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The Rising Dawn Adventures

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Rising Dawn Private Quarters - Ryan's Room
Ryan | Annie | Nina and Phillip

Phillip's steady scissor clipping filled the otherwise quiet air as Nina stared at Annie's space case moment. Adjusting her sitting position a bit as she waited for Annie to answer her, she continued to sit at the edge of the bed, her back to the foot of the bed and facing forward towards Annie and currently unconscious Ryan. At first Nina would give her her undivided attention; the delay in the response was a bit jarring. She'd play with her soup mug a bit, before her head turned to look at Phillip. Silently she looked at him then down to her mug before lifting it forward to him as an offer. "Thanks Phillip~" She said quietly as one of Phillip's tentacles slinked across the floor and climbed onto the bed near Nina. From the tentacle, a small orifice opened as several tendrils looking very similar to a sea cucumber's inners discharging slinked out and retrieved the mug from Nina gingerly, the thing looking quite a bit like a sea cucumber's inners. Having be semiinterupted from her conversation with Annie, Nina had to take a moment to remember she was still waiting on her? Her lips pursed as she looked up to Annie again.

"Annie?" Nina asked, slowly waving her hand to get Annie's attention then giving a couple snaps of her fingers. "You okay?" She eventually asked, unsure at this point if Annie was still thinking, or perhaps somehow she was experiencing some caregiving related PTSD of some sort.

".. Didn't mean to space out. But, you're right. 'Fuck ya I am! Didn't doubt it for a second!' I have little to no experience in handling a patient that needs care every waking hour and to handle those undertaking requirements." Nina felt pretty proud of herself at this point, compared to her other conversations so far, this one turned out far smoother. "So then, you're going to-" Nina started to say as she noticed Ryan stirring. She gasped in surprise at this, frankly expecting to have waited a month for this to happen, but a measly hour was peanuts to this. Ryan's projectile spit however caught her off-guard however; the splattering across Annie's face left Nina in a brief state of surprise followed quickly by a fit of feverous laughter. Laughing as she did have the unwanted consequence however of tipping back, falling off the bed and landing on her back. "Ow..." Her laughing fit was quelled, her legs still up on the bed. Nina lay there a moment; unable to see Annie wiping her face off, but at least she heard her comment. "Never mind, we don't have to worry about what happens to him now. Go and have your chat with him, Nina." Nina in turn raised an arm up, her hand coming into view as she gave Annie a thumbs up. "Okie Dokie, thanks Annie."

While Ryan sat up in the bed, Nina got herself up off the ground as well, now properly back at the foot of the bed. Additionally Phillip was now sitting on her lap, Nina holding onto him much like one would hold a big teddybear. "Uuhhhhh ... w-what are you guys doing in my room? .. Wait, we're on the ship then? What happened back in Denver? Did everyone make it out alive??" Ryan asked, looking pretty rough even if he was at least speaking now. "Well, it was a bit of an adventure getting back. Eddie kidnapping me wasn't my first choice after all." Nina giving Ryan a bit of the gears, having not forgotten that blunder on his end. "As for the other stuff, seems like something must have come up at least, someone announced an assembly only a couple of minutes ago? I made my way here after I got dropped off so that Phillip could stretch his legs a bit, isn't that right?~" Nina giggled a bit as she tickled the one arm of Phillip's still cutting away at the coupons, having now gotten pretty close to finished with the newspaper. Another tentacle tried pushing her hand away, seemingly not liking being interupted. "But Annie didn't mention anything about anyone not making it, so probably everyone's okay? She isn't really much of the chatty type..." Nina added with some concern, unaware of the prison situation going on currently.

Nina frowned however, obviously wanted to ask about her room situation, but even now Ryan covered his face with his hand, he obviously wasn't feeling awesome. Her discussion was made however when Phillip prodded the side of her cheekbone with a tendril. "Alright, alright I got it." She let out a sigh, looking up to Ryan again. "Ryan I know you're probably feeling really pretty awful right about now, but well, me and Phillip really need to know how this home situation is going to play out. As far as I understand, my home came along with me here to Denver, but with all that happened..." Nina let out a long sigh, fidgeting with her fingernails a bit. "I kinda asked this of Annie, but what do you think the other people on the ship would think of Phillip, I've been scared to show him to others where I'm from. This could be good for him to socialize more. Given how totalled my home probably is by this point, would it be possible to move my stuff up here maybe?" Nina eventually asked, unsure if this was an option, but given her thinking, this was probably a good idea as any for now for her and Phillip.

A thought crossed Nina's mind after which she looked down at Phillip sitting in her lap. "Oh, we don't have any onion soup left for Ryan, do we? He's probably a bit hungry." She asked Phillip, which after a brief pause she let out a soft sigh. "That's too bad, if I'd only known I wouldn't have had that second bit." She smiled again, tussling some of Phillip's tentacles. "You aren't hungry right now, are you Ryan?"

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | World Marshall, Undisclosed Location | Secure Cell Block, Designation: A Class
"Don't you know I'm a Space Alien, from Space?"
B.C. | King Leoric | Bison | Bruiser | Caim | David | Teri | Mio | Shadow/Agent | Nadalia | Others

Thoroughly preoccupied with killing robots, B.C. began to think that things were starting to look up. After all, while rendering these tentacles automatons wasn't a particularly satisfying flavor of mayhem, it was still pretty damn fun, and on top of that she was on her way out. As a bonus, she had a rather nice crown now, even if it was a little too Gothic for her tastes. She preferred more gaudy shows of wealth.

She finished off the first magazine by emptying it wholesale into a single HENTAI unit, and as she started to reload, she felt a sudden loss of weight atop her head.

"Wha--Hey!" she called out as she realized that the crown she rightfully stole was stolen from her in turn.

"One does not simply take the name of a lord's position. Seek'est your own destiny, not steal it."

While the Convict's smile didn't disappear, only dimmed, the look in her eyes were clearly one of irritation. They practically said "Who the hell do you think you are, lady?". In fact, she basically said as much out loud.

"Hey, hey, hey, who do you think you are, lady? That's my crown now, I stole it fair and square." she protested.

She had to give the girl credit though. Missing an arm, looking beat to shit, and limping away the way she was, she had a pair on her. Or triplet, quad or quint, depending on the race, though she looked perfectly human. Not that normal humans tended to call up firestorms or summon big, fuck-off knights in dingy armor.

".. Maybe after this, you may end up wearing my crown instead."

As she made her way to the pile of bones that was Leoric, she set down the crown, only for B.C. to dance over and snatch it right back up. Once it was placed back on her own head, she looked down at Nadalia with an edged smirk.

"Listen, you wanna give me your crown, I'd be happy to take if off your hands, but this is my crown because I did a little thing called Dibs--DIBS!" she called out, before giggling a little to herself and continuing.

"See? Where I come from, Dibs is legally binding, and in this case, there's no takebacks. So the boneheaded King Nothing can find a new one." she lied with practiced smoothness.

Giving her a cheeky, finger-waggling wave, B.C. pirouetted past. Extracting a fresh magazine from her cleavage, she reloaded her assault rifle and gave Nadalia a single backward glance.

"By the way, honey. I'm a thief. I'll steal whatever I want, wherever I want, whenever I want, and from whomever I want. Doesn't matter to me if it's a crown, a lordship, or a piece of chewed-up space bubblegum. If I want it? I'll take it. Not much is gonna stop me." B.C. told her, her voice being completely devoid of the playful, almost sing-song tone that it had earlier.

Escapist Avatar Adventures | Undisclosed Location | Weapon's Storage
Time for things to go wrong...
Gunnery Sargent Percival Ross and The Raiders | ARES-35 | Dimitri | Viscus

The lights flickered through out the detention facility as one of the four primary power conduits was brought down by a herd of electrovores, fuzzy sheep like creatures that fed on electricity. As one might imagine, this produced a fair number of issues, some of which included the loss of power to certain sections of the facility, bringing the automated defenses offline as well as a number of energy containment fields. Needless to say the Rising Dawn inspired riot was getting out of hand and had passed beyond the point of being containable by the World Marshall and the Detention Center's guards.

"Ah shit..." Gunnery Sargent Percival Ross cursed as he watched a camera feed from the elevator shaft that served as the facility's main point of entry and exit. Watching the scene unfold, he noted that the constant stream of retreating scientists and technicians had been reduced to just a trickle and now had been replaced by some of the facility's less aggressive guests... the ones that didn't feel the need to take revenge on the guards. While that was good for those in the prison, in that there that many less bodies that were being thrown against them, it would probably be trouble later down the line.

Of course, this was the least of their problems since the Sargent had been monitoring the status of one of the World Marshall's more "Special" projects. Judging by the reaction on the Sargent's face, things were going down the shitter pretty quickly. Looking over his shoulder he spotted ARES-35, the cybernetic war machine that he hadn't figured out was a cybernetic war machine just quite yet.

"Hey... you...ummm... what was your name?" He asked despite having a billion more important things to ask instead of ARES' name, "I'm deactivating the drones and the calling off the guards next door. You need to get yourself and your friends out of here... NOW! Because in about 15 minutes, this place is going to do its best imitation of the surface of the moon."

As he sent ARES off to grab the remainder of her comrades from the detention area, the Sargent who was Suddenly Concerned for Everyone's Safety activated a facility wide PA system and started broadcasting an evacuation message.

"Attention all personnel. Containment failure eminent. All personnel are ordered to evacuate the facility. Repeat. Containment failure of Project Instant Kaiju eminant. All personnel are ordered to evacuate the facility."

Satisfied with the message, the Sargent then turned his attention to a radio that sat along one of the walls. He was aware that even if he managed to evacuate the prison and the surrounding areas, if what World Marshall had been developing in secret got loose, there would be no such thing as minimal safe distance. With the current status of the organization in tatters, there was only one thing left to do and that was to make a request for assistance from the outside world, specifically the Rising Dawn. Stepping up to the radio, the Sargent spoke.

"Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! This is Sargent Percival Ross of the Ross' Raider's issuing a request for assistance from the Rising Dawn on all channels. I repeat: Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! This is Sargent Percival Ross of the Ross' Raider's issuing a request for assistance from the Rising Dawn on all channels." He waited for a moment to allow for the Rising Dawn to get a fix on his radio frequency, "Attention Rising Dawn, in roughly 15 minutes, a large creature is going to be emerging from this complex. Request your assistance in destroying this creature." His fingers flew along the keyboard as he started transmitting an encrypted file labeled 'Project Instant Kaiju'.

"Attention Rising Dawn, I'm transmitting data on the creature now." Ross said into the radio before pausing once again, "I'm attempting to secure safe passage for your comrades from the prison."

With the message sent, Ross checked a map of the complex and noted a series of nearby escape pods, which when activated, would be launched out a series of tubes to the surface. Turning to the repair console that held FULGORE, Ross entered a sequence of commands which would launch the repair pod out of the facility.

"Raiders fall in!" Ross called out, leading them towards the holding area, "New mission. We're providing cover while these guys get out of here."

GM's Note:

CHANGE OF PLANS!

I'm fast forwarding the arc to the final encounter. I'm giving everyone an opportunity to get into position for this encounter. As can be expected from a black book project called Project Instant Kaiju, the Rising Dawn will be up against a rather large creature that was developed using a fusion of the technology, biology and magic that World Marshall had been acquiring from other dimensions.

bluerocker:
Team Mom wrote some of this

Escapist Avatar Adventures | Undisclosed Location | Weapon's Storage
[...Okay : that might actually be a problem...]
Gunnery Sargent Percival Ross and The Raiders | ARES-35 | Dimitri | Viscus

When the PA system activated with the frantic pleas of the remaining on site staff, Viscus quickly became interested in whatever this "Project Instant Kaiju" was.
Granted, the name was a dead giveaway but the nature of the project would greatly aid his efforts to eliminate it (Because odds are he'd be called in to do so once the humans of this facility try and fail to contain it).

If it was designed as a weapon: They might have developed counter measures to fight it should it go rouge
If if was designed as a defense measure: There might be a flaw in it's design he could exploit
Or if it was just a big showy "Fake Threat" used to get more Pentagon money, then there would be nothing to worry about!

For now, he refocused his efforts on getting out of the building, with the security disabled (least the ones that were shooting at him), it allowed him to move much more freely as he managed to use his built in jets to hover though the hallways.
[Dimitri : What's your status?] He then radio'd in to his ally as he navigated his way though the screaming hoards.
As Ross sent out the communique to the Dawn, Dimitri scrambled about to try and find something and make his allies' progress a faster one. With the security down, that was made a lot easier for the beleaguered AI to start sifting through the files of the World Marshall Network.
"Mapping data, mapping data.... Ah, here we are! Viscus, ARES - I have something that should be able to help. "

With a few 'keystrokes' ARES and Viscus found a message with an attachment labeled "MAP", detailing a rudimentary, but functional layout of the current floor; including locations of the prison barracks.
[Confirmed : Transmitting Nav-computer data...] Viscus then responded, using the his own systems to mark out his location and the locations of his current "Allies" back to Dimitri in real time.
[Dimitri : I am on my way to the Prison Barracks : Where are the others located?]
Hmn... Well, based on what I'm seeing in some of these records, the most recent transfer of prisoners were in this quadrant. User ARES has the Dawn's equipment, so her reconvening with them is paramount."
[Affirmative : We are on our way]

Before long, ARES and Viscus were able to re-group with the others, quickly returning their stolen gear and weapons

((More to come, honest))

The Rising Dawn | Medical Bay:
"Think he's bad, you could see Darren...When it's New Vegas, he can't be there quick enough but when it comes time to post..."
Jenny | Chrysalis | Blade | Strider Hien

Jenny was a little startled when Chrysalis began to lash out in pain, attempting to help ease the wounded Queen's agony as best she could.
"He-Hey. Calm, Caaaaaalm...Just relax, you are going to be fine..." She softly said before pressing her palm against her forehead.
It wasn't "Proper" painkillers but she was able to target a few key nerve centers in her brain with her Psychic powers, intercepting some of the pain response and effectually "numbing" the pain enough for her to at least be comfortable.
She wasn't in the best shape herself, looking a bit fragile and shaky as she sat next to Chrysalis but she powered though it.
"Ahhhh...alright then...I'm not that kind of doctor but I should be able to help with those wounds a little..." The Gardevoir then added before waving over a trolley of medical supplies (literally) and getting to work.
Using a bit of the training she got from Teri and Slindis, she then used her powers to quickly and comfortably dress and mend most of the heavy stuff, keeping her palm in place to stay the pain even as she reset bones and jabbed her with needles
Sighing slightly from the effort, she then said "O-okay...I don't know how long it will take for the painkillers to kick in, but you are going to be okay, alright? I'm going to move my palm and when I do, it will hurt again. So I'm going to do it slowly and you are going to stay calm and breath normally..."

