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4982/Little Girl Lost Part 1

2017-01-04T16:23:12Z

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|Date of Scene=2017/01/04
|Location=The Industrial Behemoth
|Synopsis=A ragtag group investigates the Ito Company on suspicion of slavery, and a lost little girl important to Yari Takane. What they find chills the blood.
|Cast of Characters=691, 680, 774, 385, 399, 127, 714
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Ito Military Industries is a massive conglomorate cobbled together out of several remains of old manufacturing businesses prior to the Upheaval. Sars Ito, the CEO, purchased one of the many massive factory-ships that now float the Industrial Behemoth not too long after the massive event, and his factory has been doing good business. There's been a large influx of displaced workers to help fill the need for hands where machines can't do the job. But even that influx hasn't been enough. A surge in demand, however, has made even this pool of laborers not enough. Yet, production hasn't stopped and workers have arrived in suspiciously vast quantities. Documents that have been investigated show many signs of being altered. And worst of all, one escaped 'employee' has complained to many multiversal 'authorities' of being a slave worker. That was already enough for Yari Takane to send out feelers to known associates and friends to investigate. But it's the picture of a young girl, all smudged up with oil and looking gaunt, that really gripped her heart. A young korean girl around her daughter's age, and having that very same shining pair of eyes she'd never forget. Yari couldn't be sure given the dim lighting and the discretely taken photo. Thus she's assembled a team on a small airship transport with plenty of room in the back. Everyone has been given the local grey-and-black tunic-like shirt and trousers of Ito Industries, along with a cap. There's various ID's for those that want them: low level mechanical and electrical type technicians. "Our mission here is simple. We are going to find out whether or not Mister Ito is using slave labor in his factory. If so, we do what we can to free them, and make him pay. How exactly you do that is up to whoever finds him first. He'll be at the top, on the executive level. Our secondary objective is to find this girl." The photos are all given out, of both Ito (an asian man in his late fifties) and of the girl. "If you find her, do what you have to in order to make sure she's safe. This might be my daughter. I won't forgive anyone who hurts her, and I won't forget anyone who saves her." Her gaze grows cold for just a minute, motherly worry and fierceness lurking in there. But it relaxes swiftly. She opens a window on the transport. The smoke-belching factory is massive, with five distinct layers. A map laid out for everyone names them: Storage Entrance, Factory Floor, Laborer Quarters, Management Quarters, Meeting and Executive Area. A number of vents and other area that surround the complex are mapped as well, and a particularly sneaky person could get inside. What lays within the highly polluted areas, however, is hard to say. "You have your options. Make a scene and get in that way, use the vents, or the disguises. It's up to you. Be aware the guards here are heavily armed and probably won't hesitate to shoot you dead if they realize you're not supposed to be here. Any questions?" The Storage Entrance, as the little ship pulls up and the driver knocks on the back. The guards are slow on walking up to check the driver. People have time to ask questions before slipping out as they want. 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     Disguised as one of the Ito Industries members, with a mechanical tech id, Nagato's pulling the brim of that hat over her head, hiding her eyes. She takes a look at this image, tapping her foot, "I see." she mutters, listening to the ninja lizard, an odd turn of events if one was to consider the history between the two. Nagato looks at the second picture, of Ito, and hmms, looking up towards the Ninliz... and everyone else around. "I'll investigate the factory area. A woman of my build should convince them I'm there to handle machinery."     A quick poke at her earring, if she needed to get into a fight, she had something to back her up with, if not for her own melee capabilities. "I'll keep this on low when it comes to reports I have to make, but we'll make sure we find her and, if he is doing slave labor and kidnapping, I'll handle the arrests needed for such." a pause, "Don't worry, Yari, we'll find her. I'm sure we'll all make sure that we do." 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     IDs? Yes please. Dorian's not exactly one for stealth, but this time he's going to definitely be doing his best to blend in. He's even left his staff at home, so as not to stick out too much. He doesn't need it to cast, as it's only a focus, and he can pick up a pipe or something if he needs to bash someone's head in.     He's also wearing that gray and black outfit and cap. Though his moustache might make him stick out a little. He is not, however, shaving that moustache. He does consider Yari a friend, but there are some things that are sacrosanct and cannot be sacrificed for anyone. Though he can forego that sassy upturn at the end, and comb it to look less like a dashing rake and more like...     ...Well, honestly, he looks like a sailor. There are times when his muscular-for-a-mage build comes in handy, and this is one of them. He looks like he belongs on a ship. Even if he's forcing down the urge to be sick. Ugh. Ships. Bloody ships.     For the time being though, he's looking at these photos. He remembers Linh vaguely, sadly he's only seen her once apart from this. Hopefully he can recognize her if he sees her again. He actually has an idea. "...Yari. Forgive the rather odd question. But was there a song that you sang her, or one that she knows only you would know? Do we have time for you to teach me a little bit of it? Perhaps if she hears it, she'll know we're sent by you and we'll be able to make the identification more quickly, and anyone here will be none the wiser." 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Normally, Yuna might not be terribly worried about how an industrial factory is doing its business, but the possibility that Ito is stooping to slavery is enough to make her frown - inwardly, if not openly where others can see it. But the chance that Yari's daughter has been dragged into this ... ? That makes it *personal*. Yuna remembers meeting Linh at one point - a cute and charming young girl, and a devoted fan of the idol singer. Even if Yari hadn't directly asked for help, Yuna would probably have committed to investigating Ito Military Industries just to make sure Linh - if she was here - was hale and hearty and of sound mind, body, and spirit. It's kind of fortunate that the initial legwork has been done already. Now it's just a matter of getting in and investigating. Yuna's bundled her ponytail up to try and stuff it inside one of those caps; the end result is passable, although brushing it out again is going to be a chore. Elner is occasionally hiding in Yuna's tunic, but for the most part the robo-faerie is sticking to the usual 'be where people aren't looking' approach to stealth. And there's no way that Yuna would go into the factory WITHOUT Elner - she depends on the robo-faerie's sensors, and Elner isn't going to let Yuna go into a situation like this without being close enough to let her transform. Until then? Well, Yuna may not have the build for serious mechanical work, but she's small enough to get into crawlspaces and check or repair circuits. That's where Elner's support is REALLY going to come in handy. Not that Yuna knows much about soldering or the like, but with Elner hopefully able to walk her through it, it should be manageable. Of course Yuna's got a fake ID for the duration as well. She looks around at her allies, smiling to them and nodding greetings where appropriate; if she's less outgoing than sometimes, it's because she's trying to get into character. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Slavery is a practice with which Taro takes no issue in and of itself - he is himself a slave, enforced by his programming. That said, there are rules and obligations upon a Master, ones that are expected to be observed. From what he learned through Yari's missive, that appears to not be the case here.     Besides, Yari is considered a preferred associate, regardless of current politics, and family is family.     The android priest has exchanged cassock and collar for one of the megacorp's uniforms and presumably forged ID of Junior Electrical Technician II, though he's still wearing his armored bodysuit and holy symbol under the uniform. Tools are tucked away wherever he could find room for them in the outfit.     He's listening to Yari as she outlines things for the, his gaze on the map so he can tuck it away into memory. The photos receive the same treatment once she provides them to him and the others. "I think I'd be best suited infiltrating the computer network. It would be more efficient if we can locate her general position without having to canvass the entire complex," he opins, then looks to the others. "If anyone would care to help me to get to a computer terminal? Or causing enough of a distraction would do." 

:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     It took little persuading to convince Kirikou to come. This isn't exactly League material. Fortunately for the Meister this isn't actually counter to League interests. He's here on his own time for his own reasons, to help out a friend. Good enough for him. What would happen if this operation ran counter to the League... well, good thing it doesn't. So long as it doesn't, he doesn't have to worry about it.     The unfortunate thing, however, is that this is a covert mission. There's no place for a couple of young kids, and there's equally no place for Kirikou to wield a pair of massive gauntlets. Problem solved by him nonchalantly wielding an oversize toolbox. One with a pair of massive gauntlets stuffed inside the main compartment under a thin shelf of tools. Kilik himself is dressed as a technician, complete with local clothing and ID.     The Meister's doing a decent job of looking cool and collected, not furious and jittery. He was utterly furious when first told of the kidnapping, but he's had time to mellow. Time to settle into his role. Everything's cool now, everything's calm. The easygoing manner he usually shows, part of his nature that makes him pretty much the best Soul Technician of his generation. Not the best Meister, but the best at synchronization; at matching his emotions to those called for.     "I'll take a look through the Storage areas." Kilik volunteers, all easygoing and seemingly carefree. Until, of course, it's time NOT to be carefree. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' The news of Linh being missing and the possibility of her being located in the factory in question has had Sanary on edge for the past hour and a half. Not because she's itching for fight, but because she has no idea what to expect. Former allies, former enemies, all coming from different factions with different agendas, yet all with the same likely goal of finding Yari's daughter. She's not entirely sure what to feel at the moment, but she does know that she needs to be on good behavior this time around instead of just breaking things and demanding answers.      For now. "If this guy really is using slave labor, though, I can't promise anything." The healer mutters quietly while checking her gear over. Like several others, she's dressed in the uniform of a low-level mechanic, complete with toolbox and a wrench that looks like it'd be way too cumbersome for doing anything but the heaviest tasks! Or cracking heads.      "I'll check out the laborer's quarters. Figure someone there might know somethin', right? Or at least see just what these quarters are even like." And then Sanary is off! She tries to get inside with the ID, following a mental map and making a beeline for the laborer's quarters. That was to the left, right? Or was it the right? Straight, even...?      There's got to be signage somewhere! 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' FACTORY: Yari pauses Dorian makes his question. The ninja sighs. Ahem! "Oh, sleep little one, may you have a pleasant dream. Count-count-count the chocobos, see them dance, see them preen! Cute little chocobos, count them all at once! Bye bye chocobos, have a happy little dream." The ninja is outright blushing. "...That does not leave this airship, understand?" It'd easy for Nagato and perhaps Dorian to get in as the doors to the airship slide open. Yari gives a smile to the Admiral. Despite everything, she's proven herself reliable among many other things. "I trust you, Nagato." She adds, before slinking behind and into an airship storage box. The two guards at the front give Dorian a scowl, but Nagato's ID alone would easily get him through. It's a quick trip to a side elevator that gets them to the Factory Floor. Large moving belts move obscenely massive parts to be reassembled later down the line. Cannons, treads, Nagato might even recognize parts almost like those of her metallic predecessors, only on a scale beyond even those. These are largely spaceship, airship, or Superheavy Tank pieces. Many even show signs of magitek parts on much smaller lines. Thus far, all entirely legal. Guards stand at high towers overlooking the facility. It will be a long jog to get to where the actual workers are: deeper on the floor lay large sections of various machining tools where delicate parts are made by hand. The workers are utterly absorbed, and watched by a single guard for around thirty or so workers. They're dirty, smudged, sweating...but this is hard work. There's at least a football field's length of similar types of work at play here. But two things might stand out: one, a fenced off and dark area with two guards. Another, a small young shriek at one of the machining stations not too far away. There's a commotion! 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Manager's Quarters: Similarly, Taro and Yuna both pass the rather laxidaisical ID check. Past two massive rows of stacked boxes, is a much fancier looking elevator. The two are waved on in, and a guard mumbles something about a failed junction box. Lazily. No details, the useless scrub. One minute later, a ding! And out into the managerial quarters. There's light jazz playing, and rows upon rows of hallways lead to what look like vaguely spacious living quarters. Each one has a number-and-letter stretching ridiculously long! It'd take forever to even find said malfunctioning junction box, nevermind a proper terminal! Which is right about when Elner helps out. A quick search points to room 4-AAX. Should the pair head there, the lights above it are blinking oddly, and the door is slightly ajar. These are sealed doors, that shouldn't be a thing. The pair might need to pry the door open. There's also a small panel beside the security lock. Inside, it's a nice apartment. Unoccupied! Most of it is nondescript, but there's a few points of interest: an open laptop plugged into the wall with a network cable. A little journal on a bedside table. There's the junction box in the kitchen, and not too far away, what almost looks like a very advanced audio tape player. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Boxes and Laborers: Yari...offers a smile just before hiding in a box towards Kilik and Sanary. /Especially/ Sanary. It's what she'd do, after all. Some part of her wishes Sanary the absolute best of luck in finding the potentially guilty jerk. Boxes. Tons of Boxes. An absolute labyrinth of boxes. Minus whatever horrific underbelly this smoggy factory has, this might be the dirtiest and darkes portion. For Sanary to get to the laborer's quarters, she'll have to find the elevator. It's located stupidly diagonally away from the actual factory floor, judging by the map and how there's a constant stream of dead-eyed, exhausted looking people trudging about. The nearer parts of the line are just that: exhausted factory workers, if eerily so. But as the pair start to make their way deeper... It gets darker. Darker and darker. One might even need a flashlight to find their way to the laborer's quarters. Indeed, there's little lights everywhere. And precariously perched, rotting boxes to hit your head on. Eventually, the laborer's quarters can be found, lit by red light with an elevator. A green-lit helmeted guard complains. "Uggh. Somebody aught to fix the damn lights!" So maybe they're just having electrical problems. Several flashlights are being provided to the workers as they come out. But the storage area has an even /darker/ area. It stretches way beyond, and somewhere, there's the vague sound in that pitch blackness of what might be a girl's cry. Kilik and Sanary have a choice to make. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari: The ninja, of course, chooses the classic 'box hiding' tactic. She eventually slips into a vent. There's vague radio silence. And then a SKREE and quiet sounds of sharp objects and claws clashing. Maybe it's best most of the party didn't choose the vents. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' The words, 'That does not leave this airship,' actually bring a faint but distinctly disappointed look to Yuna's face; still, she nods gamely to Yari, consigning the tune and lyrics to her memory just in case she's the one to run into Linh. (Elner's likely to help her remember too, but Yuna's *pretty* good at karaoke, she's not too worried.) It's an adorable little song, but she can understand it maybe being embarassing to Yari. She certainly isn't going to tease Yari about it. Lullabyes are supposed to be cute, right? Then they're on their way. Yuna holds up her ID for inspection, nods regarding the junction box, and heads in with Taro. She didn't quite catch where that junction box was ... But luckily, Elner's on it. A couple of moments' scanning work lets Elner map the nearby floor, as well as pinning down where a junction box seems to be on the fritz. Room 4-AAX isn't that far away; Yuna refrains from trying to make conversation with Taro - odds are, two workers wouldn't be chatting that much on their way to a repair job, at least not where a manager might overhear. Or so she suspects. If Taro is comfortable enough to make conversation, Yuna won't give him the cold shoulder, that's for sure. "Here we go," Yuna murmurs as they reach the room with the blinking lights and the - unsealed door. Yuna does some quick inspection of the door, then tries to help push it open - she'll definitely need Taro's help - before starting to look around. "You wanted a computer, right?" she asks Taro, indicating the laptop plugged into the wall. "Right, let's see what we can do with the junction box ..." Even with Elner coaching her, this is likely to be over Yuna's head. She can at least *look* and see if the damage is obvious and easy to diagnose/repair. If she has to let Taro do it, she can turn her attention to that tape player while he's busy. 

:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     Kirikou enjoys the little lullaby, and makes a note to try to get Yari to sing it again sometime. Maybe, once Linh is found, he'll suggest they duet it for their three little wards sometime. It'll be embarrassing, but he can stand a little embarrassment for the sake of seeing Yari blush. Totally adorbs. Besides, the twins would love it.     Looking at Sanary, Kilik shrugs. Good that he's working with her... she's one of the other people here he has some trust for. "Shit. All these boxes. Could search for hours, not find anything." he complains. Well... okay, perhaps. But someone's gotta do it.     Then he hears the girl's cry. "What the..." he pauses, glances at Sanary, then back at the direction of the cry. "You got a flashlight?" he asks, starting to move much more quickly. "I kinda had a full toolbox. Didn't bring one. Light us up!" he requests. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     A failed junction box, hm? Well, that saves Taro and Yuna the trouble of coming up with a plausible excuse for them roaming the hallways. The light jazz muzak that greets them, he makes a quiet amused sound at that. But then, he's all business, pulling the brim of his cap down just a bit lower and slouching his shoulders a bit, to be just yet another tech sent out on a service ticket. But it seems luck is with them, with no residents in the hall to notice them.     He'll happily head for apartment 4-AAX once it's pointed out, thank you Elner. He'll cast a glance inside just to be sure there's not some exasperated mid-level manager or their spouse or children actually waiting to complain to them, before slipping his hands through the gap in the doorway. "Between the two of us, we should be able to pry this open, I think," he says to Yuna, keeping his voice low. Either he's overestimating her abilities or trying to not make her feel like he's ignoring her. Regardless, the door is opened enough for them to slip through.     "So I did." He walks over to the open laptop, mentally chiding whoever its owner is for being so lax. A quick glance to Yuna, then to the junction box. "Do you actually know anything about electrronics repair?" he asks - not patronizing, an honest question. Even while waiting for her answer, he gives the computer a quick look-over. Is it already connected? Was the owner so foolish as to have left it unlocked? Is it going to be comparitively slow as molasses and better bypassed entirely? 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     In the airship, Nagato points to her earring, overhearing Yari's little 'expose'. Payback. "I appreciate your trust." she comments before heading off, a quick flash of her ID and she's in with Dorian. She gives the human an odd look, a curious look honestly before giving a wordless nod. Heading down the elevator, the Battleship gives a look around the room they've arrived, it kinda makes the battleship look in awe of some of the parts made, but with everything being on the up and up here, it's nothing to poke her Paladin head at.     An eye looks up to the guard tower, why would they have a guard tower here of all places... She'll have to take a look at it sometime soon, but for now. "This way." she comments to Dorian, heading off, until that shriek peirces her ear. And her eyes spy that fenced off area. "Dorian, go see about that area.. I'll check out the shriek." with a brief point, she's off and heading off to the direction of the sound. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' The lullaby might not have quite the effect on Sanary that it might on her allies. Why not? She's probably heard it before. Hell, she's probably even attempted singing it herself a few times!      Keyword being attempted. Not that anyone else will ever know that... Probably.      Dammit, boxes! Stupid corners. Stupid right angles. Stupid rotting. Wait, why are the boxes /rotting/? "S-seriously... Guh. But we have to make sure." With her luck, of course, she's hitting almost every single one of those boxes with her face, and she winds up just holding her toolbox overhead to mitigate thenasty feeling of dead wood gunking up her hair. Just what kind of conditions are the workers here working in, anyway?      Judging from the looks in their eyes, awful ones, but... One thing at a time. She needs to prioritize finding out if Linh's here first before worrying about the rest of the maybe-slaves. Kilik's there to keep her in check, at least, and she's still got some vague responsibility to be a good role model while the kids are watching!      As the lights get dimmer, she's tempted to switch the magitech eye's night vision function on, but the flickering lights and eventual flashlights do dissuade her from doing so. "Getting kinda... Creeped out. Is this what factories are supposed to look like...?"      At least getting to the elevator shouldn't be too hard if this really is the right way. Before Sanary can figure out if she's made it there, though, something else catches her attention: The superdarkness, and the vague crying sound. She nods at Kilik and pops open her toolbox, digging around for a moment before following him swiftly and shining a light in their path. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Yuna smiles sheepishly, "I'm out of practice ... haven't done hands-on electronics since middle school, but I think I remember the basics of how to solder a connection, re-seat a loose chip, little things like that. I also know what you *shouldn't* do to a circuit board if you want it to keep working correctly." That said, she does make sure to ground herself properly and get rid of any static electricity before she tries touching the junction box - and she's appropriately cautious, *JUST* in case there's a short going out through the case that would give her a terminal bad hair day. Insulated gloves if she has them, borrowing a dishtowel if she doesn't, something to keep electrical current from going through *her*. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Dorian smiles at the song from Yari. "That is very pretty." As for not leaving this room? He raises a hand. "Scout's honor." Not that he was ever a scout. But, more seriously, he has no intentions of revealing this hidden talent to anyone. This is just for the purposes of trying to identify Linh.     Since Nagato seems to be going solo, he heads to the Factory floor with her. When the guards scowl at him, he draws himself up proudly. Half of functioning in Tevinter is looking like you belong there even if you don't. Show the slightest weakness and the wolves take you down.     Oh but there's so much walking! Not that Dorian complains. He has to look like he belongs there, and looking like he belongs there means acting like he's used to the great walk. That guarded, roped-off area gets his attention. But before he can do much about it, there's that shriek from the workstation, and he turns in that direction. Nagato, however, has that covered. It looks for all the world like he's accepting orders from a superior as he salutes to Nagato's request, with a quiet grunt. It hides his accent. Thankfully he can snap to attention with the best of them -- all that academy schooling.     Though, that done, he turns smartly and heads for the roped-off area, still looking as though he's only following orders. Though he... begins trying to disappear. Not literally, he can't actually do that. But he's trying to blend in amongst any people milling around, keeping step with guards, trying to find an angle to approach the roped-off area where the guards aren't likely to instantly see him. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Managerial Quarters: The junction box isn't too tough for anyone with 'Electronics 101' or even having vaguely tried to ran some wires before. The junction box has a breaker, two of which are shorted. Yari thought to give out some basic tools if one took them: pliers, spare wire, that sort of thing. Shouldn't be more than a quick and dirty replacement of wires to get them working again. A quick snip-and-cut, and it'd be up to code in this poorly regulated place. And with Yuna properly grounding herself and getting to work, it's done in about a minute. Electrician Skill +1 for the idol! Days after this, the identity that Yuna is using will be up for a promotion. Clickt! Goes the recorder: 'Hi honey-boo! Ok, this is the third recording, so I'll try not to stuff it up! I hate this place. It's dirty, smelly, and the workers...they scare me. Dead eyes. Seriously, shouldn't the hours they put in be criminal? I've tried to complain to upper management, but they keep telling me to 'do my job'. I just push papers! Give out orders for new cannons or other stuff like that. I'm all logistics, I don't even know one of the ten-thousand laborers on this ship." A sigh. "Here's the weird part. Some of the people they've brought in the last few days...I swear, they came in with /handcuffs/. Chains. It was...weird. I don't like it here. I'm getting out. Buying up my contract. Don't care about the money. Something's weird. I have to know. See you soon, honey-boo. Love you." Taro would find his way in...fairly easily. Actual network security is well done, at least with sensitive systems. Payroll, accounting, executive files...it'd take some work to break in, though hardly impossible for Taro. The laptop is recent for this place, and pretty fast given the tech available. But it's unlocked! And there's an open email. It's addressed to a nearby authority. There's a few simple lines. "Ito Industries is worrying me. I found this. Didn't come from me." There's three attached pictures. One, is of a dark section of the Storage Area. Nearly pitch black, one can almost make out a door and a single hand near it. Hard to tell, but it might be severed. Another picture is overlooking the 'managers-guards' towers on the Floor. In a very far corner, there's what looks like a chain gang. A large group of guards is huddled around, unlocking cuffs, obviously trying to obscure what's going on from the factory workers. A third is a very familiar photo of a dingy young korean girl. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro nods to Yuna. Apparently that's good enough. "Then do be careful, take your time, and bear in mind that we don't actually have to repair anything." He tugs back his right sleeve and opens the hidden I/O port in his wrist. "I'm going to mostly blind while interfacing with their network. If someone comes, shake my shoulders or the like to get my attention."     Since the laptop itself seems to be the easist way to route himself into the network, he jacks in from there rather than the wall port. His head slumps and his eyes mostly close as attention shifts to cyberspace or local version thereof. The emails are rifled through first, and an archive copy made and shipped to the 'external storage device'.     ...and then he finds the photo of the young human girl, which is immediately cross-checked against the images of Yari's adopted daughter and of the suspected match that brought them all here in the first place. This followed by isolating the image files of what appears to be the storage area, so that it can be shared with anyone else on the team that's capable of receiving it.      After that...well, let's see if the owner of the laptop is the type to store passkeys in emails and local files, shall we? 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Factory Floor: The shriek is indeed of a girl! Or...at least of someone ending girlhood and sneaking towards an adult. Pale, now turning to grey-ish skin, this worker is one of the many machinists! Smudged, dirty, she's now rolling on the floor howling. The reason soon becomes clear to Nagato: The girl is now missing a hand, and her workstation is an utter mess. It quickly comes to a halt as a guard presses a button. Several workers stop their trade in alarm, and it seems like panic will set in. "Get back to work you slo..." Starts the guard, starting to pound over. But a thin man slides down a ladder deftly. He wears an equally dirty suit, with thick gloves. Already, he's ripping off part of his sleeve. "Geoff, shut up! One through thirty, back to your work! Rest of you? Break time. Out the way." The suited man looks to Nagato. "Technician! Help. I'll take responsibility!" He kneels down, presses his ripped cloth to the wound to staunch the bleeding on what remains of her wrist. "Get the kit! Should be..." A glance back. That hand is in /pieces/. "Damnit. Get the cauterizer. Sorry, kid." There's real sorrow in his words. It wouldn't be hard. Dorian slips through the equally-or more-muscled workers amidst frighteningly wasted waifs that make up workers here. There's a pair of guards to this roped off area. They pause, and glare at the man before them. "You. This place is off limi..." The other guard interrupts. "Hey. You're here to fix the chemical processor, right? Alright. Just go on through. Ito'll fire us both if that keeps breaking." The other guard frowns. "But..." "Shut up. Go on in." A quick door opening, and Dorian is shoved through! "You didn't see anything. Break your neck if you squawk." Oh, but there's lots to see. Massive chemical vats are being mixed by men, women, boys, and girls. The scent of the air is acidic. It stings the lungs to be in this horrible mess! Long mixers are used by hand, where the mere air seems to corrode metal almost visibly. There's big, muscled men behind each gang of workers snapping whips. "Keep goin', ya grunts!" One man falls in. There's obvious soundproofing, as the screams are ignored. One of the whip-wielders turns to Dorian. "Oi. You here to fix the processor?" He points, utterly unconcerned, to a machine with pipes spread out of it to each vat. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Boxes & Darkness: There's a single door. No one is guarding it, oddly enough. It has the look of something hastily soldered into a single sheet of metal. But it's a very bad job. As if someone was hiding something! As Sanary's light falls upon the door, one can make out very, very faint bloodstains. Again, that shriek very quietly comes again behind the door. Something, or someone, is possibly alive. Despite the thickness of it, it might just be moveable if the pair get creative, given the horrible job. Time's ticking, though, given how that nearby guard is slowly noticing the lights of Sanary and Kilik! He's starting to walk over, very slowly, from the Laborer's Quarters' elevator. He doesn't even have his gun out. "Hey. You two. Shouldn't poke where you belong. Boss might dock you pay..." A nice guy. Maybe a little too naieve, or just stupid. 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     The sight of this place has Nagato on edge... the conditions here are so deplorable and the varied ages of people here... she shakes her head, but when she rounds the corner to see about the shriek, she perks... "Understood." she comments, running off quickly to the general direction she's seen the head go. She digs around for the medical kit, or scrouging up things to help with that wrist, and something that can take heat and make heat in a very short amount of time. Well, she was carrying a toolkit...     She runs back towards the commotion area with a steel plate and gear... with a quick flip, she lights the torch and starts heating up the plate. "This is going to make you scream very loudly, but this will cauterize the wound and prevent infection." she turns up to the guards, "I'm just a Technician here, but can you tell me what happened? I'll need to make a report to see about improving saftey to my boss." she does try to sound convicing on this, but with the plate ready... she turns to the girl.     "I'm sorry." she comments, turning her head back up, "What's going to happen to her here? Failing that, I can take her to any approved medical facility to try to have that hand reattached." 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' As simple as the task is, Yuna still feels mildly accomplished at being able to do it by herself. The tools which Yari provided are definitely handy for that! And while Taro is working on the network, Yuna listens to the playback - quietly, so as not to either disturb her partner or draw attention from a third party. Her expression gradually darkens as she listens - the number of laborers is one thing, but getting brought in while handcuffed, chained up? The idol stifles a shudder, or at least she tries to. Combined with what Nagato's reporting, Yuna shivers despite herself, huddling in on herself for a moment. They know Linh is here, or at least a girl looking much like her has been here. They have concrete evidence of slavery - maybe the relayed sound from Dorian's radio isn't admissable as evidence, but they can at LEAST get the Paladins to take official interest. And it may be sloppy as hell, but Yuna just slips the tape recorder into a pocket - or better still, lets Elner put it in her 'inventory' where it should escape a search or a security scan on the way out. This is direct evidence of the sort that somebody will need down the line. That's all she can do ... at least, not without giving in to a terribly familiar urge that's building up force in the back of her mind and the depths of her heart. The urge to simply discard stealth or subtlety, go find Ito himself, and make him pay for his countless crimes. This is why she's not in the Paladins, really - Yuna can't simply close her eyes or her ears or her heart to an injustice of this magnitude. Even setting it aside temporarily to focus on the immediate mission is almost impossible for her. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Dorian is not about to waste this opportunity. He nods to the mention of fixing the chemical processor. "Yup." Yes, he is indeed making an effort to not sound like himself. Some of those dwarves in Ferelden, they have a very bland-sounding accent. Let's see if he can duplicate it. Though it's not that he's allowed to ENTER the room, so much as he's PUSHED into it! He doesn't immediately report on the radio... but he doesn't let any of this pass by. He keeps his mic open, so everyone on the channel can hear this.     Only once he's gotten a relatively safe area does he say quietly into the radio, "They're asking me to repair a chemical processor that keeps breaking. And yes, the workers ARE being whipped, and a man fell into the vat. No one cared, the end." Of course, the slight growl in his voice indicates that he definitely does. 

:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     As much as Kirikou wants to race after that screaming girl and deal with the threat himself, teamwork is very much a part of any Meister's kit. And Sanary's got the flashlight. He glances at Sanary and gestures towards the darkness, a quick handsign she should recognize from Fed Ops telling her to take the lead. A suggestion since he never outranked her, but he doesn't really think about it that way.     Kilik then ambles towards the guard, slouching to minimize his height and to present a harmless demeanor. "Whadda ya mean?" Kirikou says. "Didn't we get told to fix the damn lighting? They didn't send us to the wrong freakin' spot did they?" he asks, moving close. He pops the lid of his huge toolkit, peering inside. "Yeah, here it is. Look! Hey, you got a light? Says right here." Kirikou says, pointing inside the case.     The Meister grins. "Says we can go wherever the hell we want." he adds in a soft, menacing voice. Inside the toolkit, a pair of steel gauntlets rotate, aiming a pair of pistols at the guard. "Right? No noise. Just agree." he hisses in warning. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Even if Linh isn't behind that door, the suspicious... Everything surrounding it is too much for Sanary ot continue ignoring in her search. She barely even glances over at the guard coming over, although she does nod towards Kilik in thanks for taking care of that guy. Even if their former employers no longer exist, signage still works, and she's more than willing to follow that plan!      Not that she particularly cares about how Kirikou plans to do that specifically, but it's still one less person to confront as she tries to get the door open. The tricky thing is... How? It's not like she has a box containing a large variety of tools with which someone could conceivably use to dismantle something like a door with a little time an elbow grease!      Right. Toolbox. Holding the flashlight in her mouth, Sanary starts testing various screwdrivers on the door's hinges to see which ones actually work on the thing. It's going to take her some time to actually get it open, though, considering that Sanary's not exactly an adept with these sorts of tools!      And if the screwdrivers don't work or take too long, then it's time for plan B: Prying the hinges off with a screwdriver, hammer, and brute force instead! 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Managerial Quarters: Both pictures, as far as Taro can tell, are the exact same. Indeed, it seems as if this particular manager might be the source of much information that has led the group here. There's a chain of emails to upper managers, all giving the same story on the tape: concerns rebuffed. Told to pipe down. And then they got smart: there's signs of a TOR-like network client installed, then deleted with only a single mail sent. Yuna and Taro, you've found the whistleblower. As far as comparisons between Yari's daughter and the girl in the picture? It's a seventy-five percent match. Both email chains are saved, and the encrypted email added. The manager themselves seems to have taken off on 'vacation'. Hopefully they're still breathing. Yoink! In goes the audio recorder to the pocket of one Elner. Or space pocket thing! Somewhere, Yari might approve of that growing urge if she knew of it. Particularly as she slogs through her twentieth mutant bunny in the vents. She pops out somewhere, and has to duck to a bathroom to wash out all the gunk! Ugh! But there's something near Yuna as the power finally stops blinking thanks to her work. It's clearly labeled. 'Managerial Fire Alarm'. Next to it, is another device. 'Emergency Sprinkler Activation'. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Factory Floor: The girl is braver than she looks. Amidst the pain, she actually smiles to the manager and Nagato. A slow, slow nod. The manager slips her a bit of cork, and she bites down hard. She screams perhaps less than Nagato might have expected. She twitches, shudders...and then passes out. Her newfound stump is smoking, but there's no bleeding. Already, the manager's hauling her to his arms. Nagato's question gives him pause. Then, gaze suspicious, he leans in. "Nothing good. Hey. You. Really want to help? This kid is one of the older ones. She's seen more than me. I'll...get her out of here. Here." He flicks some keys to Nagato quietly. "I'm done with blood money and slavers." They look a lot like the keys to an airship, like the one parked near the Storage Area dock. Then the man 'trips'. Right towards the machinery. The results aren't pretty, and they send the workers into a panic. The old manager falls very still and lifeless. Nagato has a distraction. But some of the workers seem to be trying to calm the others down! Dorian's report goes through the radio! And there's definitely evidence being collected! He might also note an 'emergency dumping' valve near the chemical mixer. That chemical mix also has a sign: flammable. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     If fortune and the CyberGoddess are smiling on them (hopefully far more the former than the latter), perhaps the manager can be located later. Once someone is able obtain an employee list, they should be able to determine their identity thanks to the emails and the apartment number. Taking the computer outright is briefly considered, but no, that would be too easily noticed. The data and the data trail will have to be enough. That said...     Taro's head snaps up and his eyes blink as he returns attention to the physical world, and he gently tugs his dataport cable free. He glances over to Yuna, then walks over to her and around her to oone of the cabinets to find a cup. He doesn't offer any explanation as to why he takes it over to the sink and fills it up under the tap, but she'll probably get the idea.     He's going to make sure that after the alarm is pulled, the laptop is a casualty. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Boxes of Horror: The poor guard actually leans in to look at the tool kit. Idiot. "Hey. Don't yell at me! Just doing my job to..." Gulp. Suddenly, pistols! Hands go up in the air, and he even manages to drop the gun he started to fumble with! "Uhh. Yeah, ok. Guess you've got the right authorization. Heh. I've got a kid back home, ya know?" A shadey glances. "Screw this place. It's freaky. I'll start patrolling this way, okay?" Hands never dropping, he hastily starts to walk towards the safety of the Laborer's Elevator. Perhaps a foolish move! Tink tink! Tink tink! Sanary goes to work. The combination hammer-screwdriver makes an agonizingly slow, ear-piercing way of getting the job done. HOpefully she brought earplugs. But after five minutes, hinges pop off, and the whole shoddily done, overly heavy thing falls in on itself. Darkness, until one shines in a light. Corpses. Decaying, molding corpses of workers in uniforms that are thread-bare, some newer than that. And amidst it all, a girl's scream can be heard. This time, loud. A corpse shifts out of the way. There's soot, there's this gaunt look to her that's fresh, and the poor thing is holding a broken hand to her chest. Korean. Twelve years old, and terrified as she breaks into a stumbling, knee-scraping run towards Sanary. She breaks down into terrified cries. "H...help me! Darkness...darkness, no! No more!" She devolves into mind-bending sobbing. Sanary would know Linh's face though. The eyes are just a little too apart, and their shine too dull. No, she's very close, but this isn't Yari's little girl. 

:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     "Not that way." Kirikou hisses in warning. Then he smiles, proffering his loaded toolchest. "You got the right idea, dropping your weapon. But what I really hope to hear? Right now? Is you're rethinking your career choice."     The threat is clear enough, what with those weapons pointed at the guard. The safeties are engaged, and the Twins have no easy way to disengage them, but the guard need not see or know that. If it comes down to a fight Kilik has other ways to deal with things, but this is his way of remaining subtle. "That's right, say you don't wanna work for slavers no more, and head on out the door that way, without your weapon. Don't draw attention, just get out. Then once you're out, and I'll be followin' to see you get out nice and quiet... start running." Kilik advises menacingly. And nicely. Nice and menacing. "Then go home for the day. Think about career options. I think this warehouse is closing down soon."     Kirikou keeps an eye out for Sanary, but at this point she sounds like she's on her way out. He'll join up with her when she does, so they both get clear along with the kid she's saved. And the guard, probably, assuming he wants to consider his career options. 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     She gives a bit of a small smile, she's taking it better than expected. Except.. her questioning gets that suspicious gaze, crap, was she found out? But when his words are spoken, she gives a brief nod, "I do. Don't worry, I'll get her safe... and a lot more. Godspeed, sir." she comments, holding the girl and catching the airship keys. She makes a brief little touch to her ear and makes a few notes. "Alright, let's go." giving a minor command to those over the radio, she starts hefting the girl and walking to the exit.     "Dorian, if you please." she comments... as if that should state everything. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Dorian goes to the vat controls, studying them as if looking to see what happened. In actuality, he's examining those 'emergency dumping' controls... and giving that 'flammable' sign more than a cursory glance. He's going to try and get as far away from the door as possible, so that he doesn't catch anyone in the blast radius. He leans towards the vats as if squinting at something.     While he does this, he does two things. Firstly he hides tampering with the emergency release and making a puddle of the chemical on the floor. Secondly he hides saying into his microphone, "Right then. I'm going to make this look really bad. But it should get this lot running. I'll be all right, I promise. I know what I'm doing."     And then he turns to one of the remaining uniformed guards here. "Geez man!" He's still faking that accent. Or lack thereof. "Why didn't ya call me sooner? That emergency dump is busted, and this whole thing's gonna blow if there's even the littlest spark 'a metal on metal!"     Of course, it's not metal-on-metal. It's a tiny little spark, and then he reaches out to the fire that forms, mentally pulling it around him, but using a Barrier to keep the worst of it off him. And then? He emits a BLOODCURDLING SCREAM, as if the fire was burning him up!     ...Yeah, that should get people running. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Ironically, for all Yuna's itching to get out and *do something* about Ito - something personal and direct - the fact that everything is suddenly coming together to ring down the curtain on this factory is sufficiently reassuring for Yuna to bide her time just a little longer. Taro gets a drink of water - which Yuna doesn't actually pick out as odd, although she'll get the idea shortly. Nagato gets the keys to an airship, which will surely be useful for a general evacuation. Sanary rescues the girl who was locked up - not Linh, but an innocent in need of rescue nonetheless. And Dorian has found something to make the emergency fire alarm evacuation more convincing ... and, in all likelihood, to set back this factory's work for a good long while. Once Dorian does his thing, Yuna pulls the fire alarm. She's less certain about the sprinkler - is that just for the managerial level? Probably, but she's not *certain*. She goes ahead and pulls that too. And then, following Elner's guidance, she sprints for wherever Nagato is right now - avoiding elevators, of course, because if ONE thing about this factory is up to spec, the elevators should be cut off from functioning when there's a fire alarm. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' As that door's looking closer and closer to falling right off, Sanary's movements quicken. Sadly, no earplugs, but at least having healing magic swirling around in her head can help with the actual damage even if it doesn't make the noise any less painful. Once it finally falls over, she hurries inside and gags at the sudden stench hitting her nose.      If not for that scream, she'd probably be cursing up a storm at that. Alas, good-ish role model and all that. "Li...? Eh?" It's not Linh. She steels her expression to hide her disappointment, taking a few moments even after catching the girl against her before leaning over and wrapping an arm around the child protectively.      "Easy, easy. I gtocha. Uh... We're gonna get you somewhere safe, alright? I got friends with me." It's taking quite a bit of concentration to keep her tone as reassuring as it is, considering the simmering rage and all that boiling inside of her between the injustices here and still finding no signs of Linh around.      <<"... Negative on Linh. Got a kid with me, though. I'll.. Behave.">> Reporting in with her allies, the healer actually lives up to her favored job and directs some healing magic into the girl. She might not know where her injuries are, but... Well, something's bound to work, right? "Don't let go." Sanary murmurs and hoists the girl up carefully, holding her against her chest while starting on her way out. She spots what she can only assume is the side of Kilik's head and raises her free-ish (toolbox-holding) hand to signal that she's moving. Between Dorian's acted-out screaming and Yuna's fire alarm triggering...      It's time to get to the airship Nagato mentioned. <<"Feels weird to me, too... Ah. Storage area, you said?">> She's not sounding as worried as she could be, both because that girl needs every bit of reassurance she can get, and because Taro's got what sounds like some very interesting data on hand! 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Moments after Yuna presses the buttons, approximately eight ounces of tap water is poured down through the laptop's keyboard. That sould leave quite the mess for their IT department. Asuming they'll still have one.     He sprints after Yuna, matching pace with her as Elner shows them the way. No doubt there's going to be quite a bit of stairs involved, but better that than to be trapped in any elevators.     Once they're safely away, the data he found will of course be shared...and of course he's going to keep a private copy for his own personal use. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "....Huh?" Comes the guard to Kilik. Yes, he actually sounds surprised. "Slavers? What're you?" Oh, right, guns. He's turned away, plus darkness, so he can't quite notice the safeties. "Like I would! Think I'm stupid? Yeah, yeah, I'm going!" Slowly he walks, walks, walks...and then cue a pitched run the heck out of here. Somewhere along the line he throws off his guard id. Is that...a letter of resignation that gets tossed towards another bewildered guard as Kilik runs out? Oh yeah. Right in the face. Good aim. The pair get out. Dorian gets things running. Literally. The guard turns...and then a spark. Flame, horrific flame! And he's lit aflame himself! Every slaver and slave alike screams almost in perfect unison, and they're all running. One opportunistic slave or two adds their former charges to the vats, adding to the chaos. Another shifty individual shivs a guard, steals their wallets, and walks off whistling with a smile. There's an entire crowd of fleeing people to hide in. And it's only made worse by the chaos on the factory floor. Dorian and Nagato both will have ample time to run off. (And for Dorian to extinguish his flames!). Just after the pair are back to the storage area, lockdown commences. Slaves, guards, slavers and workers, all in one panic'd deluge. Worst of all? It's started automatic sirens for the authorities. Yuna and Taro are a well oiled and magical team! Taro shorts the laptop to hide evidence, Yuna pulls the alarm, and as the duo of 'techs' get to the stairs...well, it's a far sight less crammed than the elevator is! Indeed, not long after, it stops working! Thankfully, there's only the smarter of executives to rush and jostle with on the stairs. Uncomfortable, but easy enough to escape from. Making it over to Nagato's newfound transport is easy thanks to the radio, and empty as it is, there's plenty of room. Even a convenient medpak in the back for emergencies. Folks might need it. Sanary is the last. She leaps in, that poor girl clinging to her desperately. Sobs fill her, until she can't cry any more. Exhausted, stomach growling with the sound of someone quite starving on a literal sense, bleeding and dirty with thekind of rot no child should endure...she looks up into Sanary's eyes just before she passes out. "Hero...you...saved me. Hero!" She whispers to the much older woman. Shuddering, still scared even in her nightmares, this poor girl is safe. Nagato would find it easy to pull out of the area. And even easier would it be to alert Paladin and local authorities to the horrors here. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Elsewhere, Executive Level: Yari Takane breathes a sigh of relief. The office is large, spacious, even quiet despite the chaos she knows is below. Only a broken bottle of whisky and fallen glass shatter the peace. And the silent writhing of a man clutching his side. She flips a piece of paper in the air. "Lucky." "Lucky you, Mister CFO Sasuke Sars. The one I wasn't looking for isn't here, and you've given me your brother's other operation. Just as I said, I will not cut your throat. Good luck with the Paladins." A casual wave, and the ninja hops a vent. She folds a single needle into her sleeve. "You drink too much. If they're too slow, you might just die of that liver of yours." And then the ninja is gone. 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     There's no way Nagato will make it to the ship... especially with that alarm and people panicing.. She guides those who want to follow her along with her as she launches into her IS suit, carrying people if she has to as she speeds along the way to the ship. Only /one/ here has seen her in this, so when they arrive, she tosses the keys to Yuna, "PUt them all inside and I'll cover behind just in case there's people stupid enough to fire upon us." and once everyone's out of the docks, Nagato takes off, flying behind the new transport. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Seeing an apparently burning man flailing around is, thankfully, enough of a catalyst to get people running. And there should be some direction once they get out there, too. Dorian waits only long enough to see that everyone's gotten out before extinguishing the flames around him. Only around himself, mind, by 'snapping' the Fade around him. Then he's off and running. Literally, since he's using Fade Step as a means to get away. But this is actually giving him the bonus of obscuring him as he runs, because he's surrounded by a blue-white wispy energy as he runs.     Of course, he's not going to just run to the airship and forget everyone else, no. He's going to help the workers onto the airship. There's no order here, no attempts to get it from Dorian. He just shoves people in the right directions when they get in shoving range.     He is, of course, going to get himself on the airship too. Would suck to get left behind! And he may or may not have scorched his clothes enough not to get shanked by a worker thinking he's a guard. Burnt? We'll call it 'artfully and organically customized'. Yeah. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' Crap. This kid would be hungry, wouldn't she? Sanary looking around the airship slowly, making her way to a less crowded (yet well-lit) spot on the vehicle to try and keep the girl from freaking out too much. Finding food is another matter entirely, but for just such occasions, she's got...      ... Pocket ham! It's wrapped in plastic, at least, and it's still fairly fresh. "Here. Not much, but... We'll get you some real food once we get somewhere safer." Another reassuring, if somewhat awkward grin, and then the healer is left to wonder about way too many things.      Where's Linh? Where did all these people even come from? How did the company even get this far? Being called a hero doesn't feel half bad, either. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' There are probably a *lot* of people who need medical attention - and it's not the first time that Yuna has wished she knew more than the kind of very basic first aid that every schoolgirl picks up along the way. But she's potentially better equipped to pilot the ship than anyone else; she catches the keys and heads for the bridge or cockpit, whatever it is, with Elner accompanying her. The airship probably needs more than one person to fly it; Yuna will do what she can, and Elner will be interfacing with the computer to try and pick up the slack. As soon as Yuna sets foot on the airship, though, she does one unnecessary thing. A swirl of wind and light rises around her, starting at her feet and ascending around her body - and beneath the transformation effect, the 'uniform' is replaced by the sleekly armored boots, bodysuit, and gauntlets of her Light Suit. She doesn't need it for combat, but she transforms anyway - for symbolism's sake, basically. This was the impulse that kicked in when the full weight of Ito's crimes sank in for her: that as the champion of the Queen of Light, she had no choice *but* to take action, to be the symbol of hope and defense that she sees in the role of the Savior of Light. To be more than just a symbol, but to be that defender, that rescuer. If the airship has a decent autopilot, Yuna might leave that set with Elner watching things, so that she can mingle among the rescued 'workers'. She can't do much to treat injuries, or to feed the hungry, but she can at least try and support the rescuees' hearts. Not necessarily by singing, but just by being her usual compassionate, outgoing self, a friendly face and a reassuring voice. There are far worse things she can be than a symbol, and there are plenty of ways to embody the Light besides fighting. If she can ease even one heart's suffering by stopping to talk with someone, by pausing to gently squeeze an uninjured hand, by brushing a dozing child's bangs back from his or her eyes ... you'd better believe she *will* be there for those who need the encouragement. 
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4926/Party Time

2016-12-25T21:55:21Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari Takane is pretty good at finding places to rent out for social occasions. She's catered and found inexpensive yet impressive venues back home for certain more peaceful operations. Today, she's put those skills to use. An off-season beachfront hotel has had a number of reservations made for certain Elites who have RSVP'd after Yari's shotgun fliers and letters of invitation were sent out. To old friend, old enemy, and even random Elites she's managed to hear of through one way or another. She even slapped a number of invitations on the Bar and Grill's inside door just to catch the odd drifter or two. They even promise that Yari won't poison anyone. That last bit is /especially/ offered to former enemies. The sneaky ninja promises she's not trying to kill anybody tonight. It's just before sunset out on the beach. A small path with railing through light brush leads to a sandy beach. The air is just warm enough to be comfortable, given the wash of wave and breeze off of the nearby ocean. There's tiki lanterns making things visible, and a massive bonfire already roaring thanks to staff here. A beachside bar with drinks for pretty much every kind of person that might attend. There's even booze that can be consumed by zombies. Yari has very exacting standards for her parties. And the centerpiece of it all, aside from the litany of lawn chairs, well lit volleyball nets and balls, towels and other essentials? A large grill. The ninja, dressed in a dark blue bikini with little fish all over them, has an apron atop her clothing! The front reads 'Conqueror of the Grill'. There's hot dogs, burgers, and grilled corn with a side table offering every sort of bun or condiment that one could think of. Chips, fries, and other things are laid out as well! There's also a very big pot of what appears to be home-made clam chowder going. Several hotel employees are helping the ninja out as she zips between various dishes. Her tail is all asway in pure joy. This is a woman who /loves/ cooking, and most of all, loves cooking for those she considers friends, allies, or just generally respects. Thus, she's keeping an eye out for people gathering. In the background, a band plays upbeat tropical music! 

:'''{{#var:481|Kirika (481)}} has posed:'''     To say Kirika has needed some friends lately is understating things dreadfully. When Yari's invite came, the kitsune was quick to accept it and gratefully so. Shopping for the perfect gift was difficult, so difficult she had to call some favors with the Kumo-Yokai. Their silk was to die for, and Kirika was certain Yari would love what she'd commissioned for her.     The kitsune has a red sarong wrapped around her waist, and she steps out of her sandals as she treads upon soft sand. It feels good to her feet, and the heads straight for Yari first and foremost. "Glory and honor, Centurion Takane." She greets, smiling warmly as she bows her head, then presents her gift. It's a scarf, a very high quality one, with blood red tones and inscriptions written in Kasun script...which is suspiciously just Kanji, by the looks of it. How weird! "I figured it would be remiss of me to come without some manner of gift, so I called a favor with some friends of my mother's." 

:'''{{#var:819|N'raha Tia (819)}} has posed:'''     The other member of the 'Local Party' is not quite in such a good mood, but that's okay.     Mr. N'raha is sitting close to the grill, keeping an eye on the 'open bar' which is being staffed by a pair of handsome 7 foot tall Roegadans, one lady and a dude, wearing Maurauder's Gear. because if there's anyone you want keeping an eye on how much you're drinking... it's Pirates. Big, meaty tall ass pirates. They seem in a much better mood than N'raha, at least. The catman is here in a loose tanktop, and a pair of big, roomy surf jammies, and is nursing a large mug of something. He also looks a little worse for wear, a fresh cut in an ear taped up, and a year's worth of Warrior-ing showing for those who haven't seen him in a long while     Still, he seems to be sticking close to Yari tonight, a friendly air about the two former enemies. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro would be one of the more difficult people on the guest list to poison. Not that he doesn't think Yari couldn't, if she set her mind to do that, only that he could present more of a challenge. Regardless, the promise of not being posioned in the invitation was met with bemusement and an RSVP.     The android priest arrives on time, following the path and trail of tiki torches to the party proper - between the sight of the bonfire and the smell of cooking food wafting from the grill, it would be nearly impossible to miss it. It's possible that his bemusement was such that he didn't read the rest of the invitation, as he arrives on the beach dressed in collar and cassock rather than something more beach appropriate. Though he is wearing open-toed sandals rather than boots for once...     He tilts his head a bit at Yari as he approaches, then bows politely. "Glory and Honor, Yari," he greets her pleasantly, if without a smile. "It's good to see you well." Then, a sidelong glance ar Kirika, before he gives her a polite if shallow nod as well. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' Although Haguro's skeptical upon receipt of the invitation, knowing that the ninja who sent it out is now technically a co-worker of hers does reassure the cruiser somewhat. Enough to show up, at least, and she's even wearing a swimsuit herself!      ... Underneath a long, light jacket and her usual working uniform, anyway. At least she hasn't shown up with any sort of weaponry! Haguro arrives not too long after the stated starting time, dragging a cooler along with her and carrying a large bag that makes light clinking noises every now and then as she moves.      Spotting a few familiar and unfamiliar faces among the crowd, the cruiser bows her head lightly in greeting to Kirika and N'raha first, somewhat reassured by their presence before turning to Taro and Yari. The former's not someone she recognizes, but the latter...      There's some history there. Enough to have the cruiser freeze up as she gets within a couple of yards of the group, even. "H... Hello! I.. Er. I-it's good to meet you all! And... Uh.. Y-yes, good evening.. I brought tea!" She promptly holds up the bag of clinking things (porcelain cups) and the cooler as well, moving a little too stiffly to even possibly be comfortable. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Old friends and old enemies alike, huh? Well, hopefully Yari is ready for a naval invasion. Not that Yuna's coming by sea, mind you - she doesn't know how she'd deal with her light-cruiser gear on land, and she doesn't want to be armed in any form at a party like this. Plus, she doesn't trust sea spray not to seep into the electronics of the portable karaoke rig she's carrying, so 'by land and by warpgate' it is. Yuna *is*, however, outfitted in her Special Division Project uniform as she approaches the party location, carrying the karaoke rig in one hand. And the other ... "C'mon, Nagato, you don't have anything to worry about! It's all going to be friendly, the worst we have to worry about might be some lingering tensions - but Yari's really nice when she's not fighting, and that war is *over* or I wouldn't have been invited to the party either ... !" ... is leading a rather reluctant-seeming Admiral/battleship. This does mean, unfortunately, that Yuna doesn't have a hand free to wave as she approaches the rest of you, but the blonde idol singer's face lights up with a bright, warm smile. "Hey Yari, Kirika, Haguro! Hello everyone! I didn't bring any food or drink, but -" She holds the karaoke rig up, even though it's still packed up in its carrying case. "- I did bring some entertainment!" 

:'''{{#var:1089|Crash (1089)}} has posed:''' Setting foot on a new beach, of a new world, where the fear of suddenly having helicopters and men in black suits show up was a bit of a relief. A chance to simply enjoy some good food with some new people, none of them affiliated with Naturia, was a wonderful way to enjoy a new night. It's probably why Crash has a bit of spring to her step as she approaches the grill and everyone around.     As she gets closer, the subtle sound of wubby music can be heard coming from the mech-fox. A careful eye would probably notice a set of cords leading toward her ears, likely connected to some sort of earbuds she can use. A friendly wave is given to anyone that looks her way. 

:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     Kilik's greatest regret, upon the collapse of the Confederacy, has been to discover that Yari didn't decide as he did. To support the good of the Multiverse, that is. Oh he'd known she didn't follow his reasons. Most in the Confederacy didn't. They all had their own reasons, and he's not sure his are better than anyone else's... but they were his. And Yari Takane was one of the very few people in the Confederacy he could relax around. Who he knew, without overthinking, that he could trust her implicitly. There's a reason they ended up going together to blow off frustrations with drinks or whatever. Neither of them was a perfect fit, and that was far from the only thing they'd had in common.     Still, when he got the invitation he ended up grinning. He wouldn't miss the party for ... well, for the Citadel. Strange, that it seems he can dismiss the fall of the Confederacy so easily. He'd served them because they were strong, they had the will to make a difference when things really mattered... and yet they were utterly powerless when the end came. Now he's in the League, working for people working on the big questions. Intending to make a difference. Maybe, this sort of thing can be prevented next time. But for now, he's just here to relax, to have some fun. To touch base with a good friend. "Oi, Yari!" he calls out, strolling down the beach to the meeting point. "Looking good!" he adds with a grin, looking at her outfit. Then looking away, kind of embarrassed and not wanting Yari to think he's a leering pervert or anything. Hey, he can appreciate a good looking woman, especially one in great shape! But Yari's a friend! You don't leer at friends, even if they're smokin' hot!     Kirikou's brought the Twins, of course. They rush forward to greet Yari, not the slightest bit reluctant. They're silent but smiling, and as always they look pretty much identical. Shorts and shirts, plus floppy beach hats they have to clutch at as they run. Kilik himself has a similar outfit, though his shorts are knee-high and baggy and his shirt's kind of oversize even on his frame. "Hey everyone. Good to see people alive and well." he grins, seeming sincere. He doesn't know many people here well, but he recognizes more than a few. Old friends and enemies alike! 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     Old friends and enemies, yeah. It doesn't help when she has Yuna dragging her around like this. "Yuna! You know they were former Confederates." she mutters reluctantly. "Why are we even going to their party... It's not like I was invited or anything." she sighs, walking behind a bit from Yuna. Though, the battleship /is/ holding a thing in her free hand, a small box and a couple of cards. "Or at least, I don't think I got an invite."     Meanwhile, in the office, on her desk is an invite from Yari...     It's not long before they get there and immediately, the battleship gives a slight wave and starts heading to the drink table... "Hello..." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' A slow blink, followed by a smile as Yari pawns off the stirring of the clam chowder to an employee. The raven haired kitsune gets a sharp, if slightly tired, salute in turn! "Glory and honor, Miss Kirika! I'm pleased you're alright. You look well. Nnn? A...present? For me?" She sounds one part surprised, followed swiftly by a little grin. Taking up that present, it's almost instantly held out and then wrapped around her neck. Slowly, she does a spin in place. The ends of the scarf twirl! "Thank you, Kirika! I...thank you. It's beautiful. You really didn't have to, but this makes me happy." The ninja takes a breath, and then pretty much grabs both of the fox's hands and squeezes them lightly. Then, with a ninja-poof, she's back with a plate of hot dogs. She offers it over to Kirika. "Eat up! It's good for morale. I hope you're alright." A glance. She well knows how hard the Upheaval has been on so many. N'raha gets a look though. Her eyes close, and she just slightly tilts her chin up. "You really can relax here, Raha. I investigated each member of the staff personally. There won't be any problems. I also rented out all of the rooms that would give good sniper positions. Deep breath. And eat something, please." There's a tuna sandwich on a plate suddenly near him. /Ninjas/! Also an ear gets flicked on grumpy kitty! There's a certain robo-man responsible for part of her current physical wholeness. Taro's been a staunch ally, and Yari doesn't bother hiding her smile as she spies him. It fades into something of a confused smirk though. Seems there's been wires crossed! "M...Mister Taro! Glory and honor, Sir! You look..." Another glance to that cassock. "Traditional. I'm glad you're in one piece. Settling in to the new state of things?" She's already with a bottle of cyborg-robot grade ethanol. It's poured into a glass with one of those little umbrellas, and offered over. Yari highly doubts a man of Taro's talents hasn't yet had Offers. Maybe it will put Haguro at some slight ease when Yari turns to her. She immediately pauses. Her gaze is unreadable for a moment. Her face scrunches and she bites her lip. If anything, Haguro might be the pure embodiment of Yari's guilt over the war with the Fleet that devolved into pure revenge. "Miss...Haguro. Good evening." She wets her lips, and turns away. Those closer to her might notice how she's clamped her eyes shut. Once again, she turns back. Her smile is glass-thin. "Thank you. Please put it with the other refreshments." There's the bar, with things like soda and juice too! Every now and then, Yari glances back at the adorable shipgirl. It's a gaze half full of frustration, half of annoyance all at once. "Please let me know if I can do anything." Is her words that are almost whispered to Haguro. There's a Mech-Fox here too! Wubs come from her liberally, and the ninja manages a wave and greeting in between fetching some burgers! "Welcome to the party, Miss! Yari Takane, former Confederate Ensign. It's an honor, Ma'am!" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yuna is here! That's...not entirely unsurprising really. Yuna is a pop idol and general good natured social sort. And a singer! She gets a hard salute, and an outright grin. "Yuna. I'd heard you were alive, but...I'm glad. Very glad. I..." Gulp. A glance around. For once, she forgoes dignity as there's a sudden, swift ninja-hug for Yuna! "I was worried about you." Slow, concerned Den Ninja Lizard frown! Then she lets go. And then she /looks/! Her mouth gapes a little. She quickly shoves it shut. "A...admiral. You really did come?" Eyes close, and she salutes. "I had the employees mix some melted bauxite with the Imperial 1312. It might be to your liking." A pause, a whisper. "I got your invitation. I'll be there, Ma'am." A long nod. Then back to Yuna. "Let me guess. It's thanks to you? Good job, Yuna." There's another one that gets a sudden impact of Ninja Hug! Kirikou! "Kilik! Girls. It's good to see you all. I'd have been annoyed if you did something like dieing!" Whack on the back for Kilik! Then she's addressing the group. A glass, seemingly from nowhere, is raised. "Everyone. Some of you are my friends. Some of you don't know me. Some of you have been my enemies. Maybe even hate me. And that's fine. But I will say this: we survived, all of us. And that's impressive. Remember this, if nothing else: life is precious. Don't throw it away for causes you don't believe in. To life and those around us! Hear hear!" 

:'''{{#var:819|N'raha Tia (819)}} has posed:'''     Over at the bar, the Lady Pirate peers over at Nagato, and smiles cheerily. "Arr, there. What can I make for you, young lady? Ain't got a lot of fancy stuff, but i can whip up what yer lookin' for!"     N'raha... looks up a bit as the Twins make their way over to Yari, something of a protective glance, but they're friendly enough at least, and honestly, nothing's going to happen here. He's still being awfully quiet.     Also, his ear's getting flicked and he's being pep-talked by his friend. Also tuna. He sighs, shoulders slumping, but tries to look a bit more relaxed. Thanksfully she didn't flick the busted ear, THANKS YARI. 

:'''{{#var:1089|Crash (1089)}} has posed:'''     Wave given in reply, Crash tugs the earbuds away, they retract to some random place, and then she has a look around at everyone that has arrived. There are more people here than she expected! And Yari was right. They all -did- survive the upheaval. Inversion. Giant Void puke. Whatever you want to name it!     "Well met, everyone! I haven't actually been involved with everything outside of Naturia for a long time. I heard about this get together and decided this was the best place I could come to try and meet up with folks, allies old and new, and wipe the slate clean on enemies. SO. Lets all eat, drink, and be merry because, screw it, it's the solstice. Why not enjoy ourselves?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Did someone mention tea?     Taro in turn gives Haguro a polite nod. "That was thoughtful of you, Miss...?" Since he doesn't know her name, he pauses there to give her a chance to provide it. Or perhaps Yari beats her to it.     He glances back to Yari, his tone changing more than his expression. "There have been...changes...to which I'm not yet fully accustomed." Cryptic. "But a conversation for another time." He accepts the glass she offers with a nod of appreciation, both for the drink and for remembering that he does not eat. He's not quite sure what to make of the umbrella, but he leaves it there propped up on the side of the glass.     "Hello Kilik. Fire. Thunder." More polite, deeper nods to the three of them. He might have said something more, except that Yari is addressing them all again. Ah, so there was another reason for the drink.     The android raises the glass as the toast is made. He murmurs something under his breath after - a prayer, likely, knowing him - and then takes the expected sip after. 

:'''{{#var:481|Kirika (481)}} has posed:'''     Kirika just smiles. "It's Christmas, is it not? I'm just glad I was able to remember this time. I know we haven't been so lucky in getting together for the last year or so." She looks on in approval as Yari dons the scarf, smiling still. Her tail swishes and her ears flicker a bit, "It looks good on you, I am glad you approve." She says, before she takes the plate.     Nomf, nomf. Not her food of choice, but still cooked the way she likes it. Kirika in return sets out a box of fried tofu, one stereotype of Kitsune she has no problems clinging to. They're for everyone who attends, so feel free to snag one!     She looks around, and grins wide as she sees Nagato, Haguro and Yuna all arriving. "I was wondering where everyone had gone, it's good to see you all again." She says warmly, setting her food down, before she nods in agreement of Yari's words, then spies Kilik, his companions, Crash, and also Taro's arrival. Nodding to them briefly, the kitsune makes her way towards N'Raha, "Do you have sake by chance?" She asks the Miq, smiling sweetly. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' More familiar faces! And voices, even. Haguro even relaxes slightly when she notices that Yuna and Nagato have arrived, straightening up to bow her head lightly in their direction. "Miss Kagurazaka? Admiral? I didn't think I'd see anyone else from the Fleet around here..." She certainly sounds relieved, at least, and Taro's response draws a bow from the cruiser as well.     "Oh! My name is Haguro. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. And likewise, Miss Kirika. After everything that happened... W-well, it's good to see more people safe now." She seems to be settling in a little better than before, and the sight of the twins actually draws a curious look from Haguro as she looks between them and Kilik and Yari.      Yari's reaction to her own presence is entirely unexpected, and for a moment, she's not even sure how to react. It's only that request to put the tea elsewhere that actually gets Haguro to not stand stock-still while facing the ninja. "There? Y-yes, ma'am. Er. Miss Takane."      Things are probably going to be awkward for a while, still. At least they're not trying to kill each other any more, though! The cruiser brings her cooler over to the bar and unloads the tea and cups there along with a whole host of things to mix with it: Ice, milk, condensed milk, and even sugar-free sweeteners! Haguro's eyes do wander back to the bar at the mention of melted bauxite, but she refrains from taking any of that first.      Instead, she returns to the grou to listen to the ninja's speech! It actually gets the cruiser to nod slowly in agreement, and she looks somewhat conflicted about something while considering those words. 

:'''{{#var:819|N'raha Tia (819)}} has posed:'''     There's a blink from the catman as the Kitsune slides over towards him and the bar. This is due to several things. One: he is in mid-bite of the tuna on rye, his mouth sorta of full at the moment. Two: he's mostly sitting besides the bar and not behind it. Three: well, she's cute and stuff, okay? and now he feels like a lump.     He quickly swallows, coughs, and then taps his chest. "Ah, sorry, uh, you'll have to ask Rushing Cloud and Black Howl over here, I'm just... you know, guarding the bar?" Which is a weird way to say 'I'm sticking close to Yari', but well.     The Male Pirate, who is presumably Rushing Cloud, slides over and grins at Kirika. "One sake." It's not in a fancy dish, but in a tall shotglass. It's wha they've got, man. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Grumpy Miq gets a wiggle of her nose. Then over to Kirika. "Looks like you've been drafted into the Supplies and Ethanol Division, Raha. Congratulations on your promotion." Nnn! "We'll have to change that, Miss Kirika. The fall of the factions...well...I've been doing a lot of thinking. Soon." A slow nod. Crash is very positive, and right now, that's exactly what people need. Yari raises her glass again. "Perfect! To new dawns!" Taro gets a nod of understanding. "Unsurprising. You're skilled, and a good man, Taro. Good luck. Hopefully we won't cause each other too much trouble. I consider you a friend." Yup, another time. "Understood! Have fun. And try to relax a little." Haguro, well? She gets a backwards glance as she heads off. In a way, it's a relief. Awkward indeed! She never /did/ apologize. She'll add that to her list. 

:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     Kirikou smirks. "I wouldn't die even if someone killed me." he boasts. Then suddenly he's getting hugged! Not that he minds. He'd have gone for something like a brofist or an arm-clasp, but Yari's not really just another bro. Not really. And the Twins are pretty eager not to be left out too! They cling to legs, tails, whatever. They're still not very large, though they've grown somewhat over the past few years. They certainly haven't hit puberty yet... and so they're still impossible to tell apart.     The Meister seems pretty happy though, as he takes a spot and listens to the speeches. "Hear hear!" he cheers, raising a beer to the toasts. Yes he's of age, sort of, in his home nation. Death Academy students get to do lots of stuff young... he was driving when he was 13, and 16 year olds or older pretty much do whatever they want.     He grins at Taro, raising his mug. Taro's not exactly a friend, but Kilik was never wary of him either. They'll no doubt work together in the future. "Hey man. Glad to see you made it out okay." he greets the techpriest. Actually, he may well end up working for Taro rather than working with, but he doesn't mind that either. 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     Nagato gives a look as she's looked at by the Liznin, the salute, however, gets her attention. She salutes the Ninja and then offers what was in her hand, it's a small box of cookies. "Yuna would not let me live it up if I didn't bring you a gift for allowing my presence here." the comment about the invitation gets mention and she nods, "I'm trusting you on this, you know." she comments, "And the bauxite was good, thank you. Carrier Divisions One and Two both loved the gift as well."     She looks between Yuna and Yari, "Yuna's been... i want to say a guiding force as well, it's the reason I'm here, you know, I wouldn't have given it another thought if she wasn't so.. insistent." she pats Yuna softly, "She's reliable. I'm happy she's with me." 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     Nagato adds to this, looking at the bar maiden. "Sake, hot please." she nods, "And some sushi if you have it." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Taro Daisho. A pleasure," he finishes making introductions with Haguro. His gaze follows her briefly as she heads toward the bar area, before he shifts back to the others.     Yari's opinion of him is received with a quiet sound of amusement. "Am I now." He's not contradicting her, at least. "I have considered you an esteemed associate, Yari. Also, just because the world has changed does not mean I have forgotten our unfinished business. At your leisure, of course."     He turns his attention to Kilik then, though the grin goes unreturned. "It's good to see that you and the twins have done the same." 

:'''{{#var:481|Kirika (481)}} has posed:'''     "Ah." Kirika looks like she feels more than a bit stupid for that, but regardless she has her sake as Rushing Cloud provides it. She bows her head to Rushing Cloud, and takes the glass with some puzzlement. Still, sake is sake, and Kirika downs the shot without wasting a beat. "Kirika of Kasun, well met Taro-san." She bows her head to the Bishop engineer, before she considers Nagato's order. "I will have what she is taking, as well." She says to the barkeep, softly. 

:'''{{#var:819|N'raha Tia (819)}} has posed:'''     A sushi order! Rushing Cloud and Black Howl look at each other confusedly for a moment or two, and then over at Yari's position, and-     N'raha, already sighing at being Drafted, shakes his head a bit, gets up from his spot, and slides around behind the counter. "I got it, I got it." There's a moment as he picks up a Backpack of some sort, though... it's probably really more of an Inventory. As Black Mist gets Kirika and Nagato their Hot Sake, the Miqo'te reaches his arm down into the bag, past his elbow, past the point where the bag ought to be actually resting on the counter behind the bar. It's Bigger On The Inside.     And from there, he pulls out... two carefully wrapped and packaged servings of what appears to be some sort of whitefish sashimi. Still cold. "Made these fresh this morning, and I was planning on turning them in for some Leves, but... here you go." He manages a smile at both the kitsune and the Shipgirl, ears flicking a bit. "Nice to meet you both, I'm N'raha, with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn." 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' Returning with cups of melted bauxite mixed with... Some sort of alcoholic drink she couldn't remember the name of, Haguro approaches the group once again while smiling politely at Taro's and N'raha's introductions. Everyone seems relaxed enough here, and even the Cruiser is settling down a bit after taking a sup from her own cup. She holds the second out to Nagato, and her attention soon turns to Crash with an approving nod.      "Agreed. Whatever happened in the past can stay there. If we can keep moving forward, then we can make new friends and enemies without all that holding us back." She almost sounds a little proud at that, but then stumbles over her own words as she starts speaking again. "Ah.. N-not that I'd want to make enemies with anyone here or anything! I just meant that.. Um... That is..."      And then a sudden flustered bow. "I'm sorry!" 

:'''{{#var:481|Kirika (481)}} has posed:'''     Nabbing some sushi, Kirika bows her head to Black Mist. "Very impressive, this is delicious looking already." She takes a mouthful, savoring the taste as she nods to N'Raha. "It is nice to meet you, N'Raha. I am Kirika, formerly of the Union, Warden of Kasun. I take it that you and Yari are acquainted, then?" She asks, smiling pleasantly to the Miqo'te.     Haguro's words draw a look from Kirika, and she nods. "Aye, whatever grudges the Confederacy and Union had died when they did. As far as I am concerned, this might be a good thing in the long run, perhaps." Sushimunch. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Yuna hugs Yari back with a fair amount of enthusiasm - balanced with a little bit of decorum, and some caution for the karaoke rig. "I'm glad to see you alive and well too, Yari," she replies. And she might be blushing a bit at the sort-of-motherly worry which Yari displays ... but she doesn't stop hugging until Yari tries to pull away - so that she can address Nagato. Getting patted by Nagato helps forestall the idol from running off anywhere else, and she bows sheepishly at Yari's thanks for bringing Nagato along. *Then* Yuna splits off to attend to other people and other tasks. Haguro gets a hug as well - y'know what, Yuna hugs anyone who seems like they either want a hug, or could benefit from one. But then she busies herself setting up the karaoke machine. If there's a generator or some other source of electrical power, awesome; Yuna will plug it in there. If not? Well, it's a PORTABLE karaoke rig, it wouldn't be nearly as much use if it couldn't run off of batteries or something ... and Yuna made sure to bring a couple of fresh sets of batteries (solar rechargeable, freshly topped off over the afternoon). Soon enough, the rig is set up; Yuna makes sure everything is correctly plugged in and switched on, and does a little bit of a mic/volume check ... and then? The music starts - almost bell-like electric guitar chords at first, then the keyboard and percussion, before Yuna begins singing. o/~    So, wasn't there some other way for us to meet? It's sad     I don't want to kill you, even if I die ... please Unusually, Yuna's eyes are closed as she begins this song - one of her favorites at one point, but one she laid aside when the war got more personal for her. But at this point ... o/~    Even fate can be swallowed up, like sinking into the sea o/~    My wish, ride on the wind, and ring the bell of daybreak     Like a bird, my wishes over their airspace     Over the countless waves, standing to face tomorrow,     I will protect you, My life I trade in for your pain     Stop the fighting At this point, the fighting actually *HAS* stopped - and practically just in time for Christmas, at that. It was a miracle that even Yuna didn't think she could pray for, but it still happened ... at great cost, but still. Union and Confederacy have been dissolved, and while new factions have pieced themselves together from the ruins, it's still possible for former enemies to gather together like this as friends, or at least with the possibility of friendship. So Yuna's putting her whole heart into singing ... and if anyone notices tears trickling down her cheeks, it's not from sadness, but simply because the emotions - even happy ones - are so overwhelming. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Believe it or not, Yari has a soft side. Actually, many here probably know that. Still, it shows between hugs and then the Twins grabbing to tail and...her horns!? There's a hiss of amused dismay as she tilts over, and lets go of Kilik. The pretty much pulls the Twins into hugs and sandy little rolls that end in ruffles of the two young Weapon's hair. Yari Takane /loves/ children even if she'd never admit it. And the Twins are adorable! "Have fun, little ones." Then, de sanding herself, she turns to Kilik. "No matter where the future leads us...you're a friend, Kilik. Don't forget that." /Ahem/! Yari tries to reinstate some dignity here. She might be failing. "A...gift. You really didn't.." Open. Cookies. Three of them dissappear almost instantly. Military lunches and ninja skills make for amazing rates of devouring food. "Thank you, Nagato. However...you have talent. I'll be making sure your next batch is worthy of a commanding officer." Was that an offer, or a threat? It kinda sounds like both. As for Yuna? Well, that gets a smile. "I honestly feel sorry for you. Not the type of woman you should underestimate. Don't worry. This is a little too obvious for an assassination op, isn't it? Give me a little more credit than that." Her smirk is half joking, half utterly deadly. It'd be selling the Admiral short if she didn't try for a bit of intimidation. A hand wave. "Your girls deserved it." Then, she basically just tries to walk past her. There's a whisper only for her. "Admiral. We'll meet on the appointed day. I have a few things I want to talk to you about." Then, a casual two-fingered wave. Taro gets a smirk. "I'm glad you don't forget. Thank you, Taro. See? Good man. Now go have fun." Haguro is already apologizing. The ninja huffs, even as she passes out more food to people. Especially burgers, there's tons of those! "Miss Haguro, don't embarrass your Admiral. Show some confidence in your Fleet and yourself." She chides, albeit gently. Hugs complete, off goes Yuna. Yari catches the pop idol getting to work. Arms cross as she takes a moment to filter over to the bar. A mug full of Strong Mixed Drink, and she listens. Three sips in as she listens to Yuna's song, and Yari is already dripping tears down her eyes. "A wish to end war, huh? That's just like you, Yuna." She mutters to herself. It's her wish too. Maybe that's why she looks so sad and bitter. The Eikon is in the details, after all. 

:'''{{#var:1089|Crash (1089)}} has posed:'''     A curious tilt of Crash's head is the response Haguro gets at first, and then "For what..?" she asks, genuinely seeming concerned for the cruiser. "You have nothing to apologize for. No one -wants- to make enemies, I would hope, so, no need for an apology. And if necessary? Apology accepted. Enjoy yourself, cut loose, relax! It's fine." Smile. It's at about this time that the mechfox takes a much closer look at the grill, Yari, and decides to let the grill master decide. "Whatever you think is best on that grill, I'll give a shot. Can't really say I've eaten much in the way of actual food in what feels like forever. So. You make it, I'll try it, and hopefully everyone else can follow suit."     And then a concert breaks out? A glance is sent Yuna's away, Crash considering where to take a seat, just as soon as her order is filled. What to get to drink isn't a major concern at juuust this moment, but she'll probably get to that eventually. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro sips his cocktail umbrella-enhanced ethanol. It saves him from making any comments in response to Haguro or Kirika. While a good debate may be fun for him, he suspects it would be less so for them, and so he refrains.     As the food starts being passed around, he begins making his way over to the bonfire. As much as he may personally enjoy some of their company, organics and their methods of energy replenishment...it's a little off-putting. 

:'''{{#var:819|N'raha Tia (819)}} has posed:'''     N'raha's ears... tinge a bit at Kirika's question about knwoing Yari. "We serve... similar goals on the other end of things in Eorzea. Though the recent Cataclysm has brought the war in our world to an abrupt halt, because the Primals and their beastmen are running roughshod thanks to... well. Hrm." Morale Issues. "A conversation for another time." He smiles, or tries to.     A moment to lift a hand and rub self-conciously at the bandage wrap on his ear. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Crash asks Yari for her skills!? The ninja provides. She snaps a sharp salute for the robo-fox! "Don't underestimate my Empire!" Then, in a blurr of speed, she's kneading meat, laying it on the grill, washing her hands, then flipping it. Bar-b-que sauce and spices get applied liberally. Somewhere in all of this, there's cheese from her homeland inserted into the burger. Finally, it's sizzled to perfection. A plate is presented to Crash. Lettuce, tomato, Heinz 57 and a side of french fried potatos. Yari adds a big pickle, and there's a large mug of beer handed to Crash. "Enjoy, ma'am!" Poor grumpy N'raha. "What he's trying to say, is that we both realize the threat of Eikons where some others might not." 

