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5382/Union Strike

2017-07-27T01:49:12Z

Kharne98: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2017/07/18 |Location=Fall |Synopsis=The Red Union decide to attack a major business meeting, turns out they were a tad late to the party... |Cast o..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2017/07/18
|Location=Fall
|Synopsis=The Red Union decide to attack a major business meeting, turns out they were a tad late to the party...
|Cast of Characters=123, 1117, 11
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     New York City 3092, it's a hell of a town that's going to hell.R     The city looks like any other when you get down to it, tall spires of metal and glass, hugs ads for sugar-water and the latest electronic device that nobody can understand quite what it does. outside of the prices looking oddly steep and more bums that would seem normal for a large city milling about, nobody would really notice this place is circling the drain.     Tonight is the big night. This world is about to get it's first megacorp! The players? Clearsky Enterprise and Stonetower Industries. What do they do? Well, what don't they? As rapidly growing corporations they've got their hands in just about everything. As the locals might put it: Apples to air plains, soda to sandpaper, and most of those dealings are known monopolies. one could argue these two are already way too big for their own good. and now they want to join forces.     But there is some good news: While the signing would be a simple matter of a few emails, and a couple papers moved between the bean counters and pencil pushers. But for such a big event, the heads of both companies have decided to oversee things personally.     It's not a grand party mind. Throwing up a big target like that would be stupid. Instead, they've opted to take over an unassuming office building downtowm. Inside? Several CEOs, department heads, Marketing experts... and a small army of hired security, just in case.     Good thingo n the security too, there's a motor convoy heading towards the building, a few patched together trucks belching smoke and fire, and all of thme bearing hte logo of the Red Union. 

:'''{{#var:1117|Sombra (1117)}} has posed:'''     It appears that there are companies everywhere who intend to unjustly rise to power.     Up on the rooftop of the office building a shadow arrives, leaping from the next building with relative ease. Rising to her feet, the woman brushes herself off, all while she raises her hand and touches the empty air, bringing up a screen in front of her as she walks. Not only is this a chance to mess with some questionable companies, but perhaps there is some useful information here that she can grab at the same time... And just maybe she can work with the convoy that's making their towards this place as well. Let's see if she can keep things under the radar for now...     Sombra smiles for herself, all while she checks the blueprints for the building, checking to see whether there are any easy ways to get inside the building, and most importantly what security systems there are, as well as other tech inside. If she can do this without being seen, the better. 

:'''{{#var:11|Metal Man (11)}} has posed:''' One might think Metal Man may hate humanity? He does not, he is not like Sigma, he just honestly thinks longer lived machines like himself should rule. It stops things like this, and with a tip off from some old contacts. Sombra was not alone, Metal Man had come, he had th sense to put on a cloak to somewhat hide his features for the moment and he he got himself up to a good perch. <<Backroom deals like this, is how my kind is kept as little more than hardware by the Robotics Couile back home. So what's the plan? I don't want to frag anything your planning. Though lets try to avoid crossing blades with the Red Union, if they are here. Allan's and old buddy of mine and a damn reliable contact.>> Yup Metal considers allen a friend, bizzarly. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''         he Convoy comes to a halt at the front of the building. as men in patchwork armor and rifles climb out of the building, one of them, carrying a surprisingly well kept for shotgun, speaks up. "Ya see any janitors, clerks? Leave 'em alone. Everyone else? #$^* em up! our goal is the heads of both companies, along with as many higher ups as possible. with a little luck, this place gets a little reprieve."     The inside of the building has mostly security cameras, LOTS of security cameras actually, and electronic locks for security. This world clearly hasn't reached the "a gun turret aimed at every cubicle" levels of bad yet, but hoo boy does it like to keep an eye on people. Otherwise, The blueprint would show mostly standard stuff for the building, a few doors around the base of the building, some fire escapes of questionable stability... maybe there's a windwo open? Or a hacker like Sombra could probably pop the door for roof access open.     While the building itself is mostly uninteresting, the people are a different story. There's a lot of security in there. Not quite full-blown paramilitary but a lot better armed and trained than some mall rent-a-cop. Whatever everyone has planned? They would have a least a little time before the Red Union broke through and reached it's target.     Everyone likely REALLY doesn't want to be in the room once that happens. 

:'''{{#var:1117|Sombra (1117)}} has posed:'''     The fact that they have digital equipment for a lot of things here certainly make things easier, as Sombra discovers upon having good luck with the roof access door. As the door swings open, Sombra smirks for herself, satisfied as she brings her hand up towards her face... and then her thermoptic camouflage kicks in. With that many cameras inside it's better to be careful, and quick.     "My plan? Let's get to the place where they are holding the meeting. I plan to shut off the lights so we can attack them in the cover of darkness. And fine, I have no reason to mess with the Red Union."     Quickly the hacker makes her way down the halls, making sure to stay light on her feet as she sneaks past security guards. Better not take them out just yet and alert the rest of the place. After all, the others might prove a useful distraction as well as firepower, giving her a chance to strike. For now she focuses on getting near to where the meeting is taking place, all while on the lookout for any terminals or tech that might allow her to close off any doors to the meeting room, interact with the AC and light inside it. 

:'''{{#var:11|Metal Man (11)}} has posed:''' <<Sounds good to me.>> Metal Man will follow Sombra's lead on this, she's better at him than sneaking after all so he's not so prideful that he'd try to out do her. He figures she could likely teach Shadow Man a few things. He creeps behind her as he keeps his blades ready for if things go to hell. He'll just keep it cool for the moment. <<We should wait till Allen really gets going though.>> 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     There's some good news and some bad news.     The good news is Sombra and Metal are closer to where the meeting is then the Red Union. It's a few floors down yet, somewhere near the center of the building. The bad news is-"#^* this place up boys! Make their blood flow!"     The ground floor is now murder town and judging by the rather extreme amounts of noise coming from down there, you do NOT want to visit murder town. Even if the Red Union isn't interested in messing with the Concord right now, it's pretty obvious from all the gunfire and screams that sharing a floor with them right now is a REALLY bad idea! Worse, the noise is slowly getting louder, They must be starting to climb already. Better act quickly!     On the upside, the sudden arrival of the Red Union has basically forced security downstairs towards the meat grinder and away from the upper floors Sombra and Metal are trying to sneak through There's still the matter of the cameras and locks but otherwise it's pretty empty up there. 

:'''{{#var:1117|Sombra (1117)}} has posed:'''     Murder time has arrived, by the sounds of it. Sombra frowns, all while she reaches out to hack any doors in their way. While she can't deal with all the cameras, she's certain Metal Man can deal with any guards if they think they can follow her in the same way without being found.     Maybe he can serve as a distraction that way.     Sombra hurries to the nearest stairway, then quickly jumps over the railing, making her way down with practiced ease and to the floor in question.     And upon arriving on the correct floor, the hacker arrives at the room... ready to take out any guards there by surprise if she has to after hacking the cameras. 

:'''{{#var:11|Metal Man (11)}} has posed:''' <<Looks like the party's started down there, Allen works fast.>> MEtal mena keeps moving and he'smore than reayd to deal with any guard that try to jump em. HJe moives with Sombra and keep an eye out for anything else as they make it to the floor? Metal's ready to take down any of the guardfs hw omight think to attack them. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     The guards are missing. Apparently they ALL went downstairs, In fact, there seems to be a lot of arguing coming out of the meeting room. It's hard to make out, but the basic gist seems to be that while they expected perhaps some trouble, they weren't expecting something like The Red Union and things are a tad desperate right now because how do you STOP these madmen?! hepeaking of, judging by the volume of noise coming from below, The Red Union are at most perhaps 2 floors Below Sombra and Metal. Not much time left before this floor becomes uninhabitable. 

:'''{{#var:1117|Sombra (1117)}} has posed:'''     "I say it's time to break up the party. Follow my lead, make sure they don't escape," Sombra asides to Metal Man, all while she readies her submachine gun.     With that the hacker opens the door leading into the room, pointing her gun at the people gathered around the table, her eyes keen as she watches them. "Gentlemen..." she begins, her voice calm. "I suggest you think quickly, because time is of the essence here. A deal is on the table, but only for one of you," she states, then looks at one of them. Then points to one of them. "You. You come with me." Here she glances at Metal Man. "Kill the rest." 

:'''{{#var:11|Metal Man (11)}} has posed:''' Metal Man nods to Sombra. "Right none of the suits are getting out of here." If the catering sorts the clerks and such want to run, he'll let them. It's the big ones he's after and Metal man moves to step in besides Sombra his clock clutting but his eyes glow from witin the hood. "I am the paymaster, your wages of sin are due. Time to choke upon them." With that Metal Man will spring into action. He does not enjoy killing humans, there is no real pleasure in this, no joy. This is a task that must be done, to cut a cancer out to give a strumbling world a chacnce;. One that the concord might be able to make use of sure, but he would far more trust his allies to rule this place, as they wouldn't run into the ground. With that he moes he's quick, he's got a ense of mercy, his kills are design to kill as quickly and efficently as possible. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     The inside of the room? mostly suits, though some clerks and aids are present, they bolt for the door once the fighting starts, running upstairs. The lucky winner of the Sombra blackmail lotto also makes a run for it. taking advantage of the chaos to get to her. "Whatever you've got planned, it can't be worse than this!"     Metal man would find his job very easy. none of these men are fighters and with all the guards thrown at the Red Union, there's really nothing to stop him. Oh wait! There's a guard! A few of them even! They're running... right past the room and further upstairs... Uh-oh.     There's the sound of a door being smashed down, along with mad screams and gun fire down the hall. The Red Union has arrived. Sombra and Metal have at best a few moments to book it with their cargo before the room and everything in it suffers a fate perhaps best not thought about. 

:'''{{#var:1117|Sombra (1117)}} has posed:'''     ... is the man really so certain about that?     Sombra grabs onto the man's arm, leaving Metal Man behind to slaughter the room. Most likely they will need time to get this man with them. Good thing she didn't choose one of the rather unfit men who would most likely only slow them down. "Vamanos!" she says, pushing him out of the room. "Now hurry up, and perhaps you will survive. And if you do... I'm sure you will be real grateful to us for saving your life." He better be.     With that Sombra leads the man to the closest way out of the building, hopefully a fireescape of some sort. If not, a tumble to a lower roof top will also suffice.     "Make sure you deal with them quickly so you get out of there," she mentions on the radio to Metal Man. 

:'''{{#var:11|Metal Man (11)}} has posed:''' Metal is quickl he does let the remaininf guards and such /run/. He does not target them. Soon he's done as he looks over the carnage, he'll move to leave shorly after Sombra he's fast to catch up, with her and once he does. "Wet work's never enjoyable but it's a better fate than what the Union did, I was clean." He also didn't use any throwing weapons least he leave things for the cops, or anyone else. <<Your not like most humans from my world Sombra. Your not afraid to do your own work.>> 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     Sombra Metal and their new meal ticket all manage to get out moving out of sight just before the Red Union goes smashing their way into the room. There's a worryingly loud roar of gun fire, before everything suddenly goes quiet.     "Wait... why the #$^* is everyone dead already? Bah, #-1 ARGUMENT OUT OF RANGE^* it, it's what we wanted. BOYS! Search the place! Start gathering anything that's viable scrap, search the bodies for tech and #$&#! Whoever was in here got just about everyone. Don't know who, how or why they beat us to the punch but #$^& it, don't care how they died, just that they died."     "Should we set a banner?" one of the troops asks.     "Nah, this mess ain't ours and I ain't about to scavenge credit. Let's just get to cleaning the room out."     With the Red Union newly distracted, escaping the building is easy. Everyone who fled upstairs is way too scared to do anything and the Red Union has no interest in searching the upper floors.     Eventually, The Red Union will file out of the ground floor, taking anything of interest from the meeting room with them. The Survivors, what few there are, will likely leave sometime after the that, once they think the coast is clear.     The morning news is likely going to be.... interesting. 
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The Fate of a Psycho (Allan Bodily)

2017-05-23T00:07:27Z

Kharne98: The Red Union lose a valuable member, and the Multiverse gains itself a new hero. God help us all.

{{Cutscene Header
|Date of Scene=2017/05/22
|Location=Steelcliff
|Synopsis=The Red Union lose a valuable member, and the Multiverse gains itself a new hero. God help us all.
|Cast of Characters=123
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Three months ago...

A rare, bright day hung over the fortress-city of Steelcliff. After the Multiverse... went weird, the city had been working frantically, production ramping up as teams were sent out to scout the surroundings to see where they ened up while others scoured the city to make emergency repairs. Allan wasn't sure if things would ever calm down again, but that was a problem for later.

Today, at the massive front gates that earned the city it's name, Allan stood with several Red Union troops. Right in front of the closed gate stood what could be seen as a very small mech, the man sitting in it's open cockpit practically pressing his face against it. "Come on! Come on! Open up already! I've got to Goooo!"

Allan sighed, raising a hand to rub at his temple. "Alright people. I'll make this quick, partially because I'm not the kind of #$^&er for long, pretty speeches, and mostly because if we don't hurry, Neal'll break the #$&^ing gate." A few of the gathered soldiers chucked.

"So!" Allan continued. "In case some of you people didn't hear about it. Neal wants out of the Red Union, the multiverse has changed, there's new threats everywhere and he really." There was a lound clanging sound as Neal's Mech started to bang on the gate. "...REALLY needs to go do that wandering adventurer thing, so I'm letting him leave. Peacefully. He'll no longer be offically with us but is still on good terms, no killing him. Got it?"

There was a chorus of various affirmatives in response.

"Great, so, with the." The clanging was getting louder now. "Ok, ya know what? We hit some delays in getting this done and he's getting antsy, #&^@ being all official, open the gate so he can go already!" There was a loud groan as the massive Gates to Steelcliff opened, and like a giant, poorly cobbled together bullet. Neal "Psycho" Cables bolted off towards parts unknown, the echoing shots of a 21 gun salute trailing behind him.

Now...

"In others news, Citizens of the island nation of Arulco-881 are in shock today, as what people described as a man driving a strange machine tore through the capital, killing Queen Deidranna Reitman and bringing a sudden end to her 10-years long reign..."

Allan stared at the television in disbelief as he stared at the footage of a small mech frantically fighting the local army and sighed. He owed a lot of people money now.

4900/A-party-lypse

2016-12-18T15:24:47Z

Kharne98: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2016/12/18 |Location=Steelcliff |Synopsis=It's the end of the Multiverse as we know it, and the Red Union not only feels fine, it's partying! |Cast..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2016/12/18
|Location=Steelcliff
|Synopsis=It's the end of the Multiverse as we know it, and the Red Union not only feels fine, it's partying!
|Cast of Characters=123, 898, 691, 774, 437, 513
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     The Industrial Behemoth is generally a dark, dreary place, the sky blackened by the fires of industry on a massive scale. Tonight however, one little patch of land is lit up nice and bright.     Set a distance away from the massive sky city, Clutching to the side of one of the few mountains that hasn't been blasted into rubble yet. Is the city of Steelcliff, and in the face of the Multiverse going to hell? It's parting! Food and drink vendors line the streets, musicians and performers set up stages or wander to work the crowds, Streamers and banners have been placed everywhere, welcoming residents and visitors alike to a brand new Multiverse. Here's hoping it works out better than that last mess did.     Allan for his part walks the streets. Nodding and waving to people as he passes, keeping an eye out for any visiting elites. Both to say hi and judging by the presence of his shotgun, make sure nothing stupid happens. 

:'''{{#var:898|Lumeria (898)}} has posed:''' Well, the recent destruction of the Multiverse is a chance for Lumeria to make a name for herself. She doesn't really know that many people yet having kept a low profile. Plus it's a chance to free chance to restock on her supplies of sweets which were running low. While she would prefer something a bit more classy this would have to do. She makes a note not to upset the man with the shotgun. Getting blown to tiny Elfir bits certainly wouldn't do. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari Takane slips out from one of the street-side booths that's been set up. A miniature Japanese-style sake and noodle bar reminding the young Au Ra deeply of home. After two bowls of udon, she slaps down her credits and stands up. The sake bottle stays with. As does the last Confederate minted coin she has. She looks at it, then sticks it in a pocket. Five minutes later, she pops out of a small little jewelry shop. The coin has been fashioned into a necklace sitting at the chest of her midnight blue kimono. She carries a katana, peacebound thankfully. She's half-way done with the sake when she spies a familiar figure. Yari doesn't really intend to sneak up on Allan. Not intentionally. It's mostly instinct, and so she may well be all but whispering in the man's ear as she comes up behind him. "I would say that I'm relieved that you're alive, Mister Bodily. But somehow I knew the Upheaval wouldn't kill you. I'm glad to see you again." It's punctuated by a low bow. Lumeria, for now, goes unnoticed other than a brief, polite smile. The sake bottle is offered. "Drink? How are your...friends?" 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     A party? With all the mess that's happened, Dorian is all for that. It's about time something good happened in all thise horribleness that the new Multiverse has deposited into everyone's collective lap like an annoyed cat revenge-pooping on someone's pillow. So Dorian's there! He's dressed for a party, in an almost military-like coat -- white of course. It's a hip-length affair, and he's worn hose with it, and dark brown boots. There's a royal blue sahs wrapped many times around his midriff, into a wide belt, and a leather belt buckled and tied around his waist to hold it there. The gloves he wears match his boots.     His hair and moustache have been immaculately groomed too, and he has his dreagon-headed staff slung on his back by a leather strap. Of course he's going to come looking coordinated! He's not a barbarian. And this outfit IS the height of Tevinter fashion. It's also a few years old. But it still fits, and it still looks good, so that's all that's important. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     Allan grins as he looks over his shoulder to Yari. "If it killed me, would it even stick?" Quickly he turns around to face her. "Nice to know you found us! My Boys are fine, Neal's... off being himself somewhere, probably bugging random people with his idea of encouragement. So, how's life free of the Feds and Union treating ya? Nice not having those damn factions hanging overhead right?" Despite whatever reputation he may have Allan is surprisingly all smiles today.     Happy ones, not one of those toothy 'Imma bout to murder someone' grins. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari chuckles happily. "I'm glad to hear it. Tell Neal to try to relax more. It's good for him." Offers the woman, in almost maternal fashion. She's been doing that a lot lately. Her smile slips just a bit. "My Empire is in chaos, and already using me as a bargaining chip. I haven't seen Sanary since. My foster daughter is missing." There's a small package given to Allan. Inside? A picture of a young korean girl, as well as possible last locations of a certain cleric-warrior. "I won't ask charity. Just keep an eye out. I'll pay you, of course." Business done, she finally relaxes. Shoulders slump. "Right now I want to forget about the Multiverse, politics, and just get as drunk as I can and find someone cute to dance with." Blink. She turns. Is that... "Mister Pavus? Is that you?" Seems she's remembered the mage! 

:'''{{#var:437|Annie Sandberg (437)}} has posed:''' Annie heard Allan's invitation and decided to make a visit. From what she'd heard, their host used to be part of the Confederacy. Once, she would have totally refused such an invitation, but she'd changed, as had the Multiverse. Now, she realized that in the relative chaos of the post-megafaction world, the side of good would need all the help it could get. She'd had a brief chance to meet some of her new allies earlier on business, but this would be the first time she'd be meeting any of them outside of business. She arrives on the road and joins the others, looking fairly relaxed. "Hello," she says to those gathered with a smile. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Hearing his surname, Dorian blinks, and turns to face the direction it came from. And he smiles broadly when he sees who it is. "Ah, greetings," he offers, with a bow. And he also extends his hand. Though if Yari takes hold of it, she'll find not a handshake, but a kiss of her hand! Dorian is a formal, noble sort, after all. "I'm glad to see you've managed to come through the aftermath of the Multiverse's virulent stomach flu little worse for wear, from the looks of it."     Annie's greeting also gets a nod of the same from Dorian. "Greetings to you as well," he offers politely, with a pleasant smile. 

:'''{{#var:898|Lumeria (898)}} has posed:''' Lumeria smiles back at Yari, not being familar with the lizard woman. The millitary officer makes her a bit uneasy on the other hand. She is a political hostage after all, yet a willing one. It seems like the host of the party, the woman, and the office know each other already. The if it kill me would it stick comment certainly gets her attention though? Does Allan have some kind of regenerative ability or he is undead? "And what exactly do you mean by that?" She can't help but to wonder. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     Allan frowns as he looks over the picture. "If I spot anything, I'll send it your way free. As for booze?" He grins. "It's a working town, I'm sure you'll find plenty." He then nods to Lumeria. "Oh? That. Let's just say me and death don't quite see eye-to-eye. Nothing you need to worry about.     Dorian gets a nod, as well as Anne. "Looks like we've had a good turnout so far. Anyway welcome to Stealcliff everyone. The Red Union's own little corner of the Multiverse. Feel free to look around. Just don't cause any trouble and things will be fine." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Dorian is a gentleman. That kiss of the hand and bow has the ninja returning the bow! She doesn't quite blush, but she does give a well pleased look! If only everyone were so kind and polite! "The same. I never did get to properly thank you for...what you did for my family. Drinks are on me tonight." After all, with her new 'partners', she's not going to have many money concerns. Then, she turns to Annie as well. Another smile and bow. "Glory and honor! Yari Takane, nice to meet you." She'll keep the politics out of things for now. Probably for the best. Lumeria's question isn't answered by Yari, of course. She'll let Allan handle that. Yari blinks, then snaps a sharp salute to Allan. "It's been an honor working with you and the Red Union, Sir." Turning, she's already toddling off to the next mini-bar. More booze. This time a local brew. Pardon her while she gets in a festive mood! 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:''' SOMEHOW, a white-furred fox has managed to go the entire party unnoticed, snitching food off of plates when nobody was looking. Zigzagging between party-goers. Eyes tended to slide from it, attention quickly drawn elsewhere when the mind began to take note of it by the sheer dint of NOISE. SMELLS. PEOPLE!     But now the little creature's eaten a decent fill and decided to, rather randomly, leap up onto one of the tables and curl her body up against her fluffy tail to digest. Far more noticeable now!     There's a fox in your midst. And both the fur on its tail and ears seems to glint with a silvery sheen in the light. 

:'''{{#var:898|Lumeria (898)}} has posed:''' Of course Allan's response just leaves Lumeria with more questions. Though she has a enough common sense not to piss off the guy with the shotgun especially when he has friends present. Maybe she can learn more second-hand if she sticks around though. The young girl gets her curiousity, there has to be more than it seems. No one would let in ordinary child wonder around in a place like this. Of course then the stray fox gets her attention. Foxes generally tended to avoid people unless there was something wrong. Hopefully this one doesn't have rabies. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' That table is soon filled with a drinking Yari. Also Finna gets gentle ear-scritches. There's a tiny saucer put down, and filled. That's right, even the wildlife is getting drunk tonight if Yari has anything to say about it. 

:'''{{#var:437|Annie Sandberg (437)}} has posed:''' "It's pretty impressive," Annie says. "It kind of reminds me of... the leprechauns from Alfheim." She grins at her silly reference. She's not familiar with Lumeria, and the converse of that seems to be true as well, so Annie turns to the elfir. "I'm Annie Sandberg. It's nice to meet you." She looks to the fox as well, at first wondering if it might be some sort of Pokemon. "And... hello to you too!" she adds to the fox. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     Allan Frowns at Yari. "OI! come on! no need for the formalities here. I'm not some military big wig." He then gives the fox a curious look. "Aw hell did someone bring their pet?" He sighs as he trudges over to the table "Alright, there a tag on something on this thing? We can't have animals running around, last *^ing thing we need is some old lady crying her eyes out as we pull bits of her little precious out of some old piece of industrial equipment. It was depressing enough the first time thanks." 

:'''{{#var:898|Lumeria (898)}} has posed:''' "Oh sure, let's get the stray and possible rabid fox drunk, that's sure to end real well." Lumeria can't helieve this. Her attention turns towards Annie, "Hello, my name is Lumeria, where are your parents at?" Her ears go back a bit at that the girl's earlier comment. She didn't just call her a leprechaun did she? Thankfully for Annie, Allan's comment gets her attention. "I suppose I should see if it's hurt." She's kind of a jerk but she's still a light mage, and her sister would make her suffer if she didn't help an animal in trouble. "Back me up if it tries anything." She certainly doesn't want to get bit as she approaches Finna. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     The words of drinks being Yari's treat get a smile from Dorian. "You're very kind," he replies. As for helping Yari? That gets a bit of a sad look. Just briefly, mind you, and then his usual smile is back. "I understand being separated from one's family. Even if it's necessary, it's never fun." He's not planning on getting completely drunk, but hey... if it happens, it happens, right?     Though seeing the fox gets a blink. And then Yari's actions get another blink. "Ah, I don't think that's a very good idea," he offers to Yari. No, he's not aware that the fox is a person. Or that the person is a fox, whichever fits better. So he'll try to shoo the little fox away. Gently, mind. Though as Lumeria approaches, he pauses in these efforts, and stands back to watch just in case. 

:'''{{#var:437|Annie Sandberg (437)}} has posed:''' "My parents?" Annie questions Lumeria, before laughing a bit. "Well, my mother's doing quite well at home I presume. But despite how I look, I'm actually quite capable of taking care of myself," she explains. "I'm an android, so even though I look like a child, I'm not." 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:''' THIS particular breed of fox also belongs in the far north, lands dominated by ice and snow for much of the year. The chance that it's someone's escaped pet is maybe more sensible than it escaped through a warp gate. It softly 'chrooos' at Lumeria's approach, happily leans into Yari's scritches and sets to licking up a small helping of the offered drink!     Nothing odd about that, right?     Once the critter's had enough of that it offers a happy cry Annie's way, as if returning the greeting.     Allan's foul-mouthed approach gets the creature to tilt her head a few times and give him the most SKEPTICAL LOOK he might've ever gotten from an animal.     Quite swiftly the little creature rises to all fours and VAULTS high in the air. As it somersaults spectacularly its shape changes, fur receding in favor of flesh and clothing.     With a rather solid *WHUMPF* Finna lands in her typical risque huntress leathers. For once the Moonsilver tattoos that cover her whole body aren't suppressed - they're in full view across her flesh. The fox ears and tail both remain, and she makes a show of tossing a long plume of white hair that matches her previous color over her shoulder.     "Doesn't take long for someone to get all wound up. Sure this is a party? Needs more cheering if you ask me!" The once-vixen waggles a finger playfully Allan's way... then promptly HURLS herself at Dorian to playfully swing around and piggyback onto him!     "LOTS MORE!" 

:'''{{#var:898|Lumeria (898)}} has posed:''' Lumeria looks a bit surprised by the transformation, "A drunken kitsune, I should have known." Yes, the world she's from has fox people. "Just don't jump on my back." The squishy Elfir mage would likely fall over if Finna did. Her attention turns back towards Annie, "If I were an android, I think I would to be able to pass an adult. I spent more than enough time as a child." That was one of the downsides of being an Elfir it took longer to grow up. "It's annoying still being a child when your friends are adults." 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Suddenly the fox is a scantily-clad huntress with fox ears and tail! And then she is HURLING herself at Dorian! He oofs, stumbling, but keeping his footing. He's tougher than he looks, and definitely not the 'squishy mage' that those who know his vocation might expect. "Madam, I know I am bloody irresistable, but please do control yourself," he teases. That he's teasing is clear because of the chuckle in his voice. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     Allan grins as Anne explains what she is. "Oh good. That mean I can keep swearing then?" He then turn to Finna, tilting his head from side to side before simply grunting. "If yer gonna do that fine, but keep it out of the factories ok?" He grins. "Anyway Welcome to Steelcliff. Former Union right? Don't remember you killing me but eh, hatchet's buried either way. Enjoy the city." 

