked up to the door rapping it with his gloved hand. **"Anyone's alive in this bucket?"** Asked openly to the door. She woke up and opened up the door to find a letter at her doorstep . ` ` Hmph .. My office..? ` ` She folded up the letter and placed it in her satchel as well . ` ` No need to write back .. if he wants to meet he'll be there . ` ` She looked at the clock on the wall before leaving her home to see that it was 11:23 AM . ` ` Better head there now .. ` ` She walked to her office, as she approached the office she heard something that sounded like it was coming from the waiting room . She placed her ear to the door and listened closely . **"Anyone's alive in this bucket?"** She heard somebody say. ` ` Is that who sent the letter ..? Hmph .. ` ` She placed her right hand on pistol which was resting, holstered on her hip. She placed her left hand on the doorknob, twisting it and kicking it open without breaking off the hinges . She removed her pistol from its holster and aimed it at the intruder, she reached her left hand down to her other pistol readying them both . ` ` Who are you ..? ` ` She asked him , staring him down with an evil glisten in her eye .
> [{quoted}](name=Ásk Míss Fórtúné,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=0000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-19T02:21:16.860+0000) > > She woke up and opened up the door to find a letter at her doorstep . ` ` Hmph .. My office..? ` ` She folded up the letter and placed it in her satchel as well . ` ` No need to write back .. if he wants to meet he'll be there . ` ` She looked at the clock on the wall before leaving her home to see that it was 11:23 AM . ` ` Better head there now .. ` ` She walked to her office, as she approached the office she heard something that sounded like it was coming from the waiting room . She placed her ear to the door and listened closely . **"Anyone's alive in this bucket?"** She heard somebody say. ` ` Is that who sent the letter ..? Hmph .. ` ` She placed her right hand on pistol which was resting, holstered on her hip. She placed her left hand on the doorknob, twisting it and kicking it open without breaking off the hinges . She removed her pistol from its holster and aimed it at the intruder, she reached her left hand down to her other pistol readying them both . ` ` Who are you ..? ` ` She asked him , staring him down with an evil glisten in her eye . Bosse seemed woefully unprepared and unperceptive barely having time to shout out **'holy shit!'** holding his hands up though mentally preparing to quick draw his own gun. **"I'm Bosse Sawbones lady, B-o-s-s-e with two e's I came here to find some lucrative dealings but all I find are two guns pointed at my face!"** He spat out, calming down enough to say **"you ready to talk or are we doing this? 'killing people isn't my forte but I'm a creative mind." ** Still, that glint in her eyes made him shudder. This was a dude who had seen Gangplank casually carve names into a living being's bones. _"Bloody freaks."_ He thought. _"Hope Nagakaborous makes 'em trip on their feet on a harpoon."_
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=0000,timestamp=2019-05-19T01:04:18.479+0000) > > Some weeks after Gangplank's death a letter arrived for the pirate hunter, simple and reused as expected of a Bilgewater resident with a subtle scent of perfume... and blood... > --- > > Take it you're in charge now princess? Good for business I hope, else I might have to turn my eye elsewhere. Anyways I wanted to pay my respect to the de facto king of the hill... for now. Do you mind a meeting in person? I think you'll find me services to be quite useful to your cause, for the right coin that is. Hope to see you around! > > [Yours truly, Boose!](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUJSTjsBL-juFxmwS7Uhlf8nCqOh4Zlmy-EgyX0CrNM/edit?usp=sharing) > > ---- > > _Bosse was one of the supporters of Gangplank's reign, that much was known openly. Miss fortune may have also found out if she dug hard enough that he was quite happy to fix up the reaver king's men, and that he had a comfy contract with the king himself._ ` ` Ah .. That's what I thought . **Dismissed !** ` ` She started to walk away but was stopped in her tracks by a messenger boy. ` ` Hm ..? ` ` She looked back over her shoulder at him and noticed he was holding a letter. ` ` For me ..? ` ` She asked him . He nodded his head . She took the letter from him and ripped it open. ` ` Oh ..? ` ` She chuckled . ` ` A meeting ..? ` ` She read the signature . "**Boose**" . ` ` Name doesn't ring a bell .. but, they talk a good game . ` ` She folded the letter up and placed it in her satchel . She walked over to a passing pedestrian, ` ` Hey ! Got paper ..? ` ` She placed a hand on her hip as she waited for the pedestrian to pull out a piece of paper. She grabbed the piece of paper & walked over to a nearby home. She grabbed a pen from her satchel and placed the paper against the house, using the house as a surface to write on. She wrote, ********* ` ` Time ? Place ? Setting up Formal Meetings without giving necessary information .. However, I accept your invitation . ` ` She folded the letter and gave it to the messenger boy so he could make sure the letter made it to the recipient . ` ` I wonder what this person has to offer .. Hopefully they're not just pulling my tail because, if that's the case .. it won't be very .. **pleasant** for them . ` `
> [{quoted}](name=Ásk Míss Fórtúné,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ybiub7zK,comment-id=00000000,timestamp=2019-05-19T01:41:50.720+0000) > ********* > > ` ` Time ? Place ? Setting up Formal Meetings without giving necessary information .. However, I accept your invitation . ` ` > > She folded the letter and gave it to the messenger boy so he could make sure the letter made it to the recipient . ` ` I wonder what this person has to offer .. Hopefully they're not just pulling my tail because, if that's the case .. it won't be very .. **pleasant** for them . ` ` Missus fortune, I like the sass goes well with your double cannons. How about your office by tomorrow around 12 in the day? If you ain't there i'll come back some other time, but I'm hoping you'll have the time to entertain me. -Bosse. --- True to his words Bosse began the arduous task of getting out of a brothel and into the streets, meeting with the chief you had to look a bit presentable after all. Gifts he had already covered, he was one wrapped in a awesome beard. As night turned day Miss fortune's waiting room had but one guest (perhaps he scared off the others) sleeping soundly on a chair, his features masked by a plague suit with a befitting mask that served only to amplify his snoring. The sound of a mounted cannon going off awoke him abruptly, making him fall off his chair into a heap on the floor. **"Fuck me."** He groaned, getting up on shaky legs. _"Where am I? Right."_ He asked himself, promptly reassuring himself of his purpose. Well, there wasn't any point delaying, with a steady gait Bosse walked up to the door rapping it with his gloved hand. **"Anyone's alive in this bucket?"** Asked openly to the door.
: Fortune Doesn't Favor Fools .. {Ask Miss Fortune}
Some weeks after Gangplank's death a letter arrived for the pirate hunter, simple and reused as expected of a Bilgewater resident with a subtle scent of perfume... and blood... --- Take it you're in charge now princess? Good for business I hope, else I might have to turn my eye elsewhere. Anyways I wanted to pay my respect to the de facto king of the hill... for now. Do you mind a meeting in person? I think you'll find me services to be quite useful to your cause, for the right coin that is. Hope to see you around! [Yours truly, Boose!](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUJSTjsBL-juFxmwS7Uhlf8nCqOh4Zlmy-EgyX0CrNM/edit?usp=sharing) ---- _Bosse was one of the supporters of Gangplank's reign, that much was known openly. Miss fortune may have also found out if she dug hard enough that he was quite happy to fix up the reaver king's men, and that he had a comfy contract with the king himself._
Aproxima (NA)
: Ramira found Tsuki mostly in the same way she left her a couple of days ago in that room, maybe just positioned differently on the bed then she remembered. The red mage would find out moving her was surprisingly difficult. For one, she was as co-operative as a sack of potatoes, that is to say not at all, and two, she was surprisingly heavy. Still, it'd be little problem for the lich to move her and sling her over the bar downstairs. The Bipolar Nightmare was spared when the two had removed things from the bar and remained completely oblivous to the horror that was happening actually right beside her on the bar. On that note, Atreyu and Ramira's little operation and the lad's suffering was accompanied by the gentle sound of Tsuki's snoring. The crystal mummy's actions led to some of the lad's blood running across the bar, all the way to sleeping Tsuki. With her face against the wood, the streams of blood eventually flowed even to her and touched her lips. Tsuki's lips quivered as did her eyelids. She parted her lips and a bit of her tongue fell out into the trickle of blood. When Ramira invoked her dark magics to heal the unfortunate volunteer, the Night Witches left, glove-covered hand, twitched and the fingers convulsed. That arm, pulsing with veins of corruption and rot underneath the smooth satin glove, slowly started to crawl in the lich's direction, almost like being drawn to her only to fall down limp once more after Ramira finished. Tsuki's eyes seemed to have started moving beneath her eyelids, but for now the little mage still remained unconsicious. Curiously enough, it seemed the lad's blood was being drained away at rate higher than mere dripping off the table.
> [{quoted}](name=Aproxima,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=0093,timestamp=2019-05-12T19:41:30.251+0000) > When Ramira invoked her dark magics to heal the unfortunate volunteer, the Night Witches left, glove-covered hand, twitched and the fingers convulsed. That arm, pulsing with veins of corruption and rot underneath the smooth satin glove, slowly started to crawl in the lich's direction, almost like being drawn to her only to fall down limp once more after Ramira finished. > > Tsuki's eyes seemed to have started moving beneath her eyelids, but for now the little mage still remained unconsicious. Curiously enough, it seemed the lad's blood was being drained away at rate higher than mere dripping off the table. Though perceptive not even Ramira could have predicted what was going on, though this nagging feeling of something being out of place followed her well until Jason made her snap out of it. > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=0094,timestamp=2019-05-13T00:44:45.853+0000) > **"He shoved a _crystal_ into his chest and spine!"** He tried in vain to get his point across over her compliment while she healed the well marked Leilani while Jason looked as if he was wondering what went wrong in his life for it to come to this. Though it should be noted that the totem-person was far stronger then the drained totems before and what was a minor irritant was now slightly painful as small coils of steam rolled off of Ramira though luckily for her the oiler was still in too much shock to notice. Sitting down on a lonely crate Ramira exhaled sharply hand placed over her face in exhaustion. "We may have very well secured our future here, show some respect to the craft if nothing else." > After a couple seconds he tossed his hands up and proclaimed **"Fuck it."** before quickly walking downstairs, quite done with whatever crazy business was going on currently upstairs. "Try not to trip over your ignorance." Ramira letting it out in irritation. > [{quoted}](name=DemonDeceiver ,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=0092,timestamp=2019-05-11T20:10:48.607+0000) Hand still splayed over her face she adressed Atreyu, for another growing 'issue'. "Any suggestions?" Putting her hands down to rest on her knees she motioned at the resting mage. "Maybe a good shock will wake her from stupor." Neglecting to offer her magic in this case, for reasons.
Pócki (NA)
: Miss Fortune {{champion:21}} - I'd like to audition for Miss Fortune . I feel as if I could execute the role of Miss Fortune successfully as I've been playing as her since I purchased her as a champion and got used to her as my first ADC other than Caitlyn. I've also followed her lore and have a similar attitude and personality as her so it'd almost come naturally to play her on an ask forum. I do not have a league account named after Miss Fortune at this time but I will be able to get a smurf account to level 5 within the 5 day time frame provided to me and also since we can hold up to 2 champions. I'd also like to audition for Caitlyn . Caitlyn {{champion:51}} - For some of the same reasons as Miss Fortune but Caitlyn has a different attitude and personality so I'd feel more "cool" running an ask forum as Caitlyn because I'd get to play the "badass", intelligent persona. And as I stated for Miss Fortune, I've been following her lore and playing her as a champion since I purchased her and she was one of my first ADCs that I played and got used to .
> [{quoted}](name=Pócki,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=V0JcVrj0,comment-id=0949,timestamp=2019-05-14T02:15:53.222+0000) > > Miss Fortune {{champion:21}} > - > I'd like to audition for Miss Fortune . I feel as if I could execute the role of Miss Fortune successfully as I've been playing as her since I purchased her as a champion and got used to her as my first ADC other than Caitlyn. I've also followed her lore and have a similar attitude and personality as her so it'd almost come naturally to play her on an ask forum. I do not have a league account named after Miss Fortune at this time but I will be able to get a smurf account to level 5 within the 5 day time frame provided to me and also since we can hold up to 2 champions. I'd also like to audition for Caitlyn . > > Caitlyn {{champion:51}} > - > For some of the same reasons as Miss Fortune but Caitlyn has a different attitude and personality so I'd feel more "cool" running an ask forum as Caitlyn because I'd get to play the "badass", intelligent persona. And as I stated for Miss Fortune, I've been following her lore and playing her as a champion since I purchased her and she was one of my first ADCs that I played and got used to . Darling dear you need only get a smurf acc that says something like "ask mf", auditions are only used for new champs. Don't get me wrong the enthusiasm is awesome! Have fun~
: > Where was the glorious leader of the red caps now? Not that she needed help when it came to experimentation but a little diplomacy usually went well. Still, she prepared to intercept as seen by her moving in his path a few meters ahead of the door faking a need to stretch her limbs. Pt 1 With consent given to the Mummy and Ramira's measurements he clapped his mangled palms together, a familiar vigor returning to his bones as he looked to the red cap; scanning the piece of meat as the driller spoke his peace toward the Husk's future subject. **"Yes yes oh of course, to kill such a fine thing would only be a waste of good potential if only that potential is this..!"** Quickly moving over to the frightened man as he scanned him from top to bottom for but a moment at a few feet distance, suppressing a grimace as Ramira stepped into frame. _**"Oh calm yourself its not like im going to turn the poor lad into me.."**_ The voice carrying an almost snake like quality to it this time. His build appeared large enough for what the creature had in mind however he required a more "direct" look, moving up politely passed the red mage and gave the red another thorough look over; arriving at his back. For a brief time he lazily held a claw for pointing to the grunt **"I'll tend to this first and get to you Jason, and your suit Ramira shortly there after..!"** Taking said claw and swiping up at the man's clothing, cleanly slicing away the material before moving forward and ripping away the rest; leaving the Red cap's torso free to the cool air. **"Now unless either of you would like to observe... "** Looking to the Dark woman momentarily. **"Or help... I'll be needing that counter top rather shortly."** Walking passed the likely shivering fellow, sweeping the counter clear once the two had moved back a bit; beckoning the red cap closer. **"Sit my boy, this procedure shouldn't take all day."** Leaning slightly while presenting an open hand toward the bar counter, his crystals sparking light to his features ever more as the hesitant man took his seat with little effort as he was fairly tall compared to the crystalline creature. The man sported a 6'3 height with a husky figure that certainly wasn't shy to hard work, arms broad enough for what Atreyu had planned with a slight slouch. Motioning to his "Patient's" front, the husk pulled out his flask again and another bottle that was fogged white, setting the two objects to the red cap's side before pulling out his wrapped pen. **"Hold out your arms if you would, I need to map my-... Our, little project."** With a degree of maddened grace the husk quickly began scribbling a oh too familiar scripture on his charge's flesh, the young man not likely understanding what was happening in growing confusion and panic . Each stroke carrying a purpose as certain areas, mainly in the man's left pectoral were free of scripture with only small lines to accentuate a specific diamond shape; the back was similar but held two thinner gaps on each side of the spine with certain versus of dialogue seeming to connect to these areas with small circles along the ridge of the pattern. With a satisfied breath the husk stood back for a moment to observe his penmanship. **"Not too bad if I say so myself... Of course I'm likely the only one talking!"** Noticing the man look over the marking in grave concern. **"Oh come now, don't be so moody!"** Grabbing a glass off what remained of a table before opening the fogged vial, a visible heat wave like motion protruding from its opening. **"So what pray tell is your name my good lad..."** With a shaky voice the man would answer "Leilani" , while the husk poured two tablespoons of his liquor with a pinch of the the vial's reddish pink contents. **"Oh what a wonderful name... "Heavenly flowers" seems like an odd one for a young man like yourself to have in such an area. Beautiful all the same."** Humming a whimsical tune to himself while a the concoction shot a green puff of steam into the air, which quickly settled the fluid into a grey mercury like substance. Sauntering over to the red cap with a skip in his step while casually passing the brew into the unbeknownst subject's hand. **"Your parents must have been quite well read, its good know some people here know a creative name or two... You can just swig that down quickly by the way, better it not touch your tongue; quite the nasty flavor and all that triviality."** Lifting the man's own arm toward his his face slightly. **"Leilani: O-oh ok. "** With the lad quickly downing the concoction with a grimace and a head shake. **"Leilani: And I don't appreciate you talkin to me like im some kinda kid, just turned twenty eight and-"** Meanwhile Atreyu kept smiling the man's way his expression kind as could be while he spoke his life story, encouraging conversation as much as possible. **"So you were never harassed for having such a name..?"** **"Leilani: Well I didn't know it meant that mate, mom considered erself somethin of a p-po -E t-T A-aaHH! Auh..."** Within seconds the man body started to buckle and fall backwards onto the wooden surface trembling for a moment before going limp with only his chest rising with breath and eyes frantically looking around the room. **"A poet you say..?"** Sighing a bit while shaking his head as the mummy walked over to the internally panicking red cap's side behind the bar. **"Ohhh im sorry about that my friend... "** Leaning over his subjects face, moving a stray hair from his features. **"You won't be down long not to worry, maybe an hour... But that concoction only limits movements sadly, has the odd feeling of ice in your veins... Terribly sorry for the discomfort, but if all goes well you may find something more at the end of this... "** flicking a hand up to shoot smaller spires into the remainder of the ceiling that lit up providing more than enough illumination. In a whimsical motion the husk presented a rolled out cloth with various tools ranging from lock picks to his tools of choice, various scalpels, clamps, needles, curettes, pliers, thick wire cutters with extremely thin white wire, and a wonderful mini saw. Looking to Ramira before beginning **"You can calm him if you like, though there is a method to feeling the pain..."** Once the red woman did or did not aid the crystal man he would do an almost dance like twirl around to the other side of the bar with both scalpel and cloth in hand. With no further delay and a happy tune being hummed the creature began following the pen marking with his blade, not deep enough to cause immense bleeding but certainly enough to cause extreme pain, evident by the the poor man's body tensing and relaxing repeatedly; fighting the drug to no avail. Climbing up from the lower abdomen in a twisted game of connect the dots the husk flicked up to finish a dash in the marking, dabbing away excess blood as the blade sliced into the man's navel straight across to the other side, cause the flesh to flay slightly which bothered the "surgeon" none as the pattern completed in a crest surrounding the navel. Once the blood was dabbed away slightly the husk performed another whimsical motion around the bar to his wire and thread, quickly binding the newly opened flesh with it before quickly continuing his procedure into Leilani's upper torso and arms. The arms received a spiraling treatment that created a swirl pattern that went up the full length of the limb before connecting into the soon to be upper torso scripture, which had far more dense patterns as they converged on the encircled left breast. Finishing both arms Atreyu quickly followed his routine and sealed the wounds, not before blood was now slightly dripping from the table and leaving the man now quivering; beat red, and teary eyed.... **"Now now, we're almost done my boy, just your back and chest left now.."** Gripping the paralyzed creatures face with his clawed fingers, causing his cheeks to puff out a bit from the hold. **"Steel yourself though since this will next part smart quite a bit..."** Grinning as a spark of energy that moved from his sudo fangs into his dead eye, the grin twisting into a maddened grimace before roughly letting the man's face go. With a short delay the creature cut into the chest, up to the neck and a crooked fork symbol for each cheek, creating small cuts around the nipple before suddenly flipping the victim with a grunt to access his back of which he sliced away in intention and increased aggression. The two large lines bilateral to the spine were cut deeper than the rest, stopping momentarily to grab his clamps with his claw tips, tears and blood running from the tables front onto the already messy floor. **"And now..."** Using the the clamps to hold the cut open with a sickening squish, holding his palm up to his face the husk generated two rounded diamond shaped crystals with small holes along their surface; the structures twirling in his hand before letting them fall into his grasp. Very slowly the creature rested the glimmering objects inside the gaping wounds, using his bloody claws with the before mentioned needle and wire to sew the objects into the grunts flesh, its glow turning reddish in hue from the fluids glazing on the shining surface. **"Wonderful... one more thing.."** Flipping the man back over on his back, his features were stuck in one of shock with tear stains running from each side of his brown eyes. **"There we go see, just about done.."** Leilani's eyes did not move but just stared at the ceiling while husk began a biopsy of his left nipple, quickly removing it and cutting a downward line to open the area for one last placement of a rounded crystal with similar holes; placing it tenderly and sewing the area closed along with a bit of cleanup and disinfecting. **"And finally..."** The husk placed his claw tips on the wire surrounding the chest, sparks beginning to fly from all parts of his body as he began to glow. Suddenly firing a wave of energy that traveled from the crystal into the wire, and finally into the markings.