:'''{{#var:481|Kirika (481)}} has posed:'''     "Funny, the Union and Confederacy had a similar event earlier this month." Kirika muses, regarding N'Raha curiously. Though, the topic can wait for another time. The mention of Primals does get her attention however, as she takes another bite of sushi, elegantly popping it into her mouth with deft use of chopsticks. "Are you injured?" She asks, looking at the bandage suddenly in concern. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' Although Haguro's flustered at first, she soon calms down between Kirika's own agreement, Yuna's cooldown hug and eventual song, Yari's chiding, and Crash's show of concern. It takes her a few moments of breathing to calm herself down, then finally breaks into a more relaxed smile once she calms her nerves (and takes another sip of booze-infused bauxite).      The introduction of burgers may also be helping. "I've heard of this one place that sells burgers that uses meat as the buns and puts the vegetables and condiments between them... It sounds good, but I don't think that'd be the cleanest thing to eat. Although..." She casts a curious glance over towards the grill, then starts slipping those uniform gloves off. "... Would that be okay? Just to see if it'd work." 

:'''{{#var:127|Kirikou (127)}} has posed:'''     Kirikou grabs the Twins before they can do too much damage to Yari's dignity. Too late for preventing it entirely, but he doesn't seem to mind. She's pretty adorable when she's with kids, which is also part of what he likes about her. He wouldn't get along well with anyone who hates kids.     He settles back, stretching, then heading for the bonfire hauling the Twins along with a grin. "C'mon, we should get some food. Weiner roast?" he suggests. Aaaaand suddenly he's no longer dragging them.... 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     The sushi is picked up and eaten, giving a slight bow to the Catman. "N'raha. This is well prepared. You have my thanks. I'm Admiral Nagato of the Hikari Combined Fleet. It's a pleasure to see you." a light smile is given before she turns to Yari. Oh, there's a Haguro too. "Haguro, good to see you, I'm glad you're well." And now back to Yari, and when the cookies are devoured... at least three of the set... "Then perhaps I shall improve the recipe that I've delivered to you."     Was that a challenge?     Then the mention of an assassination op... and wait, she didn't have an... oh she had her IS. And no place to change. "Watch it, lizard. I'm still her Admiral, you know." though, when she gets this whisper, she gives a nod in return before listening to Yuna singing.... you know what, screw wall flowering.     Nagato approaches the karaoke machine, listening to Yuna, relaxing some, giving a slight nod to the singer as a 'may I go next' kinda deal. 

:'''{{#var:819|N'raha Tia (819)}} has posed:'''     N'raha blinks over at Nagato, and snaps off a rather crisp across the chest salute to the Admiral. "I figured you were a Navy girl. I'm with the Privateer Corps back home, so." He grins. Legallized piracy, got to love it.     Though, he looks over to Yari and Kirika as they converse as well. "Oh, it was the same one. Didn't just hit them, it rattled across the Multiverse. Churned up some of the leftover damage back home, is the problem." The Miqo'te sighs, his shoulders slumping. "I've been running ragged trying to put out brush fires and handle... other issues. Thuggery and corruption and all of it." Raha's face looks... very tired for a moment or two. 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Yuna continues singing, her eyes blinking open early in the second stanza, and blinking a few more times to chase back the remaining tears. Finally, she reaches the last line - "o/~ There's nobody who can shoot down a wish! o/~" Yuna poses briefly, holding the microphone aloft, then lets out a breath, lifts her head with a smile, and offers the microphone to Nagato. She also holds up the song-list book ... although if Nagato just tells her the title, Yuna can punch in the code and dial the music up for the Admiral. Once that's done (if Nagato doesn't look the code up and punch it in on her own), Yuna makes her way over to the grill, collecting a plate and some food .... She should probably get a drink too, but what's non-alcoholic among the offerings? She'll accept plain water if that's the only non-alcoholic option. And then it's just a matter of listening to what Nagato chose to sing. 

:'''{{#var:1089|Crash (1089)}} has posed:'''     Truly a master of the culinary arts, watching Yari work the grill is as much a delight as the meal will probably be! When it's all done and the meal is presented, Crash gives a small bow and accepts the plate, "A wonder to watch and I expect a wonder to devour. Thank you, Yari. I hope everyone else enjoys the food," she comments before moving to take a seat wherever she is able to do so.     Another concerned look is sent Haguro's way. "That.. is as ridiculous sounding as it probably is filling. I'm not sure if I would want to try that or not." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari...actually jaw-drops at Haguro's request. That's awfully messy. A little absurd. Her gaze shuts. "I may have underestimated you, Miss Haguro." Such suddenly culinary respect, even if it's utter excess. Culinarian gloves are suddenly on her hand, and to the grill she labors. Ten minutes later Yari returns, offering a single plate. Two thick kobe beef ground burgers hold together an unholy amalgamation of veggies, pickles, sauce, and fries. The true definition of heart attack on a plate. There's also bauxite chips mixed in, because yari's good like that. The ninja salutes. "Please don't die, Miss Haguro." And then she's off. Yari rubs the back of her head, and vaguely squints towards N'raha. "It was a real mess. Not how I'd handle it, of course, but I've seen less skilled removal of guards." A vague shrug. A peek to Nagato as she goes up. A peek to Yuna. There's a deep sigh. Yeah, Yari's smirking. "She really does get fired up after all." She mutters, generally in earshot of both fleet and pretty much everyone. Teeth grind, and another third of her drink is devoured. "You had better not disappoint, you..." Glug. Frown. "You rusty fishing boat!" That's about the best insult she can come up with. Good luck, Nagato! There's plenty of NA stuff for Yuna! Juice, water, soda, tea! Yari's nothing if not accomodating. Crash gets a swift nod. "I try my best, Ma'am!" Glug glug glug! 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     Rusty Fishing Boat?! Nagato shoots a GLARE at Yari, thumbing through the song list, punches in things... and there's some music starting to play... a liliting melody as Nagato taps the mic with a small bit of feedback that causes the Admiralboat to wince. She looks at everyone... Yuna is watching.. Haguro is watching. There's people who don't /know/ her that's watching. She takes a soft breath and out comes a soothing voice, almost practiced....     o/Eien sagasu kimi wa utsurigi na yumemibito (You, who seek eternity, are a capricious dreamer)     Uwaki na yume ni sugari anata wa doko e yuku (As you cling to a fickle dream, to where shall you go?)     Tasogare hiraku kagi wo sagashite tsuki no kage (I, who wept because I sought the key to open twilight)     Todokanai mama naita watashi wa doko e yuku (But could not reach the moonlight--to where shall I go?)     Nagato's swaying slowly, eyes closed as her voice carries more of the song, dancing slowly to a practiced set of moves that Yuna might be reminded of... back at the bath a long while ago. Though, nervousness shows in Nagato's face, this is so beyond what she normally does, and if Mutsu found out... 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro stands in front of the bonfire, nursing his drink. He listens to the music in an abstract way, noticing the change in songs and in the performers while not paying direct or full attention to the performances themselves. Not exactly a social creature, that much hasn't changed. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's gaze...is wide open as Nagato sings. There's talent there, even she can tell. Quickly, the ninja bites her tongue as if to utterly hide her astonishment of this hidden Technique of the Admiral's! It doesn't help that the words themselves hit in vulnerable places within Yari. Dreams. A new twilight. Maybe even beyond the dawn of the horizon. Yari does her best to hide her shed tears. A squint back at Yuna. "I assume this is your doing, Yuna. Your training is frightening to behold. Well done." Her gauntlet blinks just lightly. That magitek device...well, she set it on 'audio record'. That might explain why Nagato is getting a smug smile. Way too smug for this polite assassin. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' Oh dear. Yari's gone and riled Nagato up. If Haguro wasn't already hiccuping a little from downing her third glass, she'd probably be trying to calm her superior down. Instead, she giggles quietly and watches, turning over at Crash and Yari with only a little bit of shrinking back rather than her usual flustered fidgeting.      "Is it? It looked quite good on that show..."      It really did! And when it comes out from Yari's grill, it ends up looking even better than she could have imagined. Does Haguro need to eat? Probably not, but... Well.      A ship reincarnated as a human has to use that humanity properly somehow. "Oh... This looks so good, Miss Takane. I'll... I will survive this!" She takes it with a grateful bow of her head, and then...      TIME TO FEAST. And also listen to another impromptu song. All in all, a good outing! 

:'''{{#var:385|Yuna Kagurazaka (385)}} has posed:''' Yuna's not recording it. She actually hadn't even been thinking about the Christmas presents that are piling up for her when she decided to bring both Nagato and a karaoke rig to the same party. But if she'd known what a performance Nagato would turn in when the chance reared up and presented itself? She ABSOLUTELY would have done the same thing she did. She's almost entranced by Nagato's singing, even as some of her attention gets split off to munch on a hamburger and/or some sushi, and to sip fruit juice. She's not even entirely sure what prompted Nagato to try singing in front of other people - she didn't catch the conversation between Nagato and Yari (or vice versa). So Yari's praising Yuna's training just draws an innocently confused look, from idol to lizardnin. Anyway. The only one who might tip Mutsu off about Nagato's new hobby is Haguro ... and that's between Haguro and Nagato, really. "You've got a real gift for singing, Nagato," Yuna praises the Admiral once she's finished that song. What's left of her juice is raised in a silent toast, then drained. The plastic cup might hide a brief smirk, though, as if Yuna just had a mischievous idea of her own .... 
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Fairytale of New York (Ren Tanaka)

2016-12-25T15:37:30Z

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Scenes from the life of a Traveller...

"Caught up with Kazuko, at long last. It had been a long couple of weeks and we'd both had our trials to overcome. No, I'm not going to go into all the details of what aliens and spirits got punched and where, I do that enough, people are beginning to think I like to toot my own horn too much. Sufficed to say...

We met up in New York... A New York. Nothing particularly unpleasant about it aside from what you'd expect from New York. She wa getting on well enough by herself- well enough, in fact, that I needn't have bothered. I looked at her and I knew that whatever had happened between then and now, Kazuko Kawakami had learned to take care of herself. Stand on her own. And I admitted it, I said that those adventures we had together were my means of pushing her towards that point.

Said she could follow whatever dream she wanted, free of her sister's decisions.

Next night she's going to be going off somewhere to a new scrape on her own, but for now, we've got tonight to celebrate. Sinatra is singing, all the bells they are ringing...

And the boys of the NYPD Choir are singing 'Galway Bay', and the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day..."

3555/A Lizard, A Cleric, and a Mage Enter A Bar

2016-01-12T19:16:19Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Finally able to get up and about again, Yari has come to the Bar and Grill for some relaxation that's sorely needed. Seeing old friends that want to kill you puts you in a drinking mood! She waves to those she knows of the workers, and with a nod, she has her usual: fried lavashark on frenchbread with a kupo-nut beer to wash it down with. She's dressed in a light blue kimono today, sitting at the bar and eating like a woman starved. Her tail sways gently behind her. Nomf~ 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary is practically acting as Yari's shadow today, sitting close by the Au Ra and keeping a close eye on the woman! Well, when she's not busy shovelling deep fried buffalo wings into her face. Also, she's shovelling deep fried buffalo wings into her face. Not the best combination, considering that she's wearing her usual white coat today. "Mrph... This was an awesome idea." 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     It's been Dorian's experience that the Bar and Grill accepts all types. So when making for the place, he's dressed in his usual-- leather armor with the white cloak over it-- and has that serpentine dragon-headed staff slung on his back. Dorian heads for the bar himself, sitting near Yari and Sanary. "A Ferelden ale, if you please," he asks the bartender. "I'm still amazed its made its way here, to be truthful." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari Takane smiles to Sanary in between a big bite of sandwich! The woman shadowing her has been a comfort after that attack on her, Yari's paranoia doubled as of late. Dorian's entrance doesn't help, the ninja eyeing the man suspiciously with all that armor on. Then she shakes her head. Sigh. "We both needed it. Thanks for coming, Sanary." She raises her beer! A glance to Dorian again. Tail flick. "I've yet to find something they /don't/ carry. Whoever supplies them must be a miracle worker." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary lifted a mostly-clean hand in greeting as Dorian sat besides herself and Yari, her attention still mostly focused on polishing off one of the wings. SHe had to make sure all the meat was off the bones to really get her money's worth, after all! "Mmgh... Yeah, this place is great. All sorts of food, not having to go far to get it... Hell, I got here just going in and out of my room once because I didn't feel like going outside."      Truly an outstanding and model soldier.      "Heh... Not a problem, Yari. You know you can always crash at my place if you need to. I'm sure Souji'll understand." 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     "So I've noticed," Dorian comments. He'd heard the part before that, but it really isn't any of his business. "I have to wonder what kind of trade deal they've worked out." Here his voice takes on a slightly wry note. "And how much the Merchant's Guild was involved in it." Mumble mumble greedy dwarves grumble.     Sanary's comment of the place gets a chuckle. "That is quite an amazing feat of magic to get here, yes. I could think of many applications for that sort of thing." Though he's not above noticing that There seems to be an issue. Looking at Yari again, he asks, "Are you in some sort of trouble?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari facepalms. Reeeeach! Yari tickles one of those ears! "Good thing you saved that energy. You owe me another race through the Danger Room course." Grin! Oh the wonders of Fed technology and lethal training! "I know where I'm sleeping tonight then!" Offer accepted! To Dorian, she smiles. "Let's just say I met some old friends recently. They had issues to work out with me." Despite the smile, there's that look of seeing a ghost. This well might have been the 'should have been dead' old friends. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "I don't know how it works, but..." Sanary shrugs lightly. "Important thing is that it works, right? Just as long as we don't have to worry about-"      And then Sanary's caught in the tickle attack! She lets out an uncharacteristically high squeaking noise before slumping over at Yari, struggling to hold those buffalo wing sauce'd hands away from everyone! "Wha... A-already? But you should rest up, too. In case more... Uh. Old friends come and visit again." Her own expression darkens for a moment, then brightens a little too much almost immediately afterwards. "But one of 'em is staying over, so you'll get to see her again!"      Surely there's nothing weird about that. Turning back to Dorian, she looks him over quickly before raising an eyebrow and trying to regain some of her composure from that squeak earlier. "So! Uh. Haven't seen you around before. What's your... Thing?" 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     "Oh dear," Dorian replies, to the mention of 'meeting old friends'. "Yes, I can imagine. For what it's worth, I have some 'old friends' of that sort, too. I'm related to most of them in fact." He shakes his head. He doesn't mention Sanary's squeak; he understands when someone's trying to look like they TOTALLY DIDN'T DO THAT. "Ah. Getting ahead of myself again, I see." He offers the pair of them a polite bow of his head. "Dorian Pavus, Atlus mage of Tevinter. How do you do?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari Takane frown! "If I don't train, then I'll get weaker! I will not let my skills rust!" She huffs, a little stubborn for once. Nom! But then she sighs a bit. "Though I suppose you're right. I'm still weak, and the poison hasn't completely left me." No words on her compatriot, she just grins viciously! She finishes off her sandwich, then looks to Dorian! "My sympathies. I'm used to enemies, but when they're close, it's all the more frightening." Shudder. Yari stands, and snaps a sharp salute. "Ensign Yari Takane, Confederate Elite Forces. Honor and Glory, Mister Pavus!" Then she sits down. Beersip. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with Tevinter. Some form of magical academy?" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Glad to hear we're not the only ones." Sanary laughs freely as Dorian spoke of his old friends, although the fact that he's related to them does draw another curious eyebrow raise. She doesn't mention anything about that, of course, but it's certianly something she makes a mental note of. "Sanary Rondel, healer and Captain of the Confederacy. I do... Uh. Good?"      She takes a moment, then clears her throat before that can get any weirder. "I'm doing alright. You?" It's at that moment that she finally remembers to wipe her hands off, although there's still a faint stinging from having eaten so many wings recently.      "Don't worry, Yari. You'll be back in training condition in no time. Just gotta make sure you eat enough until then!" Satisfied that her hands are clean, though, she follows up Yari's salute with one of her own. "An atlas is a... Map, right? So you... Cast really long range spells, then?" 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     "It can be hard when the people who are closest to you are the ones who want to put a knife in your back," Dorian replies, surprisingly kindly. As for Tevinter being an academy? Dorian shakes his head. "Tevinter is a country, where I was born," he replies. "There /are/ academies in Tevinter, though. In fact I was expelled from one of the best, when I was nine years old." Oooh! Bad boy!     Dorian chuckles a bit at Sanary's comment. "Altus, not atlas. It's... a rank. The Altus are direct descendants of the Somniari-- the Dreamers. The Somniari were the first mages in Tevinter, the first who could walk in the Fade without aid. They taught all of Thedas how to use magic." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari smiles just a bit. "I suppose. Ugh. I just hate feeling useless. Not out improving myself. I have to catch up to /you/ after all!" Nose-poke! The ninja is feeling oddly playful today. Then back to Dorian. Yari mentally takes notes, the woman blinking. "Curious. Expelled? I assume you're not exactly the picture of an upright mage in your country?" There's a slight tease to it. "Strange. Your magic comes from dreams?" She adds, before her comms go off. "Nnn. Work calls. Sanary, see you tonight. Mister Dorian? A pleasure." A salute to the pair, and she's off after paying! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Expelled? Got into a lot of trouble then, eh?" Sanary holds in another snicker at that, although there is a broad smirk on her face as she regards Dorian. "Well, you look like doing pretty well without 'em, so." He had to be. He had such a nicely trimmed moustache, after all! "Never heard of... Uh. Any of these names, though. They sound important! I just.. Uh. You know."      Clearing her throat again, the cleric nods at Yari and returns her salute as she leaves. "Later, Yari!" And then she's back to those chicken wings. She can't let them go to waste! " Sounds tough, teaching a whole... Something to use magic. What's this Fade, anyway? Some kinda... No man's land or something?" 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Dorian gives a delightfully evil smirk. "Oh, Maker no," he responds. "I'm /anything/ but upstanding. I'm something of a pariah, in fact. That's not the only reason, mind you, but it was the first one. I just never looked back." That smirk is still there. At least until Yari makes to go. "Do take care, Miss Yari," he offers, as she heads off.     And then he turns his attention to Sanary. A chuckle, first. "Thedas is the name of my world," he offers helpfully. "My apologies. I do forget that there are other worlds that have never heard of the place before." He tilts his head. "The Fade is where magic comes from. Where spirits come from, as well. Some say that's where one's soul goes when he dies. So... the afterlife, maybe? The spirit realm? It's all of those. Though I admit, I'm no expert on the Fade. Mages... just have magic. It's in the blood. The Somniari taught magic by spreading their bloodline throughout the world, you see." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      It takes Sanary a moment to understand, but she does eventually figure out what Dorian means! "Heh... Well, if you're in need of work, I know a few places where you could find it pretty easily with that kind of talent." She doesn't follow it up with any kind of business card or... Anything, though. She hasn't done this sort of thing in person before!      Listening carefully to his explanation about the Fade, she nods slowly while polishing off another wing. Just how many of those things has she eaten already? "Ah, not a problem. Took me a while just to get used to people not knowing who Grima is. Hn... I've heard of a couple of names for the after-death thing, yeah. But yours sounds more like..." She pauses, tapping a finger on her chin (and then wiping it off). Like... Magic's powered by your ancestors' ghosts or something. But you can go there without being dead, too, so that's... You know if anyone ever tried living in there for a while?" 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     "I may take you up on that offer," Dorian replies. "I am, unfortunately, forced to live /so very far/ below my station thanks to leaving my home. At home I would have been a fat, happy, and powerful magister. Alas, I'm not welcome there at the moment. But yes. Work. I can give you my personal frequency, or you can contact me through the Syndicate channels."     And then Sanary mentions going into the Fade. Immediately Dorian shakes his head. "That would be extraordinarily unwise," Dorian replies. "The last people who tried to go into the Fade upset the Maker badly enough that He left Thedas entirely, got themselves turned into darkspawn, and started a wasting illness that no one can cure. Well, no one in my world, anyway. I shudder to think what other horrors would be released if someone tried again." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Heh. Good to hear~ Never hurts to have some extra mages around for missions or research." Sanary chuckles. "Kinda curious how your stuff would work with theirs, but... Yeah, I'll give you my own frequency, too. Worst case scenario, just ask around for Souji Murasame. He's got a good eye for talent." She grins just a little more at that. Surely she's not talking about herself? "And there's the Confederacy, too, although asking about that on the public band might get you some unwanted attention."      Listening to Dorian some more, she does eventually nod and stroke her chin slowly once she realizes how bad of an idea it would be to head into the Fade. "Huh... That's a pain. Maybe you'll find a cure somewhere out in the Multiverse, then.O r... Not, if you don't feel like it." She shrugs. She's not going to judge.      Instead, she'll finish off those chicken wings and finally get her hands clean enough to take a phone out! "Here's my info, too. You need a healer or someone to get hit with stuff, I'm your girl. Well... Unless it's helping the Union against the Confederacy." She laughs lightly." Bosses might not appreciate me doing that." 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     "So I hear," Dorian replies. "The Confederacy seems to be tagged with the 'bad guy' label, if I've seen correctly. So yes, that's liable to get all the wrong kinds of attention." A smirk. As for the Blight? That gets the smirk to fall. "I don't know that there /is/ a cure," he states. "It's not that I don't went one. On the contrary, I have a rather vested interested in hoping for one. We just don't udnerstand how it works. It corrupts all living beings-- people, animals, and plans all."     Dorian actually has a phone! An actual smartphone, like you can buy at the store. Nothing special about it, really. But given how he's so archaic in looks-- and possibly speech-- it seems out of place. Nonetheless, he works with the device well, and takes down Sanary's number. "Thank you, my dear," he offers as he puts the phone away. "Oh yes. And if your friend Yari has any more trouble with her 'old friends', don't hesitate to call me." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Just a label. I mean, yeah, we've got some members that do shady stuff to get as powerful as they are, but... Some of us are in it because we need that power to prevent even worse stuff." Sanary smirks, gesturing at herself once before leaning back in her seat and finishing off the rest of her drink.      After the exchange of info, the cleric nods while getting up from her seat. "Definitely. I don't think they'll be a problem any time soon, but I'll definitely give you a call if anything comes up. Be safe, Dorian." She snaps him a quick salute, then heads off with her coat in tow! It'd be so much more dramatic if it was actually windy inside the building.      Somehow. 

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3634/Demons and Bandits

2016-01-08T20:44:53Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The rather unimaginatively named village of Hamlett is one amongst uncountable numbers in the planetary plains. A simple farming village content to farm, and get paid both whichever faction happens to be paying more that day. Unfortunately, a group of bandits transplanted by a unification have decided to take over the small village. And they're well armed. There's only a total of eight houses in the village, the largest of which being a long rectangle shape that serves for meetings of the village and often a place for travelers to stay. Now, it's been taken over as a place for the captive villagers to be kept. Along the outskirts of the village, sentries have been posted, each one armed with rather advanced laser guns, though it's dubious as to how much ammo they might actually have. The bandits have made no demands, and worse still, there's been strange arcane lights coming from the central building. Mages of both factions would easily be able to tell it's an incredibly dark-aligned ritual. Enough so that there's a sickening feeling in the air that might make one's throat tighten. Yari and her compatriots would meet just before midnight when the rituals were at their height in an area overlooking the valley where the village resides. There's good cover of night for the operation. She'll pass around a pair of night-vision binoculars. From their vantage point, there's five visible guards posted, lights coming from both the larger building and a slightly smaller one where voices can vaguely be heard wafting from. It sees a lot of traffic. A barracks of sorts, perhaps? The local tavern, a squat village, is seeing some activity from staggering, drunk bandits. "Our mission is simple. We get inside the village, free the captives, remove the bandits. Kill them, or spare them, it's up to each of you. I'd suggest two teams: one aimed as a distraction to draw away attention from the hostages, and another team for extracting the hostages. Questions? Ideas?" She offers to the group. 

:'''{{#var:855|Tatsuto Satou (855)}} has posed:'''     Tatsuto Satou and his adorable almost-cartoony dog Plotmon may seem a bit out of place here. He's obviously slightly nervous, unable to keep his left leg from bouncing as he crouches down. "...I should, uh. Probably be on the 'distraction' team. Not like I'm good at sneaking around or anything, so..."     Plotmon is currently trying to keep Tatsuto all reassured and calm while pretending she's not freaking out herself. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:''' More dark magic. Lovely. Dorian's response to hearing of it is a sigh. "Yet another bunch of idiots who think if they just use enough dark magic, their problems will go away." Clearly he has no love for these people. Which is good, that means he's not likely to have much mercy. And that's probably going to be very useful here. Looking through the binoculars as they're passed to him, Dorian surveys the area. A chess-player's mind is at work now, comparing the angles, considering the layout of the village, cycling through tactics that would be useful here. He has a suggestion! "I'll actually suggest three teams. The longhouse is in the center of the village. The distraction team should try and draw as many defenders away from the longhouse and to a single point as possible, another team should cut off their avenue of return, and a third should actually sneak into the longhouse itself. What do you think?" 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:'''     Dark magic? Stuff like that? To most it would be a bunch of 'hocus-pocus,' but Reina Kinney will believe anything and everything... within reason of course.     Reina arrives by teleporting in and lands near Dorian and the others. She takes out her binoculars and stares through them, surveying the general area. She then frowns a little and looks to the others. "Cover, stealth, distraction... whatever you need, I'll do it," Reina says in a stern voice. Usually a comment like that might sound sarcastic, but Reina speaks in a way that indicates she's not messing around. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     Blurr doesn't need those binoculars to scan the village's structure from the cliff. He doesn't know how to recognize 'dark magic' either, but it does look like a lot of bizarre energy signatures. "There's a bunch of weird energy sigs coming from that larger building near the center." He observes. "Anyone have any idea what's in there? Too much interference, can't get a read on what's inside."     "I guess I could handle the diversion." Well, yeah. "Who are these guys, anyway?" 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel had heard about the banits, she was concenred about it and she couldn't always be just pretening to jus tbe the good little Deejay back in Argon, so here Deelel was she wasn't along, there were others in on the rescu job, she was wearing her meatspace outfit and had several items attached to her outfit, or poking out of it's pockets. They were all seamless nad had no clear controls at lest on a quick inspection. "I'll work on the hostages." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Tatsuto gets Yari's attention first. "Alright. Distraction team with Mister..." She starts, only for Dorian to bring up quite the good pint. Rubbing her chin, she then nods. "If we're quiet, then, it should be workable. Alright. Mister Pavus, Mister Satou, Distraction Team One. Go in, make as much noise and fire without burning down the village as you can." Then she turns to Blurr. "They seem to be ordinary bandits, but from reports there's been some sort of cult takeover of the group. We're not certain if it came from elements within the village or from outside of it. It's an arcane ritual. Possibly a summoning one, and I'd rather not find out just what they're trying to draw up." She shudders. It could be an Eikon after all. "Mister Blurr, can you cut off the escape route for our enemies?" She offers a map of the village. Blurr could either cut off the way back up into the mountains from the northern area of the village, or deeper into the valley to the east! Luckily, the west is blocked by a large lake. "Ma'am, you're with Mister Blurr. Does everyone understand? Miss Deelel, with me then." With that, the ninja makes a 'go' signal and starts to wind her way around to the lake-side area to make her entrance. It's a slightly longer trek as she keeps to the shadows, keeping near the Program. There's no guards for the pair to deal with immediately. Their path /does/ bring them near to the alehouse, where two bandits armed with simple laser swords are staggering about. Yari sticks to an alleyway for now. Team One's obstacles would include a somewhat well done sandbag emplacement at the entrance of the village. There's a heavy laser gun operated by one man, and four more laser carbine-toting bandits keeping watch. Regardless of which path Blurr picks as Team Two, there's far lighter guards: the north comprised of three laser-sword guards, while the east has another single heavy lasergun emplacement, but it's just one man. 

:'''{{#var:855|Tatsuto Satou (855)}} has posed:'''     Tatsuto nods his head to Yari. "...Alright." He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a cell phone - a modern-ish looking smart phone, obviously from some manner of Earth analogue. He swipes his thumb across the screen without looking, before standing up and just starting to walk towards the village. Hey, he's a distraction, right? No need to be subtle about his approach.     Plotmon glances at Dorian curiously for a moment, before trotting off at Tatsuto's heels. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel takes a moment at the mention of a cult. "Humm it's possible they may be subject to some form of control. Though I'm not a hundred percent certain on that but if there is, I may have a way to deal with it...maybe." She really did wish that thing was binary, one or zero, yes or no. That wasn't the case in user space and it never would be, the Dreaded /two/, aka maybe. Was totally a thing here. She'll make sure to fall in with Yari now folling after the Ninja with little trouble it was curious she seemed to have some first hand experiance with stealth as she kept up with the ninja, She also had a helmet, formless form out of thin air about her head, as she moved in. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:''' Dorian nods to Yari, and then looks to Tatsuo. "Well then, young sir, shall we?" he inquires, indicating that Tatsuo should lead the way. "What sort of distraction can you make?" He can follow suit once he knows what's going on. But when Tatsuo just sort of... ambles towards the village, Dorian shakes his head. "...Though, you may have something there..." Dorian muses. While he's musing to himself, he notices the strange... creature... looking at him. He looks at the creature, blinks. Well, it did follow Tatsuo. A pet perhaps? If it's not following Tatsuo, Dorian will note, "Here, here" to the Plotmon. He figures it's like a... very strange mabari. It DOES look a little like a dog, after all. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:'''     "Ma'am?" Reina asks, looking a bit incredulous with a raised eyebrow, before realizing who this ninja is talking to. "Look, just call me Reina, OK?"     She then listens to the team assignments and she nods a little, before looking to Blurr. "Looks like it's me and thee. You want to take point or shall I? Either's fine with me, I just want your input!" She smiles a little. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     "Right then." Blurr examines the exit paths he and Reina have been assigned. "I'll cover the east, and you cover the north?" he suggests to Kinney, figuring that he'd be better equipped to handle the turret. "If you need me I can be over in a flash, of course." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' ~Stealth Team~ Yari gives a nod to Deel. "Use whatever methods you have." It /is/a consideration, but the ninja's biggest concern is the hostages. Still, at least the Program keeps up, and they both have a lovely vantage point of the drunkard men that stumble out of the alehouse. It's three of them. Yari makes a handseal, and two of the men pause. Lecherous grins form on their faces as they put their arms around...air!? They quickly walk off towards another alleyway, leaving their compatriot gawking. Yari then signals her partner. The remaining man is drawing his laser-sword cautiously. ~Team One~ Dorian and Tatsuto hardly go unnoticed as they just saunter right in. The men with carbines raise their weapons, and that massive laser gun points right at the trio! "Oi, nutters! This 'ere's property of Grand Wizard Omu! Git goin' or we turn ya to ashes!" Comes one of the guards. Already, that laser gun is whirring up. ~Team Two~ Just before they're off? Yari salutes. "It'll be a pleasure, then, Miss Reina." Team Two has two obstacles! The three laser-sword wielding guards having a smoke at the northern end of the village, and the single sandbagged laser-gun emplacement to the east! All of the men are ready, however, and almost as soon as either Elites make their presence known? Weapons are readied and shouts to halt are made! There's no people being led away from the center house yet though! 

:'''{{#var:855|Tatsuto Satou (855)}} has posed:'''     "Pretty simple, Mister Pavus," Tatsuto murmurs as he finally registers that the magus asked him a question. "Pick a fight." He stands still as the guards spot him, and he grins a bit. "...Huh. Does that count as a threat?" He pulls a small device from his pocket. It looks for all the world to be one of those... virtual pet things that were popular in the late 90s. He glances at the screen. "Huh. Yep, counts as a threat." Beep.      EVOLUTION_     Reina and Blurr may notice odd symbols start to 'leak' out of their digital equipment. At first it's just a trickle of a few sigils, but it soon turns into a flood. A similar flood of symbols is erupting from the phone held in Tatsuto's left hand, as the Digivice in his right hand starts to glow brightly.     Plotmon closes her eyes, as those sigils begin to collect around her body. The sky darkens slightly, lightning flashing across the sky, along with the electronic equipment of the bandits - at least, anything not hardened against EMP - starts to 'fizzle'.     The sigils surrounding Plotmon form into the shape of an egg. "Plotmon shinka!" She's completely concealed from view for a moment, before the egg shatters, scattering bits of DigiCode all over the place. "TAILMON!"     The odd weather dissipates almost as abruptly as it started, and everything seems to be in perfect working order again. Tatsuto is grinning, the smug bastard.     https://soundcloud.com/miki-lee-1/digimon-tamers-evolution 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:''' Dorian smirks at Tatsuo's statement. "I think I can help you with that," he says, in a devious tone. He almost does sound like one of those evil magisters he tries to be sometimes. And there at the threat? That smirk returns. "Turn '''us''' to ash?" He smiles. "Look to your own predicament," he warns. That's when Plotmon digivolves. That should distract them enough, hopefully. In the meantime, Dorian is going to resist the urge to stare at this weird creature's sudden evoution and instead he's going to bring his hands together, arms out, as if clapping. This action aims a lightning bolt at the whirring laser. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel says "Understood." There's not anotehr thing said by the basic as she moves after the Ninja. She's quite and stealth for most intents. She also thankfully has no real sent and smells like whatever enviorment she's in as she moves along with her. She watches as Yari does her thing and they are left gawking, she lowers her hand and the duel disc appears out of nowhere in her hand, Deelel is ready. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:'''     Snapping her fingers, Reina gives a nod to Blurr. "Got it," She says as her sword materializes in her right hand. "I should be OK, but if I need you, I'll give a holler... literally of course." She smirks a little at that before turning to face the three guards. "Look at this, the Three Falzing Stooges! Looks like the curtain's coming down on your act boys!" 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     Blurr heads for the path where the turret is, sizing it up and attempting to figure out how hard that thing can hit. He's not too concerned about the single human. Or at least what appears to be a human. But maybe he -should-. Yeah, overconfidence tends to be a problem with him more often than not. Once he gets in range, he starts to aim a blast of his own in its direction, to see if he can take it out. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' ~Team One~ Tatsuto proves a very, very distracting person. Or, more accurately, the symbols that flow from his little device and into plotmon! The sky grows dark, lightning flashes, and...well, they don't have much tech aside from the guns, and those are pretty hardened. But the weather is distracting indeed. ...And then plotmon is gone! The men are all staring, mouths agape at the little show. Then they look from kid, to the mage. "Kill 'em both!" Lightning lashes out, and hits the man using the gun right in the chest after arcing along the gun! It still stays powered up though, a rather tough piece of tech! Four more guards left! Another one grabs the end of the gun, and the massive thing starts spitting fist-sized bursts of lasers at Tatsuto and Dorian! Of course, this draws off many of the remaining guards who hear the shots. The tavern starts to empty out, and several of the men from the center building swarm out too. A good eight guards are headed towards Dorian and Tatsuto, with even more on the way! Many look fairly drunk or sleepy, though. ~Stealth Team~ Yari waits until the rush clears out, and she appraoches the last remaining guard barring their way to the center building. She leaps upon him, but his alertness helps, and so it's an epic struggle between the two. A knife flashes, the man gets it in the stomach, but he kicks at the ninja and forces her to the ground! His back is at Deelel's front though! She'll need to act fast! That horrible feeling of dark magic only increases. Chanting grows from the building in the center of the village, a wave of nausea radiating from it to those sensitive to magic! ~~Team Two~~ As Reina taunts the guards, they spit at the woman! "Awww come off it! You're just one tart, it's three of us!" The leader charges forward, aiming for a strike to Reina's chest! The other goon rushes in from the side, trying to cut at her legs! The last one waits, getting behind her, trying to cut off any chance of escape for the woman! Blurr's blast comes from the dark, and hits the thing in the barrel! It bends it, and the idiot fires anyway! There's an awful sound of building energy, and it explodes. There's not much left of guard or gun after the bomb-like explosion. Unfortunately, it draws some of the guards that have streamed out from the building in the center! Two laser-sword wielding thugs rush at Blurr aiming to slice him to bits, as two more men with laser guns fire at his sides! 

:'''{{#var:855|Tatsuto Satou (855)}} has posed:'''     "Aaaand now I need to hide," Tatsuto says nervously before retreating behind Dorian. He knows that if he gets hit he's a goner!     The tiny little cat - she's barely taller than she was as Plotmon, and that's mainly because she's standing on her hind legs instead of all fours! - backflips up into the air. "Pavus! Dodge or get ready to catch me!" she calls out, as the arc of her jump leads her right into the path of one of those laser blasts. The force of it throws her back, but, should Dorian stand his ground, Tailmon lands right on his shoulder, before leaping back into the air to PUNCH A LASER OUT OF THE WAY WHAT THE HELL.     As soon as she lands on the ground again, her form is a blur of speed as she races towards one of the guards. "NEKO..." she shouts out, leaping into the air with her right, gloved forepaw surrounded by a corona of white light. "PUNCH!" Her paw moves almost too fast to see as it slams right into the guard's laser and chest... with the force of a speeding car. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel has a blunt weapon, lets face it, keyblades are more blunt objects of the heart than knives or swords. So she's going to just try to knock the guy out cold to hopefully get past him. She's fast and she's far stronger than a human woman of her build might seem to be. She also feels the darkness, and her blade is reacting to it, there's something clearly abd going on here and it's not happy about it. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:''' Lasers start coming in, and Dorian aims a hand forward, and then sweeps it in front of him. This should, hopefully, catch Tatsuo and Tailmon in the effect radius. Why? Because a blue light suddenly creates a barrier around whoever it happens to be able to affect. It won't last very long, but for that few moments, it might be twice as hard to actually cause damage to whomever happened to be in the effect radius of the spell. "Right," he answers to the call from Tailmon. Not to worry, Dorian can see the arc of her flight through the air. And he'll place himself right where he needs to be in order to assist the Tailmon with that punching of lasers! "Impressive," he notes. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     Boom, the turret and the single guard go up with one shot. "Well, that takes care of that." Blurr remarks to himself with an air of satisfaction. And then a bunch more of them come pouring out of the village. Good! That means fewer of them for the others to deal with, right? Instead of trying to dodge any of the attacks, he just transforms, his body folding downward into a sleek blue vehicle. Maybe it'll confound them. Anything to stall and distract. At any rate he starts driving in circles around them at hundreds of miles per hour. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:'''     "Watch who you call a tart!" Reina yells as she twists to the side and dodges the first guard, swinging her sword at him in a horizontal motion. The second one who hits at her back will find that her shield absorbs the impact, although it does stun her a little. "Dammit," She curses as she spins around to try to take the next guard down with an elbow strike. The third one will be dealt with in a moment. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' ~Team One~ SUDDENLY CATTE! A cat that's tossed around by lasers, and /punches one out of the way of Tatsuto/! That alone has the group of gathering men hesitating. Which proves horrible for the guards, as tailmon rushes in with a light-powered punch that sends laser, guard, and gun straight into his compatriots. It's a lot like watching bowling, except that the gun goes off and scythes down three guards. Two others are utterly unconscious. More lasers pour in, but Dorian's spell has most of them plinking off! Often right back into the crowd. Many of the men are now panicking, firing into their fellows. They're not well disciplined. Yari would likely be sighing about fire control if she could see. ~Team Two~ Lasers and swords mean very little, as Blurr transforms! It creates a tiny tornado of laser-lights, and eventually? The guards that have already been assaulting blurr just go down through sheer speed and dizziness. Complete with swirly-eyes. The first man tries to block Reina's strike, but only ends up getting part of the blade up in time! It cuts the power, and he goes down, chest sliced up! That shield holds, and yet, the man at her back raises his blade and starts to strike again and again rather brutally against that shield! The last man eats an elbow to the face, jaw cracking, and goes down. Another guard shows up, shooting lasers at Reina! ~Stealth Team~ Clonk! Down goes the man, and Yari sighs in relief. After yanking out her knife, she nods. "Thanks." She offers, before leading on! Thanks to the others, they manage to get inside! There's no guards, but inside, three of the hostages are tied up in the center. A group of four robe-clad mages, one with a massive deer-ankler'd mask on, surround the three hostages with an arcane circle around them. Yari steps in, ducking behind an uprighted table. There's several in the darkened room, with many hostages tied up in a corner of the room. The ninja whispers to Deelel! "Use those techniques of yours to stop that ritual. I'll start freeing the hostages." She crawls over, body all but shimmying along the ground to the group, a kunai cutting rope as she shhhh's them. A burst of magic, and ethereal arms begin to rise up from the circle! Deelel will have to get to work! 

:'''{{#var:855|Tatsuto Satou (855)}} has posed:'''     Tatsuto continues to cower behind the mage. God, that's so pathetic.     Tailmon lands on both feet, raising her 'hands' high as she sticks the landing. Then she stares for a few moments. "That was... more effective than I intended." She actually pauses for a few moments, before shrugging and kicking a guard in the shin. "NEKO KICK!" And before that guard even hits the floor, she leaps up and bowls into another, bringing her tail up to slap him in the face. "Cat Tail~!" she calls. Is that a real attack?     Then she headbutts him just to be sure. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:'''     Two down and two more to go. The more Reina's shield's hit, the more it annoys her. Namely since it's starting to wear out, and if her shield is drained, she'll be more vulnerable to attack. Snapping her fingers several times, Reina's sword disappears, and in its place are a pair of energy projectile shooting pistols, one in each hand. "Get away from me!" She yells as she fires her pistols, one at the remaining melee attacker with the other at the shooting guard. All the while she's pulling back, trying to find cover. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:''' That plinking effect isn't going to last long. And so, while Tailmon sets up for her attack, Dorian pauses, to time it exactly right. And once she's out of the way? Dorian brings the boom. Quite literally, in the form of a fiery rune that glows on the ground underneath the feet of as many of the soldiers as he can possibly aim it under. And then he 'fixes' it in place and his hand raises up into the air. Right when he does, the rune explodes underfoot, if they haven't managed to get out of the way. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel :is fairly quick she nods to Yari as she movces on ahead noticn the hostages and the ritual that's going on here. She narrows her eyes a bit and the keyblade is made reasdy. She says nothing but nods and moves, with inhuman speed. The Basic woman is agile and fast, she had to be, she wasn't /made/ for pure combat after all. Still she's got an ide ashe brings down her blade, things of darkness would have no issue sensing her or the blade, after all they are /drawn/ to it ofren like a moth to flame. "I see you have gone viral, user." Deelel doens't say another thing as shr throws the keyblade at the mage that seems to be doing the ritual and then lets lose a burt of wind magic to keep people off their feet. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     Blurr stops the whirlwind as soon as the bandits have become incapacitated. Hah, those humans were no match for him! He keeps an optic on the path from the village, in case any more of them come out after him. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' ~Team One~ Tatsuto's digimon is a wrecking ball! Guards go down as the small digimon ping-pongs between them with kicks, headbutts, and tail-slaps! Eventually, there's a small crowd of guards all fallen in a heap! Dorian's fire-power proves literal, adding to Tatsuto's friend's power! Those guards who aren't already down go flying into the air in burning heaps thanks to those runes, or otherwise just knocked unconscious due to the explosive shockwave! A few guards are left...who quickly begin to run away! ~Team Two~ Reina fires just in time! Both men start to attack again, but she draws those weapons, and her guns take their heads off! There's a convenient beginnings of a sandbag emplacement for the woman, as the final guard that runs up takes up his laser-gun! Will he shoot her down!? Blurr remains untouched, at least for now! ~Stealth Team~ Deelel's attack proves fruitful. Her thrown-darkness-devouring keyblade proves pivotol! It slams into the head-mage, knocking him away and utterly unconscious. Those rising hands pause, trembling, all but three! The remaining mages are quickly ripped into the ritual as stray kunai cut the hostages free from Yari! They run away with the growing crowd of hostages that Yari is freeing and all but shoving out! Stealth is utterly lost as she tries to get everyone away towards the lake! Much of the magic gets sucked in by Deelel's keyblade, but enough summoning magic left from the death of those casters causes a spirit to manifest! Rushing out and destroying the building's roof, the writhing form of a snake-like, puss-dripping demon-serpent lingers in the sky from the ritual! It oozes disease and hate, but it's hold on the world is tenuous at best! The remaining guards utterly flee before it, even the bandits abandoning the village alongside the hostages. Eyes wide, Yari flicks explosive kunai that cause the disease-spitting, hissing serpent-demon in the sky to hiss to writhe even as she calls out into the radio! "Kill that disgusting Eikon!" She broadcasts! One last target as the hostages flee! 

:'''{{#var:855|Tatsuto Satou (855)}} has posed:'''     Tailmon isn't sure whether to feel guilty or just revel in the curbstomping. She's never actually fought humans before, so she's not quite sure how to feel about it!     But then a demon-serpent rises out from the central building. WELL THEN.     The cat Digimon removes one glove, then the other, tossing them aside to reveal her more slender, white paws. She plucks the ring off of her tail, holding it between both paws as she brings them up to her chest, palms together, almost as though she's praying.     ...Wait, judging from her murmuring lips, she IS praying.     A glowing yellow aura surrounds her paws, as glowing DigiLetters begin to circle it like a halo.     DE JI TA RU - MO N SU TA     "Cat..." she murmurs, as she brings her hands to her side. "LASER!" she shouts, thrusting both paws forward and shooting out a yellow beam of holy energy, right towards the demon-snake-thing! 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:''' The guards are running away... and it seems like there's a bigger problem! A big, writhing, disease-spewing serpent. "...Venhedis," Dorian swears under his breath and he heads towards where the serpent is. The word translates out of Tevene to an angry and not-nice word. "Why is the evil thing always a serpent?" Not that he's afraid of serpents, no. In fact he's got three of them carved into the end of the staff he uses. Actually they're dragons, but they're serpentine dragons. He '''likes''' serpents. He's concerned about the bad name they're getting. But. Anyway. While the others being to unload all their ordinance on the evil snakey thing, Dorian concentrates his focus on the area underneath the serpent. Again he raises a hand, and from his hand a bolt of lightning fires. But it's not to hit the serpent directly, no. The bolt strikes the air above the serpent, and then Dorian pulls his hand down, forcibly separating his hand from the bolt. That won't actually hit the serpent, no. But what it WILL do is create a distinct area. As long as the serpent doesn't move from that area, it won't affect the thing. But should the thing try to escape the visible perimeter of lightning underneath it, that ring of electricity will zap it continuously. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:'''     The last guard is taken out with a couple more shots, then the demon appears and Reina scowls. "Oh great, a big bad! I'm gonna have to use my big weapons on this thing!" She snaps her fingers again, and this time her rifle materializes. "Time to take out the trash!" She yells as she fires off a few energy rounds. 

:'''{{#var:492|Blurr (492)}} has posed:'''     A giant, dripping snake thing is suddenly writhing in the sky! It's disgusting-looking. Blurr makes a face. "I'm guessing that's not a friendly thing." Must've been whatever those bandits were doing in there! Creating this monstrosity. No idea why, but that's irrelevant at the moment. His own photon cannons emerge from subspace, quickly firing a salvo of lasers at the creature! 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel has given up on ll at that point she sees they are down and now she's got to worry about the thing in the sky, the keyblade vanishes form her hand. The disc on her back is removed and powere dup. She watches people fleeing while she looks at the horrible thing above and now leaps into the air launching her disc at it and summoning her keyblade. A second later, she throws the keyblade at it like a boomerang. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' That digi-cat is more than a simple cat. She is a HOLY CAT! She prays, and charges up her holy lasers, lashing out towards the unholy thing! Disease-drippings evaporate, and a third of its tail is cut right off, horrible demon-blood raining down upon the center building. Someone will need to come through here with prayers and a lot of fire later. Dorian's work proves very useful, as lightning magic bursts forth and cages the creature neatly! Much of its blood is even contained, helpfully ensuring the majority of the village won't be tainted by the beast. It writhes, lashes out with its limbs, and howls in pure agony by the containing magical power of the mage! Yet, already, that cage is cracking! The warriors gathered need to put it down! Just as that lightning cage cracks, in comes Blurr's plasma lasers! The salvo crashes along the creature, causing it to scream and cough, its tail (or at least what is left of it!) lashes down! Yari leaps back from the house-sized crater it forms, debris slashing at herself and her fellow compatriots! She ignores the bleeding and pain, teeth gritting, barely avoiding her wounds being infected! That keyblade goes zooming towards the creature, smashing it right in the head! It's hold on reality fizzles, far too much combined damage assaulting it as lasers, lightning, and kunai pepper its form! But the creature sucks in a breath, horrible noxious fumes venting from nostrils! It prepares to unleash a flood of toxic sludge out from its mouth as a parting gift to the heroes! And then, Reina Kinney levels her weapon and takes a smooth shot. Blap! Blap! Blap! Three solid rounds, two through the eyes, and the last through the forehead of the snake. There's a horrific gagging sound as all of that world-killing bile is redigested and attacks the demon, its flesh already dissolving before it finally sinks back into its home plane of reality. The middle building is left a dissolved, burning, nearly rotting husk from all of that blood and weapons fire. Not helped by Yari, the exhausted ninja 'helpfully' burning away the few scraps of demon-flesh with fire ninjutsu. "Die, Eikon!" Someone might have an unholy magical creature obsession. By now? Bandits are gone or otherwise giving themselves up. The hostages are saved. And the head cultist is cowering, ready to be taken alive by concerned parties that aren't committing arson. 

:'''{{#var:855|Tatsuto Satou (855)}} has posed:'''     Tailmon drops back into a defensive stance after snapping off that holy laserbeam of justice (and possibly of Kindness). She's panting heavily, cheeks reddened with the effort. That is not a technique she uses very often, for a very good reason.     A reason which becomes obvious the moment she faceplants into the dirt and Tatsuto scrambles to make sure she's okay. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:''' The serpent beast dies, its blood doesn't taint very much and cultists are surrendering rather than force the assembled Elites to fire them in a literal way. This is good. Dorian sighs. And then suddenly Tailmon's faceplanting and Tatsuo's moving to her aid. "Is... your friend all right?" he asks. He's not sure of the gender, and he doesn't know what she is, so he can't call her by species name either! 

:'''{{#var:855|Tatsuto Satou (855)}} has posed:'''     Tailmon's body fragments into specks of colour for a moment, before compressing into the slightly-smaller form of Plotmon. Who's out like a light. "She, uh. She's gonna be fine. I've never seen her use that attack before... Probably took a lot out of her?" He seems rather troubled. 

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3619/Guns Staves and Knives

2016-01-07T16:44:24Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' There's never a shortage of gangs in Slum Urbania, ranging from people in tough situations just trying to carve out a safe life, to those with more malicious intent. Recently, a group has been gaining power and notoriety: The Black Razors, a brutal gang known for strange blood rituals and pretensions to demon summoning. Worst still, they've been kidnapping residents of the better parts of Urbania for their deadly rituals. When a confederate-aligned businessman turned up dead at their hand, Ensign Takane went to work. She's been using local contacts to track down the gang's turf, and working her way up the food chain. There's been four deaths in the gang, and they're scared. Violent rituals have only increased with the serial killings. Today, Yari's found one of the hideouts of their lieutenants. She snuck in, killed the guards, and then it's time for an interrogation. The hideout is a small two-story building that looks like it will fall apart in the next year or so, likely a former residence laid to ruin. Yari and the robed, heavily-muscled lieutenant are in what passes for the bedroom, his two personal guards with kunai stuck in the back of their heads. The kimono-clad ninja has the man tied up, her hand on his throat as she forces him to look her in the eyes. Magic abounds as she works illusion on the man, her tail poking at his limbs. He screams every time. "Tell me where your boss is, and the pain stops." Yari herself might be stealthy, but this is quickly turning into a loud interrogation. 

:'''{{#var:879|Yalai the Stave (879)}} has posed:''' High above the smoke and dust and noise of the city, the shadow of broad wings fall over its buildings. Few ever look up in such a place, so no one observes the great dark wings that wheel lazily over slum's maze of alleys and by-ways. Neither do they see another dark figure, loping easily through its streets. A flash of metallic silver; a snatch of stark white -- contrasts and flickers through the shadows of the alleys. She had not been sent here for a mission, but she had come here out of curiosity, and for having been blown so far off her course. What she had found disgusted her. Screams had led her further down dark alleys, easily avoiding the notice of the area's anxious and scared residents, and slipping past the notice of those armed. From there it had been a quick hop and jaunt up the crumbling wall, scaling it as easily as the trunk of any tree. She stops below the threshold of the window. Listens. More screams. A voice demanding information. She hesitates a moment. Counts her knives. Listens harder. Just those two left. Any others in there are dead or have run for help. Help arrives. Maybe. It depends on for whom. A flicker of black cloak and silver thread; no noise. Yari's back is to the window as the Sheikah vaults easily up and over the sill, into the shadows of a corner, settling beneath her cloak, cloaked then by the shadows of the room. Yalai, the Stave, narrows her eyes and listens; a silent observer, compelled by curiosity. She will wait, then, before taking any action; she is not so naive as to stop this interrogation on general principle, having seen the environs for herself. So she will do what any Sheikah worth their salt would do. She waits, and she listens very carefully. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yalai won't have to wait long to get some juicy information. The pair go back and forth, demands exchanged, the other figure being spat on several times. Eventually, the man breaks, sobbing and mumbling as he speaks up. "Nnn...Okay! J...just no more! Please, no more spikes!" Yari leans in, eyes narrowed. "The location of your leader. Now." She all but whispers. "The abandoned factory! Big building, just a few blocks north! Can't miss it! Name's Lolo the Crimson! Big guy, red hair, wears red robes!" There's a pause, and the ninja taps on something. After a quick inspection of a map, she pulls up the area in question on her magitek device. "It looks like you weren't lying. I'll make it quick." Another scream, a slicing sound, and then silence after flesh and bedding is cut through. There's the sound of a door opening and a man shouting. A small firearm goes off, followed by a shotgun blast. A body hits the floor. More sounds of intruders running up the stairs. Even /if/ Yalai had been noticed by the ninja, she'd have no time to sneak out. A shadow flickers to the window and leaps out, Yari's tail trailing behind her as she lands on the nearby wall. A kick off the side, and she hits the edge of the roof of the adjacent building, a single hand hefting her over the edge. She's quick as she keeps to shadows, starting to leap from roof to roof to the north. But there's no indication that she's picked up a tail, and from her vantage point, it'd be easy to spy and keep up with the lizard-ninja once she's been spotted or even do something to try to bring the other stealth-specialist to a stand-still. 

:'''{{#var:879|Yalai the Stave (879)}} has posed:''' Eyes the colour of blood narrow behind the shadows, as the Sheikah considers this name, flicking through every scrap of information she's had from her allies. Nothing of it is familiar to her. Indeed, it's doubtful that it would be. These are obviously criminals of some stripe, and therefore she is disinclined to offer them much in the way of assistance. Instinctively, she ducks further into the shadows at the sound of the gunshot, setting her jaw at the roar of the report. Yari throws herself out the window, and with a hasty glance at the intruders, the Sheikah does the same. But she does not follow the Au Ra. At least, not yet. Yalai hurls herself across the gulf between the roof she's on and the next, fingers clawing as she seizes the edge and hauls herself up, lithe form flexing in ways no human ever could. It's not easy to keep up with the Au Ra, but it's not beyond the Sheikah's abilities. A single lithe movement brings her quarterstaff down from the holster over her shoulder, and using the solid stave, Yalai vaults herself from one roof to the next one; leaping and pushing herself off from the ground to keep stride. Yari is not running alone. Something long and unforgivingly hard lashes out from behind, seeking to tangle one of the Au Ra's leg and tail; a /whoosh/ of displaced air, the snap of a cloak, and the faint scent of cinnamon. A second blow is aimed, less probing, this time attempting to hook and hurl Yari Takane to the dark and dirty streets below. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari is about to have a bad day. The shadow that is the Sheikah appears from behind the lizard, the smell of cinnamon, a snap of cloak, and the smallest sound of something being swung her way alerts her at the very last possible minute. That tail tucks between her legs, but those limbs themselves don't get out of the way in time. An ankle is hit with a loud crack, definitely at least a horrible bruise if not a fracture. There's a hiss of pain, and she tumbles, throwing her single hand forward to stop her neck from snapping thanks to the sudden trip. Flipping over like a lizard-ball, up comes that stave again, a kunai from within her clothes clashing with metal as well as her body as Yalai gets to play croquet with the ninjesse. Off the rooftop, and down to the dirty streets below. Ignoring the pain in her ankle and head, she uncurls, weapon in hand. She lands a bit hard, rolling backwards and skidding back a few feet before coming to a rest. It's a dead end, her back is to the wall, and the only cover is an old barrel and a dumpster. The kunai is flicked to her tail as the wide-eyed ninja seeks out her mysterious opponent, desperately waiting for a moment to escape. Her hand lowers, palming both another knife with a tiny cloth ball attached to the end, as well as a smoke bomb beneath the cover of her long sleeves. 

:'''{{#var:879|Yalai the Stave (879)}} has posed:''' No sooner is the Au Ra struck than she tumbles from the rooftop like a circus performer, but trained reflexes bring her to land hard and be ready to strike, weapons bristling. The Sheikah's blood-red eyes watch every move, even as she swings herself down and uses a handy gutter drain to shimmy down, quarterstaff clutched in one hand, knives bristling from the bandolier over her chest. One gleams between her fingers, ready to be thrown even as she's climbing down. Several knives are flicked in Yari's direction in rapid succession. Honed steel hisses. Several bury themselves in the crumbling brick wall behind Yari. Hilts quiver like plucked lyre-strings. No words as the Sheikah lets herself fall the last few feet, landing in a three-point crouch, straightening; all black cloak and silver thread and white hair. The quarterstaff whirls; dusky wood with bright runes carved into it, planed not-quite-straight. It whistles. "As I am being reasonably certain that you are being up to no good, it is therefore being reasonably certain that it will be worth my while to be stopping you, yes?" Her head cocks very slightly to one side, bird-like, and the faintest hint of a smile flicks across the corner of her mouth. It's not a warm expression. Tension. A creature coiling, gathering itself, before it leaps. "Who was he being?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's own eyes take in her sudden opponent's. A bandolier thick with knives. Swift, silent, and very good with that staff of hers. Taller than the ninja, better reach with her weapons. Likely older and possibly more experienced. The ninja's attention is firmly on that woman, so ready to strike. Thankfully, Yari's on the ball now, and as those knives come for her, she flexes low, chin nearly touching the ground. One or two of the knives still scrape along her flesh, tearing out rents in her sides and the sleeves of her kimono. One of the knives clank off of more metal. The au ra has taken a knee, and quickly checks herself. Pulse normal, eyes work, no deadening of limbs. The knives likely aren't poisoned. That's a relief. "That depends on what you consider 'no good'. I've just been cleaning up some trash that no one else seems to want to deal with. But if you have objections to my methods, well, do what you think is right, Ma'am." At least this killer is polite. Up until the point that she chucks first a smokebomb right at Yalai's feet, swiftly followed by a kunai. It's not really aimed for her, but the ground where Yari thinks she might leap to. The ball on the end of it ignites, and fumes spread out into the already thick smoke. It's a poison, when inhailed it attempts to effect the brain with feelings of dizziness and numbing of the limbs. Not lethal in the amount she's using. She'll need the edge to try to get away, given her hurt ankle. She leaps up to one of the knives embedded in the wall with her non-smacked ankle, trying to leap back up off of the hilt to the rooftops. Nor does Yari forget Yalai this time, weaving a few handseals to prepare a bolt of lightning should she emerge from that smokey alleyway! 

:'''{{#var:879|Yalai the Stave (879)}} has posed:''' Blood-red eyes flick immediately to the sensation of movement as Yari drops to avoid the knife. This one seems to have no trouble tracking Yari through the shadows, and must see well in darkness or in poor light. At least, she moves as though one confident, and well enough to suggest she has no problems finding her way. Neither does she seem to miss how the Au Ra takes a knee, checking herself in the span of a breath for poison. "They are not being poisoned." Yalai shows that grin again, a swift baring of teeth. "If I were wanting you dead, I would not be needing the help of poison, though my people are being experts of such, yes?" In particular, part of her wishes she had brought some. This one is quick, as quick as she, and may prove dangerous even with an injury. Yalai fingers one of her own knives, not at all shaped like a kunai. They're slim and slender, almost like needles, each forged from a single piece of steel. A single small hole is present in the butt end of each, although they don't seem to have much of a pommel to speak of. The blade gleams as dim light catches it; Yalai looks thoughtful, narrowing her eyes. Apparently she had not been expecting that answer. Before she can mull it over any further, she's forced into motion once again. The throwing knive is neatly avoided, but the poison is not; already the fumes are further than she can leap, and Yalai is forced to inhale some of the noxious brew, gagging. She stumbles but finds her balance again, only to stagger sideways into a wall, still clutching quarterstaff and knife in whitened knuckles. Coughing and rasping, she throws herself into pursuit, ripping the knife from the wall no sooner than the Au Ra's feet spring from it. Yalai then throws herself up the wall, fingers and feet finding the chinks in the crumbling brickwork and ascending straight up. The roofs are her path, as surely as the streets are for any other; and swifter, too. Not to mention more likely to avoid notice. By the time the Sheikah hauls herself up to the roof, she's still coughing and bleary-eyed, but she seems to have fought off most of the numbness. Either that, or she's possessed of incredible strength of will and self-control; she casts about for a moment, before reaching up to stick fingers to mouth, shrilling a single high note. Something screams from the skies; a shadow falls over the alley and the building to either side of it. Great wings beat, stirring up smoke and dust and worse things, and Yalai climbs abord a remarkably large, stork-like bird in charcoal colours. It bears no saddle but a simple harness around its neck, which Yalai grips, and settles her knees around its sides, just before the wings. The bird surges skyward with another cry, stirring more filth with its wings as it launches from the building. Some stare, but most seem not to care. Perhaps they recognise this strange figure as an Elite, or perhaps they simply don't want to borrow any trouble. Yalai's Loftwing spears ahead like an arrow fired from a bow, straight and true, gaining on the Au Ra. "You were not answering my question!" Yalai calls, fighting wind and the lingering effects of the poison. "/Who was he being/?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's eyes narrow, and then she gives the slightest of smirks. "It's your loss if you didn't come prepared. Save your boasting for if you get me on the ground." She fires back, almost in challenge to the other woman. It's not much, but as the Sheikah stumbles and then climbs her way up, the ninja's gained ground. She's already three rooftops away in a flat run...or at least as much of one as she can manage. She /really/ needs to get some kind of ankle guards. Unfortunately for Yari, the woman has a bloody bird. And a big one. Fast she might be, there's advantages to an uninjured bird swooping down that an injured, land-bound person just can't replicate. "Like I said before, scum! If you want to know more, then force it out of me. I don't give up information to staff-wielding women. I'm not any more trustworthy!" At least the ninja can be self-aware. Given the woman's on a bird, though, the ninja decides to do something about it. Leaping one more slightly taller building, she winds her way up a decrepit water tower to land on the top. Turning around, she stops, weaving handseals and seeming to wait bird and rider's approach! She breathes in, and then /out/, a magical torrent of wind bursting from her mouth as she tries to blow the bird back with cutting winds and hopefully demount her assailant! 

:'''{{#var:879|Yalai the Stave (879)}} has posed:''' "I am not favouring poison," the Sheikah scoffs, from the harness, shouting to be heard over the wind. "It is being a crutch, for those who are having no faith in their own skills, yes? If I were wanting you dead, I would be relying on my own skills to be doing it! And if I am getting you on the ground, they will be more than sufficient, I am thinking!" Three rooftops away mean nothing to wings that broad. With two strokes, the Loftwing closes the distance, but does not attempt to overtake. Instead, Yalai holds her steed back, brazenly leaning over one side to hear and be heard. She listens to the defiant retort, sighing and shrugging. "Do not be saying that I was not warning you," she sniffs. She has time enough to wheel around and note Yari scaling a water tower -- what /is/ that? -- before the wind comes. The bird is blasted back with a squawk, and for a moment it's all Yalai can do to seize the harness in both hands, hurled from the Loftwing's back and forced to dangle a few tense seconds. Although the bird thrashes its wings and tries to gain altitude, eventually it glides further downward, unable to recover from its stall, and lacking the freedom of movement in the city skyline to regain that momentum. In a calculated movement, Yalai lets go of the harness. The Loftwing manages to correct itself, flapping up and away, but the Sheikah does not have wings. She does manage to aim for a conveniently large roof, though, rolling to absorb some of the shock of landing. "That can be arranged, I am thinking," she growls under her breath, whipping out a brace of throwing knives. Taking aim, she flicks them with calculated precision at Yari -- one, two, three, steel hissing. Notably, they're not lethal blows, but meant more to slow the other assassin. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "I could say the same about your bird! Without it, I would have left you behind a long time ago!" Calls back, Yari's blood easily getting up against this taunting Sheikah! Grrr. "Your boasting is annoying!" When the bird stalls, there's a vindicating bucking of its rider. Things are slightly more even now, and the ninja reaches behind her. Grabbing the hilt of her umbrella, she steps off the water tower only to kick off of its side as she races straight for Yalai in a blurr of motion! At the last second, she'll put some spin to her hips as she draws the hidden blade in one motion, trying to give a hard but shallow strike against Yalai's chest before she lands, offering a follow-up back-kick in a side-flip to try to knock her down to the alleyway below! Of course, some of the power of all of this is cut out of it. The first knife misses by a narrow margin, the second slicing along her thigh, and then the last one finding home in her bad shoulder. She lets out a hiss of pain, but continues her melee assault upon the other woman! "Nnnn! I don't have time to deal with you! Go down so I can finish cutting out the cancer in this place!" She's definitely tiring, between the fight and so much magic used to interrogate the ganger lieutenant. 

:'''{{#var:879|Yalai the Stave (879)}} has posed:''' The Sheikah abruptly wheels, trying to dissipate some of the momentum behind the blow. Instead of knocking her cleanly off the roof, Yari's kick instead manages to shove her towards the edge, where Yalai manages to catch herself by bracing against her and sliding to a halt. That's going to bruise most unpleasantly. "Your evasiveness is being annoying," Yalai counters, through her teeth. She doesn't offer any further comment, though, instead swinging low with one fist. The quick jab turns into a braced two-handed strike with the quarterstaff, a flurry of blows meant less to kill and more to disable. She's aiming for distance, but her fall must have cost her. Although she caught herself, it was still a long ways to fall; curiously, a fall that should have killed or seriously wounded an ordinary sort of person. Her motions aren't as quick and fluid as they had been before. "So sorry to be an inconvenience," Yalai snarls, throwing her weight behind a strike with the quarterstaff. "Tell me who it was, and I will be leaving you to do whatever it is you wish to be doing, yes?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari yanks out the knife with her teeth and slips it into her kimono in a gesture of 'mine!'. Yari doesn't get to retort, though. There's a fist that catches her in the chest with an 'oomph', only for the woman to raise her staff! Her blade catches the first strike, bending the thinner blade and eventually snapping off the tip to send it out of her hand. Yari manages to leap up and kick back at the staff, leg bruising but at least keeping her from outright being knocked to the ground. She has to leap back into a roll. Yari's not doing much better, both of her legs battered and hurt. Slowed significantly, she slides the rest of the blade into her umbrella and just points the thing at her opponent. "Fine, you're too persistant to fight without resorting to means I don't want to use. I'm looking for the leader of a street gang. He's been kidnapping people from the other areas of Urbania for use in arcane rituals. I am going to find him and kill them, then destroy his organization. Good enough?" She keeps a finger on the end of that umbrella-hilt, ready to fire just in case. 

:'''{{#var:879|Yalai the Stave (879)}} has posed:''' When she straightens from the follow-through, Yalai finds herself faced with an umbrella brandished at her. This draws an owlish blink from the Sheikah. She'd been prepared to drop and sweep the Au Ra's ankles out from under her again, with particular care to that wounded ankle, but this stops her in her tracks. So does hearing the requested information. She tilts her head; with her sharp features, it becomes a distinctly inhuman expression. "Is that being so? Then I will not be stopping you." Leering, she shows white teeth. "Good fortune to you. I think I will be taking my leave, then; already I have been waiting here too long." With that, the Sheikah neatly steps off the edge of the roof, seeming to fall... ...until that magnificent bird powers its way above the rooftops again. It casts one great reddish eye at the Au Ra in passing, before winging up higher, into the cloud layer, and vanishing above the smoke and smog. 

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3616/Let Him Eat (Fruit)cake

2016-01-06T20:14:32Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari is here in the hall, with a hastily thrown on kimono and hair that's still wrapped up in a towel. Even her favorite time of the day, roman baths time, can be cut short for two of her favorite Elites. The ninja has a cut of various poison making and identifying materials in her kit, as well as several bottles of water and other implements just in case poor Gawain really /does/ get hurt. There's also a camera. She wasn't kidding about wanting to see the effects. Booze and food too. The ninja-lizard is making an outing of it. "I still think this is an awful idea, Mister Gawain. Please promise us you won't die." Pause. "Err, again." Cough. Awkward. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      A mysteriously burnt box shows up at Sanary's door. What's the first thing she does? Make sure it's not going to explode, first. She's not /that/ dumb. But once it's confirmed to not explode? It's time to crack it open and see what's inside!      A cake. A really... Brown, somewhat stiff cake. Surely it couldn't be poisoned, right? Except it might be, which is why she's arriving in Dun Realtai today. She's not quite sure about letting someone outright sample the stuff, but Gawain /was/ pretty determined, so... Maybe it'll be fine.      "Worst case scenario, I can heal him up and.. I dunno. Load him up with mana or prana or whatever." The healer chuckles and claps a hand against Yari's shoulder lightly, looking like she hasn't showered yet at all today! Her hair's still a mess, but at least her clothes are clean. The cake is set on a table carefully, and she steps back to let the Servant go to town!      "And if it's not poisoned... Should be good, right?" 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' A large man stands over Sanary and Yari, eyes full of unstoppable determination, a very large cleaver in his hands. He looks over the two ladies, before raising the blade into the air. And then... Sir Gawain cuts the cake into very neat pieces, seperating them slowly. Wiping off the cleaver and putting it down on the table, the knight begins inspecting a piece of cake, his eyes scanning it for edibility, ingredient content, and poison content. "Hmm...on a glance, it looks safe to eat! Thanks for the meal!" Taking a bite of his piece, he chews, tasting all the flavors of the cake. And then, he stops dead. Silent. Is he alright? "This tastes...odd. The texture is like a brick. Hmm...it's not too bad..." Time will tell if it's poison or not, though! ...Probably not, but it sure is fruitcake. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari makes a mental note to drag Sanary off and shove her under water to fix that hair problem. That's for later though! Right now, there's possibly poisoned cake of dubious quality. The ninja peers at it as though it might suddenly sprout a mouth and try to devour them all. "I suppose that's true. Keep your eyes open." If anyone's going to poison Gawain, it'll be her, not some nutjob sending terrible poisoned cakes. At least give the man poisoned booze, seriously. Gasp! In comes a Gawain, slicing that poor, defenseless(!?) fruitcake to shreds! One piece is stolen by the ninja, and she goes to dissect it. Into her kit it goes for further testing! Yari's up as Gawain goes silent, and stops dead! "Gawain! Are you alright!?" She's recording with her hand while her tail steadies the man! Yari checks for a pulse, then breathing! "Any side effects? Burning veins? Hallucinations? Numbness of limbs? Head about to explode?" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      ... A brick?" Sanary looks from Gawain to the fruitcake, then to Yari, then back to the fruitcake. On the plus side, he did actually manage to separate it, so it couldn't be all bad. And he wasn't keeling over yet, but... Did Servants function the same way as non-Servants did regarding poisons? Picking up a piece, the healer eyes the hunk of brown, dried... Substance skeptically before turning back to Yari.      She might be on to something, actually. Turning back to Gawain, Sanary goes right up to the massive servant and looks him over carefully. Who needs personal space? Not this girl! She holds four fingers up, peering a little more closely at his face and even standing on her toes to do it.      "How many fingers am I holding up? What is your name?" She moves her hands from side to side as she says that, going aaaall the way from one side to the other and back again. 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' While Sir Gawain is not actually dead, it is hard to tell that. His eyes are almost blank as he finishes chewing, and his skin is pale and cold. He is breathing, however, quite normally, and his pulse is fine. "Nope. No! Nah. Nuh-uh. Not right now. It does feel like my soul died a bit, though! I don't know how something could have no taste, and yet, taste entirely foreign...I do not believe this is poisoned!" As Sanary waves her fingers in Gawain's face, he grins. "Four fingers, and I am Sir Gawain, of Lot and Orkney, Knight of Dun Realtai!" The knight finally finishes his piece...before passing a piece to each of the two girls, taking another one for himself. "Well...this was a gift, wasn't it? It'd be rude to not finish it, especially since it's not poisoned!" Despite his cheer, it is probably easy to tell that Sir Gawain is scared. He is very, very scared, about eating another piece of this cake. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Reeeach. Yari touches poor Gawain's forehead with some tippy-toe action after Sanary looks the man over too! Clammy, grey, and awful. She looks to Sanary. "...Are we certain it didn't turn him into a zombie?" Peer. "Are you hungering for brains, Mister Gawain? This is very important. Also I would like to state that I am not tasty nor do I make an excellent side dish." Nod nod. Then, she sighs. Gawain tests to still be Gawain. That's a relief. And then Gawain does the unthinkable. He uses /hospitality/ and friendship to foist that evil, brick of a 'cake' to them both. Yari steels herself, horror clear on her face as she peers at the thing. A deep, deep sigh. "For the honor of my Mother and Empire, even this horror isn't too much for me! Nnn!" She adds triumphantly, then stabs a kunai down! Slash cut cut slash! ...The kunai's tip breaks off. Frown. "Ganbatte." CHOMP! Chomp chomp chomp! It takes several nommings of lizard teeth to devour that slice, but she does it. And immediately, her face goes /green/. Eyes go wide. "Nn...nnn. I am uterly defeated!" THUD. Right to the ground, green and taken out by the power of fruitcake. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      ... Well. What's the worst that could happen? Besides dying in horrible constant pain, anyway. Sanary takes the piece with only a moment's hesitation, her gaze going from it to the others before she shrugs unsteadily. "If he did turn into a zombie, he'd probably be eating us right now."      Unless this really is a trick. But Yari's going for it, so Sanary's fate is sealed. It is time. NO REGRETS. "... Ah, it'll probably be fine." And she takes a bite at the same time as the ninja! It's a very slow, labored one as it takes her quite a while to even summon enough willpower to get her teeth through that substance, and yet longer just start chewing. She can feel every piece of it, too: The individual pieces of fruit, the cakey gunk in between those pieces, and the slightly shiny exterior.      She can taste the shiny. WHY. From the looks of it, Yari's taking the shiny even harder than she is.      "It's... It's not horrible, I... Guess?" She's really stretching just to even say that without putting the rest of it down. When she realizes there's still the rest of that piece left, though... She dies a little inside. And yet...      Sanary goes for a second bite. Oddly enough, that one isn't as soul-rending as the first. She squats in place to give the Au Ra a light nudge. peering at her with an oddly distant gaze rather than anything resembling worry. Did something important in her die already? "... You gonna finish that?" 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' Sir Gawain is probably not maybe a zombie. He does not seem to have an interest in brains. He does seem to have a very odd interest in fruitcake, despite also obviously dreading its existence. He takes another bite of his piece, chewing slowly, who looks over Yari. "Are you alright, Lady Takane? Would you like some more fruitcake?" Sir Gawain will probably not remember this too much tomorrow. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari can't even make lizard noises as she's being poked. No, she makes /turtle/ noises. "...No more. I can taste the colors! And they're all bland and spiceless! I think my culinarian skills committed suicide in my soul." Then, the poor ninja is out for the count, eyes all swirly and her soul attempting to not implode in on itself. She feels invaded by pure shiney and the epitome of awful. On the bright side, there will be plenty of fruitcake for Gawain and Sanary left to 'enjoy'. The ninja is clearly out of the competition. Yari barely hears Gawain at first. Then, some very, very particular words hit her brain enough to draw her out of her evil cake induced stupor. 'Would you like some more fruitcake'. Leaping up with sudden energy, she does a triple-flip, lands on the tip of one of the Great Hall's fireplace pokers, and stands tall! Kunai flash out, impaling the devil fruitcake into neat, bite-sized pieces. "....I'll have to respectfully decline Mister Gawain. I'm glad we're not all poisoned." SUDDENLY SMOKE BOMB! And then Yari is gone. To drink away the memories of that horrid, horrid baked chthulian monstrosity. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Under any other circumstances, Sanary would be pretty impressed by Yari going from a near-death state to suddenly flipping out and stabbing things all in the span of a minute. But the fruitcake...      The fruitcake. It beckons. "The colros are.. The colors are alright. Just gotta... Chew them harder." Is she even trying to make sense any more? Who knows. All Sanary knows is that she's shoving more of that fruitcake into her face. Chew, chew, chew, repeat twelve times, swallow.      And then Yari's gone. That leaves... The rest of the fruit cake for herself and Gawain, doesn't it? 

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3609/Anti-Death Therapy

2016-01-05T12:32:08Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari is finally in the Ward for her checkup. Medusa would likely have been forwarded a preliminary report: stabbed to death after activating a ninjutsu that let her create a new body from illusion. The body's even in cold storage, thanks to Ferham. And yet, in walks the ninja, looking as flesh and blood as before. She's wearing her kimono, though a lighter one given she's here for a checkup. She even knocks on the door to Medusa's Office. "Lieutanant? Are you in? Ensign Takane, reporting for examination, Ma'am!" Once Medusa opens the door? The ninja will be saluting already. 