She took a firm grip of Chrysalis's hand before slowly easing off the pain suppression, letting her squeeze as hard as she needed to in order to get her though it.
Little by little, the pain returned with a vengeance only to then slightly dull down as the chemicals in her blood began to filter in.
"Good...good...Well done...y-you did great..." Jenny reassured her patient, making her reconsider her medical field, she could get used to this.
"...Well...now that we know each other better, I guess I should introduce myself, I'm-"

"JENNY?!"

A frantic voice called her name as the Groyvle returned, with a few new scars and a bandage over his mid-section.
"BLADE?!" she cried back before the two of them collapsed upon each other in an extremely public display of affection, the two of them too exhausted to say anything yet enough not exhausted enough to make out,funny how that works...

As for Hien (if anyone cares), he was currently lording it up next to the other wounded soldiers, his shins and wrists bound in a very specific manner to prevent any more of the Traitorous Strider's trickery.
While he wouldn't get far with that wound on his chest, Furiae and the remaining G-corp guards knew better then to underestimate a Strider, wounded or not.
As such, he was mostly silent since he got back, a lot of his ego and hot-hotheadedness cooling as he considered his options while a medic worked on his wound.
He still had cards he could play, he just needed the right moment to do so...


Homelands
maria's story

"The influence of a prison does not end at it's walls."

Maria lunged at the party going directly after the Thaumaturge at the group's back. He great halberd tore up the stone at impact and tossed the young girl into the air. The Dark Knight ran in and placed himself between Maria and his Thaumaturge. He swung his sword wildly and with each stroke he took a step forward toward Maria. His presence started to dominate the combat space as he drove Maria away from his healer one step at a time, the great mass of his blade sang as he brought it to bear with each swing. The Lancer dove for Maria's open back, striking hard and fast with a lance imbued with fire. And just as it was about to pierce the Librarian between her shoulder blades, the entire mass of her hulking body vanished. The Lancer slammed into the ground and tumbled over toward the edge. The Dark Knight ran forward and grabbed the Lancer as she was about to fall off.

Maria reappeared some distance away, her body coiled around itself, claws scrambling against both scale and stone.

[Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein: "What in the world was that!?"
[Homura] Stella Munn: "Gah, I have no idea. She just fucking... vanished. All my buffs are on cooldown now too... This fucking blows."
[Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein: "Damn, I don't like this. We have to figure out her moveset or we can't do anything to that monster. Vonn! How long do we have to enrage!?"
[Solemn Vigil] Vonn Emberwalker: "Twenty two minutes on the timer."
[Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein: "Damn it all, that's not enough time."
[Clearvim] Shria McLaud: "Shield are ready! 2 minutes until the next set!"
[Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein: "All right, let's make it count."

The party was rattled by Maria's show of prowess, but on the rafters above the Guardians of the Library were unsettled as well. Jiyam rested her catalyst on the floor and leaned on the wooden staff. "Something's not right," Jiyam said. Her voice was pensive and unsure, "I've never seen Lady Maria ever dodge an attack. She's fighting way too seriously for this to be normal." Heralded by the beating of wings, a great owl landed on the platform that the group was standing on. He reared his head and bowed to Jiyam.

"It is as you say. I have served the Lady for many hundreds of years and she is wont to take attacks in reckless charges. She enjoys bloody combat and playful slaughter." He raised his eyes and looked once again at the arena. Maria was actively dodging the attacks of the adventurers while trying to sneak in hits with her magical flame-spitting satellite.

"I thank you for your vigilance Horace," Jiyam replied.

"I am your eyes, Flutterstorm Herald," and in another storm of feathers the great owl was again soaring high in the darkness of the cavern that housed the library.

Jiyam closed her eyes and rocked back an forth against her catalyst, "The mana here... it's too rich. Something's wrong. Jezell, can you feel it too?"

Jezell laughed, "Yeah, there's a leyline converging below us right now. The magic is rushing so violently that even Lady Teresa's nullification abilities can't empty it fast enough." Jezell sprung to her feet, "To be honest, it's getting me all hot and bothered too. I can't imagine what those humans are feeling down there, since I doubt any of them have actually come in contact with raw unfiltered mana before." Jezell pulled on her top to loosen it, the skin around her chest and cheeks were flushed red. "It's a very human thing Jiyam. An excess of magic makes people euphoric, and with the amount of activity going down there, I'd say that they're actively drawing on power two or three times in excess of their natural ability."

"And Lady Maria refuses to put a stop to this charade?" Jiyam asked incredulously.

Jezell shook her head, "Nah, that ain't it. It's more like right now she's doin' all she can not to get hurt. An injury now could mean that nasty critter she calls a vagina will go on a rampage."

"Then we have to help her! How can we just sit here and watch if Lady Maria's in real danger!?"

"Put on some panties Jiyam, she ain't in no death throes. She's trying to keep the adventurer's alive is all." Jezell drew her rapier, "And if worst comes to worst, remember that we're Guardians of the Library, not of Lady Maria." She turned toward Antoinette and Katya, but kept her rapier pointed at Benedict. "Though, this space is built in the void, so the appearance of a leyline is something of an unnatural occurrence to say the least. My bet's that it's got somethin' to do with our guests."

"They're Lusiya's guests, I doubt that they are the ones causing a mana confluence event to occur here. On the way here I did not even sense a single speck of magical ability from any of the three of them."

Jezell grinned, "Oh then," she put her rapier back in it's sheath. She fell into Katya and stared at her eyes, "You sure are adorable, what are you? Fifteen? Sixteen? Too young to be out here." Jezell put her hands on Katya's cheeks, "I wonder if you can feel it to. Like a river of fire running through the core of my being, this mana." she licked her lips and pressed against Katya, her chest pressing against the weeb's own. "Ya know, I wouldn't mind too much if ya..." she leaned in closer, taken by the purity of the young one's soul. "Ya got a scent to ya, untouched... clean. An' I jus' not right now, can't resist it no more. I just wan' to eat ya up."

"Gissella!" Jiyam said sternly, pulling the larger woman back by hooking the clasp of her bandeau with her catalyst. "What's gotten into you!?" The clasp snapped.

"Ehehe, I tol' ya. It's all the mana. It's gettin' me all... what's ta word... cloudy minded ya know." Jezell pulled the thin cloth off of her chest, leaving it bare. "Damn thing breaks all the time... I should give Marcell a good beatin' for his shoddy craftsmanship."

Jiyam stepped onto Jezell's stomach to keep her from moving, "Well whatever the case, I don't like the way that the fight is going. It looks like Lady Maria is losing her patience."

Below the battle was starting to heat up, Maria was lunging across the platform with her halberd in hand, swinging wide to try and catch the party of adventurers in a fatal blow. Yet the Dark Knight matched each of her swings with a time parry from his greatsword. The movements of each of the combatants were becoming faster and faster, each spell came out more ferocious than the last, and even their steps were tearing away chunks of rock from the foundation upon which they fought.

[Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein: "This is bad! We're running out of time and we haven't done any significant damage to her!"
[Clearvim] Shria McLaud: "It might be time we use our trump card."
[Homura] Stella Munn: "Yeah I got it. Activating [Immortal Killer] now!"
System Message: Immortal Killer has been applied to Stella Munn's [True Longilus +15].
[Solemn Vigil] Vonn Emberwalker: "Using [Evasion Down] now! Your next hit is guaranteed!"
[Clearvim] Shria McLaud: "[Tempered Steel] has been cast, you can't be stunned!"
[Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein: "[Iron Will], [Spirit Unbound], [Dark Arts: Bloodthirst], have been cast! It's all on you!"
[Homura] Stella Munn: "HERE I GO! DOOMSDAY CRAFT: DRAGONSLAYER [Spear of Heaven]!"

The Lancer launched herself at Maria, her spear now pulsed with so much power that each wave even shook the hearts of those watching the fight from high above. The weapon was amplified a million times over it's original strength, blessed with magic both forbidden and lost. The Lancer brought the spear back in midflight, launched herself upwards, and then came barreling down like a comet.

[Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein: "THIS IS IT!"

Maria turned and watched the Lancer descend upon her. The air around them was filling up with a blinding light, not only from the glow of that immortal-killing spear but now the frenzy of Jiyam's butterflies. Maria raised her halberd to block...

And in an instant the Lancer was eviscerated.

System Message: [Homura] Stella Munn has been killed by Maria, Eldritch Librarian.

Bits of her flesh splattered across Maria's body, coating her hair, face, and breasts in a thick viscous black-red blood. Thick piles of meat landed around the arena in a morbid rain. The great hungering maw on Maria's body began to eat the remains. Then finally, Stella's spear clatter to the floor and dispersed into aether.

Donald, Shria, and Vonn were aghast and without words. Vonn let her short bow clatter to the stone floor as she fell to her knees. Shria could not stop the flow of tears from her frightened eyes, and Donald could not hold back his incredulous anger. He took a step forward, his entire body shaking, and then fell to a knee. He had to plant his sword into the ground to keep himself upright.

"What... what the fuck was that..." he growled, "Stella's dead? Are you fucking with me right now? Can't we just raise her!? Her body should have come out unscathed!" He drew his sword from the ground and gripped it with what strength he could muster. "It's... impossible... this has to be some kind of trick... We're not supposed to die! We're chosen ones! We always come back to life!" He took three steps forward and raised his sword, "DAMN YOU, MONSTER!"

System Message: [Solemn Vigil] Donald Hein has been killed by Maria, Eldritch Librarian.

Before he even had the chance to swing his sword, Donald's head was rolling on the floor. His body collapsed into a puddle of his blood. Then his armor and his blade vanished back into the aether. Maria brought her halberd over her head and let her arms rest against it as if it were a bench.

"That... what... what in the world just happened there!? Did she just kill an adventurer!? How is that even possible!?" Jiyam screamed. She stepped off of Jezell and found herself standing at the edge of the observation platform. The rest of the Guardians stood in similar shocked states, either clamoring over the recent events or just sitting in stunned silence.

"Holy... shit..." Jezell sat up and stared. It was all that she could do. Her legs were now too weak to stand. She was shaking and her breaths came fast and shallow.

The other two heroes stood their ground the best they could. Vonn drew her short sword and held it to try and fend off the Eldritch beast that approached her and Shria. But it was no use, her movements were too slow. It was not even in a blink of an eye that Maria had snatched Vonn into one of her massive scaled claws. Maria held the ranger as if looking upon a puppet. She grinned and used a thumb to tear the boiled leather off of the ranger as if she was peeling the skin off of a fruit. Then when all of the adventurer's equipment was shorn away, Maria held her straddling the massive iron blade that she had tied to her tail. Shria could do nothing but watch in horror as Maria pulled Vonn's legs down over the blade and split the Ranger in half.

System Message: [Solemn Vigil] Vonn Emberwalker has been killed by Maria, Eldritch Librarian.

Then finally Maria turned to the Thaumaturge, now collapsed on the floor in a puddle of her own urine.

And with her, Maria ate the Thaumaturge alive. She had each limb torn off in turn and fed to the ravenous toothed slit that dominated Maria's bottom half before finally dropping the half-dead head and torso of the elf into the gnashing teeth below.

System Message: [Clearvim] Shria McLaud has been killed by Maria, Eldritch Librarian.

With the fight over, the stone bridge that connected the arena to the rest of the Library once again reappeared. Though Maria was victorious, none of the Guardians made any move to congratulate their mistress. Jiyam took several steps back and collapsed. Her eyes were wide. There were no words for any of the Guardians to speak. They had just witnessed what was impossibly brutal.

"Hey Jiyam... go and fix up the dungeon... I'll bring our guests to see the Librarian..." Jezell said. She got up and made no attempt to preserve her modesty. Instead she just wore her broken bandeau over the nape of her neck like a scarf.

"Yeah... I... I... I appreciate it Jezell..."

---

When they found Maria, she was in one of the lower levels of the Library, where water running from underground rivers emptied into the huge aquifer that made it's home in the bottomless depths of the cavern. Her huge body was coiled together and she was washing herself in one of the many waterfalls that dotted this level. There were none Jiyam's butterflies around her this time, instead the area was lit by red light coming from several lanterns hanging on the cavern wall.

"Milady," Jezell said as they approached. She dropped to a knee a the water's edge. "pardon our intrusion, but these are the guests that Lusiya bid me to bring to you."

