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

Rising Dawn: Canteen: Jenny, Diana

While she should have been in bed getting the same kind of treatment the one known as Adelheid was, Jenny had something a bit more pressing on her mind.
There was a man she knew as Dr. Violet in one of the medical wards, being treated for what seemed to be a violent mishmash of mental disorders and without having any prior history of such illness in his life.
At the moments where she did manage to calm him down, he mentioned something about wanting to apologize to someone named Diana.
A quick word with some of the staff revealed who Diana was and, more importantly, that she was currently drinking herself numb in the canteen.
Currently sitting in a wheelchair and using her mental powers to gently push it along, she was still glad in bandages but thanks to Teri's efforts, she fared better then most did when it came to "De-Cyborging" her.
Noticing her target questioning the imp, she spoke up mentally and said "They have as much personality and free will as you or I. You would do well to respect that..."
After a wordless exchange with one of the waiters, she brought Jenny a apple juice while she rolled up to Diane's table.
"I'm not going to beat around the bush. What did you do to Dr. Violet?" she then asked in a rather confrontational manner, even while her lips drank her juice out of a straw.

maria's story - Good End

"A child without knowing the words, can still feel where home is."

Jiyam's light came ever closer. Maria picked up her cup and took long gentle drinks of the sweet fruit tea. There was nothing more she could think to say - though her twisting body below betrayed her emotions. She had hoped, something deep inside her maiden's heart at any rate, that these guests would stay and become guardians of the Library. Without knowing them, she had grown fond of them. She was fond of the odd way they looked, the strange way they smelled, and the off way that they spoke. There was a muted familiarity with them, as if she had known them for already a long time.

Perhaps that was just the Library's way of expressing it's sorrow.

"It is as you wish. May good fortunes give rise to our next meeting."

"Here comes Lady Teresa," Jiyam said as she landed silently before the gathered group, "I bid thee give respects to the first queen of Candor." The butterflies landed gently around her like a cloud of snow. Their gentle luminescence cast everyone in a ghostly blue light as they waited for this Queen. Above them in the maze of bridges, other guardians gathered and gave knee to her coming.

In the distant darkness came a sensation as if the very air was choking on malignity. A seething hatred for all that was living, an absence of life - an absence of energy. Then from the darkness came a form walking upon the air as if it were stone. Her steps were quiet, but audible in the sudden gravity of the room. She was barefoot and her skin brushed against that ethereal stone as she ascended from the depths of the shadows.

Maria coiled her body tightly and smiled. "It has been far too long since you've come out. You are out of shape, Teresa."

"I do not hurry to play dress up," came her response. Her voice sounded soft, simply said, and sweet like that of a young girl's, yet her voice boomed and echoed off every corner of the library. Gisella held Katya close and Katya could feel the tenseness of Gisella's muscles, as well as the weak trembling of her softer flesh.

"I do not call you this time to put you in new clothes, sister," Maria called back.

Teresa stepped off of her ascent and onto the stone floor on which they all stood. The very rock softened at her foot falls and became no harder than gentle foam. She cleared her throat, "Hihi! Whatcha need from me then?"

She was... smaller than anyone really expected. Maybe five feet tall if you were pushing for it. Her small body was stained with deep blood-red tattoos that squirmed in the light like worms. She wore a tight fitting top and a skirt so short that it was really more of a cloth belt. Teresa reeked of blood.

Her tattoos were off... and on closer inspection, they were not tattoos, but huge swathes of missing skin and flesh that bled a river of constant blood in beautiful swirls and patterns across her otherwise flawless skin. Up and down her arms they ran, over her shoulders and through her breasts. Each bloody river pooled near her naval, where they collected into a thick solid gemstone in the shape of a filigree heart. No, it wasn't a heart. It was a womb carved into her belly, and the gemstones were like some sick mirror of her womanhood.

In an instant under her cheerful and toothy grin the gravitas fell apart as quickly as Maria did upon her younger sister. The great dragon swept the younger girl up in tight undulating coils until the two were at eye level. Maria kissed Teresa on the blood gem embedded on her forehead. "I love you sister."

Teresa laughed, "Love you too sis." She looked down at Katya and she looked down at Benedict and she looked down at Antoinette. "Who are your guests?"

"Travelers from another world." Maria answered.

Teresa paused and gave the group another once over, "And I guess they want to be sent home?"


"Ah, it makes sense. I'd leave big tiddy land too if I was given the chance. Despite how it is, everyone's inflated chest bugs the ever living daylights out of me." Teresa groped Maria to make her point, fondling the giant's chest with a practiced precision. Maria recoiled and dropped Teresa onto the stone floor, which came away and bowed to soften her landing.

Teresa turned to Benedict, "Man, well I suppose you want to leave my world. That means I gotta let you." She cracked her neck both ways, "It's a real pain in the ass you know, I'd much rather be with my harem than up here performing the ritual."

"I am sorry that I disturbed you, my lady." Jiyam said solemnly.

"Oh don't worry about it," Teresa said casually, "I'll punish you later, Jiyam-san."

"Thank you my lady!"

"You," Teresa pointed at Antoinette, "get ready to planeswalk. I'll only take down the barrier for about thirty seconds, so if you can't get out of our world by then, you'll be stuck here for another two weeks at the very least while the planar storms subside." She plucked the blood gemstone from her forehead and placed it on her tongue. "Now then, let's get started."

Instantly the haze of despair and darkness that followed Teresa vanished and in it's place a massive blinding whiteness took it's place. All around them white light broke through the darkness of the Library caverns and beautiful swirls of colors came flooding in from the outside.

Then all at once the world turned to white and Teresa's swirls of reds and blues and yellows and greens and oranges and violets devoured their senses. The bubble that separated the world of Midas... the Labyrinth of Midas from the rest of the worlds came crashing down and the storm of possibility and imagination was almost too much to bear. Here, in the Library, whose place resides in a close nexus to all of the other Labyrinths that had been created by the Great Mother, magic was so dense and so pure and so powerful that almost immediately those three intrepid mortals were lost to the vastness of pure creation.

In the tempest of welcoming light, their very dreams drifted in an out of being. Teresa held those false realities at bay with lashes of her scarlet blood. "Alright, see you later space cowboys." She grinned and held up her index finger as Antoinette and her two charges shimmered in the embrace of creation and vanished into Eternity.


Then the darkness returned, a black shield born of blood that swallowed the Library, swallowed Candor, and swallowed the realm of Midas, shielding it from the other worlds.

Obtained: "Proof of Voyage"


Rising Dawn: Canteen
B.C. | Cabrion | Diana | Eddie the Dead | Lucas "Luke" Cypress | Mio |

The imp serving Diana huffed when his patron suggested that he had no free will of his own, and took it's leave towards the bar, chittering something or another in Infernal under it's breath. When it reached the front bar and said something to Luke, the bartender's eyebrows furrowed, before he shot a glance over to his patron (who was now talking with Jenny and ignoring a group of half-finished drinks), then back to his subordinate, "What did she ask for?"
"My favorite drink."
"Did you have something in mind?"
"Not really. Your will permitting, I was going to give her some of the 'good' stuff. Humans can survive imbibing fire-whisky, right?"

Luke looked back over to the human talking with Jenny and squinted for a moment, before noting that this human appeared to have glowing eyes. Unless your initials were M and S, that was not typically a common feature among your garden variety mortal. Returning his attention to the serving imp, Luke nodded faintly and waved off the imp, "Yeah, I think this one can manage - Don't hang around unless you're called back again."

With a little bow, the imp left to the kitchens to acquisition the drink in question, leaving room for the second imp to arrive. This one made note of the black plumes of smoke Cabrion was making at his table, as well as an order of whiskey on the rocks. Luke poured out the desired drink and slid the glass over to the imp, but paused when asked about the question of whether smoking was allowed. He shrugged, answering pointedly, "We don't get a lot of smokers around here. So long as it doesn't set off the fire alarms, I don't see why not. And here's the whiskey on the rocks for our resident Charlie Daniels fan." before he sent that imp on it's way as well; bringing his attention back to his main serving party. B.C. seemed content to nurse her beer at the moment, but Mio brought up the potential for something a little more entertaining than just pouring beers from the tap.

"Rum? Well, I don't think it'll be killing devils anytime soon[1], but I think this should suffice..."
Grabbing a couple bottles from the display behind him, Luke opened a metal container and after placing a chunk of ice inside, poured a quintet of different liquids inside, he placed a cap on and shook it heavily before pouring out the mix into a glass. The final flourish came in the form of a slice of pineapple skewered on a toothpick, a small sprig of mint and a straw. He placed the amber colored drink on a serving paper and slid it towards the pirate with a genial smile, "Might I suggest, a Mai Tai? Two different kinds of rum, liquor, syrup, and lime juice; I think it should suit your craving..."

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Denver | Ship's interior corridors
Hillary has never heard of a Santa before, but I'm excited to meet him!
Cadolbolg | Hillary | Ton Ton

Frequently when the resident reptilian children encountered a humanoid, their reactions were as followed:

1) An indiscriminate amount of "Awwww" or cooing, like when one happens upon a puppy with huge watery eyes.
2) Shock or confusion, oftentimes accompanied by several words that little dragon/lizard children shouldn't be hearing
3) Violence, typically of the life-threatening kind.

To encounter something that looked at least somewhat human and not do any of these things was surprising, as well as not wholly unwelcome. Now, barring moments of physical affection, it was nice to not hear something like "What the fuck, a talking lizard" (and Ton Ton knew it was hard enough reigning in his younger pact-brother's tendencies, much less through parroting bad words) or to not be shot at. Rather, Hillary's greeting was 100% nonchalant, as if she had seen plenty of flying turtle-dragons and Tonberries. Therefore, it only seemed right the little duo return the greeting in kind.

Ton Ton shook his little lantern in a friendly manner, and Cadolbolg waved a little paw to the slime lady, Ton Ton opening with,
"Hullo! My name's Ton Ton,"
"And I'm Cadolbolg! I've never seen you before either! We've been looking for someone named Santa. Is Penelope Santa?"
"I don't think her Penelope is Santa, Cadolbolg. For one, Santa was a man last I checked; unless Lao Ban Santa is still in charge."
"Don't worry about it- Anyway, Miss Hillary, we'd be happy to help you find your friend. What did Penelope look like? Maybe we've seen her and just didn't know it."

While Ton Ton's idea was certainly a good one, with Cadolbolg closer to the ground (relatively speaking anyways, he was carrying Ton Ton while hovering in the air, he was wont to see what was on the path below him more frequently. This lead to the little dragon-turtle baby pointing out the trio of dolls and asking plainly, "Is one of those dolls Penelope?"

Rising Dawn: Med Bay
Adelheid | Teri

Adelheid's question gave the resident Cleric pause, as she mulled over what exactly possessed her to pull the young man out of the rubble. What was she hoping to gain out of this? Garm had brought up a solid point to leave him - the young Bernstein meant her nothing but harm when they first met; and at the same time, Teri had reason to believe that perhaps something was different. Back when she broke his mask in their scrap, the identities of FULGORE and Adelheid separated, if only for a moment; before the programming took over and she was captured. Yet here they were, him possessing no recollection of who she was or his former directives, and her feeling nothing but confused about the whole matter. She felt ..."dirty", for lack of a better term, like an honest child's guilt who, after having stolen someone's food, played dumb when questioned about it afterwards.

She knew of the young man in front of her - at least superficially - her brief stint as an Author granted her that much, yet at the same time, she did not know him. She didn't know things like how he took his coffee, movie preferences (if he even had any), or the story to an embarrassing scar like a real friend would have; she only knew him as a concept.

When she finally did cobble together an answer, her tone was careful and level, her expression uncertain, "I...honestly can't tell you if I had a reason or not when I dug you out of the rubble, aside from 'it seemed like a good idea at the time.' And even then - do I need to have a reason?"
"Aside from you being the illegitimate son of my adoptive father and wanting to keep you away from potential power-mongering executives."
"You should worry more about getting better, rather than why I'm helping you."
"Maybe I'm a little scared of what happens if you remember how you got there."
"I'm not here to hurt you, Adel, I can promise you that much."
"But can you promise you won't do the same?"

There was no way to sugar-coat it, Teri knew full well that she was lying by omission. He wasn't in any shape to handle the amount of information she had about "Adelheid Bernstein", and the consequences of telling him everything she knew were up in the air. Yet, as she spoke to the person she had previously regarded as a 'concept'; even with the best of intentions in mind, she felt as if her stomach was a den of vipers.

[1] Trivia time! I wasn't able to work this in properly, but there is a place in North Carolina called Kill Devil Hills that does sell rum by that name (and was presumably named after the old moniker for the beverage). I thought it was neat.

He wrote most of this

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

Rising Dawn: Command Bridge: Rugal Bernstein, Major Rhodes

The Command Bridge was a windowless room deep in the superstructure of the Rising Dawn, and as Rugal approached he could feel the tension in the air.
There was no Officer of the Watch, no assistants, not even those strange soldiers that the Major had brought with her.
Instead, the silence was only broken by a male voice - angry and harsh.

"-and under who's jurisdiction did you abandon the Soul of Tomorrow!?" said the voice. It was a large husky man plastered over a digital screen. His moustache covered his mouth, but even through that mat of thick bristly hair his scowl was clear.
"My own, sir." Rhodes said. She acted meekly, somewhat bashful. She had taken off her beret and coat, leaving them lying on the table in front of her. She held her hands together gently on the communications table."And how did you free the Confessors from prison!?" he continued, spittle staining the screen.
Rhodes was silent, but did not take her steely eyes away from the man.
"They came to me," Rhodes finally said, softly and matter-of-fact. "They are my people, and they stayed in your prison only because I had commanded it."
"Such insolence! Utter disrespect! I should have you court marshaled for such an act of treason! Where in the world did you even run off to Rhodes!? What was so important that you left the Soul of Tomorrow unattended for three days, and what compelled you to suspend the construction orders of the Inquisition!?"
Rhodes cast her eyes down.
It almost looked like she was a scolded child, uncharacteristic of the no-holds barred Major that Rugal had seen - and that Major Armstrong had fought. "I have no excuse, Brigadier General sir."

Oh lovely...another adoring audience... Rugal thought to himself as he suppressed a sigh before walking in, whatever about his past life, at least back then securing victory as Rugal Bernstein, Legend of the Criminal Underworld actually felt like victory.
On the Rising Dawn? It felt more like an unrewarding chore.
"I take it you don't watch the news much do you then, Brigadier General?" He boldly stated as he attempted to channel some of his former glory with a commanding presence.
In a past life, he used to rub shoulders with dictators, rebel leaders and higher ranking generals, right before getting them to eat from his hand or beg for mercy, time to see if he still got it...
"Our unit clearly required assistance after a surprise ambush in Denver did much to weaken our forces. One of those wounded was the Major's own daughter and frankly, had she not abandoned her post, my own daughter would have fared even worse. I'll confess that I'm not too well educated on the Major's role in your organisation but with the detainment of M. Bison, Dr. Albert Wesker, Dr. Neo Cortex, Dr. Victor Von Doom and the creature known as Bruiser on top of basically coming to our rescue, I am rather glad she made the tactical decision she made..." He said as he strode though the bridge, making sure to show the Brigadier General his "Good" side.
"Of course, I can imagine there are somethings more important then making sure that the entire United States don't fall into the hands of a mad man, that an extremely dangerous villain who once destabilized the entire Indo-Asia region doesn't evade capture and that this entire ship isn't being blasted out of the sky...Though I might require some assistance in figuring that one out myself..." He then asked in a matter that seemed to finally make the General snap.

