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|Poses=:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     THE WORLD OF GALIANDA...     Steeped in magic and brimming with humans, the Great Span remains as busy as ever, conveying travelers from Plate to Plate as well as serving as the entry point for off-worlders. The gate remains a permanent fixture to one of the solid blocks of the Great Span and while the Span will move, never does the Gate find itself opening up to the empty space between the Plates.     It is here Kyra Hyral and her new Servant Saber will find themselves, traveling on foot for any new visitors to Galianda simply have to have the experience of walking the Span and discovering that the time spent doing so is magically shortened by the haste lamps present. Although warned by the wary Prince of Ramuh, Kyra still wanted to bring Saber to her world. "We'll visit Alexander Academy first." she tells the blonde, seemingly unbothered by Saber's choice of dress even though it immediately earns the stares of those nearby. "Then maybe we'll drop by Ramuh a little. You've proooobably /never/ seen a city like Ramuh. If yo like lightning and neon, you'll /love/ it."     The shock of yesterday's summoning has worn off, replaced by a sort of wary excitement. 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      And step through the gate Saber does. Accompanying her new Master, she looks left, right, up, and down. Taking in the various immediate sights that Galianda has to offer. "I see. So this is your world." She brings a hand to her chin, the other keeping that arm propped up at the elbow. "Fascinating. This is nothing like Earth at all!"      The blonde woman spread her arms as she stepped forward. "Perfect! Beautiful! This will serve as wonderful inspiration for my next piece!" What piece? "A world built upon the idea that everyone can do something, and that prana is available to all? What an exciting thought! It must be quite a world where magic is universally available and permeates through society as a whole!"      And then a smirk finds it's way onto Saber's face. "Yes, this is good! Very good!" The Servant nodded to herself, apparently pleased with some invisible criteria known only to her. Whether she was aware of the stares her choice of dress was getting her, she didn't acknowledge it.      She knew was she was wearing. She wasn't ashamed. An emperor has no need for a silly concept such as /shame/!      "You have explained briefly before, but allow me to reiterate; Alexander Academy is a school where children such as yourself go to learn how to harness their abilities to the utmost level possible, yes?" Saber looks towards Kyra at that. "What is the end goal however? Such rigorous magical and physical education...are you perhaps soldiers? Off to fight in some war?"      Ironic, considering what she was. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      A long, long time ago, a man was called into the Wish-Granting War by a woman. She named him, bound him to a gate, and bid him slay anyone who dared to step across it. And, by the power of the Holy Grail, he was forced to obey, though he yearned to split her from skull to sternum and watch her die. That was before the whole world collapsed around him, crumbling into rust, dust, ash, and rot. That was so long ago it dwarfed human understanding, a timespan that encompassed whole civilizations.      It has not been since that day that anyone has asked the Nameless Swordsman to kill another.      The crowd of the Great Span parts. Between the people, he walks, as though they were no more than raindrops. An instant ago, neither Kyra nor Saber could feel anything, but there he is, clear as day, walking towards them. A purple tuxedo wraps around his slender body like a holy shroud. A sword, nearly as long as the man himself, hangs over his shoulder, sheathed and bound. A skull-topped cane is bound horizontally behind his waist, like a short-sword's sheathe.      None of this is unusual on Galianda.      But the scars are. The black scars, or tattoos, or whatever they are, that criss-cross his body, etched like stonecarvings. They seem to writhe, wriggle, thrash, breathe, changing subtly with every motion of his body. The scars seem *living*, but not alive in the way that an organic creature is - rather, alive in some way that scratches itelf across the surface of reality, something that can't be constrained by things like angles, or logic, or physics. To Saber it is apparent as day that this man is a Servant, and that there is something wildly, woefully, *painfully* wrong about him. He is an aberration, a...a /wrongness/, an *infection*. Something that shouldn't exist.      The man stops before the two. He doesn't announce himself. He doesn't need to.      Behind him, struggling against the crowd (and clearly not blessed with the same degree of natural talent) is a tall black man in a skull mask, with a handsome black tuxedo and top hat. He grunts and squeezes past the bystanders, stopping slightly behind the man in purple.      The man in the skull mask whistles.      "Get a load of those," he admires in a strong Cajun accent, "Hope the Brown Saber is that fine, huh? Hey, maybe you should recruit her, Master. Be a shame to kill such a lovely."      The top-hatted man also doffs his hat to Kyra. "Hello again, pretty lady. Sorry you got all mixed-up in this. If'n it makes any difference, don't think of this personally, eh? It's just business."      "An' if it's all the same to you I'd rather go for pleasure, yeah?" He leers at the ladies, "But you know my Master. He just don't know how to relax an' have a good time. The only sword he thinks about is the one on his back." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Nope! Nothing at all! For one, our Sun isn't a big gigantic, immobile bomb. In fact there he goes right now-" Kyra points off in the distance to firey flicker of Phoenix as he flies over the massively towering mountain of Titan. Kyra herself watches Saber out of the corner of her eye, remembering her previous aspirations to conquer every world out there under her banner. Of course, that meant she had to discuss with Saber what might happen when such aspirations were leveled at Galianda but she'd cross that bridge when she needed to.     "That's right, that's exactly right." Kyra responds to the assessment of Alexander Academy. "Well, some are going to go into the militaries of their respective Plates, no doubt, and although their is a war currently going on, the Academy's purpose is not to train for it. But with the advanced skills graduates obtain, they're expected to advance in their respective fields and crush even greater challenges-unknown dungeons, dangerous monsters, macroeconomics. Serious challenges like that. If you're looking for a full-blooded military training academy, there's one on Odin. It's needed because Odin's filled with endlessly-spawning golems that hate flesh."     She starts to reach for her phone, eager to show Saber some pictures of Odin when a sick feeling grips her stomach. This, of course, happens at the exact moment that Kojirou reveals himself. Although the dress he's chosen today is radically different from what she's typically seen him sporting in their past encounters, there's no mistaking him for someone else. Abruptly, Kyra stops walking to stare at him, further unnerved by his silence.     "...what are /you/ doing here?" Kyra asks though she has a pretty good idea what the answer is. She herself isn't sure which Grail War her Saber belongs to but even if that was a Grail War unrelated to whatever world Kojirou hailed from, it wouldn't really matter.     Her mood darkens just a little as Caster of Brown shows up. "Yeah, no, sorry, but she's /taken/." Kyra drawls a little possessively. 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      "Oh my! Is the sun /moving/?" Saber's eyes widened a tad as she looked off into the distance, watching the 'sun' for a moment. And then she turns her attention back to her Master, nodding along to the explanation of the end intentions of such involved training. "I see, I see...fascinating!" Saber mused casually, a smile on her face suggesting that she was pleased with the answer. "Young souls tempering their spirits and then rising up to lead the way towards a better future! I love it! Fantastic! Brilliant!"      So dramatic, this one.      At that moment, a sudden feeling of /wrongness/ washed over the blonde Servant. "...!" She immediately turns her attention towards the unidentified man and his...companion. Two Servants. The one up front was....there was something definitely wrong about him. He was definitely a Servant, but...she could sense magic. Magic in the form of a crest, as well as Command Spells.      /Strange/.      "Praetor, behind me." Saber speaks calmly, narrowing her eyes as she stepped in front of her Master. The man in the mask gets a smirk. "Recruit me? While I am not surprised that you would recognize greatness when it stands before you, I am already currently contracted."      Saber made no moves, and remained on guard. "I did not expect to run into fellow Servants so soon." Her gaze alternated between both men. "Who sent you?" 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Caster of Brown's leer widens. "Hey, I'm jes' sayin', I'm up for that sorta-"      His words are cut short as Avenger slides the skull-tipped cane from his belt. Caster of Brown groans. "N, no! C'mon, not my-"      "Reinforcement," Kojirou murmurs. Black, sick-looking energy rolls over the cane, lashing around it like a binding. The mud-like goo drips off the cane as Kojirou holds it before him in the manner of a swordsman. It looks a little bit silly to the untrained eye, a man brandishing a black-dripping cane like a deadly weapon. He swings it down to his side. Is he leaving himself open?      "Not my Banda," Caster of Brown groans, rubbing the sides of his head, "Not my Banda! C'mon!"      Kojirou, notably, actually waits until the crowd of bystanders has cleared (which doesn't take too long - people on Galianda aren't idiots). He doesn't answer Saber's question immediately. The serene smile on his face is almost inhumanly peaceful as he looks off to the side, over the side of the big bridge.      "I send myself," Avenger replies, "I want to see your strength, Saber who looks like that Saber from long ago. I can already see that you aren't the Battlefield's Lily."      There's a distant sigh on his lips as he continues staring off into the vast sky. "Still...perhaps you'll be worth of my blade. Show me your skill, Saber."      "Fight for your life, or you are most assuredly going to die."      "He, he's not kiddin'," Caster of Brown observes, moving backwards, "If I was you I'd surrender your Command Spells to 'im now. Save you both the pain an' the trouble."      Kojirou says nothing. He's not even *looking* at the Empress. Surely, what could be more interesting than her? And what sort of vagabond challenges someone to a fight, pulls out a cane, and then stops looking at their opponent! How rude! 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Yes." Kyra says, unashamedly proud of her own world and its own properties in this moment. "Yes he is."     Being a hormone-filled teenager, Kyra actually has some idea where Caster of Brown may be going with this one. Fortunately, Kojirou's seriousness cuts off any opportunity for Kyra to make a return lewd remark about that.     Of course, she needs little encouragement from Saber to take cover. Smoothly, she steps behind the Servant. Already, a few words are murmured beneath her breath, white light gathering faintly in her palm before she reaches for the back of Saber's left shoulder. Her palm is smoothed against it, the magic passed along with a whisper: "Protect." Her own 'reinforcement' spell is clearly visible for those few moments, materializing as a green crystaline shield that fades. She takes another step back from the Servant afterwards, withdrawing one of her guns from beneath her hoodie.     "No, I'm not surrending anything to this guy. Saber, kill him." 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      "Hmph."      Saber smirks at the main Servant challenging her. She eyes the cane, apparently a belonging of the Servant behind him. Caster perhaps? That would explain the odd cane. But who knows. He could be Assassin and that could be a hidden sword.      "So you send yourself. Very well. I will not run from any challenge. I commend you for come at me head on. In respect to your earnest desire..." She spread her stance, arms coming together at one side, as if holding a blade. "...I will meet your challenge in kind!"      At those words, a plume of flame bursts to life in Saber's hands. It writhes, twists, and turns, forming an otherworldly shape. A demonic sword of crimson and black. Forged not for man, but for a fiend.      Aestus Estus - The Embryonic Flame      The symbol of the Ruler's might. The mark of the Tyrant. Cloaked in an everlasting flame, the sword glows brightly, waiting to bathe in the blood of Saber's enemies.      "Now, opponent of mine; let us have a battle that will go down in history!"      Feeling Kyra's spell effect her, Saber nodded, smirk still on her face. "Of course, Praetor. I shall show these miscreants the folley of their actions!"      Prana gathered around her, intensifying Aestus Estus' glow.      The calm before the storm.      And in a burst of speed, the Crimson Tyrant descends, blade in hand. An abrupt stop is had, just before Avenger, and Saber swung. A flash of red flame follows horizontally, aiming to reap the Servant where he stood. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Kojirou says nothing. He barely turns his eyes away from the world beyond. The blue sky is enrapturing to him, after all. It's been so long since he's been able to see a blue sky, and never from such an angle, such a height. It doesn't matter that it's an alien world. The blue sky is always friend to Kojirou Sasaki.      "Hey!" Caster of Brown warns, "They're usin' reinforcements! Let me hel-"      Kojirou silences him with a wave of his hand. Caster of Brown crosses his arms and shakes his head. "Nothin' but a taxi to 'im..."      The battle is joined. Saber charges, speed and fire, elegant and magnificent. The demonic sword's heat roars along the bridge as she sweeps towards Avenger, hesitating only for an instant to get into position.      In that instant the position is lost. The dripping-black Banda sweeps upwards to meet the blazing sword. Caster of Brown covers his eyes, rather than watch the impact-      -which never comes. As elegant as a leaf, Kojirou's strike nudges the blazing sword slightly off-course as he sidesteps onto the edge of the Great Span, perching on the handrail. There's no ringing impact, no clanging of metal on metal. It's just a single tap in the right place. For an ordinary swordsman - even for a *great* swordsman - that should be utterly impossible.      Kojirou makes it look as elegant and effortless as the wind.      Then he's not on the handrail anymore. He slides around behind the Crimson Tyrant, still brandishing the cane like a short sword. He takes it in both hands, drawing it upwards in a diagonal slash as he takes a single step to lend it strength.      Red Saber may find that that cane isn't nearly as blunt as it appears if she isn't careful. Banda is perfectly capable of drawing blood...and who knows what that black ink does?      "Don't hesitate," Kojirou lectures, sounding almost bored, "Commit in the moment you charge. Stopping to right yourself creates a gap anyone can exploit."      "You aren't an amateur, are you?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "...Avenger." Kyra slaps her forehead, "That's right, he's an Avenger. Which isn't a standard Servant Class at /all/. I'm not sure what the purpose of it is but Kojirou has a habit of getting up in everyone's business!" At Caster's complaining of assistance, Kyra sticks out her tongue at him. "Our lives are on the line! This isn't some kind of honor duel!" As she speaks, she appears to be loading her gun-the spring-loaded dart gun to be specific. "Though to be honest I am kind of surprised he's not letting you help. We could finish what we started in the sewers that one time."     Very aware that she herself could become a target at any moment, Kyra casts Protect on herself moments later, before turning her attention to the fight itself.     Calmly, with her gun in one hand, she slips the other around her phone, holding it up one-handed as she starts to record the fight. She doesn't bother with livestreaming it either-this is entirely for her own benefit. 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      "...!?"      Avenger is fast. Her strike, even slightly delayed due to the stop, misses it's mark completely. An amatuer mistake. Or perhaps this was the Emperor's true skill?      No.      No Way.      She was summoned as Saber.      She had the skill!      And yet, there she was, taking a slash in the back and falling forward. "Gah...!" The blonde Servant fell forward, dropping to one knee before she flopped to the ground in an undignified manner. Aestus Estus being used to prop herself up, Saber glared behind herself at her opponent.      Thankfully, Kyra's Protect spell lessened the damage from grievous cleave to light slash. Still, blood ran down her back all the same.      'Are you an amatuer?'      The question earns Saber's ire. "How dare you." With renewed vigor, she stood. "I am a master swordsman! Even the goddess Bellona trembles in fear at the grace in which my blade dances!" The Crimson Tyrant retakes her stance. Prana gathers once more.      But something was different.      It was Avenger's turn to sense something amiss.      Together with Prana, an unknown force seeped into Saber's form. Crimson particles forming and flowing into her body. Yet, she did not get obviously stronger, no.      It all became clear when she dove into the fray again.      A single slash. Two slashes. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. With each swing, Saber's movements became smoother, faster, stronger. There was no hesitation in her movements. No amatuerish flourishes or obvious openings.      If she were an amatuer before, suddenly, it was like she actually /did/ become a master swordsman.      Swings become a blur, turning into a storm of flame that encroaches upon Avenger almost at all angles. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      "Yeah, well, I like not jus' bein' part of the scenery!" Caster of Brown grumbles, "No matter how pretty I am." He raises two fingers in the PEACE sign in the direction of the recording, then surges past the two fighters, moving next to Kyra. Oh, right - even *Casters* are superhuman fast!      "I don't think you wanna shoot that dart, pretty lady," Caster of Brown observes, "I think you wanna put that dart down right now. You know why?"      He points at the retreating firebird of the sun. "'cause that thing is about to go past," his finger trails down, "That big-ass mountain, you see, an' that's gonna make a shadow so big even I'm not sure what it'll look like. But you can bet your bottom dollar it'll fall over us."      "Wanna see what happens when it does?" Samedi's eyes flicker with excitement.      Meanwhile, Kojirou is fascinated. The moment of Saber's change is as easy for him to see as if she had held up a blazing, burning sign. She goes in an instant from someone he can dance around to a master. Perhaps she couldn't truly challenge the gods - and on that Kojirou made no judgements, as he had never fought a god, no matter how much he might've liked to - but she was clearly not a rank amateur.      She doesn't wait. She presses, hard. Fire fills the air as her blade comes downwards, clashing against the wooden Banda - and here Kojirou cannot simply parry them aside and turn them like leaves. Here he uses both hands, thumb hooked around the cane at both ends, crashing the black mud against the burning hellstorm. Black goo splatters everywhere as Kojirou is forced to step backwards, each slash forcing him back a bit further. The flames lick at his skin, lashing at his tuxedo - which is most certainly a Holy Shroud, though how such an unholy creature came by it is a mystery. If he could sweat, he would be sweating.      One of the slashes gets through his defense, slicing into his shoulder around the Banda's blind spot. It cauterizes instantly, but in the split second before he bleeds and the split second after the wound is sealed, both Kyra and Nero might get a glimpse of it - the black, ichorous blood that runs through his false veins is identical to the mud wrapped around the Banda. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Kojirou skips backwards, his lips pursing upwards into a smile. He can feel his heart beating a bit faster. Yes, this was it. Daring the edge of life and death, pressing himself against destruction. This was how he lived. This was how he loved. This was how he *appreciated life*! This was Heaven!      Kojirou taps the mud-soaked Banda over his shoulder. His palms are blackened from the heat. "Interesting. You went from a rank amateur to a skilled swordsman in the span of an instant. I wonder if it's because I noticed your lack of skill..."      Kojirou's smile widens. "What happens if I press harder? Will you become even more skilled? Will you truly be someone who can challenge the gods?"      "I want to see it. Let's press you further, beautiful flower, between the pages of this book, and see what imprint you leave upon me."      "Reinforcement." Saber and Kyra both get a sense of the immense depths of Kojirou's power, the ocean of mana being forced into that tiny frame, as Kojirou reinforces his own body, his eyes, his reflexes, everything. Superhuman attributes spike even higher. But that's not the surprising thing.      The surprising thing is when Kojirou next opens his mouth.      "Mad Enhancement."      The black scars and lines across his body shudder and shift, twitching along Kojirou's form. Again there is the appearance of a living thing, the strange and impossible undulation of that which SHOULD only be ink or scars as they arrange themselves into new patterns. The black flecks in his eyes twitch and shift in the process.      And then his killing intent goes dead.      Saber can feel nothing at all. No killing intent. No aura. No ki. No...*soul*. Where a moment ago Kojirou's fighting spirit was intense and brutal, now there's nothing. Just a dead spot, like a machine.      The machine moves.      No, *moves* is the wrong term. To say he *moves* is to undermine the act. Every step of his feet, from the first two to build speed to the third where he launches himself, is precise and mechanical. The whole of the Great Span seems to shake as he lunges. But as he arrives at Saber, the terrifying deadness of his eyes and his smile is perhaps not as bad as the precision with which his cane moves.      There is no brutality here, no wild ravenings of a lunatic. There is no furious swinging as might characterize a Berserker. Each strike of the cane whistles through the air fast enough to carve through the sky. The mere shockwave displaces air like a lethal strike, sharp enough to cut through skin and bone. And the most frightening part is that this is not his swordsmanship. This is not a secret skill, or a Noble Phantasm.      This is the strength of Mad Enhancement, Reinforced by a magic spell, accompanied by skill so precise as to be without the slightest hint of emotion to impair his judgement. This is inhuman. This is...a machine.      A killing machine. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, I don't want to shoot this dart either. I want Saber to beat Kojirou's face in." Kyra tells Caster in a casual tone, "But I know a thing or two about how the whole Master-Servant thing works and I remember what he did to YOUR previous Master. If he aggros on me, I'm going to be /ready/." She gives Caster a toothy grin, filing the threat away as useful information. Her phone-holding arm loops around him for a few seconds, pointing the camera up at them. Kyra grins.     "Smile!" she says before she takes a selfie of them together.     She switches to recording the fight right away afterwards, even though the fire is starting to obscure the fight quite a bit. It does, quite clearly, show Kojirou more or less bleeding nasty-looking mud that is also getting flung all over the place. Mentally, she makes a note to take a sample /after/ the fight.     It is with a bit of dread that she realizes Kojirou was holding back. She almost really does let Saber use that Noble Phantasm-but no, too early for that to happen. Can't reveal THAT much of the skillset..yet.     Unwinding her arm from around Caster, she takes one sidestep away from him and lifts the phone up, as if recording, for a second before she stashes it in her pocket and waves her hand promptly at the pair. Magic Particles flow from Kyra, channeled into her white magic, and focused into the buff-stripping: "Dispell!" Though she can sense it doing something, it definitely does not feel as if that Berserker-like ability was shut off by it. 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''           The storm of flame clashes with the enemy, a strike finds purchase. And Saber can spy, for an instant, the same black mud coating his cane appears to run through his very body.      What manner of devilry?      If Saber could stand against the gods, then she wouldn't have needed to cheat her way into the Saber class. But that's not something to talk about right now.      Nonetheless, her pride would not allow her to do /any less/ than the best. Therefore, Avenger's provocation is met with a confident grin, despite the heat of the battle. "You wish to continue testing me? Very well!" Her blade is raised to one side, held ready.      "An emperor does not yield! Even in the face of uncertain odds!"      And yet, those odds just got even more uncertain once Avenger reinforced himself. Saber could sense it. His attributes just spiked again.      But that wasn't all.      'Mad Enhancement.'      Her eyes widened. "...Berserker...!?" No, that wasn't right! This man was not Berserker.      He /made/ himself Berserker in this moment!      Did he?      Regardless, there was no time to think. There was only time to act. The machine was upon her in an instant. Still retaining her abilities, Saber managed to parry away the initial flurry of strikes, creating a blur of red and black as weapons clashed together.      "Ghk...!"      With each strike, the Servant's hands rattled. Avenger's blows were like that of a titan! If she held her weapon even slightly wrong, Aestus Estus would be removed from her grasp, and her body cleaved in two. She was a master swordsman in this moment, but she did not have a master swordsman's strength.      Saber was sorely tempted to deploy her Noble Phantasm, but no. Not yet. Now was not to time to reveal that card. She needed to find an opening with her own two hands.      Shockwaves tear through the air, rattling Saber's body even with each parry. Each clash brings her closer and closer to failure. Each strike grew closer and closer to finding purchase. It was only a matter of time. "....!" One blow barely nicks her cheek, drawing blood. Another slices through her sleeve, drawing more blood. Another passes her side, and more liquid crimson is the reward.      Wait for it.      Wait for it.      Not yet.      Not yet...!      "NOW!"      Surging with all of her strength, Saber parried Avenger's next blow upwards in a desperate burst of strength. And in the moment following, she reared back. The sound of a key unlocking a door could be heard, and Aestus Estus exploded into flame. Gritting her teeth, the blonde Servant lurched forward in that instant, a flash of furious flame following in the wake of that instantaneous slash.      "LAUS SAINT CLAUDIUS!"      And the flame erupted into a glorious, searing blossom of vermillion and white. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      Caster smiles for the picture, because he's an agreeable sort.      The Dispel wave crashes across Kojirou in mid-strike. He gets slower - noticably slower, for a Servant, though he's still moving substantially faster than a human possibly could. (Kojirou's default Agility is A+, marking him as someone moving over a hundred times faster than an ordinary person - and that's before Mad Enhancement is tagged in!) It's actually hard to track his attacks. Inhumanly difficult. It's not a matter of skill, either. It seems like the true form of his attack just shifts in the middle of each strike. It's like watching claymation, where somebody cut out the stuff between 'attack start' and 'attack finish'. It's nonsense, nonsense that goes beyond ordinary skill. Even in Mad Enhancement, he's unreadable. Inhuman serenity...?      On the upside, his strikes are no longer producing shockwaves, so that's good!      That makes all the difference, too. In that instant, Saber dares everything, and breaks the titanic force with cunning and skill. Banda, the wooden cane, goes flying out of Avenger's hands - it is the weakest point, after all, between Saber's demonic sword and the impossible form of Avenger. The cane goes spinning upwards, vanishing from sight.      She capitalizes, and makes good. Aestus Estus erupts into fire, crashing into Avenger's body. It swells, filling the Great Span with a marvelous, all-consuming flare. It is power unleashed here, pure and simple. Marvelous, magnificent power. Surely it killed him...?      No.      In the middle of the flame, there's a pulse as Kojirou's killing intent surges back onto the battlefield. He drops out of the Mad Enhancement, raising his hand before him. He's already started burning...but...      "Elementar."      Another surge of that ocean of prana. Another surge of impossibility as power is forced into Kojirou and into the flame around him. The Magic Crest on his body erupts into sickly red light, painting the flame itself from orange to bloody crimson. The fire splits away from him before he turns to cinders, before he *fries*. It is as if he took a blade right down into the fire to protect himself, carving into the Laus Saint Claudius and dispersing it over the bridge.      The only thing not seared black on him is the tuxedo, which is most *assuredly* a holy item. His face is blackened. His hands are blackened. His hair smolders, flickering embers of the glorious flame smoking behind him. Every motion must be exquisite pain.      But those black lines upon his body are darker even than the charring of his flesh, and they twist and twitch and thrash into a new configuration as he moves.      Kojirou reaches behind him. Blackened fingers close around a beautiful blue hilt - shielded from the fire by his own head. Slowly, it comes forth, hissing as it's pulled from its sheathe like some sort of serpentine devil. The sword of Kojirou Sasaki, Monohoshi Zao.      It's ridiculous. A slender sword, four feet and nine inches long. A katana so big it defies sanity. It's nearly as long as Kojirou is tall. No one could conceivably use a sword like that, not really, certainly not against the heavy European sword in Saber's hands.      But...now that that sword is in his hands...he seems more....complete? More dangerous, even, than the Mad Enhancement. Despite his blackened burns, despite his charred skin, despite the pain he must surely be under, Kojirou with that sword in hand exudes an aura of such complete and total confidence that even the Mad Enhancement seems as if he was merely holding back.      Saber's earned this. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      He doesn't walk forward. He doesn't step back into melee. Hell - Kojirou doesn't even *move*. He simply takes the middle of the vast Great Span, the blade held neutrally at his side. Even an amateur swordsman can see that he's totally undefended like this! Even an amateur swordsman could tell how many holes and openings are in that posture. Not even a combat stance? What a shoddy swordsman!      "You managed to get Banda from my hand. You dove into death and emerged victorious on the edge of life. You have the makings of a master, at least."      Kojirou tilts his head to the side. There's an awful cracking sound as black flecks of charred skin fall away, leaving behind magical muscle and discolored black blood. "You have my respect, beautiful burning blossom, even if the test has only just begun. I am Kojirou Sasaki, Avenger-class Servant. Now that my sword is drawn, I would have your name."      "This is a duel of samurai now." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Later Kyra will Wark out that picture. But not now. Now the sitaution was dire enough for Kyra to pay full attention to the fight between the pair instead of the almighty social media. Her efforts promptly return to recording, which she'll slow down later so seh has a better look at the attacks.     "Hmm. Servants move very fast. There's no way I could outmove any of you..." ...which meant there were real concerns if one turned on her. She leaves that part unvoiced. Even with his speed 'reset' by Dispell, Kojirou was too fast to follow.     There is a small sigh of relief as she can see the Mad Enhancement is no longer active. The persistance and skill of Saber could be attributed to that. "Hey Caster, what's up with the Tuxedo? Why is it not burning?" she asks him casually, lifting her phone to center on the seared Servant with pristine duds. "Asbestos? -oh jeeze, that sword." Kyra narrows her eyes.     Honorable as that sounds, Kyra shakes her head, "No, don't fall for it, Saber." 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      Saber held her post swing posture, not looking back at the explosion of flame behind her until she could clearly feel Avenger's presence persist. "Truly amazing." She muttered to herself, straightening her stance and turning to face her still living opponent.      So that Magic Crest wasn't for show after all. And that tuxedo. She had suspicions, but now it was clear; it was a Holy Shroud. How did a man that permeated as much evil as he did obtain one? Much less a Magic Crest? AND he was a Master? /AND/ he could change Servant class skills at any time?      Ludicrous.      Still, Saber could not help but let a smirk form upon her face. This battle. She had said at the beginning that they would make it one that would go down in history. But at this rate, perhaps it actually would.      Koujirou Sasaki drew the blade upon his back; Monohoshi Zao. A ridiculous weapon, even compared to her own Aestus Estus. It was ludicrously long, and it looked terribly fragile.      ...And yet, why did he seem /even more/ dangerous now than he ever did before? The Servant narrows her eyes, but says nothing.      Upon being asked for her name, Saber opens her mouth, but then closes it. Kyra had given her an order. It was not an absolute order, but an order nonetheless. She glances back at her Master, silent for a moment. Then back to Kojirou.      "While I am moved by your display of honor, Sir Sasaki, my Praetor has forbidden me from giving my true name." She raised her blade into a prototypical 'duel stance'. "A stain upon one's honor it may be, but I will not disobey my Praetor."      The first move was Kojirou's. However, Prana briefly surged around her.      "Invictus Spiritus."      A spell? A skill? Whatever it was, the surge of Prana passed soon after, leaving nothing but silence. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      "It's my Holy Shroud," Caster replies, sounding somewhat grumpy. He really doesn't CARE about giving away information. He already dislikes working for Kojirou. The things a man does to win an unlimited Wish!      Kojirou doesn't seem to care that Saber won't give her name. He shrugs, rather than looking displeased or disinterested. Kojirou really doesn't seem the type to lecture and demand, anyway. If anything he's more like a force of nature. A whirlwind doesn't get mad at you. A thundercloud doesn't get upset when you don't listen to it. He also doesn't seem to care about the flow of prana, either. Can he even sense it? It's impossible to say.      He doesn't use Reinforcement. He doesn't change skills. He simply takes the sword in hand, shrugs again, and moves forward. It's a slow walk, like he's taking a casual stroll through the woods, admiring the scenery. It's not the lightning-fast charge from earlier. It's not the super-speed strikes that hammered with shockwaves. It's just a stroll, a casual stroll, closing the distance.      It's when he first steps into range that it becomes apparent why he feels no need to rush, hurry, or run. Five feet away from Saber...      The effect is entirely different than when he was wielding the Banda. With the cane in hand, Kojirou struck like a typical swordsman, slashing and striking with two-hands for the back, the chest, wherever he felt like. Though his attacks were hard to read, they were basically readable. The arc of the cane could be followed, predicted, and struck.      Monohoshi Zao is a completely different level. There is the BEGINNING of the slash - where the blade's tip is, dangling at Kojirou's side - and the END of the slash - where the sword ends, dangling at Kojirou's side - but nothing in between. There's no arc to follow. There's no *motion*. There's simply the awareness of a strike, like flowing water, fast as wind, aimed directly at her throat.      As he takes another step the blade swishes through the air again, just as ludicrously fast, just as impossible to follow. If before it was like watching claymation, now it's like seeing two stills of the same person set side by side, identical except that the blade ends up in a different position.      Another step, another slash. The zone directly in front of Kojirou is a killing field.      The worst part is that there is no magic whatsoever. No prana. No Reinforcement, no Mad Enhancement. No supernatural force prevents his skill from being read. No magical ability shields him.      This is skill that surpasses divinity itself.      Is this Tsubame Gaeshi? Is this his false Noble Phantasm?      Kyra could tell that it isn't, since she's seen it before...      "You should never give your opponent a chance to strike," Kojirou notes, in the same tone as his casual, through-the-woods stroll, "Giving control of the battlefield to your enemy is a mistake only someone very foolishly proud would ever make." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, well that explains it." Kyra agrees, "I was wondering why he was wearing a tux that looked so ridiculously out of place on him. Are you sure /you/ don't want to come work for /me/? I at least won't steal your clothes, no matter how snazzy they are." She sounds like she's only half joking about this. She already knows the types of mechanics that may be needed to take Avenger's command seals and she knows they're not prepared to handle that.     For one, that would mean getting something cut off of Avenger. Such skills...well, maybe Saber could pull something off but right now, Kyra's just rooting for her to beat the Avenger and not die.     If such a thing were possible against such accurate strikes that could not be followed. Even later when she reviews the footage, she won't be finding the actual trajectory of the sword in the 'middle' where it belongs. Even worse, Kyra knew this is what passed for normal skill like that. She remembers what happened to Riva.     "I'm kind of glad he didn't launch into some lecture about the name thing. I know some Samurai that would /immediately/ do that here." Kyra remarks aloud, trying to hide her nervousness with banter at Caster. 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      Yes, Saber was proud.      Pride would forever be her undoing. It was almost like her geass. If ever there was a chance for Saber to fall, it would always be to her own pride, not to the enemy.      And this was just one instance of that pride coming to a fall.      Avenger reaches optimal distance. And then he swings. ".....?????" Saber SAW where the blade started, but she did NOT see where it ended.      Squelch.      Blade slices through neck, and a violent spray of blood followed. Saber's lifeblood rapidly left her and she flopped to the ground uselessly, blood further continuing to pool around her fallen form.      This was it.      The battle was over.      Sasaki Kojirou was victorio-wait, wait.      ...Something was amiss.      Saber's body, which should have been dead suddenly took on an ethereal glow. Her blood, as if being rewound by time reversed flow /back/ into her body and her wond closed. Once it was all done, her eyes returned to life and she shot back up to her feet, Aestus Estus at the ready.      "I see. So that is how your blade works." Saber spoke confidently, a grin to match adorning her features.     . So, /THAT/ was was Invictus Spiritus did. It denied the concept of death and brought her back to life.      At least once.      And she used that one chance to gauge Avenger's sword skill with Monohoshi Zao. "Now that I have seen it, I have the utmost confidence that I will be able to cross blades with you properly, Sir Sasaki! Let us continue!" Prana gathered into her blade, and that same crimson power from earlier followed, flowing into her body upon her proclamation.      Then she struck. With practiced precision, she aimed not to overwhelm the swordsman with a flurry of blows. No, she adopted the philosophy that she was just hit with moments before. Single, quick, masterful strokes, aimed for vital points. There was no flourish, no flame beyond Aestus Estus' natural glow.      A proper duel between two Samurai. 

:'''{{#var:662|Fake Avenger (662)}} has posed:'''      "No thanks," Caster observes, "Might be nice for a while getting sandwiched between two pretty ladies, but I'll take the surefire victory and the perfect wish over the buxom blonde. I'm a long-term thinker."      "I don't think he cares," the Baron admits, leaning on a shadow, "I truly don't think he cares about anything except fighting."      Death is reversed. Kojirou's face remains impassive. It was a neat trick, but it was a trick she had spent. If she was a Servant, she could die, and if she could die, Kojirou could probably kill her. Saber throws aside her style, adopting the theoretical style of the samurai, bringing her heavy European sword down towards Kojirou's face.      He doesn't meet her blade. That would be stupid. Monohoshi Zao would shatter like fine china against such a heavy European weapon. European swords were made for smashing through armor heavier than Kojirou's sword. Even the abnormal Aestus Estus was big enough to crunch through Monohoshi Zao like so much clay.      Instead, he steps inwards, closing the gap between them.      "Reinforcement."      Aestus Estus catches in his shoulder. The lowest part of the sword - the part closest to the hilt - sticks at the moment of impact as Kojirou closes the same hand around the sword. The spray of black blood is utterly ignored as the wound in his arm becomes a vicegrip, pinning the sword with his own muscle, his own skin. His shoulder, his hand, become like iron, clinging to the weapon in two places.      Ridiculous...!      Monohoshi Zao rises to her throat.      The sword stops at the edge of life and death, an impassable barrier. The razor-sharp blade hangs there near her skin.      "You haven't shown me everything yet. You're holding back."      Then he pauses again, his lavender eyes meeting hers. Those wriggling black flecks in his eyes, like tadpoles in the pool, thrash and twist.      "..."      Kojirou shrugs, releasing the Aestus Estus from his hand-and-shoulder vicegrip. With a flick of the blade, he cleans the blood off Monohoshi Zao, sheathing it in the same motion. He bends down, snags the Banda, and stows it back behind his belt.      "For a brief instant, I felt hope stirring in my heart once again. That you might be someone who had truly challenged the gods, who could push me beyond my current state and into the realm beyond divinity itself...perhaps that is the closest Kojirou Sasaki has ever come to falling in love."      "Your skill is art. It is beautiful, and elegant, and utterly without meaning. It is a beautiful lie, a reflection of the truth that nonetheless rings hollow." Kojirou rolls his shoulder, tearing off his purple tie and binding it around his wound.      "You have never challenged a god. Your elegant sword is a paintbrush and nothing more. As swiftly as I fell in love, I saw through that lie, and my heart broke once again. You are a very convincing actor, but in the end, that is all you are."      He tilts his head backwards. "Make your lie truth. Challenge the gods themselves. Fight, and fight, and transform art into truth, and when you have cut into the flesh of gods and men alike, I will come back and kill you with everything that I have, and at that time I will hold nothing back."      "And then," Kojirou's eye meets Saber's, "You will die, not because someone asked me to kill you, but because you will be worthy of dying at my hands, beautiful burning blossom."      "Caster."      Caster of Brown sighs and mutters something under his breath. "Coming, Master." He scampers over to Kojirou, then turns and doffs his hat to the ladies.      "For what it's worth," Caster observes in Nero's direction, "*I'm* still fallin' in love." He shatters, taking spiritual form as Kojirou himself wavers out of reality, fades, and vanishes, leaving no trace of himself behind. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Ooookay." Kyra sighs with mock resignment at Caster. "Though honestly I bet two Servants would drive me completely nuts. And the MP drain..man, how would I have anything left to do-"     The banter stops abruptly when she sees Red Saber qute obviously, dead. She stares at this in disbelief for several moments, too shocked to be upset but the emotion was building like a rumbling avalanche in the back of her mind. Foremost is anger though. It happened far too fast for her to stop it with her white magic-     No, wait, Saber is fine. An illusion, maybe? As illusionary as the skill that Saber suddenly seemed to possess with her sword? Kyra will take that and believe that. She'll believe that, on the second day of having Saber, that she hadn't lost her already.     The bizzare state of rapture and disasppointment that Kojirou is left in isn't the ideal outcome Kyra hoped for-no, that would be annihilation. She very well meant it when she told Saber to kill him. But to have him walk away, hungering for more, yet leaving them both alive? Still an outcome that the white mage will appreciate and wisely not speak up to question. She does remark, "Well that was certainly something I've /never/ seen before." as she slips her phone away into her pocket and lowers, but not unloads, her gun. "Seeya Caster."     She waits, perhaps until the two are out of earshot, before turning to Saber with a grin on her face, "/Damn/. I don't care what samurai boy says about acting. That was awesome." 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      When all is said and done, Saber can only inwardly marvel that she was still standing. She had played far too many risky gambits to coast through this fight alive.      ...      Well okay, she died once, but that was semi-intentional.      Fat lot of good that did though. He saw /right/ through her. Was this the difference between an actual master swordsman and one who merely convinced the world that she was one?      Well, whatever the case. She was still alive. This was good enough for now. "Hmph! Perhaps I will challenge a god one day!" Saber proclaims, Aestus Estus dissipating into wisps of flame as Kojirou and Caster made their exit.      ...Caster's remark only served to inflate the Servant's ego however. She rest her arms upon her hips, chest puffing up proudly. Yes. Of course. She was the greatest after all!      Nevermind the truth!      Kyra's comment only adds fuel to the egotistical fire. "Mhmhmhm! Yes, yes! I /am/ awesome. I am glad you understand, Praetor. And I am also heartened to know that you are safe." She turned to face her Master, looking her up and down. "I trust my Prana usage has not drained you too much now, as it?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "There's no perhaps, I'm pretty sure you will, Saber. Challenge a god that is. That kind of thing is possible out here in the Multiverse. It's pretty great!" This cheerful addition comes once she's sure that Kojirou has completely left and there's no longer any danger of being surprise shanked.     "Hm, well." She puts a finger to her chin, "The draw is definitely a lot more than what I've ever felt before. On my own, I would have had to try to expend that much MP in a fight though I definitely do not feel /completely/ tapped out by you flexing your power. If needed, I can certainly drop some healing on you! I will be interested to see how it feels after you have used your Noble Phantasm! But in time. Even without it tonight, the results were fantastic!" 