:'''{{#var:22|Medusa Gorgon (22)}} has posed:'''     The witch is indeed in her office as she said she would be, reading over the report she was forwarded. She is leaning back in her chair, flipping through the pages as she makes sense of the words written within. How peculiar. Yet, she recognized Yari's voice well enough over the radio yesterday when she asked for the appointment. This ought to be a treat, as Medusa is always curious about cases like these.     When the knock comes on her door she briefly glances up from the report. "The door is open, dear. Enter."     When Yari enters and salutes, Medusa tosses the report onto her desk, rising from her chair and looking Yari carefully over. "I must say, it's refreshing to see that I'm not the only one who seems to like cheating death~" she muses with no small degree of amusement in her tone. With her hands in the pockets of her coat she nods in the direction of the examination bench in the corner. "Please, lie down and I'll examine you. And I must say I would like to hear about what happened from your own mouth." This is highly interesting, she must admit. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari enters, giving an embarrassed little hiss. Woops! Still, she sits down on the examination table, ready to let the medical officer get to work! Her tail tucks slightly. "Well, it wasn't intentional. I was lucky." She starts, then nods. Laying out, tail flicking off the side of the table, she awaits the doctor's work! Yari, at least judging from her last physical, seems more or less in the same physical shape: fit from active life style and a soldier's work load, though definitely in need of a good massage or two judging from how tense those muscles are. Indeed, everything points to this being a real, physical body in the exact same shape before her 'death'. Her magical aura, however, is definitely diminished and there's severe exhaustion to the ninja. Both seem to be rapidly healing, but there's a few stress lines to her that weren't there before. However she did it, it was something that was very taxing. "Well, I brought a team to the Asian Plains to try to negotiate an end of hostilities with the former students of my teacher in the arts. It was a trap, like I feared. The others handled themselves well, but they hired mercenaries and there were beasts." "I used a ninjutsu technique Sanary and I stole. It uses illusion magic to create a false world that crystalizes illusionary bodies into reality." She concentrates, and makes a handsign. With a quiet 'pop', a shadow clone appears right beside Yari. "It's like one of these clones, but more...conceptual, I guess. Here." She yanks out a scroll from within her kimono. It's all in Japanese, and goes on about a technique to turn illusion into reality, and creating false bodies. "I intended to use them as a surprise attack, but my enemies caught up to me first. Stabbed in the back. After that...it gets hazy. I think Archer shot my original body while my consciousness faded into the other three 'clones'. It seems like my soul can move between them if I die. Presumably an enemy would have to kill all of my bodies, though I can only make three in total right now." She shudders as she mentions dying though. It clearly wasn't a pleasant experience. 

:'''{{#var:22|Medusa Gorgon (22)}} has posed:'''     "Death is seldom intentional unless we deal it to others," Medusa states with a light chuckle as she walks over to the examination table and sits down on the wheeled stool there. The witch pushes herself up further next to the bench, looking Yari over as she reaches out to pull her stethoscope out of her pocket, putting it in place before she sneaks the end of between the folds of Yari's kimono, listening for a while, closing her eyes as she does so. When Yari continues talking she begins to palpate the young lady's abdomen, her fingers firm. Next she uses her stethoscope to listen to her belly.     "So," Medusa begins, reaching a hand up to snap her fingers on each side of Yari's head, clearly testing her sensory abilities, "You were stabbed by an Unionite during the truce. I heard you talk with general Hall on the radio the other day, so that's what it was about, hmmm...?" Somehow the witch appears slightly amused by this. She does glance at the shadow clone briefly, but her focus is clearly on Yari where she lies. Next Medusa pulls out a small flashlight from her pocket, using it to peer into Yari's eyes before she turns it off and moves it from side to side, up and down, all while she keeps a hand on Yari's chin. "Dying is never pleasant, trust me. Don't get used to it~"     Then suddenly the woman leans forward, her right hand moving up Yari's chest, and then Medusa presses her knuckles down against her patient's sternum. A sensation that should /not/ be very pleasant. It's outright painful. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "I much prefer offering it, I've found." Comes Yari in agreement. According to the report, she's been having nightmares. Yari shivers a bit! That thing's cold! But her heart rate is good, slightly fast. She gets nervous in doctor's visits. The stomach works too, though there's a grunt of discomfort during the examination. That feels /weird/. She gives little squeaky hisses with every palpatation. Frown. She doesn't protest though. Every snap has the ninja peering at those fingers! Senses definitely, and just as sharp as ever. She has to suppress an urge to chomp the finger. Blasted lizard instincts. "Technically. Archer shot through my dead body to get at my killers. It killed one of them, but...well, it was definitely a questionable act. That man's a danger to everyone, his Master included. I'm thinking of seeing about an assassination mission against him." The clone swiftly poofs out of existance. That light is distracting, and she gives a hiss of pain! Doubly so when those knuckles press against her sternum! "Nnngh!" She mutters, gritting her teeth. She'll have to remember that one. "I should spar with you some time. Techniques like that would be painful and debilitating." Darn medical knowledge! "I'd rather not repeat it. I think Sanary would tie me to a post to keep me from getting myself hurt again if I did. And I'd rather you not die yourself. You're a pleasure to work with, and we always need professionals to keep we soldiers in line." She says, in between grunts of suffering. 

:'''{{#var:22|Medusa Gorgon (22)}} has posed:'''     "How sacrilegious," Medusa says with a clearly exaggerated huff. "Shooting through a dead body like that?" Quite resourceful...     Luckily Medusa withdraws her knuckles quickly, and she offers the poor girl a warm smile. "How wonderful, it seems your body is indeed fully functional~" As for the topic of sparring, the witch does give Yari an amused leer, her eyes briefly turning to slits. "Now why do you think I'm such an effective field medic, dear? The better you know how to heal, the better you also know how to /hurt/ people. The best way to check whether a patient responds to painful stimuli. The sternum is quite sensitive~"     With that Medusa swivels away slightly, reaching out to take a syringe. "I will need some blood samples, you do seem tired and I want to make sure you're not anaemic. I don't suspect it too strongly, but better to be thorough, hmmm? Perhaps you simply need time like I did when I revived. And yes, don't make a habit out of it. Sanary can be quite... serious." After Medusa finds a tourniquet she begins wrapping it around Yari's upper arm. "Have you noticed any differences between this body and your original one...?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' /Scowl/! "The man has no respect for rules of war." There's definitely simmering hatred in her voice. This may well be a boiling pot in need of some extra heat. Then Yari relaxes, rubbing her sternum. /Ow/. At least that warm smile is reassuring. The woman has a good bedside manner, and it's easy to like Medusa. That leer has her shivering, however, as the ninja stares into those slits. Scary, scary witch! The ninja at least keeps eye contact, though, trying to not show a flash of fear /too/ much. "I'm glad to hear. I don't need any more loss of functionality." A glance to her missing arm. "Nnn! I should study more on the subject then. I don't have any formal anatomy training aside from where to strike someone, but...well, if you know any good books, I could use the recommendations." Shiver. /Definitely/ painful and sensitive. She tries not to think of a full-force strike from the nimble witch. Yari grunts at the tourniquet. She always hates those things, she feels so restricted in them. Wince. Medusa would find something out about Yari. She hates needles, and she squeels like a little girl when one is used on her. It might be a little adorable, even. "I...Just a few." She mumbles, still clearly shaking of needle-fear. Shiver shiver. She opens her kimono a bit. The scales around her chest are missing a few scarrs, and they're slightly brighter and more polished looking. 'Idealized', really. "Just small things like that. I couldn't imagine myself perfectly. But thankfully everything seems in the right place." Frown. "...Though I really would have liked it if I had imagined myself an inch or two taller. Among other things." It seems she can't alter her appearance too much with it! 

:'''{{#var:22|Medusa Gorgon (22)}} has posed:'''     Rules of war... what a silly concept. War is war, and when you have a goal, the most common thing is to do whatever needs to be done.     "I agree... some people can be so rude, can't they~?" Medusa laments with a sigh, shaking her head as she prepares some vials that she can attack to the syringe. Though when Yari speaks about good places to strike people, the witch looks pensive. "Personally it depends on whether you want them dead or alive. Dead... major arteries. The carotis in the neck, brachialis underneath the arms, the abdomen where you focus on the liver, kidneys or the spleen as they are rich with blood and will bleed out easily, the femoral arteries on the inside of the thighs... If you want them alive? The back of the head, of slit the tendons in their legs," she says as if it's more scientific than anything else. To her it probably is. "Though I can recommend some good anatomy books. People have different fighting styles, and you have to adapt accordingly. I imagine you focus on speed like myself though. I was never one for brute force."     Luckily for Yari it appears that Medusa is quite used to finding veins, and it's barely a tiny prick when she inserts the needle into her elbow. Soon enough the first vial begins filling with blood, and Medusa doesn't look bothered by the squeal that the lizard lets out.     So it seems like Yari can imagine her body the way she wants it, hmm? "That sounds useful... as long as your imagination is rich and you're able to envision it properly, I imagine..." Another vial is filled, and then Medusa begins filling a third one. "I do wonder though... where is your original body now?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' /Frown/! "He is rude, annoying, has no tact, and cannot shut up." Grrrrr. Yup, definitely bad blood there. Pomf! Cue another clone. That picks up a pen and pad, and starts taking notes. Ninja powers can be so useful. Especially around the house! "Nnn! I don't target the tendons as much as I should. That's useful, especially if I have surprise on my hand. Thighs? Really?" She sounds /far/ too interested right now. It distracts her from the needle-fear. "Please! Those would be very useful. Correct, I prefer to strike at vulnerabilities and use my speed to strike first. Preferably so I don't need a second one. I'm not particularly durable. And it's not particularly useful for changing my appearance. Every time I use it, I become exhausted and can't fight well for a few days. I'd rather use it as a last resort. And...well, I've been having nightmares fo when I was killed." She still squeals and whimpers. Like a little puppy. "Cold storage in the rest of medical. I think I have the storage number." Her clone writes down said number and offers it to Medusa. She blinks. "Why do you ask?" She adds, slightly obliviously. It's been a long week, she's not thinking straight. 

:'''{{#var:22|Medusa Gorgon (22)}} has posed:'''     "If you slice the tendons then they won't be able to move as much. Besides, tendons are easier to get through than bones and muscle..." Trust her, she should know. "Especially if you use knives. With a katana it's easy to cut through a leg, a torso, anything..." With that Medusa appears to be done taking blood samples, so she withdraws the needle and applies a small bandage to Yari's elbow. There we go!%R    The witch rises from her seat, turning the vials carefully over as she heads over to the workbench on the other side of the room. "I will find a book on anatomy when I'm done, just be careful with it, it's useful as reference material." It's not like she hasn't already memorized all of it already.     "You don't need to be durable in a fight as long as you can keep the other person from striking you. Work on your speed, apply your strengths and build on them..." the nurse states calmly even as she makes her way across the office, her slippers barely making a sound on the floor. So, this ability of hers exhausts her. Which might be why she looks so tired right now. That makes sense, if it requires a lot of energy, magic of whatever she uses for her illusions. Even more to make one solid and suitable for her to live in... "If the nightmares bother you, I have some medicine that can help you there. Is it falling asleep that's hard, or do you wake up often and early?" Medusa inquires curiously.     So... Yari's old body is in cold storage. Here in medical. Even as Medusa stands by the workbench, setting the vials aside next to a lamp on the wall. The light from it shines through the blood, Yari's blood, casting a red colour against Medusa's silhouette as the nurse slowly turns her head to look back at her patient. Even as she carefully cants her head, she smiles tenderly, the smile wellpracticed and warm. However, the red light casts an eerie glow over the woman's face, and from where Yari lies, Medusa's almost seems to peer down at her, those golden eyes not as warm as they were a moment ago, not compared to red glow.     "... would you mind letting me have it?"     Her words are soft, gentle. A starch contrast to the viper's gaze that peers down at the lizard, as well as the white of her teeth to the darkened shadow cast over part of her face where she stands. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari ponders! "Nnn! That would be excellent for incapacitating opponents then. I do prefer immobile prey. It makes it far easier to eliminate them." Her mind is clearly running Medusa's advice through her head! And the needle is gone. Yari shudders in relief. Thank /goodness/. Then she's standing up, and saluting again! "Nnn! Of course, Ma'am! I'll treat it the respect it deserves!" She easily goes back to that soldier tone! A swift nod. "I've been training in Tenra recently, Miss Kagenashi's world. It has been...frightening, but educational. Nnn. Works on my strengths. I see. And it's helped me with the cold. The risks are worth it for someone of my profession. I've found dangerous training to be the most valuable. If you have any suggestions on that matter, I'd be happy to take them." The lizard is definitely hanging on Medusa's every word here. Her magical aura is definitely diminished from usual! "I wake up often. Last night, I could only sleep two hours. Please, medicine would be helpful." Red casts an awful visage upon that smiling face, so tender, canted just right! It would be warm, comforting. Like a proper healer's look she's seen from Sanary so often. But this healer's gaze, as they peer, has ice running through Yari's veins. Never before has she suddenly felt so small, as though a snake were about to wrap around her and devour her whole. She stares into those eyes, and there's naked fear in them. They close, and Yari manages to pull herself together. At the least, the ninja is made of stern stuff. She's terrified, but ready to face the serpent before her. The fact that she's an ally is the thing that keeps her from hissing in pure terror amidst that horrible red light. "...Well, it's useless to me. I trust your judgement, Lieutenant. And I admit, I'm curious what you'll do with it." Fear is in her eyes...and yet, some spark of evil is in her soul, and her words are honest. One might even catch a hint of eagerness in them. 

:'''{{#var:22|Medusa Gorgon (22)}} has posed:'''     The nurse, no... the witch smiles even wider, turning fully away from the light, the red glow no longer cast over her face, and her eyes squint slightly as the smile reaches her eyes. "Thank you, dear~ After the Union learned of my true nature it's... harder to get more test subjects, sadly..." The woman walks over to the medicine cabinet on the wall, opening it as she looks over the rows of medication bottles, clearly searching for something. "As for what I will do with the body... testing. Perhaps your physiology can be useful to me in some way. And this way I can do tests I wouldn't be able to do on my allies." It's no longer Yari, after all. It's just a body.     "As for training, I am willing to spar with you sometime should you wish to learn how to incapacitate a target." Suddenly Medusa's hand halts slightly, and then she pulls out a bottle of dried herbs that she tosses over towards Yari. "Brew some tea with this every night before you go to bed. It ensures a deep sleep for about 6 to 7 hours. A tea spoon is enough, drink it all while it's hot." That said, she moves on over to her shelves, and she quickly finds a large tome that she pulls out, holding it in both hands. And this item is not tossed over to Yari, instead the nurse walks over to the girl and hands it over. "Chapter 2 to 7. I except you to read it before we spar. Is that understood~?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' A deep breath, and out! All of that fear evaporates, and Yari is left feeling drained. It's hard to sort out her feelings for Medusa. Respect. Intimidation. Fear. And a strange sense of liking the woman despite it all. Or maybe because of it. Almost like her mother, but not quite. Perhaps like the really creepy older sister she never had, and always wanted. Yari rubs her face, trying not to think too much any more. It's getting really weird, and she's been creeped out enough by the nurse-witch. She needs a drink. Yari offers a little smile in turn. Very tiny. There will definitely be an uptick in self medication this week thanks to Medusa. "In that case, if I have any more...ah, bodies left when I use the technique, I'll make sure that they end up in your lab, Ma'am. And maybe a mark or two that doesn't need to leave a statement." How helpful, this ninja! Nnn! She catches the bottle, and offers a salute! "Understood, Ma'am! Chapters two through seven!" The tome is taken too, and then she turns. "I'll look forward to it. Thank you for everything, Lieutenant! Join me and Sanary on our down time. You could make for interesting company with us!" Comes the offer, and then, she leaves with military pride. An hour or two later, she's fast asleep, drunk, and sleeping well thanks to both that medicine and snuggles with her daughter. Crona would be jealous. 

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3594/Training In Kawakami Academy

2016-01-02T23:58:17Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' It's the recreation period in Kawakami Academy, and many a student are out sparring or using various training areas! Yari Takane, or rather 'Chiyo' as her cover identity goes, is amongst them. Dressed in the white-and-black girl's uniform of the Academy, she'd been sparring with a classmate. And losing to an embarrassing degree. After falling on her tail for the third time, her opponent takes pity. The usually sharp Chiyo is flushed, exhausted, and clearly unwell. But Yari is nothing if not determined however, and she's soon over to a target board. At the very least, her aim with knives hasn't faltered, and so she goes through the calming task of throw-retrieve-throw. Sometimes the basics are good to practice. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Arriving at Kawakami Academy, Sanary's doing anything but keeping a low profile. She's wearing her trademark white coat instead of any sort of disguise, she's got a large oval shield on her back and an ornate staff in hand, and she's even asking around for a certain girl named Chiyo!      Of course, it's not the same Chiyo that got flattened, but a Chiyo nonetheless. Spotting that familiar tail not too far away, the healer tries her hand at mimicking a certain Au Ra's quiet walking techniques to try and get to her throwing position without being heard.      Sneaking with a shield on her back, even. "Hey, 'Chiyo'. You sure you should be up and about yet?" She raises a hand, letting that green healing light gather around it and offering some of that ahead of time. No need for the staff yet! 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's lessons might be working, because Sanary gets veeeery close to 'Chiyo'! Far closer than she has before! It probably doesn't help that the ninja still looks /awful/. She's a bit paler than usual. That technique of hers had definitely cost her. That tail does go up at the last minute to poke Sanary right in the nose though! "Enough to catch you. Hello, Sanary." The healing magic has the ninja relaxing just a touch, before spinning around in her uniform. It's a typical skirt and blouse with buttoned jacket affair. "How do I look? I haven't had any complaints from the other students yet. It feels a bit strange. Going to school, that is." It's the highschool she never had. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     If Yari knew what Dorian had to do to get information on her location she'd probably be livid. Or intensely proud of him, one of the two. Possibly both. Nonetheless, now he knows where Yari is. And now he wants to make sure she's all right. A high school is a good place to hide. But it is not a good place for Dorian to sneak into! He can't possibly pose as a student. So he does the opposite, he poses as a teacher.     Dorian looks pretty good in a suit anyway, and this is what he wears. It's white, though; apparently his powers of disguise aren't exactly the best, either. And no, he hasn't left his staff at home. What if he should need it?     So yes. There is a well-dressed man in a white suit, green silk shirt, dark teal-colored tie, and black dress shoes, with a staff that has three serpentine dragon heads slung over a shoulder, heading to where Yari-- er, 'Chiyo'-- is. He is obviously recognizeable.     Assuming he should manage to get in without arousing too much suspicion, he'll make for where Yari is. And once within earshot, "Greetings to you both." He offers a bow to Yari and Sanary. But to Yari, he notes, "You look as though you're doing a little better," he observes. Since she's actually up and around, and not limping. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary snickers quietly at the nose-boop, giving the tail a light pat before continuing with the flow of healing magic. She's taking it a little easier on herself today as well, though, since she's still feeling drained after last night's bout of healing!      "Looking good to me. Of course, I might be a liiittle biased." Grinning mischievously at that, she looks Yari's uniform over before looking around the training area a few times. "Still need to pick up one of those myself, actually... Eh? Is that...?"      Squinting slightly, she can indeed confirm that it is Dorian approaching! She tries not to bring any attention his way, of course, only raising her hand in greeting after he speaks up himself. "Hey, Dorian. Didn't know you had a job here." She grins just a bit more when he asks about Yari, apparently appreciating that in some way. Not enough to divert her healing towards him, of course. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Judging by the frown on Yari's face, finding Dorian is not on the list of things that makes her happy. "...Hello again. I'm doing better." That look on her face practically screams 'HOw did you find me!?'. A deep sigh, and then she offers a bow as well. "Still, thank you for that time. You and everyone. I would really have be...have died othewise." She actually blushes a little here. So awkward. "Nnn! You should. There's the very interesting fight named Momoyo Kawakami, she's...well, someone worth keeping an eye on." She offers back to Sanary. Ahh, heals! No one in the Academy has proper magical healing, it's annoying! "What /are/ you doing here, Mister Dorian?" 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     "I don't," Dorian confirms to Sanary's remark about having a job here. "Though I don't think anyone but you two know that yet." He smirks. It's true, he looks pretty healthy. He might have managed to come out of that situation without getting injured.     He notes the frown on Yari's face, and teases, "That's a look I only get from my father when I turn up like a bad copper bit in Tevinter." He's obviously only kidding. Dorian chuckles. To answer the question? "I came to see how you were doing." A pause, and then he assures Yari, "Mind you, I had to call in favors I've been saving up for years to get this information. It certainly wasn't easy." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary might be blind when the magitech eye is off, but even she can see that something's off about this picture! Looking from Yari to Dorian and back again several times, she can't help but notice that awkward tension. Of course, that just means she'll have to take it on herself to try and defuse some of that!      "Well, good to see you're here checking on her. 'specially if I'm ever tied up doing something else, I'll need someone to keep an eye on 'Chiyo' here." She chuckles lightly and crosses her arms, glancing around again. She can't be too careful!      "Does remind me, though... Uh. I think I saw Momoyo the other day in Lordran. Is this her... Area, then?" She waves with her hands a bit for emphasis, then turns to Dorian. "... Is that why you had to come dressed like that?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari smirks a bit. "You look like a teacher, staff aside." She reassures, making a 'lips zipped' motion. She has no idea to rat him out, after all. Dorian's proven a good ally thus far. "Please. You are at least worth three gil rather than just one, Sir." Her irritation notably lessened at the mention of favors. "I was worried I'd started to lose my touch. Here." She writes down a number and hands it to Dorian. "Next time spare your contacts and just call me." One Yari contact get! "Still, thank you for the convern." She glances to Sanary. At least Dorian and Sanary both seem okay as well! "Yes. Or, rather, she's the headmaster's daughter. Strongest fighter in the area as far as I can tell. I'd have to take drastic measures to stand a chance." And they've both already seen 'drastic measures'. "She also gets very bored when she can't fight, is very simple and hates being lied to, is an utter addict to battle and enjoys finding ways to bum money off of other people for lunch." /Frown/. "Still owe me a bowl of ramen for the other day, Momoyo-sempai." Irritated Yari! 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Dorian nods to Sanary's question. "It is," he confirms. "Also I like this suit, and I don't wear black." It's true, he doesn't. This would probably be a very notable thing if Yari or Sanary have an idea of Tevinter's reputation in Thedas. Since people from Tevinter, particularly mages, are generally thought of as the scum of the world in Thedas. Ah-ha, 'Chiyo'. Dorian understands how the waters lie there! He nods. "Oh, definitely," he agrees. "One doesn't let one's friends go unchecked upon."     Yari's discretion gets a nod. "Thank you. The last time I was grabbed by an ear and thrown out was by my mother, and unpleasant enough. I still have the scars from that incident three years ago, and it's not one I want to repeat." ...Wait, his mother scruffed him by an ear /three years ago/? The mention of 'three gil instead of one' gets a laugh. "Such high praise," he teases, bowing. "It's much appreciated." And then number! Dorian nods. "Ah-ha. That will make things abundantly easier, thank you," he notes.     he quiets as Yari begins to talk about this 'Momoyo'. And he chuckles. "How charming," he notes of Yari's description. "I think I've met Qunari much like that. I wonder if they'd get along?" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "sounds like someone to look into more." Sanary grins confidently as she taps on the shield on her back, glancing around once more just in case the named person is anywhere in sight. "Or fight. Still need to get used to fighting against people-sized... People that don't just fall apart after getting hit once."      She pointedly avoids commenting on 'drastic measures'. No need to remind Yari about that again! Or herself, even. She's still losing sleep over that.      Thankfully, Dorian's there to redirect the conversation away from that. She raises an eyebrow at the mention of an ear-grabbing incident, peering over to look for said scar out of curiousity. "Of course, that thought leads to another, and... Time to distract herself with something else. Anything else.      "Qunari? Is that a group from back in Tevinter? If they're fighters, too..." The wheels are turning! Slowly, but still. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari crosses an arm. "Nnn! Maybe you just haven't found the right suit. I should see about getting you some Doman clothes. It might look good on you." Someone is going to be stuffed into a kimono, poor guy. STill, the mention of 'friend' has her smiling a little more warmly. Dorian is a good person. It's hard not to like him. A raised brow. "Your mother must be...fierce." She can't help a pang of loss, but she recovers swiftly. "Heh, quite possibly. Just don't let her con you into buying her meals." Then she's laughing at Sanary. "You'll find it educational if you do. I'll keep a few potions around if needed." Knowing Momoyo, the answer will be 'yes'. "Yes, tell us about these Qunari, Mister Dorian." Story time for the ladies! 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     "Qunari in Tevinter? Maker, I hope not," Dorian replies to Sanary's question, the comment dry. "In my world yes, but the Qunari have been at war with Tevinter for centuries. Granted, it's barely an eye-watering slap fight by now, but every now and again the two sides remember they're supposed to be killing each other and not engaging in slightly rough foreplay." As for being fighters? "Oh, not to worry. If this girl was a Qunari, you'd know it."     "Doman?" he inquries. "Hmm. I may need to look into this." Yes, apparently Dorian is a fashionista! Or at least likes to know about the fashions of various worlds, anyway. As for his mother being fierce? "Not exactly. It's less that she's fierce and more that she hasn't quite grasped the concept that I'm not a boy of five years old anymore."     When asked of the Qunari, Dorian answers, "Qunari are mountains, upwards of seven feet tall." Gotta love that translation effect, translating some unknown Thedan unit of measure where it can be understood. "And the vast majority of them have horns. There are those that don't, but they're rare. They tend towards brutish, savage, and uncultured. They also tend towards sewing shut the lips of mages. So of course I'm rather inclined not to like them." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Potions? That's a good sign." Sanary's grin at Yari grows just a bit wider at that. A fight against someone that strong, especially one she's seen blowing up a giant drake? Nothing could possibly go wrong there. "If the fight's that good... Maybe I'll get her a burger or something, at least."      She's not always cheap! Just most of the time.      Dorian's curious comparison of the Qunari Tevinter war draws a bout of immature giggling from the healer. She's still technically a teenager, after all, even if she's already nearing her twenties! "That so..? H-huh. They sound..."      Don't be sarcastic. Do not be sarcastic. "Pleasant." Dammit. "I'll keep an eye out for these Qunari, then. Doubt they'd like me much, either, so... Well, I don't need string to attach things where they shouldn't be." Yari gets a brief smirk, then Dorian before she settles into a more relaxed smile.      "But yeah. We got your back. Especially after your help last time." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "So then, massive, barbaric, without any subtlety or stealth." Yup, Yari's scowling here. They remind her of the orcs she's heard about in various worlds, and her kunoichi sensibilities are clearly wounded here. "Who goes kicking around doors that way?" Pause. A glance to Sanary. "I mean kicking them down without any sense of restraint." Yari grins! "Wonderful. Sanary, let's pencil in a shopping trip soon with our 'teacher' here." Sanary then gets a smile. "I am going to enjoy watching you two." The ninja sounds a little giddy. Yari nods though. "No one's sewing your mouth shut, or if they do, I have knives and Sanary has healing magic. A little field surgery never killed anyone too important." Yari probably isn't helping here. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     "It's unlikely they'll breach Tevinter's walls anytime soon," Dorian assures Sanary. "Besides, I don't live there anymore anyway. I'm something of a hermit." Of course he has to add, "Not nearly as unwashed, mind you." A chuckles at sanary's observation. "They are," he insists. Yes, he's also being sarcastic, the false brightness is a clue. He clasps his hands next to his chin, tilts his head, and looks up to the sky, clearly faking adoration. He notes, "And add to that the wonderful 'manifest destiny' of their religion... how they believe that the Qun, their teachings, will one day cover all of Thedas~!"     The lightness fades, and his countenance returns to normal. "Oh, they have subtlety and stealth. Some do. 'Ben-Hassrath'. That's what their spies are called. They ACT like the rest of the group-- loud, brash, barbarians-- so you don't realize that every one of them has their other hand behind you with a knife it it. Just waiting for you to cease to be of use. And of course, the Qunari revere them as priests and great leaders." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Yari's description of Qunari stings juuust a bit when Sanary hears it put that way. At least she has some semblance of stealth and tact... Occasionally.      It worked that one time, at least!      "A shopping trip..? Uh. Sure. For extra clothes, then?" She taps a finger to her chin while looking Dorian over. Not that his sense of style is bad or anything, but... Well, he probably shouldn't be taking fashion tips from the girl that has a total of four non-combat outfits.      She could probably use a new set herself.      "These... Man. They sound great at parties." Shaking her head lightly, the healer furrows her brow at Dorian's description of the stealthier Qunari. Stealthier being a subjective term, anyway, but.. It does give her some ideas. "Maybe I should try and do that... Easier than trying to keep my footsteps quiet, at least." Annother chuckle, another shake of her head. "Eh, don't worry. We take good care of our allies, so even if any of 'em ever join the Confederacy? We'll keep you covered." 

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The small village that serves as the 'base' for Yari's enemies in the asian plains is utterly deserted tonight at first glance. Dense fog has rolled in, or more likely, made to exist by her former companions. It's the picture of a medieval Japanese village, complete with a bridge over water. Yari and her group has arrived with a hostage in tow: Chiyo, one of the ninja they captured after the battle in Dun Realtai. The ninja is in Sanary's care, and definitely has seen better days. The town square where the meeting is to take place has roads in the four cardinal directions. To the north, a pair of ninja au'ra appear on top of a building, both lookng to almost be twins. The slightly older one steps forward. To the east and west, roads leading out of town. To the West, the buildings are more densely packed, and easy to hide in. To the east, it's more open, though the lingering feeling of magic generally wafts through the town, it's more concentrated there. It all smells like a trap, but Yari walks into it willingly. The two ninja call out! "The only reason you're not dead right now, Traitor, is because of our sister! What are your terms?" Yari calls back. "We return her, and you leave, never to bother myself or Dun Realtai again!" The offer is made, but what will her companions do in the meantime!? 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary's done a surprisingly good job at cleaning up tonight's captive. There's not a speck of blood on her, she's wrapped up in clean blankets, and all her limbs are still attached to her body! The cleric's looking rather annoyed as she stares right back at the ninja standing before the gathered group, one hand holding a riot shield and the other holding the hostage inside what appears to be a large dog kennel.      Speaking of the hostage, she's not really in any condition to talk or move out of the human ball shape she's been forcefully healed into. She had to fit into that kennel somehow, after all! Setting down that container, the healer rests one fuzzy boot on top of it before levelling a malicious glare at those ninjas in front of them.      "Don't even think of trying anything funny, either. Otherwise, you'll get to live just like your dear sister here." There's no humor in her voice. IF anything, she sounds like she /wants/ those ninja to do just that. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     See, Dorian knew as soon as he set eyes on this that there was a trap in the making. He figured it'd be sprung as soon as Chiyo was free. So he's kept out of sight and out of mind as much as possible, especially of Chiyo. His promise to Yari to be here was not spoken in front of Chiyo, nor did he gather with the rest of Yari's group for marching into the city.     No, he's on the eastern side of the city, looking much as though he'd merely wandered in. That might be a tall order, given this place was probably chosen specifically for its inability to be stumbled onto accidentally, true. But he knew he wasn't going to be able to sneak up on these odd ninja warriors. At least like this, the group was split, and thus would hopefully force the ninjas to divide their attention.     That doesn't mean he's just tromping through like a noisy Qunari, no. Dorian is trying to stay as quiet as he can as he skulks around the eastern side of town. But, as mentioned, he's no ninja, and he's probably not going to fool one if any are there with eyes on him. 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''      If there was one thing to be learned after seeing so many different ages and so many varying battlefields, it was that humans generally failed to truly learned to change. They learned how to get better at what they were always doing - slaying or superseding each-other - but they never ceased to change their fundamental arrogance.      The sense that they were more important then each-other, or that once they considered another human to be an enemy... they would not stop until one of two things happened; either the target died... or the aggressor did.      That was why Archer personally felt that even trying to negotiate - particularly like this - was a waste of time. These ninja had already attacked Yari Takane in her own home, on neutral ground no less, and they were perfectly willing to risk death for that goal - that or they were exceedingly arrogant... or perhaps both.      Those weren't the kind of people you could ever expect to negotiate with, let alone demand they leave and never return as simply as how Yari was requesting, and in the middle of an obvious ambush-zone no less. If anything, the only way this was going to be resolved was if they had simply attacked and been done with the threat - risking Dun Realtai's safety for the sake of trying to be peaceable with people who had already proven they were beyond such formalities was nothing more then prolonging the inevitable.      In fact, seeing as Yari Takane was a Confederate, Archer truthfully saw little reason he or any Union members should be involved in this.      ...      If only his Master agreed.      The red-clad magus in question, standing astride of Yari and Sanary to complete what was effectively a trio of femme-fatales, was regarding the ninja that had spoken with an impassive gaze, arms crossed. She's not visibly armed like Sanary, but Tohsaka Rin has already cast Reinforcement on herself to strengthen her body against sudden blows, unwilling to trust anyone that would risk the life of a child like these ninja have with respecting a truce. "You already failed your attack even when we didn't know you were coming. How well do you think you'd fare now that we know about you? Not to mention that we know were you live?"      If there was any vindictiveness in her voice, it was from Yari's child had been needlessly involved in the attack on her mother's home.      But while the Magus was in the open, the Servant was hidden amid the buildings to the west, invisible in his spirit form as he stood perched atop one of the buildings, poised to fire at any threats that approach - as well as quickly react to any threats from the dense cluster of houses and structures. Still, the bowman was weary - being dematerialized didn't mean the ninja couldn't sense him if they could detect prana or spiritual energy acutely enough.      But this was the best vantage point for support, and covering the west-side while Dorian had the east meant they had at least one person on all fronts. And given Archer's misgivings for the ninja... the Bowman suspected they would need that advantage when Yari's former comrades inevitably made their move. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' You have to be pretty damn good to outsneak ninjas. Granted, it isn't entirely fair when one has technology at their disposal that is many times more advanced than the locals. But life is not fair. War is never fair, and all bets are off when it comes to making sure this doesn't turn out to be the last trap her friend and sister-in-arms walks into. This is the sort of situation one should never trust, even when they know they have no other option but to walk right into the proverbial line of fire. But that meant the enemy thought it was on their terms, and that they held all the holo-cards in the cosmic poker game. And that was exactly the sort of over-confidence a bounty hunter knew how to use to their advantage. To do just that Mantigora was prowling the fringes of the area, hidden beneath her cloaking fields and the skilled near-silent movements of a waiting, hungry predator... 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga stands with the others, a bit behind Yari and off to the side. She's doesn't exactly look like she's part of the femme fatal brigade, dressed in leggings, a long sweater dress and boots with a wooden stick in her hand. She's all of five feet tall, and the only visible weapons she has are the stick and a small knife at her belt. She's small, unassuming, moves with visible difficulty... But the eyes. The eyes are dark and keen, disturbingly knowing. Penetrating, like she's reading your future in your entrails. She stands with her hand atop her staff, leaning on it slightly, watching the two ninjas. Yari's enemy, who would threaten a young girl. Thats enough for Inga to lend her assistance. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The pair of ninja look to the kennel-cage that their sister has been healed inside of, their stoic features turning to horror. One of them draws a katana, looking ready to assault the group, before the older one reaches to stop her. "You bring our sister to us deformed and tortured! Truly you are allies of the Empire! If you wish that village to be made safe, then give us our sister and give us your life, Takane! We'll take nothing less!" During all of this, Dorian finds himself untouched by anyone who might be watching him. No, there's only fog and magic and the vague sense of being /watched/! Dorian's hairs on the back of his neck might remain up for quite some time. Yet, nothing assaults him. Similarly, while Rin gets a front row view to the proceedings, Archer has a similar experience to Dorian. The sense that they're not alone is thick in the air to someone as experienced as the Servant. Similarly for Mantigora, as she prowls vaguely near Archer, Servant and Bounty hunter alike might be the first to notice something amiss. In the densely packed buildings, presences can be felt, far more than just the small gang of ninja that were supposed to be here. Shadows sneak up towards the building where Archer is at, ready to assault the village! Ninja of all kinds, mercenary to a person, seem to have been hired by the group! Near Dorian, a pair of shadows make their way out into the streets. There's handseals, drops of blood, and then they wait. All of those present, get a glare from the ninja, including the out-of-place Inga! Yari finally speaks. "In any other circumstances, I'd gladly agree. But you threatened my child, and even if I did give you my life you'd just come after her." The two au'ra grip their weapons, a sword and kunai respectively. "Then, Takane, you and your friends will die! KILL THEM ALL!" Six ninja leap from the shadows at Archer, and the two ninja near Dorian complete their ninjutsu. A massive boar poofs into existance, as large as a three story building. It begins to charge, smashing through buildings and heading straight for Dorian! In the plaza, several more ninja appear, two for each person, leaping at the women gathered! The two au'ra seem fit to watch the mooks do their work. Yari finds herself tangling with two black-masked mercenary ninja, blocking kunai with her own and kicking one in the face, sending them into a nearby cart, unconscious! These ninja mooks know what they're doing! Rin gets a spear-wielding ninja pair, while Sanary and Inga both get sword wielding-ninjas leaping for them trying to take their heads! 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' Sir Gawain is late. He misread the time by a half hour, and once he realized his mistake, the meeting was already beginning. He already knows how risky this is, and how important a diplomatic resolution might be. If they don't have to kill anyone, he'd prefer it! So, he grabs his scarves, his coat, and his glasses, the newest part of his battle appearance, and he grabs his bike, as well as some other stuff for his last ditch effort of diplomacy. This is why, as Sir Gawain rides his bike into battle, shouting "Wait! Don't kill each other! I'm coming!", the faint sound of music can be heard, coming from a boombox inside his bike basket. It only gets louder as he appears, certainly a song of diplomacy and reconciliation, judging just by the lyrics. "DON'T YOU, FORGET ABOUT ME" "DON'T, DON'T, DON'T, DON'T" "DON'T YOU, FORGET ABOUT ME" The Knight of the Sun is dressed in his armor, but it has some new additions to it. He is wearing two different scarves, one made by Alice Margatroid, and one by Lancer of Black, as well as a sweater also made by Lancer of Black. Additionally, he's wearing a pair of shades with a floral print, given to him by Riva Banari. He looks...ridiculous, but seasonal! As Gawain parks his bike a bit away from the clashing of blade, he blasts the music, shouting. "There is no need to fight! We can still talk this through, if only you'll give us a chance! Can you really protect your loved ones like this?!" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      A brief look is given to Rin and Inga before Sanary turns her attention back on those opposing ninja, her free hand resting on the icy Charge Blade at her hip. Between that, the shields on her wrist and on her back, and the backup both nearby and off in the village? She's looking quite unimpressed by the time the expected attackers initiate their... Attack.      "You already know how this is gonna end, but... Well. Get a nice look, Chiyo." The cleric taps her shield against the kennel before raising it at the sword-wielding Au Ra coming their way, a sinister tone in her voice and a matching look in her lone eye.      "You'll have friends joining you in there soon enough." Roaring out in a rage, Sanary advances rapidly with both shield and sword, bringing her shield up at one ninja in a half-parry half-bludgeon while thrusting the sword out at another ninja's arm to try and split it right down the middle. The long way, even.      To Yari, Rin, and Mantigora, it might even seem like she's deliberately trying not to kill anyone here. As for Gawain... Well, at least she doesn't look angry once she hears and sees him coming. If anything, she just looks more amused by this whole thing now. "Aha! Hey, Gawain! Nice look. Uh... Got any music that's a little more... Fighty?" 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Ah-ha. Thought as much. He sees two shadows come out onto the street. The shadows wait, and so does Dorian. If they don't seem to have noticed him yet, then there's no reason to get any closer until it's necessary. Footsteps would attract unnecessary attention. So he stops where he is, and waits.     Right up until he hears 'kill them all'.     He saw THAT one coming, too. At the shout, Dorian aims a rune underneath the two shadows who had been using handseals. The only warning they'll have will be a split-second between the ground underneath them glowing in the shape of the rune and the fiery explosion that happens a few moments later!     Whether they manage to leap out of the way of the exploding rune or not, the area will continue to burn for a few moments, so there's a lingering worry of environmental hazard, too. And hopefully, even if he misses, he can distract these two and keep them from joining the main battle group. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' As the 'negotiations' continue Mantigora pauses in her stealthed prowl as several warning blips come up on her nanotech, and moments later a holographic recticle manifgests over her right eye for the display interface. While she can't distinguish individuals from this distance, the tactical scanners that are part of her cybernetics picking up the multitude of life signals within the buildings is more than enough. This is... entirely the sort of deception she expected, really. Which is why two unfortunate ninja don't even get a chance to launch into their ambush as soon as they appear on the field. Because they're already being ambushed by the Draken leaping (both literally and figuratively) into view, with a amplified kick aimed to knock one into the other and send them both sprawling. Landing after the kick, Mantigora settles into her usual half-crouch ready position, a wicked sharptooth-bearing grin across her face. "I would say it a shame no one ever takes the option that would allow them to walk away with their own lives ..." Her tail gives a lash behind her, the barbed tip catching enough air to make an audible whipcrack sound. "But then this would be much less exciting~~" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham had accompanied Yari Takane here to this negotiation, partly out of mutual friendship, partly out of desire to act as security, if necessary. Right now however, it appeared that the communication between the organics was beginning to break down, not that internally Fer found this surprising, but it did mean that her suspicion that it wouldn't go over too well, since these were supposedly the same people that had tried to attack Yari earlier. Organics, so quick to anger.      Ferham's wings fan out from behind her back and she begins to hover a few inches off the ground--not really flying yet, but leaving herself in a state to take off if she needed, her whip already flashed out into her hand. She'd try to flank the ninjas from the side and offer them a little bit of superfrozen air, mainly as a repellant.      "Why don't you boys cool off?" she smiled and brought a hand to her lips, as if she was blowing a kiss--instead what came out was a large stream of chilled air, visibly creating mist and leaving the areas it touched covered in frost! 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Very occasionally, having visions is beneficial in an immediate capacity. Quite often, they are portents of doom far in the future, and usually only one of many futures available. But sometimes, sometimes they are spot on and show only moments in the future... So, when Inga got a lovely vision of her own head being lopped off, she was ready for the ninja that appeared when the other yelled 'kill them all!'. Ready, namely, with lightning. Inga slams the but of her staff into the ground and bolts of lightning thunder outward from her, slamming into the ninja with a deafening crack and blinding brightness. The air reeks of ozone and soon, perhaps the smell of cooked flesh. "That was an extremely poor decision. You could have lived another five years if only you had taken a different path," she says. Are the ninja alive to hear it? Inga looks around then, eyes widening. All out chaos. Wards are next, if she can manage not to have her throat slit in the meantime. 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''      Forms begin advancing on them - far more then expected... and far too many to have been gathered on such short notice.      Not for anyone that ever planned to be negotiable, at least.      "Trace; On"      As the situation degrades into the chaos he'd expected, Archer lets the ninja approach, feigning being ope to attack - and as soon as any get close, he spins around, Kanshou and Bakyua materializing in his hands to parry the first strikes directed at him with a swift blur of white steel... and strike for their throats with a flash of black steel, intending to either slay or wound at least one of them.      As he'd feared, their detection abilities had picked up on his presence. And six against one was hardly favorable odds.      Then again, that was how most of his existence, both during and after life, had been characterized.      It is also thanks to this that, as he brings his blades into a guard-stance against his attackers, Archer thankfully refrains from commenting on the ridiculous appearance of Sir Gawain, once again privately re-affirming his belief that there is no Servant Emiya Shirou deserves more then that one.      In the plaza, Rin likewise immediately acts against her opponents, though her solution is arguably less violent as she holds one arm straight and braces it with her other. "Gandr!"      The red-on-black nimbus that quickly forms at her fingertips promptly discharges in a small hailstorm of magic bullets that, upon contact, induce 'sickness' in the form of a severe lethargy that debilitates and incapacitates, the Tohsaka heiress intending to take her enemies out of the fight rather then kill them outright, keeping relatively calm even in spite of the fierce - but not impossible to understand - bloodlust Sanary displays.      However, if any of the ninja do manage to get close to, the Magus' arm swinging out in a Reinforced right hook that shatters steel upon contact will be issued out as an effort to dissuade further attempts at getting close to Rin. "Your sister's hardly been tortured! If anything we've had to keep her locked up for her own good - not like your little stunt won many friends on either side!"      Sanary's comment to Gawain draw's Rin's attention to the after mentioned Servant - and she has to fight off stumbling in shock at the sight of him, not quite believing what she's seeing at first - especially since, based on the angle he pulls up at, Dorian's resulting fireball in the background somewhere in the distance behind Gawain makes it look like the Servant's arrival was some kind of timed finale-grade performance. "What are-?" However, she pauses mid-way and, after a moment of just staring hopelessly in exasperation, just sighs. "Oh, why bother? I'll just regret asking. At least you're here, Gawain-San."      At least he had the sense to not bring the blue cloak she gave him into this fight - she'd like that to last at least /one/ season before it likely got burned, shredded or any number of other potential damages it was likely to suffer in the future, be it combat or the possible ill-fortuned aftermath of one of Gawain's own exuberantly-enacted antics. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Dorians runes take out the two summoning ninja almost instantly, creating a wall of fire that will at least prevent reinforcements from that direction! Horde of ninjas: reduced in size! And better still, that's some powerful abilities the enemy has lost. There's still the matter of the charging giant Boar that is baring right down on Dorian however! Sanary's strikes break bones, but the ninja mooks fall regardless! Alive, injured, but /alive/. Some of the others don't fare so well, but Sanary would find herself suddenly free of attackers! For her part, Yari shoves a needle into soft bits of her last attacker, sending them tumbling down. The mook ninja is down, but alive. She sees no reason to kill them right now. No, that's reserved for the real targets. Inga's vision serves her well, and her lightning lashes out! The blast proves true, and her two ninjas fall dead from the powerful elemental strike! She too is now free of attackers! Ferham's whip bites at her opponents, and the ninja seem enamored by that kiss! One could call it a shockingly cold kiss, too, as mist assaults them! The duo are iced together, alive, but left in uncomfortable positions and generally shivering and freezing! Scratch two more ninja! Archer's blades wound many of his attackers, and kill several, but there's two that make ready to attack him still! But then in comes Mantigora, kicking one into another, landing them unconscious into a pile of ninja! Another group appears from the shadows, striking at Mantigora and Archer, their blades finally ending the last of them! There's bodies laid around the strong duo! Rin hits her targets right in the chest, the pair of kunoichi landing in lumps, coughing and generally writhing as the wretch and fall unconscious! "Hmph! It doesn't matter anyway. This was just all a trap to kill Takane anyway." Responds the Au'Ra atop the building, and the pair finally drop down! They make handseals, and soon, another massive boar explodes into existance, rushing for the party! It's just as big as it's twin! Yari leaps back, spying both creatures, and scowls. "Quickly! Kill those creatures and we can take on those two!" She offers to her compatriots. It'll need to be a group effort. And worst of all? The two ninja have managed to vanish in the smoke. Gawain arrives on the scene! There's two boars of massive sizes crashing building and trying to kill the group. But his music, and his imploring nature does /something/ at least. The boar charging for Dorian pauses, mesmerized by cheesy 80's music, walking towards the boom box in a trance! Perfect time to calm down the rabid beast! But the other one is still enraged! After it smashes a hole in the ground, Yari sighs. "Don't hold back!" She calls, before jumping up to a building nearby. Handseals are made, and magic flows around her! With a burst of mana, the world briefly dissappears. The Servants and Magus amongst them would recognize it: illusion made manifest over reality. It's not unlike a reality marble at all. A moon hangs high in the air over a lake, only the twin boars remaining for a moment. Then, after a moment, it all seems to just fade back into reality. The Boar seems stunned as the pillars of moonlight in the area, as well as the lake suddenly fades away from sight. Strange. What did Yari do? The group might not have much time to contemplate, as there's the sound of metal embedding in flesh. Yari's eyes go wide, staring down at her chest. A blade sticks out from it, and she falls motionless to the ground. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Standing behind her, the two ninja laugh as they watch their ally fall, stabbing their weapons repeatedly into her lifeless body. "Hah! Our mission here is complete! Now finish their friends, beasts!" The remaining boar roars to life, though Gawain's diplomacy still has the other one entranced! The two ninja toss shuriken at Sanary and Inga! Ferham, Rin, and Sanary would find that massive creature leaping and running towards them, throwing around it's weight to try to crush them! Ferham in particular would find the creature's tusks aimed right for her chest, ready to pierce right through her reploid-heart-equivalent while it tries to make femme-fatal mash amidst the shuriken that are raining down on the plaza-party, all laced with poisons that burn in the veins! 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     No, of course they couldn't just have normal ninjas. They wanted a complete rout, didn't they? So of course they'd bring monsters too. At least it's not demons, so there's that. Nonetheless, 'it's better than demons' isn't going to keep Dorian from getting run down, trampled, or gored. And while Dorian isn't exactly the typical 'squishy mage', he also doesn't have the physical abilities that a rogue might.     Fortunately the boar that was charging him wanders off. Good, that means he can worry about other things. Unfortunately Yari appears to have already been taken down by the time he gets to the main group. "...Kaffas," he hisses. And then he moves his arms out to his sides. A glyph appears in the air before his chest, and then several blasts of fire explode out of the glyph, aimed at the Au'Ra ninjas. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary's very careful not to draw any more attention to the kennel than necessary after Rin's response to the ninja. No need to let her know too much about what she's done to the captive of the day. Really, she probably shouldn't let /anyone/ look too closely in there. Alas, there's work to be done, and she looks around in awe at all the displays of magic around them: Inga's lightning shooting out of her, Dorian's fires in the distance, and even Ferham's ice breath.... Well, does that even count as magic?      Either way, there's a lot for the cleric to process even with ninja being chopped up, frozen, fried, or otherwise dispatched of left and right. Sanary blinks slowly as Gawain's music actually seems to be working, and Yari's illusion magic might even be a little too effective as it throws the cleric off!      Of course, by the time she even realizes what's going on, the Au Ra's taken a sword through the chest. Her eye goes wide, there's a brief moment of silence, and another enraged shout erupts from the (relatively) short healer. Unlike the previous one being one of amusement and excitement, however, this one contains nothing but rage and bloodlust. Raising the riot shield to defend herself and Inga from the falling shuriken, she directs mana into her gunaxe as she levels it at those ninja and starts firing Psycho Power-infused blasts of lightning at them rapidly. Once again, it's quantity and sheer size over accuracy and quality for the enraged healer! 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' Well, Sir Gawain's diplomacy has failed. As he notices Sanary, he waves, but he sighs. "I only have 'Let's Get Back Together' music on this CD! Let's see...". As he starts to go through his playlist notes, the Knight spots the entranced boar, and stops messing with the boombox. Moving it around a bit to make sure that's what is taming the boar, he gets an idea in mind. He's saved an animal from bad people before, and revealed it as genuinely a good creature...why couldn't he do it this time as well? Getting off his bike and moving to the boar, being wary of the combat around him, Sir Gawain reaches into his armor as he speaks to it. "Hey there, big guy! You don't want to fight us either, do you? Well, I think I have something in here you might like..." Rummaging through his pockets, Sir Gawain finds...a half-eaten pack of Fruit Snacks! Pouring the Fruit Snacks onto his hand, he tosses them up and towards the boar, as he smiles. It's a very authentic and happy smile, and it is obvious that Sir Gawain trusts those around him to succeed in their fight. "So you like this song, huh? I have other good songs I could show you, once this fight is over, if you'd like to come with me!" However, it is not clear if the knight understands that the boar probably doesn't speak. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Lowering her hand, Ferham seems momentarily satisfied that the combatants have been sufficiently given the cold shoulder. In th emeantime, she turns her attention on the large stampeding and rampaging GIANT BOAR that barrels down on the people in the square. Trying to assist others in not being crushed by the giant boar, Ferham attempts to wrap her whip around the forearm of the boar, though this is perhaps an ill-fated plan as she had /greatly/ underestimated the creature's weight and strength, likely getting pulled off her booted feet by the rampaging creature.      "Yari!" Ferham is aware thanks to what she's seeing in frenzied flashes from being dragged along by the boar that something's happened to Yari, did she hear her fall? Shit shit shiiii--she digs the heels of her boots into the ground as she begins throttling her gravity drive to bring her downwards, trying to anchor herself to terra firma and bring the boar to a stop! 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' We've got ambushes ambushing ambushers being ambushed! A second group appears just as quickly as the first goes down, but this just makes the Stalker all the more amushed. Blades clash with blades, and a few nin even succeed in making notching blows, but it would appear Mantigora is only fighting on the defensive? But appearances are all too unreliable. Every ninja that gets close enough to strike at her steps within the boundries of the subversive energy field that switches on from her nanotech. The creeping, tingling sensation is easy to miss in the heat of battle, especially when you're dealing with the likes of those wicked battleclaws Mantigora sports. When Mantigora detonates the energy field, sending every ninja that's been tagged by it hurtling in various directions with the electromagnetic explosion, that's pretty hard to miss. There's a brief reprise as the nanoskin starts to seal up wounds and rebuffer her personal e-shield. There's a few giant summoned beasts stomping about the battlefield, but there's a lot of people present to deal with that. Mantigora instead takes notice of the ninjas flinging their poisonous projectiles from the buildings. Inflict their enemies with poisons and debuffs so their tanks (in this case giant boars) can shred them apart on the frontline. It's a fairly standard tactic where she comes from, both of the forces fighting over Nexus keep Espers and the somewhat misnominered Medics in their military ranks for just such reasons. Instead of getting entangled with the boards Mantigora backs off to the fringes of the fight, getting out of the direct line-of-fire of the projectile flingers. She triggers a signal protocol in her datacron, and moments after a crackle of spacial distortion a heavy military locker thumps to the ground next to her. Mantigora gives it a kick to open it, and pulls out a futuristic rifle. Turning back to the battle she gets down on knee to brace herself, patchs her HUD into the digital scope, and grins. Several sheering red bolts of energy buzz through the air at the poison projectile throwers as Mantigora uses her former military training to snipe them with the high powered rifle. It's a nasty reminder that the bounty hunter -is- an ex-soldier elite. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga looks to the bodies, shaking her head somewhat. No time to spare more thoughts for them. There's still plenty occuring. Like a giant boar or two running rampant. It seems Sir Gawain has somehow subdued one with music, but the other is still very much a problem, not to mention the two ninja who-- Are here to take out Yari. Inga gasps as she turns to the girl, watching her impaled. She has to focus on Yari. She needs wards, and now, healing. There's a small sharp pointy thing being thrown her way however. Inga raises a hand, a word on her tongue to fling it away but Sanary is quicker, rasing a shield to stop the projectiles. "Appreciated!" Inga cries to her, then reaches for the knife at her belt. She pulls and and quickly drawns blood from her hand, flinging the crimson liquid toward Yari. It mists, covering Yari in a semi-transparent bubble of red that shimmers with gold. A ward, one that does double-duty. It will also excellerate Yari's natural healing ability. Inga hopes that it will be enough for now. Now, for a charging boar...kill it, or attempt a charm? Too much madness...she'd need its attention to calm it, and then it may well gore her before she could charm it. No, death is the only answer. Make it quick. The wound she'd opened in herself still streams blood, beginning to coagulate as Inga weaves her anima, liquid pooling together, becoming solid, forming a boar-spear. A large one. Even with her regenerative powers the wisewoman grows pale from the sheer amount of blood needed to form the spear. She flicks her hand then, spear flying to follow her will. She'd seen a boar killed before. She tried to bring the spear down with enough force to sever the spine. 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''      Facing his opponents calmly, Archer steps forward to try and keep at least one ninja in front of him at a time - and in front of the others to obscure their line of fire. He feigns openings in his guard for them to lunge at - assuming they would take advantage of obvious openings like that, he would counterstrike whoever took the bait, black and white flashing in the moonlight as wrought steel meets the weapons or flesh of his attackers amid the swift exchange.      And when Mantigora enters, the bowman ops to keep her back covered and let her cover his - if he was going to have members of the Confederacy as allies for this, best to take advantage of that, at least until the last of the ninja are felled; "You watch the shadows, I'll watch the rooftops." h Hopefully that arrangement will let them get through relatively unscathed, with Archer bounding back up to the rooftops afterword to provide support for the rest of the group.      As soon as her own targets are down, Rin likewise begins shifting aim to the pair of Au'Ra, though she is taken aback when they summon forth a massive boar as an attack familiar. Cursing darkly, she draws forth a handful of gems - three total, all clasped between her fingers.      "Sechs, in Flu� Ein Halt. Funf, drew, vier. Der Riese und brennt das in Ende!"      Archer has just arrived to the rooftops as Rin hurls her gems at the boar in an attempt to blow it away, the Servant summoning forth his bow as the black, coming spirals of the Hound of the Red Plains takes shape in his hand.      However, Master and Servant both take note of what seems to be the altering of reality around them for a moment, the biggest change being the dispersal of the lake from their view, with Archer belatedly noting the effect is not vastly different from the creation of a Reality Marble.      ...      And then Yari is stricken from behind by a blade.      Archer sees it happen - too quickly for even him to stop, even if his priority wasn't on defending his Master over the Confederate.      But his bow /is/ brought up and aimed as one of the twins is in the process of withdrawing her sword... and their staying behind to stab at her already-slain form is their mistake. A mistake reflected in his own Master, sadly, the bowman wincing inwardly as he hears Rin scream Yari's name and rush forward, likely intending to use a prana-gem to try and reverse the trauma.      She really had softened up considerably from the Grail War... and Archer knew he hardly desired her as a Master.      All he could do... was end the threat to her and Dun Realtai the ninja represented. And perhaps let Yari's daughter have some peace in that her mother's killers wouldn't be walking away. That is the mentality behind Archer's gaze as he fires his bow-      ... and world freezes for Tohsaka Rin, eyes widening in a mix of shock and horror as Hurnting embeds itself in one of the twins - straight through the chest of Yari Takane's falling body. 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''      ...      ...      It's not registering for Rin - Archer can tell even from his vantage point overt he chaos, and over the assumed curses being flung his way by his allies, Union and Confederate alike most likely. But he pays that no heed - instead he directs his focus to the boar raging in the town, so as to drive it back from Rin with his arrows.      He has to... for now his own Master is obviously in no state to defend herself from it.      And for Rin... Archer's assessment couldn't be more true.      That didn't just happen - it's the sole thought running through Rin's mind, heart clenching and breath freezing as she fails to register the blood of both Au'Ra splattering across the side of her face, the Tohsaka magus left in numb disbelief at what her own Servant has just done.      She's moving, but she's not seeing anything - not the battle, not the boar, not even Yari's corpse as it is now impaled, and likely pinned to one of the two assassins, by the pitch-black form of Hurnting jutting out from her chest like some grotesque protrusion of bone.      All Rin can see is Linh's face in her minds eye, asking where her mother is when someone must tell her what's happened here.      ...      And then a rage rivaling Sanary's comes to light in her eyes - but it's directed at herself. Cursing herself for not keeping an eye on the woman who was the clear target of this mess - cursing herself for having a Servant who would do something so callous and cold in the midst of battle to someone's corpse - cursing herself for having not been able to see what Archer was doing while distracted-      Cursing herself for not even being able to do her damn job and protect someone - not just as a member of the Union... but as a human being.      It's for that reason that Rin, ignoring the pain of Hurnting's edges tearing through her glove and the battle around her, grips Yari's body and all but pulls her off Hunting - and off the assassin if the latter is still pinned to the arrow - even as she flings her reinforced arm at the other twin.      She doesn't know if Inga's wards, Sanary's healing or her own gems, even if all pooled together, can reverse both the knife-wounds or what Archer has done here. She doesn't know if some miracle can or can't be done in the time left.      But none of that matters. She won't leave her. Even if it kills her - even if /nothing/ can be done now to save the Au'Ra because of her Servant's actions - Tohsaka Rin refuses to leave Yari Takane like this, regardless of how little the two knew each-other. Not after this.      She was supposed to protect her... and she will. Even if all she can do now is protect the body, so that, if nothing else... her daughter can see her off in a proper burial. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The two ninjas are having a bad day. Dorian's aim with his runes prove true, and a barrage of fire lashes out for the two ninja! The younger au'ra makes sevearl hand seals, countering the fire with a burst of water that fills the area with smoke! The older ninja, however, isn't so lucky! Her right leg gets burnt, and she can't leap away just yet! INjured, but still up, though at least no longer shuriken'ing people! Gawain's charisma and innate...Gawainness seem to win out! Pulling out those snacks, and offering them to the boar, the creature looks in suspicion at this odd man in his festive clothing and armor! But he has delicious food! And music! The boar almost seems intelligent as it mulls over food versus devouring a knight. But the knight of the sun's cheer and good will wins out, as does the power of high fructose corn syrup. With odd gentleness, the boar starts to scarf up those snacks, before peering at Gawain once more. The giant creature lays down, rolls on its side, and presents it's belly to Gawain! Snort! It's eyes demand belly rubs! GIANT PIG THING GET! 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Sanary's rage shines true! As she fills her blade with psycho power and lets loose with bolts of lightning at them! Her shield holds, protecting Inga from any shuriken, as well as the rest of the group in general! The younger ninja stumbles, taking several blasts, sent back flying off of the building and into another, crashing through a window! There's no sign of the ninja for the moment. Ferham has one /heck/ of a ride as her whip strikes true, wrapping about a tusk entirely as she avoids being impaled! Instead, she's brought for a long ride, the creature skidding around as her gravity drive causes it to slow! Then suddenly, it's feet leave the ground, and it's /tumbling/! If Ferham or the rest of the group isn't quick, Ferham will be cought up and rolled over by the falling boar! What will our red-clad heroine do!? Unfortunately for Inga, her well-placed and utterly massive blood spear lashes out, but just as the creature loses its footing! Instead of striking the spine, it rips into the creature's underside, slicing through in at an angle. Blood fountains from the beast, and it cries out, screaming in pain and suffering. It's wounded, likely mortally by the blow, but alive for now. And it's thrashing and trying to come to its feet, endangering those in the plaza as it rolls about, near to crushing anyone it gets close to! With Servant and Bounty Hunter finishing off their ambushing ninja, the two seem to have somewhat similar ideas. Mantigora's intial sniper shots take out the few remaining non-au'ra ninja. It's her last shot that truly counts. The single remaining visible ninja raises her right arm, ready to retaliate against her foes using Yari's body as a shield, but then that powerful blast comes her way! That arm gets severed at the shoulder clean off, not unlike her younger associate she just murdered. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Inga's wards and healing her the au'ra's body, but there's a discouraging lack of a response. That body starts to topple with the injury of it's attacker. Indeed, she's far too late. Archer draws his arrow, and it flies true. If Yari wasn't already mortally wounded, the light truly fades from those eyes as her chest is struck straight through. Yari and her attacker are pinned together, the two falling lifeless in a heap below the building. Rin's efforts wrest Yari's body from the assassin's, not a single sign of breathing as the ninja rests in the magus' arms, bleeding and getting kimono and Rin's clothes alike wet. It seems as though Rin might have one more tragedy on her hands after all. At the very least, those thrown gems erupt upon the flailing boar, sending it reeling once more as they erupt. On it's very last legs, the creature tumbles to its feet! It starts to charge the group in its death throes, looking to crush them under foot once more! The hostage, at the least, meets her end under one of those feet, the dog kennel crushed utterly Squish. Hopefully no one was nearby. A shadow slips out from that building where the last au'ra was knocked into by Sanary, using the distraction to escape. The youngest ninja cries, her sisters dead, and even the death of their traitor not enough to ease the pain. It's likely why she doesn't even notice as another shadow slips up from behind, grabs her neck, and covers her mouth. Thirty seconds later, she falls limp, unconscious, and the shadow starts to tie her up. Just as the rampaging boar is near the group, from a nearby alleyway, another shadow moves and something small whips out from the darkness. A kunai flies for the boar, something small attached. It explodes, noxious gas whipping into the boar's face, acidic poison halting it's advance, vulnerable to the heroes and villains gathered! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham thankfully is able to retract her whip from being around the boar and recover from the tumble she's been pulled into, attempting to flip up into the air, though her wings are clanged against the ground as she tumbles--managing to vault into the air and recover by pushing her gravity control drive into action, suspending her in the air. "Damnit, what happened to Yari?" her first thought apparently, her wings readjusting as she rights herself.      In order to put an end to the now rampaging boar, Ferham hovers above the square, preparing what seems like a large block of ice in the air with her cryogenic systems, expelling cold energy from her gloved hands and letting it fall--with a little luck, it may be able to knock the creature unconscious. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary's gunaxe-based lightning spree comes to an end once she sees something even more terrible in the distance: Yari's body being impaled by Archer's twisted sword spear... Projectile thing. Although she's not quite sure what it is, she's seen it enough times to know that only he could be the source of that weapon impaling both Au Ra together. Did he really just...?      Time seems to slow to a crawl for the cleric as she just watches the two falling, her brain barely even registering everything else going on around her. It's only after that boar stops in front of them that she even thinks to move again, pumping magic into the AANS to... Fly right over that boar and completely ignoring it as she heads for Yari and Rin as fast as humanly possible. She lands rather clumsily by the two in her haste, nearly falling flat on her face as she hurries to check her condition with Rin.      "This... I-I've seen this before. It's... It's illusion magic. They... They did this last time, too." Perhaps it's shock, disbelief, or an attempt to delude herself, but at least the cleric isn't giving in to pure rage just yet! She starts glancing about rapidly, trying to catch sight of any potential perpetrators not clad in red coats. She does look positively panicked, though, the hand clutching her gunaxe paling from how tight her hold is on that weapon. "We... We just need to find them. Where Yari really is and... And the assholes that think this would work again!" 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Not a complete failure, it seems. Dorian notes the hostage being crushed underfoot by the giant pig thing. So even if Yari was lost, there's that. And with luck, the assembled Elites will be able to eliminate all of these ninjas here. So at least the clan's victory will be extremely costly. Not that it's going to be much consolation to Yari's daughter.     However, even if that pig is on its last legs, it's still 'on the hoof', so to speak. Dorian seeks to cure this. Hopefully Ferham's ice anvil will stun the beast long enough for this. He will place another of those glowing glyphs underneath the boar. It will take about three seconds to prime. And then?     BOOM!     Fire EXPLODES from the glyph, enough to launch two full-grown men into the air AND set them alight. The fire, if it hits the boar, will also continue burning in that short fur. Now Dorian's just being vindictive. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga curses as the boar slips and her strike misses its mark, making one Hel of a huge mess. Still, where there is lots of blood about, a blood mage will make do. She's better off letting the warriors handle the rest of that fiasco, and turn her full attention to Yari. Inga scrambles forward toward Yari, seeing the life leave her. "Oh gods," she breathes, slicing herself open again to use her blood magic to pour more healing into Yari, plunging deep to find that spark of life and try to keep it from being extinguished entirely. If it isn't already too late. Sanary says something that catches her attention then. Inga looks up, frowning. She halts her healing in order to use a bit of her blood to draw a quick symbol on her brow, opening wide her magical sight...was she wasting her time? Being distracted? Inga looks around with her third eye, now. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' That girl is going to wish the first shot had been to the head instead of tearing off her arm. For one, she would of been dead and not have to suffer the agony of being shot through the heart moments afterwards. For another, she doesn't even finish hitting the ground from those attacks before Mantigora is on top of her. The butt of the spend rifle is shoved into the ninja's gut to pin her to the ground, with the Draken looming over her. All that mirthful anticipation of the lust of battle? That's entirely gone from Mantigora's expression as she leans down, replaced by nothing but a cold scowl of malcontent that could make demons take second pause across the alien's expression. Even as she pulls an injector from her inventory, and shoves it into the ninja's chest. The biochemical injection won't save her, but it will keep her alive a little longer, and all too aware of the profusely bleeding stump of an arm and lethal shot through her chest remaining to antagonize her. A technique for making one's enemies suffer their final moments all the more Mantigora learned from her psychotic scientist companion. Not to mention Mantigora gives her a slap across the face, letting her fingernail claws painfully scrap the girl's skin. "You disgusting disgrace of a fighter!" Then slaps her backhanded from the other direction. "No amount of hatred justifies using the fallen in battle in such manner!" Mantigora steps off of her, grabbing the back of the ninja's head with one hand and lifting her partway up. "Your filthy hide shall rot in the deepest depths of the hells for your cowardly tactics. But first," she digs her fingertips into the ninja's temples, making sure she can't just close her eyes as Mantigora holds her up to see the rest of the field of battle littered with the dead bodies of her clan. "Your last agonizing breaths will be seeing just what your clan's dishonorable tactics have brought it. Revenge is something to be sought for purpose and honor, not petty jealousy and disguist." And then the body is dropped as she's taking he final choking breaths in prolonged anguish. "Keep that in mind while your spirit languishes in the foulest of pits." 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' Now that Sir Gawain has won it over, he must get it to safety. It's very dangerous here, especially since this is an open battleground. He moves to rub its belly for a few minutes, before moving back to his bike, speaking to it. "I think we should get out of here! It's dangerous, and I don't think the people you used to work with will be very happy about this! But, I can get you more of those snacks when we're home, and I think you'll be happier! Though, if you like beating stuff up, you'll still be able to do that sometimes too!" The Knight of the Sun grins cheerfully, as he waits to see if the boar will follow him. And then, aiming his bike at the direction of the warp gate, he shouts, giving the boar a name at the same time. "Alright, Lovell! Let's go home! There's a whole new Multiverse out there for you to see!" 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''      As one of the twins falls to Hurnting, Archer turns his focus toward stopping the dying boar before it can try to kill anyone in it's final charge. Seeing Dorian begin prepping a spell, Archer focuses on helping stall the creature, tracing arrows with which to snipe it's legs at the joints and stagger it long enough for the mage's Fire Mine to activate.      If nothing else, it seemed Dorian's flare for magic matched his flare for dress-codes.      However, Archer's Master has other concerns on her mind.      Rin's expression becomes increasingly darker and disparaging as she clasps Yari's limp form. The magus keeps one hand against Hurnting's shaft so that it doesn't get twisted any further, though she's hesitant to pull the arrow free lest the rest of Yari's blood drain out from the gaping wound left behind. Her other hand reaches into her coat to pull out her last three gems in the hope that she can use the prana in them to replace the missing tissue...      It's not enough. Rin already knows it's not enough even well before she pulls them out. These gems are nothing like the one she had used to save her world's Emiya Shirou so long ago - the three gems combined wouldn't be enough to completely restore the damage.      Her breaths are heavy as she moves anyway though, aware of but pointedly trying to ignore how her clothes are being soaked through with Yari's blood, her black leggings and skirt becoming matted and her white blouse turning as red as her overcoat.      Seeing Sanary approach, Rin gives Sanary a focused, yet very concerned look - right now, it doesn't matter to Rin that Sanary's recently ravaged a world for money or been promoted for it by the Confederacy; someone they both have become friends with, even if just to a lesser degree in Rin's case, is seemingly laying dead in her arms right now, and that takes precedence. "I need you to help me. You have a massive reserve of prana - if you infuse it with my gems... I might be able to try and save her."      And at this point, Rin doesn't even care that Chiyo has been crushed to death by the rampaging boar - if anything, some part of the magus darkly comments that it saves Rin the trouble of doing so herself.      ...      However, that soon is expelled from her mind when Sanary says something that leaves Rin stunned, looking back down at the, for lack of a better term at this point, corpse that lays in her lap now, finding herself having trouble accepting the horrible sight - or perhaps hesitant to so quickly grasp the new hope - of Yari's seeming death being just the product of an illusion. But It also brings up another question that tears at the back of her mind.      Did Archer /know/ about this... and if he did, would it have stopped him?      ...      "Are you so sure that it's the work of the enemy?"      Rin goes ridged hearing the voice few people right now probably want to hear, but it doesn't stop Archer from speaking anyway, his words echoing down from the rooftops - though this time, the idea he instils is more hopeful. "If this is a falsehood... perhaps Yari herself is the one who perpetrated it. After all, false deaths are all the more convincing if one's own allies are not expecting it." He actually sounds somewhat approving, if not grimly so, at the possibility that Yari herself cast this illusion magic.      Rin, for her part, looks somewhat skeptically at Sanary, though there's no denying the fact that the magus' eyes reflect that she hopes dearly the cleric's right. She then glances to Inga, pausing at how the latter's magic seems to work but more focused on whether or not Yari is alive. "Do you... sense her, anywhere?"      Of course, as a result of Rin's focus being on Yari's fate, Archer is probably the only one that notices Gawain /riding away with one of the boars/ - and despite the grim situation around them, the Servant of the Bow is unable to keep from inwardly remarking to himself that Bedivere and Saber were likely about to have a very, /very/ unexpected request to expand the stables. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Ferham's swift use of wings and agility and her gravity abilities has her in the air! For a poison-wracked, flailing, nearly-dead boar! But one that's still awfully dangerous. Ferham's cyrogenics form that massive block, slamming down upon the Boar! It lands right on the neck, breaking it, but the massive durable creature still struggles! But it can't move right now! Archer's arrows then piercd it further, ensuring it's going to stay right there! Sanary reaches Yari's body! It's utterly limp, and despite the impressive magic directed at it, the au'ra assassin had been every bit a ninja as Yari herself. It was a killing blow in an instant to the unguarded, and Yari had certainly been that at the time. The boar is met with an explosion to go with its ice, the pure amount of freeze piled on meaning that the creature's body is caught in a horrible situation. It's girth, even with that much fire-power from Dorian, can't overcome gravity and ice-block enough to fly into the air. And yet, a majority of it's body is thrust heavensward! Physics take over, and between all of its wounds, and now the powers of a weight and force directed upwards? SNAP! It's neck utterly breaks, and it's body falls limp in pure paralysis. Not entirely dead, but bleeding out, and completely unable to harm those nearby. Someone is getting a lot of BBQ soon. Lovell is a good boar, it seems. When Gawain implores he follow and rides off in his bike so gallantly and magnificently! (And with seasonal flare!) The creature follows obediently, on the promises of rubs, a valiant soldier to fight alongside, and more delicious snacks! Lovell is a simple being. It's likely how the ninja tamed it in the first place. Inga delves into the world of the spirit with her third eye. At first, it's the usual aftermath of the battlefield. The dead and dying flee to worlds beyond as their fate dictates. For the corpse of Yari? The magic and pure stubborn will has her holding on in a near-death state for impressive amounts of time before her soul leaves her body. All very typical, if tragic. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' What isn't typical, is how that soul doesn't disperse, doesn't flee to the beyond. The scraps of Yari's life flees, seems to hover. And what's more, there are three similar sensations beyond. Near the back alleyways where the remaining ninja fled, there's the feeling of Yari's spirit. At once, it's fake, and yet real. Something akin to a golem meant to reflect the real thing, and yet at once possessing a part of it. Should Inga search further, she'll note another such feeling to the north, and then one to that alleyway suspiciously from the direction that kunai with noxious gas came from. That invisible tug of soul hovers, and finds its destination through willpower and what can only be a strange form of illusion magic that bleeds into reality itself. And the shadow in that alleyway releases its magic. Inga's vision might note those two other bodies falling limp, whatever was holding them together returning to mere illusion. Those magically sensitive in the party? Would feel a great work of magic being released. Mantigora, meanwhile, thrashes her opponent. The ninja can't talk, too close to death, but that injection has her feeling every moment of suffering. Yet, she smiles all the while. It's mocking, triumphant, as if no matter what pain is inflicted? She still won! She killed the traitor, and avenged their master as she swore long ago! But that look fades as her head is held out towards the dead and dying. From the alleyway, someone thump-thumps their way out of the shadows, coughing and limping in exhaustion. The sound of an umbrella holding up a figure can be heard, and then two people in the party feel something in particular. For Sanary Rondel, there's a familiar hand pulling her into a hug. For Rin Tosaka, there's a scaled tail wrapping upon her shoulder and squeezing. The ninja Mantigora had been torturing falls to despaire as she sees this act, all of that victory draining into pure disbelief and shame. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' She had lost, her friends dead, and all of her efforts for naught. That tail on Rin's shoulder gives one more squeeze, then pulls the fallen radio from the corpse of Yari's ear and into the figure's own. She speaks, hacking and coughing weakly as she fights horrific mental and physical trauma from her works. "...I'm flattered that you think I'm that talented now. It was a lucky coincidence at best, and a foolish kunoichi's fatal mistake at worse. I was lucky." Yari Takane stares at her own corpse, and shudders. "I'm sorry for the scare. It wasn't intentional." She keeps staring, even as she tries to comfort those around her. At the very least, it seems, her deception wasn't an intentional one. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Still moving mostly on instinct and trying not to just freak out on teh spot, Sanary braces herself against the riot shield before starting to channel her mana again. Raw energy flows from her into Rin, Inga, and Yari, leaving the cleric-turned-battery with no time to do anything else. No time to find out or even wonder if she was actually right, no time to level any questions at Archer, and no time to catch any stragglers trying to escape.      No time to notice Dorian frying up that boar, Gawain leaving with his own, nor Mantigora making someone wish she was one of those boars instead of herself, either. It's just raw power flowing from her to Inga and Rin, possibly giving them more magical energy in their reserves than they'd know what to do with!      Alas, her attention is so focused on the task at hand that she doesn't notice immediately when there's a hand pulling her into a hug. It's not until after she actually hears Yari's voice again that all attempts at trying to maintain her composure fail almost immediately. "Holy.. Y-Yari! How'd you-I what you... I-I was actually right about that? I thought I lost you!" She's laughing, she's crying, she's cheering, and... She's redirecting all of her energy into Yari this time around. She's not taking any risks this time around! 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' What Inga sees with her Sight is rather confusing. It takes her a moment to actually understand what is happening. Once she does, she looks impressed. She smiles. "Very good," she says, shaking her head. She stops trying to pour healing into the dead body. The body that just was Yari's, and in some way still is...but that's not entirely new to someone like Inga, either. The wisewoman stands, nodding to Yari. "Well done," she says. "Now...if anyone else needs healing..well, give me a moment and I will tend to it," she says. She's lost a lot of blood. She needs a taco first. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' ... Mantigora couldn't of timed that reveal better if she had been in on the illusion. But watching the brief moments of pleasure drain from her victim's features as the ninja's dying thoughts are just how terrible of a mistake they made, and FAILURE on top of that, is still quite satisfying. For her part Mantigora has resumed her usual impassiveness, even if it takes all of her training to keep up the appearance. "Well, we know who truly is the better ninja now." 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Though Dorian doesn't have anything like a true magical SIGHT, he is indeed magically-sensitive. So he feels the release of magic. The dead boar is quickly forgotten as Yari reappears from the shadows, looking much worse for wear. He smirks in her direction. "Well that's something," he states. That had looked weird magically, even if he didn't know exactly what was going on. "But what better deception than one even your allies aren't aware of, hm? Less chance of one of them blowing your cover, I suppose"     No, he doesn't think she intentionally decieved everyone. But that doesn't mean he's not going to still give her grief over it. Particularly about one thing. "My planned 'I told you so' still stands," he states. "Since you '''did''' get taken off-guard after walking right into a trap."     Though, it's then that the smirk mellows, into an actual smile. Albeit a small one. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you made it." 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham finds the boar crippled, and bears witness to Yari's... ressurection. "I was too late," Ferham sighs, walking over to near where Sanary is and slumps down to her knees. She doesn't seem like she's a stranger to death, by this point, but she gazes sullenly at Yari's corpse, but then something seems to happen. She peers over at the sound of the coughing and spies... Yari?      "Did you really die, you silly girl?" she asks, her usually feminine but deep voice mournful, beholding the copy of Yari as if she's not exactly moved by this, yet.      Ferham rose, and is soon trying to put her arms around the new Yari, as if she can't help it, trying to hug her close even if she's already trying to hug others, likely resulting in a femmebot/au'ra/sanary cuddle group, or the like. She doesn't hold the tight embrace long though, looking back at her old body.      "What do you want us to do with that? We should probably take it back to medlab, either way," she moves to carefully shoulder it. 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''      Rin calms herself as best as possible when Sanary pours her prana into her, the Tohsaka magus using the blood from her injured hand to infuse that same power into her gems in the hope of empowering them enough to make a miracle possible.      ...      But then, one happens without her needing to do anything, both Rin and her Servant feeling the release of magic, though Archer is able to see more of what happens from above... and for once, he sees one of the impossible acts of salvation he'd come to scorn being delivered.      Rin freezes up in a moment of amazement and disbelief as a tail wraps around her, eyes glancing down at the corpse in her grip to see it still there, now starting to doubt her senses - was this an illusion or was the body she held the illusion?      However, Sanary's reaction seems to seal it - this is Yari Takane. Still alive, somehow.      It was like watching the enactment of the Third Magic again - the incarnation of the soul into a new body. A process she had seen two imperfect examples of in the past - and had effectively seen a perfected form of it enacted right in front of her. Something her ancestors had wasted away so much of their lives for.      Something she would have killed to give to her world's Shirou, replacing his artificial body with a real one.      ...      All these thoughts come and go in an instant, lingering in her mind as she focuses on the key fact before her. Yet It still takes a painfully-long moment for the tension to bleed away before Rin can turn to look at the Au'Ra, expelling the breath she wasn't even aware she'd been holding in until now and giving as much of a relieved smile as she can manage, given the circumstances. "Geez... as if Emiya-Kun didn't give me enough to worry about. I'm way too young to be fighting off heart-attacks every day." Her expression becomes a bit more relaxed though. "Seriously, though... don't do that again if you can help it. You've got too many people to live for to up and die on them like that."      ...      "Agreed. Miracles are rare in this world, after all... and rarely ever last."      Rin's mood freezes rather quickly at the voice from above - which pre-empts Archer dropping down from the rooftops, mettle-black bow still in hand. However, in spite of his words, he actually does look somewhat relieved to see the Au'Ra is still alive, smiling lightly, though his eyes hold a slight questioning edge to their gaze. "Forgive me for assuming too much of you, then - I was unaware the technique Sanary mentioned was apparently beyond you... though I daresay you accomplished a grander feat today - even I wasn't certain whether or not you were dead."      Some might notice Rin stiffen here - and how could she not? Archer had just admitted he, for all intents and purposes, assumed he'd shot through the real Yari's body to kill his target. Heck, it was actually true in a way - Yari still being alive didn't change that Archer had written her off and fired through her remains just to down her would-be killer.      "Not everyone is capable of what you just did... though I'd question how exactly you came into possession of such an ability. Not to mention what it may have cost to use it" Archer continues, dismissing his bow at this point. "But at the very least, you're alive."      "No thanks to you" Rin muttered bitterly. Archer however simply seemed to brush it off - he felt he'd made the correct choice at the time; Yari, of that particular Yary, was already dead, and downing her killer was the least he could do for her, even if she herself didn't agree. Niceties mattered little in open battle, after all. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Once Sanary's done freaking out over Yari being alive, she finally calms herself down enough to just hug it out with the Au Ra and Ferham. Although her eye is flickering a bit from expending most of her energy, she does manage to direct some towards Inga to give her a little extra boost after using all that.. Blood? Well, hopefully that infusion of magical energy should boost her body's natural blood regeneration somewhat.      She's a little too worn out to remember how blood works. "Got that right, Manti... Aah. Yeah, Dorian's... He's got a point here." She resists the urge to give Yari a light whap on the head, but she'll get one sooner or later after a good night's rest. "That was... That really was just too dangerous." She nods in agreement with Rin while taking another moment to catch her breath and dry her face. Soon, however, the cleric's gaze next turns to Archer.      Strangely enough, she doesn't glare or shout at him. Instead, Sanary's just... Smiling broadly. Too broadly, even. "...Oh. Thanks, Archer. That's great to know." It's almost a genuine smile, but it's definitely not a normal one as she speaks again, this time with her voice coming over the public radio as well.      "... Oh. Hi, Union? Just giving you a heads up that your boy Archer broke the truce shooting a sword through a Confederate Elite. Merry New Year~" 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''      Archer tilts his head at Sanary's proclamation, eyes narrowed a bit in what seems to be more annoyance then anything. "She was already dead at that point, Nothing else could have been done for her."      However... it's obvious one of the pair doesn't agree, the magus glaring at her Servant as her head remains bowed at his ignoring her comment, eyes obscured by her hair. "Is that so? Is that really all you can say?"      "What do you want me to say?" Archer replied nonchalantly, glancing at her in half-curisoity and half-irritation. "I reacted as the situation changed. Yari Takane was, for all intents and purposes, already dead, new body notwithstanding. Ignoring the chance to stop her killer wouldn't have changed that."      "You didn't even try to wait" Rin replied evenly, though her hands - still soaked in Yari's blood - were clenched and trembling slightly. "You didn't even see if she could be saved."      "Saved?" Archer replied simply, sounding a mix of surprised and questioning. "You saw how she was attacked. There was no saving her - even if you had the means to repair the physical damage, repairing her mind would have been another matter. And there was no time for such affairs in the midst of combat. I did the only thing I could - stop her killer from claiming any more lives. If nothing else, neither Yari or her daughter would have to worry about retribution."      Those words are spoken earnestly - and they actually have a degree of honest concern for the young child in question somewhere behind them. He really does seem to believe that stopping the threat to Dun Realtai - and ensuring Linh's safety - was more important then preserving Yari's body. Even now, regardless of if Yari could or couldn't have been revived at that point, it doesn't seem to change the fact that Archer would have considered Yari's assured death- one he already saw as either inevitable or having already occurred - as an acceptable loss to complete the goal.      Yari might have been dead... but Archer would have guaranteed she couldn't be brought back, slim as the chance had been with her injuries, for the sake of stopping the threat itself. 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''      In that instant - the moment Archer brought up the idea that his choice was the best outcome for not just Yari but for her daughter - something inside Tohsaka Rin snapped.      ...      "Anfang."      This time, it was Archer's composure that cracked, the Servant taking a sharp intake of breath as he recognized the words Rin was moving to invoke, the magus having now set Yari's body down and stood up, faint plopping sounds following in her wake as the Au'Ra's blood dripped off her wet clothes. He knew she would resort to this eventually - it was only a matter of time. But it was still going to be an inconvenience for him. "What exactly is that going to solve-?"      "More then you think, you miserable, callous, twisted, heartless bastard!" The explosion of anger was swift and sudden, the magus' eyes reflecting unspoken questions on who exactly Archer wouldn't be willing to shoot through if he felt there was enough cause or justification for it for it, taking a deep breath as the words came forth automatically - "Vertrag... Ein neuer Nagel... Ein neues Gesetz... ein neues Verbrechen."      "What would have had me do instead?" Archer questions, a cynical edge creeping into his voice as he glares at his Master. "Let them get away? Let them continue to pursue their grudge against Yari Takane's legacy? If what she did tonight had not occurred - had she truly remained dead - would you have really let her killers escape to harm Linh just because you now prefer to cling to hope over reason-?"      "SHUT UP!"      The harsh reply silences the bowman as Rin levels a glare that even the dead would rightly fear. "Do you really think you can be so callous? Do you really think that just because this isn't the Grail War that you have more freedom to act?? That you can decide what is and isn't acceptable loss for everyone else now?!" The magus' left hand thrusts forward, the glove being torn off to expose the Command Seals on her skin. "Get this clear - /nothing's changed!/ You are my Goddamn Servant, and that means you do nothing without my permission, you hear me?! Your job is no different from the first day we met; complete obedience to everything I say!!"      The next moment, a pulsating wave of vermilion radiance erupts from the back of Rin's outstretched hand, impacting Archer and causing the Servant to wince as the absolute order - enacted by a magus with four years more training and experience under one of the world's most powerful Magicians - was imprinted upon his existence. As the Servant clicked his tongue in agitation at the events, the glow upon Rin's hand faded, one of the three segments of her Command Seal dulling... though the intensity of her glare did not dissipate.      "I should have done that from the very start. I should have known I couldn't let you just do what you wanted just because you think you know better. We're part of a group, Archer - that means we don't do things alone anymore. And no matter what... we do /not/ consider anyone expendable on hearsay" Rin speaks sternly, coldly, her patience entirely gone. "Living or dead, you will /never/ treat an ally, Union or Confederate, or /anyone else/ that callously, and you will never do anything without getting my approval first and foremost. Do you understand?"      For a long moment, Master and Servant regard each-other silently, gazes locked in harsh glares... until at last, Archer sighs and shrugs, unbecoming of the gravity of what just happened, giving his reply even as he dematerializes from sight, leaving the blood-soaked, emotional magus standing stock-still in the wake of his role acknowledgement; "As you command, Master." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      As Archer speaks, anger appears to be building up in Sanary once again. Anger at his self-righteousness, anger at herself for failing to protect Yari /again/, anger at the mostly-dead ninja surrounding them... If not for Rin's sudden snapping, it's entirely possible that the healer would have made certain that the truce was broken herself.      Instead, however, she's just stunned into silence. She watches the unveiling of the Command Seal, barely able to piece anything together to figure out what's going on, but still enough to sort of understand what had just happened.      Mental note: Don't get Rin angry. Sanary opens and closes her mouth a few times before finally managing to speak up. "...Uh. Thanks, Rin. Good... Good job." 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Dorian watches the display with a look somewhere between nonplussed and disinterested. And when Archer disappears, he looks to Rin. "You didn't banish him, did you?" he inquires. Not being familiar with how the Grail Wars' Servants work, it's a thing he has to ask. "That's a horrible waste of a bound spirit at the very least." 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''      As Rin's emotions fall back into line, the magus contemplates her choices... and finds herself internally wondering - or more like fussing - if she did the right thing burning up a Command Spell for this. While it was true that she was four years more experienced and powerful a mage then she was in the Grail War, a broad order like that was only going to make Archer more inclined to obey her as opposed to outright restrict him.      At the same time though, as she thought it through, Rin rationalized that taking away one of the Command Seals at all was probably the biggest punishment of all - of the three crystalized miracles that they offered, one of them was now lost to Archer. That was arguably the biggest price he'd paid for this.      And hough Rin worried herself that she might have needed that one day, she still felt that she really didn't have much choice. Archer was far too used to acting - figuratively and literally - like he knew what the best choices were. Like he knew what prices should and shouldn't be paid. This was the only real way Rin had to try and get him to start dealing with the fact that he was not capable of making such arbitrary choices anymore.      No matter what he had suffered... Archer didn't speak for everybody. And she wasn't going to let him continue to act like he could.      Letting out one more breath, Rin turns to regard Sanary, something of a more apologetic look on her face. "If I'd done a good job, I wouldn't have needed to do that." Her expression falls soon after - in spite of everything Sanary had done, allegedly or otherwise, the mercenary was an amicable person deep down, just like Shirou said. With a shifting of one hand, Rin tosses Sanary the gems that the Cleric had let her supercharge. "I'm sorry about Yari. If you can, use these to help boost her recovery. And... if it's not too much to ask, please try to get her cleaned up before she goes back to Dun Realtai. Linh has enough to worry about without seeing her mother come home like that." She pauses taking note of Yari's... for lack of a better word, original body, wincing a bit as Ferhim takes it, wondering to herself what will happen now.      After that, she starts walking up to Dorian - making her acutely aware of both the unpleasant way her blood-soaked clothing is sticking to her and of the coppery stench that now permeates her. "It'd be too easy if I just banished him. And it wouldn't solve anything. Best way to say it is that I penalized him for life - he's not going to be able to go against me so easily now."      ... or at the very least, she hoped he'd not do so anytime soon, since having what was basically strings pulling back on you every time you disobeyed an order would be very inconvenient for Archer in the middle of battle. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     "Oh I see," Dorian replies, putting a hand to his chin thoughtfully. The blood doesn't seem to bother him, it doesn't look like. Or maybe he's just very good at acting. "So a lifetime of stout spankings for acting out of line?" He seems perfectly serious about this cmparison. "Fascinating. I don't think that's required of bound spirits from my world. That don't have enough substance to them, enough... well, enough 'self'. Well, not until they become demons, anyway. Then you have '''other''' problems." 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''      Rin's musings - and for that matter, her entire train of thought and capacity for thought, comes crashing to a halt when Dorian makes his... 'comparison.' It even takes her mind off the blood covering much of her body, needing a few moments to process it as she blinks and half-gapes at the mage.      Somewhere, on the other end of her astral tie to him, Rin is sure she feels Archer mentally choking at the comparison between the Command Spell and being 'spanked.' And in any other instance, Rin would be taking amusement from that. But given her own involvement in it, it was far too abrupt and awkward a contrast to do.      ...      After a few moments of awkward silence - though it's thankfully broken by Dorian's expositing on his own world's mechanics for spirits - Rin shakes her head and gives something of an anxious, if not uncertain chuckle. "Y-yeah... something like that, I guess."      After a moment, though, Rin lets out a sigh and gives a small smile to Dorian. "Well, I can't speak for all spirits or the ones from your world, but Servants are usually human spirits summoned back to live and given new forms. So they tend to have plenty of self - or too much of it in most cases as Archer seems to prove on a daily basis."     Looking around at the grim sight of the battlefield, Rin finally lets herself start slowly pulling away from what's left of the town, opting to walk back to the gate with Dorian if he's heading that way. "That has it's own problems, as you can guess." She pauses a moment, though keeps walking on. "Well... if nothing else, I'm thankful nobody died because of that. And hopefully, nobody ever will now." 