:'''{{#var:437|Annie Sandberg (437)}} has posed:''' Annie considers Lumeria's words. "That's true. But there are a lot of benefits too. I can fit into smaller spaces... and a child is easily underestimated," she points out. "It'd also take more energy to run a larger body. If I find that I need to look like an adult in the future, I'll make the upgrade. But right now, I don't need to." She frowns a bit at Allan's quip about swearing. "...I suppose you could. Now then... are we just going to stand around or will we do something?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:''' "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? It's a party!" Finna playfully tease-whines back, swinging like a pendulum for a few seconds on Dorian's back before she disengages and settles for skipping happily towards the table again, tail wagging up a storm like an overjoyed canine's! 

:'''{{#var:898|Lumeria (898)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, try being a child for 65 years and then get back to me on that." Lumeria's attention then turns towards Allan, "How can you take getting killed so lightly? Are you under some kind of immortal curse?" She's not big on pain herself. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     It's a good thing Finna lets go when she does, Dorian was about to topple over. And that would have been embarrassing. Would also have gotten his nice white outfit all dirty, too. But as it is, he stumbles a bit, and rights himself as she lets go. He chuckles nonetheless, and follows her in that direction. "Not like the parties back home, thankfully. There's a few too many slaves and not enough blood magic for that." There's more than a little wryness in his tone as he speaks. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     "Hey ya might as well get used to it." Allan replies to Annie. "Compared to what's out there? Me running with the censors off is nothing. Anyway. "He looks to the people gathered around. "feel free to look around, take in the sights, grab some food and a drink...Booze or otherwise. It's a new Multiverse. Let's try not to $^& it up this time ok?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:''' "Wh--huah?" Finna turns to look over her shoulder back at Dorian, trying to figure out if he's serious about that or not. And what it implies. But she's apparently in an unfailingly happy mood because her tail telescopes out, slowly growing larger and larger.... and DEFINITELY PREHENSILE, because it lazily and loosely wraps the mage up. Not that he couldn't easily duck out of it.     "NO MORE HUGE WAR!" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:''' The foxgirl then aims a shameless 'it can't be helped, whatcha gonna do?' look Allan's way. "It was an alliance of convenience anyways. Only a few FeddyFolk earned my personal ire! ... not for very long either..." 

:'''{{#var:437|Annie Sandberg (437)}} has posed:''' "Oh, you were part of the Union?" Annie asks Finna. "So was I! Well... an ally anyway. I never really got to do much for them before my personality-change, though," she explains. "I can change my appearance too, you know. Just not that much. Maybe we'll be able to work together sometime." 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Sadly, no, he's not kidding. "Tevinter is a horrible place. It wasn't always. But yes. As our host says, it is a new Multiverse, let's try not to screw it up this time, yes?" He lifts a glass... only to get tailwrapped! He blinks, but doesn't seem all that disturbed. He's had stranger things happen. Besides, as long as the tail isn't crushing him, he's fine. So instead he places leans on her shoulder a bit. He's pretty sure she can handle his weight. And if not he can move. He's not that heavy anyway, as humans go.     Talk of the factions gets a sigh. "I never managed to find my way there. I'm not exactly hero material, either way." Which doesn't explain why he's in the Watch, but he's not going to say anything about that. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:''' No crushing, no! It's just an affectionate brushup of soft fluff! Though Finna wasn't expecting to suddenly have a hefty guy leaning against her. She totters a few inches but that's it - seems she's a tad stronger than she looks?     Of course. Exalts. They're weird like that.     "Mmmhm! Key word, 'were.' So nice to meet you as just me now!" She answers Annie, winking merrily.     A glance is aimed back at Dorian. The tail partially withdraw-unscrews, leaving it only wrapped around his waist like a second belt. The message is clear. 'I found my dancing partner!' 

:'''{{#var:437|Annie Sandberg (437)}} has posed:''' "It's nice to meet you too," Annie says, "as my new self!" She smiles, before heading off to listen to one of the performing bands. 
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The pain of starting over (Fayt Ravus)

2016-12-16T01:30:04Z

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Fayt looked over his papers. Normally it was a constant battle for Fayt. Being a trader in the Multiverse meant a lot of licenses, contracts, logs and other assorted odds and ends that needed to be filled out and filed. keeping on top of it all was honestly a year round effort. The Multiverse.... Multiversing however, has led to 3 problems:

1) With everything more or less reset and things starting from scratch, all of that paperwork was not trickling in, but showing up for processing RIGHT NOW!

2) The further upheaval caused by the loss of his companies office and change of faction affiliation greatly increased the amount of said paperwork, due to change of company information, new laws, etc. and finally...

3) The loss of a main headquarters meant Until they had an office set up, Fayt was working from home, meaning all of that paperwork was sent there.%R%R%TFayt looked around the room he was using for paper storage. it wasn't the largest room he had, but still, this wasn't just some broom closet. Boxes and stacks of paper, datasheets, clay slabs, and other assorted implements of data storage and recording stretched from floor to ceiling. The walls hiding somewhere behind that. with a sigh, he pulled a sheet of paper out of a nearby pile, and turned to the door.

He made about 3 steps before he heard a rustling sound, and saw the shadow falling over him...

Some things never change (Fayt Ravus)

2016-12-12T15:40:25Z

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It had been a frantic few hours. Fayt's first course of action was to send escape orders to his employees, telling them to grab what supplies and people they could as they fled from Njorun. Then the Mutiverse... did a thing.%R%R%TFayt had been working frantically, scanning the radio for signs of life. taking in reports as Ships slowly re-establish contact, looking for orders. There was another problem however. Fayt was home when everything happened, and his home is underground. He had no idea where he was, he might be someplace hostile or worse, buried with no way to the surface. He had to risk a trip outside to scout around. Carefully, he he opened the front doors to underground castle he called home...

A man in heavy plate armor stood on the other side, his sword carefully wedged in where the gap between the doors used to be. Behind him was a woman in light armor, holding a sword and a bow, and a man in flowing robes.

They stared in confusion at Fayt. Fayt stared back. Silence.

Fayt pointed to a sign, readily visible, explaining how this was someone's home, not a dungeon for raiding, and helpfully pointed towards the door bell. The adventuring party followed Fayt's hand, saw the sign, "Oh," one of them said. Silence.

Fayt let out a long suffering sigh, some things it seems, never change. "You came from the surface?" Nodding. "Come inside please. I need answers."

4207/Testing the Hull Ripper

2016-06-11T15:34:10Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     Welcome to Steelcliff, a mountain city that doubles as the headquarters of the Red Union. Some would question the sanity of living in a town run by bunch of rather violent revolutionaries, but the locals generally agree that on the whole? Allan and co. are better then the guys they killed to take this place.     Past the massive front gate that got Steelcliff it's name is the military complex. Barracks, training yards, garages, Scrapyard... everything the RU needs to do what it does best: kill things and loot the remains.     What? It's a Confederate group.     Today, one of the training yards is empty, save for what looks like the remains of a large mech that has been somehow made to stand up, and in front of that something rather large covered in a tarp, a tarp that Allan is currently sitting on. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Sanary's looking a little hurried as she finds her way around Steelcliff, searching for signage and people to help her figure out which way she needs to go to get to the Red Union. It's one thing to be fashionably late, but the healer is...      A little more late than that. She can't help if she got distracted looking around the city! Still, she couldn't help but look around at that massive metal wall, at the engravings on it, the architecture on the way to the training yard...      Oh yeah. Training yard! That's as good of a sign as she'll get that she's in the right place. Spotting Allan not too far away, Sanary raises her hand before jogging over briskly. "Allan! Hi. Hey. Sorry I'm late. Didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?" She offers an apologetic grin at that, although the excitement in her face is already becoming more visible by the moment. "S-so! Is that the test subject today?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Call it protectiveness, but when Sanary was asked to come test out something over the radio--even by an ally, Ferham was going to show up to see what was going on. She has her IFF transponder beacon active, so she should be able to approach via air and set herself down, her high heeled boots clicking as she landed. As she walked through the facility compound, no doubt she'd be getting some stares and perhaps even a few catcalls as the femmebot made her way through the area around the barracks and garage.      Her green eyes peered dispassionately over the empty training yard as she came up to it, spotting Allan finally, then noting Sanary was already here.      "Don't mind me, I was just curious about what you were testing here," her voice is deep and feminine, almost a purr. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     "Late? Eh, no problem. We've got time yet." He gives Ferham a small nod as he stands up, as for what we're testing..." He reaches down and throws off the tarp revealing...     Whatever this thing is, it is clearly not work of a sound mind. It's a circular saw, massive in size. The kind you see in workshops and salvage yards the 'verse over. Used for cutting open mechs or getting through those really tough dura-steel starship hulls. It's seen some modification though. The frame has been reinforced, and the whole thing given a set of handles that allows it to be lifted up chainsaw style. Next to it is what looks like a pair of arms off some futuristic power armor, hooked into some sort of backpack generator.     "This, Ladies and..." There's a pause as Allan looks over his audience of two quickly, before simply shrugging. "Ladies, is the Hull Ripper, Inspired by our recent trouble with those #$^&Wing fleet daughters over Union side. This thing is built for one simple task. Carving up large, armored targets." He gives a wide grin. "If this works out I'm looking to send a few of these out when we go to get even for Yari. might even have a few uses elsewhere." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Hearing Ferham, Sanary turns to give the fembot a light wave and grin as well. "Hey, Ferry. Joining us, then? Should be a fun test, then." She chuckles lightly and flexes an arm for emphasis. "Especially if this thing's as heavy as that cover looks. Speaking of..."      Sanary backs up when Allan unveils the device, her eye gleaming just a little more once it's finally revealed. She lets out a quiet pleased noise while looking from the saw to Allan to the saw to Ferham to the saw again. The size of it, all those parts for convenient holding and the external power source...      Not that she really knows what some of those parts are even for, but she can probably guess.      "That... That is... A /few/ of these? So... You've got more." Luckily, Sanary's not foaming at the mouth just yet. She is biting her lip a bit, though, and it's fairly obvious that she wants to get her hands on that thing. "Sounds perfect for taking those girls apart... Can it do buildings, too?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Fer's eyes flick over to Allan as he unveils his latest project, pausing for a beat as he mentions it's armor piercing properties--obviously it gives her pause for more than a second, but no longer. Clearly she wouldn't want to wind up on the receiving end of it. There was also perhaps the personal dislike for just anyone having the capability to pierce robot armor. She walks around it, heels clicking as she noticed the external-ness of it, then nodded.      "I suppose the peripheral design removes the necessity for it to be connected individually to whatever armor you're using," she had her arms crossed but she looked impressed, weighing it on it's own merits fairly. A beat. "Just don't ever point one toward me," she smirked a little.      As she notices Sanary getting... excited over the new toy, Ferham steps over and puts an arm around the war cleric's shoulders, sidling alongside her as she bends down to do a quick check of the girl's vitals. Mainly a peek into her eyes, then a subtle press of two gloved fingers against her throat near the carotid--before straightening back out and letting the girl go. Was she still worried she was infected with the black tears? 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     "We only have the one, but if it's working, there's nothing stopping us making more. As for buildings? Maybe with a good stone blade. The blade in there is meant for metal."     Allan nods to Ferham. "It was easier to keep them separate. makes repairing and replacing parts easier, and there's always the chance the intended user is strong enough not to need the arms." He blinks as he notices how Sanary is acting. "Go ahead, throw on the arms if you need too, see if you can pick it up. That's why I called you in." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' "Periph..? Oh. Not being attached to... Gotcha." Sanary's only partially paying attention as she circles around the saw, still not quite understanding what she's looking at even though she's still fawning over the size of the weapon. "Looks a little... Clunky to use in a fight, though. Although for the ship forms... Yeah, this should work nicely on metal."      She gives the blade itself a light nudge before beaming again now that Allan's given her the go ahead. "Awesome. Let's try it without the arms first." And without further ado, it's time to test!      Hefting the saw with both hands, Sanary staggers a bit as she gets used to the weapon's weight. "Wh-whoa. This is... A lot heavier than I thought it'd be!" She lets out a little laugh as she strains further, eventually managing to get the saw hoisted overhead! Albeit with a fair amount of wobbling, but still.      She does cheat a bit with some magic funneling into her arms to augment her strength, but it helps substantially in steady her hold. She gives the mighty weapon a few practice swings to get used to its weight before stepping towards the mech. Sanary glances back at Allan and Ferham with a broad grin, then takes one more practice swing to steady her grip. She rears back, then takes a large overhead swing at the mech's arm. She doesn't want to just knock the mech over, after all, but to see how much damage the saw can do! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "I suppose Sanary would know, she deals with martial weapons and hand to hand combat," Ferham shrugged, hearing that it seemed like it might be too big for her to wield without being inside a suit or a mech. She looks to Bodily. "I can see that, I use a similar weapon myself, though it's not nearly as large as this," Fer held out her whip, right now looking more like a handle without any cable attached to it. Imagine it as sort of a light saber-whip, but without the laser cutting properties, exactly.      Ferham had to step back when Sanary augmented her strength magically and began testing the weapon out, swinging it about.      "Err, do be careful with that, now, captain," she cautioned, trying to sound formal. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     Allan swatches as Sanary actually lifts the saw. "Heh, guess you can lift it!" There's a loud *CLANG!* as the saw connects, and... nothing. Allan simply grins at this. "Start button for the saw's near the base of the lower handle. See if you can keep a grip on it as it spins!"     Ferham's whip gets a small nod, though he obviously doesn't know exactly what it is with it currently turned off. "A handle... Energy weapon? We see parts for those crop up occasionally. anything besides a typical blaster is kinda rare though." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Sanary lets out a confident laugh as she surveys the damage to the mech, stepping back rapidly just to make sure she doesn't get a chunk of falling metal hitting her in the face. Not that anything does hit her, of course, because she's never used a chain saw before! "Can definitely see the point of using those arms... Ahah. Gotcha."      Sanary proceeds to demonstrate her lack of familiarity with chainsaws when she rests the saw against her shoulder, nice and close to her face (yet without being close enough to catch her hair or anything painful) before hitting the button!      At least she's got a steady grip on the thing. It isn't too hard to hold it away from her face once it starts up, although she's looking both freaked out andincredibly excited. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham hadn't expected Allan to want a demo, but noticing his apparent confusion with her device she activated the whip and showed him the glowing pink cord of the whip's length that snaked out--and showed him a few snaps of it, producing an appropriate set of cracking noises. Hopefully it didn't draw too much attention, someone might think a dominatrix had been hired for the evening, with her luck. "It's not a cutting weapon, but electromagnetic, designed to be used on other robots," Ferham explained, and then was distracted as she noticed Sanary having a hard time handling the heaviness of the weapon.      "Yes... turning it on might help, of course," Ferham sighed and put a gloved hand to her temple, grinning a little. Sanary was at least eager to try out new technology. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     Allan nods slowly as the whip appears. "...I see. Well if you ever needed it upgraded or modified Feel free to give us a yell." If he's away of what things look like, he's not commenting.     As Sanary hits the button, there's a hum, that quickly turns into a loud whine as the circular saw springs to life, and it's going much faster than what might be considered normal. Someone must of sped it up on top of all the other mods. Allan meanwhile is all smiles. "A-HA! There we go. Alright, so we need to see how readily it can be used as a weapon, Which means I want to see a bit more than some simple test cuts. Fortunately I took the time to set up a little some encouragement!"     Allan pulls a small remote out of his pocket, he points it up at the mech and hits a button, suddenly there's a click from the the mech as tinny, triumphant music starts to play, like something out of an old movie... then it starts to speak.     "Have no fear! The Union is here!"     "Right makes might!"     "Ours is the true path to justice!"     And so on...     While the voices and music plays, Allan speaks, shouting to be heard over the substantial noise from both the mech and the saw. "If you want that self-righteous #$^&er of a pilot to shut his trap? I'd suggest you get work on cutting him out of there quickly! No time to play nice here, go $#^& 'em up!" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' "Hm... Remind me to get one of those, too. Haven't really had any luck fighting robots yet.. Er. Not that I'm gonna fight you or anything! But.. You know. Other... Robots." Sanary responds to Ferham, stumbling a bit on her words before pausing. "... Or a hammer." She really needs to pick one of those up some day. Sure, she's got plenty of shields for bashing things open, but it's not quite the same as a sledge-      Oh yeah. The bricks. Sanary keeps her head nice and away from that saw as it whirrs with all that speed and power carried inside it, and there's a huge grin on her face as Allan turns the mech's recording on. Steadying her hold on the saw once more, she steps towards it and hoists the saw even higher, then...      "No test cuts. Big cuts. Got it!" And then the healer sets upon the mech! She's not just swinging at it, though: No, she's trying to swing /through/ it. She wants to see it just as much as Allan, after all, and she's putting her faith in the saw's capabilities that it won't bounce off the wrong way and mangle her face! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham didn't hate the union, nor did she necessarily hold anything against them--though they did seem a bit... how as the human expression? Up their own ass at times? That could be it. So while she was a little non-plussed by the Dudley Do-right impression of a unioner the mech was doing, she didn't seem to mind the fact it was going to get torn up in just a few moments. She silently engaged a lime-green visor to come down over the open face of her helmet forming a kind of protective 'bubble' just in case any metal splinters or shrapnel came their way.      "Becareful now Sanary, that's a large construct--it might have combustable fuel still," she said with the tone of someone reminding their kid to watch out for gopher holes when they ran out to play in the field. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     The saw blade actually works! ...more or less. There's definitely a bit of a need to brace for impact as the blade hits home, and a bit of an odd pull on the handles as it digs in but it seems to be cutting well enough to do what it needs to. The arms Sanary skipped on using are probably meant to help with that somewhat. It's also doing a good job of keeping any spray AWAY from Sanary, which is good, because being swing around like this means the Hull Ripper is doing exactly what the name implies: leaving nasty looking, uneven gashes in it's wake.     At Ferham's comment, Allan speaks up again. "The mech was depowered down and drained of fuel! Don't want any explosions during the test! Plus we only have a strawman in the cockpit not a live one, so no worries there!"     There's a sudden pause, Allan blinking a few times as if he's suddenly remembered something. Then...     "Alternatively: Sorry it's not a real person in there!" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' "Combustible whatnow?" That's something Sanary probably should have considered before sawing right into that mech, huh? Well, too late for that now. She'll just have to hope for the best as she cuts into the massive not-really-Union mech!      Not that she necessarily hates the Union, either. She just has a very low opinion of them!      Sanary's still howling with glee as she slashes into the mech, adjusting her grip every now and then to get a more comfortable hold on the thing. She laughs at the mention of the safety and people, shaking her head once before swinging for the mech's legs next.      "That's fine! Wouldn't be interesting with a real person trapped in there, anyway. Kinda... Too easy, ya know?!" She's got some pride, at least. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham /peeers/ over to Allan after he clarifies that and the femmebot is sliding over to the mechanic's side, a black-gloved hand falling on his shoulder.      "Oh? what is in there, then?" she asks, her voice being filtered as it's coming out of the green visor she has down over her face. She seems to be just a tad perturbed with him if there was something like a robot or some other kind of AI in there. As a robot herself in a sense it did still cause her to get a little annoyed at some of the... attitudes against robots and the like she'd run into here and there around the 'verse. It seemed to run the gamut of people used to them and accepting to folks who'd sooner use them for target practice. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     The hand on his shoulder get's a look. Before he says calmly. "Like I said, a strawman. We stuffed an old flight suit with some straw, drew a stupid face on a bag for the head-oh, and threw in some old audio equipment to give 'em a voice." He frowns a bit. "I get you guys might of expected a prisoner or something from the likes of me, but I honestly encourage fast kills in the Red union, the longer it takes, the more likely some hero gets in the way." Apparently he has standards... kinda.     As the Mech's legs are cut into, the whole body stars to lean towards the side, causing Allan to call out "Watch yer heads people! It's going down!" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Sanary steps back to observe the saw's handiwork, her grinning widening just a bit at the sheer level of damage it's done in such a short amount of time. "That... That is /really/ nice. And if you can get soldiers armed with this sort of thing..."      She pauses, then snickers and gesures at the arms with her head. "Heh... Get it? Aaaarms?"      She coughs lightly into her hand, then scurries back when Allan calls out that warning. She can't admire her handiwork for long, it seems! Sanary does hastily conjure up some bricks, however, and sends them forward to hold it up a little longer just in case either Ferham or Allan happen to be in that thing's path!      "... I like this thing." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Hmph, alright," Ferham lifted her hand away, not invading the man's personal space anymore. Ferham spread her wings out behind her and she'd rise off the ground to be clear of any debris of flying wreckage that Sanary was accidentally sending their way with what she was doing with that huge saw. She'd pick up Allan by the shoulder or the like too, if it looked like he was in trouble.      "Looks like Sanary is having fun with her new toy," she said, filtered through the visor again, floating several feet up in the air now. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     The sound of something heavy hitting hte ground, and metal buckling and twisting fills the air as the mech comes crashing to the ground, landing in a word position on it's side. Allan for his part, simple wobbles slightly, standing a good distance away from the mech. "Alright, I think we've seen what we need to."     Allan pulls out the remote again, taking a moment to turn the music and voice off. "good to know you like it, I'll have a few of my boys take a look at it, see if the arms work. But from the looks of it we'll want ot start making more of these soon." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Sanary pants lightly as she finally sets that saw down, the adrenaline rush wearing off and giving way to fatigue over her arms feeling like rocks. "That... that is a /very/ fun weapon. Definitely worth messing around with more.."      THe healer lets out a confident laugh before taking a seat right on the spot, looking from the fallen mech to Allan and Ferham. "I can test the arms another time if you're up for it. Once my... Uh. Regular arms work again." 
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Crisis Over (Fayt Ravus)

2015-11-17T00:18:03Z

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Fayt sighed as he stood in one of the many hallways of his castle home, hefting a broom in his hands. He had returned from a somewhat odd tea party earlier, and had just now finished cleaning up the last of the damage from that demonic invasion of his home from awhile back.

It was over. that mess with those devils had come to an end, Well... mostly. A friend of his might have gotten him dragged into something, but that's a problem for later. Right now things we're quieting down and most importantly, he wouldn't need to worry about any more break-ins for awhile yet. Taking a moment to stretch, Fayt walked over to the broom closet, pulling open the door...

Inside, a girl unremarkable save for a pair of devil wings sprouting from her back, stared out at him, a look of clear confusion covering her face.

Fayt stared back at her blankly.

The devil stared back, frowning.

Fayt continued to stare.

The devil, now more than a tad unnerved by all the staring, attempted a cheerful smile. "Um, take it easy?" she offered.

Fayt slowly lifted the broom up, placing it in the closet next to her. "I'll think about that." was his reply, his voice sounding tired and worn out as he closed the closet once more.

"Um... Hello?" The girl called out. "Are you still out there? Can you help me? I've been here for about two months now. I'm kind of lost and I'd like to go home now, do you know where the exit is? Are you still there? Hello? Hello? Oh darn."

