The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

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Rising Dawn: Hanger: Rugal, Slindis

She knew that it was still dangerous, so she had to appeal to his pride more along with a bit of that greed. Sure, it wasn't too tasteful, but she knew how far she could take her body even in a straight-up knockdown fight.
"Last person standing, Rugal. Move it to an area where things like that hard-earned car of yours won't be damaged, obviously. That is, unless you like having to pay for all of the repairs of your ship from that conglomerate that you still have to build. Think of it: using the Rising Dawn to let the world know you're not a man to be trifled with." If anything, it seemed like SLindis was warming up to working with Rugal, and that was the exact effect she wanted to go for.
I've seen plenty on tempting others in my line... with his type, I'll have to go for something along the lines of being drawn to his dominating personality to make this have a chance of working. Her path was rather circuitous as she knew that Rugal knew she didn't explore the ship much that he could see. However, she'd spent more than a few nights learning the ship's hallways in and out and where her daughter had set up traps.
"What happened to some decent non-training rooms to fight in? The canteen carries far too many good drinks to risk it there, after all. Some of those are supposed to be hard to find, after all." Even as she led him through the halls in a well-faked confusion, she kept a focus on any sudden reactions from him as she let her years in combat training aid her reflexes.
We should be getting close...

Shadow Operatives Building: Party Room: Jenny, Cadolbolg, Devon, Ella

Ella could see pretty clearly that Jenny was in no state to move around, so she placed a hand on Jenny's shoulder to stop her from leaving. "You know, Jenny, you should sleep here tonight. I don't want you getting hurt on the way to the ship, and there's already some comfy beds for us here." It wasn't too much of an issue for the demi-succubus to lift the Gardevoir and place her on the rather large bedded area that the group was going to be sleeping for the night, and the cushioning was extremely comfortable. The Kirijo Group must have their workers sleep in the building overnight all of the time for these cushions.

Rising Dawn: Hanger: Rugal, Slindis

"Last person standing, Rugal. Move it to an area where things like that hard-earned car of yours won't be damaged, obviously. That is, unless you like having to pay for all of the repairs of your ship from that conglomerate that you still have to build. Think of it: using the Rising Dawn to let the world know you're not a man to be trifled with."

.....PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-AHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, she so fucked it's not even funny...Okay, maybe a little funny... Rugal thought, taking every fiber of his being to avoid bursting into laughter at her attempts to sway him.
"Why Slindis...That sounds like a lovely idea..." He cooed, clearly playing around with her attempt at a ruse, I mean, Since when did Slindis care about the wine cabinet in the Canteen?
AHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAHAHA-OHooohhh...I think she is literally trying to kill me with laughter now...
"So true, so very very true...Storage Bay could be good. Private, Out of the way, Plenty of room can be made, Nice thick metal walls, I think that'd work." He responded, the smirk on his face starting to grow slightly.
Ohhhhh...Okay, put her out of her mis-....OH JUST ONE MORE! He thought as he then said one of the worst things he could imagine for both Slindis and his "Weaker" half.

"...Slindis, I attempted to sleep with Akane...You're cool with that, right?...I mean, we have an open relationship right?" He said, no bluffs, no lying just the awful awful truth.

Shadow Operatives Building: Party Room: Cadolbolg, Devon,

After Teri winked out and went off with her wolf, the tiny turtle dragon baby paused, never having really been asked about what flavor of cake he really liked, "Hmn... I think I just like yellow cake. It's pretty versatile, and tastes nummy with chocolate!"

Shadow Ops Building: Canteen: Melethia, Ton Ton

Ton Ton only stared at the young girl, his mind quickly processing what he was just told, and tried to think of a way to go about this. He finally settled for, "So... The-these people, who raised you... They made EVERYONE who died an undead monster? And they used this to motivate people your age? That's monstrous! That's awful... And I've seen you fight those zombies, that means... oh my goodness. Oh my..."

The Tonberry backed away from Melethia a step, his little hands covering where his mouth should have been; his voice doing just as much as any expression to express the distinct horror he was feeling. After all, as a Guardian of Dreams, and a Hunter of those who plagued young children's dreams (and Melethia being right around the Mistress's age), the fact that a child had been raised to do what Melethia was able to was horrendous in his eyes.

Airship Rising Dawn: -In search of Rugal and Slindis-: Dimitri, Garm, Teri

After making her way to the Rising Dawn, Teri asked aloud, "Soooo, Dimitri; what's the sitch?"
"Duuude, we didn't ever watch Kim Possible."
"Shut it and let the AI talk?"
"Whatevs. But, Sadei, cutie patoot, the moment we bust shit up, you keep talking to us bout your staff problems. You're our buddy and we looooove you and shit. Well, other me does anyways. You pretty cool in my book, I guess."

After a moment, Dimitri answered back over the Tablet, "Well, after some news of what your father has wrought, which I'm sure User: Garm has already delivered to you, your mother decided to confront User: Rugal directly. Naturally, I assumed you'd want to aid. They're currently making way to a supply room. Now, I'm setting up a training room close to their location to push him into a Shadow Zone and hopefully help exorcise this mess. It will be up to you, your mother and faithful canine to pull him in. Do feel free to call myself or Ms. Vermilion to begin sealing off areas to bottle neck him in. It worked with User: Constance, it might work here..."

With the sobering news, Teri could immediately feel a small amount of her buzz already die off, and Toyotama lamented the event's affect on their body, especially since the Cleric had been so relaxed a moment ago. However, her speech still remained a bit more brutish than usual, a sign that the drinks were still processing in her system, "Point me to em. Now."

"Head to the Storage area as marked on the map. Use the rings to keep in contact with your mother, go to the training room first and make User: Sadei a staff. You know User: Rugal's specialties lie with fists. You won't stand a chance off Garm and without distance."

"Gotcha. Thanks, Dimitri. You da man. Now, to get to Mum..."
"Yo, Mum. Dimitri got hold of me, and he's getting a room ready close to the storage area. Me and Garm are on our way..."

"That we are. Alpha Slindis, is there anything we need to know about this plan?"

Now, that was two strange things, the first being hearing Garm's voice, and the second being Teri's manner of speech. She almost sounded like how Toyotama liked to talk... But she wasn't being malicious either. Was she possessed? No, that wasn't quite right. Possessed people acted differently...

Captcha bonus: Not yet

"Dammit, we just got done drinking! We can't have this shit now!"

Shadow Operatives Building: Party Room: Jenny, Cadolbolg, Devon, Ella, Garm, Teri

Once again, Ella guided Jenny to the resting area. "Come on, Jenny, stay in here for the night. I need you to chill out for just one single night."

The imps were about to start making the cake when Devon cut them off. "Cadol, how about we try making it? It shouldn't be too bad, and it's better than just sitting around and waiting for it." After all, all it would take is for Devon to look up the recipe for the cake, and she was sure Ella would appreciate a slice as well. And so what if it didn't come out perfectly?

Shadow Ops Building: Canteen: Melethia, Ton Ton
She could see that Ton-Ton was alarmed for some reason, but she couldn't understand quite why he was so startled. "Ton-Ton, I didn't see you complaining when I cut a swathe through those undead in Los Santos. I mean, they weren't anywhere near as tough as some of the ones we trained with and against, and we needed every small bit we had when the other side had those kinslayers, deathless, and Dragons on a campaign of eradication. When you look at it , it wasn't that bad."
(See? Alia turned out to be Dead Weight. We can use her for some more training. Ensure you aren't Dead Weight like her.)
Her statements to defend how she'd lived were most likely doing more harm than good at this point, though.

Airship Rising Dawn: On the way to the Storage Area: Slindis, Dimitri, Rugal, Sadei, Teri, Garm, Sadei

Tama could feel that the staff did appreciate the attention, even if Sadei didn't really get too loud about it. "Teri's already got plenty going on without me adding more to the mix, Tama."

Wait... Rugal shouldn't be going along this easily. There should have been some form of hesitation there. She'd unfortunately come on too strongly, but she had to keep Rugal not knowing exactly what it was that she had planned. "I'm more disappointed that you didn't think to include me in it or talk with me about it. Lord knows the woman needs some kind of comfort after having everything else around her abandon her."

She neared the room that Dimitri called out for her to head to and responded to the two. "Teri, I wanted you to relax... If you are going to do this, you will need to be extremely careful as you know. When we get to that Shadow Zone, Shivering Touch should help shut him down. Limit mobility, and above all keep some actual space. Garm might need to be wary as well, but I've got the feeling he can already hear us. I do recognize that manner of speaking from Lupito, after all."

Airship Rising Dawn: On the way to the Storage Area: Slindis, Dimitri, Rugal, Teri, Garm, Sadei

"I'm more disappointed that you didn't think to include me in it or talk with me about it. Lord knows the woman needs some kind of comfort after having everything else around her abandon her."