> [{quoted}](name=DemonDeceiver ,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=0091,timestamp=2019-05-11T19:43:51.006+0000) > For a brief time he lazily held a claw for pointing to the grunt **"I'll tend to this first and get to you Jason, and your suit Ramira shortly there after..!"** Taking said claw and swiping up at the man's clothing, cleanly slicing away the material before moving forward and ripping away the rest; leaving the Red cap's torso free to the cool air. **"Now unless either of you would like to observe... "** Looking to the Dark woman momentarily. **"Or help... I'll be needing that counter top rather shortly."** "Now, what could you have in mind..." Ramira asked openly trailing off by the time he ripped his shirt. "I did not study just to give up before the gory part." Responding to him while clearing the countertop with a sweep of her hand, taking a step back to observe what's next. >*"Hold out your arms if you would, I need to map my-... Our, little project."** With a degree of maddened grace the husk quickly began scribbling a oh too familiar scripture on his charge's flesh. The red mage wasn't shy to get close, though content to stay just out of his working area. "Incisions?" An educated guess that seemed about right, but what exactly could he be attempting, some sort of enhancement? Then her eyes wandered over the husk, a quiet moment of realization. _"Oh you devil."_ She sounded it out in her thoughts, thrilled. > In a whimsical motion the husk presented a rolled out cloth with various tools ranging from lock picks to his tools of choice, various scalpels, clamps, needles, curettes, pliers, thick wire cutters with extremely thin white wire, and a wonderful mini saw. Looking to Ramira before beginning **"You can calm him if you like, though there is a method to feeling the pain..."** This somewhat erred into another area she was familiar with, flesh shaping though she judged by the incisions he was planning to create something more... _new_ to the senses. When he asked for her Ramira was already behind the young man resting uneasily on the table, hand resting on his shoulder the disturbingly cold sensation likely the least of his problems at the current time. "I can do better than that." Cockily announced while outwards she did nothing really. Still, he seemed to calm down following her comment, a bit drowsy his eyes heavy as stones while looking slightly paler. When she took away her hand a minute later she leaned down to his ear. _"Don't worry, I'll return it."_ He seemed terrified all of a sudden but couldn't do much to object, Heading back over to Atreyu to watch his work. The reassurance was a bit unnecessary but the panicked terror helped her sleep at night. >Worst game of play patient, ever. > With the energy pulse the husk placed into the man, he jolted upward chest out with mouth agape in a pained scream as the markings began to glow a faint aqua green color similar to the how the now destroyed totems once did. His crystal implants flaring to life as the runes drew on their power instead of the young man's life force, hopefully fading out after their purpose was served in a few hours. Afterward a final pulse emanated from the the man, seeming to be a signal for him to pass out; all while Atreyu watched on happily, flask now in hand as he spoke to Ramira but did not turn until the Red cap collapsed. Watched she did, soaking in everything from the red cap's anguish to Atreyu's cruel genius at the end barely able to tear herself away from his work, despite the latent aura of the totems attacking her senses. "Wonderful technique," Ramira stated with a few dry claps of her hands. "I look forward to picking your brain Atreyu, though for next time might I recommend magic? Tools are meant for those that lack the will to use their imagination to its full extent." Not exactly a diss towards him, but more to non-mages. > **"If you'd be so kind as to heal his wounds so I can get to your equipment and WE can get out here finally... But no need to be gentle, he's a tough young lad."** Washing down his equipment with his sterilizer, and discarding the cloth he's used which was for a matter of the one he presented to Red woman previously; falling into a nearby puddle to be forgotten. Looking over to the likely disgusted driller as he spoke up one more. **"He should wake after a an hour maybe less, can use him as a mobile ward until the magic runs dry."** Lifting her hand nonchalantly she responded in kind "no need for impudence, I'll do it if only to hasten our mission." A few steps ahead, then she was at the red cap's side holding out her hands in front of her. "Now let me show you why flesh shaping is not immoral to practice." Closing her eyes Ramira drew upon dark powers that seemed to chill the air around her with a sense of uneasiness. **“Taka sha"** she whispered into the air in an accent that was unrecognizable, a language invented to keep secrets from prying creatures by paranoid liches. Slowly a green sphere shaped in her waiting hands, when it was fully formed Ramira moved her hands inside the sickly green sphere but her hands could vaguely be seen through its ethereal form. **“Filesh tum boresh”** what seemed like green fluid 'leaked' from her hands though really it was just summoned forth to fill the sphere with the necessary elements, once it was full she took out her hands again from its now slick dripping form. Pulling strands of matter from it Ramira threw these green strings over the man's injuries chanting these words again, followed by another one. **"Anka seuri ta filesh."** The strands melded with his skin, pulling the outlying flesh together with ease. For all intents and purposes, he looked as good if not slightly better than before. No ugly stitches, no misshapen skin. A work of art really, but it wasn't quite done yet. Moving the sphere forward she then started to push it down and into his chest, melting into his form until it all but disappeared under it. Mere seconds later cracking, snapping could be heard as the man's insides corrected themselves an occasional twitch of his body where it worked the most in. This went on well for a while until satisfied Ramira dispelled the remnants of her dark magic with a snap of her fingers. When he'd awaken he would find himself far more adjusted to the intrusive equipment, how he would correct it after they were removed was a question perhaps not asked. But for now, he was good, better than before a little bit more freakish. Neglecting to show weakness in public she still couldn't help the exhale that left her bones when it was all done and over bent over the man's resting body, thoroughly spent by a simple operation. It was... humiliating. But her skill remained sharp as a blade, that, she took pride in. > Once his tools were assembled he walked over to just with a satisfied exhale. **"Now i'll just get you two situated so you can be on your way."** Wordlessly she wandered over to Jason and Atreyu, shaken but far from dead though likely late to the conversation. "Show me what you have in mind, I'm a quick learner."
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=008e0000,timestamp=2019-05-05T18:02:01.734+0000) > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=008e,timestamp=2019-04-30T23:17:29.228+0000) > Jason eventually returned back upstairs, reeking of alcohol but more or less sober, adorned in his diving suit but unarmed and holding a jar of what appeared to be pickled, hard boiled eggs under his right arm. He glanced at the stair well as he made his way toward Atreyu and Ramira before siting down in front of them with a thump and shoving an egg into his maw after a momentary pause to flick of excess brine. "So." He began. "I guess its obvious to you two that we can't stay here any longer ay?" Atreyu had fallen into the rhythm of carving various symbols into the wood while mumbling incoherently to himself again for a few hours; getting up only once to examine his broken handy work with skepticism and a hint of scorn before returning to his seat with a few of the shards in an arranged set for reference. Only breaking out of his self induced obsessive behavior once foot steps were heard ascending the stairs nearby, with the scent of an unkempt man with mixed with an unclean brewery wafting up with the driller as he sat down. Despite this a look that could perceived as joy flickered for a moment on the mummies features before returning to its normal semi manic one. **"Good to see you back with us, was beginning to worry id need to drag you back up those rotting planks."** Staying a bit quieter as Ramira spoke, with a familiar tingle of excitement creeping back up as she finished. > "Right. Bilgewater is no lacking of spaces to hide in but if we do not move to counter the mist in a timely manner it won't matter much. I've heard that the water is telling secrets, or as the 'caps' eloquently told me. 'Something is stirring in the depths'." "It may be worth investigating if your suits are up to the task." Suddenly rising from his seat the husk quickly snapped to Jason with a sense of glee in his voice as he spoke up. **"I can have similar suits to the ones I made for Napra ready in a much faster spell, at the very least it'll give us a way to sneak by unnoticed. From what I saw you have quite a few suits in stock... "** Now snapping to the red woman with equally sudden enthusiasm, looking her up and down. **"Im going to need you're measurements my dear companion... Also- "** Pointing at the driller while still starring at Ramira, turning his head to face Jason again slowly; possibly for dramatic effect. **"I'll need any spare suits you have, and a "willing" volunteer..."** Rotating his whole body to face a nearby red cap with a look of menacing glee that was hard to hide. **"My dear boy could you come over for a moment? I need you to serve your countrymen, and well.. us. For just one more go around if you'd ever be so inclined!?"** Presenting a crystal spire that danced with energy, illuminating his gnarled features.
> [{quoted}](name=DemonDeceiver ,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=008f,timestamp=2019-05-05T19:10:34.863+0000) > Suddenly rising from his seat the husk quickly snapped to Jason with a sense of glee in his voice as he spoke up. **"I can have similar suits to the ones I made for Napra ready in a much faster spell, at the very least it'll give us a way to sneak by unnoticed. From what I saw you have quite a few suits in stock... "** Now snapping to the red woman with equally sudden enthusiasm, looking her up and down. **"Im going to need you're measurements my dear companion... Also- "** Pointing at the driller while still starring at Ramira, turning his head to face Jason again slowly; possibly for dramatic effect. **"I'll need any spare suits you have, and a "willing" volunteer..."** "Though magic is far from simple to work with, especially when working with others I'd be more than happy to lend a hand." Not out of cheery altruism but rather to escape this rotten bar today. **"152 centimetres, plus..."** Efficiently blurting her measurements out in a quick but comprehensible manner. > Rotating his whole body to face a nearby red cap with a look of menacing glee that was hard to hide. **"My dear boy could you come over for a moment? I need you to serve your countrymen, and well.. us. For just one more go around if you'd ever be so inclined!?"** Presenting a crystal spire that danced with energy, illuminating his gnarled features. Where was the glorious leader of the red caps now? Not that she needed help when it came to experimentation but a little diplomacy usually went well. Still, she prepared to intercept as seen by her moving in his path a few meters ahead of the door faking a need to stretch her limbs. > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=0090,timestamp=2019-05-06T15:50:54.553+0000) >Jason gave Ramira a long, hard look regarding the idea the 'water' is talking, silently wondering if she too had lost her marbles like the young Tsuki had. "Not too surprising considering the mist _is_ magical in nature, perhaps our boy has some counter wards to just that issue? In any way I might be able to direct its wrath should it consider us intruding on its territory, I shan't worry about sea monsters when the Bloodharbor ripper lurks in the mud somewhere." >Well with that settled, me and Ramira will go investigate the whispering water while you.....do whatever you got going on in your head. Also if you get the chance, try to see if you can stir the..." Jason closed his good eye and inhaled deeply before speaking. "Young lady from her sleep." Not even flinching at Jason's blunt manners she merely rolled her eyes at having to pluck out another piece of glass stabbed into her pale hand, clearly unhappy by the prospect of actually having to risk her life in the water. "I never agreed specifically on _diving,_ I am far too old to be swimming around in the depths." Now looking around once she gave way to a dreary sigh. "But I will die on my feet, not in some dainty bar. Show me how to effectively use these suits of yours, I will make the best of it." His mentioning of Tsuki made her gesture to the young mage placed against the bar. "I have an idea myself, but you won't like it I suspect. I'll leave it to you Atreuy but if she does not awaken I will do it my way," now looking back at Jason. "Jason."
: Ask The Rebel
>_((If you manage to read this before our mods swoop down on me or something I just want to know that your claim is as legit as the other Xayah if anyone else says otherwise fuck 'em the slack of our current mods has yet to be picked up, and you aren't the first to get burned by it. So keep your head high my dear bird. Oh, and ignore the downvotes we have some petty circlejerks around these parts that are best left ignored.))_ --- "I quite like these lands, mother. they are rich not only in appearance." [Myrna](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jwOORkjNqj18sg3Dn5qTyYEHKTjcD9NqweRdFwHwqdk/edit?usp=sharing) observed from the boat deck, next to her mother who carried a more reserved, stoic expression broken momentarily by a smirk. **"That they are. Remember to behave; we are far from Noxus' shadow."** Putting her own hands behind her back like her mother Myrna quietly responded. "As always Mother I shall strive to follow your rules." It seemed cold almost clinical, but this charade was something both of them had grown fond of. **"Soon enough you will outgrow the need for rules, but until then I expect you to obey."** Her mother's pale features turned to look at her now, one hand ruffling her hair. **"Go now, we'll be here for quite a while the day is yours."** Motioning at the gangplank splayed in front of them leading onto the docks. --- Morning passed into early midday on the back of a carriage that carried her deep into vastayan lands, _most_ wouldn't know where to look for something exciting, but she wasn't like most folks. Besides, you could find humans just about anywhere these days she desired something a bit more exciting and new when the carriage had dropped her off by a beaten path the young child alone, only accompanied by a black orb with purple accents that bubbled ever behind her head. She wasn't quite sure what she'd find, but if not here then surely this path had to lead somewhere, maybe a village with something delicious on a menu, to eat. _"Maybe milkshakes?"_ Quietly thinking to herself whilst taking in an environment she was anything but used to, magic seemed to thrum and vibrate off just about anything even leaves she passed. "Definitely has to be milkshakes~!" Repeated out loud confidently with a short smile. Careful not to trample anything but at the same time carrying herself on a playful bordering on innocent skipping nature, Myrna seemed all but happy, neither lost nor bored though filled with anticipation.