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By the Book (Kyra Hyral)

2015-09-22T23:33:28Z

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"Making food is just like science! With tools that blend and baste~"

Kyra beamed brightly, singing as she dumped the half-cup of ground pumice into a ceramic bowl. The bowl had been carefully placed on the round wooden table in the center of what passed as a kitchen in her shared apartment. The rest of the furniture had been cleared aside as best as possible, chairs pushed away, couch shoved up against the wall. After setting aside the now empty cup, she took up a hand mixer next to her, flicking it on and plunging it, one handed, into the bowl.

"And every fun appliance gives the food a different taste!"

Her other hand sought out her nearby mPhone, slipping the screen lock down and returning to the photo gallery of the quarantined recipe book she and her fellow students had discovered in the Forbidden Wing of the Academy's library weeks before. Her pictures had been surreptitiously taken at the time, fearing that Marisa would not relinquish the book for her study. Her fears had not been unfounded: both her and Xiao Li Yu had barred her from the book.

"It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake~ If the way is hazy!"

Tiny sparks flew as the ground stone struck the sides of the ceramic bowl while being combined with the rest of the mixture. Kyra ignored them.

"You gotta do the cooking by the book!"

The hand mixer was shut off and removed. Yellow gloves slid on, a small precaution Kyra took to handle the minute amount of Dark Matter that was called for next according to the recipe. At least that's what she thought it said, given the slightly blurry text that was shadowed by Marisa's hat at the time. Mentally, she made a note to thank Fayt later, maybe with a slice of the finished product.

"You know you can't be lazy!"

The mixture in the bowl was poured into a copper cake pan and set back down on the table. She backed away, taking up her phone again and setting the timer on it to exactly 33 seconds.

"Never use a messy recipe, the cake will end up crazy! If you do the cooking by the book..."

A pleasant clink from her phone went off moments later, telling her that the time was up. Abruptly, Kyra cleared her phone, the hand mixer, various measuring instruments, and spilled flour off the table.

"Then you'll have a cake! We gotta have it made! You know that I love cake!"

Beneath the detritus, an elaborate array (or at least the most accurate reproduction Kyra could manage while battling low camera resolution) was carved into the table's surface, the grooves filled with a mixture of flour and baking soda.

"Finally, it's time to make a cake!!"

She slammed both hands down on the table, magic particles flowing through her hands and into the array set around the copper pan. Yellow light spilled into the channels, surging upwards, infesting the contents of the copper pan shortly afterwards. A rumble that sounded like a distant volcano erupting emanated from the mixture, a dire warning heralding the ensuing explosion.

By the Book (Kyra Hyral)

2015-09-22T23:32:59Z

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"Making food is just like science! With tools that blend and baste~"

Kyra beamed brightly, singing as she dumped the half-cup of ground pumice into a ceramic bowl. The bowl had been carefully placed on the round wooden table in the center of what passed as a kitchen in her shared apartment. The rest of the furniture had been cleared aside as best as possible, chairs pushed away, couch shoved up against the wall. After setting aside the now empty cup, she took up a hand mixer next to her, flicking it on and plunging it, one handed, into the bowl.

"And every fun appliance gives the food a different taste!"

Her other hand sought out her nearby mPhone, slipping the screen lock down and returning to the photo gallery of the quarantined recipe book she and her fellow students had discovered in the Forbidden Wing of the Academy's library weeks before. Her pictures had been surreptitiously taken at the time, fearing that Marisa would not relinquish the book for her study. Her fears had not been unfounded: both her and Xiao Li Yu had barred her from the book.

"It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake~ If the way is hazy!"

Tiny sparks flew as the ground stone struck the sides of the ceramic bowl while being combined with the rest of the mixture. Kyra ignored them.

"You gotta do the cooking by the book!"

The hand mixer was shut off and removed. Yellow gloves slid on, a small precaution Kyra took to handle the minute amount of Dark Matter that was called for next according to the recipe. At least that's what she thought it said, given the slightly blurry text that was shadowed by Marisa's hat at the time. Mentally, she made a note to thank Fayt later, maybe with a slice of the finished product.

"You know you can't be lazy!"

The mixture in the bowl was poured into a copper cake pan and set back down on the table. She backed away, taking up her phone again and setting the timer on it to exactly 33 seconds.

"Never use a messy recipe, the cake will end up crazy! If you do the cooking by the book..."

A pleasant clink from her phone went off moments later, telling her that the time was up. Abruptly, Kyra cleared her phone, the hand mixer, various measuring instruments, and spilled flour off the table.

"Then you'll have a cake! We gotta have it made! You know that I love cake!"

Beneath the detritus, an elaborate array (or at least the most accurate reproduction Kyra could manage while battling low camera resolution) was carved into the table's surface, the grooves filled with a mixture of flour and baking soda.

"Finally, it's time to make a cake!!"

She slammed both hands down on the table, magic particles flowing through her hands and into the array set around the copper pan. Yellow light spilled into the channels, surging upwards, infesting the contents of the copper pan shortly afterwards. A rumble that sounded like a distant volcano erupting emanated from the mixture, a dire warning heralding the ensuing explosion.

2919/WMAT B1 The Black Knightmare vs Allenby Beardsley

2015-09-06T22:01:33Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     OFFICIAL WMAT HAS STARTED! The crowds are completely hyped!     Allenby wasted no time-or rather, her support team wasted no time-in arranging for their fight to happen right away. Allenby couldn't be more pleased by this (and secretly, neither could her team since if she did lose that means she would be out faster and back to focusing on other things they'd rather have her doing). A message was left for this mysterious Black Knightmare fellow to meet her as soon as possible in the Diabolos Desert where Allenby seemed interested in doing battle with the guy on foot. Or at least that seems to be the case. There is no sign of the Nobel Gundam anywhere near the blue-haired teenager, who stands atop one of the wind-shaped dunes.     Of course, Gundams are known for dramatic entrances so it could be hiding in the sand somewhere. Under the shade provided by the mushroom trees is the rest of Neo Sweden's team, a group of middle aged scientists currenly in Hawaiian shirts and khakis. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     It's time then. Another match. Another battle. Another bloodbath for the entertainment of the crowds... The Black Knightmare received that message...     And The Black Knightmare comes.     Treacherous conditions mean seemingly nothing to the figure on approach amid the mushroom trees, bringing with it the howling hiss of small but dangerous sandstorm. Silhouette crests the horizon, protected from the harsh elements of heat, wind, and flesh-stripping sands, by little more than a ragged and tattered cloak. The storm eventually dies down... The approach however, does not stop. Hisses of steam vent and gust from beneath the battered cloth, glimpses of dark plating are the only hint that this is the challenger for this fight. Before one hand clutches the folds of the cloak... And rips it off, letting the harsh desert winds carry it off to reveal dark armor as black as the night itself, sword and shield held loosely in the other hand, before...     The Black Knightmare goes completely, inhumanly still. Waiting. Staring. Lone blue eye peering out the dark steel visor in silent defiance. 

:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''     A heated battle in a blisteringly hot desert is soon to be underway! Seated inside of a large semi-opaque black box is the vampire Joachim Armster, free of his confinement for the first time in he doesn't know how long. Out in the open world once more. And yet still inside of a prison of sorts. Sigh. Better than dying in the sunlight. He has been volunteered for the task of commentating. Lounging on a beach chair alongside him is the other commentator, a demoness quite aptly named Succubus, because that's what she is. She's a very old-fashioned full-body 'bathing suit', which is like a black and white striped dress. She has some glitter-covered star-shaped sunglasses on too.     "Are you even awake?" the vampire snaps irritably.     "Mm-hmm." the red-haired demon replies and then sips from a glass of something very red and salty through a straw. ...Must be tomato juice. A bloody mary or something. Yeah, that's the ticket.     Joachim looks up and squints at the combatants as they arrive. Then he reaches for the microphone awkwardly, still rather unfamiliar with modern technology. But he's been studying. "Welcome, mortals, to the World Martial Arts Tournament's Bracket B matches. My useless companion, Succubus, is too busy cooking herself in the sun to contribute, so I, Joachim Armster, shall be commentating on the no doubt impressive battle between the nimble human girl, Allenby Beardsley, and the armored menace, The Black Knightmare."     Succubus flips him off without looking.     Joachim, unfamiliar with the gesture's significance, ignores it.     "Now that the combatants have BOTH arrived, we shall witness their skill at murder--"     "It's not to the death," Succubus pipes up.     "--What? Not to the death? Well, fine then. Their GOOD SPIRITED and NON-LETHAL battle of PACIFIST MARTIAL ARTS and JOLLY COOPERATION shall begin shortly. They've made it this far in the tournament so they are worthy and talented warriors. I look forward to seeing either of them achieve victory. Shall fisticuffs and physical prowess or strength of armament and a cape made of mystery rule at the end of the day?" 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     Allenby squints off in the distance as she sees a suspicious figure walking their way. At first she thinks it's just a mirage, brought on by the punishing heat of the desert arena. But as it nears, she knows in her heart that it is definitely not so. Her lips pull into a wide grin as she watches the Knightmare approach, clanking and hissing like a minature version of the robots famous on her world. Hell, maybe he (?) is a robot. That stuff happens in the multiverse, it wouldn't surprise Allenby anymore.     "Hey." she greets the Knightmare. "Sounds like our commentator got lost on his way to a different tournament, ha ha ha!"     Testing the waters, really, on a response since she's got a little bit of an idea of the Knightmare's attitude from his qualifier fight. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Armored menace. It's an apt title, and yet still, the black beast doesn't budge an inch, that lone blue eye locked with a full focus upon Allenby. It may not be to the death, but the tension quickly mounts. For the Gundam Fighter's lighthearted greeting is met with little more than a rumble, a rattling screech of unpolished metal sliding on metal, as armor joints shift ever so slightly.     Slowly. Methodically, as Joachim and Succubus bicker, the Black Knightmare pointedly starts to strap that dark shield to one arm, gauntlet-clad fingers curling around the hilt of their sword and drawing it free of the scabbard with a ringing whine of steel. When the figure speaks, the voice is but a whisper, hoarse and rasping.     "Are you ready for your worst nightmare...?" 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     Lighthearted banter: check-minus. Pretty much exactly what Allenby was expecting. Despite that, she still looks just as excited as she did seconds ago, subtly shifting her footing on the dune as the Knightmare draws a sword free. From the looks of it, she seems pretty unarmed unless she's /really/ good at hiding things in that skin-tight blue bodysuit she wears.     "I'll show you a nightmare, robot knight guy! Come at me!" 

:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''     "An attempt by Beardsley to engage in friendly pre-battle banter has been brushed aside as the Knightmare pulls a sword on her! Someone has their priorities straight! But perhaps Allenby has a clever plan based around needling her opponent with the spirit of cooperation to cause a slip-up! How thrilling! ...The match has started now, yes?" Joachim looks to the referee. He gets a head shake. "No? Well... Well, something dramatic will no doubt happen!" Pause. "Eventually!"     "Why are you even here?" Succubus asks in annoyance.     "Shut up and drink your tomato juice. At any rate, it appears we are getting down to it now! Allenby has offered the eloquent and sophisticated challenge of 'come at me bro'. And the Knightmare cometh!" 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     That eye narrows. Still focused intently on the Gundam Fighter, the dark armored knight stills again, as if contemplative a moment, fingers slowly drumming on the hilt of that dark blade for a moment. An 'unarmed' opponent. Or if armed simply hiding it, or not drawing it yet. Friendly banter is not this one's forte in the least it seems.     Not when the figure in black begins to approach, a slow, methodical, trudge along the sand, like a killer with no sense of urgency, taking their time...     Until a trudge becomes a hustle... A hustle becomes a charge.     It's a loping pace that quickly bridges the gap of distance between the two and lifting sword to strike--     But it's not the blade that comes... It's a sudden swing- like violently opening a door with all the force of a battle charge, that the knight's shield swings out with intend to batter with jarringly blunt force. 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     If Allenby had any issues with fighting someone that has a bladed weapon, she's definitely not showing it. She seems a bit more concerned with the initial slowness of the Knightmare's approach, idily wondering if it was just toying with her or completely bored of the fight already. She seems to be taking the time to study the Knightmare in its approach, using these moments to try and put something to her theory that based on the movements, the Knightmare was a human-sized robot.     Her focus is not on the blade and it is this distinction that apparently enables her to spot the feint long before another opponent might. She turns a hand over and moves, 'swimming' against the shield with her arm. It still scrapes against her, but the damage ins minimal as she rides out the arc of the shield, sidestepping around him.     Now behind the Knightmare, she swings herself onto one foot and stomp kicks the lower back of her opponent, undaunted by the armor. "You're pretty fast. I don't suppose you have hidden rocket boots in those greaves, do you?" 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     WHAM. The solid impact of boot to the back earns a harsh CLANK of steel denting. But to their credit, the dark knight is not thrown off balance. Skidding to a halt a short distance away, lurched forwards in a hunch, shoulders rise with a slow breath. It all comes out as steam, hissing in an angry whistle from between that armored plating as the Knightmare straightens slowly, turning to glance over shoulder. No response... Not at first.     Then it comes. A snarl. Not of rage, but almost bestial in nature as the black armored warrior turns about, shoulder rolling. "No need."     It's with that simple reply that they... Drop?     Yes, suddenly throwing themself down, the Black Knightmare takes to all fours, even with hands full, and breaks into a low, loping, sprint; kicking up sand and dust in their wake in a zig-zag before lurching up at the last second, flinging the entirety of that spike-armored bulk at Allenby. 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     "Yep! Definitely a robot. Well, maybe." Allenby herself had been pushed back a little bit by her own strike if only due to the weight difference between the two. Still, for a girl her size, she seems to hit a lot harder than what's expected. "I guess it could be power armor. Oh, you could be really tiny and piloting your own giant robot." Allenby makes a motion with her hand to indicate a three-inch tall person.     She seems a little surprised at the noise it's suddenly making, then even more so when it drops to all fours and charges as easily as a two-legged person would. "...huh!" She steps right, then left, then right again as she tries to square up to the zig-zagging, later realizing that doing so is not a great idea. As it lunges at her, Allenby dives down low, throwing herself against the ground, squeezing between its legs, though not without some difficulty as she again scrapes against the hard armor.     Cushioned by the sand, Allenby pulls herself to her feet and tries to jump on the Knightmare from behind, strike with her feet, then latch onto its back. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Attempts to analyze are met with a snort, the Knightmare's focus fully on the fight rather than the banter- and still goes sailing over the slippery brawler. And then Allenby is on top of the Knightmare.     The traumatic landing is one thing, body jarring with a dull thud. But in an instant it's as though the dark-armored beast bristle.     "... Get off..."     The voice is calm. But the manner is like an animal, thrashing and whild, tumbling and rolling before rising to stand. With Allenby mounted on back, the Knightmare WHIRLS around, intending to slam backwards against one of the stone mushrooms with all the thrashing force in that heavy armored frame. 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     "Hm, this is kind of like riding a-" Before Allenby can finish her thought, the Knightmare issues a polite request accompanied by some very impolite thrashing. Right away, Allenby grips onto the Knightmare's armor, riding the wild movements out for a few impressive seconds before it slams her up against the mushroom. She's completely compacted between the Knightmare and the mushroom, a snapping sound suggesting that might have just broken a rib.     Strangely she makes no comments on whether or not this actually happened but does offer: "Hey that was fun." as she squeezes herself out from between the two obstacles. A quick catlike movement follows as she spins to sideways palmstrike the side of the Knightmare's armored head, trying to smack it into the mushroom. 

:'''{{#var:726|Walter Bernhard (726)}} has posed:'''     Joachim thought for certain he was going to be bored out of his skull doing this job. But the vampire actually finds himself strangely enthused about it. This role calls to him somehow. It's like... It must be...! Yes! That's it!     He gets to hear the sound of his voice constantly as he remarks on whatever pops into his head, and everyone has no choice but to listen! The increasingly violent battle that increases his bloodlust is just another benefit! He stands up in excitement when the Black Knightmare acts to crush Allenby into a rocky outcropping, announcing to the Multiverse what's going on!     He sits down, a bit disappointed, when Allenby is not a mangled body, BUT THEN HE STANDS BACK UP AGAIN WHEN SHE worms her way out and strikes at the Knightmare's head! "Beardsley counter-attacks after nearly being turned into blood paste, striking at her opponent right in the FACE! Let's find out just how well punching metal works out for not only Allenby but also the one wearing it!"     Succubus slurps the last of her bloody mary. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     And just like that the Knightmare's grip on the Gundam Fighter is gone again. Like some kind of hard hitting eel, the armored beast is left scrabbling at empty air when Allenby is off their back, as if unable to decide to be relieved the contact is over, or irritated that the brawler is no longer in a position where the dark knight can arguably be considered as the one having the advantage.     The sudden open palmed blow hits likte truck, sending that armored head reeling, helmet hitting the rock with enough force to crater it. And they don't even grunt. In fact for a moment, from how stone still the Knightmare goes, it might seem as though they were knocked out standing up...     Until one hand plants on the mushroom-shaped stone, a slow push allowing that helmet to peel free, caked in dust and broken stone, slowly turning that blue eye upon the nimble boxer for a momentary stare. Before bringing that sword to bear. This time there's no feint. No using the shield, no tackles. It's a heavy chop, a horizontal swing fast enough to cut the air itself as the Knightmare lashes out in a vicious slash. 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     The sudden lack of noise or expression of any sort of pain immediately leads Allenby to the conclusion that she knocked out the Knightmare. She even reaches over to poke it with a finger, expecting it to topple over, nonfunctional, with a small push. The tip of her finger touches the hard armor of the Knightmare just as it moves an arm to push itself free of the mushroom.     There's a brief, comical moment of Allenby with widened eyes.     Then, at last, the Knightmare lands a direct hit against the slippery Gundam Fighter. The edge of the blade tears open her skin just beneath her ribcage, though not deeply enough to create a mortal wound. There is definitely now blood on the sand and blood on the Knightmare's sword. Allenby looks fascinated by this and perhaps in shock. The Hawaiian-shirted scientists get up and crowd a little closer in the stands to watch closer now.     "...it's been a while since I've seen my own blood like this." she remarks before suddenly darting forward, intent on not giving the Knightmare a chance to swing a second time by getting in too close for it to effectively manuver the weapon against her. What follows is a flurry of blows too fast to follow, palm inverted, striking with the meat of the hand, right against the armored 'gut' of the Knightmare.     Her hands do look like they're getting bruised from punching the metal, though. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     In the instant after that swipe, eye meets gaze. Cold, clear. Fathomlessly deep sea blue, almost staring right through Allenby.     "How long."     Though the answer comes in the form of fists, each blow resoundingly clashing against the dark plating, making that heavy body jerk with every crashing connect. The moment of beatdown is almost disturbingly long, and the center of that chestplate is like a crater now. It takes much to get the Knightmare to back up in a fight, and this hail of hard hits is doing just that, boots leaving two furrowing trails in the sands.     Before one leg snaps up. A creaking groan of metal and then that foot comes straight forward with blurring speed. It's a simple, single flat out horsekick, aimed for the center of Allenby's chest if she doesn't get out of the way.     And the Knightmare kicks with all the full force of a wild stallion. 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     There is a long pause before Allenby answers, those green eyes of hers looking glassy for a few seconds.     Red. Machines around her, fuzzy shapes on the outside, blood on her hands. Was it really her blood? It must've been because she hurt.     "I can't remember." she admits, her cheerful attitude suddenly evaporating right out of the blue-haired girl. She stands there, not even chasing it down after her final blow lands that sends him sliding across the sand. Normally she would since that would mean she remains inside and too close for the sword. It's a vulnerable position that she pays for immediately as the Knightmare comes back and kicks her, although the kick does not wind up dead center but to the shoulder, which spins Allenby around. She falls to the ground partially, catching herself with a knee and a hand.     It may have just been a graze but she can feel the bruise already forming as the muscles in her shoulder tighten. Despite that, she takes advantage of the spinning motion that the Knightmare started with her as she pulls herself up and delivers a kick of her own, though this one a horizontal strike that leads with her heel. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     As soon as black boot hits the sands again the Knightmare has to react, that whirling reprisal coming back around. Up comes that shield- and even though it comes up in time, the force of that kick is astounding.     Ringing like a gong, the dark metal dents with resounding crunch, and the force is more than enough to actually take the black armored behemoth clean off feet, toppling sidewards in a rattling clatter of armor and groaning steel.     And they lay there for a momentm legitimately stunned and breathing hard, before, as implacably as before, beginning to slowly, inexorably upright. And now Allenby isn't the only one bleeding. A thin trail of liquid silver-shining fluid seeps from the corner of the helmet's visor, but it's wiped away on the back of a gauntlet as the Knightmare shifts stance. Shield up defensively, sword held high. The approach has gone from wild and brutal to now cautious and tactical, slowly circling, looking for an angle to attack from.     "Why do you bleed. For what purpose do you fught?"     It's not the light banter the gundam fighter was seeking before. It is a serious question of motive. "What drives you to fight? And is it enough to best me I wonder."     Musings are over though, a sudden lunge of motion and that black sword is hacking in a bitter flurry, carving dark blurring arcs through the air as the Knightmare intends to hack their foe bloodier. 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     "...is that blood? Or sweat?" Allenby asks, spotting the silvery liquid. Her daze, lost in events of the past, seems to be broken by this curious question, if only momentarily. In a way, she's still trying to pry more information out of her opponent.     The shift in approach is responded to in kind, Allenby lowering her center of gravity and moving to face the Knightmare at all times while circled. If there is anything that catches her off guard, it's the question. "Outside, I fight for my country. Here, I fight for myself. I fight because it's the only thing I can do now." There's just the slightest hint of frustration in her voice. "But here, at least I can fight /strong/ people. At least, then, it's enjoyable." She seems to struggle with her words on this, most feel empty except when she speaks of fighting the strong.     It throws her off bad, overwhelmed suddenly by the burst of speed from the Knightmare and the flurry of slashes. It's almost bordering on gruesome and it produces the effect the Knightmare had intended. At the very least, Allenby was able to protect her neck but her limbs and torso now show a variety of bleeding cuts. She finally manages to swoop in for a counter during the attack, slipping beneath a swing, coming in low with a flying knee to the already cratered 'gut' of the Knightmare. It's only to soften as she twists, slips an arm to his hip and another over his arm as she attempts to hip-throw the much larger opponent to the ground. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Briefly, the Knightmare looks to their own gauntlet, and the silver smear upon it, before flicking it away. "I don't sweat."     It's a plain, simple, honest answer as the circling continues for that moment. "Ah. To fight for the pleasure of fighting the strong. Admirable in its own way..." Murmured in that cold, hoarse voice. But by the time the Knight draws back, blood on their blade, they continue, "But be careful about biting off more than you can chew..."     And then-- knee to the gut. that earns a grunt. Somewhere between pain and surprise as Allenby- even injured- hoists was feels like no less than several hundred pounds, heaves, and-     CLANK.     Right down onto the sand, the Knightmare lays on back for a long moment in a crater. And once again they go stone still and silent. It's a beat before the ringing dizziness wears off, even if they don't show it under all that plating, they sure felt it.     But then one gauntlet-clad hand snap-reaches for the Gundam Figher's ankle, intending for a vicious tug to pull her to the sands as well, sit up, and start punching in the midst of a dust heap. 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     "Aha." Allenby comprehends the answer easily enough. "I have no problems with that. I've fought people stronger than me now. It's...motivating."     Something's clearly definitely up with the girl, though, to be able to throw around several hundred pounds like that, even with all the injuries she was currently packing. Her facade seems to be slipping every few moments now, a wince of pain on her face. During one of those winces, the Knightmare seizes her ankle and drags her to the ground into a brawl on her back. The heavy gauntleted hand smashes into the Gundam Fighter a few times before she can roll out of the way, cringing as sand clings to the cuts all over her body.     She attempts to lunge at him to shove him back to the ground, climb on top, and start her own flurry of punches aimed downward. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Motivating is one way to put it. But now the Knightmare is done chatting. But where Allenby's expression's are like wearing her pain on her sleeve, that black visor betrays nothing but the deep, heavy breathing, from within that armored suit, steam hissing visibly with every breath. And though they lose their grip again on the wiry, wily, brawler, the lunge is met with that armored bulk. The connect of two bodies slamming together inches the dread knight backwards, the blows rattling armor and bringing about another hissed snarl, but then, the Knightmare hooks shoulder low, intending to flip her clean over and back in a reversal. 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     "Oof!" Allenby's results are definitely less than optimal as she's hurled over onto her back by the Knightmare. Right away she wiggles backwards on her back, intent on not getting in a position where it can pin her to the ground. She's actually no stranger to fighting on the ground either. She stops for a moment, perhaps waiting to see what it will do.     Instead she sets up for a trap of sorts. Once it gets in close enough, she strikes out with both feet aimed at it's chest to launch it away. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Two feet to the chest with the force behind them are enough to lift the Knightmare off the ground by a few inches- this is a feat with all that weight, touching down with a rattle and buckle of knees. Somehow the Knightmare manages to not topple over, but weight being thrown off balance means several steps backwards before balance is regained.     "This grows wearisome..."     There's no missing the two new dents in that middlesection, but the Knightmare is undeterred. By now though, motion is sluggish and slow to respond, body hissing with steam before... The Knightmare reaches down. If they can get ahold... Then comes the lift. And then bodily slam into nearest mushroom rock. 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     Allenby takes that moment to rock onto her back and hurl herself onto her feet into a standing position. "Tell me about it. I can't believe you're still standing." says the girl still bleeding, though most of the cuts are now caked over with sand. They're not bleeding now but being stuffed with dirt is probably much worse.     Squirming to evade, Allenby's own speed fails her as she's snatched up by the Knightmare, lifted into the air, and flung against the mushroom rock. She smacks against it in a decidedly crunchy-sounding fashion. Despite that, she manages to hit the ground crouched, launching back up at the Knightmare with a yell, a fist pulled back into one mighty punch. 

:'''{{#var:395|Amalthea (395)}} has posed:'''     Definitely as tough as it looks, at least. But once Allenby takes the wall and-- flings back up to feet. It seems to genuinely shock the dark knight.     The fist genuinely dizzies the knight.     A stagger, a shuffling dizzy backpedaling step, one hand clutching the side of skull before sagging in place, dropping their blade. Nearly dropping shield too, using it to lean on and hold up with a growl.     And now. It has turned into a back and forth slug off and little more. Free hand reeling back before swinging forward in a monster haymaker of a right hook. 

:'''{{#var:760|Allenby Beardsley (760)}} has posed:'''     It looks like Allenby's about to follow up on that last hit. She moves in, but before she does, the final punch connects right in the jaw. The jaw doesn't break, at the very least, but it is more than enough via a direct blow to the head to send Allenby tumbling unconscious. She falls to the ground in a heap.     No doubt she'll wake up later confused. The rest of her team breathes a sigh of relief. 

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2015-06-20T17:23:26Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Deep within the streets of Sector Twelve where what little sunlight Ramuh has never reaches is -A D V E N T-. A club trending towards the upper end of popularity, it isn't the kind of place where one has to be on The List to get in but it would kind of help with the entrance fee. There IS an entrance fee to get in, by the way, which seems to be just high enough to tell the riff-raff to go elsewhere. Friends of DJ deadm0g, however, will find that they get a discount to this fee which makes the amount a lot more paletable. Those that get argumentative would find their way barred by a pair of beefy Monk bouncers at the doorway. These two would certainly be intimidating to the average Galiandan. To an Elite of the Multiverse, however? Not so much.     On the inside, the club is respectably large with the majority of the area dedicated to the dance floor. There is only one level and surrounding the perimeter is a bar plus small tables and couches for the tired or drunk to lounge. The bar does indeed serve alcohol but all those who enter are questioned for their ages. Those too young to drink by the law of Sector Twelve (18 it turns out) are marked at the door with a stamp in phosphorescent ink that glows in the blacklights surrounding the bar. At the far end of the club is a raised two-foot soundstage with steps on the sides and a doorway into a greenroom behind the back wall. Turntables and other equipment have already been set up lining the outer perimeter of the stage.     By the time other people start to arrive, they'll find that the club already has a respectable number of people in it. It's not jam-packed cannot-get-past-the-squirming-bodies crowded but there are enough to believe that today's trio of artists have had quite a bit of draw. The staff is busy, clearly raking in the gil from drinks and clearly quite pleased with this.     Near the stage but not on it yet is Kyra Hyral, dressed in her finest non-school uniform punk attire, sporting her rather signature moogle hoodie. Two others are with her, presumably the other artists. One is a teenaged boy that seems to be slightly older than Kyra and has the darker brown skin of an Ifriti native. He's dressed in a crisp, clean dress shirt with the tall collar popped and skiny jeans. A pair of black pixel-frame-styled glasses sit on his nose and a keytar is slung in front of him. The other is a girl much older than the other two, her skin the signature pale grey color of some native Ramuhans. She is dressed as the gothiest goth to ever goth. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' Riva's been to a lot of clubs. This place seems like a number of them that she's been to, but there's just a few jarring differences. The decorations, the behavior of some of the people there. Hell, the drink brands. And hell yes is riva drinking today, with some kind of fruity frozen concoction that seems to be somewhat similar to a daquiri even if it tastes more like mango than strawberry. She sips the frozen drink and watches the people out on the dance floor, her gaze moving to Kyra. From her expression, she looks like she wants to head over there, but there's a definate tinge of sullenness about her as she sits at the bar consuming the drink. Maybe she'll go ambush Kyra in a little bit. They have time, right? 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      After begrudgingly paying the discounted fee and getting marked with one of those stamps, Sanary steps into the club with a t-shirt and shorts combo. The former is yellow with a black cartoon canary on the front, and the latter is tan. That's... Pretty much it for the shorts.     She's also got thigh-length black stockings on that seems almost mismatched with the light colors of the rest of her wardrobe, and her arms are covered from shoulder to wrist in bandages. Should she even be here, considering how crazy clubs can get?      Pah! A little thing like useless arms isn't going to stop Sanary from having a good time. She might not be able to get any booze in her, but she can at least enjoy the show and try to find some of her friends in this place. The tricky part is actually /finding/ any of them in this mass of people. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:'''     Not everyone who's here is here for pleasure. While Dominic is very much a fan of MogStep and its proprieter, he's mostly here for work. This is evidenced by his outfit: A pair of jeans, a belt, boots, and a black t-shirt that reads 'Security' on the front of it. He looks smaller than some of the more intimidating security members like the Monk or the Other Monk. Still, working club security in his part time is a way to make rent and pay bills now that he's living on his own with a roommate.     His sword is at his side, attached to the belt he wears. Rather than at the stage like some of the bigger and more imposing security, Dominic is hanging out near the bar to deal with any drunk and rowdy patrons that need a little tap from a Sleepblade or some other form of control. 

:'''{{#var:652|Audrey Stormfist (652)}} has posed:'''     AUDREY STORMFIST is BFFs with Kyra.     Really.     She has, thusly, come to support her BFF.     (To be honest, she just had nothing better to do.)     The KIRIN supervisor, essentially Souji's right hand these days, appears in the club still wearing her military overcoat, the reinforced blue clothes giving her the same style as ever. Her hands are miraculously uncovered, a sight typically impossible to catch, as she tends to wear those magitech gloves everywhere she goes. All in all, she's walking into a club wearing her PRIVATE MILITARY COP FOR HIRE uniform, but one hopes her reputation is enough she won't be getting harassed by drunk, authority-hating teenagers.     It's at the sight of Dominic that the Monk approaches him, curious. "I wasn't aware you played bouncer and security guard in your offtime, Masoch. A favor for Hyral, or is money running low?" 

:'''{{#var:792|Haruhara Haruko (792)}} has posed:'''      Haruko doesn't just walk into the room. She is basically strutting with confidence. She's parked her Vespa outside, told the doorman she's 19 (which gets a raised eyebrow, because she looks closer to being in her mid to late 20s), and has gotten herself a drink. Of note, she has a guitar on her back. So she occasionally has to confirm that no, she isn't with the group. She just brings it with her most everywhere.      She stays as close to the stage as possible. She's heard Kyra talk with Heaven or Hell before. And, like all other members of that group, Haruko has a certain interest in Kyra. Which is why Haruko is here.      Haruko does give Riva a slight nod. The two of them met, briefly, during a robot attack.      Haruko also frowns as she looks around and realizes she is probably one of the older people here. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     ARTHUR LOWELL is riff-raff. He is absolutely riff raff. But he's not going to go away, nope, instead he's paid he way in, with the appropriate discount. But he made sure to be obnoxious about it. Arthur's technically old enough to be drinking chronologicall -- several billion years -- but biologically it's up for debate, and so when he joins Riva at the bar (hell yes, here's someone he knows), he's undoubtedly ordering some soda.     "YO RIVS, what up? Know they're dealin' with a buncha POLITICAL SHIT but you don't gotta go FROWN PRINCESS on me here." He takes a huge drink of his soda rather quickly, spinning around once and only once as he settles onto the barstool, sliding his own drink to a stop in front of him just enough that it looks like it might tip over, before it doesn't. He gives a friendly wave to Kyra, eager and full of energy. That's someone he's been teaching over there, remember! 

:'''{{#var:666|Mirielle Edelweiss (666)}} has posed:'''     Nearby the door that Dominic (and now Audrey) are bouncng-at or alternatingly just shooting the shit at, is a bank of waste recepticals. Recycling with one of those pushy-lid tops, trashcan, trashcan, recycling bin for bottles and cans, recycling bin for other stuff.     There's something... Off, about that first recycling bin though.     "Mister Masoch engages in many preperatory activities to season himself for his future career in Law Enforcement." Comes a mildly amplified, and tinny, voice from inside the topped recycling bin.     HEY WAIT THAT TOP DOESN'T OPEN AT ALL.     Inside is Mirielle, with an m-Pad running various apps and surveiling the scene from her wastebin operations booth. As a TRUE BORN RAMUHAN she could appreciate the subtle 'wubwub' of Mogstep, but she was more worried about assassins. Or Helenas, which to her knowledge was the same thing.     "It's good to see you too." Mirielle-recyclingbin offers to Audrey. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     TOO LATE, RIVA.     "Hey! HEY RIVA!" Kyra calls out from halfway across the club, nudging the two with her as she practically /skips/ over to join the older redhead and the Spacegod. She's obviously in a great mood right now. As she approaches, Riva will see that she's already got her camera strapped to her forehead but it doesn't yet have the telltale red glow around the apature, suggesting she hasn't started the Lifestream feed on her MogYouTube channels.     "'sup Arthur. I'm /super glad/ you could make it too." She is giddy. So giddy that the goth girl next to her seems to be wilting from the radiance. "We're gonna start in a few minutes but I wanted to introduce my fellow artists-" Kyra pronounces it ART-TEEST in an over the top, ironic way.     She gestures at the Ifriti, "This is SpoonyMic. Also known as the Keytar Hero because he's actually a Bard. And /this/.." she directs her hand to the goth Ramuhan. "...is TheLivingGravestone."     "I'm not a Bard." the girl cuts in dryly. "Pleased to meet you both." 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason has come to the A D V ENT CLub and she was dressed for it tonight, the of crazy form fitting clubbing clothing tht really didn't fit anywhere outside the lcub was the order of the day here as Lyria came to support her friend. She hoped Kyra's parents would burst a blood vessel over this, that their daughter hadn't been broken by what they'd done. However the Levtani is here to show off have fun and catch up with friends. Soon that Kyra and Riva would find Lyria coming ot join them. "Riva, Arthur also Kyra looks like the place is going to be packed for the show! This looks like smooth sailing from here, right?" She also takes note of Dominic whose clearly here to be riot control if needed, so she's got no concerns about tonight. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' While not entirely familiar with the Alexander Academy crew, Riva offers waves to the Union-affiliates, but does not step on their budding rivalries, crushes, and shadiness. It's kind of nostalgic, really. Haruko gains a nod back from Riva. She's watching you, housekeeper... Or would be but Nathan isn't here so she's less concerned about shenanigans. It's when Arthur shows up that Riva starts, looking surprised for a moment and being thankful that the club environment might hide some of her momentary flush as she quickly tries to recover her equilibrium. "Ah, yeah." She says, giving Arthur a small smile, getting a bit of that Riva bounce back. "Just some things have been bugging me lately. I'll be fine." She swirls her drink and looks out over the dance club. The people there. whose only care is what song comes up next or if that cute boy/girl/other will notice them. She chuckles for a moment, and looks back over to the Mage of Space. "Maybe you'll know, Arthur." She says. "Why do people profit from doing bad things to other people?" The answer to DEEP PHILOSOPHY is delayed with the arrival of Kyra, and Riva puts on a big smile when she drags her associates over. Riva immediately leans over and gives Kyra a ruffle in her hair. "You're all kitted up, aren't you, Kyra! Looks like it's going to be a smash hit on the dance floor." She looks over to Spoony and TLG, and nods. "Glad to see you both! I'm Riva, I've been trying to keep deadm0g here out of trouble, with mixed results." She chuckles again. "So, do you all play together often?" Lyria gets a wave and a smile. "Hi there, Lyria. Yeah, with any luck it'll be an amazing gig and everyone will make some money and popularity." 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, I'm surprised you didn't catch it in the grapevine. I'm on my own, now," Dominic says to Audrey pretty casually. The Monk gets a cordial smile and a tip of his head as the Fencer leans against a wall and watches the stage and the crowd, "Rent's not cheap out on your own, so I have to make ends meet," He hasn't hidden his severance from his family, but it wasn't a public affair, either. Audrey was generally cool to him, despite her disputes with Kyra, so he has little reason to avoid being honest with her.     As his way of greeting when she walks over, he extends a fist towards her for a sort of fist-dap-broforce kind of deal before lowering it to his side whether she accepts or not, "I still get some electronics and service for free to keep quiet, but I'm officially out as heir," He adds with some finality. If nothing else, Audrey can notice he talks a bit more relaxed now that he's not a noble, "So how have matters been in your own business? I heard the Zaibatsu ran a pretty high-profile op. Even though you didn't succeed, people were still pretty impressed by the group's performance."     A glance is given down at the trash can as it 'speaks'. Whether he knew she was there or just is no longer surprised that she sneaks trash cans places. He taps a couple fingers on it a few times as greeting, "Thank you, Lady Edelweiss. Your explanation is also accurate. How have your own operations been? Are you recovering?"     He remembers Mirielle getting injured on a recent operation. In fact, his own healed wound has a phantom pain from remembering what a lightsaber strike felt like. He shakes off that memory with a bit of a headwag. 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' A /club/? As if Nonon would be caught dead in one of those. "What do you mean you doubt I'm over 18!?" Comes a voice full of venom, bitter at being slighted! Yet even if she provided ID, Nonon ends up with one of those glowing stamps. Being under 4 feet has its flaws, and that is most /definitely/ one of them. However, once in - Nonon is a bit different than her normal band attire. Oh she still has the hat, but she's clad in a completely white and black bodysuit, the white being bones trailing up and down her limbs, across her stomach and chest, and especially the shoulder skull with glasses and a mohawk. She has a funky hat too, and bone high-heels. Crossing her arms as she, being slightly over 4' tall because of the heels, enters, Nonon glances around. She can't really see anything. "Well, it's not /that/ terrible/." She can't even drink though! Talk about putting a damper before things even get good. 