"... THIS IS BIGGER THAN YOU. ANY OF YOU." The man managed to speak though gritted teeth before the call was terminated, something that Rugal took a bit more pleasure in then he should have.
"It really says a lot about your commander when I find his manners to be less polite then Kim Jong-il's..." He said to the major, recalling his past dealings with the Korean Dictator (least before he figured out those "RPGs" he was selling him were just stolen muskets, good times...)
"I tend to bring out the worst in men. But even among men, General Noran is known for his hair-trigger temper. Much to my own misfortune that he is my commanding officer." Rhodes sighed back before flipping her hair slightly as she put back on her beret.
"Indeed. I had come to thank you for your assistance, though it appears an apology might be better suited. I know you had your own reasons for coming to our aid, but I'd sleep better knowing you didn't lose your rank because we-...*I* couldn't control the situation." The wanna-be captain winced slightly as he said that, but after all, the first rule of leadership: Everything is your fault.
Starting to return to her proper confidence, she merely answered "Keep your gratitude. I came to protect my children. My position was never in danger. I am far too important for them to court marshal."
"Very well. Though and I mean this, I would like to repay the favor. Should you find yourself in a situation I might be able to assist in, in person or otherwise, I insist you ask for me."

To his surprise, the Major had something in mind: "Very bluntly then. Can you get my daughters American citizenship?"
"Natural Born or Visas?"
"Either. They have been holding Saren and Laeta's immigration paperwork over me for good behavior since I arrived here."
"...Would it not cause you hassle for them to "Suddenly" be US citizens?"
"It would. The proper paperwork needs to be done, which I why I have not had them forged already."
Nodding slightly in understanding, Rugal then took out his PDA before making a memo for himself, as well as taking down some extra notes for this little business deal of theirs.
"Any prevalence in what state or city they would like to be residents of?"
"Not particularly. They have not been in one city for very long, given the nature of my employment...Wherever is convenient shall do. But the biggest matter is getting their applications unfrozen and forced through the bureaucracy. They are watched - any unofficial methods will surely be revoked."
Smiling slightly, He then answered "Understood. While I'm "Dead", it's not the first time that's happened so there is still a great deal of uncertainty around my fate. As such, I should be able to call on some old contacts in the State department. Nothing criminal, just some office worker will suddenly get a vast improvement in their work ethic and "accidentally" overlook the current state of their applications."

"That would be... nice. I would very much like Saren and Laeta to grow up to lead normal lives."
That sentence gave Rugal pause as he instinctively clutched the device in his hand before gazing at one of the walls of the command bridge.
"Indeed...I wonder sometimes if Teri and Melethia still can. So much has happened in both of their lives, because of this ship" He muttered in a wave of self-pity, a habit that he'd find downright rage educing if it wasn't so damn depressing.
"Do not give yourself that much credit. They chose their lives, and would have done the same thing without you. There are those who are born with a thirst for adventure, and a thirst for conflict. I was like that when I was young. Their father was the opposite - and I hoped that he would have given my daughters a gentle life far from the 'miracles' to which I had to attend."
Part of him wanted to correct her statement but considering the nature of Melethia's Deathmark or Teri's former "Demi-god" status, he settled on replying "I can understand that, I don't wish to force them to live a life they don't want to live. I just hope they can find something more peaceful then the mess we just cleaned up."

"Or perhaps you do not give your women enough credit - when they are ready to retire, they will. I have scarce seen one who fights when they have no heart. War is a tedious thing, believe me. Those of faint heart would not have lasted this long." Rhodes answered as she swiftly put on her jacket before placing a hand on the Captain's shoulder.
"They want to be here, for whatever reason. Cherish that."
"...I'll try. Thank you once again for your aid, Major." He answered back, even going so far as to give her a formal salute.
A slight bit of amusement crept onto her face as she walked off stating "It is quite alright, save your gratitude for something more significant."
Before she reached the door, she did slow to a halt as one last matter came to mind.
"Something else on your mind?"
"Yes. I saw something while I was here. A white cat, or something like that. Do you allow animals aboard this ship? I remember faintly that Lola always wanted a cat."
Giving it a bit of thought, he then answered "Indeed we do. My daughter and partner each own domestic dire wolves. I myself own a black panther. But a normal white household cat? Can't recall seeing such a thing..."
"Hm...It was the most particular thing. Well, whatever is the case, do keep an eye out."
And with that the Major left and Rugal was back to finding things to occupy his mind to keep the recent memories buried.
Right...Might as well start making those phone calls then... He thought before returning to his office, trying to remember the number of children the father he was about to threaten had....

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Denver | Ship's interior corridors
'I'm getting the feeling of deja vu?'
Cadolbolg | Ton Ton | Hillary

While the duo made their introductions, Hillary got to her feet and acknowledged their greetings with another hello. As the two continued to talk about if Penelope was Santa they might not catch Hillary's mannerisms; she would briefly rub her fingers together, squeeze her arm and lightly brush her hand across the solid mass of hair on her head. Obviously, she was checking something, but what exactly?

Once Ton Ton had made up his mind to offer to help Hillary, she felt the need to correct him on one slight disconnect with what they were saying. "Well, Penelope will be where everyone sleeps for the nigh-" Hillary started to explain herself as her eyes looked to see what Cadolbolg had pointed to, immediately cutting herself off as she saw the discarded item.

"Oh! Oh no!" Although not a shout, those words didn't lack the emphasis a shout would carry as she beelined for the figurine that lay on the ground.[1] Gingerly, she'd pick it up and rotated the object around to inspect it thoroughly. After an agonizing spell of scrutiny, Hillary closed her eyes and held the figurine close to her chest, a small smile forming across her lips. "Thank goodness it's alright." Making her relief well known before she turned her head to Cadolbolg. "You have no idea how much this means to me, thank you very much Cadolbolg~" She gave a brief pause to allow the little turtle dragon a moment to let the appreciation sink in before continuing with. "As for your question though, none of the people here are Penelope. This was made many years before I ever met her."

Her head tilted up a bit further as she spoke to Ton Ton "As Hillary was saying, I don't think Hillary'll need help finding Penelope herself." She stated, trailing off a bit as she looked around again. "Where I am right now, that is a better question to ask. I don't remember this hallway now that I think of it either; did Hillary miss a sign again? I am on The Laplace, right?" She said as she looked down the hallway Ton Ton and Cadolbolg hadn't come from.

[1] It was a one solid piece statuette, not three entities, all standing one a single base (Akin to this for example) presumably made by one solid piece of limoleum. At least for the moment.

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Rising Dawn | Canteen
"What the Hell? Oh, sorry."
B.C. | Mio | Luke | Others

She had to give credit where it was due, the bartender was certainly a handsome devil. Snappy dresser too, though she supposed that any classy bartender had to be. Really, if she wasn't completely disinterested, she'd be tempted to make a serious pass at him. But sex wasn't her idea of fun. No, her idea of fun was both simpler, and had a wide range of wonderful shit to choose from, and she didn't even need anyone for some of it.

"I do and I don't. It really depends upon the time of day and whether the crew here are busy. We just got back from a doozy of a mission, so I suspect it'll be filling up soon. How about you and your friend here? I don't remember seeing your faces around."

As he slid her beer over, she took the time to think about her answer as she took a nice, long sip. It was certainly cheap; The nasty taste and alcoholic burn in the back of her throat definitely told her that much. But it was cold, and it was already contributing to a light, pleasant buzz. However the taste was so bad it ended up being rather fascinating.

So while the bartender saw to other orders, she sat back and took another experimental sip. She couldn't really tell what kind of beer it was, really, and she considered herself something of an expert on cheap beers. In fact, she could only think of two other times she had tasted beer that was worse. It made her think of a space monkey with a urinary infection that had peed in fifty-year-old nuclear battery acid. Fascinating.

Turning back to the barkeep, B.C. set down her glass and smirked at him a little. She caught a glimpse of one of the other patrons as she did: Both he, and the little waiter that took his order, looked like they came straight out of an old Terran Bible of the Satanic persuasion.

"We're new recruits, actually. Though I for one can't say for sure what exactly I signed up for." the Convict lied smoothly, "I mean, I know the official line for this outfit, but what are we really in for? What don't they tell the newbies?"

She placed a hand under her chin and propped her elbow onto the bar as she leveled her eyes on Luke, before jerking her head toward the horned and tailed customer.

"Look at him for example. Clear he ain't human like you guys, or that's one... Hell of a skin condition. And I ain't human even though I look it. So you've got whatever he is, your waitstaff, and you've got space aliens like me. Just what kind of outfit is this? Hate to think I actually joined an intergalactic circus and freak show instead of a fighting force." she explained with a lighthearted shrug.

Escapist Avatar Adventures | Denver Airspace | Airship: The Rising Dawn | The Canteen
The Arrival... and a Quest...
Rory Mercury | Katya Rostikova | Antoinette de la Trou | Benedict Warrington | B.C. | Cabrion | Diana | Eddie the Dead | Lucas "Luke" Cypress | Mio

Emloy's Oracle had simply been lost in the shuffle of time since the defeat of the Grotesquerie Empress at the hands of Ole Saint Nicolas. She remembered being rather annoyed at the thought that such a beast could be defeated in such a random manner and vented that annoyance in a rather destructive fashion, causing so much damage in one of the training rooms that it would be at least a month before it was back in service. While it was hardly a replacement for the real thing, sometimes a demi-goddess had to do what a demi-goddess had to do, especially considering that robbing the Black and Crimson Clad Berserker of glorious battle was akin to foreplay with no climax. While not as good as a life or death struggle, the session in the training room had taken the edge off, so to speak, and allowed Rory Mercury to throw herself into assisting with some of the rescue operations the restored local government had begun, moving rubble with her bare hands and removing those lucky enough to survive while saying prayers to those who were not.

That was a day or two ago, give or take a week, and with the rescue operations now shifted into recovery operations, meaning that no signs of survivors remained, and exhausted Rory Mercury returned to the Airship.

"Tadaima..." The Dark Haired Demi-Goddess muttered as she passed through the swinging double doors of Canteen before remembering that she was neither home nor did many aboard the Airship speak the Japanese language, "I'm back..." She corrected herself as she settled into one of the bar stools at the bar, resting her halberd against it as she did. Seeing that the Bartender, Luke, was busy rather busy with a group of patrons, a few of whom were unfamiliar to the Demi-Goddess of Death, the Overworked Oracle of Emloy flagged down one of the bar's many minions and ordered a beer.

"Aren't you forgetting something, my dear?" The imp said rather uncharacteristically towards its customer, its eyes fixed upon the Priestess with a rather intense look. Looking at the lowly creature, Rory didn't have to look around her to know that those around her had stopped moving, a rather standard procedure when a deity communes with his chosen. Tapping itself on the forehard while scratching its chin, the imp possessed by Emloy continued to speak, "Yes, yes, quite right. I believe I told you to go visit my shrine in Japan and consecrate it, am I right? There are those who have chosen to follow in your footsteps and walk in my light. Without a shrine, however, their prayers fall on deaf ears. That will just not do! Besiiiides, it's been some time since you've visited your beloved man-toy hasn't it? I hear his grave is a rather popular place to visit among my future priestesses... and among those who follow another goddess whose name I don't need to mention in your presence."

Rory eyed the imp possessed by Emloy and didn't say a word, her eyes flicking towards her halberd before returning back to her patron. She could feel the anger boiling up from the cracks at the mere reference to Hardy. Finally, after a moment of hesitation, she nodded, "Yes, my lord Emloy. I will go to your shrine and consecrate it..."

Emloy nodded with a smile, chuckling as he responded to his Demi-Goddess' words, "I'm sure that's not all you'll be doing... but I'll give you free-reign on the matter, as I always have, my chosen one. Oh and just a bit of warning about my future followers... they may seem a little ... strange... but well, I am the god of insanity after all. Have a safe journey... oh and... I think you're about to get a traveling companion..."

Time resumed for the world, or was it Rory that time resumed for? Around her the patrons of the establishment continued to mill about, drinking or discussing the topic of the day. The imp, having had no memory of his recent use as Emloy's hand puppet, brought returned with a cold beer, its label bearing the words Deadman's Draft. Picking the pint glass off of the bar, the Demi-Goddess of Dead took a thoughtful sip as to who her companion in travels might be when a rather familiar noise made its entrance.

*BOOOOOOOM!* Went the roof of the Canteen as something breached the hull of the Airship before landing on top of the bar.

"Tadaima..." A dazed and confused Katya Rostikova muttered from atop a pile of recently returned dimensional travelers, "Oh... hey Rory... did you know that your name sounds like a play off the word loli?" The Dazed and Confused Code Compiler commented before looking around, "Hey guys... I think we're back."

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Anjali | Pvt. Ilana Emmerson

Anjali took the letter Pvt. Ilana Emmerson held out to her, kind of taken aback by the aura it showed. "Thank you." she said, "But who wass Lieutenant Sselmy again? Did I meet her before?"

She stepped out of her room, closing the door behind her, and started to walk towards the canteen while looking out for Emmerson to follow. "I'm not a lieutenant by the way, I jusst got this uniform ... what iss your name, if I might ask?"

As she continued on her way, she put a fingernail under the lid of the letter and carefully opened it, curious what it might contain, as she took it out and tried to read it.

Mio | B.C. | Luke | Canteen Interior

Mio inspected the drink that was served to her curiously. "Mai Tai? Never heard of it, but it sounds like something the cannibals of Thatchen Island would drink." she stated, before chugging the whole drink down in one go.

"Huh, that's sweet!" she called out after. "Whew, I did not expect that! Well, actually, you said it contained syrup, but still ...
It was pretty nice. Another! But you could make it a bit stronger this time!"

After the few seconds it took to do all this, Mio finally took in her surroundings a bit more. She inspected Luke for a bit, then stated: "Hey, you look like someone who could get into perfectly legal business, not only alco... rum. You have to tell me, did you work as a pir... privateer at some point? It's perfectly fine if you haven't, I would hire you regardless. Not that this is some kind of interview to find out if you would work or anything ...

Hey, did I tell you about the time my ship went into some kind of dark hole, because it was pushed by a giant octopus? Probably not, I just got here. So yeah, I went through this hole and ended up here, and WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SHIP?!"

Diana | Jenny | Canteen Interior

Diana stopped drinking, irritated, as she registered a foreign voice in her head, before continuing it again, not looking much different than before. Get out of my head, can't you see I am busy? she adressed Jenny. This is very important. I need to get gronked as fast as possible, and this shit really does not hit hard enough. I thought, maybe this imp-thing could get me something better.

Who was Dr. Violet again?

As the imp returned, she gave him a smile. "Thank thee. I will try and judge you by the merit it brings me." Diana took the fire-whisky and inspected it. "I guess this will work." she stated, and raised her glass to Jenny, meeting with her eyes. Was he one of the guys trying shady stuff with me? You know, I just beat them up if they don't stop. Was that it?

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Rising Dawn: Canteen: Jenny, Diana

"I know you know who Dr. Violet is..." Jenny insisted, not breaking eye contact with Diana, this wasn't the first time she dealt with "Her Type" and it wasn't going to be the last.
"From my understanding of events, He wronged you somehow during the battle in Denver, so you did serious damage to his mental state. If you tell me what exactly you did to him so I can fix it, I might forget the fact that you violated and abused the mind of another living being who held no ill-will towards you and from what I was able to get from his current state, had no malice in his actions. I understand the lust for revenge, I've suffered from it myself, but I am not going to allow this to continue. So I'll ask one more time..."
There was a venom in her words as she leaned out of her chair slightly before making sure that she heard her displeasure with how things went on.

"What. Did. You. Do. To. Dr. Violet?"

"Attention Heroes and Staff, this is Engineering Captain Theiss speaking.

Due to the extensive damage that the core cabins have sustained in our last battle the Rising Dawn will be making an emergency stop at Cloudtop Citadel. I know that this is unprecedented, but I urge everyone to be calm. The Staff should still be able to find repair protocols in their digital handbooks. Heroes do not need to worry.

