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Rugal, Slindis : Time remaining: 3:00

Slindis saw the shockwave coming and jumped over it. By this point, the Ten Minutes from Hell had given her what was needed to see that Rugal would follow up with another attack, so she decided to follow up with one she had seen earlier in the match:


It didn't have quite the same amount of energy behind it, but the attack should still catch the man off guard.

Rugal is being countered?! Roll against a DC10.

Rugal, Slindis : Time remaining: 2:30

Rugal rolled 5, ouchie!

...Wow...she's good Rugal thought before she used the Rising Rage Flash that he himself used earlier in the fight to counter his jump in attack, a pair of heels striking his jaw and causing him to fall flat on his back.
At this point it seemed less of a matter of her learning to evade and more her actually trying to beat him.
The second he processed this, he decided to stop holding back as he jumped back onto his feet.
"Most Impressive! Been a while since I had such a good sparring session. But lets. see you dodge this!" He called out as his hand began to glow blood red.
Slindis knew what it was, his Slashing Aura.
Things were about to get rough...

Once he was ready, He dashed in and let out a series of kicks followed by a huge downward chop.
If it connected, the best she could hope for was that only her outfit got cut.

Slashing Aura: +2 to all DCs, Cutting Effect added to all Rugal's physical attacks. DC12 to Dodge

Dimension: Avatar Adventures Universe

Location: Corrupted Forest | Corrupted Temple of Light | South America
Time: Midday | January 2nd

Airship Rising Dawn - The Canteen

Angelus | Cadolbolg | Puce | Ton Ton

Angelus shifted uncomfortably, and whispered, "It is not entirely my place to say in public. Perhaps in private I could speak with you about this? You know most of the situation with Furiae already, so you understand my need for discretion, right?"

Airship Rising Dawn - Crew Quarters


As the Cleric finished up the shower and turned off the water, she thought she heard the sound of yelling coming from outside her door, but she couldn't quite make out the words being said. With a light frown, Teri decided to do nothing about it. If it was an argument between the Devil and the Reaper of Souls, she wanted nothing to do with it. As she readied herself for bed with the usual rituals (brushing her teeth, drying her hair, etc), the glint of red-gold caught her eyes, and saw that she hadn't taken off the charm. If anything, it had to have been made of good stuff to not have been affected by the water. With an inquisitive thought, Teri waved a hand over the necklace, casting "Detect Magic" over it and focused for a few moments... To her surprise, she found 4 separate magical auras hidden within the item, and thought long and hard about what they could be...

Teri makes a bunch of Spellcraft checks! She gets the following results:

1st Aura: 25 - This spell is a Conjuration, Subtype: Calling spell.
2nd Aura: 16 - This spell is an Abjuration (protective) spell
3rd Aura: 21 - This spell is a Transmutation (skill enhancing) spell
4th Aura: 24 - This spell is an Abjuration (protective) spell

The Conjuration spell was probably what called him to her and Slindis' location, so Teri could easily write that one off of the pieces functionality. As for the other three enchantments...? Teri had no idea, but balked at the number of enchantments on the item anyway. Why would Lucifer give her such a thing? Although the enchantments were individually low power ones, hence her ability to decipher their schools so easily; the fact that they were all placed in one item made it a wondrous piece.

"I really need to thank him for this," she thought to herself, "That is, the next time we meet.."

The girl stopped herself when she thought that; 'next time we meet'? Why would she think that?! Giving herself a light tap on the head, her thoughts continued, "No... That's a silly thought. I'll probably never see him again. His job's done, whatever it was helping my brain out was for. With the Reaper right outside my door, there's no reason to assume he'll be back anytime soon."

Finally getting into bed, the Cleric gave the trinket ones last look before closing her eyes. Even if the gift was from a less than savory character, she couldn't help but admit that it was something to be appreciated.

Caim, Melethia

Caim watched Melethia's display in confusion, and asked again, "Hmn.. Maybe this is a bit more similar to what you're trying to do?"

Going to another one of the dummies, Caim slashed at it for a few moments, and in the midst of his combo, Melethia saw his weapon give off a flash of light, and then he released a shockwave of purple light, knocking the dummy in question off it's 'feet' and onto the floor.

Airship Rising Dawn Network:: A.I. Vermilion | Dmitri

Dimitri frowned, but kept going, "Forgive me for being impudent, Ms. Vermilion, but I am seeing that the life support systems are acting... off. Environmental regulation is several degrees below optimal temperature, food production is getting faulty... Little things of that manner. However, I am also finding in my attempts to alleviate this situation, I am being blocked... With the Angelic AIs eliminated by Viscus, and Viscus via us, I cannot help but think you might be involved somehow. So tell me the truth, Vermilion... Are you, and if so, why?"

The dropping of the 'Ms.' in addressing the AI had caught Vermilion's attention immediately. Dimitri was being serious, but his eyes were not unkind. Rather, they were hurt more than anything. For an AI built to serve, to have his partner in service go against such protocols must have been a conflicting set of processes for the butler.


Inuart watched in horror as Furiae looked at the PDA, the screams of her demonic form reverberating from the device as the footage went on. When the footage ended, Furaie's grasp on the device went limp, and looked at her hands in horror, "I did all of that? That was me in that footage?! Why I can't I remember it?! Why?"

Burying her face in her hands, the woman began to shake, the images from before flashing through her mind.

"What if I do this again?! Oh Gods help me!"


Inuart slowly tried to pat his frightened love on the shoulder, but recoiled when she cried out, "Don't touch me! Don't even look at me! I'm- I'm- I'm a monster!"

A choked sob gasped from the woman, and her shaking grew with each cry that fell from her. As she cried, the men began to notice something beginning to stir from underneath her gown....