: > [{quoted}](name=Rakan Mielle,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-03T21:06:14.026+0000) > > "Me? Accuse you of such a thing? Never." *Rakan had taken the shove and, surprisingly, swept and spun, now standing tall before Marr, arms splayed wide as the music seemed to pick up slightly.* "Almost like how the axeheads would *never* release child soldiers, right?" *The grin only got wider, as he pulled out a pocket mirror, and decided, in that moment, that it was the perfect time to do up his hair for a second or three.* > *In the middle of a fight.* > *And he was* smiling*, like it was all some kind of joke.* **"Hrm."** Grunting back at him lost for a line, but Rakan proved able to stall himself perfectly fine. **"It is not right. Nor necessary. But it happened, I won't pretend that child soldiers are anything but horrible but every nation has its sins I can only work to prevent it from happening once more."** > "Or accidentally kill their own. Surely, that never happened either?" *With the pocket mirror away, he looked around for a moment.* > "Oh, most certainly someone like you would be sorely missed by those of a higher rank than you. If they even cared." *A short burst of laughter, and still Rakan smiled on;* "There had even been disappearances of my kin who had decided, rather poorly might I add, to help Noxus when they were being rewarded, probably killed for their blood. Imagine that. **"A hundred soldiers for a thousand. It is... logical. If I die I die securing tribe Oramu's future."** Pressing her teeth together tight-lipped to the last. **"You taunt your own kind as if their choices are less than yours. I do not know everything that happens in our nation, but the Oramu clearly still stand and proudly at that with Noxus. That alone punches a hole in your conspiracy theory."** > "Now... I ask you again, who's really the ones being defended by Noxus guards every three feet?" *He came in very close, and managed to grab hold of Marr's hand, but simply spun around, being sure to be a fair distance away, slightly twisting his own arm so he clearly had, at the minimum, a slight advantage in a fight.* Push came to shove, or in this case, push came to being spun around in a way she found not so amusing releasing her hand with a grumpy face. **"Your sense of sarcasm is impeccable."** She retorted, half-heartedly imagining using a horn to blow that smug look away ten feet up in the air. If only he hadn't wings... **"Noxus may be flawed but we are not afraid to admit it. Has our kind truly become so delusional we can no longer admit that our past is not perfect either? I remember stories of tribes of old practising cannibalism, human sacrifice. Fighters. Now we are flower pickers clinging desperately to the last sources of wild magic." ** Not chasing after him just yet she seemed to plead for but a long moment. **"Tell me not that you wouldn't like seeing the Lhotan' restored to their former glory. With Noxus we can have that future, we can't afford stagnation that your rebellion so aggressively tries to enforce My kind would have died long ago had we not picked up arms against the invaders."** > "And if I'm the ignorant one, then what makes you think that you aren't equally blind?" *He spun close, leaned down - over any blade, if one was drawn - and whispered;* > "*Did you really need to kill anyone, for yourself? So you could live? Or others, of your own kin? Or did you do it because they* told *you to? So that you wouldn't be killed for disobedence? Or so your family wasn't threatened?*" Shorter and by far slower to pick up speed Marr barely had time to take a step before Rakan had spun around again, a metal glove promptly harshly smacking the side of his face in irritation. **"The world is not black and white, it is about time you started to see it in the grey shades of life."** Rubbing her gloved hand Marr looked up at him quite so tired by the antics. **"I have never been threatened nor has my family suffered for my shortcomings. Noxus follows but two rules, treason will be met with death, the second is that we do not retreat. So I don't."** Pointing a thumb at her visible scars. **"What is worse, to kill for emperor and country or killing for a rebellion that lacks aim or purpose. One step above scoundrel, a step below cutthroat."** **"Let's say you free Ionia, then what?"** She asked while cutting air. **"Ionians are not only incompetent leaders but treaty breakers. The first lands _need_ correction. Only by weeding out corruption and arming ourselves can we ever become united. You would trim the branches when the roots are rotten beneath. Only by uprooting it can we ever advance beyond the stagnation, this illusion that the world will be at peace."** Taking a sudden swing at him from the right Marr circled him, as best one could in the face of a much faster opponent. **"You have more in common with Noxus than any of them. Forget Vastaya, forget the labels. See what I see."**
> [{quoted}](name=Rakan Mielle,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000004,timestamp=2019-05-08T20:37:54.629+0000) >Politics, politics, but what about second politics? Marr only shook her head while removing the bolt, retracting the arms she resorted to leaning on it. **"I cannot fault any of you for your decisions, I can only hope to find level headed discussion. But when Noxus come, and we will come, I hope to have changed your minds by then. I want not to shed our kins blood any more than necessity demands. So take your pride, and cherish it."** > *Rakan, the whole time, had only been taking enough time - with the pocket watch opened so he could keep an eye on Marr, in case she tried anything - only bothered getting to the bar, and obtaining another bottle of sake.* > *The cork was pulled loudly, and he poured himself a drink.* > *...* > *Aw hell, who am I kidding? He chugged half the bottle, wiping the excess away from his lips. He thanked the tender a moment later, resealing it for later.* > > "What do I think?" *He smiled, closing the pocket mirror and sliding it into the folds of his clothing.* "I think you just lost. And you're borderline insane. And a total fool. Probably also a half-Yordle, if I were to wager the rest of this Sake about it." > *He was still smiling. It never went away.* Following Rakan with her eyes, the elder vastaya shrugged indifferently, though hurt on the inside from no fault of her own. Maybe she should have been less direct, or more. Once more experience proved little use in the face of brilliant if misguided souls who were proud to the last to her... admiration. **"Perhaps. But war is not won or lost in a single battle. You've made me look like an ass and that is partly my fault, but I am undeterred. We are far from the endgame but close enough to drink in our defeats until we learn to float."** True to her own words she returned to her table, downing half a glass of mead. _**"Warm. Of course."**_ Thinking to herself while swirling the liquid absently in the glass by shaking it. > *Rakan's smile, still somehow somewhat eerie, but equally... heartwarming? How, though?* > "Noxus doesn't help for free. You scratch their back, they'll scratch yours. But when they ask, they ain't askin' - they're *telling*. You know that as well as anyone else who 'accepted' Noxian rule. And if you say no... they'll snap your spine like it was a twig in a forest, because they really don't care about you. > "Nothing but a bunch of power-hungry, dull-edged axeheads. And I pity them." Looking back up at him Marr smiled back. **"For someone who can't pay attention very well I find your stare a constant one."** Leaning back she slicked back her fur, slowly but surely putting on the left behind helmet once more, heading pounding slightly from the proceedings. **"Only a naive creature expects help for free.** Came the retort, **"a smidge dramatic would you not agree? I sleep well knowing that Noxus backs my claims here in Ionia with supply lines & a warband under my supervision, I may be expected to serve but what is a few years of service? We all live long lives, humans and vastaya alike. "** Putting down the empty boot Marr let out a short grunt. **"But I digress and rest my case for today. I'm no fool, Noxus colours are not usually welcomed within these borders, I have quite obviously overstayed my welcome. There will be a tomorrow, perhaps then we shall settle our differences."** Hopping off the chair the stout vastaya started to move out, stopping only to sternly add. **"Rakan."** It was personal to some small degree, though mostly she'd enjoy breaking this little rebellion before it grew too large to stem. Now, where could one find the violet raven... A concern for tomorrow indeed. Too much time had been wasted on this 'venture, it was time to regroup and reassess the plan. Yet she could not help but look back as she left the village, a gut feeling as to what may happen to its residents if the game took a turn towards war. Maybe another letter adressed to the Grand General? Anything to urge a solution other than all-out war. But she was getting ahead of herself,_ tomorrow. _ she reminded herself as she set out.
: > [{quoted}](name=Rakan Mielle,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-03T21:06:14.026+0000) > > "Me? Accuse you of such a thing? Never." *Rakan had taken the shove and, surprisingly, swept and spun, now standing tall before Marr, arms splayed wide as the music seemed to pick up slightly.* "Almost like how the axeheads would *never* release child soldiers, right?" *The grin only got wider, as he pulled out a pocket mirror, and decided, in that moment, that it was the perfect time to do up his hair for a second or three.* > *In the middle of a fight.* > *And he was* smiling*, like it was all some kind of joke.* **"Hrm."** Grunting back at him lost for a line, but Rakan proved able to stall himself perfectly fine. **"It is not right. Nor necessary. But it happened, I won't pretend that child soldiers are anything but horrible but every nation has its sins I can only work to prevent it from happening once more."** > "Or accidentally kill their own. Surely, that never happened either?" *With the pocket mirror away, he looked around for a moment.* > "Oh, most certainly someone like you would be sorely missed by those of a higher rank than you. If they even cared." *A short burst of laughter, and still Rakan smiled on;* "There had even been disappearances of my kin who had decided, rather poorly might I add, to help Noxus when they were being rewarded, probably killed for their blood. Imagine that. **"A hundred soldiers for a thousand. It is... logical. If I die I die securing tribe Oramu's future."** Pressing her teeth together tight-lipped to the last. **"You taunt your own kind as if their choices are less than yours. I do not know everything that happens in our nation, but the Oramu clearly still stand and proudly at that with Noxus. That alone punches a hole in your conspiracy theory."** > "Now... I ask you again, who's really the ones being defended by Noxus guards every three feet?" *He came in very close, and managed to grab hold of Marr's hand, but simply spun around, being sure to be a fair distance away, slightly twisting his own arm so he clearly had, at the minimum, a slight advantage in a fight.* Push came to shove, or in this case, push came to being spun around in a way she found not so amusing releasing her hand with a grumpy face. **"Your sense of sarcasm is impeccable."** She retorted, half-heartedly imagining using a horn to blow that smug look away ten feet up in the air. If only he hadn't wings... **"Noxus may be flawed but we are not afraid to admit it. Has our kind truly become so delusional we can no longer admit that our past is not perfect either? I remember stories of tribes of old practising cannibalism, human sacrifice. Fighters. Now we are flower pickers clinging desperately to the last sources of wild magic." ** Not chasing after him just yet she seemed to plead for but a long moment. **"Tell me not that you wouldn't like seeing the Lhotan' restored to their former glory. With Noxus we can have that future, we can't afford stagnation that your rebellion so aggressively tries to enforce My kind would have died long ago had we not picked up arms against the invaders."** > "And if I'm the ignorant one, then what makes you think that you aren't equally blind?" *He spun close, leaned down - over any blade, if one was drawn - and whispered;* > "*Did you really need to kill anyone, for yourself? So you could live? Or others, of your own kin? Or did you do it because they* told *you to? So that you wouldn't be killed for disobedence? Or so your family wasn't threatened?*" Shorter and by far slower to pick up speed Marr barely had time to take a step before Rakan had spun around again, a metal glove promptly harshly smacking the side of his face in irritation. **"The world is not black and white, it is about time you started to see it in the grey shades of life."** Rubbing her gloved hand Marr looked up at him quite so tired by the antics. **"I have never been threatened nor has my family suffered for my shortcomings. Noxus follows but two rules, treason will be met with death, the second is that we do not retreat. So I don't."** Pointing a thumb at her visible scars. **"What is worse, to kill for emperor and country or killing for a rebellion that lacks aim or purpose. One step above scoundrel, a step below cutthroat."** **"Let's say you free Ionia, then what?"** She asked while cutting air. **"Ionians are not only incompetent leaders but treaty breakers. The first lands _need_ correction. Only by weeding out corruption and arming ourselves can we ever become united. You would trim the branches when the roots are rotten beneath. Only by uprooting it can we ever advance beyond the stagnation, this illusion that the world will be at peace."** Taking a sudden swing at him from the right Marr circled him, as best one could in the face of a much faster opponent. **"You have more in common with Noxus than any of them. Forget Vastaya, forget the labels. See what I see."**
> [{quoted}](name=Rakan Mielle,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000002,timestamp=2019-05-05T01:22:10.188+0000) >*(YOU HAVE NO MANAAAAAAAA)* > *Nut assault or not, Rakan was not dissuaded.* > *As Marr was thrown from the ground, there would be a sudden uplifting force as she - and Rakan - were lifted near the ceiling, the Lhothan grabbing onto the chandler for a moment, knocking off a shot-glass that had been placed there as a betting bucket to see who could knock coins into it, before sliding to the ground, before sliding to the ground and catching Marr for a moment, spinning in a circle and swinging her out so that she was left twirling around for a moment, bowing at the end of the maneuver.* If there was but one thing she hated more than water it was any form of flight, it left her violently ill at best as evident by her flailing her arms around like a bird without wings eyes closed in terror (slight exaggeration). But before she could kiss the floor Rakan swept her up, the short vastayan swinging around head on smacking a chair. **"Urgh."** Groaning she leaned on said for a moment, waving away the grumpy expression the oversized kitty carried. **"Not. a. peep. I'm elderly I'm allowed to take breaks."** Nut launcher still tightly held she fixed her eyes on the charmer. **"Now, where were we?"** > "They came because they saw riches that were not theirs - that they lusted for. Don't lie to yourself, it only makes the delusions more insane in nature." *After the showing of his cape, he - again - had the pocket mirror out, this time spinning it on it's edge across the back of his palm, before catching it in hand; snapped it open, and began fixing his hair. Again.* > *He was facing away from Marr, but had the mirror allowing him to keep an eye out for any sudden movements.* **"Everyone lusts for something, Noxians are just blun- HEY IM TALKING TO YOU!"** Out of patience for his shenanigans her seething frustration took a turn for the worse as she pulled one horn loose it seemed more primal than the others, binded in the hardened skin of a Vulkodalk she blew it, producing a short-lived shrill but thrilling noise that made her heart pump. Uncanny speed enveloped her as she set up to charge, closing the distance in a blink with a hop at the end, attempting to smack his precious locket to the ground. > *For a moment, Rakan laughed.* "You really are just another axehead. Waiting to be sharpened, only to be dulled and turned blunt from violence that you would enact. Excusing every vile deed done to get what your precious little commune wants, justifying the means of an end. Justifying wounding of a land, wounding of the spirits around us." > *If Marr could even see details in the mirror, she would have noticed Rakan's face practically in a snarl.* > "Justifying the rape of the wild magics we strive to protect." > > *The hand mirror snapped shut.* She wasn't about nearly done with this oversized chick, rolling past him and landing on her feet the vastaya set up to charge again, but stopped as he spoke with a tinest hint of anger in his features, smiling gently at him, though it carried a smugness of 'knows it all' only a grandma could possibly summon. **"Oh honey, let me help you."** > "No, I'm clearly wrong. We should allow these Noxian overlords you kneel to, all of them, to trample over us and take whatever they so damn well please from us. Whether it be blood or young, body or soul." > *Rakan sighed, and turned.* > "Clearly, allowing them to do what they wish - to kill, without discretion - is right. Or maybe... just *maybe*... it's right because we get to survive, for a little while." **"Tribe Oramu has but grown under Noxus' banners, as far as I'm aware every other tribe is still suffering in some ways. Most of them can't even fight, they waste away imprisoned by Ionians, whilst we use Wild magic to protect our borders, make a bad season of crop turn into a bountiful harvest. I ask again, what have _you_ done for the cause besides killing who you please. You are the very face of Vastayan apathy that plagues our kind. You see only tomorrow, I see the future I leave for my firstborns." ** > "But which do you prefer? An existence without meaning, or a brief life with?" > *Where there had once been a smile, was now a scowel. A relatively sour expression, with one word following his phrases.* > > "*Mu-Takl.*" > > *At that, the room went dead silent; everyone inside, now staring. The Kiilash's massive paw at his knife, the young Lhothan girl seemingly on the verge of tears, the Marai simply staring while staying upright via their staff.* > *Even the Shimon seemed to realize something serious was on the verge of going down - halted the counting of coinage to stare.* Any witty retort or smugness drained away at his last remark, a hard stomp on the wood floor followed by an expression of sheer unbridled anger. **"You dare to use that word, you... scum of Runeterra."** As quickly as her mood changed Marr flung over the crossbow hanging over her back into her hands, nocking an arrow she aimed it right at his head. **"You wish to know what happens to those that call me, my family, tribe, Mu-takl? I mount their heads on pikes outside our borders."** **"I will not be called a traitor to our blood when I have done nothing but trying to save our godforsaken species from EXTINCTION."** Looking to the gathered crowd who were getting roused by the action she adressed them at long last. **"You would stand with someone who shuns another for their beliefs? If you do, you disgust me but more importantly, you shame your ancestors."** She took in all of their faces, one by one meeting their eyes with her own. **"You, Kiilash of the land tribes! Your kind hunt for the glory, honor of the kill. I judge not you, will you not stand by me as our kind withers away? I offer freedom, not oppression. The world _should_ be our hunting ground and the world should rightfully fear our name." ** **"Sweet girl."** She pleaded to the Lhotan. **"Are you not tired of being afraid? I've been tired for so long, but it wasn't until Noxus came I understood I could learn not to fear. Be a predator before your enemies, a kind soul to your family."** Her voice on the verge of breaking but held its firm pleading tone. **"Once you find your balance, you'll never want to go back. Take a stand, here and now."** Now she looked at the Marai, shifting her weight uncomfortably from holding her weapon trained on Rakan for so long a knot in her stomach. **"Marai of the eighteen free seas, I know little of the demons that plague your kind, but I know you are willing to fight. Is the Oramu cause not just? We fight not to kill, but to have a say in a world that rapidly changes. Pledge your strength born of oceans to Noxus, mend our soldiers, teach humanity values you hold. You can have a say in politics not only below but above sea, stop pollution that spills from Zaun like a wound with your knowledge."** Finally, she came to the Shimon, a ghost of a smile crossing her features.**"Young Shimon, your tribe's ever-climbing path to wisdom warms my heart, but it aches knowing that era is coming to an end. But tribe Shimon needs not to pledge all of its people to fight, stand tall with Noxus, guide them with your wisdom and heart. Your kind are clever... prone to creative thinking, you would make tacticians, unlike anything they have seen before." ** Now looking back up at Rakan she felt her finger on the trigger, but let it go with a heavy sigh lowering the crossbow. **"You will not die this day Rakan of tribe Lhotan. Noxus is better than oppressing free thinkers. So I ask all of you yet again. What do _you_ choose?"**
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: >**PLOT PROGRESSION** For the remainder of the night, The Red Caps and remaining survivors of the bar kept to their own devices leaving Ramira and Atreyu to their own devices while many were unable to sleep due to the air of anxiety and fresh wounds keeping such luxuries at bay but made some effort to repair some of the barricades though the lack of resources allowed little progress. Over the next few hours a few survivors and Red Caps abandoned the bar, willing to take their luck on their own rather then stay and risk further attack. Regardless, many of the faces of the survivors had glazed, exhausted looks and barely mustered any reaction when approached but at the very least the undead seemed to be preoccupied for the time leaving the night mostly quiet aside from Jason yells of frustration and anger but so far kept to his own devices. ____ >Day 3 The gloom seemed to be exceptionally dark this time around but not due to magic but the sheer amount of acrid, black smoke choking the sky that held a bright orange glow and the faint crackling of burning wood in the distance. Even more concerning was that the sea levels had risen noticeable and could now be seen down the incline when they had been many meters below when they had first been lead up to high ground, could now be seen glistening not but hundred or so feet away, with some even claiming to hear whispering coming from the water but so far none had the courage it investigate. In regard to the survivors, the divided what little the bar had left intact after the raid with their meal consisting of whatever they managed to scrounge up. Regardless it was far from a filling meal for the starving Red Caps but we more then happy to having something more then thin gruel thickened with saw dust for once. Jason eventually returned back upstairs, reeking of alcohol but more or less sober, adorned in his diving suit but unarmed and holding a jar of what appeared to be pickled, hard boiled eggs under his right arm. He glanced at the stair well as he made his way toward Atreyu and Ramira before siting down in front of them with a thump and shoving an egg into his maw after a momentary pause to flick of excess brine. **"So."** He began. **"I guess its obvious to you two that we can't stay here any longer ay?"**
> [{quoted}](name=DemonDeceiver ,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=008d,timestamp=2019-04-30T02:18:29.272+0000) > > **"If you could have done it, reached out with your own power into the world and taken it. Would you be able to stomach that choice for the rest of eternity knowing you didn't earn it..?"** His voice carrying a certain demented chill to it as he finished, his claw no longer moving in a circle and now digging into the already marked up table. **"I planned to aid you anyway should the locals have sniffed you out... I despise blind faith like that, why I wish that shiny blue and gold city would sink into the earth. So long as you didn't go around killing babies and bring it on yourself or some nonsense, than I could safely say you're on your own."** "Of course. Forget those that claim 'power' is meant to be earned, it is to be taken. Your strength is still your own, you have merely expanded your potential." Pausing to reflect upon his words before nodding gratefully. "Good. I shall strive to watch your back in turn." > Taking a deep sigh as the creature tried to relax himself with some success. **"My questions are mainly how have you handled forever..? What you are able to feel and that sort of thing..."** Rubbing his forehead for a moment he tried to change topic back to the issue of their "goal" , almost hitting his head off the counter in delayed response to the red woman's answer... **"So we're back to square one... Only thing I can suggest is to find another temple, maybe a few more pieces so we can get something out of this. And if it repelled you its becoming quite proficient, or at least more powerful..."** Shaking his hand a bit he looked toward the stairwells with a now slightly humorous expression. **"In a little while, want to me to retrieve the corpse downstairs while you pull down the one upstairs?"** "Immortality has its price." She admitted, rolling her hand to come up with a half decent explanation. "Taste, touch, colour... you no longer feel or sense the world as it is. Sometimes you don't see the trees, only the roots. But I have forever, and a loving husband at my side. It won't be long until death becomes wholly superior to life." Only now did she seemed bothered by the discussion, as evident by her attending to her limp arm straightening it back in place with a disturbing crack that smacked the surrounding area loudly. "I can't say I like the idea of entering those temples but wards would be useful in this scenario, as for whatever hunts us we'll simply have to see. I have merely touched the beginning of its long trails." > "In a little while, want to me to retrieve the corpse downstairs while you pull down the one upstairs?" "I see no reason to bring the little mage with us, but I suppose it's better to let her rot out here than alone in a dusty room." The closest thing to a yes. > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=008e,timestamp=2019-04-30T23:17:29.228+0000) > The gloom seemed to be exceptionally dark this time around but not due to magic but the sheer amount of acrid, black smoke choking the sky that held a bright orange glow and the faint crackling of burning wood in the distance. Even more concerning was that the sea levels had risen noticeable and could now be seen down the incline when they had been many meters below when they had first been lead up to high ground, could now be seen glistening not but hundred or so feet away, with some even claiming to hear whispering coming from the water but so far none had the courage it investigate. In regard to the survivors, the divided what little the bar had left intact after the raid with their meal consisting of whatever they managed to scrounge up. Regardless it was far from a filling meal for the starving Red Caps but we more then happy to having something more then thin gruel thickened with saw dust for once. Night had been uneventful, like many others Ramira did not sleep preferring to keep busy through what looked like meditation to outsiders sitting in a corner unmoving and deadly silent. When morning came she had only gotten up twice, to inspect the outside which seemed delightfully grim to her surprise. And earlier in the night dragging down Tsuki and laying her to rest against the bar. > Jason eventually returned back upstairs, reeking of alcohol but more or less sober, adorned in his diving suit but unarmed and holding a jar of what appeared to be pickled, hard boiled eggs under his right arm. He glanced at the stair well as he made his way toward Atreyu and Ramira before siting down in front of them with a thump and shoving an egg into his maw after a momentary pause to flick of excess brine. **"So."** He began. **"I guess its obvious to you two that we can't stay here any longer ay?"** Wandering back she was met by the sight of an unholy monster, oh, no, the diver devouring something that likely used to be an egg in a can. Moving behind the bar she leaned on it. "Right. Bilgewater is no lacking of spaces to hide in but if we do not move to counter the mist in a timely manner it won't matter much. I've heard that the water is telling secrets, or as the 'caps' eloquently told me. 'Something is stirring in the depths'." "It may be worth investigating if your suits are up to the task."