3108/A Red Saber Invades

2015-09-28T02:27:42Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     The Dragon's nest, Main HQ for Black Dragon Shipping, it's a busy place. Workers scurry around the area, moving cargo and supplies, ships cloud the skies overhead, waiting for clearnence to land or carefully make their way out of the crowd, headed towards who knows where.     Their leder, Fayt, si currently in his office, looking over some paperwork on his desk. Said leader is also actually on the desk. A little incident involving demons invading his home, chaos magic and a sage fox with a crazy idea has shrunk the poor guy down to about 6 inches tall. Still he does what he can, looking voer papers and occasionall sending messages through the radio. overall it's a perfectly normal day. 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      A perfectly normal day until SOMEONE bursts through the front doors leading into the main area that visitors would typically find.      "I see! So this is the mysterious, fabled supply line spoken of in legend!"      A rather short statured woman strode into the area. She was blonde, her hair tied up into a bun at the back. Her outfit consisted of a regal looking red and white dress that, for some reason, was see through at the front. It turned heads, but she didn't seem to mind at all.      Nodding to herself, satisfied with something or another, the strange newcomer thrust an arm forward in a dramatic manner and spoke loudly. "Greetings, common man! You may rejoice, for I, Emperor Saber, have come to bring light to your understandably dreary days!"      ...The day just got a little stranger. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt's employees are, perhaps understandibly, a bit confused by Red Saber's sudden apperence. They spend several mometns looking amongst themselves, seemingly at a loss for how to react. Several very quickly get back to work with suprisingly renewed interest.     Moments later, someone approaches Saber from the front desk, and says, carefully just to be safe. "Um... if you need to see our leader, Fayt? His office is upstairs." Yes, they've decided to send her at Fayt. This can be his problem.     Meanwhile, up in his office, fayt shudders for a moment, glancing around before shugging and going back to work. 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      Saber remains in that dramatic pose she took, waiting for something. Applause, awe, reverence, an answer. Something! Eventually someone does find it in them to approach the odd woman and redirect her to Fayt's office. Sacrificing the boss for the greater good? Sometimes, it just worked out that way perhaps.      The Servant gave the one who instructed her a swift glance, and then she presses a hand against her chest, nodding. "Mm! Very well! I shall see your leader!" And with that, Saber moved right past and headed right on up the stairs. Once she reached what she presumed was Fayt's office, there was a pause.      And then the doors flew right open.      "Fear not, for I have finally arrived!" The blonde woman announced with dramatic glee, stepping right into the office as if she owned it, and always had. It didn't matter if she didn't initially see anyone inside! Details! 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "GAH!" There's a tiny thunk and the sound of paper ruffling as Fayt jumps in suprise, landing sprawled out on his back. moments later he slowly, carefully sits up, looking up at Red Saber. "I um... Hello? Can I help you?" He does his best to sound professional, though he's clearly a bit confused. There's another pause before he adds. "Um... I'm down here. Parden my apperence, there was... an accident." 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      Saber frowned after her theatric entrance, finding no one around. Really? Was there /no one/ to witness her glorious-      Oh, there. A voice! But where? She looked left and right as she stepped further inside, before finally stopping at the desk and looking down. "Oh."      A moment passed.      "You are indeed quite small!" The Servant smiled, as if entertained, and pressed a hand against her chest once more. "Help me? No, Sir Supply Officer! It is /I/ who have come to help you!"      Wait what?      "I happened to catch wind of your unfortunate predicament earlier, and I have decided, in my boundless benevolence, that I would come to open your eyes and make you realize your true greatness!" An arm was thrust out at that. It almost seemed like Saber was sparkling in the aftermath of that statement. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt stares at Red Saber.     He then continues to stare.     After that he stares some more.     Silence.     It takes a wile before fayt starts to move again, slowly, carefully, The (very)little guy looking more than a bit confused. "I... I um... I.... er..." Eventually, he manages to almost literally squeak out a single word. "...what?" 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      Saber met Fayt's gaze.      She continued to smile confidently.      And she waited.      And once he finally gets something out verbally, does she respond. "Yes, yes. I understand. You cannot help but be awed by my utterly radiant presence. It is no surprise. Even the Goddess Venus is brought to tears by the sheer glory my figure emanates. It is only natural that you would feel this way."      She certainly didn't have any problem giving herself any amount of compliments.      "However! Now is not the time to be awestruck! Now is the time for you-" She points down at the (currently)little man. "-to strike out and make the world bear witness to your grand will!" And then she reached down, without permission, and attempted to pick the poor man up. "Now, it is time for us to go! Time for us to take the universe by storm! When we are finished, none shall forget the name 'Sir Supply Officer'!"      ...Good luck, Fayt. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt almostly immeidatly clams up again as Saber starts talking again. There's a small yelp as she points at him, causing Fayt to nearly topple over again. He doesn't really react however, untill he's picked up. "Huh, what the, waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait what are you doing?!" He starts tso squirm and struggle in her grip, though she's not likely to let go of him, is she? 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      Of course not.      Saber continued to hold the poor guy and then eventually set him onto her shoulder. "Fear not, Sir Supply Officer! Everything will be just fine!" And then she proceeded to stride out of the office, down the steps, and off towards the front entrance.      "We depart! Onwards to glory and adventure!"      Would we even be allowed to spirit the owner away like this!? 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt clings to Saber's Shoulder. Granted he could use his wing scarf to make a run(flight?) for it, but Saber likely wouldn't stand for that and besides, he's a bit too bsuy being freaked the hell out to do something like that. "R-right..."     AS they head towards the entrence, Fayts employees watch, utterly dumbstruck as Saber strides past iwth Fayt on her shoulder. They then decide that since Saber is a member of the Union then CLEARLY they're heading somewhere on important elite business, the kind of busiess that's WELL above thier paygrade and thuse they don't have to deal with it. Yes, clearly that is what's taking place here and Fayt should be fine.     Besides, plenty of his friends have pulled stunts like this before so it's probably ok. 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      And out they went.      "Mm! Very good! It is nice to finally receive the proper reverence for one of my station!" Saber proclaimed, nodding in satisfaction. What she didn't realize is that she was given a wide berth because she was just very strange.      Better not tell her.      Once they were outside and on their way, Saber smirked and spoke on. "Now, it is time for you to show the world exactly how great you are!" She took out a cellphone, tuning it's frequency to the public band.      "Greetings, denizens of the myriad universes! It is with great pleasure that I accounce to you all that Sir Supply Officer has something of great importance to say!"      ...Wait, what!? 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Wait, what?!"     Fayt stares at Saber, looking utterly dumbstruck.     There's a long awkward silence as he sort of stares at the phone.     Finally there's a squeak.     suddenly, Fayt starts to move again, namely, his scarf blurs for a moment, before turning into a pair of blue and grene wings attached to a simple harness and starts to lean forward, is he about to make a run for it? 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      Is he going to make a run for it?      Saber just stared at Fayt with a vaguely disappointed pout, but she didn't look to be in any sort of ready position to grab him.      He could potentially get away!      "Unacceptable! Again!" She stated, holding the phone out to him. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Erm... I um, hi-GAH!" The phone suddenly popping into view causes Fayt to jump back. This wouldn't be too bad, except He's on Saber's shoulder. cue Fayt falling off, tumbling towards the floor in an awakard manner. unless Saber catches him first. He'd land in a heap on the ground near him. his wings slowing his fall enough that the trip wouldn't hurt too much. 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      And there he went.      Saber, being a SERVANT with quite a bit of agility, immediately tossed out a hand and caught Fayt before he could complete his unfortunate fall. "Whoops! You almost fell! That would have been quite a problem! It is a good thing I am here! Mm!"      And then she raised him to her face level again.      "Come now, Sir Supply Officer! You can do it! There is a fierce lion waiting to be unleashed inside of you! Just let loose and allow the primal fury to take hold!" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt let's out a tiny squeak as he's cought. He looks more than a little embaressed as he's brought up to face level again "Erm... rar? honestly I'm not the yelling type." He starts to struggle again. "Can this at least wait untill I'm back to normal? i'm not even sure what i'm supposed to be doing here." 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' Xiaomu makes her way into the area, her staff resting against her shoulder, its rings mostly quiet in this position. She has a look of not really wanting to be here AGAIN, but ... well, it's too early to know what she's going to have to do while she's here. The sage fox settles for just looking semi-balefully at Red Saber. The other part of the expression seems to be questioning, as in 'wtf are you doing'. 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      Saber just frowns.      And then she speaks into her phone. "We are having technical difficulties, so I regret to inform you that Sir Supply Officer's glorious proclamation will have to wait for another day." She puts away her cellphone after, mercifully waving the white flag for now.      For now.      "That was utterly weak! Sir Supply Officer, you will never be able to break free of the chains that bind you, quash the beast that looms over your soul, and rise up like that! I am truly, truly disappointed!"      Saber semi lectured, one hand holding up Fayt, and another resting against a hip. "If you wish to become an illustrious, great, radiant figure that is even one tenth comparable to me, then you must break free of the chains and show the universe the true force of your will!"      And then she nodded to herself, smiling. "Mm! Yes, I am truly a fount of wisdom, I know! Even the God Mars cannot help but be inspired by my ingenuity!"      Xiaomu's arrival was either not noticed or not acknowleged yet.      Perhaps this was Fayt's chance to escape the overbearing woman? 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt just stares at Saber, a somwaht terrified look plastered across his face. The only words he manages to squeak out are a simple. "Um... sorry?" It's pretty obvious that's he's under more than a little stress right now and getting forced onto public broadband like that likley didn't help things much. If Xiaomu's going to do anything, she might want ot act fast. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' "There you are!" Xiaomu (finally) exclaims, dashing over to the table and attempting to scoop Fayt up. "I've been looking all over for you, Fayt, how could you wander off with a strange woman and not tell anyone where you were going?" Paying absolutely no heed to the Red Saber, Xiaomu turns to leave again - probably by the same warpgate that brought her here - and still 'chiding' Fayt. "You know you have to be more careful than that, Fayt; if not for your own sake, then think about all the shipments that people are counting on you and your company to deliver ... !" 

:'''{{#var:880|Red Saber (880)}} has posed:'''      ".........."      Fayt is removed from her presence, and Saber is not even spared a single moment of attention.      ".........."      She simply stands there, dumbfounded as the two eventually vanish from sight.      And then realization kicks in.      Naturally, this is not handled well.      "How /dare/ that woman! Who was she even!? To ignore I, the great N=" Oops, she almost said her true name. Good thing she stopped herself. "- the great Emperor Saber! What utter disrespect! I am appalled!"      And to accompany those words, Saber merely stomped the ground childishly and pouted, having a mild hissy fit all to herself.      ...Let's leave her be. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     As Xiaomu grabs Fayt, there's a small squeak, followed by Fayt squirming for a moment, untill he realizes who it is. At which point he promptly deflates, body going limp as he mutters a simple. "Thank you." 

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2901/Of testing and tennis balls

2015-08-26T14:31:45Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt mentioned on Radio that he's set up to run a little experiment, and even called on radio for anyone who wants to see it. With that in mind. The lab at Castle Ravus has been rearranged slightly. tables have been moved aside to make a space in the middle of the room, where a metal plate has been placed down. Near it on a small table sits a small pile of tennis balls, one of which is faintly glowing, along with oddly enough, a rock. Fayt stands near the table, calmly waiting to see if anyone showes up. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline doesn't particularly care for labs after her experience inside one, but Fayt seemed nice so she came over to help him. Soon after Fayt's invite, the soft metallic whisper of Evangeline in flight reaches his ears before she floats through the door. She stops just inside the door, then raises a sleeve-arm to wave to him before she floats over to him. "...Hello Fayt...what are you doing...?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt's 'lab' is...     Well, it's a fairly large room lined with series of tables, covered in all sorts of random stuff In all honestly it looks more like someone's (very) poorly kept garage. The only stand out thing about it being a series of what appears to be wooden panels set in hte walls of the room, all glowing a soft white.     Fayt picks his head up as he hears Evangeline. "Hmm. Ah! Hello. I'm about to run a little experiment on transfering enchantments. You can come in if you want to see it." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline nods her head lightly before she floats down near Fayt. "...do you need any assistance...?" she asks, looking over the pile of tennis balls and the rock. She pauses as she sees the rock, then stares a bit. "...why do you have only one rock..?" she asks as she stares at it, her head tilted slightly in curiousity. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "THe rock?" Fayt idly picks it up. "Alright, so what I did was enchant a tennis ball..." he picks up the glowing one in his other hand. "to pass along an enchantment when it hits something. Namely, I tried to make it pass along it's ability to bounce. So take this metal plate on the floor, as you can see it's a normal plate, nothing's been done to it, here.." He idly holds the rock over it and lets go, There's a clang as it hits the plate, causing Fayt to wince. "Hmm... maybe should of used something a little quitier. Sorry about that." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline is quiet for a few moments after the clang. Then, she slowly looks over at Fayt. "...the plate and rock did not bounce much..." she says, then slowly turns her head to look down at the plate and rock. "...it is alright...loud noises do not bother me..." she says, then she leans forward and her fingers extend from her sleeve-like arm to pick up the rock. "...now...the tennis ball..." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Right!" Fayt smiles "So, I COULD jsut enchant hte plate directly, but what I'm working on here is a way ot enchant things remotely, in this case I just tag it with the ball..." He holds the ball out and drops it over the plate, a few multicolored sparks fly from where the ball impacts the plate, before it bounces away towards a corner of the room. "If it all worked properly, then we should be able to bounce that rock off this plate now." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline watches the ball fall, then flinches at the sparks. She pauses a moment as the ball bounces away and Fayt explains, then she straightens up again and looks over at the rock in her hand. She headtilts slightly, then holds the rock out carefully and drops it toward the plate. "...bounce..." she says, as if trying to encourage the experiment to work, but with her monotone voice the inflection isn't really there. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     There's a loud clang as the rock hits the plate... and just sits there. for several moments, Fayt just stands there, staring down at the plate, not moving much. Right as the silence is about to get unbareable, Fayt speaks up. "I think I made a mistake somewhere, That's odd, I thought I got the enchantment right..." Carefully he leans down to inspect the plate. at the same time, the tennis ball from early bounces along behind him, letting out a few sparks with eaach bounce as it heads towards the other end of the room. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline slowly raises an arm and scratches her head gently as the rock does not bounce. Then, she turns her head to look at the ball bouncing along with the sparks still flying from it. She headtilts slightly, then floats after it. "...the ball...it is still bouncing...and sparking..." she says softly as she follows it. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt idly pokes at the plate a few times, actually grapping hte rock and dropping it meer centimeters over the plate for good measure. "Could of swornd I had everything right... huh?" he picks he head up to look at Evangeline, right as the ball bounces back to the other side of the room, Moments later it heads back the other way AGAIN, this time catching Fayt's attention as he watches it disappear under a table. "What the..."     Also sstrange, the ball seems to be picking up speed as it keeps bouncing along, odd. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline follows the ball about the room, gaining speed as it does. She starts to reach out for it, floating down lower. She almost has it when...bonk! She flies into that table which the ball bounced under. She bounces away herself, arching and flipping through the air a couple of times until she can stabilize herself. "...it...keeps bouncing...but...a regular ball stops bouncing after a few bounces..." she says as she floats toward the table again, about to peek under it. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:''' "h-hey! you alright there?" Fayt stands up, walking over towards the table and kneeling down a few feet away to glance under it. "The enchantment should only go off the first time it hits something, and even then it should be what it hits, this sounds like it's re-enchanting itself..." The ball meanwhile, gets stuck bouncing between the underside of the table and the floor, sparks flying everywhere as all the impacts allow it to rapidly speeds up. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline leans over the top of the table to peek underneath, her head ending up upside down right beside Fayt's head. "...a ball...that will never stop bouncing..." she says softly, then looks over at Fayt. "...that is impressive...but eventually it will gain so much momentum that it will become dangerous...we must stop it..." she says, then she holds a sleeve-like arm toward the tennis ball. The tip of her arm starts to glow red. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt, in typical Fayt fashion, leans away from Evangeline slighly as her head approaches his. This turns out to be a good thing, as the ball finally hits something hiding under the table, and very quickly shoots through the area where Fayt's head was moments ago. "GAH!" The ball loudly SLAMS into the opposite wall, quickly rushing back towards them! 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline reacts in a split second as the ball rushes by then back toward them. As it flies back, a powerful beam of sinister-looking red energy surrounds it, and the ball likely disintegrates. Of course, the beam is a little powerful for handling a tennis ball, so Fayt may end up with a hole in his wall. After the beam is fired, Evangeline looks over at Fayt. "...are you alright..?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt turns around just in time to see the ball get zapped, along with the wll behind it, He lets out a small sigh. "I appanretly need to work out a few bugs." he turns to look over at Evangeline. "Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine, though it's back to the drawing board with this idea I guess."" 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline reaches out slowly to pat Fayt on the head gently, then shakes her head. "...even though it did not do what you wanted...it was impressive...I imagine a spell like that would have a lot of uses..." she says, then looks toward the hole in the wall. She looks down, as if ashamed. "...I am sorry...about your wall..." she says. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt looks like a little embaressed as Evangeline pats him on the head. "Um... d-don't worry about the wall, I can fix that easily enough, dealing with the ball was more important. T-thanks for stopping it, by the way." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline just nods her head gently as she is thanked. "...you are welcome...I could not let you get hurt...allies are important, and should protect each other..." she says, then she looks at the stack of balls still on the table. "...were you hoping to repeat the experiment..?" she asks before floating back over toward that table. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt moves over to the pile. "Well, I only enchanted the one so far. After what happened he..." he forwns. "I'll have to spend some time going back over my notes, try to figure out why it did that. Might take awhile." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline floats around the table, then nods. "...I'm sorry it did not work...I am sure your next try will be better..." she says, then she pauses and just floats there. Though she is perfectly still, it is clear she is unsure of what to do now. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Thanks." He sighs. "Anyway I think that's it for the moment. I'll have to go over y notes and call someone down to help with the wall. You can go if you want. Sorry it didn't quite work out, thanks for stopping by though." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline nods again, then is still a moment before she floats toward Fayt and...wraps her arms around him gently in a careful hug. "...do not work too hard..." she says, then she floats back toward the door, spinning slowly through the air once before disappearing through it. 

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2570/Hot Rock Highway

2015-07-04T01:06:48Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     The Union has a problem.     They need ot move some supplies, machine parts, weaponey, including at least a few expermental weapons, from thier production facalities out to a base set near an oasis in the Desert Mountains, to do that they're sending a convy though Hot Rock Highway. The highway itself is uninteresting, an empty stretch of road winding through the dunes and wrecked equipment that makes up a lot of the region.     The road isn't the problem. The Real issues is what's on it. lately there's been sightings of Red Union scavengers along the roadside, and there's rumors going around that say they've claimed the area as part of their terrority.     With that rumor in mind, the Union has sent a request for some Elite assistence, just incase the rumors are true. They've sent a convoy of 5 large trucks out along the highway, hopefully too small to get the Red Union's attention, and if not, maybe the presence of elites will make them think twice before attacking. 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Supplies and machinery parts was the primary reason Corona Arclite was here. A portion of those goods came out of the work contracts the Union established with Loadstar's industries, and the Cassavhan family doesn't take ensuring the safety of their clients' goods lightly. They probably would of offered one of the supply mega-locomotives from Brimsteel, if it wasn't for the fact that there wasn't any suitable railways going to where the stuff needed to get to. So instead they provided a specialist along with their share of the materials. May actually be in the Union's favor, as it was hardly the first time Corona has had to accompany a supply convoy across extreme and potentially hazardous enviroments potentially boistered with bandits. Every bit of time in the last two weeks she could get the machinist squeezed into rebuilding her ride -- previously demolished in the fight against Behemoth -- for the mission. Now the new and improved steampunk 'bike', more like a strange tripodal buggy by this point (https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B-upRyQ8WcGqSk1zRHo0S0d2NW8/view?usp=sharing), was cruising alongside the convoy as escort. So far, so good, but Corona had her trusty shotgun and a few other surprises at hand for when this going possibly got tough. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' Rocket and Groot answered the call from the Union for Elites, because the price was right. They've found themselves a surplus military dunebuggy and are rolling along beside the caravan guarding one of the flanks. Groot -- sized so that he is just humorously shoved in with his knees almost at chest level and holding the steering wheel with both hands between them -- is driving the four wheeled vehicle and is ready to man the smaller of the two machine guns mounted on the vehicle. Meanwhile, Rocket is in the rear, upper turret -- surrounded by additional weapons -- manning the fifty calliber gun mounted so that it extends over the driver's roll cage and the engine block. Rocket yells out in pleasure as the dune buggy its a small rise and takes to the air for a moment. Yeah, between his yell and the reving of the engine, the pair aren't going for stealth right now, because while it may just be a job there's no reason not to have fun doing it also! (OOC: Rocket and Groot are in a surpluss US Army Desert Patrol Vehicle (or Fast Attack Vehicle) circa 1991 Operation Desert Storm as can be seen in the two following links: http://farm3.staticflickr.com/2351/2183406772_aa04967a71_o.jpg and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desert_Patrol_Vehicle 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     Pulling up the very rear of the convoy is Reker, driving his JLTV. The armored vehicle seems to be equipped with an automated turret that can be controlled by the driver from inside of the vehicle, and instead of the usual .50 caliber M2, this one is equipped with an M134 'Minigun'. The turret is swivling around from point to point, watching the sides of the road where it can.     Inside of the vehicle, Reker is kitted out with his best loadout from Gun Gale Online, the Marine ready to engage targets without the vehicle if need be. He's had to do it before, he sees no reason why he wouldn't do it again here should the need arise. Reker's Vehicle: http://i.imgur.com/dLmzIjo.jpg) 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     The highway is quiet, not a sole for miles untill...     Up ahead in the distence, there's a small group gathered around a pickup, a drive with one or two men picking on the wreckage of na old jeep, hacking at the engine with crobars and saws, the truck has hte image of a scarred fist holding up a broken tool of some sort... it's the Red Union logo.     As one, the group turns and stares at the convoy for several seconds as it rolls into view, before they hop back in the truck, and book it out over a nearby hill. Maybe the sight of armed elites drove them off?     The answer to that comes in the form of a flare flying up into the sky, that explodes with a loud howling noise. Moments later there's the roaring of engines quickly drawing closer to the convy.     A voice breaks in over everyone's radio it sounds, angry, angery and REALLY annoyed. "Alright #653*heads! Get yer ears open. This is Allan Bodily, you're in my turf so here's what's going to happen. I'm gonna demand you surrender your cargo in return for safe passage. You're gonna say no and probably spout some dumb &*^ about justice and freedom, and then I'm telling my boys to rip you limb from $*(ing limb. Got it? Here we go: Surrender your cargo now!"     Well, it's not the most orthadox of demands, but at least he knows how this kind of setup usually works out. 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Even with the assortment of vehicles rumbling along around her Corona's acute ears, trained over the years to pick up that one sound amongst the cacophony of machinery surrounding it, catchs the faint reverb of an engine different from the familiar ones in the convoy from the distance. By the time she's pulled ahead a bit with her vehicle to turn her brass goggles shielded vision in that direction it's turned into a chorus of multiple such sounds approaching over the rise as someone bitches at them over the radio. She probably rolls her eyes but it's impossible to see behind the goggles as she reachs over to grab the handpiece to the clockpunk CB unit of her buggy and hold it to the side of her mouth.     "Nobody cares 'bout yer li'l desert playground, so here's a better notion. Y'all just go back to pickin' part whatever machine carcass ya were accoustin' and none of yer li'l banditos gotta end up in a short pine box beneath the dunes." ... Well at least there wasn't the drawn out lecture about justice and whatnot he was expecting, right? Probably because Corona prefers to let such 'speeches' be made by her frontier justice in the form of the personalized shotgun she grabs after putting down the speaker unit and flicks the safety off with her thumb, all while keeping the other hand firmly on the handlebars. Nope, she doesn't expect the Bodily brigade to listen to her suggestion any more than she doesn't intend to listen to his. 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' There's a pop in the air, a flare marking exactly where the Red Union has run into some free loot. It wasn't exactly free, but the price to extract it made it more than acceptable. Especially because they added a free performance, and an ally had called for some 'help'. What's a teenager to do, except make themselves useful? As the roaring of engines draws closer to the convoy from the front and sides - Allan's Red Union growing every closer, it's not the only issue there. There's a sudden break of shadow on the highway, the convoy of Union folks getting a bit of shadow each. They likely don't even have the time to look up before there's a massive eruption of sand, something slamming into the ground behind the convoy, tossing up a cloud of sand - before the sound of drums erupts, sending what is exactly a wave of sand forwards, washing towards the back of the convoy. Whatever slammed into the ground behind the convoy doesn't immediately move. Treads begin to chew into the sand, engines used to keep the machine afloat instead being used on the ground to keep on the convoy. A giant heart shaped tank managing to keep pace suddenly cutting off the 'turn around' escape route. Tethered to the very front, Nonon extends a hand from the very midsection of the heart shaped 'tank', dressed in what seems to be bones and black, a truly grim attire compared to the pink, green and white motif of the tank. "Ahahah~!" She spins the baton in her hand, raising it forwards. It shoots fire, because /why not/. Corona's words and her shotgun are of course /noted/ but... "There'll be more than just machine's here to pick clean if you talk like that~, but I think the vultures will more than happy to help us with that part!" She cheerfully exclaims. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' "I don't think so, mister!" Rocket yells over the engine noise in the direction of the 'blockade' and then "Get ready to open up at `em, Groot," to his friend as he locks the first round into the chamber of his gun so he's ready to open up himself. "I am Groot!" ((Right with you, Rocket!)) Groot replies as he brings the vehicle to a stop and readys his own weapon. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     Okay so they're surrounded. That simplifies things. Reker turns the turret on his truck around to take aim at the massive tank....Thing behind him, "I knew I should have saved up to buy the tank." Reker mutters to himself inside of his truck. Maybe after he wins BoB he take take the winnings and buy himself a tank. Yeah, that would be sweet.     Okay time to focus. The minigun begins to spin up, but hasn't fired anything yet, though it may just be Reker getting a target. He comes over the short-wave radio to the others in the convoy, <We've got company on our six. I'd recommend we make a decision, either we run this death trap or we circle the weagons. But whatever we're gonna do, we better do it quick." 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     "Like clockwork. BOYS! #&* 'em up!"     The roar of the engines is mixed with mad yelling and howling now as the vehices pour into view. Several bikes and buggis of various styles, each one seemingly cobbeled together from parts that have clearly come from several different sources. The men are a bit odd. not the usual skulls and mohawks bunch, they wear patch workarmor over what looks like simple work uniforms. Everything has the same logo: A scarred fist holding up various broken tools.     finally, there's the ROAR of a much louder engine as something rolls down a side street and turns to take up a position at the back of the convoy, it's...     It's a truck, two trucks, or at least that's what it might of been at some point. Now it's a massive battering ram on wheels, heavily armored and wide enough to block both lanes of the road, it's front? A brutal looking plow that a few creative types have scrawled obscene messages over. and behind the wheel is one ANGRY looking Allan.     Suffice it to say stopping or slowing down would be a BAD idea, and turning back is out of the question. This convoy is either going to reach it's destination, or die trying. 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' Oh, they /really/ are interested in Allan, aren't they? Barely even noticed by Rocket and his tree, and one has their lips flapping already~. Allan, of course, joins Nonon behind the convoy, "Looks like they're going to have to keep their eyes and ears open~!" With the massive battering ram wall that Allan has put up, Nonon is happy to take part in the 'back' line of the back line, Symphonia Regalia Grave sucking in air as the minigun spins, but does not fire. "If you're going to put on a performance, you all better make it a fitting swan song! So all I need now is your SCREAMS!" The sound of drums returns, heavy beats from the tank as the eight massive speakers pound. Another wall of sand erupts towards the convoy, threating only to bother. Except there's more. The sound of a guitar rips through the speakers, just as /literal notes/ rip through the air, digging into the ground and sand and plinking off metal. If they hit juuust right, they stick into metal even, like some sort of shrapnel cannon - except Nonon doesn't seem to need something like 'bullets'. Her aim specifically seems to be Reker at this moment, because he's pointing that oh so deadly weapon towards her. Yet it might be hard to get a bead on them. The wall of sand Nonon is apparently keen on kicking up to cloud them from behind may be a continual problem. 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' <We stop and we're sittin' dead ducks,> Corona replies to Reker's query, though it's as much to the benefit of the other escort and the convoy's drivers as well. <I'd make a witty comparison to a cattle drive but betcha the relation would just be lost and confusin'. No 'ffense. But only way we're gettin' anywhere is goin' through.> That said and done she opens the throttle of her buggy, bright plumes briefly flaring out of the back-slung exhausts from the burst of power as she accelerates closer to the front of the convoy. She's got her shotgun at hand, but the inbound bandits are a bit out of it's up-close-and-brutal range. That's okay, though. This is a situation she's familiar with and because of that is exactly why the rebuild made a few changes. "Welp. Guess it's good of time as any to test the new bits." The vixen might be grinning a little more eagerly than necessary for the matter as she uses one foot to stomp a heel on a control lever concealed amongst the other pedals. Panels shift and tubing folds out of the way as a pair of gear and pulley driven gunpods extend out of the sides of the buggy. "Warned 'em they shoulda just let be. But they ain't listenin' so bring out the buffet of pipin' hot lead!" As the machinery locks into place and reachs speed the clockpunk scatterblasters roar to life in peppering fire at the oncoming horde of bandits! Corona's sensative ears splay back beneath the brim of her hat at the ruckus Nonon starts raising behind them. Goddamn that's almost worst than the potential hazard of driving headlong into oncoming marauders. Almost. 