:'''{{#var:792|Haruhara Haruko (792)}} has posed:'''      It's hard to tell whether Haruko knows Riva is suspicious of her or not. As usual, she keeps her usual aloof and uncaring air to her. She's a very hard person to read, in many ways. She's just continuing to listen into everything, wandering the club a bit more. Picking up bits of the conversation, trying to get little hints of what everyone is up to.      And then she spots Nonon.      A smirk.      "Oh, hey! ...Wait, isn't it getting past your bed time?" Haruko doesn't say this with any rudeness. If anything, it sounds entirely and completely sincere. Which will likely make it all the worse. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Hearing a familiar voice yelling at what she can only assume is a bouncer, Sanary shuffles back to the entrance carefully to get a better look at what's going on. Spotting Nonon getting tagged with one of those stamps as well, the healer waits until the council member's inside the building before approaching her with a light wave.      "Hey, Nonon. Didn't know you were into... Uh. Whatever mogsdub is." She scratches her cheek lightly as she glances around at all the club goers revelling in their... Glow sticks or whatever it is.      "Don't know if I'm really liking it yet." She looks from Nonon to Haruko, looking mildly confused by the two pink haired women before rubbing an arm gingerly. "Are you two related or soemthing?" 

:'''{{#var:652|Audrey Stormfist (652)}} has posed:'''     "Is... that so?" Audrey seems surprised. "I have obviously spent far too much time burried in the Zaibatsu's paperwork and not enough watching the news. How sloppy of me," she admits, evidently disappointed in herself. It's not really her style to be behind, but then things have been so busy lately, keeping up with everything has been a pain.     Right back to business, though. "You'll understand if some of the details of that operation are classified, but that's correct. We've been reaching out for larger contracts and to establish clients in as many worlds as possible, so some displays of might have been necessary."     Trashcan, though, can't just ignore that.     "Edelweiss. I. Erm. Should I not ask why you are hiding in there?" She isn't SURPRISED by it anymore, but it's still very unsettling, and that's despite Audrey generally being pretty hard to faze. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, huh, heavy shit." Arthur says, his eyebrows shooting up. He seems to take that one pretty seriously. "Well...-- We'll talk 'bout it later. YO, KYRA!" He insists on doing that cliche coolkid handshake again, just to show off to the other performers here. Kyra's probably got most of it down, and it's still just as elaborate as before. "HUH! Yo, s'up?" He'll go for a shorter, much quicker stylized handshake for the Ifriti since he has a more clean-cut look, and a wave of distant apathy at the goth that he gets the feeling she'd prefer to any major introductions.     "Nice t'meetcha there, stormcloud, silverware. ARTHUR LOWELL, ROCKET POWERED JERK, been helpin' DEADM0G here on the side."     Lyria is noticed too! "Oh, YO! Uh..." He snaps his fingers briefly. "Whatsyerface." Did he forget Lyria's name?! God damn it. Rude! Then, back to Kyra and the other artists, "G'luck with the SICK BEATS tonight, lookin' forward to the ILL NOISE." 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason grins at Riva and she nods in agreement. "I think I conviced some of my mom's employees to come well their kids anyhow who are about our age." She looks to some of the arrivals whom she not sure of b ut she does spoot Sanary. That puts her into a bit better mood here and she looks over that. She notices Arthur's comment and she smirks. "It's Lyria Mason." She'll be polite for Kyra's sake and not start a throwdown with Arthur. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "You bet, Riva!" Kyra bounces up and down excitedly, "I'm gonna electrify it! Hoosnap incoming-" Arthur initiates COOLKID HANDSHAKE and on the fourth or so go of this, she does have it down pretty well. "So yeah." She turns to her fellow DJs, "This is Riva, my new, superior big sister. Arthur's got his intro covered as usual, hah!"     SpoonyMic definitely has it together and is pretty capable of keeping up with Arthur on his own, especially since it's a more abbreviated version. "This is our first time playing together. Hell, it's our first time all bein' together in the same room." SpoonyMic answers Riva with an easy grin on his face. "I've met up with deadm0g Eye-Arr-Elle a few times but not for a gig."     "I haven't met Kyra in person before." TheLivingGravestone says, not bothering with the DJ name, "But we've done a few collabs online. I'm not sure I'm really /down/ with this....being in person thing." She wrinkles her nose.     "Aww, c'mon, hearing live applause is /waaaay/ better than a bunch of upvotes on MogTube. Just you wait!" Kyra beams, prompting an even deeper scowl from TLGS. "I-" something on Kyra beeps and she gasps. "Ooh! It's time. I better get up there because I'm going first! Woo!" She leans over and fistbumps Arthur before swinging to take a sudden slighty detour to the right. Kyra quickly ambushes Dominic with a kiss on the cheek before she skitters off, giggling in that schoolgirl/mad scientist way.     Scrambling up onto the stage, Kyra stands behind the tables that have been set up, slipping a set of headphones on. The circular apature suddenly glows red around the edges. "HELLOOOO A D V E N T!" Kyra greets through a microphone attached to her headphones, "Welcome! This is DJ deadm0g here and I've got something special for you tonight." she starts a beat going on the equipment, "Never before released to the Mognet, fresh beats inspired by the Multiverse!" A very aggressive-sounding synth starts in, "I call this one 'Decompiled' and it goes out to my fellow DJ and Program from the Grid-Deelel! Check it."     The full music explodes through the speakers. It's fairly loud. 

:'''{{#var:666|Mirielle Edelweiss (666)}} has posed:'''     Mirielle, in her faux-recyclingbin, smiles slightly, before tipping the edge up, peering out into the club from her sittiing position. "It's quite comfortable if you take appropriate measures. I have a number of people who owe me a small favor here and there helping gather up some 'hype' for our DJ friend. As for me... Security. And you may ask, Stormfist. I'm simply... Not that good with crowds." She admits, her smile turning to a frown.     "I recovered well bu-..."     Nonon enters the club and is thankfully called out to by Haruka. "Ah... It's her!" She hisses, before letting the lid close again. "That's the person who buried me in metal rubble. It took quite the work-over with Esuna to clear the rust-filth from my body. Urgh..." She groans, remembering being distinctly afflicted by Tetanus-like things.     "I'd rather not relive this. Trust that Mister Masoch and I will handle things according to our means. Enjoy the show."     Mirielle seems DOUBLE content to hide in her faux recepticle now that Nonon is around. And wearing /skulls/, ugh, who does that. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Due to some unexpectedly strong winds, Twilight Sparkle arrives a bit late to the party. But, she is decked out in proper clubbing gear. At least, for a pony. A few glow bracelets around her forelegs, a brightly colored patchwork vest, some legwarmers on her back legs, and even some frosted tips in her mane, which is properly disheveled-looking rather than the usual straight style she wears.      "Woo! Let us party hard!" the pastel purple pony says, arriving just in time for things to get started, it seems! Twilight doesn't usually go to clubs, but her usual ineptitude with social gatherings is enough to keep her from realizing that one shouldn't immediately head to the dance floor and start doing the monkey. Twilight waves her forelegs up and down a bit wildly, her tongue sticking out from the side of her mouth cutely.      She pauses when she hears the announcement. "Deadmog? Why would you want to be named after something dead? These sorts of gatherings are supposed to be lively. Having 'dead' in your name would seem to be contradictory to the entire reason for 'clubbing'." 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' Dressed up in the way that she is, maybe less people would recognize- Nope. It's telling when the first line that comes out of someone's mouth is about your age/height, but Haruko and Nonon have brief history. As much history as a vespa to a face and an attempt to sonically annihilate someone could possibly be. Eyes widen in hate before the voice meets a face, Nonon's eyes settling on Haruhara Haruko's own. Her eyes narrow, the bony appendages on her shoulders and thighs stretching out - why yes, she controls them, like some kind of musical spider, right now. That is before a familiar voice and a wave catches her unaware. The tension is clearly there but... "I'm really not. This is more Inu's thing." She flatly states, eyes and body twitsting to face Haruko again as Sanary speaks up about them being'related'. Related with ... with that!? Now that REALLY offends her! "Like I'd be related to something like that!" She declares, loudly, pointing! "If we're related at all, she's the missing link!" Then the music, loud, synthed. Nonon audible winces, hands clasping over her ears. She doesn't hear Mirielle but does notice the trash-bin spin a little out of the corner of her eye. It's just a trash bin though? Only trash would be there, right? This is like if someone beat up music, Nonon thinks. They are literatelly murdering it, she believes. Some people clearly just don't have club taste. That person is Nonon. 

:'''{{#var:792|Haruhara Haruko (792)}} has posed:'''      Haruko, of course, immediately contradicts Nonon. As Sanary asks if the two of them are related, Haruko moves to put her arm around Nonon, and then hugs her from behind, wrapping her arms around Nonon's waist. It's a rather loose and casual hug.      "Actually, she's my long lost younger sister. I've been out of town for /years/ so I haven't seen her in a /long/ time."      She is, of course, completely lying.      But, as Haruko hears a few people talking about Nonon, Haruko smiles, "Sis, you've been causing people a lot of problems, haven't you?"      And then a glance at Twilight.      "...Is that a talking pony?" 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah. It's been a pain, but hey, I don't blame you. It's been a quiet affair," Dominic says pretty humbly, managing to give Audrey a dashing sort of smile, "Good to see you again, though. Need all the friends I can get nowadays, haha," He says in a complimentary fashion as his hands move to rest on his belt, one atop the hilt of his sword.     The dashing prince thing is sort of defused quickly when Kyra ambushes him with a kiss to the cheek and runs off. He huffs in that way that guys do when someone embarasses them in front of their work friends (Audrey, Mirielle, and the other bouncers) before sighing and then tapping the top of the can assuringly, "Do not worry, Lady Edelweiss. Barring another strange man with a sword of light, I should be well capable of defending you," He replies, "Should you be aggressed," He's still a little formal with Mirielle. Summoner and all.     As he looks over the crowd, though, he does not to Audrey and to Mirielle, "Does the crowd seem to have a bit of an... interesting composition to you two?" He asks, hand slipping to curl around the hilt of his sword in a reverse grip. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Looking from Nonon to Haruko, then between them rapidly, Sanary starts snickering while nodding to Haruko. "Good to meet ya. Name's Sanary. Good seeing you two reunited finally."      She totally bought it.      Sanary's expression goes blank as the music starts, however, peering over at Kyra and her fellow musicians. Is this music? It sounds sort of like music, but she has no clue what she's actually listening to with all the thumping and... She's not even sure how to describe it.      "Is this.. Uh. Does this normal?" She sounds confused even as she asks that, having trouble forming a coherent sentence while eyeing nearby dancers warily as they get a little too close for comfort. If her arms weren't so messed up, she'd just shove those people away!      Alas, she's forced to just retreat closer to Nonon while holding her bandaged arms closer to her sides. "This kinda makes me feel like hitting something! Or breaking stuff!" Her eye keeps darting around from person to person to try and figure out if she's doing something wrong in NOT breaking things or starting a fight. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     POUND. Arthur reciprocates the fistbump heavily, energetically! "SHIT YEAH, knock 'em DEAD kid." He says, and then backs off for a bit. He watches attentively, sipping on his drink. "OH, HUH. DEELEL. I know that chick, helped me out way back in the day. NICE, she's in with a GREAT CROWD."     Cool Kids react to music with, at best, small repetitive motions, and so he should make sure to do so as well. As it starts up, he mutters responses to Riva's serious questions. "The way I see it is, bad shit only really gets what you want in the short term. Steal everything you want, you'll get it, but eventually the shit you're hurting, you know, governments or people or whatever, comes back to bite your ass. More people you hurt, the more people wanna hurt you. More you help people, more people wanna help you. Profit off of doing bad shit only lasts until karma comes and kicks you in the ass. Or at least you risk it. Sometimes you pull through, even if you're horrible and did horrible things, and then I guess you just got lucky. Just the way this is."     Then, much more casually, "Or, y'know, WHATEVER, I guess." He does an exaggerated shrug! "Who knows? Someone fuckin' FALLING DOWN ON THE JOB, maybe." 

:'''{{#var:652|Audrey Stormfist (652)}} has posed:'''     "If you... say so," Audrey finally manages to answer Mirielle, in that weird sort of tone where she's still not sure how to act when speaking to someone hiding in the trash. As a hobby, evidently, because this isn't the first time.     Then Kyra swoops in, kisses Dominic, and storms right back off. Audrey stares for a moment. Is there ANYTHING ELSE she hasn't been keeping up with that the crowd would like to just drop on her tonight?     Oh, the place is full of Monks. AMAZING.     Audrey frowns, glancing back towards Dominic. "Yes. The air reminds me of the dojo when I was a child. I didn't like it." Not that there's anything to smell in the air, per se, but her Ramuhan senses are unusually sharp-- the pressure each person is carrying with them in the club. Monks tend to breathe at set intervals, perfectly, well-disciplined. It kind of... creates this odd, orderly buzz in the air. Offset largely by the club, but being near Monks is still a thing.     "This is unusual, unless there's a discount for brawlers tonight." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "We better get up there too." SpoonyMic says, still grinning at Riva and Arthur, "Nice meeting both of you. We should chat more a little later, yeah? C'mon TLGS."     "Gladly." the goth girl grouses, retreating from the PEOPLE and leading the way back to the soundstage as the Ifriti follows along behind. Neither of them seem to be inclined to join in the dancing-and there is dancing, despite what the music sounds like. There is definitely dancing. Small pockets even clear out on the dance floor for the really skilled coolkids to come out. Watching them has to wonder if they're using time magic or have the Dancer Job to them. Maybe both. Neither thing gets called out as a bad thing, though.     That song winds down and Kyra, oblivious to the SIMMERING HATRED she's now cultivated for Mogstep amongst some of her visiting classmates (and not-classmates), continues on: "So this next one." she intones, "Goes out to a certain Spacegod-" she says it as one word, of course, "-here with us tonight. It is, of course, called ROCKET POWERED JERK!" Completely different music starts which sounds nothing like the first song. It starts off slow and takes a bit longer to get to the drop. 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason is ignored by Arthur and won't press it, she's here to make some noise and have some fuin while helping her fruiend. She looks ast the music starts up and she stops talking because she won't be able to hear much else so she's going to dance now and have a heck of lot of fun doing it. She loses her self in the music now as she's starting to just get into it on the dance floor. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' Riva waves to the artists as they head back over to the DJ booth to play and-or prepare, and she looks back to Arthur, thinking about the words. She sort of swirls the rest of her drink in her glass, pondering. "Someone falling down on the job, huh." She says, simply. The music begins to pulse, drawing their attention as Riva suddenly, with a definitive motion drinks back the remainder of her beverage, and sets the glass down. "Come on, Arthur. Let's dance!" She says, immediately reaching over to grab his arm and drag him toards the dance floor. Riva herself seems to ascribe to the idea of 'dance like no one is watching', since she seems to adhere to no real style, just bouncing and jamming around, waving her arms in the air, waving 'em like she just don't care as she hangs out around the coolkid. 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' Nonon looks away from Haruko. Mistake NUMERO UNO. There are others. They are not as bad as this one. Arms wrapped around her waist, the boney 'limbs' about her wriggle but are stuck as Haruko grasps her, hugging her. Satsuki forgive her, she has been compromised. "As if!" She exclaims, writhing. It's actually kind of amusing in that she, dressed up like a skeleton, cannot break free from a light hug/grasp because she ... honestly hasn't ever had to. Somehow she's not strong enough to just break out of Haruko's grasp! Maybe she doesn't /exactly/ want to. It's ... it's too late for her! Sanary, though. She's sure she'll see through... the... The fight leaks out of her body as Haruko asks her if she's been causing people trouble. "There's going to be a death in the family if 'Big Sis Haruko' doesn't let me go." She claims, her voice flat, glaring without being able to look at her. Stuck in the grasp, Nonon does answer Sanary though, as she eeks closer. "Well, when Inu plays it, I know that's the reaction I first have." She answers, voice still flat and not that cheerful/joyful. The next music starts - and hey, it's vaguely music! Nonon, fond of the classics, is quickly disappointed. Wonders do not cease yet though! "Yeah that's a pony." She pauses, "Dressed up." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Twilight Sparkle, of course, very, very quickly becomes a selfie magnet amongst a number of clubgoers. Those nearby her clear a circle around her and start cheering her on, being /intensely fascinated/ by a dancing, glow-bracelet covered purple pony. 

:'''{{#var:792|Haruhara Haruko (792)}} has posed:'''      Haruko lifts a hand to pinch at Nonon's cheek a bit. Haruko's catlike grin betrays the amount of fun she is having making fun of Nonon, "Ooooh, I /told/ you it's past your bedtime. You're getting a bit craaaaanky, aren't you, lil' sis. Though, you're so cute when you're mad!"      Haruko does let go of Nonon, but immediately grabs the hat off of her 'sister's head, and ruffles her hair a little. The hat is then placed right back down. Haruko puts her hands behind her head, stretching a bit and smiling. As she looks at Sanary, she says, rather calmly, "Please make sure my little sister stays out of trouble, okay? ....Also a lot of this club music is to get you pumped. Just if you wanna hit something, don't hit me, okay?"      In a minor act of pity, though? Haruko takes just a split second to get another drink, some fruity cocktail of some kind. And she hands it to Nonon when no one else is looking.      "You owe me one." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary's almost tempted to join in on that hug. /Almost/. She wisely keeps her distance, though, especially after hearing what Nonon says, although it doesn't stop her from laughing and wincing.      "Yeah, I don't... Get this stuff. Maybe I just gotta listen to it more or something." Feeling just a little older and more crotchety than usual, she snickers again before nodding to Haruko.      "Will do. Although if she has trouble handling something, I dunno how much better I'd do." Another laugh and another wince. The music's not helping put her mind at ease, although she does look a little more awake than she did moments ago.      That pass of the alcohol doesn't go unnoticed, judging from the slight smirk forming on her face. She doesn't say anything despite that, however, instead choosing to just nod at the pink duo before turning back to the stage for observation. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Twilight Sparkle isn't sure if these things count as music either, but she is no music judge so she keeps her opinions to herself and just keeps dancing. Until she is assaulted by selfie-takers. She blink as she starts getting attention. She doesn't mind at first, but unlike her rainbow-colored friend she doesn't really like attention. But, she tolerates it, smiling politely for the pictures and continuing to dance when she gets a chance.      She does seem to appreciate their appreciation of her dancing, and soon she switches to...something. Is that the chicken dance? Even though it is not the right song, Twilight Sparkle is doing the chicken dance. Because her knowledge of specific dances is limited. And since she doesn't know any of the people here so far, she is just enjoying the dance floor and tolerating the attention. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     As Kyra starts in on her second set, those that look up to the stage will see SpoonyMic shift around in the background. He straightens and tugs on his collar, pulling it down just slightly enough for something golden around his neck to glint in the spotlights of the stage. The gesture seems nervous but seconds later the atmosphere in the club seems to change slightly. The majority of those inside seem to grow restless, the pervading rhythmic breathing becoming a little more intense. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Oh no. OH NO. RED ALERT, GIRL ASKING TO DANCE. This is the second time, and just like the first, all of Arthur's preparation and outrageous forced coolkidness is going into overdrive. Right now he is literally spending his own magic on optimizing his own movements precisely.     "HELL, SURE." He calls out, forcing himself to grim widely and energetically. "Let's show these NERDS how you REALLY DANCE." When he jumps off the barstool, it's like someone shot him out of a cannon. He's stylishly zipping right to the dance floor. Where Riva has a styleless sort of jam, Arthur has a very EDM-specific style with a lot of techno dance influences. He grabs space and aggressively dominated it with heavy, well-calculated footwork that spreads out as much as it can and makes him unusually mobile.     He has probably been preparing for this for a while. It seems well-practiced. He keeps close to Riva's more chaotic moves urgently. Focusing on this so much has him ignoring the shift in the crowd. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' While Yuna isn't a huge fan of dubstep, she's learned to appreciate it - you kind of have to if you live in Ponyville, at least to some extent - but Kyra is a friend as well as a fellow musician, and it helps that Kyra's own choice of music is more catchy than some dubstep Yuna's been exposed to in the past. As for the rest of why the blonde idol singer hasn't been in evidence ... well, she's petite, it's easy to miss her in the crowd. She is, however, here - and the shift in the atmosphere catches her just before she was about to try waving to Kyra. She pauses briefly, looking around again - to the extent that she can see anything besides the stage from where she currently is at the front of the crowd. .. eh. It's probably nothing. Hopefully it's nothing. She waves, when she thinks she can grab a moment to do so without distracting Kyra *too* badly. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Without warning, the music stops.     "...eh?" Kyra frowns and pulls one of her earphones off her head and starts examining the equipment. As she does so, SpoonyMic lifts his keytar and smoothly strings several notes together, which ring out clearly through the club's soundsystem. It's a very calming melody that could cause the unfortunate to grow drowsy or even fall asleep on the spot. Kyra in particular, being at ground zero, slumps over her equipment, out cold.     A large number of people in the club-roughly sixty percent of the clubgoers-pull golden-colored spandex hoods over their heads. From the greenroom at the stage level, a pair of bulky kids emerge already wearing the face-obscuring accessories, shoving TheLivingGravestone out of the way as they do. These two go right for Kyra as SpoonyMic steps out of the way.     Someone-it's hard to see who-screams out, "PUNISH THE CHEREM-LOVERS!" and chaos immediately erupts inside the club as the golden-hooded Adherants of Cosmos turn on those who are not of their own. The majority fight bare-handed, quickly revealing themselves to be Monks of varying skill. Others pull out blunt weapons-chains, clubs-or make their own by breaking nearby furniture. The Monk bouncers and most of the security staff seems to be suddenly absent-or worse, they may be /part/ of the hooded majority.     The non-Galiandans here and those that just happened to get the DJ deadm0g discount will find themselves being specifically surrounded and attacked by three to four Adherants each. Those hanging by the bar-Riva, Arthur, Audrey, and Dominic especially, will be faced with the more dangerous of the bunch. It's not because they seem to be the bigger monks. No, it's quickly revealed that this little knot of brawlers has a pair of white mage backups that promptly start slapping Protect buffs on them. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:'''     "Well, Audrey," Dominic says with a bit of a surprised look as the club immediately turns from party to riot, "Looks like some people want to be idiots. I understand you've got the night off, but I've got to go to work. At least watch Lady Edelweiss for me," Dominic says with a serious scowl to his face. They're already rushing the stage for Kyra.     Dominic takes a walkie-talkie from his belt and says, "Masoch to security fronts, report. Need backup on the main floor immediately." He lets the button go and there's a long stretch of silence. He knows what that kind of silence means, "Bunch of... cowards." Masoch restrains saying something much worse.     With a smooth motion, he draws his sword and wreaths it in a somewhat thick blue magical energy. He holds it in a reverse grip and starts to walk into the crowd, nicking any trouble-maker that gets in his way as he tries to head to the stage. He's hitting people with a standard Spellblade crowd calmer: Sleep Blade. He's trying to put trouble-makers to sleep and out of his way as he heads to the stage. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Apparently it was a bad time to try and get up close to the stage; the Lullaby actually puts Yuna to sleep as well, wobbling on her feet. At least until somebody screams about 'punishing' and Yuna snaps awake again. And very nearly regrets it - in fact, the safest place she seems to figure she CAN be at the moment is ... Up on the stage. (Hey, being a petite young woman in a crowd that just started turning violent is VERY dangerous.) If Yuna can clamber up onto the stage, she takes a moment to look around, taking stock of the situation; she looks *scared*. "Any time now, Elner -" The robo-faerie may not be fast enough to keep Yuna from getting attacked before she can transform. 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' It has been a while since Nonon felt such shame. The cheek pinch cinches it. The talk about bed-time... "As if, I can be out as long as I want!" She states, "Sometimes I stay up all night because I /want/ to." It's true, there. Sometimes she does what Lady Satsuki wants - and sometimes that is done by the cover of night. Still, her cheeks are growing redder. In anger... or embarassment!? Finally Haruko lets go, Nonon finding sudden rushing relief at that, up until the hat is grasped from her head! "Hey-!" She begins to protest, going to grasp for it. Until of course a hand comes down, ruffling her hair, before the hat is placed, as it was, back upon her head. No one has ever done /that/ to her before. Not even Satsuki. Words fail her for a moment as Haruko talks to Sanary, Nonon literatelly freezing up. Is she killing her with kindness, or mockery? Or both!? Sanary is ... agreeable at least, claiming Nonon can take care of herself in a way. She wisely stays away from the hug - Nonon's cheeks a furious flush of red! Of course something lands into her hands, something she had given up on for the night. Blinking twice, Nonon is about to ask what's the deal - mouth opening before Haruko speaks before her once again. Flatly, Nonon accepts it and responds. "Thanks." Oh, she will probably repay Haruko somehow - but she won't admit to owing her! The 'minor' puts her lips to the glass, glancing around. There's the pony, dancing. There's some guy, dancing. There's a duo, dancing. Siiip. The music stops. Wow, this must be good stuff, Nonon thinks. That, or Haruko apparently poisoned her. Something a little more pleasing comes on, and Nonon siiiips, not understanding exactly what is going on as people start to pull out ... halos? Things start to get fuzzy, Nonon shaking her head. Why is everything getting... blurry..... Her hand about the glass releases it - a sharp crash as the glass shatters before her making it quite clear. "Guh!?" Some kind of magic!? 'Past her bed-time' jokes aside, Nonon is caught flat-footed! Adherants encroaching on her, clearly, like everyone else. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' Riva can appreciate some good methodical EDM dance moves. The smooth Coolkid Groove manages to prevent Riva from realizing that Arthur dipped into the Danger Zone for a minute there. At the moment she's dancing, the music is good, and Arthur seems to be having a good time for all she can tell. She starts to really smile again, getting back into the groove right when SpoonyMic drops his own beats and clears the house, as it were. Riva's movements become sluggish as she sleepily begins to glance over in the direction of the Bard. "Buuuuh?" She asks, eloquently... When the yell rings out and they get swarmed by golden-hooded jerks, Riva is slammed back into the bar with a powerful blow, breaking the Sleep-based CC and causing her senses to jolt wide awake. "OH HELL NAW!" She yells from the floor, and scrambles back to her feet. "You guys ARE TOTALLY NOT JUST RUINING MY NIGHT." She yells, as she pulls her own weapon, the anchor-like Ajoran cross hammer from her Agartha storage. Her immediate answer is a Wave Fist to the face, and Riva is sent spinning over the bar to impact behind. "You... YOU GUYS!" She yells from behind the bar, and pops up with a seltzer spritzer, spraying it at the group to try to surprise them. "ARE GONNA GET IT!" She hurls the seltzer at one of the supporting White Mages, and then leaps over the bar, attempting to somersault over to get to the back lines. "SOMEONE GET KYRA!" Riva yells, noting a serious lack of little sister in the DJ booth. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Twilight Sparkle is in the middle of another selfie when the music suddenly stops. She blinks, then looks around. Then that soothing melody flows over the crowd, and Twilight's ears droop as she feels sleepy. But, that quickly wears off when someone rather rudely punches her across the muzzle. "Ow! Hey! What was that-eek!" She dodges the next one, then her horn glows brightly and a burst of magic energy sends her assailant flying back. "What is a Cherem?!" she cries out as she fights off several attackers and tries to protect those who aren't attacking.      As the fighting continues, Twilight starts to sparkle, then her Harmony Armor forms around her. Armor is a generous term for hers. It is really just a cape and a breastplate, along with a thick book with a mithril cover. She starts blasting her multiple assailants with magical energy that, while painful, will only knock them out and not cause any lasting damage. She is concerned about Kyra, but she can't just leave all these other people! But, Kyra is being kidnapped or worse, killed! So, Twilight blasts a wave of magic out to try and nullify as many attackers as she can, then in a flash of magic she is beside Kyra. "Leave her alone!" 

:'''{{#var:792|Haruhara Haruko (792)}} has posed:'''      As the chaos starts going down, Haruko grins, looking around. She stays fairly close to Nonon still, mostly because, even now, she is keeping to the sister act. Hence her staying close. But, the smile on Haruko's face... It's way too relaxed. She looks like she absolutely does not care, at all, about the current situation. Like it is no threat at all. In truth, she is actually taking it seriously. But, she is still looking forward to what she thinks will be a sudden intense amount of fun.      Haruko raises her hands, as if to give up. Her hands move slowly up. She speaks, rather casually and cheerfully, "Wooooooow. We're /really/ outnumbered, huh? We might as well just, you know. Give up, or something, right? I'm just a normal housekeeper anyways~!"      And then the Completely Normal Housekeeper goes into action. With one hand, she grabs back at Nonon, reaching for the back out of her outfit. She pulls Nonon in, puts her left arm around Nonon's waist, and starts carrying her. It is not a comfortable situation.      Her other hand grabs for the Bass guitar on her back. She makes one swinging motion with the bass guitar, swinging it in a wide arch all around. Though it looks like a normal guitar? The power of this swing is more akin to being hit by a car. She's trying to knock away all of the enemies with this one swing. And then, in this same motion, she flicks her wrist. The body of the guitar is now resting under her right armpit. The very base of the neck is in her hand. She points it into the air, and starts firing.      Yes, firing. A few bullets fly towards the ceiling.      "HEY, EVERYONE DOWN IF YOU DON'T WANNA GET HUUUURT! THIS GUITAR IS LOADED!" 

:'''{{#var:652|Audrey Stormfist (652)}} has posed:'''     "Off?" Audrey smiles.     "I am always on-duty, Masoch."     In a blurr, she adopts a battle stance; machinery clicks under her sleeves, and deploys into her magitech gauntlets, the sleek machine-gloves snapping into place like they were never off at all. "I hope you do not mind, but I have immediate disinterest in seeing this be Hyral's end. For one, I should rather it be much more interesting. Therefore," she says, as lightning bursts out of her hands.     "Storm Fist."     One hand pulls back-- ignoring the masked Monks gathering around her, the Heritor's sight is set upon one of the men approaching Kyra. She swings her fist-- a lightning bolt shoots out, but not just a thunder spell. This is actual lightning, striking in a fraction of a second with a loud thunderclap. In the flash's wake, she will have disappeared from her position, and reappeared at her target, fist extended into the punching motion.     For all intents and purposes this is a teleport lightning punch. It might outclass what these Monks can do, but they could surprise her and dodge all the same. Either way, it'll get her where she wants to be--     And then lightning strikes again, as her other fist emits blinding white light, this time aimed for TWILIGHT SPARKLE. The lightning punch (assuming it hits at all) is pretty nasty, but she's just using it to streak by Kyra and seize her herself. Audrey is many things; 'jerk' and 'control freak' appear near the top of the list. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur is very focused on being particularly cool. The Lullaby hits him hard, but he has an outrageous amount of WILLPOWER. That means a buffed Monk attacker gets the drop on Arthur with a heavy swing, provoking the noise of cracking bone and a smear of blood on the offending striker. There's a heavy grunt. He stumbles back, having difficulty regaining his balance for a moment due to sleepiness... And then Riva shouting snaps him out of it. There's a heavy, aggressive grunt.     It is time to find out how Lullaby stacks up to Arthur Lowell's special ability: Obnoxiously refusing to listen to anything.     With one swift movement, he draws from his sylladex a standard wooden broomstick. He's not about to kill people here. He's a bit slap-happy from the pain and the lullaby though. "Hahahaha, nobody told me we were having a BEATINGS PARTY up in this bitch. ALRIGHT! If you wanted some extra LUMPS I got PLENTY for ALL OF YOU SONS OF BITCHES. This dance floor has a TWO HUNDRED MAN CAPACITY and I am FIVE HUNDRED MEN worth of KICKING YOUR ASS."     Riva's going for the back lines. Arthur will NOT let any of those monks get to her. "COME HERE, ASSHOLES!" He calls out, swinging. He doesn't care about protect and he doesn't care if the other brawlers hurt him while he tries; he zeroes in on the closest monk to Riva at any given time and just starts wailing away, trying to completely obliterate joints in their legs with zero mercy. "YOU TASTELESS SONS OF BITCHES, you had better EXPLAIN YOUR SHIT. What the HELL is your fucking DAMAGE and WHAT THE SHIT does this have to do with US?!"     Please, mooks; I need an exposition sequence. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     A Monk lunges for Dominic and his quick draw of the blade enables him to Sleep the Adherant before he completes his arc at the Fencer, instead crashing to the floor, enabling him to step past him. A second and third monk are felled in the same fashion but before Dominic can take another step further, the first monk attacks him from behind without warning, the sleep status having been helpfully removed by one of the Cosma-following white mages. He tries to wrap Dominic up into a rib-cracking bearhug. "Where do you think /you're/ going?" he sneers. The voice is recognizable. It IS one of the bouncers.     On the stage, Yuna seems to go partially ignored until someone from the floor grabs one of the turntable tables and lifts it over his head, hurling the whole thing at her. Elner has her work cut out for her in trying to stop the thrown sound equipment.     Meanwhile, the two golden-hooded Adherants on stage each grab ahold of one of the sleeping Kyra's arms from behind. They haul her up in front of SpoonyMic who kindly 'wakes her up' by smashing her across the face with his keytar. As she hangs there groggily, SpoonyMic approaches her with something metallic in her hand.     But then Audrey suddenly ThunderBamfs next to one of the monks, punching him out of the way and onto the turntable table. Audrey quickly finds herself enduring a tug of war between the other monk over the white mage. The bard, on the other hand, backs off and suddenly starts playing a different melody on his keytar. It's a very jaunty and /powerful/ melody that, when heard by the Adherants, enhances their strength significantly. 

:'''{{#var:666|Mirielle Edelweiss (666)}} has posed:'''     As the music strums and the Security appears to be mostly asshole turncoats, Mirielle is at a loss for what to do.     Well, no, that's not accurate. For at least a brief moment, the somewhat bored Calculator-in-a-can... Had dozed off. The lullaby had really sealed the deal, as it's hard to catch a doze when UNTS UNTS WUUUUUUB is going on, but as the brawl breaks out in earnest and people are shouting, Mirielle awakes to a new world. A world of Violence. She hadn't predicted this. She had, in fact, put more stock in other eventualities and had hedged against those. 'Religious Fanatics' had been so low as to be an excluded outlier.     Mirielle has to take note of this. 'Kyra Hyral - Connection to Religious Fanatics?', adding an underline into her day-book, before slowly popping the top and reaching out for the closest gold-hood, trying to hook one arm around their neck, and press a spell-brewing hand into the back of the gold-hood's head. Now, she'd never be able to sleeper hold a guy down, her noodle arms are too NOODLY.     Thankfully, she can cheat and use Magic. And so, like a shitty nerdy Sam Fischer, she tries for a cover takedown. But wasting one guy? Pff, whatever. It won't matter. Getting her hands on a hood, though, could help her. Especially getting across the room without being brained and beaten half to death. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Those that fall asleep or seem drowsy get /some/ reprieve. Nonon won't be attacked right away. Moreso she'd just be shoved over with a Pressure Point jab to the solar plexus as the Adherants go for more sleep-resistant or more Seen Talking to Kyra attendees first.     Riva, for instance, who was identified as a replacement sister earlier will receive aggression even when she's clearly under a Status Effect and normally Not A Worthy Monk Opponent. The offending monk runs after her as she sails over the bar and it ends up that it means he gets a seltzer spritzer to the face. The monk backs away, rubbing at his eyes, snarling and fortunately lacking enough discipline to use Inner Alchemy to purge the seltzer irritants from his eyes. The white mage, on the other hand, is about to do the job for him when Riva beans him in the head with the bottle, staggering him for a few crucial seconds.     Twilight Sparkle, unfortunately, finds herself not only on the receiving end of monk assaults but some nasty namecalling as well where she is compared to several different breeds of (apparently horse-like) local monsters and thus equated to Chaosspawn. Her question receives no answer from the Adherants, so consumed by hate right now that Twilight can practically feel it. She'll find she's able to fend off her attackers easily, the Monks severely underestimating the unicorn's magical ability. In short order, Twilight finds her next to Audrey (possibly in the line of one of her attacks, at that!), on stage with the one remaining Monk and SpoonyMic. 