: > [{quoted}](name=Rakan Mielle,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-03T21:06:14.026+0000) > > "Me? Accuse you of such a thing? Never." *Rakan had taken the shove and, surprisingly, swept and spun, now standing tall before Marr, arms splayed wide as the music seemed to pick up slightly.* "Almost like how the axeheads would *never* release child soldiers, right?" *The grin only got wider, as he pulled out a pocket mirror, and decided, in that moment, that it was the perfect time to do up his hair for a second or three.* > *In the middle of a fight.* > *And he was* smiling*, like it was all some kind of joke.* **"Hrm."** Grunting back at him lost for a line, but Rakan proved able to stall himself perfectly fine. **"It is not right. Nor necessary. But it happened, I won't pretend that child soldiers are anything but horrible but every nation has its sins I can only work to prevent it from happening once more."** > "Or accidentally kill their own. Surely, that never happened either?" *With the pocket mirror away, he looked around for a moment.* > "Oh, most certainly someone like you would be sorely missed by those of a higher rank than you. If they even cared." *A short burst of laughter, and still Rakan smiled on;* "There had even been disappearances of my kin who had decided, rather poorly might I add, to help Noxus when they were being rewarded, probably killed for their blood. Imagine that. **"A hundred soldiers for a thousand. It is... logical. If I die I die securing tribe Oramu's future."** Pressing her teeth together tight-lipped to the last. **"You taunt your own kind as if their choices are less than yours. I do not know everything that happens in our nation, but the Oramu clearly still stand and proudly at that with Noxus. That alone punches a hole in your conspiracy theory."** > "Now... I ask you again, who's really the ones being defended by Noxus guards every three feet?" *He came in very close, and managed to grab hold of Marr's hand, but simply spun around, being sure to be a fair distance away, slightly twisting his own arm so he clearly had, at the minimum, a slight advantage in a fight.* Push came to shove, or in this case, push came to being spun around in a way she found not so amusing releasing her hand with a grumpy face. **"Your sense of sarcasm is impeccable."** She retorted, half-heartedly imagining using a horn to blow that smug look away ten feet up in the air. If only he hadn't wings... **"Noxus may be flawed but we are not afraid to admit it. Has our kind truly become so delusional we can no longer admit that our past is not perfect either? I remember stories of tribes of old practising cannibalism, human sacrifice. Fighters. Now we are flower pickers clinging desperately to the last sources of wild magic." ** Not chasing after him just yet she seemed to plead for but a long moment. **"Tell me not that you wouldn't like seeing the Lhotan' restored to their former glory. With Noxus we can have that future, we can't afford stagnation that your rebellion so aggressively tries to enforce My kind would have died long ago had we not picked up arms against the invaders."** > "And if I'm the ignorant one, then what makes you think that you aren't equally blind?" *He spun close, leaned down - over any blade, if one was drawn - and whispered;* > "*Did you really need to kill anyone, for yourself? So you could live? Or others, of your own kin? Or did you do it because they* told *you to? So that you wouldn't be killed for disobedence? Or so your family wasn't threatened?*" Shorter and by far slower to pick up speed Marr barely had time to take a step before Rakan had spun around again, a metal glove promptly harshly smacking the side of his face in irritation. **"The world is not black and white, it is about time you started to see it in the grey shades of life."** Rubbing her gloved hand Marr looked up at him quite so tired by the antics. **"I have never been threatened nor has my family suffered for my shortcomings. Noxus follows but two rules, treason will be met with death, the second is that we do not retreat. So I don't."** Pointing a thumb at her visible scars. **"What is worse, to kill for emperor and country or killing for a rebellion that lacks aim or purpose. One step above scoundrel, a step below cutthroat."** **"Let's say you free Ionia, then what?"** She asked while cutting air. **"Ionians are not only incompetent leaders but treaty breakers. The first lands _need_ correction. Only by weeding out corruption and arming ourselves can we ever become united. You would trim the branches when the roots are rotten beneath. Only by uprooting it can we ever advance beyond the stagnation, this illusion that the world will be at peace."** Taking a sudden swing at him from the right Marr circled him, as best one could in the face of a much faster opponent. **"You have more in common with Noxus than any of them. Forget Vastaya, forget the labels. See what I see."**
> [{quoted}](name=Rakan Mielle,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-03T23:05:01.914+0000) > > "You mistake seeing the shortcomings of others as taunt. But you only seemed to-" > *That stung a little, and Rakan only came back with an even larger smile on his face. How the hell he's not missing teeth, or at least bleeding from the lip, well... Vastaya are known to be relatively durable, especially compared to humans.* Couldn't help but chuckle gruffly as he was interrupted mid-speech. **"Don't speak your mouth full."** Short-lived as his wide smile only seemed to get wider. Bloody masochists... > "Oh, trust me, we *will* see that day, but we're going to do it ourselves. We won't need anyone other than ourselves to do it, and I'll be *damned* to see that day stolen by anyone other than our own. You justify the loss of your life when it really, *really* wasn't needed. Noxus could have spoken of trade, of commerce... but instead, they came with weapons and war." *The smile, it never went away, always shining back. Almost as brightly as his cloak, but almost as eerie as how he seemed to maintain a positive attitude throughout - how his voice never seemed to waver.* **"That sort of dated thinking lead to Noxus marching freely on the human capital."**´Sighing in annoyance she slid back towards the table landing by her bag which she quickly rifled through, taking out a slingshot and a few nuts that were originally supposed to be fuel, now better used as aim practice. **"They came because we were not prepared, our military is still laughable! Pans and rolling pins? If nothing else it was out of pity."** > "Yet you call anyone forced to defend themselves a soldier. And you also state that children forced to fight - children just barely old enough to swing a blade - is wrong. Which is it?" *At this point, the Kiilash with the knife was watching the conversation, and seemed to start getting up and out of their rather heavily compressed seat, only for Rakan to raise a hand - for them to stop.* > *They nodded, respecting Rakan's wishes to keep this a more intimate dance.* Loading up a nut she aimed it at his face, letting it loose sort of taking care not to hit anyone else, a bar fight would improve the mood around these woods but perhaps not with a Noxian starting it. **"We're all soldiers now. Doesn't matter how old we are, if you can swing a sword you should damn well be taught to use it. There is a difference between child soldiers and teaching a boy not to cut himself on a weapon's edge."** > "Would you want to see your own children fighting, as young as those your precious Warmaster ordered be slaughtered?" *For a moment, Rakan seemed to give a slight bow, the entirety of his cloak held up partially with his right hand,* "Remember just who started it, Marri-warri, and remember how they started it. > "You want proof that Noxus is evil? Why don't you look in the mirror of the past and tell me what you see." > *He then dashed forwards with unnerving speed, his golden cloak swinging; the move was threatening to sweep Marr's legs out from under her, if she couldn't react fast enough.* Aiming up at him again she was woefully unprepared for his sheer speed, the cloak swooped under her earning her a hard fall on her rump with a dazed groan, though far from defeated as she got up on her feet again. **"No, but I would rather see them die fighting than be slaughtered like our people were in the occupation!"** Taking sight between his eyes another nut was let loose. **"I see a misguided empire brought down by cruel emperors, that time is long since passed with Jericho Swain's rise to Grand General. The Trifarix may not be perfect but they lead with _honor_ and that is enough for me."** **"Get it through your damn thick head."**
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-03T20:40:04.479+0000) > >ty 4 fix m'broddah > >Now, BACK TO THE BAR ~~FIGHT!~~ Err... DANCE! "Me? Accuse you of such a thing? Never." *Rakan had taken the shove and, surprisingly, swept and spun, now standing tall before Marr, arms splayed wide as the music seemed to pick up slightly.* "Almost like how the axeheads would *never* release child soldiers, right?" *The grin only got wider, as he pulled out a pocket mirror, and decided, in that moment, that it was the perfect time to do up his hair for a second or three.* *In the middle of a fight.* *And he was* smiling*, like it was all some kind of joke.* "Or accidentally kill their own. Surely, that never happened either?" *With the pocket mirror away, he looked around for a moment.* "Oh, most certainly someone like you would be sorely missed by those of a higher rank than you. If they even cared." *A short burst of laughter, and still Rakan smiled on;* "There had even been disappearances of my kin who had decided, rather poorly might I add, to help Noxus when they were being rewarded, probably killed for their blood. Imagine that. "Now... I ask you again, who's really the ones being defended by Noxus guards every three feet?" *He came in very close, and managed to grab hold of Marr's hand, but simply spun around, being sure to be a fair distance away, slightly twisting his own arm so he clearly had, at the minimum, a slight advantage in a fight.* "And if I'm the ignorant one, then what makes you think that you aren't equally blind?" *He spun close, leaned down - over any blade, if one was drawn - and whispered;* "*Did you really need to kill anyone, for yourself? So you could live? Or others, of your own kin? Or did you do it because they* told *you to? So that you wouldn't be killed for disobedence? Or so your family wasn't threatened?*"
> [{quoted}](name=Rakan Mielle,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-03T21:06:14.026+0000) > > "Me? Accuse you of such a thing? Never." *Rakan had taken the shove and, surprisingly, swept and spun, now standing tall before Marr, arms splayed wide as the music seemed to pick up slightly.* "Almost like how the axeheads would *never* release child soldiers, right?" *The grin only got wider, as he pulled out a pocket mirror, and decided, in that moment, that it was the perfect time to do up his hair for a second or three.* > *In the middle of a fight.* > *And he was* smiling*, like it was all some kind of joke.* **"Hrm."** Grunting back at him lost for a line, but Rakan proved able to stall himself perfectly fine. **"It is not right. Nor necessary. But it happened, I won't pretend that child soldiers are anything but horrible but every nation has its sins I can only work to prevent it from happening once more."** > "Or accidentally kill their own. Surely, that never happened either?" *With the pocket mirror away, he looked around for a moment.* > "Oh, most certainly someone like you would be sorely missed by those of a higher rank than you. If they even cared." *A short burst of laughter, and still Rakan smiled on;* "There had even been disappearances of my kin who had decided, rather poorly might I add, to help Noxus when they were being rewarded, probably killed for their blood. Imagine that. **"A hundred soldiers for a thousand. It is... logical. If I die I die securing tribe Oramu's future."** Pressing her teeth together tight-lipped to the last. **"You taunt your own kind as if their choices are less than yours. I do not know everything that happens in our nation, but the Oramu clearly still stand and proudly at that with Noxus. That alone punches a hole in your conspiracy theory."** > "Now... I ask you again, who's really the ones being defended by Noxus guards every three feet?" *He came in very close, and managed to grab hold of Marr's hand, but simply spun around, being sure to be a fair distance away, slightly twisting his own arm so he clearly had, at the minimum, a slight advantage in a fight.* Push came to shove, or in this case, push came to being spun around in a way she found not so amusing releasing her hand with a grumpy face. **"Your sense of sarcasm is impeccable."** She retorted, half-heartedly imagining using a horn to blow that smug look away ten feet up in the air. If only he hadn't wings... **"Noxus may be flawed but we are not afraid to admit it. Has our kind truly become so delusional we can no longer admit that our past is not perfect either? I remember stories of tribes of old practising cannibalism, human sacrifice. Fighters. Now we are flower pickers clinging desperately to the last sources of wild magic." ** Not chasing after him just yet she seemed to plead for but a long moment. **"Tell me not that you wouldn't like seeing the Lhotan' restored to their former glory. With Noxus we can have that future, we can't afford stagnation that your rebellion so aggressively tries to enforce My kind would have died long ago had we not picked up arms against the invaders."** > "And if I'm the ignorant one, then what makes you think that you aren't equally blind?" *He spun close, leaned down - over any blade, if one was drawn - and whispered;* > "*Did you really need to kill anyone, for yourself? So you could live? Or others, of your own kin? Or did you do it because they* told *you to? So that you wouldn't be killed for disobedence? Or so your family wasn't threatened?*" Shorter and by far slower to pick up speed Marr barely had time to take a step before Rakan had spun around again, a metal glove promptly harshly smacking the side of his face in irritation. **"The world is not black and white, it is about time you started to see it in the grey shades of life."** Rubbing her gloved hand Marr looked up at him quite so tired by the antics. **"I have never been threatened nor has my family suffered for my shortcomings. Noxus follows but two rules, treason will be met with death, the second is that we do not retreat. So I don't."** Pointing a thumb at her visible scars. **"What is worse, to kill for emperor and country or killing for a rebellion that lacks aim or purpose. One step above scoundrel, a step below cutthroat."** **"Let's say you free Ionia, then what?"** She asked while cutting air. **"Ionians are not only incompetent leaders but treaty breakers. The first lands _need_ correction. Only by weeding out corruption and arming ourselves can we ever become united. You would trim the branches when the roots are rotten beneath. Only by uprooting it can we ever advance beyond the stagnation, this illusion that the world will be at peace."** Taking a sudden swing at him from the right Marr circled him, as best one could in the face of a much faster opponent. **"You have more in common with Noxus than any of them. Forget Vastaya, forget the labels. See what I see."**
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-03T20:07:38.212+0000) > >Minor note, Rakan didn't say that Lhothans have hands, as it's outwardly physically obvious. Secondly, I don't remember calling Marr a furball? > >As a context note, I use italics for thoughts or actions (though, in this case, I did it as slight meta commentary), while quotation marks are usually speaking. > >I'll let you correct yourself before full response, if you'd like. Sorry if that wasn't clear enough.