:'''{{#var:781|Rocket (781)}} has posed:''' "" Rocket replies to Corona's comement and then asks Reker, "<Need backup back there?>" Even as he asks he and Groot open fire on the trucks ahead of the caravan. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     "Probably soon!" Reker retorts to Rocket as the shrapnel starts to hit his vehicle, those notes jutting out of it in weird angles. He's thankfully safe inside for now, but the vehicle's health bar on his HUD is starting to drop rather quickly. That's not good at all.     He opens fire with the minigun, intent on shooting down Nonon with the 7.62mm hail of bullets from the weapon, "I need to get something bigger!" He yells to nobody in particular, trying to shoot down notes out of the air when he can spot them coming in, and spraying bullets at and around the tank in the mean time. Thankfully there's no shortage of bullets for this particular weapon, so he's got ammo to spare 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     with the streetsweeper in place, the resto f hte Red union starts to close in, worringly, they ignore the elites, the real prize is the trucks! The bikes and buggies start trying to get alongside the trucks, inching up to line up with the drivers, though several get gunned down by the present elites, more shrapnel littering hte road as hte bodies get sent flying.readying shotguns, rifles, crossbows.. if it makes death at a dsitence, they've got it.     There is however, some exceptions to this, as a few do break off ot deal with the elites. A metal whine can be heard as a Red union member stands up in his side car, holding out a chainsaw as the vehicle careens towards Rocket and Groot's vehicle, and anothe vehicle, a buggy with what appears to be a makeshift crossbow for a turret fires what appears to be a heavy bolt made of rebar at her vehicle. 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' The tank Regalia plows through the sand, throwing it behind it while it blasts it infront of it, the bass of the speakers doing exactly what they were designed to do. Play it /loud/. And loud it is played. Corona tests out the new bits, which seem to definitely make Nonon peer, an eyebrow raising as she clasps the hat to her head with one hand, the shoulder batons swinging to continue the onslaught! Or at least /loud ass music/ that Corona's sensative ears are suffering from. It's only going to get louder, Corona. Still, gunpods open fire at the bandits, and Nonon... well, those aren't her bandits. So what purpose does she have of getting angry about them? Or their succes - or especially their failure. "What's wrong, already lost the will to - " Gunfire. Lots of it! Ducking under the 'mouth' of the tank, the bullets mostly slam into the armoring, metallic parts of the massive tank gaining unSIGHTly holes, a speaker blowing out from the impact of the bullets with a horrible whine - likely to Corona's chargrin. That will /not/ be pleasant. It is, however, the sound of progress. "You ASS!" She exclaims, waving out and flailing a baton. The bullets are still there, but they whiz past her. Except for one, by luck, going straight between the eyes. "-!" What happens is odd, the clothing she is wearing gaining a rather sudden and harsh gash along the side. No damage to her forehead, or hat, but a clear gash on the clothing. "THAT'S IT!" The music increases in strength, a sudden almost /rainbow/ of music arching from the back of the convoy towards the front, right before where they're all aimed towards to drive at. "You're NOT GETTING AWAY NOW!" It impacts, slamming hard, a cacophony where the impact is made, much like an artillery shell almost - except the music, notes and lines like sheet music through the air, explode outwards before 'vanishing', intending to force them to /slow down/ or stop and impact Allan's streetsweeper. There is a crater though... might be rampable? Two whizzing blades shoot through the sky towards Reker, cymbals flying through the air. Heavier than the notes and about as wide as a foot, they're certainly more of a threat! 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Shrapnel and debris littering the highway is going to make it literal hell for anyone else to drive down. All the more reason to make it the first time, one supposes. Junk on the ground is one of the reasons Corona's cowpunk buggy has big reinforced wheels with guard fenders in the back and a heavy duty tread pod instead of front wheels. Scrap littered terrain isn't going to be a problem, at least for her. Scrap being used as projectiles, on the other hand... Well, she might actually be a little jealous she didn't think of McGuyvering a pole chucker first, but that's not important right now. Corona veers to the side, only for a metallic crunch and smoke splaying from the left side as a chunk of what was probably an ammo belt clattering across the pavement as the rebar harpoons through the left scatterblaster pod, enticing a string of cursing as well. However annoying as that may be, the convoy and it's supplies are the primary objective. Trying to distract them from interviening is not what she intends on letting some freak with a bar flinger do. Corona starts to pull back alongside the convoy again, this time with her shotgun in hand. Up at close range snapping off shots at cycles or guys trying to get out onto the trucks the firearm is much more effective. She doesn't seem particularly preturbed that they might fall off and get crushed under the other vehicles. She's a woman of the frontier, you do this sort of stupid shit and you get what's coming to you if run over by your fellow bandits is what happens. Her own vehicle, with the bladed guards around the front tread and the heavy reinforcement on the back wheels, at least makes an imposing obstacle to the bikers trying to get close to one of the trucks. 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     Okay this is getting pretty insane. Reker is trying to evade the fire that's coming in on him, but the truck isn't the most maneuverable thing ever. Both of those cymbals come down and crash into the vehicle. He starts to spin out, throwing the vehicle into reverse as he tries to recover. Okay, no problem he thinks.     Sure he's looking right at the giant tank thing now, but he's got an idea. It's a terrible idea, but it's an idea. He jams his foot down on the pedal and opens his menu up, swiping over to the explosives inventory, as he pulls out all of the satchel charges he has on him, and a detonator.     He stacks all of the satchel charges in the front seat, making sure to put one down on the gas pedal, and then shoves the detonator into one of the bombs, "This is going to hurt." He mutters to himself, as he jams the vehicle back into drive, heading straight towards Nonon, "PREPARE TO SUFFER THE WRATH OF JEEP STUFF!"     Reker bails out of the door of the truck, and will detonate it as soon as it crashes into Nonon's massive vehicle. He just hopes he survives the high speed fall. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     The Red Union is many things, angry to a fault, vengeful, EXREAMLY violent. Suprisingly though, they're not compleatly unhinged. so when Corona's buggy comes close to one of the bikes, it breaks off immeidatly to handle the bigger problem, and when the passenger is shot dead, the driver immeidatly goes to pull off the road to get awat form the street sweeper. Unfortunatly this causes two more bikes to break off, turning around to aim their rifles right at her, while the bolt thrower repositions to take aim again... 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' The wrath of JEEP stuff? "Are you ALREADY bleeding from your ears?" She asks, in response to Reker's attempt. The giant tank charges straight towards the jeep, Nonon watching close as she sees the bomb. Eyes, narrow in confusion, realize at the last moment that 'oh, - "YOU DAMN BASTARD!" She yells out, the shockwave from the Regalia Symphonia echoing outwards, through out sand and shrapnel as she attempts to blow the jeep straight away. It's going too fast, and too hefty, to do so though. The explosion in the burst of sand is like a sand tsunami, erupting from the earth as if they had struck sandy black gold, a geyser of it. Soon after, what seems to be instruments. Drums, tubas, horns, all of them tumbling outwards, as if there was a sudden bursting/emptying of something. The metallic clattering is annoying... but it shouldn't hurt the ears of everyone, especially not Corona. At the end, crashing down into the sand and rolling a few times, Nonon comes to a stop - her outfit about her having switched back to normal. Torn, worn and shorn, it's barely holding together - and her hat especially has seen better days. She skids to a stop, laying face down in the sand for a bit before spitting some out. "... That dumb asshole..." She growls. "Hope he died from that..." 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona leaves it to Rocket and his 'houseplant' to deal with the longer range targets with the weaponry their military buggy is packing. Let's her focus on the thugs actually getting close to the convoy. Which isn't exactly an easy thing. The bikes are certainly smaller and more maneuverable than her ride. As they come around and aim their rifles she grunts, making a mental note she should really add a rollcage or something similar to this vehicle. She fires her shotgun at one, but the guy on the other side has a clear shot that shatters a shoulder guard and tears up a chunk of her vest, which thank heavens is reinforced! Being shot is nothing new to her, but that doesn't mean it don't sting like a sunnovabitch. The bolt thrower is going to have it's own problems though. With a growl through gritted teeth from the shot Corona leans back in her seat, though this also allows her enough space to use one of her boots to shove a lever. "Let's see how ya varmints take some -real- heat!" The two nozzle-like fixtures on the front of the vehicle's 'hood' draw up heat from the depths of the vehicle's steampunk workings to spew out twin jets of blue-green flame at the more priority target of the bolt thrower, though bikers probably aren't going to want to get very close to those, either! 

:'''{{#var:631|Reker (631)}} has posed:'''     It seems Reker is not dead, despite being in close range to the explosion. With the blast having sent him flying, he's currently laying on his back looking up at the sky, "Ow." He mutters to himself, looking at his health bar get dangerously low. It's down in the red, so he thinks he's going to just lay there for now. He knows Corona will be able to pull it out and get the Convoy the rest of the way home safely. 

:'''{{#var:123|Allan Bodily (123)}} has posed:'''     There's a loud crash as the remains of Reker's jeep slam into the Streetsweeper's plow, getting violenty thrown up and over the massive vehicle. Meanwhile, the bikes keep a carefuly distence from Corona's flamethrowers, before suddenly the entire Red Union pulls away, pulling away, retreating back behind ths streetsweeper as a loud horn suddenly sounds and allan's voice speaks up over radio. "PACK IT IN BOYS! That's as far as we go. Got a Union base up ahead, and besides, seems one of 'em decided to pay the toll. Thanks for the jeep bucko! Or whatever's left of it anyway."     As the Massive vehicle pulls to a stop, the convoy would find the oasis they were looking for coming into view on the horizon. The shipment is safe, though the Union will likely need to found a new supply route through the area. 

:'''{{#var:711|Corona Arclite (711)}} has posed:''' Corona Arclite retracts the weapons when the scavangers start backin' off. But keeps her other foot on the throttle, because slowing down is not a good thing to do just in case it's some sort of feint. That and she really needs to get that shoulder bandaged up once they get to the outpost. 

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2137/Sparring: Fayt Vs Xiaomu

2015-05-01T15:19:03Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Like he said he would, Fayt waits for Xiaomu at the ring of philosophy. He's actually standing in hte middle of the ring, holding his staff out in front of himself and looking perhaps just a bit nervous. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' By contrast, Xiaomu looks pretty well relaxed on her way into the Ring of Philosophy, the rings attached to her staff's headpiece jingling quietly every time the bottom end strikes the ground with her walking. "Hey Fayt," she calls out, waving to the trader-mage; she actually sets her staff aside before climbing into the ring itself, loosening up a bit as she goes. "So, wanna put any stakes on this? Make it a little more interesting?" she offers. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt waves back to Xiaomu as she calls out. "Hey." As Xiaomu mentiones stakes, his head slowly tilts ot the side. "Stakes?" his head tilts form side to side as he considers this. "What did you have in mind exactly?" 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' "Well, the odds are probably in my favor unless you really surprise me," Xiaomu admits with a lazy grin. "So I'm thinking ... if you manage to put me on the mats, I have to pay for the most expensive shipping option on my next order from you, or something." She shifts into what presumably is a combat ready stance; if Fayt knows his martial arts, he might be able to tell that Xiaomu's a practitioner of Shaolin kung fu, or something similar. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:''' Fayt nods slowly. "I guess i'm ok with that, but if I lose?" AS xiaomu takes up a stance, Fayt does one of one of his own, though it's weird, He holds his Staff out in front of him, pointing at xiaomu but his stance has him leaning back slightly, more like he's about to retreat than attack.     Then again, he is a mage. It'd make more sense that he'd want to keep his distence rather than closing in. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' Xiaomu shrugs, "If you lose? I wasn't gonna make you stake anything, but if you really want to ... hmmm." She ponders briefly, then shrugs. "If you come up with something you want to stake, lemme know. Like I said, though, I wasn't going to insist on it." She considers Fayt's stance ... then bolts in, trying to wrest the staff out of Fayt's hands. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "GAH!"     Fayt jerks his staff away, holdinging it close to his body, though there's a good chance Xiaomu is faster than him, and stronger, Fayt has a mages strength, which is to say none at all.     He is however, a quick spell caster, either she grabs hold of it or not Fayt is quick to utter two simple words. "Force wave."     A shockwave suddenly fires from Fayt's staff, fanning out to cover a large area in front of the tiny trader and hopefully force Xiaomu to back off in the process. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' "Oof - !" Xiaomu backpedals swiftly to keep her balance in the face of the force wave smacking into her, grinning despite the impact; Fayt's grip on his staff is protected for now, it appears. The sage fox's grin widens, and she gives Fayt a quick thumbs-up. "Good one!" she calls out, taking another look over Fayt's stance, recalling what she can of the spells she's seen or heard him use. "You ever think about making or getting something smaller for a focus? Just as a back-up for if you lose your staff, or can't bring it somewhere ..." She bounces on the balls of her feet briefly (despite still having her sandals on), then dashes to her left, apparently trying to circle around and close in behind Fayt. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "I can cast spells without it, I was doing that for awhile before I made this thing." As Xiaomu dashes around, Fayt turns to try and keep facing her, backing away as he moves. He also points his staff towards Xiaomu and says calmly. "Force bolt."     This time, a single bolt of energy fires from the staff, quickly flying towards The speedy foxgirl. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' Xiaomu lets out another yelp - audibly pained, if not too deeply, by the impact - and stumbles a bit. "Good, good ..." She pauses, thinking back. "You've got other variants on the force bolt spell, right? Like, a barrage swarm?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt responds by way of casting another spell. "force bolt." Sending another bolt of energy at Xiaomu as he keeps backing away from her. He then says soemthing else however. "Split."     Suddenly, the one force bolt splits into several, Xiaomu now has five of them headed her way! apparently, that was his way of saying 'yes'.     At the same time however, something odd happens. There's an odd eletric buzzing noise as what looks like multicolored electricty starts to dance around Fayt's head, not a lot, just enough to be noticable. Weird. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' "Kya!!" Xiaomu can't move fast enough to get out of the way of all five of those force bolts; two of them converge on her simultaneously, leaving her teetering - and a third one smacks into her, knocking her over. She PROBABLY could have done better at dodging, really - she wove through Lily White's rites of spring without spilling anything, after all - but then again, she also wasn't taking Fayt QUITE as seriously as she probably should have ... and she knows it, to judge by the rueful grin on her face. "So, most expensive shipping option next time I place an order through Black Dragon," she says as she gets back to her feet. "You feeling okay there, Fayt? Looks like you're sprouting a halo or something there ..." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Halo?" his eyes roll back for a moment, as he apparently tries to look up at his own head, frowning. "Um... d-don't worry about that!" He even waves his arms about frantically for a few mometns. "I'm alright, really! Anyway, are you alright over there?" He actually approaches Xiaomu now to check on her. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' The sage fox waves a hand, "Yeah, I'm fine, I've gotten knocked around worse than that during DDR night at Shinra headquarters." And then she lunges again, twisting around on the approach as she makes another attempt to wrest Fayt's staff away from him. It doesn't even seem to cross her mind that this might be a tactically bad move. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     There's a surprised yelp from Fayt as Xiaomu actually grabs the staff. "H-hey! Force bolt!" a single shot goes flying off in a random direction... "Turn!" Then quickly curve around to head towards Xiaomu. There's another buzz as the electricy around his head gets a little worse..     Fayt aslly franticly tres to pulls his staff away from Xiaomu. Unfortunatly Fayt has almost no physical strength to speak off, so he's unlikely to get ti away from Xiaomu unless she backs off quickly. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' Fortunately for Fayt's grip on his staff, the turning force bolt pegs Xiaomu before she can actually yank the staff out of his hands. She's giving that 'halo' of chaos energy a more worried look at this point, though. "Hey, Fayt? Serious question here ... is there a way you can use that discharge," she gestures near her own head, "against an opponent? Or is it too unpredictable for you to do anything that deliberate with it?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "If I can, I haven't figured it out yet." Fayt replies, as he QUICKLY backs away from Xiaomu. We don't want to fox near us, no we don't. He also however, quickly takes aim again as he puts some distence between them, sending another shot Xiaomu's way. "Force bolt." 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' From this distance, Xiaomu just drops into a low crouch; hopefully that's enough to let the bolt pass over her without harm. "We probably ought to lay off before that goes critical though, shouldn't we?" she points out ... Then reverses her crouch - or more specifically, plants her hands on the mats and swings her body forward, reaching out with her legs to try and entangle and trip Fayt. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt frowns as the bolt sails over Xiaomu, "Turn." There's another buzz and more electricy as he turns the bolt back towards her. Unfortunatly, she charges at him putting distence betwen her and the bolt. He brings up his staff to defend but he's too slow, there's a yelp as Xiaomu trips Fayt, dropping him to the ground with a dull thud. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' "Yeoooooooooowwwwwwww .... !" Thanks to her maneuver plus Fayt making the bolt turn back to home in on her, Xiaomu winds up tanking the force bolt with her head - and she's got more sensitive appendages up there than most humans do: her ears are a much bigger target than a human's ears, for one thing. And then there's her tails. She's not about to let Fayt up, though - even if the way she's tangling up with him also means she doesn't have an easy way to grab for his staff. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Not good, not good, not good!     Xiaomu is pactically on top of Fayt, and with the way things are now, he can't simply throw out a shock wave, not without possibly hurting himself in the process at least. Frantically, he pulls away from Xiaomu, trying to break free of her while also bringing his staff around to try and get a clear shot.     Xiaomu's likey a good deal stronger than him, this might prove more than a little difficult for Fayt. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' Strength is one thing, leverage is another. And Xiaomu isn't so desperate to 'beat' Fayt that she's going to stay on top of him for long - she lets the mage break free after a couple of seconds. "Gotta say, you're not bad in a one-on-one fight," she grins at Fayt. "What did you need to work on, specifically? Or was this just general 'staying in practice'?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt quickly scurries away as Xiaomu lets him go, scrambling to his feet as he tries to get some distence between them again. "Um.. t-thank you?" He's carefully watching Xiaomu now. "Hmm? Mostly this was just me trying to stay in practice, why?" 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' "Just wondering," answers Xiaomu, getting to her feet at a more relaxed pace. "As near as I can tell, you've got a set of basic principles down that *works* for what you can do. You're not really a trained martial artist, but you know your strengths and your weaknesses and you account for them." She pauses, considering briefly. "You might want to study staff combat techniques, though - be able to use that staff like a quarterstaff, to defend yourself without having to toss spells around. I don't know if you're limited on magical reserves or anything, but -" She indicates the 'static electricity around Fayt's head. "- that can't be good." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt nods slowy as he carefully appraoches Xiaomu again. "Well, I only have so much mana to thrwo around at any given time... I guess I could study fighting with a staff, but I don't really have the strength for it."     He freezes in place for a moment as xiaomu motions towards him, eyes rolling back as he looks up at the electricty around his head, and quickly lowers his head. "ERM... r-right, sorry about that." 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' "Only way you're going to develop that strength is by working at it, Fayt," Xiaomu replies with a mostly-patient tone. "I had to train into it too, so I know what I'm talking about." And on that note, she goes to retrieve her staff. "Wanna put in a bit of work," she asks, "or would you rather leave things at that for now?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Well... you have a point I guess... but It's a little late now so... erm..." He figits on the spot, seeming uneasy. carefully watching Xiaomu. She brings up some good points, but well... Fayt's Fayt, he can be REALLY bad about seeking help, even if it is obvious he needs it.     He watches Xiaomu for several moments, then. "H-how about we spar again sometime soon. I win? You take the most expensive shipping option on your next order. You win..." There's a long awkward pasue as he figits in place. "I'll train to improve whatever you tell me to. My strength, the surge." he points to the static around his head. "You name it, I'll deal with it, no arguing, alright?" He carefuly watches Xiaomu to see how she responds. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' Xiaomu raises her eyebrows. "You should train because you want to get better, not because you lost a bet," she points out. "But if that's what it's gonna take, then I won't hold back next time." Cue a biiiiiiiig cheery grin from the Chinese sage fox. Yeah, Fayt may well be doomed now. 

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1849/So about that hitchhiking incident...

2015-03-22T13:28:18Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     It's a typical day at the Dragon's Nest, Ships fill the sky, wating for a chance to land or looking for a way ot breat free from the crowd. workers scurry about, moving cargo and supplies...     Fayt sits in his office. and for once he's not doing paperwork. Having Called Finna down here for a talk, he sits and waits for her arrival.     also, there's what appears to be a turret offf a battleship, about the size of a desk lamp, sitting on a little table by the window. probably best not to ask about that. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     The almost completely unnoticeable sounds of pitter-pattering tiny feet may go very well unnoticed as a wall-crawling lizard slinks into Fayt's office through the window and up to the ceiling. The shift in the air from Finna taking human form whilst still clinging SOMEHOW might be more attention-getting, but even if it isn't...     "BOO!"     Even if it doesn't, Finna swings down to facing Fayt across the desk.... while upside down.     And instead of her usual attire she's wearing a sparklingly pristine cerulean sundress, leaving her arms uncovered. And unlike before she's letting her tattoos - elaborate tribal markings of strange swirls and branching patterns wrought in shimmery, mesmerizing Moonsilver - show freely.     Grinning audaciously, she waits just long enough for gravity to NEARLY invert the dress' skirt to indecent levels before releasing her ceiling-walk, spinning around, and seating herself on the desk with the lightest impact - though her gown settles, she somehow managed to neither start a big THUMP or scatter any papers.     "A private rendevzvous is it?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "GAH!" Fayt nearly jumps out of his chair as there's suddenly a Finna hanging over it! He sort of...stares at her for a moment, cleary more than a bit shocked as she drops down to sit on his desk. "I... um... Hi?"     A moment of silence, before Fayt shakes his head clear. "I really need to do something about that window." frowning slightly, he looks back up to Finna. "Right, that's for coming erm... you're not gonna sit there the whole time, are you?"     In the back of his mind, Fayt begins to wonder if this was a good idea. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Unsurprisingly, Finna ends up laughing at Fayt's reaction just briefy, and then surprisingly does indeed scoot off the desk to stand properly. The grin's gone...     "Watching you squirm and scream has its allure!" The foxgirl begins, brushing an arm off and straightening her dress before planting a hand on her hip and frowning herself.     "But shuffle away any ideas about me being empty-headed. I get you're pissed over something." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Finna would find There's an extra chair she could use if she wanted. Fayt meanwhile, simply sighs and nods. "Alright, so... Finna? What were you doing hiding on one of my ships? We're allies, so I doubt you were up to anything terrible, but still If you needed a ride or wanted a look inside the ship, why didn't you ask?"     Fayt's once again doing his best to sound professional, despite both what just happened, and the fact that he's trying to deal with Finna, who's well... Finna. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Finna ends up sighing. Her tail manages to ELONGATE and grab the chair, yanking it over to her so she doesn't have to roam and get it. She plops down on it with ears drooping flatly against her head and as our look on her face.     "All these darn rules everywhere.... sheeesh. It wasn't any plot! Dumb luck. I happened to be near one of your stops in Summer after chasing a beast. Big beast. Got too close to the city though so I had to call it off and look for a meal there. But it was too damned hot I felt like the blesh was going to melt off my bones! ... Then I saw your ships there. I didn't even really think about it. Sneaking's so second nature to me I just hopped in, found a corner by the air conditioning and took a breather." Embarassed, she now ends up scratching the back of her head and blushing a little.     "I guess the breather turned into a nap." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Finna's explanation gets a blank look from Fayt. "You... you snuck onto one of my ships, for air conditioning?"     There's a slight twitch at the corners of Fayt's mouth, followed by a small, strained noise. Is he trying not to laugh?     "Well, I can see it was only an accident, so I'm not angry. That said if..." There's that noise again. "...if you could be a bit more careful in the future? I'm not equipped to carry passangers normally you know." He sounds just a little funny now, like he's trying REALLY hard not to react. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Finna puffs up her cheeks and leans in with intensely narrowed eyes. "Yeah. You ever try chasing a beast through a tropical jungle with a full winter coat? Tell me if you wouldn't be almost delirious from it." Poutily she once aain takes her seat, arms folded.     "Could've fooled me... your ship's better equipped than the airboats I've been on!" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     There's that noise again, it's pretty obvious he's trying REALLY hard not ot laugh at this.     and then she leans in, causing him to lean back in his chair before sunnenly. "N-no I-PFFFFFTHeheheheheohgodsdamnit!"     Fayt sort of deflates in his chair, slumping over as he hangs hsi head. "Hehehe-I hehe. Sorry just... Really?" He looks at Finna and he's clearly TRYING to pull himself togethr, but yeah, he's clearly lost it. "That's kinda... wow." 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Blink blink PEER.     Finna might just be mystified to see the normally timid Fayt honestly laughing. The mystified look turns into a sheepish grin moments later. "You popped." The words are said so quietly, so disbelievingly, that she has to repeat them a few moments later, laughing herself. "You popped! Ahahaha... you do know how to laugh!"     And for whatever reason this please her. She ends up rubbing at her face before slapping down both hands onto the desk.     "It's all sealed up so the bugs don't get in easily. Weather's shut out, it doesn't rock and sway from the tiniest winds..."     The technology level of Creation is definitely to blame for this comparison. "Oh, and taking care of business doesn't involve dropping your pants and scooting halfway over a deck railing."     She's... PROBABLY not being serious THERE though. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Finna slapping her hands on the desk snaps Fayt out of it, mostly. He's obviously having a lot of trouble snapping back to his usualy professional self. "S-sorry! Sorry! It's just... really? We're not cruel you know, could of asked and someone would of helped you." A pause then, "Wait, I what now?" He shakes his head. "Ok, I get it, the ship was nice." He lets out a deep breath, sinking into his chair. "..I don't think I needed to know that last one, thank you." 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Another sigh from Finna, along with a slightly wry twist of her lips, and... "That said I guess I do owe ya for the ride... money's the least interesting thing to offer though. Favor for a favor? I'd suggest other things," the young woman goes on, tilting her head to aim a carefree gaze Fayt's way...     "Buuuuuut you'd probably blush so hard there'd be blood all oer the walls for one thing.... i could go stir up some chaos for a rival, hehehe..." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     At the mention of blushing, Fayt in fact, blushes. "I um... L-let's not talk about that ok?" After a pause, he adds. "You helped me out in that fight when I found out you were hitchhiking, so we'll call it even? Just... try not to do that again, alright?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Finna blinks... disappointment? But only for a split-second does she eem confused. Very quickly she tilts her head coyly, tail wagging behind her as she rises. "Well, I'm fine with that.... kinda surprised YOU are though. Nothing to be chicken about if you ask me--" ...is that referencing the first proposition or the second?     "--But there's no point without a partner in crime..."     That DOES mean the latter, right? 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt's head slowly tilts to the side. "I'm not sure I get what you're talking about?" his head tilts form side to side for a moment. "I'm not sure I want to know..."     Fayt quickly shakes his head "anyway, I think that pretty much settles things. Unless you needed something from me, you can go now. Thanks for explaining things." 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Finna snorts, lips again twisting about in perplexion. Though she then leans in and pokes Fayt on the forehead with one finger. "I am the downfall of the arrogant and the monstrous, the greedy and the selfish. When they hide behind thick walls and attract my attention they become a prisoner in them. In the Blooded Hawks, whenever my fellows encountered a target that was just too tough to blitz into, my job was softening things up! Pretending to join some bandits and getting frisky with the boss, or sneaking in at night to open up the gates... to slip daggers into gaps when the enemy wears armor or convince them to strip it off if it's too thick... the first to reach a strike zone and report trouble. The one who nobody can catch in a chase, whose nimble hands get into all kinds of mischief, that's me!"     GRIN.     "And that was before the Second Breath."     Her tail and ears both shake-twitch for emphasis.     "What do you THINK I was talking about? 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt actually leans back in his chair as Finna leans foward, eyes crossing for a moment as she pokes his forehead. "... Erm...Remind me to stay on your good side?" slowly, he sits back up in his chair, assumeing finna backs away form him again. "As for what I thought. I honestly had no idea what you were getting at." Surprisingly, Fayt sounds like he's telling the truth there. He's a bit dense like that. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "Goof." The fox girl bluntly says, eyes once again narrowed and ears flattened from irritation. She flips over the desk with a smooth and graceful vaulting motion to land next to Fayt and--     And plants a brief, playful smooch on a cheek.     "You're already on my good side"     THAT's when she stands up and turns around. Her tail, quite isible from that angle, is wagging up a storm while she heads for the door... or the window?     Stopping in the middle of the room and glancing between the two, she seems stuck on that decision... 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Huh? Hay wat what are you-" Fayt starts to lean away form Finna, but he's nowhere near fast enough as she lands next to him and well."...!"     Fayt sits in his char, holding almost perfectly still, face turning BRIGHT RED as he makes small, incoherent noises.     Finna might have accidentally broke the Stuffgetter. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "Having fun!" Comes Finna's reply as she finally heads for the window and pushes it open... only to climb up into the windowsill and perch there like a monkey on a branch.     "You should try it sometime!"     And just like that, she leaps out the window... 