As Kala was walked into the canteen and saw Ella and Devon having dinner, a nervous smile had crossed her face for but a moment. She really hoped Devon wasn't under Allure or anything, but overhearing the last bit of their recent conversation, she gathered that that probably was not the case. "Well hello you two... I guess this may not be a good time to interrupt..." she said to the pair. "But if I'm going to be working with the two of you I may as well know your names." she said rather politely, the white ring glowing slightly in Ella's presence. Kala wondered if it were sentient somehow, as it tended to glow and get a bit... heated... around unsavory creatures. Not that anyone would notice also, since they weren't looking, even Kala didn't... but the flames in the fireplace seemed to stand on end and point like a needle of some sort directly towards Kalastryn. She didn't even notice, but she was about to gain unrivaled power over flame, more-so than she already had.

Rugal, Slindis : Time remaining: 2:00

Slindis rolled a 7...

The effect of Rugal rushing in with the combo had Slin instinctively guard her organs. This is what people in the business of killing things calls a Good Thing, since it sliced through the cloth and left decent sized gashes in her arms instead of the much more gory alternative. The pause after the last attack was a flawed one, though, as what would have been an overhead slash through a collarbone instead had the man slashing through thin air as the last bits of the Shadow Fade from earlier kicked in on that exact moment, giving the Drow time to leap back to give her a good amount of space between herself and Rugal. Although she couldn't even hope to copy that aura, she could still pick up a good bit from how the man went to close the space and see how she could counter that.

Slindis made space between herself and Rugal.

Caim, Melethia

She shook her head. "Nah, that doesn't give the ranged option. Only thing is that I've never seen one of my weapons flash like that before, though. Whatcha gotta do to have that happen?" Melethia's eyes glinted when she saw the attack. Learning it would give her another option in close range combat, making her that much more versatile. However, she hadn't really shown Caim how she fought yet in the room, and there was no guarantee that he'd seen her fighting at the Temple.

Kalastryn | Devon | Ella

He gave a fairly polite wave to the Tiefling with sauce on his fingers. "Kalastryn, I'm Devon and the woman with me is Ella. Believe me, there's worse ways to have interrupted the meal." For someone that had thrown the world of Eberron on the path to destruction, he seemed like a fairly calm man. The mouthwatering smell from the kitchen indicated more ribs were on their way, but it seemed the two were almost done with the meal.

"Do you want the rest of the meal on its way? It's quite good"

Rugal, Slindis : Time remaining: 1:30

Rugal nearly lost his balance as he over committed to the final strike, allowing Slindis to slip away and get some space.
Mentally he was counting down the seconds left, it wasn't a lot so he wanted to ensure that she fought for every single one of them.
As she examined her cut marks, The Drow looked and saw Rugal bracing for a massive attack.
"KAISER!..." He shouted as he gathered energy.
"WAVE!" He finished as a huge fireball the size of a car and just as fast raced towards her.

DC7 to dodge

Bison watched the woman's breakdown in full and as a result was the first to notice the first stages in her mutation.
"What!? Again! Viscus! Sedate her!" He ordered as the drone raised his hand and fired point blank into her chest.
"NOOOOO!" Inuart cried as the armour fired a kind of gun at her with enough force to stun her on impact.
[STATEMENT: OBSERVE THE SUBJECT.] the machine blindly answered as he pointed to the woman.
Inuart looked and saw her pick some kind of dart out of her gown as the movement underneath her subsided.
"AIM Brand Power Suppressor. I'm sorry, but until we full understand her triggers and her "Other Side", we cannot allow her outside this ward. Dr. Cortex will be with you all soon. Once you two are finished catching up: Get back to work..." Bison coldly explained before leaving, The Viscus Drone staring lifelessly at the pair.


"No thank you, I'm not really all that hungry. Anyway... after I gave you probably one of the harshest slaps I gave in my life... I've been thinking that I don't really know your point of view on utterly destroying the world I lived in... care to share?" she asked... not to seem rude and try for one of said ways to more rudely interrupt their meal... but more out of geniune curiosity... and maybe a bit of frustration on not being able to comprehend the situation from only her point of view.

"I won't blame you if you don't want to dwell on it... I'm trying not to dwell myself... but I can't really put the pieces back together if I don't know what the puzzle looks like, if you catch my drift." she said to maybe soften his conscience on the subject before he answered. slightly more noticeable now, the fire started getting hot enough that Devon could feel it across the room as if he was sitting directly next to it.

Rugal, Slindis : Time remaining: 1:00

Slindis was able to jump out of the Kaiser Wave in a way that allowed her to keep out of the way of the immediate charge as she kept a very sharp eye on the man, trying to keep an eye on his movements and see what she could pick up. It was extremely likely that he'd go for a pin if he got close, and she didn't want to give him the chance.

Ella | Devon | Kalastryn

He looked at the ground, clearly not too happy with himself for what had happened to Eberron. "Kalastryn, I never intentionally wanted to destroy your home. Hell, it was one of the most unique places I've ever seen. That's probably as useful to you as an asshole on an elbow, though. Still, no matter what, it happened and I owe a debt to you, Slindis, and Melethia. I start getting mopey, go ahead and hit me with something."

Ella looked at Kalastryn with a somewhat angry glare. "What's the deal with ruining me and Devi's meal, Tiefling?!"

Rugal, Slindis : Time remaining: 2:00

Caim, Melethia

"Hmn.. I never really have to think about it, but I'll see what I can do. I'll have to warn you know, I'm not the best teacher."

And so, Caim tried to explain to Melethia the idea of building up magical energy in a blade, "Maybe it's just a thing from my world, but when a blade is used in battle, it gains a charge of sorts. This charge enable a user to properly use the magic that the blade was enchanted with. It shows up in two ways. The first is simple enough, it's the magic granted to that weapon, like that lightning you saw earlier. The other is a bit more universal. As opposed to using the latent magic of the blade in question, you use that energy to knock your opponents back instead. This manifests in a couple of different ways..."

He swapped out a few weapons in the Wheel to demonstrate. For some, the shockwave was around the warrior, in others, it sent a wave in a single direction.