> [{quoted}](name=Rakan Mielle,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=0000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-03T20:28:23.853+0000) > > https://i.imgflip.com/303tol.jpg
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=0000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-03T16:47:23.372+0000) > >I try my best. >IRL note; I personally thought manifest destiny was just absolutely idiotic, imperialistic, and went against most of my core thoughts and ideologies. >As does Noxus. > >god did I mention how fucking amazing this feels to make? "'Theirs.' Right. Because slaughtering those who, again, were *minding their own damn business* over the fact that you lust for something someone else has - that your own greed and urge to just steal from someone else - clearly makes it yours. Hell, you'd argue that you have the right to kill a cripple for the sake of them being a cripple." *A sigh.* "So, by that logic, you would be perfectly fine with someone else killing your young if they were pushed to fight and couldn't. Yeah, that's... it might be a high horse, but that's only because you live in the valley of disgusting and wrongful acts, much like the shadow-lovers. Or some of Navori. Sure, we've all got blood on our hands. It's just that some of us regret *doing* it." "So victory justifies the means that justify the ends. Guess that makes sense... if you don't care for the cost of spirit." *A short-lived cough-laugh as Rakan realized something.* "Speaking of old Leftie, how is he? Enjoying the little wartime wound he got from a particular blade-dancing Navori?" *He smirked for a moment, looked into the bottle - realized it was empty - and dropped it off on the table.* "Funny how you complain in his place. Would that little mark make him weaker than anyone else? Perhaps you should try bashing the other one off." *Third off, hand. Lhothans. Have. Hands. We aren't furballs, unlike yourself. And said spittle dissolves in a small shining of golden-yellow light.* "And if you think I'm gonna kill ya, you're wrong." *Rakan leaned in close, eyes narrowed down to a point where it was obvious he was now looking for a fight;* "*She* is. Would love to give you one hell of a dance, though." *His face was within inches of Marr's, a wide white-toothed grin across the face, breath tinged with the honeyfruit chocolates and sake.* *An invitation.*
> [{quoted}](name=Rakan Mielle,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=00000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-03T17:21:43.028+0000) > > "'Theirs.' Right. Because slaughtering those who, again, were *minding their own damn business* over the fact that you lust for something someone else has - that your own greed and urge to just steal from someone else - clearly makes it yours. Hell, you'd argue that you have the right to kill a cripple for the sake of them being a cripple." *A sigh.* **"You mean, unlike rebels who kill Noxians whose only crime is guarding the border? Two can play this game. Look, I am not proud of all noxians, but are you proud of all Ionians? Or was that line about the Order a slip of the tongue?"** > "So, by that logic, you would be perfectly fine with someone else killing your young if they were pushed to fight and couldn't. Yeah, that's... it might be a high horse, but that's only because you live in the valley of disgusting and wrongful acts, much like the shadow-lovers. Or some of Navori. Sure, we've all got blood on our hands. It's just that some of us regret *doing* it." The look she gave him implied he was totally... bollocks, a wide-eyed stare mouth slightly agape stammering for a second. **"I,... wha... you dare accuse us of being child murderers?! The two are not comparable by any means fool."** Stabbing a finger in his direction she seemed ready to pounce for such an offence. **"I do not regret killing to protect my own. I regret not burying them." ** She admitted, blowing air out of her nose. **"Your high horse is something else. The Oramu seeks to unite Ionia under one banner, not mindless killing that benefits none!" ** > "So victory justifies the means that justify the ends. Guess that makes sense... if you don't care for the cost of spirit." *A short-lived cough-laugh as Rakan realized something.* "Speaking of old Leftie, how is he? Enjoying the little wartime wound he got from a particular blade-dancing Navori?" > *He smirked for a moment, looked into the bottle - realized it was empty - and dropped it off on the table.* "Funny how you complain in his place. Would that little mark make him weaker than anyone else? Perhaps you should try bashing the other one off." **"What is the spirit but the one that moves me? You are not lost simply because you fight, you are only lost when depravity replaces cold, necessary, logic."** Chomping off a large chunk of the fruit bar the vastaya huffed indignantly. **"The grand General isn't so easily stopped in his tracks. He has already replaced what was lost. Including lost Vastayan lands, sources of Wild magic albeit shared with our Noxian neighbours, but those wells of power belong to us once more. You tell me what your rebellion has reclaimed."** Judingly pointing the bit end at him. > > *Third off, hand. Lhothans. Have. Hands. We aren't furballs, unlike yourself. And said spittle dissolves in a small shining of golden-yellow light.* "And if you think I'm gonna kill ya, you're wrong." *Rakan leaned in close, eyes narrowed down to a point where it was obvious he was now looking for a fight;* "*She* is. Would love to give you one hell of a dance, though." *His face was within inches of Marr's, a wide white-toothed grin across the face, breath tinged with the honeyfruit chocolates and sake.* > > *An invitation.* **"Try not to trip on your ego on the way, pretty. I can still kick you in the shins, for your information."** She taunted back, quite happy to press her face up against his mere inches away. **"Oh yeah?"**She shoved him back with surprising force behind it. **"Too timid to fight your own battles? Aren't you a proud Lhotan letting your friend carry the burden of the kill. You're nought but a rebellious punk with a shiny cloak." ** Swinging down from the chair she walked up pushing him again, barely reaching up to his hip. **"I bet she doesn't even like you all that much, oh who am I kidding, _you_ are your greatest obstacle. A self-centred, ignorant, bird brain."**
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=00000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-02T21:49:54.464+0000) "You have a point about the Navori. But they are still of Ionia, and as you yourself said, Noxus doesn't give a 'shite' about who's necks they snap to get whatever they want. So explain something to me, Marri," *Rakan asked with a rather harsh sneer,* "What happens when someone decides your usefulness ends? When someone bigger than you decides, eh, this little runt doesn't deserve everything they've got and they smash your spine, and you're out of uses, what then?" "Now then... picture *this*;" *Within an instant, Rakan generated the typical flower he used in a few of his performances.* "You see the petals of this flower? How their colors are constantly shifting, how they're all different? Each one of them, unique; much like people, of any race. We all see things differently, sense things differently, understand things differently. And right now... You seem to only see half the picture." *A sigh, he swirled around what amount of alcohol was left in the bottle of sake.* "I've heard they provide protection for those that join them. Tell me, are they really there for protection? And if so, who's? Surely not their own government, right? Definitely not. And who was it who decided it was a great plan to dump who-knows-what not too far south from here? Where pools of bubbling fluid still rests there, melting into the soil and land still, almost a full three season's past? No, clearly I have no evidence of what Noxus is. Of what they do." *Rakan took another swig from the bottle, and finished the last of it.* "So tell me... how *are* your family? I'm sure they're doing wonderfully at the behest of *human* guards, and we both know exactly how wonderful their people are at times. How... kind and heartwarmingly cruel they can be. Yes it is ironic I suggest we fight with humans to stop more of them from coming, but something tells me being helpful can tend to outweigh harm. Not like Xayah listens to that line of thought, much... hence why I've managed to convince Xayah on occasion to, y'know, *not* do her usual thing. No argument when talking about killing those shadow-loving freaks, though." *For a moment, Rakan's brow scrunched up, one eyebrow cocked in mock confusion.* "What was I saying? Oh, right. Noxus totally doesn't want to strangle everyone they 'integrate' and also doesn't have murder of those who are minding their own damn business as a casual hobby. Totally a people worthy trusting with watching over your young, right?"
> [{quoted}](name=Rakan Mielle,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-02T22:52:46.527+0000) >(I like you, my man. ) > "You have a point about the Navori. But they are still of Ionia, and as you yourself said, Noxus doesn't give a 'shite' about who's necks they snap to get whatever they want. So explain something to me, Marri," *Rakan asked with a rather harsh sneer,* "What happens when someone decides your usefulness ends? When someone bigger than you decides, eh, this little runt doesn't deserve everything they've got and they smash your spine, and you're out of uses, what then?" Marr shook her head though not to dismiss his opinion, merely to show she was getting riled up and needed refreshments. On cue, she summoned forth another waiter the hard stare of an elder piercing right through Rakan. **"Then don't be in that position, to begin with. Life is about survival if you can't adapt the strong will always trample you, doesn't matter what banners they fly."** > "Now then... picture *this*;" *Within an instant, Rakan generated the typical flower he used in a few of his performances.* "You see the petals of this flower? How their colors are constantly shifting, how they're all different? Each one of them, unique; much like people, of any race. We all see things differently, sense things differently, understand things differently. And right now... You seem to only see half the picture." **"I'm listening, I'm listening."** Insistently speaking up though silencing herself to let him speak his mind, the Oramu watching the little show passively, tempted to bite back but silent still as he carried on. > *A sigh, he swirled around what amount of alcohol was left in the bottle of sake.* > "I've heard they provide protection for those that join them. Tell me, are they really there for protection? And if so, who's? Surely not their own government, right? Definitely not. And who was it who decided it was a great plan to dump who-knows-what not too far south from here? Where pools of bubbling fluid still rests there, melting into the soil and land still, almost a full three season's past? No, clearly I have no evidence of what Noxus is. Of what they do." Frowning for a moment, she gobbled down yet one more sip of mead.**"You may dislike Noxus but don't act like they haven't defended what is their tooth and claw."** When he mentioned what at best seemed like a war crime at best it made her close her eyes rubbing the bridge of her nose. **"I don't condone such vile weapons."** Admitted on a heavy-hearted tone, though she quickly returned to stoic moments later. **"But war has no rules. Either you are on the winning side or the one buried under it." ** > *Rakan took another swig from the bottle, and finished the last of it.* "So tell me... how *are* your family? I'm sure they're doing wonderfully at the behest of *human* guards, and we both know exactly how wonderful their people are at times. How... kind and heartwarmingly cruel they can be. Yes it is ironic I suggest we fight with humans to stop more of them from coming, but something tells me being helpful can tend to outweigh harm. Not like Xayah listens to that line of thought, much... hence why I've managed to convince Xayah on occasion to, y'know, *not* do her usual thing. No argument when talking about killing those shadow-loving freaks, though." *For a moment, Rakan's brow scrunched up, one eyebrow cocked in mock confusion.* She followed his motion downing the last of the brew slamming it a bit harder than usual at his implication, her mouth contorting into a sideways sneer. **"Watch your tongue. I have five siblings and double that in my offspring, I trust those that care for them in my absence. I care not what race one is, only your actions matter."** The elder hummed, smirked and finished with a chuckle at the mention of someone that seemed sweet on him. **"Your lady is far wiser than you, bird brain. Kill the bigots keep the useful ones, I like her already. I'd raise my glass to celebrate but it appears my cup is empty."** Shrugging she motioned for the waitress to come forward, ordering refills for both of them. > "What was I saying? Oh, right. Noxus totally doesn't want to strangle everyone they 'integrate' and also doesn't have murder of those who are minding their own damn business as a casual hobby. Totally a people worthy trusting with watching over your young, right?" **"Because Ionians are known for their civility. Besides that, I'd like some hard proof Noxians 'strangle' those it embraces. You can't spout stuff and act like its fact, _young_."** Reaching behind her and into a bag that hung on her chair precariously she pulled out a hard, ugly shaped fruit bar filled with protein, breaking it half she offered him the second half while biting into her piece. **"We don't murder people, every Ionian has had the choice to lay down their weapons and pride and embrace Noxus rule. Flying Noxus colours aren't the end of the world, nor is being a vassal." ** Sighing she put her hands on the table staring hard at the ground before leaning forward right up his face (sort of, she could barely reach over half the table because of her size.) **"I can tell you haven't had a single child raised under your care, or should I say... ego? Get off your high horse and realise you haven't had to make the hard choices yet. Your little rebellion is cute, but killing isn't hard, swallowing your pride to preserve the next generation is."** Sitting down hard in her seat she all of a sudden spat a glob of saliva that landed on his right paw provided he didn't dodge it. **"That's what I think of your romanticised version of life. You wouldn't last a day in Noxus. Maybe I'll pluck you right here and present your bare ass to the Grand general in person."** Looking him up and down she shook her head. **"But you ain't the brains are you? Just the muscle. So 'bout that Xayah..."** Trailing off she circled the rim of her glass with one finger, staring him down (up.)
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-02T20:50:37.072+0000) > >All good, dw about it m'person. "Well, don't you know it's not a party without me?" *Nearing the end of his sentence, Rakan's voice was practically yelling for a second at most. There was a subtle 'wooo' in the background, from a younger Lhothan with dim green and brown coloration in her feathers.* *Rakan did, in fact, take a seat, sweeping and sliding right into it.* *He sat partially crosslegged, foot swinging lightly to the music being played.* "Y'know, for an axehead, you don't actually *look* that bad. Just be sure you can trust your little buddies before you start swinging out anywhere." *Rakan took a drink from the bottle he held, and stared at the ground for a moment.* "You ever think why Noxus is even here?" *The tone he took was off; serious, like it was something that Rakan didn't take as a joke - the man of laughter and joy, serious.* "Why they would even bother trying to touch the lands? The people that live in the mountains? Those of the valleys and rivers and forests?"
> [{quoted}](name=Rakan Mielle,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=0000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-02T21:16:38.006+0000) > > "Well, don't you know it's not a party without me?" *Nearing the end of his sentence, Rakan's voice was practically yelling for a second at most. There was a subtle 'wooo' in the background, from a younger Lhothan with dim green and brown coloration in her feathers.* > *Rakan did, in fact, take a seat, sweeping and sliding right into it.* **"Really?"** She added somewhat dismissively, though her ear twitched in the direction of a 'fan' likely calling at him. **"Alright I'll give you that one."** Taking a moment to say something to the waitress, who nodded back saying a line about 'being right back with your drinks'. **"Hope you can drink as well as you can run your mouth."** Musing openly whilst taking another swig. > > *He sat partially crosslegged, foot swinging lightly to the music being played.* "Y'know, for an axehead, you don't actually *look* that bad. Just be sure you can trust your little buddies before you start swinging out anywhere." > *Rakan took a drink from the bottle he held, and stared at the ground for a moment.* **"Axehead? Hmpf. We're not all barbarians ya know."** Asked genuinely going by her most puzzled expression that twisted her face slightly. **"Tell me, do you rebel to fight off Noxus or the Ionian government? Seems to me it's leaning on both. We might be sharing more than you think, young."** > "You ever think why Noxus is even here?" *The tone he took was off; serious, like it was something that Rakan didn't take as a joke - the man of laughter and joy, serious.* > "Why they would even bother trying to touch the lands? The people that live in the mountains? Those of the valleys and rivers and forests?" Marr gave way to a brief pause staring into the drink's froth before chugging down the rest of it slamming it down a bit harder than before. **"I'm not naive, Noxus has plans for these lands. So do the Oramu. They won't give a shite about conquering those who surrender to our authority. What has Ionia's people ever done for us? The order of shadows puts our kind in cages, the gov't does about fuck all to stop the Golden Demon or the leader of the Order."** **"We needed allies. All of Ionia will see that in time."** By now two drinks had been served up in a boot glass for the two, filled to the brim with hard liquor. **"Now drink before you give me a headache."** True to her own words she began to empty the boot, halfway through before putting it down. **"Mhm. As I was saying, Noxus ain't as bad as you think. Where do you think me and my tribe got the plans to make armour that is nearly impenetrable, weapons to defend ourselves."** One hand beating her chest plate once and twice for effect. **"They shared tech that allowed us to produce almost double of what an Ionian farmer can produce. You tell me why Noxus is bad, sure the war hasn't been pretty but when is war ever kind to the weak? We can't afford sentimentality while reality is knocking down our front door."** Leaning back she interlaced her fingers lazily in front of her, elbows resting on her stomach. **"Your rebellion is a step in militarizing Ionia, I respect that, but that is where our similarities end. You lack an endgame."**
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=0000,timestamp=2019-05-02T19:56:21.784+0000) > >Formatting note, three hyphens ( - ) for split, iirc underscores work as well. Like this! --- *Rakan was, as he almost always is when at a bar, drinking down some rather potent sake like it was candy. Speaking of which, he was also enjoying a few slices of honeyfruit that had been candied and coated in chocolate - quite the fine food for the golden man without a plan.* *Although, something smelled off... sort of. Sounded off? Felt wrong? Stop me when I'm right... tasted wrong? ~~Wait, no, I missed it.~~ Felt wrong, yeah. Like someone in the town's bar wasn't like the rest...* *Maybe that strapping Kiilash lad with a knife the length of Xayah's arm? Probably not best to mess with him, I don't think.* *Perhaps that... wait... how is a Marai out of water? Whatever, it looks like she has a nicely-sized trough, so Rakan could probably ignore that.* *"Hmmm... fish does sound nice right about now..." He thought to himself for a moment, before noticing what he had the feeling was actually a Yordle in disguise.* *A sort of small, purple-furred being.* *Oh. And covered in Noxian designs and equipment - how heartwarming to see a murderous little ball of misguided fur!* "Well, this'll be fun..." *Rakan took another swig from his bottle, now half empty, and began walking over towards this...* thing *in a chair behind a table.* "So... what the heck are you, anyways? You look like a Yordle, but without the ears. Really confusing." *He was loud, belligerent, and seemed relatively drunk.*
> [{quoted}](name=Rakan Mielle,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=hfPRJ3ZE,comment-id=00000000,timestamp=2019-05-02T20:22:54.464+0000) >((Thanks, though that was mostly because I posted a bit too early, but nvm that I got what I wanted. Trouble!)) >Rakan was, as he almost always is when at a bar, drinking down some rather potent sake like it was candy. Speaking of which, he was also enjoying a few slices of honeyfruit that had been candied and coated in chocolate - quite the fine food for the golden man without a plan. The small creature took a few sniffs in the air when Rakan was served his extragavant dessert, vaguely looked like she was gazing at the waitress to order one but ultimately slumping back in her seat. Temptation existed just about anywhere, and likely it was better than the grub back at home. Feeding so many mouths never was an issue she thought of. But nevermind that, she was here to relax and recharge then begin anew tomorrow. >Well, this'll be fun..." Rakan took another swig from his bottle, now half empty, and began walking over towards this... thing in a chair behind a table. "So... what the heck are you, anyways? You look like a Yordle, but without the ears. Really confusing." He was loud, belligerent, and seemed relatively drunk. Though graceful even Rakan couldn't escape the hardwood creaking under his feet in objection, the vastaya actually glancing behind her shifting in her seat but not reaching for any weapons, when he spoke directly to her she exhaled and all that guardedness seemed to evaporate, at least the illusion of it as she forced a small smile his way. **"Name's Marr, designation first Sergeant of the 9th legion based in Noxus. I'm from tribe Oramu. We're a river-based Vastaya tribe though we don't rely on it like Marai or Naga."** Only then did she take note of his by now obvious drunk and cocky stature, removing her helmet with a sure click she put it on the table running her hand over her head and ears. **"Oh, I get it. Very funny. I'm _not_ a Yordle those furry little things weird me out."**Taking a deep sip of the mead she wiped it off casually with one hand, the other flat on the table drumming against the wood eyes narrowing looking him up and down once. **"Aren't you that troublemaking Lhotan? If you are, don't mess with Noxus or tribe Oramu son we'll run you over."** Lifting her hand she motioned at the second seat. **"Anyways, why don't you take a seat? Make an old lady happy instead of trying to mess with her old mind."** Already waving over a waitress she put her hands on the table again leaning forward. **"So what's your deal, golden feathers."**
: Ask The Charmer - ME! (Rakan)
By chance or just bad luck [Marr](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BuG-9GMfJvPTJRZZun261Ft_i9TuOndff6HzfxXc9jo/edit?usp=sharing) found herself located in a village the Charmer had strayed into, though her intent was not to confront him, no, she actually didn't even _know_ he was there. Marr had come to preach the word of Noxus and by that tribe Oramu's interests. Not many were happy to listen to the small vastaya on a (literal) soapbox and thus her efforts had mostly gone by unnoticed. It was a damn shame, this humbly sized Vastayan owned village would be a crucial step on the front to unite Ionia under Noxus rule. But most were too frightened to listen, too many not daring to stand with Noxus. - When evening came Marr had been mentally exhausted from the efforts, now in the sole dainty tavern of the village, she sat by the bar, stirring a glass of mead absently, arms splayed on the board. She suspected the only reason none had tried to remove her from the said village was fear, and by the gods above she was tired of it.