Maria looked down from her perch atop her coiled body and smiled. She covered her breasts with her hands. "Oh my, how embarrassing that they find me while I bathe." Her lower maw bristled and drank deeply from the pool of water she was in. The ivory fangs still glistened with pink residue from the blood mixing with the fresh water. "I would feel so ashamed were that you had not your own chest exposed like that Gissella. You must be quite proud."

Jezell was silent.

"Ah, you are quite serious today. Just when I was in the mood to humor your usual advances." Maria laughed girlishly to herself. Her body uncoiled and she brought her human half down to eye level. She was the same height as Antoinette and Katya when she was lowered despite her lack of legs. For the first time they got a good look at her face.

Maria had soft kind green eyes and long blonde hair. Her face was girlish and not at all frightening. In fact, if it weren't for her massive size, she might had been cute. She had two black horns that curved backwards around her head like an ebony crown, and her ears stood tall behind her head. They were less like ears and more like the spoked horns of a dragon. Between her horns was a small black gemstone. It looked like a cutout of the world it was so smooth. She smiled gently. "And just how can I help the precious friends of my first apprentice? Would you like something to eat? Or perhaps to drink? Or do you need a companion of the flesh? Just ask and I will provide anything you could want."

She paused as she brought herself out of the pool. Water sloughed off her scales in waves, casting small waves over the feet of those in her audience. "Oh, or perhaps you would like to hear a story? A fairy tale perhaps. After all, I might not look it, but I am the best storyteller in the land." Her smile was genuine and her voice was soft. The warmth of her body seemed inviting. But those kind eyes sent chills down the spines of all those that stood before her.

They were green, but deep. As if they were endless, and when Antoinette looked hard enough she could swear that there were flickers of ember and flame within those pools of green.

The Rising Dawn | Medical Bay:
David: I.O.U 1 funny post comment

-Deadshot xoxoxoxo
Jenny | Chrysalis | Blade | Strider Hien

".. As touching as this all is, don't you have someone to attend to?" Chrysalis asked with annoyance, then added the comment, "Not to be a cock block 'Blade', but ... your Gardevoir is the savoir-faire to my misery and I need some fucking assistance so I don't die."

"...Oh-...uhhhh..." Blade mumbled, seeming a bit more embarrassed about his public display of affection then he was a moment ago.
"No, it's alright. I-ngh-should really lay back down anyway..." Jenny added, echoing that little hint of shame as she sat back down on her own bed.
"Anyway, I-i-i'm sure a doctor will be around soon."
"....Y-yeah..." Blade merely added, not looking too happy about this situation, but in the end, that was Jenny's nature wasn't it? Didn't matter if she had been beaten halfway to hell and forced to do terrible things, all that was on her mind was helping others.
"Right-....need to watch over Hien-"
"Hien....That bastard is on board?..." Jenny then growled, all grace and kindless soon leaving her system as soon as this "Hien" was mentioned.
"Hey, hey, relax. We got him, Jenny. He's not going anywhere. Took him down myself. Well-me, Furiae and her Ex did. Just stay and get some rest and don't worry: I'll be sure to get you when it's time to put the screws on him on where Hiryu is..." The Grovyle then tried to calm her, though it seemed that her wounds were the only thing stopping her from pulling that asshole's brains out though his anus rather then her "Forgiving Nature".

"...You better..." She spat, wincing a little as she got back into bed and exhaling loudly as she laid back, still feeling rather raw from all she endured.
"Alright, and you-...errrr...Whatever-your-name is, I'll get a doctor down soon, okay?" The Strider then said before limping away, joining the rather large security detail in the middle of the medical bay.
"...R-right....So...was there something else you needed?..." Jenny then asked a bit coldly, her bedside manner seeming to have soured as a pair of medics began to give them the finishing touches to their wound dressings.

The Rising Dawn Adventures

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Rising Dawn Private Quarters - Ryan's Room
"Hopefully that doesn't go on my tab..." >.>
Ryan | Annie | Nina and Phillip

"W-what? Sorry, I was ... in thought. You asked if I was, uh, hungry right?" Ryan replied with a tone all too telling of his current condition. Although he wouldn't be able to tell with his blurred vision Nina gave him a disappointed look. Annie had said he just needed to rest, but even with Nina's limited knowledge of first aid, being out of it this much was not a good sign. Just about the time Ryan was considering if Phillip was something akin to The Thing or Alien, Phillip momentarily stopped the scissors he was holding mid stroke. The splotch that was Phillip in Ryan's vision would still be moving, but judging from the sudden and prompt lump that had formed in Ryan's stomach, even in Ryan's haze filled mind he'd still be able to tell this wasn't something from his eyes. However just as fast as that additional focus had found him, did it leave as well, Phillip continued his work on his own, leaving Ryan to the innate feeling he got from Phillip's presence.

Nina waited patiently while Ryan collected his thoughts, holding Phillip with her arms over him and giving him a periodic squeeze. She looked a bit more reassured once Ryan started talking again. "You know, it's probably not safe to live in Denver anymore. Even though it'd be easy for me to repair your apartment to its former glory ... I mean, you're still in a wasteland of ruin and decay 'Well, I don't think we've quite hit Detroit disaster levels yet Ryan?'. You should move here, and I'm sure Phillip- uh, will manage. We have some interesting members here and I don't think Phillip will cause any problems so long as he's being kept under control." Nina looked a bit insulted by that last comment however, Phillip kept under control? What kind of comment was that, Phillip's nothing but control? Compared to some of the not so savoury characters she'd met up with so far, Phillip was a saint in her eyes.

"Honestly, you wouldn't even need to move your stuff...'Uh, ya I do, no way am I living in one set of clothes up here.' I can just use my Author powers to create new furniture, 'No' clothing, 'Fuckin' materials- 'Way!' whatever you needed for a suitable room. 'That's outstanding! Screw the wobbling table, I could get... well anything! Although...' Then again, most of the guest rooms here are state of the art if not ahead of your generation's time. You'll definitely feel above middle class when living among the Rising Dawn. All I ask is, you just don't ... well, get involved with these missions just yet. I dragged Miia into the recent mission and you saw how that turned out. Ugh....."

"Well no, I didn't, not really." Nina replied in turn, since she hadn't really seen how the mission turned out overall, although what she had witnessed so far was clumsy at best. However what was sticking in her mind now was a couple problems with Ryan just magic-ing up stuff for her new room arrangements. As gracious as a gesture as that was, Ryan might be able to provide the items, but not the heart that came along with them. "But even if you can make me a gold plated everything... it wouldn't restore some of the sentimental stuff. Family photos, heirlooms, personal things; you know what I mean. Even if I can't take most stuff, I'd feel awful if I didn't at least attempt to see if some of our things survived. Even if it ended up fruitless I can't bring myself to just give up on everything there." Nina requested, not saying they needed to go right this very moment, but when it was safe. "And as for missions, look I helped save that crowd of people down there, stopped some missiles with a rock, advised Eddie to stop people exploding buildings before going on his little pastry run... which nearly bit him in the butt, and stood my ground against a bunch of hoity toity 'gods' just because they think they're all that and a bag of chips." Nina listed off but a couple of her accomplishments in his short romp through Denver today. "But you're definitely right, I'm nowhere near ready for missions. Maybe I could help on the planning side perhaps for now, although I'd need a general hat or something if I was going to do that." Nina smiled, although seeing Ryan cup his head into his hands she wondered if something had happened with Miia... whoever that was? Her name was certainly familiar. Wait that was that lady with the absurdly long dress, duh!

Ryan whipping out his phone was a new one though, was he getting her that hat? Was that how he magic'd up things perhaps? Nina watched intently as the magic happened only for Ryan to let out a "What??" Nina leaned back a little, looking around the room awkwardly, apparently Ryan liked his privacy when making his magic calls. "Well I was just curious-" She started to reply to his what, only for it to become apparent he hadn't been talking to her then, now beginning his journey into the maelstrom of his own shortcoming that would soon follow this path he'd. "... Faith deleted her number? "Who?"... D-did she run off? "Maybe?"......... Hold on, maybe if I can sense her-" Nina replying back to Ryan's vocal questions, feeling a bit put off that Ryan was now seemingly doing his own thing now. 'This must be what people stereotype millennials for all the time...'

When Ryan started furiously dialing more, Nina decided she'd at least go check on how her phone was doing with its recharge, Ryan seemed busy after all, might as well let him check on things for a bit. Nina gently lifted Phillip off her lap and pulled a leg off the bed before heading to the end table where her phone lay. It was about full by this point, the soup they'd made and had taking enough time for the phone to get a good amount of its fill as well. She picked it up for the moment now, looking it over before Ryan randomly blurted out "............ H-how ... HOW?" causing Nina to turn her head again. Her eyes blinked a couple of times as she made her way back to the bed, unsure exactly what Ryan was even looking at.

Ryan getting up and pacing however was not something Nina was expecting for a guy who not long before seemed unable to think straight let alone stand. "Ryan maybe you should..? Maybe just..? Ryan? Maybe standing isn't such a..? Ugh..." She attempted to get Ryan's attention each time he crossed the bed's threshold, to little avail. "Wonder where Miia got into so much trouble..?" Nina mumbled out, only for her to look down to Phillip pointing one tentacle to the right of the bed, in the general direction of Annie walking out of the bathroom towel on her face. "No no, Miia Phillip, that's Annie. Thanks for trying to help though, that's very kind of you~ Maybe Annie can get through to him right now though?" Nina corrected him, prompting Phillip to go back to what he was doing prior."... Did I miss something? "Yyyeeesss??" What's up with you Ryan?" Nina started considering she might just want to plug her face into her own phone for the time being. However she would decide to keep herself involved in the conversation, it would look bad on her to just bugger off completely from the conversation even at this point she was little more than an observer.

And observe she did, Ryan revealing to them Miia's killing of an unknown woman of Elise. Nina gasped at this revelation, nodding along to Annie's reply to such a strange situation. Even if Nina had only had a minute at best to get to know Miia, her impression of Miia was much more of a dopey booby lady than some sort of killer. Ryan's attempt of reassuring himself however only earned him a 'You don't got this Ryan...' from Nina's mind, and when Ryan turned to fling his tablet Nina cringed at the impending impact.

Or it would have, if not a jet of blackness whipped through the room. Even from his far off position of the bed, Phillip snatched the tablet from the air, now holding it aloft. Nina would look surprised for a moment, looking from Phillip to the tablet and back again, before letting out a nervous chuckle. "Nono, it's alright Phillip, that's not my tablet, that's Ryan's tablet." She explained, brushing Phillip top, not noticing Phillip was curling the long tentacle that still grasped the saved tablet. "That was a really great catch th-" Nina complemented him before a huge crashing sound rang out in the room as Phillip hurled the tablet at the wall, impacting it with such force not only was a frame knocked down, but a sizable dent in the wall. Needless to say Nina jumped from the slam, having not been expecting Phillip to do this. It would take her a moment to settle down, losing her concentration on the argument with Ryan and Annie, and facepalming herself a bit. Why should Ryan have all the fun after all. "Phillip, we're going to have a little chat about that later..." She said sternly, causing Phillip to freeze for a momentarily before churning a bit in her lap. "Later." She said much more punctual, visibly causing the tentacle monster to deflate somewhat.

Annie's hand slap would find a duel purpose as not only did it bring Ryan to his senses, but also redirect Nina and Phillip's semidivided attention back to their conversation too. 'Ouch, ooo that's gotta sting... Shit! How long were they talking for, did I miss anything!?' Nina straightened up in her sitting position, and listened to the rest of their exchange before scooting off the bed herself to give Ryan more space on sit. Needless to say, Nina wasn't overly happy with the results of their meeting, but what was she to do. She hadn't even expected Ryan to do the fixing up immediately but now it seemed like that plan would be set on the back burner. "It's alright... If this really is a thing then, wow... I don't know what to say really. Sorry for your loss." Nina replied, having not known Miia virtually at all, let alone Elise. There wasn't a sentimental attachment involved for her to get flustered, but that wouldn't stop her from having empathy for Ryan. "Alright so, I'm going to see if I can retrace my steps, and maybe figure out where I left my hat. I know I had it when I got here, but... well I don't know where it is now." Nina explained, holding the wiggling mass of Phillip in her arms as she stood there. "Phillip you wanna hang out outside this time? Maybe a piggyback, it's a bit awkward holding you like this." Nina asked Phillip, looking down at the mass as Phillip started to bring a couple tendrils up to Nina's shoulder's as he shifted around to her backside, looping a couple of tentacles around her shoulders and waist to comfortably cling to Nina while still leaving her free to move. Nina's long hair would act as a curtain, making Phillip obscured from behind for the most part. Nina would then gather her dufflebag and junk, and head for the door. "So good luck with everything Ryan, and Annie, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, he shouldn't be running around like he was with him being so woozy. That'll only make things worse, k?"

Gripping the handle and strolling through, Nina would leave the bedroom and take a right down the hallway. Unbeknownst to her, Nina would walk right passed Elise's room as she vocalized in a low but stern voice "And don't you dare think I forgot about that tablet mister! What were you thinking throwing that at the poor wall!" to the disappointment of Phillip. As the odd duo continued to increase their distance from the bedroom, to Ryan and Annie's relief, Phillip's aura would slowly waned leaving them to catch their breath alone.

Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Denver
Diana

Diana followed the red dragon Angelus only for a short time, then she changed her form into something small, a sparrow, and flew downwards, where she spotted the air defenses, before they spotted the team. There was nothing suspicious about her, as she landed on the ground, turned into a mouse, and casually scuttled near one defense outpost.