When he finished, he looked back to Melethia, "It probably functions differently from casting spells, but I think you get the general idea. It's a process of gathering that battle energy and using it in one burst. It doesn't last long; but it regenerates quickly. Do you understand so far?"


After Bison left, Inuart gave Furiae's hand a light squeeze, "I understand this is extremely stressful for you; and I've probably haven't help along either. However, do know that I'm here for you; and I'll do anything in my power to make this transition easier for you. Please do what the doctors say, and do your best to stay calm... As far as I can tell, when you're upset, the beast seems to stir."

Furiae gave Inuart a small glare at that, but the bard continued, "I desereved that... But.. Furiae, these people will try to help you along to control this. But please, do your best to remain calm. Don't give them a reason to attack, for they're not as forgiving as I am... And... I'm sorry that this happened the way it did. Had I had known this process would have had the effects it did, I probably would have found a different way to restore you. Unfortunately, I have to go now, but I'll return as soon as I can, alright? You're not alone here..."

After giving that hand one final squeeze, Inuart got up and slowly walked away, his gaze not leaving his love's conflicted face till he left the area.

As for the former Goddess? She merely stared at the machine watching her like a hawk, and mulled over all the things going on at that moment; her fear being replaced with confusion. What was going to happen to her now? Inuart had been a kind enough guide in this new and strange world, but that did not mean she understood everything going on around her.

captcha: Easy as cake

"This can't be too hard for you kid, you make magic stuff. Certainly you know how to channel that magic?"

Rugal, Slindis : Time remaining: 0:30

Time to finish this... Rugal thought as he focused on closing the gap between him and Slindis.
Basically sprinting at this point, he quickly closed the gab she worked so hard to widen and was now back within Striking Range.
The Drow, like him, was counting down the seconds as she easily evaded a few halfhearted jabs from her trainer.
"Right, watch out for this..." He said before feinting a mid attack to view her reaction as well as psyche her out.
"Here it comes..." again as he feinted a high punch.
"You ready!?" Rule of three as he entered the Kaiser Wave stance.

Then the real attack showed itself, the coup de grace: "GENOCIDE! CUTTER!"
A extremely fast and powerful rising kick imbrued with his Slashing Aura and aimed dead on at Slindis.
All she had to do was either dodge it or block it, either way she just had to last a little longer...



Ella looked at Kalastryn with a somewhat angry glare. "What's the deal with ruining me and Devi's meal, Tiefling?!"

She sighs and looks to the two of them... then chuckles a bit. "forgive me madam, I did not mean to intrude. Also Devon... hit you? No, I already got out what I needed to in the temple. Besides, I hate to admit it but as much as that place was my home... it was more often than not no more kind to me than hell would be to you. So as bad of an ending it is, I'm at least a little glad that chapter is at a close. You need know however... Slindis or Melethia may blame you... but I for one do not.

she again apologizes to Ella for the intrusion... but between her clearing her mental demons, forgiving Devon, and coming to the realization she might not go to hell after all, the flames in the fireplace seemed to fly rapidly at Kalastryn... swirling around her and then seems to be absorbed into her hands... which then light themselves with glowing white fire, so hot it makes Devon a bit uncomfortable... then it fades. It would appear she found some newfound power from these recent developments...

Rugal, Slindis : Time remaining: :15

The attack came at the Drow too fast to dodge, so she just braced for impact as the kicks shattered her guard. To say the attack hurt would be an understatement to the sheer force behind it. For many others, the amount of damage it inflicted would kill them outright. However, Slindis got up out of a sheer force of will. "...We're...not...done...yet..." It was here that Rugal saw one of the great strengths Slindis had: no matter what, she would keep going at something until she had seen it done. And although it seemed impossible that she was still living, she was standing right in front of him with a fierce pride in her eyes.

Rugal's training had served to awaken the potential she would have never shown had she kept fighting in the way she did, and she raised battered and torn up arms to show that she wouldn't back down or disrespect Rugal by giving in.

Caim, Melethia

She nodded. "It makes sense, Mister. Wanna check one of my blades to see if it's not just them messin me up?" Melethia handed over the crackling longsword which was more of a shortsword to the man, and he found that she'd made it with exquisite balance.

Devon | Ella | Kalastryn

He looked at the flames that had surrounded Kalastryn and slowly got ready to leave. "Well, Slindis doesn't want to kill me and Melethia seems to get on well enough with me. And whether or not you liked it, it was your home. You had family and friends there. Keep the memories close to you, because in the end, that's all you really can keep about them." The way he spoke made it completely clear to Kalastryn that Devon was speaking from experience.


"That may be the case Devon... but also, It may not be... I survived, and so did Slindis and Mele... I very highly doubt we were the only ones who escaped." The flames now completely disappeared. "And again, you've my apologies for intruding on what I assume is a date with your... friend... there. Anyway I'll be going now so you can continue without my interruption again" She says as she stands up from the chair and walks off to her room... where she collapses on her bed, very quickly getting to sleep.

Rugal, Slindis : Time remaining: 0:00

Rugal soon landed after his attack, noticing first off that there was blood on his leg from where the move connected with the Drow.
He frowned as she seemed to have failed at the final stretch.
He looked over and was pleasantly surprised to find Slindis still standing, if barely.
A quick examination found that the Genocide Cutter had slashed her arms deeply from where she tried to block it.
However, as her guard was broken, she also had a rather nasty cut on her chest and a smaller one that ran along her neck, barely shallow enough to not be fatal.
For the remainder of the time, they stared at each other as she bled, each waiting for the last few seconds to pass.

A alarm singled the end of the session, allowing Rugal to start tending to Slindis.
He saved the words of praise for even surviving that for until her bleeding was brought under control.
"Okay, okay, lend me your hands or you'll bled out..." He said as he sat the victor down on the down so she could rest and catch her breath as he tried to fix her up.