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's room in Dun Realtai is much like the one back in the Citadel: a nightstand, a tv, some wall scrolls with Doman sayings and a few ceremonial weapons on the wall. There's also a kunai or two deliberately left in the ceiling above the bed. To quote Yari, 'It's a good reminder'. Yari, for her part, is laid up in her bed in a garishly pink kimono with turtles on it. Her fashion sense is /not/ the best. Still, she looks comfortable, and from the sounds of things Linh has been berating her mother for the past hour. Only /now/ does she sigh, give the tired ninja a kiss on the forehead, and the little girl finally walks out to work off some frustration. Yari reaches over to Constantine, petting the little turtle as he plays in his tiny Turtle Bath (tm). 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary's been hard at work making sure Yari's been as comfortable as possible! Bringing food, booze, extra pillows and blankets, too much of the previously mentioned items to the point that it'd take a small adventuring party to clear through all of it in one night, and checking on Linh to reassure the girl that everything's okay now and nothing can go bad now.      Never mind the fact that Sanary's still wearing the same blood-stained fuzzy armor she had been wearing last night and doesn't appear to have slept well if her sluggishness is any indication. NOTHING. BAD. EVER. Constantine even gets a little bowl of turtle food pellets next to that turtle bath! 

:'''{{#var:573|Mihk Lihzeh (573)}} has posed:'''     A certain Miqo'te is a first time visitor to these parts. Currently bundled up in a heavy robe, thick cloves and a hat that covers her ears against the cold, Mihk Lihzeh approaches Dun Realtai with no visible weapons, save for perhaps the golden glowing familar scampering along at her heel.     She hails down a guard, or a local resident and enquires to the whereabouts of Yari, thanking them for their time once she's received directions.     Approaching the door, the Miqo'te must hop back as Linh comes out of the room, remaining quiet as the girl passes, before peeking around the doorjam into the room proper. "Centurion?" she asks, then blinks as she spots Sanary. "Ah, Captain..." 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' One shouldn't really be surprised to see Mantigora prowling the corridors of Realtai. She still had her suspicions that wasn't the last they would see of those ninjas even if they did obliterate a majority of the clan last night, and with the things they had already done, not putting it past some obsessed psychotic loner trying to sneak into citadel on a suicide mission to try and finish the job. Even if that would be absurd. If there's one thing the Multiverse has taught her, it's that absurd does not mean impossible. So keeping a healthy bit of paranoia wasn't a bad thing. As she passes near Yari's quarters she notes Mihk arriving and Linh leaving, so Mantigora meanders over to see what's up. "Looks like visiting hours have started." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari, for the most part, is a happy lizard. At least as much as one can be in the circumstances. Her sleep has been utterly awful, waking up several times screaming. Her body is in almost perfect condition, but the mental trauma of death and coming back is likely to leave a mark on the ninja for some time. So too, she seems drained, her magic very easily sensed as diminished, if recovering. Constantine lets out a turtle sound of worry for his commanding officer. Yari smiles to Sanary. "...You should consider some rest yourself, Sanary. Don't push yourself too hard." Unspoken words of thanks linger in her eyes. And then, her favorite filthy Eorzean barbarian arrives. There's that usual judging look that's all but become a running joke for the ninja. She's come to appreciate the miqo'te despite their allegiances. "Thank you for taking the time to come here, Miss Lihzeh. Staying healthy and keeping morale high, Ma'am? Come on in." Linh stops as she notes Mantigora. She blinks. "Are you one of Mother's allies?" The odd bounty hunter just seems to reek of the same type of person on many levels to the young girl. Linh is a gifted, perceptive young woman that might have made a wonderful hunter if not for her own Mother's wishes and her own inclinations. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Hearing Mihk, Sanary offers her a lazy wave and appreciative grin. It still feels odd being called Captain, but the grin does widen just a bit. It feels good. "Hey, Mihk. Thanks for coming. Yari's stable now, but... Nn. Keep feeling like I missed something." She chuckles awkwardly and keeps scurrying around the room, checking corners and out windows just to make sure nothing else is hiding somewhere.      Spotting Mantigora, she lets out a relieved sigh before waving the Draken inside. "Hey, Manti. Aah.. Just about, yeah. See any.. Uh. Anything weird out there?" She can't be too careful, after all! Yari's suggestion gets a light chuckle and shake of her head in response. "I'll be fine, don't worry. Gotta burn off all this extra energy, anyway."      She even laughs broadly at that, sounding much more awake than she looks. Did she actually drink coffee for once? 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Mantigora gives Linh a more casual smile than her usual predatory one. "Your mother and I have had fair share of adventures together, yes. Don't worry, this won't keep her down longer than necessary." Then she ducks in the doorway at Sanary's beckoning, shaking her head a bit. "No. Everything seems normal around here again. Hopefully after what happened to them the clan gives up their little plot..." She pauses, tailtip giving an annoyed flick as she briefly scowls. "But revenge has habit of digging in claws and not letting go. Better to be on our guard now than regret it later." 

:'''{{#var:573|Mihk Lihzeh (573)}} has posed:'''     Mihk looks back to Mantigora when she hears the Draken approach. "Ah, Miss Mantigora, good to see you again." she offers, before wandering over to Yari's bedside. "I do what I am able, Centurion."     Sanary's relaying gets the Miqo'te to nod, and she simply sits and provides company... though her mismatched eyes lay on Sanary herself more than Yari, now. "Captain, you should at least rest. Other Elites are present now, we will not allow anything to happen to the Centurion."     Carbuncle, for its part, hops up onto Yari's bed, squeaks softly, and scampers up to cuddle beside the ninja. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari sighs a little, concern in her eyes, but eventually relents. "Well, it's your call. ...I'd probably be doing the same." Indeed, if their rolls were reversed, the ninja wouldn't be able to sleep either. Linh looks at Mantigora, peering, and gives the best /judging/ look a girl her age can give. Then she smiles. "Then I'll trust you for now." She finally decides, then she's on her way. Mantigora gets a flick of her tail and a nod. "We can only hope. The other ninja were definitely mercenaries, and we killed a majority of them. The other one that I took out is back at the Citadel. But there was that one we blinded. I don't recall seeing her." Carbuncle! Yari happily snuggles with the little summon. She's a fan of all things cute, and soon the little thing is hefted to curl up on her stomach. Ear-scritches go! "Do we have any other matters to clean up? I'll admit, I'm a bit worried about Archer. Miss Tohsaka is an opponent I'd fight against and alongside any time, but that man is ruthless. He's a stain on the Union's honor, and a threat to everyone." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary does sound a little relieved at Mantigora's confirmation and Mihk's reassurances, following that advice in not dropping her guard. If nothing else, the cleric can still act as a human shield for Yari and her visitors even in that fatigued state! "Good to hear. I... Uh. Should stop by the bathroom soon, at least."      It's not quite sleep, but a small break is still a break. That'll have to wait until later, however, as she turns to watch Carbuncle with an amused chuckle. "Yeah, we'll need to interrogate that one later. Or just... Have fun with it." She doesn't sound too picky. Sanary's expression does darken a bit at the mention of Archer, however, and she picks up a bottle of water to chug from before scratching her neck.      "That's going to be a thing. I know Rin did... Something to put him on a leash, but I don't know how much that'll do. And he's still an assturd, so... Hn." 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Mantigora snorts sharply at the mention of Archer. While she disliked his desecration of what had at the time been Yari's corpse just as much as the ninjas' actions, under the circumstances she was blaming the ninja's cowardice in using it for a shield for necessitating the action more than the Servant's brutality. This time, at least. On the other hand, fighting alongside Archer also gave one insight to what to expect if they went up against such an opponent. As the elder Vertibreaker often said, one does not have to LIKE the enemy to RESPECT them. "It takes all kinds to fight a war," is all she really has to say in the end, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "His presence is prehaps sign that Union is finally learning they cannot simply coddle every issue into submission." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari smirks just a bit at Sanary. "She's all yours. Just make sure she's still...functional. I'll need to ask a few questions of my own. Plus I want to practice a few interrogation illusions that might be useful later." Pause. "You're really turning into a good interrogator, Sanary." An odd thing to be proud of! An eye closes. Frown. "We'll see how long it lasts. I'm all for depriving the Union of assets, at the least." Then her frown turns to a feral grin. "They could use people with his ruthlessness. I could respect them more if they did. But it's loyalty I question. Well, he's an issue we'll work on when I can actually think well. My head is pounding, and I think my mind's having trouble registering my new body." Nnngh. Cough. By now, Constantine has crawled over to join the Carbuncle-au'ra cuddlepile. The turtle snugs up to his office /and/ the fluffy little summon! Yari makes the mistake of closing her eyes under all of the sensation of concerned friends and allies, and warm pets keeping her relaxed. There's soon gentle snoring. Ten minutes later, a certain Linh joins in, snuggled up to her Mother quietly, just to make sure she's safe. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Mantigora nods a bit. "Everything when the time comes for it. For now you need to re--" And Yari is already out like a light thanks to the snugglepile. "--Well, that's a thing." The Draken turns to amble back to the doorway. "Now would be a good time to take a break yourself, Sanary. I will stay at the door until you return." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Even Sanary has to admit there's some tactical use in having someone around willing to go that far. She's not pleased about it in the slightest, of course, and it's apparent just from expression even though she doesn't actually say anything to that effect in response to Mantigora's observation.      Thankfully, Yari's there to pick her mood right back up! Even if it does involve using healing in terrible ways. "We'll... Yeah, we'll work on that later. You rest up, and I'll... Yeah, I guess I'll try and rest up some, too." She waits until the Au Ra's asleep with her daughter before heading for the door, saluting Mantigora and Mihk on her way out.      "Thanks for coming, both of you. I won't be long. Just gonna lay down back and... Yep." She flashes the two an appreciative grin, then goes back to one of the guest chambers to zonk out! 

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3549/Momoyo Plays Tour Guide

2015-12-27T15:19:37Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' It's been a long day for Yari, having just barely recovered from her near-assassination to be able to walk. But she has an appointment to keep with the Kawakami Academy's headmaster. She's prompt, dressed in a kimono that actually has a modern cut to it, and has borrowed some of the Fed's tech to conceal her inhuman portions. One hour and a well-crafted lie later, she'd emerged from the headmaster's office with what she hopes is only minor suspicion. She'd had to mention she had been a soldier at one time to satisfy the sharp old man. The morning bell rings, and by the time Yari gets to class, she's clad in one of the standard uniforms; white and black blouse, white skirt, complete with the jacket buttoned right up and the missing shoulder portion tied down with a belt. She'd slipped a few weapons in, too, but not too many. She'd hate to get caught again. Stepping into homeroom just on time, the teacher stands up. "Everyone. Please welcome our transfer student, Chiyo-san." In turn, the young woman offers a bow to the crowd, formal. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I look forward to learning together and growing stronger. I enjoy cooking and caligraphy." The teacher looks around for an empty seat! Seems Yari is going to be sat right next to Momoyo for now! 

:'''{{#var:928|Momoyo Kawakami (928)}} has posed:'''      With how permissive Kawakami Academy generally is, it was one of the pioneering institutions to start allowing Multiversal transfer students who had reasons to settle in this universe temporarily or permanently. That meant Yari was instantly popular with most of the student's gazes, aside from being pretty cute but her horns and tail as well.     Classes in Kawakami Academy are structured such that to get in the top-tier classes, students had to pass the most recent exams in the top fifty grades. That meant for this first semester, most multiversal residents were actively separated from Kawakami Academy's geniuses, and were not expected to achieve much early on or advance any grades depending on where they were placed. The fact that Yari placed as a senior and was only going to school for two semesters minus any summer courses she enrolled in was impressive, but likely fit into her initial longer-term plans. This class was class 4-C.     Momoyo was clearly grouchy, likely from some conversation that happened with the Unionites before Yari ended up almost advertising Fed presence to Tesshin directly. Nevertheless, Momoyo's sharp eyes eyed the happy horned Chiyo-chan... around all the areas where she'd strapped weaponry. All the other students had missed it, but Momoyo was a veteran combatant at this point. Many of the other samurai descendants would take similar note but say little since weaponry was a part of most student's fighting styles, as long as school regulation wasn't violated.     "Yo." she greeted you, but was remarkably quiet relative to the destruction you'd watched her cause recently. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Definitely fitting in to her plans, though she still has doubts about that meeting. The ninja is yet young, and she's always been more about assassination than spinning elaborate manipulative webs. She's the grunt-work type of ninja, in the end. At least she didn't have to hide herself. The gazes have been met with a combinaton of glares at those who have been rude, and welcoming smiles and chit-chat with the more restrained admirers. She's hardly rude, and isn't above enjoying being looked at! Thus it is that she's stepped into 4-C with a bit of pride in her step. Tail curling up, legs crossed, she tilts her head. It's Momoyo! She shivers, remembering the pure destruction and how she acted a day or two ago. Very strange, given how gung-ho she had been. She's silent at first, waiting for the instructor to begin, but once they're deep into actual assignments to be done, she finally turns to Momoyo. "You seem like you have something on your mind, Momoyo-san." Comes Yari quietly, not more than a whisper. Yet there's a slight edge of concern there. Is it real or just an act? Hard to tell. 

:'''{{#var:928|Momoyo Kawakami (928)}} has posed:'''      Momoyo shrugs. "Union." was all she grunted. She didn't have to say much more, since she was aware of Chiyo's presence that day but it wasn't a high priority. What her grousing didn't say was whether she got recruited or how or anything like that... most likely the argument was with a high ranking member, perhaps Amalthea herself.     "You aren't the only assassin in this school and many were descended from ninja, you should probably be careful." she quips. Seems Momoyo wasn't much of a note taker as her cheek leaned into her palm, staring dully at the chalkboard... but her knee kept bouncing. She still had pent-up energy and was itching for her next fight evidently. Most likely this morning's challengers were more fodder, as her route to school was very much public knowledge. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Eyes close, and she chuckles. "You should be wary of the superfactions. They can be trouble." She responds, rather truthfully. While she loves war like any child of a conquering nation, the pointless and endless nature of the conflict frustrates more than uplifts her...nevermind some of the people she's forced to call allies, or enemies for that matter. Momoyo might notice a clenched fist for a moment, frustration lurking in her eyes. 'Chiyo', it seems /is/ one for notes. Lots of them. She's been taking them the entire time despite the quiet conversation. There's the slightest of tensing that only someone like Momoyo would notice for a moment. Then she relaxes. "...Am I losing my touch? I'll be wary. That's good, though. It means I really can sharpen my skills." At least that much isn't coached in lies. She really does want to get stronger. A glance to that foot, then higher, and a smirk. Ahem! She raises her hand after putting down her worksheet and setting aside her notes. "Sensei. The nurse wanted to see me, but I didn't get the chance this morning." A small, winning smile. "...If someone could guide me..." Hint hint. 

:'''{{#var:928|Momoyo Kawakami (928)}} has posed:'''      Ume-sensei sends Momoyo out the door with Chiyo to take her to the nurse. She actually didn't whip anyone, which must have meant the strict disciplinarian was taking a liking to her.     Momoyo folds both her hands behind her head, looking up at the ceiling as she walked along ahead of Chiyo. When she wasn't smirking or grinning or surprised, she usually looked like she was glaring at things all the time in spite of her beauty. "Bah, it would have been fine." she grouses. She must have been chewed out over trying to use her Human Bomb technique on Kenji that day, and the sparring match at the dojo from an international challenger hasn't helped. She's also been getting reporters chasing her around ever since the Gate showed, and has had to send more than one crowd of papparazzi flying. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Good thing, too! That would be an embarrassing start to the school year! Slowly, Yari smiles more and more. That grumpy attitude, just how dour she seems today and how she glares at the world! The poor woman /definitely/ ran afoul of some of the Unionites. "They must have really been annoyed." No, Yari isn't leaving it alone. A tap to her chin, just as they make to the hallway that leads to the nurse's office. "You're restless. Is school that boring? Or are you missing the challenge of a fight?" She tries. A woman who fights like that has to be some kind of combat freak, after all. Yari stops near the nurse's door, leaning against the wall. "I really do need to see the nurse, but there might be time for a spar after. I didn't get to see many of your techniques. I want to see more of them, and how I match up against your strength, Momoyo-sempai." She offers. 

:'''{{#var:928|Momoyo Kawakami (928)}} has posed:'''      Momoyo waves dismissively. "Sure. I'd be interested to see what you can do with one arm." she replies, obviously only half-interested. This particular encounter didn't garner nearly as much attention as the previous one, but Momoyo was an easy read. Sharp on the physical details, but she didn't seem too concerned about navigating all the unwritten rules of conversation and subtlety. "I can walk you to the Dojo after school, I'm not going to meet my friends yet today... I still have to explain to them why I'm all over the news, ugh." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' One brow twitches. Being almost discounted in a fight grates against even Yari's very limited self-pride. But she quickly crushes the little emotion, remembering her mission. Not that she blames her: the encounter with those two Unionites was something to behold, and even Priscilla was there! She can still feel the headache. Yari offers a bow. "Your kindness to a new classmate is appreciated." She says, unlike Momoyo, definitely one for formalities when she can manage it. Just before she slips into the office, she smiles. "You really shouldn't make a habit of that. Very, very strong people from the multiverse will come after you if you do. Although maybe you'd enjoy that." In she goes, and after about ten minutes of a checkup and five minutes of explaining why she has healing stab wounds, she slips back out. With a sucker, no less, that she's busily nomming on. Mmm! Slurp. 

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3558/Explainations Owed

2015-12-27T15:18:20Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari looks good for a woman who got stabbed repeatedly and poisoned multiple times not a day or two ago. Unlike her usual attire, she's dressed down in a tank top and khakis, likely oweing to the many bandages covering her stomach. Her veins aren't green any longer, and though she looks tired and worried, at least she's alive. The ninja has rented out a side-room of the village's tavern for the little meeting, a keg of beer and a few bottles of booze ready for those coming. At least she knows how to treat those who care! She's idly downing a mug while she waits for people to arrive, a foot kicked up on a stool. It's the one that got stabbed during the fight. The ninja is rather silent as she awaits people to show up, a small frown on her face. 

:'''{{#var:639|Merlin (639)}} has posed:'''     There's a sudden fluttering of wings at the window, fortunately which happens to be open. Whether or not Yari closed it earlier, it happens to be open now; probably the result of the old, pre-industrial construction. A raven passes through, circling the room a moment before alighting in the beams that make up the ceiling of the room. Surprisingly it's quite out of the way, and doesn't caw or anything - and the raven would probably be quite put out if someone were to chase it with a broom. Maybe it knows Yari's not feeling well, and it's just ducking the oncoming cold for a bit. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' It wasn't the first time someone had come after Yari for nefarious reasons, but this time Mantigora had been away dealing with affairs on Nexus. It annoyed the bloody hell out of her that she couldn't be there. Yes Yari is certainly capable of handling herself, but the ninja was the closest thing Mantigora had to a sister really, and Draken don't let people into their inner circles lightly. Not that any of it shows as she keeps her usual impassive 'professional' expression was she walks in. "Somehow not surprised this isn't keeping you down for long, Yari." Well mostly professional. It was personal rather than business, so she's at least going on first name basis here. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Like Yari, Sanary's got a somewhat serious look on her face as she stands guard for the Au Ra. She hasn't touched any of the bottles, making sure to stay sober while her eye scans anyone coming anywhere close to the entrance of the side-room. As relaxed as she was earlier in the day, she's looking ready to set someone on fire if they so much as move the wrong way.      Mental note: Try fire when she gets back home.      "Looks clear so far... Notice anything weird in the drinks?" She can't be too careful, after all, and the cleric even keeps one hand on the bell at her waist as one of the barmaids passes by! Spotting Mantigora coming in, she offers the Draken a nod and small grin in greeting. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga had heard something had happened to Yari, practically in her backyard (if her back yards was miles anyway). As Yari had always been respectful and kind to Inga, Inga would like to know what was going on and if she could help the woman. She enters the tavern and exchanges pleasantries with a few people, stopping to deliver a small bag of herbs to one of the men at the bar, before she meanders over to the room where Yari is waiting. "Good eve Yari...before anything else, do your wounds need seeing to? Tsk, you should have called for me," she informs her, beginning to remove her cloak and toss it over a chair. 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' Peach and Yari may have gotten off on the wrong foot, but the princess is certainly the forgiving sort and she's mostly found the times they've met lately to be nice and enjoyable. Even so, she's a bit surprised at the invitation to join her for drinks after having been attacked. Still, Peach certainly wasn't going to turn it down, and so it's not long before she comes walking up toward the tavern, hard to miss wearing a simple but no less pink dress, and her crown glittering in the sunlight. Toad of course is faithfully at her side, and the pair enter and Peach offers Yari a friendly wave. "Hello. How are you feeling?" 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''      The absence of Archer the day of Yari's attack was, in all actuality, rather foolish in the bowman's opinion; half was a debriefing report to the Association for Master and Servant to keep their world apprised of relevant events... and possible threats. An additional side-reason was that the Tohsaka heiress had actually been making the preparations to visit her own family when Christmas actually came.      And as a result of the Association being too paranoid to simply leave Archer behind while Rin made the report, both were sadly not present when Yari Takane's life was in danger... though it was of admittedly little consequence to the bowman, seeing as how the woman in question was both an assassin and a Confederate, Dun Realtai resident or not. He bore her no ill will, but he saw no overt reason to be concerned for her life, either.      The security issue it presented to Dun Realtai and to his Master was another matter... and not just from whoever had attacked Yari.      Lead by his Master - whom seemed far more willing to offer sympathy for Yari's circumstances - Archer takes particular note of the Confederate personal, including Mantigora and the recently-promoted Sanary Rondel, who he regards impassively for a moment.      He intends to keep his guard up... from outside threats as well as inside.      The red-clad magus in front of Archer was more expressive though, a nod and glance to those present being Tohsaka Rin's greeting as she took note of Yari's injuries... and cast a curious half-annoyed glance at the crow in the rafters, as if something about it simply made her want to shoo it away.      And of course, the reason for Rin's presence soon makes itself known as Archer comments with his usual cynicism to Sanary - "In all honesty, it wouldn't be her that they pursue now that we're all on guard. If they're capable assassins - and they are if they could get into Dun Realtai - then they'll attack through more indirect means." He crosses his arms as he leans against the wall, glancing over at the injured Au Ra. "I certainly hope you at least had the sense to ensure your daughter was taken somewhere safe-"      "She's fine" Rin curtly interjects before Archer can characteristically pour salt onto open wounds, shooting a rather loaded glare at her Servant. "A bit shaken, but otherwise she's fine from what I know. That answer your question?"      Regarding Rin's glare for a moment, Archer closes his eyes and shrugs - "Aside from why anyone with her background would be so unfair to a child as to raise them while the target of assassination? Then no, nothing else."      Rin looks like she wants to so very sorely berate Archer, but she takes a deep breath and forces herself to stay calm, deciding that -multi-faction relations notwithstanding - now was not the time for this, regardless of whether or not Archer agreed.      Though Archer kept his gaze trained on Yari as if still waiting for her answer, unspoken or otherwise.      Rin herself, after expelling her tension in a quick breath, gives a more sympathetic look to Yari. "Do you have anything you need help with? Living arrangements or repairs? From what I saw, the damages were... extensive to say the least." 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Difficult to find? Perhaps. But Dorian has his ways. Hopefully he would be allowed in. If not, he may be arguing with a guard for a while. He had no intentions of making trouble here. The place just looked familiar, that's all. Not 'familiar' as in he knew the place. But 'familiar' as in, it resembled his world, somewhat.     So yes, he's having a rather strong sense of deja-vu as he walks through the village. And through some twist of fate-- she is a fickle b... MISTRESS, isn't she?-- Dorian happens to notice a side room in the tavern gathering people. He hopes to find a secret gambling room or some sort, and picks up the ale he'd just ordered and strides in as if he's supposed to be there.     What he finds is not gambling, but a familiar face. A few familiar faces, actually. This brings a smile. "Well, well~! Fancy finding you here." He's mainly talking about those of the gathered group that he knows (who will of course know who they are). "Greetings to you all. Whether I know you or not." He bows politely. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Siiip. The little raven gets noticed, but Yari doesn't shoo it out. Rather, she breaks up some bread, and lays it on a table near the window! How thoughtful! Mantigora's appearance has Yari smiling. It's odd for the ninja to be completely open, but she's clearly forcing herself. After all, she owes the people of this village and those that are close to her answers. Plus, she's just too tired to be overly formal right now. "Nnn. I still feel weak. I want to be back out in the field, but my physician..." A turn to Sanary, and a wink. "Demands I recooperate before going on real missions. Glad to see you, Hornsis." Stand! Hornbonk! Speaking of, she turns to the very watchful Sanary. What did she do to ever earn such a wonderful axe-cleric in her life? "No poisons, though I think I need to educate the barkeep in his choice of wine." She doesn't tell the woman to relax. Indeed, Yari is looking more paranoid than usual today. Inga gets a sharp salute. "Miss Freysdottir! Medical and Sanary have kept me alive, but another look wouldn't hurt." No, this isn't the time to act tough. She lets Inga do her work, and even magic-scan her if necessary: a healing rib that had been stabbed clean into, multiple stab wounds in the chest and leg from small piercing objects. Hard wounds, but they're professionally treated and healing up good. That poison, even with an antidote is lingering. It's a nasty paralytic that works on slowing the limbs and blurring eyesight. Yari knows it well, it's her Master's and by extension her own signature poison. Inga might be able to help purge the last bits of it in her blood. Peach gets a smile as well. "Princess Peach, welcome. Recovering well enough. My opponents knew what they were doing. I hope your own affairs have been less troubling." A bar wench gets the toad a beer and the princess some wine! And then /Archer/. Yari looks over, scowls, and really, really wants to throw her mug at the man. But before Yari decides to just throw something at the man, Rin steps in. Her gaze softens at the Magus, but then it's back to Archer. "Thank you, Miss Tohsaka. But as rude as this man is, I'll answer. Because if I didn't, then that girl wouldn't have anyone. Her parents are dead, and I can provide for her. It's true, I should've given more thought to security here. I let my guard down, and endangered my child. But I'm less of a fool now. And the reason someone like me raises her is so that she doesn't follow in my footsteps. She'll become someone proud and strong, to walk in light rather than clinging to shadows. Satisfied, Archer?" And then she finally flicks her mug so that Archer will hopefully get a facefull of beer. "Now sit down and shut up. Get a drink or something, I'm tired of hearing your voice already." She adds, uncharacteristically vindictive. Archer sure can bring out the worst in people. Sigh. A smile to Rin. "I'll be fine. Linh is at Sanary's home for now, and I'll be working on the damage to my room once I'm recovered. I won't leave something that's my fault in disrepair. Though if you want to grab a hammer and some pliers, we can probably at least get the kunai out of the ceiling." A small little smile here. It's Dorian! "Well, definitely a surprise. Mister Pavus, welcome. Sit down, please." Ahem. She clears her throat. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "Alright, settle in everyone, please. Some of you know my background, some of you don't. My name is Yari Takane, Centurion of the Empire under Lord Legatus Gaius van Balesar, current ensign of Confederate Special Forces. I grew up in Doma, the homeland of the Au'Ra. We were conquered by the Empire long ago, and my people added to its strength. I was an orphan, and my mother, a soldier for the Empire rescued me. I grew up in military camps as a scout. Eventually, she saw promise in me as a potential spy and assassin, and sent me to Master Sasori, one of the few old ninja masters. Myself, and four other students trained under him. Poisons, stealth, martial arts, aetheric techniques...he trained us all well. But ninja clans are very insular and secretive. The others didn't know I was a soldier at the time, they must have researched me after I left. Long story short, Master was old. During my final test, after all the others had graduated and left, we had a duel. I won, if barely, but in the end it cost Master his life." A sigh. She takes a long pull of her drink. "After he passed, I returned to service. I tried to keep tabs on the others, and I thought they all died. Obviously not. The ones we fought last night were Chiyo and Tsuki. Chiyo is in custody right now, and Tsuki is wounded, but free. We've tried interrogating Chiyo, but...ninja die before giving up secrets. The other two ninja are Kyoko and Tsukiyomi. They were the eldest and strongest of our group. Master wanted to pass the full secrets of his clann to Tsuki." She then glances around the table. "They want my life for sharing secrets with the Empire, and for killing Master. They might be well within their rights to seek my life, but they endangered my child. I won't accept that. I'm going to find them, and confront them. Frankly, I want this all to end without bloodshed, but.." A shake of the head. "Join me or do not. I owe many of you far too much right now. But I cannot let this go. This is a threat to the people here, to myself, and to my daughter. Come with me only if you're resolved." 

:'''{{#var:639|Merlin (639)}} has posed:'''     The raven pays extra attention to Rin, who can't keep her eyes off it. Apparently it can't keep its eyes off her, but well...with legs and a skirt like that, really, can you blame it? Yes, it keeps an attentive eye on Archer's master, though is content to do nothing more than sit in the rooftops for now. It's totally a normal raven. When Yari breaks bread for it, there's a momentary pause - and then it hops down to get a better angle on Rin's legs er wait I mean to get at the bread. And then Yari speaks, and the bird just sort of seems to watch, pecking away at the treat it'd been given. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Mantigora has assumed leaning against a wall while she listens, arms folded across her chest and tail hooking in a lazy curl around her ankles. The only other movement she makes is to snag a mug off the tray of a passing waitress. Deep backstories are best approached with a strong drink to deal with how long the reaccount can take. Which it certainly turns out to be. "Times change. War makes them change even moreso." She pauses briefly for another sip. "Their anger may not be misplaced... but if they are foolish enough to draw children into their bitterness to get to you, no depth of blood feud is justification for it." 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga nods to Archer and Rin as they approach as well, then turning to see Dorian. "Ah, good evening Dorian," she greets pleasantly. Apparently there's no hard feelings for her getting him arrested. Its a good way to start a friendship, yes? Inga, given the go-ahead from Yari, moves over to give her a quick look over. She looks to Sanary, nodding. "Well done on patching her up...I think there might be something I can do about the poison, but that can wait a bit. It's not something I can do while you're engaged with company," she informs Yari, motioning for her to continue before moving to take a seat. Inga looks toward the raven then, tilting her head curiously...she purses her lips, then follows the raven's gaze to Rin. She then looks back to the bird, and frown. She didn't know a bird could leer. But he's most certainly leering. Inga sighs, shaking her head. She has some idea who that could be. Inga listens to Yari's story, thoughtful. Ninja clans and the way of assassins is completely unfamiliar to her. Strange, but...well, there must have been need for it. Inga taps her fingers against her wooden staff. "If my skills could be of any use to Yari, I volunteer them. To protect the little one," she offers. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      New faces! Sanary gives Inga a curious look as she arrives, then an approving nod once she shows concern for Yari and isn't immediately beset with hidden weapons from Yari. "Heh... Thanks. Still need to figure out a more... Magic-based method of poison-fixing, but I'll figure it out sooner or later." Or cheating.      Familiar faces! Peach gets an easy pass from Sanary, although she does look a little surprised that the Princess is here in the first place. Just when did those two meet? Mantigora, too, gets an easy pass and grin as a co-worker. Rin seemed pleasant enough in their past meetings despite being stuck with Archer, and Archer....      She's got half a mind to try and just drag him out right there, but she keeps her temper in check long enough for Yari to keep herself from doing anything drastic. The beer flick certainly helps, drawing a snicker from the cleric. Even Dorian gets more leeway than him, although a great deal of it is probably due to a good first impression from earlier in the day (and that moustache).      Moustaches go a long way. The bird, meanwhile, doesn't even get a second look, even if she would have to concur with it in some areas.      "That explains the... Hnn. Damn. Sorry to hear that." There's still many mysteries surrounding Yari that Sanary doesn't have answers for, and she'd love to go over to the Au Ra to give her a reassuring pat on the back, but... Well, someone needs to keep an eye on anyone else coming by. "Oh. Uh. If anyone else wants to try interrogating Chiyo, she's still alive. I just gotta... Prep her first."      A pause. "... And have someone watching Linh while I do that." 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' Toad thanks the barmaid and smiles as he sips at the beer, but otherwise remains pretty quiet. Peach listens to Yari's rundown of the situation with an increasingly sympathetic look on her face before nodding in agreement after Mantigora's statement. "There is no way I can turn my back on a request for help like this. If there is anything I can do, for you or your child, I am there." Peach offers with a warm smile before taking a few sips of her wine. 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''     Rin gives a reassuring smile to Yari at the offer, though she herself is a bit tentative - she's arguably not as good at handiwork as Archer... though given the Bowman's inclinations, it would probably be better for everyone if she did. She also gives a nod in greeting to the familiar face of Dorian - "Likewise."      However... the magus seems somewhat discontent with the Raven - was that bird staring at her? Or rather... was it looking at her legs? She suspected it might be a familiar, given what she could tell of it, but if some peeping tom was trying to oggle her. In fact, just to test, she shifted positions in her seat so that her legs were facing away from it a bit more.      And if it followed after her, she swore internally that she'd fire a Gandr at it.      But... other issues arise quickly.      As he listens to Yari's explanation... Archer's gaze seems to sharpen a bit, his outward expression remaining impassive even as his thoughts darken.      It was all too similar. A story he knew far too well - a child orphaned, alone, offered salvation by a person who really had no way to give it and perhaps no longer had the right to... and following the path that they themselves didn't want that child to follow.      And so the bowman replies with to the story with the ending he lived and died seeing - "Children often want nothing more then to be their parents. Oftentimes they do, regardless of whether or not it's what they wanted." He closes his eyes and actually gives an undeservedly-cynical smirk - as if all but advertising his belief that he knows better then her on this. "If her past is filled with shadows, they will cling to her regardless. If you wanted her to be free of that, you had no right taking her on. Acting like you can stop a child from taking after their parent - especially after your attack - is foolhardy... though it's even more so if the parent is raising them as a way to repent for their own sins and failures."      And then... he is abruptly soaked in alcohol. He doesn't even try to dodge the spray of liquid, though his smile falls. Beer dripping off his face, he simply opens one eye and glances at Yari, actually looking unimpressed - "I hope you at least taught your child manners. If nothing else, she'd be different from you in /that/ regard."      And rather quickly, Rin reaches her tolerance level, abruptly standing up fast enough to make the floor rattle with the force of her boots impacting it, the glare on her face powerful enough to pierce steel... though she masks it with an almost sickeningly-polite tone of voice. "Archer... don't you think you ought to keep lookout? You're a Servant - surely you'd be capable of spotting and dealing with danger far easier if you were outside keeping vigil?"      Archer glances at his Master in an outwardly-causal way... but he can hear the unspoken threat in her voice, warning him he's one wrong word away from being muzzled with a Command Spell. Thus, taking the hint, the bowman shrugs and promptly stands up, moving to the doorway to keep a lookout - still within earshot, but removed enough from Yari's presence that he can't easily offer any cynical quips.      And there he stays as both he and Rin listen in to Yari's explanation, the Servant once again feeling that his argument was justified regarding Yari's parenthood, while Rin seems to sympathize more with Yari having been trained as a soldier of war.      And much to the bowman's silent exasperation, Rin gives a rather firm nod in spite of the woman's Confederate leanings and the chaos her 'friend' Sanary has caused as of late. "I'd be glad to help even if it wasn't a threat to the people here." 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Dorian doesn't seem to notice the raven. And no, indeed, Dorian doesn't seem to be at all upset at Inga. He's out, and there's been no trouble since then, so there's no reason to hold a grudge. He offers a warm smile and a bow to Inga. "Evening to you as well," he offers amicably.     He also does indeed find a place to sit as he's bade to by Yari. And he listens to Yari's expositionary backstory. Ah, he remembers Gaius. Pity he hasn't seen the other fellow's forces in so long. There was that one... -- er, never mind.     And he contributes his own two copper, too. "Here, here. A personal grudge is one thing -- I have enough of those to last me more than one lifetime. But I will /never/ involve an innocent in them. And those who do have clearly fallen far enough into the same 'ends justify the means' nonsense that I have so much issue with back home that there's no getting them out."     And then, yes, Archer does stick his foot in his mouth quite epically. Dorian frowns, a perfect 'I am not amused' look. Fortunately Rin disciplines her Servant, and the Altus mage gives a sigh. "Thank you," he says, in Rin's direction. Whether Archer's correct or not, he's being rather insensitive.     However, once Archer is safely out of imediate quipping range -- as Dorian couldn't guarantee one of his own wouldn't have been aimed in the Servant's direction -- Dorian focuses his attention back on Yari. He raises his tankard Yari-wards, in a salute. "Consider my foot ready to kick someone in the arse on your behalf," he offers. "I also know of several safe places I could keep your child, to try to ensure she stays further out of the range of retribution." 

:'''{{#var:639|Merlin (639)}} has posed:'''     Oh, it's an Inga. How marvelous, and she's alone too. Hm. It is interesting, the raven thinks, that there's so many other allies of this half-dragon girl that are already trusted. It says a lot about last night's attack victim. Meanwhile the raven turns a gimlet eye on the diminutive healer, giving an appreciative leer as well. Look. It's just paying attention to her, which gives Rin's position change so much time to be ignored that it's clearly coincidental if she happens to notice the bird looking back.     Oh this Archer fellow is a /treat./ And is so very correct, the raven thinks. How will Yari take in his point? Children do not fall so far from the shade of the tree, after all - the raven's past with the current Lord of Dun Realtai's little blonde snugglebunny prove that, after all. It's going to be interesting, especially after Yari's acknowledgement of the danger to Dun Realtai.     A flutter of wings, as the raven makes its way back up to the roof. Good bread. Great view. And maybe someone's wearing a low-cut shirt, the raven hopes. Having the high ground is so rewarding. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Reeeach. Yari is in dire need of something to cling to, and given she has to remain professional here, the raven is picked. The bird would find Yari scooting over and absent-mindedly petting the animal's head with her tail. Scritch scritch! Mantigora is offered a smile. "I'm fine being attacked for my own actions. It's the price one pays for this kind of life, you know that. But it's as you said. Drawing in a child, and indeed the village here is too much." Inga gets a nod. "I'll see you immediately after this, Ma'am." She offers to the village healer. A pause, and then, Inga offers her assistance. "Thank you. Your healing will be necessary if this goes as badly as I think it will." No, she's not filled with hope that diplomacy will actually work this time. Sanary gets a weak smirk. "Definitely...make sure Linh isn't around. She's been traumatized enough." Sigh. "You two should definitely work together. It would enhance skill and morale, I think." Nod! Always a soldier, this one. Peach's sympathy is met with a small smile. "Thank you, Princess. Can Linh visit your home? A place of real peace could be good for her right now." And with Peach at the helm, she can feel the girl being /safe/. Archer's tale and question in turn has Yari pausing. It strikes her deep, and only after closing her eyes for a good three minutes does she manage to not simply try to strike the Servant dead. That's definitely a killing intent the entire room likely just felt though. Archer has just tread on sacred ground. That murderous look doesn't fade when they open again. "...Well. I won't say you are exactly wrong, most of the time. I certainly wanted to be like Mother, and so, I willingly chose this life. But that's the difference. Linh is special. She wants to save lives. She knows what I am doing is wrong. She wants to be someone who saves other people without killing them. Not like what I do. Fine. Think me a fool or worse. But if you spit on my daughter's name and morals again, /Servant/, you and I will have a reckoning. Understand?" And then he's quipping. Yari's already walking over, her hand raised to slap the man in the face! And then Rin saves everyone utter violence, and the Servant is gone. Yari hisses, and falls back into a seat weakly, breathing hard and clutching her chest. She might have reopened a wound there. "...Thank you, Rin. For handling him, /and/ this. I do not know how you keep your sanity with that man around. Be careful. He's more cunning than I am." Frown. Nor is Dorian forgotten as she clinks a now refilled mug. With hard liquor. She needs it, tongiht. "I'm glad we agree, Mister Parvus. Your magic will be of great assistance. Great evil can serve good means, but there are some things one shouldn't ever lower yourself to. Please. During the assault I want Linh somewhere that even should we all fail, can't be tortured out of us. I'll leave her in your hands, Sir." And then, the ninja just leans back, looking absurdly tired. Everyone in the room gets a nod and a weak smile. "I won't forget this, everyone. I will find some way to make it up to all of you, on my honor as a soldier and ninja." She salutes the group. Thunk. Back into the chair. That's blood on her bandages. Nnngh. "...Sanary, INga? Can you two help me up? I think I need your skills and rest more than I thought." She swallows the rest of her drink, and will likely have to hobble out with the help of the two healers! 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga watches the exchange between Yari and Archer, one eyebrow slightly raised. Bit of tension there, hmm? Inga motions for Dorian to sit nearby her. She should have gotten a drink it seems. Inga looks back to the raven to find it leering at her now. She gives the bird a very knowing look. Oh, she knows who you are alright. Back to Yari..."Of course, I will also help with Lihn if needed. I know she does so love to play with the goats," she offers. Then she is called on for helping Yari, and so goes to do just that. "Very well, lets get you to somewhere comfortable," she says, bidding farewell to any who are leaving. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' There is an audible metallic crackle as Mantigora moves her free arm just enough to safetly let her battle claws slide out of her forearm, angling just past her face. Which just makes the predatory smile she responds to Yari's with all the more sinister. Or maybe she's smiling at the way Yari responded to the Servant like that. "When it comes to deal with this matter, I will make certain my schedual is open this time." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary's certainly looking significantly more relaxed at the outpouring of support. Between the offers to keep Linh safe, to help Yari recover, and even to track down the culprits threatening them... She's actually feeling quite good about everyone here!      Well, almost everyone. She grins at Yari and nods, moving over to help her with Inga. "Sure thing. We'll get you back up in no time, and... Goats? Huh. I should show her the pigs some time, then..." 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:''' Peach nods to Yari's request. "Of course, she is welcome any time and is free to stay for as long as she likes, and of course I will do everything I can to make sure that no harm comes to her. Hopefully these other ninja are only after you, and wouldn't seek out Linh if she isn't with you." Peach poses with a serious tone, not wishing to have to fight anyone who gave Yari such a beating, knowing what the Au Ra is capable of. 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''      As the animosity that was thick in the air dissipates, Rin finally sighs and lets herself sit back down, looking somewhat concernedly at Yari as the Au Ra winces, worried - no, /certain/ that Archer went too far this time. "I'm sorry for what he said. I try, but he really is a twisted jerk sometimes."      Dimly, she wonders if anyone would ever suspect Archer's past... or if they would even believe it if they knew the white-haired Servant's ties to a certain red-haired idealist.      In contrast to her reaction to Archer's words, Rin gives a rather satisfied smile to Dorian. Like him, she takes a cup and raises it, though only as far as to elevate it off the table slightly in a gesture closer to raising a teacup. "Agreed. And if you ever need anyone to keep an eye on her, just ask."      Once again, the magus - and this time the Servant as well - take note of the learning raven with a degree of suspicion, though Archer's is more idle curiosity then anything else, while Rin's is a touch more annoyance, like the bird is somehow asserting itself as her natural enemy in her mind. She looks almost like she's trying to stare the raven down out of the corner of her eye, almost as if daring it to give her reason to shoot it with a curse.      Thankfully, she's wearing a white turtleneck-shirt, so it's overhead view won't give it any gratifying views... but when it actually starts glancing down and Rin sees where it's looking - or rather glancing for anything 'interesting' - this, coupled with it's prior glancing, makes up her mind. "Excuse me..." The sudden raising of her hand-      "Gandr!"      -and discharging of a red-twinged magic bullet will likely surprise a few... but she's lowered the intensity enough so that if it hits, it will, at best, give the bird a mild lethargy upon impact.      She still doesn't know if it's a familiar or not for sure... but given all the 'coincidences', Rin feels justified in a 'better safe then sorry' belief, before glancing back to those assembled with a smile as though what she did wasn't out of the ordinary at all. "Now, where were we?"      After Yari reaffirms her thanks to everyone, Rin gives a nod and rises with the rest.      ...      However, much to Rin's barely-restrained fury, Archer can't seem to resist one final parting word as they leave, turning to glance at Yari... a rather bitter smile on his face.      "I doubt you'll pay me any heed... but I've learned the hard way that often the only way to save anyone is to kill those that threaten them. If you are going to teach your daughter anything in this life, at least have the decency to not lie to her and say she can save anyone without being willing to kill for it.... or at least, do so as long as you insist she follow my chosen path over yours."      Rin grinds her teeth as Archer takes the smart route and dematerializes into his spiritual state before anyone can reprimand him, the insinuation that Linh's decision is going to make her end up like /him/ one day - that Yari's daughter is a younger version of himself - possibly being a far worse insult then any he'd uttered thus far.      And only far more painful to consider since, to a degree... one could say it was true. They'd just have to know what Emiya Shirou's future could possibly hold in store to make the connection.      ...      A future she prayed she'd never have to see come to pass... for Shirou or anyone else. Not if she had a say in it, at least... and certainly not in the way Archer would deal with it. 

:'''{{#var:639|Merlin (639)}} has posed:'''     Merl^H^H^H^H The raven gets a piece of dragongirl tail! Awesome! Actually it comes as a surprise, as the inauspicious avian starts to make his way to the rafters the sudden petting from Yari gets him to freeze in place. Well, okay, he can permit someone else to preen his fancy form. And then Yari reads Archer the riot act, and it gives Merlin a fantastic chance to examine her butt^H^H^H^H soul - and he finds it (both) quite strong and acceptable. Well now.     With that, it seems the discussion is over - Yari's tail has sadly gone away, and so is Yari herself. Still...the admissions are much to be considered. And Linh wishes to become a healer, then? There's another long look at Inga. Oh yes, the raven thinks, there's plenty of teachers for that. She will be in good hands. Sanary as well; they both have plenty to educate the girl in.     In the meantime, learning what he needed to, the raven decides it's time to go. The threat to Dun Realtai may continue, but there are many allies they can count on - and Yari, and these others, aren't going to try to use the village as a set of human shields. Good. With a noisy flutter of wings the raven takes off for the outside world, giving Inga a glance once more - and this time, if she looks close into its eye, there might just be the perception of pastel-colored shoujo-manga bubbles bursting in the background.     And then Rin totally and completely overreacts, shooting the poor momentarily departing bird with a Gandr shot. The Finnish curse does strike home, though fortunately it's weak and only manages to ruffle a few tail feathers. But really, blasting a simple little birdie? You can't blame the Raven for scoping out Rin's legs - it's not the bird's fault that she's lacking in upper assets. It must be hard being so unendowed, thinks the raven as it flaps off raggedly into the night. 

:'''{{#var:774|Dorian Pavus (774)}} has posed:'''     Dorian notices Yari's state and frowns. "Do be careful," he cautions gently. "Don't let anyone upset you enough to hurt yourself right now. Not that you can't take it -- you seem the tough sort -- but you expend more of yourself on those situations than they deserve." The mention of Dorian offering safehouses gets a nod. "I'll speak to an associate of mine, and then I'll give you a couple of safe locations," he says. "It shouldn't take long to get a few places in mind."     Inga mentions goats, and then Dorian speaks up again, this time teasingly. "Very good, but you might want to wait on the sacrifices until she's old enough." Yes, he's kidding. The wry smirk on his face is proof of that.     Princess Peach's comment gets a frown from Dorian. "That would be an extremely stupid mistake," he says. "I'll only speak for myself, but there are several things I take extreme offense to. Placing children in harm's way to get at their parents is one of them. Let them do that, and I will let them know the meaning of fear." A Smirk. "That is, if I'm given the chance. I have a feeling I'd need to take a number and get in line." 

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3567/Gardening Club Gone Wrong

2015-12-27T15:17:16Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Lesson of the Day: Never buy seeds from strange multiversal men in trenchcoats. Kawakami Academy, and more specifically, it's small greenhouse area has been taken over by the newly minted Botany Club created by one 'Chiyo'. To those of a more factional bent, many would know this Au'Ra as Yari Takane, soldier and assassin. There's a small gaggle of four other students, two young men and two young women, in the local school uniforms. They're all digging holes on their hands and knees, planting some of the seeds Yari's brought. Two more students walk in. "Heeeeey, Botany Club! Let's give this new serum a try!" Calls out a blue-haired girl in glasses. It's the Science Club. Before even Yari can react, there's an entire pitcher of bubbling green liquid tossed onto these highly suspicious seeds. Thirty seconds later, the greenhouse roof explodes, vines rip out from it with all six students held in vined plant-limbs, and this horrible three-eyed, razor-jawed creature rises as high as a three story building. The local headmaster is going to be /pissed/. Yari has barely managed to cut herself down with a sharpened gardening spade, but with so many limbs flailing at her, she can't effectively attack the giant monster! She calls out both over local radios and over the multiversal one. Kawakami Academy needs help! 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute, normally, would not really have much reason to respond to an accident at a school. Really, why would he? Sure, it could get him some cred, but generally, there is just not enough reason to gain from this. But, when he heard the call for help, and got hints that Yari was involved in this incident? Lute had to respond.      ...Besides, it has been a /long time/ since Lute has flirted with schoolgirls, and acts of heroics like this are a great way to show up.      Lute appears on scene, and in /style/. He has decided against bringing Mr. Crabs along today. Instead, he is riding onto the scene on an adorable little monstrous ghost ship risen from the angers of war, the I-Class Destroyer, Imima. He surfs upon its back, his labcoat flowing behind him dramatically. A santa hat rests upon his head, and his arms cross in front of him. Flying along with him, high in the sky, is an array of Unown placed about to spy down on the situation.      He instantly regrets not bringing Mr. Crabs, upon seeing the giant plant monster. He stares a little at the three story tall plant monster, frowning at the side of his mouth.      He pauses for a moment, and smiles. He reaches into his pocket. As a Pokemon Trainer, he always is prepared. Pokemon are often animals who eat plants and meat. But, some of them are a bit unusual, and have other favorite foods.      "HEY! GIANT PLANT MONSTER! I've got some Miracle-Gro (TM) for you!"      Lute holds up a pod of Miracle-Gro (TM), showing it to the plant monster. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "Wh-... what in the... this... this is some kind of joke!" Exclaims a black-clad human-sized fairy boy swooping through the air at great speeds. KIRITO had just left the Warp gate and taken to the skies... and it didn't take him long to see the source of the trouble.     The young man's just STARING. GAPING.     He's seen plant monsters plenty of times before. Slain hundreds of them. Maybe thousands! He's lost count.     NONE OF THEM WERE THREE STORIES TALL.     A part of him winces. "Good thing Silica's not here..." She's just never had any good luck with plant monsters. They're her bane!     He arrives just in time to see Lute's... crazy plot. The Spriggan's shoulders sag and hands desperately clutch empty air at his sides. He leans forward, only able to look on in amazed horror. Oh heavens. WHAT is Lute thinking?     "That guy, he's always making trouble!"     Yet... Kirito chides himself, Lute might have a point. It is a REALLY BIG PLANT THING. ... But maybe, just maybe, it isn't atually HOSTILE. Maybe it's just a plant thing. 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:'''      Peach heard the call and since she happened to be in the area, she came running, or rather, riding on the back of her trusty Yoshi, figuring it's appetite might come in handy in this particular situation. Once she gets close however, she sees just how out of hand the situation has become with the plant.     She arrives just in time to hear Lute offering it something he's calling Miracle-Grow. Her eyes bulge in surprise at what she hears and calls out to him. "Are you insane? I think the building size plant monster is large enough as it is. Do we really want to give it powerful fertilizer?" Peach calls out, but otherwise she hangs back for the moment, not sure how she wants to approach this giant plant. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe is a bit after Kirito in arriivng as she seeps in after her long time friend. She halts, she stares at the thing beofre he she looks to Kirito for a moment for a moment then looks back to Kirito. "This is new and yes he always is come on let's get going on this. She's cautious and is going to let Lute make his attempt to reason with the thing. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The plant might not be particularly intelligent, but it knows food when it smells it! The being shuffles forward towards the pokemon trainer. The sight of the man has Yari sighing in relief. "Logan! ...You do know how to handle situations like this, yes?" Squint! He /is/ a beast tamer. Surely this is a good idea! Two of the six school kids are dropped in favor of that Miracle-Gro! It just sounds so /delicious/ to the creature! Could Kirito's thoughts be correct!? That doesn't stop vines from lashing out on instinct at the flying man as the slow thing gets nearer! Peach's words further have Yari looking to Lute. Two of them /did/ get dropped! But there's still a massive creature to be dealt with. Vines lash out, and Yari offers a few shuriken that slice at them, falling back! As much as the creature's attracted to Lute's offering, it's still a danger in and of itself! 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute holds up the Miracle-Gro, his I-Class Destroyer moving back a little bit. He's trying to lure the creature towards him, just slightly. He smiles, looking towards the creature. A glance is given to Peach. An annoyed glance. He, honestly, has /nothing/ against her, personally. Instead, something else makes him dislike this princess. He has heard of her from Sarracenia. And, Princess Peach is someone who Sarracenia hates. But, still, he must keep focus. He must distract this creature. And possibly tame it.      "Alright, Viney! Let's have some food! I've got more of this! More! Here!" He throws it forward, straight towards the creature, with all of the skill of a trained Pokemon Trainer.      He'll assume someone else will take care of saving the dropped students. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     "WHOAH!" Kirito thankfully is still a distance away and a random plant flailing isn't... exactly hard to see coming. It goes in a straight line. So he just swerves sideways with a gust from his wings. But a hand goes up to his weaopn in the same moment. He draws a black longsword in a smooth motion, grunts out, "Being just a plant thing is actually bad." He decides. What can be done?     "Oi! Aren't you paying attention?!" He yells at Lute.... as that evasion transitions into a dive! Full power to his wings takes Kirito swooping under one of the dropped students. He easily scoops them up and goes zooming for the other.     If nobody else grabs them he can at least try to slow their fall in some clumsy fashion and bring them down more or less harmlessly to the ground. 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:'''      Peach catches Lute's glare and wonders if she struck a nerve, but still blinks in shock as he tosses the fertalizer at the plant monster, hoping he knows what he's doing. For now there are other things to worry about, and Peach urges her Yoshi onward, rushing under the behemoth of a plant to help Kirito catch the children, pulling out a large parisol and skillfully using it to bounce them softly to the ground. "Don't suppose anyone brought industrial weed killer?" She asks as she glances to Yari. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Kirito and Princess Peach manage to catch the falling students! The thrown Miracle-Gro has the plant-monster looking elsewhere, and so Yari chucks four razor-sharp shuriken at the vines holding the last few students. They fall into the wings-slash-parosols of Peach and Kirito, unconscious and clearly drained of energy to fuel the creature. A glance to Lute, an then back to the creature. A shake of her head. It's far, far too dangerous, at least in her estimation. "Hold your breath!" Yari calls out, and then chucks a good six cloth-bound balls! It might not specifically be a plant-killer, but Yari's chucked poison has the creature starting to wilt. Sorry Lute, the assassin has clearly slated this one for death! It writhes and lashes out, Yari smacked right in the chest, and sent flying across the ground! Cough, hack! "Kill it!" She offers to the others! 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute frowns a little, shrugging at Kirito. He says nothing, but really, he has no reason to justify himself to the Union. He figured they could save the falling students. Instead, he just shrugs a little, arms crossing.      But, Yari has shown the intent to kill. He shrugs a little. In some cases, he could warrant trying to tame the creature. With his ally fighting it, though? No chance. He looks down towards Imima, shaking ihs head. "...Yeah. This one won't be joining us. Anyways. FIRE!"      Imima opens its mouth, the cannon within being revealed. The monstrosity of steal fires a cannon shell forward, straight for the center mass of the gigantic plant creature. Lute flips his hair back a little, posing somewhat dramatically.      His eyes, otherwise, focus on Peach. He's trying to consider various ways he could insult her. But, the Truce is up. Would that be a truce violation? Eh. Maybe he could do it more subtly.      "Hey, that pink dress is a terrible color on you. You should go for something in a lime green instead. I mean, like, Pink is a color that makes enemies more likely to try and kidnap you." 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe is looking at the plant and watching it going after Lute and the miracle grow he's got. It seems seems to be that Lute's plan is working and thankfully for them as the kids are dropped by the thing. She wonders about Kiritos own planns but she's now looking for ways to help she ses that he's luring the people away so she's going to go agter the falling people. She goes for one of the droppe students as well trying to catch whom she can. 

:'''{{#var:1|Kirito (1)}} has posed:'''     BOOOOING!     Whatever wonder-tricks Peach used there, it was just what Kirito needed to get both people to the ground without a rough landing. "Phew.. nice save, dear princess!" He's just high-spirited enough by this turn of events to return to his more fun and friendly mood. ... Also a little silly.     But only for a moment.     Once people are safely on the ground...     Whirling around midair and unsheathing his black blade in one smooth motion an instant lter, he faces the plant... flying up towards its head.     Once he reaches a nice height and range... "Sorry. We can't have man-eating plants anywhere people wander! This mess ends now." OWARI DA!     The black blade IGNITES thickly with crimson light and FLAMES. And just like that, Kirito's whole body moves like a bullet inwards. It's a strangely powerful motion that puts his whole body's weight and power into a series of rapid deep slashes that draw a flaming five point star in the air and then thrusts straight through it, making it ALL explode into raging flames!     "One Handed Sword Skill - STAR QUINT PROMINENCE!" 

:'''{{#var:904|Princess Peach (904)}} has posed:'''      Peach quickly covers her mouth and holds her breath when she hears Yari yell in warning. She smiles and gives Tomoe a nod as she helps catch the remaining children. Now that the children are saved, she backs away, getting some distance between herself and the wilting terror of a plant. Lute's remark toward her gets the attention of the princess however.     "Lime green? I think I will respectfully disagree. That would clash horribly with my eye and hair color. But perhaps the next time I see Rarity, I'll ask what she thinks of the idea. As for making kidnappings more likely, do you have any proof of this, other than me? I mean, there could be several other reasons I've been kidnapped frequently other than my choice of outfit color. Finally, she turns to watch Kirito battle with the plant beast, and gives a cheer to urge him on. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' With a dramatic hairflip, Lute orders his compatriot to fire! The massive shell slams into the creature, forcing it back upon it's hind-roots, leaving it utterly vulnerable to the attacks of the others! The remaining falling students are caught by Tomoe and the ohters, landing softly and utterly unconsciously. They'll have an unfortunate day of rest, but they should be okay from now on! Particularly thanks to the Princess' parosol boing-ing them into the area. Always helpful that! Kirito's blade slashes into the alread wilting monstrosity, lighting it rightly on fire. Corrosive poison works with purging flame, limbs sliced asunder and the beast rendered towards retreat! It's a horrible smell, but ninja and SAO avatar alongside Lute's abilities are more than adequately turning the thing into fertilizer! Yari makes a few handseals, and with one final breath, spits out a fireball that burns alongside Kirito's flames to engulf the thing entirely. With a howl, it burns out entirely. Yari rubs her head a bit, sighing in relief. "...Remind me to never do botanical science without supervision. Well done, everyone." She falls onto her tail, utterly exhuasted. A thumbs-up to those who joined her. The day is well saved! 

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3353/A Hunting She Will Go

2015-12-20T16:23:48Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari had been a bit skeptical of this 'Hunter's Association' and whether or not they could really help her find what she was looking for. She'd taken a week to respond to their message, with lots of research and vetting, but finally she went for it. They seemed to check out, and from the rumors, could all but ignore the law as they wished. Which is perfect, because what Yari is after is likely illegal in several different countries. A special flower found only in the worst kind of jungle, full of danger and disease and general lethality. It's perhaps a wonder why Yari's gone in a kimono then. Likely to just be easily seen by her hired crew, as she awaits them at the jungle entrance, a machete and backpack with her. Once the trio of Hunters arrive, she'll start hacking away at vines. "Let's go over this once more. I'm looking for the flower I told you all about. At least three full specimens, and if possible, some seeds as well. Let's get going, please." 

:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''     The Multiverse is of course hooked into the Hunter network, though perhaps it's more accurate to say it the other way around. Syndicate mission requests can reach Hunters, and of course people looking for exotic and dangerous materials are exactly the sort of thing the Hunter Net is for. On this world the exact plant Yari's searching for may or may not exist, but surely one similar enough for her needs would be present. These sorts of things tend to recur across the Multiverse, wherever the lands are suitably forbidding and dark, filled with suitable menace.     Dealing with Hunters, from a Syndicate perspective, is easy. Hunters are vetted for seriousness and skill based on the simple expedience that they have to pay to get the information on the contract. People without necessary knowledge wouldn't pay the Hunter Association fee, and those lacking the skill would have never passed the Hunter Association's brutal tests in the first place. Those tests, in fact, may well interest the Confederacy and Yari. They're brutal, by all accounts, and those who don't make the grade are rather fortunate to survive the process to repeat the exam the next year. In short, anyone who can pass the Hunter exam is by definition an Elite. And so, this mission not receiving a particularly high difficulty level, Yari would be contacted by the trio of junior Hunters. Any Hunter should be considered competent enough to seek out rare jungle materials. This one is particularly dangerous however, so the mission receives an E ranking. Sufficient, one would think, for a hunter Team to undertake.     "You should probably wait for us to return." one of the Hunters says to Yari, checking out her kimono. "This isn't a good place for people who don't know the risks. You may be tough where you come from, but we can't spend all our time protecting you from dangers you know nothing about." he says. The words are reasonable perhaps, but drip with condescension and self-assured arrogance. He makes no bones about appearing to be in charge here, a professional with no interest in dealing with amateurs. "We'll get you the plants, the seeds, all that. You just have to pay when we get them." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' There's the slightest of frowns to Yari's face as the Hunter offers reasonable, but utterly arrogant, words. Perhaps, if he's just been a little nicer, she'd actually have opted to stay behind. She peers back at the Hunter. "If this place is so dangerous, then that's more reason for me to follow. I want to see the strength of this 'Hunter's Association' myself. Don't worry, I can handle myself well enough. Now let's get on with things, gentlemen." Whack! Cut! Slash! That's a /lot/ of vines to be cut. Almost as if to defy the arrogant hunter, she takes the lead for a little while, before finally allowing the trio to once more lead on. She gives the arrogant Hunter an almost chiding glare the whole time before she deems him suitably chastized. The journey starts off well enough. Nothing instantly kills anyone, but there are a few horrible plants that try to eat the quartet. She'll let the Hunters deal with them, somehow managing to always be behind one of them as if using them as a shield while she observes. 

:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''     The Hunters are strong, to be sure, but nothing special. Junior members of the Association at best, they've only begun to manifest their Nen talents. Lacking a developed Hatsu, they're limited to channeling their powers through weaponry and their own bodies. While their ability with machete, bow, and a trained wolf-beast is impressive, it's not so impressive as to make them anything other than possible grunt soldiers in any actual multiverse-level conflict.     The trio avoid harm more by awareness than actual power, seeming to somehow be aware of any attack before it closes around them. Some of it is the senses of the wolf, some of the Hunters themselves. Their arrogance MAY be justified. If, that is, Yari lacked the senses for such stealth and would be vulnerable to such attacks. At least, their warning may have been justified. Their reactions to Yari taking the lead suggests they don't believe her capable enough to sense the dangers... which is more arrogance than mere caution.     And yet, despite them sensing every purely natural threat within the jungle so far, the Hunters seem unaware of a fifth presence following them. Hisoka doesn't act, not directly. He's content to follow for now, curious and patient, Zetsu shielding him from the notice of Hunters and predators alike. If he were to be attacked while using Zetsu he might be vulnerable, but Hisoka has no fear of any attack he can see coming, and no worry about anything that can somehow escape his notice and attack him unseen. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Grunt-level, but their talent is real enough. Still, that arrogance might well get them killed before they can truly come into their own. A shame, as Yari can respect their jungle instincts. She's never had jungle training before, and indeed on some occasions their senses for the natural seem to outstripe her own. Her prey, after all, is more human than animal. Still, she knows forests well enough, and manages to never quite be in the waiting jaws of a beast, or just in range of the Hunter's protection. Oddly enough, between her training and simply being used to looking for more physical signs of passage, it's that creeping hairs on the back of the neck and sweating scales that tips her off. The feeling of being followed. Of being hunted by something other than a mere beast. Yet, she doesn't turn to look, instead keeping that feeling on the forefront of her mind. It is, however, a distraction. Some gut feeling tells her this is the true danger out here. She loosens her sword in its umbrella sheath, slicing up an offending too-large bird that got too close while she was concentrating on the one following them. It's back in its sheath before it falls to pieces. "It looks like you all aren't all bark after all. I was worried for a while." 

:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''     "We're pro Hunters." the leader replies, grinning, his tone more than implying 'of course we aren't all bark'. A Hunter license is also a license to print money. There's no such thing as a poor Hunter, at least in the financial sense. A Hunter who can't get millions of Zenny almost on demand isn't worth the title... so much so that a game that costs billions is considered rank G to acquire, simply because money's so easy to come by.     They notice that Yari uses her sword to defend herself, and there's perhaps a hint in one set of eyes that they underestimated her. She's quick after all, and skilled, and has no fear of violence. She might even be worthy of the title of Hunter herself, perhaps.     There's no real opportunity for them to apologize however, even were they inclined to do so. Barely after the words are uttered, a whisper cuts through the jungle from behind. Razor-edged cards cutting through the air, through leaves and vines, striking inerringly at the Hunters. Oh, and one for Yari herself. Curiously, while there's bloodlust in the air, there's no hostile intent directed her way. That card was flung on a whim, to test rather than to harm.     The Hunters react quite well, dealing with the surprise attack similarly to how they've dealt with every hazard so far. One blocks with the machete, one dodges, the third directs a heavy branch into the path of the card, causing it to embed deeply into the branch before stopping.     Hisoka steps out, his expression a twisted leer. "Pro Hunters?" he drawls, speaking without a hint of fear or even anticipation. "Don't make me laugh. You are trash. Know your place, trash, or I might have to discard you." he smirks. The words aren't directed at Yari any more than he'd intended to kill her with that first surprise attack... but neither does he extend further effort to make it obvious he's excluding her. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari tilts her head, a plan already forming. "Tell me about this 'Hunter's Association'." A good ninja fishes for information when possible. That look in their eyes is satisfying. Better, after all, to let your skills speak for themselves. Case in point: as soon as that whisper hits the air, Yari's reacting just in time. It helps when you know someone's been stalking you. The razor-edged card is snatched from the air by the Au'Ra, and she looks it over. Then, her eyes go straight to Hisoka. At least the Hunters seem to be alive, for now. She's not sure if she'd have to pay for funerals if they died. The pure arrogance in the man's voice has her brows tightening in annoyance, at least, before she looks the man in the eyes. Yari, oddly, smiles. The annoyance vanishes. Even her tail flicks a bit. She offers the man a traditional Doman bow. "Good evening. May I ask why you've been following us for so long? You had plenty of opportunities to kill us by now, so I doubt you're really interested in just slaying these 'trash'." Comes Yari, rather directly. "Though I'm curious what makes up a 'Pro Hunter'." For some odd reason, her eyes rarely leave Hisoka's, even as her tail is wrapped around the hilt of her blade. 

:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''     Is it arrogance if it's true? Certainly there's a certain pride in the deadly jester, but he has the skills to back it up. His smile is perhaps cruel but strangely not unpleasant as he regards Yari. Well, not hostile at least. There's none of the contempt he has for the Hunters showing when he considers the Au'ra they're escorting. He's assessed her, assessed them, and she's not the one he finds wanting. Not yet, at least.     "Who goes out of their way to deal with trash?" he asks, stepping forward in a slow graceful glide. Not getting into position to make a melee attack, but just a general aggressive motion. "You only deal with trash when its presence offends you." he claims, narrow eyes turning to the trio of Hunters. Seems his sense of aesthetics is offended... though given his outfit, his sense of aesthetics is hardly a normal one.     Hisoka doesn't seem surprised or upset to learn he was sensed. The Hunters however seem to be startled. To sense active killing intent, such as when the cards were launched... that's one thing. To have sensed their stalker for so long though, if Yari is telling the truth, is quite another thing. They seem paralyzed, indecisive. To anyone with sufficient skill to sense the killing intent of another, Hisoka is a terrifying figure. Their path isn't clear though. To flee, or to band together to fight. It's not obvious which choice will lead to victory, to escape, to failure and to death. Hisoka is clearly strong and apparently unworried about the odds... but is it confidence or arrogance?     "You'll have to ask them. They spoke of themselves as pro." Hisoka continues, again stepping slowly forward. Marking an unspoken deadline before a decision is made for them all. "I just know they are not. They haven't passed... my test." he grins maliciously. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' That assessing look, the pure aura of danger and desire to kill...it's almost too much. The combination, even as good old survival instincts florish within her, only to be beaten down by training, has Yari taking a deep breath, out, and then she just smiles. "Then I suppose that trash should make themselves scarce and get back to their job." Comes Yari, rather pointedly to the Hunters that find themselves mired in indecision. She looks back, and scowls. "I paid you all to do a job. Do it. We'll meet up later. Remember, three samples, seeds and all. I'll be displeased if they're harmed in any way." Then, she too walks closer to Hisoka. She pulls something out of her kimono. Is she reaching for a weapon? It's a pipe, it turns out. She could use a smoke right now, next to that presence. Her own eyes look the man over finally, and offers the end of the pipe over. "Mind giving me a light?" "Yari Takane. It's a bit strange, these circumstances, but it's a pleasure to meet you, Mister...?" Her words seem genuine, at that. "That aura of yours reminds me of someone who raised me. I like it. Go ahead. Test me, if you want. I need to get stronger, so with someone who feels as strong as you do, this could be a perfect opportunity. Need to kill time while the 'pros' do their job." When in doubt, try to throw someone off balance. 

:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''     Hisoka might want to kill these three anyways, simply because his blood is up. Letting them run off to complete their job, well, he can do that. It's nothing to him. But he doesn't NEED to kill them. To have them flee his presence may suffice. Besides... the Au'ra is interesting. Should he indulge himself with the trash, he may lose a much more intriguing opportunity.     The three Hunters are given an out. They watch Hisoka, but the deadly clown seems to lose interest in them. To lose focus. He smirks, pleased by Yari's suggestion. It puts them in their place. They might not be happy about it, but it avoids a fight without damage to their reputation. Should anyone hear of the conflict, no one could fault them for completing their job rather than engaging in a fight with someone with THAT strong a killing intent.     Hisoka watches Yari approach, his advance stopped by her actions. He doesn't retreat though, or show any fear. She could be reaching for a hidden weapon, but if so he doesn't make a move. He waits for the Hunters to flee though before addressing Yari.     "A light." he says neutrally, studying her with intense psycho's eyes. After a bit, he brings up a hand. There's no sign how he does it. He brings his hand over the pipe, and fire flares. Just a little fire, but it should be sufficient to ignite tobacco. Fire's not one of his powers. Then again, it could be simple sleight of hand. Perhaps he's also a smoker, and has been carrying his world's equivalent of a handheld lighter around with him, and he's just applying the flame from a palmed lighter. A petty trick, but sometimes those can be amusing too.     "Hisoka." claims the unusual man. A word that could be a name, or it could be a contraction. Himitsu, sou ka. Hi sou ka. A secret, it is. "You dismiss trash who might have fought to protect you, coming instead to one who already attacked you. Why would I need to test your will?" he grins. Besides, Yari doesn't rub him the wrong way like these 'pros' do. He doesn't love strength for the sake of strength itself, but he despises those who set themselves up higher than they can truly justify. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Definitely a frigtening man. Stalking them well, that pure aura and the way his eyes look. How he doesn't even flinch when approached. She'll have to watch him closely. The blood lust in obvious in the air. Both brows rise at the little trick. She didn't sense any magic, nor did she see just how he managed it. Suddenly it all clicks. Tricks, cards, and that strange outfit. She does look a bit amused at the little trick. "Thanks. A magician, or a stage performer? You have interesting hobbies." She's not sure if she really wants to know what all those might be. She takes a long draw, and polite blows /away/ from the man. "Hisoka, then. They wouldn't have helped much. Good with the jungle, but not much against humans it seems. Besides, I already paid them, I'd hate for my money to go to waste." More and more, the idea of looking into the Hunter's Association is taking fruit. Raising a kid is expensive, after all! Then she shrugs. "I'm being selfish, though." It's only then that she backs away, leaning against a tree. "Nnn. I should have hired you, as boring as the job might be. You seem more capable." Comments Yari off handedly. Is that an offer, or just her making polite speak? "Though if you /are/ for hire, I could use someone like you. I'm looking for methods to kill beings that return to life after you kill them. To put them down permanently." 

:'''{{#var:799|Hisoka (799)}} has posed:'''     Hisoka grins, only this time it's amusement rather than obvious sadism that backs the look. "A Magician, yes." he says. Which is of course the stage-name he took when he'd entered the WMAT this year. He's... a bit infamous. He's not a stage performer however. Arena, perhaps on occasion... but he's never particularly sought the stage or spotlight. The outfit, like everything else about him, shows one truth while concealing another.     "Those ones aren't worth your time." Hisoka says dismissively. He's not interested in them, not unless they cross his path again. If anything he seems mildly irritated by being reminded of them.     He listens more intently though when Yari mentions a job. He seems intrigued, though at the same time not quite eager. "I... do what amuses me." he says with a slight smirk. He can't really be hired, but he can be persuaded. "And I have little interest in things which don't fear death. But teaching them that fear... ah, that can be intriguing. I remember one... ah, her scream was pleasant." he says wistfully. Not that HE made her scream. He was busy dealing with someone less immortal, but perhaps more powerful. One who died cursing Hisoka in fact. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' What an odd, odd man. She dumps out her now ash-filled pipe, and stows it away. Wisely, Yari shrugs at the mention of them, rather than getting the man's back up. "Well then. If my little plants bare fruit, I'll let you know. I would love to hear /those/ things scream." There's utter hatred and malice in her voice. Whatever she's after, it might just be personal. She quickly pulls out a pen, writing a radio number down on it before flicking the card right back to Hisoka. "Call me some time. I want to see what you're capable of. Nnn? One moment." One phone call later, and she sighs. "Looks like they actually managed it. I'll be off then. Until next time, Mister Hisoka." A little wave, and then the ninja's off. She has a feeling she'll see him again. 

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3294/Servants and Barkeeps

2015-12-20T16:21:13Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Dun Realtai's tavern is your picturesque medieval tavern, wooden floors, well kept chairs, local serving girls and the general feeling of warmth and love and toughness that these strong, simple people have come to embody. The bar on the otherhand might be a slightly newer transplant, polished and well kept. The lighting's just dark enough to be atmospheric. But today's an unusual day, as instead of partaking, Yari Takane is dressed up in a bartender's uniform rather than her usual kimono, and is the one offering drinks. It's mostly beers and ales and meades of the local varieties, but she's not one to under-do an event. The sign out front says 'Open Bar Night'. Yari's wallet is doomed. Still, the woman is all easy smiles as she makes a mixed drink for an elderly shop-keep. "This one's from home, Sir. One ounce vermooth, some salt, and three-fourths Doma double-fermented rice wine. Enjoy!" She gently slings it over to the other end of the bar, stopping just at the edge to be picked up. Cheating ninja bartenders. 

:'''{{#var:804|Project MORDRED (804)}} has posed:''' Technically, MORDRED can't get drunk. Practically he knows how to monitor his blood alcohol levels to fake it. Tonight, the alcohol tolerance tuning is set quite high. "Triple brandy and a scotch on the rocks to start with, miss Takane." He asks as he sits down at the bar, dressed in clothes fitting for a nobleman in this kind of village. Including the Heraldic design of the High Kingdom of Earth's heir apparent embroidered on his chest. A closer look reveals the materials are synthetic and zippers have been hidden to make the clothes easier to put on, but otherwise they are nigh identical to the genuine thing. 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''      "Aren't you a bit too young to drink, Master?"      While still effectively a new resident of Dun Realtai, Tohsaka Rin had made herself quite at home in the rural, humble village, while Archer was more often browsing mission offers for one his Master found interesting or important enough to send him on.      Their most recent mission - the battle against the entity of 'Hamidon' in Woodvale - had ended a relative success and ensured a short peace for Paragon City, which Rin seemed rather pleased about.      Enough to celebrate by visiting one of the taverns.      "I'm almost 21! Just four months off!" the magus quipped, crossing her arms and casting a sidelong, indignant glare for all of one moment before huffing her shoulders and continuing on through the doorway. "Besides, I don't know if I'll actually get anything alcoholic" the Tohsaka heiress admitted, glancing around the bar inquiringly, examining the architecture and the patrons. "I prefer tea anyway."      "So why aren't we at a teahouse?" Archer questioned.      In response, Rin simply shrugged. "I guess you could say I'm just curious. Plenty of people have been visiting this tavern tonight compared to some of the others, so I want to see why."      "I suppose the cautionary saying of 'curiosity killed the cat' wasn't one you were acquainted with, Rin?" the Servant of the Bow quipped sarcastically, rewarding him with the sight of his Master scrunching up her nose in barely-contained indignant agitation before simply deciding to deprive him of any further encouragement and making her way to the bar.      Upon reaching it though, Archer realized he recognized the woman behind the bar - the 'ninja' who seemed to be an acquaintance of Sanary Rondel. His gaze hardened just slightly as he observed her, wondering if she was here as a spy for the Confederacy... though that was rather impractical, considering that Dun Realtai's rather open-door policy, as well as it's staunch neutrality and equal-footing treatment to all.      So it was something else then.      Looking around, Archer also took note of what seemed to be a man with a demeanor somewhat similar to Bedivere - silent and observant - though dressed as nobility instead of a knight. His outfit, while looking close to the medieval period, had several modern features that gave away that his society must be more of a blended culture as opposed to one extreme over the other.      Which faction was he from?      As Archer regarded the patrons and barkeep with masked caution, Rin opted to try acting more social and approached the bar directly with an inquiring smile. "Hello. May I ask what you serve here?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' After a moment or two to tail slide a beer to one of the locals, Yari perks up, as a voice familiar to her pipes up. She blinks, caught off guard for a fraction, and then she recognizes just where she's heard that voice. "Mister MORDRED! Good evening, Sir! At once!" She snaps a salute suddenly, then a hand and a tail work their magic. Two glasses are picked up with four of her fingers, set out before her as her tail makes a show of spinning both bottles of booze in a corkscrew-like pattern through that hypnotic limb. She's flexible, to say the least! One flip into the air with both, a catch, and she pours her drinks and somehow manages to add ice into the mix! There's a brief applause, and she bows for her audience, all smiles. Seems she's getting into the role! Then they're slid down his way! "I didn't expect you here, Sir, but I suppose it makes sense. Do you drink often?" Yari doesn't miss Archer either. Her gaze narrows, scouring him with utterly irrational hatred. He'd stabbed Sanary /and/ taken out her village (albeit with good reasons!). But she has a job to do, and Rin walks up, the connection there utterly not made. She straightens up, and offers a gentle, understated smile that yet manages to be warm. "Welcome to the tavern, Ma'am. Let's see...mostly local ales and beers. I think we have a few wines in the back, they're expensive though. Whiskey, rum, a few liquors, I brought a few Doman wines and other assorted drinks." Pause. She does seem slightly younger than herself, come to think of it. "I have a few sodas and Doman teas if you'd prefer, as well." Another pause. "New in Dun Realtai, Ma'am?" 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''      Both Servant and Master watch Yari's display of theatrics and acrobatics, Rin seeming a bit surprised that a barkeep has such skill while one of Archer's brows arch upwards - the only outward sign of his bemusement with what he considers to be her showing off.      Giving a nod of affirmation to the barkeep's question, Rin raises her brows slightly, finding it presently surprising that the bar serves teas as well. "Yeah, within the last month or so. And a tea would be nice, if you please."      Archer in the meantime seems a bit more direct compared to Rin's attempt to be sociable; "You seem rather new yourself... or rather that I haven't seen you around here. I suppose you must be the type that doesn't visit often, or at least not without definite reason? Visiting a friend, maybe?"      It's worded like a casual question, but it's more of a robin inquiry - something almost certainly hinting to the idea that she may be here because of Sanary, though the bowman doesn't recall hearing that she was in Dun Realtai. If she were, it would have had to have been recent.      Rin, seeming annoyed by Archer's line of questioning, decides to try and take the edge off by dragging him into a more sociable setting - "Mind getting my... acquaintance here some tea as well, if it's not too much trouble? And make sure it's /extra hot/, would you please? I don't want it being too... mild by the time it reaches him."      ... at this point, Archer found himself wondering how Emiya Shirou had ever made it through his life without losing at least one of his senses to the vermillion-clad magus, but one thing was certain; it couldn't be classified as anything short of a miracle. 

:'''{{#var:804|Project MORDRED (804)}} has posed:''' "Good evening, ser, miss." MORDRED rises when they come in, raising his triple brandy in greeting. "I am Prince MORDRED, by rights heir apparent to the High Kingdom of Earth." Yari may notice this introduction is unusual. He tends to refer to himself as Sir MORDRED, Knight Errant. There's a prickly tone to his voice, too. "Who do I have the pleasure of meeting this night of free drinks?" Then he adds, for Rin's sake, "There's no reason for you to avoid alcohol if you wish it. I will not stand for an adult to be denied access to the full joys of the world merely because she does not meet some arbitary restriction of age." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "Certainly." She'll bow, duck into the back for a moment, and there's water boiling. "It'll take a minute or two to steep. Welcome, then, I hope you enjoy your time here. This village is..." Yari seems to be at a loss for words. A chuckle. "Well, draw your own conclusion." Archer gets a peer. "It's not particularly /your/ business, but I come here often. I happen to like the baths, Miss Saber is a wonderful host and more than personable, as are many of the villagers once they warm up to you. Among other reasons." Sanary certainly factors into it, but there's a far more permanent one now! One that comes walking in from the back, a small asian looking girl in a dress and apron no more than twelve. She peers in from the kitchen just as the tea kettle sounds off! "Mother, the tea is ready. Should I pour cups?" Yari turns around, just as Rin speaks. Yari looks back, and shoots the woman a wide, wide grin. "Ma'am. Whatever you wish at all." Her eyes twinkle, and then she peers back. "Please, Linh. And get our red-coated customer an extra-hot cup. Be careful, alright, don't scald yourself!" Linh, as she's called, waves and goes back to get the tea as Yari quickly fixes another drink for a customer. Mordred gets a look again, and he asks her question! She lets the man get on with it! "He's right. Drink but you want, but everything's...free tonight." Why is the bartender shuddering? 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Then Linh comes back with the tea. The cup placed before Rin is a perfect temperature, hot, but not scalding. The taste is definitely partly green tea, but with several spices and the tiniest tinge of rum to it. The little girl walks over to Archer, and hands it to him. Somehow, the tea is still boiling in the cup. Linh skips off happily. 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''      Rin blinks in surprise at MORDRED's introduction, mouth opening slightly as she contemplates questioning if he is who she thinks he is.      Archer however interjects, sounding curious; "Prince 'Mordred?' I've already met one 'Mordred' in the past, and you aren't her." He seems to emphasize the word 'her', though this is largely for Rin's sake - a way of informing her this isn't in fact Arturia Pendragon's 'child'.      He also wonders if the 'Prince' is just being sociable or has some ulterior motive? Knowing thy enemy? Seeking allies?      ... God forbid it be that the man had actually taken a liking to his Master. The Bowman wasn't quite sure he was ready for the complications /that/ would bring.      After a second of catching on to what Archer's words entail, Rin's eyes look back at MORDRED almost questioningly, seeming intrigued, if not somewhat confused, by the formality of his greeting. However, she responds cordially and sociably, retaining a passive smile. "Rin. Toshiba Rin. Tohsaka's my family name, so in the Western style of addressing people, I'd be 'Rin Tohsaka.'" She then gives a polite but appreciative decline to his latter statement; "Thank you for the offer, but I'll be fine with tea. I actually prefer it to alcohol, anyway."      Archer's mouth seems to curl at the ends in a feint, sardonic smirk at seeing Yari's rather curt reaction. He seems satisfied that he got a reaction, as it somewhat confirms his belief that Sanary, after the loss of her home and alienation from her birth land, would likely seek refuge at Dun Realtai among other places. "I suppose those reasons are the things that aren't my business to know... though I'd assume they at least have some relation to recent events. After all, I have to say, you don't seem the type one would expect to see behind a bar."      "Anymore then people would expect to see them be interrogated? Rin quips, one brow raised in obvious agitation. "if there's a point to this, just be up front about it."      Before Archer can retort to this, both are distracted by, and somewhat surprised at, seeing the young child - Linh, as she was called - refer to the barkeep as 'mother.' Rin's expression softens a bit though at the sight of the girl as she gives a small wave, while Archer's becomes more inquisitive, tilting his head to one side as he glances between Linh and Yari. "Interesting. Do you often bring your family to work?" The double-meaning in the question is probably only evident to Yari since Archer hasn't revealed he knows her true profession.      Rin, at this point, nudges her elbow against Archer's hand, causing him to click his tongue as some of his boiling-hot tea nearly splashes on his fingers. The bowman then proceeds to cast an annoyed glance at the contrite-looking magus while she calmly sips her own perfectly-temperate tea, the latter seeming to savor the taste appreciatively a few moments. "This is good. Green tea, right? There's a bit of a spicy taste to it with a hint of... something a bit bitter that brings out the taste and accents the spice. A liquor or extract of some sort?"      "Rum, probably" Archer notes, as if flying in the face of Rin's 'tongue-in-cheek' behavior to nearly spilling his tea to say 'you'll have to do better then that to catch me off-balance.'      He does however raise a brow inquisitively to Yari's seeming reluctance to say the drinks are free, wondering if some of what she's giving away is from a personal stock she kept or some such circumstance. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' It's not specifically aimed at her, but Yari throws a salute to Rin. "Yari Takane, Ma'am. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Tohsaka." Back to Archer. Her tail lashes behind her, eyes narrowing. It's the look of a woman who really, really wants to punch Archer right now. But she'd neither want to break Saber's Hospitality, or threaten neutral ground. "Mister Archer, I'd appreciate it if you drop that line of questioning. It's rude and insensitive to parties we both know. And I happen to enjoy the job, thank you." She hisses. This man is good at getting in under her skin. Her anger deflates. A look to Rin is thankful, and she bows. "Are you two friends? I'm surprised you've managed to remain sane in his company, Miss Tohsaka." Adds Yari dryly. Only for her to outright glare murderously, eyes widening at the implication. Rin, again, breaks the tension. Yes. She likes this young woman. She's offering her to tea some time. "Only when it suits her. She's a good, /innocent/ girl." Emphasizes the ninja. Scalding tea assuages angry ninja. "Nnn! Good tongue. Green tea, rum extract, as well as several Garlean spices. I make my own blend. It reminds me of the homes that have shaped me. Though I suppose I haven't found one from these lands to add to it." Her eyes unfocus, introspective, before a customer calls. "Ah! Coming!" Cue the bartendress fetching more booze! 

:'''{{#var:804|Project MORDRED (804)}} has posed:''' "Indeed, I am not Saber's heir. Though the similarities between their legend and my own situation are astounding, there are major differences as well." He sips his scotch and adds, "For starters, both my father and I have yet to die." A brief pause as he takes another sip. "Regrettably so in the latter case. Then there's the fact that Sir Saber only ruled an island, my father's realm stretches to encompass three out of the four inner planets." He puts down his alcohol and leans forwards offering his hand to Rin, "Furthermore, Sir Me and myself have some differences of opinion regarding the importance of courtly behavior." Should Rin take the hand, he'd attempt to plant a gentle kiss on it, but otherwise doesn't push her to take it. "It is my pleasure to meet you, miss Tohsaka, as well as your..." He overhears Yari refer to Archer by his class, "Servant, I presume?" He smiles and goes straight upwards again. He's fairly tall. "Oh, and one more minor difference between my world and theirs. The knights of my home don't fight on horseback, we fight in mechanized suits of Armour." 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''     Rin seems surprised at the salute from Yari, though she gives a small smile in a gesture of affirmation. "Nice to meet you too, Miss Takane."      On the other end of the spectrum, Archer remains bemused at Yari's reactions to his prodding, arms crossed and smirking face seeming all-too-used to the expression Yari is giving him - mainly because he has seen it often enough on Rin's face and many others to find it more amusing then threatening. "I'm sure you do enjoy it. People tend to let interesting things slip if they are given enough to drink of just think they are in good enough company to gossip openly. I'm sure you get to sea and hear plenty of entertaining stories."     Again, a veiled double-meaning exists. He also inwardly take special note of the mention to 'parties' that they 'both knew.'      Conformation for one of two things - that Sanary Rondel was either implicitly involved, or that Yari was just extremely sensitive about any topics regarding the one-eyed mercenary mage. Both were interesting possibilities to keep in mind for future reference.      Following this, Rin lets out an exasperated, long-suffering sigh when asked about the connection between herself and Archer. "Yeah... most people probably figure that. Emiya-Kun - er, Emiya Shirou, if you know him - wasn't too found of it either. And honestly, I'm just as surprised I'm still sane, too."      "Would you or anyone ever consider themselves such even if that /were/ the case?" the Servant snarks, much to Rin's agitation, the magus seeming templed to return the question on him, though MORDRED's actions break the tension.      Both Rin and Archer tilt their heads in curiosity to MORDRED's brief referral to his own universe - though Rin seems somewhat more weary of the self-proclaimed heir's statement of regretting 'the latter case', wondering if he means he wishes his father to die. The pair are also surprised - Rin mildly but openly, while Archer's brows rise slightly in a more subdued and constrained expression - by the Knight's remark that his father's kingdom encompasses three /planets/.      Rin looks at MORDRED's hand with something of a confused expression at first, one eyebrow raised slightly, though she quickly catches on - then flushes scarlet red when the Knight kisses the back of her hand, too stunned to do much more then let out a surprised "E-eh?" She flounders for a moment, looking as though her brain has completely shut down, though she manages to force out a flustered response, trying her best not to avert her eyes out of embarrassment; "A-ah. U-uh, nice to meet you too, 'Sir Mordred'."      Archer, suitably, seems outwardly impassive save for how his brows are arched higher then before... though his gaze shows that he seems torn between wanting to chuckle from amusement and wanting to gouge his own eyes out from distain.     Suffice to say, he seems unhappy at the idea that he will have to contend with his Master having what he considers to be a suitor pining for her. 

:'''{{#var:821|Archer (821)}} has posed:'''     When MORDRED makes his assertion as to the nature of their tie, Rin blinks in surprise once before giving a nod. "Yes. Archer here is my Servant, though I guess the term 'spirit familiar' can be loosely applied." To help confirm this, Rin lifts her left arm and pulls the glove down halfway, revealing the red marks of her Command Seals etched into the back of her hand to Yari and MORDRED. She gives another sigh as she pulls the glove back up - "Of course that also makes me responsible for a lot of the stuff he does, even the things I wasn't present for, and Lord knows I haven't even met /half/ the people he's antagonized, let alone apologized to them for."      "There's little point in apologizing to enemies for what occurs on the battlefield, Rin" the bowman retorts, sounding almost lecturing. "It's a redundant gesture to offer repentance for being proactive in what can be considered a life-or-death situation."      "Maybe /after/ one side starts shooting and it actually becomes a fight" Rin bites out.      "You mean 'after someone has already been killed when they could have instead been saved'" Archer retorts smoothly, Rin grinding her teeth a bit at the cynical remark before simply scoffing and turning back to her tea, having long since learned that Archer would only stop if he either outlasted them or was ignored, the bowman tending to go silent again when he lost his 'sparing partner.'      Archer takes special note of Yaru's reaction to his question regarding Linh, taking the shock as an indication that Yari apparently hasn't involved her daughter in her 'career.' Granted, he also suspected that a ninja might know how to fake their emotions, but as far as he could tell the agitation was genuine. He proceeds to offhandedly comment on it, though a trace of smugness leaks into his eyes; "I never said she wasn't."      The slight emphasis on 'she' is more then enough to show which woman he was or wasn't considering innocent.      Of course, it also earns a swift sidelong glare from Rin, who at this point gives a fake, sickeningly sweet-looking smile to the bowman as she, rather forcefully, taps his arm. "Archer, your tea's going to get cold. At this rate I'll have to have them re-heat it soon. Though if you want to keep talking, that's fine - I'll just ask that they make it /hotter/ so that it doesn't cool so quickly. If the taste is a problem, I could just have them add some /extra/ spices to it."      ... perhaps it was the idea that the 'extra spices' would be of a different variety - such as the 'horrifically burning' kind - from what was currently in his teacup, or perhaps it was the idea that Rin would loop this pattern until she got her way. Whatever the reason, Archer gives half a scoff and shrugs, ceasing his remarks while sipping his tea. Rin in turn tries to return the mood to a more lighthearted one when Yari notes her developed taste; "Well, I've always been found of teas. Archer here actually is pretty good at brewing them - if not for being the biggest jerk I've ever met, he'd be a half-decent Servant."      The disgruntled snort from Archer seems to satisfy Rin even more then her tea does. 

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3534/A Person of Interest

2015-12-20T16:17:39Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' A new warpgate, another opportunity for the Confederacy. And no better time to explore than during the holiday truce. Thus, Yari Takane pulled on her finest kimono, and entered Kawakami City. She'd kept to alleyways and generally out of the way at first, until she came across one poor citizen who swiftly lost his cellphone after admiring the 'cosplayer'. No screaming, no pitchforks. A good start. Walking over to a cafe, Yari spent an hour devouring information about the local area, it's culture, and eventually finding enough for a cover story: a simple traveler interested in the martial arts, and cosplayer. A few fleeting conversations as she gathers some more information, and her disguise has held up, one or two people even touching her horns and tail! But then she heard about the local Dojo of more than little fame. Thus she began on the trail to the dojo, following a gps app she found. The Au'Ra steps are light, her eyes sharp, as she approaches the dojo in question after a trek through the city! 

:'''{{#var:928|Momoyo Kawakami (928)}} has posed:'''      Many matches at Kawakami Dojo were arranged so they would be reasonably safe for the public at large. As central to the culture of this town as it was, and as central a figure the old man known as Kawakami Tesshin was known to it's local culture, it was only natural to allow spectators for training.     Half the local news you were able to see was already referencing negotiations between the Japanese government, JSDF and the Union with Kuki Corporation lobbyists present. Lobbyists of course being a slightly more biased version of advisors to the Diet and Prime Minister.     Evidently Momoyo was about to spar with Too Can, a Brazilian native skilled in capoiera, the champion of his country. For all the equally amazing and terrifying stories that were mentioned about her in local news, she looked decidedly... normal. A tall woman dressed in a white martial artist's uniform, the only remarkable thing to be said about her appearance was that she was rather attractive... and her gaze was constantly that of a thuggish glare or a smirk. Her eyes were the remarkable shade of red usually only found among more extraordinary human types. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari manages to make her way amidst the crowd, even her rather distinct appearance mostly lost. A crowd is good, almost as good as darkness for concealment. She manages to duck under one of the taller people present, in an out-of-the-way section of the front row. The ninja discretely activates her magitek device, already trying to get readings of the pair of fighters. Her eyes pass over Too Can, taking him in. Skilled, well toned, but nothing extraordinary. It's his opponent that gets her attention. Something draws the eyes, between that thuggish glare, the long hair, and the eyes? It doesn't taking much attention at the crowd to get enough to realize this is the local champion. But is she just a thug, or something more. More and more, Yari's eyes burrow into the figure of Momoyo as she awaits the match to begin. 

:'''{{#var:928|Momoyo Kawakami (928)}} has posed:'''      The aura was... monstrous. For such a young woman, there shouldn't be anywhere near the power level of a grizzled veteran Guildmaster, but that power was more than present. The frightening part wasn't her current power level, but what that could only mean for her potential.     In short, someone like her was only controllable for either faction of the Multiverse for the here and now. There were many who could still defeat her, but the numbers would be dwindling rapidly.     If you looked up again, she wasn't looking directly at you, but extraordinarily close. She must have sensed something from you briefly, but since you were hiding your presence to start with, and there was a reasonable mix in the crowd of fighters around your level of strength, it was difficult for her to tell.     Her head turns back to her opponent. They bow, but it was notable that they did so from opposite ends of the arena. There was no respectful touching of fists or anything like that. Given the sheer amounts of aura and magical energy involved, it was obvious why. High level pugilists could barely handle this woman. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' For a moment, Yari had mistaken the woman for an Eikon in disguise, or perhaps one of the older members of the Legion. But no, she was too young, and Yari doesn't feel that immediate need to drive a blade into the other woman's back. This is, it seems, natural. Yari can't help but feel her heart skip as that gaze very nearly meets hers. It's not quite fear, something far different, and she can't quite seem to place it. Putting it out of mind, the ninja steels herself and puts all of her attention on Momoyo. If this city comes under Union control, she'd be a threat. A major one. She'll have to find out everything about this monstrous woman. Shifting positions, she's soon on Momoyo's side of the spectator's area, fading out of the mass of humanity to get a better look. She's a good looking woman, and that doesn't help matters. The rest of the world means nothing to Yari for a moment, her mind running through threat assessments, assassination ideas, but can't help but feel her heart beating a little faster in anticipation before the signal for the match to start goes on! She leans in to the nearest civilian beside her. "What's that woman's name?" 

:'''{{#var:928|Momoyo Kawakami (928)}} has posed:'''      "You must be a tourist. That's Kawakami Momoyo. She was one of the first to show up at that massive dimensional gate Kuki is investigating. She went through and came back, but refused to talk about what she saw..." Luckily enough the bit of Japanese you picked up from similar worlds to this one worked fine, for the most part.     "GO!!!"     Were it not for your training as an assassin, you couldn't keep up with her movements. Even then, it was hard, and questionable if you could toe-to-toe. Her fist ended up in the ground where Too Can stood a moment ago, but he only picked a direction and dodged randomly. The art of capoiera was very much like dancing... too bad there wasn't much to see about that martial art with the fighter on constant defense. He was still strong, but the chasm in sheer power was immense. At a glance this woman wasn't capable, or motivated enough, to learn magic, but if she did...     The fight went on for a tense 20 seconds. She hit the other fighter, but it was difficult to tell if it was full strength or if she was toying with him.     "Kawakami Style: Musou Seikenzuki!!!!"     While those that weren't trained to see auras and magic like you were couldn't see it, you didn't need to see the bracelet to tell that barely took any of the roiling red aura about her. It was a simple, straight punch. That should be easily dodged or have an opening from someone strong enough to block it. The problem was it came out with the speed and force of a magitek battleship cannon. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari Takane offers a little bow to the civilian. "Kawakami Momoyo." She repeats to herself, lips pursed, as the fight finally begins! Luckily for Yari, she's seen and fought alongside people like this before. But it's never been a person so young. The young woman can't help but remember one of her first commanders, now long retired, that could move so swiftly and punch harder than any of her country's automated defenders. It's frightening, and the sheer level of that aura sending the man to the ground after immediately putting him on the defense with a single blow is more than telling. Yari flicks a fan to cover her face as she finds herself breathless, eyes wide, purple and blue orbs locked onto Momoyo. Her body trembles, adrenaline coursing through her. Forcing herself to take a breath, one hand squeezing her kimono to try to get the tension to stop, she slips for but a single moment. Her aura seems a little brighter, before she forces her aether back within her own body. Falling to a knee, she tries to get her heart to stop hammering. Not once has she stopped staring at Momoyo the entire time, and she has a feeling the sight might fill her dreams tonight. Pushing herself up, she checks the timer. "22 seconds...and that man wasn't weak." She mutters to herself. If she were to even stand a chance, she'd have to use everything she had. The ninja tries to fade back into the crowd, walking along it's perimeter in an attempt to shadow Momoyo should she leave the arena. She needs to know more, and see more of her. 

:'''{{#var:928|Momoyo Kawakami (928)}} has posed:'''      Momoyo didn't even need to be checked on after the man went down. Most of the monks on standby and all the medical supplies went straight to the Brazilian man. Momoyo just shook her head. She looked terribly bored.     But for a moment or two she turned back to the crowd, squinting... that was bad.     She started to mill through where the crowd is watching to try to find you. She caught that flash of aura underneath your kimono but wasn't sure what she was looking for exactly. That was the mark of a reasonably perceptive fighter, and you didn't know the layout of the area yet. However, her pursuit was leisurely. She wasn't trying hard yet, but depending on what you were going to try it was a chance to lure her off. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari chides herself inwardly, the ninja slipping off, quickly, but not hurriedly. That gives you away. No, she makes her way for the edge of the crowd, senses following that massive aura, and then double backs swiftly towards the side of the dojo proper. It's here that she starts laying out clues. A deliberate slip here. A tap of sound where there's the flutter of a kimono edge for the briefest of seconds as Momoyou approaches. And then she silently leaps towards the edge of the roof of the building just after letting out one more small slip of energy. Flat to the roof, she'll crawl quietly back, waiting to see if her gambit worked. Should you end up facing towards the area beyond the Dojo, or better yet, at a wall, she'll try to land behind you. "It's rare that I get to see a competent warrior so easily defeated. You're a very, very strong woman, Miss Kawakami. Tell me. What's the secret to your strength?" There's no malice in her words. Nothing but pure curiousity, and what might be the hint of breathlessness in her voice. 

:'''{{#var:928|Momoyo Kawakami (928)}} has posed:'''      Since you were suppressing your aetheric aura totally by that point, there were fewer and fewer ways for her to find you other than what you deliberately left. Especially the way you were moving, you could tell that she could probably sense a normal person at about two kilometres... she had to be much closer to find you.     "Hmhmhm. Nice try..." she tilts her nose up at you, her hair sliding over her shoulders. "You're not one of the girls in my fan club. And no one wears a kimono in that style in this day and age..." She glimpsed enough outside the portal. Not enough to understand what was going on, but enough to be able to tell you arrived sometime today.     "I'm descended from the Kawakami bloodlike of samurai." she shrugs her shoulders. "The rest is training. I know only fighting, after all~." she raised one hand, keeping it close to her cheek. A focusing maneuver, but this close up it was going to be harder to escape her. "You were watching me pretty closely. There's a few girls who try to follow me around like that, but you're the only one in this area not from around here that can do that... and aren't one of the Big Four like I am." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Caught. For a seeming thug, horribly strong or not, you're definitely perceptive. Her eyes close for a moment, and she switches tactics. At first, the ninja is silent, letting you speak. But you drop enough hints. In all likelyhood, this world has already felt the Multiverse's touch, and it may well have been you who first saw it. "You're sharper than you look. Correct, I am not from your world, Miss Kawakami. Chiyo will suffice for myself. It's a pleasure to meet you." Comes the woman politely. She offers a bow, and then openly looks you over searchingly. Her gaze lingers, particularly upon those red eyes. They're striking. The hand is watched, warily. She'd just seen what you're capable of. For all that she tries to project calm, all the signs are there: heightened breathing, a slight tenseness to the face. This woman is ready to spring off, just in case. But something holds her here. Yari is taking risks today. She doesn't escape, there's too much to learn. "Then I'm glad to know my skills are at least of some note. I'm not from your 'fan club'." She sounds a little amused. Another glance over you. Another flick of that fan she'd bought. She flicks it down when she has a bit of self control. Useful things, fans. "I'm a traveler with very specific interests in strong women." She says suddenly. It's not entirely a lie, either. The comment on her kimono has her frowning. She holds out her arm, and does a small spin. "Is it really that archaic here?" Her voice, so wary before, finds a note of self-consciousness and a bit of dissappointment. She /likes/ the thing. That tail of hers flicks, trying to stretch the tension out of her body. "What are these Big Four? The strongest warriors in this nation, perhaps?" This woman is full of questions, it seems. A pause, and then she offers a small smile. "But I shouldn't be this intrusive. Would lunch for your victory, a drink, in exchange for enlightening a curious travel be interesting to you?" Bribery is legitimate. 

:'''{{#var:928|Momoyo Kawakami (928)}} has posed:'''      Only this close up does she realize you only have one arm. She was listening quietly, didn't even speak very much. But it was obvious you weren't human looking closely at your horns and tail. "The kimono itself isn't, the cut and fashion are pretty ancient... I really wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't just bored as hell during Japanese History." She was referencing a school, probably not too much unlike the public institutions the Empire had for merchants and upper-middle class soldiers. "People around here don't have horns and tails though... ever. You were in a hurry to get through the gate." she lets her guard down enough to rub the back of her neck.     "Well, I don't mind lunch." she shrugs her shoulders. Actually, she was almost as excited about a free lunch after that fight as you were meeting her. "...but whose wallet did you steal to get enough yen to offer that...?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' A finger pinches the bridge of her nose. Sigh. "...It seems I'll need to find a tailor that doesn't ask questions." She laments lightly, before focusing on Momoyo once more. More information is filed away. She's seen such institutions, both from her home, and abroad in the multiverse. Really, this place felt like an advanced Doma. It hurts a little to stand here, and yet, it feels refreshing. It might explain her risks and good mood here. This strange fighter before her might be another. A hurry. Definitely. She should've grabbed one of the illusion devices. "If I hadn't, then I wouldn't have gotten to see a new land with my own eyes before anyone else." She's honest, here. She wanted to see something new, to pioneer something, rather than just work and steal from others. That tail is quietly slipped into her kimono somehow. She'd been too excited to think of it. The horns will just have to stay. Your question has her chuckling just a little. "I don't tend to ask them who their names are. But I have enough. Lead the way." Seems she fully intends to pay, and doesn't seem too concerned for things like cost right now. 

:'''{{#var:928|Momoyo Kawakami (928)}} has posed:'''      Stretching her arms lazily, she drops one heavily on your shoulder... then around your waist. Close enough to tell you were excited, but that didn't seem to dissuade her, it seems she was perfectly used to doing that.     The problem more came touching concealed weaponry near your waist or back. She only paused a moment or two though, but it was close enough to see the oddities in your skin. "You know, the next time you come around here, those weapons are probably gonna cause more problems than not." she chides. But then, her wandering fingers find what she was /actually/ looking for.     In a playful moment, she sets about wrestling the wallet from your curvy figure, and getting a look at the driver's license... but more importantly how much cash was actually in there. If she took you to the wrong place, it was going to be a problem for both. But the arm pinning you in against her side... not surprisingly, she was inhumanly strong. She was probably exciting you without realizing it, but her grip could crack your ribs using her side if she wasn't holding back. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Here, she actually blushes. Yari tries to call upon her soldier's pride, but she's squished against you and well aware just what lengths she'd have to go through to escape your grip, and very aware of the warmth of another person. Despite herself, some of that tension actually vanishes. She's still very much excited, though. She hasn't yet seen so much of the multiverse that she's jaded, and somehow your superhuman strength is comforting in a very odd way. It helps when your Mother was a Legatus who knew eighty different ways to kill a man with a marble and piece of fresh fruit. But at least here she can claim superiority, and the woman tenses back up for a moment. "I come prepared to trips like this, Miss Kawakami. Unknown worlds lead to unknown dangers. I've seen a few worlds in my short life by now. Never leave your guard down if you leave this place." She adds, a bit of multiversal advice. That wallet is guarded jealously. Yari's like a slippery snake, moving it /just/ out of reach for a second, rolling it over her knuckles several times, flipping it to her tail and hefting it up into the air only to catch it. There's nowhere near your level of strength in the Au'Ra, but her dexterity is something to behold. Someone give this girl a cherry stem. But proximity and two hands win out, and it's plucked away when a particularly close wrestle has her hissing! "...Well played." The man she stole it from is in fact a local pigheaded jerk. It was probably karma. She's definitely breathing a little hard after the contest. Thankfully, there's a ramen shop nearby that's just upscale enough to be good, but not /too/ upscale. And they even serve beer. Yari lets her nose lead the way, and uses her tail discretely to point you inwards. Once meals and beer for Yari at least are ordered, she's eating and drinking away. Her gaze is still firmly upon you. "So tell me about this town. It's raised on martial arts, or so I've gathered?" 

:'''{{#var:928|Momoyo Kawakami (928)}} has posed:'''      After she sits down with you, her expression seems to have changed. Even the light tussle where you were surprisingly nimble was entertaining. The problem was she had gone from that hard-edged stare of a warrior... to that of a wry lech. The kind of stare more than one suitor tossed around on miqo'te every so often in port towns.     "Hmm~. I don't know~. I didn't get a good look at how gorgeous you were until now, you know...?" she was derailing the subject entirely by being honest and blunt. Probably all that tussling had blown your emotional cover at the very least. After all... Momoyo's intuition still tended to be on-point, a necessity for a high level fighter. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Unfortunately for Yari, she could name quite a few of said ports. Eyes narrow just slightly and she's handling her cutlery a little bit more tightly. Flashbacks to missions in Aleport run through her head. But all of her defenses against drunken former corsairs fails in the face of open honesty. In her world, that's an obscene rarity only attributed to her own friends and a few knights she happens to know. No, this doesn't happen in that tone of voice. The train has just left tracks, and zoomed into outer space. She flushes almost immediately, eyes widening, that killers preparation all gone. Cue another heart-skip. "...What!?" She manages to choke out, and openly stares at Momoyo. Gulp. Shiver. She hides her face in beer and ramen until three bowls and three bottles lay before her. "I am nothing that special! I mean...there's probably human women that make me seem plain." Cough. All ablush, this Au'ra right now. 

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3542/Paint The House REd

2015-12-20T16:16:53Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The stolen Artifact from the Confederacy has been tracked to an illegal auction being held by the Yakuza in a large city within the Asian Plains, not unlike the city of Tokyo within many Earths. It's a city that stretches to the sky, is cramped, and generally has plenty of back alleys to explore for the seedier of travelers and the local yakuza. The auction house in question is on the edge of the better part of the city, and the worst part of the city. It's a large auditorium style building, typically used for opera. Outside, it's a two story building with a single front entrance and a deliveries area in the back for props and other necessities. Inside, an atrium leads to the left and right towards various staff areas for getting ready for performances and other administration areas, while area in front is another set of double doors and stairs upwards leading to the balcony seats for those particularly rich. Past the doors, there's a large amphitheater, with plush red chairs that is currently seating about one hundred rich yakuza and various other criminals and their associates. The stage is high up, with dark blue curtains. Despite the size of the gathering, security is relatively light. Only two guards at the entrance, one in the back which leads to the storage area for the various items to be auctioned. It seems the Yakuza either believe their own guns mitigate the need for guards, or reputation alone will safeguard them. The first thing for sale is wheeled onto the stage by the auctioneer: a stolen painting worth several million. Bids begin immediately, and all eyes are on stage. In various points around the auction house, the Confederates arrive, Yari herself landing atop a building adjacent to the front of the theater. "Our mission is simple." She relays. "We go in loud, and make an example of these Yakuza garbage. Meanwhile, a small team can begin extracting and searching for the artifact. Anything of value is also a target, but the artifact is paramount. You'll be looking for a star-shaped pendant made of emerald, about the size of a human fist. We don't have much information on the artifact, but it's necromantic in nature, so be careful in handling it." A small smile in her voice, but it's quickly squashed down into professional respect. "Captain Rondel, if you'd do us the honors." She offers to Sanary, even as she flicks a kunai at a guard. He goes down, and the other looks up at the darkness, distracted! 

:'''{{#var:530|Garen (530)}} has posed:'''     Garen, having made his way to the operation site, wasn't his normally well dressed self today. He wore somewhat of a business suit and his his features under a mask. He also took painstakingly meticulous measures...to smell like a raging drunk. Stumbing towards one of the guards, he all but flops onto him. "Hey....where's the can around here?" He asks, voice slurring. He also aims to fall, hoping the guard would catch him, or at least be there as a leaning post. If it worked, the poor guard would find himself being dragged into a shadow, piano wire around his neck. Once the guard expired, he changed clothing again, doing his best once more to pose as a guard. "Cipher Nine infiltrating the building. I'm dressed as a guard under a mask, but you'll know it's me." He relays, before slipping inside. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary's going in for a moderately stealthy approach for once, wearing a completely out-of-place kimono that would look more suited for a period play or a TV show than an auction. Then again, she could probably try to pass herself off as an eccentric millionaire or something, but who's asking?      Hopefully, not the guards. She doesn't have her trusty gunaxe on hand this time around, instead just keeping an innocuous-looking bell on her person that certainly hasn't been used to crush skulls before. She's seated near the side of the auction, eyeing the painting with an unamused/only eye. Hearing Yari, she chuckles softly and steps off to one of the walls while speaking into the comms quietly.      "Hey, hey. You know I'm just hear to break things. But... I'm in position. Once everyone's ready, we'll have a little fun with the... Everyone here~" 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' The response to 'go in loud' is the mechanical cocking a weapon loud enough for comms to pick it up. Considering the gleefully mad giggling that follows it's pretty obvious that Skuzzler is the source. "Yes, loud. -Love- loud." Or just not having to show restraint in general. "Very loud and much 'aquisition' to be had." And he cocks his oversized launcher again, just for effect. Mantigora huffs a bit, and makes sure to keep her foot on his tail so the overeager little furball doesn't go scurrying out of the alley before the signal to go is given. Her eyes are on the back door to the building that's opposite the alley they're lurking in the shadows of. That there is only one guard makes her frown more than anything else, that's foolishly understaffed. Immeadiately she's suspecting there's going to be more security inside. "You deal with the guard," she mutters to her sidekick. "Be as loud and as obnoxious as possible -- which for you, is not hard. I will sneak in while you're doing that and start searching the place." Skuzzler tilts his head a bit at her, one ear flopping with the motion. "And after guard is kaputtled?" "THEN you can start pilfering whatever your deranged little heart finds insteresting." 

:'''{{#var:929|Sakuya (929)}} has posed:'''     "Must it be loud?"     The even-voiced objection comes from a silver-haired woman in a black pinstriped dress. Much like her tone, her appearance within the establishment is equally curt and sudden: She simply is not there one moment and there the next, appearing mid-stride as if she had always been there, ascending the staircase of the main foyer.     "At the very least avoid creating an unnecessary mess. There is more here your masters value than a simple necklace, after all."     She has /other/ matters to attend to. An ulterior motive beyond simply what she was contracted to do. And that motive is not in tonight's auction inventory at all. After all, she'll leave the thieving to the thieves. 

:'''{{#var:924|Winedark Archer (924)}} has posed:''' There's no reply from 'Rider'. Instead, those with magical senses might detect what seems like a blip of pure magical energy moving rapidly into the theatre, up to the second floor. It leaps from the balcony over to the lights above the stage, before stopping. This blip is completely invisible, and those who don't have any form of magical sense won't even know its there. Readying his bow, Archer waits. He keeps it trained towards the crowd, waiting to see who will go on the offensive or not. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' ~In Back~ The guard in the back suddenly has himself with a drunk on his hands! Hurk! Dragged down into the darkness, the man begins to resist, but is eventually taken out by Garen! He slips inside, and Mantigora is free to do the same! The back of the auction house indeed has more security. It's a large open area, with many a crate and box being dug through and generally prepared by the staff of the auction. They're good targets too. There's at least a dozen large boxes to sift through, and three guards in the area. They have their eyes on the boxes and staff, though, so the pair can easily sneak up. ~In Front~ Sanary's stealthy approach works wonderfully, and Yari can't help but grin. It carries in her voice. "Good." Everyone makes their affirmatives, and Yari takes a breath. No one even bats an eye at Sanary's odd appearance, there's plenty of eccentrics in the audience! ARcher's leaps mostly go unnoticed, but a few heads do pop up. Most shake their heads amongst the Yakuza, but two amongst the crowd seem more alert. They're already moving to the sides of the auction, eyes up and keen. The Servant might even feel them gathering magic and their senses extending to search for whatever spooked them! Sakuya's entrance goes utterly unnoticed, and there's a nice view to the auditorium floor if she steps through another pair of doors. Yari pipes up. "This is meant to be a statement. Kill as many as you can." She offers to the group. Then, leaping down from her perch, she stabs the remaining front door guard without regard for noise. "Go!" And then with a heavy, stealth-loving heart that instantly breaks, dramatically kicks in the door and leads the charge. Another set of doors open, and Yari pauses to make a few handseals just as a golden egg is wheeled into the stage from in back. A large fireball lashes out and right into the middle of the crowd, incinerating a good ten people. Screams erupt, people panick and push and trample, and gunshots pour at those who make their way in. Mostly into the backs of terrified auction-audience members. Yari leaps up to the wall, clinging there, ready to avoid bullets and get work as she awaits her more sturdy companions. 

:'''{{#var:530|Garen (530)}} has posed:'''     Garen makes his way slowly over towards the other guards. He gives Mantigora a gesture that would reveal his identity to her and points towards their quarry. He wanders just close enough to listen in to anything they were saying, at least until the fireworks went off. He would then move quickly to garrote one guard, and kick the other into the third, and hopefully into the waiting clutches of Mantigora. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:''' "You heard the lady. It's showtime."      Sanary grins slightly when she hears the beginning of the chaos: Those screams, those pained cries, the terror. If she didn't know any better, she'd think she was starting to enjoy hurting people.      Well, maybe a little. Glancing back at the maid and the ninja as they come in, the healer feigns fear and surprise as she backs up towards the stage, trying to get behind some of those gunners and somewhere higher to get a better view of the chaos unfolding before her. Whether she gets onto the stage or just near it, the end result is the same: She starts howling in the loudest voice she can.      "GOOD EVENING, ASSBUTTS! You're all going to die today~" And with that, she brings up that bell, then starts swinging it at the largest clumps of gunners while channelling magic into the innocuous instrument. On its own, it'd just be good for cracking skulls. With the spell matrixes embedded in it and the magic energy flowing inside it, however, it lets loose deafening sonic blasts at those unlucky enough to be caught in its path! 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' With Garen disposing of the guard with professional ease, Skuzzler can scamper right into the building proper to get on with the real fun, waving his launcher around excessively. "Attention criminal trash, your opperation now being upended! Get down or get dead, Chua not really care which!" Is anyone really going to be threatened by a three foot furball even if he is toting a gun larger than himself? Likely not the hardened yakazu enforcers. But that is why he's just the distraction so the two sneaks can move into position. If the three of them turn on the Chua threatening them, it just leaves them all the more open for the others. Slipping around the other side of the room thanks to her cloaking tech, Mantigora is right there for when the third guard falls, catching him. And by catching him I mean shoving her blades right into his back, and grabbing his mouth with the other hand to keep him from yelling before he dies. The guard in the middle might of gotten back up, but he's the one that gets to demonstrate that short stature is a bad thing to judge on, as a massive arc of electricity flies from Skuzzler's launcher to electrocute him. 

:'''{{#var:929|Sakuya (929)}} has posed:'''     "Statements, I'll leave to the less subtle," Sakuya responds after a moment's thought. Her presence flickers and she seems to split in two, one dashing forward. A knife is drawn, slashing through an oak-paneled door on the second story before the duplicate disappears. Calmly, with all the appearance of an unarmed woman, the maid strolls through the opening left behind, one hand resting on her hip.     This opens up into the second story boxes, where the richer sorts can watch opera without having to mingle with the common rabble. Free hand hanging at her side, the silver-haired woman closes her eyes, "Now then. My compatriots may have less subtlety about this matter-- but I am the sort who simply cannot abide garbage left strewn about."     Eyes open, narrow slits with a faint blue glow behind them, "As a maid, of course it is my duty to clean up such messes." Her silhouette flickers mid-step and the blue shade in her eyes turns crimson. In the same instant, she's surrounded by knives hovering in midair. As if released through some unspoken command, the floating daggers lash out in all directions, embedding themselves into everything within her line of sight.     "Now--" Eyes flicker back to blue and she pauses. Head turning, she addresses the nearest survivor, "The location of your boss, if you please." 

:'''{{#var:924|Winedark Archer (924)}} has posed:''' Magic users have been identified now, just as Archer expected. With a flash, he materializes, dressed up in a beggar's robe over his armor. His bow appears in his hands, as he rapidly nocks an arrow and points it at one of the mages, firing straight at their head. With that, Archer leaps off of the light fixture, nocking another arrow and firing it in midair straight at the other mage. As he lands on the ground, he draws a sword, perfectly non-magical but effective, to slash at guards next to him, before he begins moving, sheathing the blade. He's exceptionally fast as he leaps up to the balcony, grabbing his bow and firing arrows into the crowd. "Let this be a lesson to all thieves: If you steal from the dragon's nest, you must take care to not let the dragon know." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' ~In Back~ Garen's approach is silent and easy, and lets him listen in. At first, the guards are offering general chit-chat and oggling one of the prettier stage-workers, before talk turns more serious. "You hear about the big ticket item?" "Yeah, brother. Supposed to go for Thirty Million! Where'd they stash that thing anyway?" "Who knows? Heard something about a red chest. Ain't exactly out in plain sight though." A clue! Thus far, there's nothing but large crates, but any one of them could hold a pendant-sized chest. There will need to be digging, or some technology or magic shenanigans to speed along the search! Hurrrrrk! Scratch one guard from the neck. Another is kicked right into the third, and both stagger! Mantigora shanks the man from the back, and he falls! A smooth job so far! But then the last guard proves more alert. Skuzzler levels his weapon and the guard throws himself down! He gets winged in the leg and shocked, but not before he squeezes the trigger and lets out a spray of semi-auto fire right at the tiny fuzzball! The stage-hands, it turns out, are alert too. Two of them run away, leaping out into the stage and knocking down the auctioneer. The remaining two draw stub pistols, and start firing at Mantigora and Garen! ~In Front~ Sanary gets a clear 'shot'! Her voice and the ringing of the bell are amplified enough that the sonic waves crash into the crowd, only adding to the confusion as several of the Yakuza trying in vain to gun down the encroaching attackers are sent flying. Many land hard, losing their weapons. Others have their skulls crushed from the impact. The smell of burning bodies and blood already fills the air. Two of the more intrepid Yakuza rush Sanary, one with a pair of knives, and the other firing a pump-action shotgun! The knife-user's blades glow with lightning magic as he leaps at her, coming in underneath the gunshot! Sakuya's sudden rain of knives on the second floor balcony seats and box leaves quite a few of the richer Yakuza dead. One or two aren't quite killed by the strikes, offering a trio of low-caliber pistols shot at the maid who offed their friends and loved ones! "Anyone who messes with the Yakuza will pay!" Screams one, before one last knife is embedded in his skull. There's a single survivor up top, a cowering young man in a suit who could barely be into his mid-teens. "Th...the Boss is over there!" He points down to the floor below at a balding, large man that's making his way along the left side of the auction house floor, surrounded by a quartet of guards. Yari seems to have noticed him, as she chucks a kunai or two at the man, but his guards take the fall. It leaves the Yakuza Boss open! Unfortunately, he's drawing out a pair of what appear to be tommy guns with far too many modern attachments. Those weapons are aimed at Yari, who takes one straight through the tail, forced to dodge and weave up on the wall like some kind of demented spider to avoid being killed, taking a few scratches. For now, it might be up to Sakuya to get to him! Archer's move takes out the first mage with no troubles, though the second is slightly more competent. Her left arm gets thwacked by a magic arrow straight through three magical barriers, and she raises her hand. Patient, it's only when he's leaping down does she send off a curving fireball his way! The arrows he sends screaming down, however, take out a good ten more Yakuza! By now, at least two thirds are already dead, thanks to scared Yakuza firing, trampling from the crowd, and the actions of those assaulting the place! ~Both sides of the building~ A strange feeling seeps into the air, however, magical and ominous. In the back, amidst the chaos, a single crate about half the size of the others begins to glow. 

:'''{{#var:530|Garen (530)}} has posed:'''     Garen looks over as he hears the fire, and curses. "So much for the quiet approach." He says. He keeps the mask on for the moment, and dives back behind a few crates. He then keys into the radio to give a warning towards Mantigora and Skuzzler. "Flash out." He says. He reaches into his bag and chucks one of his grenades out. He waits for the count and the boom before emerging from cover. From under his outfit, he pulls a pair of blaster pistols and puts fire at the yakuza and the stage-hands. It's about then that he feels the ominous feeling. "Hrm...should make it easy to find..." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary could definitely do without the smell. Or the sounds, even. Sure, she's gotten used to the din of battle over the past year, and even the smell isn't something new to her. That doesn't make them any less unpleasant, though, and it distracts her just long enough for those two Yakuza members to actually get the jump on her!      "Dumbasses... You really think that's gonna work on us?" Jerking back to face the pair directly, she channels more energy into her eye to fire off a firey beam at the two, the thin laser detonating in a significantly larger explosion once it's between the knife-wielder and the shotgunner. She doesn't detonate it quite early enough, however, and she still gets a load of buckshot for her trouble.      If it wasn't for the adrenaline coursing through her, she'd probably be in shock right around now. There's even a quiet pained noise going through the comms. as the healer staggers back and nearly topples over from all the bleeding wounds covering her front.      Then again, being able to heal herself does make it easier to cheat her way into looking like an absolute monster despite not actually moving towards anyone in particular.      "We're the Confederacy, you stupid shitstains! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' The air around Skuzzler is filled with hit flashes as the gunfire collides with the Engineer's energy shielding. "Idiot have no idea what dealing with." The blasts are wittling away at it's energy allotment, but that's better than wittling away at him as the Chua waddles up, slinging his weapon as he does. "Guess you get to be first test subject of night..." Followed by the sort of evil scientist laughter one would expect as Skuzzler pulls one of the large laser scapels he has loaded in his SCIENCE BANDOLIER and stabs at the guard's face with it. "See if you even have enough brain in ugly skull to lobotomize!" Mantigora doesn't have to look, her astute awareness of surroundings have the Stalker twisting away from the guntoting stagehands, a few shots zinging against her armor-lined coat. The spin motion handily conceals her reaching for her belt with one hand, pulling a military grade concussion grenade from it, and chucking it at the stage-hands. The disorienting shockwave should fire off at the same time of Galen's own grenades. Followed by a couple of her razor discs aimed for one of the gunmen's face. 

:'''{{#var:924|Winedark Archer (924)}} has posed:''' As the flame engulfs Archer, he vanishes in the fire. Though the mage might have a second to think she succeeded, it will soon falter as the fire fades and Archer lands, only slightly wincing as he begins /laughing/, walking up to the woman. "Pathetic. Did you really think that would hurt me? Regret your mistakes, woman, for they are the death of you." It is at this time that Archer's sword is drawn and rapidly thrust into her gut, before being pulled out and sheathed again. Dashing through the chaos, he draws his bow again, firing it at passing Yakuza as he leaps back onto the light fixture. He waits. He feels. There's something going on in the background. Looks like this isn't all they have up their sleeve. 

:'''{{#var:929|Sakuya (929)}} has posed:'''     Gunshots go off and the maid suddenly disappears, her silhouette dissolving in an instant. In the same blink, she reappears in the same location, crouched. A hand swings out, releasing another knife. Time blinks again and a spread of daggers sail from the arc of her hand, the finishing blow on the surviving attackers from her initial attack. Rising up, she raises a hand to adjust her cuff, eyes closing.     "My gratitude," Sakuya states to the quivering youth. Her silhouette flickers again, and in the same instant the scattered knives disappear from the walls, ceiling, floor, chairs, and gangsters they had embedded themselves into. Raising one which suddenly occupies her hand, she wobbles it loosely from side to side, then as if performing a magic trick, makes it disappear as well, "Now I recommend you tidy up this mess before I return."     Without another word, the woman disappears in that same hiss and dissipation of 'wait a second' she'd flickered with before.     Innocuously, an ordinary woman with silver hair appears amidst the chaos on the first floor, though seems disinterested in contributing to it for the moment. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' ~In The Back~ Ponk! Goes the flashbang, And there's several stagehands on the ground, that are easily gunned down by Garen's blasters! The remaining guard stumbles up! Stubborn guy he tries to shoot at the man once more, missing by a mile! Blam! Blam! Then he very simply falls down. And then gets shanked in the face by Skuzzler. He dies horribly, screaming. The stage hands that remain soon get a grenade courtesy of Mantigora, and then razors too. When the explosion (which ends up breaking open a crate full of gold bars), clears, there's nothing in the back but a ton of expensive goods, and lots of pulped bodies. Thankfully, the group has a few Confederate grunts to deal with the heavier objects worth stealing if they need to delegate tasks. The amulet in question soon becomes utterly obvious, as the explosion opened up the crate where it was located. The red chest begins to float ominously, and then, the star-shaped amulet zips out from it with an explosion of dark magic! It's not enough to harm the Elites in the back, but it's definitely a bad sign. The light in the amulet goes out, and it simply floats, ready for one of the trio to take it. ~In The Front~ The two Yakuza laugh! "Haaaah! You bleed, so you can die! The Family will find everyone you love and chop them up for parts!" Comes Knife Guy! Shotgun guy prefers to let his gun speak for him. But there's a a laser being fired at them, and between! KABOOM! The knife user is ripped apart, while the man with the shotgun loses an arm and is forced to fire warning shots as he tries to crawl away! And he finally talks! "Nnn...The yakuza will prevail, even over your 'Confederacy'!" These guys must not be used to Multiversals, or they're really that idiotic. Blam! Scootch blam! Sevearl more civilians run as Sanary seems to heal before them! The shotgun guy is trampled to death! The woman mage lets out a sigh of relief as it seems she's incinerated her target! "Don't mess with the Yaku..." And then she screams, as she's stabbed repeatedly, eventually quivering and falling limp as she begins to bleed out in agony. ~Entire building~ The efforts of the combined villains and mercenaries results in an utter bloodbath. The Yakuza are dead, the cops are certainly not getting here any time soon, and there's a ton of treasure to haul out. But that wave of magic rushes in, and in mere seconds, the entire piles of dead bodies are sucked towards the orb of magic that's zoomed out from the back and into the main auditorium, creating a squirming, wiggling mass of flesh that floats off the ground. Hands and bone-razor-tipped tentacles emerge from the insane thing, and a hundred voices cry out in pure agony and hatred. Twisted fleshy guns are pulled from within with sucking sounds as faces appear, hands pulling from the horrific ball as if seeking help from those who took their lives! Gunfire lashes out at those who are farther away, filled with magic that's corrosive should they hit. Similarly, those flailing limbs slash at body, floor, and straight into the back room as well! There's only two remaining members at this point: the young man now cowering on the floor upstairs that Sakuya spared, as well as the Boss! Even his attackers are ignored now in favor of that writhing mass, the big man firing both of those guns straight at the monstrosity! "KILL IT! YOU CAN HAVE ALL THE GOODS! JUST KILL THAT DAMN THING!" He yells. Yari contributes, dodging razor-tentacles as she draws her umbrella-sword, slicing away and avoiding death my mere inches! She doesn't yet attack the man, as his fire does help push it back, but nor does she move from being in the way of the exit! 

:'''{{#var:530|Garen (530)}} has posed:''' 5r    Garen spins his blasters and holsters them with flair. "Too easy.." He muses. He watches the light go out, and then the rush of magic and hears the eldritch horror come to life. "Scratch that....it's never easy." He mutters. In the meantime, he reaches up to take the item they came for, slipping it into his pocket. "Shall we?" He asks to skuzzler and Mantigora. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' "Too arrogant for their own good," Mantigora replies to Garen. "They bit a much bigger hand than they anticipated." Garen has the artifact, so she turns her attention to the other goods that were spilt out by the blast. There's not always time for extensive looting on the battlefield, which is why the Dominion has this handy technology that just sucks up items like a vacuum and stores it in your inventory. No muss, no fuss, no need to slow down your bloody mutilation of enemies in the process! Skuzzler leaves the scalpel in the man's head as he turns away for a moment and taps a few quick strokes into the small unit strapped to his wrist. It sends the signal to come to his robots, which in turn clue in the waiting grunts before doing so. The Repair Bot drifts in without issue.. but then has to hover back out and use it's one large manipulator hand to grab the Disruptor Bot and drag it inside because the thing kept bumping into the wall next to the doorway. Tch, pathing issues. But once inside both robots are put to work helping the grunts gather up the goods. Then Skuzzler grabs the dead guard and in total disregard for the deceased tosses him next to one of the larger packing crates. Grabs a second guard and tosses him on top of the first, then props the third against them like a ramp so he can walk up on top and pry the crate open himself. Using your dead body as a step ladder is probably some form of Chua equivilent to teabagging. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary's quite thankful at the crowd in general trampling that man with the shotgun. Any longer, and another one of those shots might have actually hit her! She's content to just continue looking menacing without really doing anything for a while, letting her magic work on those wounds while the bodies start moving and getting dragged into...      She doesn't even need to do a double-take there. It's fairly obvious that their target has been found, and all they really need to do is follow the trail of bodies turning into a larger pile of body!      "Oh. Hi, that's... Uh. Well, then!" As much as the healer hates to admit it, wearing no armor really does make it easier to evade attacks, and she's just flinging chairs into the path of those shots that are centered a little too much on her. Between the fleshy mass and the cowering Bossman...      Someone can hunt him down later. Flicking that bell upward, she takes a magically-imbued swing at the mass to send a shockwave at it, then follows that up with another explosive heat beam from her eye. Unlike the first one, however, this explosion is even stronger and filled with Psycho Power, powered by the same sort of anger and hatred that might very well be powering up that mass itself! 

:'''{{#var:929|Sakuya (929)}} has posed:'''     "Its true colors are finally shown."     Formerly blended in with the crowd, Sakuya kicks off the floor and rises above the throng of retreating criminals. Twisting in place, she produces a single knife and throws it, aimed to pin the mob boss' sleeve to the wall behind him. With another gesture, she follows it up with a few more, aimed at other sleeves, pant legs, and perhaps a little personal intimidation.     "This will be handled. But we wouldn't want you to miss the show, now, would we?"     Her attention shifts back to the monster, now fully formed, and the woman raises an arm in a half-guarded position. Bullets zip by her. Ones that would actually strike her body instead stop a few centimeters in front of her, striking an unseen barrier and making it flicker blue, a simple rectangular shape.     "Another mess to clean up," she mutters to herself, a handful of daggers appearing in her back-stretched hand. Once the option presents itself, Sakuya twists in midair and hurls the entire handful in a spread. Her figure flickers faintly and the number of blades in the air multiplies, hovering briefly before surging into motion, all directed on the fleshy monstrosity. 

:'''{{#var:924|Winedark Archer (924)}} has posed:''' With the magus dead, Archer sets his sights on the mass of corpse parts that manifests, aiming his bow directly at it as he begins nocking arrows. He fires rapidly as he perchs, aiming to rain hell from above on it. Hopefully, it works! 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Schlurrrrrp! Up goes a vast majority of the goods as Mantigora wields her futuristic loot-hoover! The grunts get to work, even as Skuzzler too is looting alongside robots amidst the corpses as stepstools! The pair and the grunts get a lot done, but soon enough those corpses are sucked into the monstrosity! Garen is in a nice position to get a few shots in as well at the monstrosity! Sanary's psycho-powered laser blast explodes into the creature, just as her bell sends a shockwave into it! The blast does little damage, causing severed, writhing heads to fall off of the floating orb. The shockwave is far more effective, knocking it back and causing several tentacles aimed at Yari and Sakuya to go wide! Thunk! Thunkthunkthunk! The mob boss drops his weapons, quivering as he's pinned like a party decoration against the wall! He simply nods to the maid with knives, crying openly! The stunned abomination is then met with a hail of knives, slicing off tentacles and flesh-guns at an alarming rate before digging deep within! More bodies seem to melt out of it into a grotesque pile as each one strikes, reducing its mass and range with every blow! And then Archer follows right up, filling the rest of the beast with arrows, until it's nothing but a dissolving flesh-ball! In the end, one last arrow plunks into the thing, and it's horrific visage is gone in favor of the piles of Yakuza bodies all horribly mangled. The smell is /awful/! The Yakuza boss is quivering and ranting in pure insanity by this point, not even bothering to get free from his pinned state. Yari simply walks up, draws and red-and-black pistol, then shoots him twice in the head. He falls limp. "That seems to be the last of them. Time to pull out. Good job, ladies and gentlemen." Comes Yari, before she's over to Sanary, helping with potions if necessary to help her pull out! The grunts in back help Manti and Garen if necessary! 

:'''{{#var:929|Sakuya (929)}} has posed:'''     Sakuya floats for a moment, squinting as the monster flails and perishes. Eyes slide sidelong before her head turns, just enough to regard the mob boss and his execution. Only then does her outline flicker. All of the discarded knives disappear, including those that had been used to immobilize the gangster, while Sakuya flickers into existence a few paces away, teasing grit from under her fingernail with the tip of one of those very same blades.     "Hardly sporting. It seems my efforts for a live capture were unnecessary."     The knife is put away and she turns, stepping off towards the door, "Next time you require my services, keep in mind I prefer literal monsters, not metaphorical ones. Murder is messier than I care for." 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Skuzzler was already leaning into the crate, so when the dead bodies are yanked out from under him the Chua yelps in surprised as he's dumped into the crate. Which slams shut again. Which does a nice job of muffling what is probably a load of swearing from inside as the crate shakes back and forth comically as Skuzzler is incapable of opening it from the inside. And wouldn't you know it, his launcher fell off his back as he fell in. Mantigora walks over and picks up the gun, unable to hide the smirk on her face at her sidekick's predicament. "Oh, if only I had a 'Do Not Open Until WinterFest' sticker." But instead she just gives one of the Engineer's bots a kick, and makes them carry the crate out. She'll let Skuzzler out. Eventually. After she enjoys the peace and quiet for a bit. 

:'''{{#var:530|Garen (530)}} has posed:'''     Garen sighs softly as he see's the monstrosity die off. "Riight....I need a shower...or 10 after this." He says. He looks over the artifact, making a note to drop it with yari later. He looks over to mantigora and nods. "Efficient, as always. It's a pleasure working with you." He says. Afterwords, he tosses the mask and clothing away, slipping into his usual longcoat before fading into the crowds. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      A little messy, but the job seems to be finished! Sanary's looking rather pleased at that, finally letting herself relax a little when Yari comes over with those much-needed potions. THe buckshot will still need extracting later, of course, but the cleric's much more spry on her feet after that bit of rejuvenation.      "Great work, everyone. We'll keep that in mind, SAkuya, but... I did see this one story that was supposed to be about humans being more monster-y than monsters." Silence from the comms for a moment. "... Didn't finish it, though." She breaks out into laughter, then winces again before continuing in their escape from the scene.      She'll probably finish reading it sooner or later, right? 

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3548/To Cut Off A Lizard's Tail

2015-12-20T16:15:41Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' It's near to midnight, and Dun Realtai is quiet and peaceful. Nary a servant of the castle, nor revelers at the local tavern remain in the village, all nice and comfy in their beds. One of the many semi-permanent residents of the village is still awake, however. Yari Takane took a shot through the tail on her last mission, and though medical did a good job, there's an annoying phantom pain that like most of the ones she's gathered through the years, is eased by the nice hot baths of the the village. She'd taken a good hour and a half to indulge, slipped on one of her kimonos without even a weapon on her person or armor to cover her. To her, Dun Realtai is safety, friendship barring one or two, and a place where she can let her guard down. She slips through the castle's interior to the quarters she occasionally calls home, right next to that where her adoptive daughter has taken residence. But something is odd this night, and Yari has been too blind to see it. Twin shadows have moved amongst the village at this late hour, flashes of horns and tail and silken clothing. It might be enough to spook a villager, maybe even get them to contact one of the Elites here. Yet it's not an unusual occurance: Yari herself fits the description and is the source of a ghost story or two through her stealthy ways. Odd, that this particular story involves two of those ghosts. The lizard-ninja pauses just outside her quarters, opening the door to Linh Takane's and she smiles as she spies the young girl sleeping soundly. Closing it gently, the former Centurion then opens her own door without a thought. Almost immediately, there's a howl of pain and a mechanical sound of gears turning and metal objects in dozens clanging against stone walls and embedding in flesh. The sound of fire and water mix as those with magical senses can sense offensive spells, and the already dim light of the hallway grows dimmer as the inevitable result of fire and water slamming together fills much of the hallway in a dense fog! Sounds of struggle echo down the hallway, and onto the local radio. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham had been glad to fly out to spend sometime with her friends in the feds, especially Sanary. She just hoped the medic girl could hold her drink a little better than she had before. Of course, she had noticed that Yari had slipped out sometime into it, but figured she needed her space. After drinks though, Ferham would have been heading by Yari's place to talk to her when the /mysterious/ noises and commotion was heard inside one of the houses. This quickly drew her attention and the clattering of the femmebot's heeled boots could be heard, before she came to what she expected to be Yari's house. Trying the door, if locked, she'd attempt to wrench it off the hinges. 

:'''{{#var:530|Garen (530)}} has posed:'''     Garen had hitched a ride with Sanary with hopes to drop off the artifact they had acquired the night before. Why he kept it, even he didn't know, but he felt it best she have it. So, here he was, waiting for the doors to be opened. Then, he heard the clattering and commotion from Yari's house. He quickly drew one of his blasters, and checked on the sword he kept hidden in the back of his longcoat. He turns to keep Ferham covered while she works on getting the door open, or at least out of the way. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Like Yari, Sanary's taken a liking to Dun Realtai. Granted, it didn't have all of the same amenities that her living space in the Zaibatsu's headquarter had nor those of the Citadel, but the lack of technology and fresher air was something she enjoyed from time to time. Tonight is no different, of course, and the cleric's chosen this particular night to have a night out with Ferham and Garen! Friends, co-workers, food, and a small drink while to keep herself from being drunk for too long: Surely nothing could go wrong tonight.      Well, until things start to go wrong. She jerks up slightly at the sound coming from her comms, a concerned and slightly slurred tone in her voice. "Yari...? What's wrong? Yari!" Gritting her teeth, she practically bolts towards the Au Ra's living quarters in the castle. She grabs a spear off one of the displays and a shield on the way, keeping pace with Ferham and Garen before taking position by the door.      Just her luck to have come here without her usual weapons. 