:'''{{#var:652|Audrey Stormfist (652)}} has posed:'''     A tug of war is pretty bad. Keeping both arms on Kyra is... well, OPTIMAL, perhaps not required. So the last thing you want is two Monks just back and forthing the save by the arms, especially with that Bard's song playing. Now, Audrey doesn't consider herself top-tier exactly, but she's quite aware a buffing song is going to take even a common thug to levels of strength near or superior to her own.     "Normally I would ask you at least once, but."     Black lightning crackles around Audrey's spare hand, and then shoots down to her right leg, concentrating in the foot. "Lifebane." No thunderclap or flashy display this time.     The foot is merely swung for the other Monk holding Kyra. The impact itself, if there is an impact at all, is going to be unremarkable (for Audrey's standards; it's still a nasty kick), save for the black lightning attempting to enter the Monk. Seems she isn't pulling any punches to save Kyra, because that's a blow designed to kill. Delicious Doom status effect, with a shorter countdown than usual.     The lengths she will go through just to ensure she's the one who gets to put Kyra under at a later time. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:'''     The tight nature of the dance floor and the crowd means Dominic can't act as fancy as he'd like or as fleet of foot as would enable him to evade and move how he'd do best. Because of this, his path is linear and it's not too hard for that Monk to put two arms around him and hoist him up off the ground in a bear hug.     There's a grimace of pain and a creak of bones from the pressure of the hug, but Dominic won't dignify them with a cry of pain. Still, he thrashes a bit and can feel the darkness creeping in around the corners of his vision as he tries to let instinct take the best option for himself.     [Reaction Skill: Reflex]     With the sword in his hand, Dominic abruptly grunts out, "Going... to do... your job. Traitor," And then he takes an action he knows will get him put down IMMEDIATELY. His arm snakes in at an unnatural angle, stabbing backwards and down towards his enemy behind him. The blade seeks right between his opponents legs in a brutal downward shearing stab. Kojirou's methodology about winning fights had definitely set into his mind and, while he won't kill a man so casually, he has no problem maiming him for life. 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' That looks rough. It's a dream though, right? Even as they get closer, her eyes feel a bit heavy. It has the potential to bad real fast. Such as that before Haruko even grasps for her, Nonon is already falling against her, eyes beginning to once again close - they are quite heavy. If she could just clear the /air/. She has to focus though, and that's failing /quite significantly/. Was, at least, before Nonon is caught in a very uncomfortable position. Her body-suit is grasped, pulling her in and then ending up with her UNDER THE ARM OF HARUKO. Oh what kind of nightmare is this!? Gasped by her waist, Nonon has enough freedom to move, which is why she twists upwards a bit. "What's the big ide-!" She pulls back as the guitar is whipped out, swinging wide, Nonon thankfully short enough to avoid the sudden swing - and more importantly to keep her hat on! The guitar, resting under her arm? What good will it do there after... Nonon's eyes widen suddenly as the shouts and shots make it /very clear/ that she is packing. It keeps her focused though, more than focused. She /hates/ this situation. That makes it perfect. Haruko honestly helps quite a bit. While Haruko is focused on those around her, her left arm would get a considerably bit warmer for a very brief moment, "Symphonia Regalia - Da Capo!" Comes her voice, the odd skull and bone display of Grave suddenly vanishing to be replaced with a bit more formal attire, but Nonon doesn't leave Haruko's grasp. Her hat, however, has grown two sizes that day. Raising her head, Nonon focuses, and points her hat/head towards the middle of the room - and keytar wielder. "Make sure you keep me pointed at him, ok? I'm getting tired of-" Tch, she thinks, 'playing' right into it, "THIS DAMN MUSIC!" Something clearly bugged her! There's a glowing purple at the tip of the hat-cannon. There's a sucking sound for the moment - that's actually part of the song. It's fast paced, it's charging up, and then it's off~! The 'music' from the hat being branded with one large G-clef and then storming through the air, erupting off, galloping around the room - and potentially interfering with the bards buffs from the keytar. Anything hit by it, friend or foe alike, might start to vibrate a bit - and seemingly lose connection from the music entirely! 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' At the sight of the table being flung straight at her, Yuna can only do two things: scream in fear, and hunker down as hard as she can against the stage, covering her head with her hand. Neither of those is actually going to stop thrown furniture from hitting her, though - and she does know it ... But the table stops anyway as it slams into a bubble of golden light: the wood creaking with the impact before gravity gives it a yank and the table falls to the floor, revealing Yuna cowering inside a spherical force field, and a tiny robo-faerie floating next to and above her. "'It's just a concert, Elner, I'll be fine, you don't need to worry about me,'" says the robo-faerie in a passable imitation of Yuna's own voice. "Normally, you ARE right about that, but this time -" Somewhere between sheepish and flustered, Yuna gets back to her feet. "It's not like either of us had a reason to suspect anything, is it? But I *could* use my Light Suit." "I don't think fighting your way through them will help very much," Elner points out as a swirl of light and wind rises around Yuna's body, replacing her sandals and sundress with the boots, bodysuit, and gloves of her basic armored battlesuit. "They aren't being controlled by an outside force, and there are too many for --" "So I take advantage of being an idol singer," Yuna interrupts, watching out for anything else being thrown at her. Elner's force field is still up, although how long the robo-faerie can maintain it is a valid question ... and then the barrier goes down, mostly because Yuna is leaving it to fetch a microphone that's already plugged into the system. The bard's maintaining a lively rhythm, but Yuna forces it out of her head, recalling the lyrics to one of the songs she likes ... And then she starts singing, projecting but not 'loud,' putting her emotions into the lyrics: o/~    Until the wind's direction changes, I'm just waiting in this place     Not even stepping forward, for fear of regrets It's a considerably more sedate song than the bard's frenetic (and mighty) melody, and Yuna is going to have trouble trumping the bard on sheer volume, but emotional intensity is going to have to make up the difference. o/~    With my heart adorned in its opposite colors,     I was always stopping on my journey o/~    I hear a voice calling to me,     Telling me not to forget I'm not alone     All the people who can't be replaced are here,     In a place where their hearts can shine ... Stay in my heart~ As she continues singing, Yuna is swaying gently in time with the music, holding the microphone in her right hand and gesturing with her left arm to 'illustrate' the lyrics; Nonon's own version of 'interference' with the bard's performance only throws her off by a little bit, although the interference *is* there. It's not the first time Yuna's had to focus through distractions to perform, though. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Haruko reveals herself to be ARMED and DANGEROUS. However, this seems to have the exact opposite effect that she was intending: "FUCK YO FIREARMS, OLD LADY!" Faced with a ranged weapon, the monks respond in kind with the famous ranged weapon of their own. Wave fist, air fist, air cutter. It has many names but it all amounts to a thrown shockwave of force that can allow a monk to hit Haruko from the other side of the room unless she happens to be quick enough on the dodge.     While the first monk and white mage get their barings again, a second monk suddenly tightens his muscles as he turns himself toward Riva. A firey aura rises on his skin, the air in the immediate area growing extremely hot. About to lunge at Riva, he's suddenly knocked sideways by a broomstick, sliding and colliding with a fellow Monk. The firey aura vanishes and he snarls. "You! You're that damn /Space God/. Associating with those of the Enemy, no doubt ready to lead more /astray/ like the Hyral." He spits at Arthur's feet then rises, the red aura suddenly returning, hatred burning in his eyes. "PHOENIX FLIGHT!!!" he screams, suddenly erupting into a ball of flames as he hurls himself bodily at Arthur. Hit or miss, the smouldering monk flops to the ground afterwards, unmoving.     He still seems to be alive, though. Unconscious.     Mirielle Solid Snakes her way out of the trashcan. The passing monk does not see the Calculator coming and slumps to the ground noiselessly. The white mage support does not notice this at all-they have their hands THOROUGHLY FULL with the rest of the chaos in the club. The hood peels off easily enough. There are no eye holes but the fabric seems see-through enough when Mirielle puts it on her head. When she does, she can cross the room unbothered unless one of her own fellow students decided to aggro on her by accident. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      With Audrey going after the other monk, Twilight Sparkle focuses on Spookymic. After barely avoiding being crushed by DJ equipment. She is still cringing, teeth clenched in surprise at the sight of the equipment smashed on the stage before her, and thoughts of what might have happened if she had been hit      She recovers within a few moments, and rushes Spookymic. "Why have you done this?" she asks, even as the spellbook that has been floating along beside her opens. Her horn glows, and the book glows as well. She looks fairly upset! Her magic forms a barrier around Spookymic, attempting to contain and imprison the offending bard. Once it has formed, it starts to shrink, attempting to restrict Spookymic's movements.      Twilight looks around as she hears countersongs coming into play. She smirks just a bit. "Whatever your reason for attacking this peaceful party, you have failed. Your comrades are being overcome, and soon you will be in the hands of the proper authorities!" 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' Despite focusing, there's a bit of a smirk and snark from Nonon based on what they say. "Big sis, looks like you're over the hill~, huh?" 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' OH GOD MONKS EVERYWHERE. The heavy attention from the enemy forces ensures Riva is stuck in the tides of battle and can't break out of the scrum to get at that DJ booth. Riva, however does drop onto the white mage and tries to knock him the hell out while his guard is down. Like Arthur, she's going for nonlethal strikes, despite these enemies clearly Meaning Business. Speaking of Arthur, his watching her back gets a momentary grin from her, as she raises her hammer. Red-gold Anima flares through the hammer, and she smashes it into the floor, a miniature blast wave washing outwards to strike out at the enemies and try to force them back. Yuna's sudden decision to reject the current BGM and substitute her own gets a yell of approval from Riva as she hurls herself forward. "HEY! DO YOU KNOW BALLROOM BLITZ?" She asks as she tries to do her own part to help Arthur out. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      So much for tonight being good and quiet. Maybe if Sanary keeps her head down, she can get out of this place without screwing up her arms more or even getting targetted.      ... As if! Shaking off the grogginess from that keytar player's lullaby from so long ago, the one-eyed healer forces herself onto her feet and scans the area to get a better grasp of what's going on. Lots of fighting, lots of unconscious people, and dueling music.      If her arms weren't wrapped up so much, she'd start trying to evacuate the sleepers. Since she's not in any condition to do that, though, she'll just have to do the next best thing: Wake them up. Turning her gaze upwards, it's hard to tell if there's any sprinklers up there or not.      It's hard to tell in this club.      Sanary can only hope there are sprinklers up there once she starts pumping magical energy into her eye, keeping the flow controlled and steady. Once it's charged up sufficiently, she fires off a small heat laser from the Magitech eye and detonates the blast early, trying to get it to trigger the sprinkler system without blowing a hole in the ceiling in the process. 

:'''{{#var:792|Haruhara Haruko (792)}} has posed:'''      Haruko has constantly told people she is just a normal house keeper for hire. That there is next to nothing unusual about her. For those that care, this is becoming more and more obvious that there is a lot more to her than just that. As the ranged punches come in from the monk, Haruko just twitches a bit. Or at least, her eyebrow does. Being attacked is one thing. Being called out on her age is a cmopletely different thing.      Haruko is incredibly agile. At her best, she is fast enough to cut bullets straight out of the air. Doing insane feats of agility while carrying someone else and making sure they're aimed in the right direction, though? A lot harder. But, not impossible.      She moves side to side, leaping into the air to try and get out of the path of the ranged punches. Even if fired at midair, she will somehow move her body midair to dodge. But, it's not perfect. The attacks graze her on occasion. One even hits her right leg dead on. This causes her to wince, and causes her to stumble a bit as she lands.      Her leap isn't entirely just for dodging, though. She's trying to get at the right angle to hit them. She's flipped a switch on her guitar, changing its gun mode. To machine gun fire.      "SCREEEEW YOU GUYS I'M JUST NINETEEN!"      She's still aiming for non-vital parts of the body, but she isn't making warning shots anymore. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Yanked between two Monks is a terrible place to be for Kyra. She cries out in pain which turns out to be the opportunity that SpoonyMic was hoping for. There is a brief break in the keytar buff music as he shoves something metallic into Kyra's mouth before backing off with a glare. The remaining Monk makes no move to let go until Audrey's kick connects. At first there doesn't seem to be any effect but a split second later, the Monk realizes the vice suddenly closing around his heart. He screams, releases Kyra, and goes clamboring off the stage, screaming for help from one of the white mages. His screams get more and more frantic before they abruptly end as he disappears into the crowd.     "Says the traitor.." the Monk bodyguard sneers at Dominic, "...to Cosmo-AHHEEEEE" Dominic finds the Monk abruptly releasing him, a loud thud following as the man curls up on the floor, his loins a river of red, arms squeezing between his legs. "HEALER!" he sobs, "HEAAAAALEEER!"     "Sweet Cosmos, this is a shitshow!" the second white mage calls out as she tries to scramble her way to the effectively castrated monk.     A bard, left unattended, can actually be a very dangerous thing. On their own, Yuna and Nonon might even struggle to overcome the music being transmitted through the club's soundsystem. But combined, their abilities shut down the Mighty Melody pretty fast. For Nonon, those struck by the chord fall out of harmony of the bardsong, losing their strength increase. For Yuna, SpoonyMic finds himself having to play louder and louder as he tries to prevent his music from being drowned out by the idol. Yuna will have to rise to match. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "HAH! I'd drop THAT beat on 'em if they weren't fuckin' TASTELESS." Arthur calls out to Riva about her commentary, keeping back to back with Riva here and making sure to intercept anything coming her way. He's accumulating bruises left and right, and it's time to get some more damage; a monk blasts into him at high speed and higher temperature and Arthur answers this by facing it head on. "FUCK OFF." He declares, loudly, attempting to headbutt monk out of the fireball.     Arthur Lowell is now on fire. "The fuck you think you're DOING? You think I'm here for WORSHIPPERS? You think I want ANYTHING to do with THAT SHIT? Shut the FUCK UP. What the hell does it MATTER TO YOU SONS OF BITCHES if people are gettin' 'ASTRAY'? Huh? They harshing YOUR worship? They HURTING COSMOS? Huh? The fuck wrong are you DUMB SHITS trying to RIGHT? All you're going to get is MORE BEATINGS! COME HERE! BITCH I don't want your WORSHIP, you'll be givin' me your KNEECAPS and your TEETH!" Arthur intends to continue his policy: Chasing down anyone trying to get between Riva and the White Mages. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     So focused on trying to outsing Yuna, SpookyMic doesn't even notice Twilight Sparkle's magic until it's too late and the barrier has formed around him. He tries to unleash the most powerful of all Bard techniques in response: HIDE. But it /fails/. "The Cherem are fair game. Through our punishment, we display our devotion to Cosmos." Though he realizes he is trapped, he continues to play, a sour smile on his face, forcing Yuna to continue her countersong to stop his effects. "It was worth it. Cosmos sacrificed Herself to fight the Enemy and I have followed Her example." He sounds calm, fully accepting of whatever punishment might be in store for him. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:'''     "You call me a traitor to Cosma?" Dominic says as he looks down at the Monk bleeding at his feet. He plants a boot on his chest and presses down, staring at the man underneath him, "Cosma was a Mute Goddess, so she could speak no hate. A creator of beauty and wonder," He lectures slowly, "It was Chaos who brought violence and ruin. Who saw beauty corrupted. Cosma died to end that violence, and yet here you bring hate and violence in her name. So then which of us is the traitor? The protector or the attacker?"     With a flick of his blade, Dominic looks to the White Mage that goes to heal the fallen Monk. His anger reaches a peak as he shouts at her, "Take him and go. Get out of this place NOW, before I decide that a wound isn't enough for the crimes he's attempted to commit tonight." He points his sword at the door as he says this, "If you're here when I come back, you will regret it."     And with that, he dashes towards the stage, aiming to regroup with Audrey and Kyra, though the former-monk seems to have it well in hand. 

:'''{{#var:652|Audrey Stormfist (652)}} has posed:'''     Suddenly, something in Kyra's mouth.     This is TURBOBAD. Maybe. Probably.     Audrey barks orders over the Zaibatsu line; she wants her two magically inclined folks to be checking the White Mage out -yesterday-. In the meantime, Audrey catches, and carefully sets down Kyra, following the Monk running off screaming.     She intends to secure the stage, so that Sanary and Mirielle can get to her and check Kyra out. If anyone else wants to try their shot at being a doctor, well, she's not going to stop them.     While one hand draws her gunblade, the other clenches, pointed in the direction of SpoonyMic. A small cannon atop the gauntlet reveals itself and fires!     A black-grey blast of what seems to be metallic goo flies through the air towards her target; if it hits, it's not going to hurt, it's going to do much worse. It hardens, wrapping around SpoonyMic, and then revealing that there's a cable attaching the hardening goo to the gauntlet's magitech cannon chamber. And then Audrey will YANK, and pull the man straight towards her.     Her gunblade is angled to go straight through a thigh, should he be unable to free himself to dodge. She's not going to kill the man who can be 'incited' to tell them what he just did. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' o/~    What should I be able to do? I can't find anything     Even though you embrace this little me ... There should be a mixing board or something somewhere around the stage; Yuna glances pointedly at Elner as she keeps right on singing, and the little robo-faerie flits of to find the mixing board and mess with the volume settings. Turning the bard's keytar down and turning Yuna's microphone up should help ... and in the meantime, Yuna really is pouring her heart, her feelings, into the words that she's singing. o/~    If I think back now about even ordinary days,     I should be able to shine without a blink o/~    Even on sad and rainy days,     You shared an umbrella and the courage to walk     Laughing and crying with all of our strength     Because you saw my true face through it all ... stay in my heart It's actually good practice, pouring all of her focus into a song like this in spite of deliberate attempts to distract her from it. And the competing beat from the bard's chosen song is a pretty potent distraction - Yuna has to stay completely focused ... which makes her a REALLY easy target, it looks like, if any of the fanatics were to try to throw something else at her. Luckily, she's had some practice at this - one of the exercises that Ryudia put her through back on Marianas. It's not something Yuna thought she'd be putting to real use like this, admittedly - but there's another problem rearing its head: she's going to run out of lyrics momentarily ... o/~    I hear a voice calling to me,     telling me not to forget that I'm not alone     All the people who can't be replaced are here,     In a place where their hearts can shine     The number of words that I know     Isn't enough to say very well     But with my own face, I want to tell you     Thank you for always being by me ... stay in my heart And with the end of the final chorus, Yuna stops to try and QUICKLY catch her breath, and just as quickly, to come up with another song to sing. Hopefully Nonon's 'backing melody' (mismatched as it is) combined with Twilight Sparkle's forcefield will help throw the bard off his rhythm - if he hasn't been disabled by this point. 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' With Haruko, agile as she is, managing to stop some and also evade others.. Some still get through of course! Smack! "Ghck!" One of them impacts Nonon as she's carried, causing her to be /very/ cross. Even as Haruko dodges about, pointing her where she needs to be - but the grazes still also graze her. Being grasped and twisted about, Nonon is also dealing with a vague amount of motion sickness - though it's not severe. When you are used to flying, it isn't as crippling to be waved around like a party streamer. But it's plenty uncomfortable. Still, Haruko's remark gets Nonon laughing /quite/ happily, with a "AAaaahahahaha~! Big sis, are you sure? You can still be young at heart~." If she ends up with a face full of wave-fist, though, it'll be less surprising now! With Yuna playing, Nonon's hat stops. "Tch, I'm not going to share the spotlight with /them/." She remarks - but then thinks. "Oh, I know~!" And, completely going against the entire point, points her hat, and head, towards Yuna. The G-clef is far more prominent now. "May as well enjoy myself while I'm here!" The beginning of Beethoven's FATE rumbles through the speakers - and then echoes out, a massive eruption of sound that doesn't jump or continue on, but just focuses upon Yuna, trying to not just /steal/ the spotlight, but completely take it away, the cacophany of the notes beating down upon Yuna, almost hurricane like in force and causing her ears to simply ring as well. Could be hard to keep singing~. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Kyra seems to grow extremely quiet all the sudden.     Once the first white mage has regained his senses he suddenly finds a RAGING RIVA up in his business. "Not the face!" Riva can hear him cry out beneath the spandex before that fist collides and the white mage crumples to the ground in a heap. He groans a little bit and lifts a hand, preparing to cast cure on his poor, savaged head. He moves sluggishly, though, suggesting that he might be suffering from a concussion, before apprarently giving up and falling still.     Of course every club comes equipped with working and inspected sprinkler systems. There have been too many fire-filled club tragedies in the past to not pay attention to these things. They're also pretty sensitive, as Sanary quickly learns as she manages to set them all off with her laser eye. Water pours down from the sprinklers, soaking everyone. Those who had been sleeping before start to rouse and, more importantly, start to flee the club, scrambling to get away from the violence. It's a good thing too because in that moment...     Haruko opens fire. They may not be vital shots but when the enemy force is low on white mages, like they are right now, being fair game for automatic weapons seems like something not worth the trouble. At this point, the golden-hooded Adherants start to cut and run but at least one Monk tries to get up in Haruko's face to try and throttle her. 

:'''{{#var:792|Haruhara Haruko (792)}} has posed:'''      As the monk comes at Haruko, she is struck straight in the face. It's simply a matter of too many things going on at once for her to respond, and the monk being skilled enough to hit her and take the opportunity. Haruko's head reels back, a trail of blood coming out of her nose.      Luckily for Haruko, she has two bludgeons to use. Yes. Two bludgeons. One in her left arm, the other in her right.      "YOU NEED TO TREAT YOUR SISTER MORE KINDLY!"      In a swift motion, Haruko turns and swings Nonon at the monk in front of her, aiming to use Nonon's legs as a bludgeoning tool. She follows this swing up by shifting her grip on the guitar, letting the neck slide down her hand a bit. She swings the guitar like a club, aiming straight towards the head of the monk.      "KA-BOOONG!"      It should be enough force to hopefully knock the monk out, but not kill. Yes, she's still going for the non-kill shots.      Partially because she wants to take back a prisoner.      Haruko lets out a whistle. Her vespa is turning on and moving from where it is parked. It'll crash through the front door of the club, and drive towards Haruko. Possibly, it might crash into some of the cultists on the way in. If all goes well, she wants to bring at least one or two of the cultists with her, for interrogation purposes. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Monk on headbutt action is going to /hurt/ a little bit. It definitely seems to knock that particular Monk right the hell to the ground, where Arthur can tower over him and scream about how the Space God does not give a fuck about poaching followers from Cosmos. While on fire. Combined, the effect is /pretty damn terrifying/. The Phoenix Flight-ing Monk is down for the count, the only rebuttal he can offer to Arthur being a groan of pain, but the next pair that tries to go for Riva as Riva aggros on the white mage? Yeah, they straight up run the hell away with Arthur on their tails. "Fuck this noise!!! Fuckin' crazy-ass Extraversal!" They shove people aside in their haste to flee right the hell out the front door. At least to Arthur's benefit, his on-fire-ness won't last for very long since Sanary just set off the sprinklers. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Twilight lets out an excited 'Gotcha!' as Spookymic is successfully imprisoned. But...the song hasn't stopped! "I don't know why you think these people deserve harm, but you need to stop! This won't help anything!" Twilight calls out to Spookymic while she keeps trying to compact her force field to the point that Spookymic can't move.      Then, she realizes it is that keytar that is the problem. She looks around. Those plug into things, right? She looks for an amp or something that it is plugged into. If and when she finds it, Twilight quickly unplugs it. Then, just to make sure, she starts trying to pull the keytar out of the force shield while keeping Spookymic contained within.      Twilight is starting to pant a bit. Holding spells like this one can be tiring, but she is determined to keep these people from harming anyone else. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary doesn't have much time to gloat about her success as she listens to the command from Audrey, turns, and abruptly makes a beeline for the stage. Thankfully, it's not too far from where she is to get there, although climbing on is a little more difficult than she'd like it to be. One string of strained curses and creative use of her knees later, she's up!      "Shoved something in her mouth, you said? Aah... Alright." She nods quickly at Audrey before settling into a crouch by Kyra, waving lightly ot try and get Mirielle's attention from... Wherever she is. Is she still in the garbage can, or is she in disguise?      Either way, she's got her work cut out for her as checks the inside of Kyra's mouth with two fingers. "If she swalloewd it... Better not make her puke in case she starts choking on it. Or puking out acid. Either or." There's a troubled frown as Sanary tries to roll the White Mage onto her side just in case, wincing at the exertion and pain in her arms. Pumping a little more magic energy into her eye, she moves in closer to try and get a better look at Kyra's neck and chest, trying to see if the Libra matrix in the eye can actually help her detect just what's going on in there. Probably not, but she'll try it anyway!      And then she'll just pump in some healing magic because why the hell not. It usually works for other ailments, so there's always that chance, too. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' The things Riva is hearing are just... Boggling her mind. Seriously? Is this all over the excommunication thing? "This... This is /madness/." Riva grunts. The situation devolves, however, as the sprinklers go off, and the attackers begin to cut and run. Riva begins yelling at them. "YEAH, YOU BETTER RUN! YOU BASTARDS! IF YOU GUYS DID ANYTHING TO KYRA YOU'RE GOING TO BE SEEING ME AGAIN TOO!" She yells. Still running on adrenaline and Anima, Riva lets the rest of the golden hooded assailants go. She has something more important to focus on: Kyra. She forces her way towards the white mage and calls out, "KYRA! Kyra, speak to me! Are you okay?" She asks. SpoonyMic better be subclassed in Goddamn Ninja if Kyra is in trouble. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Don't you dare pervert /our/ doctrine with your weak-willed words." The Monk beneath Dominic's boot wheezes stubbornly. "Your association with The Enemy will bring our ruin. Unless we end it-"     Dominic's shouting puts a brief pause on the rantng from the bleeding Monk and the white mage halts her approach. A hiss escapes her and she haughtily speaks, "Accepted. Come on, you idiot. Get up." The white mage bends over and presses a cura into the Monk, stopping the bleeding. He and the female white mage run in the other direction as Dominic goes taking off towards the soundstage.     On the stage, Kyra is left to slump to the ground, where she kind of curls up into a ball. SpoonyMic, confined by the barrier of Twilight, cannot go anywhere. So he cannot dodge the special cartridge that Audrey fires but when she goes to reel him in, he instead smashes up against the magic barrier quite uncomfortably. This effectively stops the song from continuing, plus the fact that the keytar was just unplugged from the speakers by Twilight. Plus the fact that smashing into the magic barrier kind of smashed the keytar a little. Yuna will have plenty of time to catch her breath now, the final lines of her song prevailing over the silence of the Bard.     Twilight's magic barrier at least prevents Audrey from yanking the Bard onto her gunblade. It might not last for much longer but for SpoonyMic, trapped by the barrier and confined by the hardened goo, he's certainly not going anywhere. 

:'''{{#var:666|Mirielle Edelweiss (666)}} has posed:'''     Mirielle had been beelining for Mister Keytar, drawing a wicked black knife from a sheath around her waist in the small of her back, moving her gold-hooded self towards the stage. There WOULD be something very shady and potentially murderous in her eyes - if they were visible, as someone decided to CRASH her friend's SWEET PARTY she cared about.     But then she's redirected. In the crowd of the faithful, she mutters 'yeah, cosma, grrr' halfheartedly, her unmeanacing frame ducking between swinging fists and crazed fanatics, and the WHIRLWIND that is Arthur's lust for kneecaps and such... Plus the spontaneous MUSIC GIRLCANNON and the SUDDENLY A POP IDOL...     It's all Mirielle can do but focus on the numbers.     It's also pretty awkward when a jagged, horrible black dagger-weilding hooded cultist (with Mirielle's build) slides in near Kyra. "A metal object? Did she swallow it, or is just in her mouth?" She asks, prepared to spam a few Esunas. "We probably need to remove it, and quickly." 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Or at least, Yuna WOULD have plenty of time to catch her breath if Nonon hadn't just broadsided her like that; with a yelp of surprise mixed with pain, Yuna is actually blown off her feet, crashing into the drum set and going down like a sack of bricks. Elner promptly vacates the mixing board and hovers (literally) over Yuna, projecting another force field and making sure she's all right. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Haruko wins the award for the 'most unusual improvised weapon' at the brawl tonight as she smashes the monk with Nonon, following up with the guitar. It's a one-two punch combination that the Monk honestly did not see coming-because, really, who hits a /Monk/ with an instrument. A Bard could take out a white mage with a well-placed harp strike, sure, but a /Monk/? As he goes down, the last thing he thinks is how the other monks will make fun of him for being KOed by a guitar.     The female white mage pulls the injured monk she's escorting out of the way of the Vespa just in time. She doesn't bother looking back at the errant vehicle and flees out the door. 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' Are you SERIOUS- That is the thought that goes through Nonon's mind. There's a stream of red before her first, though. Is that Haruko's blood? It is, Nonon realized - and while she hadn't taken many wounds due to Haruko's nature, Haruko /had/. She felts almost sorry for her. This is moments before Haruko tells her she needs to treat her more kindly. Rather, YELLS IT. Nonon's head whips away, canceling the rest of the Beethoven symphony as Nonon's legs slam hard into the monk, "WHAT!?" She cries out, at least wearing a pair of heavy boots, but her legs are flailing, which helps/does not help. It kind of hurts her on impact - considering Haruko's strength. It probably hurts the monk more, especially as the guitar is /far/ more painful. "I'm not a BLUNT instrument! Are you CR-" Nonon stops herself, "Oh." Flatly, "Right." Of course, she gets to watch as Yuna clatters against the drum set and crashes to the ground. "Well, that was music to my ears~. I think you're right about getting out of here though, way past my bed-time, right~?" She asks, suddenly cheerful again. Imagine that! 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     There is definitely something metallic in Kyra's mouth. Those familiar with Galiandan law enforcement would recognize the object, though it's an older model that's being used right now, as a Silencer. These items were commonly used on arrested mages that needed to be rendered unable to cast and were designed in ways to make them impossible or exceptionally painful to remove without correctly unlocking it. It'd go a long way to explain why Kyra is no longer making sounds and appears to be bleeding from the mouth around the edges of the device.     The Silencer looks a little like a retainer from the outside though it holds her mouth open slightly, depressing her tongue downward. It's also magitechnology, currently drawing from Kyra's own magic particles to function.     The club is pretty empty-ish by now, occupied by the Elites, unconscious, and in one case, the dead form of the Doom-tagged monk. The sprinkler system continues to rain down on everyone still in the club, soaking and shorting any remaining equipment. Sirens can be heard off in the distance, a few levels up in outside sector twelve. 

:'''{{#var:792|Haruhara Haruko (792)}} has posed:'''      With the battle wrapping up, Haruko lets go of Nonon. As in, she just casually lets Nonon drop to the floor. And with a smooth motion, she puts her guitar right to where it goes on her back. She grabs the unconcious monk, and tosses him onto her Vespa. She takes a /really/ fast moment to tie the guy to it, before sitting in front of him on the Vespa.      And then Haruko turns to Nonon again, smiling, "Hey, this thing can seat two, want help getting out of here, sis?" She doesn't want the cops seeing her get out with the kidnapped monk. But, Haruko is at least motioning for Nonon to have a seat too.      The seat being is specifically for Nonon to be sitting on top of the monk. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "Fuck me, that hurt." Arthur mutters under his breath. And then, he shouts, as loud as he can, as his fire sizzles out. "YEAH! FUCK OFF AND FUCK YOU! You step up in THIS SHIT one more time, it'll be SKULLS I'm goin' after!" He starts patting out residual fires. "Holy shit." He mutters again, stumbling his way off towards Kyra.     "The RIFF RAFF is done." He calls out to the people attending to Kyra. "FUCK those guys." He's gonna get around Riva, figuring she's already got the Kyra Investigation part done. "Well that was SHITTY." He rasps, groaning from bruises and charred skin. "You got the KNOW-HOW to HELP with that?" He glances up to the barrier-contained man on-stage, eyes wide and aggressive. "'Cause there's more BUSINESS oughta get TAKEN CARE OF." After getting onto the stage, he makes his way over to SpoonyMic, looking expectantly at Twilight Sparkle. He silently requests the barrier be brought down.     He has specific intentions for handling of this person before the police get here. They do not seem to be good intentions. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Twilight Sparkle winces as Audrey pulls on Spookymic! "H-hey! Stop that!" she exclaims to Audrey, then lets out a breath of relief as Spookymic's music stops. She looks around to see who is hurt, then gasps as she sees Kyra. "Kyra!" She makes her way over, then winces as she sees her condition. Of course, she has no idea that there are Silencers, so the purple pony attempts to remove the device. "Kyra! Are you alright?" Twilight asks urgently as she attempts to use her magic to pull the Silencer out.      Of course, she is keeping her barrier around Spookymic, so her attempts at pulling the Silencer free aren't as effective as they might otherwise have been. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:'''     Dominic kneels down next to Kyra and looks at the Silencer in her mouth. He takes a plastic bag out of his pocket that says 'Evidence' across the side of it. The Silencer, while simple in premise, also has multiple makes and models. So he might be able to trace who bought one if he had the proper time.     "Tch. A Silencer," He didn't want to believe Audrey, if just because it was such an awful thing to use against someone, and generally he only liked seeing them on the most dangerous of magic users. He frowns and sighs, looking down at her mouth.     With some skillful work, he starts trying to deactivate and remove the device from her mouth, looking over towards the hooded figure, "Can you heal her? She's going to need it, these are incredibly dangerous to put in someone's mouth," He notes, looking serious about Kyra needing some heals.     Once he gets the Silencer out, he'll put it in the evidence bag and then seal it shut. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' A groan rises from the drums that Yuna fell into, followed by a dazed question, "What hit me ... ?" "Focused sonic bombardment," Elner evaluates. "What would be colloquially termed a 'sucker punch,' except it wasn't her fist ... Are you all right?" Yuna doesn't actually answer Elner, other than starting to sit up, and from there, work on getting to her feet. She does look somewhat the worse for wear. 

:'''{{#var:652|Audrey Stormfist (652)}} has posed:'''     Oh. That's a barrier.     Well, that's what she gets for letting the temporary anger and bloodlust take over. Audrey sighs, calms herself, and then strides over to SpoonyMic, as well as her captor(s) (or at least, Twilight Sparkle) if they haven't already taken off.     "Release the barrier. As the law enforcer here I'll be taking him in custody to be questioned and tried by Ramuhan authorities." Or, well, Zaibatsu authorities, but she's not going to say that out loud. She's still got that cable and goo around him, so it's not like he's going anywhere even with the barrier down.     Arthur joins them-- her glare turns to him.     And then the unicorn just... storms right off. To do very reckless and dangerous things to Kyra's mouth. Well, being nice never did pay off. Lightning crackles around the gauntlet still connected to SpoonyMic, as Audrey gives the unicorn at least one chance to comply. 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason has been getting back up after the fight she looks pretty worse for ware without her combat gear she'd been caught pretty flat footed but she seems to be moving again. She shakes her head. She's lookiong veyr uynhappy and shakes her head for a moment she's looking pretyt beat up and she mutters. She's looking about as she recocvers she's got a potion on h3er and she's going to see hears Dominic asking for a healer, she's got a potion on he and she pulls the small file out of her hair, yes she hid it in there. She'll make her way to Kyra and wait for Dominic to pull the silencer out then she'll administer the potion to her friend. "Easy Kyra I got you on this." It will help till they can get her to a proper healer. 

:'''{{#var:666|Mirielle Edelweiss (666)}} has posed:'''     As Twilight goes to pull out the Silencer, Hooded Cultist-Looking Mirielle moves directly to stop the pony. "No! No. Don't. If you just try to pull it out, you'll cause a lot of damage, and potentially permanently change her pattern because of it. These are brutal devices, for the most serious of magical criminals." Mirielle explains, her somewhat apologetic expression hidden behind her hood.     Then, she gestures to Spookymic in Twilight's barrier. "You're going to hand him over to Dominic, right? He's the law enforcement person around here." She notes, before moving to Kyra to use her far weaker (compared to the White Mage's) healing powers to bring the DJ back up to talking shape. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur stares back to Audrey, and to Dominic's involvement. His eyes remain wide and aggressive. "You can keep him and take him alive. I don't give a shit and I don't kill. I have words for him. And then he can go." That's his terse, tense statement. Something about this situation has him particularly aggressive. Warped space god religion situations might hit slightly close to home. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      The situation seems to be... Sort of in control, at least. It certainly seems to be getting a little too crowded around Kyra, however, and Sanary muffles a pained grunt as she pushes herself back up onto her feet.      "Don't crowd the girl now. She'll need some space when she comes to. Speaking of..." Taking a cue from Lyria and Mirielle, Sanary starts putting her own magical energy into the mix to try and heal up the girl's mouth. Hopefully, that Silencer didn't too much damage that a triple heal can't fix! 

:'''{{#var:652|Audrey Stormfist (652)}} has posed:'''     To Arthur, Audrey gives a short pause, and then nods. "If you do not kill him, yell at him all you like." 'Yell' spoken with heavy air quotes. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' Riva gives Kyra some space when she realizes what's happened. Her expression is caught somewhere between wanting to clearly break into tears and pure outrage. She can't seem to decide what to do, so she just hovers near Kyra, probably to swoop in and give her a hug when the gag's been removed. She hopes. SpoonyMic has his own problems, she's decided. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     SpoonyMic, still pressed against the barrier, swings his eyes to Arthur and they widen a little. The barrier starts to weaken, which alarms the Bard quite a bit since he realizes it's protecting him from Space God Wrath. As Twilight pulls on the Silencer, Kyra starts to thrash wildly, flailing and trying to grab onto the silencer. Her head jerks forward uncomfortably and tears stream down her face.     The Silencer finally comes out with Dominic's intervention, the releasing sequence lowering a metal piece that had dug and pierced Kyra's hard pallet from the inside of her mouth. Blood flows freely afterwards along with a cry of pain.     Sanary's healing is well-positioned. Kyra /does/ need it. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Twilight Sparkle is stopped before she can do much of anything to the Silencer, Mirielle stops her. Twilight blinks, then her ears droop. "Oh my...thank you for stopping me. I had no idea." she says. She then turns to Audrey and nods. "Alright. He is all yours." she says, and with that her magic spell ends, as does the glowing of her horn and her magic book. She takes a few breaths to steady herself, then leaves Spookymic to the enforcers and Arthur.      Twilight raises a hoof to cover her mouth in shock as she sees the blood flowing from Kyra and hears her cries. "I...I didn't know! What a horrible device! What sort of cruel creatures would develope such things?" She has tears in her eyes herself, much like Riva. But, it seems Sanary has things in hand. Twilight steps back as Sanary suggests. "Will she be alright?" 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' THUNK. That is the sound of Nonon being released to the ground. However, Haruko does however give her a ride... and Nonon, despite getting dropped to the ground, decides.. yeah. She'd like to get out before the cops come. As Haruko offer her a lift, Nonon hops onto the back - and grasps ahold of Haruko's back. "Well, it's better than hanging around here~." She proclaims. 