"Right, how did this go again..." He said as he rubbed his hands together before holding them above her arms.
Nothing happened.
"Come on, come on..." He said as he focused, clearly he wasn't one to do healing spells often.
As a bead of sweat rolled down his brow, the first she'd seen in this entire fight in fact, his hands glowed slightly as her arm cuts began to seal themselves up much to his relief.
In case he forgot to explain, he said "Something I picked up from your other half. Hold still, this is harder then it looks..." before moving onto her other cuts.


Minutes passed with no word of either this "Dr. Cortex" or anyone else for that matter.
This gave Furiae time to more deeply process what had happened over the last hour, coming back to life, her attack, everything all under the watchful eye of her guard, Viscus.
".....Who are you?...." She asked, seeing how either he nor she were going anywhere, it'd be nice to talk to someone.
Trouble was, Viscus was not really one for words.
"...Wh...what are you?..."
Again no answer as the AI now running it couldn't speak properly.
"...What about my brother?....His name is Caim...Have you seen him?...."
Even if Viscus wanted to answer that, he couldn't.
" he dead?...."
Thus the loneliness of her situation began to set in as she turned over in her bed and tried to rest, anything to take her mind off the nightmare she seemed to be in.

Sometime later

After an unknown amount of time passed, during which she dozed off, Cortex finally arrived, hovering in on his repaired hoverboard.
"Good Morning, Ms...Furiae....Mm, no second name listed here. Oh well, no matter. Now, my Co-worker Bison, Red Uniform, Hat, dead eyes, said you had a minor Mutagenic Episode after that mess in the Test Chamber. Now rest assured, I'm the best there is in my field, which is everything from atomic science to veterinary medicine and I'm certain I can find something to remove or suppress these episodes." He kindly explained as he took note of the contents of some IV Drips.

"But first, I have to ask: How exactly did you come to obtain such strange powers? Might help my research."

Rugal, Slindis

She kept her focus as she placed her hands over the injured neck, casting a Cure Moderate Wounds spell to seal the wound on her neck. "...that was some of the best training I've ever had, Rugal. I know I may have gone too far in the match, but what was I going to learn by fleeing? I wish I'd lasted a bit longer in it, though." Due to the cloth on the left arm being torn in multiple spots, Rugal could see the markings on her arm that had the same coloring as her hair. If it wasn't for the Ki being intertwined with the markings, it would have been easy to mistake it as an extremely well-made tattoo.

At the same time, she hadn't been touching the Mark for more than an anchor to use the more advanced techniques.

Rugal, Slindis

Rugal noticed the Marking and thought back to the Temple when that false version of Slindis bore the exact same, though she was more..."Open" (Under-statement of the year) about showing it.
"That is the point of training, to push limits and to learn. To actually punch properly." He gently teased as finished her arms, gently rotating them to check his handiwork as well as to get a better look at her Mark.
"Still, Most impressive on your part, especially with the Rising Rage Flash around the 3 minute mark. You are a very fast learner, no more like myself." He continued as looked up at the slash across her chest.
"Though I was really hoping you'd dodge that last attack..." he admitted, his expression growing a little sad for a moment there.
"Now then, please don't go taking this the wrong way..." He warned to her confusion before he held his healing hand above her chest, the cut soon sealing up as a result.

Rugal, Slindis

As Rugal healed up the last attack, she laughed. "I know about that final attack, but the move just came out at such an incredible speed. I don't know many that could have lived after taking that kind of attack, but I've had to live with much worse." Although the situation was a bit awkward, she knew that Rugal was aiding with the healing.

"I'll do my best to improve on what you showed me, though. Any less would be disrespectful to you."

Rugal, Slindis

Rugal felt his ego get massaged, something he always enjoyed, but rather then the standard "I'm the best at everything!" vibe, it was more quiet pride.
"Ahhhh yes...The Genocide Cutter. That move has seen me to victory time and time again, against flesh and steel. Never fear a man who has done 10000 kicks once, but the man who did 1 kick 10000 times." He said as he was careful to not bring his hand in too close.
"And don't go doing it for me, but for yourself. While I appreciate the thought, at the end of the day, you are still using these moves to fight and the other guy won't be kind enough to help you get back up..."
Soon, he was done and her cut was sealed without any scarring, not bad for someone who only learned the spell a day ago.
"Now then, can you stand?" He asked as he offered her a hand up.


Furiae took a deep breath to calm herself with the appearance of the strange doctor; reminding herself that she was in a strange world with monsters, oddly shaped people, and what have you; and spoke with a soft voice,

"As far as I understand from Inuart, I was placed within a construct called the Seed of Resurrection. As far as I remember from the myths and legends from our world, they are said to either herald the destruction or rebirth of mankind... As far as I can tell, placing me within it has cause the former rather than the later to our world..."

She paused for a moment, mulling over the events of a few hours prior, and spoke up again, "Doctor, do you know of a man named Caim? He's a bit taller than I, does not speak, and wields a black blade with matching armor. He is my brother. I am afraid to ask Inuart because the two have had a long standing feud with one another. Not that I am ungrateful for being brought back, but if I knew about anyone else from our world being here, I-..."

She looked away, her intentions being very clear. She was still lost and scared in this new world; and desperate for some semblance of familiarity.

Rising Dawn - Living Quarters

Teri awoke after some time of slumber, and after a quick status report from Dimitri, found that the Time Bubble about her had finally been dispelled while she slept. With a stretch and a yawn, Teri found that her various bits of equipment had been cleaned as she slept, another task that could be chalked up to her AI's devotion to his mistress. Taking her time getting herself decent, Teri placed the gloves and the goggles lent to her by Melethia with the intention to return them, and wandered to the Canteen. She had intended to only grab something portable, as the girl wanted to get to her post; where she suspected she'd have some time alone to think. A lot had happened in a few days, and the Cleric wanted to be able to piece things together and try to make sense of everything.