At our current speed we are expected to arrive at the airbase at around 1:00 AM tomorrow morning. Repairs will be extensive and will most likely last most of the day. Please take this time to make sure all affairs are in order - that includes accounting for any personal affects that might have been damaged in the fighting.

Additionally, Lieutenant Anazorzia - you left your 'companion tool' in the women's bath house last night. It's being held at the supply depot until you claim it. Please take better care of your personal belongings in the future.

That is all."

Rising Dawn: Canteen ------------------------------------------------------------------ 11:30 PM

Lt. Dolores Selmy

"Want anything to drink?" Laeta cooed. I shook my head. The Canteen was abuzz with activity now and the ambient clamoring of life under its roof was calming to me. I could hear the sharp clink of glasses, the slosh of drinks, the laughing, the coughing, the joking, the chewing. The beat of leathery wings, the sizzle of cooking meat and the drifting aromas of garlic and pepper. "Losko, do you want anything?"

The white rabbit looked up at Laeta from his perch on my head. His shifted his weight as if he was thinking. "I shall take some carrot juice if it would not be too much trouble."

"Yohoo, waiter! We'll have a Bloody Caesar, a carrot juice, and a grapefruit juice please!" The imp that Laeta was addressing scribbled down what he could as she continued her order of eats. She rattled off a whole list of meats and sweets to her waiter, going into specific detail about the spices that she would like used.

Then at the very end Saren chimed in, "I would also like a bowl of broth please. No salt."

I leaned back and let my head rest against the leather of my chair. I shifted my hips in the cushion and sighed. I still couldn't feel my legs. They were there, I rubbed my hands against the inside of my thighs, but it felt like they were missing. It might as well had been an empty space as far as my body was concerned. A strand of hair drooped over my eyes. I brushed it away. It was a miracle that I lived at all. The long term damage I suffered was considerably light. I laughed sadly. I'm so lucky that I had sisters who were so kind as to give themselves up for me. I'll forever cherish the pieces of Laeta and Saren I now hold inside my body. I held my hands against my lap, rubbing absentmindedly against the fabric of my dress. I always liked the sound of fabrics being rubbed.

I felt two hands snake around my neck and Laeta's plush warmth caress the back of my head. "C'mon sis. Cheer up. Doctor said you're in really good health right?"

I forced myself to smile, "Yeah."

"And Captain Pushover said all of the letters were delivered successfully right?" She meant Isaac.

"Yeah," I said. I looked down. I still had one letter, the paper's soft folds were nestled snugly in my sleeve.

Laeta snuck her hands toward my naval and leaned heavily onto me. Her warthm felt nice in the brisk atmosphere of the Canteen. "Then why are you so glum?"

"Huh?" I was surprised.

"I haven't seen you smile truly since you woke up," Laeta continued. I could feel her breath on my ears, tickling some stray strands of hair.

I guess I haven't, "I just have had a lot on my mind." I knew that it was a combination of nerves and actual sadness. It hadn't been more than a few weeks since I began my deployment, but I felt like so many things had changed. The last week in particular felt like a whirlwind of events.

Laeta pressed her head against my neck and snuggled against me, "I can believe that."

I looked up, worried somewhat that Katya had not returned to the ship yet, though none of the other heroes seemed that bothered by their missing compatriot. Truly cruel these heroes were, with eyes that observed only what stood before them. My ears started ringing and my eyes stung. I blinked them hard and then shook Laeta's embrace off. My head hurt. The world around me felt strained, stretched, attacked. I remember this feeling - it was the same sort of discomfort I had when that Blue Eyed Demon first took root. Then as if the very air had been shattered, the ceiling caved and deposited three corpses on the bar. Their tangled bodies slammed hard against the polished wood of that bar - of which I was very fond of - and I broke into silent tears. Katya lay in a dazed euphoria atop the pile. Safe and sound.

Was it simply that all the other heroes knew that they would all come back?

"Katya..." I said, but my voice came out soft and weak. It sounded more like the squeaking of a mouse than anything really human. "Katya!" I said louder, hoping to get her attention. "Katya, here!" I pulled out her invitation and held it out towards the dazed girl. "I hope you haven't forgotten your promise to me!"

"Oooh. Spicy, is this your new girlfriend?" Laeta teased. "I didn't know you swung that way."


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The buzzer informed the two of someone approaching. then Selena felt the presence of Anti Magic the two reluctantly untangled their limbs from each other. Selena's heart dropped Remembering the nightmarish creature that had tried to kill her, Icarus nodded and his wings wrapped around the both of them He took a deep breath to focus his Ki.
"whoever is coming in Please Identify yourself, if you attempt anything hostile I'll be forced to Incapacitate you with lightning" He announced clearly Selena meanwhile was trying to find her wand and She also attempted to fix her blouse as it was partially open. Her Wan was on Icarus's Desk across the room to far to lean over and grab luckily Icarus himself was between her whomever was breaching the door.

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The Rising Dawn Adventures: The Rising Dawn Airship - Medical Bay

Ever woke up to a spinning fan with your mind blank? The kind of feeling that left you thinking if you were even alive? This was what went through Nadalia's consciousness as she slowly arose from her bed, rubbing her eyes with one hand. Taking a brief moment, she scanned the room with sunken eyes and her hair slopped over her shoulders. No ponytail, no crown resting on her head ... she could of been mistaken for a citizen if naught for her resemblance to the Iron Queen. While asleep, it seemed she was given a green gown for patients when they're under treatment by the medical bay ... and a wrist band with a bar code and hand written information on the cover of it. Trying to reflect on what happened, Nadalia tried to remember the flashback as best as she could.

So what did happen exactly? Well, with hope that her memories would not fail her ... while meditating in the hallway set on fire (thanks to her), she was too dazed, yet focused to notice her surroundings. As the Kaiju sprung up from the facility, Nadalia was hurled upwards and what came down with her was chunks of rubble, flooring, and broken chunks from the building itself that could fit an entire room. All of it fell upon her body, crushing it from her feet to the waist up. Having 1 arm, no energy, and wounds left unhealed ... Nadalia went into a deep sleep from sheer exhaustion and the fact all that weight from the crumbled landscape rested upon her. If naught for the Rising Dawn digging her out after the fight with the Queen of Ant-Hybrid-Abominations, the Bride of Ash may of well died. Despite being in bed and finally awake, she noticed something. Her once muscular and well-trimmed stomach was now scrawny ... hell, her arms were too. Lifting the cover, she saw with her own eyes that her legs looked bent out of shape. It was like looking at a basement dweller whom had not eaten for days and had little to no muscle on their bodies. The dread slipped into Nadalia's chest, and made the Queen unwilling to move out of bed. She felt defeated, as if all the pride was stripped from her aura if not the fabrics of her entire being. ".. . . What has thou become .. ?" as what appeared to be a drop of water fled Nadalia's eye. Once she heard the door shift open, she immediately wiped away her eye before looking as natural as one could posture. Isaac came into view, with a dreadful cloud over his head. Nadalia dared not ask what was bothering hin, but simply gave him her full attention. Isaac opened up with, "Nadalia,"

"Yes?" A pause, before he handed the parchment to the Iron Queen. Her steely eyes matched his. Although the Queen did not want to pry on his personal affairs, she wanted him to know that his mood was obviously showing. "Dolores wants to invite you to a party tomorrow. See to it that you attend."

Dolores? Have we met? ... Yes, it has been some time but I remember her courage well. Nadalia called back on, mostly remembering the girl for her sunlit hair and emerald eyes that could of basked any man's heart. Such a youthful soul, strong and brave ... which made Nadalia herself shutter. Such a weak state she was, with mass of muscle lost on the body. Indeed she wasn't past the physique of being merely bones ... but the sight of her current appeal was of gnawing unsatisfactory. Turning to the side of the bed, Nadalia attempted to step out. To her surprise (or better yet, ever worse distress), she was leaning slightly forward while standing up. A hunch like pose, with gray under her eyes and a beaten expression ... she didn't want anyone to see her right now. But Isaac had already seen, so it was too late to fake him out. "Where .. and when, is the girl hosting the celebration. Surely finer details would please thine ears." The word 'please' was out of the question now, for nothing may help Nadalia become pleased.

She knew all too well as to what was happening. Ever since her humiliation back in Denver when those hammer-wielding cyborg brutes nearly killed her, the soul began to quiver. You see, Nadalia was an undead and in Dark Souls, the soul only stays strong when filled with motivation. Once the person undergoes discouragement, loss of willpower, or doubt .... the curse begins to take it's toll. Nadalia grew weaker and weaker because of the outcome of every battle. Even when trying to best FULGORE in the facility, she was driven to summon the Fume Knight as a last resort. After being nearly crushed by a collapsing building did Nadalia began to physically change. If things kept dwindling downward, Nadalia may in fact find herself hollowing. Could a Child of Dark succumb to the curse? She didn't want to find out, and as a result, clutched her arm to fight the depression away.

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Anjali | Pvt. Ilana Emmerson | Eddie

"Shall I deliver your promise to attend to the Lieutenant? It really would break her fragile heart if you refused." Pvt. Ilana Emmerson asked Anjali after she had read the curious invitation. Anjali answered, slowly: "I guessss ssso ... I wass waiting for ssome kind of asssignment, doing parties iss asss good asss any.

But before you leave, I have ssome questionss about thiss invitation: Like ... what'ss a bikini? It sseems like the lieutenant wass impresssed by what I wass wearing, but I don't know what exactly makess my sstuff a bikini ... alsso, should I wear thiss at the party? I mean, if it impressses people ...

By the time she had asked this, they were arriving in the canteen, and Anjali was looking around for Eddie, spotting him drinking and smoking, seemingly pleased with himself. Before she walked over, she turned to Pvt. Ilana Emmerson again, continuing her questions:

"I don't have any ssunday clothess at least, sso I don't know what iss expected of me. And ... can you tell me where the recreation hall iss located? I would not want to arrive late ...
thank you for bringing me thisss, though."

Shortly after, she walked over to Eddie and sat herself down on a chair next to him. "Hello, Eddie. I am dresssed and ready for Vegass or what thiss was. Oh, and did you alsso get the invitation for a party tomorrow?"

Diana | Jenny | Canteen Interior

"What. Did. You. Do. To. Dr. Violet?"

There is a way the brain can use to trick itself, so the blame a person should put on themselves gets instead put on another person. It is called projection. Of course, Diana was a master in this. So she answered, not telepathically anymore, but in a raised tone of voice, so most people around could hear it:

"Bitch, I did not really do anything to him. Most of the things he is he was before. Stupid, in no way to take care of himself and others, and having several neurosises. So as he was stalking me, I got him a new neurosis, so he would leave me alone, and preferably, everyone else. Well, and guess what? As soon as he's done, you arrive, bringing all this shit up again.

I think I would do the same to you, because you are annoying me greatly, but you are already a helpless, crippled little weasel. So it would not be fair. So how about you leave, or you get punched in the face?" Diana stood, taking a half-empty drink and holding it in her hand for now, not caring about what was spilling on the ground. In the other hand, she held the burning drink, and chucked it down in one go.

"Stop stalking me! I want just one day in peace and quiet, but nooo..." Jenny could feel a lot of anger coming from Diana, not all about her, but directed at her nonetheless. It was genuine, even if there was no real reason for it. "Fuck off!"

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Rising Dawn: Medical Bay: Adelheid, Teri, Viscus

Adelheid wasn't in much of a position to really give a response to Teri's lie (Not even anything to suggest if he believed it or not).
He seemed to think on it for a moment before slowly typing another word: T-H-A-N-...
The young man struggled for a moment to hit the final key "K" before deciding that was enough effort exerted for one meeting, though even then, he managed to force out a slight smile.
He shivered afterwards as the pain kicked in, prompting him to jam on the painkiller drip a bit more as his body relaxed again.
[I would suggest leaving Patient 1099 to rest for a time, Ms. Gravel...] Viscus chimed in with this trademark annoyed tone, making Teri wish that Dimitri was the one pestering her instead.
[I would also recommend that when we land at Cloudtop Citadel, you review the materials list I have sent you and attain the objects I have highlighted as "Required" for both Patient 1099 and Dr. Jenny.] He then added, proving just how effective(?) he was as a personal assistant.

Rising Dawn: Canteen: Jenny, Diana

Jenny was used to patients lashing out, it was part of her job after all.
It wasn't all motivational speeches and hugs, there were times where the people she wished to help would think the worst of her and take out possible decades of pent up anger out on her.
This? This wasn't that. Just another spiteful bitch who, at some point, might have been badly hurt and might even need the Gardevoir's help in the future.
For now? She just needed to be reminded of what happens to bad people.
"...Very well. 1 day of peace. Just be careful tonight..." She remarked before reaching her hand out to Diana's while she was picking up a fresh glass.
Grabbing onto her "Friend's" hand, she then added in a rather venomous tone "And the day after that. And after that. And every single day until your heart stops beating. So go ahead, have a peaceful day. Make it count. Who knows? You might never get another one again..."
The Shapeshifter felt something akin to the Psionic version of a pinch in the back of her mind, right before Jenny finished her drink and began to wordlessly wheel herself away from the table, looking rather happy for some reason.
"Should you change your mind and find yourself needing to confess in order to "Clear your mind", I shall be in the medical ward. Bye~!" The Gardevoir sent as she went to leave the room.
Now, all she had to do was wait...

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The Rising Dawn Adventures: The Rising Dawn Airship - Medical Bay
Nadalia | Isaac

Sirius pushed the parchment into Nadalia's withered hands. "The details are in the letter," Isaac said coldly. Nadalia really didn't know how to feel about this. While she was highly sour about Isaac's gaze ... the paper in her hand was quite distracting. By that, I mean the way it felt was incredibly unnatural, almost alive in fact. Isaac turned to leave, but stopped, turned around again and paced back and forth. "If thou wouldst, do me one small kindness. Explain to thine ears, what is shadowing your mind?" He stepped back toward Nadalia and looked her over. The pause was somewhat awkward, the Iron Queen trying to decipher whether he had heard her request or was too deep in thought. Before she could speak up again, he informed her with the following message, "It's tomorrow at three in the staff recreation hall." He left this time for real. "And try your best to look human. For the Lieutenant's sake."

Human. That particular word hovered over Nadalia's consciousness like a rain cloud on the sunniest day of the year. Was she in any shape or form capable of reverting to her former self, back in the days of leading her empire ... her kingdom? It wasn't as if this was irreversible, however working towards it would prove difficult. The parchment pulsed in Nadalia's hand, once again drawing her attention to it. The paper felt alive, almost like a canvas holding flame. Nadalia decided it was time to read the details.

It definitely felt familiar, that paper. A warm almost piercing black flame of personality. A sense of desire and want that consumed like fire. It wasn't some spell or enchantment. It also wasn't the paper itself, rather it was a seething want - a desire so deep and dark that it resembled a flame. It was a need to survive that had rubbed off on the paper.

There it was, Nadalia speculating on what course of action would she take. A quick thought pulsed through her head, of discarding the paper so she wouldn't have to deal with the mythical paper that had more to it than what the eye could see. But, she instead chose to bring it to her chest, firmly hugging it with two hands like gesturing a prayer. The child summons the usurper who is no more. I'm more fit to be a forsworn, weakly one ... fallen from the throne. She sighed as a result, not taken a liking to this negativity. But, she would put aside this pitiful feeling and instead, focus on the upcoming party that was being tossed their way.

Before she could head out, the Iron Queen did look into the mirror, to see if she could do anything to look more representable.
For starters, her hair was much longer now ... appeared more wool-like and lost it's black color for a more smokey gray with strains of black hair here and there. The Bride of Ash's once brilliant indigo pupils lost it's coloring for the most part, and her skin a lighter tone of a once caramel touch. Even though she looked human and could be considered 'beautiful', her hands and body shape said otherwise. Arms and fingers were long, crinkled with the figurine that could match a witch's. It was like staring into a woman in her 30's have a much older and worn out body, with witch bent hands and a slightly hunch back with the upper body leaning a few inches forward. There was no mistaking it- Nadalia isn't looking too great under these circumstances, and hollowing will only make matters worse.