:'''{{#var:792|Haruhara Haruko (792)}} has posed:'''      And with Nonon and Haruko riding double on the Vespa, Haruko zooms off, out of the club. This Vespa really goes /waaaay/ too fast for a vehicle of its make and model. It's basically almost impossibly fast. Haruko will drop Nonon off someplace safe.      And then she is heading back to Heaven or Hell with her prisoner. 

:'''{{#var:655|Dominic Masoch (655)}} has posed:'''     Dominic places the Silencer in the bag, then the bag in his pocket. He'll backtrace the Silencer to a manufacturer or organization of origin within the Cosma church, if possible. He looks very serious as he does this. A moment later, he's putting a hand on Kyra's head, "Shhh, hey. We've got you. You're safe, okay?" He reassures her.     Of course, since he can't actually heal people himself, he leaves that to Mirielle and Sanary. Both of which get a solemn, "Thank you very much for helping her," For the use of their abilities. Sanary is, mostly, a stranger to him. But if she's helping Kyra, she's already got a ton of points in Dominic's book.     The answer to Twilight's question comes when Dominic stands up and sheaths his sword, "The Silencer is a device authorized by law enforcement to restrain the magic of a dangerous spellcaster. It is typically used on extremely powerful individuals, rogue summoners, and practioners of Chaos to keep them from vocal casting while in custody. In their most ideal use, they save the lives of officers," He explains, before resting his hand on the hilt of his sword, "That they even had one speaks of a nefarious source to all this." 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason is now working the potion to add to the healing, and then gets back. She now looks to Spoonmic. There'd been rumours about her parents line of work at the school since she arrived the thing is? Once the potion is handled she'll let the full on healers do their thing. Her green eyes are cold as she focus on Spoonmic. She's no god but her anger is clear. "We will have words later." She then turns her attention back to something far more imporant her friend, Kyra. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Yeah, she should be alright." Sanary's straining a bit to get her energy from herself to Kyra's mouth. With Mirielle's additional healing and Lyria's potion, though, it hopefully shouldn't take too much more to stem the flow of bleeding. "She'll still need... Uh. REal medical care, but this should be enough to stabilize her."      Dominic's offered a light chuckle and nod in response before Sanary starts rubbing her bandaged arms again and turning to Twilight. "It's an effective tool for... Whatever the hell it does. Stops spoken magic casting, I guess? Might not be a bad idea to use these on the the people that brought 'em in in the first place, though..."      There's a bit of a glint in her eye as she turns to Sppokymic, tapping her foot against the stage lightly before smiling brightly at him. Too brightly.      "Orders?" 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     The barrier goes down, and Arthur approaches more firmly. He first speaks with a more calm version of his usual casual speech. "Kyra went and she found a new god, or maybe it was no god." Arthur says, brightly. "Don't that make you fuckin' mad, huh? I hear Cosmos' hot shit. Let me teach you something though. And I want you to do every goddamn thing you can think of to tell your little friends you got together for this what I'm about to tell you."     The many-times-Earth gravity that slams down around the Bard's area will ideally be enough to disorient him and force him to his knees, but not particularly wound, as Arthur leans forward and speaks in what Riva might recall as his 'God Voice' with such a swift transition that the boy practically blurs. "PUT A HAND ON HER AND YOU WILL FIND OUT THAT THERE IS NO COSMOS IN FRONT OF ME. THERE IS NO BEAUTIFUL MARTYR GODESS TO LOVE YOU FROM BEYOND FOR YOUR VALIENCE. THERE IS JUST ME. KYRA'S GOD. WHEN YOUR GOD DOES NOT GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED, YOU FIND A NEW GOD."     He then converts most of his 'human' matter into a fusion construct that is not unlike the sun. Blinding and incredibly overwhelming to see. It seems appropriately godlike. "WHEN YOU NEED BLOOD AND VIOLENCE FROM KYRA, COSMOS WILL NOT GIVE IT TO YOU. I WILL GIVE IT TO YOU, BEYOND WHAT YOUR MORTAL KEN CAN BEAR, AND COSMOS WILL HAVE NO PART IN IT. I AM EQUAL TO ANY GOD. GRAVITY IS MY GRASP, IRRADIANCE IS MY SIGHT, THE UNBROKEN LAW OF PHYSICS IS MY VOICE, AND YOU ARE WORTH AS MUCH BEFORE ME AS I DECIDE. COSMOS IS NOT HERE. I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO IS HERE. BUT IT IS MY DIVINE STATEMENT WE SHARE THE SAME ANSWER TO ANY PRAYERS FOR MERCY IF YOU OR THOSE LIKE YOU DO THIS AGAIN."     "Fuck you." And then he will attempt to headbutt the bard with tremendous impact, despite his head already ringing with a headache from the last time he did that, swiftly reverting back to a human shape. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     The combined triple tech of healing effectively stops the bleeding and heals the wounds incurred on the inside of her mouth by the Silencer. The additional bruise on her face from where SpoonyMic hit her with the keytar also heals over from this. "Ugh..." Kyra sniffles and reaches out to grip onto Dominic. Physically, she seems perfectly fine now. Mentally, on the other hand...     She takes a moment to stare at SpoonyMic, a look of betrayal on her face.     If SpoonyMic sees that look, he doesn't acknowledge it, probably because he's being knocked to his knees by the most intense Gravity spell he's ever experienced. The Bard lifts his head up but only manages to do so briefly as Arthur screams at him. He trembles, overwhelmed by the presence, overwhelmed by the words, for one who has never seen a God, much less a summoned Divine, he finds no other way to manage. He cannot even muster up the courage to call blasphemy on Arthur's words and presence.     Sweet unconsciousness seems like a welcomed relief following that, which is what promptly happens when he's headbutted by a God in the form of a sun. 

:'''{{#var:666|Mirielle Edelweiss (666)}} has posed:'''     Mirielle scooches back, giving Kyra a reassuring pat on the shoulder as she fades back to give Kyra some room, putting her knife away in its holster. Pulling the Cosma Fanatic hood off and stowing it, she catches a glance of Arthur going full, BRILLIANT RADIANCE MAN.     She shades her eyes with a hand. "Kyra found a new faith, too?" She asks, pulling out a notebook and starting to take notes on things, before she forgets. The rest of things seems to clean up.     With an utterly dead look, the Calculator asides to Kyra. "While I know it's your scene, this is why I don't like clubs." She offers. It's... totally a joke! It's just a bad one.     In the very back of her mind, Mirielle wonders if anyone tried to Summon Arthur Lowell before. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur spits a bit of blood that was in his mouth on the unconscious man. "All yours." He says, giving Dominic and Audrey a broad grin, a wink, and double fingerguns. "I'm ollies outie." He'll wander on over to Riva. "Want a Gate outta here?" He'll be Gating out of here shortly, unless stopped, and letting Riva get out of here the same way. 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason watches Arthur go fill divine wrath mode in this case she stares in shock and no small bit of awe as Athur lays down the divine smackdown, also headbutt. She just well is left speechless. It seems Arthur does deliver and she suspects he protects his world with about as much fury and passion as he showe there. She give Arthur a simple nod. "You know he out did anything I was going to do I think I might have to make a few notes on that." She now looks to Kyra giving a fain't smile. "Let's get you to the medcenter shall we?" 

:'''{{#var:652|Audrey Stormfist (652)}} has posed:'''     Audrey has to actually shield her eyes from Arthur's display-- and she makes very careful note, do not engage Hyral with Arthur anywhere near able to respond to it. This really, really doesn't seem like someone you want pissed at you, if he's literally a god of space. Not to mention, very hard to get away from.     At last, with the display ending and the Bard falling into sweet sweet unconsciousness, Audrey heads for him, reaching into a pocket. She pulls a device out; it looks a lot like the Silencer he stuffed into Kyra's mouth, but it looks more refined. And it doesn't have the painful drill bits. Lawe enforcement is much more humane, now. It's still going to be unpleasant though.     She'll secure it in the Bard's mouth, and then signal Sanary and Mirielle. "Let's go. Let Ramuh's authorities clean up the rest of the club. Hyral, please take care of yourself. Masoch, good day." 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Twilight is startled pretty badly herself when Arther starts shouting like that. It is like Luna's Equestria Voice, but even more intense! It takes Twilight a few seconds to to recover after that. A quick shake of her head clears the awe, then she blinks a few times. "Oh my goodness! You yelled at him so powerfully that he passed out!" she exclaims, still amazed.      She then looks over at Kyra and smiles gently. "I'm glad you are alright." she says, then looks to the others. "And all the rest of you, are you unharmed?" 

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Coordinates for Galianda's gate have been passed to Sarah in advance for what is promised to be a ROUSING ADVENTURE versus STORM ELEMENTALS. Any additional 'Kyra laughing at people getting electrocuted' that might happen during the adventure is purely incidental.     Kyra Hyral meets Team Chaos Theory on the other side of the gate, which opens directly onto the massive, configurable bridge known as the Great Span. Upon the Great Span, the seven plates to varying degrees, making it pretty clear that this world isn't one of the giant spherical earthballs found throughout the Multiverse. Kyra herself is all too happy to be the escort along the length of the Great Span, which does not take as long as one might expect on foot due to haste lamps flanking the edges of the big bridge. Along the way, the Afterus kids can be expected to be gawked at and occasionally asked to pose with someone for a selfie from random strangers-Noa and Epica especially because it becomes very clear very fast that everyone here is human.     EVENTUALLY THEY COME TO RAMUH, a plate entirely covered by a massive city that looks like Tokyo and New York City had a lovechild that was somehow conjoined triplets. It stretches far into the sky and in many cases the sky itself cannot be seen, blocked off by complicated layers of gutters and other rain diversion systems. It takes entering a building, riding a very long elevator, and exiting to the roof to finally see what could be spotted from afar on the Great Span: Ramuh is blanketed in a perpetual stormcloud.     Fortunately for everyone here, it isn't raining. Occasionally, the rumble of distant thunder can be heard. "We should have about a few hours before another downpour starts." Kyra notes. "The wind gets pretty bad when that happens so we're not gonna want to be on the roof."     The building that Kyra has chosen seems a little bit bigger than the ones in the immediate area. No logo or name can be found on it, suggesting that it's a public building of some kind-maybe a sector hall. The roof doesn't look like it has a large amount of visitors despite there being access. There are no railings on the edges or around the massive spire in the center but there is a very tasteful-looking metal-engraved high voltage sign on the spire. If one was feeling brave, they could jump to a neighboring building-it's only a little bit of a drop. Getting back up without switching buildings from the bottom might be difficult. 

:'''{{#var:790|Victor Ellsworth (790)}} has posed:'''     "Wow this is kind Of like the Bifrost Isn't it? That rainbow Bridge from mythology? I mean it Isn't rainbow but this Seems very similar in concept, You know?" Victor chirps in, walking in the rear of TEAM CHAOS THEORY as they cross through the Warp Gate. Victor's appearance is in his desc though and the player's already too lazy to repeat it. His cards (orange back, with a yellow sun) have already been set in a holder on his belt, for easy access.     He will spend most of the way to Ramuh admiring the view and asking pointless questions to Kyra, mostly about the scenery and the physics involved. Nothing she can't answer, though. He's not a scientist or anything like that, so he can't exactly push the boundaries here.     Once on the roof, he makes the mistake of looking down.     "Wow this is a Lot higher than I Expected. I feel kind of Uncomfortable now. These things Are not going to try to Push us off the roof are They?" 

:'''{{#var:789|Sarah Parsle (789)}} has posed:''' Sarah, being super proactive for being a fatalist, has ensured that as many of their group as she could drag out of their holes is helping Kyra out on this thing. For one, safety in numbers is a thing. For two, keeping people together helps them all get better at once. Third: If she has to put up with Victor, everyone else does too. Thus it is that the Gloomtrain sidles along the Great Span, looking out over the bridge and making occasional comments about how much it must suck to fall (or 'fall') off. When they reach the stormy heights, Sarah looks around at the environment and shuffles to one side ann another, looking down off the roof into what amounts to a bottomless pit of neon and lightning for all intents and purposes. She looks back up and quietly rejoins the others. "If these things are intelligent at all they will use every method in their power to kill us. After all, we're trying to kill them." She looks to Kyra, and nods. "So is this where we're going to be making our stand? Is there any preparation that we should be making?" 

:'''{{#var:791|Izzy Hyland (791)}} has posed:'''     Taking pictures with IZZY HYLAND proves to be strange and challenging. The picture can be taken just fine, but for some reason while the lens is on him, the screen of the camera always shows something else. Usually something way more interesting than Izzy himself, actually. It's as if Izzy is a window to other people's secrets, and the camera allows someone to look through those windows for a brief time. Interesting (and sometimes disgusting) though this is, the only thing any actual photograph shows is just him... and whoever he happens to be with.     The others have most likely PREPARED for being in a place like this. Not Izzy. He's actually left behind as much of his equipment as possible, and his shirt has been tied around his waist instead of actually worn. Notably, Izzy is built like a tank. This kid must spend a ludicrous amount of time at the gym.     ... But as for what Izzy is DOING, he seems to be having a blast. Kind of quiet though, considering what a loudmouth he is normally. It's because he's trailing along at the back taking pictures with his iWear.     "THIS IS THE MOST ALIEN PLACE I HAVE EVER BEEN. AND I'VE BEEN TO DERSE. DID YOU KNOW THAT CARAPACE PEOPLE EAT ORE SOMETIMES?" He shouts to no one in particular. Not the Derse of their session. The one that's in orbit around Afterus. 

:'''{{#var:787|Epicea Chelid (787)}} has posed:'''     The rain never bothered her a-ny-way~     This is the theme of one Epicea Chelid, who had wandered the slicked stones and streets and hyperlanes of rainy Ramuh... with her eyes closed. Sarah manages to lead her around, and Epicea is preturnaturally good at dodging mishaps and falls, as her head bobs and nods, and she quietly makes little burbly noises, or snorts, or makes weird light snoozing noises.     She's sleepwalking, but it works out for her.     At points she looks like her hands are 'treading water' but she's not, obviously, in water, she's wandering with the group.     As Kyra starts talking to give the briefing, she starts groaning lightly, and at Izzy's SHOUTING RIGHT NEXT TO HER, she finally snaps her eyes open, looking around. "What? Huh? I'm awake, I'm awake! Uh... This is that... one job, right? With the things and the stuff? Yeah, yeah, I'm on board, no problem, let's shove off and make for..."     "Huh, we're here? Sweet. Napped through the transition." 

:'''{{#var:788|Noa Nuquerna (788)}} has posed:'''      Ramuh is the biggest city Noa's ever seen.      Of course he takes the time to A) tag it with some spraypaint somewhere and B) hang up one of his WHO WATCHES THE WATCHERS posters. It's part of the job. You have to remind people of these things. It's *principle*.      Noa is dressed as he always is - his leather jacket, his leather pants, his cape, the spikes on his shoulders, a belt around his waist, and a belt bandolier-style over otherwise-bare chest. He probably has more metal on him than anybody else in the group, and he's rapidly suspecting he might regret that decision.      Oh well. YOLO.      "Cool. Gonna hit Lightning in the face." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Epicea's napping antics lead to a number of pretty awkward selfies from the locals. Those not polite enough to ask might snag one. Noa? Yeah, Noa, in addition to pictures, will even get some compliments on his 'historically accurate' costume of...well, nobody can seem to remember the guy's name.     "Push you off? Nah, Storm Elementals don't use physical attacks that often. Now if the wind started picking up, you might have to worry about that." Kyra says a little too cheerfully. "I wouldn't be too worried. If you fall, I'll cast Float on you so the fall won't kill you." At that, Kyra unshoulders a massive weapon off her back that looks like a very pimped-out grenade launcher. The GLEAMING GRENADIER'S CURE-ALL is, in fact, an alchemized weapon if anyone's able to tell. "Well Sarah, if you got any pre-fight buffs, I'd put 'em up now. Anything that'll lessen the effects of offensive magic would be helpful."     She shrugs, "I could put something up but I'd rather not. I want to see how you guys roll. I'm just here for backup in case things go wrong." With her free hand, she gestures at the spire. "I saw some reports earlier so I think the elementals are on the other side of the spire. If not, we'll have to hop around to other buildings to check. Sure, it's a /little/ bit of tresspassing. But we're doing a public service. Hell, if we remove Storm Elementals from the roof of any corporation, /they/ should be /paying/ us." And just on the tail of saying that, Kyra pulls out a headband-like object which, of course, goes on her head once she pushes her hood back. "I'm gonna be recording this, by the way. For science. I don't know if I'll put it up on my Mogtube channel though. You guys go ahead, I'll be over there, ready to healbomb if it's needed." she hefts the CURE-ALL onto her shoulder.     Sure enough, once Team Chaos Theory circles around to the other side of the Spire, they are confronted by three blue-hued Storm Elementals double the size of a beach ball. They peel away from the base of the Spire and immediately aggro on the group, two of them attacking whoever happens to be up front at the time with some slightly underwhelming Thunder attacks. Normally this would be Izzy but since Izzy's left most of his gear at home while Noa has worn metal armor, both spells head for Noa instead. The third decides to make everyone miserable by laying down a wide-spread hit-everyone-in-the-party Thundara. 

:'''{{#var:790|Victor Ellsworth (790)}} has posed:'''     "Seriously, they eat Rock?" Victor glances towards Izzy, surprised by the RANDOM IZZY TRIVIA MOMENT. He didn't know, now he does! It's not that he hasn't been to Derse, it's more he hadn't studied their diet. Figured they just... ate people food. Never paid attention.     "Sure, that sounds Fine. I will trust In your ability to cast Float. I assume it does What it says on the Tin," Victor then answers Kyra. He will follow TEAM CHAOS THEORY as they go around the spire, once they do; and only once they spot the Storm Elementals does Victor draw from his belt-holder.     Seven cards; five for his hands, two for his per-action refresh.     Hand: Red Joker, AH, AD, 7D, 8D     Fortunately, the would-be Mage is at the back of his group; Izzy and Noa are the tanks, as it were, and he knows to stay in the back. It's difficult to avoid the wide-spread Thundara though, so the teenager is electrocuted! Lightly. Stings like hell either way.     "Wow these Guys are assholes, do You really just have to Deal with this crap On random rooftops? Like RPG random Encounters except they happen Even in cities?"     Two cards are flung, the TEN OF HEARTS and the EIGHT OF SPADES, towards the elemental who flung the AOE spell. The 10 inflicts crushing damage, the eight slashing! The ten is a bit more powerful than the eight. 

:'''{{#var:789|Sarah Parsle (789)}} has posed:''' Sarah shrugs for a moment. "I don't have anything like that." she says. "I'm sure we're all going to handle this with our usual grace and flair." She then pauses for effect. "Any by that I mean none." She shuffles the team over in the direction indicated by Kyra, and they encounter three STORM ELEMENTALS. As everyone prepares to engage in some STRIFE, Sarah produces her JENGA STACK from her PUZZLEKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS, which is a worn pile of short balsa blocks in an orderly pile. They're balanced on her hand, which might be a feat in terms of actually trying to use this in some kind of a POTENTIALLY STORMY SITUATION. The zap of the thunder attack, in fact, makes her DROP THE STACK, causing it to fall apart in a pile all over the place. Sarah looks down at it, aggrieved. "Well, that was bound to happen." She moves to plan B. Her ENIGMA MODUS unfolds, and she stores the JENGA STACK in the MODUS, the CAPTCHALOGUE CARD locking up with code reels and scrambling the image on it. Why would she do that? That's not where it's supposed to go if she wants to use it as a weap- Suddenly, a BUST OF PARACELSUS is ejected from her Modus, the heavy stone object flying towards the nearest STORM ELEMENTAL. Why does she have a bust of a Swiss German Renaissance-era toxicologist and botanist? Who the hell knows? 

:'''{{#var:791|Izzy Hyland (791)}} has posed:'''     The thing about Izzy is that he doesn't do gear. There's a reason for this, though it's a reason that nobody has really come to understand, not even Izzy himself. Fundamentally, the basis of his title-to-be is that of "Nothingness". By equipping himself with nothing, he is providing himself with the most power and protection that he is capable of mustering. Thus, the party-wide Thundara strikes him and... leaves him a bit crispy! But it seems like his MDEF is pretty damn high, actually.     "RUDE." Izzy declares, elaborately sliding beneath Victor's thrown cards and coming back up once they've made contact -- or missed their mark -- to swing several powerful punches at the area-of-effect elemental. Yes, he is really engaging a floating ball of electricity the size of his head in a fistfight.     Unfortunately, he has no area-of-effect, because he hasn't learned Razor Gale yet.     "THIS PLACE IS CRAWLING WITH SORCERY AND MYSTERY. THERE'S NO WAY, THEREFORE, THAT IT ISN'T CRAWLING WITH UNNATURAL BEASTS THAT HUMANITY MUST CONTEND WITH IN THE COURSE OF EVERYDAY LIFE. THE MUNDANE HAS NOT YET SETTLED AND PURGED THE MYTHOLOGICAL FROM THE TAPESTRY OF THE WORLD. ISN'T THAT RIGHT, MISS HYRAL?" Izzy converses casually while skirting to one side of his chosen elemental, allowing ranged support to still reach it even though he's engaged in melee. "AND YES, SOME CARAPACE PEOPLE EAT ROCKS. SOME OF THEM ONLY EAT RED THINGS. OTHERS EAT MEAT. CARAPACE PEOPLE ARE VERY, VERY SILLY." 

:'''{{#var:788|Noa Nuquerna (788)}} has posed:'''      Lightning sucks.      Noa is not fast enough to dodge lightning. Noa is not even close to fast enough to dodge lightning. So he gets zapped. There's a nasty, loud BRRRZZAAAAP that runs through the air as Noa gets blasted, a smell slightly like cooked meat, and....and some seriously frizzy Elf-hair, which lasts for all of a moment before falling back to normal. Even elf *hair* stays pretty.      Also, it leaves Noa laying on the ground, smoldering.      Ow. He's not dead! He's just...lying here for a minute. 

:'''{{#var:787|Epicea Chelid (787)}} has posed:'''     Lightning does, indeed, suck, and Epicea doesn't like lightning. Beyond the pain, they make her all frizzy and burned and /energetic/. Spasmy! IT FEELS LIKE EFFORT, ENTERING HER BODY! This is the very worst thing, the double triple worst and she hates it.     But, luckily, as she was trying to wake up, hopping lightly from foot to foot, she stops on her right foot as the bolt of Thundara strikes her, passing through her, and causing her to spasm and buckle down, groaning.     "Stupid... sparky... things!" She pulls out a large fluffy pillow from hammerspace, fluffs it once, and slings it...     At Noa.     "Hey, jerk! No nappies! We're working, and only /I/ am allowed to nap on the job!" She hollers. In actuality, she's waiting to see if physical attacks work, or if they'll have to engage in Shenanigans. Also, she's sour that Noa is taking 'a break'. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Yep! Pretty much!" Kyra says a little too cheerfully back to Victor. Unless Kyra's white magic decides to give everyone the middle finger but that seems super unlikely to happen at the moment. "Random rooftops, random alleys, random sewers." Kyra ticks the places off with her fingers then adopts a PSA voice: "Random Encounters can strike at any time! Stuff like this figures out how to adapt to environments, even the ones we change." Yeah, she sounds serious about this. "-what, no buffs? Nobody has buffs? You're support, right Sarah? Are buffs not a thing on Afterus?"     Elemental 3, the horrible Thundara caster, is struck by two of the cards and vibrates, sparks shedding but the elemental retaining its shape. Victor may astutely notice that the ten of hearts appeared to shed more of the elemental's mass than the eight of spades-much more than would account for the numeric difference between the two cards.     In perhaps a similar showing of 'proper means of attacking a Storm elemental', Sarah's launched bust of Paracelsus will fly at the center mass of the Elemental, clearly strike it as a sizzling show of sparks will show, then fly through the other side of the monster, blackened and covered in cracks all over. It's launched at an entirely different speed, as if the elemental spit the bust out. At the same time, the second elemental has appeared to have lost half of its mass.     "What the fuck?!" Kyra can't help but interject at that.     Izzy proves that he is enough of a man to punch lightning. Going bare-fisted on the third elemental has mixed results: actually punching it reveals that there is some 'give' with the action up to a point where force emitted by the elemental rather than physical mass prevents Izzy's fist from sinking any deeper. Punching it bare handed also kind of feels like sticking a finger into an electrical socket. It's a course of action that could lead to mutually assured destruction were it not for the head start on damage that Victor has provided. With Izzy as a target so close, this particular elemental directs a bolt of Lightning at him directly.     Now that Noa is apparently 'down', the other elementals seemingly ignore him as a target-mostly. The first elemental chooses to unleash another single target Lightning at Izzy while the second is the one that'll cast the Thundara against everyone.     "Ah, shit, already?" Kyra, meanwhile, standing FAR back out of AoE range for Thundaras, levels the CURE-ALL at the fallen Noa only to hesitate as Epicea hurls a pillow at him, assuming that it's some kind of Afterus Healing Thing.     Or Epicea could be about to teamkill with a pillow. In Kyra's defense, she wouldn't have known. 

:'''{{#var:790|Victor Ellsworth (790)}} has posed:'''     More AOE! Victor whines, because it's kind of difficult to dodge lightning. Now mind you, he can get lucky. Very lucky. Lucky's the name of his game. The slightest hole in the spell's pattern; he could, theoretically, alter the odds. Make it more likely that hole is what'll try to collide with him. Could. But he's not that good yet.     That means Victor just gets electrocuted again. "How do You people deal with This on a daily basis?! This Sucks! These Guys are kind of Assholes!"     He draws two more cards! He grins.     "IZZY, DUCK! HEGEMONIC SLASHER!"     The two cards he drew are thrown immediatly, towards the elemental targetting Izzy. If the teenager ducks, he SHOULD be able to avoid the lightning blast headed for him easier, and the cards are going to impact with that elemental (if it can't dodge, anyway).     Jack of Hearts and Jack of Spades.     The two cards have some pretty powerful crushing+slashing spinning whirlwind action going on there, plus a bonus for being A PAIR. It's slightly less scrubby than his usual attacks. Sadly, Victor is still a scrub, so. You know. The effectiveness may certainly not be what he hopes for.     His hand has not changed. 

:'''{{#var:788|Noa Nuquerna (788)}} has posed:'''      Noa finds himself hit in the head with a pillow.      This does little for his mood. The pillow is hard and unpleasant, and probably just a little soggy. He grabs the pillow, and, immediately, a little devil appears out of nowhere to pluck the pillow from his hands. The devil vanishes.      The sogginess does not.      Noa stands up and unhooks the belt around his chest. "I was not taking a nap!" He shouts, taking it in both hands. "I got *hit* with a *lightning bolt*, you self-absorbed mouth-breather!" Mouth-breather is probably a serious insult for a fish, he sort of hopes as he starts spinning the belt. It grinds across the ground, trailing sparks. That might even be slightly distracting for the lightning elementals!      Kyra's cure-all receives a wave of his hand over his shoulder as thanks as he advances on the monsters.      Then he throws the belt outwards to hook it around the thing's neck, loops the belt through the buckle, and closes it as if to choke the monster.      He's not trying to choke it. In his hands, as emotionally-charged as he is right now, the belt is practically a guillotine.      Also, leather isn't very conductive. 

:'''{{#var:789|Sarah Parsle (789)}} has posed:''' "Why did you people not listen to me! I told you to not wear conductive stuff, gods!" Sarah yells. Of course, her rubber-soled shoes aren't helping at all anyway because this is MAGICAL LIGHTNING and not REGULAR LIGHTNING. Magical lightning doesn't give a damn. Sarah realizes this somewhere around the second area Thundara, and she is zapped again, falling over with a sizzling noise. "Ugh. Of course it wouldn't have mattered if I wore protection." She mutters. Her face twitches in irritation and subtle anger, as if something was about to boil over. "Fine, if we're going to get shocked anyway... I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY!" "Nope! No buffs here!" Sarah calls in response to Kyra. "I'm just a kid with a crappy weapon! But who cares, right? THIS HAS ALREADY BEEN DECIDED!" With a sudden manic energy, Sarah leaps bodily onto the a large Galiandan sign that reads eloquently: 'DANGER! HIGH VOLTAGE!'. She doesn't seem to care about warnings as she rips the sign off of its mounting brackets and CAPTCHALOGUES it, staring with deadly intent at the elementals. The ENIGMA MODUS, overloaded, disgorges an UMBRELLA, which fires towards them like a spear. But it doesn't end there. Sarah leaps forward, running towards where the BUST OF PARACELSUS fell, CAPTCHALOGUING it again. The MODUS overloads once again, spitting out A FILING CABINET OF UNETHICAL RESEARCH. She just keeps going, as a JUNIOR BOTANIST HYDROPONICS SYSTEM, a PILE OF DETERMINISTIC PHILOSOPHY, a LARGE BOX FULL OF MARBLES, a FOLK GUITAR, a JENGA STACK, and a SET OF BETTY CROCKER COOKBOOKS join the objects being hurled across the rooftop. 

:'''{{#var:791|Izzy Hyland (791)}} has posed:'''     "OUR POWERS AREN'T ACTIVE YET. WE'RE NOT REALLY SURE WHEN THEY WILL BE. PROBABLY NOT UNTIL OUR GAME BEGINS. SO NO, NOT REALLY ANY BUFFS TO SPEAK OF. THE IMPORTANCE OF THEM AREN'T LOST ON US, THOUGH!" Izzy explains to Kyra, simply. Though, there's definitely something vaguely supernatural about them. This kind of voltage should probably be killing or at least seriously inconveniencing "regular" people. Electricity crackles around the barely-armored young man, causing him to jerk and spasm and sizzle... but it doesn't bring him down. Once he's done flailing around, he rights himself.     The Third Elemental has demonstrated that it there is a point beyond which Izzy can "grasp" it and not simply pass through its form.     So, without warning or explanation, he reaches right the fuck out and tries to grab the little bastard of an electricity ball and SUPLEX it into the roof with force that can only be described as absurd. Not at all coincidentally, he's quite well synchronized with Victor.     Assuming the Elemental doesn't wriggle its way free of this absurd maneuver, its landing and release point will be perfectly set up to receive the HEGEMONIC SLASHER attack. 

:'''{{#var:787|Epicea Chelid (787)}} has posed:'''     Epicea finds herself out one of her pillows.     Noa has never done this before.     Nobody has stolen one of her pillows before.     This was a stroke of good luck for most of the cast - or in, perhaps, Sarah's case: simply the avoidance of doom.     There is one quiet moment, where Kyra asks if there's some sort of buff that they can cast. "No. We don't do that. We just kind of... do normal stuff? Like GIVING! ME BACK! MY PILLOW!!!" She hollers, going up to Noa and stomping around. She's mad. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Give it back! It's /my/ pillow, it's not yours, my comfort!"     She flails her hands at Noa, and gets ELECTRIFIED for it, bzzzzzap!     Now smoking, and blackened, and her norns two smoking points curling from her brow, she starts shaking Noa. "Give it back! Give it! This is it, right? You, being the adversary? DO YOU WANT TO BE MY ENEMY?! DO YOU WANT TO GO?!? YOU WANNA FUCKING GO?!?!?!?!" 

:'''{{#var:791|Izzy Hyland (791)}} has posed:'''     "HANG ON, TIME OUT. WE'VE GOT SOME ISSUES TO RESOLVE BEFORE WE FINISH THIS." Izzy signals to the ELEMENTALS, in spite of having just tried to suplex one of them. He holds his hands up in a 'T' position, briefly. This is COMPLETELY FRUITLESS, but Izzy is the kind of guy who will do something profoundly pointless as a courtesy to mindless animate lightning. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Normal, untrained people would be getting smoked by these things. Team Chaos Theory might be a bunch of noobs but they do have Predestination Death Games Academy for Gifted Ecto-Youths to their credit. It seems to have at least adequately prepared them for Random Encounters.     Kyra spends a moment considering life without being interrupted by monsters. "...hmm, it'd be a lot like living on Chocobo full time..." she reflects before speaking up a bit louder: "We grow up studying them and fighting back! It's not that big a deal! Though I /guess/ people /usually/ hunt Storm Elementals in specialized rubber suits. That stops the majority of spell spam."     Oh.     Epicea's swat to Noa, turns out, is not some kind of form of healing and thus Kyra starts aiming the CURE-ALL again until Noa waves it away. The elf will quickly find that he's attracted the Noa's also going to have trouble hooking around the neck of one of the elementals because they really have no neck to speak of, being giant floating balls of lighting. But since their mass does give, the belt will find purchase around the spherical shape of the second elemental. In one large yank, the elemental splits in half. The top half tries to salvage some of the mass of the bottom half but the bottom drops away, the electricity grounded, leaving a half-sized elemental before Noa.     If Victor was looking for something to completely blow the elemental out of the water via a two of a kind, he'd find himself only being half-pleased. But on the bright side, after the whirlwind vices around the third elemental, it's now only half the size it previously was, now a blue floating beach ball of lightning.     Sarah ganks the warning sign, further adding to the WTF factor Kyra is feeling with her fighting style. An umbrella flies at the second (tinier) elemental and passes through it without all that much damage from the look of it, besides creating a hole through the elemental that fills rapidly afterwards. The umbrella flies over the edge of the building, getting some good airtime. Soon a ton of other random crap is now filling the air, not all of it hitting, nor all of it really doing a terribly large amount of damage-except that file cabinet. The FILING CABINET OF UNETHICAL RESEARCH cruches the second elemental underneath its weight, the sparks of its mass spreading out from beneath it, then dying out on the ground. One down, at least.     Izzy grabs the third elemental by the ball-again, something a normal person would not do unless they enjoy hugging electric eels in water. The elemental doesn't try to free itself since 'being grappled' is not a situation that these creatures really comprehend. Nor can it really appreciate the beauty of a suplex as Izzy rocks back and smashes the elemental down, effectively grounding it and dispersing its existence. A scattering of stones spreads across the rooftop when it happens, colorful and of many shapes and sizes that might belend in with the marbles that Sarah ejected. Two down!     The remaining one doesn't seem willing to comply to Izzy's request to hold off until the Noa and Epicea drama is resolved. Nay, robbed of its fellow elementals, this one seems more willing to unleash the Thundara spam-centered right on Noa and Epicea, in fact.     "Holy shit, you guys!" Even Kyra starts yelling at them, "Get it together before you're fried to death!" 

:'''{{#var:791|Izzy Hyland (791)}} has posed:'''     Izzy Hyland immediately drops his rambling into his computer-contacts when his request for a time out is not complied with. He keeps his distance from the remaining elemental, rising from his resting position following the suplex, and stares towards the one that's left balefully. It really is quite rude not to comply with a simple, polite request as simple as the one he made. "HEY. HEY YOU, NO. THAT IS VERY, VERY INCONSIDERATE." The thing is still attacking people, this time aiming the majority of its wrath towards Epicea and Noa. They're not that far away though, so the Prince of Void is zapped once again.     By this point, he's been electrocuted a quarter of a dozen times. His hair is standing on end, he's burned all over but most especially in his hands, sweating from the exertion of grappling with the elemental... which really was a bad idea. Not to mention, he has spasms all over.     "I SAID."     Izzy accesses his sylladex. A goddamned BAZOOKA drops out onto his shoulder. He aims it at the remaining lightning elemental.     "TIME. OUT!"     Who the hell gave this idiot a bazooka?!     A predictable explosion follows, centered on the current location of the remaining elemental. 

:'''{{#var:790|Victor Ellsworth (790)}} has posed:'''     Only one left! And Victor's not in the line of fire, for once. He will, however, not let that elemental interrupt the quarrel. Because it's god damn hilarious, for one. And two, they're not friends, but they're valuable allies and that's worth protecting them. Even if it's doubtful the last elemental could KILL them.     The teen draws two more cards, shuffling his hand around.     "Full house! Fuck it I will Come up with a Name later attack!"     He throws five cards, aimed to intercept the lightning spell. The Aces of Hearts and Diamonds, the Seven of Clubs and Diamonds, and the Red Joker, acting as another Ace of Hearts. God bless the fact they double as wildcards. The five-cards attack creates a small storm of crushing, explosive and piercing damage. It won't harm anyone, but it might be enough to dampen the spell! At least, enough for Noa and Epicea not to get fried.     Izzy is more than capable of handling the elemental, so.     Remaining in Victor's hand: 2C, 8D. 

:'''{{#var:787|Epicea Chelid (787)}} has posed:'''     There is a curious sensation that prickles all across Epicea's skin, as she has Noa by the shoulders and shakes him. She shakes and she shakes, and dimly, she's aware of sensation lightly washing over her.     Oh. It's pain. It's mind-boggling lightning-induced pain prickling every pore, burning her clothes, filling her lungs with agony and ozone, and lighting her hair on fire.     But she doesn't recognize it, as she shakes Noa. And shakes him. And continues to shake him, and conducts her electrical pain into him. "Give it baaAaaaAAAack!" She yells, as she smoulders with electrical fire.     And then, behind her, where the elemental was SHOCKING THE SHIT out of her, there's a massive RPG explosion where Izzy fires an annihilatory blast and Victor uses the power of the Full House.     This is probably why Epicea finally gets reprieve from being turned into a fried fishcess, and slumps against Noa, beating him lightly with her closed fist onto his chest.     "Give it... back... give it... back..."     Her face is sort of smooshed into his leather-bound chest. "Your chest is... really comfy... is something burning? You should... take care of that."     Then, soft snoring sounds begin to emit from her, as she continues to lightly whap against Noa's ADVERSARIAL CHEST. 