Suddenly, she turned into a rhinozeros, breaking the metal structures they had put beneath their missile defense system. Despite the sudden increase in size, her speed did not decrease, as she wildly thrashed around, trampling everything in her path, and impaling a few soldiers. After the initial surprise, the anti-air soldiers who were left tried to shoot her with their normal weapons - whoever prepared the cannons did not think of using them as anti-ground force.

Despite riddling the rhinozeros with bullets, there were none that could pierce through it's thick natural armor. As cyborgs were slowly thrashed one by one, the actual missile system only being collateral damage, the ones left retreated, calling for backup. However, as fast as it had appeared, the rhinozeros vanished again ...

Only to reappear at the next outpost, helping to destroy all that was left of these annoying missile systems. It was natural brute force, seemingly without a mind of its own, but in the end, the effect was the same as it would be with targeted strikes: Twisted scrap metal, not usable for any original purpose it once might have had.

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Denver
Alert! Alert! Final Boss Encounter!
Anyone and Everyone that wants to take part in the Final Boss Encounter

The idea started simply enough: How would one go about weaponizing a Hammerspace Container? In this day and age where nuclear/chemical/biological weapons could be held in a lead lined briefcase, the thought didn't gain a lot of traction at first at least until World Marshall started pulling in creatures and technology from parallel dimensions and distant planets. At first it was only possible to capture roughly human sized subjects as the portal was too small to fit anything larger, for example a Catican Intergalactic Heavy Shuttle. This hurdle was overcome with the discovery of miniaturization technology which made it possible to fit something of that size into a Hammerspace container. It was at that point that science and profit driven minds began thinking. Could World Marshall make money fitting massive and dangerous creatures into Hammerspace containers? The answer was a resounding "probably."

Project Instant Kaiju (formerly codenamed Cup o' Kaiju) was the realization of this idea. Fit a giant, unstoppable, biologically enhanced, technologically enhanced and mystically enhanced creature in a Hammerspace container and unleash it in the middle of an urban center and wait for governments to come calling on World Marshall. Because the creature was designed by World Marshall Engineers, the military arm would know the creature's weak points and take down the monster with a minimal amount of effort and monetary expenditure. The mercenary group would wheel out some fairly impressive looking weaponry which, if used properly, could take out entire army divisions in order to give the appearance that the price they charged was worth every penny. But really it was all overkill.

Take Katya's recently acquired assault rifle as an example of excess: A weapon that propelled a tungsten slug with not just a plasma burst but then used a series of magnetic coils to further propel the projectile. It was a little overkill on anything, right? World Marshall didn't just stop there, they included a squishy sensor that trailed the tungsten projectile which would detect whether the target the projectile hit was personnel or materiel. If the projectile hit a piece of armored equipment, it would continue traveling but if the target happened to be a person, the explosive encased within the tungsten projectile would explode. In the hands of the standard World Marshall grunt taking part in an Instant Kaiju cleansing mission, it was overkill but bringing it out into the field would justify an extra few thousand dollars on the final bill.

It was a relatively fool proof plan... at least as fool proof as you could get once you threw members of the Rising Dawn into your holding cells. Once that happened, all bets were off and whomever was in charge should have realized that shit was about to hit the fan.

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Deep in the core of World Marshall's Denver complex, Subject IK0001 had been undergoing the miniaturization process. Using a beam of gravitons, the space that existed between the creature's molecules was decreased, therefore decreasing the size of the target. The effects of the miniaturization beam was temporary, lasting only 30 minutes or so, long enough to shove the creature into its new temporary Hammerspace home. Unfortunately for the World Marshall technicians (any of the remaining population of Denver), the power to the beam was interrupted, as well as the neural dampener system that kept the subject unconscious. "Now, Generic," you're probably thinking, "Wouldn't these idiots have back up power?" to which the answer would be yes. Under normal circumstances, the backup power generators should have kicked in, at least they would have had they not been warped to the home plane of the Extra-Dimensional creatures being held in Cell Block Z. Now that I think about it, they probably kicked on but since they were located in a parallel dimension, it doesn't really much matter, does it?

ALERT! ALERT! Subject IK0001 is regaining consciousness. All personnel are to immediately evacuate the facility/country/continent/planet!!!

You can probably imagine the rest of what happened from that point forward.

~Insert the rumble of a monster breaking out of containment and destroying the facility simply by standing up~

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Meanwhile on the Rising Dawn, the A.I. that was left in charge of the Airship's networks finished decrypting the initial portions of the encrypted message from Gunnery Sargent Percival Ross, Captain of Ross' Raiders... who were probably all squished under rubble at the moment. Seeing that usable information had been found, A.I. Vermilion transmitted the data to each and every member of the Rising Dawn that was taking part in the mission.

Subject IK0001 - Specification Sheet:

Code Number: IK0001
Codename: Grotesquerie Empress
Origins: Planet Midgard

Original Subject Description:
In original observations, Subject IK0001 was identified as the Grotesquerie Queen by <name redacted> and also identified as one of the creatures responsible for the destruction of its home planet, Midgard. Due to her immense size and strength she is more than capable of destroying an urban center with her physical power alone. It is her other capabilities that have made her a candidate for the project.

Her ability to create/birth grotesqueries, creatures that resemble giant humanoid infants with electrified wings and razor sharp teeth make it possible for this singular creature to become a threat to the world. In her natural environment, she has been observed singing, though the effects of this action are unknown at this time.

Subject Augmentations:
As described by the project documentation, the following augmentations have been made.
Personal Note: Sweet she looks like a hot chick with the attached to an ant body!

-Lower half of subject's body has been replaced with armored six legged chassis: While the creature is bipedal, the replacement of her legs with the armored transportation chassis offers additional turret mount points. The chassis also holds the equipment necessary to enhance the production of the Grotesqueries.

-Shield Generators (x3): Three Shield generators have been installed on the various parts of Subject IK0001 offering added protection from attack. Each of the shield generators also acts as a repair unit for the other two generators.

-Turrets: Various Anti-Air and Anti-Ground turrets using both standard ammunition as well as mystical power systems.

-Grotesquerie Production Unit: The GPU augments the subject's innate ability and speeds up the speed at which a Grotesquerie can be produced. This is possible by gathering organic materials, using the gathering stalks, and depositing them in the unit's port.

-Control Array: Colloquially known as the Control Crown, the device allows for World Marshall Central to control the subject's motor functions, although this should be rarely used as the creature is able to function independently.

- Armored Plating: Chest plating to protect the subject's internal organs from direct assault.

Take Down Sequence: (CONFIDENTIAL)

<Decryption not yet completed>

Grotesqueries? Subject IK0001? Sounds pretty rough, especially considering World Marshall did everything they could to keep random militaries from taking out their Instant Kaiju. Oh look there she is now!

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The earth shifted and cracked as the World Marshall's facility was shattered and destroyed. Those who had escaped the facility could see that this was not caused by the destruction of the support structured that kept the city from falling into a giant pit but rather the awakening and emergence of a giant creature whose top half resembled and armor clad woman wearing a crown while her lower half resembled a mechanoid ant from hell. Spotting the Rising Dawn's primary assault group, the turrets that dotted the Grotesquerie Empress' lower half opened fire, filling the sky with lead, lasers and lightning.

GM's Note:
Final Boss! Have at it. Try not to die and figure out a way to take her down! 5 posts until the first line of the take down process is decrypted.

-The following was me taking forever and takes place PRIOR to the boss dropping. Apologies for chronologists out there.-


The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Canteen
"Nosier than a hog after truffles."
Sloth | Envy | Selena | Luke | Tania la Fey

~... I suppose I should be asking you the same thing, Lucifer Morningstar. Why are you here? The Vices have a job to do here, but I don't think that you do...~ Envy told him, never once seeming to avert her gaze from him.

Lucifer Luke paused at the accusation, a strange sensation beginning to run up his spine. Something... Odd, was about to happen, he could sense it, like feeling the faint tickle of a insects legs on the back of one's neck, accompanied with a... Ringing? Blinking in confusion the bartender turned his attention back to Envy and gave his standard cordial expression, "Sorry for that, I just thought I heard something. As for your little question, I certainly do have a job - I tend the bar, it's in the title, after all. My name is Lucas Cypress, but 'Luke' will suffice. Can I or the imps get you something... Or perhaps relocate the one over there?" He gestured to the prostrate body of Sloth, who was currently attempting to break the record for "largest pool of drool".

Not really expecting a proper drink order, Luke busied himself with gathering the assorted glasses left behind on the counter and assorted tables after the battle orders were engaged, placing them in a small washing machine under the counter. As he did so, Invidia received another response, "Though if you mean something along the lines of what I'm 'really' doing here, that's none of your concern. My primary influence with mortals in this 'great' power struggle of heaven and hell is in the realm of mortals, is it not? It shouldn't be too strange that I stick around. I have secretaries in the Black Palace, they can manage the paperwork while I'm away."


The Rising Dawn | Medical Bay:
"Let sleeping dogs... Erm, Pokemon, lie."
Furiae | Jenny | Chrysalis | Blade | Strider Hien

Furiae had been keeping an eye on all parties involved, and after seeing Blade and Jenny's joyful reunion, decided that she would be best suited to leave the lovebirds be. Hien was already apprehended, and she had a second job to do. Quietly slipping past the sloppy lovebirds, Furiae made a pointed powerwalk to the Brig of the Rising Dawn with every intention of delivering Inuart's message.

The Rising Dawn | Brig
Cortex | Furiae | Wesker

After a brisk walk to her destination, Furiae found herself at her destination, beholding two of the men who had stayed at the AIM facility. The first, Doctor Cortex, was something of a fond sight to her - after all, he was one of the kinder faces she had encountered; and was the one who fabricated the design of bracers on her arms. The second, Doctor Albert Wesker, was something of a mystery to the lady Strider. She didn't hear much about the man, sans that he was the one who had granted Inuart some form of "enhancements". At least, if the scuffle with Hien and his forces were anything to go by, there was something unnatural about the way the bard moved these days, and it was entirely Wesker's doing.

Aside from the dramtis personae however, Furiae had noted two other things. The first, the dour temperament of duo, and the second, that Doom was missing from their number. Given what she had seen and heard from the Med Bay, he was probably due to arrive soon. Taking a deep breath, and going "ahem" to draw attention to herself, she opened with,

"Doctor...No, Doctors would be the appropriate term. I have a few things I need to discuss with you."

-back to our regularly scheduled timeline/sequence of events-


Denver | In the skies
I. Hear. A. Sound.

It was truly a grotesque sight. What was once something as simple as a ground to air fight had descended into something out of a horror movie. She erupted from the ground. Her upper complexion, at least, the parts that still resembled a "human" was ashen and smooth, almost akin to a gray marble statue. She bore no cloth that a human would, and her form lacked any particular markers for "humanity" (such as hair, a belly button, nipples, etc), her eyes even looked smooth, almost carved into being. However, the "statue" ended and the rest began with the machinery running and down her body; turrets, augmentations, even a little "crown" on top, almost a gross parody of the Queen's "glory". Her lower half best resembled the mid and hind quarters of an ant, with six great jutting legs from it's massive throax, ending with an even larger metasoma[1]; all of which a construction of metal. A distant tone, almost akin to a bell's, rang in the air as she made her entrance known, the only sound that the Empress seemed to "produce" at the moment.

After the Empress rose from the depths of the World Marshell building and began to fire it's varying weapons onto the group, the voice of the Herald - erm, Harold, rang in their minds via the Rings, "Hi, it's me again! I got orders from the top and we got a change of plans. With this thing distracted as long as you can, the Dawn's gonna make a break for the Marshell building and pick up the missing crew. Keep us covered as long as you can!"

There was a pause, before the rear thrusters of the ship began to activate, propelling the ship towards the lower wreckage of the Marshell building. In the meantime, those in the air were left to deal with the incoming onslaught. For one dragon in particular, this situation was beginning to look a little more familiar than was for comfort, and just barely managed to duck out of the way of one of the missiles as she quailed in the presence of the Queen, "What is this? This thing?! What can we do?"

Cadolbolg, on the other hand, shot a bolt of lightning at one of the missiles, creating a very pretty explosion that wasn't at all being noted by Angelus. As he tried to keep calm, the baby turtle-dragon shouted, "Mother?! Snap out of it, Mother; we need to fight!"

And if that were not bad enough, rubble from below began to rise in the air and spin. It was almost a mockery of planetary orbit, yet some of the pieces seemed large enough for a standard humanoid to land on - if it was able to support their weight.
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In the wake of the oncoming madness, as well as some back and forth on the re-recovered rings, the Dawn was able to find and pick up the motely band of heroes who had barely managed to escape the Marshell building with their lives intact. With Vermilion bringing the party up to speed about the new threat, she closed with,

"Unfortunately, the drop pods are no longer viable at this point. With the density of the rubble filling the air, we'd be more likely to send you off course and to your deaths. However, we can do what we can to position you towards the larger pieces. If you have any additional flying magic or abilities that enable fast transportation, now is the time to use them."

Meanwhile, on the edge of the battle, a red-haired man watched the events with a grim expression, before running in towards the chaos.

DM Notes:

Reunited and it feels so goooood~!

Well, it would if you weren't left to deal with the big scary queen/ant monster. If you were not initially a Dawn member or were introduced via the prison, whether your characters decide to get back on ship or not is entirely up to you.

For those who wish to engage the Grotesquire Queen/Empress, how you launch yourself into combat is up to you - the Empress has provided (albeit, moving) platforms for you to land on and hop between, or you can simply engage her from the wreckage of the Marshell building.