:'''{{#var:560|Emiya Shirou (560)}} has posed:'''     Emiya Shirou's one of Dun Realtai's dedicated defenders. Not a loafer! So when a spooked villager came to the keep... well, they got lucky and caught him practicing archery against some hay bales. Odd thing to be doing at midnight, but he's had a lot on his mind recently.     So he provided some assurances and set out on patrol. It was uneventful for quite a while. Aside from an unnerving sensation of something being 'wrong' he couldn't find anything but a glimpse at a shadow here or there!     Well, his Servant may have other findings.     It's when he's on the way back to the keep that he hears the scream. "NO way... I just left the castle!"     Emiya Shirou bursts into the old keep in no time at all, cranking as much magical power as possible into his body for extra speed and agility. So he comes swooping into the hallways skidding over the floor, Kanshou and Bakuya already projected!     "FIRE! WE'VE GOT A FIRE! MAYBE INTRUDERS!" He yells, hoping other keep inhabitants won't be caught unawares by this... 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' Sir Gawain does not usually patrol this late at night. Therefore, he has been in his room on the fourth floor, above Yari's room. Tonight, he is playing his Gameboy while lying in bed, trying to beat his Tetris score of 100. Until, atleast, he hears the cries for help and feels the tingle of magic in the air. Invasion! Manifesting his armor and sword, Sir Gawain loudly dashes down the halls, slamming down the stairs towards Yari's room. He passes right by the Confederates as he approaches the door, motioning Ferham away. "Lady Rondel! Check on Linh, you'll be familiar to her! You two, stay to my back, cover me!" Taking one step back, Sir Gawain then proceeds to slam forward, putting forth his Servant strength in an attempt to kick the door straight down. He'll immediately move into a defensive position afterwards, blade drawn and at ready. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Luckily it's easy enough for Ferham, Sanary with her newfound weaponry, and Garen to make their way towards the hall in the Castle where Yari typically resides. One idiot servant left a door lock, but Ferham easily gets the door open! Click! The trio are greeted with smoke filling the hallway that's lowering down into a fog. In the darkness and smoke a trio of shadows strike at each other, two of them focusing on a single target that seems to be inside of Yari's room. From the vague outlines, all are humanoid, but there's tails flailing murderously and even a moment or two of horns smashing into each other. But Gawain and his Master arrive, and Gawain barrels quite physically into Yari's little quarters. The door that just tried to slam shut behind the intruders slams right down into the pair even as the smoke fades. Inside of Yari's room, there's easily at least thirty kunai embedded in the walls, a large gun-like machine and a broken wire attached to the door. Near the window looking out, Yari huddles, her right side having taken a good five kunai right towards the ribs, with a sixth bloody spot running through her kimono. Said kunai is in her hand, with more kunai scattered around her, presumably when she knocked them away. Her eyes are wide, adrenaline and now the poison in her veins making her blood run chill. The two bodies that Gawain slammed into turn out to be another pair of of au'ra. Both are blue-scaled like Yari, having leapt aside. One of them is nursing a broken arm from the Servant's assault. The pair could easily be twins, and glare at the intruding Servant! "So it looks like you've made some friends, traitor. It doesn't matter, you die this night, Yari Takane!" Comes the sword-wielding ninja! The other ninja, twin kunai in hands, rushes for Gawain in a blurr of motion, trying to stab into the man at the neck! The sword-ninja goes after Yari, and the poisoned ninja has a hard time deflecting her blows! From the room beside it, the small figure of Linh Takane, a small asian girl, comes tumbling out with alarm on her face! "Mommy!?" 

:'''{{#var:530|Garen (530)}} has posed:'''     Garen narrows his eyes as he watches the exchange. "I don't think so." He says towards the sword wielding ninja. A volley of blaster fire explodes forward, while the agent looks over. "Cent-..Takane, you should fall back...Your hurt bad, it looks like." He says, pulling the sword from his back. Normally, Garen would crack a one liner, but the agent was all business this night. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham had used her Reploid strength to wrench the door right off it's hinges and had tossed it away, and was preparing to push her way in the room when Gawain motioned her away. Her cheeks reddened, and while she might have in other circumstances ignored this order, she is also treating this especially careful--so she nods abruptly and motions for Gawain to go in first. She didn't want to cause anything that might exacerbate the situation and get people hurt, or cause some kind of friendly fire situation.      When Lihn appears though, Ferham is quick to (gently) snatch her up and hold her, putting one of her metal wings between the doorway and the girl protectively. She'd inspect her for injuries as well, taking stock of her. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Fire, too? Great. Just great. Sanary's going to have to move fast, then. Hearing Gawain, she opens her mouth to protest before grunting lightly. As much as she'd hate to admit it, he does have a point. Plus... Why the hell did she pick up a spear? She could've at least gone for a sword or another shield.      Either way, the door being opened means it's time to head in and scope out the situation! One ninja going after Gawain, another going after Yari, and Linh by the door. She's not too concerned about Gawain being properly armed and not quite injured yet, but...      She'll just have to trust the others to keep her in check. Ferham has Linh covered, and Garen taking shots at the one attacking Yari gives the healer her opening to actually move for the Au Ra herself. "Keep her safe, Ferham. Everyone else, make sure these two live." Her voice is oddly calm as she speaks, although she does let out low grunt as she hurls that spear right at the sword-using assassin. Afterwards, she takes a defensive position near Yari with that borrowed shield of hers.      "What did they do to you?" Her voice is oddly calm, yet the rage and anger are quite visible in her eye. Someone's going to live tonight. 

:'''{{#var:560|Emiya Shirou (560)}} has posed:'''     Shirou comes barreling into the room only for him to get clonked by the remains of a door. OW! He stumbles into the quarters regardless, still armed and undeterred by the danger. It doesn't take him long to figure out who's friend, and who's foe. "YARI!"     Enemy in one way, ally in another, he points one of his twin weapons at the offending au'ra. "Not in this castle, assassins!" Instead of going on the offensive however, he instead leaps to Yari's side and attempts to intercept the attacker, even hurl them back and away to buy Yari some breathing space! 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The blaster fire from Garen does much to have the pair of ninja ducking out of the way, or more accurately, getting winged by lasers and leaping from the floor, to the sides of the wall, and then to the ceiling! The pair cling there, taking stock of the situation. Ferham takes Linh under her wing, and the young girl clings to the red valkyrie-reploid like a rock against a storm. There's tears in her eyes, fear too, but not for herself. She's unharmed, but trembling in shock and terror. "Is mommy going to be okay!? You and Mister Gawain, and all of your friends are going to save her from the bad people, right?" Comes Linh, looking up to Ferham. The thrown spear slams against the sword-wielding ninja, who swings her blade and manages to barely deflect it, falling into a corner of Yari's room. The ninja it hit leaps down, flipping behind Gawain and leaping back. Yari manages to speak up, a hand on her forehead. "They...set a trap. I...I know them! They're strong!" She croaks out, sounding delirious. The other ninja meets the wrath of Shirou as she attacks Gawain, slammed right back into her partner as the young man similarly barrels into the room! Unfortunately for everyone involved aside from Ferham and Linh, the pair of ninja recover enough to make handseals! A massive fireball is spat from their mouths, aiming for everyone in the room! Yari manages to get to her feet, and with a few handseals of her own, lets loose with a burst of wind that has the fireball halted right before her friends. She's barely up, however, and the wind is losing out! Meanwhile, kunai-ninja chucks one of her weapons right at Linh and Ferham, an explosive tag on the weapon! If she doesn't act fast, it'll explode on them both! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      "Of course we are, who is in there? Can you tell me?" Ferham asks the child, keeping her deep feminine voice gentle and a bit more soothing than usual for the child's sake, making sure she's keeping the girl back from where the action was happening, but all the same wishing she could still be in there to try and help Yari, too, if she was still inside. Ferham has no choice but to back down the corridor a bit and raises her free hand, her right which she wasn't cradling Lihn in--and forms a bit of a small blockade of ice against the wall to help shield her and the youngster, kneeling down as she kept her left (dominant) arm around her.      "Shh, everything's going to be okay now, Sir Gawain is checking the room out now," she looked down, stroking the girl's hair with her gloved hand. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Yari was still capable of fighting and speaking. A good sign! Without her usual gear, however, Sanary's not quite in a position to fight back against the fire so much as direct her magic into Yari. Under more ideal circumstances, she'd be able to pull those kunai out before healing her up and giving her magic an extra boost, but here?      "Sorry, Yari...!" She just has to focus on the immediate threats for now. Using her eye beam isn't an option with so much potential collateral damage, and the shield... She'll just have to hope the shield holds up against anything that comes from behind her. The healer pours quite a lot of energy into the Au Ra at once, both of them practically glowing with that green light as she positions herself in front of Yari as a human shield/mana battery. 

:'''{{#var:530|Garen (530)}} has posed:'''     Garen growls as he see's the handseals and opts for a more practical response. That is, a concussion grenade launched at the wall. However, seeing the tag on the kunai gives Garen an utterly devious idea, even while he shot at said Kunai to take it out of the equation, and make the ninja think twice about using protectiles. He shoots at the kunai ninja...more specifically at her tags. Again, no words from the Agent, but rather the quiet challenge of someone determined to protect his friend. 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' As Shirou takes the ninja coming at him, Sir Gawain flinches from the blow, before barreling forward at them. "Ninjas! Watch out, we outnumber them, which makes them infinitely stronger!" Sir Gawain has experienced the internet lately, it would seem. Slashing at their side with his blade, he positions himself in front of Yari, nodding to her as he lifts his blade up defensively. "Lady Takane! Stay behind me, I will not let them hurt you!" 

:'''{{#var:560|Emiya Shirou (560)}} has posed:'''     "Of course we will! .. How dare these two attack a peaceful castle.... whoever sent you's going to be in SERIOUS trouble!" Shirou barks at the ninj'au'ra. Just in time to get FIREBALLED!     Shirou swings the weapons down at it, but the flames just ignore this. They're not quite magic enough and so... he's ENGULFED! "Hwagggh!"     But while his hair and clothing's smoldering, he's still standing despite it all... and he retaliates by HURLING the two weapons at his attacker! 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The soothing voice, the gentle rub to her hair from the reploid has the young girl's sniffling not evolving into pure cries, and she brave nods her head. There's the slightest of brightening of her eyes. "I believe in Mister Gawain and Mister Shirou and Miss Sanary and all of mommy's friends!" She finally croaks out! Only to shriek as the weapon is tossed at them! Then Garen fires, causing one ninja to again catch a shot to the chest, stumbling bck, and then that explosive tag is hit! It explodes, half of the blast slamming into Ferham's ice-shield, and the rest taken by one of the ninjas! She falters, bleeding heavily now, and already begins to stumble towards a window! She's aiming to escape! "H...handle the rest, sister!" Gawain's defense and slashing blade slices that fireball neatly in half, or at least the portions that don't end up being face-blocked by Shirou! The remaining blast is sliced out the window by Gawain. Yari ducks down. . She'll owe new curtains to Saber! Yari's hand goes to Gawain's arm. "...Sanary...Gawain...all of your...I..." She hacks, coughs, and falls to her knees even as magic heals her. Her veins are already looking green. Only Sanary's magic is keeping her from passing out, or maybe even dieing from whatever toxins were shoved into her! Ferham thankfully manages to get Linh to safety, leaving only the two ninja remaining! One stands poised to leap out the window! The other ninja closes her eyes and grits her teeth. "This is for Master Saru, Takane! None of you know anything about this traitor! She's an enemy of all of Doma, giving our secrets to that filthy Empire!" She rips open her kimono, revealing the good eight sticks of dynamite attached to her. A flick of her fingers and they're lit as she leaps for the group, sword flashing as she intends to detonate herself and cut through them all to get to Yari! Thankfully the concussion grenade followed by those tossed weapons of Shirou's embedding in two of the sticks has her flailing in the air as there's a blast of the grenade! Can our heroes stop this crazy kunoichi!? 

:'''{{#var:530|Garen (530)}} has posed:'''     Garen smirks as he stops the tag, even detonating it with his blaster. Of course, then the dynamite was revealed. He simply narrows those eyes again and aims to drill both of the explosive ninja's kneecaps. The one at the window would find more blaster fire for her. Garen wanted to take at least one alive for intelligence. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary grits her teeth as Yari appears to weaken, grasping her by the shoulders and pulling her close to keep her covered as much as possible. "Easy. We're here for you. Just rest up and..." She trails off as she focuses all of her efforts on transferring that healing energy, focusing mostly on boosting the Au Ra's natural healing now to try and help her body fight off that poison.      Of course, from that angle, she doesn't see the ninja with dynamite. Although she's got that shield draped over her back, there's not a lot she can do about the oncoming ninja! She can, however, see the other ninja heading for the window, and hear the one with the dynamite quite clearly.      "You can talk more when you come with us. Now shut up!" Lifting her head, she aims an explosive eye beam at the window itself, trying to detonate it ahead of the retreating assassin and cut off her escape! 

:'''{{#var:560|Emiya Shirou (560)}} has posed:'''     A SUICIDE VEST?! Shirou wastes no time here at all. In the instants between seconds his brain hits overdrive and cranks out a new set of weapons. Kanshou and Bakuya are reforged almost instantly, and in that SAME INSTANT the half-formed weapons are nearly upon the suicide vest. Shirou moved faster than he could possibly have thought anything out.     Slicing down with both.     Aiming to cripple that vest. The cuts might be deep enough to hit flesh, but slicing the dynamite sticks apart to render them largely inert. Hopefully. He can only hope.     If he's thinking at all,r eally. 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' Well, this is not good. Yari's poisoned, and there's explosives inside the room. Acting instinctively, Gawain grabs Yari and pushes her towards Shirou, before charging at the ninja with the suicide vest. He slices his blade at her leg, before moving to rip off her suicide vest. Once he gets it off, he looks towards the window, before saluting. "If I don't make it back, take care of Florence for me, Shirou!" And then Sir Gawain uses his Agility to leap straight through Yari's window, diving down all the way to the bottom of the keep. Once he gets back on his feet, he dashes for his bike, riding it faster than should be possible as he attempts to get as far into the unsettled plains as possible. BOOOOOOM! 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The kunai ninja ears blaster fire, leaving her stumbling, but her armor is good stuff! She more trips towards the window than leaps towards it, and then eats an explosive to the face! She cries out, grabbing her face, and starts rolling around as she screams and howls. The explosive ninja's kneecaps are taken out, and she can't move! Two things happen in the span of seconds. First, Shirou slices down with his rematerialized blades! The ninja in question is swift, leaping back...or tumbling more accurately thaks to her shot-out knees! Four more dynamite sticks are sliced off! And then his Servant rushes in, slicing into the ninja's leg and grabbing the remains of the vest! By now, the ninja's legs are ruined from Shirou, Garen, and Gawain, but she's alive as she falls to her face! Bu the distraction has let the the now blinded ninja get up, and fall out the window, kicking off desperately in the opposite way from the fleeing heroic Gawain! At least they have one ninja in custody, and another dreadfully wounded! Off in the plains, can Gawain survive the explosion!? Does he not look at it as he rides off like a baller into the beautiful moonlight!? By now, Yari has all but curled up into Sanary's arms as she shoves magical healing. For now, she'll live, but she's going to be in dire need of healing and anti-poison treatments very, very soon. Whatever they used, it was an awful concoction. 

:'''{{#var:530|Garen (530)}} has posed:'''     Garen walks carefully over towards the downed ninja. He makes sure to stay out of range of those kunai, but close enough to stop any retreat. "Save yourself alot of pain and tell us who sent you, and why." He says, voice cold as ice. Even at this range, he had that blaster trained for a headshot. "And you had best tell us what you used to put Takane in the stats she's in." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary's finally pacing herself with the healing as she settles down onto the floor with Yari in her arms, not even looking towards the window or the fallen ninja or anything else in the room. With Linh being taken care of, Her number one priority now is keeping a steady flow of energy going into Yari until they can properly get that poison taken care of.      "Best listen to him there. Otherwise, we might let you live." Although she doesn't turn around to face the ninja, there's a distinctly cold tone in the healer's voice as she addresses the assassin. She does glance up after a moment, however, turning to Shirou and gesturing at Garen and their new captive with her head.      "Watch her hands, too. Break 'em if you have to. Mine are a little full here." She does raise one hand to direct some healing magic towards Shirou and Garen just in case, focusing some of that energy on a more direct mana and stamina booster just in case. 

:'''{{#var:560|Emiya Shirou (560)}} has posed:'''     And Gawain seems to be crazy enough to just YOINK the remaining vest and go out the window with it! he gapes, but... does as told and moves to shield Yari and Sanary.     He winces upon hearing the explosion... but the Command Spells on his hand don't go anywhere. That at least is a relief. Had Gawain died they'd be gone, he knows...     "That's crazy, even for a Servant..." He murmurs with some warm relief in his tone. But he's still HECKA WORRIED For other reasons. "You two... how bad is it?!" 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' In the distance, the smoke of the explosion can be seen through the window. Over time, it fades...and a knight riding a bicycle in the direction of the keep can be seen, radiating brightly in the darkness. It would seem Sir Gawain is alive! 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The remaining kunoichi offers an evil little smirk. "Why not try asking her?" She quips, before falling to the ground unconscious. Yari, similarly, is out cold by now. Sanary's healing has kept her alive, but she's going to need some anti-toxins. Luckily it seems there's quite a few bits of equipment on the enemy ninja, and a quick search will find an antidote! 

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3280/Pillage and Plunder

2015-10-27T13:12:27Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The Ayame Clan stronghold consists of a large tract of land out in the Asian Plains. A lonely island, its stormy beaches blend into thick bamboo forests and then into the rice patty fields and tiny spatterings of civilization where the peasants that serve the clan make their meager living. High up above, with a series of large hills leading to stone walls, the ninja clan rules with an iron fist. Rather than risk getting blameless peasants involved in the whole affair, Yari and her cohorts along the mission have opted for a low fly-by in a stealth transport, dropping the group off in the paths between rice patty fields. They've also been given nightvision goggles and a map of the stronghold: it's a simple affair, a four-story pagoda rising up in the center, with a longer living quarters nearby, with two smaller outposts near the front gates. One bored looking guard can be seen at the gate, in light armor and with a naginata, while the figure of what might be an archer roams the walls. The fighter will remain stealthed, ready to pick up the operatives in the storm weather, and to pick up any hand-carryable loot. Yari herself is dressed in dark camo and fatigues, perfect for the stormy rain and heavy cloudcover. Miserable, chilly conditions, but perfect for a stealth approach. Yari signals to the others, starting an approach to the eastern hill. It'll be a rough climb in the rain, but with the help of spurrs, Yari gets up to the wall undetected. Up above the sound of an archer walking by is heard. One high ninja-leap gets Yari halfway up the wall, then another, and the poor man is pounced. He gurgles quietly, then the body is tossed down from the wall. A pair of ropes come tumbling down. From up top, it looks like the walls are now utterly unguarded with the death of one ninja, and the rain. Lights from paper lanterns can be seen in the alleyways around what's likely the living quarters. The two other buildings seem to be without light, and the Pagoda too is lit. "I say we each hit a building, then converge on the Pagoda. If you find one of the peasants, leave them alive, but kill anyone in Ayame clan colors or with a weapon." Those colors being white and blue. The larger non-pagoda building seems the most populous, with the two storehouses less so. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' The nightvision goggles are unnessary, Mantigora has the function and several other filters built right into her nanotech augmentations. The map, that's a great thing to have though, already blipping on her HUD. She's been studying it the entire march up the hill. Looks like most of the guards save the occasional archer, or the ninja like the one Yari dispatched, have retreated indoors in the weather. So no one shooting them as they climb up the walls, either. "I'll deal with the barracks." The Draken pauses, the click-clacking of her battle claws into place from her arms audible despite the bitter weapon. "Hardly the first time I've had to uproot entire squad on my own." That almost demonic fangy grin is very not a pretty thing to see, unless you like looking at living images of malice. It's the last thing seen of her for the moment as Mantigora jumps down the wall, disappearing under her cloaking field as she does so, and slinks off towards the barracks structure. She figures she's better suited for dealing with the large number of clansmen that are likely inside due to the weather, and keep them from responding quickly to her compatriates causing their own trouble. Best way to stop guards is to kill them first, as the old Draken warsaying goes. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Stealth missions have never been Sanary's forte, but becoming a well-rounded and renowned soldier means doing anything that's thrown her way! It's for that reason that she's actually in disguise today, wearing a plain brown tunic with even plainer gray pants to give her the look of a peasant from a distance. She's also carrying two large straw baskets on a pole, hefting the whole thing behind her shoulders fairly easily. She's not defenseless, of course, keeping a small hatchet worn on her hip and her gunaxe hidden inside the basket.      Climbing isn't too hard without those baskets being weighed down by much, at least, and she joins Yari up that wall before peering at those buildings from behind the nightvision goggles and scratching her side idly. "Forgot how itchy this stuff gets... I could fit a lot in here, so I'll hit..." She winces briefly once she takes those goggles off to turn to Mantigora and Yari, just in time to watch Mantigora make her move!      "... Storehouse on the left. Holler if you need backup." She flashes the ninja a brief grin before climbing back down, and she starts making her way to the storehouse rapidly once she touches down! She'll actually try sticking to the shadows for once, taking advantage of the rain to muffle her footsteps. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari gives a smile to both. Cue a salute to Mantigora, and a grin to Sanary. "Glory and Honor. Be careful, both of you." With that, Yari too slips off to her own storehouse. She makes a silent hop off the wall, letting Sanary take the lead before she heads towards the right storehouse. Along the way, she makes a detour for the front gate. Ducking behind a convenient well, she waits until the grumbling guard is deep in a stretch and a yawn before she's behind him, a short blade cutting his throat hard before it's a quick trip down the well with a splash muffled by the rain. LEFT STOREHOUSE: Sanary's approach is unseen, a single guard patrolling past the storehouse towards Yari's. It's practically unguarded, and the thin bamboo slats that function as doors open smoothly once reached. The entryway leads into a hallway, with three doors. The first two are siderooms on the left and right sides, and then a long stretch of hallway to a much larger set of doors. There's light coming from the larger doors, and the sounds of snoring coming from within, that's punctuated occasionally by the mumbles of suspiciously drunken guard followed by a bit more noise. In the dim light from the lantern, there's the figure of what might be a dog approaching the door that's slightly ajar, sniffing! Barracks: Mantigora's stealth system works perfectly despite the rain, and she's easily able to get up close. There's a single guard similar to the one at the front at the side entrance to the building, and grumbles and general sounds of late-night drunken comraderie. The map would show one long set of bunk-type areas on the right side of the building, with the rest composed of what's likely a storehouse for food and equipment. Mantigora can chance offing the guard up front, or simply passing on by to the interior where there's an empty long hallway before the barracks portion, and a serving girl in a pink kimono making her way towards the barracks doors with sake bottles. RIGHT STOREROOM: Yari's own storeroom is much the same as Sanary's, only in reverse fashion. She slips right in after a quick peek inside just as that previous guard makes his way for the storehouse. One quick scan of two of the rooms finds them empty for the most part. A few choice swords and a few extra smoke bombs are obtained, but everything else isn't worth taking. Then, she heads towards the last room, ducking in swiftly as she hears her new guard friend enter, heading her way! Inside the main room here, it seems to be nothing but dried foodstuffs, though a scroll or two catches her eyes! A bust and now she's trapped! 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' The cloaking effect isn't perfect in incrimental weather, but with it being nighttime besides one wouldn't be likely to notice the droplets dribbling against 'nothing' unless it was upclose and too late. All the same Mantigora is pretty confident her advanced futuristic tech has these ninjas outclassed. That is no reason to get careless, though. Ninjas have their reputation for a reason, and to get arrogant just for a small advantage would be foolishly fatal. Always give your enemies proper concern for their abilities, even if yours are superior. While it would be easy to do so Mantigora opts not to spill the guards' guts all over the ground, on the off chance he got a chance to raise an alarm of some sort. Instead she waits for him to check in the opposite direction and then slip past behind him. Inside she stays close to a wall, checking the hallway back, then sneaking after the servant. Shadowing her should give her ample oppritunity to get close to the barracks... and the girl is just a servant, neither dressed or armed as a clanmemer. Therefor, not a target. Or a victim. She is a convenient trail to follow though. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary furrows her brow as she watches that guard, keeping those goggles tucked away for the time being to keep herself from being identified too easily as an outsider. "Yari. One incoming from my storehouse. Watch yourself." She mutters over the comms before slipping into that storehouse, shaking off the rain and generally trying her best to just look like a peasant getting dry instead of someone preparing to take everything that isn't nailed down.      Hearing those guards, the cleric weighs her options. Take them out and risk compromising her stealth, or avoid them and risk running into them at an inopportune time? She doesn't have to make that decision just yet, however, as she sees that shadow approaching! Of course, with those baskets dangling in front and behind her, she's not about to get into either of the side rooms stealthily.      So what does she do? Start making noise, of course! Shaking off that rain isn't exactly quiet, and she even groans much like the older women in her village used to do when the rain bothered them. If she can't hide, she can at least try to bluff her way through in convincingly, especially if that really is a dog and it ends up bringing the guards out, anyway. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' LEFT STOREHOUSE: Sanary's acting proves more than plausible, and the dog lets a little grunt of a woof before settling back down into a corner of the room. The guard, however, stands and stumbles for the door. "Ugh...keep yer...yer mouth shut ya old bat! Told ya to stop comin' into here. Food's in the /other/ storehouse idiot." A ninja in clan colors thuds right out onto the floor, reeking of cheap sake. An easy kill, but what about the door? It seems to be sleeping right now. Inside Sanary's storehouse are several chests full of gold, as well as a number of more well-kept shuriken and other various palm to forearm sized weapons. Yari would love some of these, and there's even an ornate axe on the wall! RIGHT STOREHOUSE: "Got it!" Thankfully she's prepared thanks to Sanary. A quick thump against a piece of wood, and the guard huh's!? He walks up to the door, hand on the slats, and... SHANK! Wakizashi straight through the heart. She rolls him down, and covers him with a few extra mats in the room. Scratch one guard, but nothing in here to write home about. Yari grabs a bite of jerky that's hanging on the wall for morale purposes and to quiet her stomach, before going to search the last room. Nothing. Definitely a bust overall. "Area clear. Proceeding to overwatch position." Slipping out of the building, Yari leaps up to the top of it and looking for the others. Mantigora shadows the servant easily enough, the young woman barely into her late teens from all appearances. She slides open the barracks doors. Quickly delivering sake to a trio of ninja, all scruffy looking thuggish types playing at bones, the poor girl soon gets pulled down by one of them! She smacks at him uselessly while the others laugh! There's eight other guards in the room, most of whom either drunk or asleep in their beds aside from the trio tormenting the poor serving girl! No one's yet to notice Mantigora! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Although Sanary does grin a bit at the woof from the dog, the guard ninja's response draws a displeased groan from the healer. She's not quite sure whether to feel good about being able to sound like a convincing old woman.      Well. Either way, she's not going to let his drunkenness go to waste. Approaching the ninja cautiously, she peers about to make sure she isn't being observed before hoisting him over her shoulder. "Come on, ya big baby. Gonna get a cold if you sleep there..." She can't be too careful just in case someone /is/ listening, right? Provided that he doesn't struggle too much, she'll take him to that storeroom and, without any prying eyes around to interrupt, crush his throat. Best not to leave a bloody trail, after all!      "Good haul in here... Anything I should keep my... /Eye/ out for?" She mumbles over the comms, snickering a moment later. Even before getting any responses, though, she'll have already started loading up her baskets with stuff (after getting her own gear out of there)! Shuriken, weapons, gold, and even the axe go right in! Hopefully, nobody will actually ask her about why her baskets are so damn heavy. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Unseen eyes narrow a bit as one of the drunken soldiers pull the servant girl aside despite her protests. While hardly an individual of moral inclinations, there was a certain amount of .. distaste to this activity. The girl was merely doing her job, and that is how she is treated? It's almost as disgusting as the thoughts the man is likely thinking. Despite being your big bad conquring the galaxy Empire, the Dominion actually has some pretty strict compliances when it comes to maintaining the safety and sanctity of it's civilian populance. Because without the people, there is no Empire. But that's slightly straying off track. The fact that these men are disrespecting a ordinary girl doing her job is the important thing. Which would be why a a pair of sleek arm-blades plunge into the man's arm, aiming for crippling his muscles enough to let the young girl break free, as the form that could easily be mistaken as demonic appears attatched to the weapons. "If I was you, little girl, I would run." The barb-tuffed end of her tail snaps fast enough to make a whipcracking noise as it swipes at one of the other men in the trio, right at his face. "This is going to get delightfully messy." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' LEFT STOREHOUSE: "Ahh...always worryin' about us. Yer a good ol' ba...AUCK!" His good drunken cheer is cut short as his throat is smashed in, and after writhing uselessly, he falls silent. Scratch another guard. Never call clerics old women, oh mook guards. Yari radios back, "Money, gems, and any scrolls you can find. I mostly want their knowledge, and we'll send an extraction crew later for the big things. Anything that you like, Sanary. Go wild." BARRACKS: The poor serving girl screams as the man's arm erupts in viscera, his grip broken and the man howling in pain as he falls to the ground, clutching his arm. His other compatriot catches a tail to the face hard enough to stable, crack his head against the table, and fall unconscious. The third is more alert, howling out 'Intruder'! But most of the light guard outside are dead, and the others are very slow to awaken. Most don't even bother, but Mantigora would find the third ninja coming at him with a pair of wakizashi, while two more draw katana and rush for her back! The guard outside turns, and almost immediately meets a kunai in the back before being dragged up to the rooftop Yari had been inhabiting. "Looks like you have their attention. I'll kill any reinforcements. Don't leave any of them alive, hornsister. Sanary? Feel free to help or wait near the Pagoda." Yari radios as she watches the poor servant girl flee towards the village. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      That felt good. That felt /very/ good. And yet... It's not enough. Only one? Surely there have to be more guards to whet her...      Sanary shakes her head quickly, clearing those thoughts from her head as she gets back to packing more gear into her baskets. She makes sure not to get too much gold this time, since she does need to make sure the baskets can actually hold with all that stuff jumbling around in them!      "Understood. Got some nice gear with me, and there's some big chests with gold in 'em. Too bulky to bring out now, though. Uh... No scrolls, though." A slow grin creeps across her face at hearing about Mantigora's guard situation, though, and she's actually feeling pretty good about not blowing her cover yet. But with that sort of opportunity, it would be so easy to just try drawing all those guards her way...      "Sounds like you two got that taken care of, so I'll... I'll head for the pagoda and start scouting. But if there's too many of 'em, I might have to go straight to plan B." What's plan B? It's definitely not stealthy. Until that happens, though, Sanary's not going to let that urge jeopardize the mission. She keeps her cool long enough to start approaching the pagoda, sticking to the shadows again and hacking up non-existent mucus to prep for the old woman bag in case it's needed again. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' "Like I planned to," Mantigora replies over her internalized comm in a tone that could be taken as being a little too cheerful about what she's about to do. Almost as if a testament to her previous thoughts about not underestimating opponents, difference in eras doesn't stop the wakizashi from slicing through the shoulder of her armored longcoat even as she partially twists away from the attack. It cuts into her thick skin.. but likely to the shock of her attackers (if they're not too drunk to not notice it) there is no blood as her nanosuit quickly patches over the wound to protect it from aggrivation. The twisting motion maneuvers in the Draken's favor as it brings her to face the other attacker and catch one katana between her blades, followed by a kick in the gut to knock him backwards into the other. Yet she doesn't go after them, or even the first attacker, with her blades. She doesn't have to. The energy field her nano-tech can project is already radiating out from her, turning their tactical advantage in numbers against them as the tech metaphorically chews into them... and then detonates, causing something akin to a small explosion-like shockwave with the Stalker at the epicenter of it. Numbers aren't so much of an advantage after all. Oops. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' BARRACKS: The man that manages to slice into Mantigora grins. "Hah! Not too tou..." His eyes go wide as the wound reseals, and he drops back in fear. "D...DEMON!" Before the other rousing warriors can attack, one man is kicked away, and then a shockwave tears through the room. The explosion causes men to splatter, slashed and exploded to bids, the attack sending a few lucky men out the door, while the rest are simply torn to gorey bits. It's now a charnel house in the barracks. There's a few claw-like weapons not unlike Mantigora's to be looted, but they're far inferior in quality. Unless Mantigora wants a nice kimono that's been miraculously unbloodied, there's shite for loot. The few men that run are picked off by Yari with a duo of shuriken and then a leaping stab from the rooftop. "That all of them, hornsister?" PAGODA: It's big, four storied, and utterly japanese in design. There's a duo of guards at the front door, wearing clan colors, but fully masked. Unlike the ones that have been seen before, they're utterly on alert, only the barracks' position keeping everything from being obvious. Still, shouldn't they at least have heard everything? The dour figures seem to care little for the goings on. Nor are there any other means of entering except straight through the front door. Sanary can try to break on in. Here, it looks like force may be the only way! "Do what you have to. I'm on my way." 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Mantigora actually grabs the kimono, folding it up and stuffing it into her semi-subspace-like inventory. Hey, in her line of work you never know what Planet of Hats you need to blend in on... Besides, she can load it into her holo-wardrobe later and not have to worry about it taking up space, either. A couple of the claw weapons are dropped in as well. Inferior quality doesn't mean they can't be studied and learned from. At the very least, they're trophies. "A few ran ou--" Mantigora stops in her response as she steps out, only to see Yari's handiwork on the escapees. Smirks sharply. "--Nevermind, I see my sister-in-arms took care of that loose lend." Looks like the main Pagoda is the only place left to go. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      That's all the pushing Sanary really needs. No alternative entrances? Guards actually paying attention to their posts? Well, then.      No sense wasting time. Approaching those guards with the baskets still balanced on that pole, Sanary raises her hands and starts shouting in her approach while waving and pointing at the roof. "Hey! Hey! There's someone on the roof!" She never actually slows down as she runs at those guards, though, fully intending to just throw the pole and two baskets full of stolen gear at the guard on her right.      Maybe it's not the most subtle apporach, but... Whatever. After throwing those baskets, she'll bring up that hatchet to start chopping at the guard on the left! the gunaxe remains strapped to the inside of her tunic for now, putting a rather odd bulge on her side. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Those strange guards utter lack of reaction might be the telling aspect, as that basket slams into one guard and knocking him prone. No sounds, just a small thud. The other guard is cut asunder, with every heavy hack from Sanary adding another piece. But there's no blood at all. The two corpses billow out in a cloud of smoke that rolls through the village. Heavy magic flows through the air, and then everything is a sea of fog for all three. Where the Pagoda should be, the fog clears, revealing a clear lake. A giant bearded man with a staff floats upon the lake, wearing the clan colors. He sighs sadly, as the now full moon above shines. "So the prophecy was true. Our end has finally come. My name is Genji Ayame, head of the Ayame clan. And now I am the last of us. You have won, Outsiders. I am old, and I will die soon regardless of your slaughter tonight. But I will avenge my clan! Behold!" He stands tall, and the moon shines, four images of him flowing into the being from pure moonlight. The massive man's body fills with flowing moonlight, dripping off his hands. "You will die by our clan's ultimate technique! I'll drag you all down to hell!" Two of the massive ninja-priest's images come for Sanary, one leaping forward with unnatural speed. Another swings his staff low to try to sweep out Sanary's legs from under her! They're all too solid, too real to be illusions. One aims his staff at Yari, and vaults at her, the ninja barely ducking away at an overhand strike. Her sword deflects two blows, before she's caught in the chest, and sent flying further into the sea of smoke! The two dissappear into the fog, battle cries and hisses mixing. Mantigora would find the last one suddenly behind her, roaring, as he drops his staff and tries to bear hug the lizard-woman from behind! His strength is enormous, the man easily eight feet tall as he tries to use pure size and muscle to crack bone! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Still not good enough. They went down too easily. She needs more. Picking up those fallen baskets after her chopping spree, Sanary finally notices that something is incredibly wrong here. All that fog, the disappearing pagoda, the strange giant in the lake...      ... Right. This clan /was/ full of illusion masters, wasn't it? She regards him carefully as he speaks, waiting politely until he finishes before sighing in irritation. "Prophecy, shmopefy... Shmoceph... Screw that! Your clan's dead because you messed with the wrong people. You got nobody to blame but yourselves!"      It's a beautiful night, all things considered. All the better timing for what's probably going to be the giant geezer's last battle. Dropping those baskets to the side again, Sanary readies her guanxe and hatchet in each hand, scowling as two of the images come right at her!      Unfortunately for... Someone (herself or the ninja-priest), Sanary's not the type to try and match speed with speed. Instead, she just launches herself right at that first image, fully intending to collide right with him while keeping her legs clear off the ground to avoid that sweep. If she can get in range without that first image getting away, she'll even start trying to smash those axes right into his sides! 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' "By Fazaar's flames!" Mantigora practically growls the Draken oath when... it's hard to tell if they've been dispositioned to the new scene or if it was dispositioned to them. Again, which is true isn't really important to the matter. She's not quite as outsized by the giant figures, but it doesn't stop one from using the same sort of short-range teleport trickery Spellslingers enjoy to get behind her and grab her with the huge arms. "That you still wish to fight, old man, is admirable... not that admiration will save your soul from the pits it shall soon descend." She squirms a bit, but doesn't seem to be getting loose from the crushing grip. "But two can play at that tactic." Which would be when her own 'clone' appears, and the hardlight hologram forgos the dopplegangers to lunge straight for the clan leader himself. Thanks to the nano-technology giving it shape and form, it's replica of her battle claws are very real and just as lethal. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The big priest has driven himself into a corner while fighting Mantigora it seems! Her image smashes into him, piercing into both of his sides, and from the blood flowing has hit something very vital. He bleeds mortally, but those arms don't let go. "Heh...heh...my opponents are skilled! But that won't save you!" He concentrates, and fire erupts in his clothing. There's the smell of burning parchment, and if Mantigora doesn't escape, the exploding tags on his body will cause him to explode with her! KABOOM! "Yes! Our fate was sealed, but we'll see about yours! Ninja enter conflict until they die! It's the same with you and your friends!" Offers the ninja-priest to Sanary with a feral grin. Sanary leaps off the ground, and slams into him, sending him pitching backwards through sheer surprise and how tucked she is! Both axes slam into his sides similarly to Mantigora's own efforts, and with a crack of bone and sinew, lungs are chewed up from those heavy weapons. This time, the image falls dead, body still remaining. The other image has dropped his staff, making handseals! He'll suck in a breath, and start to spew a massive burst of elemental lightning from his mouth at Sanary's back! Meanwhile, the dance of priest and ninja continues in the smoke, occasional cries of pain remaining, fireballs and shuriken being traded. From the sounds of things, who might have the upper hand is utterly unclear. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' "Draken fear not death... not that I think you are good enough to send me there." As fire and heat starts to burn around the image's body Mantigora fires off an amplification spike in her nano-tech, giving her the boost of strength needed to pull her arms free of the flaming bearhug even as the fire starts to burn into her body. Then reach over her shoulders to grab the flaming priest's head, and heave him off her back and over her shoulder. And throw him at the one breathing lightning at Sanary as he's about to explode. "The only fate you sealed is your own!" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary takes a little too long crushing and tearing that image apart, digging those blades in as much as she can before ripping them right out with a satisfied shout. By the time she actually turns around towards the remaining image, the healer takes that blast of lightning head on with a pained shout and buckles over from the pain!      "Son of a... Y-you're gonna.. You're gonna have to do better than that!" Practically willing herself into not falling over outright, the cleric grits her teeth as the hold on her weapons tighten. This is the clan that kidnapped Yari that other time. The ones that hurt her so badly. The ones that made Sanary think she had failed Yari.      Remembering all those things only serves to fuel her anger and her rage, and she starts gathering energy into her eye as she stares right at that image, an eerie purple fog hovering in front of her eye as that look of murderous anger lingers on her face. "You can die happy, though... There's still gonna be one of you left." Gathering enough magic power into her eye, Sanary fires a heat laser at the image, triggering an explosion once it's close to the ninja-priest's image! Instead of its usual orangey-red color, however, the explosion is distinctly black and purple, and it's also significantly larger than usual. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Bones shatter as Mantigora's enhanced strength tears away those arms, and the now limp form of the exploding priest is tossed at the lightning user! His other body lands atop him, exploding, and sending him stumbling forward with a horrific wound upon his back. But he keeps going, unwilling to stop, unwilling to bend as Sanary /takes the blow on the head/. "You're stronger than you look! You should be dead! Can that anger of yours really fuel y...ARGGHHHHH!" And then that massive laser bursts into him with that horrible energy of hate and wrath, and as it explodes, half of the man's body is completely turned to dust. The remaining half wobbles, and falls dead. The pure power begins to fade in the area, the smoke becoming lighter. There's the sound of Yari's pained cry, and she goes flying out of the smoke. Clothes and armor torn, down to a ragged kimono where once she had tactical gear, her face is swollen and she's moving sluggishly. From the looks of things, she's been beaten about hard by the big priest. He comes flying out above her, ready to lay a crush blow to her skull as she lands on the ground! "DIE....Huh?" Fwipt! There's an...umbrella in his face? Yari holds it steadily, and the completely absurd act as it unfurls has him hesitating for just enough time. She presses on the end of the umbrella. BLAM! The man's head is blown off as a twelve gauge shot bursts from the end of the trapped umbrella, and finally, he falls dead. Using it like a cane, she gets up, and the illusion fades. The bodies remain, and they're in the pagoda. There's nothing but a small pond, and on a pedastal, a single scroll. "Everyone alive?" A glance around. The place is empty. No more guards, not even alarmed civilians. Yari walks up, and takes the scroll, unfurling it. Her head tilts, and she smiles. "...This was worth it for this alone. Mission accomplished. Let's get to that stealth fighter before any civilians come running." 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Mantigora's attention snaps from the dead priests to the cry from Yari... but then the trick umbrella takes care of whatever problem she was having with he foe. "Everyone but them," she eventually answers the question. She retracts her blades, and walks over to give Sanary a supporting arm. The girl took a blow right to the head, after all. That's pretty tough. "Let's get going then. Nothing left here but a lesson for others to be learning." Like most lessons when it involves Draken, it's learned through dead bodies being left in their wake. Though this wasn't just her own doing. Yay teamwork! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      With the rage subsiding, Sanary nearly collapses in a heap and only avoids falling right on her face by using the baskets to prop herself up. She did just take a massive shock to the face, after all! Some of that energy does come back when it looks like Yari's in trouble, but her fears are allayed when the source of danger is suddenly beheaded.      "Nn... Y-yeah, looks like. Remind to ask you what's in that thing later." Still somewhat shaky on her feet, the cleric probably isn't thinking straight when she drags those baskets behind her even while taking Mantigora's shoulder for support. She does let go of the baskets eventually, at least, and she starts channelling that energy into careful, steady healing for the three of them now that she isn't ready to kill someone anymore.      "Thanks, Mantigora.. Ah. Yeah, let's get those bruises taken care of. Someone else can pick up the rest." 

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3263/Get Out Alive

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|Synopsis=The Ayame Clan of ninja spring their trap on one Yari Takane. The mercenaries sent after her have her cornered in a small town in the Asian Plains, but the intervention of her hornsister Mantigora turns the trap into a bloodbath for the sleepy town.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' It should be an easy mission. A small town in the Asian Plains, well used to the Multiverse, and distinctly japanese in styling. It's almost familiar to Yari, dressed as she is in a dark blue and white kimono, rain pouring down. She huddles underneath her umbrella from the rain, just as she runs into the local tavern. It's a two story building, all wood and bamboo siding like you'd see in so many other early-era Japanese-like towns. There's the laughter of drunken men and women, as serving girls give food and drink. One such young woman helpfully offers the partially soaked Yari a towel. The lizard-woman takes it, and declines her umbrella being taken. One quick food order, and she's over to a seat, sipping sake and nibbling on kabobs. In one corner of the tavern, a distinctly fat merchant laughs. "...And then we'll stash the goods in the mountains north of here. They'll never know we even stole them! Heh! 'Superfaction'!" Yari listens. With him spilling information, this job should be simple. Not five minutes later, there's a group of ten men that walk into the tavern. All dressed in typical era clothing, but tattoos are common on them, and the swords they have are prominent. The poor serving girl is thrown aside by a bald headed number of the group. "All of you! Outta here!" Swords are drawn, there's a panick, and people begin to run out the door. Even the merchant scrambles away. Yari moves to make her way out as well, but then the men form a wall between her and the exit, letting just about everyone else go if they don't draw weapons. "Not you, 'Yari Takane'! The Ayame Clan says hello!" The big, bald man laughs, before a trio of his lackies charge. Yari leaps away, parries one man's blow with a chair to send him to the ground, and then takes a glancing blow as two more try to hem her in. She leaps up to the ceiling, hanging there with one hand. She's under-equipped, and by now, the men have fanned out to cover the exits. She can't do this alone. She calls out on the radio. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' In all honesty, if they knew Yari and her 'connections' they really shouldn't of expected her to be alone. Well okay, technically she was alone, as far as coming to the tavern. But she had friends that had been through this sort of mission enough times to know the assorted ways it could go wrong. And while respectful enough of her colleague to not butt into her affair, she made sure to keep close enough to the location just in case... in case something precisely like this happened, really. Which would be why 'covering an exit' for one of the mercenaries turns out to be a bum deal as seemingly out of thin air a pair of blades sinks into his side, followed by a boot to the back to dislodge him from the blades and the doorway. He's just lucky enough that she doesn't have the time to waste making sure he's actually dead before stepping into the tavern. Armored longcoat swishes around her legs, and a malicious fangy grin on the Draken bounty huntresses face, even though her eyes are shielded currently by a futuristic visor interfaced with her cyberware. "Aw, you started the party without me?" Mantigora gave her arm an idle flick, splattering some fo the fresh blood from the blades across the floor. "Don't you know that's rude?" And Skuzzler... was suppose to come through one of the windows. Except the window was higher than the Chua was tall, and instead of a dramatic leap he's still outside, clinging to the frame and kicking his stubby legs trying to get up while two of his Bots are failing and giving him a boost. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The man, stabbed and booted, falls. He quivers, sword dropped, and the leader of the group and several members turn around. "Wh...who are you!? She was supposed to be alone!" There's a mixture of elation, calming worry, and pure bloodlust coming from Yari as she notes Mantigora so swiftly coming to her aide. Truly, her hornsister is as reliable as ever. "It looks like luck is on my side. When did you get here, hornsister? Forgive me, I would have invited you if I thought it might have a chance of becoming entertaining!" Mantigora might now how much easier smiling comes to Yari these days. With the rumors of her adopting a child floating about, it's not hard to put two and two together. To their credit, the men get themselves back into discipline quickly for a group of thugs and mercenaries. The two downed men shake off their daze, and pull out crossbows, firing at Yari. The ninja manages to twist aside to dodge one, then is forced to return to the ground from the second shot. Another thug greets her with a knife, the flexible Au'Ra bending her back and throwing up her arm to knock the blade from his hand. She pushes off with her foot, catches the knife as it falls, and slices the mercenary's throat before using her tail to backflip towards an unguarded corner of the room. A purely defensive, and risky position, but now she has an ally here. The eight remaining men form into two groups, four apiece, the big, bald leader facing the more scaley one as he draws a pair of katana. He's easily six foot five, and his men crowd around him. "Run along if you value your life! You're good, I'll admit it! We'll even pay you some of the reward if you help us kill the ninja bitch!" Yari, meanwhile, dances with her opponents, using her stolen knife to parry, dodge, and duck the four men. They're all very good, at least for mercenaries like these. In their numbers, and the particularly strong leader, they could be a problem for the duo in such tight confines. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' "What can I say?" Mantigora replies to Yari in a manner that's so casual it's almost a bit frightening in its own right. "I have knack for being where needed." The leader draws his blades as his other men gather near him, to which the Draken leans her head a little to one side as she looks them over behind her visor. "Yes, gather your odds... you're going to need them... A Draken's honor is not something so easily bought off." In a fluster Skuzzler drops back to the ground outside. "Fine! Try it she-Draken's way, not working." He pulls out his oversized launcher rifle and loads a volatility canister into it. "Now we do it Chua way!" Cue explosion knocking a good chunk of the wall right next to the window out. "Knock knock!" Imagine an Evil Moustached three foot hamster in heavy space armor flanked by a pair of battle bots and you've got a pretty good image of what stands in the newly made opening. And the resulting ruckus is just the oppritunity for Mantigora to leap into action, lunging into the group of men in a dervish of bladed flurry. Yet it was not brash furry, she's tactically going for the additional mean, trying to cut down some of the excess in numbers before the leader can be aptly handled. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' They're all lean, hungry looking men, the exact kind of scum that would be drawn to a big, brawny mercenary leader with just enough guts, talent, and intelligence to browbeat them into shape. Thugs all, but good ones. Yari, flicking her hair with her tail, just chuckles as relief finally washes over her. Her stance is easy, losing much of the tense worry in it. "Let's destroy this garbage, hornsister. But leave..." She looks to the youngest looking member, his morale nearly broken already after Mantigora's statement. "That one alive. I want a message delivered back to their employers." The youth screams, and starts to run, only for the sudden actions of Skuzzler taking out an entire wall, landing the poor youth unconscious. The entire group is silent, stunned, all turned to Skuzzler and his battlebots. Yari and Mantigora both don't waste time, two honed killing machines acting in concert. Mantigora's powerful blades lash out, cutting into her opponents. One loses an arm and falls, only for Yari to chuck a kunai into the back of his neck. Another artful blow from Mantigora cuts a man nearly in half as Yari leaps upon a falling support beam thanks to the blast, kicking off and sending it flying to crush one man while another is cut across throat, chest, and legs, spewing out blood violently. Shuriken fly and blades dance, until the tavern is pooled with the blood of their enemies. Yari ends up landing after their combined strikes, right atop the bar, one of the few places not soaked in gore or crimson. Only the leader and a trio of the toughest men remain aside from the youth who tumbled outside. The two men charge for Skuzzler and his doombots! The leader curses. "Not bad, killing them all! But they can be replaced! The Red Scarf Mercenary leader will kill you all!" Comes the man, charging for Mantigora! He's large, but fast, and twin swords lash out hard enough to cut into the ground. He howls, and fire lances across both swords! He's a magic user! 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Two men charge at the Chua, but one gets intercepted by the aptly named Bruiser Bot suddenly hurtling towards him with it's Blitz maneuver and plow it's metallic form into his midsection, sending both crashing through tables and chairs. He's probably going to have the wrestle that spider-legged bot off of himself before he can do much else to their enemies. As for the other, Skuzzler cackles a bit. "Look like we have first volunteer. EXPERIMENT TIME!" A bolt of electricity flies from his weapon, sending several arc sparks towards the mercenary, though it may not be enough to actually slow him down, it's certainly got to be a rather re-volt-ing experience! The short but vicious bloodbath is the sort of thing Draken live for, and while she may be a little more, ah, composed than some of her kin Mantigora certainly doesn't enjoy it any less. "Oh, go ahead, replace them. Wiping them out is much more convenient when they come to us~" The first sword slams into her shoulder, leaving a wake of fire in the air as she's spun from the strike. But the whirling motion is as much her own advantage as she uses it to spin around in time to parry the second sword strike with her own blades. Sparks of fire and energy alike fly as the two counter each other blow for blow, blade for blade, though the man's surprising speed makes it hard for Mantigora to just duck out of the way, instead having to focus on her defensive parries. But she's not the only one here to fight the man. Just forcing him to keep as much attention on her as she is on defending against his swings. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The man struggles and loses his sword as the bruiser bot sends him flying! This man is burlier than any except the leader, and it's a tough struggle, but soon there's the sound of bone snapping as his flesh gives out! He drops back, head down, and likely to drown in the growing pool of blood unless the bot releases him! The other, far leaner mercenary is met with a horrible shock! He twitches and convulses, falling backwards, unconscious from the horrid shock! A perfect living specimen for experimentations indeed! Just strong and healthy enough, but otherwise useless and no one will be missing him! The battle rages. Every strong, fiery blow is met with a quick parry. The big, speedy man is sweating, putting his all into taking down the scaled beauty of blade and power that is Mantigora. Fire ignites the nearby tables, and the blood in the area already beginning to boil as the man puts more and more power into his ability! But Mantigora has him at a stalemate. And throughout it all, the sharp-eyed Au'Ra watches. With the other men handled, she lets the battle rage, her armlet analyzing his magic, eyes watching the speed of his blows. To less experienced fighters, she might have been sitting there in indecision. But the ninja is too calm for that. The centering, utter alertness that Kagenashi showed to her and she's been honing ever since pays off, as just as Mantigora's blades parry both of the big man's back, Yari seems to flicker away in an aether-hastened work of agility. An afterimage lands upon the table for a moment, and snatches something from her long-abandoned umbrella. Then she's on the ceiling as the man stands tall. It's a risky move, but he holds both blades up, flames billowing to the roof. Yari is behind him just as he slams down both arms towars Mantigora. One of the man's arms erupts in a shower of blood and arm-bits, utterly cut apart from the hidden blade she'd kept, before aligning her sword's tip to the man's back, right at the heart. A nod to Mantigora. She only has to deal with the faltering, screaming bandit leader now, it seems, as that last arm swings down at her with that pillar of fire. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Skuzzler glances off to one side. Then the other. Then towards the fight, but both Mantigora and Yari are too busy to really pay attention to him. Excellent. He motions as the electricuted man and the other robot floats over, grabbing him with it's clamp-like appendages, and dragging the fellow out through the hole in the wall. The Brusier Bot clatters after, leaving the bloodied corpse of the other man behind... and bumps into the wall next to the hole. Repeatedly. Hard to tell if it got roughed up in the fight, or if it's just one of those annoying pathing issues. Finally Skuzzler just groans and hisses some obscenities under his breath as he desummons it, since the Diminisher already has his new test subject in tow. By the end of the night the man is probably going to wish he had died in the fight like the others... A double overheaded blow like that would of been hard for even the skilled Stalker to contend with, but at just the right moment Yari removes one of his arms from the equation. This gives the quick Draken just enough of an opening to duck and roll to the side as the other flaming sword slams into the floor, igniting the blood and ichor already smeared across it. Only for her just as quickly to lunge back towards him, using her nano-augmented strength and speed alike to aim one of her Concussive Kicks at the side of the man's head to daze him. Then twist midair off that kick to aim the second kick at his upper body, to shove him back against Yari's waiting blade. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The poor man is too unconscious to protest. He'll beg, many times, but never shall relief find him until his final moments in Skuzzler's grasp! The strength and speed of Mantigora proves too much for the wounded man, and smashing into him with her Concussive Kicks, his head reels. The stun is more than enough to ring his clock, and bone and tendon audibly snaps. She's caught him at the perfect, near-lethal angle to no doubt paralyze his body. Yari, for all her faults, has some portion of mercy in her blood. She could let the matter drop, and let him drown in his own blood or simply bleed out. But she's a professional as well. That last, monstrous kick sends the man flying backwards, and Yari leaps back, hesitating at just the right moment. Her umbrella-sword pierces straight through the heart, splattering the floor with blood, and as the man's body tumbles backwards, her feet contact his large back. She leaps up, pulling her blade out, richochets off the ceiling, and lands just in that hole in the wall in an instant. Good thinking on Skuzzler's part. She casually flicks away the blood off of her blade, before stowing it behind herself with her kimono's sash. A deep sigh. "...What a mess. Look at it all. I'm supposed to be a professional." A shake of the head, and then she offers a salute to her hornsister. "You were just in time, as always. I...don't think we'll have time to clean up. Meet back up at the Citadel for drinks?" She offers, before her foot finds the unconscious young man. Yari leans down, and slaps him awake. He shudders in her grasp, screaming as he sees his fellows all dead. She curls her tail around his mouth to silence him. "...You were pressured into this, weren't you? I don't feel any killing intent, even now, from you. So then. You will live, if you do me one kindness." "Deliver this message to the Ayame Clan. 'I'm coming to end this. Don't involve anyone else.' Do you understand?" The youth howls, and nods, then she roughly shoves him to his feet and kicks him off to the back alleyways running. She then turns to Mantigora once more as the local watch's whistle blows. "Let's flee before the town watch arrives. Dinner on me." A flash of a smile, a salute, and then she too dissappears into the night. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Mantigora turns her head a bit to glance over her shoulder at the ... mess is literally putting it lightly, at this point. "Sometimes professionalism doesn't survive contact with the enemy." She's got a few bruises beneath her armor-padded attire and as equally covered in the enemies' blood... but for her, this is another day at the non-existant office. She does smirk a little when Yari leaves the one survivor to deliever a 'message' to her enemies, though. She would of done the same thing. "Enemies hiring assassins after you... I would almost take that as a compliment! They must hate you very much for what you did... But that sort of animosity is what make spirit strong." She returns the salute, but takes her time to amble out of the building. Mostly to pass by the bar, and toss a credit chip to the innkeeper hiding behind it. "That should cover part of damages. Not your fault bunch of madmen tried to turn place into bloodbath." Well it -is- a bloodbath, but not in the way intended. Afterwards she strolls out, hops on her hoverboard and speeds off to meet her fellow dragon-girl for those drinks. 

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3258/Darts and Dunmer

2015-10-23T13:43:38Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari Takane has been a frequent visitor to Dun Realtai for some time, though mostly for one part King Arthur's amazing ability to draw in unlikely people, and another the amazing baths they host. These days? A few more personal events have anchored herself to the village, and thus she's all but obligated to check out the local watering hole. Imagine your generic medieval tavern, all wood and stables and plenty of inn rooms and free-flowing local ale to meet your heart's content. Plus one Multiversal addition. Namely, gambling and a dart board. Yari Takane isn't about to leave her new foster child without a good stock of living expenses, and the chance to earn some local currency is welcome. There's been a darts competition going on for the past two hours, and the one-armed ninja has been utterly cleaning house. Even after her eigth beer, she's still managed to hit every single target near dead-on. There's a pile of coin purses right next to her, and the half-smashed ninja is all smiles and flicking of tail. "...If anyone else would like to try their luck, please, I'd love a challenge." One or two villagers are sobbing. Most are just glaring at the Au'Ra. 

:'''{{#var:876|Nerevarine (876)}} has posed:'''      Ever since Tamriel's unification, the Nerevarine has begun to take relief at those worlds with similarity to his own. It's comforting to know that, as diverse as the Multiverse is, there are still some places with a degree of familiarity--even if he's never been to these places before. He's accepted with some resignation that horses are a far more widespread choice of steed than guar--he can't deny the animals' greater tolerance for cold climes has been a blessing. Maybe he'll even get used to how skittish they are. Maybe.      Dun Realtai, to a traveled Dunmer's eye, looks like any Imperial or Breton hamlet you'd find elsewhere. Likewise, Imperial or Breton architects would likely have some corrections to point out for the traveled Dunmer's eye. As Talis slows his steed to a canter, his distinctive armor draws looks, as it always has. Head held high, he rides to the stables and tethers his steed, dismounting with practiced grace.      It's a small blessing that the signs over the local establishments bear pictures denoting their services. It'd be a hassle to have to learn the local dialect just to knock back a few mugs of whatever passes for booze here. He approaches the tavern, and removes his helmet.      If the armor drew glances, Talis ashen-grey skin and hot-coal red eyes will certainly draw them. A hush falls over the tavern as the dour elf enters. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Talis' armor most certainly draws stairs, and then the tavern seens hushed. Yari's deep enough in her cups that things like amazement don't seem to bother her all that much in the crowd of drinkers. No, Talis, to her simply seems someone from her world clad in particularly gaudy armor as he pulls off that helmet. Part of her shudders at the pure color and brightness of it all. Then she thinks of a certain Knight of the Round Table here and his golden suit. No, this elf is far less gaudy in her eyes. The one-armed Au'Ra chuckles, breaking the silence. "...Welcome to Dun Realtai, traveller. Please forgive my blunt tongue, but, are you a Duskwight Elezan? So similar, I'm intrigued..." Comes the ninja. That might just break the ice, and suddenly the tavern is once more alive with activity. Yari motions the man to her table, and soon enough, a tavern wench will attend to him! 

:'''{{#var:876|Nerevarine (876)}} has posed:'''      Talis gawks at Yari--not because there's anything particularly unusual about her. The horns don't catch his eye, nor does he dwell upon her missing arm. It's hard to tell what exactly has him so befuddled--and then he laughs. It sounds at first like he's coughing, but then it becomes apparent that no, his voice is just /that raspy./ "I'm sorry," he says. "I've never met someone so... Well, I've never had such a positive reaction. I'm a Dunmer. The other races of Tamriel call us Dark Elves." He cradles his helmet under one arm, the bright red mohawk bristling slightly at his touch.      Talis approaches Yari and takes a seat at her table. He sets the helmet and his shield down in the corner, so as to keep them away from unaware and likely well-meaning feet. When the wench approaches, he asks a few questions of her--what the local brew is, mainly. He seems disappointed in her response, but not surprised. The elf makes a request for a mug of mead. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' One eye closes, her head tilts, but then Yari smiles a bit. Quick to laugh. She can appreciate that, despite the voice. "'Dunmer'? Ah, my apologies, I'm not familiar. It's just that you look similar to a certain people of my world. Though the humans do often use the term 'Dark Elf'. I'm not familiar with Tamriel, should I assume the same that 'Hydaelyn' isn't familiar, Sir?" Her tone is quiet, but there's a simplistic tone of authority and ingrained formality. Some form of current or former military officer, perhaps? She rubs her hand through her hair. "I take it, then, that you're used to negative reactions as well? We Au'Ra have that problem. Quite a few think we're related to dragons, as foolish as that is." A sigh, a shrug, and then she sits up after one more deft dart throw. One final challenger sighs and eposits a bag of coins on the table. Yari scoops them up. She wasn't even looking. "But I've been in good fortune today, as you can see, so let's not dwell on misfortunes. Allow me to introduce myself." Yari stands up, and gives a deep bow. "Ensign Yari Takane, Confederate Elite Forces and semi-resident of Dun Realtai. It's a pleasure, Mister...?" She hucks a few coins his way for the meade. She's feeling personable today. 

:'''{{#var:876|Nerevarine (876)}} has posed:'''      "Talis, of Great House Indoril." He catches the coins, clearly appreciative, and stands to return her bow. Sitting back down, he allows his hands to rest upon the table. His right hand bears a ring with a crescent moon and a star. It glimmers faintly in the light of the tavern. "Union Ally."      "It's probably better that you don't know my people. These days most of them are dreadfully stupid and ignorant. Barely better than the ignorant outlanders who scowl at them and spread rumors. But you're right--we should set an example and focus on good fortune."      It's hard to get a read on him. The body language is relaxed, but the face looks prone to exploding with volcanic anger--the brow in particular is quite severe. 'Knight' would be a decent guess indeed, though even as garish as his armor is, it does display marked differences than the heavy plate favored by knights in these parts.      'Paladin' or 'crusader' would be apt guesses, given the gleaming armor and the symbols--whatever they mean--that occupy much of his armor and the heraldry of his shield. The mace at his side, as well, is often a mainstay of clerics and holy men--but his posture, again, seems almost all wrong for that. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari runs her hand through her hair again, a common gensture for the woman it seems. "Is that so?" Union ally, or his kind's ignorance? "Ignorance is a horrible condition for any race, and it seems so common. We Au'Ra aren't that long removed. I won't deny, what's the term? 'Baggage'. But enough of that." A shrug. "The moon is beautiful tonight." She smiles widely. It seems that 'Union' only bothers her slightly. This /is/ technically Union territory, and yet neutral ground. Clearly, the man is a forthright warrior, at least by his grab and demeanor. Otherwise, it's too strange to tell for her. It'd be a pain to stab through so much metal. "Can you tell me anything of your home, Mister Talis? Feel free to refuse. I understand our...allegiances might make polite discourse slightly jaded, but in the spirit of this place, I'd prefer good relations. Whatever discipline can be gained from war, this place is peaceful, and I would keep to that kind of spirit." 

:'''{{#var:876|Nerevarine (876)}} has posed:'''      Talis eyes the ring on his finger with something like fatigue. The comment about the moon seems to have reminded him of its presence, and for a moment, he seems tired. Old.      "Admirable attitude," he admits, coming back to the fore. "You've nothing to fear from me, outlander. I respect actions, not words, and so far, your actions have been charitable and kind."      "I'm from the province of Vvardenfell, in Morrowind, which is a nation of Tamriel. It's the ancestral home of my people, and I miss it dearly. What would you like to know?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' There's a slight sigh of relief. His words ring true to the ninja, and she finally smiles fully. "Good. Actions, nn? I try to be respectful. The man who gave me my true skills once said that no matter what war or conflict you engage with another person, it's simply a conflict of values. A true warrior, whether they fight with a blunt blade or a silent dagger, can attain the same honor for those they serve." Then, a shrug. "But he was an old Au'Ri, I can't confirm or deny those words at my age." She seems to perk up. "Peace, then. I think that's what Miss Saber is striving for, so I'll abide by that." The lands soar past her head plainly, and she shakes her head in plain ignorance. Then a flick of a tail, and then shes' devouring her glass. "I'm utterly ignorant. Give me the basics if you can. What peoples rule, and reside in it. What kind of government? Do you possess aetheric...apoligies, 'magical' specialists in your lands?" 

:'''{{#var:876|Nerevarine (876)}} has posed:'''      "The basics, then."      "Morrowind is, and in practice, always has been ruled by the Grand Council of Great Houses. When we were part of the Cyrodiilic Empire, we had a king, somtimes a queen, but they were political puppets. When we broke off two hundred years ago, that position was dissolved."      "There are five Great Houses: Redoran, Telvanni, Indoril, Dres, and Hla--... Sadras." There's clearly a story behind that correction, but Talis doesn't seem intent on telling it. "Each house controls a different geographic portion of Morrowind, and Morrowind is largely Dunmer in terms of population. We're a very... insular people. Western ways, accents, appearances, all mark someone as an outlander, and outlanders have to work harder to earn our respect. It's a historical thing."      "In Tamriel, and thus, in Morrowind, everyone has some kind of natural connection to magic. The thing is, not everyone has enough to make anything of it. The stars someone was born under, their race, their lineage, all of that affects someone's potential for aptitude with magic. There are different schools of magic, and I myself have some magical training. It was a job requirement."      "But, it's getting late and I need to reserve a room at the inn. If you're still here in the morning I'd be happy to discuss more with you." 

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3251/A Wisewoman's Advice

2015-10-22T22:16:07Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' With typical punctuality, Yari's over to the norse-styled cottage of one Wisewoman Inga. She pauses, admiring the decorations and the rustic nature of it. While she much prefers the light and hum of an advanced war machine of a camp, there's something to be said for the peace and homey feel it gives off. Yari's dressed in a simple kimono today, red and black pipe hanging out of her mouth. She looks more than a little ragged, with bandages on her arm and head, the creep of post-battle exhaustion all over her face. Nor is she alone. Looking in much better shape, petting Yari's tail with a look of honest worry, a bright eyed young asian girl clad in a similar outfit looks in wonder at the door in between peering over at Yari. She opens her mouth, thinks better of something, and closes it. A pause, and then a knock. Yari calls out. "Ensign Takane reporting, Ma'am, with one civilian! Permission to enter?" 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Before they even reach the door, they are greeted by the bleeting of goats. Two goats stand in a pen, poking their noses out in hopes of food. "Meeeeeh!" they cry. They're kind of adorable. Inga is ready to open the door when Yari knocks--she is a Seer and had advance warning as well! "Yari, do come in. Welcome to my hall," she says, motioning her inside. Inga then smiles down the the little girl. "Hello Linh, would you like a piece of pie and some apple cider while I work on Yari here?" she asks. Inga is dressed in the style of Dun Realtai's folks, a long dress and underdress, an apron over that, her hair tightly braided. The inside smells like spiced apple, an undercurrent of other various herbs from where they are tied to dry around the main room. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari manages a smile as Inga greets them. "Thank you, Miss Inga." She offers a short bow. Linh turns away from the goats, looking a bit fascinated. She's a simple village girl, after all, and has never seen such an animal from a far-away country as this! "Pie? I'd love some!" Speaks the young girl, voice chipper and warm. It's a little forced, and she's seemingly reluctant to let go of Yari's tail. She almost seems to be hovering protectively in a very childish way. Yari kneels down, and gives the girl a pat on the head. "I'm told Miss Inga is a good cook. Save some for me, alright, Linh?" The girl considers, then smiles, and finally just hugs Yari. The ninja winces a little, but finally there's a bittersweet smile to the woman. Then, following her nose, she's off to the source of that delicious pie-based scent. Yari chuckles as she stands up, ready to follow Inga off. When they're alone, and Linh has gotten her pie and cider, Yari frowns. The injuries don't bother her. "...I've been in pitched battles and dangerous missions. I've almost died several times, and I've seen good friends pay with their lives for their services to the Empire. But I have never been as terrified as I am right now, Miss Inga. My upbringing wasn't exactly conventional. I'm out of my depth." She admits. Her injuries have been patched up well, but her back and arm was caught in what might have been some kind of high explosive blast. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga nods to her head to acknowledge Yari's bow, motioning for her to have a seat. "Why don't you tell me what happened while I get Linh some pie," she says to Yari. "You may have some after I heal you," she adds with a smile. Inga moves to the kitchen space, obviously showing signs of modernization where other areas do not. A piece of pie is cut and served on a plate alongside a cup of cider, placed on the curiously modern looking table. "Come along and have a bite to eat, Linh," she says gently. Once back to Yari, Inga rolls up her sleeves and begins going to work, unwinding bandages to inspect the damage. "I do not think you will need these anymore," she comments, placing them aside. She winces somewhat at the injuries. "Terrified? Why?" she asks, then looks back toward the other room. "The girl?" she inquires. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Linh squeels, then coughs, and holds it back in. Her new foster mother might just be rubbing off on the impressionable young mind. "Okay Miss Inga!" She sits down, and soon enough, is devouring sweets and cider with the gusto only a growing girl can summon up. Nom nom nom! Yari tries to remain the picture of stoic professionalism. She's smiling a smidge though, and that tail flicks animatedly. "Your kindness won't be forgotten, Ma'am." Yari doesn't protest at all aside from a wince or two. They're healing well enough, but she'll have burns for some time it seems. Perhaps some ointments could help? "I can't give out the details, but I was on a mission. I played distraction against a powerful opponent, and was caught in my own trap." A small nod. "Yes. The more I think about it, my Mother raised and groomed me for the...occupation I have now. I went into it willingly, but on the other hand, I wasn't really given a choice." A small frown. "I don't want that to happen to Linh. I want to teach her discipline and honor, but I don't want her to have to strive for a caretaker that's distant. And I'd rather she not take up my occupation either, or if she does, then it's for her own reasons. I don't remember my parents, but she knew them well. She should keep those memories. I just don't know how to live up to that kind of thing. What do I do? How do I raise a child that way?" A hand runs through her hair, plain distress and worry on her face and in her voice. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga shrugs off the comments about her kindness. "It is only right. I assume somethng rather...drastic has happened that has put this girl in your care?" she asks. Inga finishes examining the wounds, then pulls the small knife from her belt. She doesn't really think to give warning before she slices her arm open and blood wells crimson against pale skin. She wipes the blade on her apron, then resheaths it before dipping her fingers into the liquid. She lifts Yari's arm and begins to drawn a runic symbol upon it. And because all magic seems to glow in the multiverse, the blood shimmers with a golden light briefly before sinking in, suffusing Yari with healing energy. It's slow and sweet, like honey flowing. Within a few moment, it should take care of the burns quite well. As for Inga's wound, it has already begun to visibly close. "So...Linh is...a relative? She has been placed in your care?" Inga asks, wanting a bit more details befor she doles out any advice. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's silent for a moment, then she nods. "How to put it..." She starts. Is it really her tale to tell? But she needs to let it be known if Inga can really help. She's briefly distracted. A knife, and Yari visibly tenses on reflex. She doesn't relax until after the knife is sheathed, finally getting the good sense to activate her armlet for a quick scan of Inga's magical energy levels, if she can even pick up anything like that with her outdated equipment. A sigh, and the healing magic flows into her. Burns fade, and she looks over her arm, head tilting in curiousity. "So you're an aether specialist? It looks like you have many talents." Thankfully blood magic is more a curiousity to her than any kind of thing to become upset about. Ahem. "But I can ask about that later. There was a group of bandits. Deserters from local forces in the Asian Plains where she lived. They attacked the town, stole everything worth stealing, then gorged themselves on the village stocks before lighting the town on fire." "I...dealt with the bandits, and just before I left I heard the sounds of someone crying. Linh's parents had shielded her from the fire, but she was trapped. I managed to get her out." "I went through something similar, and I didn't just want to turn her away to an orphanage. It felt right. All of her relatives lived in that village, and she was the only survivor. So now it seems I have a foster daughter." From her odd tone, it's still clearly sinking in for the ninja. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga raises a brow. "A what? This magic...it is a gift. I am...changed from what I was," she explains, if vaguely. "Many talents, yes I suppose so," she says with a small smile, shaking her head. Inga hands Yari a mug of cider now, and a piece of pie. Inga is always hungry after being healed, Yari likely would be as well. She listens silently, gravely, as Yari explains. She sighs then, looking back toward the room where Linh is happily eating pie. "I see. You wish to help her, but you are scared you are not up to the task of taking care of a young girl. It will be difficult, with your work. You will need help," she says, looking back to Yari. Suddenly, a smile. "But you shall have it, so you should not worry so much. I have never raised a child myself, and my upbringing was certainly unconventional...but I think you will find that you have what is needed to take care of her. She is already attached to you," Inga continues. "Do you live here in Dun Realtai? Or nearby at least? I'm sure she would be welcome here. I am here...perhaps half of my time. I have another place, in Chicago. But when I can, I am not opposed to helping when is needed," she offers. "If it would ease your mind, I could draw the runes for you. See what the gods have to say," she adds. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' There's a flash of outright alarm when Inga noted she'd been 'changed'. It smacks of the kinds of things Eikons do, but the look passes quickly. Thankfully Saber truly seems to trust the woman, and so Yari lets her paranoia pass. Yari takes the cider and pie gratefully, raising her mug before downing half of it in one go. Definitely hungry and thirsty now, this one! Yari too turns to the sight of the girl, smiling, watching her eat. The woman looks oddly satisfied for a moment. Food and drink are set aside, and a hand goes to her chest. "Not fully, but Linh has a room here now thanks to Miss Saber, and I'll likely be moving in more often than not." A small sigh, and then Yari gets into a full Doman bow of thanks. "It seems like I'm truly indebted to the people of this place. I'm not certain if I'll be able to repay these kindnesses. But I will make sure Linh grows up into the person she wants to be. I'm honored, Ma'am." There's hesitation, and finally, a nod. "Normally I'd refuse, but options are slim for me right now. Alright. Do it, please." 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga does not miss that look of alarm. She frowns slightly, a twinge of dismay in response to that alarm. She does not want Yari to fear her. Sure, there are plenty of people she's alright with being afraid of her...but not such a nice girl as this. "I will not lie. I am not...I suppose I'm not human any longer. I am myself, but I have abilities that have been given to me by the gods. I have always been...gifted such, but it has changed in recent years," she explain. Inga makes a face, then sighs. There's no not bizarre way to say this. "I swallowed a magical bee." "Ah good, I would expect as much from the Lady. We both hold the laws of hospitality sacred...as for repaying? Tch. It is how we must be. Who could turn away a child that needs help?" she replies. Turns out, plenty of people. Inga would know. Inga takes a deep breath and fetches her runes, nodding to Yari. "Very well. Let us see," she says before taking a seat on one of the benches. She spreads a fur out onto the floor, then upends her bag of runes from their satchel. They glow a soft blue. These had been a dear gift. Inga's eyes grow distant as she looks over the runes, silent for a while as she looks at them all, sometimes touching one of the carved bone objects. "You are in unfamiliar territory. This one here tells of your journey...but this here it shows a light on the path. You will not be alone, and you will grow together, for raising a child is as much growth for the parents as it is for the child. She...will be different than you. She possesses gifts of her own, ones that you may not be able to help her with. However...many will help you. She will have a gift for...creation. For protection and kidness," she says, hang hovering over one of the runes. Inga looks up then to see Yari's reaction. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari at first looks utterly lost. 'Gifted by the gods' clearly only puts her in distress with pure Garlean paranoia. She's yet to have positive interactions with anything like that. But her next statement hits Yari hard, right in the confusion. Her head tilts, and she just /peers/ at Inga. "You...gained power...by swallowing an insect." She says slowly, in a pure tone of 'really!?'. Yari's eyes close. Would she have saved the girl if it weren't for the actions of those in Dun Realtai that have so effected her? She can't find a quick answer. "It's both gratifying and increadably vexing." Admits Yari. She's not the type to let favors go unpaid. The glowing runes get a curious glance, the woman clearly far more used to works of magic than talk of gods. When it ends, there's relief in her features. "I prefer works of men over prophecy, but you have no idea how glad I am to hear something like that." The thought of the girl growing up to be someone who protects other is more gratifying than anything she's felt in a long time. "But in the end, that's her choice to make. No gods, no person but her." 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' "A /magical/ insect," Inga stressed, then sighs at how stange that is. "The Buzzing is very difficult to describe. They are sort of...agents of an earth goddess they call Gaia. You have met Riva, yes? She came into possession of her powers in the same manner. We are both chosen. Our world is...it is not in a good state. We must protect it. Save it little by little it seems," she explains further. "Sometimes, the Bees speak through me. It's unnerving, so...I'm giving you warning I suppose. My prophecies can be very jarring." "Linh will be just fine. As will you. Indeed, you have control of your wyrd and so does she. I may see the future but I see merely different paths that COULD be the future...most are not sure things at all," she continues. Some though...some are pretty certain. But she need not say that just now. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari runs her hand through her hair, and then just peers once more. "I'd like to say I've seen stranger things in the Multiverse." Pause. "That wouldn't be correct. Still, I wish you luck." It grates on her, that she can't outright offer support here. A flick of her tail, and she finishes her meal. A sigh. "I can only hope you're right. Miss Inga, thank you, I..." There's a speed ball of a child coming in, and latching onto Yari's tail. Oomph! She laughs, and reaches down. "We should get back, however, there's still lots of things to set up in Linh's new home." "And we need to feed Trooper Constantine!" Comes Linh enthusiastically. Yari snaps a sharp salute. "Thank you again. Remind me to come over and cook you dinner some time." Soon enough, the two head off, Yari leaping through the forest with Linh on her shoulders, laughing all the way. 

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3240/Archery Demonstration

2015-10-21T18:13:58Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari arrives in the Field of Trials right on time, dressed in a silken kimono. It took her a little while to get properly dressed for the demonstration, and find someone to mind Linh for a while. The attentive ninja has already set the field up with a modified gun range, archery targets abounding. Seems that Lina will hav eplenty of things to practice her abilities on! For now, sipping a cup of tea, she just has to wait for the woman to arrive. 

:'''{{#var:889|Lina Brand (889)}} has posed:'''     Thwip. An arrow is embedded in one of the targets and it lights on fire, the archer girl coming into view from quite a distance. "Yo!" she cheerfuly speaks, smiling at the Au Ra ninja. "Heyo, Takane! How are you?" a soft glow envelops her feet and she rushes over towards the woman, "At least, I hope you're Takane..." a laugh is given as she puts her bow back on her back.     She turns to the targets and smiles, "Nice layout, did you set them up yourself?" she questions, "And what's with the fancy getup?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari watches intently as that arrow /lights on fire/. There's an 'ooooh' of interest from Yari, and she's soon fiddling with her magitek armlet, taking magical readings. "Good evening, Ma'am!" She's up, and the one-armed ninja tosses a sharp salute. "That's me, yes. Nnn! Thank you. I did. I'll show you the commands for manipulating the Field after we're done here." Yari looks herself over in confusion. "Fancy...getup? My clothes?" Blink blink. "Traditional Doman attire, Miss Brand. I've been...reconnecting with my roots you could say recently." Then her gaze is back to Lina's work. "Where'd you learn your spellcraft from? I've never seen anyone using magic on bowmanship." Pause. A scowl. "Outside of that bastard red-coated Servant." 