:'''{{#var:788|Noa Nuquerna (788)}} has posed:'''      Noa is shaken, furiously. An argument over pesterchum culminates in his annoyance spiking to truly herculean levels, *and* culminates in his determination to beat the crap out of all of these people following suit. It's absolutely ridiculous, how-      LIGHTNING.      BRRRRZZZZZZZAP.      Lightning rolls over Noa's body, jumping directly to the metal bits (and probably mitigating a lot of the already-mitigated damage done to Epicea, in a frustrating turn of events) on his shoulders. Lightning crackles between them like a Jacob's Ladder before electricity rocks him to the core, completing the circuit with the Fish Princess. The lightning gives him a nasty shudder, but thanks to Izzy and Victor, he gets to not only stay alive, but stay up this time.      "Hey, calm down, fi-"      Noa goes silent as Epicea falls asleep against his jacket. He stares at her for a moment, and at the gentle whacks of her hands, then points over at Izzy.      "You wanna do something about this?" He offers, "Because I'm seriously tempted to just sidestep and let her fall." 

:'''{{#var:789|Sarah Parsle (789)}} has posed:''' "No wonder why you guys are so badass!! It's like you're permanently living in a Session!!" Is the response to Kyra. Meanwhile, Sarah knows things these lightning bolts things don't. Like how Izzy actually has a real weapon that he breaks out when something is exceptionally rude to him. Thus it is that she ceases her bombardment of the elementals, and busily gets her stuff CAPTCHALOGUED again, sticking her JENGA STACK back into her SPECIBUS as intended, as well as putting the SIGN and the PILE OF STORM PEARLS that dropped into another STACK so they don't go flying. After all, if the building was meant to explode, then they may as well make sure the loot is handled. She doesn't bother attacking, Izzy and victor have this. Picking up piles of crap is time consuming. 

:'''{{#var:791|Izzy Hyland (791)}} has posed:'''     "YEAH OK."     Izzy puts his bazooka away in his sylladex and moves over to take Epicea from Noa, draping her over himself in a fireman carry that he doesn't seem to have any trouble at all maintaining. She's actually a bit taller than him, but he doesn't really seem to mind this minor complication. 

:'''{{#var:788|Noa Nuquerna (788)}} has posed:'''      Noa proceeds to snap his fingers. A little devil shows up.      Noa starts beating it with the belt furiously. "COUGH IT UP!" He shouts, "COUGH UP THE FREAKING PILLOW! GET IN THERE AND FIND IT AND BRING IT BACK!" 

:'''{{#var:787|Epicea Chelid (787)}} has posed:'''     Epicea is tall, but she's easily tossed over Izzy's shoulder in a classic fireman carry, where she sort of hangs there, her smouldering hair not yet put out entirely, as she continues to pap pap pap against Izzy's chiseled lower back.     The kid was built like a goddamn truck that was carrying tanks.     Dude was stacked.     He was the living embodiment of Shirtless Time, like some sort of gymrat dream. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Victor's gamble proves successful: damage is mitigated, mid-flight, in the Thundara that would have no doubt toasted Epicea and Noa (and everyone else, but mostly those two). The spell strikes at half-strenght, which while painful, is now significantly less painful. Kyra nods in appreciation of the countermagic. "That was good!"     Izzy, who had struck Kyra as a bare-handed monk, fighter-type COMPLETELY SURPRISES Kyra by pulling out a friggin bazooka to shoot at the remaining elemental. Were the Storm elemental capable of emoting, it would be surprised as well. Surprised and exploded as opposed to just exploded. The explosion from the blast makes a wonderful blossom of fire and smoke on the top of the building though the building itself seems mostly unscathed except for a large sooty area on the roof. It'll probably wash off in the rain.     Speaking of rain, the first few fat, wet drops start to fall. Judging by their size, it's the kind of rain that turns into a downpour very quickly. The wind also starts to pick up noticably.     "Hah, I guess you could say that, Sarah. Very interesting test run though, it looks like you guys still have some, uh, issues to work out though-" she gestures at Noa and Epicea, then freezes, staring off at something in the distance.     On the roof of a nearby building stands a woman in white and silver armor that has an odd 'poofy' skirt to it. Lining the skirt seems to be downward-pointing spears. This red-haired woman watches the group with her arms folded.     Kyra quickly looks away and moves for the rooftop entrance. "Okay, so let's get back inside before the storm dumps a big one on us." 

:'''{{#var:789|Sarah Parsle (789)}} has posed:''' STRIFE COMPLETE. VICTORY DANCE. Sarah waves her hands around in some meaningless and yet complicated way in the background as pillows are handled and fish princesses are carried in. However, she stops, looking at Kyra, who is looking in the distance at the figure. She looks back and forth. And then she cups her hands, yelling at the figure, "HEY YOU, STOP SPOOKING MY FRIEND!! WE'RE BUSY UP HERE!!" She then turns, getting rained on as she follows Kyra, working on a code for her ENIGMA MODUS so she can /eventually/ extract that PILE OF STORM PEARLS and distribute the loot. 

:'''{{#var:791|Izzy Hyland (791)}} has posed:'''     Being quite oblivious, IZZY fails to notice the woman on a nearby building. Indeed, he fails to notice much apart from the fact that they are VICTORS in this small battle, and also that EPICEA is smacking his back a lot. That's only really a mild annoyance, and people do strange things in their sleep, so he's not really inclined to get pissy about it. He looks to the heavens as the rain begins to fall, issuing an exasperated sigh.     "I'M GOING TO TAKE HER HOME BEFORE SHE WAKES UP JUST TO PULL OUT A KIDDIE POOL AND GO TO SLEEP IN IT. I'LL HAVE TO COME BACK FOR THE HEALING." He dips slightly low in a bow towards Kyra, "I'LL BE SEEING YOU LATER. THANKS FOR INVITING US OVER! WE SHOULD DO NORMAL THINGS TOGETHER SOMETIME. LIKE... UHHHH. DO YOU LIKE RABBIT ON PIZZA?"     "... ANSWER THAT ON PESTERCHUM." He glances worriedly back at Epicea, and begins to head back the way they'd initially come at a fast clip. Izzy has a surprisingly good sense of direction, considering. There's still time to stop him, if somebody /reaaaaally/ wants to. Or if Epicea wakes up again. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Kyra willfully lets herself be distracted by Noa beating a devil with a belt. That was hilariously violent.     From the distance, it's hard to tell the expression on the woman's face. But she does turn slightly, suggesting that Sarah's sassing was heard. The woman lifts something to her ear-a phone maybe?-and doesn't move from her perch.     "Guys-c'mon." Kyra says as the wind blows her hood against her face awkwardly. She motions for the others to walk ahead of her so she can swing the CURE-ALL down in their direction. Casually, she fires the large device, which expells a sphere of white healing energy that 'explodes' on impact into nice, relaxing healing energy. It also extinguishes any fires and removes electrical burns in the process.     "Hey, you're welcome, Izzy. You guys did pretty good for noobs. You've got some Team Chaos Theory teamwork issues to work out though." 

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If That's Moving Up, Then... (Kyra Hyral)

2015-05-14T21:22:38Z

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"I'm moving out."

Kyra let the words hang in the silence that followed over the video chat client as her parents stared at her in silence from their side of the webcam.

"I'm moving out." she repeated, "I got an apartment in Njorun-which is outside of Galianda but I bet you already knew that because I bet one of my brothers or sisters reads my blog and reports to both of you-" Kyra sucked in a breath after that quickly spoken, vaguely bitter-sounding aside, "-with Dominic Masoch. We're dating, by the way!" Kyra grinned and made jazz hands at the embedded camera on her laptop. "Surprise! Unless it's not. Oh! And you can go ahead and cut your tuition payments to Alexander Academy because I'm getting financial aid from the Union."

Satisfied, Kyra sat back with her arms folded over her chest, eager to see the reactions. Uncomfortable silence pervaded the call and after long enough, Kyra began to wonder if they had disconnected in rage and the webcam feed hadn't caught up yet. It was the weary voice of her father that dispelled this illusion.

"Is this what you want? Even in the wake of the incident with that Lute boy..." Dmitri "Delita" Hyral asked, a frown pulling at his red-haired lined, lion-esque face. "Is this why you've refused our efforts to right you? To protect you?"

"Protection?" Kyra shot back immediately, "The hell this is about protection. It's about control! Ever since I was born you've all been about controlling my life and I've-"

"You petulant, spoiled, Chaos-spawned child." Anastasia's low and deadly calm voice cut over the link. Kyra instinctively flinched, unable to deny the twisting feeling in her stomach at hearing the true name of The Enemy spoken, much less directed at her in such a way by her own mother. Part of her mind made the clinically detached diagnosis that this physical reaction resulted from years of religious teaching at an early age. Regathering her thoughts, Kyra formed the proper response to these accusations:

"Yeah? Go on?" Kyra sat back in her chair calmly, threading her fingers together, yet brimming with anticipation inside. She could feel it. This was it.

Anastasia reached over to take her husband's hand in hers. "You are Cherem, Kyra." Her voice seemed to waver in that moment and her father's frown deepened. As she continued, the hard steel voice that Kyra knew her mother for was quick to return. "Your wish for rejection from Cosma and the family is granted: you are Cherem."

That visceral, twisting reaction returned to Kyra, her mind supplying the long-learned lessons on those punished with the variant of excommunication known as Cherem. Her eyes widened mind spun in panic, realization that this could be worse than being disowned settling in. "Rrrreaaallly." Kyra managed with a long, exhaled breath, mustering her courage. "You sure I'm even a valid candidate for that if I stopped practicing Cosma two years ago? You can't kick me out if I already left!"

"You may have left." Anastasia replied coldly, "But until now, your family and Cosma at large has not left you. We have been here, waiting for you to return-but not anymore."

The cold goodbyes that followed were brief. Kyra could hardly remember them as she sat there, staring blankly at the screen, searching for the contentment this was supposed to bring her.

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2015-05-09T15:30:56Z

Aya:

=THE CHURCH OF COSMA=

While it is common for each continent to have their own sect dedicated to the First God that spawned their plate, there are still those that look to worship a higher power and have done so since the first Hume walked the plates. For this, they turn to Church of Cosma, a religion centered around the alleged creator goddess Cosmos and the destructor god Chaos.

While proof of the First Gods is quite tangible in the world’s continents, the mere existence of the creator and destructor has not been definitively proven. Legend and scripture will point to phenomenon as proof, such as the mystical arts in and of themselves, but for the large part, faith forms the main core of the religion.

Cosmos: The Creatrix, the Mute Goddess. As the Legends went, she created; Chaos corrupted and destroyed, perverting each and every thing she breathed life into. This struggle occurred for numerous cycles, Cosmos producing magnificent works of art and Chaos ripping them to pieces.

Chaos: The Destructor, the Sweet Whisperer. He would see all order corrupted but rarely does so in a direct manner, instead twisting and warping Cosmos’s creations into extinguishing themselves. The greatest trick that Chaos ever performed was convincing world after world that he didn’t exist. In each cycle, the denizens of creation came to the realization of Chaos far too late to halt their own destruction.

These cycles did not endure. While Cosmos was patient that her creations would eventually overcome the Destructor, Chaos grew impatient and sought to end the game permanently. Following a terrible confrontation with Chaos in the primordial soup of the universe, Cosmos was mortally wounded by her rival. Rather than die slowly in Chaos’s claws, she sacrificed herself. With her passing, she became the reality of Galainda. Her very essence became the magic that exists in every thing. Larger pieces of her breathed life into the First Gods themselves.

She has never spoken to her First God children. She could not. However, these children inherently knew of the “she” that served her role in their own creation and they often speculated on the sort of Goddess she must’ve been. This speculation, in turn, was passed to Second Gods and then to Humes, leading to the large amount of variation in Cosmos worship. There were seven core virtues of Cosma that seemed to have turned up more often and are thus a common thread amongst the sects. Those virtues are:

*Faith
*Charity
*Patience
*Tranquility
*Harmony
*Self-Sacrifice (on behalf of others, Cosma does not condone Hume sacrifice rituals)
*Humility

“White” magic is considered the purview of Cosmos by those of Cosma. Specifically, power to restore life taps into the spread essence of Cosmos and it is regarded amongst followers that those expressing the largest amount of faith will perform white magic the most effectively. Of course, skeptics and magiscientists will argue that faith merely serves as a form of powerful Focus, and Foci have been proven to enhance the strength of one’s magic.

Ironically, a religion meant to favor harmony has a large number of versions of itself that can be found throughout the continents, each with their own political aims and interpretations of Cosmo worship. These range from the most hardline, “Cosma Naturalis”, which rejects all non-white forms of magic as tools of Chaos, to the mild “Cosma Gentilis”, which while very progressive is also considered too passive by the other Cosma sects. (Think of it operating on a scale of “pacifist hippie” to “extreme fundamentalist of <insert monotheistic religion here>”)

Practitioners tend to have enormous families. Chastity is, notably, not a virtue held up in Cosma and it is actually expected that high-level members of the Church have plenty of offspring. This is part trying to spread the faith and part goddess worship in and of itself, via the creation of life.

Additionally, practitioners generally do not accept same-sex couplings. Or rather, they do not accept couplings that will not ultimately result in offspring being born. Those who are infertile or not capable are considered to lack the Goddess’s essence and become social outcasts at best or branded spawns of Chaos at worst. These pariahs also bring great embarrassment to their families.

So what really happened to Cosmos? Did she even exist?

Nobody but Chaos himself really knows and he’s not telling the truth to anybody. Not even to his most loyal of minions. Those attempting to seek the truth inevitably fall prey to Chaos’s whispers.

''Cosma is not inherently evil at its core''. The teachings are not meant to cover up some hideous truth about the nature of creation. Cosmos is not secretly Dark Cloud. Hume misinterpretation and ambition are behind every instance of Cosma oppression.

OOC NOTE: [[Kyra Hyral]]'s player is extremely firm about this point and politely requests we avoid the Supreme Being is Evil trope. This is not Shin Megami Tensei.

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2015-05-09T15:28:55Z

Aya:

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2015-05-09T15:24:29Z

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User:Aya

2015-05-09T15:21:59Z

Aya:

The player of [[Kyra Hyral]], [[Alvira]], and [[Allenby Beardsley]].

1828/The Second-Most Dangerous Game

2015-03-19T22:51:57Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:168|Nathan Hall (168)}} has posed:'''     Where is Nathan? Nathan is at the front desk, apparently. He looks like hell, too. At the moment he has a wide array of papers splayed out on the desk, stuff about politics or something nobody cares about. He's very, very focused on them and is currently rapidly reading through them and filling various things out. That's not why he looks like hell, though. It's the dark circles under his eyes, the sickly pallor, the frail thinness that comes with not eating enough. He looks like he's running himself completely ragged.     He will not notice Kyra's initial entry, most likely, too focused on rapidly resolving dozens of political troubles all at once. He's actually been on the phone most of this time, with yet another politician, but he's just wrapped that up. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Word gets around about the General of the Union pretty quickly-or it can if his best friend is willing to let certain information out. A few quick inquiries had confirmed what Kyra had heard about two weeks ago-though more accurately not long after Nathan's engagement was announced. The clearly pre-med teenager was, nonetheless, dismayed.     Getting in to Heaven or Hell was easy...thanks to Psyber's day pass. Kyra had been keeping a low profile while here, not announcing herself or really interacting with the other employees which is unusual behavior for her. Anyone she encounters she'll insist to not talk much about her visit here today-she had a special mission.     The large grenade-launcher-like device known as the CURE-ALL is not with her today, replaced by a much smaller and much lighter straight-pull bolt-action hunting rifle of Galianda make (it really doesn't look very different from a regular modern rifle save for a little Final Fantasy fancy embelishments). Her approach to the library is a silent one, complete with the slowest, quietest entry she can manage since Nathan happens to be sitting RIGHT THERE at the front desk.     There is no greeting given to the General. Kyra immediately slips into the stacks proper for some cover. 

:'''{{#var:168|Nathan Hall (168)}} has posed:'''     Nathan Hall is not particularly attentive to this. In fact, he's very inattentive. Keeping cover won't be difficult; Nathan looks up very irregularly, if at all, and usually only to take a swig of the unidentified alchemical stimulant he has next to him on his desk. Basically the alchemy equivalent of an energy drink? It's possible.     Oddly, Nathan's ensured a lot of escape routes are here, even if he doesn't SEEM especially paranoid. He just seems... You know, there. But there's two openings on either side and he's made sure to arrange the shelves around the front desk such that there's a lot of exit paths for him to take. It's too bad he's too oblivious to see the girl sliding into cover behind stacks of paper and books. She has a free SNEAK ATTACK, apparently! 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Unsurprisingly, Kyra does know a thing or two about alchemical energy drinks. Some student runs up against the deadline on his metamagic class essay and they're up for the next three days, chugging can after can of Red Behemoth drink cocktails mixed with who knows what. Suddenly they're leaping from the dorm room roof, screaming that Sylph gave them wings. Sometimes the powdered float stone mixed in actually works. No matter what, they need detox, the sooner the better, and the suspect beverage Nathan is currently chugging only galvanizes her purpose.     Silently, Kyra moves amongst the stacks until she can get behind a bookshelf close to one of Nathan's flanks. Following that, she quietly starts to move around the books on the shelf, clearing herself a hole between a few that she can stick the barrel of her rifle through. In this case, the necessary darts are already loaded into the gun, which can hold a good four large darts at a time. Each dart is equipped with an increasingly stronger load of tranquilizer, each made from different alchemical components. Though she was aware that Nathan could be counted as a Hume she also knew from his Union profile that he had dabbled in thaumaturgy, meaning that she had to account for enhanced physiology if such was the case.     Lining up her shot, there is a faint click as Kyra disengages the safety, but the following trigger pull produces very little noise if any. The called shot, were Kyra calling, would be a nice juicy spot at Nathan's neck, most certainly at a vein. 

:'''{{#var:168|Nathan Hall (168)}} has posed:'''     There it goes, right into the neck. Nathan seems to only react to the presence of the dart a full three seconds after it lodges in. He immediately puts a hand to his neck in confusion, then yanks it out and stares at it. This whole process takes several seconds, during which the tranquilizer gets thoroughly into his body. But Nathan Hall is nothing if not resistant to exhaustion.     He makes a worried noise, one that seems strained. Then he grabs his bottle of homemade alchemy stimulants and downs the rest as he immediately breaks from a standing position into a run, deftly vaulting right over the desk and away from Kyra's probable firing position, attempting to make a break for the dense cover of the shelves. If he's being exhausted by this, it's not gonna be too visible! Nathan's been subconsciously fighting off sleep for a lot time, and it'll definitely take a bit to get him down. He's suffering the effects, but it would appear that he is doing his damndest to not manifest them physically in the least!     While he's busy fleeing -- and he's VERY good at fleeing, having learned over the course of four years how to do it well -- he's immediately calling out on the radio. "Psyber. There is an unidentified intruder within the library. I have been struck with an unknown dart projectile and appear to be suffering soporific effects alongside any unknown poisonous elements. Please mobilize and assist." Unfortunately he's cut off from the radio network, and as such, it's a one-way broadcast to the listeners of the stream. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Kyra falls still and observes Nathan's reaction to the dart through the scope of her rifle. Typically by the time they pull the dart out and see it, it's way too late. A lesser man would have slumped over on the desk with the dart in their hand. But instead, Nathan confirms Kyra's suspicions of either a supernatural nature or an extra-strength alchemical energy drink in his veins and takes off running. Considering that he made sure to grab the drink and down it before he ran, she suspects the latter.     The rifle is pulled out from between the books and dropped to one hand, the rest of the weapon supported by a strap over her shoulder. "/Feisty/." she mutters, watching as he leaps over his desk and runs into the stacks. She takes pursuit soon afterwards, pulling her hood down from off of her head so she can better hear Nathan's rapid footsteps in the library, using those to track him. She can hear him calling in the 'attack' which draws a small cackle from the white mage.     Her left hand remains clutching the rifle while the right, she clenches, forcing white magic to flow through it-fortunately functioning correctly this time-preparing until she catches the next glimpse of Nathan as he flees. That glowing hand is thrust in his direction, "DISPELL!"     Kyra's not /entirely/ sure that a dispell will work against an alchemical extraversal energy drink but there was no harm in trying. Worst case, it would do nothing. Best case, she'll counter the stimulants he just chugged. 

:'''{{#var:168|Nathan Hall (168)}} has posed:'''     Nathan flits between bookshelves, among stacks of paper piled high, still rambling into the radio. The dispell hits him intensely, but his magical abilities mean he can detect it. It looks like it did take out the effect of that alchemical drink! He stumbles briefly, as if suddenly losing a great deal of energy. And then he... Doesn't stop! His movements are faltering more, but the simple fact is that Nathan Hall has such tremendous willpower when it comes to resisting all things that aren't higher level thought that he winds up still attempting to book it for... Somewhere. A saferoom? A stock of more alchemical stimulants? He's attempting to circle around for the elevator, apparently. Albeit with a... Dizzy, erratic sort of pathing.     His stoic face refuses to show exhaustion but his performance in attempting to escape from this is rapidly degrading. His radio rambling remains coherent though. "Magical assailant. Repeat, poisons and magic are being utilized to assault me. No signs of break-in, security systems may be compromised. Please immediately mobilize and assist, I will not retain efficacy in fleeing much longer." This is a generalized distress call to Heaven or Hell overall, apparently, but he still delivers it in a complete, stoic monotone, still not aware of the recent shifts on the network... 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     As she chases after him through the stacks, Kyra finds herself wishing she took a little time beforehand to case the library. But even a quick once-over beforehand couldn't compare to Nathan's intimate knowledge of libraries. He's probably been living in this one for the past few days. She's only able to catch a glimpse of him for a few seconds, enough to get off a dispell, before he dives away. She hears his footsteps start to grow uneven, the telltale sign of stumbling, and yet...     ...he's STILL running! That fight or flight button was hit HARD! For a few moments Kyra wonders if the sneak attack wasn't the best of approaches but those moments pass extremely quickly. "Maybe I should have-naaaaah." Despite the intense urge, she doesn't shout after him, worried of giving away her position much easier.     Taking up the hunting rifle in both hands, Kyra backtracks a little, running perpendicular to the stacks rather than down them, which gives her more chances to spot Nathan and take shots at him. With the next three rounds automatically chambering after each shot, Kyra attempts all three, firing down the length of each row the next three times she's able to spy him. 

:'''{{#var:168|Nathan Hall (168)}} has posed:'''     There are frequent gaps in the cases, and Nathan isn't trying to be stealthy, and as such, Kyra can run paralle to him fairly easily. He tries to shake her, but he can't much do so and he certainly can't get a good look at her. His efforts to shake pursuit using his knowledge of the library can let him dodge one of the darts, which buries itself in a shelf, but the other two wind up in him.     His running slows down to a struggling, stumbling jog somewhere on the home stretch to the elevator. He doesn't stop once he can't maintain his balance, still trying to flee through exhausted dragging and eventually sort of slumps over. And of course, he continues to ramble into the radio despite being on the verge of complete unconsciousness. "I appear to have lost mobility efficacy due to unforeseen additional projectile resources. I am currently rendered immobile and prone at a location near the elevator. Please mobilize and assist. Repeating, security may be compromised, no signs of break-in. Assailant utilizes magic and potentially poisonous projectiles, as well as pursuit tactics. Please mobilize and assist."     He might, apparently, somehow continue to do this for a short while. It is /incredibly/ silly. It's also still in the same well-spoken monotone, though the gaps between sentences are slowly getting longer and the stoic expression is slowly getting closer to sleeping. HUNT COMPLETE, SORT OF. If you wait the last minute or two it'll take Nathan to fully KO. What is going on with this guy? He has outrageous levels of ability to resist drowsiness if it's conscious, it seems. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Holy shit, man!" Kyra finally exclaims in exasperation as she continues to run, looking for a good place to cut him off. She's not sure how many side entrances there are to this place but she at least knows the one she came in on. As she runs, she shoves the now-empty rifle over her back and concentrates on just running now. It'd take too long to reload the rifle and if he escaped into the elevator without her, she'd have a huge problem on her hands.     Kyra emerges from the stacks just as Nathan stumbles and flops over on the ground. No time is wasted in approaching him so she can at least arrange him in a more comfortable position with airways unobstructed. "You're /still/ up? You must have some crazy metabolism, Nathan Hall." He'll probably recognize the white mage's voice from the radio depending on how lucid he is. She seems utterly fascinated that his words never slur or even change in cadence. "Don't worry, security hasn't been compromised, but your /health/ sure has. This is an intervention, General. A medical intervention!" She'll stay there, waiting for him to fall unconscious, readying a dart from her bandolier to stick him in case he doesn't actually go to sleep. 

:'''{{#var:168|Nathan Hall (168)}} has posed:'''     "I have a great deal of experience in matters of avoiding needless sleep." Nathan says, facedown on the ground motionless. "My health is not compromised. I am temporarily re-scheduling sleep to create additional time for work." It's a little muffled down there. "My health will not be affected beyond acceptable tolerances, nor will my performance. Attempts to... Attempts to re-establish traditional sleep schedules are unnecessary and ignore the priorities of the situation of... Situatio... Psyber, please mobilize and assist... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..."     Resistant right to the end. This was INCREDIBLY silly. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "It is /so/ compromised. Have you looked in a mirror lately?" Kyra crouches next to him, pinching the dart between her fingers, waiting. Since he keeps talking for so long, doubt begins to creep into her mind about whether she put enough tranquilizer in him. Or maybe it was wearing off already! She should do a blood test on that.     A sigh of relief escapes her when he finally falls asleep. She rolls onto her butt and relaxes for a few moments, catching her breath at last. The dart is placed back onto her bandolier and her phone is removed from one of her pockets, a quick text fired off to a certain someone.     Eventually, she wobbles to her feet and gestures over Nathan's now sleeping form. "Float." Sure enough, the General will hover about a foot off the floor, face-down, which looks even sillier, but it makes transporting him to a real bed a whole lot easier. 

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1517/Hot Blood, Spilled Blood, Etc

2015-03-10T23:19:09Z

Aya:

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|Date of Scene=2015/02/06
|Location=Land of Spires and Frogs
|Synopsis=Arthur Lowell has just been hit by a drone tailored to mess with his mind. Kyra Hyral comes by to help him out with some healing and winds up with the start of something to eventually address her Wild Magic.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur Lowell's house is, frankly, kind of absurd.     A traditional suburban home, copypasted into expansion hundreds of times, Sims-style, forms its basic foundation and shape, making up the core of its aesthetic. However, someone's added a distinctly skull-themed aesthetic that goes so far as to have a floor or two of the structure be entirely shaped like a skull. The titanic structure which shouldn't ever be able to hold itself up as high as it does sits atop a spire that similarly shouldn't be able to hold itself up at all. The tallest spire on the Land of Spires and Frogs has what seems like a normal suburban lawn on it, though there's several strange explosive magma traps on the lawn and the lawn itself hasn't been cut for a year and a half.     The eightieth floor is still smoking from some kind of massive explosion, while the second floor appears to have been subjected to some kind of incredibly violent breach from something the size of a fridge. The Warpgate through which Kyra might arrive is actually an extremely unusual green spirographic-design gate in an empty room up there. According to Arthur he should be downstairs.     There are a lot of stairs here. For some reason, Arthur, maybe suffering from a bit of blood loss, repeatedly and very firmly warned Kyra to BE CAREFUL about the stairs. Once she gets to Arthur, however, around the fourth floor inside a giant skull-shaped room surrounded by stacks of odd punchcards and strange machinery and weird piles of a wide assortment of supplies, plastering the shoulder stump of a missing left arm with some kind of weird blue gel. He's also got a lot of other bruising and burning and it's generally a mess, but in the interest of taste and time we won't describe that. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     A second time visitor to Afterus, Kyra's skill at navigating the place has improved. Yet it still took what felt like way too long to finally reach the planetoid that Arthur had earned during the course of his struggle against Sburb. Identifying Arthur's place was also fairly easy but navigating there also proved to be a challenge. It's a combination of float spells and healing (following setting off one of those explosive magma traps by accident) that sees Kyra into the savaged structure.     "ARTHUR!" she calls out by way of warning to ensure him that it was her that was coming and not some second wave of nightmare robots out to destroy him. Though it did seem that the assassin drones were elaborate enough to strike at his weaknesses, she doubted that her arrival would be anticipated or acted upon at this point. She's still floating when she makes it inside, which does make navigating stairs a bit easier on the white mage thanks to the reduced gravity and thus reduced effort needed to scale them. Kyra is still out of breath when she finally arrives on the fourth floor where Arthur is tending to his own wounds.     Her eyes immediately go to the arm-stump. "Holy shit." she gasps and promptly starts searching around the detrius of the room for the limb. "Did that get severed or gibbed? I might be able to reattach it if it was severed." 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "HEYA!" Arthur called back, when Kyra shouted down. And then, when she gets in, he calls out, "HAHAHA, I had to BLOW IT UP! I made an ARM BOMB. Actually that was ACCIDENTAL PLAN B but it was CLOSE ENOUGH. Don't worry, REGEN'S a thing we're GOOD FOR here." He's sort of crawled his way here if the blood trail's any indication, and seems to be struggling with a chair to get onto it now. After a while he will manage it though.     "TRUST ME, you just pump a TON of HEALMAGICS up in this fuckin' STUMP and I'll be GOOD AS NEW." His intense vocal energy is faltering due to the exhaustion, blood-loss, and pain, and it all sounds more than a little hollow. "Heheheheh. Hey KYRA. Come gimmie a HAND here." He laughs briefly at his own joke, before a fresh pain-wince tears through his body and interrupts it. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "An /arm bomb/?" Kyra's voice contains a strange mixture of intrigue and both disgust. Dismemberment is clearly not her thing despite being in a position where she'd be treating it on a regular basis. "How the hell do you make your flesh explode? Does all of you explode? Is that a space mage thing?" She draws closer, flexing out the fingers of her right hand. The magical "humidity" around her intensifies and white light can be seen flickering around her hand.     That magic seems to behave. Kyra hesitates as she looks at the stump and Arthur insists that it can regrow but then she catches that flash of pain on his face and quickly reaches forward, grasping the stump just above the severed, goo-colored edge. Kyra murmurs something Arthur can't quite make out the words to but the final phrase is loud enough for him: "Curaga!"     Sweet, sweet white magic immediately floods Arthur. Although soothing, it doesn't completely erase the sensation of pain. Kyra keeps the magic flow going, maintaining it easily, eagerly watching the severed stump. Her free hand reaches into the front pocket of her hoodie to pull out her phone, which is basically the Galianda version of a fancy, fancy smart phone. "Can I film this regrowing? I've never seen a Hume regrow anything like this before." 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "The BURNING SPIRIT that tears through EVERY LITER of my BOILING BLOOD means I can DETONATE LIMBS AT WILL! Can you think of ANY ARM that can withstand the HEAT OF MY GODDAMN SOUL?!" The energy's back in full force with Arthur for just a moment, before he seems to lose it completely. "Also a couple complex subatomic processes nobody gives a shit about, 'specially not you. Don't worry, I don't always explode. That was mostly intentional. Like, half an accident at worst."     Grabbing the stump very visibly puts Arthur in a LOT of pain, but it is a necessity! And he's biting it back with gritted teeth. "ALRIGHT, THAT'S the shit. Lemme just... Hrrrrrrnnnnngh!" His body seems to be consumed by an odd multicolored light, filled with stars. The flesh at the stump appears to drip like a soft melting statue, but slowly it begins to extend outward into a full hand. Arthur speaks up during this, of course. He's falteringly trying to restore his own energy to reply again. "MAN, can't promise you the FOOTAGE will be ANY GOOD but SURE, GO AHEAD!" It looks like the healing magic is being parsed into another kind of magical system as well.     When everything calms down, the lights fade, and Arthur will have a new, sleeveless left arm. "RAD." He declares, wincing a bit from residual pain. He'll probably get to asking why Kyra wanted to visit in the first place, but for now, he remains sitting, kind of panting heavily from exhaustion. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     When Arthur's sprited shouting returns, Kyra visibly relaxes just a little. Hearing him earlier on the radio left her really worried because she could tell he wasn't being his usual hotblooded self. Whatever had just happened here messed him up good-and not just in the blood and burns department. But that spirit appears to only be temporary and the worry returns.     She'll express that in a moment once the healbombing has concluded. Not even his squirming in pain dissuades her from where she's putting that hand: "...yeah, this might hurt a little, suck it up, the closer I get to the damage the more effective the healing will be." Placement does matter! The magic will focus on the arm-stump first and the rest of Arthur's injuries later.     Kyra also proves to be an adept at manipulating her phone with a thumb in her one-handed grip. In short order, she has the video capture app going. "Good. You-uh." Kyra frowns just slightly, apparently aware of the diverted flow of her healing magic. It's working and she sure can't complain since curaga doesn't normally regrow limbs from scratch. Space magic, perhaps? Taking the magical particles she's channeling to use for his magic? "Well that's fascinating-Shush for a sec."     Once it ends, Kyra shuts down the video capture and starts poking the arm with her fingers as if to confirm that it's real. "Whoah." she intones, leaning forward. A few more awkward moments are spent gawking before she straightens. "Hey...uh...are you gonna be okay, Arthur? I've got some painkillers I can pass you if you want. Or...uh...if you wanna talk." She's at least polite enough to ask first before nailing a patient with a tranquilizer. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "PROBABLY" Arthur says. "But, NAH, no painkillers. Hurts like a BITCH but that's sorta THE POINT of all this shit. Shit's WORSE if I'm NOT HURTING usuaully." He rolls his shoulder around, letting Kyra prod at it. "THANKS, though. 'Specially for the HEALS. THIS BODY is pretty GREAT at MAGIC REGROWTH but only if I got the HEALIN' OOMPH behind it, y'know? I'll be FINE NOW though. I mean, PROBABLY." He works his fingers individually, then pounds a fist into the opposite palm. "AW YEAH! Already doin' fine." He says, through a pain-wince.     "But, TALKING! Talking's good. I think we were gonna do that before I had you come here for DISMEMBERMENTS." There's a snap on that left hand and he points to Kyra. "YEAH! You had somethin' you wanted to MEET about. Hell if I can REMEMBER though, what'd ya wanna talk about?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     She pokes at the arm a bit more, eventually moving down to his hand to examine that too, proding the palm in certain spots to look for various reflexive movements she's been trained to notice. It's all but confirmed as a fully functional arm when Arthur starts wiggling his fingers and finishes off with a fist pounded against a palm. "Yeah, I could tell. Your body's literally wired to regrow. A perk of being a god, I guess? Are you unkillable? Or really hard to kill? Not that being unkillable is really a god thing..." At least not where she's from.     She finally stops prodding Arthur and straightens. "Oh..yeah. I didn't say what I wanted to talk about 'cause I was hoping it'd stay sort of private. You're the Mage of Space and it's a thing you became, based on that story you told. You didn't have magic before, how did you learn it? I ask because I'm in a bad place with my magic right now and I have to relearn it so I don't accidentally murder everyone around me."     After a moment, she looks embarassed, "Though when I said talk I meant talk about your problems, not mine." 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur laughs a bit. It's a good-natured laugh. "HAHAHAHA! Ahhh... I can BOUNCE BACK a bit. I'd, uh... Nah, not UNKILLABLE, strictly speakin'. Ain't anything anyone oughta DEPEND on, really." He makes a dismissive gesture. "But, YEAH, lil' GOD PERK there." Not a lot of detail there. He seems vaguely uncomfortable with acknowledging his godhood in general, for some reason. And then another quick few dismissive gestures. "NAH, NAH. Nothin' to talk about. HURTS like a BITCH but, hey, aside from that, everything's fine. Everything we gotta talk about as far as I go, y'know?"     He then stands! So dramatically that it tosses his chair back a bit. "SO. Havin' TROUBLE with the MAGIC! Yeah, I used to think I didn't have it. Bein' FAIR here, I didn't, for a LONG TIME. And NOBODY ELSE on my planet ever did, so. EASY ASSUMPTION." He makes a dramatic gesture with one hand! "BUT, YOU wanna know how I got OUTTA that. I'll SHOW YOU!" Suddenly, in his hand, is a very old-looking, battered metal broom with a gentle green light emitted at the bristle end, and a strange trigger system at the handle.     "I'll show ya. Take this, point it at some walls, pull the trigger." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     A thoughtful look crosses Kyra's face as she weighs whether or not to say something kind of creepy about the whole godhood thing. Maybe if she phrased it right: "It'd be interesting to study that sometime." she remarks by way of compromise. "You sure about you being fine? You kind of...didn't really sound like yourself back there, you know?"     She sounds worried and looks worried though his dramatic display of getting up out of his chair seems to lessen, but not banish, that worry entirely.     "So you had /zero/ magic to start with? Not a single magic particle?" Kyra relaxes, letting both of her hands hang out in the front pocket of her hoodie as he continues his DRAMATIC GESTURING and broom summoning.     "...this is a broom." Kyra states plainly as she accepts the object, inspecting it and eyeing the trigger, "...a gunbroom?" Undeterred, she swings the broom to point the bristles at the wall and pulls the trigger. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "HAHA! Yeah, I'm fine. S'all good! That's just some EMBARRASSING NONSENSE, don't pay attention t'THAT." Arthur says, making rapidly dismissing motions. The whole fake-energy thing is a bit of a weird point for him, it seems. "ANYWAY! Sort of zero. I wouldn't say ZERO-ZERO. It was like... LATENT. And I couldn't BRING IT OUT any way. There wasn't anything I could DO with it, y'know? Least, not on my OWN."     Arthur grins, and laughs. "YEP, it's a BROOM! Lemme tell ya! As far as WEAPONS go, BROOM is one of the UNEXPECTED ones. This is my BROOMSTICK. The old one I used t'use for casting, 'till I didn't NEED IT and got a NEW ONE." When Kyra pulls the trigger, a brilliant green light flashes out of the broom and impacts the wall, forming a Gate like she emerged from! It's a glowing green magical construct, formed out of lines suspended in space. "See, you're not a SPACE MAGE, but this works anyway. Hell, this'd work in ANYONE'S hands." He stomps one foot and dispells the portal with his own magic. "But that's not the POINT, 'cause it NEVER stops there. The POINT is CHANNELING. The point is gettin' you USED to RELIABLE MAGIC. Me, I started off with THIS." He pounds one fist to his chest. "But it was ALSO usin' a bit of the magic INSIDE me too! Then I replaced it with a BIGGER, BETTER one. And I kept doin' it. It PULLED the MAGIC OUT and made me REALLY UNDERSTAND how SHAPIN' it works. Eventually I didn't NEED the brooms! HAH!" He sweeps one hand at the same wall and summons a row of Gates. "BAM! It's like THAT."     "Way I learned was learning from ARTIFACTS, gettin' taught my MAGIC by TOOLS. Had a TOOL in my hands, put my FAITH in it, and LEARNED from it. Had a couple TUTORS helpin' me out too, makin' the lessons easier to UNDERSTAND." He starts counting on fingers. "Horrible eldritch spacewizard, evil demon queen with the hair, uhhhh... There was also that magic bard who was mackin' on me... The weird ice fairy... You GET THE PICTURE." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Not being a social moron, Kyra can recognize when someone wants a topic dropped. Such as this fake hotblood on the radio thing. She doesn't ask anything else about that, happily moving to pay attention to Arthur and his former status as sort of magical.     But at this point, she can't help but laugh a little at the enthusiasm over the magical broom. "Nobody expects a broom!" Kyra agrees before immediately rushing forward to inspect the portal. She's about to stick her hand in it out of misguided, reckless, scientific curiosity before he closes it. Turning from the now blank wall, she faces him, nodding along: "So you used tech like this-" she holds up the broom in both hands, "-to draw out all that potential and 'teach' you how to use that magic." She turns, staring at his summoned row of gates.     She doesn't try to enter any of these.     "Huuuh...seems solid if you're the result. At this point, then, I'd be asking you to tutor me." She offers the broom back to Arthur. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur Lowell grins and laughs. "HAH! Wouldn't call it TECH." He leaps up into the air briefly, landing with one foot propped up on the circular central platform of a strange metal apparatus with a robotic arm attached to it. "Lady, this is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT GENUINE ALCHEMICAL MAGIC!" When it's offered back, the broom disappears from Kyra's hands the same strange summoning way, though Arthur doesn't seem to move a bit! It's like when something disappears into a player's inventory in a videogame.     "Shit yeah, it's solid. I'm a PRETTY SHIT TEACHER, but!" Then there's a laugh. "Well I kinda OWE YOU now, right?" He emphasizes this with a quick flex of his new arm. "You want a HAND, I'll GIVE IT to ya! Work a lil' ALCHEMY, whip you up somethin' for HEALING, start from SQUARE ONE, get you RELEARNING what you gotta KNOW to keep your SHIT IN CHECK, maybe PUZZLE OUT SOME ANSWERS." A few boisterous laughs. "I'm a pretty SHIT TEACHER myself, but HELL, you want the HELP, not gonna say NO. WORST I can do is SAY SOMETHING STUPID, right? And you'll figure THAT out QUICK."     Then he zips right back over to near her, crossing his arms dramatically with an enthusiastically expectant look. "So, you really wanna GIVE THAT A SHOT?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Looks like tech to me-" Kyra starts to protest, watching as he hops his way onto one of the weird machines he has in the room. To further call it GENUINE ALCHEMICAL MAGIC has her stopping, deciding that comparing it to her world's definition of the word was pretty useless. This was completely uncharted territory for her. There is also some mild surprise when the broom disappears without him visibly taking it from her. She was half expecting for him to open a little portal in front of her and reach a hand through-some fancy space magic stuff like that.     "Weeeeeeeellllll...." a more altruistic person might insist that, nah, healing was just a part of their job no repayment needed, etc. "Yeah, you kind of do. If I hadn't come along you wouldn't have had a pair of guns to flex. Just one." She smirks in spite of knowing well that his mage muscles didn't really count as 'guns' but it sure was funny to call it that.     Even with Arthur's admission that he's a pretty awful teacher, Kyra is undeterred: "Hell yes. C'mon Arthur-" she holds out her hand to him, "Let's do this." 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     It's true, Arthur Lowell is lean like dried meat. There is no gunshow to be found here. "WELL SHIT," Arthur says, grabbing the hand firmly and with much gusto and shaking. "Let's get you STARTED then!" With a great, intense flourish, Arthur pulls away from the handshake with one final heavy shaking motion, and turns around, and strides back to his machine. "ALRIGHT. Let's get this shit FIGURED OUT." He's first heading to a titanic stack of punchcards! "Got a couple QUESTIONS here, to get you SET UP. FIRST OFF: What's your KIND ABSTRATA? Errr-- That is, what sorta STUFF do you usually do FIGHTIN' with, in your HANDS. Or CASTING I guess. STAVES? WANDS? We gotta get you a THING to do the MAGIC WITH."     As he's rummaging through this pile of punchcards, he also rambles off other questions. "Also, explain the MAGIC ya got to me. A TOOL can only teach ya what you ALREADY KNOW, kinda; you're not gonna learn how t'do SHIT that you JUST CAN'T. Whad'ya got SO FAR, and how's THAT WORK? And what's that part you were talkin' about, the MURDERING EVERYONE AROUND YOU?" He's already picking out cards and setting them aside. "And I gotta know, this MAGIC THING, been goin' from DAY ONE? Or is it a RECENT-ISH thing? Got anything mighta CAUSED it, or been RELATED to it?" It's getting a little academic on his part, but he seems to still be ENERGETIC AND HOTBLOODED about it. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Kyra's also going to call the recovery a success at this point, even if it is distraction that is making Arthur feel better for the moment.     After experiencing the most intensely hot-blooded handshake she's ever had she pulls the savaged arm away and follows after Arthur, back to that machine he was perching on seconds before. "My what now...?" She starts at the strange technical jargon presented which, when translated, must mean something along the lines of weapons. "Oh, guns. I use a bunch of different guns." She grasps the zipper to her hoodie and unzips the front, revealing what is hiding underneath: At least three different guns amongst a huge collection of alchemical materials and bullets. All three are small arms in this case: a needlegun meant for firing the darts she has on her, an ornate-looking pistol, and a pretty ordinary handgun. "They're all separate from the white magic. I never really got into staves, rods, or hammers. I just kind of direct it with my hands when I need to."     She edges closer to look over Arthur's shoulder at the punchcards, curious. "What, like the white magic itself? It's all mostly healing and buffs. I get a handful of offensive air or light spells too. It works through me because I've got the Job for it, which is pretty much like, genetics, right? A pattern that develops inside a person that gets expressed. I've got red hair, you've got black hair, and I've got a white mage Job. To make it go, I put my magic particles-MP-through the pattern and out comes the white magic I want when I focus on it. At least that's how it's supposed to work, basically."     Kyra, on the other hand, is trying not to get TOO academic about it-because she can, being a huge science nerd. "What's been happening instead of white magic coming out is random, chaotic effects. Like, even spells from Jobs I don't even have. This thing has been going on for about a year but recently it seems more frequent and more dangerous. Like 'wipe the party' dangerous. One of my Union friends-Ainsley-thinks it might be because I dumped my parent's dumb religion a year ago." 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, HANDGUNS huh? The SIDEARM kind? I can DIG IT." Arthur says, nodding. "Alright. Let's see... Got the old REVOLVER card... Oooh, we could get the RIFLE setup TOO, if you want that INSTEAD. Here's the MAGIC CRYSTAL BALL card... Hey, you got any HEAL POTIONS on you? I can't use VITALITY GEL in this thing. I can just make the ol' GHAST TEAR REGEN thing though, if y'don't... Oooh! Here's the old IMMORTALITY ELIXER card..." A small pile of punchcards is being set aside. "OH, and if you got ANYTHING ELSE you wanna throw in the mix, LEMME KNOW." A quick thumbs-up!     Then he's standing back up properly, listening to the white magic explanation. "RAD." He says. "Sounds SIMPLE ENOUGH to get. Kinda like LIFE around here, 'cept less ARBITRARY CONSERVATION OF ENERGY." And then the explanation of how it started. Arthur's broad, constant grin seems to crack a bit, faltering. There's an almost somber look creeping into his eyes for a moment, almost seeming to look knowing. Privately, Arthur thinks he already knows where this is going, and it's a bit troubling. But it lasts only a second; the grin's back in full force and Arthur's already launching into a response. "WOW! Sounds like some SHIT LUCK you got there. Alright, this TRAINING PROCESS, obviously it's more for kids who CAN'T use magic instead of kids using the WRONG magic, but I think it'll FIT YOU ANYWAY. This AINSLEY guy might be on the RIGHT TRACK, but!" He points a finger dramatically at Kyra! "If you dumped it, you probably had a SOLID REASON, so I'm not gonna tell you to GO BACK. Instead, I'm gonna tell ya, we're gonna see what the TOOLS find out is the BEST WAY for you to GO."     "I mean, you know about this BULLSHIT GOD NONSENSE with ME, right?" Two thumbs get jabbed to his chest there. "I'm like the MOST QUALIFIED DUDE to say, TOTALLY FINE with the FAITH DUMP. And if WHOEVER you were gettin' your PRAY on to before has HALF A BRAIN I'm sure THEY are too." What a non-judgemental creator deity. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "I use long guns too sometimes." Kyra speaks up when Arthur also mentions having a rifle card. "Can't say I'm a certified sniper but having the extra range is handy, especially since the healer aggro is /real/ out here. -oh yeah, and specifically, white magic healing works by resetting your pattern back to normal. Which is why it only works for injuries and not like a hereditary disease you were born with. Or male pattern baldness." Patting herself down, Kyra selects a flask from one of her belts that contains a slightly luminous green liquid. "Hipotion." she explains, holding the flask up. "What's a ghast tear regen?"     Since this seems to be all about MIXING STUFF TOGETHER, Kyra digs through her belts and pouches some more, green eyes flickering to that immortality elixer for a moment. A few more things are removed-a dart with a dull orange liquid in it and a big shiny hunk of gold. "Gold mixed with dragon blood." she explains, "One of the Union allies had molten gold thrown at him during a fight." A bullet is also added, though it's a strange one by normal firearm standards. It's a solid slug with nowhere for powder or charges.     "Girl." Kyra corrects out of respect for the lizardwoman. "So yeah, I agree and I'm up for starting from square one...even if it takes years. I'm all ready to to nope right out of accidentally killing my friends." A wide grin spreads across her face when Arthur conceeds that going back to the aforementioned religion was not recommended. In that moment, she starts liking the hot-blooded mage just a little bit more.     "I remember Afterus Exposition Hour." She nods...then snickers, "Well since this choice has the official Creator God Seal of Approval then that makes it double okay. 'cause it was a creator god religion I dumped. Well...goddess. So it's like double extra revenge on my parents, heh heh." There's a little malicious look on her face for a few seconds as she rubs her hands together. "Okay, so...abstrata time, right?" 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "You say Ainsley, I think of that big guy on TV with the cooking show. Though I guess he's not had that for like three years now." Arthur shrugs and laughs a bit. Oddly enough, each offered artifact disappears into Arthur's inventory. Kyra will get to see him fuss with new, un-punched punchcards!     http://i.imgur.com/jwcnJnX.jpg     How strange. He sets about punching other cards with codes he's reading off the back. "Alright, let's try the MAGIC CRYSTAL BALL and the RIFLE mostly, a side of GOLD. I'll try WITH BULLETS or WITHOUT BULLETS, and then one WITH DARTS or WITHOUT DARTS. Oh, right, the GHAST TEAR stuff, that's something I learned from an old POTION-MAKING PAL. Or, ENEMY. She killed one of my BEST FRIENDS 'cause of a LOVE TRIANGLE, but she made a MEAN POTION. REGENERATION! Sort of. GRADUAL HEALTH STUFF. Not INSTANT HEALTH though." There's a bit of a wince at the 'revenge on my parents' comment. Arthur's been around the block enough times to know both the issues with that stance and the tactlessness of trying to break Kyra out of it right now. Instead, work! Help! Friendship! Much more productive.     "Let's see, let's see..." And now he's plugging cards into slots, carving weird crystaline structures at some kind of lathe, inserting them into the larger platformed apparatus... But, what happens at the very end is DEFINITELY magical. The big robot arm comes down and scans the crystal with its laser reader and then there's a sudden gush of magic as something appears on the platform! Arthur crafted ASSAULT RIFLE !! (MAGIC CRYSTAL BALL && HI-POTION) !! DRAGONBLOOD GOLD to make the AURUMAL AUTODOC ITEM COST: 4000 BUILD GRIST, 250 STEEL, 200 INK ITEM DESCRIPTION: The pimpest assault rifle to ever heal a man of grievous wounds, the AURUMAL AUTODOC is an ornate firearm that emits a blast of strange blue and white magic to apply healing at range. While a lack of required ammunition means it can be fired non-stop, it also cuts the healing-per-second down drastically and means that the healing itself can't be adjusted on a per-purpose level.     This information is visibly demonstrated at some kind of holographic station that Arthur plugs the mess of cards into, after he plugged it in to make the thing in the first place. "Looks like an EASY BASELINE. We could get some SWEET MODS though, with more ALCHEMY." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Never heard of the guy." Kyra remarks, the reference going completely over her head, watching the offered items disappear like the broom did earlier. It doesn't occur to her that some kind of inventory trickery is happening until he starts messing around with cards with the images of the stuff she just put down.     The malice is all but gone now in the face of imminent stuff-mixing and a second tiny exposition bomb (exposition grenade?), "The same love triangle that was part of your game?" She did remember the phrase 'murderous love triangle' coming up during storytime.     Any further exposition Arthur might provide on that is lost. Kyra is completely absorbed with staring at the alchemy-in-progress, which definitely registers as magic to her. She's absolutely -fascinated- by the whole process, up to the item eventually produced.     "...that's the blingest rifle I've ever seen." Kyra intones before looking up to see the item description which more or less repeats the observation but with much more other useful information attached. "...no ammunition." Kyra looks starry eyed, "/No ammunition/." she repeats, reaching out to lift the rifle from the platform. "This is fucking amazing. So what your saying is we could continue upgrading this thing too with your alchemy machine?" Kyra jerks a thumb at it, letting the Aurumal Autodoc rest on her shoulder. "Also can I shoot you with this? Gotta try it out." 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, that one." Arthur gives a quick nod to Kyra about her love-triangle question. Not a lot to say about it, honestly! Really easy summary. And then, of course, "HELL YEAH." He says, definitively, to this assessment of the rifle. Also, apparently, to being shot by it. He's still got some wounds on the rest of his body after all! "It's what I DID, yeah. We just keep pumping MODS into it until it's a MAGIC CHANNEL. See, right NOW, anyone could pull that trigger. But we run a couple more ALCHEMY SESSIONS, and it'll be a NO-JOKES FUCKIN' FULL-ON MAGIC CHANNELING ARTIFACT. The way this works is, you gotta BUILD UP the way I did. Take THAT THING out for a spin or two sometimes. When it FEELS GOOD, when it FEELS NORMAL, you amp up to something that draws off of YOU more. And MORE, and MORE, and MORE. 'Till you know all the SOLID WAYS of gettin' your MAGIC OUTTA YOU like the BACK OF YOUR HAND."     He starts floating a bit, weightlessly, like an astronaut. "You know, the REASON this is all PROBABLY happening is 'cause the RELIGION was givin' you something you DEPENDED ON. Not to say the SHIT it was givin' you was JUSTIFIED. But, SOMETHING about it was NARROWING DOWN the MAGICAL CHANNELS there, in a way you NEEDED." He actually seems to get a bit serious, and for a moment seems to take an understanding tone. "Hey, listen. When you're out there using this, and when you get to the other stuff, I want you to see if you can think about what it was giving you. The tools can give you a bit of it, but the point of all this is gonna be to let you figure out what you need for yourself, and start finding it on your own terms. When I couldn't use my magic, it was 'cause I had some pretty shitty self-esteem stuff going on. The tools and shit like that were there so I could believe in something else giving me the magic, instead of the magic coming outta me. You already know the magic's coming outta you. So..." He makes a dismissing gesture. "Look, y'know, just think about it when you're running the next dungeon, huh?" He's trying to broach this topic as gently as possible, and let Kyra arrive at a healthy conclusion with her own agency. Something to settle into her mind over a few weeks.     "ANYWAY! Yeah, enough BULLSHIT GURU NONSENSE, hit me with a COOL MAGIC LASERGUN for COOL MAGIC LASERFUN, let's take this fucker for a SPIN." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Though it was tempting to prod Arthur more about the love triangle thing, Kyra's acute social senses tell her that it's something he doesn't seem too up about talking about it! Which was fair enough.     She takes the gun in both hands, readily demonstrating familiarity with handling firearms that might be distressing to see coming from a teenaged girl. "Is it going to need a part of me into that alchemy to do that?" she asks, merely curious and not at all disgusted by the thought. It wasn't as if she didn't borrow samples from herself when messing around with genetics stuff. "I mean, like, in the future and stuff since it'll be channeling out my MP."     As he floats up into the air and starts to talk...her mouth falls into a grim line and she nods, "That sounds like a plausable thing. Like I grew up doing this magic with Cosma as a crutch and now it turns out I can't really walk without it." Vague annoyance settles onto her face-Arthur might have gotten another anti-parent comment at this point except he heads it off, unknowingly, with his sudden serious mode.     She stares at him, looking slightly taken aback when he admits that he had some kind of self-esteem issues in the past. It seems she had never expected that kind of thing out of the hot-blooded mage. "You've come a long way if you did, Arthur." she says quietly. "But...yeah. I get that. And I don't yet...know."     She's actually silent for a few moments, even after Arthur switches back on the hotblood, gathering her thoughts, her head lowered. But as sudden as flicking a switch, she looks back up with a huge grin on her face. "Fly around!" she says, hefting the rifle. "I gotta hit moving targets /all the time/ while I'm out partying." She actually doesn't really give him a chance to start moving after she speaks and fires right away. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "Nope! Comes out NATURALLY! Least, that's how I DID IT. Some DUMB NEUROLOGICAL THING about HOMONCULAR NEURAL MAPPING. It's NERD SHIT I won't BORE YOU with when it's on NORMAL HUMANS." Arthur makes as many rapid dismissing noises and motions that he can. "For YOUR WORLD I'm guessin' it's more like PATTERN ADAPTATION. Like, STOP ME IF THIS IS TOTALLY BOGUS, but you guys probably got PSYCHOLOGICAL SUB-PATTERNS in the BRAINMEATS and all that, and they ADAPT and EXTEND ONTO stuff you're USIN', like GUNS or SWORDS and INTEGRATE 'EM into your INSTINCTUAL MOTION, right? 'Cause that's the CLOSEST to how SHIT WORKS for regular ol' NON-MAGIC HUMANS."     Wait, what was /that/?!     Arthur seems determined to press on through it. "Anyway, yeah, you wanna do the SELF-SUFFICIENCY THING, you just gotta figure out what all OTHER DUDES were givin' ya. I had a couple PROBLEMS, but I got that shit WORKED OUT after a while. Everyone does, y'know? Anyone who seems like they've been COOL and GREAT all their life is just PUTTIN' THAT SHIT OFF."     And then, on-cue, he launches up off the ground suddenly with a flash of white light. "SURE THING!" And he's darting around the large two-story chamber, still looking completely relaxed and casual as he flits through it. He's not dodging, though, so the brilliant blue and white beams impact his body! His cuts and bruises begin to sear and sizzle away with strange blue smoke when the beams slam into him. It's sorta inefficient compared to standard healing, but the range and the constant fire could make it useful!     It's unlikely to trip just on the first few uses, but the artifact has no obstructions built in it to stray magic. The supernatural nature of the gold it's made out of may mean that some stray MP could make it into the gun and add an imperceptible extra oomph to the healing magic, if Kyra's magical potential is so inclined. Of course, since the weapon's regarded as a healing gun and ONLY a healing gun, psychologically, this would likely never result in a chaotic non-healing effect. It's both a psychological and magical aide, but the effects at the moment might only be a bit of comfort in the act of healing. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "...aww...but..nerd shit..." Kyra pouts, clearly sad that he's not getting into the details. "I /like/ the nerd shit. I mean c'mon, I'm going to be a certified doctor one day. But...hmm. That's an interesting thought, actually, I don't think I've seen anyone suggest a sub-pattern for for soft skills before. A sub pattern that we make instead of just reinforce through experience...I wonder how that would be tested...maybe through CAT scans and..." she mutters something to herself about longitudinal studies.     But NERD SHIT aside: "Damn straight I want the self-sufficiency thing!" she crows as she opens fire on the floating Mage of Space. She's a good shot, clearly having spent a lot of practice at hitting people. Their HP, after all, clearly depended on it! With the first strike, she squints after him the gauge the strength of the healings, assessing it to be about on the level of a Cure. It's pretty unimpressive on its own. She next fires off multiple shots at Arthur, taking note of the rate of fire, which seemed to make up for the low strength of the healing. This is encouraging-it means one step closer to the healing machinegun-type deal she conceptualized at one point but never had the chance to start prototyping. Maybe in the future...     So far, it seems the strange magic-warping issue she described to Arthur is having no effect whatsoever on the operation of the gun. The nature of Galianda technology also helps in the psychological effect intended by the gun. Technology on Galianda, though powered by MP of the user, was meant to have a limited set of functions based on the circuits programmed or crafted into the device. Applying the same assumptions to the Aurumal Autodoc works perfectly in their benefit.     "HOW ARE YOU FEELING?" Kyra asks as she lays down the mad HPS. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "HAH! I KNOW NOTHIN' of NERD SHIT, yo. Can't tell you a GODDAMN THING." Arthur calls out as he flies, flipping about casually! It doesn't matter how long you can fly, it doesn't stop being fun, and so he takes a moment to enjoy and revel in it. Weeee! The repeated blasts deal with the remainder of his wounds that white magic or vitality gel haven't already dealt with, letting him come back to full and proper healing after that target practice! Fantastic! When he lands, the blue smoke sizzling off of the gaps in his mage-robe where wounds used to be is thick in the air. "Feelin' GREAT! GOOD AS NEW. Alright, that BLINGED-OUT GAT of yours, you keep it. The GRIST for it, we'll call that PAY for the SWEET ARM."     He picks up the cards where he stored Kyra's artifacts and shakes them a bit until the item's in his hands! "Here's your STUFF BACK, I'll keep the CODES 'till we get the NEXT STAGE figured out." A big grin! "And I didn't see a BIT of FLICKERING like that first time. So I'm thinkin', this is gonna be GREAT. Shit's RELIABLE AS HELL. We'll get your MAGIC back ON TRACK quick." He settles down on the ground, planting his hands on his hips briefly before snapping and apparently restoring the state of his robes to full and proper form. "You put that GAT to the PARTY for a week or two, COME BACK, and we'll figure out where to go from THERE. Figure out a little more about what the hell ya NEED, figure out how you you can GET IT, make ANOTHER SWEET-ASS FUCKIN' GUN, repeat, 'till everything's ALL GOOD. Sound like fun?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "I think you're holding back, Arthur!" Kyra teases, "Nobody namechecks something like homoncular neural mapping without knowing SOMETHING about NERD SHIT!" She doesn't seem offended at that point either, just amused. "-oh, are you ALL GOOD?" That didn't take long at all-he was right, the rate of fire did make up for the weaker heal. Though maybe that was something that could be altered with future upgrades.     Casually, she flips the rifle so it lies across her shoulder again. "Sounds like an equivallent exchange to me, Mage of SPACE! -huh." she gathers the reagents in her hands, surprised, "I thought the items would be consumed. Not that I'm complaining about that or anything." Each item is put back into is proper place on her person with meticulous care. She clearly has some kind of system for storing stuff on her person.     "Oh, what's that? You want me to go on some sweet adventures and hit people with the heal gun? Suuuuure, I think I can manage. -and some, you know, introspection to figure out a...a..focus." Kyra grins, "HELL YEAH! I can manage!" 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "Nah, not unless I'm GRINDIN' 'EM for GRIST. Only NEWBIES punch their CARDS with the CONTENT CODES, I can just COPY IT. Already got the MATS. Though," Arthur's expression gets a little more plaintive for a moment. :| "The higher-level stuff, seriously do get some crafting mats over here. I can GRIND 'EM DOWN into GRIST. Don't even gotta be RELEVANT MATS, just, STUFF of VALUE, turn it into CRAFT MATS for me." He does a sheepish sort of plaintive open-palmed gesture. "ANYWAY."     "YEAH! Looks like we got everything COVERED! I'll have more TALKING to do when I'm not about to PASS OUT! And we got more off that RIFLE, huh? We'll get your shit STABLE right ASAP." He snaps and points in an enthusiastically energetic way that doesn't at all look like someone who's about to collapse. "Come on 'round HERE in a WEEK OR TWO? I'll get you an UPGRADE and we'll TALK A WHILE, help you WORK THROUGH stuff. Lemme tell ya, MAGIC-CLOGGING SHIT is HELLA COMPLEX, so it'll pro'lly be REALLY FRUSTRATING right at the start, and then REALLY COOL when it's all FIXED!" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     It's when Arthur starts going into stuff about crafting mats that Kyra realizes she's pretty exhausted herself. Why its as if she ascended to this place in the middle of the night to come help him OR SOMETHING. At this point, she writes off crafting mats as some part of the alchemy practice she didn't explicitly see today.     "Passing out sounds like a good idea." Kyra adds, lifting her free hand to give some kind of two-fingered salute, "Yeah! I'll see you in a week or so, Arthur. Thanks!" 

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     It is ten minutes after class following one of the many practice sessions held for students of Alexander Academy. This particular session happened to be an 'animal handling' class aimed mostly at students of the Beastmaster Job. This does not prevent others from attending, of course, because there was always something valuable about learning how the other Jobs operate, especially if you are ever partied with one in the middle of a dungeon. It would be a very bad day if one party member started attacking a beastmaster's allied monster!     Since this was a hands-on demonstration, actual beasts were involved. The results, as per most hands-on demonstrations in Alexander Academy, was messy. It might say something about the world itself when a student can be expected to be mauled during the course of instruction. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Due to all the injuries, a call has been put out to the healers of the school, especially those interested in getting some points on the healthcare board.     Normally Kyra ignores such things but tonight? Hey, why not, she's here in the arena-like classroom, surrounded by younger students in various states of distress, administering syringes filled with potion. She seems to be avoiding her magic at the moment which does not help in the pain department. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Hearing the call for healers did not go unnoticed by Sanary, and it would be a lie to say that she wasn't intrigued by the idea of getting noticed by the higher ups. If she played her cards right, maybe she could even move up to the higher magic-focused classes instead of spending so much time in math and science or... Something.     Whatever the case is, she finds her way to the PE classroom fairly easily. Although the first week was significantly rougher, she has gotten somewhat used to the layout of the Academy by now. It's not too hard to confirm that she's in the right place with the sounds of groaning students.     "Beastmaster training? Should I just get started or..." She pauses for a moment to consider her options, then clears her breath and straightens her stance in some vague attempt to look more refined. "Are there any teachers or senpais around here?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Kyra lifts her head up over the small crowd of students to spy Sanary. She waves her over then freezes, realizing her mistake mid-wave and instead calls out to her. "HEY SANARY! I don't know how you can tell but when you do your thing, focus on the guys with open, bleeding wounds first, will you? That stuff's gotta be closed up first before we start on the trickier things like poisoning!"     Somewhere amongst the crowd, a student retches. Seems like there were some poisonous monsters being used in the recently concluded session.     Some of Kyra's crowd break away from the white mage and drift over to Sanary's direction now that she's been identified as a healer too. They're in pain and they don't particularly care if Sanary is an extraversal-not that they can really tell since she looks Hume. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Hearing Kyra, Sanary raises a hand to wave in the general direction of her voice before glancing around. "Hey, Senpai Kyra! Uh... O-on it!" She bites her lip lightly while trying to figure out how to actually differentiate between such wounds. She breathes in slowly to start getting the energy flowing into her hands, at least, getting that ready ahead of time while approaching the first group of injured students by the door.     "Alright. So who's bleeding and not poisoned? Make some noise." A few groans and some nudges (followed by more groans) later, she starts work on channelling the magical energy into an eerie green light from her hands into those students. Even at such a close range, she's not making direct contact with them and there's quite a bit of green that just dissipates around them rather than going directly into the wounds or even the students themselves. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     As Sanary gets crowded, Kyra tries to continue craning her head over her own crowd to see how Sanary's doing, both from a mental and magical standpoint. She still doesn't know how her magic workds (neither do, really!) and REALLY would like to study it. Unfortunately, she can't give that much attention, having her own patients to deal with.     Speaking of...     All around Sanary students start speaking up, "Me! Me! I got bitten!" "A manticore scratched my arm!" "I'm missing a chunk out of my butt!" Yikes. They don't seem to have really caught on to her disability yet, figuring she was just one-eyed with the other eye working. Still, those with open wounds do step forward.     "Whoah, this is trippy." One of the Beastmasters says as he experiences the magic that is most unlike the white magic Galiandans are used to. Granted, white magic isn't the only form of healing around but it clearly feels different than what most people are used to-and yet, it definitely works. One boisterous beastmaster slaps Sanary on the back. "Hey, thanks! My butt is complete at last." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "Easy, easy! I only got no working eyes here!" Sanary certainly seems to be in high spirits as she keeps working, unloading small waves of healing magic into whomever comes close enough for her to actually reach easily with those waves. Her own method of healing focuses more on speeding up the body's natural healing greatly rather than outright fixing the wounds, so there's still visible scar tissue growing and buttflesh re-mending itself where it should be.      If you lost a finger, hold it in place! Don't blame me if-" The blind healer winces slightly at the slap to the back, but there is a pleased grin on her face afterwards.     "Senpai Kyra, do you know how to handle poison? I'm kinda useless for that! I... Think?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Whaaaaaat, you're blind?" A younger kid can't help but gape a little and rudely waves his hand in front of Sanary's face as if to confirm this.     At the very least, mechanically, the healing is similar and accomplishes the same basic thing. Scarring, though, well amongst this crowd scarring is actually pretty /cool/ so some kinds get excited to see it, hoping it'll stick around.     Kyra pops her head up again, then disembarks from the crowd around her to join Sanary directly. "So you haven't learned about poisana or esuna yet, I take it? Here, I'll show you-hey who was throwing up earlier, c'mere!"     A sickly-looking kid pushes his way through the crowd, a purple-ish color to his skin, not that Sanary can see that. She can hear the kid, though, and he sounds like he's seconds away from throwing up again. "Alright, here-"     Reaching over, Kyra takes Sanary's hand and places it over her own. "I'm going to cast poisana, keep your hand here so you can feel how it works." Up until this point, Kyra hadn't actually been using her white magic. What happens next might suggest why. Magic starts to flow through Kyra but something happens and its very nature shifts within her, magic particles going astray. Rather than a simple poisana spell...     ...Kyra's entire forearm suddenly bulges and hardens, forming into a very orange crab claw that tears the sleeve of her hoodie open. Silence falls following the loud ripping noise of the fabric and Kyra stares in horror. "...and that, folks, is how not to cast poisana! Thank you for attending this educational demonstration from an upperclassman! Ahahaha!" Kyra swings her altered hand behind her back and starts to back away. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "No, I just like walking really slowly and touching everything." Even without being able to see the kid, Sanary shoots him a flat stare before refocusing her efforts on the healing. She picks her head up at Kyra's approach, however, her expression lightening up slightly into something more respectful than earlier.     "Heard those names thrown around, but I haven't gotten the chance to actually try any of those yet." She raises an eyebrow at the mention of someone throwing up, glancing over once she can hear his approach. She keeps still as the white mage guides her hand, closing her eye to focus on the feel of the magic rather than...      ... Well, closing her eye make her feel like she's noticing it better, at least. A confused look does come over her face as Kyra's hand transforms and the ripping sound rings in her ear, but she's not freaking out or anything.      "So I don't swirl it around and do that thing you just did? Uh... What /did/ you do, then?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     One of the kid's companion's smacks him upside the head and scolds him, "Never be rude to the healer, you idiot! That's bad party manners!"     "...sorry." The kid mumbles, rubbing his head.     "Poisana is the basic 'cure poison' white magic spell." Kyra explains to her kohai before the magical mishap. "Esuna is a bit more advanced-it can fix poison and a variety of other things. You probably won't get taught that for a while though. A lot of creatures are poisonous, though, so poisana gets a lot of use."     But afterwards-Kyra yanks Sanary closer to herself and away from the rest of the gaping students. "Shh! Not so loud. That's...that was a magical accident. It happens sometimes." Hastily, she pushes a handful of Remedy, each in their own little vial, into Sanary's hands, "Here, take these and give them to the poisoned students, that will help them out until you get taught poisana. I...uh...need to deal with this." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Sanary can't stay irritated for too long at those kids, and she does give them a slight grin and even a snicker before turning her attention back to Kyra's explanation prior to the mishap. After the mishap, she just keeps wearing the confused look on her face as she's pulled over.     "Erk... S-sorry. Didn't think that was even a thing..." Taking the vials, the blind girl holds them carefully and nods at the directions given to her. "Got it. I'm guessing they just drink this, but... Uh. Are you gonna be okay?"      She hesitates for a short while before moving away from KYra, her attention turning back to what she can only presume is where the rest of the students are. "Alright, who's poisoned and feels like dying the most? I got some stuff to eat for that, I think! Just don't eat the tube."     Amazing bedside manner. Then again, it could just be that she has no idea who would actually need it from where she's squatting. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "It is." Kyra tells Sanary very gravely, not willing to let this whole damn class of kids know that it is actually a personal chaotic effect she's dealing with. People TALK about that kind of stuff on Galianda and none of it is good.     Kyra, as per the suggestions she's been receiving, is sure to halt the flow of magic to her hand to see what happens. The claw doesn't revert right away but it does start to feel funny. Like any effect on Galianda, it takes MP to maintain it, Morph magic included.     As Kyra backs away, the rest of the kids edge towards Sanary, the sickest one clearing himself some room by vomiting on the floor. Judging by the noise...he probably needs it the most. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Thankfully, Sanary's brain seems to be working a little harder today as she raises her voice, stepping towards the vomiting kid while opening up the vial carefully. "Remember! Blind over here, so I can't give you the stuff to fix your... Whatever if you don't come closer!"     Putting one hand on the kid's forehead, she tilts his head back lightly as she brings the vial to his mouth. She doesn't pour the remedy in right away, however, clearing her throat as she starts channeling the magical energy back into the hand at his forehead. She doesn't release it into his face, however, instead trying to warp the nature of the magic itself.     Unfortunately, nothing actually comes of it. The blind girl groans as she's forced to just release the gathered magic as a wave of... Nothing. She pours the rememdy in afterwards, giving the vomiter a light (and slightly sweaty) pat on the cheek before turning to the other gathered students. "Come on now! We don't have all day here." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Kyra's kind of relieved that Sanary seems to be on the ball with keeping the remaining attention of the Beastmasters-at least those still in need of healing. The crowd has significantly dwindled now between the pair's potions and magic, leaving behind those still afflicted with Manticore poison. Fortunately it seems Kyra's left Sanary with enough Remedy to go around, especially since her first attempt to cast Poisana is not successful.     Trying to pattern it after what she felt through Kyra's hand is a guarenteed failure. None of that was white magic-it was something a bit more advanced and from another Job entirely.     The rest crowd around, mindful of the puke pile, occasionally prodding for Sanary's attention. Not a single one of these guys makes a remark about the blindness and Sanary will get the feeling that, although she's a complete noob of a healer, there is definitely some measure of respect offered to them in Galianda.     A little ways away, Kyra clutches the crabclaw with her other hand, slowly working the pincers back and forth. She leans against the wall, head tipped upward, eyes closed as she concentrates on herself, visualizing the look of her normal arm on her forearm. Gradually, the abnormal appendage begins to shrink, a combination of willpower and the lack of MP present to support the Morph. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Handling the remaining poisoned students doesn't seem to be giving Sanary too much trouble, working almost like a moderately-oiled machine. Pop a vial open, tilt someone's head back, put just a bit of magic into their heads to try and ease the pain somewhat, pour the stuff in. Even if the magic doesn't actually fix anything aside from minor head scrapes and canker sores, it still gives her something to use her skills on outside of just feeding the students medicine.     "Anyone else that's still poisoned or feeling shitty, stand over here. If you're still bleeding or injured, stand over there and stand close together." She gestures to her left and her right respectively, making sure not to turn too much from her current position.     "And if you're neither, then... Uh. Get some dinner or something. I dunno. But keep it moving!" There's actually some authority in her voice as she shouts the last part, a slight worried look in her faded eye as she glances around to try and figure out if Kyra is still in the room at all. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Gradually, the sounds of students around her start to diminish, the classroom/arena emptying of people. Of course, Sanary does receive some thanks and other shows of gratitude from the younger kids before they depart. It isn't long before Sanary finds herself standing alone. She'll hear a bit of wind blow through the area-then feel it moments later. The high ceiling of the room apparently has a large hole in the top.     There's no sign of Kyra in the room. Outside of the room, however, is a different story-she stands on the right side of the entranceway, able to adequately hide the morphed hand from the sudents leaving by slipping it behind her body. However, by the time Sanary has finished with the crowd, the effect has ended, leaving Kyra with an exposed Hume forearm.     The sleeve to her hoodie is still wrecked though. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Without the students and noise to distract her, Sanary shivers slightly once she finally notices the openness of the room and the ceiling. She even looks up at the ceiling momentarily, a low hum escaping her. "That's gonna be fun to fix..." She mutter to herself, then flinches slightly before turning towards the doorwar.     "Looks like we're done here, Kyra Senpai. You okay with the... Whatever that was?" She pauses for a moment before stepping towards the entrance, narrowly avoiding the wall next to it by pressing her hands against it in time to reorient herself towards the entrance itself. "I tried to do that thing you did, but it didn't work. Mm... You're still here, right?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     There's silence for a few long moments before: "Yeah." Sanary can hear her now just outside the room. "I'm alright now, the effect's gone away thanks to...uh. Willpower it looks like. One of my friends had a-er, that is to say my arm is fine now but my hoodie need mending.     "They'll show you poisana in class soon enough. Seeing it there might be more helpful for you, actually. You'll get to see a professional using it! Hahah. Anyway, it looks like we're done here so we can leave and...do whatever. Me, I was going to head out and see if anyone outside my world needed help! I always could use practice." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Letting out a relieved sigh at hearing Kyra, Sanary approaches Kyra and reaches for her face. She rests a palm on her forehead gently to channel just a bit of healing magic, focusing more on the relief aspect of it rather than the actual healing part.     "Good to hear. Sewing's not a thing I can really do, but I could give it a shot if you're... Actually, never mind." She waves a hand in front of her face, then nods. "I do need to learn how to do the other types of healing... Everything one day. Maybe we can head out and find some target practice together one of these days."     There's a smirk, then a quick addition. "... Healing targets! Unless you wanna throw axes or something. That works, too." 