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1787/magic network testing

2015-03-12T13:36:07Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rbfXmLBuZZo     Castle of Fayt Ravus     Magix     Kyra and Lyria would havee been transmitted warpgate directions that lead straight into the castle. Exiting into what seems like lobby of some sort, there's a giant crystal in the middle of the room, a few benches set around, and what looks like a throne of some sort... though it's covered by a sheet.     Not too far form there is the workshop. Tables littered with random objects fill the room. one stands out however, on it sits two computers, old form the looks of it, clearly powered and networked together. Fayt's standing nnear one, scratching his chin as he looks at the screen as what appears to be multicolored electricty dances around his head.     Finally, on the walls of the workshop are what appears to be several wooden panels, all glowing a soft white. Huh. 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Good thing there's a warpgate involved because Kyra doesn't typically have something on her for flying. Stepping out into the lobby, she looks all around, trying to spot Fayt whom she's actually met once before. She looks all around the throne room until she finds the workshop nearby, which is clearly recognizable as a workshop.     "Hey!" she greets cheerfully, strolling in and giving his setup an appraising look. "Wow, where'd you dig up these fossils? I haven't seen these kind of monitors in yeaaaaars." she comments, callously, not considering that this might actually be Fayt's tech level!     She claps her hands together. "Soooo...what have we got?" 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason is here as well fairly fast due to the warp gate. She had to wonder about what Fayt was doing and how applicable it might be on their world. Either way she's here and she pauses at the machine which she's just staring at whistling. "Just how /old/ are these things?!" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt looks up form the montiry as the other arrive. "Huh? oh..." slowly he tilts his head to the side. "Old? Oh, right? Yeah, these are basically junkers. We're dealing with something they're not normally meant to do and well..' he shrugs sheepshly. "Chaos magic, there's a good chance I'll end up breaking and replacing these things several times before I get it right now's not the time for high end flat screens, eh?"     He nods, quickly. "Anyway, they work, and I can send normal files between the two fo them. That should be all we need for now, right?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "So you're trying to put your...chaos magic through it, huh?" Kyra suppresses an almost instinctual shudder, ingrained in her by years of religious teachings, to the very word 'chaos.' "Fair enough. I mean, you can just replace them with your stuff-getting powers when you need to, right?" She draws closer to the two monitors, walking around and resembling them.     "I didn't want to get into too many details about it but the tech on Galianda runs on MP. It's a part of the network protocol used on Mognet too...but transmitting an actual spell is not something it's capable of. But this is Galiandan tech we're talking about and so far it hasn't been backwards compatible with extraversal stuff so this..." she gestures at Fayt's set-up, "Has me reaaaaally curious. How did you convert it to run with mana?" At least to Kyra's knowledge mana and MP are basically the same thing so she has no trouble switching between the words. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt frowns as Kyra almost seems to shudder. "Hmm..." He shrugs. "anyway, um... huh? Um no, it still runs off normal electricty, it's a normal system. I'm jsut trying to move spells and amna throught it." He frowns." Um... sorry if I made it sound otherwise."     "Anyway, gentl-" He stops as he looks over his audience, hen suddenly coughs. "Behold." He lifts up what seems to be a tennis ball with what looks a USB cable jammed into it, the other end's hook up to one of hte computer towers. "It's crude, but I can use this to try and put mana into the network.. and I mean try. It hasn't done anything I'd consider a success yet." He frows again. 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason looks to Fayt and nods figuing the old junkers were being used because of the risks involved to whatever he was working on. She thinks for a moment she nods to Kyra as she explains their world a bit. "Let's see what you got here..." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Oh! I guess I misheard, it sounded like you've managed to get it to transmit mana between the two computers." Kyra shrugs, not looking terribly disappointed. That just meant he could succeed with her standing there, with her help!     She leans forward, observing the...tennis ball? "So how's it work? You channel your mana into the tennis ball and then it's supposed to go into the cable?" Her green eyes flick up at Fayt again, "What's it done for you so far-actually, how about you show us?" Kyra claps her hands together again excitedly. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt nods slowly "Well, alright." He tightens his grip around the tennis ball and starts to focus, there's a weird eletric buzzing noise as the elctricty around Fayt's head gets a touch more violent.     This is also met with a peircing howl from the PC Fayt's pumping manaa into, as it blue screens showing the following error: 0x00000WTF MAG_FILE_SYSTEM 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason says "That's still useful if your using mana as a power supply for something it would allow for storage and trasfer that' pretty curious." She pauses as things start to go bad. She looks intently at the error and ponsers. "A WTF error huh? Impressive." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Right away, Kyra clamps her hands over her ears as it starts to howl up in Fayt's castle. Out of curiosity, she still forces herself to watch Fayt's hand, seeing him work his magic for the first time. Her eyes glance over to the computer as the blue screen of death shows. Kyra laughs as she sees the result. "Well that's something! It didn't explode3 and it recognized what happened! Well sort of. It recognized that something happened and it has no idea what! I suspect it's that because your power source registers as unusual. Hmm, I'm not too sure what to suggest next other than other network cables just to cover your bases." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt winces as the comptuer bluescreens, quickly moving to turn it off, and then start it up again. "Hate when it does that. Y-yeah, I seem to be getting as far as it recognising SOMETHING being put through it, it's making it not crash that's proving difficult." he tilts his head to the side. "The cables?" Well i' not even getting on the first PC nevermind the second.... though I could try putting it in a differn way... Hmm..." He starts to scratch at his chin again, while that emulti-colored electricty continues to dance around his head. 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason folds her arms and seems to be thinking at just what went wrong here Just what humm, not eh question is you might beed to redo the Operating system I'm thinking. That would be the best bet maybe get some people who are more experianced with something like this. Hummm have you considered trying to see if you can make the system understand what it's getting?" 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Well I'm not an engineer-that's Lyria's specialty so she could help more for that buuuut if I had to guess it sounds like some kind of conversion issue. Like the computer doesn't recognize the magic as a correct protocol yet? But let's play around with how it's stuck to the tennis ball. That is a tennis ball, right?"     Kyra leans forward to get a better look at what Fayt's holding. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt nods. "Yeah, it's just a tennis ball. all I did was cut a hole to jam the cable into. I actually did osmething similar before, with some simple eletrical wiring and a glove, used it to help draw mana out of someone." He stops as he waves his hand in front of his face. "Er... probably best not to bring up the exact details on that one, long story and i'm sure the person in question wouldn't like me retelling it. but long storry short, I did osmething kinda-sorta like this before, just... not into something so complicated."     A closer look at the tennis ball would revela that it is infact a tennis ball with a USB cable jammed into it. simple! 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     Upon examining the rigged setup a little more closely, Kyra finds herself amazed that it is even working to begin with. Then again this could be a stark illlustration about the different ways technology worked throughout the multiverse? "Kind of a shame though interesting-sounding story...hmm, let's see. Maybe you need something on the receiving end? Something for the sent MPs to do/' 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason :Grins for a moment. "Yes I'd have to agree it seem to be a converion issue." She looks for a moment at Fayte thinking wondering if he might be on to something with trying to draw off smeone else. Wait that is a tennis ball she now just kinda stares. "Wait your using a Tennis ball...?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''      Fayt blisk. "Yes, it's a tennis ball. I can readilly pump mana into it, then funnle it down the cable." He then nods to Kyra. "Well... hmm..." he's quite for a moment then. "well, whatever we build, perferably it'd attach to the computer rather than be on the computer itself. I'm actually doing this, as well as some other work I need to get to, as research for my ability ot enchant things, possibly even for alternate forms for Maugris, my abstractum. It... kindo f all depends on how everything shakes out I guess." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Well yeah, I get where you're coming from now." Kyra rubs her chin. "So you'd want some kind of adaptor you can attach that'll make ti work. Sorry, just rambling, it feels like something ese would need to change for one of these computers to work with magic. She pauses, then looks excited."     "Oh wow, so you'd be able to do long-distance enchanting with it, right? Didn't know you had an Abstractum like Riva did. But! Yeah, that's my first suggestion, try a different cable." 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason pauses as she seems to understand at this point she gets the idea now it's acting as a MP container or battery she muses for a moment on this. "I see so you have one of those as well? Humm I think I'm getting an idea of what your doing here. Also your partner doe schange things this is a wild card that just might make this work. Hummm Wait I think I see where your going with it yes new cables." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Actually..." Fayt says. "This is more for better using my ability to enchant things with technology, though putting things through a network to enchant distent things could be interesting..." a pause, then he adds. "I planed on using that turret Kongou gave me for some work with enchating things at a distence, namly by seeing if I can pass an enchantment to something from a projectile." 

:'''{{#var:626|Kyra Hyral (626)}} has posed:'''     "Ahhh..." Kyra echos, getting an even better picture of what Fayt intnends to do now. "So we're still first and foremost working a compatibility problem?" Kyra further prods, trying to understand exactly what Fayt was looking for. "So you could pass your magic along through technology, onto some of theres? Is that what we're looking at? Hmm...it's got to work somehow with this tech. Some kind of conversion, maybe...?" she looks to Lyria for help on this one. She's the engineer after all. 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason thinks for a moment about the ship spirit and thinks she sees where this is is going. "So it's more of getting them to talk to eachother humm? I think I see what your doing here. "You'd need some sort of power converter for lack of a better term but I admit working with non magical thing is a weak point of mine." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "A converter? Hmm..." Fayt seesm to think this over for a bit. "Yeah, that'd make sense." He suddenly yawns. "Hmm... been at this for awhile now, pretty much whenever I wasn't working. Maybe I should stop for a bit ,get back to it later." He shakes his head. "I'll have to look into that, might have to ask around a bit. I'm sure we could figure something out." 

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1643/Dropoff at Waterland

2015-02-23T15:16:55Z

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|Synopsis=Fayt drops off some orders at a city in the Waterland Desert. Shenanigans ensue.
|Thanks=Reiji, for the cameo and saveing Fayt from Xiaomu.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     The Waterland Desert, mostly it's an wasteland, but entirally lifeless. Take for instance the city of New Maadi. A large, city noted for playing a big part in the local pwoer grid. It sustainsitself mostly through trade with the rest of the multiverse.     That's what brings Fayt here. One of his ships, a giant space freighter with the image of a black dragon curled around a shipping crate painted on either side of it, si currently sitting on a landing pad near the city's commerical district, it's back ramp open as workers pull a steady stream of crate and bocxes out of it's hold. Fayt himself stands amongst a pile of crates, going over some details with what appers to be a clipboard in one hand. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke was in the ruins outside of Urbania and has somehow ended up here of all places. How he ended up here has something to do with a strange gateway device, it activating, and him stumbling in. Now he has no idea where he is, beyond he is trying to keep to the shadows of the city. That is what Doran has told him to do in such places, after all its dangerous right? So the red Dino Digimon moves about the alleys, around crates, and other things near the shipping lane. Though when a bird gets to close, those gold eyes stare at the bird and he attempts to leap up and snaps his sharp teeth onto its tail feathers or feet-- always missing. Yet so close. The Guilmon X stands around four foot, if many a few inches taller. He has a lanky figure, long tail, and a pair of something akin to ear fins. Which tilt up when he takes notice of some activity on the dock. He then leaps over a few crates to get in closer. His nostrils sniffing the air as they flare slightly. As he goes to move again, he however trips and flips right over a barrel, letting out a draconic like squawk in protest! 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' Meanwhile, Xiaomu has been exploring New Maadi - possibly after she made a wrong turn through a warpgate or something ... or maybe she's exactly where she meant to be, as she's got her phone/radio in GPS mode, among other functions, and is specifically heading for the spaceport now. One of the other apps she's got open is a Multiversal package-tracking service - and some of the tracking numbers she's looked up would be VERY familiar to Fayt if he happened to read them off. The question is whether he'll get that chance ... 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     This area was proving to be more... Boring than Sanary had initially hoped. A lot of sand and crap, even more non-seaworthy boats, and a surprising amount of tripping hazards. Still, getting a better idea of the layout of this area couldn't hurt in the long run if the healer plans to get any work done here in the future.     That didn't make the area any more pleasant to make her way through, of course, and not having a clear destination only made the urge to leave the area even stronger. At least...      If she could figure out where she was. Groping around blindly to find her way around, none of the stacks of boxes felt familiar. Were the boxes being moved or something?     The healer was dressed in her usual white coat and brown tunic combo that made her either look like the coat was stolen from someone significantly wealthier than herself, or... She just didn't own any other clothes. Black hair is tied back into a high ponytail, although loose strands do obscure parts of her face that aren't already covered by the eyepatch over her left eye. She seems to be fairly calm about her current situation, but growing steadily more irritated as the seconds tick down. 

:'''{{#var:323|Vanessa Selby (323)}} has posed:''' Vanessa was going to do some sledding to take her mind off her problems. She figures a place called Waterland should be frozen over this time of year right? Of course she's quickly proven wrong as she finds herself in the middle of a desert. The fox-girl feels like she's dying after only 15 minutes. "Who's idea was to name this place Waterland?!" She's not sure if anyone can hear it but she's going to complain anyways. Luckily for her it seems like she's not too far from a city as she can faintly hear traffic in the distance as she travels a bit further. 

:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:''' Maya is used to wasterland, it's a wasteland but there's even less life than back home which ius saying something. Yet here she is now as sh emoves to finish up dealing with an old friend who needed her to deliver something. How he got out here hunting bounties is something she can't even guess. Also as ever he hit o her pretty hard, but she'd stunned him by hitting on him in turn. Leaving him with his jaw on the floor Maya exits out into the town to start looking about again and she's for once grinning like a school girl. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Huh?"     Fayt picks his head up as he hears a squawk from somewhere nearby. Carefully poking his head out from around a stack of crates to spot Duke. "What the... um... hi?" The little guy looks more than a tad confused by what he's seeing.     Unofrtunatly, being distracted like this means he doesn't notice Xiaomu approaching, as his back is currently turned to her. Sanary meanwhile, gets a few polite nods from some of the employees unloading cargo. Surprisingly they don't seem too bothered by a stranger moving amongst the crates. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' The small Digimon lays there and rubs his head gently with his clawed paw. "Mmm.. that hurt.." When he opens his gold eyes, he spots the boy? Small man? The young human. Who was perhaps not much taller then Duke was. This causes the Dino-dragon Digimon to stand up and move over with simple easse, forgetting his minor pains from tripping over the barrels. He sniffs at Fayt, those big gold eyes looking at the boy before they blink a few times. "You are small." Duke says, as he stands up fully and tilts his head to the side. Then he smiles on his muzzle, almost showing those rows of sharp teeth, "Hello!" Duke responds back to Fayt's own confused hi. Duke then looks over at the barrels. His eye ridges furrow, before he looks back at Fayt. His tail moving side to side. "Duke fix!" He exclaims as he goes to pick the barrels back up--or at least tr too with a bit of a grunt. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' THe squawk definitely isn't what Sanary was expecting to hear on what seems more and more likely to be a dock, and she turns around to face the source of the noise. She doesn't react to Fayt's nodding, although it's not apparent if she even saw him in the first place. Not that she could even if she wanted to, but still.     The somewhat familiar voice is enough to convince the healer to approach the two, moving carefully and stopping once her foot hits a crate. "Hey. Duke, right? And other guy." She nods briefly in their direction and feels around the box with her foot before continues to move just a little closer, eventually opting to simply lean against a taller stack stack after it takes just a little too long for her to figure out where the boxes end and the clear walking space begins.     "You okay there? That was a loud... Sound before." 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' Xiaomu isn't exactly being sneaky or stealthy; her staff's rings jingle quietly as she makes her way along, heading into the spaceport and asking somebody where Black Dragon Shipping has its transfer pad. Presumably somebody points her in the right direction ... or maybe she just spots the big freighter with the black dragon emblem emblazoned on one flank. Either way, she heads that way, humming cheerfully; she's actually skipping a bit as she walks. 

:'''{{#var:323|Vanessa Selby (323)}} has posed:''' Vanessa notices the ship being unloaded. If it's a transport ship it's bound to head somewhere else right? She figures most places would be better then this, she doesn't want to go back into the desert to try and find the warp gate. It seems like there are others present that aren't with the delivery crew. Of course the other fox woman catches her attention, she's kind of curious what's her deal is. 

:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:''' Maya is now comming upon the stuff getter she's still grinning and in a good mood as she now enters into the town, and seems to notice some of the other She paues noticing some of the people she knows of and she might just wnader into Xiaomu by mistake. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' The guilmon X looks over to Sanary as she addresses him and cants his head to the side as he speaks, "Duke is OK. Duke was only surprised when tripped." He nods his head as he explains. Though his gold eyes watches how Sanary walks and moves. There was a gentle rumble from him as his eye ridges expressed his concern, along with the dropping of his ear fins ever so slightly. He then asks, with that same concern in his voice. "Is healer Sanary ok? Duke thinks you don't look so stable." The Digimon does move to go over and help her, but then remembers about the barrel as it tries to go back over. He narrows his eyes in its direction, then with a grunt goes to correct it properly this time. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt gives Duke a somewhat blank look in responce to his comment. "Yes... I guess I am." He then frowns a bit as he sees Duke struggle with the barrels and walks over to help fix it. "Oh! Erm.. here, let me help."     Fayt has a mage's strength... one has to wonder how much he can actually help.     Sanary's speaking up Causes Fayt to look in her direction. "Hmm? Oh, Hello. I'm Fayt, Is there something I can help you with?" He does his best to sound professional, despite the odd situation he's stuck in.     Meanwhile, Vanessa and Xiaomu both get a few poltite nods form Fayt's employees as they approaches the crates. Clearly, they have no idea what Xiaomu's up to. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     The blind girl turns her head just a bit as Duke speaks, getting a better idea of just where the Digimon is standing. "Ah, gotcha. Yeah, there's a... Lot of things to trip on around here." She nudges one of the nearby boxes lightly with her foot to demonstrate, jumping slightly as one of the boxes in the stack she's leaning on is picked up by one of the workers.      She steps away from that stack of boxes, still being careful not to move too quickly as she approaches. "Ah. Hey there. Sanary. Just looking around some right now." Hearing Fayt, she nods towards him in greeting lightly before furrowing her brow slightly.     "Well. Not /looking/ looking, but... Exploring? Little lost, but I'll manage. You need help there with... Whatever it is you're doing?" 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Once Fayt assists, the digimon says cheerfully, "Thanks!" He then nods his head to Fayt. "Duke is who I am!" He says pointing his index claw finger at himself. "Nice to meet you, Fayt!" Though when Sanary looks startled, the Digimon quickly moves to go around her, then up beside her. His snout leans into her hand, before he allows himself to move in a bit closer-- carefully-- so that Sanary has some more stable support. Unless she suddenly back away for some reason. The blind woman may notice that his skin is very smooth for a reptile, much like a serpent. The scales, if any, are hard to find. It also may be easy for Sanary to realize that Duke is by no means a human, but indeed a beast of some kind that can stand pretty easily, though he is keeping himself slightly bent over for Sanary's ease. Eye seeing Digimon anyone? Duke's tail moves gently side to side as he speaks to Sanary, "Duke also lost," he then looks to Fayt, "What all the boxes for?" His ear fins perk up slightly as he asks. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' So far, so good. Xiaomu grins and waves back to the BDS employees, then ducks between a couple of rows of crates, switching apps on her smartphone and starting to look for shipping labels. Not that her package should be in anything as big as a *crate* ... She's also paying too much attention to phone + labels to pay enough attention to where she's going. But it's not like anyone else will be poking around in the middle of the shipping crates, right? 

:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:''' Maya is a bit distracted by her uncanny good mood and the interesting town. Well it's interesting to her but she does however keep walking. IT doesn't take too lobng before she crazhses into Xiamou and soon both woman could very well be down on the ground. Worse a tangle of hair and limbs as well. "Ugh.. what!? FATES! WHAT Oh fates! I'm sorry umm help!" 

:'''{{#var:323|Vanessa Selby (323)}} has posed:''' It seems like Xiaomu is distracted not to mention someone just crashed into her. Vanessa cringes a bit, she's glad it wasn't her. "Hey, do you transport people?" Her attention turns Fayt as she says that, the sooner she can get out of here the better. Hearing Duke's comment she doesn't feel quite so bad now but she wonders how a reptile could be out of place here. It was pretty hot after all. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     With a groan of effort, fayt manages to set the barrel upright again. "All this stuff? It's some cargo we have to move out to some of the businesses around here, we've also got more on the ship that's ment for delivery back to Njorun. nothing majorly interesting really."     The little guy then nearly jumps as he hears Maya yelling. "GAH! Er... excuse me, I better look into that. Need to make sure the employees are safe." He turns around, heading towards the source of the noise. "Hello? What's going on over there? One of the crates didn't turn out to be a mimmick again, did it?" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Feeling Duke's snout against her hand does make Sanary tense up again, although she does relax after a moment and seeming to realize that it is, in fact, Duke actually standing there. She offers him a light smile, looking a little stiff as she just holds her hand still without really knowing what to do with it.     "Thanks. I'm good. Gonna guess this is a..." She trails off as Fayt begins to speak, chuckling moments later and looking just a little relieved. "Figured as much. I probably shouldn't have walked over here, but..."      The healer trails off again at the sound of yelling, turning to face the source. She doesn't move from her spot right away, however, content to just stay there for the time being. She doesn't want to risk falling off the dock, after all. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke watches as Fayt walks away due to the commotion. Not really seeming to comment on Fayt's explanation really. No reason to pry further perhaps. The Digimon however tilts his head faintly, before those gold eyes notice that Sanary is looking that way. As soon has Sanary makes a movement, even if hesitant, she will find that Duke moves with her. A small smile is on his muzzle, though no teeth shown this time. "Duke will lead, do not worry Sanary! Duke has your side." He says with a firm nod and if she does decide to go over there, he'll make sure to not out pace her or go slower. Matching her pace step for step, though with gentle motions he may guide her away from anything that looks dangerous. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' "Oww ..." Xiaomu rubs the bump on her forehead, then reaches under her hairtails to rub at another bump that got collected there. "I've had worse, don't worry about me. Ah, where's my phone -" Fayt addresses them, and Xiaomu looks up, extricating her limbs from Maya's and helping the blue-haired woman up. "Oh, hey! You're Fayt Ravus, right? I just came to pick up some packages from your company!" she says breezily. Her phone has momentarily been forgotten; it may have slid under a pallet or something. 

:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:''' Maya dazed a bit and she's tangled up with someone who has hair as wild as her's she loks sheepisha s she gtets untangles at this point. "I'm not sure where it is." Maya's looking pretty sheepish now and then pues as her hair starts ringing, she snakes into it and pulls out hte phone she payes she answers it and then hands it to Xiamou "Umm it's for you." 

:'''{{#var:323|Vanessa Selby (323)}} has posed:''' Well, that explains what Xiaomu's doing here but Fayt didn't answer her question. Sure, she could likely slip into one of the crates or something while no one's looking but why should Vanessa have to? Besides it would lead to all sorts of problems if she ended up at Njorun. She's not sure how well know she is by the Union but someone would likely know who she is. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt blinks a few times as he spots Maya and Xiaomu. "Um... hi?" His head tilts to the side at Xiaomu's explination. "Um... Well we did have that order for you... but it was suppsoed to be dropped off at Njorun... Why'd you come out here for it?" He thne loosk ot Vanessa. "People? I'm sorry but outside of emergencies and a few special circumastances, we're not allowed to transport passengers. The company doesn't have the licences for any live Cargo. Is there anything else I can help you with though? 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' "Oh, thanks!" Xiaomu accepts her phone back from Maya, then looks at Fayt. "I figured I'd save you guys that last leg of the delivery ... plus, I've kinda been looking forward to some of the games in that package," she grins. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Although she can't actually see anything, Sanary does give Duke an appreciative look as a grin forms on her face. "Heh. Thanks, Duke. You're a good kid. Er... Digimon, right?" She still seems a little awkward and tense keeping her hand in that position, but not enough to stop her from leaning over to try and pet his head briefly with some fairly rough hands.     Standing back up, the girl turns her attention towards where that earlier yelling had come from, hearing even more voices coming from that general direction. Moving over carefully with Duke's assistance, her eyebrow quirks upward yet again at the mention of live cargo.      "You need licenses for that? It's just a... Some kind of boat ride, right?" If her earlier experience simply walking through the area is any indication, he probably wasn't referring to ocean travel. Flying, maybe, or even sand, but definitely not over water. "Unless..."     She glances around out of instinct, but just stops after a moment and seems to be talking to nobody in particular. "You're not a giant or super-heavy golem that would sink a boat, are you?" 

:'''{{#var:323|Vanessa Selby (323)}} has posed:''' "You have to have a permit just to have passengers?" Vanessa nods in agreement with Sanary. "I mean not as cargo, I don't want to be smuggled somewhere. I just need a ride out of here." She's a bit confused by all this, how was it any different from riding along in a car or something. "Do I look fat? to you?" She sounds a bit annoyed by Sanary's comment not aware the woman is blind. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke smiles softly as Sanary calls him good and looks for confirmation on what she called him. "Yep! Duke is Digimon! Duke is a Guilmon X! Nicest one many may meet.. if not maybe only one that Duke is aware of." The red dino-dragon goes to place his index claw up to his chin area in thought over this, though he doesn't linger that way long. Because just as he was getting ready to contemplate over this, Sanary gives him a few pets with her rough hands and he makes a soft draconic like purring sound. Seeming not bothered at all by how rough her skin is. When they do arrive over with the others. He sniffs the air and looks about. Seeming unsure what a living cargo is and unsure just what anyone may need help with here. Though he is rather content right now being Sanary's eyes. Though when Vanessa gets uppity, Duke rumbles in slight annoyance toward her, "Duke doesn't think Sanary was trying to insult. Sanary has trouble getting around." As if this will explain everything. Yet maybe in his head, it does. 

:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:''' Maya Says "I was just meeting up with and old friend and wouldbe lover. Still he's better than many who chased me." She looks over to Fayt with a grin on her face. "Hi Fayte o/~" She looks to Xiaomu and humms. "Nice hair and games? What sort?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:''' "Riiight..." Fayt Frowns at Xiaomu. "Well anything due of Njorun is still on the ship so it wouldn't be out here, sorry." He then looks to Vanessa. "Yeah, stuff for public transit mostly, we're not cleard for that. I mean techincally we can give people a lift? But officaly we're not able to do that normally."     He then looks back to Sanary and Duke. "Huh? I'm human, and I'm orry but this isn't a boat. This is a voidship. We fly almost all of our cargo." finally, he turns back to Maya. "ERm... h-hi." Yes... he heard that o/~ That o/~ means trouble doesn't it? 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     The healer crosses her arms as she pretends to look Vanessa over, an odd grin forming on her face. Not quite on the level of shit-eating, but definitely getting there. "Well, some clothes do make it hard to tell sometimes." She lets out a brief snicker and hunches over slightly as if to give her a closer look, then gives Duke another light pat on the head before standing back up.     "Actually, you don't look like anything to me. Nobody does." She waves a hand in front of her exposed eye as if that would explain everything.      "... I'm blind. That's what I mean." Just in case.      After listening to Fayt's explanation, she only seems more confused. "So there's 'voidships' now? Yeesh..." She chuckles again and shakes her head lightly, starting to glance around again despite the futility of the motion.      "Anyway. Uh... Which way is the warp gate from here?" 

:'''{{#var:323|Vanessa Selby (323)}} has posed:''' "Oh come on, you wouldn't want a girl to get heat stroke now would you?" Vanessa starts to lay on the guilt as she gets a bit closer to Fayt. Her attention turns around towards Sanary, "Oh..." Sure, she's selfish but still can't help but to feel a bit bad, being blind would certainly suck. "Well, there's one about a mile outside of town but it's even hotter out there." Stumbling around certainly wouldn't be a good idea. 

:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:''' Oh the o/~ Means trouble your ptetty much doome dat this point fyate. At this point and now sizes her over for a moment. She nods "Void ships, airships, water ships, submersaible ships. Oh yes and sand ships too if I recall right." She's being honest but htere's abit of a play in Maya's voice, damn she really is in a good mood today. VAnessa gets a bit of a look over as well and she humms at her words but she's got Fayt here and he's in her sights. "So your pride your self on being able to get anything right, Fayt?" She gives Xiamou a wolfish grin at this, oh fates what is maya up to. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' "Oh?" Xiaomu perks an ear (literally and quite visibly) at Fayt, then smiles breezily as she finishes on the phone. "Well, that's fine then! I'll just hop on board and find my boxes ..." She starts to saunter towards the ship, then pauses to grin at Maya. "Thanks! Mostly action games, a couple of RPGs ... there's this new Mobile Gear Excris title out that I've been waiting and *waiting* to play, maybe it'll finally justify a PS4 ..." And unless somebody stops her, Xiaomu's going to stroll to the ship and right up the ramp! Who is bold enough to stand in a foxy otaku's way? 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke leans into the petting a bit, but mindful of how much weight he puts against Sanary. "Humans are fun!" Is Duke's only remark regarding what Fayt apparently is and his own answer to Sanary. Then when Sanary asks her question about warpgates, he peers up at her, "..Warpgates?" He hrms softly. "..is that what Duke stumbled into..?" He says thoughtfully to himself. He listens to what Vanessa talks about where the nearest warp gate is, Duke rumbles before he speaks to Sanary. Looking directly up at her, "Sanary want Duke to take her there?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''      Fayt nods slowly to Maya. "Y-yes... why?" The mention of warpgates get's his attention though, as he looks over towards Duke and Sanary "Warpgates, Yeah, there should be one in town. I can have one of my eployees lead you back to it if you don't remember where it is."     Then Vanessa starts to close in on him, cuasing him to back away ."Um... wowudln't you rather join them at the warp gate? It's bette than being stuck inside the ship-hey wait..."     Fayt frowns as Xiaomu's statement sinks in. "Excuse me! HEY W-wait a second!" He runs after her, trying to cut her off and stand in front of her. "Please stay out off the ship, that area is employees only!" hopefully she'll actually stop if he got in front of her.     Things aren't going well for him right now are they? 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' That explained the long walk, then. It didn't feel like a mile, but... Well, the exercise wouldn't hurt. "Eh. Shouldn't be too bad if I got here in the first place." Sanary chuckles lightly and nods towards Vanessa lightly. "Just over that way, right? Got it."      Looking back towards Duke next, the healer seems to be considering it for a while before shaking her head. "Nah, I can manage. A mile's not too bad, and I've got an... Okay idea of what the area's like." Smiling at him again, she squats briefly to give the Digimon a soft pat on the head. "We should meet up again some time, though. I'll bring some snacks or... Uh."      What did Digimon like, anyway? Food seems like the obvious choice, but she really didn't know what else what /people/ liked, even. "... Shampoo?" 