:'''{{#var:889|Lina Brand (889)}} has posed:'''     "Alright then." THe magitek armlet shows obvious fire magic being pumped out of the arrow. "Either way, good evening and no need to salute me, Takane. I should be doing that to you." and with that, she musters... a copy of the salute given to her.     "Doman attire looks pretty. Suits you." she nods, "I've got no desire to go back to my roots right now, but more capability to you. Now." she plucks a small green canister from a pocket on her outfit and downs it, setting it down on the groud. "Most of my spellcraft is innate but most of it I learned at home and learned more in school. The arrows are what lets me hold MP in them to launch my spells long distance, using the bow as my staff and the arrow as the conveyance. I've been able to put... all my spells on my arrows and let them loose. Helpful when you have people who like to rush in to giant monsters..." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari blinks, and then nods. "A proper soldier respects her allies, Ma'am!" The compliment has Yari blushing a bit, and standing a little straighter. Her tail swishes about happily. "I'm glad! It's hard to get ahold of proper kimonos at times. Most of them are knockoffs instead of real silk." Yari lets out a tiny hiss at the explaination. She takes it all in, leaning in a bit as she inspects the bow. "Interesting. I've heard of Thaumaturges using staffs like that, but with arrows? Is that common in your world?" Her head tilts. "Can you use your ability on objects that aren't arrows? Or do they need to be specially made?" 

:'''{{#var:889|Lina Brand (889)}} has posed:'''     Lina eyes the blush and smiles, "Well then." she gives a slight nod and pulls out one of her arrows. It's a light metal arrow with various runes inscribed on it. "It's not a common thing, at least how I do it. Mystic Knights can just channel it into their sword, I just do one off spells and let it ignite when it hits the target." a pause, "Are Thaumaturges your worlds Red Mage?"     She offers over the arrow and hmms slightly, "I haven't tried, but I'm not in a rush to. I know this works and well, why fix what isn't broken right?" she grins, "Unless you had something else in mind." the bow is also covered in runes and has vague wing shapes on each end. "And all of these are hand crafted too. Wouldn't do to let others muck up with my designs." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Cue Yari taking scans of the arrow and bow, particularly peering at the runes. She flicks a kunai out from her sleeve and offers it over, handle first. "If you can throw, I wouldn't mind seeing if you can do so with other objects. I might learn something." Adds Yari. A shake of the head. "No Ma'am. I believe many worlds would refer to them as 'Black Mages'. Casters who use the elements. Not far removed from my own magic, but that's more...ah, discrete. Ninja." She explains. "It's good work. Your arrows, I mean. Could have used a few good crafters like you in the Legion." 

:'''{{#var:889|Lina Brand (889)}} has posed:'''     Lina takes the kunai in her fingers, twiddling it around lightly with a nod. "I'm not too terribly experienced with a thrown weapon but we can see." she blinks and a slight blush overtakes her face, "Ah, I made my dagger too." as she pulls out the Wing Edge and offers it over handle first. "It might feel strange with how its weighted but I crafted it for my hands."     After depositing the dagger respectfully in Yari's hands, Lina moves over to a good spot and takes aim with the kunai. "Small weapon, no runes... minimal MP storage. Small magic effects." a pause then she looks at Yari, a sly grin across her face. "Yari. I'm going to hit you with this. If everything works the way it should, you shouldn't have any pain, only a healing effect." and with a slight bit of MP pumped into the kunai, it glows with a soft blue, a Cure spell deposited into the weapon. "It may help if you injure yourself first so the cure spell doesn't go to waste."     She takes a brief aim and throws the kunai. It's a bit sloppy, definately not a practiced motion but it flies straight towards Yari, "Catch!" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari takes the Wing Edge! She inspects it, hefts it, and generally gets to know it. It meets with her approval by the long nod. "You do good work. I'll have to commission a few things from you." Her eyes widen a bit, but then she sighs. "Sure." Open mouth. See sharp lizard teeth. NOMF! She bites her own arm and she bleeds. "...Though I'm going to have to say, healing by throwing a kunai at someone is both remarkably efficient, and also somewhat concerning. Just...aim for somewhere non-vital please?" She now has a girl to take care of after all! Up goes her tail! And she's hit with the kunai! Wince! 

:'''{{#var:889|Lina Brand (889)}} has posed:'''     Non vital? Well, that might be a tad difficult. Oh well, the kunai's launched and a wave of healing power goes through the Au Ra, sealing up that newly made wound. The Kunai, however, drops to the ground with a loud clink. "Well, I can see how it's concerning... and efficient. So how do you feel?" she smiled before reaching out for her dagger, "Does this meet to your approval?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari shivers a bit as a wound is opened, and then healed. The kunai falls to the ground, and her tail snatches it up into her clothing. "Fine. Tingly. Kind of tingly." She offers then smiles. The dagger is offered over. "More than enough. I doubt my own aether could do such things, but it's curious to see such things are possible." She bows. "Much obliged, Miss Brand." There's the sound of a linkshell going off, and she taps her ear. "Apologies, Ma'am. I need to see to my own. I want to fight beside you some time. Until then!" A salute, and then she's off! 

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Generositas (Yari Takane)

2015-10-20T19:59:31Z

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The attack on the small rural town in the Asian Plains had started in the morning, and the burning fires it left lasted well into the night. A small group of non-Elite disaffected soldiers had took up banditry in the mountains. The town was small, and had hardly anyone to guard it. The men and women that could fight took up arms anyway.

The bandits were better armed and better trained, and the town fell and was defiled. Only the tavern remained, for the bandits to make sport and gorge themselves on sake and the tavern's stores. High on victory, they left only a cursory lookout that was drinking heavily.

A familiar sight, the smell of burning and death and piles of bodies, to Yari Takane. Every bandit died, anger swelling in her heart. She made sure the leader's death was particularly slow and painful.

Yari left, cloaked in the night and a traveler's robe and kimono. Just at the last remaining house that hadn't burnt down, a sound caught her attention. A quick check of her armlet told her that someone here was still alive.

Heat had her sweating, as even she had difficulty leaping between the falling supports as the wooden building starts to truly fall apart. Three rooms later, she shoves aside the thin bamboo divider.

A crying girl hugs the dead bodies of her parents close, coughing and choking. Yari walks over. The girl looks up. A crack of wood and a burning support beam comes falling down.

Five minutes later, Yari stumbles out of the building, ignoring her half-burnt kimono and the horrible burn on her arm. The girl is gently set down, and looks Yari in the eyes.

"You...saved me."

She couldn't be more than twelve years old. Sadness lingers, and yet, gratitude for this cloaked stranger.

The girl looks back as the last of her life crumbles to ashes as her home falls. Yari pauses, and then once more the young girl falls into her rescuer's tight embrace.

'A knight is GENEROUS, for sharing is caring!'

The morning sun rises over the village as an Au'Ra and a young girl walk away from the burnt village, from one home and into another.

3214/Mourning Her Home

2015-10-20T19:45:54Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' It's been a tense few days ever since Archer destroyed Sanary's village and her subsequent sequestering to Confed Medical. In between her duties, she's been all but camping outside Sanary's room, and when word comes that she can finally enter? Five minutes later Yari is into the room with a place of home-cooked crab and pasta with garlean garlic sauce, and a cup of tea. She'd apparently learned how to make pigs' blood tea at some point. "Sanary, I'm coming in." In the woman goes! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Physically, Sanary's looking fine. Mostly, anyway. Aside from some bandages wrapped around her chest and shoulder, she appears to be recovering just fine!      Mentally... Well, she's not huddled into a corner and trembling any more. That's a plus! She even looks over as Yari enters the room, a light grin forming on the girl's lips. "Hey, Yari. Smells good... Ah. Sorry if I worried you."      She scoots over a bit on her bed to leave an empty space on the side, waving the Au Ra over while pushing herself up into a sitting position. "Haven't been out too long, have I?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Oh no, Yari isn't having any of that! As Sanary sits up, she shuffles her tail over, and tries to drag the girl right back down! Into comfy ninja lap and chest! Then that tray is given over. Seems Yari wants to be a ninja-cushion right now. "You're not getting away!" Comes the girl firmly, her worry palpable. "Just a few days. Don't apologize. I..." She stops, then shakes her head. She won't dwell on what happened. "How are you holding up?" Starts Yari gently enough. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      So much for sitting up! Sanary's easy enough to pull back down, at least, and she's definitely not going to stop Yari from bringing her back down if she really wants to be a pillow.      "Okay, okaaay. I'll be good." The healer lets out a light laugh and reaches up to pat Yari's cheek, shifting around a bit to get her head into a more comfortable position on her before starting on the food. She's careful not to spill any of that pasta or tea, although her movements are still quite a bit slower than normal.      "You..?" Sanary raises an eyebrow at that lack of sentence-completion, but doesn't linger on that while sipping on the tea. She does go quiet once she recognizes that familiar scent, however, nuzzling into Yari a moment later without saying anything else about that.      "... I-I'm doing as good as I could be, I guess. Got some more directions to work with now, so that's a thing. Has anything big happened lately? Heard you've been transferred recently..?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari nods sagely. This is how recovering Sanaries should be, all snugged and warm! "Good." Smile! She's silent for a bit, then nods slowly. "Nothing major. A few more issues with those Crey bastards. Otherwise, things have been quiet. That brings a sigh to Yari. "The issues with the Dravanians have gotten worse, and the Emperor has recalled all troops to defend Garlemald's borders. I'm the 'peace offering' to the Confederacy to ensure continued relations." There's more to it than that, but, she can't exactly speak on it. "What are you going to do now, Sanary?" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary's more than pleased with that food Yari's brought, especially considering the quality of the food in medical. Nutritious, but severely lacking in taste!      "Mm... That sucks to hear. Er. The problems, that is. It's great having you here, though." She shifts around again and nuzzles once more for good measure, getting a good amount of pasta into her face before settling back again.      "First I've heard of people being sent around as peace offerings, though... Hrm. How do you feel about all of it, anyway?" She pauses at the question about her own plans, a low hum escaping Sanary as she stares at the ceiling.      "Starless told me a few ways to get stronger. I was wondering if you could show me your ninjetsus later to try and learn that, actually." She smiles awkwardly at that while rubbing the back of her head. "If you got time, I mean. Uh. And she talked to me about how to use it, too. Kinda like how we did with that one woman from last time, but on a..."      And then she pauses again. "... Crap. Did you remember to feed her?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari smirks a little. "Oh don't worry, I left her plenty of dog food to eat!" Yari tenses beneath Sanary. "...I wish I was out there fighting, but, the time here with you and being able to ensure I can influence the Multiverse..." "It's strange. It gives me freedom I'm not used to. I feel a bit lost, but liberated as well." She definitely sounds conflicted. Yari perks up a little though. "I'd be glad to. Miss Kagenashi will be tutoring me as well. We should share anything we learn!" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary laughs. Should she feel bad about that? Maybe. Does she? HELL NO.      "Freedom's good. You'll get used to it. Just being able to do whatever feels right, not being tied down to doing things one way if you don't like it... I'll ease you into it, don't worry."      She reaches up to ruffle Yari's hair briefly, then gets back to that food. It's definitely hitting the right spot for her, if the fact that's she's just about eaten all of it is any indication.      "Kagenashi, eh? Should be fun. Yeah, I'm hoping to learn some stuff from Starless, you, maybe Lu-Mey if the bugs aren't too weird..." She hesitates for a few moments, then sighs. "... Maybe Vega, too, if I can get a hold of him. I need to talk with those two, at least." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari...actually pouts. She looks slightly intimidated by the prospect. "...Figuring out what I need to do, not going on daily drills...it's..." Hiss. "A little frightening." She finally admits. The ruffling does much to calm her down though, much happier hisses and her tails waving a bit! The ninja nods to each one, though frowns at the mention of Vega. "I'll always support you, but be careful. Don't accept power you haven't researched. Else you might end up the slave to an Eikon." That warning done, she reaches over with a kunai! And stabs some of Sanary's food. Nom! "You'd better eat up, or I'll steal it all!" She taunts, grinning and then hugging Sanary tight! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "You've dealt with worse! Where's that Garlean pride?" Sanary grins slightly as she tilts her head back at Yari, clearly intending to goad her with that. "Surely a little unpredictabability isn't going to throw you off."      Noticing that frown, Sanary actually keeps the smile up as she pats the Au Ra's face once again. "Definitely. That's why I'll be talking to both of 'em. But I won't be half-assing it this time. I just need to control it so that doesn't happen, and then... Nobody's going to hurt us.."      She sounds much more determined! And then she pouts at the food-stabbage, but breaks into another grin despite pretending to sound hurt. "Aw. But I'm injured! You gotta be more gentle than thaaat." She munches on even more pasta, then returns the hug (albeit at the awkward angle)!      "Good tea, too. Tastes just right~" Right meaning bad, of course. Which is... Right, strangely enough. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari almost immediately stiffens, straightens up, and head-bonks Sanary with her own horns! Whomp! "Of course not! I'll bring Glory and Honor no matter what obstacles are in my way!" A swift nod to Sanary! "Never again! And we'll make sure that Archer pays!" Encourages the lizardess. "We ninjas are opportunists! You must learn to defend even while injured!" Squeeeeze. "I'll keep plenty of it around for you, Sanary." 

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3168/Breakfast at Dun Realtai

2015-10-20T19:41:00Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' As much as Yari might love the majority of the residents of Dun Realtai, she's an absolute horror to the kitchen staff. A perfectionist by nature, and banned from cooking, even breakfast must be perfect in her eyes. Thus, she has her arm folded and tail swaying as she stands in the castle's kitchen, calling out to the poor maidservants! "YOU! FASTER! That egg won't be properly braised if you just stand around! AND YOU! Toast that muffin properly you lout! I won't accept anything less than a perfect meal for Sanary! Turn! Turn that sausage now you slacker!" Poor, poor ladies and gentlemen. Eventually, she comes out with a plate of english-muffin egg sandwich and properly cooked sausages for her favorite warrior healer. "Breakfast is ready, Sanary." She calls out as she herself sit down. Nom. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary's usually not the type to sweat the small stuff. She was raised in the boonies of Plegia, after all, and finding a worm here or an extra foot there just meant extra protein during breakfast. Of course, she knows better than to try and stop the Au Ra when her mind is set, and she's even amused while listening to Yari barking orders at the kitchen staff.      It definitely helps keep her mind off the past few days at least.      "Didn't even have to hit 'em this time, hm?" She chuckles lightly and sits up in her seat as her favorite ninja approaches with the food, eye widening slightly at the food before her. "Looks like you got some good results today. Aah.. What's the occasion?" Of course, she doesn't waste much time before starting to eat (with her hands, that barbarian). NOMF. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari slowly nods as breakfast is delivered. "They're learning. Might not look like it, but those girls have talent. Miss Saber has just been too weak and nice to them! They need discipline!" Typical Yari, all force and discipline! But then she figuratively bites her tongue. She's had a hard week, and looks it. There's bags under her eyes. "I just...wanted to be with you. For things to be perfect." A pause, and she looks Sanary in the eyes. "Sanary. Why do you fight? What...what are you after?' She asks suddenly, and oddly timid. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary laughs and takes a big bite out of a sausage, grunting in approval after a moment. "They do! Maybe Saber's just doing it in a... Not-military kind of way. 'cause they're too soft or something. Not used to our way of doing things." She chuckles again and leans back in her seat, then hunches forward to peer at Yari's face.      She's definitely noticed those bags.      "Why? Mm... Well, it pays good. Definitely a huge step above what I did before signing up." Another laugh, although it's a little more somber this time. "Even if.. I dunno. I mean, I'm fine with doing shady stuff, but... I dunno."      Sanary sighs, then reaches over the table towards Yari's hand. "So what's wrong? You look like you haven't been sleeping much." She pauses, then narrows her eye after a few moments. "Did someone come after you again?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "They'll never get proper training that way! She needs to push them harder." Yari states emphatically, before sighing. A hand reaches out, and her own takes it, squeezing. Her grip is light. "I...I've been thinking. A lot. I fought Mister Gawain, when I was on a mission. The men and women I was sent to kill were horrible. They killed people because of their faulty medicine, on both sides. But even then, he wanted to save them. He said they 'deserved redemption'." She frowns, shuddering. Her anger at the thought lessens, however. "...He was worried about me. He didn't say it, but...he thinks that every deserves 'redemption'." She ends, sighing. "...What is he talking about? Shouldn't evil people who do things like that die, and good people live? If they have power, they'll just hurt more innocent people. Even..." Her teeth grit. "Even people like you who don't have any opportunities. And people like that hurt idealistic /idiots/ like him! If...if we could get rid of every one like that, then maybe all of this idiotic fighting from profit and greed could end!" She slams down her fist, gasping, as she releases her feelings finally. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary listens to Yari quietly, reaching over with other hand to pat the back of Yari's at that shudder. It's not an easy question to answer, and it takes the healer a while to even think up any answer to that. Even when she speaks, she sounds unsure of it herself.      "I... Think I sorta get what he meant, but I don't know if he's right or not. We've fought people that don't deserve it. Hell, we've probably even worked for some of 'em." She smiles again, but only briefly as she gives the Au Ra's hand another pat. "And... It's one thing to talk about it, but we won't always have time to think about this kinda thing when we're fighting someone and it's them or us."      Some determination returns to her eye. "Either we live, or we die. Good, evil... Mm. If everything worked that way, I'd... Maybe I'd be dead now, too." She laughs for no apparent reason, then drops her head right on the table. Sanary does narrowly avoid missing the plate, at least, and she inches forward a bit to get some more food into her face.      What? It's good food. Plus, it does take her mind off her troubles for just a moment. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Every pat is met with a squeeze. The Au'Ra is more than a little possessive at the moment, and she's soon over to the other side of the table, leaning against Sanary. It feels good to be so close to someone who cares. "We have. We /are/. That's what bothers me the most." A glance around, and only when she's sure the maids aren't listening does she speak. "I don't trust many of the people that we work with, Sanary. They're the same kinds who act just like the Eikons who steal the souls of people. But there's people who understand strength and discipline too." "And there's you. I...I won't betray that. But I can't say I'm happy either." A deep sigh, and she looks into Sanary's eyes. "I want to make my Mother proud. And I want to use the Confederacy for what it should do. Take worlds, and make them strong through war. To make sure every man and woman of any species can decide their own destiny, not be tossed about by the winds of fate and false gods." She nods, some spark of confidence returning. "Evil or not, Sanary, I'm glad we're both alive. We need to find our purpose in life and walk towards it no matter what' s in our way. So, I'm goind to do everything I can to make sure you stay alive, and we both grow stronger." She squeezes Sanary's shoulder. "And that you too find your dreams. Because I love you." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary raises an arm as Yari switches sides, lowering it around the Au Ra's shoulder in a tight hug. Even with everything that's been floating around in her mind lately, it's a huge relief to have Yari close by as she is.      "There's definitely some... Sketchy people, yeah. But you know me. I'm probably not gonna be able to figure out what they're up to before they pull some shit on me. I'll just... Deal with it when it happens. It'll work itself out. Uh. Probably."      Definitely not her best strategy or even /a/ strategy, but... Well.      With Yari that close, it's hard not to look back into her eyes, albeit being a little harder with only the one to focus on two. She's trying, at least! "That's the best we can do, I think. I mean, you're smart, and I'm sure your mom's proud of you already. You could probably pull off being a great leader if you had the chance. But me... You know what? I'm fine with just being a really good hammer and bandage. "      There's a laugh, and it's not even a heavy one this time! No, she's getting some of her own fire back as well. "That's what I'll do, too. Even if some people might hate me or think it's evil... Bah. Good, evil, fuck it. If it'll make me strong enough to protect you and everyone else so we can get what we want, then that's all that matters. Because..."      That declaration at the end makes her blush furiously, however, and the healer's unable to maintain eye contact as the sandwich suddenly becomes very interesting to stare at. "... Th-that's just not fair." Another pause, and she lets out a barely audible whisper. "I love you, too." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari lets out a tiny breath, tail swaying. "That's not much of a plan at all." Yari agrees, tilting her head, and giving the tiniest of nose-pokes. She's also blushing, very, very heavily. "But that's okay. Sanary, you fight with your heart and soul. Even if you don't know where you're going, I will be right beside you. No matter what." She promises. Squeeeze. "I'm not sure, but I need to learn about leadership. About a lot of things. But I have people around me who care." Lute, Sanary, Gawain, Saber, Kiri. Yari can't help but brighten just a bit. "So let's protect each other." She agrees. And then Sanary is blushing. Yari grins, looking more lively than she has in days. "...Has anyone ever told you that you're adorable, Sanary?" The tiniest of smooches, and then she's over to the other side of the table. "Now let's eat! We have to keep morale high, you know!?" 

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2984/Swimming with Au'Ra and Heroic Spirits

2015-10-20T19:37:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' After the confrontation with Eve, and the resulting gunshot wound, Yari Takane needs a bit of relaxation. Thus it is that the woman has properly conquered Dun Realtai's baths, relaxing in the steamy water. Every now and then she winces, the wound in her side still fresh, but with some patchwork synthskin plastered on until it regrows properly. Freaky Confederate tech. Yari's also not alone! Amidst the now pink bubble bath that the Centurion's added, a little figure floats along! A turtle, which Yari lets nibble a piece of celery, in between relaxing. "Keep your spirits up, Trooper Constantine! We will overcome any obstacle for the glory and safety of Hydaelyn. But this is important too. Low morale leads to desertion and the path of a traitor." She snaps the little turtle a salute. Constantine just makes little turtle sounds and swims happily. 

:'''{{#var:346|Saber (346)}} has posed:'''      With the summer giving way to autumn, Dun Realtai's weather had become comfortably cool, with the occasional breeze rustling the newly-turning leaves on what trees had been resurrected or imported. Frequent rains likewise cooled the fading summer heat, though today was one of the clear days where the few clouds remained full and white. The late harvests had begun and would soon be completed with an end-of-season festival with even more gratitude than previous ones; the land had been rescued and even revived thanks to the efforts of the strange visitors from the multiverse, to say nothing of the appointed lord and lady of the land. At once alien and familiar to the villagers, those who had called themselves 'Knights of the Round Table' had not merely driven off the corrupted winter beasts and left the village to fend for itself, but had remained and even revitalised the land. They had never known such prosperity even before the disaster which had ended the lives of so many. This season would truly be a cause for celebration.      At the moment, said lady had been preoccupied with cataloguing and organising crates of freshly-harvested apples -- fruits of her native Britain and personal favourites of hers and Sir Bedivere's -- which spanned an entire wall of a warehouse. Constructed of a blend of traditional and modern materials with modern refrigeration, the warehouse would ensure that little of their crops would be lost. In fact, the village would be able to trade; food was as valuable to the most technologically-advanced multiversal world as it was to the most primitive. Dun Realtai was more than merely self-sufficient now. Their success had surpassed even Arturia's expectations, more than enough cause for a celebration. She would have to plan the festival later, but for now, a more personal reward was in order.      T The lord's quarters making up the top floor of the keep boasted its own bath, but Saber occasionally liked to use the ones on the lower floors if for no other reason than to meet with Dun Realtai's guests. Hot mineral water was pumped from deep underground thermal springs below the citadel, and the baths themselves could draw visitors who might otherwise prefer more modern accommodations. For those who either preferred to get away from it all or else were natives to a similar time, it provided even more comfort. The Servant herself was a bit of both; she had fond memories of her childhood in early mediaeval Britain, but Egyptian cotton with high thread counts was yet another marvel of the modern era she had taken a liking to.      Making her way up to her quarters to change into a simple dress and gather a few towels, Arturia descended the stairs to the large bath below. She was mildly surprised to find Yari there -- the Au Ra had been scarce as of late -- but perhaps she shoudn't have been. The ninja had been one of those who would probably come to Dun Realtai for the baths alone. "Greetings, Lady Yari," she hailed in her soft alto voice with a smile. "I hope that I am not interrupting."      Trooper Constantine earned a bit of a puzzled blink, but if the water wasn't too hot for him, she wasn't terribly bothered. It wasn't as if they had a 'No Pets' policy, particularly with Kepas skulking around, likely hunting lizards out in the bailey. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' It is still a bit of a hike for Inga to get to the village and the castle, but it considerably less so with one of her residences now in the area. It is a pleasant walk now, though by the time it starts to snow she may really need to invest in a well trained horse. While she has a small tub at her cottage, the baths are Dun Realtai are much nicer, so she comes now and then when she really wants to spoil herself with a long, hot soak in the roman style baths. The rythmic click-clack of her staff against the floor heralds her presence long before she actually arrives. The wisewoman is dressed like a local, though she makes is look natural. Because it is. One of the reasons she'd decided to settle a place in Dun Realtai was it was the kind of place that was familiar to her. It is a welcome relief to an outside world much changed from the life she had growing up. Though she too is rather fond of a few modern comforts! Inga blinks in mild surprise as her lips spread into a warm smile, bowing her head to Saber. "Good day to you my lady," she says, and smiles to Yari as well in greeting. "I see I am not the only person with a yearning for a good soak," she says, moving over to a bench. She leans her staff nearby. "Would you mind if I joined you?" she asks, beginning to unbraid her long white hair. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari and the little turtle are clearly enjoying themselves, with Constantine having floated over to Yari again. He's covered in little pink soap bubbles that Yari's busy gently scrubbing onto him, giving her little friend a bath. Constantine is a chatterbox, making many little content turtle sounds. "There, now just your head. Close your eyes Trooper, this won't take long." Pause. Blink. The lizard girl turns to Saber. She actually blushes a bit. Caught! "Miss Saber! Ah...good evening." She lets the turtle go, trying to pretend she totally wasn't being silly with her pet. "It's been a while. How are you, Ma'am? I noticed the village seemed lively today. Good harvest?" Despite the embarrassment, Yari sounds quite happy to see Saber. The au'ra's voice is warm, if a little quiet when not going into one of her little speeches for the troops! And then Inga tap-taps her way in! Looking the other woman over, she actually stands up, and throws a sharp salute to the woman. She'd look the picture of a military officer if she wasn't covered in pink bubbles and with a turtle migrating its way up her shoulder and eventually perching atop her head. "Of course, Ma'am, the baths are for everyone after all. Please, join us. Centurion Yari Takane, XIV Legion of the Empire of Garlea. Glory and honor, Ma'am!" "Salute, trooper!" She huffs at the 'soldier' now sitting between her horns. The little turtle raises a turtley paw, and makes a mild turtle sound. 

:'''{{#var:346|Saber (346)}} has posed:'''      While Yari seemed to be embarrassed over doting on the turtle, Saber paid it no mind. Perhaps Bedivere treated his horses and other charges similarly? Now that would be a sight, one that the tall, pale-haired knight no doubt jealously guarded. "I am well, thank you," she replied, her smile and voice never changing their warmth. "It has indeed been an excellent harvest. I am confident that the coming of winter will no longer be the season of dread that it once was."      The Servant seemed quite happy about that.      Saber likewise awarded the wisewoman a small smile. "Not at all. Be welcome, my lady." It wasn't as if the baths were private the way they would have been in earlier times, reserved only for noble guests of the previous lords. In all fairness, that previous condition had likely been for the protection of guests from spies and assassins. Now, such precautions were not as necessary, given the remoteness of the village and the caretakers' positions within the Union, and the keep's baths often served as a public bathhouse until a new one could be constructed in the village. Given her desire to know what was on the minds of their adopted people, it was likely that Arturia would be frequenting the village baths once they were completed.      Taking her flaxen hair out of its braided bun, it fell past her shoulders to the middle of her back as she slipped off her dress and, folding it carefully, set it aside with her hair ribbon before slipping into the pleasantly warm water. Even Heroic Spirits could enjoy a good mineral water bath. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga isn't entirely sure how to react to the salute. She's seen it done before obviously, but does she return the gesture? Well, alright. Why not. Inga smiles a little awkwardly and returns the salute. "Inga Freyasdottir, wisewoman of Uppsala--and I suppose many other places now," she introduces. "It is a pleasure to meet you Centurian Yari Takane," she adds. "Centurian, hmm? Is that not what the Romans called their soldiers?" she inquires, glancing toward Saber. The turtle is greeted with a chuckle. It is one of the cutest things she's ever seen. She'd cant well see her enjoying a similarly relaxing time with the cat. Inga pulls off her boots them and begins to disrobe. Despite all her shyness with trying on clothing and refusal to wear short skirts or pants, she is not hesitant to disrobe now. Inga lays her overdress and under tunic over the bench, folded neatly, removes her stockings, and moves to enter the bath. The woman moves with a noticable limp, and getting into the bath is a slightly awkward experience Inga handles with about as much grace as possible. She lets out a sigh of pleasure as the hot water envelopes her. She swims forward with a soft smile. "Yes, that was worth the walk." "May I congratulate you Lady Arturia on an excellent harvest? It seems we will be well prepared for winter this year. Really, I've rarely seen such bounty. In my home...we had a few years of poor harvests," she explains. "What news is there, besides the harvest? I'm afraid I've been a bit...out of touch." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari can't help but shiver a bit despite the warmth of the water. The thought of the people here suffering freezing and starvation irritates her more than it should. Really, the people of Dun Realtai, and many of its lords, tend to grow on a person. The woman can't help but wonder when she started to care so much about these people outside of Hydaelyn. The multiverse certainly changes a person. "Good. There's no gain for anyone through senseless and needless death. You...and /him/...have done well." A compliment for a foreign ruler, and even for a man that angers her like no other. It's high praise, coming from Yari, and from her stiffening limbs, it took a lot to say. The returned salute actually has Yari smiling for a moment before she forces it down. Introductions are important, and they'll do it by Garlean code! Even now, she's still unable to completely relax, as much as Sanary's helped in that regard. The limp from Inga is noted, but there's no offer of help. Typical of Garleans, really: one is expected to survive or die on their own merits. She does blink as she looks over Inga's hair though. So long and pretty! "Uppsala? I'm not familiar. Wise-woman? Are you some kind of priest?" Suspicion flicks into her eyes for a moment, before she visibly forces herself to relax. Surely Saber wouldn't tolerate some dangerous cultist! Pause. "Would you like help with your hair, Miss Freyasdottir?" There's a little jealousy in her tone, and an almost girlish one mixed in. Yari's notably young, and her small size doesn't help. So much as the military has shaped her, she's still a young woman. She nods along though. "Yes, unfortunately I've been far too absent. The rebuilding in Garlea was...extensive." Another shiver, the lizard-girl blanking out for a moment before she forces herself to concentrate. "...Actually, Miss Saber, I might have a word with you regarding that particular matter." Her tone cools a bit, not unfriendly, but she's clearly moved onto 'business'. 

:'''{{#var:346|Saber (346)}} has posed:'''      The petite knight nodded slightly. "It is, though it would seem that there are other lands in the multiverse with similar military ranks," she observed. "The...Garlean Empire, I believe?"      For all that the said empire was a Confederate ally had made the once-king of Britain somewhat wary -- with Bedivere being outright suspicious, most likely the unhappiness towards him that Yari now displayed -- but she had long-since discovered that things were not quite so simple. It was not terribly surprising that not everyone would necessarily get along, but at least some form of respect was more than she could have hoped for.      And in Dun Realtai, everyone was generally free from the cares beyond the half-ruined village walls. The Law of Hospitality ensured everyone behaved themselves, a boon even to those weary travellers from the opposite camp. Now, Saber herself could do much of the same. Her emotional mask was no longer necessary without the need to conceal her sex and maintain rigid impartiality with no scheming political enemies to mollify. Few would have ever guessed at what her demeanour had been on Camelot's throne -- the aloof, inhuman king -- from the seemingly gentle yet regal lady she had become. The exception was in battle, where all vestiges of gentleness disappeared, leaving a warrior in their wake. But that strength was unnecessary now, where Arturia could relax and even enjoy what they now had. Their hard work restoring the keep had certainly paid off.      Her eyebrows raised slightly. "Oh? I imagine that the villagers alone would keep you busy with the need for healers, much more so with the needs of the multiverse beyond it. I myself have been led away from Dun Realtai on several missions."      She was even less wary around Inga, despite their differences. Part of that was simply due to shared affiliation, but on a more personal level, the wisewoman had more than proven herself several times over in service to Dun Realtai. "Yes, the harvest has been most excellent, due to the efforts of the villagers and those who have answered our requests. It would never have been possible without the help of you, Lady Yunomi, Toph, and others."      Her attention turned to Yari. "I hope that the rebuilding has gone well." A strange thing to hope for, given the Empire's status, but such things seemed to affect innocent citizens the most, and it was they Arturia was the most sympathetic towards.      She didn't miss the change in tone. This was likely as good a time as any to discuss business. "Of course." 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga manages awkwardly but she manages all the same. If she needed help she would ask for it, which is honestly preferable to people fussing and likely making things more difficult! The wisewoman raises a brow slightly at Yari's words to Saber about a /him/. She must mean Bedivere. Do the two not get along well? An interesting obersvation to tuck away. Inga sumerges for a moment to wet the rest of her hair, the smiles to Yari. "Not many are it seems. It was--is, a place in midgard--earth, that is. The region is now called Sweden," she explains. As for the wisewoman part, that is a bit more lengthy of a conversation. At the word priest however, she wrinkles her nose. The word holds connotations to her that are obviously unpleasant. "I am a servant of the gods, yes. I am spa-kona and volva. A, ah...a magic worker and a Seeress," she explains. "It is complicated. Many simply call me a witch," she offers with a shrug. If Bedivere were here, he'd likely be cringing. Well, and blushing. At the offer to help her with her hair, Inga's smile grows and her turns, nodding to Yari. "Yes, thank you. That would be delightful," she responds, comfortable enough with the suggestion. She's accustomed to having someone to do these things, obviously. Inga looks back to Saber, nodding. "I am glad I can be of assistance. Much of what I do for the people here is the familiar routines of my life before I knew of the multiverse. It...helps me remember who I am," she answers. "It can be easy for me to lose touch however. Visions can be...very overwhelming," she sighs. Especially as they're so often in regard to world-ending scenarious and awkward glimpses of other's pasts...it is no wonder she likes to spend so much of her time holed up in her cottage. "And how is Sir Bedivere doing? I have not been called on to tend his injuries in a while, which I take to be a good sign?" Inga says with a small smile, watching Saber carefully. Of course she has heard /things/ around the village regarding the love birds. Seems business needs addressing though, so Inga will fall quiet, content to soak and perhaps have her hair fussed with. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Inga gets the initial brunt of Yari's attention. "Mmm! I've never visited this 'Sweden'. Perhaps I should make a trip. My morale officer has been saying I should use my leave time." The ninja does grow a bit wary as Inga explains about her gods and being a /Seer/. She glances back to Saber, as if asking if Inga is truly 'safe'. The Garlean's troubles with the Espers of their world are well documented. "I...trust these spirits are less prone to vile acts than I'm used to?" She asks, rather bluntly. Her wariness does drop off slightly. "You don't strike me as someone with ill intentions, or forced into service of an Eikon." She then adds quickly. Her wariness eases. Then she's right into those flowing white locks! It might feel slightly odd, as the one armed Au'Ra uses tail and hand alike to wash. Thankfully those scales are smoother than they appear, though it might be ticklish. She adds in some scented wash, and gets to work, dextrous fingers and tail thorough and neat. She's not exactly lacking in hair herself. "Amazing! What do you use? Soft..." /Definitely/ some girlish jealousy going on here. "...Visions?" She sounds genuinely curious, if definitely uncomfortable. Yari gives a quick nod. "Correct. Our ranks and terms are actually very similar, however, Rome did not possess our unique history, our dedication to our world's safety and security, or our superior technology and discipline." Comes the lizard girl, visibly puffing up with national pride. The Garleans definitely do propogando very well, for this one has doused herself in their kool-aide. "Well enough." She starts, pausing, and uses it as a nice lead-in. "For all of my nation's advantages, it is not perfect. The Lord Legatus sees that. I don't recall word of you meeting our Legion in combat, Miss Saber, but you'll find that the Fourteenth is more racially diverse than others." "Not so in Garlemald, or the rest of the Empire. It's predominantly human led, and its tendencies...well. Any with ability are recognized in the Empire. But prejudices remain." She's doing a lot of beating around the bush, odd for the woman. She's usually fairly direct despite her abilities in combat. To someone like Saber, it might be telling: Yari's masking something that she's upset with and perhaps seems to slight her honor. "Au'ra such as myself are widely believed to be of dragon's blood. Foolish, of course. I'll spare you the superstitious creation myth of my people." Frown. Garlean to the core, this woman. "But it's still a problem. And with the Dravanian hordes attacking our very heart, tensions against my kind are...high right now. I'm an officer and I've already had to deal with death threats." A shake of her head. Her tail lashes in the water. Slighted honor slowly turns to anger. "The few Au'ra in the city have it worse. There's a small group of Au'Ra families that survived the attack, about fifteen people in all. There have been threats, and even an attempted murder. Until things become more orderly, I...need to make them dissappear for a while to somewhere safe, and neutral." She turns fully to Saber now, looking her in the eyes. 

:'''{{#var:346|Saber (346)}} has posed:'''      Saber was visibly relieved to be able to address that particular habit of Bedivere's, immensely grateful that there was a decided /lack/ of injuries. "It has been most fortunate that matters of Dun Realtai have kept him confined here. He has healed quite well, and the most strenuous work has been the tilling."      Even that had not been nearly as backbreaking as it could have been thanks to their badgermole residents, who had taken to their new home enthusiastically. That the once-marshal had not received any new injuries as a result of avoiding violent conflicts was in itself cause for much celebration. "Harvesting apples and barley has proved to be considering less dangerous than battling other Servants."      At least now Inga understood that Bedivere's apprehension regarding magic was a combination of his dislike and distrust of Merlin and the rumours he had endured in Camelot regarding his own slightly exotic heritage. But mostly the former, and her tutor's obnoxiousness and addiction to excitement had done all the explaining for her.      Really, must he /always/ embarrass himself like that?      Saber's demeanour suggested that she was comfortable with the presence of Au Ra Centurion and the Uppsala wisewoman alike. Magic was a peculiar thing in her own world, seen suspiciously by some due to the actions of certain dangerous and unstable magi, though others were almost blase about it. Later magi decided that it would be best to conceal its presence from the world, and thus it was widely believed not to exist at all. But though Inga followed the Aesir -- some of their descendants had become Servants, who were a decent enough lot -- the Heroic Spirit had no reason not to trust her. "Each world has different sorts of spirits and deities," she explained. "In my world, some may be harmful, but others are benevolent. Most, simply, have little reason to act with those existing on the material plane and are merely aloof. I myself am a manner of spirit, after a fashion. However, it is I who was summoned to serve my Master, rather than the other way around."      She was, however, somewhat sceptical of the Garlean Empire itself. It was a situation she had seen too many times before /not/ to be sceptical. In that way, it was not unlike the Roman Empire of her own time, with its engineering marvels and inhuman brutality. Yet, nothing would be gained by pointing out that the nation was not /quite/ as enlightened as its leaders pretended to be. Perhaps there was some truth to the way they saw things, but it was likely not quite so black-and-white as they believed. "I have never met them in combat, no. My experience has been limited to temporarily putting down one of the 'Elder Primals' from a world similar to your own...'Odin', I believed he was named. He had made a sacrifice to end a threat to his world and became what he was, if I understand the situation correctly. The power he was infused with drove him to madness."      Though the Centurion was stalling, Saber remained patient, waiting calmly. She was, however, slightly surprised that their loyal soldier was not so blind that she refused to believe the existence of what problems there were. Not that she could completely turn away, given that these were her own people involved. 

:'''{{#var:346|Saber (346)}} has posed:'''      She was not, however, surprised that Yari was requesting asylum for the families caught in the middle of it. Bedivere would be wary, but at the same time, he would not turn them away any more than she would. Theirs was a precarious position of the need for vigilance and yet exemplifying the Eight Virtues of Chivalry. Neither the Virtues nor the older Brehon Laws would permit them to turn away those in need even if they were not already inclined to do so.      "We will need a few days to prepare accommodations." This wasn't the first time they had housed refugees from off-world. "I shall need to speak with Sir Bedivere as well to organise their reception." Not speak to him to ask permission or order him to obey? As suspicious as he could be, the knight was anything but heartless. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga sighs softly, sadly. "I have not been to see my homeland again. It...exists, but it is not how I knew it. When I was brought into the multiverse...it seems I was also brought through time," Inga explains. "So the land is there, but the great temple of Uppsala is gone. I hear the mounds remains, I would see those someday...when I am ready," she continues. "I was...chosen. I would not say forced for I serve the gods willingly...but it was not I who did the choosing. Ill intentions? No. It is my duty to protect the world--to purge it of a great evil from Outside. That seems to be why I was chosen. It's...rather commplicated and perhaps too long of a story for now," Inga says with a small smile. She doesn't want to get into her life story or anything! The woman closes her eyes, obviously relaxing. If she were feline, she'd be purring at the minstrations of Yari. Inga loves having her hair done. "Mmm...I see the wyrd. The weave of fate. Often, visions will come upon me unexpectedly. I can see into the future and the past," she further explains. "It is...rarely a boon. Seeing the future is also quite complicated, as it is generally never one path. I see multiple strands that could be woven into the tapestry, some stronger than others. That is usually how it is." Inga grunts slightly. "The romans seemed advance to us, from what I have heard and seen of what they left behind. It was always so strange to me...how could we forget to build as they could? Their buildings lasted hundreds of years, ours only a few. And their roads! Well, anyway. It seemed very advance in my time," she sighs. Yari then goes into more political talks with Saber, so Inga falls quiet once more. She is listening, but really has nothing to offer to the conversation besides. "Garlean...that sounds familiar...yes. I have been to this world I think," she says, nodding. "Not your empire, however." Inga nods, looking between Yari and Saber. "I will help if I can. Let me know if I can be of service. My cottage has sleeping space for a few people if needed," she offers. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' On the discussion of spirits, and especially Saber being one, Yari makes a noncommittal grunt. She concentrates on working on Inga's hair! Maybe a little too much, as she visibly struggles with her own prejudices. After all, she trusts Saber about as much as she can any member of the Union, and her own Legatus said similar words. The mere mention of one of the Eikons has Yari tensing up. Eyes close, and she shakes her head. "They're all will-stealing abominations. You did well in banishing the thing. It's always temporary, but no good comes of creatures like that, and especially not with giving them sympathy. They'll use it to turn you into their slaves." Her voice drips venom. She accepted, almost too easily. Yari's mouth opens, as if ready for some argument, only to close. She'd expected Saber to have to beat down Bedivere's figurative walls. But it's almost as if she knows he'd welcome such a thing. Yari is speechless, and that businesslike mask slips. She looks away, hiding a trace of tears. She can at least do that much, for her displaced countrymen and her nation. When she looks back, her face is softer, and even seems to glow a bit. "This won't go unforgotten, or unpaid." She says simply, straightens herself into military bearing, and concentrates on Inga. She's definitely not smiling in relief and joy. Definitely. Yari isn't without sympathy. "...I see. Focus on moving foward." She says quietly to Inga. 'Chosen'. There's another flinch of distrust, before the lizard woman makes herself calm down. There's no way Saber would tolerate slavery. And Inga doesn't seem like the lieing sort. "Another time then. I'd be interested in hearing more about these threats. People should find their own fates, not be treated as prey to things like that." Huff. She does seem to lighten up as Inga relaxes. The explainatin of the wyrd and fate has her tilting her head. "I can imagine. It sounds unreliable at best." Yari definitely doesn't approve. Though admittedly seeing the future would be a good tactical advantage. Inga words about the Romans have her thinking about the ruins of their own world. Though they were advancing, the Ala Mhingans were still far above the Garleans themselves. "Time erases things. Records don't get kept, infrastructure dies, old techniques get lost. Nevermind what war does. Any big empire has its enemies, and destroying their knowledge is a viable method of warfare. Still. Even then if you search hard enough old things can be recovered, improved upon, made anew. It's how we became who were are. Perhaps your people didn't have the interest or capabilities in recovering what was lost." Yari smiles. "I've done some looking into that matter. A Garlean is a Garlean, regardless of the time period." She puffs out her chest proudly again. Yari goes silent, and her hand and tail stop working. Arms slip under the water, aaaand... Ninja stealth hug go! Squeeeze! "Thank you Miss Freyasdottir. Some are in poor health, or injured during the attack." Then she lets go, trying to look dignified. Mostly by trying to dunk Inga's head in the water to get out the soap. During it all, Trooper Constantine looks on, and has floated over to Saber. He's currently trying to clambor atop her back and onto a shoulder. Yari's not far behind. "Your turn, Miss Saber!" Yari menaces with shampoo. 

:'''{{#var:346|Saber (346)}} has posed:'''      Saber seemed to regard Inga, but her eyes hooded slightly as her sight turned inward. She had been to what were now England and Wales since her summoning, though she had never travelled to where the ruins of Camelot would be. There was little reason to, less so after Bedivere had stumbled into the multiverse. Fond memories of it were, in truth, few; while she had cherished her knights and the friends she had in Lancelot and the queen, all her energy had been poured into her quest for utopia. She would have been much more likely to visit Sir Ector's estate, though she doubted she could find it again in such a radically-changed landscape, even if it was now the home or farmland of another.      Yari's clear disdain -- or rather, hatred -- drew Arturia out of her thoughts, and a deep frown of disapproval marred her brow. But it was not for the Au Ra herself; her opinion on a spirit which would rob a person of his will was quite clear. Biased or not, such a thing ran counter to her deeply-held commitment to chivalry. "Possession is not unheard of in my world, though it is not common, and they are unable to possess those with some strength of will. Of more danger are rogue magi, though few in the modern era have the ability to control another's mind. They seem to prefer familiars and puppets for tasks they are incapable of performing themselves."      Arturia herself was sceptical of her own 'choosing'; she had been the deliberate creation of Merlin's insane schemes. While she didn't doubt that he saw himself acting in good will -- what he thought was his gift to the people of an ideal leader and king -- that hardly meant she approved of his methods. Was the creation of a bastard princess of an unchivalrous and wanton king infused with the blood of a dragon truly necessary? "And to be fair, I am certain your gods gave you that choice, and trusted that you would not refuse a call to help the people," she murmured. Of course, Merlin had depended on that same need to help the people in her, but it felt much more manipulative. Yes, she certainly agreed with the Centurion that people should be free to find their own fates...perhaps because she felt she had been given no choice in hers, even fighting it at the very end.      As for prophecy, she shook her head. "I do not always understand the awen, myself. Those who are able to see with great clarity seem unable to discern /where/ in time they are. My tutor seems able, but..." She frowned slightly. "I would prefer not to consider how he manages to remain anchored in the present."      Saber smiled slightly at Yari's surprised reaction. "We would not be proper knights were we to turn away those in need. As cautious as he is for my sake, Sir Bedivere could no more turn away those in need than I, more-so when such service is one of our mandatory Virtues."      The sudden turtle on her shoulder interrupted her thoughts on the cruel yet inevitable march of time, which more than fate itself had doomed her kingdom. She didn't have much time to become morose, however, once she was caught in Yari's sights. "P-pardon?" It was perhaps the first time the Centurion had glimpsed fear in the Servant's eyes. 

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2652/Pain of Loss

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' After the battle in the seat of her empire, Centurion Yari Takane had to all but be ordered to take time off. She's been a mess ever since the death of her mother, taking the loss of the one real parental figure in her life hard. Thus, after setting standing orders to her troops, she's taken off to the Citadel's pleasure palace. No amount of drinking can patch the hole in her heart. She's definitely tried. It should be telling that Yari is drinking a Sprite instead of drowning herself in booze. The little area she's in is a tiny lounge, with closed off areas for privacy in enjoying time with compatriots or soaking away one's woes. Yari, feeling far too alone and vulnerable right about now, knows only one person she could possibly call and open herself up to. She dials Sanary's number. "Sanary...could we talk?" Her voice is lower than usual, and she sounds like she's been crying. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Yari? Uh. Sure. I'll be right over."      In retrospect, it probably would have made more sense to actually ask Yari where she was before heading out. Then again, there were only so many places they could meet up outside of the Dreadnaught, and they were practically becoming regulars at the Pleasure Palace at this rate. Besides, there was something odd about the woman's voice, and Sanary needed to get to... Wherever she was as soon as possible.      It didn't take long for Sanary to find Yari at the latter location, hurrying over to the Au Ra to give her a light hug in greeting: Close enough to offer comfort, but not so heavy-handed in case she needed some personal space or arm distance to punch something effectively.      "Hey, Yari. What's... Uh. What happened? Wanna talk about it or... Hit stuff?" There's a concerned tone in her voice even as she holds her hand up, possibly offering a target just in case she takes the healer up on that offer. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari doesn't hold back. Indeed, she actually clings to the other woman for a moment. She's shaking already, and from her eyes, she's definitely been crying. She lets go after a minute, managing to sit up. "I..." She gulps, and forces a glass-thin smile. "Hi Sanary." She starts. No, she won't be rude to her friend. "Hitting things won't help." Rare words from her. "Do you remember meeting the Legatus, my Mother?" Begins Yari, almost immediately choking, then forcing it down. "You cannot breathe a word of this to anyone. It is a national secret. Understood?" She sobers slightly, trying to look severe, and failing. "The man that was attacking the Emperor, Luscus, was in league with the Dravanians and Nael Darnus. He...he was the one who killed my Mother. She..." Her voice cracks, and she sobs. "She's dead. My mother's dead! And...and even killing the bastard doesn't feel like it's made a single bit of difference!" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary remains silent throughout that hug, stroking Yari's back lightly to try and offer her some small comfort. She nods once when she mentions the mother, inwardly cringing at what's likely to (and actually does) come out next after nodding again. Even with that mental preparation , though, it still doesn't prepare the healer for when Yari finally does say it.      "... O-oh. I'm... I'm so sorry, Yari. I... Uh." She's never been all that good at comforting people with her words in these types of situations. Instead, she just moves forward to embrace Yari again, an uncertain grunt escaping her every now and then as she tries to figure out what she could say that would actually help here.      "You... Did kill the guy, though. It's... Um. It's revenge for your mother and everyone else he killed? If the body's still around, we could... Ride it as a sled in a junkyard or something. Really... Descecrate it?"      She /really/ isn't good at this. At least she's got that hug going on and the back-stroking. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The physical comfort and her words, regardless of their content, at least have Yari managing to stay upright and not entirely break down on the spot. She grits her teeth, trying to shove back her pain, her tears, only to bury her head into the other woman's shoulders. She manages to pull away. "It...yes. Justice was done, but..." There's a fervent shake of her head. "The idea that a high ranked traitor tried to kill the Emperor would cause a horrible shift in the Empire's politics, and maybe even cause rebellions. No, I did the job professionally, like Mother would have wanted." She pauses, and a little pride and confidence come to her voice. She trembles a little bit less. Perhaps inadvertantly, Sanary managed at least that much. "But...but it hurts. There was so much more I wanted to do with her, to...I wanted to grow stronger and show her that people outside of Hydaelyn would make good citizens and allies!" "...I wanted her to live so that we could be proud of each other, and maybe stand as equals. We never were. That gulf of rank always separated us." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary stands firm while cradling a hand around the Au Ra's head, kissing the top of it softly for that brief moment before giving her some space again. She offers her small, sympathetic smile at noticing that hint of pride, nodding slowly a moment later.      "You did what she trained you to do. You stopped things from getting broken beyond repair, you saved a lot of people... I'm sure you made her proud." There's another pause as she considers what else to say, biting the inside of her cheek lightly before continuing.      "Rank or not, you were family. And with everything that you've done for your home? To avenge her and everyone else? That's... Better than any rank or title I can think of." She offers another sympathetic smile at that, although it's clear that she's still uncertain as to whether her intentions are coming through properly. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The presence, the little kiss, just Sanary's willingness to be with her has her slowly calming. But her words strike the woman. "You...really think so?" She starts, a little disbelieving. Yari's mother was always so dangerous, so playful...but proud? "Maybe you're right. We...we /did/ save the Emperor. And we helped keep the city safe. And got the job done." It's a sobering thought. Not quite enough to stop the sting. But a little pride comes to her. She leans back, and closes her eyes. "Sanary. I want to keep making her proud. Keep growing stronger with you, so that we can prove to her and every other Garlean that those outside of Hydaelyn are worthy allies." There's that spark, that old confidence to her slowly growing back. Then she's leaning out of the booth. "BARTENDER! BOOZE, ON THE DOUBLE!" A glorious slow, return to form. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Then, she turns back to Sanary. "...But I am on leave right now. That means we can undertake a mission of our own." She begins with utmost seriousness. The woman then starts downing booze. "Sanary Rondel, we are going to set the traitor Legatus' grave on fire and get away with it. Are you up to the task!?" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Exactly. I mean... How many higher ranking people could even say they took the guy out themselves?" Sanary grins a little more broadly at that, reassured by Yari's mood improving. There's still healing to be done and time to be taken, of course, but it's still reassuring to see the Au Ra starting to bounce back after what had just happened.      "You will. We will. We keep our training going, we keep fighting together, and we'll make sure everyone knows." She pokes her own head out as Yari calls out that order, a hand reaching up slowly to tap her chin.      "And wings, too! Really crispy ones!" It's rather fitting, given the mission Yari's just given to them. There's also an evil grin on Sanary's face as she leans back in her seat, reaching up to adjust her eyepatch next.      "Of course I am. But a mere fire's not going to enough... No. We gotta think... Bigger." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "Yeah! ...And I did it front of the Emperor, too." There's a little hero worship in her voice. That is one badass old man. Sigh. "Yes! Mother would expect nothing less. ...She would probably cut our throats in our sleep if we didn't." Somehow, Yari sounds a bit literal here. Yari's stomach growls. Her culinarian fervor rises as the booze flows. "And make sure the skin is a perfect crisp! No skimping on the spices! Internal temperature one-seventy-six! Fall off the bone good, you hear me, or do I need to come back there!?" Never serve subpar food to Yari. She tends to steal entire cooking establishments in her wrath. Blink. Slowly, Yari is grinning. "What do you have in mind, Sanary?" For the first time in a week, Yari is laughing. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "She... She would, wouldn't she?" There's still that hint of fear in Sanary's voice as she says that, glancing back out from booth once more just to make sure there wasn't anyone coming to slit their throats.      If there was one thing about the woman, it was that she really left an impression on the healer.      "B-but yeah. You did great. So... We'll just have to keep aiming higher. And speaking of higher..." Grinning again, she starts making gestures with her hands in the air, never actually saying what those shapes are. They're fairly crude, however, and definitely vulgar. "Either on top of it, or... I heard there's a long-burning spray that'll let us put it right on the stone."      Tonight was definitely going to be an interesting night. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari laughs more. Nervously. Bashfully. A 'you have no idea' laugh. "...I am but a shadow of such ruthless potential." She ends. There's actual pride in her voice. Yari Takane looks up to weird things, but given her adoptive parent, that might be excused. Yari perks up. She watches those hands. And she breaks down laughing. She can't hold it in. And knows a guy who knows a guy. "I think I know what you're talking about. Alright!" The wings arrive. Yari's digging in. "Tonight, we dine...in the pleasure palace with marginally acceptable wings and booze." Pause. "TOMORROW, GIANT FLAMING SYMBOLISM!" A very, very interesting night indeed. 

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2606/An Offer You Can Refuse

2015-10-20T19:32:57Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Even the best of soldiers sometimes need time off, and thus it is that Yari Takane has found her way to one of the towns the Confederacy has the /least/ interest in. Mitakihara ironically makes for a good place free of conflict, and Yari lavishes in it. Rather than her usual mode of dress, the semi-cool weather has allowed her to don a long coat and pants that helps her hide her tail, and a hat helps her hide her horns somewhat. The Multiverse is still an odd thing for this place, and so she does her best to accomodate. Luckily, she's gotten more looks for missing an arm than any draconic features she has. Her current perch is at a park in Mitakihara overlooking the harbor. The sun's setting over the area, couples mingle in various areas of the park, and the lizard girl is tipping a half-empty bottle of sake as she stares out and marvels in the beauty of nature and the city's architecture all at once. An idlyic time. "Should've brought Sanary..." Laments the girl, her only regret. 

:'''{{#var:615|Ineryon (615)}} has posed:''' %      Baron Valos is not one to panhandle others, yet, he operates under the presumption that those aware of their own existence, who put forth toil and sweat to preserve those existences, are those who'd dislike being removed from their ability to cognate. That said, if one is known for preferring employment over starvation, hypothermia, or other possible sources of expiration, then Ineryon feels he has the right to seek one known as Yari, in the hopes of discovering how willing the woman is to perform a task for him, with reimbursement a given, in most cases where the dark-elf asks for favors. Walking up until he is adjacent from Yari's position, facing forward, instead of at the woman directly, the drow speaks aloud, hoping to himself that the woman will respond in some coherent fashion, if her boldness encourages her to surmise she is being spoken to, by the sylvan blue-blood, who 'seemingly' calls attention to himself, if one were to put stock in that stance, rather than one lending to the notion that Ineryon is speaking aloud to help him gather his thoughts, "....Should have... thus says the one who apparently knows what one action leads to, in holistic eventuality, from what I gamble..."      He pauses,, "...versus one who might otherwise wonder if their actions, seemingly adverse in their immediacy, could indeed have valid mettle in a distant time." Tossing his head back, his bangs flapping away from his face, for a moment, in a futile gesture to remove them from Ineryon's line of sight, he remarks, raising a finger in resolute observation, ".....And by this same logic, does one make any choice, while failing to recognize that all actions taken, have some risk, due to the opportunity-cost...." The latter term, Ineryon knows about, being something of mediocre economist, even if some of his relatives would be even better equipped to bring the term into circulation than a 'layman' such as the drow who stood a few meters away from Yari, parallel to her, with an identical heading.... 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' It takes Yari a moment to realize she's being spoken to, and in such an odd manner. She suppresses a raise of a ridged draconic brow, instead taking a long pull of her drink. She feels like she's suddenly going to need it. Slowly, she turns to the man, looking mildly confused. "What are you talking about?" Comes the young soldier bluntly. Right. Sanary. "Oh! I was just talking about a friend. The harbor is beautiful at this time of day." All polite small talk, but her body is tense. This man is defnitely not from around here as well. She mentally takes stock of her bombs and knives, just in case. And then her finally starts to make sense. "I can't think of any choice without risk. Life is about minimizing those risks and finding the most efficient path to your goals, while not straying from your morals." A perfectly Garlean thing to say. She won't be rude though. "Are you from...out of town too?" 

:'''{{#var:615|Ineryon (615)}} has posed:''' %      Ineryon grunted, "Life is about whatever life is about. I wouldn't think myself in a position to declare, definitively, what the particulars would encompass.... Now, guessing at what it is about-- this is another matter entirely." Stroking his chin, the dark-elf's stare was fixated forward, not rerouting to meet with Yari's, at that very moment; he was patient, in many instances, comparatively speaking, so, prior to bothering with any emotional connections, on a moderate level, he'll forego too many pleasantries, until it's proven to be of significant value to ascertain higher measures of trust, "I cannot think of any risk without choice. If one is not compelled by their own accord, then one makes no choice, and there is no risk to be experienced, since there is nothing to be felt, to be compelled towards, so, without ability to choose, as part of a mere cog in the machine, it can be said that no risk is to be endured, in light of the fact that risk is the exposure to chance of injury or loss; if there is nothing that one can choose, even so little as risking the delving down a train of thought, should one's body be totally paralyzed, what is done is not known to that one as to be possibly detrimental to oneself."      Thinking it prudent to let this thought sink in, and catch his breath, the midnight-skinned mediator finally peers to the side of his shoulder, glimpsing at her for a fraction of a second, "The moment one exists, or is aware, and choice exists, if choice exists, becomes the moment conceptualization of reward comes into play, accompanied by penalty, ergo.... this becomes the moment when danger dawns...." Yawning a touch, the nobleman appears as though he's unimpressed by the 'obvious' sentiment Yari has hit upon, as though it could have been achieved through circular reasoning.... as evidenced by Lord Valos' circular argument, brought forth from 'obvious' reversal of the default idea that Yari had introduced. When she asks if he's from out of town, Ineryon smirks, "Before I can answer... why don't you give me a map of the legal parameters defining what is in, at the edge of, and transcending the borders of this thing you refer to as... 'town', if you'd be so charitable... Entity Yari?" It seems as though the drow has been illuminated to her name, somehow or other! 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Cue more drinking as Ineryon starts digging into a philosopher's brand of speaking. To a practical heart like Yari Takane, it all floats neatly over her head. This is a woman who deals with things she can touch and feel and understand. Philosophy is not one of her talents. "Are you some sort of traveling scholar?" Comes Yari, rather than answer his initial questions. She shrugs a bit. "So risk and reward are tied together. Alright." Finally adds Yari casually. Not the strangest conversation she's ever had, to be fair. And then he's asking for a map. She blinks, and ponders. A moment of fiddling with her armlet, making sure she's downloaded a digital one, and then starts ruffling in her coat. There's a folded map of mitakihara offered over. "Here. Looking for anything in particular?" She stiffens, however, at the mention of her name. There's more than just simple philosophy going on. But she lets her last words stand. 

:'''{{#var:615|Ineryon (615)}} has posed:'''      Philosophy, though, in the minds of some, might have been a worthwhile venture, and every bit as practical as the dollar, or gil, or gold coin.... for in Yari's own words, 'not straying from one's morals' was an accomplishment attainable, so long as one was aware of the ramifications of their actions... thus, if one bought wares manufactured in China, ultimately, by extension, one supported 'free-labor' supported by a form of slavery, which came at the expense of the sweat that was 'manufactured' by prisoners who had been jailed for the crime of merely trying to engage in peaceful protest, if they were luckier than the ones who had been in Tiananmen Square. In Yari's defense, if she had never been a slave, this could explain why to her, having never dealt in things she could 'feel and touch', might justify her lack of concern over the purchase of goods or services that perpetuated slavery in realms housing such practices, perchance, occasionally facilitated by the negotiations and lack of embargoes that The Confederacy /could/ see itself invoking, -IF- it were so inclined? So much for that thing so often cited, that went by the name of 'morality', when used by those whose banners were weaved by the starving families in the destitute villages within India, plagued by leprosy, which, despite there being a cure for, was not necessarily widely available, for absence of adequate funding!      Ineryon actually /knows/ of these things, well indeed... but has long since maintained his subscriptions to natural-selection, combined with luck.... or mayhap misfortune, when taking provisions for his view on how mercifully he viewed the world to be. "Everything that you are aware of, is tied together... for, at the very least, if you are aware of it, then, those things you are aware of are tied together through the lowest common denominator, being, certainly, the one doing the experiencing, I should say!" As to whether he was a traveling scholar, the dark-elf shrugged, "I'm less concerned with what I am, for the most part, and more concerned with what I do. I would say that I like to speculate on costs versus returns... Trying to figure out what is a worthwhile investment, which I'd put time or resources towards, in utter defiance of poor ventures. The winds of change always blow, so much as Absolute-Zero hasn't taken hold; under those circumstances, described towards the end, no movement occurs, so... there is nothing to even be acknowledged, for thought itself necessitates movement of this stimuli through some filter, into some form of information-sponge, where, hopefully, it can be dealt with even more so!"      Pivoting his body to face Yari's, the highborn darkling placed a hand upon his hip, "....I am trying to classify you properly, to figure out, firstly, if you could be useful to me, and following that, to what chore I would put you, if it were true that you could be contracted. Everyone has a price.... that is a fact. A price-tag can resemble anything from a letter filled with blackmail, detailing risks to the life of a loved one, to promises of luxury, or, some sort of emotionally-gratifying elevation.... perchance, offering someone a shot at being the center of attention, whereby rendering to one, a chance to be flattered by all those surrounding them, whether the compliments involved are genuine, or born of lipservice...."      Pressing a finger to his lip, he added something, "Oh... and please don't insult my intelligence by pretending you are not doing the same, back to me, in some.... primitive fashion. If you had felt my words had potentially zero value, whatsoever, you'd've simply wandered off without one single eyeball flickering in my direction for half of a yoctosecond, not counting how much energy you mentally diverted to think about my spiels, which consequently, elicited vocalized responses, as though the first two weren't verification enough that you're trying to profit from me-- even if profiting means avoiding a stab in the back." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari was certainly no slave, but 'economics' was a subject she only had the vaguest idea about. She knew procurement, dealing with supplies, and all those other military things...but the economics of civilians was alien to her, unless it came to simple transactions. An economist was an unwieldy disguise, anyway. His words, though, have Yari reclassifying him quickly. Either a very philosophical merchant, or an eccentric information broker. The first is just odd, the second maker her wary. She gambles on the latter, just in case. Her mouth opens, then shuts, as he starts to speak about classification. He knows her name. Does he know her affiliation? Hard to say. There's a long pause, and she's pulling more drink than she probably should. OH yes, she's going to need it tonight. "Well, you have one thing correct. I'm definitely seeing just where you might decide to betray, or simply attack me for refusing some kind of deal." Then, a shrug. She frowns. "But let me get this clear: I am not some mere mercenary. You know my name, so you should know that I am a Garlean. I am loyal to my country. So unless Emperor or Legatus desires our cooperation, I have no reason or desire to contract to you." Comes the woman bluntly, stubbornly. She's a hard person to bribe. Too much pride there. 

:'''{{#var:615|Ineryon (615)}} has posed:'''      Ineryon smirked, "So therein lies your crutch. You are devoted, wholeheartedly, to this 'Emperor' character... or Legatus, unless I'm being misled. This is what you treasure..... In conjunction with mere rumors going around about Garleans, and your own admission, beyond a hesitance towards taking so much as a half of a minute to listen to my pitch, you've pronounced your unwavering terms." Bobbing his head back and forth, the dark-elf begins to pace, "...A bit of shuffling here and there.... tweaking with some statistical data.... bribing the appropriate public-relations folks, even the most devout apostles might be viewed by the un-endlessly forgiving messiah that a Judas could exist amidst the ranks of the holy sect of the apostles..."      He looks backwards, over his shoulder, at Yari, as he 'hypothesizes' out-loud, without any concrete evidence to validate much, "....By the same token, public opinion, should any monarch of a great empire expanding beyond the horizons which he may physically be able to account for, be inclined to read newspaper articles to keep himself properly informed, in turn, delegating tasks to his accountants in his think-tank, could serve to 'improve' the station of a person who is eager to please. I mean... being true to ourselves, which nations exist in this nexus of worlds which incorporate 'innocent until proven guilty', in number, weighed against the amount of nations that are not into such civil liberties?" He cackles, "Oh... but -YOU- would know all about civil liberties, and that type of thing, not that you are an ignoramous like some mercenaries.... the bottom line is, I know some /precise/ things you desire, and you only know the /general/ scope of what I crave, which I think is a problem, is it not?... This is all hypothetical, mind you-- so long as we are not competing, what difference does it make if you wield a knife, and I, a sword?"      Sighing the 'investor' pulls a card out of a satchel, and keeps it pinched between both his index finger, as well as middle, "....But like I said. Right now... nothing is in contest. As we stand upwind, I smell no scent that should hint at a carcass being in the other direction, over which we might want to.... discuss our respective entitlements to said plunder. If it were not /transparent/ by now, you should feel -somewhat- flattered, to know that I am here, speaking to you, instead of some incompetent wretch, that surely echoes unspoken volumes for how valuable I must have perceived your talents to be, in your field of specialization. Going beyond that, by extension, as a representative of your nation, you are receiving me in an 'informal conference', where your diplomacy could earn /YOUR/ nation an enemy, or an ally. The question I would like you to ruminate upon, if you have the mind to do so, revolves around the matter of how useful allies can be to your organization, in this /incredibly/ vast multiverse, composed of folks who may not care one whim for your emperor, as well as thinking on the notion of how useful you believe someone such as I might be. No advanced computations necessary. No lifelong commitments requested. Just a 'ballpark estimate' on /your/ perception of how formidable I am, if I were to be placed, on either side of the chess-board." He grins in a very subtle way, "...Is that a reasonable request? For me to ask you to, make an attempt to evaluate my net worth?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari is mostly silent. He speaks of so many things. Her nation. Worth. The Emperor. It's all politics. Yari Takane is a knife in the dark, a scout in the Legion, someone who takes orders and performs. Not an unthinking weapon, but one that is yet a weapon by trade. A tiny shake of the head, and she finishes her drink, tossing it deftly into a reclycling bin. "I am not a diplomat. I do not have the authority to make alliances. I am a soldier. I take orders, and perform them. Only through my allies do I take anything even close to mercenary work." She shrugs. "But it sounds like to me you are approaching Yari Takane, not Centurion Takane, in her work. The answer is the same, but here, I will say this: the Legion, my Emperor, and my Legatus long ago earned my trust. You? You have not even offered your name. I do not trust you, no matter whoever you might represent. So tell me that, or walk away. I will not negotiate without that information." Another shrug. "Useful. But allies on that scale are not my place. I am not a Legatus even. Just a Centurion, a small part of a whole. Nothing less, nothing more. I follow orders." That much, an honest evaluation costs her nothing. She looks him up and down. "Well, that much isn't a problem. Strong build. Maybe amongst the Eorzean's lands in origin if your race is any indication...asumming you're not from beyond Hydaelyn. Probably capable in a fight, given the tone in your flesh. Given to philosophy and pondering, so likely intelligent and perhaps with knowledge of battlefield tactics. Other than that? I can't guess without seeing you in action." 

:'''{{#var:615|Ineryon (615)}} has posed:'''      Tapping the side of his satchel, and putting his card away, Ineryon smiles faintly, "Ah... but... If Centaurion Takane is employed by her employer, which is the one to whom she is employed because Yari Takane's moral convictions, how is it that you can claim I can ask one entity a question, which does not at all pertain to the other? How is it that I can say the apple is not of the tree, and the tree not lent to the apple? Do you have any idea how logically contradictory that is? Have you seen a Venn Diagram in your entire life? You say you can make a decision with your sword to slay in your emperor's name, but you have no idea who you slay, or why, other than the fact that it is because some person points a finger in some random direction to have you do what they will?" He snorts, "More importantly... you may /THINK/ you are loyal to your emperor, but that does not mean he will necessarily reciprocate, unless, you believe that he trusts you as much as you trust him, and that he is worth as much to you, as you are to he?"      Shrugging, the nobleman grunts, "...And you you go, whining about what cause have you to trust me, when I've not given you a name, yet my business card was pressed between my forefingers two seconds prior.... You're quite the observant one, aren't you? I can see what kind of lot your emperor has hired to guard his flank!" Shaking his head, Lord Valos inquired, "....But, back to your question. How much should you trust me, and why.... I counter that question. I counter by asking you, when it is that I /clearly/ stated that you -should- trust me, when the very BEGINNING COMMENT I made to you, when approaching, at the start of all this, was to question whether or not the institution of 'shoulds' and 'oughts' were valid ones, and no less, I counter by asking if you should trust me at all.... or is it true that I asked you to consider, what you think my value is, on the chess-board? If you can tell me when I /encouraged/ you to trust me, then you can give me the EXACT QUOTE, or else I'll hear no more of your borderline-accusatory suppositions about the nature of my integrity, you mindless, driveling excuse for cannon-fodder! I see what you are... all brawn and no brains. No more than an elite mercenary with a few extra badges to make you feel like you're special, or part of some team who is dedicated to a greater cause, or some tripe that bought you the minute they started socializing you, within the society where you were begot, meager instants after you were indoctrinated by whatever books you were actually capable of deciphering." If she can take a few physical blows, hopefully her ego could survive a few psychological ones, irreverent of her /desire/ to analyze their credibility.      Turning on his heel, he starts down the road, "If you think every single action, and word you choose, when you interact with any other form of life, does not bespeak those with whom you are associated, to even the most microscopic of degrees, then I ask you if you can absolve the actions of the German soldiers, one hundred percent, in the 1940s in the many of Earths to be found contained within the nexus of the Multiverse. To say a soldier for the dictator who endorsed genocide, and that your dictator's actions do not reflect, upon you, and yours, not upon them, despite your choices in life, that led you to further their cause, whether to put bread on the table, or otherwise, then you are only fooling yourself, and those within your circle of the aforementioned group-think! Go on, and claim innocence because you're simply doing your job, then.... and claim innocence when the surviving family-members of the casualties of war ask why you chose to work under that dictator, while you're at it!" Promptly, Ineryon will walk off, unless halted. Yes. He -DID- just compare her mentality to that of a n@z!.... 