[1] For reference on what a queen ant's body looks like, as opposed to the workers, the bottom part of the ant is a bit more fused than standard ants

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Denver
Alert! Alert! Final Boss Encounter!
Anyone and Everyone that wants to take part in the Final Boss Encounter

Rugal

It all happened so quickly.
First he was part of the original "Ground force" team that would try and break World Marshall's grip over the area.
Of course, that all went to shit when some god-awful monster was released and sicced upon the city, though it was hard to tell if that was intentional or not.
Either way, there would be another thing to nail Armstrong for once they finally found his sorry ass, At this point, Bison might be getting off light by comparison.
But first things first: The monster had apparently busted out from where the prison was located, the implications of this not being lost on Rugal.
The barrage of lead and lasers from the creature was a major deciding factor in his next move, namely leaping out from his transport before landing on the earthquake ravaged streets below (Not sure if a Kaiju monster's movements technically counted as such but the end result was rather similar.)
Before he could even really process what his next move was, he could already see waves of what appeared to be waves of demonic infants moving on his location.
These creatures...they are like the ones that Caim spoke of...in his old world... He thought to himself, well aware of the threat they might pose not only for the city but to the entire world and Teri-

"What are you waiting for?..." a familiar voice called out to him, giving him pause even as several of those creatures began to close in around him.
"You know what you need to do, so why are you just standing there?"
"...Well enough." He answered back, recalling their arrangement as he got into stance, least before Lucifer added something rather distracting.
"Let's try 0.5% for now. Try not to spend it all in one place..."
"Wait-...only half a percent? I don't know if you noticed but I might need a bit more th-...then...."
Rugal trailed off as the brand burned onto his head began to glow slightly, overwhelming his senses as power overwhelming began to Engulf his body.
"Ngh-.....orah.....ohhhhhhhhh, thats gooooooodddd......" he groaned slightly, a slight raspy chuckle escaping his throat as he enjoyed a sensation that he hadn't felt since the time he stole the power of the Angels themselves.
"...Well then...what are you all waiting for?...Come on.....CHALLENGE ME!" He then roared at the incoming creatures before charging right at them in a move most would deem suicidal (Caim might disagree, but he would be the minority there), his slashing aura firing up as he jumped into the fray and rended all that stood before him.

David

"...Great...just fucking great..." The Irish Sniper remarked as he and the rest of the prisoners has seemingly escaped from the crumbling prison, only to find themselves being not unlike ants on the Kaiju's picnic blanket.
He was going to start thinning out the many, many, MANY little Mini-monsters this bitch seemed to be pumping out but it seems Rugal's latest tantrum was doing a good job of that.
Not that he couldn't use some help in that regard but David's priories were elsewhere.
While he was rearmed now and had Uncle Phil's gift of unlimited ammo again, he was starting to realize that perhaps he wasn't using a weapon large enough to even put a dent in that big ass Ant-bitch.
"Alright, Blondi is giving us some breathing room. While he's making friends, we need to figure out a way to punch though those shields and disable those generators. Vermie says they are also repair units so we need to hit them hard, fast and in rapid succession. And I am going to need something bigger..." He announced, firing off a few rounds into the hoard from his transport while he attempted to get a supply drop sent out: if there was ever a time for the Cobra Assault Cannon, this would be it...

Texas Joker 52:
This guy wrote some stuff

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Bison/Bruiser

Back with the former antagonist of this story, Bison was starting to wake up after getting his lights punched out for the 4th time that day.
"....uhh-ngh....wha-...who...Eh, WHAT?!" He exclaimed as he found himself currently hanging on a coat hook (or something to that effect) in one of the transports, clad in a straitjacket and the only one that still had his World Marshall collar still on for reasons I think the last 3 years of my shit GMing should make clear.
"HEY! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! WHERE AM I?! WHY IS THERE A BELL PLAYING?! WHY ISN'T ANYONE TELLING ME ANYTHING?!" He shouted as he fruitlessly struggled, his comfort being the last thing anyone was concerned about right about now.
Bruiser meanwhile was being a bit more productive as he stayed in the transport, occasionally leaning out before kicking a stray monster that tried to get at a soft target.
"Ohhhh Arceus, I get why you hate me and all but couldn't you at least let me finish leaving the first hell before throwing me into another one?!" He whined as he did his best to stop the monsters from taking down his transport.

Leoric

Leoric was a bit more-..."Stunned" by what he was seeing, it was just like the battles he had heard of as a child, where the Horadrim of old lead by Tyrael, the Arch Angel of Justice against the forces of the Burning Hells and the Prime Evils.
But-...these people couldn't the Horadrim and this was by far the largest demon Leoric had ever seen and considering his past company was Diablo himself, that was saying something!
And thanks to his curse, he could only watch helplessly from his spectral form as it laid waste to a city who's size would rival that of Westmarch itself!
"..."
His hand bones shook for a moment as he hovered over to B.C. once more, looking almost desperate as he made her an very generous offer.
"Young Warrior, I cannot just sit here while you fight this terror alone. But if I am to aid you and your comrades, I will need my crown. In exchange, I want you to think about the biggest treasure chest you have ever laid your eyes on. Return my Crown to my head and I shall promise you both that and my Mace at your disposal..."

The Curvaceous Convict stopped in her tracks for a moment and glanced back at him with a quirked brow. There was a short pause before she finally spoke.
"Really? I'm never one to turn down treasure if I can help it..." murmured B.C. partly to herself before she turned to face him properly.
"Alright, Big, Bony and Kingly, tell ya what. I can't use your mace, because that monster is way too big for me, but I know what I can use: A promise to not harm, maim, or kill me, either directly or through any means you command." she said with a small, sly smile, adding, "Neither of us are stupid, and we both know that once you have this back, you have the perfect opportunity to crush me, the unruly peasant who hasn't done much to acknowledge your authority. But, to sweeten the deal, hun? I'll promise not to even touch your crown again, unless it's to give it back to you. How's that sound?"

"...Wha-...Oh, I-...wasn't referring to the actual mace-...Nevermind, a kings word it shall be then!" The Black King happily said as his bond to the physical realm was soon returned to him.
Soon his spirit faded as his armor and mace reformed, as did the Crown of Khanduras on his royal skull.
His imposing figure towered over B.C. as he mechanically marched into the fray and slammed the hilt of his mace against the landmass he was standing on.
About a dozen spirits were pulled from the ether before digging their way into the ground, each one prompting a Skeletal Minion to start forming on the spot to act as a line of defense for the Rising Dawn.
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"Cursed Armies of Khanduras...OBEY YOUR KING!"

Viscus

All the while, the AI known as Viscus was fighting his own battles, but rather then waste his time and effort on attempting to disable a creature of that size, he fought a war he was the best equipped to win: The war for intelligence.
With their base in shambles and a number of their higher ranking officers openly attempting to flee, Viscus flew around the air some distance away from the actual fight in search of officials with access permissions to World Marshall's databanks.
There was a lot of equipment on that monster and, even if it's actual hardware was redacted, he might be able to find a link between the specs used in less secret projects and the ones on the monster.
After all, they wouldn't be able to make a Control Array that large unless they had a working model to base it off.


Homelands
maria's story

"The hope of salvation forces me ever onward."

Maria let her body coil around her, the scrabbling black claws toyed with her soft pale flesh as they held her body like jaws. "You are very interesting little girl," Maria's words were sweet and thick like honey. A heavy sultry sort of weight that held uncomfortably long on the nape of the neck, "why do you think that each of these things are mutually exclusive? Is it my fault? I should not have been so reckless with my words." Maria leaned forward and swept across the stone floor on those scrabbling claws until she was behind Gisella. "Please, go ahead. You don't mind do you Gisella?"

Gisella looked up at Maria, "Ah... no... not... not if you command it." Maria held Gisella like a present in a scaled frame. "If you wish it, please go ahead. I am at your mercy," Gisella held the back of her hands against the swell of her breasts.

Maria swept away from Gisella, her huge legs crashing against the stone and sending rumbles as she ascended a bookcase on the far side of the cavern. It was not long before the monster returned carrying a large leather-bound tome in her arms. She landed on the stone floor and slid across toward Katya until she was close enough that the wet sheen of her scaled reflected the warm lamplight in soft splotches across the young woman's face. Maria brought her human half down so it was eye-level with the rest of the party before her.

"But yes indeed. A story, a story. I have so many stories I could tell," she flipped through the thick cream pages of the book. What was written on the tome was not any sort of writing that Katya or Antoinette nor Benedict had ever seen. It was thick black blocks of intricate geometric shapes that wound between itself as if constructed from a single string. The more they looked at each block, the more it seemed to writhe and change, to impart emotion directly into the soul - a worming, invasive, penetrating script. Maria seemed to be bewitched by the esoteric text, "Aye, aye, aye, but which one for you to hear? The story of the Calamity, the story of the Fairy's War, the tale of the Frozen World, or even the myth of Black Logan."" She flipped through the pages more and more vigorously, the familiarity with which her hand danced on the cloth and the gentle sound of her nails tugging at the woven lattice cut through the ambiance of the cave.

Then she stopped suddenly. "Or... yes... the story of the Chosen One. I think that is appropriate." She looked up at Katya - her eyes burning brightly with that ephemeral power that belonged to storytellers - and said, "There was once a girl that stumbled her way here, much like you. This happened but when I was a child and my father would tell me about her adventures when he had the time to visit me in this place. She was strong, gallant, and well-spoken. But she was very clearly a outsider." She closed the book and set it aside, her eyes grew softer as she gazed into the darkness in the outer cavern. There was a sense of nostalgia as the fires in her eyes dimmed. "Father... how long has it been since you came to see me last?"

Maria sat down, her legs folded together and her tailed coiled around her body. She smiled with a genuine gentleness at Katya and crew. She held her hands together at her navel, as if in prayer."Would you like to hear the story of the First Paladin? She was a great and magnanimous outsider that came and delivered the will of Eden to humankind whose likeness has fallen to obscure antiquity. She had hair like spun gold and eyes that gleamed like emeralds. Aye, and all Paladins since have taken her name as their own. First of Firsts, Flaxen-Haired Selmy."

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Rising Dawn Hanger
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Major Rhodes | Kazuya Mishima | Rising Dawn/G-Corp intelligence officers

While the battle raged in the city, the support teams of both the Rising Dawn and (what was left of) G-Corp's finest did what they could to both assist the heroes and try to limit the amount of civilians harmed in the cross-fire.
Kazuya watched from his make-shift office, still nursing the wounds he received while watching the Dawn fight once more, regrets about this entire operation weighing heavily on him.
As such, he soon overheard a comment made by one of his officers: "Mr. Mishima, we're detecting what appears to be a distress signal from World Marshall's HQ. But-...it's strange, there's no audio message..."
"...What do you mean there is no audio?"
"It's-...hard to tell what it is. There is a lot of data being sent out but-...it's on a secure channel with extremely heavy encryption. It appears to be heading to a location outside of the cit-"
The realization was swift as Kazuya barked "Then it's not a distress signal! It's Armstrong's golden parachute. He's sending his mainframe's data to a backup site, no doubt it's a safe house of his. Track the location of it and prepare a transport. I'll kill that bastard if it's the last thing I do on this earth..."
With his orders relayed, he then went to attempt to suit up, something he'd find a bit hard to do with only one arm.


Homelands
selmy's story

"Does it really matter what my name is? You called for me and I came. I am your salvation."

"Ah... thank you..." Gisella said meekly as she wrapped the cloak around herself. She looked at Benedict and blushed, unsure at how to react at such a display of knighthood. She put a hand to her cheek and turned away. She felt shame for causing shame - where Gisella was perfectly trained to be comfortable without wearing any clothing at all, the idea that someone in the room didn't want to see her stripped bare made her feel unusual and awkward.

Maria turned her head toward Katya and began to speak softly. In the quiet of the library Maria's voice carried on forever. It danced among the shelves and struck the stone walls. It flickered between the flames of torches red and skimmed over the water flowing. Maria hummed and the stone sang, Maria called and the darkness answered. With her voice came colors and textures, smells and tastes, as well as deep satisfaction. Once the echoes of her voice inhabited the emptiness of the library, Maria began the story in earnest. The world seemed to melt away around them, the stone turned to grass and the shadows to light. The dancing shadows on the wall became distant mountains and sweeping forests. And they became engrossed in a memory so vivid that it was indiscernible from reality.

"The story of the First Paladin."

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"A thousand-thousand years ago, long in the time of myth when heroes had but a single name. The Age of the First Names it was called, when the fairies still fluttered through the sky and the earth was rich and heaving with chaotic magic. Humanity had first come to the land we now call Midas through the Eden Gate to flee the disaster that befell the land before. The first Calamity that mankind had ever known. Where we had reached too deeply into the realm of Gods and drew power we were unable to control.

The abyss came spewing forth from the aether and corrupted our old home - giving birth to monstrosities that could not be felled by magic nor steel. With the abyss came the abyss striders, the abyss dragons, with it came the race of witches and daemons which feast upon the fear and pain of humans. With it came chaos, who sought to undo all of life. The world then had ended, brought to destruction by the weapon now known as the Black Shard. As those chosen by Eden fled through the gate into the pure land of Midas, the king of humankind - not long ago a princeling still - stayed to guard the gate. His name was Midas, and for him this new cradle of life was named. For it was his bravery that held the abyss at bay while humanity ran."