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=008a0000,timestamp=2019-04-27T12:18:10.032+0000) > The Red woman Atreyu scratched the back of his head as the driller moved passed, the red woman had virtually explained what he had been thinking in regards to Tsuki. Not saying anything more only giving a sigh in a lengthy fashion before taking a seat once more facing Ramira. Pouring a glass out in front of him in a lazy manner, simply starred at the counter for a few moments; swallowing the brew once more with exasperated enthusiasm. *I'll need to go get him before we depart I suppose...."** Shuffling in his bag once more to present a familiar now clean piece of cloth to the darker mage, hoping its presence could say the bulk of what explaining would be needed. Regardless, the crystal man began to speak up with a stare that could only mean most of his care for the current situation was long since strained. **"You know that little speech I gave may have been mostly air however there was a bit of truth in it, I would much rather be doing what my original intention was but here I am... Well we are. Fascinating a journey as this is I feel we've about run short of luck, im roughly down to the last few crystals I can safely "throw away" on another strenuous battle."** Leaning back with his eye closed again as he was likely trying to block out the inevitable crashing from the floor below, shaking his mangled head a bit. **"Mainly I say that because ide like for things to be smoother going forward, inform me when you are making one of your power moves so I do not end up ruining your effort and have you blowing a metaphorical vein in the process..."** _**"I don't much mind that you're an undead, in fact I find the concept rather amazing and I could spend hours picking your... Brain..? About it."**_ Sealing the cap on his flask as it was about half full now and placing it back in his bag, his voice much softer in the mind scape possibly due to exhaustion. After a moment the mummy began speaking physically again. **"But judging from your current demeanor you've reached the similar point to me in not much caring, and would like to resume whatever business you've been reaching for prior. "** The creatures expression calm , only his lower jaw moving slightly across his teeth at the pause. **"And without saying I'm guessing you'll enjoy never seeing my wonderful visage again after this is over, however for now as I mentioned before our options are few and working together is an unfortunate caveat to this scenario.** His eyes trailing off as if he was explaining it to himself as assurance. **"I will not act against you so long as you do not do the same, my little announcement to that gruff man was more of what he already assumes you're doing or are in terms of being."** Taking another deep breath and rubbing his features, managing to prick himself on a "tooth" to which he lightly cursed and shook his non clawed hand slightly. **"So with that air cleared. Can I assume your efforts upstairs were rather fruitless..? Or did you manage to pry some kind of useful information free as of late? If not honestly I only have a few guesses on where to start our little expedition."**
> [{quoted}](name=DemonDeceiver ,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=008b,timestamp=2019-04-28T19:18:59.411+0000) > >*I'll need to go get him before we depart I suppose...."** Shuffling in his bag once more to present a familiar now clean piece of cloth to the darker mage, hoping its presence could say the bulk of what explaining would be needed. > Regardless, the crystal man began to speak up with a stare that could only mean most of his care for the current situation was long since strained. She found herself grumbling externally mostly to herself, though Atreyu's ever nosey behaviour couldn't escape notice. Yet she did not push remaining unnervingly still in thought, frozen in place all in but the rings on her right-hand rapping against the glass one by one. She seemed determined not to make any marks on her left hand's more elaborate jade ring, which made her rest said hand on her lap. Unamused or at least mildly irritated she finally met his stare with a hard expression, admittedly quickly glancing at the cloth to confirm her suspicions before her iron gaze returned to him. "Don't start something you may not be able to finish. Experience always beats raw power." > **"You know that little speech I gave may have been mostly air however there was a bit of truth in it, I would much rather be doing what my original intention was but here I am... Well we are. Fascinating a journey as this is I feel we've about run short of luck, im roughly down to the last few crystals I can safely "throw away" on another strenuous battle."** Leaning back with his eye closed again as he was likely trying to block out the inevitable crashing from the floor below, shaking his mangled head a bit. **"Mainly I say that because ide like for things to be smoother going forward, inform me when you are making one of your power moves so I do not end up ruining your effort and have you blowing a metaphorical vein in the process..."** But for a short time, she lightened up, pleased as much as one could be at not being prodded for dirty secrets. "Mhmhm. But if I told you my plans in advance I would be predictable." Lifting her glass she took a sip tapping her temple at the same time. "I think we both know you don't care for predictable. You are a thrill seeker. Me, I prefer my opponent's cards to be reflected in the whites of their eyes. Keeping my allies on their toes may seem contradictory, but I never was much of a people person, to begin with." "But that you are running low on cards is not good." Changing the subject to divert attention away from it. "Keep your wits about you, this mission is far from over. Let them die if need be, I cannot risk your death in this case. Not with Tsuki in a comatose state." > _**"I don't much mind that you're an undead, in fact I find the concept rather amazing and I could spend hours picking your... Brain..? About it."**_ Sealing the cap on his flask as it was about half full now and placing it back in his bag, his voice much softer in the mind scape possibly due to exhaustion. After a moment the mummy began speaking physically again. **"But judging from your current demeanor you've reached the similar point to me in not much caring, and would like to resume whatever business you've been reaching for prior. "** The creatures expression calm , only his lower jaw moving slightly across his teeth at the pause. Though humouring him carried little of a burden his boldness struck a terrible nerve, a harsh clutch of the glass that at first left deep cracks its form heaving in objection until it shattered seconds later. _"Have you lost your mind, again?! We are in Bilgewater a city that is terrorized yearly by the black mist, you are accusing me of the equivalent of high treason."_ The air grew darker, what few candles were spread around fizzled out. "If you were not so charming I might have to make you stop running your mouth like Tsuki." Falsely smiling she eased back in her seat. "Yes." She answered firmly, adding onto it telepathically. _" And it's not 'undead' its l-"_ Stopping herself short of revealing everything. _"I suppose the label is close enough."_ > **"And without saying I'm guessing you'll enjoy never seeing my wonderful visage again after this is over, however for now as I mentioned before our options are few and working together is an unfortunate caveat to this scenario.** "You aren't as driven as I am. It is not arrogance, there is but one that is my equal. My... centre." Trailing off she shook her head to dismiss any further explanation. "Suffice to say, I can make the hardest of choices without blinking. That is how I became the woman I am today." >His eyes trailing off as if he was explaining it to himself as assurance. **"I will not act against you so long as you do not do the same, my little announcement to that gruff man was more of what he already assumes you're doing or are in terms of being."** Taking another deep breath and rubbing his features, managing to prick himself on a "tooth" to which he lightly cursed and shook his non clawed hand slightly. "Fair enough. But don't stuff more ideas in his little head, our dear Bilgewater resident may develop thoughts beyond wine and women. If it comes to a crisis it may rest on your head to make the hard choice. Make the right one." > **"So with that air cleared. Can I assume your efforts upstairs were rather fruitless..? Or did you manage to pry some kind of useful information free as of late? If not honestly I only have a few guesses on where to start our little expedition."** Throwing her hands up barely above her chest exasperated, she began to telekinetically push out bits of glass that had stuck to her clothing and 'skin'. "Nothing but scraps. What we deal with here is neither mindless nor Black mist. I cannot place its origin, I need more time for that. Another session might be enough." "But let's talk about you for a moment." She said whilst splinters of glass smattered the hardwood. "Be honest, are you interested in what I am, or...the workings behind it. Functional Immortality~" Dragging out the question and the wording behind it agonizingly long, "It's not impossible the secret behind it could become yours. All I would ask in the now is that you stand behind me, in the event that our host discovers my troubling identity." "Think about it, hm?" She teased in a pushy way. "Even the best of us come face to face with their own mortality. But only the worthy may transcend above such worries."
rollz3 (NA)
: >**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Tsuki and Ramira The entity merely stared at the display Tsuki put on, unsure of what she hoped to accomplish and was waiting as if anticipating an attack which never came. Yet the young mage simply vanished from the mindscape, fragments remained for a short time but the short life span they had hardly made any effort to try and destroy them. Though one could guess that even such a inhuman entity would be surprised that a mortal would willingly shatter their psyche and risk permanent damage. All it knew was that the human wasn't dead, yet but out of reach in its plane. A annoying setback once again as the mage as proved to be just as slippery here as she is in the physical realm, silently pondering just how long she could keep such feats up before her very soul snapped beneath the strain. Though its gaze shifted over the stream of memories, having once thought that a particularly meddlesome lich was here as well but such a presence was to gone. The entity didn't both looking for them, annoying as those two were, they would fall within time. The oiler and crystal man would not be able to protect them forever, no one could. Still, their repeated entry into his territory is a notable issue and would now be taking steps to ensure that such attempts would be much more _**'difficult'.**_ >Atreyu and Ramira >"Than I suggest you get a few more layers of scar tissue to compensate for that hopefully not thin skin you have. " Jason smirked at Atreyu's comment and gave a half-hearted chuckle. **"Just be glad that you haven't used that sharp tongue on someone with a worse temper then my own."** He didn't move his position though he should be noted that he could not see Atreyu's form as he was on his blind side, though he didn't seem to be particular bothered by it. **"I admit its a bit strange that between the three of ya, you're the least shifty despite looking like some have baked abomina-."** He words were cut off by a particularly hard tug from Atreyu that made him grunt and wince which was only made worse by the disinfectant he splashed into his open wounds that made him pound the bar table with his fist, knocking over the glasses standing nearby. **"Fuck that burned."** He muttered after a sharp gasp. At the question to his burns he ran a hand across that side of the face, it was perpetually numb and felt like he had a giant piece of rubber hanging on the side of his face but it was better then begin in constant agony. **"Ay, here we harvest parts and fluids from the monsters we drag up from the depths."** Rolling his wrist as he explained. **"Krakenwyrm stomach acid is as valuable as it is dangerous, bastard snuck up on me while working and slammed half my head into a barrel of the gunk. All things considered, I got off pretty easy."** Jason scowled for a time trying to figure out what exactly Atreyu wanted to know and shrugged. **"If you mean as to how I cast magic then the best I can put this in terms I can understand."** He began, extending a single finger towards an empty glass bottle. **"If I want to destroy something, I look at it _really hard_ and decide I don't like it there."** He sneered, as a thin bolt of lighting shot out of his finger, shattering the bottle into dozens of pieces. **"Others require me to concentrate more if its less destructive, I have to 'imagine' what form it will take before I can shape it."** He snapped his fingers on the same hand and a small flame appeared on the tip of his thumb before extinguishing after a few seconds. **"But unlike mages, I can't generate my own mana."** He continued. **"To bypass that, I use distilled sapphilite oil from a species called a Jaull fish. Even then it requires it to be diluted to be safely injected, lest you enjoy exploding that is."** >"It seems our young comrade won't be joining us after all." The mage frowned, seemingly bothered but not enough to not interfere. "Well, don't let me stop you." Looking directly at Atreyu as she spoke. "Speak your bleeding heart." Jason looked at Ramira with suspicion as to what she did to Tsuki but he hardly cared at the moment. **"Seems she has a knack for passing out, and being a bit of a feather head but I'm sure you figured that one out before I did."** He raised an eyebrow, eye following Ramira to the bar as she took her place nearby. **"Hardly interrupting, not that I'd imagine you'd rather speak to a dozen other people before us. Unless you want to take a shot at the goons out there."** Gesturing to the Red Caps outside. >"Whoever did this needs to reevaluate there work... There are far more comfortable ways to make this function... Feh, its not too bad i suppose im just being a tad critical..." **"If you haven't noticed we don't have a surplus of doctors running up and down the streets."** Deadpanning at Atreyu. **"Best we got are Sawbones, best of which is a man that goes by the name Bosse, regardless we make do with what we have."** After the husk gave his advice, Jason nodded with a grunt, rubbing the soreness of his face. That was quickly ignored however when Atreyu brought up his request, he stared hard at Atreyu with suspicion unsure what he was getting at. **"Fine."** He reluctantly agreed, where upon his face grew dark and his mouth twitch. **"Atreyu....."** **"If what you say is true..."** Anger growing in his voice and hands coiling into fists. **"Does she even _realize_ what she has done?"** He couldn't believe what he was hearing, had Tsuki betrayed him or was this negligence? Had he sent Napra, a trusted member of his crew, to her death when she had been right? A whirlwind of emotions spiraled inside him with such fury that he almost didn't hear the second part of Atreyu's words. Oh course he knew that Ramira was hiding something but it must be of even greater severity then the truth of how the hideout was found out which only added more fuel to his overgrowing bitterness. He rose up from his chair without a word, glaring between Atreyu, Ramira and the stair well.Chances are they already had several spells ready and without his gear he wouldn't last a second. He spat to the side and snatched a bottle of liquor off the counter and walked over to the stair well, he considered the two options before him before choosing the left path which lead down stairs and away from Tsuki.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=008a,timestamp=2019-04-23T16:08:59.769+0000) > Jason looked at Ramira with suspicion as to what she did to Tsuki but he hardly cared at the moment. **"Seems she has a knack for passing out, and being a bit of a feather head but I'm sure you figured that one out before I did."** > He raised an eyebrow, eye following Ramira to the bar as she took her place nearby. **"Hardly interrupting, not that I'd imagine you'd rather speak to a dozen other people before us. Unless you want to take a shot at the goons out there."** Gesturing to the Red Caps outside. Hands on the bar they twitched, a reminder of her failure to rein in the unruly mage, clicking her tongue once or twice. "... Hm, I think I will pass. They are hardly as verbose as yours truly." > **"If you haven't noticed we don't have a surplus of doctors running up and down the streets."** Deadpanning at Atreyu. **"Best we got are Sawbones, best of which is a man that goes by the name Bosse, regardless we make do with what we have."** After the husk gave his advice, Jason nodded with a grunt, rubbing the soreness of his face. "You trust a scalpel, I trust magic. Besides that, does your kind even have doctors? I refuse to believe there are even schools in this floating... harbour." Asked earnestly, while she'd like nothing more than wrap another drunken fool around her finger the red caps occupied her attention. > He couldn't believe what he was hearing, had Tsuki betrayed him or was this negligence? Had he sent Napra, a trusted member of his crew, to her death when she had been right? A whirlwind of emotions spiraled inside him with such fury that he almost didn't hear the second part of Atreyu's words. Oh course he knew that Ramira was hiding something but it must be of even greater severity then the truth of how the hideout was found out which only added more fuel to his overgrowing bitterness. "Most likely not. The meaning of the word consequences and what it brings seem to escape youths." Taking a glass she served herself up a glass of some undescribable liquor that smelled... like Graggy ice. Well, if there was one thing all could bond over it had to be a dismissal of the next generation. "One thing's for sure, we are deep in shit now. So, drink." > He rose up from his chair without a word, glaring between Atreyu, Ramira and the stair well.Chances are they already had several spells ready and without his gear he wouldn't last a second. He spat to the side and snatched a bottle of liquor off the counter and walked over to the stair well, he considered the two options before him before choosing the left path which lead down stairs and away from Tsuki. > [{quoted}](name=DemonDeceiver ,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=0089,timestamp=2019-04-23T00:44:53.810+0000) Ramira didn't move to intercept him, barely noticing he left as she seemed busy stomaching said drink. Filling up her glass she met Atreyu with a most dejected expression if she ever was in a good mood, to begin with. "Oh, ho, no. I have already dealt with Tsuki. I can't possibly lower myself even lower. If we are all to be swallowed by the mist by despair then I shall continue on that path."
Aproxima (NA)
: Tsuki forced herself out of Ramira's grip and with a surprising shove that actually managed to kick the lich out of her mindscape as she turned around to the entity. Strangely she didn't seem shaken. What she saw was beyond her comprehension, so possibly she didn't even try to put the entity into the frame of her understanding, thus somehow reducing the strain the presence put onto her. The Zaunite quickly turned to the red mage with a strange and silly face - smile with a tongue stuck out at the corner of mouth, eye winked and two fingers extended towards her face forming a V shape. She shouted at her *" See you around! "* The young girl's mindscape pulled back, forming into a well defined space around the girl's image, temporarily free from the entity's influence. The Bipolar Nightmare then turned back to face the enemy and raised her hand. She loudly addressed the creature, grinning and laughing maniacally *" Been a fun ride! "* She might have wanted to add 'But it ends here', but snapped her fingers a tad too early. A single long crack ran down her mindscape when she snapped her fingers and moments later briefly burst into fragments that were accelerated into space by an explosion before all of this vanished without really spreading anywhere. Tsuki basically fried her mindscape. Regardless of whatever it meant for her, it meant she completely severed her being's connection to the ethereal, preventing outside influences from taking over her without directly manipulating her body. It also meant she basically turned herself into a vegetable, at least for the time being, but it had to be done in order to be safe from the entity. Hopefully Ramira had means of "protecting" herself as well.