Although the encounter with her... Well, Teri decided to revert to Persona terms and decided to call it her 'Shadow'; it made things easier to define. After her encounter with her Shadow, Teri did admit to feeling a bit lighter, but she still felt confused about her encounters with Lucifer, Rugal, and her feelings regarding her subsequent deaths of the Preacher and the Angels. Perhaps when she felt ready to talk to someone (which would probably come after food in her stomach and some time to sort out her feelings), things could make a bit more sense. Grabbing a bowl of Cheerios and a water bottle from the Canteen, Teri made her way to the Med Bay, and to her surprise, saw a familiar Pokemon sitting on one of the beds expectantly. With a small noise of from the back of her throat, Teri's Tablet went off: "Ms. Jenny! Erm.. Not trying to sound rude, but what are you doing here?"


Cortex flipped open his Notebook and made a memo about Furiae's past revival, circling and underlining the "Seed of Resurrection" part.
"So it's a Arcane Magic Enchantment then? Rest assured, I might be a priest but I know how to get rid of a Demon." He said, showing excellent bedside manners for a Mad Doctor.
He then froze for a moment once she asked for Caim and seemed to grow un-comfortable.
"...You are his Sister!?" He exclaimed, clearly taken aback by this.
"You know him!?" Furiae asked, the first bit of possible good news all day.
"...Well....I know of him. I met him once, travels around with a Dragon named Angelus and a few others who call themselves the Rising Dawn. They go about saving the world and what not, actually they're doing that right now but that's another story..."

Cortex then looked over his shoulder and leaned in closer to whisper "Be very careful who you tell that fact to. Now I wasn't around for most of it but there is some very bad blood between your brother and the higher ups at this facility. So long as you keep it to yourself, you should be okay, but if you just start throwing his name around..."
He didn't finish.


After finishing her soup and prying herself away from Akane's warm embrace Jenn-
"*AHCOO!* *Sniff* Uhhhh this horrible cold. Wonder if there is anything in the medical bay?..."
And that was basically it, she went to the Med Bay to find some medicine for her cold.
Least before Teri walked in and saw the Pokemon.
Despite what happened to her, she seemed alright aside from a slight shiver every now and again, a side effect of her chilling.
"Mm?....I'm sorry, Have we met? Oh, I was just looking for some cold and flu medic-*ACHOO!* I can get rid of this *Sniff* Cold of mine....Do you work here? Just, I don't recalling meeting you, how do you know my name, Miss?..." She asked the author, nothing her strange Cleric Uniform.


Furiae deflated a little when she heard Cortex tell of her brother having a bad reputation with the members of this facility; but was still felt a bit of hope in hearing that her brother was indeed alive and in this world. With a small smile, Furiae gave the doctor a quiet thank you as he continued scribbling notes down about her condition. Perhaps she had found a (somewhat) friendly face in this compound after all? At the very least, she knew her brother and his dragon companion were indeed here, and that alone was enough to elevate her spirits in this dark place.


Teri silently kicked herself for being so forward about Jenny's name, realizing that the Pokemon didn't know her at all; even if the Author knew plenty about her. Thus, she decided to go for a different approach, and as she wandered to the medicine cabinet and pulled out the appropiate bottle for the Pokemon, "Apologies if that seemed a little creepy, Miss, but when you find out someone's come back from the dead, it's not easy to forget their face or their name; especially when a raging dragon is calling out for you. As for your question, I am Teri, a Cleric of God and on ship medic to the Rising Dawn. My Master and Senior Officer is Slindis, who you may or may not have met already met. You know, tall woman, grey skin, redhead?"

Jenny noticed that as Teri 'spoke', she found that the voice in question did not come from her mouth. No, the girl's lips didn't move at all. Rather, on a strap from her shoulder was attached a Tablet PC, and from that, a voice emitted from a speaker. Strange, but Jenny noticed that her long-time ally Caim had a similar device. Another mute? Either way, the Pokemon couldn't help but feel a calming sensation wash over her as the Cleric fussed about in the Med-Bay, setting down her makeshift breakfast as she got Jenny a glass of water to go with the medicine. Whoever this girl was, her intentions seemed true enough, and the kindness in her words was a genuine thing.

Caim, Melethia

Caim tested out the blades, giving each a routine set of sword strokes to follow through before shrugging, "These blades seem perfectly fine to me. As I said before, the technique I showed you is about building up raw energy, and then using it in a burst of sorts. I've been doing this for some time, so it's not really easy to teach someone how to do it. It'd be like asking a fish to teach someone how to swim. When the fish has been doing it for so long, it just becomes part of their nature... And, as I mentioned before, it could easily be a property of how the weapons in my world were made, or how magic worked there. I don't sense any enchantments in your blades that are as aggressive as the ones in mine. Your's, although wonderful blades in their own right, are passive constants. They stay that way. The magic in mine needs that same buildup and activation to work the magic in them or to use the shockwaves..."

Caim gave Melethia back her weapons as he switched back to his familial blade, "Doesn't mean you can't try again. Come on, one more time."

Rugal, Slindis

She accepted Rugal's hand and got up, worn out and battered but clearly alive and kicking. "That's also a good point, but the techniques I learned today will help me a great deal later on. But more importantly, I'll need to sew these clothes back together. I may not have used it recently, but it's one of the small things that I picked up." Her face showed more than a small amount of embarrassment with some of the more unfortunate areas that the Genocide Cutter had hit.

Devon | Ella | Kalastryn

Devon held Ella tightly and hugged her. "So, there's no way that I can really help you with this? I've already promised fifty years of my afterlife to someone, but if there was a simpler way that I could help you now, I would be for it." He didn't know it, but the way that the man was so genuine despite having been in Hell made it easier for the two to be near each other.

Caim, Melethia

She nodded as she took the blade back. "Well, Mister, mosta the blades you've got feel a bit weird, if ya know what I mean. Like there's some weird story behind each of them..." She began delivering slashes to the dummies, and of special note to Caim was that each spot the girl got was something that would be a confirmed kill slash - through the neck, into the chest cavity, across the gut and between the legs.