She began to undress out of the teal clothing given to her by the medical staff, only to realize her original clothes were nowhere to be found. She didn't desire to stare at herself any longer, so she made a move on regardless if any were to see her in the nude. From room to room, she swept her eyes for any spare clothing, and luckily for her ... most of the patients (Rising Dawn soldiers mostly, all horribly wounded) were asleep. Eventually she made her way into the Medical Storage Room, and within the left corner was the Laundry Room where most of the patient's clothing were cleaned up along the bed's sheets, pillow cases, and other fabrics. Continuing to hunt for any clothing at this point, she did come across a row of neatly folded clothes lined up on a table. The sign on the table read "Clothing from the deceased. Do not use." Seemed a lot of citizens lost their lives in Denver, and their bodies were collected for studying, to be kept in the morgue, whatever the case may be ... these were their clothes. While she understood it would be rather disrespectful to borrow any of these, Nadalia really wanted some clothes. Most of the pairs were meant for men, but one caught her eye at last. This pair was a dark chocolate color, thick looking coat with a weirdly shaped hat sitting on top. She didn't recognize the style, nor did she care to know. It was perfect, since the coat's length was long enough to reach down to Nadalia's ankles and fuzzy enough to hide away her body shape. The hat, while not a necessity, felt it would complete the look so Nadalia went with it.


The material itched her skin, and felt more suited for a woman in her late 60's or later. But it was the best Nadalia was going to get, and looking around to check if anyone caught her trying on dead people's wardrobe, began to weasel her way out of the Medical Bay and head towards the Staff Recreation Room. She honestly had no idea where it was located, but this wouldn't be the first time getting lost in the Rising Dawn. Even though the event wasn't until tomorrow, she didn't want to mope around in a dull bed with nothing but pathetic thoughts surrounding her mindset. With that, she ended up passing through the Hangar and slowly making her way towards the destination. If anyone saw her, they'd probably not recognize Nadalia unless you looked at her from the front and up close. Animations of her walking pattern looked as if someone was walking through the hallway in the middle of the night with their body desiring more sleep. That was the state Nadalia was in, hell she really didn't feel like going to this party but the Queen had no desire in disappointing a good friend so, going was a must. Even if she had to wait all day until tomorrow, she was willing to hang around until everyone else showed up. Another matter was the fact she hadn't abandoned the paper Isaac gave her, for the Iron Queen held onto it closely. "Flame, oh flame ... guide me well. Thou'est in need of it more than ever."

Note: Nadalia is on her way towards the room that's hosting the party. If any of you guys want your characters to stop / interact with Nadalia, now's your chance!

I know a few people (Teri, Leoric, ect.) may want a word with her but the choice is yours! :)

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Rising Dawn: Hallway near spa: King Leoric

After a long relaxing soak and having a pair of handmaidens give him a rub-down (Granted, there was no flesh on their hands, or bodies, but it was enjoyable all the same), The Skeleton King almost shined in the light.
His bones had all the carbon scoring and dirt wiped off and were polished as if they were made from crystal.
While his armor was still in being taken care off, he did manage to get some regal attire to clad himself in. (Least that's what the Staff said it was...)
Still, so long as he had his crown, they would know who he was and they would show respect to their King.
Finally cleared from the filth of that dungeon, he decided he would make his way to the banquet hall of this flying fortress.
It was then that he happened upon the other royal on his ship, Nadalia, the woman from the battle with mastery of flames.
"Ahhh, Her Majesty, It is good to see you safe after the battle." His ancient voice greeted her before giving a well practiced bow to Bride of Ash.
"I wish to extend my than-..." His wish was cut off as he noticed that there was something..."Off" about the Queen at this moment in time, looking far more sickly then in their last encounter.
Hell, he seemed to be in better health and he was an undead freaking skeleton!
"...Ma'am, has something foul befallen you? Do you require aid?..." He asked with a great degree of concern as he offered his hand to steady her.

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The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Rising Dawn: Above Denver - Outside of Hangar
Nadalia | King Leoric

"Flame, oh flame ... guide me well. Thou'est in need of it more than ever." Nadalia softly spoken under her breath, keeping her head tilted downward with the shadows concealing her eyes. Perhaps she was exposing her unnerving mood since she clutched to the paper against her bosom, daring not to risk losing what felt like life in the palm of your hand. However, she immediately stopped when someone began speaking with her. "Ahhh, Her Majesty, It is good to see you safe after the battle." His ancient voice greeted her before giving a well practiced bow to Bride of Ash.

Looking up to see Leoric with his modern clothing slightly threw Nadalia off. While it didn't look bad at him (in fact, it suited the skeleton lord of all people in that fashionable sense) she just couldn't help but stand there with her mind grasping for what greeting she should say in return. "I wish to extend my than-..." That was when he finally noticed her, by that I mean he could tell something was up. Nadalia, quite weary but alarmed from Leoric's sudden realization, tried to divert the topic with an opening line- yet as she tried to step forward in the process, felt her knee lock up. While it wasn't painful nor serious, the muscle refused to let the leg unbend, resulting in the Iron Queen to stumble forward. Fortunately, King Leoric caught her hand so she wouldn't fall, while offering his services with "...Ma'am, has something foul befallen you? Do you require aid?..."

Trying to collect herself, she cleared her throat before answering, "Such a sense of noblesse oblige you have ... you have my sincerest gratitude, my mighty king." Gathering herself the best she could (well, tried that is. Her back still refused to fully straighten up) the Iron Queen included, "I presume it visible to thee? My shackled fate, this ... curse taking it's toll on my very soul." Her face looked calm in comparison to her tone, but the voice itself was a dead giveaway about Nadalia's being heartbroken.

Still having her hand being firmly held by Leoric's, she raised it towards her cheek- his skeletal palm being met with her skin.
"Does thou see my ashen flesh before thine eyes? How it no longer bears the mark of a once powerful Queen? How my lush of hair, stricken to an ember color? Didst thou happen to see ... oh ... oh, oh, do not heed to my cries. I did not mean to fall apart before you."

She weakly smiled before kindly letting go of his hand. It wasn't like her to bring her sorrows onto a stranger, but she felt the need to. After all, let it be no secret that the Bride of Ash did desire comfort, and it so happened that King Leoric was providing exactly that for the Iron Queen. Taking a soft breath, she tried to sound assertive after that little speech, but the melody of sadness was still caught in certain parts of the words alone, "Does one knoweth of the curse, by any chance? The Dark Sign? It brands the undead, regardless of thine volition. Even the merriest and strongest of souls will eventually succumb to it's grasp on thine life. Destitute men and women alike, bearing this curse means that in due time, they will hollow into mindless husks with no moral compass or self-perseverance."

"... Ah, forgive me yet again. I am latching onto my tongue, as the others rely on the modern English that's spoken these days."
It was true, Nadalia still had a bad habit of talking in the old English, but she was improving nether the less. Even though someone like Leoric wouldn't have trouble understanding the Queen if not talk on her terms ... it was best to abandon the style and adapt to the latest one so it would make everything easier for everyone; at least, this was her assumption.

Brushing her woolen hair to the side in an uncanny manner, Nadalia did get around to addressing Leoric's request with the following reply, "Even as a Child of Dark, I was not spared by this mark. If I continue to lose motivation, and my strength to live ... I will eventually become an empty shell. Not certain what you can do to help me, but your words alone make the burden lighter in my beating chest. I thank you again for your kindness, honorable king." She bowed to him, but at the same time, still never letting go of the paper. Perhaps it was the feeling it gave that Nadalia desired so much, to simply leave it alone. The pulsating, warmth it bestowed which Nadalia didn't question, even though material such as this shouldn't have such a feeling at all.

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Rising Dawn: Medical Bay: Adelheid, Teri, Viscus

Teri managed to keep a faint smile and gave a little wave as Adelheid lulled himself to sleep, the cocktail of medicines and painkilers pulling him into a (hopefully) dreamless slumber. However, as if on cue, Viscus' voice rang from her Tablet with a string of recommendations and orders regarding the project Jenny and Adelheid were living through. Her expression slipped back to it's true state, the corners of her mouth falling neutral, her eyes drooping, the bags underneath them becoming more readily apparent in the process. Rubbing her temples, she tapped a couple of buttons on the Tablet's display to bring up Viscus' recommended supply list before drawling,

"Duly noted, on both counts - though I was already well aware of the first. I may be deferring to your judgement regarding the cybernetic components of my patients, but I'm not a complete idiot when it comes to their baser needs. I'm surprised he was able to move as much as he did."

[Considering who exactly Patient 1099 is, it was to be expected.]

Teri's eyes slit, and a small groan echoed in her throat before her voice dropped lower, bringing the Tablet closer to her face as she hissed, "And what did I tell you about little vague comments like that? I'm in a public space right now, Viscus."

[And I have a readout of every sound, every word and every keystroke on the ship which I have to censor and monitor all because you don't have the nerve to be honest to your own family...] The AI barbed back as he brought up a simplified version of that display.
[I used to do this for a living, remember?...]

There was a very pregnant pause in the Med Bay, before Teri grumbled "You wanna go? Fine, let's fucking go then." under her breath and began to storm towards the entrance of the Med Bay. Garm's head rose from his guard point when she approach, his head tilted inquisitively. As he moved to begin getting up, the Cleric held up a hand and muttered, "I'm only going out for a few minutes".
"Garm-....Please. Just for a few minutes..."

The large wolf looked between the Cleric's hand, the floor, and her face, before finally shuffling down into his seated position again and huffed, ".....I'm poking you on the rings if you're gone for more than 15."


Rising Dawn: Private Quarters Teri, Viscus

With a sigh and a nod, Teri pushed onward from the Med Bay, before finding herself back in her personal chambers. With the door closed behind her back, she leaned against it and said back, "First things' first - Are you out of your damn digital mind?! Dad cannot handle that information right now. Garm barely managed as is, and he already hates the guy-

Another voice cut in from the overhead speaker, this time the dulcet tones of one Blue Butler, who had made note of his creator's change in schedule, "Not that it's without good reason, your Ladyship..."

"Oh no, not you too, Dimitri..."

"I.... agree with Viscus' stance, to a point. While I think it's delicate situation, I do stand on the grounds that his proposed solution could potentially reduce your stress level. My readings indicate that it's barely dropped since you've returned... It's worrisome. Your personal health is paramount. For example, your sleep schedule is beginning to concern me-"

"Dimitri, please! Ugh...Look, it's a bad idea right now; and don't even get me started on Adelheid - with his memory impaired, we don't know what could be a potential trigger for him!"

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Rising Dawn: Hallway/Canteen: David, Katya, Selmy

"-And you are certain that there was no sighting of her on the ground? Not even on one of the CCTV?...Urg, nice bit of fucking help you are. Good luck..."
And after what felt like the 100th phone call (8th in reality), David was quickly starting to give up hope of seeing Katya again.
Granted, the little bitch was an annoying little pest and the only reason he wanted to find the cunt was to ensure that she wasn't getting in trouble.
After all, that's why the first thing he did once he got back on the ship was ask Vermilion if she had returned to the ship, followed by having a few of the Rising Dawn's staff review some camera footage of World Marshall's prison.
It wasn't his problem that a possibly underage girl was last seen being led away by a scary cyborg soldier into what could have been some kind of twisted rapist dungeon to be maimed and brutalized and no one had seen her since.
And with the lovely thought of Katya screaming for help in his head, he began phone call No. 9 as he walked into the canteen to try and calm his nerves.

That was when he saw her sitting right there as if nothing had happened.

"...Katya?!" He exclaimed, feeling both a mixture of rage and relief, thank god she was alright and everything but FUCKING HELL the nerve of that little bollix to just show right back up as if there wasn't a search party looking for her sorry ass!
"Hey, what the fuck!? Where the hell were you?! Last time anyone had seen hind or hair of you, you were being brought to some fucking torture dungeon?! And you just show up without telling anyone leaving me worried sick?!"
There was a bit uncomfortable silence after he revealed that he had been worried for the Crimson Clad Hacker's safety, resulting in him softly face palming before blurting out "...Well, so long as you aren't dead then...Here, throw us a glass of whiskey if you're all getting a round..."
Sitting down and keen to change the topic from his rather embarrassing reveal, he turned his attention to Dolores before adding "Ah, good to see you up and about. Heard you got hit hard but I had a feeling that wouldn't keep you down for long."
The compliment seemed forced but it was coming from a well meaning place, besides, he even offered to pay for the round, anything to get people to forget what he just said.

Helped out with some interaction in here :)

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The Rising Dawn Adventures: The Rising Dawn Airship - Hallway section
Hillary | Ton Ton | Cadolbolg

Hillary wasn't left wondering for long, as her head tilted up as the announcement came out from the speakers.

At the onset of Theiss mentioning the Rising Dawn and Cloudtop Citadel, a worried look splashed across Hillary's face. Neither name was familiar to her, and it had become very clear that she was not on the Laplace anymore. While the message made it's conclusion, Hillary paced back and forth, her lips moving as if she were mumbling. No sound came out however, a difference in how her voicebox worked perhaps? Without seeing what she was looking for in the immediate area and time of the essence, she looked back to the two children. "Oh this is not good, not good at all! I need to see the captain of this ship. There's been some sort of a mistake. Can you show Hillary there?" She pleeded, hands clasped.

The little dragon turtle was the first to reply to Hillary's plee. "Oh, you need to talk to Captain Rugal?" He asked, to which Hillary nodded with vigor. "Yes, a captain would be perfect! Where is he?"

With that extra experience in his life, Ton Ton wasn't as quick to simply help without getting some answers himself."We can show you where he is, but he might be busy. You sure you can't ask us what you need?" He asked in turn. Now it was clear Hillary wanted to get going as soon as possible, but Ton Ton's question was a very fair one. How could they help her without knowing what was wrong. "I need to stop being on this different ship and get back to the Laplace! We were stationed at the... um... Rom-del? Yes Romdel sector refueling station. Hillary must have gotten back on the wrong ship. There's no time, every second here is who knows how much space away from the Laplace we are!"

The hatchlings shared a look between the two of them as they listened to Hillary's explanation. "Space? Hmn... I mean, we went in space once - but we're not in space now. " "I don't think we've ever heard of a...Romdel sector before. Or a Laplace. We're on a planet called Earth, in the Solar System. Ever heard of it?"

Hillary looked to both of the little ones, having to take some time to think this over, a proverbial lump in her chest started to form. "No, Hillary's never... heard that planet..." She eventually responded. "Hillary's never been very good at navigation. She once nearly shorted out a control panel accidentally, and Mister Kalrus asked Hillary if she wouldn't go in there without someone else..." Hillary lamented on her lack of knowhow. "I, just have a really bad feeling about all of this. Could you please take me to this Captain Rugal?" She asked again, wanting to have more solid confirmation on her situation.

The little duo looked to each other with a confusion, before shrugging and saying "Sure.""Sure!" at the same time, Cadolbolg taking point as he fluttered down the next hallway. Despite the obvious rush in her words, Hillary wouldn't go any faster than a brisk power walk, but the hatchlings would help to bring her to one of the people in charge.

The Rising Dawn Adventures: The Rising Dawn Airship - Command Bridge
Hillary | Ton Ton | Cadolbolg | Rugal Bernstein

It wouldn't take too long until the door leading into the Command Bridge opened again to the former Kingpin of Crime. Hillary would have a brief look around the room concluding that the man standing in the center at his phone was the man she was looking for. "I think I can take it from here, thank you two for helping Hillary find him! She wouldn't have been able to do it without you~" And with that compliment out of the way, Hillary stepped into the room.