"..."
That was the straw that broke the camels back as Rugal stopped dead in his tracks and was snorting from laughter.
"...Tsehehehe-you really expect-pfffff-Me to believe that you wanted a Threesom-PFFFHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!....Ohhhh, ow, ow, Oh god, Death by laughter! What a way to go out." He soon cracked up afterwards, starting to wipe tears from his eyes.
"Ohhhh...That was fun. I have to admit, That was the worst bluff I had ever heard. You MASSIVELY overplayed your part. I mean, my act wasn't exactly going to win me any academy awards, but I'll admit, it was totally phoning that in. But seriously!?..." He practically taunted as he revealed his hand, figuring that there was little point in trying to hide it any longer.
"So...Who else knows?...How many crew members are you willing to send to die?..." He said as he readied himself, merely cracking his neck and getting into stance.
He'd been waiting for this chance and he was going to make the most of it...
With them out of the way, ain't nothing stopping me from just coming back...

Airship Rising Dawn: Hanger: Deadshot

Not long after Rugal and Slindis left the area, Deadshot had finally made up his mind about what he was going to do.
"-Okay, just go in, get some answers, leave. In, Answers, Leave. In, Answe-Hello?!" He was repeating to himself until he saw Rugal's new car.
"...We had an Infernus and no one told me!?" He shouted loudly as he began swooning over the sports car.
Glancing around the Hanger, he then shouted "Hey!? Who's car is this!?", hoping he could get his hands on it.
If he was going to be poor, he'd at least would like something to rub in people's faces.

Airship Rising Dawn: On the way to the Storage Area: Slindis, Dimitri, Rugal, Teri, Garm, Sadei

"You know, I'd say more, but it won't matter here in a moment. No matter what happens here, you're going to end up stuck here just like you were in Equestria - and this time, there won't be any escape." With that, she went to her most Defensive stance as she noted the difficult terrain. It was certainly dark in here, but that was a big advantage for her - she could see in the darkness, where Rugal couldn't. It wasn't crucial, but it would be an edge.

Now to get him to that room...

Shadow Operatives Building: Party Room: Cadolbolg, Devon,

Cadolbolg gave a happy little loop de loop in the air, and offered a claw to Devon, "Then let's get going before they go to bed, Devon! Who knows what kind of sleep cycles Imps keep..."

Shadow Ops Building: Canteen: Melethia, Ton Ton

Ton Ton blinked (or would have, if Tonberries could) in astonishment on two counts. The first being in the realization that Melethia hadn't thought any of this stuff was off in any manner or sort, and the second was on account that Melethia completely missed the point of what he was trying to say. So, in a hope to gather himself, he asked again, "... I meant the part that your dead were also used as resources in a war. That sounds like something out of a horror story! Not to mention you fought with and trained against those same dead... Didn't you think it was a little odd to fight against the reanimated remains of your brothers and sisters?! What family was this?! No, this wasn't a family at all, this was a brainwashing military unit! I've no idea how you can call vile people like that a family. They certainly didn't treat you like a family should. Families love and support each other, not callously reuse their dead children as soldiers!

Airship Rising Dawn: On the way to the Storage Area: Slindis, Dimitri, Garm, Rugal, Sadei, Teri

Teri gave a small nod as she rode on with Garm, finally finding herself in the storage room in question,
"I gotcha, Mum. Once we force him out of this hidey hole, slam in a training room and slap some Shivering Touch to cool him off... cool off... Hee hee. Anyways, me an' Garm are about there. We're gonna try to take topside on these crates. Garm, you're all sneaklike, right?"

The wolf answered back, "That I can be. Alpha Slindis, Tear-ri has already told the Voice Dimitri to ready a room. We can lure Not-Alpha Rugal to there at your leave. I will be atop these crates and stalking as we speak... Tear-ri, keep that staff friend of your's ready."
"You betcha!

Ah, good. Slindis could gather from Garm's statement that Teri had converted Sadei into her staff form. At least while enebriated, the student knew a good tactical move. Following that, Garm stepped quietly onto some crates; very thankful that Teri and him took up some training for dealing with maneuvers like this during that week of training she spent with Rugal and Slinids...[1]

While he did this, Teri herself gave one final piece to the sentient staff, her feelings sounding purely genuine when she addressed her friend, And, Sadei, I heard you talkin' to Tama. I don't want you to think you gotta isolate yourself. You talk to me, you hear? You're my little sis, just like Mel. You talk to me, or I'mma gonna be pissed. I'm NOT forgetting about you again. Not like what I did back in that Western place. Not ever."
"Besides, who am I gonna tussle with if you're not around?"

Now was for the Winter Wolf to take up his side of the partnership. Maneuvering as lightly as he could, Garm made his way to flank the King of Fighters from atop the crates, and readied himself in case he needed to jump or fall; sending Slindis and Teri an alert over the rings signalling the same. While he couldn't see in perfect darkness, the tiniest hints of light were enough for the wolf to gather some information in the darkness that was the supply room, taking in the scene below him, "I am prepared for the worst, Alpha Slindis. I am stronger than I used to be."
"Time to give this bastard what's coming to him for taking over Dad."
"FUCK YEAH! Let's save Dad from himself! Now, if only we didn't have to be all sneaky and shiz, I'd blast some music..."

[1] In reference to Teri's ranks in ride.

Rising Dawn: Constance Sorrowfeld's Room : Dreamscape Constance Sorrowfeld, Jake

The Young Vampire "awoke" and find herself in the strange and unfamiliar place, though beautiful, the sudden transition from the steel and plastic room to the lush green foliage left her slightly distressed. As she looked around for a sign of something familiar, she spotted the Author that had just recently passed away.

"J-Jake? What - H-How? Where are we?" The Vampire asked as she looked at herself. Her clothing was clear of the grime and mud that had accumulated during her passage through the Shadow Realm and was free of the blood stains that could not be washed off, no matter how hard Constance tried. They were mended as if they had never been torn. Even the Vampire's hair with its shock of midnight blue was clear and lustrous in the sunshine.

As the Sorrowfeld Princess awaited an answer from the Writer, she looked about her at the scenery. A small brook chattered noisily near by, speaking of the snow caps from which it was been born while in its depths, small fish waited for the Spring thaw that would allow them to travel further down stream to the ocean where they would grow into adulthood. The Trees that surrounded the pair kept their distance but shielded them from the chill coming from the mountains.

"But - you died. Like everyone else does." Constance added as she sat up, unaware that this was but a dream.


Shadow Operations Building : Canteen Melethia, Som, Ton Ton

Lost. For a Hunter who was supposed to be an expert at navigating the wilds, it was quite an embarrassment to have become lost on the way to the Airship's Canteen, even more so when Som found himself in the Shadow Operations Building. Despite all this, he found a Canteen located within the Building.

Shrugging to himself, the Hunter seated himself at an empty table, trying not to listen to the conversation that took place between the young elf and the green lizard like - thing.

Airship Rising Dawn: Storage Area: Slindis, Dimitri, Rugal, Teri, Garm, Sadei

"Christ above...You still don't get it do you?..." Rugal spat as he began his offensive, sure, his night vision wasn't on the level that Slindis's was, but he could manage long enough to take her down.
Instantly starting a rush down style of attack, he aggressively pressed forward with lighting fast boxing blows, Mixing up Jabs with equally fast hooks and straights.
"Believe me, I'm just as much the mass murderer you know and love as he was. Hell, Who do you think was the one that got us that title?" He taunted between strikes, aiming to wear her down mentally as well as psychically.

It didn't seem like he noticed Teri and Garm. Yet.

Shadow Operatives Building: Party Room: Jenny, Cadolbolg, Devon, Ella, Garm, Teri

Jenny was extremely drunk, as if I needed to point that out, so when Ella did finally get her to one the Shadow Ops call rooms, she made an attempt to speak with questionable success.
"hey thanks. i know i scan abe a wxeak littel whineoy bietch sometimes, blut you know i love yha." She slurred happily, while she'd be regretting it in the morning, it was clear she was enjoying her inebriation.
"Heheheh, dojn't tell him i said this, cbut she edoes look kipnda cute in hibs new form. Devon i mean." She confessed, she seemed rather talkative in this state.
Hell, if she pushed she might even reveal some confidential material the others told her!
Sure, it was illegal for a Doctor to just casually give away that information, but she wasn't a real doctor now was she?

Shadow Ops Building: David West, Fuuka, Yu, Mitsuru

Mitsuru nodded and looked over a report she had in her hand, "That is true. Our Operatives at the resturant have noticed that there are signs of infected already in the restaurant. We're currently attempting to find the Owner: Nise Mono; a middle aged woman."

Mitsuru produced a photograph of a middle aged woman with a bun, and a pair of shades. A bit eccletic, considering she was wearing a uniform for the restaurant, but what can you do?

"We're suspecting that the Operatives might be scaring her off, so we're thinking your group may need to investigate. I'd suggest that for tomorrow though. From what Fuuka's told me, your group has had more than enough to deal with in one night. You need to rest, and recuperate..."

Fuuka gave a small bob of her head, "That is true... Also, the person your comrade, Deadshot-"

"Both persons. Deadshot investigated the cadavar, and with Akane, brought in the living subject as well."