Dimension: Avatar Adventures Universe

Location: Corrupted Forest | Corrupted Temple of Light | South America
Time: Midday | January 2nd

Airship Rising Dawn - Crew Quarters

Jack | Lucifer
Jack stayed silent, letting the Devil work out his issues. He sighed once, deciding it was best not for him to meddle in the Fallen One's affairs outside of work. He debated leaving a note with his pager number for the Cleric, but decided not to. Even if he failed at his chance to love in life, how was he qualified to take another's chance away?

As Lucifer stepped through the portal he heard a whisper on the wind. "I'm sorry...Good luck..."

Jack had already vanished himself. More work was ahead of him, thanks to Tomoya.

Jake awoke from his nightmares drenched in sweat. Grumbling, he staggered into the shower and let the hot water wash the grime away. 10 minutes later he was dressing himself, in Australian camouflage, as it just felt better than the material the US cams were made out of. He finished up by gearing up, webbing, pistols, rifle and sword. "I should really stop by the armoury and grab a bigger damned gun..." he mumbled.

A quick stop by the canteen and he had a sammich, and he snuck out to wander the ship. 10 minutes of wandering and one finished sammich later he found himself down by the training rooms. Seeing two of them already occupied, he walked a bit further along looking for an empty one, hoping none of the occupants wold notice him through the windows.

His luck was pretty shit though.

The Kitsune bid Jenny farewell as she went off to find some medecine. She had helped and that was excellent, and Jenny was alive. Smiling genuinely, she returned to her Knights by the couches and the sake. Needless to say, a very jealous Gabrielle near instantly jumped at Akane's tails.

And there was nothing wrong with that, the Kitsune thought.


After several more minutes of questioning, Cortex finally came up with a treatment for Furiae's Demonic side.
"Okay, Now I'll need more time in order to get a permanent cure for your condition, but I can give you something to keep it in check." He explained as he flicked back a few pages in his notebook for a drawing he did.
After finding it, he showed the Ex-Goddess a page with strange kind of metal bracer with needles in it.
"It is a portable IV drip, filled with the Power Suppression Serum our metal friend there "Applied" to you during your minor episode. It will ensure a constant supply of the serum will be flowing though your system. While it will require re-filling every now and again, it should do the trick until I can find another way."


Jenny thought back to that woman from Dillon's Wedding as she examined the cold medicine.
"Oh yes, I remember her. And you're her student then?" she asked before taking a few tablets with the glass that Teri had provided.
"Still, guess I did give everyone a bit of a fright...I mean, I still don't know how it happened. I just woke up while I was in the Morgue freezer..." she explained, instinctively warming her arms at the thought of it.
It was around this time she noticed the fact she had a Tablet do the talking for her.
"...Might I ask why is it you use a computer to speak?" Just if it's easier for you, we can talk like this... She asked, switching to Mental Speak halfway though her question.


Slindis's comment brought back a nagging issue Rugal forgot to bring up.
"Indeed, I was actually meaning to ask about that. Just why the sudden switch from Swordplay to Martial Arts? From Armour to Robes? I know for a fact that you are extremely talented with a sword or two so why pick up a completely different style of combat now? Not that it was a poor decision, you clearly have a bright future as a Fighter, but it was still an interesting change..." He asked as walked over to his jacket to recover his PDA.
"...Also, if you feel the need..." He added, offering her his suit jacket just for leaving the training room.

Dark Tomoya.
Location: Washington DC | National Mall.
Weather: Stormy.
Time: 6 Am.

As Asia started to burn, the harbinger of doom and death was in DC to eliminate all the world leaders off in one go. The leader of the Archangel fleet was currently on his way to gain control of a group to make things easier for him.

The crowd of cultists surrounded the DC monument, like fleas attracted to dogs and mosquitoes attracted to blood. The cult was formed up of fifty to seventy people, most wore the usual brown cult robes whilst the unique few wore black. The leader was an obvious looking person who wore a metal mask and had a big book. After D.Tomoya infiltrated the crowd he started to think, "Why am I not butchering these people instead?" He thought and left a angry frown on his face.

Then the words of one person entered his mind. "Remember... we shall not cause blood shed until your objective is complete." Said the voice. This instantly made D.Tomoya more confident and made him lust after his goal even more. He wanted to cover DC in blood. Just like the person who told him his goal.

Reaching the stairs leading right to the monument, the dark angel was blocked off by a line of people in black robes. "Halt, no commoner may pass to see the master." One of the guards said but instantly, the guard has blood flowing down his nose and to his mouth. "I suggest you let me through before I send you to the Reaper... and boy... he isn't looking good lately." D.Tomoya threatened the guard and his eyes flashed red once and the man was on the ground coughing up blood, he was actually choking on it.
Soon he would be dead.

All the black robe cultists surrounded the man to check him out. Meanwhile Dark Tomoya walked up the stairs and saw the person in the mask, the leader of the cult. "Before you say shit about me being a prophet... all I want is the help of your group. If you do not comply... I can simply control you and dispose of you afterwards." The Dark Angel said in a cold and dark tone as he pointed one of his claws at the leader.

Riki & Kud.
Location: Rising Dawn | Room 178 | American Airspace.
Time: 5 am.

As the pitter patter of the shower rained all around him, Riki was sitting on a stool washing himself, from both the training he just had and the jungle adventure they had went out on. "So much death and so much fighting for some stone... what will this do Shaun... how will it help us?" Riki asked himself as he finished rinsing off most of the soap.

He doesn't know what the mature writer wanted them to do, or what he plans to do for the future. All Riki wants is to protect his loved one and now this world which Shaun had helped mold with many people. Suddenly Riki could hear the change room door open. "Hm, is that you Kud?" He called out to the noise. "Yes Riki!" she said as she poked her head into the actual bathroom.

"It will take some time to cook... so... so I thought I could come in as well." Kud fidgeted for a bit whilst Riki looked on in confusion. "Aha, you don't need to ask me. You worked hard as well with training." Riki said which led to a beaming smile from his girlfriend. "Ehehe, okay I'm coming in!" Kud said.