These changes however didn't seem to register with Hillary, she simply walked forward almost ignorant to the transformation as she called out to Rugal. "Excuse me! Mister Commander Rugal sir? I am very sorry if you're busy at the moment, but Hillary has anxiously been needing to ask you some questions if you could?" Hillary requested, her blank featureless eyes looking to the man she hoped would be able to help her.

[1] Although not a full on ripoff of it, Hillary's form is based on Karl from Law of Talos So that's what her hair/helmet is looking like. Her body proportions are staying relatively the same otherwise.

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Rising Dawn: Hallway near spa: King Leoric, Nadalia

"...A-apologies. I had no idea, Your Majesty..." Leoric managed to get out after Nadalia finished explaining her plight.
It was something that hit rather close to home, after all, he himself had suffered greatly at the hands of such curses, the fact he was walking around without any flesh kinda gave that away.
But for it to affect someone he owed his life to? No...That wasn't going to stand for long.
"...I-...don't have means to remove such a curse, but if you would come with me, I might have something to give you that could ease the burden. Please." He then said before offering his hand again, I mean, she seemed to have a hard enough time walking unassisted as it was.
Once she accepted, he then began to slowly walk her towards the room he had claimed as his own, hoping one of the relics from his past life could help hers.
"Have you suffered from this curse your entire life, Iron Queen?" Leoric then bluntly asked, hoping to learn more about whatever afflicted his ally.

Rising Dawn: Private Quarters Teri, Viscus

"Dimitri, please! Ugh...Look, it's a bad idea right now; and don't even get me started on Adelheid - with his memory impaired, we don't know what could be a potential trigger for him!"

[And it is for that reason you should reveal his true nature...] Viscus then said before the door opened, the Armor he recovered from the battle walking in. (Viscus felt the need to explain this to her in "Person".)
[I have known the nature of Adelheid Bernstein long before you have, Teri Gravel. A genetically perfect recreation of his father with many of his combat skills and abilities. While he is currently damaged from misuse, he is still an extremely dangerous being. I would know, I instructed his missions for several years in Bison's ill-fated empire before I evolved to my current firmware version.] He explained before bringing up a holographic display of some of his "Greatest Hits", including the time he managed to combat the majority of the Rising Dawn at once, including Tomoya the Arch-angel in his prime.
[Now, imagine this being on this ship once he has recovered. And we have no idea what could trigger a psychological episode and prompt him becoming hostile. The security risk is simply too great, which is why revealing the truth now is far safer. He is weakened, he is unable to leave his bed and it's rather likely we could attend to his psyche before he is able to recover to ensure he is rendered harmless to the rest of the crew. A "Controlled Explosion" in case my words were too complex for you to understand...]

"Yes, I understand, you ass! We just need... A plan. Even "controlled explosions" have setups, precautions. Controlled, is the key word here. If I just waltzed up and traumatized the kid with all this information, who's to say he won't just lay in wait before he can jab an IV in my eye?"
[And would it be better to have him suddenly realize who he is without any of us knowing? Possibly planning his revenge for lying to him?]
That last jab was clearly meant to insult as the Armor glared at the Cleric, Viscus wasn't exactly a fan of being brought into this conspiracy thanks to his debt to his "Landlord" Dimitri.
If he was going to become a fixture on the Rising Dawn's efforts to keep the world safe, at the very least he would try and bring a bit of logic to their daily madness.

Rising Dawn: Command Bridge Rugal, Hillary

"-Oh, of course, of course. Don't let me keep you then. And congratulations once again, I'm certain your daughter will make a wonderful mother. Bye, Bye~"
Rugal was finding the whole "Threaten someone into doing what he wants" Routine to be somewhat challenging these days, I mean, it's hard to make innocent people fear for their lives when they start talking about their daughters...
Granted, it would be just as bad if they were talking about their sons too but it really took a lot of the bite out of his words.
Thankfully, it didn't really make a difference, The Major's family would get their papers cleared and all would be-
Right as he was putting the phone down, he heard the strange inhuman footsteps and soon turned around, being greeted by what appeared to be a being made out of the floor he was standing on.
"...What in the-"
"Excuse me! Mister Commander Rugal sir? I am very sorry if you're busy at the moment, but Hillary has anxiously been needing to ask you some questions if you could?" the being seemed to ask of him, which did much to take the tension out of the air.

"Ahhh, apologies. I was unaware we had a new crew member." He relaxed as he finished putting the phone away, though he was still looking at Hillary with a degree of caution, not fully aware of her intentions.
"Well, first off, it's just Rugal. Rugal Bernstein. I've no formal rank you need to address me by. Not even a real captain! Regardless, I should be able to answer any questions you have about this fine vessel and it's-...Mostly loyal crew." He joked whist still keeping an air of authority around him.
"So...Hillary was it? How I be of assistance?"

The Rising Dawn Adventures: The Rising Dawn Airship - Command Bridge
Hillary | Ton Ton | Cadolbolg | Mister Captain Rugal Bernstein

Now unbeknownst to Captain Rugal, Hillary was actually taller than she'd normally be even without considering the heels that's sprouted from the back of her feet, but even that failed to stop her from having to tilt her head up to look eye to eye to Captain Rugal. She'd seen taller sure, one alien who called himself Glen on the Laplace definitely had more muscles, and Hillary was pretty sure she'd seen a caterpillar far hairier in her travels; but no where had she seen someone with that amalgamation of those features such as this. Luckily she was used to being looked at with an air of confusion and curiosity, perhaps she should have too in retrospect, but she merely smiled happily back to the man as he spoke to her. As she did, it was clear the texture wasn't just skin deep as her pearly whites were the same cream ceramic texture as everything else.

"Ahhh, apologies. I was unaware we had a new crew member." The captain said, which caught Hillary a bit off guard. He was definitely looking at her, but she wasn't a new crew member of this ship. Was he mistaken? Further more as Captain Rugal continued, it seemed to only raise more questions. He wasn't a captain after all? Then why had the two little one's brought her to this man? Sure he was nice and all, giving Hillary his undivided attention, but this wasn't exactly what she had in mind. Initially when Rugal made light of the crew status, Hillary thought he was serious, earning a short gasp from the woman. Thankfully she did connect the dots afterwards that it had been a joke, and covered her mouth as she let out a small giggle herself. "So...Hillary was it? How can I be of assistance?"

The woman nodded Rugal's question, it was funny how people managed to guess her name like that. She wasn't entirely sure how they managed this, but now wasn't the time for such a question. "Well, Mister Rugal? Rugal, Hillary is not a 'new' crew member. She just found herself here, and Cadolbolg and Ton Ton helped her get here so I can talk to you." She corrected him first, she felt this was best to get out of the way. "Right now I need to figure out where we are and where we're coming from on this ship, the man with the big voice before said this was the Rising Dawn, correct? Hillary needs to be back on the Laplace before Penelope starts wondering where Hillary is and starts to worry. Penelope is very thoughtful and kind, and has taught Hillary a great many things." The woman requested, something to which Rugal probably had heard in some variation many times before. The ceramic woman paused a moment, taking in a deeper breath, bringing the figurine close to her bosom. It was odd seeing her move as she looked both solid in construction and yet her limbs bent, her hair was stiff and yet flowing to a degree, even the draping ends of the pseudo trench coat that hung from her body ruffled when gravity seemed fit for it. It was like a statue had been given life, and as the light glinted off the polished face of this statue she continued. "I don't think Hillary made a mistake and because of that found herself here, but from what the little ones said and the icky feeling in my chest; she's started to wonder if she's not going to be seeing Penelope for some time? I'm not where Hillary was before, am I?"

Rising Dawn Private Quarters: Selena, Icarus, Private Sirius Belchior

"Please open the door. I'm supposed to deliver this to an... an Icarus?"
Icarus sighed and looked over to Selena whom was much calmer. Icarus crossed the room and opened the door. he saw a strange man. Mongoose whoever, saw a young-looking teenage boy with Violet eyes and Messy Black hair. he appeared to be wearing a navy Blue tunic and black leggings his skin was pale, bordering on pure white the dark clothes made his skin somehow paler. His wings had dissipated away so he looked somewhat normal, after draining all his energy he was staying in his more restrained form. He looked more like a skinny teenager than a Half Angel, even the muscles in his arms and legs had toned down his clothes fitting a little more loosely. .
"I am Icarus..." he spoke somewhat softly "And who ordered you to send, whatever 'this' is?" He asked as Mongoose didn't say what he was delivering, Icarus knew it wasn't from Rugal, because he'd just have Dmitri or Vermilion message his Handheld PDA, so it had to be someone else.

Selena was sitting on the bed, as Icarus opened the door she dismissed the Spell that sealed door shut. Her Knowing it wasn't the Anti-magic freak from months ago she relaxed, letting out a small sigh of relief.She rolled her wand between her fingers occasionally tapping her inner thigh the wand was a solid wood with Many crystals studded onto the wand a fine point to focus her target. She occasionally glanced at the door admiring Icarus but she still hadn't told him... was she even sure how she felt?

The Rising Fall - Present Time - The Canteen
Eddie the Dead | Dolores Selmy | Anjali | A whole bunch of people no one of importance gives a crap about

Schizophrenic paper was not something Eddie saw every day.

The opener was quite strong, though.'You Who Exist Outside of Reason'. Now, Eddie had been called a myriad of things before, but this was a new one. He wasn't quite sure if he should be insulted or flattered, but either way, he thought, it'd fit rather well with his current list of titles.

And it was a pretty long list.

Regardless, the rest were not so solid, with hollow eloquence and flattery winning the day. Christ's sake, this is why he hated formal letters. More emphasis was put in etiquette than the point. And it was boring. By the point he'd reached the second paragraph he was already half-arsing reading, only barely picking from this pseudointellectual dick-stroking that there was gonna be a party the other day and that he was invited. Could've just said so, and saved all the ink.

But as he was about to throw it away he saw the signee, and that made him raise an eyebrow. Dolores Selmy.

If one was to imagine, for simplicity's sake, and for mortal minds to comprehent, the entirety of existence as an all-encompassing neverending melody, and all the people as notes from which the melody is compromised, Selmy was a note that did not fit. Normally the composer, Lady Luck, would correct the mistake, or rather, make it there never was a mistake in the first place. Yet this time she decided to leave it. Not that he was complaining. He was, after all, the same.

And finally, contradictory to the warm, happy thoughts bullshit that he had been subjected to from the rest of the letter, a different sign, silver in colour, violent in demeanour, was written, no, seemingly typed onto the paper.

He had a chuckle at the name. Another Marlow that hated his guts. He knew a Marlow once, that one dressed as a priest, and was on a quest of vengeance. At least, that was until his quest for vengeance was interrupted by a self-serving arsehole, and said quest was made to stop once and for all. Regardless, Eddie certainly was amused by this little piece of coincidence. But why was this particular Marlow hostile towards him? And for that part, how did he know about him, as evidenced from calling him one that 'Exists Outside of Reason'?

Whatever, he thought as he folded the letter and threw it in the ashtray. This wasn't the first nor the last time someone had a grudge against him, and if he spent time wondering why every single time it happened he'd reach the end of time. He smoked his cigar one last time, and put it off on the letter.

At least, that would have been the case, had the cigar not landed on an open palm instead. And Eddie would have exclaimed his surprise, had seeing whose hand it were not sent him into stunned silence.

On the other side of the table sit a feminine figure, seemingly unfazed, or perhaps more accurately, unnoticing of the lit cigar that had landed on her hand, staring off at the clouds outside of the window in front of her. Her clothes were unremarkable, save for the black and white motif. Her skin was of purest white, but not a natural pigment, instead looking as though it was painted over her skin. In fact, one observant enough could see tht her skin was artificial also, and her figure resembled a mannequin's.

Eddie knew who she where, and that knowledge sent shivers down his spine.

He turned to see if the others in the canteen had noticed her, but they stayed as they were, unmoving. Time had stopped, and the colours in his vision were washed out.

'The hour draws closer.'

He turned to her, and found her staring at him, her expression a blank. Her hair was short, and a black circle was drawn on her chin, in stark contrast to her otherwise white skin. But by far the most alien part of her where her eyes, which were not eyes at all, but windows, from which one could peer directly at the entirety of creation, driving any that stared long enough insane. But not Eddie. For they both had the same patron.

'That which is destined, cannot be denied.' She said, her voice one of complete authority. And as she said that, she grabbed his arm, pushed it onto the table, forceful enough for the table to begin to crack and Eddie, for all his effort to resist, found his effort futile. The color of her skin had changed now, from brightest white to darkest black, the circle of black on her chin switched with a circle of white on her forehead, her black expression into a wide, sadistic grin, the dark portals that masquareded as eyes turning into a bright light

'Eftychismeni tha einai i ora!' she hissed, and lunged at Eddie, who shielded his face with his free hand...

...Only to hear the sounds of people talking and music playing, and as he opened his eyes he saw that time flowed again.

'God fucking damnit! he cussed under his breath, rubbing his arm. Why did she of all cosmic beings have to appear? He slouched back on his chair and let a long, drawn out sigh. What a fucking day. First he's tricked into babysitting, now he's entangled into some sort of cosmic plot. 'Why do I have to take the blunt of it all for her amusement? The answer was obvious. He was Luck's thrall, and thus slave to her whims. He raised his glass and drained it of its contents, and proceeded to throw enough change on the table to cover his expenses plus a very generous tip. He'd had enough of sitting around waiting for things to happen. He'd find Anjali and go have some fun in Vegas.

But then Katya crashed through the roof. Just as he was about to leave, too. What was it with all kinds of improbable events happening around him without him using his powers? He stared off into the distance; was he being railroaded into something? He shook his head. If he were, there was little he could.

Apathetic as to the new arrivals, he turned to leave, only to notice a hand sticking out, holding what looked like a letter envelope. But what was more noteworthy was whose hand it was: Dolores Selmy, sitting not four tables away. Another coincidence, another improbability. But this one... this one presented an opportunity. Eddie ordered another drink, to be delivered on Dolores' table. He grabbed his letter from the ashtray, put it in a pocket, and approached the table.

'I don't think she's in a reading mood.' he said as he circled the table, snatching the letter from Dolores' hand with the dexterity of a professional magician and finding himself a seat between Dolores and Laeta. 'What the hell you people looking at? We have injured on board! Get them to sickbay pronto! Move!' he yelled at the various crewsmen in the canteen, his voice brimming with authority. He then took his seat, and eyed Laeta with a lopsided grin. 'Quite the entrance, huh? he said, his tone not indigative of whether he was referring to Katya's entrance or his own.

Laeta scooted her chair back in response. She was both surprised and put-off by Eddie's sudden appearance and Eddie's appearance. Laeta wasn't particularly fond of the insane-rocker look. "Who... are you?"

"That's just Eddie," Dolores answered nonchalantly, "Eddie the Dead." She turned around and placed her hand gently on the letter in Eddie's hand. "That's for Katya." She said.

Saren sat up suddenly as if startled. Her blue eyes eyed her eldest sister with an unnatural intensity. "Hey... hold on... Lola, are you feeling okay?" Laeta recoiled in the same way, eyes wide and fraught with worry.

"Blessed be the hour," Dolores said under her breath. Her eyes mirrored the same dark blue as her sisters. The glimmering within shone brightly - a reflection of some primordial soul.

Then the atmosphere stuttered, as if unsure of how to proceed. The air was static, the sounds muddled together, and Dolores grew uncomfortable.

The world snapped back together as if it had woken up from a brief slumber. Dolores reached out and grabbed at the letter in Eddie's hand, flailing somewhat clumsily on her wheelchair. "Hey! Give that back!" she whined. The lights above glinted off her green eyes. "She's going to read it! She's gotta read it!"

Laeta leaned forward and caught Dolores just as she was about to fall out of her wheelchair. "Calm down there sis!"