"Right, Akira... Er, right, Akira Fuyutsuki is the living subject Deadshot and Akane brought in. When he was sedated, we did a full search of his body for traces of the virus. We also found that he had some of the virus recently ingested, as well as some medicine of an unknown source... We're not sure if both are connected or not, but we found a matchbook for Club Escapade in his pocket. That, along with Rugal's 'methods' of investigation, have lead us to believe that section of town isn't quite swept through yet either."

"This is all true. At the very least, we have some narrowed down leads to take on. Your thoughts, Mr. Narukami, Mr. West?"

Airship Rising Dawn: Storage Area: Slindis, Dimitri, Rugal, Teri, Garm, Sadei, Annie

Now was the time for Slindis to have her A game on, and she acted accordingly as she worked around the flurry of attacks being thrown her way. The Kick from Annie nearly caught her, but she knew that her main goal was moving Rugal to that side room. "You can come back to me when you find a perfect person. You'll find me far harder to defeat than even those Angels from before for one reason.

They were born into their skill. I fought for every tidbit I know tooth and nail. And although you're strong, guess what? You're still a person. Not a Devil, not a Demon, nor someone that twists the fabric of space, time, and fate to their whims. And unlike yourself, I've faced down greater threats while only having my skill."

Rugal or any other highly trained combatant could see well enough to know that Slindis' defenses weren't trained in some school. They were more the self-taught defenses that were made to survive, outlast, and overcome even the dirtiest techniques.

Shadow Operatives Building: Party Room: Jenny, Cadolbolg, Devon, Ella, Garm, Teri

Ella guided Jenny down onto the futon and got some water for the Gardevoir to have after she woke up. "You'd be telling Devon something I already know, Jenny. Just get some sleep here before you do anything too crazy. Well, it's not that big of a deal to me, but Blade might not like it too much. And remember to sleep to the side; I don't know how you get when you're like this, but I don't want you drowning or anything." Although Ella could be harsh, it was clear that she did care for those on the ship. ANd why wouldn't she? With how her parents had acted, the people on the Rising Dawn was her family (Well, them and Kurumu, but she hadn't seen her half-sister in ages.)
"Also, I do get what you were saying about pushing Devon too far. Still, half of all the people on earth are women, so I'm sure she can manage. Heck, she's already adapted so much." Ella almost thought about bringing in something about the Pokemon, but she wasn't quite sure if it was the same.

"It has to cook first, Cadol... And if they go to sleep, that means there's more for us here. :)" It was no surprise that the two had tastes of the cake batter while they were making the cake, and it really seemed like that Devon was becoming comfortable with her form (or at least a lot more compared to how she'd been.)

Shadow Ops Building: Canteen: Melethia, Ton Ton

It seemed that Ton-Ton's talk was starting to sink in a little bit , as Mel was a bit more hesitant when responding the next time. "It was how we were all raised... as long as you weren't Dead Weight, you never had to worry... then again, so many became Dead Weight... At least the Pirates that I met up with when I met up with Miss Slindis gave me the chance to explore after covering them so much. Man, that sea was awesome!" And the sad thing was that pirates probably were safer than Mel's old family. At least with them she didn't worry about teammates being raised as undead.

Airship Rising Dawn: Storage Area: Slindis, Dimitri, Rugal, Teri, Garm, Sadei, Annie

"Then surely you can understand why I had to take contro-Oooof!" Rugal was about to state before Annie managed to get the drop on him, using the darkness for cover.
He was dazed a little by the sneak attack, but was quickly able to get back on the offensive, realizing there were 2 targets now, as well as who the second one was.
"Well, Well, Well, Look who's here? This just gets better and better..." He taunted as he tried to get a read on where the 2 attackers were.
"So What?...You think even if you win here, that will automatically give you some Disney-Happy Ending Bullshit? Everything you know of Rugal *I* made! This body, this mind, this spirit, I took a child eating from trashcans and turned him into a KING!" He shouted as he failed to get a solid target, Annie's interference throwing off his target.

"Alright then, Go on, Hide in the Shadows while you still can..." He threatened the duo, despite not being able to see them before he began making his way towards where the Jerry Cans full of fuel were stored, remembering the path he took from memory.
One of those, along with that Handgun he swiped back at the shrine would easily allow him to level the playing field.
Hell, if he lit up enough of the, he could level that part of the ship!

Airship Rising Dawn: Storage Area: Slindis, Dimitri, Rugal, Teri, Garm, Sadei, Annie

Dimitri, unlike most of the persons there, had a good camera with some night vision to act as a visual apparatus, and called out over the intercom, "Watch out for that gun in his hands! There's oil cans in here!"

Gun? Oil? Garm knew immediately that those were two things that never went well together, especially considering his recent adventures in modern settings, and signaled his Pup, "Tear-ri, get ready for a jump. Position yourself as we learned and I'll make my move. Don't be afraid to grab my fur either, it'll stay in."

Grabbing a bit of Garm's fur as firmly as she was able and a moment to re-position the way she sat on her faithful wolf, Teri signaled over the rings her readiness, the wolf did not hesitate at his position any longer. With a spring, wolf and rider lept from the crates and the wolf brought down his (and Teri's) full bulk[1] down on the King of Fighters in a hope to pin him. Of course, this also meant that Rugal now had this in his face, as well as Slindis and Annie to contend with. But that also meant a Cleric wasn't too far behind either...

Shadow Ops Building: Canteen: Melethia, Ton Ton

"Pirates? You were with Pirates? And they treated you better? Melethia, isn't that more than enough indication that the old military unit you were in was really messed up?"

Ton Ton's expression softened when he saw how reluctant Melethia was becoming, and tried to start taking the gentler approach, taking one of Melethia's hands in a comforting gesture, "Back on topic, Melethia. What happened to you with that group, who I cannot call a family, was wrong. You should never have to think about yourself as having to worry about being 'Dead Weight', because you never have been. You never will be, either, because the people here don't think like those monsters who taught you that mindset. You don't have to think like that anymore. All any of us would want, is for you to be Melethia, be happy and find something you enjoy; not act as the soldier you were trained to be. Do you understand?"

[1] According to the SRD, 450 pounds/204.117 kilograms, plus Teri's weight, which is around 180 pounds/81.6466 kilograms I guess

Airship Rising Dawn: Storage Area: Slindis, Dimitri, Rugal, Teri, Garm, Sadei, Annie

"Look, we've got more important things right now. Focus on them!" Sadei would have said more, but they had to focus.

"I'm done with your bragging, shade." With that, she yanked Rugal's leg out from underneath Garm and threw him a good ways closer to the door.

Slindis' communication to Annie was curt and brief. "Get him in the side room, Annie, I'm getting that Shadow in a position to be forced out. And if it can't be forced out, then it won't be getting out of its own free will. Simple as that."

Shadow Ops Building: Canteen: Melethia, Ton Ton

"I'd like to, but I do need to keep up the training here... have you seen half of the things we deal with here? Khyber, I came here with countless people being killed because some smug angelic asshole wanted to kill them all." The way she spoke, though, it was almost as if she expected the Angels to try and attack again.

Shadow Operatives Building: Canteen: Melethia, Som, Ton Ton

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"I'd like to, but I do need to keep up the training here... have you seen half of the things we deal with here? Khyber, I came here with countless people being killed because some smug angelic asshole wanted to kill them all."

The Hunter had been trying to avoid eavesdropping on the conversation that the Elf and the Miniature Lizard Man were having, content to find the answers to his dilema at the bottom of a bottle of something called Scotch but Som's ears perked at the mention of a powerful being slaughtering many just because he felt like it. And while it would have normally been his policy to disregard the problems as others and see them as their problems, the talk of mindless killing for struck the Hunter's nerve.

Standing up unsteadily, the Brown Haired Hunter trudged over to the table where Melethia and Ton Ton sat, slamming his bottle on the surface of the table, its contents sloshing about inside the bottle and some, splashing on the table top.

"It that not always the case? The powerful beating on the powerless, killing them like they do not have the right to live just because they can. Back in my realm, we has the Firians and their damned Revered Mother. They said they were fulfilling some sort of prophecy when they attacked our kingdoms and killed millions. Sure - *HIC* - we fought back - but - but - butbutbut - but how could we stand up against a bunch of flying monsters with skin tougher than our finest steel and the power to level a fortress." The Hunter said, sitting down hard on a chair which strained under the weight of the Hunter, his equipment and his armor.

"Then you have those damn Omians who were just content to walk the Firians kill us. *HIC* You - you know what our Emperor used to say? Evil wins when good men do nothing. Well - well - Evil won and now you know what I have to do? I have to h-hunt down these supposed creatures of the night - just - justjust because they were born different." The Hunter continued. It appeared that whatever this scotch was, it had a knack for bringing out the Hunter's true feelings.

Shadow Operatives Building: Canteen: Melethia, Som, Ton Ton

"Your men didn't try gassing out the creatures, running a scorched earth campaign to starve them out, or poisoning their supplies to cull their numbers? In campaigns of extermination, you have to use everything at your disposal to ensure your survival, since your foe will be doing the same to ensure you the end of your line and everything you care for." Melethia's statements seemed almost robotic - apparently this phrase had been drilled into her when she was young, which was another shining example of the parenting she'd been raised by. Her less than kind words didn't stop there, however.