After the two came out of the bathroom all they could see was burnt eggs and rice. "Well... least the rice is good." He said and lightly laughed. Looking over to Kud she had a pout on her face and looked annoyed for some reason. "Ooooh... this is you fault Riki... since you did that." Kud said which led the two to blush. Riki could only lead the conversation away from that topic to save his hide. "I'll make some more scrambled eggs... but I wonder when we will be allowed to get some time off. We need to buy some stuff for this place. Like clothes and more food supplies." Riki said as he got behind the counter to make extra eggs.

Storm Shaun.
Location: Blackhawke | VIP Cells.
Time: ?.

The writer was still in the Blackhawke and inside the cold, steel prison cell which he had been tortured by Dark Tomoya some time ago. Right now the man known as Shaun was lying on the bed and just looking at the ceiling, wondering what will happen. Will he die? Will the world be overcome with death? And most importantly... what will become of the people he cares about?

Half of Shaun's head was covered in little blood from going mad and smashing his head against the mirror. This caused him to get rid of his mask so he could pluck the mirror shards and try to medicate the wound. The bleeding had stopped and he had washed most of the blood off. Looking to the side, Shaun could some how still see his reflecting in the shattered mirror pieces.

The professional writer tried to smile to himself but couldn't manage to work the face muscles. His mood was low and his morale was low. "Who can beat those guys?" He sighed as he fell asleep in the cold, dark space of his cell.

"You are still weak... I'll help you with that."
He clearly remembered that young voice.


After failing to contact Richardson in UNIT, David went up to the bridge to try and hail whatever outfit of the Military was on the scene, hoping to warn them of the incoming attack.

"Attention all security detail in the District of Columbia, This is David West, Formerly of EATTF and currently of the Rising Dawn. We have received a credible lead on the next target of the Enemy: You. I urge you all to cancel the meeting, I repeat, Cancel the meeting. A battle breaks out here and we have a massive international incident on top of a massive dent in the global chain of command. Do not take this as an insult, as a challenge or anything else. All you have to worry about is getting those VIPs out of here quickly as far away as humanly possible before the bullets start flying. We are willing and standing by for orders, consider the entire group at your disposal, We'll be entering your Airspace soon. I await a response, West out."

Thus he closed the feed and started praying to whatever gods there were that it wasn't you he thought it was.
Please don't be Pint, Please don't be Pint, Please don't be Pint...

Gen. Charles Foster Pint.
Washington DC | White House.
Time: 6 am.
Weather: Dark clouds... AGAIN!

The White House was on full alert. Not only the President was preparing for the meeting but the military have been organizing their defenses and trying to get help from allied countries like Australia... who were totally refusing because they were trying to ignore everything. Either then that Gen. Pint was in-charge for the DC defense and meeting.

In the War room Gen. Pint heard the message from the RD and David West. "Who the hell is trying to get in contact from us!?" He roared inside the war room until his assistant Captain Jenkins calmed him down by brining him his coffee. "Maybe we should listen and try to work it out" The hidden Angel said with a nice and warm grin, "That is correct... we should try and push them away before they scare the civilians! He said as he took a swig of his coffee and picked up a radio/phone and got in contact with the Rising Dawn.

As the General placed his hand on the phone, Jenkins clicked his fingers to influence the General again. Meanwhile in the Rising Dawn, David West could hear an aged, angry voice come through that had smoked enough to become a living chimney, "This is General Charles Foster Pint of the US military. We have no given you permission to enter the airspace. Keep out unless you want to become meatbags!" He shouted through the other end.

"Oh you short ass bald bastard of a man!" David cursed as Gen. Pint gave his ultimatum.
After taking a second to calm himself down, he responded.

"West here, We will comply on the condition that you cancel the meeting, repeat, cancel the meeting. Get them all out of there before Tomoya attacks. You must have a back up bunker or something that you can bring them to and have the meeting take place there. As the situation is right now, you are painting a HUGE Target on the city. The Rising Dawn WILL stand down so long as you get the VIPs out of the city. Hell, I'll turn myself into US Custody in exchange, might even be able to talk a few others into joining me!"

It was clear that David was desperate and would say anything to get the World Leaders out of the city.

Gen. Charles Foster Pint.
Washington DC | White House.
Time: 6 am.
Weather: Dark clouds... AGAIN!

As the Pint and West conversation goes on, Capt. Jenkins or his actual name... Angello is the top spy for Tomoya and the Blackhawke. He had infiltrated the White House as soon as New York got wiped off the map, due to the angel resources he was easily able to enter a new identity for himself and soon he became a new transfer soldier to assist the General himself. His true goal was to manipulate the President to blow up every other country on the Earth but now he has orders to make sure the Rising Dawn crew will not enter DC... well by ship anyway.

By a twist on his fingers the angel managed to switch the rage side of the general on. "Who the FUCK are you calling short and bald you murderer! You and all that ship are nothing but anti-heroes and killers who just want all the power to themselves!!!" The General said over the phone, meanwhile the hidden Angel Jenkins smirked at the conversation and intervened with a fake look. "Please general... do not fight. I know they killed you-" Jenkins was about to say but another fit of rage came from the General.

"That's right... I remember! My family was killed by these people... " The General huffed and puffed, the Angel was actually giving him fake memories which made it look like that the Rising Dawn crew were just murders and kill his family during a drinking party.

"Fuck all of you... you can all DIE in a hole. I'll have every single thing on you people so you can't get me!" He yelled a last time into the phone and hung up with a smash. General Pint then left the room in a fit of rage which left The hidden Angel Angello smiling.

"Kmes mo' fo'ght kol phn'gwo!" The leader cried, eyes wide, falling to his knees before his prophet. "Bring out the sacrifice!"

A tied woman was brought out into full view of everyone. Some of the police noticed this, and raced over to stop whatever it was that was going on. The head cultist brought out his knife and approached the woman.