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1517/Hot Blood, Spilled Blood, Etc

2015-03-10T22:46:04Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur Lowell's house is, frankly, kind of absurd.     A traditional suburban home, copypasted into expansion hundreds of times, Sims-style, forms its basic foundation and shape, making up the core of its aesthetic. However, someone's added a distinctly skull-themed aesthetic that goes so far as to have a floor or two of the structure be entirely shaped like a skull. The titanic structure which shouldn't ever be able to hold itself up as high as it does sits atop a spire that similarly shouldn't be able to hold itself up at all. The tallest spire on the Land of Spires and Frogs has what seems like a normal suburban lawn on it, though there's several strange explosive magma traps on the lawn and the lawn itself hasn't been cut for a year and a half.     The eightieth floor is still smoking from some kind of massive explosion, while the second floor appears to have been subjected to some kind of incredibly violent breach from something the size of a fridge. The Warpgate through which Kyra might arrive is actually an extremely unusual green spirographic-design gate in an empty room up there. According to Arthur he should be downstairs.     There are a lot of stairs here. For some reason, Arthur, maybe suffering from a bit of blood loss, repeatedly and very firmly warned Kyra to BE CAREFUL about the stairs. Once she gets to Arthur, however, around the fourth floor inside a giant skull-shaped room surrounded by stacks of odd punchcards and strange machinery and weird piles of a wide assortment of supplies, plastering the shoulder stump of a missing left arm with some kind of weird blue gel. He's also got a lot of other bruising and burning and it's generally a mess, but in the interest of taste and time we won't describe that. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     A second time visitor to Afterus, Kyra's skill at navigating the place has improved. Yet it still took what felt like way too long to finally reach the planetoid that Arthur had earned during the course of his struggle against Sburb. Identifying Arthur's place was also fairly easy but navigating there also proved to be a challenge. It's a combination of float spells and healing (following setting off one of those explosive magma traps by accident) that sees Kyra into the savaged structure.     "ARTHUR!" she calls out by way of warning to ensure him that it was her that was coming and not some second wave of nightmare robots out to destroy him. Though it did seem that the assassin drones were elaborate enough to strike at his weaknesses, she doubted that her arrival would be anticipated or acted upon at this point. She's still floating when she makes it inside, which does make navigating stairs a bit easier on the white mage thanks to the reduced gravity and thus reduced effort needed to scale them. Kyra is still out of breath when she finally arrives on the fourth floor where Arthur is tending to his own wounds.     Her eyes immediately go to the arm-stump. "Holy shit." she gasps and promptly starts searching around the detrius of the room for the limb. "Did that get severed or gibbed? I might be able to reattach it if it was severed." 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "HEYA!" Arthur called back, when Kyra shouted down. And then, when she gets in, he calls out, "HAHAHA, I had to BLOW IT UP! I made an ARM BOMB. Actually that was ACCIDENTAL PLAN B but it was CLOSE ENOUGH. Don't worry, REGEN'S a thing we're GOOD FOR here." He's sort of crawled his way here if the blood trail's any indication, and seems to be struggling with a chair to get onto it now. After a while he will manage it though.     "TRUST ME, you just pump a TON of HEALMAGICS up in this fuckin' STUMP and I'll be GOOD AS NEW." His intense vocal energy is faltering due to the exhaustion, blood-loss, and pain, and it all sounds more than a little hollow. "Heheheheh. Hey KYRA. Come gimmie a HAND here." He laughs briefly at his own joke, before a fresh pain-wince tears through his body and interrupts it. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "An /arm bomb/?" Kyra's voice contains a strange mixture of intrigue and both disgust. Dismemberment is clearly not her thing despite being in a position where she'd be treating it on a regular basis. "How the hell do you make your flesh explode? Does all of you explode? Is that a space mage thing?" She draws closer, flexing out the fingers of her right hand. The magical "humidity" around her intensifies and white light can be seen flickering around her hand.     That magic seems to behave. Kyra hesitates as she looks at the stump and Arthur insists that it can regrow but then she catches that flash of pain on his face and quickly reaches forward, grasping the stump just above the severed, goo-colored edge. Kyra murmurs something Arthur can't quite make out the words to but the final phrase is loud enough for him: "Curaga!"     Sweet, sweet white magic immediately floods Arthur. Although soothing, it doesn't completely erase the sensation of pain. Kyra keeps the magic flow going, maintaining it easily, eagerly watching the severed stump. Her free hand reaches into the front pocket of her hoodie to pull out her phone, which is basically the Galianda version of a fancy, fancy smart phone. "Can I film this regrowing? I've never seen a Hume regrow anything like this before." 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "The BURNING SPIRIT that tears through EVERY LITER of my BOILING BLOOD means I can DETONATE LIMBS AT WILL! Can you think of ANY ARM that can withstand the HEAT OF MY GODDAMN SOUL?!" The energy's back in full force with Arthur for just a moment, before he seems to lose it completely. "Also a couple complex subatomic processes nobody gives a shit about, 'specially not you. Don't worry, I don't always explode. That was mostly intentional. Like, half an accident at worst."     Grabbing the stump very visibly puts Arthur in a LOT of pain, but it is a necessity! And he's biting it back with gritted teeth. "ALRIGHT, THAT'S the shit. Lemme just... Hrrrrrrnnnnngh!" His body seems to be consumed by an odd multicolored light, filled with stars. The flesh at the stump appears to drip like a soft melting statue, but slowly it begins to extend outward into a full hand. Arthur speaks up during this, of course. He's falteringly trying to restore his own energy to reply again. "MAN, can't promise you the FOOTAGE will be ANY GOOD but SURE, GO AHEAD!" It looks like the healing magic is being parsed into another kind of magical system as well.     When everything calms down, the lights fade, and Arthur will have a new, sleeveless left arm. "RAD." He declares, wincing a bit from residual pain. He'll probably get to asking why Kyra wanted to visit in the first place, but for now, he remains sitting, kind of panting heavily from exhaustion. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     When Arthur's sprited shouting returns, Kyra visibly relaxes just a little. Hearing him earlier on the radio left her really worried because she could tell he wasn't being his usual hotblooded self. Whatever had just happened here messed him up good-and not just in the blood and burns department. But that spirit appears to only be temporary and the worry returns.     She'll express that in a moment once the healbombing has concluded. Not even his squirming in pain dissuades her from where she's putting that hand: "...yeah, this might hurt a little, suck it up, the closer I get to the damage the more effective the healing will be." Placement does matter! The magic will focus on the arm-stump first and the rest of Arthur's injuries later.     Kyra also proves to be an adept at manipulating her phone with a thumb in her one-handed grip. In short order, she has the video capture app going. "Good. You-uh." Kyra frowns just slightly, apparently aware of the diverted flow of her healing magic. It's working and she sure can't complain since curaga doesn't normally regrow limbs from scratch. Space magic, perhaps? Taking the magical particles she's channeling to use for his magic? "Well that's fascinating-Shush for a sec."     Once it ends, Kyra shuts down the video capture and starts poking the arm with her fingers as if to confirm that it's real. "Whoah." she intones, leaning forward. A few more awkward moments are spent gawking before she straightens. "Hey...uh...are you gonna be okay, Arthur? I've got some painkillers I can pass you if you want. Or...uh...if you wanna talk." She's at least polite enough to ask first before nailing a patient with a tranquilizer. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "PROBABLY" Arthur says. "But, NAH, no painkillers. Hurts like a BITCH but that's sorta THE POINT of all this shit. Shit's WORSE if I'm NOT HURTING usuaully." He rolls his shoulder around, letting Kyra prod at it. "THANKS, though. 'Specially for the HEALS. THIS BODY is pretty GREAT at MAGIC REGROWTH but only if I got the HEALIN' OOMPH behind it, y'know? I'll be FINE NOW though. I mean, PROBABLY." He works his fingers individually, then pounds a fist into the opposite palm. "AW YEAH! Already doin' fine." He says, through a pain-wince.     "But, TALKING! Talking's good. I think we were gonna do that before I had you come here for DISMEMBERMENTS." There's a snap on that left hand and he points to Kyra. "YEAH! You had somethin' you wanted to MEET about. Hell if I can REMEMBER though, what'd ya wanna talk about?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     She pokes at the arm a bit more, eventually moving down to his hand to examine that too, proding the palm in certain spots to look for various reflexive movements she's been trained to notice. It's all but confirmed as a fully functional arm when Arthur starts wiggling his fingers and finishes off with a fist pounded against a palm. "Yeah, I could tell. Your body's literally wired to regrow. A perk of being a god, I guess? Are you unkillable? Or really hard to kill? Not that being unkillable is really a god thing..." At least not where she's from.     She finally stops prodding Arthur and straightens. "Oh..yeah. I didn't say what I wanted to talk about 'cause I was hoping it'd stay sort of private. You're the Mage of Space and it's a thing you became, based on that story you told. You didn't have magic before, how did you learn it? I ask because I'm in a bad place with my magic right now and I have to relearn it so I don't accidentally murder everyone around me."     After a moment, she looks embarassed, "Though when I said talk I meant talk about your problems, not mine." 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur laughs a bit. It's a good-natured laugh. "HAHAHAHA! Ahhh... I can BOUNCE BACK a bit. I'd, uh... Nah, not UNKILLABLE, strictly speakin'. Ain't anything anyone oughta DEPEND on, really." He makes a dismissive gesture. "But, YEAH, lil' GOD PERK there." Not a lot of detail there. He seems vaguely uncomfortable with acknowledging his godhood in general, for some reason. And then another quick few dismissive gestures. "NAH, NAH. Nothin' to talk about. HURTS like a BITCH but, hey, aside from that, everything's fine. Everything we gotta talk about as far as I go, y'know?"     He then stands! So dramatically that it tosses his chair back a bit. "SO. Havin' TROUBLE with the MAGIC! Yeah, I used to think I didn't have it. Bein' FAIR here, I didn't, for a LONG TIME. And NOBODY ELSE on my planet ever did, so. EASY ASSUMPTION." He makes a dramatic gesture with one hand! "BUT, YOU wanna know how I got OUTTA that. I'll SHOW YOU!" Suddenly, in his hand, is a very old-looking, battered metal broom with a gentle green light emitted at the bristle end, and a strange trigger system at the handle.     "I'll show ya. Take this, point it at some walls, pull the trigger." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     A thoughtful look crosses Kyra's face as she weighs whether or not to say something kind of creepy about the whole godhood thing. Maybe if she phrased it right: "It'd be interesting to study that sometime." she remarks by way of compromise. "You sure about you being fine? You kind of...didn't really sound like yourself back there, you know?"     She sounds worried and looks worried though his dramatic display of getting up out of his chair seems to lessen, but not banish, that worry entirely.     "So you had /zero/ magic to start with? Not a single magic particle?" Kyra relaxes, letting both of her hands hang out in the front pocket of her hoodie as he continues his DRAMATIC GESTURING and broom summoning.     "...this is a broom." Kyra states plainly as she accepts the object, inspecting it and eyeing the trigger, "...a gunbroom?" Undeterred, she swings the broom to point the bristles at the wall and pulls the trigger. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "HAHA! Yeah, I'm fine. S'all good! That's just some EMBARRASSING NONSENSE, don't pay attention t'THAT." Arthur says, making rapidly dismissing motions. The whole fake-energy thing is a bit of a weird point for him, it seems. "ANYWAY! Sort of zero. I wouldn't say ZERO-ZERO. It was like... LATENT. And I couldn't BRING IT OUT any way. There wasn't anything I could DO with it, y'know? Least, not on my OWN."     Arthur grins, and laughs. "YEP, it's a BROOM! Lemme tell ya! As far as WEAPONS go, BROOM is one of the UNEXPECTED ones. This is my BROOMSTICK. The old one I used t'use for casting, 'till I didn't NEED IT and got a NEW ONE." When Kyra pulls the trigger, a brilliant green light flashes out of the broom and impacts the wall, forming a Gate like she emerged from! It's a glowing green magical construct, formed out of lines suspended in space. "See, you're not a SPACE MAGE, but this works anyway. Hell, this'd work in ANYONE'S hands." He stomps one foot and dispells the portal with his own magic. "But that's not the POINT, 'cause it NEVER stops there. The POINT is CHANNELING. The point is gettin' you USED to RELIABLE MAGIC. Me, I started off with THIS." He pounds one fist to his chest. "But it was ALSO usin' a bit of the magic INSIDE me too! Then I replaced it with a BIGGER, BETTER one. And I kept doin' it. It PULLED the MAGIC OUT and made me REALLY UNDERSTAND how SHAPIN' it works. Eventually I didn't NEED the brooms! HAH!" He sweeps one hand at the same wall and summons a row of Gates. "BAM! It's like THAT."     "Way I learned was learning from ARTIFACTS, gettin' taught my MAGIC by TOOLS. Had a TOOL in my hands, put my FAITH in it, and LEARNED from it. Had a couple TUTORS helpin' me out too, makin' the lessons easier to UNDERSTAND." He starts counting on fingers. "Horrible eldritch spacewizard, evil demon queen with the hair, uhhhh... There was also that magic bard who was mackin' on me... The weird ice fairy... You GET THE PICTURE." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Not being a social moron, Kyra can recognize when someone wants a topic dropped. Such as this fake hotblood on the radio thing. She doesn't ask anything else about that, happily moving to pay attention to Arthur and his former status as sort of magical.     But at this point, she can't help but laugh a little at the enthusiasm over the magical broom. "Nobody expects a broom!" Kyra agrees before immediately rushing forward to inspect the portal. She's about to stick her hand in it out of misguided, reckless, scientific curiosity before he closes it. Turning from the now blank wall, she faces him, nodding along: "So you used tech like this-" she holds up the broom in both hands, "-to draw out all that potential and 'teach' you how to use that magic." She turns, staring at his summoned row of gates.     She doesn't try to enter any of these.     "Huuuh...seems solid if you're the result. At this point, then, I'd be asking you to tutor me." She offers the broom back to Arthur. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     Arthur Lowell grins and laughs. "HAH! Wouldn't call it TECH." He leaps up into the air briefly, landing with one foot propped up on the circular central platform of a strange metal apparatus with a robotic arm attached to it. "Lady, this is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT GENUINE ALCHEMICAL MAGIC!" When it's offered back, the broom disappears from Kyra's hands the same strange summoning way, though Arthur doesn't seem to move a bit! It's like when something disappears into a player's inventory in a videogame.     "Shit yeah, it's solid. I'm a PRETTY SHIT TEACHER, but!" Then there's a laugh. "Well I kinda OWE YOU now, right?" He emphasizes this with a quick flex of his new arm. "You want a HAND, I'll GIVE IT to ya! Work a lil' ALCHEMY, whip you up somethin' for HEALING, start from SQUARE ONE, get you RELEARNING what you gotta KNOW to keep your SHIT IN CHECK, maybe PUZZLE OUT SOME ANSWERS." A few boisterous laughs. "I'm a pretty SHIT TEACHER myself, but HELL, you want the HELP, not gonna say NO. WORST I can do is SAY SOMETHING STUPID, right? And you'll figure THAT out QUICK."     Then he zips right back over to near her, crossing his arms dramatically with an enthusiastically expectant look. "So, you really wanna GIVE THAT A SHOT?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Looks like tech to me-" Kyra starts to protest, watching as he hops his way onto one of the weird machines he has in the room. To further call it GENUINE ALCHEMICAL MAGIC has her stopping, deciding that comparing it to her world's definition of the word was pretty useless. This was completely uncharted territory for her. There is also some mild surprise when the broom disappears without him visibly taking it from her. She was half expecting for him to open a little portal in front of her and reach a hand through-some fancy space magic stuff like that.     "Weeeeeeeellllll...." a more altruistic person might insist that, nah, healing was just a part of their job no repayment needed, etc. "Yeah, you kind of do. If I hadn't come along you wouldn't have had a pair of guns to flex. Just one." She smirks in spite of knowing well that his mage muscles didn't really count as 'guns' but it sure was funny to call it that.     Even with Arthur's admission that he's a pretty awful teacher, Kyra is undeterred: "Hell yes. C'mon Arthur-" she holds out her hand to him, "Let's do this." 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     It's true, Arthur Lowell is lean like dried meat. There is no gunshow to be found here. "WELL SHIT," Arthur says, grabbing the hand firmly and with much gusto and shaking. "Let's get you STARTED then!" With a great, intense flourish, Arthur pulls away from the handshake with one final heavy shaking motion, and turns around, and strides back to his machine. "ALRIGHT. Let's get this shit FIGURED OUT." He's first heading to a titanic stack of punchcards! "Got a couple QUESTIONS here, to get you SET UP. FIRST OFF: What's your KIND ABSTRATA? Errr-- That is, what sorta STUFF do you usually do FIGHTIN' with, in your HANDS. Or CASTING I guess. STAVES? WANDS? We gotta get you a THING to do the MAGIC WITH."     As he's rummaging through this pile of punchcards, he also rambles off other questions. "Also, explain the MAGIC ya got to me. A TOOL can only teach ya what you ALREADY KNOW, kinda; you're not gonna learn how t'do SHIT that you JUST CAN'T. Whad'ya got SO FAR, and how's THAT WORK? And what's that part you were talkin' about, the MURDERING EVERYONE AROUND YOU?" He's already picking out cards and setting them aside. "And I gotta know, this MAGIC THING, been goin' from DAY ONE? Or is it a RECENT-ISH thing? Got anything mighta CAUSED it, or been RELATED to it?" It's getting a little academic on his part, but he seems to still be ENERGETIC AND HOTBLOODED about it. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Kyra's also going to call the recovery a success at this point, even if it is distraction that is making Arthur feel better for the moment.     After experiencing the most intensely hot-blooded handshake she's ever had she pulls the savaged arm away and follows after Arthur, back to that machine he was perching on seconds before. "My what now...?" She starts at the strange technical jargon presented which, when translated, must mean something along the lines of weapons. "Oh, guns. I use a bunch of different guns." She grasps the zipper to her hoodie and unzips the front, revealing what is hiding underneath: At least three different guns amongst a huge collection of alchemical materials and bullets. All three are small arms in this case: a needlegun meant for firing the darts she has on her, an ornate-looking pistol, and a pretty ordinary handgun. "They're all separate from the white magic. I never really got into staves, rods, or hammers. I just kind of direct it with my hands when I need to."     She edges closer to look over Arthur's shoulder at the punchcards, curious. "What, like the white magic itself? It's all mostly healing and buffs. I get a handful of offensive air or light spells too. It works through me because I've got the Job for it, which is pretty much like, genetics, right? A pattern that develops inside a person that gets expressed. I've got red hair, you've got black hair, and I've got a white mage Job. To make it go, I put my magic particles-MP-through the pattern and out comes the white magic I want when I focus on it. At least that's how it's supposed to work, basically."     Kyra, on the other hand, is trying not to get TOO academic about it-because she can, being a huge science nerd. "What's been happening instead of white magic coming out is random, chaotic effects. Like, even spells from Jobs I don't even have. This thing has been going on for about a year but recently it seems more frequent and more dangerous. Like 'wipe the party' dangerous. One of my Union friends-Ainsley-thinks it might be because I dumped my parent's dumb religion a year ago." 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, HANDGUNS huh? The SIDEARM kind? I can DIG IT." Arthur says, nodding. "Alright. Let's see... Got the old REVOLVER card... Oooh, we could get the RIFLE setup TOO, if you want that INSTEAD. Here's the MAGIC CRYSTAL BALL card... Hey, you got any HEAL POTIONS on you? I can't use VITALITY GEL in this thing. I can just make the ol' GHAST TEAR REGEN thing though, if y'don't... Oooh! Here's the old IMMORTALITY ELIXER card..." A small pile of punchcards is being set aside. "OH, and if you got ANYTHING ELSE you wanna throw in the mix, LEMME KNOW." A quick thumbs-up!     Then he's standing back up properly, listening to the white magic explanation. "RAD." He says. "Sounds SIMPLE ENOUGH to get. Kinda like LIFE around here, 'cept less ARBITRARY CONSERVATION OF ENERGY." And then the explanation of how it started. Arthur's broad, constant grin seems to crack a bit, faltering. There's an almost somber look creeping into his eyes for a moment, almost seeming to look knowing. Privately, Arthur thinks he already knows where this is going, and it's a bit troubling. But it lasts only a second; the grin's back in full force and Arthur's already launching into a response. "WOW! Sounds like some SHIT LUCK you got there. Alright, this TRAINING PROCESS, obviously it's more for kids who CAN'T use magic instead of kids using the WRONG magic, but I think it'll FIT YOU ANYWAY. This AINSLEY guy might be on the RIGHT TRACK, but!" He points a finger dramatically at Kyra! "If you dumped it, you probably had a SOLID REASON, so I'm not gonna tell you to GO BACK. Instead, I'm gonna tell ya, we're gonna see what the TOOLS find out is the BEST WAY for you to GO."     "I mean, you know about this BULLSHIT GOD NONSENSE with ME, right?" Two thumbs get jabbed to his chest there. "I'm like the MOST QUALIFIED DUDE to say, TOTALLY FINE with the FAITH DUMP. And if WHOEVER you were gettin' your PRAY on to before has HALF A BRAIN I'm sure THEY are too." What a non-judgemental creator deity. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "I use long guns too sometimes." Kyra speaks up when Arthur also mentions having a rifle card. "Can't say I'm a certified sniper but having the extra range is handy, especially since the healer aggro is /real/ out here. -oh yeah, and specifically, white magic healing works by resetting your pattern back to normal. Which is why it only works for injuries and not like a hereditary disease you were born with. Or male pattern baldness." Patting herself down, Kyra selects a flask from one of her belts that contains a slightly luminous green liquid. "Hipotion." she explains, holding the flask up. "What's a ghast tear regen?"     Since this seems to be all about MIXING STUFF TOGETHER, Kyra digs through her belts and pouches some more, green eyes flickering to that immortality elixer for a moment. A few more things are removed-a dart with a dull orange liquid in it and a big shiny hunk of gold. "Gold mixed with dragon blood." she explains, "One of the Union allies had molten gold thrown at him during a fight." A bullet is also added, though it's a strange one by normal firearm standards. It's a solid slug with nowhere for powder or charges.     "Girl." Kyra corrects out of respect for the lizardwoman. "So yeah, I agree and I'm up for starting from square one...even if it takes years. I'm all ready to to nope right out of accidentally killing my friends." A wide grin spreads across her face when Arthur conceeds that going back to the aforementioned religion was not recommended. In that moment, she starts liking the hot-blooded mage just a little bit more.     "I remember Afterus Exposition Hour." She nods...then snickers, "Well since this choice has the official Creator God Seal of Approval then that makes it double okay. 'cause it was a creator god religion I dumped. Well...goddess. So it's like double extra revenge on my parents, heh heh." There's a little malicious look on her face for a few seconds as she rubs her hands together. "Okay, so...abstrata time, right?" 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "You say Ainsley, I think of that big guy on TV with the cooking show. Though I guess he's not had that for like three years now." Arthur shrugs and laughs a bit. Oddly enough, each offered artifact disappears into Arthur's inventory. Kyra will get to see him fuss with new, un-punched punchcards!     http://i.imgur.com/jwcnJnX.jpg     How strange. He sets about punching other cards with codes he's reading off the back. "Alright, let's try the MAGIC CRYSTAL BALL and the RIFLE mostly, a side of GOLD. I'll try WITH BULLETS or WITHOUT BULLETS, and then one WITH DARTS or WITHOUT DARTS. Oh, right, the GHAST TEAR stuff, that's something I learned from an old POTION-MAKING PAL. Or, ENEMY. She killed one of my BEST FRIENDS 'cause of a LOVE TRIANGLE, but she made a MEAN POTION. REGENERATION! Sort of. GRADUAL HEALTH STUFF. Not INSTANT HEALTH though." There's a bit of a wince at the 'revenge on my parents' comment. Arthur's been around the block enough times to know both the issues with that stance and the tactlessness of trying to break Kyra out of it right now. Instead, work! Help! Friendship! Much more productive.     "Let's see, let's see..." And now he's plugging cards into slots, carving weird crystaline structures at some kind of lathe, inserting them into the larger platformed apparatus... But, what happens at the very end is DEFINITELY magical. The big robot arm comes down and scans the crystal with its laser reader and then there's a sudden gush of magic as something appears on the platform! Arthur crafted ASSAULT RIFLE || (MAGIC CRYSTAL BALL && HI-POTION) || DRAGONBLOOD GOLD to make the AURUMAL AUTODOC ITEM COST: 4000 BUILD GRIST, 250 STEEL, 200 INK ITEM DESCRIPTION: The pimpest assault rifle to ever heal a man of grievous wounds, the AURUMAL AUTODOC is an ornate firearm that emits a blast of strange blue and white magic to apply healing at range. While a lack of required ammunition means it can be fired non-stop, it also cuts the healing-per-second down drastically and means that the healing itself can't be adjusted on a per-purpose level.     This information is visibly demonstrated at some kind of holographic station that Arthur plugs the mess of cards into, after he plugged it in to make the thing in the first place. "Looks like an EASY BASELINE. We could get some SWEET MODS though, with more ALCHEMY." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Never heard of the guy." Kyra remarks, the reference going completely over her head, watching the offered items disappear like the broom did earlier. It doesn't occur to her that some kind of inventory trickery is happening until he starts messing around with cards with the images of the stuff she just put down.     The malice is all but gone now in the face of imminent stuff-mixing and a second tiny exposition bomb (exposition grenade?), "The same love triangle that was part of your game?" She did remember the phrase 'murderous love triangle' coming up during storytime.     Any further exposition Arthur might provide on that is lost. Kyra is completely absorbed with staring at the alchemy-in-progress, which definitely registers as magic to her. She's absolutely -fascinated- by the whole process, up to the item eventually produced.     "...that's the blingest rifle I've ever seen." Kyra intones before looking up to see the item description which more or less repeats the observation but with much more other useful information attached. "...no ammunition." Kyra looks starry eyed, "/No ammunition/." she repeats, reaching out to lift the rifle from the platform. "This is fucking amazing. So what your saying is we could continue upgrading this thing too with your alchemy machine?" Kyra jerks a thumb at it, letting the Aurumal Autodoc rest on her shoulder. "Also can I shoot you with this? Gotta try it out." 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, that one." Arthur gives a quick nod to Kyra about her love-triangle question. Not a lot to say about it, honestly! Really easy summary. And then, of course, "HELL YEAH." He says, definitively, to this assessment of the rifle. Also, apparently, to being shot by it. He's still got some wounds on the rest of his body after all! "It's what I DID, yeah. We just keep pumping MODS into it until it's a MAGIC CHANNEL. See, right NOW, anyone could pull that trigger. But we run a couple more ALCHEMY SESSIONS, and it'll be a NO-JOKES FUCKIN' FULL-ON MAGIC CHANNELING ARTIFACT. The way this works is, you gotta BUILD UP the way I did. Take THAT THING out for a spin or two sometimes. When it FEELS GOOD, when it FEELS NORMAL, you amp up to something that draws off of YOU more. And MORE, and MORE, and MORE. 'Till you know all the SOLID WAYS of gettin' your MAGIC OUTTA YOU like the BACK OF YOUR HAND."     He starts floating a bit, weightlessly, like an astronaut. "You know, the REASON this is all PROBABLY happening is 'cause the RELIGION was givin' you something you DEPENDED ON. Not to say the SHIT it was givin' you was JUSTIFIED. But, SOMETHING about it was NARROWING DOWN the MAGICAL CHANNELS there, in a way you NEEDED." He actually seems to get a bit serious, and for a moment seems to take an understanding tone. "Hey, listen. When you're out there using this, and when you get to the other stuff, I want you to see if you can think about what it was giving you. The tools can give you a bit of it, but the point of all this is gonna be to let you figure out what you need for yourself, and start finding it on your own terms. When I couldn't use my magic, it was 'cause I had some pretty shitty self-esteem stuff going on. The tools and shit like that were there so I could believe in something else giving me the magic, instead of the magic coming outta me. You already know the magic's coming outta you. So..." He makes a dismissing gesture. "Look, y'know, just think about it when you're running the next dungeon, huh?" He's trying to broach this topic as gently as possible, and let Kyra arrive at a healthy conclusion with her own agency. Something to settle into her mind over a few weeks.     "ANYWAY! Yeah, enough BULLSHIT GURU NONSENSE, hit me with a COOL MAGIC LASERGUN for COOL MAGIC LASERFUN, let's take this fucker for a SPIN." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Though it was tempting to prod Arthur more about the love triangle thing, Kyra's acute social senses tell her that it's something he doesn't seem too up about talking about it! Which was fair enough.     She takes the gun in both hands, readily demonstrating familiarity with handling firearms that might be distressing to see coming from a teenaged girl. "Is it going to need a part of me into that alchemy to do that?" she asks, merely curious and not at all disgusted by the thought. It wasn't as if she didn't borrow samples from herself when messing around with genetics stuff. "I mean, like, in the future and stuff since it'll be channeling out my MP."     As he floats up into the air and starts to talk...her mouth falls into a grim line and she nods, "That sounds like a plausable thing. Like I grew up doing this magic with Cosma as a crutch and now it turns out I can't really walk without it." Vague annoyance settles onto her face-Arthur might have gotten another anti-parent comment at this point except he heads it off, unknowingly, with his sudden serious mode.     She stares at him, looking slightly taken aback when he admits that he had some kind of self-esteem issues in the past. It seems she had never expected that kind of thing out of the hot-blooded mage. "You've come a long way if you did, Arthur." she says quietly. "But...yeah. I get that. And I don't yet...know."     She's actually silent for a few moments, even after Arthur switches back on the hotblood, gathering her thoughts, her head lowered. But as sudden as flicking a switch, she looks back up with a huge grin on her face. "Fly around!" she says, hefting the rifle. "I gotta hit moving targets /all the time/ while I'm out partying." She actually doesn't really give him a chance to start moving after she speaks and fires right away. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "Nope! Comes out NATURALLY! Least, that's how I DID IT. Some DUMB NEUROLOGICAL THING about HOMONCULAR NEURAL MAPPING. It's NERD SHIT I won't BORE YOU with when it's on NORMAL HUMANS." Arthur makes as many rapid dismissing noises and motions that he can. "For YOUR WORLD I'm guessin' it's more like PATTERN ADAPTATION. Like, STOP ME IF THIS IS TOTALLY BOGUS, but you guys probably got PSYCHOLOGICAL SUB-PATTERNS in the BRAINMEATS and all that, and they ADAPT and EXTEND ONTO stuff you're USIN', like GUNS or SWORDS and INTEGRATE 'EM into your INSTINCTUAL MOTION, right? 'Cause that's the CLOSEST to how SHIT WORKS for regular ol' NON-MAGIC HUMANS."     Wait, what was /that/?!     Arthur seems determined to press on through it. "Anyway, yeah, you wanna do the SELF-SUFFICIENCY THING, you just gotta figure out what all OTHER DUDES were givin' ya. I had a couple PROBLEMS, but I got that shit WORKED OUT after a while. Everyone does, y'know? Anyone who seems like they've been COOL and GREAT all their life is just PUTTIN' THAT SHIT OFF."     And then, on-cue, he launches up off the ground suddenly with a flash of white light. "SURE THING!" And he's darting around the large two-story chamber, still looking completely relaxed and casual as he flits through it. He's not dodging, though, so the brilliant blue and white beams impact his body! His cuts and bruises begin to sear and sizzle away with strange blue smoke when the beams slam into him. It's sorta inefficient compared to standard healing, but the range and the constant fire could make it useful!     It's unlikely to trip just on the first few uses, but the artifact has no obstructions built in it to stray magic. The supernatural nature of the gold it's made out of may mean that some stray MP could make it into the gun and add an imperceptible extra oomph to the healing magic, if Kyra's magical potential is so inclined. Of course, since the weapon's regarded as a healing gun and ONLY a healing gun, psychologically, this would likely never result in a chaotic non-healing effect. It's both a psychological and magical aide, but the effects at the moment might only be a bit of comfort in the act of healing. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "...aww...but..nerd shit..." Kyra pouts, clearly sad that he's not getting into the details. "I /like/ the nerd shit. I mean c'mon, I'm going to be a certified doctor one day. But...hmm. That's an interesting thought, actually, I don't think I've seen anyone suggest a sub-pattern for for soft skills before. A sub pattern that we make instead of just reinforce through experience...I wonder how that would be tested...maybe through CAT scans and..." she mutters something to herself about longitudinal studies.     But NERD SHIT aside: "Damn straight I want the self-sufficiency thing!" she crows as she opens fire on the floating Mage of Space. She's a good shot, clearly having spent a lot of practice at hitting people. Their HP, after all, clearly depended on it! With the first strike, she squints after him the gauge the strength of the healings, assessing it to be about on the level of a Cure. It's pretty unimpressive on its own. She next fires off multiple shots at Arthur, taking note of the rate of fire, which seemed to make up for the low strength of the healing. This is encouraging-it means one step closer to the healing machinegun-type deal she conceptualized at one point but never had the chance to start prototyping. Maybe in the future...     So far, it seems the strange magic-warping issue she described to Arthur is having no effect whatsoever on the operation of the gun. The nature of Galianda technology also helps in the psychological effect intended by the gun. Technology on Galianda, though powered by MP of the user, was meant to have a limited set of functions based on the circuits programmed or crafted into the device. Applying the same assumptions to the Aurumal Autodoc works perfectly in their benefit.     "HOW ARE YOU FEELING?" Kyra asks as she lays down the mad HPS. 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "HAH! I KNOW NOTHIN' of NERD SHIT, yo. Can't tell you a GODDAMN THING." Arthur calls out as he flies, flipping about casually! It doesn't matter how long you can fly, it doesn't stop being fun, and so he takes a moment to enjoy and revel in it. Weeee! The repeated blasts deal with the remainder of his wounds that white magic or vitality gel haven't already dealt with, letting him come back to full and proper healing after that target practice! Fantastic! When he lands, the blue smoke sizzling off of the gaps in his mage-robe where wounds used to be is thick in the air. "Feelin' GREAT! GOOD AS NEW. Alright, that BLINGED-OUT GAT of yours, you keep it. The GRIST for it, we'll call that PAY for the SWEET ARM."     He picks up the cards where he stored Kyra's artifacts and shakes them a bit until the item's in his hands! "Here's your STUFF BACK, I'll keep the CODES 'till we get the NEXT STAGE figured out." A big grin! "And I didn't see a BIT of FLICKERING like that first time. So I'm thinkin', this is gonna be GREAT. Shit's RELIABLE AS HELL. We'll get your MAGIC back ON TRACK quick." He settles down on the ground, planting his hands on his hips briefly before snapping and apparently restoring the state of his robes to full and proper form. "You put that GAT to the PARTY for a week or two, COME BACK, and we'll figure out where to go from THERE. Figure out a little more about what the hell ya NEED, figure out how you you can GET IT, make ANOTHER SWEET-ASS FUCKIN' GUN, repeat, 'till everything's ALL GOOD. Sound like fun?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "I think you're holding back, Arthur!" Kyra teases, "Nobody namechecks something like homoncular neural mapping without knowing SOMETHING about NERD SHIT!" She doesn't seem offended at that point either, just amused. "-oh, are you ALL GOOD?" That didn't take long at all-he was right, the rate of fire did make up for the weaker heal. Though maybe that was something that could be altered with future upgrades.     Casually, she flips the rifle so it lies across her shoulder again. "Sounds like an equivallent exchange to me, Mage of SPACE! -huh." she gathers the reagents in her hands, surprised, "I thought the items would be consumed. Not that I'm complaining about that or anything." Each item is put back into is proper place on her person with meticulous care. She clearly has some kind of system for storing stuff on her person.     "Oh, what's that? You want me to go on some sweet adventures and hit people with the heal gun? Suuuuure, I think I can manage. -and some, you know, introspection to figure out a...a..focus." Kyra grins, "HELL YEAH! I can manage!" 

:'''{{#var:33|Arthur Lowell (33)}} has posed:'''     "Nah, not unless I'm GRINDIN' 'EM for GRIST. Only NEWBIES punch their CARDS with the CONTENT CODES, I can just COPY IT. Already got the MATS. Though," Arthur's expression gets a little more plaintive for a moment. :| "The higher-level stuff, seriously do get some crafting mats over here. I can GRIND 'EM DOWN into GRIST. Don't even gotta be RELEVANT MATS, just, STUFF of VALUE, turn it into CRAFT MATS for me." He does a sheepish sort of plaintive open-palmed gesture. "ANYWAY."     "YEAH! Looks like we got everything COVERED! I'll have more TALKING to do when I'm not about to PASS OUT! And we got more off that RIFLE, huh? We'll get your shit STABLE right ASAP." He snaps and points in an enthusiastically energetic way that doesn't at all look like someone who's about to collapse. "Come on 'round HERE in a WEEK OR TWO? I'll get you an UPGRADE and we'll TALK A WHILE, help you WORK THROUGH stuff. Lemme tell ya, MAGIC-CLOGGING SHIT is HELLA COMPLEX, so it'll pro'lly be REALLY FRUSTRATING right at the start, and then REALLY COOL when it's all FIXED!" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     It's when Arthur starts going into stuff about crafting mats that Kyra realizes she's pretty exhausted herself. Why its as if she ascended to this place in the middle of the night to come help him OR SOMETHING. At this point, she writes off crafting mats as some part of the alchemy practice she didn't explicitly see today.     "Passing out sounds like a good idea." Kyra adds, lifting her free hand to give some kind of two-fingered salute, "Yeah! I'll see you in a week or so, Arthur. Thanks!" 

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2015-03-08T16:16:57Z

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The player of [[Kyra Hyral]] and [[Alvira]].

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2015-02-20T03:54:10Z

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