> [{quoted}](name=Aproxima,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=0088,timestamp=2019-04-22T15:40:56.417+0000) "Yes. Ever present in the affairs of others." She mused, perhaps to even her own surprise, she gave way to a small giggle seeing the girl's determination. "You are crazy. Far crazier than most. Very well." Accepting her decision, though mostly because she would not risk her life trying to bend it. Preparing to leave the lich stalled just long enough to say. "I have something to share, in case you do not survive, mortal. I like you, you bring unpredictable energy into these old bones." Though they were alone she still whispered to the mage. _"My true name is..."_ > Tsuki forced herself out of Ramira's grip and with a surprising shove that actually managed to kick the lich out of her mindscape as she turned around to the entity. Strangely she didn't seem shaken. What she saw was beyond her comprehension, so possibly she didn't even try to put the entity into the frame of her understanding, thus somehow reducing the strain the presence put onto her. > The Zaunite quickly turned to the red mage with a strange and silly face - smile with a tongue stuck out at the corner of mouth, eye winked and two fingers extended towards her face forming a V shape. She shouted at her *" See you around! "* The young girl's mindscape pulled back, forming into a well defined space around the girl's image, temporarily free from the entity's influence. Barely able to finish revealing her true identity by the time she was expunged from Tsuki's mind, back to the now one less soul in hand. Her mask ever implacable but carrying a ghost of a smile. "May Death free you from the Kindred." Without further ado, she crossed Tsuki's arms in an X leaving her where she laid, in an unholy sanctuary. ---- On the move again Ramira took care to lock the door with a similar spell, heading downstairs and conveniently she seemed to know exactly where they were as usual. Did men know how loud they usually were?"It seems our young comrade won't be joining us after all." The mage frowned, seemingly bothered but not enough to not interfere. "Well, don't let me stop you." Looking directly at Atreyu as she spoke. "Speak your bleeding heart." Glancing at both of them now as she pulled up a chair by the "bar". "What? Don't tell me I'm interrupting in your 'men's only' talk."
rollz3 (NA)
: >**PLOT PROGRESSION** >Ramira No one had the resolve to challenge Ramira, as they were in part desperately looking for leadership and more importantly a mage was not something one trifled with lightly. If they had any misgivings about Ramira and her self proclaimed position of power they did not openly confess them but with a handful of sharp looks and glares made it clear that she was far from having a legion of loyal soldiers and were far from pleased taking orders from an outsider. The Red Cap under her thumb merely gave an uncomfortable nervous grin before frowning at the sight of her foot in position to snap Tsuki's throat like a dry twig. Again he said nothing but nodded rapidly, the wrath of the oiler may be grave threat but that paled in compassion to someone so ruthless that'd make even Miss Fortune question her actions. He only prayed that the overwhelming fear clouded any doubt is his mind knowing full well that she had near free reign within his skull. He picked up Tsuki and slung her over his shoulder and turned to the Red Caps. "Alight boys, set up shop here for now looks like we're gonna be here for a while AND don't get any funny ideas with their girl!" There was a brief protest at that command but it quickly petered out as most were far to exhausted to give much of a complaint but once again their growing annoyance was apparent but were left to their own devices as the two entered the bar. _____ The Red Cap looked on confusedly as Ramira had her silent conversation but was still not entirly sure why he was bringing her up here when a table would do just fine on the bottom floor. Upon seeing the room he looked on with suspicion and turned towards his 'master' and began to open his mouth but quickly closed it second guessing his words and only setting her down after some reluctance and delay, though he did try to avoid simply tossing her to the ground lest he anger the mage. He turned to leave he felt the icy grip of her hand and shuddered, fearing the worse was about to befall him but to his surprise it was not a painful death that waited him at least not yet. He merely frowned at the remarks on his behavior, did he really even have a choice against someone as powerful as her? It was survival and little more, he didn't fancy the thought of dying just yet anyway but the idea of taking the position of the Red Caps leader did fancy him as a small smirk crawled its way onto his face. Power, money, booze, anything he could want. Maybe even enough power to challenge any dock gangs left now that was a tho- His pulse raced upon the her claws raking his skin through a forest of wiry hair that covered the lower half of his face and her own mere centimeters away and noticed she seemingly cared an air of rot and her eyes lacked any warmth or soul a normal person would have. Shuddering once again at the unnatural coldness she harbored, the pirate nodded at her warning and command before quickly taking his leave, not willing to witness what ever dark ritual she planned to conduct, and not long after a chorus of cheers were heard outside. ____ Ramira was taken aback by the same images that flooded Tsuki, navigating though these visions would be difficult though the spirit with her did not survive the overload, quickly becoming a shrieking incomprehensible voice but would at the very least be a some what efficient conductor for a small portion of the feedback. The light she conjured shone brightly in the landscape and quickly got the attention of the entity unaccustomed to seeing such brilliance with the darkness and rapidly approached to investigate. Ramira would feel as if a massive ocean wave was about to crash down upon her, the presence was ancient and cold all the while it roared at her in a language that drilled into her mind like knives and would only cause her more agony if she attempted to decipher whatever it may be saying. >Atreyu **"I don't believe you."** He dead panned but didn't stop the husk from approaching and pulling up a chair before him, though Jason did lower the knife for the moment and didn't even bother to wait for Atreyu to finish before draining the glass down his gullet in a single gulp which he finished with a sigh, his head hanging down and arms holding him body from collapsing onto the bar. At first he merely stood their in silence and breathing slowly before pushing himself up and turned his back towards Atreyu, pulling open a cabinet door to reveal a number of bottles. Most were empty or broken but all the same he ran a finger across the bottles until he stopped near the end and pulled out a medium sized green bottle made into the shape of a grinning skeleton. Opening the bottle let out a short, almost human like shriek for a second before dying down. The drink, if it could be even called that, had almost the consistency of syrup and only filled it to less then a quarter but more interestingly the oiler wiped a drop of blood from his face and flicked into the drink where upon greenish fire sparked to life. He swirled it for a moment before blowing it out and drinking the substance, let out a sharp gasp and shaking his head for a moment and decided to address the less personal question first. **"Our base of operations is compromised so its only a matter of time before the undead and the mists return to finish the job"** He muttered. **"We have no choice but to ford the mists inland now and discuss with"** He paused, poured another drink, slugged it and grimaced. **_"Those two."_** He growled, the already broken glass cracking in his grip. **"They have better resources, equipment and most importantly the Callers if we can't get one of them to work with us we are completely and truly fucked."** Jason grimaced as he poured yet another drink but did not touch it. **"If I had to guess we have maybe a day or two before another attack occurs, maybe even sooner. Whatever we decide however we can't stay here."** Jason grabbed the glass and swirled it, contemplating his thoughts. **"If Napra had it her way all of you would have been dead the minute you showed up in the slum markets, without a word of warning either just BANG another body for the briny."** He confessed directly and without emotion. **"She would drag everyone down with her suicidal habits and methods, I couldn't allow that and I couldn't let her stay knowing she may end up slitting our throats in our sleep."** **"I fought with her through the worst the sea and the Isles thrown at us."** He pulled the picture from his pocket and showed Atreyu a faded black and white photo of twenty four individuals, all of which wore a similar suit to Jason but had their helmets off. Jason could be seen in the upper right corner of the shot with notably less scars and two still working eyes and about twenty years younger, Napra could be seen in the same row about to persons to the left. **"I couldn't kill her, it didn't feel right after all we went through but such hostility cannot go ignored."** He continued. **"May I ask you a question?"** **"Does it still count as mercy, Atreyu, if you give someone a gun with no bullets?"** >Tsuki Tsuki's submissive state allowed her to go unnoticed by the entity about to attack her and Ramira though by allowing the visions to flow instead of trying to analyze may have saved her sanity and to an extent spared her from being focused down by the entity. This however came at a cost as the visions and noise became louder and more overwhelming with its approach. Tsuki was at risk of being lost in the sea of information and completely consumed by it, should her connection severed within the mindscape she may not wake up ever again with no hope of recovery or rescue, cast adrift in an endless sea of images and strands. Or worse, something could take her place should such a thing were to happen.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=0084,timestamp=2019-04-11T00:59:06.214+0000) > > Ramira was taken aback by the same images that flooded Tsuki, navigating though these visions would be difficult though the spirit with her did not survive the overload, quickly becoming a shrieking incomprehensible voice but would at the very least be a some what efficient conductor for a small portion of the feedback. The light she conjured shone brightly in the landscape and quickly got the attention of the entity unaccustomed to seeing such brilliance with the darkness and rapidly approached to investigate. > > Ramira would feel as if a massive ocean wave was about to crash down upon her, the presence was ancient and cold all the while it roared at her in a language that drilled into her mind like knives and would only cause her more agony if she attempted to decipher whatever it may be saying. Ramira clawed at her head twitching uncontrollably from the insidious influence that seemed determined to break her mind, _"too... much."_ She thought to herself, her mind cracking from the mental assault, quickly deciding on another approach. Yet in that incomprehensible mess, something stirred with intent around it. Her hand lifted to the air but quickly retracted, such delicious... power should have been hers to take. But she had recently seen the wisdom of backing off when necessary and thus eradicated any such thoughts. So instead she abandoned the spirit, merging with the darkness hoping to escape the presence's notice for now. A pity, for what secrets could she have divulged given enough time... suddenly grabbing what remained of said spirit in a small ball form she dragged it along to where it would be best expended. > Tsuki's submissive state allowed her to go unnoticed by the entity about to attack her and Ramira though by allowing the visions to flow instead of trying to analyze may have saved her sanity and to an extent spared her from being focused down by the entity. This however came at a cost as the visions and noise became louder and more overwhelming with its approach. > > Tsuki was at risk of being lost in the sea of information and completely consumed by it, should her connection severed within the mindscape she may not wake up ever again with no hope of recovery or rescue, cast adrift in an endless sea of images and strands. > > Or worse, something could take her place should such a thing were to happen. One voice echoed amongst the many chiding her, though lost in the sea. _"Childe, alive or not you are returning with me."_ Putting together a mind and soul was a difficult task, for mortals perhaps. But not for Ra'thul, the Firstborn. 'Plunging' her hand deep inside the mental stream of information Ramira attempted to grab hold of what was Tsuki, and if successful switch places with the spirit. It was already threatening to falter but for as long as she willed it, it would not feel the final rest of death. To a point. No easy task but the threat of death always kept one firmly in the now.
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: >**Plot Progression** >Ramira After the fight between the two oilers had finished, Ramira had most of the attention of the survivors though Jason was far out of ear shot of the message let alone in the state of mind to care about it at the current moment. There was confused murmuring among their ranks as to what 'eldritch creatures' she was referring many of which not even eldritch meant but most knew she was a mage and knew well enough that testing one was not a good idea. At her next sentence there was outcry and anger,and one of notable disgust from the Red Cap who was the receiver of the blood wiping, they wanted to know how this happened much like Napra before her exile. Patience was not a strong suit of theirs and if not for her protection of Tsuki they would have likely found ever increasingly creative methods to rouse her from her sleep but in light of recent events they didn't want to make things worse just yet lest the currently indisposed leader decides to turn his frustration from furniture to those who pissed him off even more. The Red Cap guard from earlier stiffened at her touch and the pressure within his mind, a cold sweat running down the side of his head and eyes darting from side to side before clearing his throat. "Li..listen things have been going sideways and I'm with yea the lass has a lot of things to answer for. Mainly how she fits in to this and how it relates to the attack on what was supposed to be our new home." The Red Cap announced. "But we can't lose hope, these mages have a plan, the oiler has a plan, and they're gonna turn this around and push those bastards back into the sea and give Bilgewater back to living once and for all!" The survivors of the bar didn't really care for the small speech but the Red Cap were more then eager to have someone to rally behind in their ranks after the death of their previous, if not incompetent leader, where they managed to ignore the current speaker pale and practically terrified expression. After that was said and done, the Red Cap gave Ramira a sideways glance as if ask if the result was what she wanted. >Atreyu After Atreyu was done conversing with Ramira and the others outside, upon entering the well destroyed bar would be greeted with the site a handful of dead bodies of pirates and the majority of the furniture pushed towards the windows after the initial defenses fell, if he was observant he'd notice the totems near the main entrance that he spent a great deal of time and energy repaired are cracked and inert having lost almost all magic they once held though he'd be able to since a faint magic signal from others within the establishment although not nearly as powerful as the ones he had personally fiddled with. Something far less obscure was Jason standing behind the bar with a half empty bottle of amber fluid and a whiskey glass that was currently getting drained of its contents with a diving knife stabbed into bar, pining what appears to be a picture to the wooden table but he was too far away to see what, if anything, was on it. Without waiting to breath poured another full glass and resumed his drinking and for the moment didn't seem to register that Atreyu had entered or if he did couldn't be bothered to muster enough of a response to address him as a bottle of alcohol was currently getting devoted all his attention which unceremoniously was thrown against a wall with a sharp shatter upon realizing it was drained of its contents. He briefly dipped below the bar and came back up with another full bottle which he opened with a pop by pulling the cork out his teeth but before he could resuming his solitary activity he finally noticed a second party, looking up at the mage. **"Atreyu."** He said firmly and with suspicion, setting the bottle down and to the side for the moment. Blood was still pouring slowly from the wounds on his face from the fight, He pulled the knife from the table and dragged the photo off the counter in a less then discreet manner. **"Need something or are you here to give me more lip, if its the last one I'll warn you once I'm not in the mood for sass."** He warned pointing the knife at Atreyu. >Tsuki While Tsuki may be physically indisposed for the time being, her mind was far from quiet. Her connection to the mana threads and the entity that dug into her mind was not severed and still was being fed information if not in a very inconsistent and muddled manner. In her mind she could see through the eyes of hundreds of individuals that were connected to these threads, the sheer overload of information being funneled into her was at risk of driving her insane, or more accurately _more_ insane, if she was not able to cope with the influx or find a way to filter it to a manageable degree. Trying to acquire information or particular locations was an equally insane task as each vision barely lasted more then a couple of seconds at a time but there would be a common theme among all of them, mobilization. Massive amounts of Drowned and Weights were preparing for something of biblical proportions, as to what they had planning was not clear but no doubt would not be good for the remaining humans in Bilgewater nor when this was going to be set in motion but the currently the various factions within Bilgewater would not be able to withstand it alone, even with the the aid of the Caller and the group's magical prowess. But before she could ponder the implications or theorize the nature of this, a familiar presence could be sensed within her semi-lucid state. The same entity that pried location of the safe house was once again searching the ethereal landscape once again and with attention, Tsuki would only have a short defend her mind or hide her presence. Should it find her again the consequences could be dire.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=0080,timestamp=2019-04-04T05:24:58.826+0000) > The survivors of the bar didn't really care for the small speech but the Red Cap were more then eager to have someone to rally behind in their ranks after the death of their previous, if not incompetent leader, where they managed to ignore the current speaker pale and practically terrified expression. After that was said and done, the Red Cap gave Ramira a sideways glance as if ask if the result was what she wanted. Ramira clapped her hands once in a flat manner at his speech, "I agree with this young man. I stand with him seeing his skill alone in the battle over the shed. Unless anyone is willing to disagree...?" None seemed to like the idea of crossing a mage openly, but the idea of overwhelming numbers likely stirred in their minds. In front of her choice guard again his crowd returning to... crowding the area she spoke mentally. _"Marvelous performance. Keep it up, your talents were greatly wasted as a simple guard. Continue to work for me I will see you become a great man."_ Looking down, not at his feet but at her fallen companion she put one foot over Tsuki's neck, a most disgusted sound echoing from her throat. _"I don't 'do' disobedience."_ Removing said foot she motioned for him to pick up the unconscious Tsuki. _"The rest of these brutes are yours to play with, but this child is mine."_ Again with an open hand she impatiently gestured down speaking normally. "Oh spare me any charades of indignity." Creepily cold hands clasped onto his shoulders, the mage faking a smile her voice lowered to a whisper. _"Least you forget that without me, you are alone with only ambition as your ally."_ Heading into the bar with a single goal in mind Ramira crept through the trashed remains, until she reached her partly demolished room. The door still stood, but the wall seemed ready to give from but a tap. As she set to unlock it she answered another being whose questions begged answers that pressed on her true identity. For a moment the red mage's features twisted into anger, then some sort of acceptance as her arms went slack. > [{quoted}](name=DemonDeceiver ,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=007f,timestamp=2019-04-03T01:29:25.536+0000) >"Oh that devious sorceress... " Nudging at the mental connection if it was still in tact to ask a few questions as he subconsciously began walking in Jason's direction. Waving to Raoul as he did so in acknowledgement. "Hoping they'll string her up..? Must say though, you have a strong fist if you created that purple abrasion.... " A chuckle echoing through the wavelength before fading out into another question. _" I'm a woman of many talents. Besides the obvious, no. Tsuki did well in her efforts but she betrayed my integrity. That..."_ A pause lingered in the mental air, long and cold. _"Nevermind. The female's injuries are none lethal, and may leave a scar at worst."_ > " So am I allowed to pick your brain on what that was, inside that likely now hole in the island..? That ghostly bounty hunter seemed to claw under your skin more than id expect you'd allow, full ice claws and death glare up in arms with only a few words and im guessing an old name of yours thrown in?" _"No you may not, though I empathise with your suspicion of said events. I am not some nerd afraid to fight, my living may be through books but I firmly believe in the ideology of an 'eye for an eye'."_ Her hand ran over her face, but where skin would be in her scarred eye sounded roughly like the texture of bone. _"I took nothing but professional joy from repaying his scar to my eye."_ Though she froze in person at his last assumption, only mental chuckles followed. _"Oh, please. I study the dead. If I were, say, a lich would that not be a bit on the nose? It's obvious its Tsuki. Or did you miss it calling supermassive titan wicker into battle? Only a powerful being could do such a feat, and a lich would easily be able to assume any form. I say we keep its secret, secret for now. If it's true I would avoid its ire."_ --- Trailing off Ramira's presence left the conversation unlocking the door she entered through, dark rituals having taken place inside. "How dreadful. My research..." Looking back she offered a stiff nod at the ground. "Put her there. Then you may leave." But before he could actually do so she took his hand as he left, her touch seemed less frigid now and just a bit chilled. "What? Did you think I would let you leave without thanking you?" Now she smiled for what seemed with genuine affection, hand flatly resting on his cheek while the other squeezed his hand. "You are a pleaser. And you've done nothing but following orders so far. That will all change now. You would like the Red caps restored to your former glory would you not?" Stepping closer the superior (but far shorter) woman met his eyes. "You can even have me in time." Her palm stroked his cheek, but her nails as sharp as a blade left superficial rakes in their wake. ** "But if you ever forget your place. I will bury you."** By now she almost touched his nose with her own. "It's really that simple." Her thumb brushing over his lip. "Go now. Rally your men, let them drink their sorrows away. As a token of my affection and our partnership... you can take whatever valuables Napra left behind." And just like that she was detached from the conversation already having turned around kneeling down next to Tsuki's body. "Or stay if you are bold enough." > [{quoted}](name=Aproxima,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=0081,timestamp=2019-04-04T05:32:44.112+0000) _"Girl..."_ Ramira muttered under her breath, quietly mulling. In any other case, she would have utterly broken the offender, but she had stayed her hand in this matter. This hesitation was dangerous, had brought forward concepts she felt nothing but disconnect to. Far from love, she was already married and quite so happy with it. Had this creature of flesh seriously brought feelings of... adoption... motherhood of some twisted sorts. No. It had to be this illusion's doing. Even with a lighter form of the spell all this pretending had made her start to fall into delusion. She felt nothing towards this being. Yet her hand had stayed all the same. To distract herself from these concerning notions Ramira began to call upon dark magic that swirled around her hands. One soul out of 5 had been expended, she would need to harvest more soon. Straining Ramira placed one hand over her chest dragging a stubborn soul out that moaned in agony, forcing it into a ball of energy using both hands. Satisfied she released the sphere letting it float above Tsuki's head. Her own eyes went white as she established a direct bridge into Tsuki's mind, the unfortunate soul following behind. But whatever she was planning was interrupted by what she met, an information overload that assaulted her senses just as it did with Tsuki. Tsuki would be able to process what was happening a bit easier, unintentionally have a better chance to prepare as the surplus images and visions were partially directed into Ramira's and the spirit's mind. Though she would likely be busy fending off her unknown attacker another light appeared in Tsuki's mind, like a mental manifestation of a meal. The spirit Ramira brought was a source of potential unlike any other, consuming it would be an easy matter as the mental toll it had already taken left it little more but a vulnerable shell. All she had to do was focus on this beacon of magic, and the more she did the more its light diminished.