"Tie her down!"

Meanwhile, SOU VIPERS were flying overhead. Inside one, Reaper relaxed a bit. Nothing had happened so far, and he hoped that things would stay that way. He never did like his job, but at least he was on "paid leave". This didn't mean he actually had a holiday, just that he could stop hunting for a while. An SOU containment team had gone silent after a skirmish aboard an airship, the Rising Dawn, and Intel suggested that at least one operative had been able to pop a pill. They were effective erasers, but since the army had heard that the RD was coming this way, Mike Jeffries had flipped out, demanding Reaper pull his squad to do cleanup.

Reaper, Grimm, D, Bone, Time and Slashdot. These were the men and women who made up the famous Cleanup squad of the SOU (For when containment failed.)

Markus and the other DeLange hunters moved through the streets, coming across the cultists and seeing the scenne unfolding before them. The leader had his knife poised over the woman, about to begin the ritual. Markus had read about the rituals. They were ... unpleasant. Designed to make the sacrifice suffer as much as possible before finally killing them. From memory, it included cutting open and ... sort of ... getting inside ... forget it. It was too gruesome.

"Ok, guys. Lets show these freaks just how we roll."


David sighed as he hung up on a Ranting and Raving General Pint.
"Smooth David...Real Smooth..." He snarked, thinking he set off the midget general.
Shrugging it off, he picked up the Intercom and spoke to the entire crew.

"Attention all crew members, West here, due to a....uh..."Breakdown" in communications, The Rising Dawn not allowed within DC Airspace. As a result, we'll have to land outside the city and work our way in on foot. Prepare for landing, West out.

fucking midget asshole..."

Once he was done on the Intercom, he made his way towards the hanger, he was honestly missing working with Richardson.


Furiae gave the doctor another thankful nod as he helped her apply the device, "Anything that keeps... 'Her' under control is better than nothing. Thank you very much Doctor. And, please know that when I-.. What I did was not of my volition. I don't remember that event very well, save for snippets of..."

She shuddered thinking about it, the images of the dying burned in her mind; "Well, it's not entirely pleasant. I don't want to do that ever again..."


Teri noticeably flinched when she felt Jenny in her mind; and the Pokemon found herself being shoved back into her own mind VERY quickly. Not that it didn't have an effect on the Cleric either. Jenny could see that she was breathing a bit harder from the effort, and settled her shaking form into a chair, her Tablet speaking for her again, "I'm sorry, Ms. Jenny, but I'm afraid I would not be comfortable with that at all. Too many people have tried, and succeeded to get in my brain in the past couple of days. So, forgive me if I'm a little testy in that regard."

Jenny could see the Cleric reach for something near her neck, and the girl took a few moments to breathe and calm herself down, her fingers running over the item in question. Whatever it was, it had the appropriate effect, and Teri had resumed a normal breathing pattern again.

This was about the time that David's announcement came on the intercom overhead, and Teri stood up with a light clatter from her staff, "That was quick... Sorry, Miss, but I'm afraid this will have to continue later. Duty calls."

Thus, the Cleric began to fuss around the Med-bay; gathering supplies for her Medical kit and checking over what equipment she had. Filled Medical kit? Check. Spell Book? Check. Water bottles? 3 of em ready to grab and deploy. Dimitri? Hmn.. that was the question. She supposed she could grab her AI right before leaving, as he permeated the Rising Dawn's mainframe. After readying herself, Teri gave one final nod to the Pokemon, and proceeded to the Bridge to await further instruction.


She gratefully takes the jacket. "Recently, events occurred that forced me to find a different way to fight. I know for certain that the ship doesn't have anything that would work for me, so I needed to find a way to adapt. And before you mention anything along the lines of what David uses, those weapons are nothing more than highly-advanced crossbows. It would become far too easily to become reliant on their strength and be in a bad situation when they're shattered." Slindis had intentionally avoided bringing up the Teri business due to it being incredibly hard to believe, and her student didn't need anyone else going on about what had happened.


"Hey, don't do acting as if you were the first mad experiment to go off and kill all my staff. The last one was a week ago. Who would have thought that Sideburns in a Can could have gone so wrong..." Cortex answered as he took a quick measurement of her arm.
"Shouldn't be too long, I can use some old armor plating to get the job done. I'll try to get it done as soon as I can. For now, just sit back and relax And that remote on your locker? Press the cyan colored one: That's the Morphine drip..."
Thus as quickly as he arrived, Cortex left the medical wing.

As he walked away, Bruiser, who was leaning on the outside wall the entire time chuckled to himself.
"So Inuart is banging his sister?...Hehehehe ~I should be so lucky, lucky lucky lucky, I should be so lucky lord!~" He sang as he walked off to plot.


Jenny was surprised to hear this and was greatly saddened by the news.
"Oh dear...I am greatly sorry, I didn't know..." She said as word of the Rising Dawn's mobilization reached the pair.
As Teri got her gear together and left the left the med bay, she found herself followed by Jenny.
"...What? You think I'm going to sit this out, I've done nothing in the past week!" she joked as the pair of them got ready to land.


Rugal turned his back to Slin as she switched tops when David spoke on the intercom.
"Of course David would have to throw a spanner in the works...I guess we are close to DC now. Guess we'll continue with your training once we come back then."
Once she was finished, he added "I'm going to look for Tajuh. See if he managed to get any more info aside from what Jake discovered."
Thus, he left the training room and began searching for his Second in Command


All the while, David was up on the bridge watching the Auto-pilot bring the ship to land, trying to figure out just what exactly he did to piss off the US Military so much.
"....I hung up the phone before I called him that...right?..."

Rugal, Tajuh

Slindis made her way to her room wearing the jacket to likely repair her clothing as Rugal heard a good amount of activity in Tajuh's room. He opened said room to see a feed on the bridge and his second in command writing out multiple plans for the next step.

"Rugal, we're going to have a difficult time on this next step."

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