"You don't like it? Then to hell with them! Worry less about those rookies and more on what you want to do. They have a problem, make yourself strong enough to show them who they're trying to order around. Heck, I could only call this leader of yours Dead Weight for how useful he's been and treat the fool the same way. Words only mean something if you can back them, and he couldn't do a single thing." The young elf had held back no words in her scathing criticism of the man's former leadership. Hadn't the child been talking just a bit earlier about Dead Weight in some training of hers? If Som were more sober, it might be chilling to see how a youth spoke in harsher terms than some soldiers.

Shadow Operatives Building: Canteen: Melethia, Som, Ton Ton

bluecrimson:
"You don't like it? Then to hell with them! Worry less about those rookies and more on what you want to do. They have a problem, make yourself strong enough to show them who they're trying to order around. Heck, I could only call this leader of yours Dead Weight for how useful he's been and treat the fool the same way. Words only mean something if you can back them, and he couldn't do a single thing."

The Hunter seemed to consider the words that the Young Elf spat out venomously: seemed. Rather her words had triggered a memory, one that caused the Hunter's body to go rigid as he relived each moment of it.

"When I was Five, they took myself and my squad ou-ou-out to Washout Trail. Out instructor made us w-watch as a group of trainees, older ones, ones whos class was standing was last. They kne-knew what was coming and I could s-see that. B-B-But I could look at the whole class. I could only look at one of the girls who was at the front o-of the group. My sister. It was at that point that The Hunter took another drink from the bottle, "A-After it was ov-over, we-we were made to go back in-into camp and l-leave the bodies. Th-they said that *HIC* if we-were not strong, we would be the n-next group to t-take the w-walk.

Sitting there, the Hunter appeared to become more fragile, more human as he remembered the night that followed.

"A-A group of us. We knew th-that there were others that would g-get us killed. So - so we slit their throats while they slept and w-we dumped th-them on the Washout Trail. The next morning. Our instructors did not say a thing."

Inhaling deeply, Som fixed a cold stare at the Elf.

"So do not talk to me about Dead Weight. I know what to do with them. Sometimes you are out matched and out numbered. Emperor Sodenheim and his men fought to the very end. They were not Dead Weight."

Shadow Operatives Building: Canteen: Melethia, Som, Ton Ton

The young elf was unshaken as she defiantly responded to Som. "You think I never had to worry about being outmatched and outnumbered? It's hard to remember a time when that wasn't true for me. And even then, we made sure that every ounce of our blood was repaid with a gallon of theirs. Well, that's not really counting the dragons, but you know exactly what I'm saying. The fact you're still alive shows you had the grit to make it through.

... still, you're telling me they got rid of the bodies? I thought they were using everything they had, Hunter. It's hard to forget one of the greatest uses available for Dead Weight." Now, this wouldn't come as a shock to Ton-Ton, but Melethia was all but saying that her old family brought back the Dead Weight from the dead for training or worse.

And only the small Tonberry seemed to be shocked by this? Had nobody on the ship paid attention to the signs?

Shadow Operatives Building: Canteen: Melethia, Som, Ton Ton

bluecrimson:
"The fact you're still alive shows you had the grit to make it through."

This would have marked the first time a non-human had given the Hunter a compliment regarding his training and his devotion to the cause that had raised him from childhood. This would have marked the first time that the Hunter had been open and honest about the conditions in which he had been raised from the moment he was born until the moment that he graduated from his training. Truth be told, it would have been a rather decent thing for the Hunter to respond to Melethia in kind, to show some sort of connection that the two shared from being raised to know nothing other than killing their enemies.

However, the only response that the Elf received was a deep snoring from where Som was seated and the sound of a bottle rolling around on the ground which was followed by a loud THUD! as the Hunter and chair toppled backwards and hit the floor.

"Wh-AHEM!-WHAT?" Som asked, suddenly awake and seated on the floor, looking around to ensure that this embarrassing event was caused by him and only him. Any other's involvement would have lead to a sound thrashing.

"A-Apologies. I must have dozed off. Did I miss anything important?"

Rising Dawn: Constance Sorrowfeld's Room : Dreamscape Constance Sorrowfeld, Jake

The Young Vampire "awoke" and find herself in the strange and unfamiliar place, though beautiful, the sudden transition from the steel and plastic room to the lush green foliage left her slightly distressed. As she looked around for a sign of something familiar, she spotted the Author that had just recently passed away.

"J-Jake? What - H-How? Where are we?" The Vampire asked as she looked at herself. Her clothing was clear of the grime and mud that had accumulated during her passage through the Shadow Realm and was free of the blood stains that could not be washed off, no matter how hard Constance tried. They were mended as if they had never been torn. Even the Vampire's hair with its shock of midnight blue was clear and lustrous in the sunshine.

As the Sorrowfeld Princess awaited an answer from the Writer, she looked about her at the scenery. A small brook chattered noisily near by, speaking of the snow caps from which it was been born while in its depths, small fish waited for the Spring thaw that would allow them to travel further down stream to the ocean where they would grow into adulthood. The Trees that surrounded the pair kept their distance but shielded them from the chill coming from the mountains.

"But - you died. Like everyone else does." Constance added as she sat up, unaware that this was but a dream.

Jake set his teacup down and looked over to the young vampire. "Indeed you are correct. I am dead, passed on as a spirit. Welcome to your nightmare little one. I did not like the setting when I happened upon it on my travels, so I intruded and changed it. For this, I am sorry."

As he explained in a soft voice he poured a fresh cup of tea for both himself and the setting opposite at the table.

He motioned to the seat opposite him. "If you drink tea there is a cup for you here. I can of course summon anything else you would like, being an Author. To answer your question of how, my belief let me pass on and continue my journey, and my powers remained. Now then, we have several more hours of dream time left before you will awake. I am happy to chat whilst your body rests, or you may return to sleep, it is your choice. Think of this an apology for me going and dying before I could make it up to you for being rude in the Shadow Zone."


Rising Dawn - Akane's Room: Akane, Melethia

(before everyone split off do to their thing)

Angelus gave Akane another sympathetic pat on the back after being tackle-hugged, and let the Kitsune go to be consoled by the others, adding on, "But of course, Akane. Do let us know when the ceremony begins."

Caim gave a similar nod to the Kitsune, the look on his face being enough to know he meant the same as Angelus did.

Akane nodded to the two, who were the only others on the Airship Jake was really close with. Akane decided she would let Angelus help with the funeral when it was time. Jake would have been honoured and probably embarrassed, but he was dead so he got no choice in the matter.

As Melethia entered Akane's room she found the Kitsune sipping from a tumbler. Spotting the young girl entering, Akane downed the last of the scotch in one fiery gulp before rising herself. "Thank you Melethia. We'll do this in the medbay, there is a morgue there that can store his body until we are out of this infernal realm and we can use our powers at will again. Did he say anything before he died? Do you know? Was he held as he died?" She questioned as they left the room.

So the two quickly moved to the medbay. Melethia pulled Jake's body out from her bag of holding and Akane helped her place him on the operating table in the room. Akane teared up looking at the immense hole that had killed him, but steeled herself. She had cried enough. She set to work removing his equipment first, first his swordbelt, then the combat webbing, then his pistol holsters on his thighs. His hat somehow made the journey with his body, and that too she took off and placed aside, along with his glasses. With trembling fingers she found a pair of scissors and began gently cutting away his ruined fatigues, revealing the cold white skin beneath. The final thing was the small silver chain around his neck.

This Akane took off and held in her palm. A small Celtic style brooch and a bass guitar were all that adorned the necklace. She could not fathom their meaning to the dead man, but they would serve as her reminder of who she was. Reverently she put the necklace on, feeling the tiny weight of the silver between her breasts, resting alongside the small golden chain and locket of her own. Two burdens to carry, two burdens to regret.

A single tear ran down her cheek.

As she turned away from the body on the cold steel table, several arms descended from the ceiling apparatus, an automated surgeon controlled by the AI onboard. "It is sad. I had never thought he would die like this. I will miss him."
"Who is that?!"
"I am the AI Vermillion, and I am one of the Artificial Intelligences running this airship Miss Akane. I shared some time with Master Jake during his command of this vessel, when Master Mark was here as well. Please, allow me to help."
Akane nodded silently.

A rolling gurney detached from the floor some way aways and made it's way over, where Jake's body was gently lifted across. The gurney moved to the morgue section and a locker opened, where the bed part of the gurney slid sideways into the waiting drawer. A hydraulic hiss and the drawer closed, the small screen on it flashing to life.