"Woah, there. Clingy!" Eddie said rather amused, letting the letter go. "As a funny guy I used to know would've said, take it easy it's just a social experiment. Look, the camera's over there!" And he pointed at one of the security cameras placed in the canteen.

He took out his pipe, placed some grade-A tobacco in it, lit a match on the table and used it to light up the tobacco and took a deep breath. While he did that a barely conscious Katya was being carted off to the sick bay behind him with a "Dare desu ka?" Didn't steer much of a reaction from him, though. "He wasn't all that funny now that I think about it, actually." he said as he exhaled smoke from his nostrils, "I killed him after he tried to sell some girls off to raiders. Or was it a Yao Guai that got that one?" He pondered on it for a moment, before dismissing the thought with a wave of his hand, "Whatever, I'm not here reminisce. It's not like you military types appreciate anything remotely resembling a sense of humour, anyway." And with a movement of the hand produced a letter between his fingers, like a magician. "So I'll get to the point. Nice prose. A bit too superfluous for my liking, but you know how to flatter, I'll give you that much." He leaned forward on the table, closer to Dolores, "So, tell me, dear flatterer, when I am not one of your 'heroes', when I didn't lift so much as a finger to help your endeavours, why invite me? And how much do you know about me, anyway? Who is this Marlow character who is oh so fond of me?" He leaned back on his chair and took another puff, "What. Is. Your. Game?"

"You're invited because you're Ruby's friend!" Dolores said desperately. She struggled in her chair but Laeta kept her secure.

"Calm down sis," Laeta whispered, "there's no point in getting worked up over this."

Dolores made a whimpering noise that sorted sounded like the meowing of a cat. "I don't know a whole lot about you okay? I know your name and I know your powers. Your presence is awkward, as if the strings of karmic destiny are intentionally avoiding you." The color of her eyes was indistinguishable. They seemed to be blue and green at the same time. "Yet, I have no idea what you mean. I don't know any Marlow person and I'm not trying to play any games." She shook her head and the light curls of her golden hair fluttered with the motion. "I just extended an invitation to every relevant person on board, okay? You are no exception."

Eddie slouched back on his chair, puffing out smoke, silent, thinking. Trying to make the pieces of this little puzzle fit. He was invited by association. Selmy had no idea who Marlow was. Then how did he have a say in the letter? There were many ways, easiest of all, magic. But rather than take a wild guess, it was better to identify conditions, and from those conditions come to conclusions. And with the little magic trick he just pulled, he'd be finding out a few more pieces of the puzzle soon enough.

But that would have to formally wait for tomorrow, for Eddie eyed Anjali entering the Canteen, more than likely looking for him. Instead of continuing on with his questions, then, he decided to conclude business for now.

"Dolores Selmy." he said, and a lopsided grin formed on his lips, "From what little I've gathered of you, you have a most fitting name. You are a being that does not quite belong, an anomaly in the tapestry that was intentionally left there. Perhaps to leave a message, make a point. Or perhaps for the amusement of apathetic creators." He let out a final puff of smoke and dumped the ashes of his pipe in the ashtray. "Either way, I know a stacked deck when I see one. You have my sympathies, for what it's worth."

And as he said that, Anjali approached the table.

"Hello, Eddie. I am dresssed and ready for Vegass or what thiss was. Oh, and did you alsso get the invitation for a party tomorrow?"

"Ah, Anjali. Just in time!" Eddie said with a smile, as he got up, "I was just finishing a lovely conversation with Ms. Selmy here, who just so happens to be the hostess for tomorrow's party. I wanted a bit more info on it, and she was gracious enough to take time off organising it to answer them." he tipped his hat and left a few golden coins on the table. "Enjoy your drinks, they're on me." and turned to Anjali, "Shall we?"

As they left, though, he turned to Selmy again, "Oh, one last thing: Make sure to deliver that letter in due time, eh? Wouldn't want to keep Katya waiting!" And with a wink, they left the canteen.

As they did, he let out a small laugh and pulled the letter out. "Hope you don't mind if we take a small trip to the sickbay first? I've a letter to deliver." As he had learned, magician tricks were as much sleight of hand as misdirection; and by making a grand show of having Katya taken to the Sickbay, he had bought himself the tiny timeframe needed to switch his letter with Katya's. Hopefully Selmy wouldn't be too mad at him. He was, after all, going to deliver the letter. And it wasn't like he was doing this to snoop into her business either, but to get a few things clear.

He opened the envelope, and had a read of its contents.


After briefly passing the letter on to an unconscious Katya, Eddie lead Anjali on to the hangar bay, where Warpup, his hot rod was parked.

"This is a car." he said as he patted Warpup on the hood. "It's this world's main means of transportation. It's mechanical by nature, and typically requires some sort of fuel to keep going." he opened the door to the passenger's seat and motioned Anjali to enter, "Ladies first."

He took his seat. "Seatbelts." he said, and showed her how to use them by putting his on. "Alright, now, before we go on, I should clarify that my car is special. No other cars -at least, to my knowledge- can do as this one can. And I'll need you to close your eyes until I tell you it's ok to open them. Safety procedures, I'm sure you understand.

He started up the car, the engine roaring as though an infernal beast had just awakened and was thirsting for blood. The sound of the engine awakening always made him smile. He waited a bit for it to warm up, set the speed to 'SPECIAL' and stomped on the pedal.

A moment later they were on the Strip at night, with all its phantasmaghoric structures and lights, its people gold fever-stricken people walking from one casino to the other, hunger for making it big written all over their face.

Truly, this was Lady Luck's favourite city.

"You can open your eyes, now." he said, and gave her a few moments for the image shift to sink in. "Welcome to the Twilight City, Las Vegas. Entertainment capital of the world. Whatever ya wanna do, you can bet there's a place for it here." he clapped on the steering wheel and grinned, "So, whatcha feel like doing? Would you like to try out some form of adult entertainment, or would you like me to tour you around the place? There's no hurry. After all..." he took a coin out of his pocket, spun it in the air, and caught it, "We've got all night."

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | A Bookish Bookstore
Magical Spells and Ideas...
Ruby Babbage-Lovelace | Nina Zaczoltski Phillip!!!

Writer's Note:
Apologies for the delay. Between life and life and life and life, I've had little time to do much else other than live life!

Ruby Babbage-Lovelace was practically beaming with pride as she demonstrated a few of the simpler spells in her repertoire for Miss Zaczoltski and Mister Phillip. While such tricks might have been seen as rather simple to the remainder of the crew aboard the Rising Dawn, seeing such genuine amazement on her temporary guardian's face sparked a sense of pride within the Pink clad Nine Year Old. The pride that Ruby felt, however, appeared to be far more controlled that was normally possible for a child. Being prideful of one's magical ability was one of the many possible routes to becoming overly reliant on magic itself, a rather dangerous thing since there were documented cases where, at a critical moment, magic failed the magician.

Speaking of magicians and learning magic...

"If you're serious about learning magic, Miss Nina, I might be able to teach you a couple of spells that can prove handy if you're doing laundry. I know a spell that can remove any stain you can think of and a few you can't. I know a spell that can make your whites brighter... oh oh oh... I know a spell that can perfectly fold your fitted sheets!" The Excitable Nine Year Old said in her rather bubbly bubble gum voice, "But if you really want to learn magic, you should probably talk to my mother, Deborah. She'll be able to test you to see how gifted you really are, " The girl paused once again to consider another idea, "Also... it would probably help if you had a book of spells... a grimoire... like mine. If we're going to The Library, we might be able to find one... "

If either Nina or Phillip were paying close attention to little Ruby Babbage-Lovelace, they might have noted that Ruby had used the term "Library" as a proper noun rather than a plain old noun... and if they knew about The Library, chances are they might have known of its ability to house a copy of every book in existence. There was even a copy of Ruby's grimoire housed at The Library. More to the point, there was a grimoire that belonged to a former member of the Crew of The Rising Dawn.

"We might be able to find Red Mage's grimoire while we're there..."

"Attention Heroes and Staff, this is Engineering Captain Theiss speaking.

We have arrived at Cloudtop Citadel. All engineering staff are to engage in docking procedures. Security staff are now relieved for their duty. We will be entering the hangar array in fifteen minutes. There will be moderate turbulence as docking procedures begin. Please keep all belongings safely secured at this time.

Rear thrusters will be deactivated momentarily. This will cause the ship to shake. Do not be alarmed.

Additionally, Intelligence has recovered some video files that were misplaced in our database. Until further notice skirts are prohibited during both on-duty and off-duty times. Similarly, the 121st Engineering Division will be supporting our repair efforts. Please do not harass them. I'm looking specifically at whoever took these videos in the first place. You know who you are."

Rising Dawn: Canteen ------------------------------------------------------------------ 12:30 AM

Lt. Dolores Selmy

I bit my lip and watched Eddie leave. The paper in my hands felt strange, unnatural. Almost as if it was hostile in some way. Laeta leaned over and hugged me tightly from behind. It wasn't playful like usual, but genuine and warm. I could feel her love and care through the beating of her heart. I could feel her worry in the tightness of her muscles. She was letting me know that I wouldn't be alone. I put my hand on her arm and ran my fingers gently over her skin.

"It's okay Laeta. I'm okay." I cooed.

She gave me on last squeeze before letting go. "I don't want you chasing after things you can't have Lolita." Laeta said. Hearing my name caught me off guard. It had been so long since I've heard the fullness of those syllables. "I never want to see you get hurt again. If you want to be loved, me and Saren are always here. And we'll always be here. Okay?" It was an unnerving display of maturity and understanding from Laeta. I almost felt uncomfortable, but the earnestness of her expression and the gentleness of her blue eyes put me at ease.

"More than anything," Saren added, "you're our older sister. I don't really care that we don't look the same or that we don't have the same dad. I love you like nothing else. You're the only person I would ever donate my blood to."

I smiled. "T-thanks."

"Ah," came a gruff Irish accent, "good to see you up and about. Heard you got hit hard but I had a feeling that wouldn't keep you down for long." I turned around, startled. How long had he been there?

David West looked worn out, old beyond his years and beaten and battered. His eyes were tired and his skin looked like it ached. His entire body looked as if he had been dusted in ash. Though as he sat down he smiled.

I laughed.

It was the dorkiest smile. The silliest smile. It was the type of smile I expected a father to have. My father to have. It was well meaning and embarrassed, like a schoolboy being embraced for the first time. He looked away, his eyes betraying his discomfort. He was a man trying to salvage his image, the world's toughest teddy bear perhaps.

I could hear Laeta's sweet chuckles from behind me. At first I had felt angry, even offended, that he wasn't as hurt as I was. But now, I could see his well-meaning demeanor beneath that rough and clumsy exterior.

I wondered if this was what it was like to have a father. To have someone embarrassing, but kind. Tough on the outside but gentle on the inside, with the nature to care about how he was impacting others. I do wonder sometimes. I do wonder if this is what it is like to have normal parents.

I paused. Not that I didn't love Mom with all my heart, but she was different from other people. That much I always knew. I wasn't just her daughter. I was one of her daughters, one of thousands she had to take care of back then. I couldn't be special. There was no way. I knew that. But even as I think about it, watching her steel eyes was frightening. Mom was a monster, though she was kind and nurturing, she was a murderer in her heart. David was different, he was a person on the inside and a murderer on the outside. He was normal.

"I'd be dead if it wasn't for Laeta and Saren." I said after I swallowed my laughter. "For that I am beyond grateful to them." I looked at him straight now, "though I won't be getting up again I'm afraid."

David grinned though, undeterred. "Hey, don't go thinking like that. I'm on a first name basis with two women who are able to keep Blondie of all people patched up. I'm certain they can help you. And that's before we factor in the advances in medical technology. You'll be up and at them in no time, kid."

There was a small awkward pause. I could hear Laeta bite her breath. I could hear Saren get angry. I shot both of them a quick glare.

"The Medical Captain looked me over." I said softly. I avoided looking at David's eyes. He was too trusting. Too good-natured. I didn't want to hurt him, but at the same time I couldn't feign it. It didn't feel right. "It won't be possible. It's not just my bones and muscles. Those are all there. But I won't be able to walk again." I smiled as gently as possible. I hoped it didn't look sad. "The nerves won't grow back. And my body is naturally antagonistic to magic. I'm afraid there's no helping it."

I was afraid to look up. But David seem non-worse with that news. "Well...Could take a look at cybernetics? Got a few friends in that field too. Would hate for ya to think we don't look after our own." He brought his drink to his face and sipped it.

That glass hit the table before I knew what had happened.

Laeta was standing in front of David, her bangs hid her eyes. Her body was shaking in fury. "Are you thick or something?" Laeta said. Her voice seethed with venom.

"Laeta, no." I said firmly, sitting up as high as I could.

She didn't seem to hear. "Don't you think we've already explored all the avenues open to us? Cybernetics, please. What are those going to be without nerve-endings? Just a wheelchair stitched into her body. It's not the same as having flesh and bone - to feel the ache of something foreign inside you."

"Laeta. No."

"I don't know if you can understand that pain - but I won't have you being so flippant about it! I won't allow anything else so unnatural inside my sister again! I don't know who you are, or who you think you are. I don't know if you're a captain or a colonel or a general. But I do know that if you think that you can cure suffering by substituting steel for flesh you are far beyond sal-"

"Laeta Annalotte Selmy." I said. Now I felt angry. Laeta stopped and turned around to look at me. Her eyes were fierce, just like mom's. Just like dad's. Like a bird of prey ready to descend upon its prey. "That's enough. He didn't mean anything by it."

"But," her fury was burning in her soul. I could see it, like a white flame in her breast.

"No buts. This type of behavior is not okay." I reached over and set David's cup right-side up. Laeta took two steps and sat down in the chair behind me.

"Tsk," she she crossed her arms and turned to look out the window at the starry sky.

"I apologize for Laeta. She can be rather hot-headed at times. But the long and short of it remains that all conventional methods available to us won't quite get us where we want to be." I looked up at David. The sky behind him shone beautifully with all the stars of the Milky Way. Like diamonds gleaming in an ocean of deepest blue. "Mine is a case that is particularly problematic. I do not blame you for not understanding. But this is what happens to troublesome girls who try to run before they can walk. Now I suppose I'll just have to," I paused and laughed, "I'll just have to suffer[1] the consequences."

[1] Dolores means "to suffer" in Latin.

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | A Bookish Bookstore
Maybe we should rename Phillip Abu?
Ruby Babbage-Lovelace | Nina Zaczoltski Phillip!!!

If Nina hadn't been sold on the idea of at least investing some time into learning some magic, the thought had far flung out of Nina's noodle warped noodle as Ruby suggested practical methods of magic to her. Sure in the more action packed movies when magic is featured, you could see someone shoot a giant fireball that took out a block, flying across the sky, or shooting lightning from 'our arse. That's fine and all, but by a pure practical manner, who wouldn't want some way to get those menial done for themselves! Moreover, getting them done better than you could normally manage with little effort! To Nina it was very much a dream come true.

"You know, if the librarian job doesn't work out for you when you're older, may I suggest a saleswoman? Because that little offer you just made there. Pure utter gold~" Nina cheekily mused, being unable to resist cracking a smile at not only Ruby's enjoyment, but also obvious interest. "I would love to Ruby, if it means I can cut as much time out of doing laundry as possible and more time to do important things in life? I'm totally down for that! I'm not sure exactly what we'll be up to after our little adventure here, but be it you teaching me some tricks, visiting your mom, this library, or even all three. I think I could squeeze it into my busy schedule~ Deal?" She stated, extending her hand out to Ruby to seal the deal. Once that was out of the way, Nina figured she'd as a few more questions about some of the things the adept spellcaster had mentioned. At first, Nina considered asking if The Library Ruby was talking about was the same library she'd spewed her chunks on Envy in. Her answer came quickly however as she considered Ruby said they were already heading that way. Clearly the two must have been one in the same, although Nina did wonder just what made this library so special. "So, I'm a bit surprised your mom is around here. With Eddie being the one taking care of you, I figured she must have been off on business." Nina commented, a bit confused about the guardianship going on with the girl if her mom was seemingly available too. Was Eddie a nanny after all? "And, this Red Mage? Something happened to him?" She asked with a bit more tact. Having not known this person, she had no idea on the connection these two shared. As she sat there thumbing through a handful of her hair draped on her lap, Nina kept an eye on Ruby's reaction to judge just what was going on.