Katya was running down the steps of the grand palace. Eden's gate loomed overhead, it's massive maw drawing in the wind and flame of the city around him. St. Alaasam had been such a beautiful city. It's massive limestone towers held huge lacrima crystals in their three pronged zenith, showering their magic over the whole city. It had once been the seat of magic, where all of humanity gathered to prosper. The food was plentiful and the river Io ran pure through the center of the city. From his perch atop the palace peak Katya could see all of the city burning. For a hundred miles in each direction there was black flame. The river ran red with blood and the call of abyss dragons echoed through the air.

A huge black shape swept over the sky and cast the entire palace in it's shadow. The abyss dragon circled overhead with sharp veins of angry red burning in it's pitch black hide. It roared, sending weakness into Katya's legs. He could not stand under the utter despair that these creatures brought. To his side wood roared in response. Ballistae ripped through the sky and tore into the wings of the creature, sending it spiraling down into the city below. It's body crashed and threw dust and rubble hundreds of meters into the sky. The smoke added to the spiral of clouds that hid the sunlight.

"Prince Midas! Prince Midas!" a man screamed at Katya as he scrambled toward him. He was a huge man clad in white armor stained with bloody hand prints. His eyes were tired and bloodshot and his thick beard was covered in soot and dried blood. He held a small girl in his arms. "I found Althia... I... I found Althia... but..." He held the small body close. His face twisted in pain.

"What happened to Althia!?" Katya screamed, his voice hoarse already from a day of screaming. He ran forward and grabbed his sister's body. It was cold, but there were no scars on her body. No blood. Yet her veins ran black and the specter of decay had taken over the beating of her heart.

"It was a strider... the entire district was just dead on the floor, rotting from the inside... there was... there was nothing... we were too late." Boros held Althia's body close. He had always been fond of the little princess, Katya knew. With the striders came death. There was nothing they could do. Even more fearsome than the dragons of the dark, the abyss striders were huge faceless monstrosities that walked on two legs. They stalked across the country alone, they paid no attention to anything. They leveled mountains and turned rivers to ash. They wilted forests and turned the crops to stone. They felt nothing and could not be stopped. Their bodies huge, weightless, ephemeral. They were uncaring, they did not seek to do harm as the flight of abyss dragons did. They did not prey upon mankind like the witches, they were the very embodiment of inevitability. They saw no friend or foe, they simply spread the corruption. "We have to get her body to the other side. She has to... she has to be remembered."

Katya drew his sword and placed it on Boros' shoulder, "No, leave her. We can let none of the corruption reach the new land. Not ever."

"But she's your sister Midas!" Boros screamed. He was shedding uncontrollable tears. So loyal, so in love. It made Katya's own heart ache.

"Don't you think I know that! Don't you think it hurts me too!?" He pointed at the line of refugees fleeing into the Eden Gate's gaping maw, "But look at that. That's humanity's last bastion. We can't do anything to jeopardize those that still yet live!"

There was a pause as Katya and Boros stared at each other. Another deafening roar flattened Katya against the ground, the very earth shook. From the sky the air broke and a line of black flame ripped through the city naught but a mile away from where the princeling stood. One of the high lacrima towers collapsed from the sudden strain on reality. The thick limestone broke into pieces and rained down in dust while the crystal above exploded, sending deadly debris raining down on the entire district. Boros threw himself over Katya as the blue crystals rained down, lodging themselves into his armor and the stone around them. When the rain was over Katya pushed Boros over. The old man had been struck on the back of the head with the crystal rain. The blue of the lacrima drew red blood from his wounded head and bits of brain oozed out of his skull. That blue crystal flickered with a black flame - a corruption that grew from each and every source of magic.

The mages had been the first to go - consumed by the sudden appearance of the abyss in the world. They could not fight it's influence and they became witches. Their flesh melted and their vices grew rampant. They could only think like animals and desired more magic. They took it where they could, from the earth, from the living, and at times out of the bodies of those few magus' that had the power to fight the corruption. Now but four battlemages remained - none of them of the Grand Magus'. Nay, they were the White Mages of the sect of Somnus. Their purification of their own bodies had kept the darkness at bay for the past few months. Enough time for them to finish the ritual to summon Eden into the world at any rate.

Another dragon descended upon the gate, drawn by mass of refugees.

"BALLISTAE!" Katya roared over the clamor of the crowd. He raised his gold sword to direct the massive batteries. With a roar that rivaled the dreadful screech of the dragon, a hail of thick metal arrows soared into the air and struck the dragon in it's breast, sending it careening into another part of the city. He didn't know how many men he had left under his command. The Kingsguard were all but dead, and the royal legions were spread thin out in the city dealing with the small spawn that sought to overrun the high ground of the palace. There could be no more than a day until the last man perished in St. Alaasam, and with him would perish the last living creature on the entire world.

From the clouds three more dragons erupted from the maelstrom. With them came another sundering of reality and soon there after the crackle of black flame as the abyss rushed to fill the empty existence. The fire raked the palace grounds and the entire palace began to crumble. The sundering had torn the ground in half and huge slabs of limestone and marble collapsed into an empty gaping maw. The earth tilted and the screams of the refugees became panicked hysterics. The legions scrambled to save as many as they could with practiced efficiency. They launched ropes from crossbows on bolts that latched themselves into what little solid structure remained, and from those ropes the knights of St. Alasaam swung and grasped the hands of those falling into the gaping ravine.

Katya stood up, legs weak. The sight of both Boros' and Althia's dead and now decaying bodies filled his stomach with dread. He felt sick. The ground shook as another of the huge lacrima towers crashed into the earth. Katya looked out at his kingdom. It had fallen. The dragons where now countless in number with more pouring in from the dark maelstrom. They could not hold out for another day, they could not even hold out for even another hour. With the palace grounds broken the last of the ballistae were inoperable, and the last battlemages were stopping the corruption from breaching the Gate. The dragons descended upon the refugees and feasted in wanton delight. The legions could not stop them, their thick black hides with lines of angry red, their eyeless black skull-like faces, and their wings as black as night. Their claws spread black flame across the stone as they landed, turning the rock into nothing but ash.

"Is there nothing that can stop this... is there truly no God that can overpower this darkness. Nothing that can save humanity?" Katya lamented. The dragons clashed against the barrier that held the corruption at bay. Their snapping maws tried to crush the magical dome. Below, the refugees ran followed closely by the legion. There were none left to fight. There was no more room for bravery. There was barely any room for survival. The young prince took several steps forward and then broke into a run.

All was lost. He had to make it to the gate. Above him the cacophony of leathery wings turned quickly into a whirlwind. Their massive bodies ripped through the air like missiles as they threw themselves against the barrier. Each time they impacted, white lightning and black flame splashed out from the wound in the barrier.

Katya got closer and closer, his legs burned with strain and his lungs no longer could find the strength to draw breath. It was a desperate sprint as the dragons overhead swept across the burning sky and lashed at the last bastion for survival.

The barrier would not hold for long. And soon the gate would close.

Then one of the dragons came barreling close to the ground, it's wings tucked close to it's body as it slammed into the barrier - and this one Katya saw got it's maw through the milky white barrier. Katya's heart sank and his legs lost their strength. The barrier exploded, launching the flight of dragons back into the sky and obliterating what was left of the palace grounds.

Katya blacked out.


It was hard to breathe, the dust was so thick. His legs hurt, his arms hurt, he felt the trickle of blood down his face and he could smell burning and rotting flesh. The world had ended. The Gate had fallen. He raised his head to look around and indeed there was nothing but black flame around him. Stone, ash, rotten flesh. The wispy remains of the abyss dragon that had broken the barrier as it's corporeal body returned to the aether from where it was born.

He looked at the gate... and it wasn't closed. One of the dragons had it's head stuck between the massive doors. It struggled, but the door could nether open nor close. But Katya couldn't move. There was no strength left in his body. Then came the beating wings of another abyss dragon as it landed before him. It's massive blank face glared at him, as if recognizing that he was the king of this ruined land. The gods knew a king when they saw one, he supposed. It opened it's maw. It was black beyond black, like a gateway directly into the underworld.

Katya closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was it.

But death never came.

When he opened his eyes, he found a radiant figure standing over him. Her long blonde hair was whipping in the ashen wind. She had four blades that hung behind her like the wings of an angel, and her sword of gold held the struggling maw of the abyss dragon at bay. It struggled against the golden radiance of the angel.

"Hey King Midas, get up. You still have a country to lead." She said, turning her head back to look at him. She had the most beautiful green eyes - unnaturally fierce and strong. As if they were made to peer directly into the hearts of men.

"Who... no, what... what are you?" Katya whispered through his injuries.

The woman looked back and grinned, "Does it really matter what my name is? You called for me and I came. I am your salvation."

"But you can call me Selmy if it makes you feel better. Dolores Selmy."


The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Denver
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It all happened so fast. Too fast for the mind to easily comprehend. Some... creature of truly massive proportion burst from the ground, the rubble of the streets of Denver levitating around it as from it spawned forth more monsters nightmarish in their own right. The ominous tone of bells ringing through the air from nowhere... it was a lot to take in considering moments ago Kalastryn had just started descending upon a much... simpler, battlefield. There was little time to ponder that however, as one of the pieces of rubble that lifted from the ground forced her into a sudden and rough landing. Rolling bodily away from the impact of being uppercut with a rock larger than her entire body, Kala had a hard time standing up after the fact. Oh, not because of the dizziness very likely caused by a concussion, nor from the absolute terror of beholding such a being. It was likely more because of the inability to separate her shoulder from an iron pipe that it had been impaled upon. Separated from the rest of the Rising Dawn at this point, there was little to calm her thoughts. She'd faced a lot of monstrous creatures in her time, even a few giants, but nothing like this. She wanted to get up, to fight back, to do something. Though, what could even be done? Utterly hopeless, she lay propped up against the wall of a ruined building wracking her brain as to how to get out of this alive, and was left wanting for answers.


In the rubble of World Marshall's prison beneath Denver, ARES was buried alive. That... is not much of a surprise, considering how many kilometers of the ground had just collapsed in letting this "instant Kaiju" out of whatever confines it had previously been subjected to. Thankfully, unlike a human woman of actual flesh and blood, ARES didn't really need to breathe. Now granted, despite having survived the cave in, being stuck underneath of it was no situation to be thankful for. Digging her way out with all her strength (which if the fact that she can even lift some of the heavier weapons she is equipped with doesn't tell you anything, she could give a professional body builder a run for their money) she was understandably shocked and awed. The extent of the destruction around herself and the fact that she was faced with a monster at least 10 times the size of the nearest miraculously-not-destroyed building would be enough to make anyone hesitate in her position. Though... if World Marshall unleashed this beast, they must have had a way to leash it in the first place. ARES went about trying to find any of World Marshall's employees who survived... but they'd get no kindness from her if she found them. She was of the mindset to beat the first World Marshall employee who refused to give her that information so hard his or her offspring would feel the pain for the next seven generations, if they survived.

Preface:
I apologize in advance if this seems a bit on the railroady side of things but I believe the time has come to finish this arc. I know that some of you have already posted your responses for the final boss encounter but I hope you'll understand that this isn't so much an F.U. to this arc so much as I think it's high time to give TheMehKingdom a chance to assume the mantle of GM. It's with this in mind that I give you the final post for the arc.

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Denver
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Snow had began to fall gently on the skeletal bones of the Denverian Ruins. It appeared that it was going to be a white Christmas that year, save for the fact that what was falling from the sky was ash and the fact that there was a giant, cybernetic bitch in the middle of Denver trying to literally paint the town red... and was succeeding for the most part. Those in the employ of the World Marshall were not a lucky bunch considering those who had been lucky enough to escape the destruction of their underground base were being snatched up by shark toothed hell babies with wings and being toted off towards their mom's nether regions to be converted into more shark toothed hell babies.

The crew of the Rising Dawn was fairing much better than those unfortunate souls belonging to the World Marshall, but not by much. While none of their number had been consumed and converted into a Nightmarish Rendition of Baby Jesus, the team was having quite a bit of trouble breaking the tree layers of shielding that the World Marshall had strapped onto the Empress' mechanical body. Affected by the gravitational anomalies, projectiles found their trajectories wildly altered while the crew members that charged up to the Grotesquerie Empress' face found themselves either pinned to the ground or jumping over their intended landing spots. Even those who could fly found it difficult to dodge the debris that was floating every which way.

Of these two groups, however, none was as unlucky as the parents of the world. You see, it was Christmas Eve and, as every good little boy and girl is aware, Christmas Eve is that magical time of year where Santa Claus piles 353,430 tons worth of goods made in China and delivers them to all the good little boys and girls (who will have the unfortunate pleasure of getting lead poisoning in the future). In order to accomplish such a feat, the Jolly Fat Man travels at 650 miles per second along a very well planned route that took him to all 91.8 million homes within 33 hours. For anyone with a mind for physics, you might have picked up on a few key numbers to be saved for later.

Normally traveling at over 3000 times the speed of sound would be protection enough from most things but when it came to wild fluctuations in gravitation fields traveling fast became more hazardous than helpful... and this was just one case of that little fact.

The first sign of trouble was the sleigh's sudden and dramatic loss of altitude, nearly 5,000 feet in a little under 3 seconds, causing a tremendous amount of strain on harnesses that caused a chain reaction of failures. The failures cause the separation of the sleigh from reindeer that had been pulling it.

"HO! HO! WHOA!!!!" The Jolly Fat Man started yelling as he found himself plunging not towards the ground, but a rather large looking woman with mechanical legs and lots of little children. It looks like he had found his next delivery.