Dunks, Jake
Acting Captain, Airship Rising Dawn
Deceased xx.xx.xxxx
Status: Body held in Cryo

"On his compact PC is a copy of myself. It is telling me that he left a last will. Would you like me to read it to you?" Vermillion noted.
"Yes please."
"To whomever reads this, this is the last will and testament of Jake Matthew Dunks. I wish to be buried in the Restart Meadow if possible. If not, cremate me and scatter my ashes to the winds over the Pacific Ocean. *Addendum-If the crew are not in the AA world, cremate me and keep me in a jar on the bridge of the Rising Dawn. If none of this is possible cremate me in the biggest bloody bonfire you can. Dress my body in something simple.
My possessions go to Tomoe Akane first, Angelus the Dragon and Caim second. If none of these people are able, the AI Vermillion shall take care of them and distribute to new crew members as she sees fit. The sword bears an anti-angel enchantment from Lucifer, and is authored to never dull and never break. The 1911 pistols are authored to never run out of ammunition, the same with the M4 rifle. The Compact PC has been authored to never run out of power. All other possessions are normal."

"Soka... It's all mine then. Thank you Vermillion-san."

Akane gathered up his things and left, not looking back at where her author now resided. She needed to head out into the city to find a shop that made kimono's. Just as he had created her, she would bury him as her culture decided. But before all that she needed to sleep. She made it back to her room, placing Jake's gear on the table before disrobing and getting into bed, falling into a thankfully dreamless sleep.


Storm & Alpha. (& Deadshot)
Location: Workshop | Hanger | Rising Dawn | Personaverse.

The hanger was busy as usual, people came by and went in a blink of an eyes. the couple usually kept to themselves, the stinging memories of the Angel Wars nagging at them that these people can turn on them in a blink of an eyes, yet they trusted them, yet they dont'. It might have been because of Tomoya of their Author, someone who expected better from heroes whom instead wanted a harsher punishment for someone who had saved the everything for the longest time. Of course, this was Tomoya, the former Archangel of Lightning who was banished after being corrupted by a Shadow Demon.

Many of the Author Shaun's characters had thought about why this happened and who did this. The Shadow being a demon made the instant link towards Hell and those who rule over it. Yet this rage and anger was useless since they lacked the power or technology to take the fight to them. If the Heavens have been fighting them for all of eternity, what difference would they make, they could not even compete to the power of the Archangels.

Yet being in this crew gave them hope, not that only they can keep this world safe just like Tomoya before them, but they also have the smallest chance to give redemption to Tomoya and Shaun. Storm was practically disgusted with these so called 'heroes' after he came on-board, people who condemned one of their own for something who had no choice, Storm still has anger and distrust towards them even today. To some members, they will gaining better light then others.

All these feelings were actually not dominate in the mind of Storm though, his mind now was more focused on building armour and his love for his partner, he wanted to protect her no matter what vise versa. The black oil could easily be seen on the overalls that covered the lower part of his body, while sweat covered the upper-half, Storm had taken half of it off. The heat from the workshop was getting to him. Looking down, he wiped off the sweat from his brow, picked up the hammer and started pounding away again.

This would be the second suit of armour he was making for himself, a backup so if his first one would get wrecked again he would have another one awaiting it's master. With one last satisfying clang, he held up the chest-piece and gave a smile in the shiny reflection of the metal. Placing it with all the other parts sitting on the bench, he would go over the pile with a metallic black paint. This would make it his perfect night armour.

Looking outside of the workshop he could see multiple piles of crates, boxes next to a power loader. In the corner of the hanger he could see the small garage that belonged to Tomoya back the, except Storm converted that to be the place to store his equipment. Then in the opening he could see her, his beloved partner ... and Deadshot, "Why the hell is he here?" Storm gave a huff as he began to leave the workshop to go over to the two next to a weird car which Rugal drove in here a while ago.

The truth was ... out of anyone, in any world, he only wanted to protect and care about one person.

---

The world of an AI was that entirely different to anything else. They could see the insides of machinery, this was like another world, a alternative version of the world around them except in a smaller space which looked different and only known to them. Apart from being with other AI, it was lonely. For Alpha, it was different for her, she was a abandoned AI that had travelled to another universe, where she was picked up by the military, poked and prodded until she proved useful for military status. Controlling weaponry and military machinery was her purpose. Yet she was lonely, she was secluded from other AI in the UNSC since she was technically 'alien'.

Yet one person had treated her differently, this was a person who was also 'poked and prodded' in many ways to become a weapon of the military. The AI was paired with the Spartan for military use, sure they didn't get along at first, but they excelled in the field. Due to this they began to talk to each other in their private time rather then ignore or power-down to escape one another.

They began to know that they had much in common, soon a natural partnership was born. Before Alpha had met him, she was depressed and on the brink of insanity. Naturally, both in the time of war and in the time without war, they kept talking to one another, they kept training with each other, of course they eventually overcame the restrictions of being a altered human-being and a altered vocaloid AI. Unsurprisingly their romance blossomed, Alpha gained a human-like body due to this weird and wonderful world and she would thank this world a infinite amount of times for allowing her to spend time with her beloved.

That was one reason she loved this world, giving her the power to not only be in two worlds, and there were many more. Yet fear clouded her mind sometimes, not only because her lover could be taken away due to the danger these positions carry, but what would happen if she lost this body at one point, then she would never be able to truly be with him, only in that form of a holographic AI that he would carry everywhere.

Shaking her head, Alpha looked up from the ground. She was out in the hanger directing a power-loader to take in supplies they have acquired for the ship. Plus she could see him from here too, working hard on his armour. Alpha wore overalls too, except she was much more cleaner. Then Rugal and Slindis came in talking about training, but the worst thing of all is how Rugal admitted how he wanted to have sexual intercourse with another woman. "I thought they were together?" She quietly said to herself as she continued to work but observed the conversation before they moved out.

After a few more minutes of work, Deadshot came by, someone Alpha knew from the ship's camera footage, but someone she has never talked to. The assassin came in and began to check out the car and wondered who it belonged to. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you ... it belongs to Rugal!" She yelled with her half machine like voice, not risking to move over to him due to his ... record.

She thanked this world for what it had done to her ... yet fear that harm may come to the only one who had ever cared about her. Sure, Storm may have that armour weapons and altered body, but Alpha knew that she could easily protect him in her own way.


The Lone Wanderer.
Location: The Sniper shack | Roof | Rising Dawn | Personaverse.

The wind was blowing ferociously again on the rooftop, the Doctor dangled his legs off the side. Many things have happened recently. His darker side had gained for control and the whole persona thing with Jake's death and such. Why was he here? To protect this world? But he had his own world to protect, a world much more unstable then this one. Soon he had began to regret to come to this world.

It was all due to his Author, someone who is insanely similar to him. "Why ... I don't care for this place, I don't care about anyone in this world ... so why am I here? Just to collect information about this world and it's technology!?" He cried out, going back to silence he began to bite his lip. If he was going to take anything back with him, it would be a piece of technology that could bring peace to the Wasteland world.

That is why, behind the Doctor laid a robotic leg, he was going to try rebuild Liberty Prime ... yet the image of his own Persona kept coming back to him, he knew he could not build such a thing. "If I had that ... maybe, just maybe I could gain the inspiration to protect this world too." He said to himself once more, thinking up of something crazy like that will make him connected to this world.


Yu Narukami, David, Fuuka and Mitsuru.
Location: Lab | Shadow operatives building.

Yu was focusing on the talk the group was going on about, yet a thought or two went towards his prior experience in the AA world and with Tomoya, the tone of David sounded like he was still angered about him trying to destroy life, this started to change his opinion of the heroes. Shaking his head, Yu focused on the subject at hand, this was a problem in his world and he needed to focus on this, for all he knows it might give him some leads for his investigation.

Taking a cool but calm like stance, Yu looked up. "Right ... as important this investigation is, having people in their top form would make things go more easier. So yes rest is good ... but about everything else ... " He said, his gaze stared towards a different direction, memories from the murders of Inaba came back, his fists tightened in fear. "In my opinion I would check everywhere ... that un-searched area might prove useful as other gather and chase the other leads. But take this from me Fuuka-san, I'm not that experienced as a Detective, I'm more of a leader character, but I will help and think in anyway to help this investigation." Yu said, placing his calm gaze upon the three once more.

"Maybe Nao- ... I mean Shirogane-san would help us?" Yu said to himself, remembering one of his investigation team members, someone who is actually a detective. "That wouldn't work ... she will probably be busy. What do you think about this David-san?"

Airship Rising Dawn: Storage Area: Slindis, Dimitri, Rugal, Teri, Garm, Sadei, Annie

Needless to say, Rugal was not happy to have Garm snarling in his face, quickly grabbing the Wolf's jaws as he was pinned while he wrestled with the creature.
Despite the weight of both it and Teri, He was soon able to get the upper hand as he gripped the Dire Wolf's fur before managing to lift the beast over his head and flinging both him and Teri into a pile of stacked crates.
"Do yourself a favor, Stay down!" He taunted right before he had his legs pulled from under him by Slindis.

Once she threw him, he quickly rolled back on his feet before drawing his pistol.
"Let there be light!" He shouted before firing at the pile of Jerry Cans, igniting them and causing a chain reaction of explosions, lighting up the room as well as hurting anyone who was too close to them.
With the darkness gone, he was able to finally get back in the fight.
Too this end, he first focused on Annie, seeing how she was closest, quickly racing over for a powerful Open Palm Strike to her chest before following up with a small but powerful uppercut motion to her chin, hard enough to lift her off her feet for a moment.