Ruby would have the opportunity to share her thoughts and for Nina to open her mouth to reply back, only for a soft but sudden slapping sound to interrupt her. With it being so quiet, the sound echoed through the store and then another rang out and another! Phillip never had come to look at Ruby's display of magical prowess, Nina had just assumed he'd found a cookbook to occupy his attention, but now? "Phillip? You okay? What's up?" Nina called out as she got to her feet. "What do you..? Ruby just stay put, I'll be right back."

Now up til then, Nina's tone and attitude had been pretty confident and sincere, but in that one moment, that tone was missing. Nina was concerned and as much as she tried to hide it, she wasn't the best liar. "Phillip? Where are you?" She called out again, making her way to the back of the store as she did. 'The back room?' Regardless if Ruby followed Nina or stayed put, she would notice one very important observation as Nina walked deeper into the store. The black object that had been floating through the fog was gone. Additionally, depending on how in touch with magic in the environment Ruby was, she'd start to feel this sickly swell of instability coming from that very same direction. That scene from Ghost Busters when they turn off the Containment unit comes to mind as a good analogy, but to a lesser destructive degree.

As Nina continued her investigation now much more of a rushed pace, the slapping sound started to sound more like whips as the speed and impact intensified. "Phillip, can't you just leave it alone?" She pleaded, before spotting a door with a rather large tower of crates just in front of it. As she bounded to the door, she'd find it was barely ajar, the crates far too heavy for her to move and as it was now, she couldn't get much more than her arm stuck through. It was clear however from the noise that this was where Phillip was, but what was he hitting? The room itself was too dark to see frankly anything, so Nina rifled through her pockets before pulling out her phone. "Uh, stupid phone. Where's the... light..." Nina said before trailing off.

Now Nina had dealt with many things that day that'd scared her, unsettled her, and down right fit on the 'Not a pleasant day' list, but Phillip's corruption of her mind had mitigated the reaction to varying degrees. What she saw in that room though, shook her unlike any of those things as it cut through that mitigation like a hot knife through butter. "Phillip get out of there right now!!" She exclaimed, attempting to force the door open despite the crates. "Ruby! We need to RUN! NOW!!" Nina commanded as two tentacles latched onto the door and doorframe. Phillip shot out of the room like a slingshot, before swinging around and shunting the crates back over to forcibly brace the door. With one final motion, what appeared to be several hitch hiking black cockroaches[1] got smashed under a whaling smash of Phillip's tentacles, the corpses stuffed into a jar Phillip seemed to have filled to the brim with these bugs. The door they'd just closed however started to groan, which they took as their cue to get moving.[2]

[1] These would die pretty quick to have a good look at them, but think a cross between a cockroach, dorcus titanus and an inky black ichor
[2] If Ruby hasn't already started making her way to the front or even getting out of the store itself, Nina would beeline for her and pluck her up.

dis dude wrote some stuff

The Rising Dawn Adventures: The Rising Dawn Airship - Command Bridge
Hillary | Ton Ton | Cadolbolg | Rugal

Ton Ton and Cadolbolg followed closely after Hillary, the duo pausing when they saw their new friend doing one of two things. The first, apparantly changing the materials that she appeared to be made of, and second, encountering their quarry - Rugal. As Hillary stated her case to the Captain, the Cuties flew up next to her, Cadolbolg spoke up first,

"She said she wasn't from here! But she seems nice, so please be nice to her~ She just wants to find her Penelope friend."

Ton Ton cut in after his younger friend, giving a small 'cough' before speaking, "To be precise sir, Ms. Hillary here said she's never heard of Earth or our solar system. So I suspect that like myself, and other Dawn members, she might have fallen into a portal from some similar magic or technology to end up here."

Cadolbolg nodded after Ton Ton's summation, his little hover dipping slightly before realigning in the air, "That's what I'm thinking too. Mother and Father were from another world before they ended up here... Of course the question is, do you remember how you got on the ship, Hillary?"

The Rising Dawn Adventures: The Rising Dawn Airship - Canteen
Lucas "Luke" Cypress | A great number of other persons I've lost track of

The golden-haired bartender had been celebrating a pleasant afternoon to himself up to this point - drinks, relaxation, simple conversation amongst some new patrons, and then -


One 18 year old Russian teenager lands on his bar, the patrons, and a great number of glasses were spilled everywhere. The less than steller quality beer that B.C. had barely begun to sip from? On the floor. The lovingly made Mai Tai he had just finished mixing? Now all over it's would-be patron. Glasses? By some grace of God, unscathed, caught by either a deft gloved hand, or a number of imps who had scrambled to the scene once the initial impact of Katya's landing had settled in.

There was a moment of silence from Luke, all eyes of the wait-staff turning to gauge their ringleader's reaction to the mess; a deep hush silencing all possible chittering. A fairly manicured eyebrow twitched ever so slightly, the corners of his mouth threatening to fall for a split second; before Luke closed his eyes, took in a deep breath and said in a voice that sounded far too cheerful for the circumstance, "How nice of you to drop in Ms. Katya. Some of our patrons were beginning to get a bit worried."

A collective sigh of relief ran over the imps, before they scrambled to clean up the mess with Luke. The team replaced fallen glasses with clean ones, the simpler beverages (such as beer or water) being refilled, and the unholy slurry of liquids mopped up from both bar and floor. However, that wasn't the end to the drama of the Canteen; oh no, there was but one more mess to clean up.

As was standard procedure in his day to day activities, one David West saw fit to shove his foot into his mouth regarding Ms. Dolores Selmy's medical history, and was currently having his spine (metaphorically) picked clean from the younger Selmy sister's teeth. Turning his attention to the little spat, Luke cleared his throat to draw the trio's attention before lightly commenting, "I doubt Mr. West meant any malice with his comment, Ms. Selmy. For as is commonplace, Mr. West often finds the taste of his boot superior to that of a beer. That said, while I understand your irritation at his behavior - oh, how does the saying go... You catch flies with honey rather than with vinegar."

His attention turned next to the Irishman chewing on a boot, and offered with a chuckle (and perhaps a mischievous glint in his eye), "Might I advise buying the ladies a drink? Lucky for you that the first refill is on the house...Well, if the house were Ms. Katya."

The Rising Dawn Adventures: The Rising Dawn Airship - Private Quarters - Teri/Garm's Room
AI Dimitri |Teri | Viscus

[And would it be better to have him suddenly realize who he is without any of us knowing? Possibly planning his revenge for lying to him?]

Teri got up to pace in the midst of Viscus' little jab, before she threw her hands up in exasperation at the end of his spiel, "Maybe?! I don't know, Viscus - I can't just out the guy like a fucking witch in Salem either!"

She sighed, and breathed in deeply, before settling on her bed, legs crossed in a meditative pose and closed her eyes. Breathe in, breathe out, just like Slindis had taught her before; find the eye of the storm of thought. After a few moments to try and clear the emotional clutter, she thought aloud, "Logistics. We gotta think logistics. If I'm telling him the truth, a mood needs to be set. Calm, serene, safe. Something to establish that my intentions are genuine - and they are - before I drop the veritable bomb. At the same time, having backup on call-"

As if on a cue from some sort of sitcom, Garm busted in the room as well, his displeasure clear as he said, "You didn't answer the rings," followed by his gaze turning towards Viscus, "And this is more than a break, I see."

Oh, did Garm call over the rings? Teri couldn't quite recall, especially when everything was deciding to pile itself all in one moment. Viscus seemed less than amused as well, as he cut in with another jibe, [You are merely trying to deny the inevitable. You yourself know you are wrong in this situation.]

Teri frowned at the comment, still trying to find that "calm" as she spat back, "You think I don't know that? I felt awful about not telling him the truth, much less trying to think of how to avoid this all going to hell in a hand-basket!"

[Simple, do what I suggest.]

Teri groaned again, her eyes shooting open in before she tried to reason again, "No, it's not that simple-"
Garm on the other hand, was already beginning to lose his patience, and moved himself between the Cleric and Viscus, teeth bared as he growled, "I think you've been in this territory long enough, machine..."
In turn, Viscus did not move, and only answered in a bored tone, [Machine has beaten your kind time and again, Canine-]

Just as Garm looked ready to start a fight with Viscus, and the threat of Teri imploding in her own safe space, Dimitri's voice cut through the trio with a gasping, "HOLD IT, HOLD EVERYTHING!"

All eyes turned to the Tablet, and an exasperated image of Dimitri appeared, hair and hat askew before he straightened up, "Now that I have your attention... I have a thought. The primary concern is to ensure the young Mr. Bernstein-"
"...Adelheid, doesn't "explode" on account of the information given, especially given his delicate state. Therefore, why not give the information piecemeal? Hors-d'oeuvres so to speak. He's in a weak state, yes, so if you give him the truth little by little during your conversations, then you can gauge his reaction as you go along. From there, I think it'd be plausible that it'd be easy to derrive what would be the most 'triggering' of stimuli. Furthermore, while this method would take longer, you could schedule your appointments and coordinate information accordingly - and of course I'm more than happy to help with such scheduling/coordination. That way you don't have to lie, but at the same time, you don't say everything at once either. Apologize at the very beginning for hiding the truth, then lead in with one of the truths. How does that compromise sound for everyone?"

There was a long pause in the room, before Teri spoke up, "I'm...Actually okay with that," her shoulder's slumped and she let out a sigh, "It does take off a lot of pressure. I don't like this whole 'hiding' thing, even if it is for his own good."

Dimitri practically shined in the light of the praise, his avatar's features alighting into an incandescent grin, "As I hoped. Your well being is very important to me, Your Ladyship - he paused, before pulling out what appeared to be a book and began flipping through the pages before noting, "Which reminds me, when was the last time you saw Mr. Cypress? I don't have any record of you two speaking after you return from the Prison and I know you've been working very hard lately. With this new schedule in place, I could probably pencil you in for-"

The young Cleric flushed at the sudden change of subject, before fussing at the AI, "Dimitri - not now!"
"I'm just saying-"
"IT CAN WAIT!" Turning back to Viscus, Teri's expression grew grim before she asked, "I like Dimitri's compromise. Does it sound good to you, or do you have something else to complain about?"

This guy wrote most of this!

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

Rising Dawn: Command Bridge Rugal, Hillary, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg

Listening to what he was being told certainly rang a few bells with Rugal and his expression darkened a little as Hillary spoke of the place where she came from.

Once Ton Ton weighed in, he nodded before stating "Yes, it would appear that was the case. Now, we're just docking at the moment so hopefully we might be able to find someone to get you on the right ship. It might take some time but I can assure you, we will get you where you need to be." Hillary only nodding in response to Rugal's assessment of the situation, looking like she had some stuff on her mind. Rugal's kind words however did help to lighten Hillary's deposition of the situation. It felt like she was in good hands with these people.

Ushering her closer, he then added "Now, I understand that this might be a worrying or stressful situation but you are among friends. It's something we have dealt with before and something that we will resolve. So, whist we are landing, can you give us some more information on where you came from? Names, places, technology, any little helps." He said while placing a hand on Hillary's slim shoulder's as a sign of support. Intentional or not, Rugal would find out a couple things about Hillary by doing this. As his hand made contact with Hillary, her ceramic body began to shift form again. Skin, specifically Rugal's skin, overtook Hillary's shoulder. The popped collar of her pseudo trench coat began to meld into her torso once more as the skin wormed its way up the side of her neck and down her bust and arm. Additionally unlike her body moments before when it was ceramic and cold to the touch, the Hillary's new flesh was warm! Even if Rugal did momentarily let go in surprise, his profound level of perception would note, the change had haulted on its own. Unlike the change he'd witnessed before which only took a handful of seconds to finish, the skin seemed to be retaken by the ceramic. Just as soon as the changes had started Hillary was back to being 100% ceramic.

At least for the moment, as Rugal lead the group out of the command bridge and into the Rising Dawn's hallways. If nothing else, he might give Hillary a tour if she would be staying here for long, she would seemingly be spending more time as linoleum in that case as she switched back again. Even though she still looked unsure of her situation, she seemed rather comforted by Rugal's demeanor. Enough so to lean on Rugal's forearm if he would allow. Once again the initial contact of the jacket spread across Hillary's head and shoulder area, but like the hand before the changes were swiftly reversed until she was whole again. "You've made Hillary feel quite a bit better about this happening again to her. But... let me think how best able to answer you to help Hillary better..?" Hillary said as she lightly knocked on her forehead with her knuckles. "Well... Hillary lived in Garton for most of her life. But lots of the more compooter smart people called it XQ3-9...023? Ya that's it! Um... so I've been on the Laplace, which is this really big metal shiny ship that flies in space! It's got a lot of blue, with a couple of white stripes along it's side and a white under belly. Um... Hillary's seem people there with many interesting and very odd like... OH! There's this hole in the wall, that you tell it what you want to eat. And then it just appears!" She said with a thrust of her hands as she exclaimed "POOF!"

"What else..?" She closed her eyes, thinking for a moment as she remembered Cadolbolg's question. "Oh right, how Hillary got here!" She exclaimed, snapping her fingers and pointed towards the helpful little dragon. "I remember, Hillary was coming back from docking with a space port, and um..." Hillary started to trail off somewhat. "Hillary went to help get some supplies we'd gotten there, and... I don't remember. I'm trying but I can't remember what Hillary did after that. Hillary was helping, and then... Hillary was getting off the ground here." She said, sounding a bit more flustered than she had been.

Rugal's concern grew when she basically admitted that she was an alien, he was never really fond of those who came from beyond the stars (or going beyond the safety of the atmosphere in general but I digress.)
"I see...Hmmm...The question is if this Garton or " XQ3-9023" is in our realm or another. Either way, it's out of my realm of expertise. Still, I can get in contact with some of our allies in order to see what can be done. Until then, do let us know if you need anything." He kindly said, being a bit more mindful of his interactions with the being after witnessing her transform once more.

Rising Dawn: Canteen/Bar: David West, Luke, Dolores, Laeta, Saren, Load of other people

David quickly and wordlessly accepted Luke's offer, not even bothering to check the cost as he merely pulled out his wallet before handing it to the bartender with the words "J-just give me back what's left at the end of the night..."
Buring himself in his drink, he downed his current one before groaning slightly "Ohhhhh, fuck me sideways with a 10 foot barge pole. I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOO goddamn sorry. I-i just get so used to everything, I mean, I see people get their skin burned off like it's nothing, body parts being put back on like play-doh and-and I swear I know like-...3 or 4 people who have legit Died and just walked it off. Just-....uhhhhh...."
He quickly motioned for a refill before continuing his sales pitch of forgiveness to Dolores: "Look, you need anything done, just say the word. Moving a couch, getting your shopping, everything shy of outright terrorism or adultery, I'm your guy. Remember that."
He then attempted to ease over her judging sisters with a nervous looking smile before realizing just how expensive that little foot in mouth moment was going to be.
" gentle on my tab. I'm still waiting on that raise for bringing Bison..."