Now for the fun stuff, grab your calculators. As had previously been stated the loaded weight of the sleigh was 353,430 tons traveling at 650 miles per second. Using simple Neutonian physics one can calculate that the force of impact on the Grotesquerie Empress would be 46217000 Kilotons of TNT. Keeping in mind that the yield for the Hiroshima bomb was 15 Kilotons of TNT, that would make the impact of Santa's Sleigh equivalent to 3081133 and 1/3 Hiroshima bombs. Fun fact, this is also the equivalent of a 1,000 meter wide asteroid impacting the Earth at 45 degrees.

Needless to say, the force of impact of Santa's sleigh was large enough to break through the Grotesquerie Empress' shielding and blast her into a parallel dimension five doors down.

But what of the crew? What of Santa? Well, since the shields installed on the Empress worked both ways, the impact was channeled through the path of least resistance, the hole that the sleigh had made in the shielding. A large pillar of light split the heavens and with it, the Final Boss was no more.

"Oh oh oh," came a grunt from bridge of the Rising Dawn as Santa Claus.

GM's Note:
This is the end of the arc. Any final reactions you want to add are entirely up to you.

Rising Dawn: Officer's Quarters ------------------------------------------------------- 10:30 PM


Lt. Dolores Selmy

"Lieutenant," Isaac said as he took a knee, "the battle reports have arrived. The fight is over. World Marshall has been defeated, and the monster has been banished." He hung his head and put his hand over his heart. My god it was embarrassing.

"Um..." I leaned forward and put my hand on his shoulder. My back cried in protest of my movement. "Isaac... you, you don't need to do this."

He looked up and his eyes gleamed in the light of my room. I could hear Laeta stifle laughter behind me. "Private Mohsen, milady," he corrected.

Did the other officers have such troublesome subordinates? "Um... no... please don't." I said. I turned away from him. His eyes were locked onto me with such... single-mindedness. I pulled my sheet over my chest to try and shield myself from him. He means well. I know he means well. But still.

"What is it milady?" he asked.

"You need to stop!" I said. It was far more forceful than I had meant. I snapped my eyes back to him, afraid that I might have hurt his feelings. Instead I found his confused face staring back at me. Olive skin, slick black hair and big brown eyes. He was like some sort of lost puppy. Despite his strangeness, he was well groomed and handsome with a strong square chin and broad shoulders.

"Stop what milady?"

"Stop this! This!" the words were practically exploding out of my chest. "The kneeling, the milady, the oaths, the swearing, all of this!" I motioned frantically in front of me with my hands. I wasn't really sure what kind of message I was trying to convey, but I wanted to make sure I encapsulated just... all of him. "You don't have to wear your dress coat everywhere and you can take your gloves off too! You don't need to have your dogtag around your wrist and you don't have to always be wearing your combat harness! And please, please, please stop calling me Lady Lola when we're in private!" I felt Laeta's chest slam into the back of my neck suddenly. I turned around and continued, "And you! It's not nice to laugh!"

Laeta doubled over and hit the floor, no longer able to contain her utter jubilation. Her stupid guffaws were almost as animated as the bouncing of her chest. Saren was smirking too, sitting on my bed with her head buried in a field manual - though she was holding it upside down.

Isaac bowed his head again, "My apologies milady... ah no..." He shook his head as if confused. "Lieutenant Selmy," he settled on.

I shook my head now, "No. You can just call me Dolores. It's okay. We're not children anymore. You don't have to do all those things I told you to do when we were kids. You don't have to call me Lola."

"I gave you my vow, that I would treat you like a princess. And that I would serve you." Which he had done. The minute he had heard that I had joined the Rising Dawn, he abandoned his position in the military to apply here. His loyalty was as baffling as it was outdated. Back then I had to call him "Captain Mohsen" but now he was kneeling in front of my wheelchair trying to figure out what he was going to use to address me.

"Ten years ago. You took that vow ten years ago. And I had never expected you to do it at all!" He wasn't so much like this through high school as much as I could remember. He had always been at least somewhat normal. "Why start all of this again now anyway?"

He stood up. I had never noticed how tall he was. Isaac was actually quite intimidating. The lines on his face were sharp and fierce. Strong and firm, and his lips were stretched thin. The shadows made him look so much older than he was. "Because of my own indiscretion you're in a wheelchair now. Not only that but it was nothing less than a miracle that you survived your ordeal at all Lola. There is none that I am more upset at for your condition than myself. As your subordinate, I should have given my own life before yours was put in danger. I should have been there to stop you."

"What's done is done Isaac. There's no point crying over spilled milk." I sank back into my chair. The canvas stretched slightly at my weight. "Just... stop your theatrics. It's really embarrassing, even if we're in private."

"Hooooo boy, Lola. This ain't private. I've been recording this the entiiiire time sis." Saren said, dropping the field manual to reveal the smartphone she held in her hands. "I'm live-streaming right now, 'cute teen cucks soldier,' it'll be all over Facebook in a few."

Laeta's guffaws came back with renewed vigor.

"Just need to get to the part where the clothes explode off your body."

Isaac was fast, faster than I had ever expected anyone to be. Saren let out a yelp of surprise as she lost her grip on her phone.

"It... wasn't on." Isaac cleared his throat and handed it back to Saren. His cheeks were somewhat flushed.

"Yeah, because it was a joke doofus!" Saren screamed as she snatched her phone back.

Isaac shuffled a little, "I... uh... I'm sorry."

Laeta continued her imitation of a dying fish.

I massaged my temples, "Let's not think too much of it all, okay Isaac? You can lighten up some. You're far too serious." I pulled several letters from within my blanket. "Here. Take these to the others. See that they deliver these to their respective charges." I handed Isaac the letters.

"I will see to it. Dolores," my name seemed forced. Almost as if it pained him to say it. He left quickly.

"Asshole," Saren spat as soon as the door closed.

I turned to face Saren, "Actually, I have a question. Couldn't you have sensed him coming? You have that electromagnetic radar thing that sharks have right?"

Saren snapped, her dark brown hair falling in long thick strands around her neck, "They're called ampullae. And it annoys me too that I didn't see him coming." She ran her fingers over the skin on her neck and traced it down her forearms on each side. Then she cupped her chest and let her fingers run down all the way down to her thighs. She was feeling up the soft jelly-like membrane that lay just below her skin - like an exo-skeleton made of hyper-sensitive nerves. "Everything's in working order too."

"Maybe you short circuited. Do you want me to turn you off and on again?" Laeta teased as she rolled over on the floor. "I bet I could really - shock - your system."

"The last thing I want is to have your masochistic ass working me over, I'll chalk it up as a freak occurrence." Saren leaned back and let her head rest on the lacquered wood bed frame.

"Oh yeah, pull Losko out of the pillow now. He's been in there for quite a long time now hasn't he?"


---


Rising Dawn: Hero's Cabin -------------------------------------------------------------- 10:47 PM


263rd Support Squadron


Homelands
maria's story

"You were never free. I just made you aware of your prison."

"Hum... I think Gisella has had lots of different things shoved up inside her, but I do believe that feathers is something that has not. At least to my knowledge." Maria mused as she clapped her hands. From some hiding place behind the bookshelves several small golems hurried out with a table, a tablecloth, some chairs, a tea set, and a lavish array of small desserts. They set up the impromptu tea-picnic in a panic before vanishing again into the darkness of the Library. "You've have had lots of sleepless nights when you were younger, right Gisella?"

Gisella didn't say anything. Instead she just stroked Katya's hair with her hand as she coddled the teen.

Maria knocked on her head with her palm, "Ah right, that's a touchy subject if I recall. I shall speak no more of it then."

She lowered herself to Benedict's height, "Instead I will speak to you with your honeyed words," Maria leaned in on him, letting her flesh get a good feel of his body. "It is as you surmise, priest. While death is not so foreign here, there are those that live in our world that we deem "heroes." And they alone possess an innate talent, a blessed spirit that returns even after they have died. They are truly remarkable. The more they kill, the stronger they become, and the stronger they become, the more they can kill." She spun around Benedict, her body wistfully curling on itself like undulating waves in a sea. "It's a strange thing really. Once they become very strong, they start to seek stronger things to slay. You know, for excitement. They collect treasures, trophies from their enemies or gear from their treasuries. They adorn themselves with these things because they believe it makes them strong. And to some degree, it does."

Maria picked up a cup of tea and began to drink from it. "Yes. To have the power to bring permanent death to a 'Hero' is an aberrant skill indeed. It goes against the very nature of our world. Our existence. In fact, I dare say that this skill comes from a place, 'outside of reason.'" She set down her cup and turned to Benedict. "Mmm, indeed. You have quite the good eye to recognize my skill. I am indeed of great prowess. And not only that, but of both beauty and intelligence as well."

There was a flutter of butterflies as blue light illuminated the area, casting the world in shadows of light lavender. "I return from my duties, Lady Maria." Jiyam said as she landed on the stone floor.

"Mmm... ah yes. Jiyamuanna, if you could I would like you to go fetch my sister. I believe she will be needed to send this troupe home."

Jiyam nodded, "Yes, Lady Maria." Then she took off in another storm of the luminous butterflies. In the distance they could see the ball of blue light leaping from bridge to bridge as she descended deeper in the abyss of the Library.

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Denver
Mr. Bison Goes To Washington Arc Epilogue/Segway into the Next Arc:
Reunions and Partings

Mood Music

It was strange, how quickly the tide of one's circumstance could change so quickly. In one moment, the Empress had descended on the ruins of Denver, her song echoing in the air like an awful din - and in the next, it had been cut short by the harbinger of Christmas cheer; an almost literal example of hope triumphing over despair. After the Queen and her brood had been taken so quickly, the members of the Dawn were left to pick up the pieces.

Angelus breathed a happy, if somewhat exhausted, sigh of relief. While her pride may have dictated she take down foes with her claws and flame - this was the sole exception. Opening her mind to the pact link, another pleasant surprise found her being lead to the ruins on the ground, Caim standing over the corpse of one of the former broodlings. Giving her a friendly wave, the dragon could hear in her mind a simple, "Hey."

Anger overtook her relief, and the dragon landed heavily on the ground and stood tall, allowing her full bulk to tower over her human partner as she bellowed, "You have some nerve! Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?! I had to mind the little ones on my own and they were asking questions! 'Where is father, why hasn't he rejoined us yet?' Do you understand how much it pained me to dodge around the fact that you were captured? Possibly being tortured or gods knows what else? And you simply say 'hey' to me like nothing is wrong! Well, Caim? Answer me!"

Caim's blinked slowly at the vocal onslaught, and simply lifted a hand towards her great head. Even if he couldn't reach her, the intent was more than clear. With a huff, the dragon saw fit to lower her great head, her human's hand finding itself running up and down the bridge of her nose. A comforting gesture, and one well missed in her companion's absence. He bowed his head to the dragon before him, his forehead barely touching her snout as she heard a faint "Sorry" enter her mind. That did draw some pause with the red dragon, who blinked in surprise before speaking again, "You never apologize."
"I know. You never say you're worried about me. I'd rather you weren't."
"You shouldn't be surprised. You made yourself a distraction, got captured, and our communications were cut off."
"One, that wasn't entirely my fault.. Two, I'm not used to it, you being...Worried. Angry, or annoyed? Sure. Easy. Actual 'worry', that's kind of a new one."
"HMPH! Then you are more of a fool than I thought if this is the first time you've noticed."
"Well you do call me a fool frequently."
"..? What's wrong with you, Caim? You're supposed to blow me off or protest my claims."
Caim remained silent for a time, before pulling himself closer to the dragon, the mixture of warm flesh and cold metal making for a strange combination of sensations against Angelus' scales as his mind 'spoke' to her's again, "It's been rough. I didn't like it when it was quiet. I missed you.... Still mad at me?"
"Absolutely livid." She chuckled softly, before stretching her wings and (albeit reluctantly) pulled herself away from Caim, inclining her head upwards, "For now, let us return to the ship. The little ones will be happy to know you're safe and sound."

However, when the duo found themselves back in the hangar of the Dawn, they were immediately beset upon by one Private Jefferson, who held forth a letter that apparently addressed to the two of them by "The Lieutenant". Both partners looked at each other in confusion, before Caim "said" from the PDA on his hip, "Didn't start any trouble without me, did you?"
with a huff of hot air and some smoke the dragon answered in kind, "I am not like you, willing to start up a fight at every turn. Open the parchment."

Unfolding the envelope and with a giant dragon looking over his shoulder, Caim opened the letter to find...?

---

In the interim of his parents reuniting and having their little chat, Cadolbolg returned back to the Dawn on his own, quickly reuniting with his partner (and sometimes minder), Ton Ton. The tiny turtle dragon gave a happy wave and a "Hallow~" to his pact partner as he fluttered over. When he reached the Tonberry, his tail began wag excitedly, "So you know how father said he was gonna meet up with us again?"
Ton Ton nodded carefully, the memories from the night before with Angelus' somewhat panicked self coming to mind - at least, before Ton Ton excitedly spoke again, "Mother found Father again~! She sounded a little upset, so I bet she's kinda grumpy he took so long - not that I can really blame her. So, I decided to leave em alone for a while; Mother gets grumpy after stuff like this."

The Tonberry among them relaxed visibly when told this news and gave a sigh of relief, "Well that's good to hear. Between the stuff going down on the ground and everything else, I was getting a little worried myself! And who'da thunk that Santa of all people would come save the day? I guess the Mistress was right about him being real..."

Cadolbolg only tilted his head curiously at the sentiment, as he asked plainly, "Santa? You mean that red guy who hit that big monster?"