After that, he doubled his efforts on the Drow, forcing her back on the defensive as the Light from the fires allowed him to see her and allowed him to strike faster and harder.
He ended this with a massive Phoenix Smasher, Putting as much power into it as he could in a bid to put that blue bitch down.

Grand Theft Deadshot
Storm & Alpha, Deadshot
Location: Workshop | Hanger | Rising Dawn | Personaverse.

"...So it's Rugal's, eh?..." Deadshot said, rubbing his hands with glee as he effortlessly pried open the door before getting inside it.
"Man, Where did he get this!? These things cost upward of 1 Mill easy!" He gasped as he began to fawn over the machine, what was it with men and cars?
"Hey, open up the Hanger, I gotta head back into the city for..."Reasons"." He then told Alpha, keen on letting this beast of a car tear up the city streets.

Where's Horatio Caine when you need him?
Yu Narukami, David, Fuuka and Mitsuru.
Location: Lab | Shadow operatives building.

"Alright, me and a few others will check out this Nice Mon-oh (Nise Mono; David's bad at Japanese pronouns, alright!?) tomorrow. Second we bring her in, I want that outbreak warning sent out. While it'll alert whomever is behind this, It'll be easier to explain away the people getting ill from bad food then some Cthulhu style Demi-god." David answered the Shadow Ops as he eyed up the file photo.
"Anyway, Is there anything else or shall we get the full mission briefing tomorrow?"

Shadow Operatives Building: Call Room: Jenny, Ella

Ella's words seemed to cause Jenny to sour a little.
"ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh forxget about blade. he'd micuh ratheer work with hirhyu on somue dumb spy mission kthen carre haxwt i did. he's alwaybs so busuy..." She slurred as she struggled to get under the covers, though it did seem like there was some resentment towards her other half, seeing how his last appearance in this RP was over half a year ago!
"ajust don't flet him foyrget who he isj. it wouldn't do for him to gket a taste for cock only to then gset his old body back, am i right?" She teased with a goofy smile on her face as she laid down in the bed.
"...you think fhe'll get hifs old body back?" she then asked, attempting to be serious but clearly failing.

At this point Kala had heard just enough out of Ryan... to call him friend. "Well, it's been really pleasant talking with you." she said with a smile "I could use a drink and maybe a bite to eat though. You can come along if you wish, but I'm going to head back to the Canteen to see what's on the menu if you don't mind." she said, exiting the room with one last remark. "Since you seem to manage it so well, I don't think I'll be putting that disguise back on any time soon."

As she arrived at the canteen she spotted Mele from across the room speaking with someone unfamiliar to her. This probably wasn't the best time to enter a somewhat upbeat person into their conversation, but she tapped on Melethia's shoulder with a

"Hey Mele, long time no see... who's your friend?" she said, gesturing to the Hunter... who it wouldn't take too long for her to figure out was likely drunk. Given her appearance it wouldn't take much to possibly spook a drunken Hunter.

"Oh and do correct me if I'm wrong about that, it's not too hard to say drunks don't exactly make the best role models.

Airship Rising Dawn: Storage Area: Slindis, Dimitri, Rugal, Teri, Garm, Sadei, Annie
Mood Music - This one's for the ladies (Sorry Garm)

When Teri and Garm hit the crates, Dimitri's voice called out in concern, clearly regretting his decision to call his Creator into the mess, "YOUR LADYSHIP!"

There was a small shuffling as the wolf pulled himself out of the wreckage, Teri somehow still clinging to her wolf's fur. "That's one way to kill a buzz...I'm alright, Dimitri. Just stick to the plan."
"Ow, fuckity ow... That really hurt... I wonder if the Real Dad is even aware of what's going on in there...? Man, if only we could talk to the big guy. You think we could bluff him to put that ring back on?"
"After what you pulled off with Real Dad, it's probably long gone. Let's just make the most of what we got then... Annie, as Mum probably told you, we're trying to get Dad into a training room to exorcise his Shadow! Try not to do anything that will give him a chance to counter. Just push him towards the training room. Dimitri will take care of the path!"

Taking the moment to re-set her grip on Sadei, Garm readied himself for another charge, signalling, "We're trying to get him in the room, correct? Then we need to push back! I'll snip at his heels, and you try to keep some pressure up, Tear-ri! Don't get too close though. We don't want to give him another opportunity."

Following that bit of advice, the wolf sped back into the fray, and began doing as he said he would, trying to snip at the King of Fighter's heels and set up a flank with Slindis and Annie. Teri, from what both of the attacking women could see, had shown to have learned quite a bit during that week of training, including how to hold herself on her wolf with her legs. With a whirl of Sadei, the Cleric aimed for her adoptive father's head before bringing the quarterstaff down. Perhaps with those two acting on flank, Rugal could be pushed back a bit more easily..?

Shadow Operatives Building: Lab: Yu Narukami, David, Fuuka and Mitsuru

Fuuka gave a light laugh at Yu's suggestion, and shook her head, "If Shirogane-san and the rest of your Investigation team were available, Philemon wouldn't have called strangers to our aid, Narukami-san. As you've guessed, she is taking on a case for us in Hokkaido regarding Shadow based activity."

Mitsuru cut in again, giving a small smile regarding Yu's friend and added in again, "Back on topic..? Anyways, we plan on reiterating all of this information again, so there is nothing else to be said at the present. However, I do advise all of your comrades get plenty of rest. Knowing our luck, this probably won't be the last we've heard of the Shadow Zones either. You will need to be at your best should they, or some other threat, strike... You are dismissed to take the night at your leisure. I only ask that you will be able to get up in the morning."

Shadow Operatives Building: Canteen: Kalastryn, Melethia, Ton Ton, Som

Seeing that Melethia had finally seguewayed the topic away from her childhood, Ton Ton gave a light sigh, and looked to the Drunken Hunter, "I believe you two were speaking on hunting supernatural entities, and not really considering the ethics of what was done to give the both of you your abilities and fighting prowess. That's about what you missed, sir."Well, that was certainly a bit more venom than was normal for the generally cordial Tonberry; which came as something of a surprise to Melethia and Som, considering how gentle he was a few moments ago.

These same words were what Kalastryn heard about right when she walked in. However, upon the familiar tiefling's return, the Tonberry gave an acknowledging wave of his little lantern, and his tone shifted to a lighter one again, "Greetings, Ms. Kalastryn. It's been a while since I've last seen you among us. As for your advice, it sounds along the lines of something Mr. Caim would tell me and Cadolbolg. 'You two are too young to be drinking stuff like this. Not that you should, it clouds your minds. Don't do as your father does, kids.' Or something like that. When did you return?"

"Ton Ton correct? It has been a while. I flew all the way over here from our last locale. Took a while considering I wasn't on the airship... I tend to get left behind huh?" she pondered. "Anyway, your father would be right. Alcohol is a pleasantry some people take too much from. I usually don't drink too much of it though." She said as she recalled something/ someone from home. "I do remember there was a friend of mine back home who could drink all he wanted of it and he never seemed to get intoxicated... then again there wasn't much to dumb down..." She said in gentle reference to an old acquaintance's intelligence. "Oh, and I've made a discovery that I don't have an author as well. Shocking I know, but while I came from someone's made up world my parents had me far after they had taken up their own consciousness, so I was untouched by any outside forces." She said, so many questions answered at once made her feel... happy, for the first time in a while.

Airship Rising Dawn: Storage Area: Slindis, Dimitri, Rugal, Teri, Garm, Sadei, Annie
Mood Music - This one's for the ladies (Sorry Garm)

Tama could feel Sadei trying to gather herself for the next attack. "Okay, just gotta see if I can actually burn that Shadow of his with my touch..."

ALthough Rugal was able to get some glancing blows on Slindis, his Coup de Grace was nimbly dodged around as she redirected his momentum into another storage crate. "You claim to bring light? You couldn't brighten a warehouse at night with a Fireball." After darting around Teri's charge and Annie's assault, she made a defensive retreat closer to the door that Dimitri had set up. If she could make him think he had her on the ropes, this just might work.

Shadow Operatives Building: Canteen: Kalastryn, Melethia, Ton Ton, Som

Melethia's response to the drunken hunter waking up was just as blunt as Ton-Ton's was; "Bah, just get me a drink. Same as Ton-Ton's." She would have continued the shunning, but Kalastryn walked in shortly after.

"That's nice to hear, Kal. I was kind of wondering if you saw Slin or my sis anywhere? I was gonna practice some with someone that can stay sober."