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: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP)
>However then the red mage managed to anger the titan with her ice magic. "Fall already," Ramira growled as it reared up preparing to shatter everything around her... and her. Clutching her connection to this world, her phylactery she prepared for a bad ending. A shockwave echoed from its stomp that made her fall on her back, glaring back up she prepared to pierce its shell in an attempt to sunder what held it together. But like all summoned things, it fell apart at the seams mere moments before it had time to unleash its rage. Though she was relieved to not be forced to endure death, something remained deep within its shell. Weak but ever so distastefully human. On her feet again Ramira quickly sifted through the remains, one hand in front while she closed her eyes letting a darker force guide her steps. Soon she could feel shallow breathing, eyes quickly shot up revealing... Tsuki. Of, course. Glancing back at the crowd she made a quick decision, pulling Tsuki out of the rubble with a strength of something beyond human, she raked her across the face twice leaving gruesome marks but not enough to be permanent scars. It just had to look that way if this was to succeed. Clenching her hand she let it at Tsuki's face giving her a harsh black eye. Shaking her hand as if it was on fire Ramira mused in thought. *"Always wanted to try that. So very... caveman-ish."* Admittedly she worried not much about harming the woman, flesh she could heal and quite well at that. Dragging her by the neck Ramira quietly spoke to the unconscious woman. "Darling, you may have just given me the perfect opportunity." Thinking to herself, *"to clear my name"*. Pushing past the crowd Ramira cleared her throat, presenting Tsuki to everyone. "If I may have your attention." Once she was sure everyone paid attention she went on. "I've found our lost, and quite a guilty companion. As you can see she has received proper education on provoking eldritch creatures." Dropping Tsuki's unconscious bod to the ground Ramira wiped her freshly bloodied hand on a red cap's unfortunate shoulder. "I take full responsibility for her actions, so the punishment was mine to give. But you are free to question her when she wakes up... which likely won't be for a while." The lack of Napra was disappointing but brutes could only speak through fists. But where boldness failed opportunity rose. Looking to the likely offended rep cap he may or may not remember their last encounter guarding the gates to the shed, of wish she recalled well. Pushing past him with an 'accidental' shoulder to his stomach she mentally rapped him. _"Your leader stands dead, now is the time for you to claim leadership of the red caps. They won't dare challenge you, not with me by your side." _ _"Take the throne."_ She insisted her presence lingering in his mind, coiling like a snake. _"Or remain nothing but a guard to a crater for the rest of your short life."_
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: >**Plot Progression** >Ramira and Atreyu Jason was about to remind the lippy mage that _he_ didn't have much of an option in leaving her behind and lacked a distinct, glaring quality that she possesses and had a vastly different opinion on worth of mages to a loyal crew but she seemed to retract on her statement a bit even if it was in her usual backhanded sort of way. It was the best he was going to get and wasn't feeling up to trade words and waste breath who's ego rivals that of Sarah Fortune. **"I doubt that anyone is feeling partially happy about the recent events."** He grumbled looking over mutilated bodies of fallen survivors and undead, the situation was more precarious then he'd admit. Trying to hold up a front of hope and that all wasn't loss just to keep the others from falling into despair and panic but this may be more then they can take and if they had anytime before the end prior it would be all but gone now. **"Have to plan our next move carefully, might not get a chance for another if it all goes wrong."** As for Atreyu, Jason merely stared daggers at him with the crystal mage in question seeing a notable blue glow grow in intensity from within the darkness of the helmet that was almost projecting anger at him silently but obeyed the request and took a step back to let him perform his task. **"I know you may not give a rat's ass about what happens here and believe me you two made it abundantly clear you are only helping us because either you are getting paid a boatload or just so happen to be stuck here and couldn't find anyone better, so maybe I'm not in the best of moods when i lost two of my best men and half of the people I _promised_ to protect _DEAD_ in the same god damn day."** He snapped with barely contained anger, as if at any moment he was going to lose his composure while the Red Caps shuffled uncomfortably a short distance away. Jason approached Atreyu and jabbed a finger into his shoulder, bone chilling cold creeping rapidly into the point of contact. **"Now is not the time to test my patience mage."** He said steely. **"So I'll tell you this once, if you have something smart to say either keep it to yourself or I'mma cram it back where it came from as I'm really not in the mood for it."** His gaze snapped to Ramira afterword. **"That goes for both of you."** >Group As the stone wall fell, revealing the now destroyed bar and its surviving patrons within. Jason let out a short sigh but before he could enter the bar and evaluate the situation further there were shouts of fear and confusion as the fire giant trudged its way through the Red Caps, it was also fairly obvious that something was burning in the distance even in the perpetual gloom with smoke billowing high in the distance but with next to no man power there not much to they could do to stop the blaze but with it so close to the shore they could only hope it didn't spread further inland. The giant managed to make it to the center of the street with the oiler only giving it a puzzled look, unsure what it was doing here or what he could do the mages probably knew some spell or charm but as for him and the other locals they were at a loss but gave it a wide berth, not wanting to get withing grabbing distance of it even in its notable damaged condition. Napra was the first to come out of the bar with a look of bewilderment and anger painted across her tattooed face, confronting Jason with little time for him to react. _"They came out of nowhere, started bangin and screamin at the windows....gods they tore people part and dragged'em into the street. Totem's did fuck all to stop'em."_ Napra's anger began a to take hold of her as she shoved Jason backwards forcefully making him stagger. _"You said they wouldn't find us! That'd they keep us safe!"_ **"I don't know that they found us."** He said slowly with notable frustration building in his voice. **"They attacked us at the shed but...they broke away Tsuki said they were coming."** He continued with a partway glance the giant. Napra was not satisfied with the answer and only seemed to become more unhinged with each passing second. _"And how did **she** know that."_ Jason once again didn't have an answer and shook his head. **"I don't know and I don't care all that matter is that-"** Napra pushed him aside, drawing her sword and rapidly closing in on the giant. _"Knew that little shit was an omen."_ She muttered, gripping the hilt of the sword tightly as she hustled over. Jason grabbed her shoulder and stared her down. **"Napra, think about what you're doing before you do something very foolish."** Napra hissed and swung at him making him step back in shock. _"Talk, debate, talk, that's all you've done but never any action!"_ she yelled at him. _"The dead show up and all you want to do is hide and wait but ya never want to take the fight to them!"_ She said in disbelief. _"The Jason I knew on the rig out there would have stared down Mordekaiser himself, would have put a bullet in that little witch's head the second she started acting loony and spoutin doomspeak!"_ She yelled, pointing the blade towards the giant. _"Don'tcha think its a little odd the undead pricks started getting uppity once these three have arrived or are you too dense to see the connection?"_ Snarling at the oiler and her eyes darting rapidly between him and the other two mages before scoffing at the lack of response for her so called 'leader', some of the others vocalizing their displeasure as well Shaking her head in disgust. _"Since you came back from that hunt ya had a tail between yer legs, we should've blow yer damn head off the night you-"_ _**"AND DO WHAT!?"**_ He challenged rushing toward her and pushing her, making her stumble and fall on her back. **"Kill me? Throw me to the beasts ay?"** He keeled down before smacking her across the face with a loud thwack. **"You think I _wanted_ to lead? That I _desired_ to take Cabot's place?"** He questioned furiously, before dragging her up, using the neck of her suit as a handle. **"That I wanted _this_ to happen!?"** Presenting her the bodies of the fallen before then, all plastered with blank lifeless faces before tossing her to the floor again. **"Need I remind you that you crumpled like an Ionian guardsmen under a Noxian boot when your crew-mates hanged on your every word?"** **"When your fuck up cost you your brother?"** He hissed With that she exploded in anger and rose up back to her feet swiftly, screaming incoherently but before she could attack Raoul stepped in, holding them both back at arms length. "Remember the codes, we need a captain. The Red Caps are gonna need one too, last thing we need is for all of us to be at each other throats." His gaze shifted slowly between Napra and Jason, whom both glanced at the remaining survivors who were already had their hands twitching near their weapons. "If you two are gonna do this don't repeat what Fortune did." Napra and Jason locked eyes in silence then nodded before taking steps apart as a circle of the surviving Bilgewater, mercenaries, locals and Red Caps formed a circle around the two as they both took off their suits and relinquished their weapons, while a pair of men patted them down for any hidden weapons they had on their person afterword both raised their fists. Raoul took his place near Ramira and Atreyu with his arms crossed, shaking his head sadly.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=007a,timestamp=2019-03-22T16:42:25.101+0000) > As the stone wall fell, revealing the now destroyed bar and its surviving patrons within. Jason let out a short sigh but before he could enter the bar and evaluate the situation further there were shouts of fear and confusion as the fire giant trudged its way through the Red Caps, it was also fairly obvious that something was burning in the distance even in the perpetual gloom with smoke billowing high in the distance but with next to no man power there not much to they could do to stop the blaze but with it so close to the shore they could only hope it didn't spread further inland. She couldn't devote much brain power to paying lip seeing a show of destruction, yet something deeply grated her about it. This young mage presumably, had taken out a sizeable chunk of Bilgewater. To say it offended her that a _living_ mage managed to summon enough will to purge the wretches of these islands. > Jason grabbed her shoulder and stared her down. **"Napra, think about what you're doing before you do something very foolish."** Another fight brewing made her recall a certain conflict between two parties. She supported Napra openly, even if Jason had qualities she sought in the perfect little leader. Too stubborn, too... human. He gave in to his impulses at times but he wasn't as short-sighted as the rest of the dregs. But, he had support from others, likely red caps included. That meant an intervention was at best futile. She quite remembered vouching for Tsuki, who now was conveniently missing after invoking wrath from faceless beings. Why she had claimed responsibility for two unpredictable elements surpassed her eternal understanding. > [{quoted}](name=Aproxima,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=766JLFOm,comment-id=00780001,timestamp=2019-03-22T00:06:31.720+0000) It may have looked vain, but she cared not as she swaggered away from the brewing conflict knowing full well that taking either side would only lead to unwanted grief. She went for a more practical approach, it wouldn't matter much if said creature of flame and coal trampled everyone in its path. one could call it instinct of sorts, though it seemed mindless it had a destination or goal in mind. Knowing Tsuki's too happy ways it may have just been imprinted on her fellow survivors. Regardless Ramira approached the mighty being stopping at the entrance to said square. Raising her hand she uttered a simple command. "Stop." Which in itself felt rather silly seeing as it clearly had no mind, a minion but without flesh or brain. Rolling her eyes she instead tried to freeze its right foot in place, hoping to stall it long enough for it to die. Now, if it went _berserk_ instead... Hopefully, her phylactery would survive the impact.
: > [{quoted}](name=Arbiter Akali,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aoVZsOqA,comment-id=003b,timestamp=2019-03-24T02:33:07.219+0000) > Ymmmmir [Honey](https://docs.google.com/document/d/173lCn3SYMpgQFUrgP6I3JwNsZu9b6kznJ3QQfFPjeLI) was traveling through Freljord’s harsh winters without so much as a care of the weather. The only thing she wore besides her attire was a tattered wool cloak weaved and stitched up together from the hide of a bear. She had discarded the skull and had finished carving out whatever brain matter it had left for food about a couple of days ago. The scent... It had grown stronger and seemed much more profound around these parts. Where was he? However, a new scent filled the cold winter air, drawing the woman away from her path and to what appeared to be a pass. Standing at the very top and overlooking the area, she could see dozens upon dozens of warriors charging at one singular woman. For a human, she was very skilled, but at the end of the day she was just human. It was an interesting spectacle, but if she spent her time overlooking a simple skirmish, then the scent towards Master would go cold. That was not favorable, nor was it something she wished for. Standing up, she prepared to leave and allow this one to fight on.
> [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aoVZsOqA,comment-id=003b0000,timestamp=2019-03-24T02:49:47.167+0000) > > Ymmmmir > > [Honey](https://docs.google.com/document/d/173lCn3SYMpgQFUrgP6I3JwNsZu9b6kznJ3QQfFPjeLI) was traveling through Freljord’s harsh winters without so much as a care of the weather. The only thing she wore besides her attire was a tattered wool cloak weaved and stitched up together from the hide of a bear. She had discarded the skull and had finished carving out whatever brain matter it had left for food about a couple of days ago. > > The scent... It had grown stronger and seemed much more profound around these parts. Where was he? However, a new scent filled the cold winter air, drawing the woman away from her path and to what appeared to be a pass. Standing at the very top and overlooking the area, she could see dozens upon dozens of warriors charging at one singular woman. > > For a human, she was very skilled, but at the end of the day she was just human. It was an interesting spectacle, but if she spent her time overlooking a simple skirmish, then the scent towards Master would go cold. That was not favorable, nor was it something she wished for. > > Standing up, she prepared to leave and allow this one to fight on. **"Hahaha! Little man!"** One of them had the misfortune of being grabbed mid-swing, her tiny head becoming tinier as the Iceborn crushed her skull one-handed, discarding the useless body to the side. Though it made the two attackers left freeze they soon charged again ferocious battle cries replaced soon by splatters of blood. ---- **_"Now this is a surprise."_** The howling wind seemed to carry a voice around Honey, soon who it belonged to appeared in the form of the legendary Ice witch, casually floating through the snow with her feet. **_"You do not carry the stench of creation on your being. That makes you a step below the roaches."_** Lifting her hand interrupting the badger's thoughts she continued. **_"Did you think you would escape my notice?_** _This land whispers to those who can hear it."_ Last part spoken softly on thin lips. Chiding her with a wagging finger. **_"But I am not here to entertain you. Listen, creature." _** Raising her flat palm the ice witch motioned towards the battle raged below. **_"I will permit your continued presence in these lands if you assist in reclaiming fort Strong."_** The cold seemed to intensify, the storm raging dangerously around the badger. **"Or just die~"** She dryly added with a deliciously sadistic undertone. Before more could be done the ice witch sent a concentrated blast of ice and hail directed at the woman, though the attack would be easy to deflect the mysterious woman was gone when she looked, foreboding [laughter](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/leagueoflegends/images/1/1e/Lissandra.laugh03.ogg/revision/latest?cb=20130505144644) ringing in her ears. ---- Another company another glorious end... for them. This time 20 had stormed out of fort Strong's comforting walls, eager to take blood. Hefting her greataxe on her shoulder Ymir clicked her tongue against teeth before getting back to work, narrowly dodging an archer's cheap shot. Grunting in annoyance she darted downwards, picking up a one-handed axe that she promptly sent flying and into the skull of said coward. _"19 to go."_ She muttered under her breath.
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