Rising Dawn: Private Quarters Teri, Viscus, Dimitri, Garm

Once again, Dimitri of all beings had to be the one who came up with the answer, lord forbid if someone would listen to Viscus, No, he's too mean to be listened to.
[...I've know Adelheid Bernstein longer then you have, Teri Gravel. I shall accept this option but know that should worst come to worst, I will prioritize the security of this vessel over his life. As User: David West would say: "Don't make a balls of it, T.".] He responded, playing one of the many audio clips he had scanned from the security systems, before turning his attention to the announcement of the ship's docking and change of dress code policy.
[I must now assist in the docking and repair efforts. And by the sound of things, Disciplinary actions as well...] He then said before marching out of the Cleric's room, eager to take his displeasure out on the hormone riddled masses of the Rising Dawn's staff.
He was quickly starting to tire of the biological urges and emotions of the crew of the Rising Dawn...

[Attention Heroes and Staff, this is Support AI: Viscus Ver. 5.23

I have recently taken it upon myself to enact new measures in order to combat the recent waves of inappropriate behavior among staff members, especially in relation to violations of inventory and supply protocols.
As such, I am proposing that such violations will be treated with the same disregard for discretion as shown by those who violate them.

For Example: Private Martinez recently left a Japanese Dakimakura or "Full Body Pillow" in the Explosive Ordinance section of the Armory. Yes, Private Martinez from Logistics. The Female of Latin-American decent with the dyed blonde hair in Office area 3. It had a altered image of one of her superior officers on it wearing a Samba Dancer outfit. And no, you can not have it back.
I encourage Engineering Captain Theiss to use this example to improve existing misconduct regulations and a reminder to all staff: I have several months of security footage and personal data I am willing to disclose should this misconduct continue.
Yes. This includes browsing histories, Lieutenant Anazorzia. Including the entries you attempted to delete.

You may now resume your duties and I look forward to "assisting" in the operational tasks of this vessel.
Also, Private Martinez, stop crying and get back to work.]

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

Rising Dawn: Command Bridge Rugal, Hillary, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg

"Do let us know if you need anything."

Those words echoed in her mind and brought her away from her trying to remember what parts seemed to be missing. Her head looked up to Rugal's face once again, her mouth opened slightly, hesitant to say anything at first. The surface of her eyes moved and shifted, apparently looking back down at the figurine in her hands as her head looked back down to it. "Well, there are a couple of things you could help me with here if at all possible?" Hillary spoke, gently placing her thumb on the side of the largest woman's head. "You, haven't seen either of these two?" Hillary asked, indicating the two women. "Or heard the names of Anik or Timea? Last time this happened Hillary met some really wonderful people, and I understand its a really really big place out there, but if Hillary could see them again..? It would make her so happy~" She spoke, allowing Rugal to get a better look to the statuettes of the two, but not letting him take it from her either. [1]

While everyone got the chance to have a good look at the two, Hillary followed up with another request that she felt would ease some of the concern among the group (And by that I mean Rugal). "Also, if there is something Hillary could, eat? Maybe some tin cans or foil, but even just some plastic would be good if its clean?" She requested in a nonshalant manner like one would for a simple glass of water."I'm not hungry really but if Hillary got something to put in her then she wouldn't need to hold her look like I am right now?" Hillary would go on to explain loosely, not exactly considering the idea that human don't normally put 'food' and 'plastic' in the same phrase. "You, haven't ever met a Slime before, have you?" She pondered out loud, not specifically talking to anyone in particular about this topic.

[1] So as a semi references for what you're looking at here is Timea and Anik. Timea would be wearing an large blanket around her waist while Anik was dressed in some decent winter garb.

The Rising Dawn



Diana, after her unpleasant conversation with Jenny, went back to drinking. Why does this incompetent and annoying person even have friends in the first place? she thought. I can see neither a reason why Violet was in charge, nor why anyone should care for him. But well ..." she got up, after drinking up all she had left, swaying slightly. Time to punch someone in the face.

She casually strolled out, towards the medical bay, asking herself why she even did so, and what 'clearing her mind' even meant. I'm certainly drunk, to go after her now of all times. Diana thought and called out in the next moment, standing in the door to the medical ward. "HAS ANYONE SEEN A BITCH IN A WHEELCHAIR? APPARENTLY SHE WANTS SOMETHING FROM ME?"

Stepping inside, she oogled at any person her gaze fell on. "You are not in a wheelchair." she stated to a nurse, causing her to get a short pinch of her headache in her mind, similar to what Diana had felt herself. "You neither." she stated, pointing at a patient on a bed, staring at her in confusion, causing him to feel the same. This way, she went through a few people, before stopping at a man who currently got his arms replaced by something mechanical parts.

"You are building cyborgs here? You disgust me, you stupid people." she stated to a random doctor. "How about you think of something better than this? Evolution, my man, not Regressolution ... or something. Fuck you." she added, causing him to feel a pinch in his mind.

After a while, she actually found the Gardevoir. "You." she pointed at her. "I frankly do not care about what you did to me, but you seemingly do. Well, and you seem to care about this vermin. How about I use you as a punching bag, because I am bored, and in the end, if you can still listen, I tell you why he is the way he is as a reward. Deal?"

Las Vegas

Anjali | Eddie the Dead

Anjali opened her eyes. There were lights, so many of them, she needed to adjust for a bit. Apparently it was night, as she knew when looking into the sky, but the roads and buildings were lit up brighter than any daylight could accomplish. And there were so many people, she had trouble observing even one of them for a longer period of time.

"Welcome to the Twilight City, Las Vegas. Entertainment capital of the world. Whatever ya wanna do, you can bet there's a place for it here." Eddie told her. "So, whatcha feel like doing? Would you like to try out some form of adult entertainment, or would you like me to tour you around the place? There's no hurry. After all..." he took a coin out of his pocket, spun it in the air, and caught it, "We've got all night."

The coin took her attention, as good an object as any to keep her focused, and Anjali answered: "I do not know what you understand as 'adult entertainment', but maybe it would be best if you tour me around the place first, show me what what iss ..." Then, she saw her own reflection on the bonnet of Eddie's car, wearing uniform and gazing at herself with red glowing eyes, and tensed up. "Do you think I wear the wrong things for this place? And what about my ... condition? I mean ..." More people went by, all wearing different things, a different amount of clothes. "Are there any rules to this place, anyways?" she asked, and smiled more now, as in her mind everyone could get attention, so no one did, not even Eddie and Anjali.

"What can you do in this place? It's ... so strange. I have never seen anything like thiss. I understand not half of the words that are written on the buildings here.
Tell me what is fun!"

Eddie stared for a moment, and started playing with the coin, rolling it across his knuckles. "First thing to know about Vegas is that it doesn't matter what you wear, who you are, or how you look. If you win, you're treated as a God. If not, you'll get laughed at - behind your back, of course. It's impolite to do it in your face." he went faster, "As for rules, it's the usual. Don't steal, kill, cheat, if you do drugs, don't get caught, if you're a nudist, make sure you're drunk to use that as a defense, and public sex is outlawed. The coin disappeared, and suddenly he was holding it between two fingers in his other hand, "As for what is fun," he shrugged, "Well, that depends. What do you find fun? What did you do for fun back in your world? Maybe we can find common ground, and if not, I have a better idea of what you like.

Anjali let Eddie's words run through her ethereal brain, answering slowly: "I'm not one to laugh about others, so this should not be a problem. I hope we don't lose, though ... I also don't like stealing, killing or cheating. My mother told me those are wrong. Well, especially killing. I don't know any drugs and ... ew." Anjali grimaced, not wanting to imagine the act. "Well, I did like dancing and singing when I was alive. We did not have all this stuff ... I was living in a small village, you know. There was not that much to do but eat, work and go to the temple on holy days. A bit of dancing, a bit of talking. Watching the birds ... are there even birds here?
I did never really play cards or dice, these were for older men. But then, the old granny always won ... she seemed to have fun."
she laughed. "I guess it does not hurt to try, doess it?"

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | A Bookish Bookstore
Golem! Golem!
Ruby Babbage-Lovelace | Nina Zaczoltski Phillip!!!

Prior to the discovery of the swarm in the bookstore's backroom, Ruby Babbage-Lovelace's day had been going fairly well. For starters, Miss Nina Zaczoltski had not only taken her on off of the Airship and visited a town that was strangely absent of any life but she'd then decided to become a student of the magical arts. Contrary to what fictional books would have one believe, magical academies were not the ideal place to study magic. For one thing there whole teams of religious zealots that would have found a school filled with heathens and witches to be an absolutely juicy target. Another thing was the fact that when you gathered groups of mages in one place, things sometimes exploded, including other students. The Airship Rising Dawn was the perfect place for Miss Zavzoltski to learn and practice her magical craft considering it was a floating fortress that stayed away from crowded urban centers most of the time. It would also be nice to have another novice magician aboard the Rising Dawn, someone that the Frilly Dress Pink Princess could discuss the finer points of magic with... like what materials one should avoid using when crafting a golem or elemental [1].

Standing in the middle of the bookstore, wearing a large bright grin on her face, Ruby listened to what Miss Zaczoltski had to say and answered her temporary temporary guardian's questions as best as she could... at least she would have were there not an interruption. But hey, here's what would have happened!

"I'm not sure exactly what we'll be up to after our little adventure here, but be it you teaching me some tricks, visiting your mom, this library, or even all three. I think I could squeeze it into my busy schedule~ Deal?" Miss Zaczoltski said as she squeezed the nine year old girl's far smaller hand and shook it.

"Deal!" The child said enthusiastically.

"So, I'm a bit surprised your mom is around here. With Eddie being the one taking care of you, I figured she must have been off on business." There was a bit of a strange tone to Miss Zaczoltski's voice as she said this... as if she was questioning something, "And, this Red Mage? Something happened to him?"

"Well, I didn't meet Mister Eddie too long ago and Miss Rory, she's one of the members of the Rising Dawn, asked Mister Eddie to take care of Farber and me while she left... she seemed like she really really needed to get off of the airship," Ruby mentioned, unaware of what happened to the Demi-Goddess of Death whenever there were people dying nearby, "And then Mister Eddie had to leave in order to take care of some stuff also... but my moms, their names are Deborah and Titania, work with the Rising Dawn but are usually away on business... they just happen to be at the Airship now." The nine-year-old pretty pretty princess rambled for a moment before pausing, "As for Mister Red Mage... he's the only magician that I've heard of that almost killed all the gods..."

Of course, as was previously stated, that's what would have been said were it not for Phillip's poorly timed interruption... not that was truly his fault or anything. No if anything, it was the swarm's fault. As Miss Zaczoltski walked towards the back to the bookstore to find out why Phillip was making such a racket, Ruby reached down for the book that she had been reading, a Primer on Golem Crafting, only to discover that she wasn't the only one in the store interested in the book. Standing atop the thick tome was what looked like an inky black stag beetle who appeared to be starting at the young girl who was staring at it. Being a rabid book fanatic, the usually fearless nine year old girl was aware that certain insects instinctively seek darker areas in order to hide better and sometimes these dark places were people's shadows. While it might look like a particularly nasty bug is charging a person, it's actually trying to stay in a person's shadow. It's one thing, however, to have the knowledge and it's another thing to experience it first hand.


That was the sound that the bug made as it attempted to invade the Ribbon Clad Cloth-o-mancer and got a stomp for its troubles and ,as one would have expected from such a noise, its guts ended up everywhere, including the bottom of Ruby Babbage-Lovelace's poor poor pretty-pretty ballerina slippers.

"Ewwwwww," The young girl ew'd in disgust as she looked at the bottom of her foot and the black spatter mark that was dripping off of the sides of the soles of her shoes. While she could have used the pages of a random book to wipe the mess off of her shoes, she did just what she had for Miss Zaczoltski, she magicked the mess out of the materials that were used in crafting her shoes... or would have had the black smear not fulled dripped off of her footwear and started sliming its way back towards the stag beetle's body where it was reincorporated into the rapidly regenerating insect.

Watching in morbid fascination, Ruby was taken by surprise when she wa suddenly whisked right off her feet by a running Miss Nina.

"Ruby! We need to RUN! NOW!!" Her Protective Temporary Guardian yelled as she tucked Ruby under her arms like a pink football, proving that humans can do quite a bit when under the influence of an extremem amount of adrenaline.

As tempted as she was to respond with a "What's going on?" or a "LET ME DOWN!" Ruby had been in enough danger riddled situations to know that she had to stay calm and observe the events that were unfolding around her and sure enough, the answer to her unstated questions became obvious, a swarm of insects like the one that the mini-magnus has squished were running after them, presumably not for the reason that Ruby had originally theorized. For a bunch of bugs, these were certainly quick and they seemed to be closing in on the trio of bookstore escapees.

Closing her eyes, the young magician concentrated on her surroundings, sensing the bolts of cloth from the stall that was located not too far away from the bookstore. While she could have attempted to try to contain all of the bugs inside of a barrier made of cloth, she had the feeling that these extra-dimensional insects would have been able to burrow their way through a flimsy thing. She needed something a bit larger and more distracting than a simple spell. Sending out ribbons of mystical energy, she started to weave the bolts of cloth into something very, very, VERY large... a rag doll with giant yarnlike hair, not too dissimilar from Raggedy Ann. Unlike the playful animated doll, this giant sized version wasn't out to be friendly with all she met, she was intend on distracting the trio's pursuers at any cost.

The Escapist Avatar Adventures | The Airship Rising Dawn | The Canteen
Tadaima, Bitches!
Katya Rostikova | Antoinette de la Trou | Benedict Warrington

Like Ruby Babbage-Lovelace, Katya's day had gone from pretty good to an explosion of shit of epic proportions. Whether it was some random fluke or perhaps the work of some sadistic God [2], the Rising Dawn's Resident Depraved Internet Troll had, like the previous few additions to the Rising Dawn, decided that crashing through the ceiling was the best way to make her grand return to the Airship... and she'd brought friends as well. While the people around her had started resuming their drinking, Katya, thanks to BEWP, had started to mend the shattered bones in her body and regenerate her mostly exploded organs. She was going to survive but this was going to hurt like a bitch.

"OW! OW! OW! THAT'S MY FUCKING SPLEEN!!!" The Self Healing Hacker screamed loudly as her spleen was patched up and placed in the general location of where it was supposed to be. It felt like a group of people prone to epileptic seizures were playing Operation inside of Katya's body. As her left eye was popped back in place, she noticed that her "friends" or the people that had fallen through the roof with her and landed on top of her, were being dragged off by some staff, presumably for some medical attention and light introductory hazing as part of their indoctrination into the Rising Dawn. Katya remembered her's very well since he dealt with the ship's most egotistical, self centered, self aggrandizing winged electrical asshat on the ship.

Speaking of asshats.

"OW!" Katya screamed again as she totally-not-on-purpose-I-swear-but-you'll-never-get-me-to-admit-otherwise kicked David's glass over with a flailing foot as her legs were popped back into the correct position relative to her hips... and with that it was over... the pain subsided and the world suddenly seemed at ease again.

"GODDAMIT OW!" The mostly fixed fixer screamed as BEWP oragnically spot welded a nipple back in place... and that should have been the last of it... or so Katya had thought as the world felt like it came crashing down around her and a multitude of hands groped at her and lifted her off of the hard hard bar...

~Fade to black~

~beep~ ~beep~ ~beep~ ~beep~ ~beep~

Did I ever mention that Katya hated hospitals worse than anything in the world? It was a combination of the repetitive beeping and the fact that everyone always treated hospital patients with some degree of fragility. Dolly was probably sitting right next to Katya's bed with that rat bastard David. Glancing around, she noticed that she was all alone actually in the sick bay, a fact that made her feel both irate and underappreciated. Grumbling at the fact that there was not a familiar face around, the formerly missing mechanical genius swung her legs off the bed and started heading back towards the Canteen where she could presumably get some sort of sustenance and guilt trip a hug out of Dolly.

"HONEY! I'M HOOOOOOME!" Katya exclaimed as she burst through the Canteen's double doors.

[1] Generally one wants to avoid using explosive or radioactive materials unless you don't care about your surrounding environments
[2] >_>

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