Shadow Operatives Building: Call Room: Jenny, Ella

"If those Striders are anything like those Angels, might be some shady stuff going on to mess that up. DO you have any way to hear from him?" Ella was trying to be a bit understanding here to help the two out, considering how kind (sober) Jenny was. She didn't want too much more to happen to the Gardevoir. However, the topic of Devon came up and Ella snickered.
"You think I would change so much of Devon for that, Jenny? For shame! How could you even imply that~!" The teasing ended, and even the completely smashed Jenny could feel Ella's mood change.
"To be honest, Jenny? I wish I could say it would happen, but it's a pretty powerful curse. The only beings that would be strong enough to fix it would all throw in some more conditions to fix it, or would take ages to get that skilled in Teri's case. Why do you think I've tried getting Devon used to it? Easy fixes would just make Ageha try again, with how she is."

Shadow Operatives Building Party Room: Cadol, Devon

After finishing the cake, Devon turned to Cadolbolg. "Okay, I know we were supposed to stay in here tonight, but what do you say about seeing the town? It would let me try on that other nice outfir you picked out for me, and I know you'd like to explore outside~" While Cadolbolg thought about it, Devon changed into the other outfit[1] that had been picked out by Cadolbolg.

"Are you ready to have a bit of fun tonight?" Man, Ella had been right. Devon was nice before, but it felt like something big had changed in her with Cadol's help! Now if only Cadolbolg could try one of those cake shots...

[1] Thanks, Caramel Frappe!

Rising Dawn: Constance Sorrowfeld's Room : Dreamscape Constance Sorrowfeld, Jake

Sgt_Jakeman214:
"If you drink tea there is a cup for you here. I can of course summon anything else you would like, being an Author. To answer your question of how, my belief let me pass on and continue my journey, and my powers remained. Now then, we have several more hours of dream time left before you will awake. I am happy to chat whilst your body rests, or you may return to sleep, it is your choice. Think of this an apology for me going and dying before I could make it up to you for being rude in the Shadow Zone."

Sitting down on the Wooden Chair, Constance regarded the spirit with cautious eyes before looking at their rustic surroundings, especially the snow capped mountains that loomed in the distance. Coming from a world that was relatively featureless, save for the occational hill or body of water, the peaks drew the Vampire's amazement.

"What is this place?" The Sorrowfeld Vampire repeated as she turned her gaze back towards the remnant powers of the Writer, "It's beautiful."

As she sat, the Vampire took a moment to take a sip of her tea and found the herbal elixer to her liking. Turning back to her visitor, she looked at him. He did not seem sad, or tormented or in pain. He seemed normal. Since the death of her family and her "recruitment" into stopping the Ebony Fist Soldiers, death had been the one thing that the Young Vampire feared.

"What's it like?" She asked suddenly, hoping that she could get some incite and perhaps overcome what it was that kept her from being able to help save her world.


Shadow Operatives Building: Canteen: Kalastyrn, Melethia, Som, Ton Ton

bluerocker:
"I believe you two were speaking on hunting supernatural entities, and not really considering the ethics of what was done to give the both of you your abilities and fighting prowess. That's about what you missed, sir."

Som waved his hand towards the Small Lizard man before looking for the bottle of scotch and finding it empty on the ground. It was strange to see that Som seemed rather normal, even though he was drunk not minutes ago. Even his voice was back to the even and measured without hint of stutter as he responded to Ton-Ton.

"Life could have been worse." The Hunter said simply as he turned to see another one of the Rising Dawn's Crew Members entering the Canteen. The Hunter was not surprised to see yet another non-human and though he kept his face neutral in expression, he could not say that he was pleased. He did, however, keep his normally acidic comments to himself, even if the creature that entered resembled a Firian.

Kalastryn:
"Hey Mele, long time no see... who's your friend?"

"Som Waterford of the Hunter's Authority." Som said simply. Just because he was willing to accept Kalastryn's presence did not mean that he was willing to engage in conversation. Looking at the Magic User, the hunter's hand unconsciously slipped close to the handle of his blade.

"(Kill it! Kill it! Kill the Firian!)" A voice from inside Som's head screamed as he tried to resist the urge to pounce upon Kala and plunge the Hunter's knife into the thing's stomach.

bluecrimson:
"That's nice to hear, Kal. I was kind of wondering if you saw Slin or my sis anywhere? I was gonna practice some with someone that can stay sober."

*SLAM!!!*

The sound of Som's hand slamming the table as he wrenched it away from the handle of his weapon.

"Perhaps I could join since I am quite sober." The Hunter suggested in a tone that indicated that things would happen if he did not get out of the Canteen soon.

Airship Rising Dawn: Storage Area: Slindis, Dimitri, Rugal, Teri, Garm, Sadei, Annie

Rugal was actually pretty impressed when Slindis caused him to ram into one of the storage crates, giving off a small laugh afterwards.
"Okay, credit where it's due, that was pretty good..." He admitted as he pulled himself from the dent his impact caused in the box.
Gripping the wooden crate with one of his hands, his fingers prying though the wood, he then effortlessly flung it at the drow, she'd most likely dodge it, but it kept her out of his way.

Before he could capitalize on his attack, he saw Teri and Garm charging towards him.
His expression seemed to turn into one of annoyance as he stood his ground as the duo raced towards him, Teri about to take his block off with Sadei.
What happened instead though was he reached his arms out in front of him and grabbed the staff before it could hit, causing Teri to be dismounted while Garm raced on, The Cleric still clinging onto the other the staff.
Before the weight enchantment could kick in, Rugal then swung the end Teri was hanging onto into another of the bay's Storage Crates, slamming her back first into it before dropping Sadei to the ground, knowing he couldn't wield it for more then a few seconds.
Even then, he winced as the mere act of holding the staff lit up all the nerves in his hands.

It was then that Annie began her attack, Despite Rugal catching the fist, it had a lot more kick to it then her last attack.
"Huh...That's a good straight, But now what do you do?" He remarked before bringing her arm down and headbutting her in the face.
He would have done more, but the large amount of smoke those Jerry cans he ignited was starting to get to him, He'd only start to tire himself out if he tried to fight like this.
Thus he made his way out of the Storage Bay, coughing and hacking slightly, thereby allowing Dimitri to block off all other routes except one straight to the Training room, blast doors already starting to come down.
"Oh great...Just what I need..." He grumbled as he realized their plan.
"Even if you get me back in that Zone, it won't make a difference! You think I'm just some construct Nyarlathotep made to fuck with you?! HELL NO! I *AM* RUGAL BERNSTEIN! DEAL WITH IT!" The Shadow began ranting as he attempted to find a way past the blast doors, striking at the metal in a vain attempt to break though it.

Delayed for later.

Rising Dawn: Constance Sorrowfeld's Room : Dreamscape Constance Sorrowfeld, Jake
"What is this place?" The Sorrowfeld Vampire repeated as she turned her gaze back towards the remnant powers of the Writer, "It's beautiful."

As she sat, the Vampire took a moment to take a sip of her tea and found the herbal elixer to her liking. Turning back to her visitor, she looked at him. He did not seem sad, or tormented or in pain. He seemed normal. Since the death of her family and her "recruitment" into stopping the Ebony Fist Soldiers, death had been the one thing that the Young Vampire feared.

"What's it like?" She asked suddenly, hoping that she could get some incite and perhaps overcome what it was that kept her from being able to help save her world.

Jake looked around and admired the scenery as he took another sip of his tea. His flavour of choice was Twinnings Orange Pekoe. "What is it like being dead? I don't know how to explain that to be honest. I believed in life after death, so I live on as a spirit. Others believe in God, so they go to Heaven which is perfection if they were good, and Hell, which is eternal suffering if you were bad. So I can't comment. It differs by person and religion. As for this place, it's name is lost in time. If the AA world ever resets, you will find yourself here. This is my first time being here in the flesh, but not my first time being here as an Author. I've seen 3 resets, I think? It is indeed beautiful..." Jake explained, trailing off into silence to appreciate the beauty of the wilderness again.

Shadow Operatives Building: Canteen: Kalastyrn, Melethia, Som, Ton Ton

Ton Ton looked over the Hunter, and if his face were able to express much more than what a Tonberry usually contained, it would have been contempt, "You must either be crazy, or a really good actor, sir. You were acting like Mr. David West after one too many hit your system not five minutes ago. I don't know much about alcohol, but I don't think you are in a fit condition to do a lot, much less fight."

Turning back to Kalastryn and Mel, his contempt faded to puzzlement, as he turned his little head and wondered aloud, "...You flew? How would that even work? We're in a different universe! And no Author to boot... Well, I didn't really know that was a thing, but congratulations!

Also, regarding that drink order, Melethia, I'll have an orange juice. Vitamin C is important for your health, after all. Of course, your pirate buddies probably knew that better as a deterrent for scurvy."

Shadow Operatives Building Party Room: Cadol, Devon

Regarding those cakeshots, Cadolbolg thought for a moment and tried to contact Teri through the rings, only to hear a "NOT NOW!" before being thrown back into his own head again. Well, whatever Teri was doing, Cadolbolg had to guess it was important. Well, perhaps they could find such other sweet things elsewhere? Candy in general sounded good to the turtle dragon, so when Devon mentioned going out, he said, "So we're gonna leave? Better make it sneaky, or Ella might do something bad!"

He stuck his tongue out playfully at that thought, and added, "I kinda want something sweet while we're out. Cake was good and all, but candy sounds nice... Of course, if you think there's a different place we can go to...?"