:'''{{#var:323|Vanessa Selby (323)}} has posed:''' "It's hot out here, I'm sure it's cooler in the ship. I don't want to walk all the way back there." Sure, it wouldn't likely kill Vanessa but it's something she rather avoid. At this point she's made a fan out of ice and trying to cool herself off with it, but it's quickly melting. She notices Xiaomu about to get aboard the ship herself, and doubts the merchant can take both of them at once. Still, she's not sure what security is likely aboard. Getting shot full of holes would kind of defeat the purpose of trying to avoid the desert. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' "Food. Food is good!" Duke says with a cheerful sound in his voice and enjoying the pat on the head. "..If Sanary thinks Sanary can do it. Then Duke will leave side, just contact when like to meet again!" At that the Digimon moves away slightly, only for his ear fins to raise up at the sudden commotion he has been ignoring up to this point. His gold eyes look over to Xiaomu and they narrow slightly. There is a hidden depth to those eyes as he watches the activity, including as Fayt attempts to stop them. He takes a step in that direction and growls lowly. The Guilmon X's earfins go back as the tail stops moving entirely His teeth snarl slightly at Xiaomu, perhaps because of Fayt's distress. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' "Food it is. Be safe, Duke. Uh... However many other people are here, I guess." Sanary nods towards Vanessa and looks somewhat uncertain regarding the sheer number of voices surrounding her. She doesn't seem bothered by it for too long, however, as her next goal is clear: Getting to that warp gate! And so, she starts heading in that general direction, hopefully without tripping too often or getting eaten by anything. If nothing else, she still has her axe on her. 

:'''{{#var:705|Reiji Arisu (705)}} has posed:''' There is only one man so bold! But he's nowhere near here, is he?     ...Which is what one might think, if they weren't paying close attention to the sudden *THUD THUD THUD* of someone running through the building. A door nearby swings open, slamming into the adjacent wall with a thunderous *WHAM!* "WAIT!" A... very concerned looking man roars from the doorframe. He wastes little time in stomping up towards the boarding ramp, ignoring basically everything else around him. His eyes are fixed, they threaten to bore holes into Xiaomu's skull. "Xiaomu," he actually ~rumbles,~ "What do you think you're doing?" 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' The red dino-dragon Digimon was ready to assist Fayt if it would be needed, what the one was trying to do seemed wrong and Duke may not know much about this world, but he does know that something is off here. Though he can't shake his talon at every wrong act given he about stole a steak.. and would do it again if he wasn't being handed out food these days by so many. Yet when Reiji Arisu shows up with a low rumble, Duke backs off from his own defensive stance and his ear fins perk up. It seems someone with proper knowledge of how things work has arrived and he can take back seat. 

:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:''' Maya grins even wider at Fayt. "Good I'll have some work for you later." She watches SAnaray as she heads off but at the mention of Shampoo she pauses. "Yes one of the best things ever intented for hair. Well for cleaning it." She now turn her attention to the new attival who soewsn't seem happy with Xia's little stunt oh this should be ... good. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' That actually brings Xiaomu up short, but she grins and waves to Reiji, "I told you I was just picking up some packages, didn't I?" She looks at Fayt - who DID get in front of her thanks to Reiji - and grins sheepishly, "I'm not gonna mess with anyone else's shipments, I promise - look, I've got the tracking numbers ..." She pauses, flipping through apps on her smartphone. "Huh? Wait a minute, I had a note open with them -" She toggles to the notepad app. ".... What the - WHERE'D THAT NOTE GO?! I can't have deleted it by accident - !!" She sinks to her knees with a whimper, foxy ears and hairtails drooping in dismayed unison. /;.;\ 

:'''{{#var:705|Reiji Arisu (705)}} has posed:'''     "You did, but I wasn't aware of any delivery office anywhere this far out in the middle of nowhere," Reiji grunts, crossing his arms over his chest. "So I decided to poke around, and discovered that this place wasn't a post office at all."     He frowns, peering down at the fox-girl as she collapses into a puddle of self-pity. "Don't give me that," Reiji sighs, "If it's here, it'll get to the apartment eventually. Now let's go home and wait for it to arrive like normal people, alright?" Reiji... squints, "Or do I need to carry you out of here?" 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' As things continue to progress. The digital creature observes a bit longer, before turning away from them. He sniffs the air picking up on where Sanary walked off too and then with in interruptions to the activity, wonders off. It looks like he is too heading back for the warp gate. 

:'''{{#var:323|Vanessa Selby (323)}} has posed:''' Well Reiji's sudden arrival just killed that idea. Vanessa backs away a bit from Fayt. Speaking of shampoo and tails, Vanessa shakes a bit of sand out hers, why did it have to be so irritating. "Ugh...I'm going to need a nice long ice bath after all of this. Fine, make me walk back out there..." She would have to make sure to cause him trouble later on. There were too many people watching at the moment to do anything. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt looks over. at Vanessa as he runs off. "I'm sorry, I can't transport people, You'll have to use the warpgate or find someone-GAH!"     Reiji's apperence causes fAyto nearly Jump again. He gives the foxgirl wrangler a confused look as he martches up to the ramp. "Um... thank you?" and then he loosk down at Xiaomu. Oh... oh dear.     Fayt crouces down so he's about head level with The foxgirl. "Um... o-ok look. As soon as the ships back in Njorun, I'll dig up teh package and run it over myself alright? Just please don't do something like this again, alright?"     Yes, he's trying to be nice ot smooth things over, here's hoping it works. 

:'''{{#var:707|Xiaomu (707)}} has posed:''' Xiaomu shakes her head forlornly at Reiji, lifting her staff and using it for leverage to get back to her feet. "I can walk ... and thanks, Fayt, I'll be looking for it." She wipes tears from her cheeks with the back of her free hand, bows her head briefly to Fayt, and turns to head back down the ramp, tucking her phone back into a pocket of her vest as she goes. "You *did* remember the fried tofu, right Reiji ... ?" 

:'''{{#var:705|Reiji Arisu (705)}} has posed:'''     "It's back at home," Reiji sighs, rubbing at the bridge of his nose, "Don't worry, I didn't forget." He looks to Fate, then bows his head, "I apologize for my partner's hastiness. She gets a little... Enthusiastic about her deliveries." He straightens, following after Xiaomu, "I'll try to make sure she doesn't go running off like this again." 

:'''{{#var:323|Vanessa Selby (323)}} has posed:''' "Tofu ice cream is better!" Vanessa can't help but to comment as she mentally prepares herself to trek back through the desert. The longer she puts it off, the longer she would be stuck out in the heat after all. 

:'''{{#var:19|Maya (19)}} has posed:''' Maya looks at Vaness afor a moment with a abject look of horror. It seems she doesn't like the idea of Tofu much then again well given her people's culture itehr way she does not comment about it she looks to Reiji and then to Xia for a moment. "I should be going, also later Fayt we'll talk later o/~" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     As everyone leaves the ship, Fayt stands there on the ramp for several moments a blank look covering his face, before finally sighing and letting his head droop. "Why does all this weird stuff keep happening to me?" 

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636/NODE: Kingdom of Discord - The Second Search

2014-09-21T13:29:46Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Opening the drawbridge via its lever is simple, though only Fayt can actually do it, and it opens out onto a bridge. The bridge is stone, parapets like a castle interspersed with the occasional high, arching delicate tine. It's steady, and has a good handrailing, but still. A thick, heavy wooden castle-styled door marks the end of the bridge, set into the side of the opposite tower. But the opposite tower is only a few feet wide. Still, only door available.     Heading through this door does not take Fayt into a tower. It takes him out of a DIFFERENT tower. Presumably, his own, here; a plain-looking, practical sort of spire formed with blue and black-tinted stone. There's a massive array of spires in the distance, connected to this one by a complex web of bridges. Fayt finds it quite simple to navigate to any of these nearby.     Surrounding spires are strange facades, themed in weird ways, but quite clear in their themes. One is made of pure steel and styles itself after a car engine, one is a bright pink with many soft angles, another appears to be made of flesh and dripping a gross black substance down its openings... And yet more are still stranger! There's many around here.     Down below, in the strange, cloudy space below the spires, you can see a strange, soft red glow that pulses irregularly and chaotically, like the lights of lightning... By now, Fayt will know its true, more sinister nature. Nothing strange going on in the environment today, though; Fayt's free to execute his exploration plan. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     As Fayt makes his way into the node, he taeks a slow, steady look aronud. This place hasn't exploded yet, good. "Alright, so..."     Fayt looks around at the others, who hopefully followed him inside. "last time I was here, I leanrned that there's these... people? Things? I don't know exactly what they are, outside of them being named Collector, Splitter and Dissonant. They kill anyone who doesn't have a full spire, is working together, or has a taller spire than everyone elses."     Fayt pauses for a moment, before continuing. "We need more information. My thoughts are we should search the node a bit. Namely, I'm hoping to either find a tower that's been destroyed, or two towers with the same theme, since that means someone somehow got hold of more than one tower, either one should hopefully give some information as to what exactly we're dealing with." 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Kirito's pondered on it recently. All these conflicts, whether he should face them as himself, and truly risk his life like others did for him, or continue to use this strange power the Multiverse has granted him.     The operation of virtual bodies. A fake him that can't be killed for good, can't feel pain, but can accomplish real heroics. Since Double Fault can strengthen him, is it cheating to keep using his avatar?     So, several times he adventured out in the flesh. He can't regret it, despite the pain and the danger, but he won't repeat it anytime soon either. Because...     While others might consider KIRITO a fake swordsman, Kirigaya Kazuto has reaffirmed his beliefs despite his fears and anxiety. The Black Swordsman will repay every debt. Yes, it's only right that he wield every weapon at his disposal for his friends' sake!     Being so sorely defeated by KING made him realize the cost of losing once more. He might lose everything, even if his life's not tied to his HP bar anymore. He must treat every battle as though it were. No more tomfoolery, no more lollygagging.     With his will tempered by the fear of death and the desire to repay everything, his 'Aincrad Style' will shine like it once did. If there are any faults, he can depend on his partner to carry some weight too.     "Are you ready, Double Fault?!"     Kirito's feeling a little bit late, but the Spriggan has made his way in time. Twin swords are sheathed across his back - Double Fault, and Lucent Arrester. "Wait a moment. Sorry, but it's my first time here. 'Anyone who doesn't have a full spire?'" He can see the towers, of course. But what does it all mean....? 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Auron did indeed follow Fayt into the castle proper. He's here as a proper Guardian, more or less, and remains behind and slightly to the left of Fayt. Suchiru is with him, in its sheath across his back. As Fayt explains, he listens, while taking in the sight of the place. Kirito's words get his attention, and he turns to look at Kirito -- something seems 'off' about him -- before offering a nod. Looking back to Fayt, he notes, "I'll need to hear this too." He's in the same boat as Kirito is, after all, it being his first time here. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Another sky-themed node! Staren's reminded a bit of his own... except, instead of a flying scientist city, this is a land of... wizard spires? Staren's dressed in his usual labcoat, Eureka on his left arm. Staren notes the glow. "Spires people live on, hostility below... I wonder if our nodes could be connected?     Fayt explains things. "So they preserve the status quo. No new wizards can build new spires, no new power groups can come into being, and noone can be more powerful than anyone else. They want to keep things static and unchanging..." Staren hmms. "What did you see in your original vision? There might be a clue there..." 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Maugris is making several affirmative noises. "This sort of pursuing and investigating is the proper way to do this. I expect you to figure out everything going on here, you know." There's a bit of an expectant, aggressive sort of noise! 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Double Fault speaks up. "Always, man. You know it." There's a brief flare of red light down the blade and a firm sort of assenting noise. "Got your back. Let's focus on keeping Fayt safe, that sorta thing." It's doing its best to mirror Kirito's more serious posture here. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Auron's blade seems rather casual about this sort of thing. "Good to know what's up, I guess. Looks like we might just be on guard duty, though, whatever's going on. Ehhh." Seems kinda excessively relaxed about this. Hmm. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Eureka says, "It is not outside the realm of possibility. Keep your eyes open for any further indications while we search here. As for the matter of keeping the status quo, that could certainly be the case. If the status quo is awful, though, it may be that they're trying to perpetuate a negative change." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt nods Staren. "That's what I'm thinking, that' why I'm looking for two or more spires with the same theme, if someone managed that, I want to know how."     He then looks to Auron and kirito. "Alright, what I know about that is that inside each of these spire is a mage. All of the mages are using enchantment to try and sort of... push their influence into the other towers. We went into that spire that looks like an engine there." He points to the metal spire mentioned in the intro. "...and found part of a room that looked REALLY out of place, like it belong to a different spire. The fighting is bad enough, the real problem is well..."     Fayt sighs. "Everyone here is a chaos magic. you know about the spell surges I have? how my magic sort of overloads and does weird stuff when I use too much? Well if you'll notice the storm brewing below us? it's a spell surge, a BIG one. all thier fighting is feeding it and If we can't stop that..." Fayt shudders. "It'll eventually go off and I'm not sure we want to know what happens next." 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren blinks. "An... entire world of chaos mages?" Staren considers that. "Is there any way to... to /dissipate/ your surges? Even if we stop that one from growing, what about all the power already in it?" 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Kirito's wings appear. At the same time, he glances over his shoulder and gives Double Fault a solemn nod. His eyes show fear equal to his resolution, though. After all, Kirito's just chosen to throw away the peaceful life he won when Oberon was defeated.     "So we're sitting on a volcano getting ready to blow. Even if we stop the conflicts, will that dissipate? ...hmm... I'm leaving this to your judgement. It's your node. Magic's not really my strong suit..." But beating the crap out of things with swords and paying attention is, hence why he's asking these alert questions.     "As for the Trio, Eureka's right. They might be just trying to keep the current situation going as long as possible for the OPPOSITE reasons... chaos, not stability. So, where are we heading first?" 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Auron nods to Fayt's explanation. Magic isn't his sphere of experience, but he knows of Fayt's spell surges, and the odd effects that they usually cause. And he also knows that cloud would be a /massive/ spell surge, and would probably kill someone if it went off. "I see," he notes. He doesn't add anything else though, because he doesn't really know how wild, errant magic could be dissipated.     Or maybe he does. "...I wonder if a Summoner from Spira could ease it. It may not exactly be a soul, but pyreflies are made to hold energy..." It's a long shot, but it deserves to be mentioned, just in case. "It's probably not useful here and now, but something to consider for later." 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe has been here the whole time she really has been she's just been looming in the backgorund with her own partner Tizona. She's fallen in step with Fayt at this point anf is smiling a little bit as she looks at him. "Well they aint' screaming blood for the blood god. So I can deal with this sort of Chaos, I think." She seem to be in a good enough mood as she looked over to Kirito and Auron glad to see them and even Staren as well. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "It is a force of nature, like a natural disaster, not some... Clumsy B-list drama villain." Maugris says, spitting at the idea of blood for the blood god. "As for the dissipation, we get to that problem when it's time, not before. Fayt still has to find and stop the agitators who perpetuate this. And for that, we need to begin our search." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt nods to Maugris. "Right." then he looks to the group. "Follow me, I don't know if there's anything outside the spires besides us right now, but just in case we should stick together." That said, Fayt would pick a direction, and head off. "The bridges connecting everyone makes getting around fairly easy and we can see spires for quite a distence here. So if we keep moving and keep an eye out this shouldn't take too long." 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren gives a blank stare to Kirito. "I never said anything about their motives. But I, too, doubt they have the best intentions. ...Should we split up to look for the spires? Use our speed and flight? Or is it not safe to split up?" 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe says "Perhaps here but that's an interesting way to put it. She follows along and thinks for a moment as she looks to Kirito for a moment. "Your daughter's adorable, Kirito. Just so you know." She now ponders. "I'm against splitting up it never ends well in my experiance." 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Auron returns the look from Tomoe and the nod from Kirito with a nod of greeting, though he remains silent. Maugris's words get his attention, and he confirms calmly, "As I said, something to consider for later. Does no good to dissipate it until the ones responsible stop adding to it." He nods to Fayt's statement and follows the line of people heading out. Staren's question gets a look, and Auron notes, "Fayt mentioned he's not sure there's anything here besides us, and splitting up would be a bad idea since we don't know what's around." 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Kirito offers Tomoe and Auron both nods, followed by Staren. He's also glad that Fayt's got his other allies here. If Asuna was also with the group, that'd be great...     But he's kind of glad she isn't. It's bad enough the risk is THIS bad. "Yui?"     Light swirls by his shoulder, and the tiny Navigation Pixie appears! "W-wah! We're really high up, papa!" And she doesn't like the storm brewing down below. She flitters about, taking stock of who's about, and eventually flutters out in front of Fayt! "Mr. Ravus, this is your Node?"     Kirito folds his arms. "If you can keep an eye out like normal, Yui, that'd be great." Going unspoken: Fayt is kind of like a glass cannon in a few ways, so they need to look out for him.     Yui twirls about and snaps a salute. "Understood, papa!" Smiling brightly she floats back over to Kirito and takes up residence in his coat pocket.     At the same time, Kirito's wings come alive and carry him after Fayt. He seems to prefer this slow motion to walking, and zips about to scout the area from the air and see if he can spot anything interesting! 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Progressing along the spires is a profoundly strange sight. It's easy to navigate, but there are a fair number of environmental hazards when one gets too close to some of those spires, apparently whether or not they're hazardous is entirely up to the owner's whims and there's a LOT of whims at play here. More spire variety, in themes, in size... It's an incredible variety of aesthetics on display.     "Auron's probably right here." His sword says, dryly. "Besides, there's the nostalgia value, you know? Gotta go back to the old ways of walking around behind the party leader in single file." What is it even talking about? It's laughing a bit now. "Don't worry, kiddos, we don't have a time limit, let's stick to the safe and sure bet. Best to be patient here."     There'll be a lot of trudging around, and the adventuring guards who are here will find themselves primarily useful for dealing with the hostile terrain that comes up in some of the shorter routes or more absolute roadblocks; Kirito should find his skills put to good use cutting away the various hazards, while Tomoe is going to be needed for more mobile tanking, and Auron for stationary tanking, of the assorted effects and even, at times, traps that some of the spires have on their exteriors.     Eventually, a pair of matching Spires will be seen! A blue and gray submarine-themed one is currently in the process of converting a neighbor from what looks like some sort of skyscraper. That means someone lost theirs, and only recently! Might be worth looking inside, or around for the other mage? 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren looks at the towers. "So... This guy just took down his neighbor, so now we go talk to him? Is there any reason to expect him or her to be friendly? ...Is there anything we can expect at /all/, or is it just... chaos as a recurring theme, here?" 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "So, Fayt? Why do the masters of the spires war on each other? What can they gain from it?" Surely they have a motivation right? Kirito's scratching his cheek. He's steeled his nerves up for this, and there's deep resolve burning in him again after countless months of half-assing the necessary fighting spirit. Yeah, he's gotten rusty, and that's a shame, but it ends now.     He has his reasons.     He spots the matching spires.     "That looks interesting!" 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Auron sends a look at Suchiru. He may or may not know what the sword is talking about, but he smirks nonetheless. "Guardianship is a full-time job," he jokes back at Suchiru as he follows the group. Kirito points out something interesting, and Auron looks up. One spire seems to be taking over another one. Well, that's a good sign. Or a bad sign. Either way, it's what they were looking for.     To Staren, he notes, "If we don't present a direct threat to their ownership of the towers, maybe they won't feel threatened enough to attack us. I wouldn't bank anything important on that, but we can hope." He does, however, look to Fayt, with an eyebrow raised, as if asking for confirmation. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren looks at Auron and tilts his head to one side slightly. "Oh. I'm sure a party of well-armed Elites escorting the person whose node it is could not possibly be construed as a threat." He deadpans. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe looks back to Auron for a moment before she contiunes on. "Yes it's a bad idea in my experiance it's funny how fiction seems to be so very right about that isn't it??" The Salamander seems to be very amused fgor a moment and move head getting the Mournding wall out and her blade ready as she goes after all she's the tank today. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt's eyes go wide as soon as he sees the two towers. "...crap. that looks recent." He looks to ther others. "Alright, We'll check the skyscraper first. Everyone keep an eye out. If the mage in there is still alive that means we've got at most untill that tower is fully converted before the collector shows up!" Unless someone stops him, he starts to run towards the spire.     If Fayt's lucky, the tower will be empty and he can simply go bug the owner of the submarine spire questions.     Fayt's not going to be lucky, is he? 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren takes a deep breath and sighs. He deploys his proto-abstractum armor and his wings and takes to the air, speeding towards the tower that's in the process of being converted. 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     "You're thinking with logic," Auron notes to Staren. "That may very well not apply here. But we should be careful regardless." He's sure everyone will anyway, but yeah. A nod to Tomoe. But he doesn't have time to reply, since Fayt's running at the tower. He'll follow, but he'll likely be bringing up the rear. Not only does he not have any more than human speed to run at, he's actually kind of a slow runner. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Oh well, he can try again. "Faaaayt." Kirito hovers out in front of Fayt, wings thrumming rapidly to keep him aloft even as he heads to the towers. "Why do the tower lords go after each other's towers anyway?" 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Entering into the skyscraper brings the group to what appears to be some kind of office-space-styled interior, mixed with the harsh, metallic militarism of a submarine as it invades. Cubicles are being eaten by jagged, slowly-advancing metal while harsh white fluorescent light slowly turns to dark red tones of underwater craft illumination.     The interior is fairly large and wide, wider than the exterior is. Exploration eventually comes to an executive's office; obviously, a CEO-styled chaos mage would make his home here. And one does. A tall man with a long white beard and a well-styled suit-robe combination, sitting in a large office that is densely packed with paperwork.     Or, rather, he DID make his home here, previously. He appears to recently have had something hasily removed from his chest cavity, with little regard for other materials that inhabited it. Red lightning softly crackles around the wound while he's crumpled limply in a corner, seeping a puddle into the floor. There was a very brief struggle.     Other parts of the tower are still accessible, and there's much to be investigated here in the office for the group to find. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     Yui flinches and dives into Kirito's pocket upon seeing what seems to be a corpse. It's too horrid to gaze at directly. And it's not like Kirito isn't flinching either. That's brutal and weird. Walking into somewhere, seeing that... "...too late...." Well, he knew that since they saw the tower being changed.     "I'm going to make a guess and say that territory means power in some way...." He states quietly. Then, seeing the fallen mage again....     He quivers a litle. "....Is he really dead?" With such a weird wound, he can't be 100% sure! Nothing's as it seems with Chaos magic, after all. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren winces when he finds the mage, then adopts a more neutral, slightly annoyed expression. "Well. So much for that." He looks to Fayt. "So, now we go talk to the guy who did this and hope he doesn't just try to do the same thing to us, huh?" 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     As he notes the dead body, Auron frowns sharply. It's what passes for a wince when he's in 'business' mode. Then reaches to pull Suchiru from its sheath. He doesn't quite know what might await them here. Now, his lack of depth perception will not serve him well for investigative purposes. It's better for seeing movement. But here he makes an effort; if this is an office, there should be files somewhere, right? He looks around for a filing cabinet or computer. Though he silently hopes for the former rather than the latter, since he's not so good with computers.... 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Investigation of the office does find files. Primarily documenting a variety of stock purchases that seem to be euphamisms for attempting to acquire territory in other spires... And a small amount of effort to potentially create what are officially referred to as business partnerships but which seem to actually be attempts to form some kind of alliance in absolute secrecy with several others. Most notably, not their submariner neighbor.     The mage's body continues to crackle with that strange red light around the wound. Whether or not the mage is still alive has yet to be properly investigated, but there's clearly still some kind of active magic here. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt looks to Kirito, and answers his question, frowning. "I have no idea."     Inside hte tower, Fayt frowns at the mage. "Apparently the collector showed up already." Shuddering, he looks to the others. "I think we can still get soemthing here. Check the paperwork, maybe som of the cubicles, I'll... try to take a look at what's up with the mage's wound."     That said, Fayt slips on his goggles and kneels down over the dead(?) mage, holding up Maugis. "Hey, if I tried to enchant something on him, could you use that to try and get a look at what that energy is? I could probably use Ainsley's cartridge if it'd help." 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe is moving and pauses t the sci fi look. It reminds her of the theme on her mobile phone back in Tokyo really. She thinks no more on it as she move ahead and tries to keep moving up on point her blde4s' ready if she needs it and sh looks at him for a moment. "Hummm that could be an idea Fayt and I still don't get this Cartridge thing really..." 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren shrugs. "Very well. Eureka." He loads the Tier I Ran cartridge and begins searching. "So much paperwork... how do we know which of it is /important/? If only someone had narrative-sensitive scanners..." Still, glancing at papers, he tries to find anything that sounds major, rather than pointless bureaucratic busywork. "Negotiations... he was trying to work with other mages?" 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Auron will share what information he finds. Looking to the dead mage, he notes to Fayt's words, "Is this the usual results of a visit from the Collector?" It makes sense, since the mage seems to be missing something. Whatever it is the mage has lost, it's been 'collected'. The mage's heart maybe? He waits for whatever might happen, placing the point of the sword on the ground gently. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     That sizzling light. Kirito's on guard against it. It is the second thing warding him away from investigating the apparent corpse. The first being... geeze, who actually WANTS to touch the dead?     The boy gulps. Since nobody else seems to be doing so, though...     Gathering his resolve, Kirito approaches the fallen mage and reaches out with Lucent Arrester to gently tap his shoulder with the flat, to try and provoke some response. If that doesn't work... he'll overcome his reservations, and check for a pulse. Or at least warmth. That's hard, over FullDive, but whether or not he's breathing - even shallowly - should be doable... 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     "I can't seem to..." Maugris says, full of agitation and unease. "I can't get ahold of it. The enchantment medium." The gloves make a frustrated, flustered noise. "There's something that is already enchanting it. Or..." The gloves now try to draw on a fair bit of Fayt's power here.     What Fayt will be able to detect was that some sort of chaotic power source was previously within this mage, and has, as one might expect, been removed. Its chaotic residual effect is what resists the enchantment. Close enough to the information-gathering stuff one needs here.     "This certainly seems like something done by someone called a 'Collector'. I can't imagine--"     Then Kirito taps the mage's shoulder and he lurches awake, gurgling something through a mouthful of blood. "Ap... appo... ment... appointment... get out... need... appo..." The words barely manage to struggle out of his throat wetly. He doesn't seem to be able to move, but it looks like he's dying of exhaustion more than any actual wound he has. The flickering, crackling red electrical arcing subsides slightly more with each word. 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Auron's in action as soon as it becomes apparent that the mage isn't dead. He approaches the mage, reaching into his coat for a vial of bright green stuff. This he concentrates his qi into, and it shatters into glittering dust in his hand. A green healing aura will be aimed in the general direction of the dying mage. Auron doesn't know if it's going to work, but better to waste a rare X-Potion and fail than to save it and not save someone who could have been saved by it, right? 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe Says "I'm not that good with anything more than throwing fire or light about when it comes to magic." She admits before contiuning on and keeps looking about to see anything she might be able to pick up and then she pulls back. "What the hell....Do we have a healer?!" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt looks to Staren. "Look for appointments. if we can find who he was talking to, we know where we need to go next!" He then looks back to Maugris. "Still alive... He's missing a power source though, don't think I could replace that but..." and then Auron uses a potion. "Maugris, I have plenty of mana at the moment. If I dump a LOT of power on this guy RIGHT NOW, would that be enough to power him again? at least enough to get him somewhere? give him a chance in hell of not dieing?" 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren's ears perk up at the gasp. He turns. The mage is /still alive/?! Wasn't his heart ripped out?? Staren grabs a healing potion and starts to run over, but Auron and Fayt are quicker on the draw. He slows to a couple of steps, thinking. "Al... alright." He's not a doctor. He searches the CEO's desk for anything like an appointment book. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "Are you forgetting about something, Tomoe?" Kirito says without turning to look at her. He makes a gesture though that she should recognize. A mock 'pull up your menu.'     Yeah. She has an inventory. Doesn't she have healing potions?     "O-oi, pull yourself together. Business hours are up for the day." Kirito doubts that's going to convince the mage to come to his senses, but hey... he's alive! That's something! 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Auron isn't able to successfully heal him. However, he IS able to successfully determine the nature of his life. Specifically: He's sustained by chaos magic! One could say his MP has replaced his HP. His body's wounds completely heal, but he stil seems to be dying! It's educational, at least.     "Well, that explains that." There's a firm look from Maugris to Fayt. "I'm ready to try it if you want to." The gloves say, simply, with professional tones instead of the usual haughtiness. "I'll do whatever I can to make it work."     Meanwhile, Staren's finding an appointment book. Nothing of note, just a lot of nonsense that vaguely looks office-ish! Wait, no, there's one appointment he made with a nearby mage, complete with some directions! Probably part of the alliances he was trying to build. Maybe they can get some information from whoever that is? 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt nods, slowly. "Everyone... please get ready, I might need some help after this." and then, suddenly. Fayt puts both his hands on the mages shoulders, and focuses.     Maugris might be in for a bit of a scare here as Fayt basically starts to dump power into the other mage, and the pale trader isn't holding back, at all. He isn't paying the tiniest bit of attention to how much mana he's losing, or even careing as a surge starts to build up and strange, multi-ccolored electricty stats to dance around his head. He's got one goal: get this guy moving again, and to do that Fayt is going to dump power like a madman untill he's either unconcious, someone stops him, or that surge goes off and forces him to stop. 