Now dear reader, I must reiterate - prior to being a creature of the flesh and blood, our friend Ton Ton had once been but an imitation of a Tonberry, a toy version. However, all good sentient toys in the Western world know the tale of Saint Nick and understand the importance of the magic and the spirit of giving that he brought to young children. Even if he wasn't believed to be a physical entity among his circle of toys, the very idea of a being who brought joy to a toy's child was a sacred ideal all toys wanted to live up to. For Cadolbolg, a creature that was so youthful, to be so sorely lacking in this knowledge was, frankly, shocking to Ton Ton's system. With a dramatic gasp, and his little hands landing on round green cheeks, Ton Ton couldn't help but stammer, "You don't know who Santa is?! How old are you, Cadolbolg?"
"Uuhh... Well, Mother says dragon ages can get a little murky and don't always line up with physical development like it does with humans. Why?"
"Well that needs to be fixed immediately! Come on, I saw him land on the bridge!"
Grabbing his foster brother by a paw, Ton Ton sped along as best as his little feeties could take him, Cadolbolg being curious, but not entirely unreleased at the thought of his older brother leading him to someone very important.

---

Diablo1099:
This segment was written in collaboration with dis guy.

Garm waited anxiously in the transport as it began to circle down on the ground level for remaining Dawn members from the previous battle, and found that he was beginning to pace as the transport flew around. However, that was when a familiar scent entered his nostrils. Ears pointed forward and tail going rigid still, the wolf didn't need further prompting before he lept from his spot to the ground below, ignoring the shouts of protest from those inside. Barreling forward, Garm picked up his pace, searching about until he saw a flash of white among the sea of gray and black, combined with an all too familiar scent. He was asked to describe it once, and the best he could place it was a mixture of "incense, rain, cleaning alcohol, and shampoo"; but it was a smell of a friend, a battle partner, a pack member (or as humans called them, family), and someone he had been sorely missing. He continued forward, his voice joyfully shouting, "TEAR-RI!"

At the sound, the Cleric whirled around, her eyes widening with what could be best described as joy when she called back, "GARM!" and held her arms open in a wide hug. The massive wolf was able to stop himself before he knocked the girl over, and he found he pulled into a nice, warm hug instead - a perfect compliment to the newly falling snow.

They stayed like that for a while, before Garm pulled away, his ears twitching with interest as he said, "Tear-ri, I hear something. Over there, in the rubble."
Turning back towards the mess that the (former) Grotesquirie Queen left behind, Teri gingerly poked at the rubble with her quarterstaff, to unearth a familiar figure. The young Cleric stepped back in surprise, the silver weapon raised defensively as she whispered, "It's Adel!"

Garm's ears immediately fell back, his teeth bared into a snarl, "We should leave him behind. He hurt us and dragged you off to that prison."
Teri's lips drew into a thin line as she thought over what her partner was very reasonably suggesting; after all, Adel had brought her nothing but trouble and pain before. However, she did know - even if it was a matter of knowledge she gained during her tenure as one of the Authors - that Adel was more than just a random thug and many powerful men were after him; she shook her head, "No... I think it's more complicated than that. There's a person under all that metal, and I bet Armstrong did something bad to him. Trust me on this one, please Garm?"
Garm looked ready to protest again, before huffing, "...You're too nice to people. If he hurts you - I'm not gonna be nice. Get him on my back, I can carry you both."

The Cleric smiled again and gave her wolf companion a very big hug, before going back and dragging Fulgore - no, Adelheid, out of the rubble. After several more minutes of positioning the former hellion on Garm's back, Teri pulled her tablet close and asked "Dimitri, can you get Viscus on the line? I'm gonna need both of you to help me out with something..."

With that, the Cleric and wolf began their journey back towards the now upset transport pilots, and from there - the Dawn and it's Med Bay.

---

Further away from all of this, Inuart watched as the Dawn members slowly began to pick themselves up from the madness that had consumed Denver moments ago. He shuffled, changing weight from one foot to another as he tried to think of the best course of action to take. If what he heard really was true - his comrades really were aboard the ship and he was but a hair's breadth from seeing them all again; as well as possibly bringing them to the fresh air of freedom...Only there were two big problems with that line of thought. The first of which, he was sorely outnumbered. The second, he had no resources outside of himself. Even with the virus Wesker had synthesized affecting his body; there was no possible chance he could take on the entirety of the Dawn alone. Back when he had Legna as a (somewhat) reliable helper? That made it a mite bit more plausible, but that still left a certain other red dragon, as well as the number of other air forces Inuart had seen thus far. If he wanted to do this right at all, he'd have to be sneaky, as well as patient. On top of it all, he needed to think of a plan.

A chilly gust of wind blew in his direction, the slicked back style of his hair offering no protection for his face as the flakes stung like tiny flies. In spite of that - the bard scarcely moved a muscle. He could only watch, after all; and he didn't want to miss a thing.

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Denver
Mr. Bison Goes To Washington Arc Epilogue and Endings
Mood Music

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Canteen
"That's not good..."
Sloth | Envy | Selena | Luke | Tania la Fey

True to his reputation, Lucifer Morningstar was a cunning, crafty, and cautious individual. Even as he explained, verbally, that of course he had a job there, he was the bartender for the Rising Dawn, Envy got a very different answer, mentally. One that did little to really tell her much, despite how verbose the response was.

~Though if you mean something along the lines of what I'm 'really' doing here, that's none of your concern. My primary influence with mortals in this 'great' power struggle of heaven and hell is in the realm of mortals, is it not? It shouldn't be too strange that I stick around. I have secretaries in the Black Palace, they can manage the paperwork while I'm away.~

~That doesn't really--~ she started, only to flinch backward as a harsh, metal shearing sound seemed to echo through the Canteen.

It was odd, really. The sound itself wasn't particularly loud, but it carried well, and had a certain ominous weight to it. The kind of weight that pulled at one's insides as dread truly settled in. One of her hands trembled a little as it reached down to her belt buckle. It resembled a seven-pointed star, and it looked heavily warped and was nearly ripped all the way across, top-to-bottom.

~O-oh. Sloth...?~ she asked shakily as she turned to 'look' downward at her companion.

Sloth, who had been in the sleep of the dead mere moments before, was now wide awake, his eyes alert as he forced himself to his feet, one hand on the medallion stitched to the front of his robes. Like Envy's belt buckle, it too had a seven-pointed star on it. And the metal looked ragged as it was nearly torn in half.

"Yes, I noticed it too. Woke me up." said the Embodiment of Entropy curtly.

Lifting one hand, Sloth immediately opened a hole in the world and motioned for Envy to step in first.

"You'll have to excuse us. Something important has come up." he apologized, locking his eyes with Luke's before both he and Envy stepped in.

Then the portal closed, and they were gone.


The Escapist Avatar Adventures | World Marshall, Undisclosed Location | (Un)Secured Evidence Lockup
"Oh, you make my body talk, baby, oh yes..."
B.C.

The moment King Nothing was reunited with his, admittedly uncomfortable but totally ballin' crown, the Space Convict took his... What, resurrection? Reformation? Re-corporeal... Ah, fuck it. She took the opportunity to get the hell out of there while he went totally ham on the horde of tentacle porn-bots. The both he and the Hot Bitch were enough to really kill the good mood she had been in earlier, so she needed to step back, and get back on track.

Which meant finding her stuff, getting more guns, and causing more trouble, presumably during and after her inevitable escape. After all, they've yet to make a prison that she couldn't eventually find a way out of, and in this primitive joint, they didn't stand a chance of keeping the likes of her there. But first, she needed to find her personal effects.

As she practically skipped down the hallways, mowing down tentacle porn-bots, guards, and even fellow inmates alike in hails of uncontrolled gunfire, she checked each door she came across. Most weren't quite what she was looking for. Barracks, guard posts and security checkpoints. The checkpoints were interesting though, and she took the time there to do what she could to mess with the place. It was easy enough: Just press all the buttons. Especially big, red ones.

Still, it took her a few minutes of searching to finally find what she wanted: The Evidence Lockup. The door itself was secure and electronically locked, but that only served to keep her out for another fifteen seconds, her dancing fingers over the keypad, followed by the liberal application of a gun-butt solved that problem.

It only took her another minute to find the box her things were stored in.

"Ah, here we are. The height of prison fashion, fit for any self-conscious, interstellar criminal and anarchist!" said B.C. as she slipped into the familiar orange jump-suit.

It had her number on it, and putting it back on instantly made her feel more at-home. After all, the jumpsuits they had given her here were ugly as virtue and didn't even have a zipper that she could neglect to zip-up. Pulling out the pair of boots she had stolen from a guard at her last prison, she pulled them on and them reached in to grab her Beamer.

As an afterthought, she pulled out the sheet of hardcopy that was in the lid and looked it over to see what they had decided to label it as. She giggled when she noticed that her Beamer was listed as "Childrens Retro Blaster Toy". Really, they couldn't have been further from the truth, she thought as she hefted the red, plastic pistol.

She spun it around on one finger as she turned to leave, only to stop as she spotted the room right across from Evidence Lockup.

Armory.

After applying the same finesse on this door lock as she had on the last, she stepped in and let out a little gasp, clasping her hands between her breasts. So many beautiful slug-throwers, firearms of all shapes and sizes with multitudes of ammo and--Hold on. Were those grenade belts?


When she finally stepped out, she was in the best mood in months. A trio of grenade belts were layered around her waist with her Beamer tucked between them, and in each hand she had a fully loaded MP7, just waiting to unleash a storm of lead on any unfortunate fool that crossed her path. She was gonna have some fun!

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Rising Dawn: Selena, Icarus, Danny Boy

Icarus was within the Void, He had managed to change things he was... home. As glided through the large gate as he surprised a horde of Gate a horde of Raven took flight cawing in protest,He smiled as he flew over the keep, He landed and walked through the grand door entering the Castle. in the entrance hall he saw his sister was there along with his mother he smiled and landed the two hugged him closely "F-finally I'm home' He smiled tears welling up in his eyes. He heard someone Coming down the stairs, he turned and saw the familiar figure of his father his hood was up but He didn't care and broke free of his family embrace and ran up and grappled his father into a hug "D-Dad! I've waited so long, I did it I changed the future......"
"OH you did did you?" his father asked but something about his voice was off Icarus Looked up to see a horrifying skull that appeared to be snarling at him he tried to scream but his throat had closed up and he shuddered as he felt his body literally freeze.

Icarus awoke in his bed Someone was gently stroking his hair, he realized his head was resting on someone's Lap lap. A Lock of hair Had tumbled down and was resting on his cheek "Hmm? Mom?" he asked confused, he could hear a short laugh "No Its me ya silly" a familiar voice replied.
Icarus Blinked his vision cleared he could see Selena was looming over him. she sat up and her hair lifted off of his cheek.
"Wha, How did I get here?"
Selena sighed "You fell unconscious you weren't as fully healed as you thought, I told you to take it easy. They brought you back here So I watched over you."
Icarus blushed a bit and sat up. "Oh Umm thanks" Smiling at her Selena smiled back and leaned in a bit. "there's a bit of a celebration Party going on, We won"
Icarus sighed "that's good to know"
"What's the matter?"
"I guess I'm just upset because I wasn't much of a hero...."
"You're my hero...."

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Rising Dawn, Canteen:Cabrion

Cabrion awoke once again he had been magically compelled to fall asleep Nythium liked to teleport him in his sleep and knock him out often, it made him feel like he was drunkenly stumbling through life, not that he didn't love getting drunk, He could really go for some whiskey right about now. He looked around and was rather confused he was in some sort of lounge on what seemed to be a blimp considering the window indicated he was up in the clouds

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Rising Dawn: Above Denver-Ruins
Back to business

Rising Dawn: Navigation Bridge: Rugal Bernstein, Pvt. Marcus Lassirbeen

After the battle of Denver and the clean up afterwards, Rugal's first priority was his daughter and, while she seemed to be okay, she seemed more concerned with a few of the wounded of the battle then anything else.
Not unsurprising and seeing her care so much did fill him with a silent pride.
But once he had seen a news story in his PDA inbox about a "Winged Japanese Man Impaled on Mishima Statue" as well as the announcement of G-Corp's rebranding to NOD, it did take a bit of the wind out of his sails.
He was never really close to Kazuya over the years but the implied fate of the demonic CEO was still something that weighed heavily on him, making him ponder what he could-...no, should have done differently.
Needless to say, it was somewhat distracting...

"...Captain....Captain!"
Rugal was finally snapped out of his trace as he looked away from his PDA before turning towards the Private, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Ah, apologies. My mind was-...elsewhere. What do you need?" He then asked before being handed a letter of sorts.
Giving a nod of thanks, he then shut down the news feed before unfolding the letter and reading it.

Rising Dawn: Medical Bay: Adelheid, Teri

"...uhh-..."
Adelheid couldn't remember much from before he woke up in the medical bay, his head ringing and nearly every nerve ending on his body flaring up with intense pain.
He attempted to open his eyes, an act that was just about as enjoyable as every other aspect of his existence right now, as the blurry shapes of the Rising Dawn's medical bay began to come into focus.
He gasped slightly from a rather uncomfortable breathing tube that had been inserted into his chest
He tried to move and sit up, an action that was quickly discouraged by the fact it REALLY hurt to try those things.
A number of questions were running though his mind, why was he here? What happened to him? Why were there strange robotic parts in his chest? And so forth.
"....uh-...ngh..." he attempted to speak though damaged and numbed focal cords, soon silencing himself once he realized that wasn't going to get him anywhere either.
So in the end, he just laid there, examining his surroundings as he tried to remember anything about his situation...

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