Of course, seeing that Cadolbolg wanted his big sis to have fun and relax, the tiny turtle dragon thought it best to let Devon take the wheel of the trip. After all, he could always get candy later. Seeing his big Sis being this outgoing about going to the town in the clothes he picked made the turtle dragon baby happier than ever.

Airship Rising Dawn: Storage Area: Slindis, Dimitri, Rugal, Teri, Garm, Sadei, Annie

"Such loud bragging... Are you trying to intimidate us, or reassure yourself in your last moments?" To Rugal's surprise, Slindis had rolled under the thrown piece of wood (getting grazed by it, but nothing that she'd come close to calling dangerous) and had a firm grip on the King of Fighter's leg. She knew there was a decent chance of her taking a good hit through getting so close, but she saw that she could use the man's focus to her advantage.

With that, she quickly twisted Rugal's leg to trip him up and then used his falling momentum so she could throw him to the wall right next to Annie. She knew that a hit was bound to come, but she knew how to take them with all of the beatings she'd incurred in her time.

Shadow Operatives Building: Canteen: Kalastyrn, Melethia, Som, Ton Ton

"Oh, we stuck with a mix of that and some fish we traded with the Sahuagin. Odd types, those shark people, but they knew how to strike hard bargains. So, one Orange Juice, one Lime and Coconut milk, and the usual for Miss Kala." It was a short amount of time for Melethia to get the drinks, but she returned without spilling a drop from any of the drinks.

With that, she sipped some of her smooth and zesty drink as she replied to Som's interjection: "Som, if you want to wake up in the morning instead of drowning in your own vomit, I suggest you leave. I can still smell the alcohol clinging to you." ALthough blunt, the girl made sire that her statement to som wasn't that harsh.

Shadow Operatives Building Party Room: Cadol, Devon

"You keep it secret if I do, Cadol? Pinky promise!" Devon extended her Pinky Finger in that time-honed unbreakable vow that all children shared at least one time in their lives before rubbing Cadol's head.

After remembering what she'd seen over the day, Devon thought of a few places that had exactly what Cadol wanted. "Oh, we've got a few places. The Cafe from earlier was nice, but I wonder if that arcade would be nice as well for the games there?" Devon let Cadol nest in her hair (Making it look like she just had a really nice Dragon hat on) as they made their way to the Mall downtown on the train.

"Which game do you want to try first?" It was clear that Devon was still looking around at some of the prizes there, although it as clear there was a focus on some stuffed animals. Maybe the two could get something for Devon and Ella?

Airship Rising Dawn: Storage Area: Slindis, Dimitri, Rugal, Teri, Garm, Sadei, Annie
Keep that Gal Power (and Garm) going!

Teri, for one of the first times since joining the Rising Dawn, did not realize that Sadei could not hear her when she hit the crates. In fact, it had been so long that she was separate from the staff, it was a panic enduing moment in her mind when she couldn't hear the ringing of bells in her mind,
"Sadei? Where are you?"
"She can't hear us. Can we move?"

Teri flexed an arm to bring herself back up from the throw, but let out a hiss of pain, leading Toyotama to speak in her mind again, "That we can't. Just lay back. The adults and Mum can take it. We've done our end."
"No."
"No?"
"No. I made a promise. I told... Sadei... I would NEVER let her be alone again. Toyotama. You have permission to take over my body, if only to get me to her."

There was a silence in their minds as Teri slowly began to recede, the pain of the throw beginning to overwhelm the Cleric's system, Toyotama inwardly smirking before stating, "I'll do more than get Sadei back. When you wake up, we'll have Dad back too."

Garm, on the other hand, froze in horror when he saw his Pup was thrown across a room, and would have immediately ran to Teri's side; were it not for the fact that the wreckage she landed in began to move, and slowly, the Cleric rose. Standing tall, Annie (if she cared to look) could see that Teri had taken the same method as she did, before the Cleric made her way to the staff and gently picked it back up.
"Found you..."
Holding it reverently, almost like a best friend, Teri(?) resumed her stance before calling out, "That speech of your's sounds great, and I'mma let you finish, but I gotta ask you something first.

How can you say that? How can you say you're not from Nyarlatothep? Everyone's Shadows, including me, were made by him. And you know what forms them? Their hosts. So you never the King. Rugal, MY FUCKING DAD, was always the King. You're just the pawn Nyarlatothep made in his image. You wanna prove me wrong? Go in that room and tell me it's not true! And, to help that decision along; Dimitri, use them turrets!"

Without a further notice, the turrets from above deployed; and began shooting at the possessed King of Fighters.

Rising Dawn: Constance Sorrowfeld's Room : Dreamscape Bast, Constance Sorrowfeld, Jake

Sgt_Jakeman214:
"What is it like being dead? I don't know how to explain that to be honest. I believed in life after death, so I live on as a spirit. Others believe in God, so they go to Heaven which is perfection if they were good, and Hell, which is eternal suffering if you were bad. So I can't comment. It differs by person and religion. As for this place, it's name is lost in time. If the AA world ever resets, you will find yourself here. This is my first time being here in the flesh, but not my first time being here as an Author. I've seen 3 resets, I think? It is indeed beautiful..."

The two dreamers sat in silence for a moment, the sound of the nearby stream flowing over perfectly shaped pebbles was accompanied by the singing of roosting songbirds. As idyllic as the scene was, nothing could stay that way for too long. Bast, who had been watching the two from beneath the shade of a large tree, began to laugh at the folly of the two.

Turning around, Constance threw a glare at the feline headed woman, who put her hands up in mock surrender.

"Please continue. Don't let me interrupt this waste of time." Bast said as she picked up a tea cup of her own, adding a bit of milk to the strong black tea known as Saiidi.

"Reset?" The Vampire questioned as she returned her attention to the writer.

"Yes, reset. Meaning that he and the others have the ability to change the world back into its default version, as if they had never interfered. Isn't that right, Writer?"


Shadow Operatives Building: Canteen: Kalastyrn, Melethia, Som, Ton Ton

bluerocker:
"You must either be crazy, or a really good actor, sir. You were acting like Mr. David West after one too many hit your system not five minutes ago. I don't know much about alcohol, but I don't think you are in a fit condition to do a lot, much less fight."

bluecrimson:
"Som, if you want to wake up in the morning instead of drowning in your own vomit, I suggest you leave. I can still smell the alcohol clinging to you."

The Hunter could see that the comments were given on the basis of a concern for his health were he to have gone into one of the training rooms while under the influence of the Scotch that he had imbibed. Despite the smell of residual alcohol Som was indeed quite sober. It seemed that as quickly and as strongly as alcohol affected the Hunter, its effects left him in the same manner.

"Again, I should iterate that I am indeed sober." He stated as he got up out of his chair and stood up straight. To emphasize his point, the Leather Clad Hunter drew his silver dagger and threw it behind him, the sharpened weapon slicing the neck of a wine bottle but not shattering the container.

Rising Dawn: Constance Sorrowfeld's Room : Dreamscape Bast, Constance Sorrowfeld, Jake
The two dreamers sat in silence for a moment, the sound of the nearby stream flowing over perfectly shaped pebbles was accompanied by the singing of roosting songbirds. As idyllic as the scene was, nothing could stay that way for too long. Bast, who had been watching the two from beneath the shade of a large tree, began to laugh at the folly of the two.

Turning around, Constance threw a glare at the feline headed woman, who put her hands up in mock surrender.

"Please continue. Don't let me interrupt this waste of time." Bast said as she picked up a tea cup of her own, adding a bit of milk to the strong black tea known as Saiidi.

"Reset?" The Vampire questioned as she returned her attention to the writer.

"Yes, reset. Meaning that he and the others have the ability to change the world back into its default version, as if they had never interfered. Isn't that right, Writer?"

Jake smiled at the interruption. He took on the tone of a wizened old schoolteacher in his reply, his voice soft yet powerful. "Indeed, the shadow is correct, if I am assuming correctly? Though we are limited in power by either our own hand or a higher power in the Avatar Adventure itself, from the outside we are Gods. Anything we write happens. As an Author on the outside, I once played with a man whose character was himself in the AA, a puppet with full Author powers. His character in the AA, Sam G, was a literal God. But he choose not to be in the AA, for the spirit of the other Authors. Back then, it was simply a game to us, a never ending story we all wrote together. It was not until much much later when Red Mage combined the 'verses that I and the other current Authors were dragged into the AA whether we liked it or not. I know we all had a standing agreement not to be overpowered with our characters, so I guess when we entered that also took effect. I specialized in summoning mechanical objects through any text, Teri can bring forth foods and is now a cleric with many different powers, Devon went to Hell and gained bardic powers, along with all the rest. Now that I am dead, such limits no longer apply because I am not interfering in the AA directly. Technically I am, because the nightmare you would be having in place of this dream would be ruining your sleep, but there is no God to punish me."

Pausing, he finished his cup of tea and set it down. He looked at the young vampire. "Now, I've been meaning to ask. Are those real, little kitty?" he asked, pointing to her ears.

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