:'''{{#var:236|Auron (236)}} has posed:'''     Auron nods, though not to anyone in particular. It's a nod of understanding. An Ether would probably have been more useful. Too late now, though. Auron has ONE Ether. One. Because he's not a mage, and tends to sparingly use his qi energy rather than use it as a major point of attack. Instead of using it on the mage, though, Auron uses it on Fayt. Hopefully it'll give Fayt enough to help the mage. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe had a total derping moment at this point as she goes to briung up her memory and goes to get the potion she's going to give it a tryi on the striken mage. She will take a mana potion given she is a hybrid caster she has one and attemps to see if it /does/ anything for him. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     All Kirito can do is stand by while Fayt does his thing. He's ready to catch the mage, or maybe shake him, or something, depending onh ow this goes. "This is a really bad time to know so little about magic." He grumbles. But what can he do except wait and hope? 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren blinks. "There's an appointment in here, soon... and it says how to get there." But... the effort to save the man seems to require something of Fayt. Staren looks to Eureka. "Anything we can do to help Fayt or Maugris?" 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:'''     Dumping magic - not enchantment - into him turns out to be the right idea. Maugris is a little wary and concerned about this, but with the soft blue glow surrounding those gloves, it's not going to be something that the group can't manage to pull off, as waves of light rush off of Fayt.     The man's own stores of mana are being increased; Fayt's hard dump gets him out of critical condition, but other contributions of mana are going to be needed to keep him alive. While this seems to put him in a state where he's not DYING anymore, it's putting him under. The man's slowly being rendered unconscious, despite still mumbling something about appointments and suchlike.     Eureka speaks up to Staren, with a quick and simple statement. "That's easy. Write an appointment with us in there, and take it with you. It should make him much more friendly." 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:''' (!) Fayt's legacy will be changed because he chose the risky healing maneuver. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     "..." Staren blinks. "That's not what I meant, but good idea." Of course, to properly do this requires faking the guy's handwriting with /technological shenanigans/. Staren sprays the book with nanites and delegates Dawn to do the gruntwork -- in the more immediate time, he'll help Fayt. He fishes a spare Spirit Battery out of his bag, as well as the backup battery in his magitech staff. "Rotate them into forms Fayt can draw on. Fayt, you can draw on my mana, too." Although, as he's not a proper mage, he won't have much, but it's something. 

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349/Meeting with Finna

2014-08-05T15:52:36Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt is right where the coords he sent said he'd be. it's outside a small village, a large freighter, the kind you find out in the void has landed here, with the image of a black dragon curled around a shipping crate painted on it's sides. The ships hatch is open as several workers can been seen moving boxes around.     Fayt's here overlooking things, and he looks just like Finna might remember. Short and scrawny, with pale skin and pale blue hair to match. "hopefully I don't get tossed into the hold this time." 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      As the crewmen unload boxes and crates and such, they might hear something falling toward them. Or see it. It would look like a meteor is falling from the sky, complete with fiery tail and roaring sounds. It falls right toward the ship, and impacts only a short distance away. Luckily, this is not an actual meteor, so there is no explosion or devastation. But, a cloud of dust is still kicked up.      From within the dust, there is a roar that is easily recognizable as draconic, then a giant pair of wings flaps and clears the dust, revealing the gunmetal grey visage of Bahamut. He rises to his full height of nearly 15 feet, then crosses his arms over his chest. "That is an interesting insignia." the dragon says in his deep, rumbling voice, a slight grin on his face. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     The hold, Fayt? Oh no. Not because of Finna's antics, anyways. But there is no sign whatsoever of the GREAT AND MIGHTY ERIK BLACKBURN. Instead, one of the humblest of sneaky creatures, a fox, is moseying around in his direction and towards the strange metal ship. It's not the common red fox, though. Instead of rusty or bright red fur, this one's fur is a dark greyish. An Arctic - or Snow - Fox, in its summer coat. To the HIGHLY TRAINED, willful eye, its tail and ears glint silver in the light...     The creature sneaks and sniffs - and lets out a soft *BARK* when the great DRAGON decides to show up. In a clear panic, the fox goes for the nearest source of cover - the creature takes a FLYING LEAP, lands on Fayt's head, then springs a tremendous distance to go careening up into his ship's innards. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     There's something else in the sky. Another ship, but not a freighter. This one hovers at sub-orbital altitudes, monitoring the surface below. The sensor arrays pick up on a fast-moving projectile headed for a freighter on the surface. It looks like a meteor but the ship can't seem to get a read on what it's made of.     Oh well, with that trajectory, it might hit that freighter, and there could be people in that freighter! There's a flash, and a bright beam of blue light shoots down out of the sky as Blurr orbital bounces to the ground, weapons ready to blast that thing out of the sky before it--     ...oh. The Autobot lowers his weapons when he sees that it's Bahamut, the one he met earlier. "Oh, um hi." The blasters quickly retract into their compartments and out of sight. No, no...he was totally -not- just about to shoot at a known ally... 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Bahamut's arrival causes Fayt's employees to panic somewhat, everyone dropping what their doing and running for cover! Fayt meanwhile, just sort of... stares as a dragon and an autobot arrive on hte scene. "Erm... hi?"     Then a fox bounces off his head. "GAH!"     Shaking his head clear. Fayt glances at the others, a bit calmer now but still clearly confused. "Hello? Um... can I help you with something?" 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut just stands there as Blurr appears and points weapons at him. When those weapons are lowered, Bahamut grins again. "Forgive me for my grandios entrance." he says to everyone, then looks to Fayt. "I am Bahamut, and as I flew overhead I noticed the insignia with the dragon on it. I was simply curious whether you were linked to a guild called the Izzet. I was told that they were headed by a dragon and that I should meet this dragon." he says, then points toward the ship. "What was the slinky creature that disappeared into your ship?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Pay no mind to the fuzzy creature that hopped aboard Fayt's ship to take shelter! Right?     The tiny creature peeks its head around the corner to steal a peek at what's happenig out there... 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Sorry." Fayt replies. "This is black Dragon Shipping. We're not linked to Izzit, though we know of them." a pause then, frowning "wait... something went into the ship? Please excuse me a moment. I better look into that." That said, Fayt turns around and makes his way up the ramp leanding into the ship, looking just a bit worried. 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut rumbles lightly when he is informed his suspicions are wrong, but shrugs lightly. "Do you know where I might find them?' he asks as Fayt moves toward his ship. When the creature pokes its head around a corner, Bahamut lets out a slight grunt and points. "It looks harmless, whatever it is." 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Just then - WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!     A streak of grey bolts from the ship like a bullet shot from a gun, though a hazy silver contrail's left in its wake, quickly dissipating.     The speed burst is utterly inexplicable, as though it was rocket-propelled. What the?     No, it's probably better to ask that question while pondering why Fayt has been left pantsless, for it's plain for anyone to see that his undergarments are exposed! Odd, though, that his belt has kept its place...     The fox has quickly managed to get halfway to the thin woods bordering the town before it stops and turns around, dragging a long and flapping SOMETHING that looks suspiciously like the pants in question in its jaws. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Where? well I could get the coords re-GAH!" *THUD*     Fayt topples over as something zooms right past him. Scrambling to his feet, Fayt looks over at the fox. "Hey is that?" he looks down at him self, then back to the fox, then down to himself, then back to the fox. "...gods damnit."     Right, gotta think quickly. Pulling his staff of of his back, (and looking more than a touch embaressed as he works. Fayt puts his staff to the ground, and starts to draw a circle. The whole time carefully watching the fox. "Ok, I think I can get them back, just... no sudden movements please." he then adds, clearly VERY embaressed. "...or comments for that matter."     Mutter mutter stupid fox mutter. 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut doesn't comment. Or move suddenly. He simply...bursts out laughing. His booming laughter can probably be heard for miles. He ends up hunched over from the laughing, his wings outstretched for balance, and his tail twitching in amusement. "Hahahaha...o-of course...no commenting..." Bahamut manages through his laughter. He calms down after a few moments, but he is still grinning. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah um is there any way you can -not- look like a meteor?" Blurr asks, staring at the dragon. "I almost shot at you." He admits. And then...something has taken some of Fayt's clothes? Who is that? And why would they want the cloth? Fayt needn't worry about Blurr making comments or laughing, it isn't a joke he really knows about. "You need help with getting that back?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     The fox is not going anywhere, though upon seeing Fayt's strange motions, it makes a strange noise. A harsh, high-pitched, drawn-out bark. Perhaps provoking him? Or... well, it's really hard to say, this time!     The creature's ears do flick about like scanning radar dishes though. This beast is on the alert! 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt winces at the laughter, but breaths a sigh of relief as the fox doesn't run. "Help? Yeah, ok..." he replies ot blurr, though he doesn't look at him, he's seems to behell bent on not taking his eyes of the fox. "you're liekly a lot faster than me, If this fails, get ready to run."     That said, Fayt finishes drawing a circle with his staff, which opens up into a small black hole. It's a teleport, and where's the other end? The fox might notice the ground suddenly vanish as another black hole opens up right beneath it. Unless it moves quickly it'll fall right in and pop up through the other hole in front of Fayt, who'd readly try to grab hold of it, or at least his pants. 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut grins at Blurr's request. "I cannot promise anything." he replies to the meteor comment. "I must maintain my intimidation factor for when I face enemies. But, I suppose I could tone it down if I do not expect trouble." he says before looking over at Fayt, then at the fox thing, then back to Blurr. "I will assist you if needed. No man should go without pants. Unless he is an Aeon." Bahamut chuckles to himself, amused by this entire situation. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     NOT what the creature was expecting today, that's for sure. The group can see it lose footing, tumble 'into the ground,' and come flying out of the other end.     Now, though, the creature's growling, having found itself engaged in a tug of war with Fayt over the...     ... bundle of ragged material that could have never been Fayt's pants, being blue, not brown? From a DISTANCE it sure looked like Fayt's pants.     Anyone who focuses too hard on these facts might notice something else: Fayt's pants haven't actually gone anywhere.     The heck?! 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     Intimidation? What! Pff. "'Intimidation factor?' Tch, I wasn't -intimidated!" Blurr folds his arms at Bahamut's answer. "I can blow a meteor out of the sky -any- cycle. I just wouldn't want one to crush a bunch of organics or hit a freighter full of supplies, you know?" tHe glances down at whatever Fayt's doing, and chuckles when the creature falls into the portal the man just made. "Nice trick." But, huh? It looks like his clothes weren't gone in the first place. Ah, a hologram, maybe. "What is that, anyway?" 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     Intimidation? What! Pff. "'Intimidation factor?' Tch, I wasn't -intimidated!" Blurr folds his arms at Bahamut's answer. "I can blow a meteor out of the sky -any- cycle. I just wouldn't want one to crush a bunch of organics or hit a freighter full of supplies, you know?"     He glances down at whatever Fayt's doing, and chuckles when the creature falls into the portal the man just made. "Nice trick." But, huh? It looks like his clothes weren't gone in the first place. Ah, a hologram, maybe. "What is that, anyway?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Gotcha!" Grabs hold of the pants. Blurr's question getting a confused responce. "What's... wait a sec..."     and then Fayt suddenly notices. The materials are wrong, and the animal holding it? an arctic fox. out here.     With a frown, fayt looks the fox in hte eyes and says calmly, "oh, I see now. Hi 'Erick'." he then suddenly lets go, just as the fox was about to pull again if possible. yes it's mean, but after what just happened she earned that! 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut blinks as the illusion breaks. Or is dropped. He isn't sure which. But, whichever it is, Bahamut finds himself laughing again. "What an entertaining creature!" he says, still chuckling.      Then, he grins at Blurr. "And yet, you allowed me to land before you prepared an attack? If you truly feared I were a meteor, why did you not fire from your ship?" he says, seeming rather smug about it. "Perhaps you were hoping for a fight?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     The Snow Fox lets go of the junky strips of cloth, notices the fact that two GIANT BEINGS are bearing down on her...     Her body ripples, like the surface of a lake disrupted by a thrown stone. It also expands, shooting upwards in the span of several seconds. Her limbs straighten, shifting from quadrupedal to bipedal. The fur recedes, becoming normal hman body hair. Just in time, too, clothes spring from nowhere in a wave of silvery light to garb the female who rises up, wielding a piddly knife in a reverse grip against the two giants. "Pah... is this what I get for pulling a little prank or two? You're such a sourbutt, sorcerer-trader!"     There seems to be some misunderstanding here.     She grins ferally up at Bahamut and Blurr. "Size doesn't scare me...!"     ... Maybe it does. She's shiverin ga little. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     Blurr is...certainly huge compared to them. He's even about twice as tall as Bahamut. Speaking of the dragon, the Autobot just huffs at him. "Ha! You -better- be glad I didn't fire from the ship. You would've been blown to microns. And I didn't because you aren't that big. Would've been a waste of energy. I thought I could bounce down to the surface before you landed, but the jump platform was too slow." The teleporter, not him, of course. Blurr is NEVER too slow.     Blurr arches an optic ridge at the fox who just turned into a human. A shapeshifter, huh. A prankster, huh? Reminded him of someone else he knew. "Hey, hey. Calm down, lady. No one's threatening you." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "No fighting near the ship please." Then finna gets a confused look "What? What I do?" Fayt sounds honestly confused. Then he notices the knife... Uh oh.     Fayt's quick to get himself in the middle of the group, Namely, he tries to put himself between Finna and the others. "No fighting here. Put the knife away please, there's no threat here." The pale mage lets out a sigh, This is REALLY not going well for him. "Everyone clam down please. i'm just trying ot do my job here." 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut raises an eyeridge as the fox transforms into a rather pleasant looking woman. With fox features. He finds himself intrigued. And grinning when she promises she is not afraid of size. "That is good to know." he says with a bit of a hinting rumble, then he chuckles. "But, there is no need for hostilities. These two do not seem to appreciate your humor. I was quite amused, as you might have heard." he says, not even worrying about the knife.      "And, your illusion was impressive. Even I was fooled, and my eyes are usually pretty sharp." the dragon continues. He starts toward Fayt and Finna before pausing to look over at Blurr. "I would enjoy comparing your ship's main weapon to my Mega Flare." is all he says before he continues walking, the ground shaking lightly with each step. He stops when he is a few feet away from Fayt and Finna, then crouches down so he isn't standing so far over them. He then slowly holds out a clawed hand to Finna. "I am Bahamut, Aeon of Bevelle and defender of Spira. And you are?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "You call such huge guardians and expect me to stay calm?!" Finna barks, her ears and tail stiff as birds. Sstill,s he glances between Blurr and Bahamut with shoulders bunched up.. and forces herself to relax. The knife is tucked away behind her back and... well, wherever it went, it's gone. "... Oh, so you're not...good. phew."     Seems she thought Fayt was pulling something on her... "... I came to do business, not have dragons rain down on me from the heavens..." She notes sarcastically, poking a finger up against Fayt's nose - yes, buster, this is clearly YOUR fault Fayt! - and twists her lips around perplexedly. "Dragons and... whatever YOU are, metal giant!" She loks over a shoulder at Blurr there... "But what a friendly dragon it is! Thank you, I do try. The name is Finna!"     ONly then does her tail unstiffen and start wagging slowly back and forth, though her demeanor is quite sour right now. "You were supposed to chase... you cheater." 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     Guardians? She thought he was the guy's guardian? Primus, she was stupid. Blurr shakes his head. "Hardly. And sure, that really looked like -business- to me." he says sarcastically. "I wasn't trying to ruin your fun, or anything, just thought a meteor might be about to hit the freighter so I couldn't just sit there and do nothing, since if that -had- been the case, it could've killed you all." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt, in true Fayt fashion, leans away from the finger. "Hey, I didn't call them! They just showed up! And what do you mean cheating? you're the one with the shapeshifting and illusions here!" 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      "I am a guardian of sorts, but not specifically of this trader. I was simply coming to ask him something myself when you showed up. I do apologize about startling you with my entrance." Bahamut says to Finna, then tsks at Fayt and Blurr. "You two need to lighten up. Finna was obviously just trying to bring a bit of fun into Fayt's life. Pretending to take someone's pants is hardly a hostile act."      Bahamut then stands tall again and crosses his arms over his chest, a light grin playing over his face. "Now, let us all just calm down." he says, although his grin fades when he realizes with just a little more discretion on his part, the stress level here would probably not be nearly as high. He snorts lightly as dragons tend to do. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "They are gifts from the moon Goddess herself. Who are you to call that cheating?!" Finna counters, adopting a FOUL look on her face and GLARING at the trader with a full-bore stare.     .... One might wonder how serious that retort actually is, though, with the grin she slowly cracks.     "... I'm talking to a Dragon and a giant metal person..." She mumbles bewilderedly to herself a moment later. The Multierse sure has gotten interesting!     "Nothing at all unusual about that... ahuhuhuu....hrm! So it was just bad timing... here I'd thought Fayt was pulling something. Hrm... s, you're NOT pulling something?" She whirls on Fayt, again poking - regardless of how far back Fayt backedals the finger doesn't seem to be getting any further away... wait is her arm stretching, or is that just a trick of the viewing angle?! 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt keeps leaning back as the finger approaches him, to the point that he ends up leaning over at a funny angle, wobbling in place before finally... "Woah!" *THUD!*     Fayt, now sprawled out on his back, blinks at the finger pokeing his nose. "What the...?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     With Fayt toppling over, only then is it really revealed... no, the arm has not stretched, and Finna's finger has not moved. There's a slight afterglow of silvery light surrounding the finger though, that wasn't easily noticed before. And it quickly fades.     "Heh. Heheh. You're so easily fooled..." 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     "Cybertronian." Blurr corrects Finna. "And what are you, besides someone who can create illusions and turn into an animal?" He chuckles when Fayt falls over. "It doesn't look like he's going to be pulling anything."     "And I never said it was hostile." he remarks to Bahamut. "I'm perfectly calm, okay?" 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      "You do not sound calm." Bahamut says to Blurr, grinning. He's obviously just baiting the Autobot. He looks over as Fayt topples over, then chuckles. "Your magic seems to be quite effective on him." he says to Finna, then chuckles again. "Perhaps we should allow the trader to conclude his business here. I apologize for any trouble I caused." Bahamut adds, then steps a short distance away from the others. "And, I should return to Spira. It does not take long for some trouble to develop there." he says as he spreads his wings. But, before he takes off, he looks to Finna. "I would be honored to speak with you again. Your abilites are...entertaining." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Scrambling back to his feet. Fayt frowns at Finna for several moments, before sighing again. "Anyway, did you want to discuess trade this time or just mess with me more?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "Those goals are not mutually exclusive!" Finna quips in correction, only to grin at Bahamut a few moments later. She seems sliiightly intimidated by the much larger beings present... and probably will stay so unless she does something to rectify that situation...     ".... I was HOPING to see if you were brave enough to be worth dealing with.... a dash into the woods would've done well! .... I'm not sure whether standing stalwart in the face of a giant dragon and... 'Cyber...tronian' dropping in from the heavens is a sign of bravery or something else ENTIRELY though!" She now sprouts a BIG playful grin, and the tail wags much faster even as she folds her arms across her stomach! 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt frowns. "You're still going on about that." He shakes his head. "Unfortunatly, I have to round my men up and get moving again, we have more cargo we need to drop off elsewhere. Here." He'd actualy pull a business card out of his belt pouch and hand it to her. "I'm likely going to regret this, but here's my contact info. Feel free to get hold of me if you ever want ot do business." a pause then. "and please, no prank calling with random snipe hunts, a lot of that stuff actually exists out here and we charge a fee for that." 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut stops as he hears Finna's comment, then grins to her. "I would lean toward the something else." he says with a chuckle as he raises a clawed hand and flexes the claws a few times, then lowers it. "After all, you look to be little more than a tasty snack to a large dragon." he adds, then snaps his teeth together firmly enough to make a playful 'clack'.      As Fayt prepares to leave, Bahamut raises a hand to bid him goodbye. "I apologize again for hindering your delivery." 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "Yes... something else. I look forward to figuring out whaaaaat!" This last part comes out in a cutesy tone as Finna wiggles the offending finger at Fayt. "A pity now isn't the best time, but you aren't getting away that easily for long, trader!"     An enthusiastic nod's sent Bahamut's way moments later, but for now, Finna turns about and starts to wander off. "Take care out there! 

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Trade at Crystal Valley

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Crystal valley, outside of being a very nice place for a vacation, is also home to several small towns and villages, plenty of which are willing to trade in magical good or the weird plants that grow out here.     so it should come as no suprise when one of the vilalges is being visited by a small freighter, a large metal box that's set itself down on the ground at the village outskirts. several wokers moving around boxes or inspecting the shipt itself.     one of the people here stands out, short and scrawny, with pale blue hair and equally pale skin, a staff on his back and what looks like goggles hanging around his neck, he doesn't seem like somthing you'd readly find on a trading vessle. Maybe he's a guard? He seems to watching over the crates at any rate. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Any places with STRANGE PLANTS that might be useful for all kinds of weird things is easily attractive to Finna, and that's exactly what brings her to this weird place. Potent medicines or plants that can be used for building things, or perhaps provide some strange advantage to warriors or shamans would be extremely valuable to the Haslanti and perhaps Creation as a whole, and so she's been scurrying around the area for a few hours now.     But now there's a STRANGE sight. A flying ship like none she's ever seen! Now that's worth investigating.     So it is that a MOUNTAIN OF A MAN STROLLS UP TOWARDS THE SHIP. A man in ragged, leather trousers and NOTHING ELSE. He travels the land barefoot, and why not? For it is as though one took a mountain, chiseled it down to the heart, and then the Heart, having enough of this shit, up and walked off to go and harass Fayt. His muscles have muscles, his scars have scars, and his jaw is proud, strong, and wide - the kind one might see on a superhero comic cover. Yet his hair is a pale blonde, and he has a short, thick, rough beard. A sword with a gleaming steel blade, long as he is, has been slung over his back, held in place by a lone belt worn over his otherwise bare chest. The only other thing he wears is a NECKLACE OF FANGS.     "This a merchant vessel?" The barbarian asks of Fayt! 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''      Fayt blinks a few times as... something very, VERY large approaches the ship. The pale little mage crains his neck up to look at the giant, "ERM... Hello?" he sounds understandibly surprised. "Yes, this is a merchant ship, is there something I can help you with?"     Several of the other people working here take note of the man... and then very quickly go back to work, wisly deciding that they're REALLY much too busy for this and they'll just let their boss deal with Big McLargeHuge. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "Mrrrmfgh." The man ponders aloud, sounding much like a glacier scraping across the land. "Indeed. I've heard word of special plants to be found in this land. Ones available nowhere else. I wander the Multiverse, hunting for all manner of resources for my tribe... and a merchant would be just the sort to task..." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Well..." Fayt smiles slightly. "If it's a merchent you need, you're in luck. I run Black dragon shipping. This si one of my ships here." He motins to the freighter, it even has an image of a black dragon curled around a shipping crate on the side of it. "So, what kind of things are you looking for? Maybe we could help?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "Hoho. Think you can help, then, can you? Well then, little man..." The giant CROUCHES a little, hands on his knees. Sure he's big and intimidating, but his voice is hearty and friendly enough! "My people live in the ice, and the snow. The land does not give up its bounty easily, and crops have little time to grow. I'm looking for hardy crops, 'n maybe some medicinal ones that can take the cold and be worth the trouble, better 'n the ones we got! Have you anythin' like that fer sale?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt actually backs up just a bit as Finna crouches. "Hmm... Stuff that grwos in the cold..." He idly pulls on his goggles as he seems ot think about it. "There's a few things I'm aware of. Magic plants a few things that grow in some of the colder worlds that unified... Think a few places make greenhouses for that kind of thing... It'd take awhile to get a list of everything we can get hold of together." Fayt may not look like much, but he apparently takes his job fairly seriously. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "Green houses? Green HOUSES?" The giant of man rubs his bearded chin thoughtfully. "'n what abouts is a green house? Never heard the word before. now, plants that actually grow IN the snow... that's a whole new thing altogether. You even HAVe such a thing?!" The giant leans in a bit, eyes now genuinely wide with amazement! 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Greenhouses? they're glass buildings you go grow plants inside of with the right, tools you could probably set one up, though there's the problem of soil... could possibly handle that too. There's also smaller once called cold frames, good for keeping a couple small plants." curiously, as Fayt talks, he seems to be looking at something at the space right in front of him, even though there's nothing there. Must be something with the goggles?     "As for the plants? Ever hear of airplants? There's some that can take the cold." That done, Fayt pulls the goggles back off and looks back up at Finna. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "Airplants, eh? Cannae say I have..." Again the monstrous man rubs his fuzzy chin... "Glass. Hrm. Might be worth lookin' inta. Glass ain't too common where I'm from. 'cept a bit from raidin' the lik. Could do some trading." The man sprouts a grin. "How much is elk, elephant seal, whale, heck, animal products in general worth to 'ya? Or some live ones, if that floats your boat. Enough to bargain fer somma these things?"     Fayt might, if he focuses hard, spot something odd. Not about the great man, but in his shadow. Something is in the shadow that is NOT matched by the man. there's some sort of tail-thing wagging about? 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     The huge man does, however, look over the strange airship Fayt came in on, and quips, "... Don't think you'd want a whole live mammoth on this thing though. Gaha!" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Well..." Fayt replies "for stuff like that we could..." Fayt suddenly looks at finna, jsut really, REALLY looks. something starting to buzz in the back of the pale mages head He doesn't seem angry or upset, just confused, confused and perhaps a bit unnerved. "We're... not allowed to move live cargo, it's... complicated." a pause, then Anyway sorry but... I don't think you gave your name?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "Erik." The man rumbles, slamming a fist to his chest. "Erik BLACKBURN of Icehome." Wherever the hell THAT is.     "No live cargo, eh? ... Can' quite blame ya... all that mess they'd make..." Now folding both arms across his chest, but still leaning in and peering curiously down at Fayt. "... You really a trader?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt doesn't have the best of magic senses, He can't really "read" magic the same way other mages can, He's not ever, compleatly clueless: he can pick up on things, he just can't make any sence of the input.     right now, his sensees are starting to tell him something is up with what's in front of him, and while he can't make sense of what it is, it's just enough to start putting him on edge.     "Huh? Me? Y-yeah..." He backs away just as much as 'Erik' leans in. "...what about you?" He starts to carefully glacne around, wait a sec, did something on the ground just...     Fayt is clearly being put off by whatever it is he's picked up on, though he hasn't quite paniced or worse, turned violent just yet. His employees, noticing something's gotten into thier boss, have quietly started to clear out of the area. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "Me? Hunter... gatherer... more recently, adventurer." Erik straightens out again, stretching his neck and adjusting the necklace with a tug, showcasing the MANY FANGS that dangle and jingle from it. "Been doing plenty o' the last one these days, since the warpgates showed up."     obviously curious at the way the workers are getting freaked out, and spotting Fayt's own tenseness, the man perplexedly presses his lips together, then leans in again. "Something wrong, trader?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt once again backs up as much as Erik leans in, He seesm to be glancing around in a somewhat confused manner, He SWARES he's picking up something but... "Un... n-nothing don't um... huh?" Fayt suddenly seems to focus on something on the ground.     "Um... out of curosity, do you have a tail?" If Erik looked, Fayt's carefully eyeing him, but also seems to be glancing at his shadow. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "Eh?" The big man blinks. Erik sprouts a grin, then GUFFAWS heartily with another slap to the chest. "A TAIL?! Pfhahaha! Now that's a tale if I ever heard 'un! You mus' be lookin' too long at all da shiny coins, they're hurtin' yer EYES."     The shadow-tail starts wagging FASTER. Much like a happy dog. It is, however, too fluffy for a dog's tail... 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah... you're not you, are you?" He's starting to sound REALLY worried now. "I mean... someone like you, just fights with a sword right? Except I'm not picking up right now. You're doing something? Illusions? Shapechanging? Something's telling me I'm not seeing what I'm supposed to.     Coincidentally, Fayt's not only getting increasingly unnerved by all of this, but he's slowly reaching one hand around to that staff on his back... 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "..... Hrrrrrrmghrf." Erik spots this sudden move of hostility. "'n is yer first impulse to assume everything that isn't what it seems to be out to get 'ye? That's pickin' a fight ye can't win, if so. I brought no threat 'yer way... for such a little man, yer bravery's more than I'd expect!" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     FAyt very suddenly backs up again, almost tripping over himself im the process. "I have to be careful there's a lot of trouble out in the Multiverse, the war going on doesn't help much." He's stopped going for his staff, though he still seems a bit on edge. "S...sorry?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "Greh... that war. Silly thing, but if people ain't fightin' over one thing it's another. Keeps people on their toes at least, don't it?" The man sprouts another big, vibrant grin... and reaches out to steady Fayt. "You spook easily... hard to believe yer' a trader. Some Guildsmen I've heard of are beyond brave. They'll get in contests with the best cheifs over who can hold their hand in a fire the longest! Of course, 'n you didn't hear this from me..." The big man leans in, conspiratorially, to aside Fayt's way as if this were the most confidential fact ever, and whispers, "They cheat." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "I was um... kind of a mage first?" Fayt admits, Erik would fine leaning in towards Fayt a bit tricky, as he seems to still lean away from any attempts to get closer to him. or at least he'll try, with a hand on him he likely can't get any far. apparently eitehr Fayt is still freaking out or... well this might actually be normal for him. "I see?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     'Erik' heaves a mighty sigh after several seconds of silence, and releases Fayt. Once again the man stands stalwart with arms folded. "'Yer no bargainer, that's for sure. How can you make deals when 'yer limp as a noodle?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt wobbles a bit as he's released. " once's he's steady again. He gives 'Erik' a blank look. "Eh?" once again, he sounds a bit lost though given what he just went through, that's probably somewhat understandable. "I um... er... Sorry?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "What are you... a mouse, 'r a MAN?" Erik suddenly bellows, leaning in towards Fayt with serious concern in his icy blue eyes! 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt leans away about as much as Erik leans in. "...man?" He looks honestly confused now. "I um... What exactly are you getting at here?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "How can I do business with a guy who falls over in a stiff breeze?" Erik grouses unhappily at Fayt. "How c'n anyone?" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Eh?" Fayt blinks. "Hey... you said you wanted the plants, right? What else do you need?" He crosses his arms. "Anything that's on he market, my company can find it." He frowns a bit. "now, the naimals? We can't take anything live but the meat and furs are good. could probably find a buyer for the bones while I'm at it." A pause, before he adds, "...that isn't plotting something really creepy and/or weird with them... stupid necromancers." 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "Gods in Heaven, NOTHING good comes from Necromancy!" The man actually seems fearful for a moment, shuddering and recoiling back a step. "Or the UNderworld. Better make SURE nothing liek that happens! But, t'be honest, I don'tHAVE any beast products with me... know who will... 'm just scouting for deals. 'n this one's the best I've seen yet... you get me information on these seeds 'n plants, and if it's good, there's mammoth meat, whale blubber, 'n much more where I'm from for it.... only trouble is, you being so wimpy, I doubt the chiefs'll deal fairly with ya. 'n That's not how I'd like relations with the Multiverse to start off..." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Don't worry! Not speaking from experence on that one! Though the orders I've had to turn down back when I was unaffiliated... eesh." he lets out a sigh. "I was only panicing so much because well..." he point to Erik's shadow again. "I have no idea what you're actually doing, or why for that matter. But it's sort of throwing what little magical senses I have for a loop." 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "....." WHOOOOOOSH. A big, meaty hand lunges out to grab Fayt by the collar, and Erik promptly just starts DRAGGING him up the ramp of his own ship. "Tactless, oafish wimp... consider yourself lucky this venture seems worthwhile to me." Wait, wait, WHAT? Did the accent just vanish all of a sudden? Gone is the hearty friendliness, replaced with a moment of harsh, well-spoken criticism. But once they're inside, and out of anyone else's sight - at least, anyone from the village... something REALLY WEIRD starts happening.     'Erik' undergoes a change. 'His' flesh almost seems to MELT, turning into the consistency of gelatin, but with no real volume... see, he starts shrinking. Or rather, all his limbs shrink, the muscles vanishing. The blonde hair changes, turning snow-white. Little fox ears peek through it moments later, and soon the tail in the shadow migrates to Finna's actual rump as the rest of her body finishes changing. For a brief moment, her modesty's protected only by her hair - clothes are one of the last things to finish properly changing.     But yes, in a handful of seconds, a white-haired, icy-blue eyed foxgirl in clothing made of hunted furs and leathers. Thankfully, she is MUCH, much shorter - only an inch taller than Fayt himself.     But she's frowning ever so severely, and pointing a finger accusingly right at his nose.     He cannot help but just FEEL the message in that gesture. 'You make a big deal out of this, and it won't go well.' 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Almost as an afterthought, the intense scowl starts melting, as if she were not super serious about it. But, oddly enough, asomething REALLY strange is happening on her forehead. Silvery light gleams there, burning softly like an ember. In moments, a faint sign shines there. The crescent moon, wrought in pure energy - just brightly enough to catch the eye. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "ACK!" Fayt actually struggle as he' suddenly lifted up, thought given that he has a mages strength, he's likely not getting anywhere. Once he's set down, the mage stumbles a bit before simply toppling over. *THUD!* "...ow." He manages set up just in time to see 'Erik' replaced with someone else. at first he seems worried, but then he notices the mark on her forehead. "An exalt? At least that rules out some of the more worrying possa... well actualy no, I know a solar, she's one of the most worrying people I know." Rubbing the sides of his head, Fayt lets out a sigh from his spot on the floor. "Gods damnit." He's not panicing, not yet at least, though he seems to have a bit of a 'not again' attitude about the whole thing. like he's weirdly use to crazy stuff happening to him. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "You're a strange one." The foxlady posits, hands on her hips, and an -almost- feral grin sprouting on her face. Bit of a lopsided grin, at that. Thankfully, nowshe is much leaner, and can LEAN IN over Fayt like this without COMPLETELY overshaddowing him.. "And that makes the THIRD time someone has known what I am... that is getting /AGGRAVATING./ Just how do YOU know? I thought the warpgates had only just come to us... you certainly should not have had the opportunity to meet travelers from Creation, let alone a Sun-child..." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "Erm..." Fayt once again leans away as much as Finna leans in, likely ending up on his back if she leans in far enough. "There's been more than one creation to show up here. That's how. anyway um... sorry if it was importint I didn't notice the... shapshifting... thing." Suprisingly, that apology doesn't sound too fearful, he actually does sound sorry that he might of somehow broken something. Weird. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     Rather suddenly, Finna slaps a palm over her face. This hides the Caste Mark, but only mildly. It still shines through her palm...     "I'm a fool to simply drop it, for such a simple reason. You are too wimpy. Such a wimp that I don't feel good fooling you... much!" Much. Oh dear. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt's responce is simple. his face goes blank. "Um... Are um... are you ok?" he's starting sound worried again. 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "Why do you worry about ME? Is it not YOU facing down one of Luna's Chosen, who are feared through half of Creation?!" Finna grouches, lips twisting to one side of her face in a highly indignant and CONFOUNDED look.. boy is this frustrating. "What an odd fellow you are. Perhaps, in trade, instead of meat you need tutoring." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     "ERM... sorry?" Fayt just blinks at the tutoring remark. "I um... I don't have much say in this do I?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "..." And now Finna plants her hands on her hips even MORE emphatically and leans ALL the way in, hints of fury showing on her face. "What is wrong with you? Can't even stand up for yourself? Grr... no, dictating how you should live is not my way. You should have the pride to fix this problem yourself." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:'''     Fayt, if he could would sink into the floor. "...Tell you what? I honenstly need to round up my men, We've got a lot of work and I don't want ot delay things too much, we'll take later, alright?" 

:'''{{#var:513|Finna (513)}} has posed:'''     "Maybe we will, or maybe not." Finna says, folding her arms. With a sigh of resignation she strolls past Fayt - but does not neglect to swing her tail up to give his nose a good tickling on the way out! 

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NODE: Kingdom of Discord - Exploration

2014-07-17T15:03:48Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2014/07/16
|Location=The Homeworld
|Synopsis=With some help, Fayt explores one of the many spires of the Kingdom of discord, and gets an idea of what exactly is going on in the node
|Thanks=Abstractum.net for GMing
|Cast of Characters=6, 73, 319, 347, 353
|Tinyplot=When They Return
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:''' Opening the drawbridge via its lever is simple, though only Fayt can actually do it, and it opens out onto a bridge. The bridge is stone, parapets like a castle interspersed with the occasional high, arching delicate tine. It's steady, and has a good handrailing, but still. A thick, heavy wooden castle-styled door marks the end of the bridge, set into the side of the opposite tower. But the opposite tower is only a few feet wide. Still, only door available. Heading through this door does not take Fayt into a tower. It takes him out of a DIFFERENT tower. Presumably, his own, here; a plain-looking, practical sort of spire formed with blue and black-tinted stone. There's a massive array of spires in the distance, connected to this one by a complex web of bridges. Fayt finds it quite simple to navigate to any of these nearby. Surrounding spires are strange, themed in weird ways, but clearly themed. One is made of pure steel and styles itself after a car engine, one is a bright pink with many soft angles, another appears to be made of flesh and dripping a gross black substance down its openings... And yet more are still stranger! There's many around here. Down below, in the strange, cloudy space below the spires, you can see a strange, soft red glow that pulses irregularly and chaotically, like the lights of lightning... 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:''' Right, go time! Fayt pulls the lever, and makes his way across the bridge. Once he's outside the tower and looking over the bridges. Fayt takes a slow look at the horizon, before turning to look at the others, who've hopefully follwoed him inside. "So... erm... last time I was here, I didn't really get any good answers on what I should be doing. didn't even find anyone really. The one thing I do know is each of those towers out there is basically a kingdom onto itself so..." he frowns, "Where should we go first?" 

:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:''' "No, no no no." Laer says, even as she follows along after, Nyarie in her hand. "That's not how it works. We're not supposed to be the hero, you're supposed to be the hero. We have our own stories if we wanted to guide it!" Not that she'll stop anyone else from giving advice, but she was here to get a story and write it, not to make it up herself. She will, of course, be embellishing. 

:'''{{#var:73|Frederica (73)}} has posed:''' "So this is your home, hmmm~?" Frederica asks, pushing her way impatiently inside once Fayt opens the door. It's frustrating to her, these doors that can't be opened by anyone the Node doesn't belong to. She's not used to timid Fayt having to take the lead in anything, so naturally she'd already attempted to enter his Node before he could do so. She peers around with some interest, taking note of the bizarre spires in the distance. She glances back, peering up at the relatively boring tower of Fayt's. "Not your home, not really." she comments. But for some reason she equates this chaotic land of spires with Fayt's own home... which of course she's never actually seen. What's really weird is, if this isn't Fayt's home, it's somehow a reflection of the timid chaos mage. That doesn't bear much thinking about. "So, no idea where to go or what to do. Well, we need to find the Pures. There's likely to be some, right?" she suggests, sounding the very voice of reason. "I'd say we'll have to find the most unpleasant tower. The most evil one. Probably something totally black. And then burn it to the ground." she grins, slightly malevolently. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe is here to help Mr. Stuff Getter, but it's been some time since she was last here, after all, which leaves the Iron Lily concenred about things. She looks over at Fayt for a moment and she thinks about what he's said. "IF we have no idea pick one at random and go I say." she looks over at Frederica amd gave her a bit of grind as she did. "That's logical, and don't be so sure in Kirito's node it has me not making assumptions." 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:''' "Right!" Nyarie is saying to Fayt alongside Laer. "I mean, what sort of pinball hero just goes along with things! A story should all be the hero's fault." Wait, fault? Shinrin is very condemning! "We need to at least investigate these towers more thoroughly before we make any snap-judgements of arson, you know." The medallion says to Frederica. "I dunno, sounds like it could be fun, if these guys can do this sort of rennovation they can probably rebuild fast!" Tizona is casual and enthusiastic. "But yeah, pick one at random if you wanna, I say." Maugris seems on their side. "Fayt, you need to do these things proactively." There's a wide variety of towers available for him to pick! He just has to pick, of course; one could search by all sorts of standards! 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:''' "Hmm..." Fayt frowns a bit. "Well I'm pretty sure we wouldn't want to run into any pures without talking to the locals first... alright then." He turns around, pointing to the tower that looks like a car engine. "We start there, see who's inside, hopefully they'll try to talk to us rather than kill us." with that said, he walks off towards the tower. 

:'''{{#var:73|Frederica (73)}} has posed:''' Frederica breaks into a grin at Shinrin's reaction, then an outright laugh as her Abstractum condemns random arson. Frederica takes her powers extremely seriously and the thought of damaging 'innocent' targets is so anathema to her that she didn't intend anything by the comment. Shinrin's condemnation doesn't affect her at all, which is a marked contrast to what normally happens when the device rebukes her. "Okay okay~!" Frederica giggles. "We investigate the evil nasty black spire, or whatever colour it is, and THEN we burn it to the ground!" she agrees playfully. She nods to Fayt's suggestion, still grinning. "Good idea. We don't approach the nastiest towers first. You said you didn't talk to anyone here yet, so we can change that now!" she says, approving. 

:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:''' "Yes, exactly." Laer eggs on her abstractum, cheerily agreeing with it. "You need to fail spectacularly to start so that you can angst about it later before finding redemption and living happily ever after with one of the girls from the opening chapter." She'll pause for a moment. "Not me." That said, she'll follow along to the tower of engineuity. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe :says "HJumm a curious point there. EIther way Fayt you need to stop being so passive they are right." She looks to Federica and no she laughs a bit at her. It's hard to really stay down about her friend really. She makes ready to go and she falls in with the otherss heading for the tower. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:''' The HOTRODDER SPIRE gushes ominous flames from its exhaust pipes as Fayt heads towards it, its engine rumbling ominously! As Fayt himself enters, he'll find its interior matches the exterior. It's a mix between some kind of garage and the interior of a car, leather and metal and concrete and piping, with huge engine parts churning away at the environment! The spiure has dozens of floors, all of them in complex configurations with esoteric magical purposes! Oddly, though, something's out of place. There's a massive section that seems to intersect with the influence of another tower. The pink, softer tower that was neighboring this one appears to have some of its aesthetic intruding in here. What look like a princessy bed with a nice elegant little table you'd expect to find in a victorian mansion at the foot of it. Occasionally, the intruding environmental element will crackle with sudden bursts of arcing red lightning. Hmm. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:''' As he enters the tower, Fayt grabs his goggles and slaps them on over his eyes, he can't scan, but he can certainly take notes. Inside, Fayt takes a slow look around, putting a hand up next to his mouth as he calls out. "HELLO? Is anyone in here? We're from a neighboring tower, we'd like to talk a bit if possible!" He loosk back at the others. "not sure they can hear us over the engines. If there's anyone here to start with. Hmm..." Then he spots the bed. slowly, his head tilts ot the side. "Funny, that looks like it's from a different spi-GAH!" He jumps back a bit as it suddenly arcs. Carefully, he inches back up to near where the infuence joins with the rest of the tower, though not too close, he'd rather not get hit by that! His head slowly tilts to the side as he looks it over. "This worringly reminds me of surge buildup..." He looks at the others. "Anyone here really good at sensing magic?" 

:'''{{#var:73|Frederica (73)}} has posed:''' "Cute." Frederica notes. It's hard to say if she's being sarcastic or if she genuinely believes a pretty pink princess bed is an aesthetic to be admired. She reaches up to her hood, pushing it back and fluffing her twintails forward across her chest. She blinks at the arc of eenrgy, but doesn't freak out quite as much as Fayt. Then again, he knows more about this sort of thing. "Surge buildup..." she repeats, a bit of worry creeping up on her. She shakes her head. "Psychic energy, sure. I can't sense magic though." she admits willingly enough. "This isn't my specialty." she shrugs. The only way she can tell what this is, is if she's first reduced it to ashes and slag. And that... well, she's not going to do that. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe is looking at the hotrodder spire for a moment wondering just what she's going to find in there. It's like Monster Garage the building form the look of it. She takes a moment ot notice something else doesn't seem right here. What's going on with the dangerousl pink bit in here? "This doesn't seem to be right this doesn't look like it should be here. Any ideas on this?" 

:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:''' This looks more than slightly odd, certainly, not exactly what Laer had expected when she'd set foot into the place, but while she can't precisely SENSE magic she's certainly an expert on it in its various forms. Well, some of its various forms; maybe not in precisely this form. "Nyarie, what do you think?" She'll ask as she looks rather closely at the problematic lightning, leaning in, not too worried about getting a little zapped if it comes to that. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:''' There's a loud, long, sustained sort of grunt-like greeting. Barreling down the stairs, wreathed in fire, a three-wheeled motorcycle gushing massive flames out of huge tailpipes and with an ostentatiously huge engine bared dangerously skids to a stop in front of the group. The man on top of it is some sort of cross between a wizard and a biker, a stout fellow wearing sunglasses and a thick white beard that drapes over a leather jacket studded with enchantment and metal. "'Ey." A dismissive grunt to the group. "Wha'." He prompts Fayt to speak with a short rev. Maugris speaks, dryly. "No wonder this is a kingdom of discord, if all the towers have these sorts of rulers. I imagine the conflict between them must be unbearable." Nyarie says, regarding that strange aesthetic intrusion, "Doesn't mesh with the story. We ought to get rid of it!" 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:''' Fayt... blinks, this happens a few times as what he's looking at fully registers with him. "..." Eventually he shakes his head clear. "Right, Hello. I'm Fayt, I'm from teh really plain looking spire next to this one? Anyway, I..." He pauses as he looks over at the bed again... which is sparking in a very un-bed-like fashion. "Well, for a start I've noticed that seems to be from a diferent spire... and it doesn't seem to be here peacefully. Do you know what's going on with that?" 

:'''{{#var:73|Frederica (73)}} has posed:''' As a biker wizard bursts onto the scene, Frederica draws herself up to her full height. It is, admittedly, not an impressive height. She makes up for it though, looking down upon the wizard with disdain. Not contempt, but with a clear aloofness that screams 'not impressed'. She doesn't even flinch as the bike skids dangerously just in front of them. Once she's milked the aloofness for all the cred it's likely to give her, she spoils it by opening her mouth. This is an admittedly common occurrence with her. "I wonder if the surges have always been here, or if this is the crisis we're here to deal with?" It would be a perfectly dignified thing to say, admittedly, had Frederica said it contemplatively. She's too uncertain though, and that uncertainty's plain in her non-assertive question. 

:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:''' Laer will stare, meanwhile, at the wizard biker. Biker wizard. Either way, she can't say she necessarily approves of the sudden twist in the story towards urban fantasy. "We're here to clean up these streets, and restore order to this place! And by we, I mean him. You should acknowledge him as the rightful hero here to save you from the intruding pretty princess bed. Also from the lightning. I bet there's a sword or something around here that can deal with it, right?" She may have forgotten she's not in her own node where making crap up works a bit better. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:''' "Mmm." Fayt doesn't get a name or much of a greeting from the man. Not even a name! "Not here makin' worse?" He seems very terse. It's not clear if he can actually speak in long sustained sentences or not. "It's shit." He says, plainly. "Tryin' clear these out." He revs his bike again and it glows with sudden, intense blue light! The whole structure seems to rumble and brilliant red lights spark and flash around the bed before it disappears. It leaves the hostile red lightning, which lingers and sparks all around the area of the bed. The biker swears offensively for a short while about it, but seems to think it's normal. Frederica, on the other hand, will find it quite obvious what's going on here! Sort of. She can detect, at the very least, a substantial psychic clash - two minds trying to overpower each other - which is presumably having a MAJOR detrimental effect on reality in this world, if those red arcing lines of magic are anything to go by. The precise effects, though, remain a mystery! 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:''' "Definatly not interested in making things worse. You've seen what's going on below the clouds outside? That storm? I'm trying to figure out what that is." Shielding his eyes as the bike starts to glow. Once things settle down again, fayt glances at where the bed was, before turning back to the biker. "So, is it just the one spire causing you trouble? Or have others been bleeding in?" 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe she looks for a moment as someone or something comes to say hello. She sess the man now okay so it's not a self aware engine? More like a metal album cover really there. "Greetings sir." She's starting to get the idea on somethings abotu this world. She looks Fayt as she stars trollling for information. She is often just the meat and muscle and she's cool with that however. "Hummm this bleed between towers, I wonder..." 

:'''{{#var:73|Frederica (73)}} has posed:''' Frederica frowns, squinting slightly as if suffering from a headache. Her ability in Trance is miniscule, but she can feel mental energy on a large scale. On a huge scale, actually. For her to sense it at all, if it's not directed at her, it'd HAVE to be huge. She can tell the Biker Wizard isn't the source. The energy's directed at something, something that's not them. Looking over at the invading bed, she can well imagine what it might be. "I think..." she begins, then wets her lips and tries again. "I think someone's trying to take over this reality." she says, probably into a nice dramatic silence. She can't SENSE that, but she's reading between the lines. Making an educated guess based on what she does sense. "It's not like minds battling, unless they're like the minds of ... well, of gods. But something's directing power everywhere, and it ... feels like it might be like psychic energy." she says. Annoyed somewhat, her head beginning to ache, Frederica narrows her eyes and stares at the back of Fayt's head. "You asked if anyone could sense MAGIC." she reminds him, taking out a small piece of her annoyance on his undeserving head. "I'm not anywhere near as good as my siblings, mind-to-mind, but this thing is strong enough for me to feel something." she adds, perhaps softening any sting with this further admission. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:''' "Don't care." The Biker says to Fayt, presumably regarding the strange energies under the clouds. "Bigger things dealin' with." He rumbles his way down the stairs, presumably so the others can follow. "Always other spires pushin' in. Gotta keep territory." He spits rudely as they encounter what looks like a massive human heart, still beating, blocking up the hallway. More swearing, and more revving as he tries to disenchant the intruding structure. As it dissolves away, more red arcing light is left behind. "Man, looks like you're guessing right if you're thinking what I'm thinking, Tomoe!" Tizona says, brightly. "This whole conflict might have something to do with it, you know! Seems pretty chaotic and discordant if ya ask me." 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:''' Fayt nods, slowly. "I see..." he then pales a bit as the heart shows up. "That's likely from the meat spire... ick." As ZZ the Gray goes back to work. Fayt looks to the others, "Hmm... We might want to go check the other spires at some point." and then back to the biker. "So... if they're pushing in, are you pushing back? Your neighbors saying anything or is it just random bits of their stuff invading all the time?" Going by what Fred just mentioned, he's starting to get an idea of what's going on. He really, REALLY hopes he's wrong about what's going on. 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:''' "Mmm." That's a vaguely affirmative-sounding response to Fayt there when he asks if the Biker is pushing back. And then, "Lotta dumb yelling." Yeah, looks like this guy might not be much better, Apparently the chaotic exchanges between these spires are both intentional and universal! But noticably they all seem to come from Chaos Magic of some sort, Fayt has already recognized that electrical effect. Hmmm. Now that's something to wonder. What WOULD happen in a world populated exclusively by chaos mages in constant conflict with each other? 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:''' Fayt frowns. Yep... that's a MASSIVE spell surge building up below the clouds isn't it? and all the spires are feeding it. Fayt actually shudders a bit, his own magic is worrying at the best of times, and that's him, alone. Now everyone's got it, and that was a lot of spires out there... Fayt quickly shakes his head clear, can't panic, not yet anyway. "Right... open warfare then, you know who or what started the whole thing?" A pause then. "Also, any major threats out there? or just anything unusual in general?" 

:'''{{#var:347|Abstractum.Net (347)}} has posed:''' Yep, that's a world-sized spellsurge alright. "Three." The Biker says. "Collector. Anyone without minimum whole tower, kills 'em. Splitter. Anyone works together, kills 'em. Dissonant. Anyone with a taller spire, kills 'em." This guy is actually kinda rude as he rumbles along, it seems like he doesn't much like talking, like he wants the conversation over quick. This may be why his bike has been slowly accelerating the entire time. 

:'''{{#var:319|Fayt Ravus (319)}} has posed:''' "I see... Well, I'll leave you to your work then." Then with a frown, Fayt turns around and makes his way back towards the exit. "Right, better get back to my spire, I have some thinking to do." 

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