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2523/Visiting Honnoji

2015-10-20T19:30:40Z

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:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      It had been quite some time since Sanary's last visit to Honnouji back when the Natural's Election was taking place. Although she didn't really do much at the time, there was plenty to see and hear from all the fighters gathered in one place to stop the rampaging... What's her name. The strangely dressed one with the red thing in her hair.      "It's gotta be. I think fighting's just a regular thing that happens here even more than at Alexander." Sanary chuckles as she walks alongside the Au Ra, dressed in significantly more casual garb consisting of her usual white coat over a t-shirt and... Dress slacks?      Okay, so she's getting a little better at being presentable. "I'd be surprised if it wasn't, honestly. Still, just makes it more interesting." 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' It may be hoped that Yari took the cable-car, the one the no-stars are barred from, to get up to the School. Otherwise it would be /quite/ the long walk. Yet one of the many courtyards are arrived to by Yari, as she reaches it and glances about. The rumors of students attacking other students is complete truth - but it would not happen where Yari currently is, as her question is answered with a sudden eruption of sound - four specific women in chairs, one for each, with instruments in hand. At the front, a very small and pink girl. It's not just sound, though. The girl with a tuba does play, and something of a shockwave ripples through the air, following the small pink girl's wave of her baton, pointing it towards Sanary as she whips around. A one nameless student with a one star uniform crashes backwards from behind, away from Sanary and Yari, the air rippling besides them. "Alright girls, relieve that one of his uniform~. We can't have any sour notes that don't follow one of the major rules here, can we? Guests are off limits." Unless Satsuki claims they are fair game. Not that Sanary and Yari couldn't handle themselves. The four begin to cheerfully carry him off. "-Didn't expect to see you two here though~. An unexpected duet, as well. Been here long?" She asks, after all - she was just practicing! They could have been there for a while. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari tries to not roll her eyes a little at Sanary. She's getting better. Now all they need is a collared shirt, a belt, and maybe a vest. The woman ponders that for a moment, before the other woman brings her back to reality. In the space that it takes the student to dare to try to assault herself and Sanary, there's a kunai in Yari's tail. She's two-thirds the way through hand-seals, before the poor student is sent flying from a blast of concussive air as directed by the diminutive figure of Nonon Jakuzure. Only when she's certain that the student isn't getting back up, does that kunai dissappear back into her dress. It takes her a moment to recognize the voice. "Miss Jakuzure, glory and honor, Ma'am!" The Garlean scout snaps to a salute over the chest, pausing for a moment, and then settlign into an at-ease position with one hand behind her back. "Are these sorts of disciplinary problems common?" She comes curiously. "Ah, meet Sanary Rondel, if you have yet to. A strong warrior, healer, and..." She trails off. There's a warm smile here, then she focuses on the girl and her compatriots. "Only a few minutes. That skyrail was a very interesting piece of technology, if lacking in magitek. Practicing for a performance?" She indicates the other (oddly similar looking) girls. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      That's what Sanary was forgetting! That bell of hers. She'd have to bring that in her next visit, but... That would have to wait until next time. Glancing back at the one-star student with a raised eyebrow, she lets out something vaguely similar to a whistle (but not quite) before turning back to the pink girl and her entourage with a hearty laugh.      "Hey, Nonon. Good to see you're on point with security. Ladies." The one-eyed girl brings her hand up in a quick salute to match Yari's. She manages to keep a calm appearance, at least, even though she really hadn't noticed that student coming until after Yari had started making seals and Nonon blew him away.      Definitely needs to work on her awareness more.      "Ah, we met already. At this one... Wubstep? Angry noise club." She chuckles lightly scratches her cheek at Yari's trailing off, grinning a little dumbly at the implications of that. "How're things going around here? You're looking decked out in... Music stuff."      Really need to bring that bell next time. 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' "Oh, not at all~." Nonon exclaims, as the students that were in her small practice session grab a limb each and begin to haul him off. "Infact, this student is going to meet the reason why it's so infrequent~! Say hello to Froggy for me." She sing-songs, turning to the student now in a sudden panic as the mostly alike girls begin to haul him off. There are pleas for mercy. There is no such thing in Honnoujin. Especially not from Gamagoori. Bowing to Yari is only right, because she is a visitor, a guest. "Lady Takane~, Sanary." She answers, raising herself up again. Still quite smaller than the rest, Nonon doesn't quite go as far to salute. It is home turf, after all, and she's allowed to play it up a bit. "It wasn't so bad, actually. The music was terrible... however the events really salvaged it." She claims, smiling to Sanary, knowingly. Yep. Not helping implications. Crossing her arms, Nonon's grin spreads, "Magitek? Yeah, and the view's not bad in it either." Nonon remarks, lacking an interest in 'technology'. That was the dog's bone. "Hmm?" Her head tilts, peering at the tail with a kunai in it, peeking to the side. "Looks like you were ready for it, at least~ - and of course!" She remarks, twirling the baton idly, head hooking slightly to the side, "There's a few events that are coming up and have to give the top talent some extra lessons~. Things are kinda normal though since the elections." She responds to Sanary, "Mm? This is my normal clothing here~. I'm always like this." She explains, grinning. Three stars on her hat gleaming. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's brow rises a bit. "Wub...step?" She is clearly unfamiliar with this style of music. There's a glance at the pleading student as they're dragged off. There's a sigh. "Atrocious. A Garlean Soldier bawling like that would be flogged." Scowl! Clearly this doesn't meet well with Yari's sensibilities. Piggybacking on Sanary's words, she adds in, "Do you specialize in any music, Miss Jakuzure? I can play an instrument or two, mostly traditional Au'Ran ones. Perhaps we could swap music." She should have thought of taking her instrument with her! At least she's lightened up a little, though still stiff and military and formal. But her flicking tail is a dead giveaway to Sanary. Yari blushes a bit at the 'Lady' bit. "A...Please, Centurion Takane, or Yari if you'd prefer. I am no blue blood." Thankfully, Garlean society is much like Honnoji's in a way. "Mmm, it seems I keep missing the interesting events. I should attend some of your events. Are guests allowed to participate?" Her eyes light up a little. "...And is there a cooking contest?" Hope blossoms in dragon-y eyes. As for Magitek, she raises her armlet. With a flick of a thumb, a green holographic display pops up. This one happens to be a multiversal news feed. "Technology powered by magic. In this case, Ceruleum ran." She explains briefly before cutting the feed. "A Garlean soldier is prepared at all times for any contingency. Just because we are off duty, does not mean we do not continue to serve country and Emperor." A completely rote speech, but one filled with real enthusiasm and patriotism. Then Yari leans in. "Armored?" She asks. Indicating the clothes. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Good discipline, eh? Good to know." Sanary chuckles lightly and rubs the back of her head, glancing back at that student again and the panic in his face before sighing. "Really don't get what his plan even was... Eh."      Shrugging lightly, she turns back to Nonon with a knowing grin as well. "Fun night. Aside from the... Hearing part. Would've been more fun if my arms weren't screwy, but..." There's another shrug. She glances between Yari and Nonon when the former asks about music, a thoughtful hum crossing her face. "Hey, if you're doing something with music? I'll bring the bell. I can do loud things with it."      It's music to someone, right?      Thinking back on the skyrail, the healer smirks again and nods in agreement with the two while watching that news feed for the brief moment it's up. "Definitely better than flying. /Anything's/ better than flying. Don't know how you two do it so easily..." She laughs again out of habit, already starting to freak out slash sound extremely calm while doing so. She does settle down soon enough, at least, and looks Nonon over again before focusing on her hat.      "So those stars... That's part of a uniform or something?" She gestures at her own head to demonstrate, then glances back at where the student was. "Noticed he had one on his shirt, too... And just about everyone else up here, actually." She sounds rather curious about the whole thing, checking her own coat just to see if there's anything vaguely star-shaped on them. Nope. Just a bird. 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' "He's going to be." She claims, flatly, to Yari. "Do you think he'd get away with something like this?~" She almost cheerfully notes, afterwards. "First, Froggy will probably give him a thousand lashes... and then he'll be reduced to a no-star student again. Of course, he wanted it to be a two-star student coming up the stairs. He leapt without looking, that's his problem." She remarks, smirking. At which point his entire family will be moved to the slums. At least he wasn't expelled. It is worse. Somehow. "Specialize? Well, I /am/ specialized in music." She touts herself, chest puffing up - not that they'd notice much - "All kinds, actually." She adds. Some just happen to be better than others, and the classics are the ones that she enjoys the most. Nonon hates stiff military, but there are times that it calls for it. Thankfully, this is not one of them. "Yari it is then~. Just call me Nonon, in return." She adds, hand at her hip as she leans a certain way, twisting the baton adsently in the other direction. "Oh~! Of course, but you might have to wear a uniform for school spirit~." That may just be a joke. It couldn't hurt, however. She leans towards Sanary, "It was, wasn't it?" She agrees, smirking. "No way though! Flying is way better than being stuck on the ground, and sometimes you need to see things more than just equal with someone else." She relays to Sanary. "Well, there /is/ a cooking club. I'm sure I could set one up for you, too. A contest to see who can create something that really has some kick to it? Well, it couldn't hurt." Nonon adds, "I am the Non-Athletic Club Chairwoman, here, so you've found the right person." She touts, looking out over the main 'courtyard', the exspanse in the middle of nothing. "Making it should be a free-for-all, last one standing~." It's never normal, though. It wouldn't possibly be. "Tech... powered by magic?" She thinks about it for a moment, but shrugs, flatly. "So magic on magic?" She understands it about the same! "I'll have to give you credit for t-" And then Yari leans in, "-hat. Yep." She answers, low-key like, "But not really active." Sanary asks a little more. She turns about, taking the hat off and displaying the three stars. "Ranking, actually. No star students around here are the bottom of the barrel, where one stars are club members, two stars are club chairpersons and three stars... well, there's about five right now~. Lady Satsuki is obviously above us." A grin crosses her lips, "They also determine where you live and just how strong the uniform is." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari winces a little bit. "...Just make sure it doesn't hurt any of the students, Sanary." She's seen that bell in action. It's not always pretty! Between Nonon and Sanary, Yari gets a pretty good idea. "Ah. So they intended to assassinate a fellow student. ...How very violent, but it weeds out the weak I suppose." Even Garleans aren't quite that evil, usually. Then again, they can't afford to lose soldiers meaninglessly. Yari reaches over, and ruffles Sanary's head. "When you spend hours aboard an airship, you get used to it. I was airsick for three days during my first deployment." Shudder. Bad times. Yari stands, and gives a slow nod of approval. "I should meet this 'Mister Froggy'. I may well learn a thing or two about keeping discipline among my own unit. Mmm, should've brought some of them." She laments lightly. Yari seems to look a little lost at 'Just call me Nonon'. She snaps a salute. "Of course, Ma...ah, Nonon." The sound that Yari makes is nothing less than a squeal of delight. She visibly perks up and gains a bit of something other than strict military bearing. "I will not turn down this challenge! Garlean cuisine shall best any here amongst Honnouji! Your tongue shall be delighted beyond measure!" Comes Yari with real life in her voice. Then she settles down again. "Th...that is, I would appreciate it. I will have myself fitted for a uniform." Then Yari's observing. "Interesting. I understand that they enhance one's combat abilities?" It seems she read Nonon's initial report. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "It'll be fine. It only blows stuff up if I put magic into it." Laughing lightly, Sanary rubs her forehead for a moment before shaking it quickly. "And only if I shake it. Definitely... Not trying that again." She shivers briefly, recalling that one incident in the Field of Trials. Thankfully, it wasn't outside of there, but... Damn.      Should she ask? She wants to. but... Nah. She'd probably forget who Froggy was without a face to go with the name, anyway. No, Sanary just focuses her efforts on listening to Nonon's explanation about the stars. "Well, I guess it's not so bad if we got mistaken for two-stars, then." She shudders at the mere thought of being on an airship again, though, still manage a light grin even with the unpleasant thoughts. "Nn... Y-yeah, I'll stick to the ground if I can. Or practice with... Something."      Her gaze wanders around a bit while her mind focuses on comprehending how the school works. Trial by combat? Maybe. With Nonon as the Non-Athletic Club Chairwoman, that had to mean the one in charge of the Atheletic Club was even stronger. Which really just meant...      "... Earning your ranks with power. I like that." Still grinning slightly, the healer raises an eyebrow at the notion of uniforms before turning to Yari. "Count me in. We'd probably look pretty good in those uniforms, anyway. Even if we... Uh. Aren't in any clubs or whatever."      Minor detail.      "Getting these uniforms, though... Would we /have/ to be in a club for that, or is it something we can earn by just beating the right person at something?" 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' The bell!? "Let her, it'll be a learning experience~. If they get hurt, that's their fault." Nonon remarks to Yari, smiling to her. Student safety is among the very bottom of things that Honnouji cares about. "Oh, no, now you've got to." She exclaims, pointing at Sanary! "If it's a big deal, then I'll want to see its results!" Results? At the very top. "Maybe not assassinate, but their life sure would be~. Going back to the slums isn't a joke, and your entire family is dependent on your success. It's a bit of motivation~." She adds. It's not a meaningless loss to Honnouji either, but Nonon isn't one to /say/ anything about the Plan. Not at all. That is Satsuki's entire affair. "Well, he prefers to be called Ira Gamagoori." Nonon states to Yari. "You can't miss him." Which is true, actually. Rumors say if you look close, you can always see Gamagoori - he will be the largest object present. Still, Nonon shrugs, "Well, if you want. You met me, but I guess the others are worth meeting~." Lady Satsuki of course being not among those 'maybes'. She is a definite. "Two or three, they don't look like all the rest here. You were an outsider or a two star to them~ - and well, Sanary, you can ride me next time. If you're up for it." She smirks, seeing Sanary's aversion - and taking it in. She means in the air. IN THE AIR. Yari's absolute switch over causes Nonon to pause, blinking even. "...Yeaaah now I'll definitely have to pitch it to Satsuki. The Culinary club might try to take you on directly~." It would be a knock down drag out fight, at least! "I can't say, myself. Lady Satsuki makes those decisions... but you're definitely welcome to reach out. While I know Lady Satsuki the best, I still cannot speak for her~." Grasping her skirt a bit and twirling slightly, Nonon huffs up again - if she had a chest, it'd be puffed with pride. "Mhmm. The more stars, the more specialized they are~. I'm sure you'd look great, but two stars and three stars... well, they're usually club specific, and individual specific. You might have to talk to the Sewing Club chairman about that. Though it's possible yari could /always/ being the Culinary club chairwoman with that kind of fire in her belly."~ She snarks. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Nonon's reaction to Sanary's initial words gets another raised brow. So violent, these students. She can actually respect that. "I see this school never gets boring. It would've been interesting to have gone here." Not that she ever went to a school, technically. "It's honestly good to hear that there really /are/ societies that aren't barbaric. Nonon Jakuzure, you would have made a fine Garlean." That, perhaps, is the highest form of compliment Yari could ever give. Yari considers, and nods to Sanary. "My duties to the Legion come first, of course, but we could consider this training if this Culinary Club is as powerful and willing to strike. Besides, I'd be tarnishing my Legion's honor if I refused a challenge like that. Let Miss Kiryuin know, please, with my regards." "Interesting. I believe I heard him on the radio once." She visibly winces, rubbing her horns and ears. "That settles it. I take it guests are free to engage these chairmen at will? With the usual restrictions against fighting guests lifted, of course." There's that kunai again. Seems she's wanting to take them on even without a uniform. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "I'll be gentle with 'em. Besides, I can always heal whatever damage I do to the others afterwards. Toughen 'em up a bit." Another light-hearted laugh escapes the healer. Sure, safety is generally a big concern for her, but even students need to learn how to deal with getting hurt! Especially if they're attending a place like this.      "Definitely some good motivation right there. Kinda sucks for the really weak ones, but..." She pauses for a moment, her expression actually looking serious for a moment. "... They'll work their way back up somehow. Either they succeed, or they'll just keep being weak and fail again."      Grunting lightly in approval, Sanary's mood quickly lifts itself back up at the vaguely familiar name. "Ohh... That's the really huge guy in the bond-uh... Whipping... Suit, right?" She bites back a snicker at the recommendation to ride WITH Nonon next time. "Y-yeah, that sounds... Nn. Maybe I'll get used to it if I just keep trying it."      The talk of cooking and fighting competitions seems to be a more comfortable topic for Sanary, at least, since she actually grins again without any semblance of fear or anger. "I dunno if we'll stand a chance again any of the Chairs in cooking or in fighting, but it'll be an interesting learning experience either way." She pauses for a moment, then nods with fierce determination!      ".. Know what? I want to fight Satsuki one day. Weird... Suit and all." 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' "It certainly has been interesting." Nonon explains, stretching out a little and sitting on the edge of the side where they all stand. She's safe, she can fly. It's totally fine. "This is the first year with every year filled, so this will be an exciting year~." She notes, kicking her legs a bit. "Would I?" She asks, twisting around to look up at Yari, hands at the sides beside her. "Well, thank you. I probably would have made a fine many things, but I don't imagine I'd be happiest anywhere else, especially under Lady Satsuki, as I am." Phrasing. Flatly, Nonon states, "Yeah, that's him alright." You can potentially already hear him yelling at that other student, echoing through the halls. "I'll tell her I'm adding an event, she'll trust me." Comes a statement from Nonon, "Buuut you probably should wait so I can make it completely official~." To answer Yari's questions! To Sanary though, she shrugs. "Well, if you want to. They're expected to recognize the danger they're in. Every lesson is important, not just how to take more hits. If so, then that'd be the focus of Honnoujin." She continues. Yet there is a pause when Sanary says how it sucks for the weak students. Nonon's voice goes flat, "We don't really need the weak. The ones that cannot make it to school, who ditch, who are late, suffer increasing penalties until they are expelled. We don't care about them anymore when that happens." 1000 cannon-ball serves to the face, for example, is a fitting late-penalty. She does not state it though. "Honnouji is a place for only the best~." She cheerfully adds, to Sanary, grinning. "Yep! And you'll have to be on top when you ride me, there's only enough room for me on the front of the Uniform. Usually I'd reserve it just for Lady Satsuki, but I might make an exception." It's unlikely though that Yari or Sanary wouldn't best the two stars - they may try, though! If Ryuko could take a few out in one go... "Weird?" She almost recoils, "No, the transfer student's one is weird, Lady Satsuki's is beautiful." She corrects, "That's pretty lofty, though~. I don't think I could stand against her, even if I gave everything." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari, for her part, just slowly /looks/ at Sanary. She's silent. Staring. /Confused/. "....Eh?" She grunts incredulously, trying to not imagine this too hard. Nonon might want to save poor Yari. Distractions! Yari hmph's! "A strong arm such as yours, and my own burning Garlean culinary spirit will overcome any mere student! My blood is the iron of my home, and my palette beyond any mere human's!" A pumped fist. OH yes, Yari is pumped up here. The last bit has Yari beaming with pride at Sanary. Even from here, Yari is wincing from that yelling. /Ow/. Sigh. "Alright, then, I will wait for something official. Well, I'll still give them my regards, anyway. Respecting one's enemies is important, they give us strength." And by 'regards', she likely means a few kunai to various extremities. Luckily for all involved, Yari doesn't say a darn thing about Nonon's choice of grammar. Ahem! "Is this natural flight, or do you use a vehicle?" Convenient conversation turn! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      That phrasing doesn't go unnoticed, if Sanary's muffled snickering is anything to go by. She's getting better at hiding it, but that's not really saying much with how obvious it is she's biting the inside of her lips. She gives Yari an apologetic look, although it's clear she's having trouble maintaining her composure and resisting the urge to explain it to the poor Au Ra.      At least she isn't shaking any more.      "Yeah, I'll bring my bell whenever you two want to try the music thing. Although.. Uh." She clears her throat awkwardly. "I'm not really... Good at it? I mean, I just use the bell to fight more than anything else. And the horn is... Also for fighting. But I'll try learning it!"      If only enthusiasm was enough to make up for a complete lack of musical talent. Or talent at all, really, once the topic of weak students is brought up again. "Exactly. We didn't get here because we gave up at the hard things." She pounds a fist into her palm. "No, we just took it hard and gave it back even harder!"      And then more snickering. That was supposed to be serious, but she can't help it! By the time Nonon mentions being on top, the healer turns around and takes a few steps back just to breathe slowly before returning with a calm look on her face again. Thankfully, Yari's not making it any worse for the one-eyed girl, and the shift towards flight is...      Well, it's better than stifled giggling the whole time. 

:'''{{#var:805|Nonon Jakuzure (805)}} has posed:''' Confusing though Sanary may be at times, Nonon cannot save you, Yari. Especially not from bondage Gamagoori. No one can save you from that. "I can't wait to taste it firsthand then." She remarks to Yari, smirking. It'll definitely be tasty - if there is anything left after the cooking climax. It could really be a very interesting event! "Feel free~." She adds to Yari, "That's up to them how they want to respond until then." Though the regards is nice. Vehicle or natural? It might be a bit of a game with what she is saying to Sanary, though she nods. "Bring it anyways? Not everyone is going to be great at everything." She stakes, shrugging. Nonon buries her face in her hands for a sect, before stating something. "That one was kind of bare, wasn't it Sanary?" She snickers, "You just left it out there, naked." She grabs an edge of the uniform and pulls. "This, this is how I fly actually~." She answers simply. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Hands go to her hips. "Then you will taste it all, by force if I must! Hmm...bannana marangue...Garlean Garlic Cream Pie...you shall be stuffed, Nonon!" Truly, the girl sure can rub off on people in a short amount of time. Mmm! "Sanary is correct! We take our poundings and lumps with pride!" But then she gets the 'okay'. Saluting, it seems that Yari is off for now! There are, minutes later, sounds of a fight coming from the general location of a kitchen. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "That's the plan. If that Gamgoog... Froggy guy is a sign, then it shouldn't be too hard to fit the horn in." Sanary chuckles lightly again and crosses her arms behind her head. She can't improve without learning from her betters, after all! Nonon's reaction does draw another bout of snickering from the healer after a bit, though, and she has to turn around again to take another moment to calm herself.      And then Yari joins right in, and that's pretty much it for Sanary. After a long bout of howling laughter rivaling a dragon in volume, she finally turns back around to the two. "Oh... Oh geez. Y-yeah. We'll.. Next time. We'll do that stuff." She glances over at Yari as the Au Ra starts to leave, then offers Nonon another quick salute before running after Yari.      "Be safe, Nonon. Ah.. Wait up!" Someone's gotta take care of those injuries. 

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2401/Vacation at Costa Del Sol

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' The sun was shining brightly over the beautiful white sands of Costa Del Sol. The waves were crashing in and even on this summer day, the breeze was keeping it refreshingly cool with the smell of the sea. Over on the Castrum side a few of the XIV Legion were on break and enjoying the sun. A few even playing beach volley ball which they seen take place somewhere on the Multiverse. For Yari and Sanary though, they were to meet someone special here today and meet them over at a stone and wooden structure with a self service bar and a waterfall running down the rocks not far from the location feeding a stream heading out to the ocean. Thankfully this location was also in its closed off area, so the Eorzeans don't have to deal with the Garleans on this side of the beach. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary was tense, to say the least. She was dressed in her finest/only suit, a dark purple affair consisting of a suit jacket, matching pants, a vest underneath, and even a vest and tie under the suit to complete the ensemble. Her hair was cleaner than usual, having been recently washed and tied back into a tight knot without the usual canary decoration, and her combat gear was nowhere to be seen.      Needless to say, she looks completely out of place here with all the vacationers not too far away from the meeting place. She's here a little earlier than she would normally be for a meeting, and she's even washed her eyepatch! There's got to be a good reason for all of this, right?      It's just a matter of actually getting everything together now. And not making a fool of herself. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari might be part lizard, but she /loves/ the beach. Particular one populated by her fellow Garleans, rather than the Eorzean scum not all that far away. But she has other things to worry about, as Yari leads the other girl towards the bar in question. Similarly, Yari has dressed herself up for the occasion. With Sanary going for that wonderful purple suit, the Centurion has chosen a matching silken purple dress. It's another one-strap affair like her red one, but a little looser at the hips and more flowing in the sea breeze. She's worn /heels/ here, and even the ninja is having some trouble with them. Thankfully she has backup sandals in a bag with her. Her hair, rather than the usual pigtails, has been tied back and braided. Both have really gone all out! Yari sneaks a smooch and squeeze to Sanary. "Don't be nervous. It will go well." Then, to the bar! "Give me an Angry Legatus, on ice. Make it a double!" 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' Drinks come and it takes a bit. However it wont be long till a woman can be seen walking toward them, only thing is-- where they are dressed in their best, she is far from it. The woman has her hair slightly down which hangs on her shoulders. A deep green bikini top, with bikini bottoms and a veil-like skirt sash around her waist. The woman had a few scars on her body, but over all she had beautiful body that could fit any gymnast, and there was sandals on he feet. Age had not found her at all, because she looked far younger then in her 50s and that oval 'gem' could be seen in the center of her forehead. She comes up silently on the two and her thin fingers trace along the edges of their chairs before she leans in between the two of them with a smile on her face. "My my. Are you two so nicely dressed for such an occasion. Lord Van Baelsar said you were nervous, but never thought my dear Takane would be so concerned to impress." Without a moment of rest, the woman steps back, placer her hand under her chin. "You," She says with a slight motion of her other hand resting at her below, pointing to Sanary. The voice becoming more of a predator, but still gentle. "Let me see stand straight and center." This was indeed Yari's 'mother'. Lady Isaura Van Vitulus of the IX Legion. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary nearly jumps out of her skin at Yari's sudden arrival, eventually relaxing and giving her a peck in return. "H-hey, Yari. I hope so. This.. Uh. I've read of some real crazy stuff happening with this type of thing before, so..."      Breathe. She needs to remember to breathe. Sanary closes her eye to take a deep breath of the fresh sea air before reopening it and smiling lightly. It's still incredibly tense and awkward, but it's... Better than before? And once they reach the bar... "Milk tea and apple syrup."      She's developing her own taste now! She doesn't have much time to enjoy it or even see the bartender's reaction to that strange order before her attention is drawn to the voice behind her, however, and any hint of ease in her expression goes right out the window when the healer sits straight up.      So this is Yari's mother. Truly an intimidating presence! Still, this is what Sanary had been preparing for. In one smooth motion, she rises from her seat and steps away from it, then offers the woman a bow at her waist not unlike that of a proper gentleman. "Yes, ma'am. It's an honor to meet you. Sanary Rondel, at your service."      She sounds calm, and it's clear she's practiced that line several times. Even her posture is good! If only she wasn't sweating bullets and if all the tension from the rest of her body hadn't concentrated itself in her jaw. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Siiip. Yari briefly looks to Sanary's order. A smirk. "My little Sanary is growing up~." She teases lightly, just before fingers crawl about their seats and the young ninjette lets out an utterly girly little squeak of surprise. Even now, her mother has decades of skill and experience on her, enough that she's outright blushing at being snuck up on. To her credit, she's forced to hide away a kunai she's kept on her person. Even here, assassination is a threat. Then she's standing, and saluting. "Lady van Vitulus! Thank you for meeting us here!" Comes Yari, formal, but with an uncharacteristic nervousness to her voice. Though she doesn't show it as much as Sanary, she too has her heart hammering in her chest. Worst of all, she /knows/ her mother knows. Awkward. And doesn't even go to at-ease as it's Sanary's turn to get looked over. Eyes run from Sanary, to the Legatus, and back. There's a little pride in her look to Sanary though! Nervous or not, she's killing the attitude and posture! "Mmm! I...well, some customs in the Multiverse require it. Besides, I wanted to match Sanary's efforts. I will not become a burdensome partner!" She ends with characteristic feeling. Au Ra or not, she's a Garlean through and through. Ahem. "You look well, Lady van Vitilus." There's the tiniest injection of warmth there. She can't so openly speak, but it's the subtle banter she's used to around the woman. Yari already looks more relaxed than she has in an age, despite concerns. 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' The woman's eyes were like swords as they stare directly at Sanary. There may been a moment of silence, perhaps to long for anyone' comfort, unless you were just use to how this Legatus operated. With a quiet, ghostly step she started to gently walk around Sanary, never changing her posture or her gaze. Like a shark slowly swimming around its unexpected prey. "Sanary," Those words roll off her tongue gently. "Rondel." The last name much sharper however. Eventually Isaura comes to halt in front of Sanary once more. Those eyes never seeming to lose their focus or place. She then lowers her arms and reaches out with her hand, unless Sanary moves away, those fingers will gently take hold of the young lady, and try to move her head side to side under the critical eye. For Yari-- this is probably common. For Sanary, well, this is probably very odd. "Are you sure this is the specimen you desire to be with, Takane? She seems very... feeble, but promising. Though I do admit," Her hand at last moves away with gentle slide of the finger before turning to face Yari, "I would have hoped you brought home something with a bit more... package." Van Vitulus then shrugs gently. "Oh well, who am I to speak of choices of bedside manners." She then walks over to Yari and paces around her as well, before reaching over to fix the collar just slightly. "Why thank you Centurion. A compliment is always good to have at a lady of my age and it seems Lord Van Baelsar has been taking very good care of you. Your horns actually don't look damper and your scales are starting to get a proper shine." There was a soft smile, a motherly smile even in her eyes, before she lets out a gentle sigh. The child she has raised was indeed becoming a woman. A fine one at that. "Please resit and enjoy your drinks. Let us talk." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      At least Yari looks about as tense as Sanary's feeling. It's a small relief, although it's definitely not evident on the healer's face as Van Vitulus looks her over. Despite every fiber of her being telling her to watch the woman, however, weeks of training in combat, tactics, and handling nearly-dead people are all that's keeping her focused and facing wherever Isaura's hands will aim her.      Being called feeble isn't really doing her self-esteem many favors, though, and she does shrink juuust a bit at that. It's not enough to break her out of her semi-disciplined stance, however! What does is...      "P... Package?" There's a muffled snort at first, potentially mistaken as the wind or someone else from further away. It's much harder to hide when she just starts snickering, though, eventually covering her mouth with her hand and shaking her head slowly. "I... I definitely don't have one of those. Would probably notice if I did."      Her jaw isn't clenched any more, at least! Nodding to the Legatus before taking a seat, a great deal of the tension in Sanary's face seems to be gone. Granted, it's a lot easier to disperse it everywhere else while sitting, and she's still looking a little stiff. "Thanks-er. Thnak you for coming out here to meet us today. I-uh. I'm a healer with the Confederacy. Axe-fighter, too, and I've got armor to... Block things."      she can only go down from here. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The usual inspection by her mother to Sanary doesn't even register on Yari's 'worry-o-meter', at least until the head inspection begins. Then, she's forced to not /smile/. Her mother is a frightening woman, and seeing her lover worked over is a test of Sanary's will and spirit! Yari looks on hopefully! At her mother's question, she stands up taller. Eyes level with the Legatus, she's all business for a moment, young and stubborn. "She is a loyal woman who has survived when others have not, and has never betrayed me. I will accept no other. She has proven herself to me, and will do so to the Legion in time." A strong statement of confidence! Then she actually blushes, and looks away. Even Yari isn't above the occasional pout at her mother! Then she sits with a sigh, letting out all of her tension. She drains half of her drink. Legatus /and/ parent is a rough combination on a young woman. She then is having her collar fixed, leaning up slightly to let her mother preen. Yari smiles here. "I have been taking good care of myself. Even the..." mutter molting mutter "Is not so bad with some help from Confederate medical." A glance to a certain medic beside her! "Lord van Baelsar is more than I expected." She says. Simple words, but there's respect there not unlike to a father rather than just a leader. Sanary's snickering has Yari blushing a bit. Her mouth opens, she reconsiders, and then closes it. And then drains the rest of her drink as Sanary is stammering. "She fought well at the operation on Reptilon. I doubt I would have come back alive without her healing magic." Then she tosses poor Sanary a bone here! "Tell the Lady Legatus where you are from, hmm, Sanary?" A glance to her mother. "How are things at home?" 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' The female Legatus takes a seat near Yari, but where she can stare directly at Sanary. Her inspection perhaps was far from over. Now it was just--- more casual. "Stop stuttering so much." The woman says directly to Sanary, glazing over the kind words from Yari. "If you are to be someone worthy, you need to cease your stuttering and take firm hold in your words." The woman then places her index finger down on the bar table. "If you can not be firm, then you are weak. No matter how much you have done." Those eyes sharpen then, there was hiss in her words, like a viper ready to strike. Then a male voice cuts from all this. Stern, but knowing to all three of them. Gaius Van Baelsar has arrived in his more casual of clothing, causing the man at the bar to snap a salute. "You are being to harsh, Van Vitulus. She can be firm when it is to act upon it." The woman glances over. "...Van Baelsar. I was wondering when you would arrive." She then crosses one leg over the other as he walks by to side on the /other/ side which may be near Sanary. Isaura then looks over to Yari. "Home is well, for now. There has been a few citizens who have forgotten their place, but nothing that we as the Empire can not handle." She then orders herself a drink, before her eyes go back to Sanary. "Yes," there was that serpent smile. "Tell me of your home." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      There's a slight blush on Sanary's cheeks at all that puffing up from Yari, and she tries to distract herself briefly with a sip of that tea. The mention of the molting does make her pause for a moment, trying to recall just when that last molting session was. "I'll be taking care of... That again you need me for it." Thankfully, she doesn't actually name what THAT is, although she does give the Au Ra a brief nod and smirk.      Just because she's on medical doesn't mean can't tease her a little about that.      Isaura's command and choice of seat does cause her to straighten up again, though, and she takes a moment to recompose herself before responding. "Yes, ma'am. Lady Van.. Vitulus." The words definitely seemed to have an effect on her, her jaw tensing again in an ironic attempt to not show weakness. Gaius' arrival is rather timely, though, giving Sanary a chance to straighten herself out once more and regain some of that confidence that went flying off moments earlier.      "Sir." She stands up briefly to give him that same practiced bow and an appreciative grin before sitting again, taking a slow breath before turning back to Isaura.      "I'm from a border village between Plegia and Ylisse. We didn't have a name for the place since it was..." She trails off and takes a strategic sip of her tea to reconsider her plan of attack. Talking about a shitty village isn't flattering at all!      "... My family raised a lot of pigs. Good meat, and one of them made for a great guard. Now, I'm working for the Confederacy in medical and in another company as security and in medical." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The interplay between her mother and Sanary has that edge returning to Yari. She's a tough woman to impress, and Yari has to remind herself of that. She's spent most of her life working on /that/. There's a reassuring squeeze of tail upon ankle underneath the table. She'll let Sanary handle this one. The girl has to prove herself to Momgatus! Yari has her second drink in her tail as she stands, snapping off a textbook salute. Being in the presence of /two/ Legatus is an honor to any Centurion. To actually know the two to a certain degree is dazzling. "Lord van Baelsar, hail, Sir!" Eyes close, and there's something mournful in her face. "...Idiots. Don't they realize that..." Ahem! Best not to comment on politics when she doesn't know the full situation. "A useless gesture." She finally adds to the whole situation. Indeed, she seems more than a little infuriated by such rebellion. And then Sanary's teasing her! In front of her mother and legatus. She actively flushes here. "Th...thank you Sanary." It's /her/ turn to stutter a little. Her weak spot! Ahem! "...She makes an excellent field medic." Yari adds. Yeah, 'tiny pigfarming village' isn't the biggest pedigree. Then again, she got pulled out from under a pile of corpses as a kid. In some ways, they're both paupers like that. 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' Isaura listens to what Sanary has to say about he village as she takes her drink on both hands. Her foot moves side to side as she listens. Taking in every word from the young woman. She does raise a brow slowly at the 'pig guard' part and then how Sanary is doing things for the Confederacy, along with some company. "You sound to be a busy woman. Medical is not easy after all and even harder when dealing with us trained soldiers." Gaius for now remains quiet as he too listens and orders himself a drink. Bourbon seems to be his choice. Which only gets him a look from Isaura. He picks up the glass and shrugs his shoulders as if to say 'what?', before taking a sip from it. Van Vitulus then leans foreward a bit as her leg uncrosses, a smile creeps across her lip as she stares at Sanary. Those eyes looking her dead on. "Do tell me more however about the pig farm and your family of farmers. As who you were is ever important as to who you /will/ become." Van Baelsar meanwhile, just takes another sip of the glass. It is hard to say /why/ he is here, though he does speak up to maybe reassure Sanary. "Do not be afraid to speak of the humblest of beginnings. Even if it is poor or low. Matters not the place, but the drive within." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Heh... It keeps me busy. Lots of injuries to tend to, things to learn. Didn't even know there were two... 'Kidneys' inside people until about three months ago. Didn't stop me from doing a transplant, though." Sanary sounds rather proud of herself at that, smiling slightly at the compliment from Isaura and opportunity to stroke her ego a little.      Taking a sip of her tea, the healer keeps herself from drinking too much at once as she matches Van Vitulus gaze with her own. That uncertainty returns at the notion of talking about the pig farm again, although she does straighten up a bit at the encouragement from both her and Gaius.      "Right... Well, there's not a whole lot to it. My family's been in charge of the pig farm ever since my grandparents. Don't know if their parents ever did it because nobody really kept records or... Uh. Wrote anything back home." She chuckles lightly and takes another sip to steady herself before continuing. "Still, we did good work. Real big pigs, really bad smells, and it kept us going when we weren't getting attacked by bandits and deserters." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari for the most part stays silent, having finally relaxed just a bit in both the presence of her Mother and Sanary. What's keeping her just slightly on edge is her current Legatus oh-so-nearby. She certainly likes the man, but she's not about to drop formalities that her calling requires! And so, as Sanary spins her story, she offers gentle smiles of encouragement and love. She finally pipes up. 'Pig guard'. That's a new one! "Why did you decide to take up a blade, Sanary?" She asks suddenly, more for the benefit of the female Legatus than anyone else. May as well encourage the whole story to be brought out! Otherwise, she's downing drinks like a soldier on her day off. Because she /is/, blast it. 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' The male Legatus glances over to Yari who is heavily drinking away and smirks faintly. he does a mild thumb direction at her while glancing over to the female Legatus in that bathing suit of hers, who simply just smiles sweetly. It was like some odd silent conversation! It probably was. Isaura listens to the story and then glances over to Yari as she pipes up, before looking back to Sanary, "Yes. Do tell me /why/ you picked up the sword, child." She leans back in her chair. The glance held in one hand as her nail on her index finger runs up and down the glass slowly. "After all, I am sure a humble father from a people who do not write, has a very good reason to decide to fight." She then takes a sip of her drink. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary perks up a little bit more when Yari asks her question, taking note of that convenient point to elaborate on her other duties at home prior to leaving. It even gives her a bit more time to think up a better way to answer it when Isaura asks that question herself.      "Oh! It was a... Survival thing. Either we learned how to fight and defend the place ourselves, or let the raiders take whatever and whoever they wanted. Started when I was pretty young, and I turned out to be really good at it. Best one in the village, even."      There's that grin again. She takes care not to mention how little that really compares to the multiverse proper, of course. She's gotta make herself look good in front of Yari's mother, after all! And from the looks of it... Were the two Legatus... es? Were they...? No. They couldn't be.      "My parents didn't really fight much themselves. Good eyes, so they kept watch sometimes, but it was just me and the rest of the other healthier guys fighting. Only thing we could do since the nobles didn't want to get involved with a border town." Her expression sours just a bit at that. "Only times they did come by was to gather tributes. But... Eh, I'm not involved in that any more. I'm here." She glances to Yari, that smile returning after not too long. "And I'm a lot happier because of it." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari, at Gaius' motions, at first seems to act like she hasn't caught it. Instead, that tail of hers tap-taps lightly atop the bartop while one scaley ridge on her face rises in the tiniest of smirks. Let it never be said that Gaius and Yari haven't learned to work together well. Then Yari intently looks to her mother and Sanary as she sets the question up, her own legs crossed. Time to see how she fares! And it seems Yari's satisfied, by how her tail sneaks up and squeezes Sanary's ankle. "...I really shouldn't complain about circumstances, but leaders who fail to protect their people like that have no right to continue ruling." And then Yari gets hit right in the heart. Uncharacteristically, there's a tender look on her face, just staring for a moment in Sanary's eye. A little gulp, and she holds back the touched little hiss that those simple words are strangling out of her throat. She recovers by downing the rest of a fifth of vodka. Tomorrow morning is going to be terrible, but she's getting /through/ this. Ahem! "And has been growing much stronger thanks to her experiences with us, and other Confederates." Adds the woman. That's right, grease wheels Yari. Don't flub this up. 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' The female Legatus listens and listens closely. Her eyes narrow slightly almost a lazy, tired look in her eyes, before she leans over and rests an arm on the bar. Her hand smoothly lowers down the glass. This gets Gaius' attention actually who holds the brim of his own glass to his lips. He knows what is coming. He knows the woman to well-- just as she him. Though when Yari speaks up, Gaius glances over. The tail tap not lost on either of them. "Aye, just as a ruler whom seeks solace of false gods to aid them in rule." Isaura Van Vitulus then rests her chin in the palm of her hand. "My dear Van Baelsar." A smile was on the edge of her lips. "Why have you not picked up this woman for training and given her a proper education in combat?" Gaius then rests down the glass. "Because another sought her up before I could see if she was worthy of our Empire's blade. I do not disagree that with the growing relations, we could use blood of the Multiverse among the ranks, but at the time..." "You were just to slow." She says with a playful 'tsk tsk'. The Black Wolf lowers his head, his eyes looking over his brow as the knit slightly. "Hardly. Just timing." He then downs back the glass. "Yes. Always a game of timing with you instead of /snatching/ at the moment." She speaks back with a low tone to her voice, before she pipes back up. "Well, either way. I am glad, Sanary that you are finding yourself in the world. Sadly for us Garleans we are still adjusting to the fact we are /not/ the biggest fish in the seas anymore, but rather just another shark in the ocean with possibly /bigger/ sharks." Isaura picks up her glass and looks at both Yari and Sanary through its crystal surface. "Mmm... but a shame though--- I think if we could have taken you under our wing, you could have been a fine soldier, much like my dear girl." She then sits up and finishes off her own drink. Her eyes then look over to Gaius, "Whom has taken her under their wing, by chance?" "A Corporation whom believes in all talk, but little action. The leader or perhaps, second fears to step into the field to display his own works to aid in the resources being grabbed up by the Union and thinks they have the right to speak on equal terms." Gaius remarks with a low rumble. "Guess we are oddities in this world." She replies back before snapping her fingers at the bartender to get another drink. "More that the political game is full of fools, idiots, fat bellies, and fatter wallets." The Legatus of the XIV Legion remarks in disgust. "Don't be so harsh, Van Baelsar. At least not in front of the girl, after all again-- it is your fault." Gaius just stares at her and grunts in response. "Perhaps, but it is still a game I have no love for, but have had to learn to play in it." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary straightens up a bit at the ankle squeeze, resisting the urge to look down just to make sure it's Yari's tail doing that. Of course it'd be her tail. Who else could be doing that? She nods in agreement with the Au Ra's comment about such leaders, another laugh escaping her shortly afterwards.      "Ah, it'd be one thing if they actually did any leading. No, they just came by to make sure we weren't ignoring our duties to Grima. 'All hail' and... All that shit."      She sounds just a little bitter at that last bit. Just a little, though, since Yari's reaction does temper it somewhat. The extra compliment doesn't hurt, either. The exchange between Gaius and Isaura does draw a raised eyebrow from the healer, inwardly grinning again at the notion of actually being considered as being worth training.      "Sharks and bigger sharks... Hm. Sounds like me in coming out here, then." She laughs again and pauses, then adds quickly. "Er... The Multiverse, I mean! Not here as in... Sitting here." She casts a quick glance to Yari as the two continue speaking about her employment and politics and... Something or another.      A lot of it is going right over her head. At least it's an opportunity to keep drinking that milk tea! "It's a decent job, at least. Good pay, lots of perks. Lots of medical training to go with the work in the Citadel, although the combat training has... Well. Mostly been with Yari or just throwing myself at dangerous things and seeing what happens." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari does her best to play a good Centurion here at a conflict between her superiors. She appears to not be listening, even as she's intently listening. Her nose is even up in the air a little as she works on killing her liver even more. Scotch, neat, not some fruity drink like a non-Garlean. Hmph. Her tail does curl in little circles, the Au Ran equivalent of a teenager rolling her eyes at her parents fighting. It's a pretty apt description right about now. It's here that she finally speaks up again. "A shame indeed. But, I think that her circumstances have made her who she is. So in that sense, maybe things have turned out for the best." Posits the Centurion vaguely. "After all, we need new blood." Then a shrug. She seems to lighten up as Sanary is finally laughing again. "We only bite weaklings, fools, and those who profit without working with their own two hands! We might be sharks, but we are selective on our prey." It's right then that Yari leans in and gives a many-Au-Ra-toothed grin to Sanary. Truly, she's relaxed around Sanary. She straightens up. "It has been, well, fun. Training with you, Sanary. I think we bring out our best in each other, even if it's painful sometimes." 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' Isaura Van Vitulus lazily looks back at Sanary. "I suppose long as you are enjoying yourself, but-- remember there is a difference between games and war." Then a small smile, a very dark smile, plays on her lips. "Though they can sometimes join together in the most entertaining of ways." "Yari though is a good instructor. She learned not only from the people she disguised herself as, but from me as well." The Legatus smiles softly. "She is skilled, so you are in good hands and if--" Her eyes look over to Gaius. "Lord Van Baelsar will still teach you, even under the wing of another. You will then be guided by a man who is revered and feared by many." Isaura picks up her new drink and takes a sip, "I also would train you as well, but..." She smirks softly. "I need to continue investigating into a little detail about someone who still escapes my coils. I do not like it when someone plays coy with me, nor do I enjoy having to stalk about in my own backyard when there is a possible fox in the hen house." Gaius raises a brow gently. "You sure it is one of ours whom employed the assassination attempt?" "I do not wish it to be, but possible." She says with a gentle shrug. "All indicators are pointing that way and you know as well as I, that is the very likely of cases... unless you changed your mind, Van Baelsar?" "No, my Lady. I have not. Only hoped your trail would leave you outside the gates, not further within." He frown at this before taking a drink of another glass. Neither argue on what Yari has to say, neither add to it either. Instead Isaura goes to stand up easily and finishes off her glass. "Well, Sanary. Long as you continue to prove yourself worthy and continue to better yourself for the future. You shalt not have to worry about midnight assassinations from the shadows." She gives the young girl a playful wink before she walks over to Yari. Her finges run along the young Centurion's backside, before she goes place both hands on her shoulders. Then Isaura leans in to her, speaking softly. "And you, Takane. I desire to spar one last time before I return to Garlemald. I want to see how you have grown since you been out here and I want to see if you are still worthy to one day become a Tribune." Her eyes then gaze over to Gaius, no words are said to him, and she turns on her heels. "Take care you two." Yep. Completely ignoring Gaius, whom only simple chuckles at the fact with a playful smirk on his face. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Have things been turning out for the best? Maybe. Sanary's made loads of connections and amassed more power than she ever though possible in less than half a year, and that fact doesn't go ignored by the healer as she grins appreciatively at Yari.      "Good to know I won't get bitten, then. Well, not boy any of you, anyway." She rubs her side absentmindedly at that, another laugh leaving her at that toothy grin. "Especially as long as we keep training like we've been. Ah... I don't think either of us plans to stop any time soon, so you won't have to worry about that, Lady Van Vitulus. And if G-uh. Lord Van Baelsar is willing, too."      She's getting better with formalities, too! Sort of.      Raising her eyebrow at the speak of assassination attempts and potential traitors, Sanary finishes off her milk tea just before she's addressed once more. "I.. Uh. I won't let you down. It was a... Pleasure meeting you, ma'am." She sounds just a touch nervous about that last bit regarding midnight assassinations, and she looks to Yari and Gaius for reassurance.      It's not until Isaura turns to leave that she finally deflates, drooping over the table and not even caring that her head hits it a little too loud. She gives Gaius and Yari a questioning look, however, gesturing at the Legatus and Yari's mother a few times as if that would get her question across. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari can't help it. She's sitting up in pure pride as her mother gives her one of those rare praises that make it all so very worth it. But she doesn't bask in it /too/ much, that would be unsightly for a Centurion. Sanary and Gaius, however, might catch that brief moment of true familial love buried under all the rules and strict discipline of the Empire. The news doesn't bode well, however. She doesn't speak on it, it's not her place. But Yari eventually rises with her mother. Only when they're close does she shoot a concerned glance to her. There's no words needed. 'Be careful', it screams. Then there's fingers on her, and she eeps and stands straight with a blush, and then her shoulders are grasped. The Legatus finally wins, as there's a pout befitting a girl her age rather than a Centurion for a brief moment. It turns into a smile. "I will be honored to fight against you, Lady Legatus." There's a smirk. "It might just be you who ends up on the ground." A challenge, cutting, and yet playful. Her mother's certainly rubbed off on the girl, competitive, youthful invincibility at the forefront. And then she's off. "I will not dissappoint you, or the Emperor!" She calls. Then Sanary's slumping, after all of that. Instantly, Yari is hugging Sanary to her without the slightest trace of dignity. "...As you can see, the woman who raised me is a frightening woman. Well done. The fact that you are still alive means you passed, Sanary." Smoooooch! Then she twitches a bit, and makes a thumb-across-neck about the topic. Oh no. Not going there. Then, she offers a salute to Gaius. "I appreciate the support, Lord van Baelsar." It's formal, but there's really appreciation there. 

:'''{{#var:522|Gaius Van Baelsar (522)}} has posed:''' Yari chooses to not go into the territory regarding Gaius and Isaura. Sanary does hint to it, but the Legatus only knocks back the drink, before flipping the glass and placing it on the bar. He then goes to stand up. "Think of it this way, Sanary. You get to see another sunrise and not have to worry about a knife at particular locations." He then smirks ever so faintly. "'Tis why she was a bit upset you are not male. She is not called the Green Viper for nothing after all. She is beautiful, charming, but ever as venomous and deadly. If you hurt her Yari Takane-- you can be sure she will be on you before you even know she is there." "And dead-- before you even realize her blade has gone through you." Gaius adds as he goes to walk away, before turning about to look at the two. "But worry not! I am sure you will do better then the past three or five." There was a playful sound in the serious man's voice. A tease perhaps to help break the tension now leaving the area. After all, he can tease his Centurion. It was one of the perks of being a Legatus! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Even Sanary's attempt at dignity is all but gone at this point, replaced by relief and an overwhelming sense of fatigue. "She is... Uh. She was joking about the midnight assassination thing, right?" She chuckles nervously at that and sits up just a bit at the smooching, bracing an arm around Yari to sit back up.      Not that she really needs an answer for that question. Not after what Gaius says. Her face pales slightly as he keeps going, slowly drooping back to rest on the table once again.      "H-hey. I'm not gonna hurt Yari or anything, but... Uh. You're joking, right?" She even chuckles nervously at that, eventually refocusing her gaze on one of the passing waitstaff to wave them over. "Refills. All of them."      She's going to need it after all that. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "...Double for me." /Sigh/. The look she gives both Sanary and Gaius may as well be a dead giveaway. "Heh. You will be fine Sanary. Trust me." Gulp. Gaius gets a brief /look/. You are /not/ helping. And then she's slumping. AT no point does she contradict her superior, however. For about five seconds. "...It was only three, and that last one was an assignment." Huff! Sanary Rondel is in for one heck of a life, with Yari in tow. 

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2187/Dreams and Food

2015-10-20T19:23:51Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      The fight at Stone Vigil had been a rough one. Flying people, dragons, dragon people, big robot things, way too many guns, similar looking uniforms... Getting there late definitely didn't help Sanary much, but at least she figured it out eventually.      On the plus side, she took down quite a few enemies! On the minus side or... However that phrase goes, she did get a little shot. Even with the massive armor she had been wearing, the joints were still points where bullets could enter. And enter they did!      And so, Sanary is lounging back in a bed in the Medical Ward for once instead of hovering over someone in a bed, looking a little dazed while her arm is bound up nice and tight to keep her from aggravating the injury further. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Now able to actually walk, Yari is only lightly leaning on a cane as she taps her way into Sanary's medical room. The Centurion pauses at the door, gulping. "Centurion Yari Takane, reporting! I'll be entering now!" Then she closes the door. She's dressed in a blue kimono, a wrapped box in her hand! She's soon beside Sanary's bed, and finds a convenient chair to sit in. "How are you doing, Sanary?" She asks, looking over the woman critically, and more than a little concerned. Then, a smile. "I'm glad you're alive." Then, the package is set down beside her! Leaning down, Yari very, very gently gives a hug! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Door's open!" Sanary turns away from the door briefly to hide her snickers at Yari announcing her arrival, although she doesn't do a very good job at it. It probably has something to do with the meds she's on since she does seem a little too... Happy considering the extent of her injuries. One heavily bandaged arm, some wrapping around the side of her head, and yet more wrappings hidden underneath her hospital gown.      "Heeey, Yari. You're lookin' nice tonight." Chuckling again, she sits up from the bed to return the hug with her good arm. She's even humming a little while she does that, so... The meds are definitely doing their job.      "I'm glad, too. Went to this... Some place? A castrate or something. There were a buncha armored guys, Gaius' armored guys, big-ish robots, a bunch of dragons and bigger dragons..." The mention of dragons does break through that dazed expression briefly, although not for long as she raises her injured arm.      "This is a really good shield for bullets with the armor on! Until it got in the elbow. That sucked." She laughs and lowers her arm quickly, wincing just a bit at moving herself.     "How about you, Yari? Anything fun happen today?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Surveying the particularly happy Sanary, Yari sighs a little. To be fair, they do have some awesome meds here. There's a bit of a blush, and Yari does a little turn to show off! "Traditional clothes from Doma. I like them. Classy, but shows the figure." Admits the woman, tail wiggling. She /likes/ Sanary on the happy juice. "I'll get you one if you want." Just imagine Sanary in a kimono! Yari's smile is just a /little/ too big here. "Castrum. Mmm. So the Dravanians are really making their move? Sounds like the Legatus is alright, at least. Good job, Sanary. Thank you for helping us." The lizardy woman chuckles, crossing her legs. "Then we'll just have to have you practice more with shields! You're becoming stronger. I will have to work twice as hard to keep up with someone as strong as you!" Cue a swat on the shoulder, perhaps a little /too/ hard. "Finally cleared to leave medical on my own. Still have one more day on light duty. But I've got orders ready, so, I thought I'd come and make sure you're alright. Here." The package is placed atop Sanary's tummy! Inside is a bento filled with rice, and home-made sushi! "I thought you might be hungry. I always get that way after I'm injured." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "It does... Hmm. Very does." Clearly, words aren't Sanary's strong point right now. She's concious and energetic enough to keep her eye functional, at least, and she giggles lightly as Yari does that twirl. "Yeah... Sounds good to me. We can be all... Matching! That's the word, right?"      Yawning lightly as she raises the back of her bed, a broad grin crosses the human's face at the thanks given to her. "Ah, you know how it is. Gotta earn my money and... Get good at fighting better. Good. Doing it more." Another giggle escapes her at the swat despite the wince following it, even managing to laugh while saying "ow".      She is so out of it.      "Yeah, shields would be a good thing to work on. Maybe put a... Spike or thing to brace a gun on so I can shoot more straight." She grunts lightly at the package's weight, tilting her head slightly as she opens up the box to reveal the food.      "Aw... Thanks, Yari. This is gonna taste so good with all this stuff I'm one~" She laugh and reaches over to Yari with her good arm gingerly, trying to catch her in a hug without disturbing the bento. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari gives her trademark 'mmm!' of agreement. "We'll be the shining stars of the Confederacy together, Sanary! One look, and we'll own their hearts! Morale will surge if we combine our powers in cute kimonos!" A fist pumps in the air! ...Yari might still have some lingering bits of meds in her, or maybe Sanary's excitement is infectious. Ahem! She then sits up. "We don't use such things often, but I've seen shields with ports for guns, and bucklers having guns built into them. It's not impossible. Trying to learn more about firearms? You should get a Garlean model. Steadfast and dependable as the Emperor himself!" Swells the ninja with Garlean pride. Her chest puffs up proudly! Cue a nervous laugh as she's hugged, being decently ginger this time. She lingers, sighing happily. Heart pounding just a bit, cheek nuzzling against Sanary's oww, for a moment the world is blissful. "I'm glad!" Pause. She catches a nurse who flits in, whispering. "...Dosage of the meds is a little too high for this one. No tolerance for the good stuff!" The zombie-nurse just bumbles out. Yari then settles back, head tilted as she ponders. "Sanary. What do you want to do with your life? I mean, where do you see yourself in the future?" Asks the woman suddenly. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Laughing again at Yari's pronouncement, Sanary nods slowly before pumping her own fist along with Yari's! And then she cringes after realizing that she did that with her bad arm. Smart girl!      "Fff. Hah... Sounds like a plan! Maybe even do it on some o' this stuff I'm on, don't need to actually get fucked up before it... Would be great~"      What a lightweight.      "I've been using the gun part of the.. Axe a lot, right? Figure it should be easier to aim if I can put it on the... Shield instead o' my arm. Definitely a garlicy... an.. Shield gun if we can get those." She starts giggling again and nuzzles Yari's arm with her face, although it does turn to just scratching her cheek lightly instead. It's hard reaching some spots, after all!      "Mm... Dunno. Maybe... Get strong so I can beat up all the assholes who're... Assholes. Gotta get real strong and just do whateee-eeever I feel like." She would look almost philosophical if she wasn't using Yari's arm as a scratching post and wobbling constantly. "How 'bout you? I mean.. You been with Gaius for a while, but got any plans outside o' workin' with him?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Wince. Yari can all but /feel/ that one. "Th...I know I'm not one to really speak, here, but there /are/ things that should be done sober. We're trying to be upright examples of the confederacy! Pure virtuous conquering maidens!" Yari might want to rexamine what she thinks the Confederacy is all about. "Defintely on the shield. This allows maximum damage potential even while blocking an enemy's strike. Shield bashes are irritating enough, add on a gun, the bullet, its noise level after dedicating to the strike...a dangerous combination, if done properly." Muses Yari, looking Sanary over, already picturing the weapon. Yari's head tilts, and there's a smile. What a carefree dream! "So you desire strength and freedom. I think the only thing that can lead to freedom is strength itself, so, you're on the right path." But then the question turns upon her! "Me? Well...honestly, I've always been a soldier. And until...well, certain conditions are met, there'll always be a need for my services." A small sigh. "But if I ever get to see the dream I have, the dream I think all of Garlea wants, I think..." Her voice lowers, as she lets loose with her almost fantastic dream! "If there wasn't a need for my sword anymore, I'd become a traveling chef. Go around the Multiverse, fight and catch exotic animals, and make the most delectable, perfect dishes that anyone could possibly make! Dragon steaks, braised star-being meat, even sandwiches made from lava sharks! I'd become the best chef in the entire Multiverse!" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Pff. We don't have to be completely sober for that, do we?" Even when trying to sound like she's pouting, Sanary is still snickering and shaking. She's laying back on the bed finally, at least, but keeps it raised for the time being.      "Oh yeah... I got set on fire the other day! But this armor's freaking... /Amazing/." She says that last part with a dramatic wave of her good hand. "The fire sucked, but it didn't suck as much as fire usually does when it's on people, and the dragon got all loud, but my ears weren't going to shit..."      She rambles on incoherently for a little bit longer after that, but does eventually quiet down in time for Yari to speak. She actually seems to sober up a bit at the mention of the Au Ra's own non-combat related dream, a low hum eventually escaping from the bedridden healer while noshing on that bento.      "That'd be something... Mm. You definitely got the taste food good down. This is that!" She grins broadly while gesturing at the food, scooping some more of the rice and sushi into her mouth with her hand. Utensils are for the coherent! "I could help you collect all the parts and... Food animals. Maybe even make the un-eat-able parts into gear to fight the stronger ones... Would be fun." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari rubs her chin thoughtfully. "I...I guess not. After all, there /are/ a variety of people in the Confederacy. Maybe their ideal of a maiden is a carefree sort! Perfect, Sanary! Virtuous and strong, yet relaxed! Truly, that is the heart of the Confederacy!" Wince. Fire, as a rule, indeed sucks. "Ah! Fire resistance...could've used that against that thaumaturge...so you need earplugs to fight dragons?..." Yari tries to keep up with the conversation, eventually just leaning back and smiling. Not too long after? Yari abandons her seat to snuggle into the bed beside Sanary as she shovels food into her mouth! The sight is both cute and horrifying to the woman, at her delicately prepared food being absolutely destroyed rather than savored. "...I'm glad you enjoy it!" Comes Yari, one brow twitching. Yari actually lets out a tear or two down her eyes. They go wide as she imagines it: traveling the stars of the Multiverse, fighting beside her beloved one-eyed semi-blind girl, making the most powerful of armor and cooking the best of food! The hiss she lets out is low, long, and dreamy. An arm wraps about Sanary, and she /clings/ for dear life around her waist! "That'd be wonderful! There's no one else I'd rather hunt with! Oh, Sanary, what a dream! I...I..." She /squees/ just a bit. "I'll do whatever it takes to see my nation's...no, my world's dream through. Then...maybe then, I can focus on myself, and the people beside me fully." Ends Yari with renewed determination. A little squeeze, and she closes her eyes. It doesn't take long for her to snore away, clinging to Sanary, a smile of hope and purpose on her face. 

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3234/Burned Flesh and Healing Hearts

2015-10-20T19:13:38Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's always been one to downplay her wounds when she speaks, relying on stubborn ninja pride through official channels. But when Sanary arrives at the guest quarters? There's an exhausted Yari awaiting her. She smells like smoke and blood. Not necessarily unusual, but half stripped down as she is, it looks like she's ran into a burning building by the wounds covering her back, stomach, and especially on her arm. The only reason she made it here was thanks to Gawain's thoughtful escort. There's also someone new in the room. Shivering and clutching Yari's tail like a favorite doll, a young girl dressed in burnt silks huddles near the ninja. There's tears in her eyes, fear...and yet determination and what might just be worry. She's an adorable young girl even with the light burns she's suffered and the cough. Smoke inhalation no doubt. But she's gotten off light compared to Yari. It might not be too hard to put two and two together. She's possessed of a tall and tough build for an asian girl, and it's easy to imagine her becoming a blacksmith or samurai. Her gaze, for all the terror, holds a spark of bravery. Despite her wound, Yari is gently rubbing the girl's head and whispering to her warmly as she awaits Sanary. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary gets herself to Dun Realtai fairly quickly upon hearing Yari's request, opting to fly on the back of Forneus for a short while until she gets close enough to see civilization. A few taps on a touch screen (she's getting better at it), and then it's time to hoof it the rest of the way! No sense scaring the residents, after all. The healer's dressed in her coat today, staff and shield on her back with her trusty gunaxe on her hip. She's looking a little more tired than she normally does, but that won't stop her from getting to Yari's side!      And once she's there, she's quick to set the shield and weapon against a wall before finally noticing that girl with the Au Ra. "Yari! What happened? Is this...?" That girl gets a blank look before her expression softens just a bit. Sanary's trying to look slightly less scary!      "Ah.. Hey there. Did Yari take good care of you?" She takes that staff off her back as she speaks, wiggling it a few times to get a better feel for its weight before starting to focus her energy into it. "Let's see if this works... Neither of you have anything stuck inside you, right? Or any fractures or breaks?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Sanary is definitely a frightening woman at times, and very briefly does the little girl shrink back. But only for a moment. She closes her eyes, lets out a breath, and then the fear vanishes. The girl looks to Yari, and Yari smiles. The little girl looks back. "Umm...hello, miss healer. My name is Linh!" Comes the girl, offering a slightly pained bow. Linh perks up a bit, and hugs Yari's tail tighter. "She saved me." Says the girl simply, on the verge of tears, but holding them back. A brave soul, this one. Yari gives a gentle hug, wincing. "It's a long story. I'll tell you the whole thing later. But she was trapped in a burning building. Nnn." Yari shivers, her strength leaving her, and she falls back upon the bed breathing hard. Yari's in bad shape. The girl manages to hold in a shriek. Yari mumbles. Linh stands up, and looks to Sanary. "No. I don't. And I don't think Miss Takane does. Please...you'll save her, right?" Those bright eyes look up imploringly at Sanary. Sanary is no longer a scary, coated, scar-faced woman with a missing eye. She's someone holding a life in her hands. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary relaxes for a moment at the girl's smile, managing a light chuckle at being called 'miss healer'. It's... Actually a pretty nice feeling, oddly enough. Would any kids like her still call her that if she kept going through with what she's been planning? Only time will tell.      "Good to meet ya, Linh. I'm Sanary." She gives her a light pat on the shoulder before approaching the bed Yari's on, looking her over quickly to get a better idea of the extent of her injuries. Definitely not good, but definitely not the worst Sanary's seen before.      "Doesn't look like anything's stuck inside, so that'll make things easier... Heh. Of course I'll save her!" She flashes the two a confident grin as she holds that staff over the Au Ra. She doesn't start using it yet, however, instead reaching into her coat to take out a quart-sized freezer bag full of burn cream and hold it out to the girl.      "Linh. Can you help me out here and put this on the spots I've worked on? That'll make this a lot easier." Maybe not a lot easier, but definitely faster. Plus, Sanary's about to use a /lot/ of energy.      And then she gets to work. She starts the healing from Yari's head, pumping energy into the staff to send potent healing magics into her and moving downwards slowly. She also uses her hand to direct some healing energy in as well, providing both immediate healing and a boost to regeneration as she progresses.      A normal Mend staff generally lasts the better part of two battles before breaking. If she goes uninterrupted throughout this process, though? It breaks by the time she gets to Yari's knees. She is /very/ thorough. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Linh's face brightens as she's patted, and actually laughs a bit. There's strength to this young girl, and heart besides. It all quickly turns to Yari. A tiny hand reaches out, and squeezes Yari's tail in hope and concern. "I...believe in you, Sanary!" Adds Linh, encouragingly, holding in her pain. Yari gasps, and Linh nods, already starting to apply that cream to her burns. First, the arm. Even someone as young as she knows where to start. She rubs in the burn cream, steadfast in her work, as much as a young one like her can be. The burn cream eases the initial pain, and then a flood of healing magics rushes into Yari's body. She breathes out, a sigh of relief, her body arcing for a moment before going mostly limp. Those burns on her body grow red, then seem to recede. She'll need to rest, but the thorough healing puts Yari out of the danger zone after much work. Yari's body relaxes, the pain gone, and slowly her eyes open. "Sa...nary?" She adds, a bit dazed. "Is Linh okay?" She asks weakly, tail clinging to Linh, and a hand reaching out to squeeze at Sanary's own hand. The girl wouldn't take much more than a simple use of a mend to heal up! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Despite the fatigue weighing her down from both today's wave of magic use and the events of the past several days, Sanary's stubbornness doesn't allow her to fall over yet! No, she keeps that healing magic going, tossing the cracked staff aside and just using her hands to finish the rest of Yari's healing. Sure, she's probably putting in way more energy than necessary, but...      She's never /denied/ playing favorites with her healing before. It's just that nobody ever called her out on it before. And Linh's enabling it further, so there. She does reach over to pat Linh's head once and flash her an approving grin, but her focus is on getting all of that healing done first before even letting herself relax.      It's not until she hears Yari speak and feels that hand on her own that the healer finally snaps out of her trance, giving Yari's hand a light squeeze in return. "H-huh? Oh! Yari. Yeah, Linh's right here. Don't worry, I'll take good care of her, too." It's a little tricky after having spent so much already, but Sanary's got an ace up her sleeve!      Technically, it's thermos in her coat, but still. After a quick sip and a half-minute to let the ether sink in and give her that jolt of mana, she's back to healing! This time, it's focused on Linh, and the lack of haste makes it substantially easier for her to circulate it more efficiently through the younger girl's body.      "So... Burning building, eh? What happened?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Magic flows through Yari, only empowered by Linh's desire and Sanary's care! Reddened tan flesh unswells, and Yari is physically almost as good as new, save for a telling mark on her single arm. A mark, and no doubt, to become a badge of honor in time. Yari smiles at Sanary's words, and she finally relaxes. "Sanary. I won't forget this. Never, I swear it!" Adds Yari, before finally falling unconscious. The young Linh gasps, then is healed, her physical wounds gone. She's hopped up to the bed, hugging tight Yari's tail, and looking to Sanary. The brave young girl smiles, sad, and yet looking to Sanary as if she were some kind of saint. "Miss Sanary!" Her mood turns downward slightl for a moment. "Bad men came to my village. They...they killed everyone." She admits, shuddering. She looks up, her gaze more hopeful. "Miss Takane, she made the bad men go away. And then she rescued me. My..." A gulp. No, she has to be brave. "She couldn't save my parents, but I forgive her! She saved me!" She repeats. Bright eyes peer to Sanary's own. "I want to...I want to become a person who keeps people safe! Like Miss Takane!" She says suddenly, right up close to Sanary, so hopefully. Yari snores, healing thanks to Sanary, but utterly unconscious. Linh crawls into bed, healed, thanks to Sanary and looks to her. "Miss Sanary? I want to be your friend." She ends, before snuggling close to Yari. She falls asleep soon after. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Once the healing process is finished, Sanary finally lets take a seat on that bed. She's still got enough energy to keep the eye on, but she's very tempted to let it power down just so she can rest a little bit more. "Just take it easy, Yari. I'll top you off in the morning and..." She pauses to yawn, slumping over just a bit. "I'll give you a once over, too, Linh."      Hearing about what had happened to Linh's village and parents does get Sanary's blood boiling just a bit, though, and she reaches over to ruffle the girl's hair softly. "Yari's great like that. But don't worry. Once we're all recovered... We'll find those guys. And we'll make sure they don't hurt anyone ever again."      She's making sure not to say that she plans to kill them, but the intent is probably clear. Sanary herself seems to catch onto this, and manages an awkard laugh before laying on her side in a mildly uncomfortable ball on the edge of the bed. "Trying to be like Yari's a good plan. Protect what's important to you, and... Yeah. You'll do fine."      She even cracks a small smile as she starts to feel sleep taking her. "Let's be friends, then. You, me, and Yari." 

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3225/Musical Au'Ri

2015-10-20T19:12:52Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari is at the Field of Trials, swiftly enough. Dressed in a blue and white patterned kimono, the Au'Ra has opted for tradition today. Her red and white pipe is billowing smoke as she awaits her newfound elven tutor, the Field's grounds converted to a simple training room. There's a chair or two, and a table with water. She'll probably need it. Otherwise the ninja waits patiently, tail occasionally flicking. In the viewing area, one might note, is a turtle. It has a little hat on, and is munching celery. Yari occasionally glances over and makes cute little hissy sounds at it. 

:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:''' Laer is already here, and was when she'd announced the meeting location. Of course, Yari may not know that, because the elf is sitting under an invisibility illusion, watching from the other side of the room now, standing carefully still to try to avoid making a noise. She's waiting to see if Yari loses patience and tries to leave first, complains first, or manages to spot her first. Or if the spell will wear off. It's only good for another six hours or so, if Laer doesn't make any sudden movements. She's kind of a jerk this way. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari, it seems, is a wellspring of patience...at least when she tries. After about half an hour, she sighs, and then pulls her feet up to sit cross-legged. A deep breath, and then slowly, she focuses on her surroundings in the way that Kagenashi taught her so recently. As she does, after about twenty more minutes, she seems to perk up. Something prods at her magical senses as she reaches out to the world, and a kunai appears in a hand. "...Who's out there? Show yourself." 

:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:''' Once that's been stated, Laer will drop the illusion, the elf sitting on the floor in the corner with a guitar strapped across her back. "Took you long enough. You were right; you do need practice seeing through it. Can you play any instruments?" Laer asks, curiously, making her way to her feet. She doesn't bother introducing herself, evidently presuming that Yari knows her credentials and such. "At least you didn't try to complain about my not showing up or some such." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari blinks, and cuts back a little gasp, and then her eyes close. Sigh. "...Instruments? One or two. A flute and shamisen." It seems she didn't bring either however. A glance to the guitar. Hmm. "It's a poor soldier that complains about conditions, Miss Laer. Welcome. I don't understand, how will playing instruments help?" 

:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:''' "Well, let's see." Laer says, digging around in a bag at her side, coming out with what looks like a beat up flute. "Do you know much about illusion magic at all, currently? Teaching you to try to recognize it is much easier than teaching you to try to use it." She'll warn. She's not even certain that the ninja will have the sorts of talents needed for her lessons to use it, after all. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari takes the offered flute, peers it over, then makes a few experimental notes. Oddly, for some of the lower notes, she has to put her tail to use for obvious reasons. She's not bad for an amateur. "I know the basics. Shaping aether to change the perceptions of those around you through understanding of how people view the world. At least, that's how my Master explained it to me." 

:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:''' "Well, there's the problem - that's not exactly how it's going to work if you can learn how I do it." Laer says, seeming to approve of the basic playing. "Which will probably take a while. There is a combination of music and magic that is the key to how the word works; an illusion is a reflection of that, a variation that is close to that unknowable song." She'll play a simplistic tune, three notes ascending, and the glass of water on the table will change colors, looking like blood. She stops, and the illusion maintains for a few seconds before dispeling. "This is as simple as it gets, and you'll want to start with this. As for defending against them... Well, the best way is by being observant, and it's not really practicing if you're expecting it. So instead I will be ambushing you with illusions from time to time to work on your observation skills." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "Even if I can't learn your specific style, Ma'am, just attempting should give me insight into various methods." Yari, after all, is nothing if not innovative. Music might run counter to her usual tactics, but she can see the benefits. "So, unravelling the mysteries of the Multiverse through song?" An ear and a vibrating horn catches those notes as she observes. Then, tentatively, she starts to practice them. She plays well enough, but it seems that managing both magic and playing is a bit difficult. Her first attempt has the glass of water turning /pink/! And bubbling. That bubbling's not an illusion. This will definitely require practice. "Nnn! Fair enough. I've been practicing observation and focus with Miss Kagenashi. It seems I'll...what's that phrase? 'Two chocobos with one magitek cannon'?" 

:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:''' "That cannot possibly be the phrase." Laer says, tsking. "But yes. I'll try not to interrupt your sleep or any important missions, at least, unless I feel like it." She'll state, looking over towards the glass. "It's probably worth mentioning that all my magic works off the same general principles, and that I'm one of the most gifted ever to come out of my school. Having any effect this early is generally considered impressive." She'll keep watching, at least, not demonstrating or assisting further unless specifics are requested. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "Probably. It wasn't exactly subtle." What /is/ she talking about? Yari nods swiftly. "I'll endure anything to become stronger, Ma'am!" Comes the woman with all of that soldierly enthusiasm. She's energetic for a ninja. The compliment has her blushing a little, but she doesn't comment. Her next attempt has the thing seemingly turn upside down in all defiance of physics. Frown. More playing, a missed note, and then it shatters. It seems that the act of changing things and manipulating magic, even in something like this, isn't beyond Yari. Control, however, is certainly a problem. "...I was going for the blood trick." A new glass of water. It becomes filled with an illusory turtle. "It's not too hard to force aether into music, but how do you control it? This seems so...how to put it, less permanent than when I use the land as a focus." 

:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:''' "Oh, there's your problem." Laer will state, giving a glance towards the shattered glass, not seeming too worried about it. "There's nothing at all permanent about it, at least until you're truly advanced, and even then it's just slightly lasting. You need to be able to adapt, to feel it out, and there's not really any teaching that other than talent and experience and practice. I can show you how to start, but you shouldn't be shooting for permanence. You should be trying for a temporary illusion, that you adapt as anything tries to disrupt it. Every note matters until you're much more used to doing displays like this." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari sighs a little, then focuses again. "Impermanence..." She mutters, listening to the elf's advice. She starts to concentrate more on the notes that forcing magic as she has been. There's less magic flowing from her now, less of the brute force she's been using, and slightly more finesse, if not outright control. The glass seems to wobble a bit, but it doesn't break, and the water ends up an off-white color. It's an improvement. Yari keeps trying, eventually producing some colors that may very well not technically exist. It's a water lightshow for now. No blood yet. 

:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:''' "Well, that's a little better. Just put in a few decades of work, and maybe you'll get it at this rate!" Laer says, encouragingly, having started to scribble down some notes and glancing up now and then. She won't correct Yari if Yari thinks the notes are about her; the elf is actually working on her next book, though, unless Yari goes disasterously awry in some way. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' A brow twitches. "...That wouldn't be too useful, Ma'am. The average Au'ra lifespan is sixty-five years." Mutters Yari, but then she's back to work! More notes, and the occasional glance to Laer's work. That water suddenly floats, and then, splashes. Right into Yari's face. Sigh. She gets a towel. Cue glass number four. "If nothing else, this will help my control." She adds more positively as she forges ahead! It'll be a long day from how much she's pushing herself, though it seems like she's running out of magic. 

:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:''' "There is that. Anyway, I'll be glad to show you more basics, once you happen to get good enough to do that. Anyway, I'm only eighty-five, so it's not like there's no hope for you to pick this up! And I only started learning when I was four or five or something." That's a little bit harsh to teach. "And I'll be seeing you about seeing through illusions, too. Don't worry; I won't hurt you if you fail." Also reassuring. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's brow twitches again, and she has to bite down the urge to hornbutt the elf. She's incredibly infuriating! "...How did your teachers tutor you, Miss Laer?" She asks suddenly. Hopefully not with such 'encouragement'! The last part gets a nod. "I'll look forward to it. Just nothing too embarrassing." She'd hate to be illusion'd and stuck upside down in some silly place, or dunked into a lake. Again. This time she almost gets it! It's more of a nailpolish red, but at least it's closer. 

:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:''' "I grew up in the school. I learned by living through a lot of lessons by a lot of teachers who weren't teaching me." Laer was an honest to god prodigy, and orphen, so her standards are a little strict. Unreasonable, even. "Still, I'll try to take into account that not everyone has that much talent. It really is good that you're getting any results at all. I was worried you wouldn't, and then I'd have to just leave." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The utter arrogance of this elf grates on the soldier. It's telling: clenched jaw, squinted brow, and how that glass is vibrating again as she pumps in too much magic. "It sounds like you've learned to improvise." Smash! With that last bit of 'assurance', Yari pumps the last of her magic into the glass. A sigh, and she shakes her head. "I think that's going to have to be it for now, Miss Laer, I need to recover my aether." She stands up, and bows deeply. "Thank you for the lesson, Ma'am, I'll look forward to your guidance. For now, how about I compensate you with dinner?" Cooking, at least, is one thing she has confidence in! 

:'''{{#var:353|Laer (353)}} has posed:''' "Out already? Ah, to be young again." Laer says, with a sigh. Even though she's actually quite young by elf standards, she's gotten away from that. "But I'll be seeing you, then, when the time comes." Either Laer hasn't noticed that she's grating on the ninja, or more likely she doesn't care. "I suppose I'll take you up on dinner. Let me get these fixed up." She'll whistle, and the glasses that had shattered will reform on the table. That's an illusion, of course. If Yari tries to grab them, they'll likely cut her. Laer's on her way out, though, so she won't even notice. 

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3215/Foxes and Focus

2015-10-20T19:11:16Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' As it turns out, Genbu is a freezing hellhole, at least to one used to tromping around on more seasonal weather. Yari's come to the appointed training area right on time, dressed in a series of cloaks over a thick kimono. Really, with the way she's dressed, she could probably fit right in aside from the blonde hair and dark skin. Maybe even with that. But if the freezing is getting to her scales and skin and causing her to shiver uncontrollably (it is on both counts) then her face doesn't show it. She might still be young and inexperienced, but the Garleans long ago put her through her paces. She knows discipline. When she arrives, she snaps a sharp salute. "Ensign Takane reporting, Miss Kagnashi, Ma'am!" She stands at attention, all business, taking refuge in her soldierly ways. 

:'''{{#var:85|Kagenashi (85)}} has posed:'''     Of all the lands of Azuma, Genbu is easily the most harsh. Most worlds have to endure the cold and death of winter for only a few months, but Genbu sits beneath it every single day. The sky shrouded by clouds even the day, the ground a thin marshland, the air frigid even beyond the snow-covered peak of the land's towering mountain. Ice floats down the rivers now and then; snowflakes drift down from the sky now and then.     But there is still beauty there. Among the occasional marsh trees are the brilliantly pink cherry blossoms that seem to have no place in the winter. Butterflies of many colors flutter among the rough flowers that grow in the wastes. Fireflies shine their lights, sometimes clustering on trees like constellations in the sky. Even in the cold, life endures.     Kagenashi is found sitting cross-legged on a rock beside one of the land's many streams, where only one or two trees grow from the earth overlooked by the distant, towering mountain of Genbu. Despite the weather, Kagenashi's still in her usual revealing outfit; more fitting for a summer or spring climate, but somehow not making her shiver even slightly in the chill wind. Munashi sits curled up at the ground beside her.     The nogitsune's mask is still over her face, but she obviously notices Yari's arrival. She doesn't move, instead just greeting the fellow Confederate in her ever-calm voice. "Greetings, Yari. I am glad you made it out here. I hope your journey was not too difficult?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari discretely has kept her magitek armlet on. Why? She wants pictures to show Sanary later. This place is beautiful. Plus it'll be nice to be able to appreciate it when she's not wondering if her tail is about to fall clean off. Yari looks to Kagenashi, for not the last time feeling out of place in the Multiverse. Here she is, all high strung and at attention, freezing, and Kagenashi is there in far less clothing than she is without a shiver to her entire body. For a moment, there's a pure look of curiousity, on just how the fox is able to do so. "It frankly was more difficult than I at first imagined. I've had basic wilderness and harsh weather survival training, but this is my first time in such a climate. Even Doma didn't get this cold in the winter. But I somehow found my way, Ma'am." Then, she finally sees fit to sit as well, tail curling up and dropping her supply pack off. If nothing else, the young ninja has come prepared in case she /did/ get lost out here. "Thank you for taking the time to train me. What's to be our itinerary?" She can guess on at least one part, given how darn cold it is. 

:'''{{#var:85|Kagenashi (85)}} has posed:'''     Munashi's head lifts to peer at Yari with gleaming silver eyes, watching the new arrival come in and settle down. Kagenashi, as always, doesn't move, staying right where she is even as Yari addresses her.     "You will not reach any real height in this training in a single evening," the nogitsune remarks serenely, "but we will at least start. There is much to cover, but the most important place to begin is in focus, patience, and alertness. From that seed grows every other skill."     Kagenashi takes a deep breath, then folds her hands in her lap. Her breath slips free from the mouth of her mask in a swirling fog. "You are cold. I assume you wonder why I am not, but if so, you are asking the wrong question. Assume that the most ideal spot to wait for your prey is the least comfortable; how do you believe you would endure remaining in that spot for hours on end?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari, at least, knows something about focus. She's lasered right in with those eyes of her on Kagenashi, hanging on the woman's every word. Nodding occasionally, her head giving a little tilt, she ponders it. Stalking a target, remaining calm and poised, is certainly the cornerstone of any assassin's repetoire. And admittedly, Yari was lacking in patience these days. Her emotions have been a bit of a mess. "Nnn...I suppose it would vary based on the individual. My Mother always mentioned letting go of distractions. I always needed to keep my mind active, so I always ran the mission details over in my mind to stay sharp." Adds Yari. "But in weather like this...I admit, it'd be difficult to remain focused enough, between simply surviving long periods of waiting and watching while being distracted by the constant freezing winds and numb limbs." Really, the cold numbs the mind as well. 

:'''{{#var:85|Kagenashi (85)}} has posed:'''     "And that, Yari, is why the freezing winds and the numb limbs do not exist."     Kagenashi's hand lifts to gesture toward Yari, a simple and elegant motion. "Some may adapt to make it impossible for cold to affect them; some may bundle up in warm clothing and keep themselves covered at all times. Indeed, the physical issues caused by the cold are worth considering, but they hardly matter if one works to keep attention on everything else."     Her hand moves, gesturing up toward the sky as a cool breeze slips through the trees. "Focus on what you choose to, for every possible moment could tell you what you need to know, and distraction with your discomfort may only cause something else to slip by you. The mission details may be important, but what about the way the wind is blowing? What if you miss the sound of an bow's string being pulled? What if you dismiss the bark of a dog as it tries to fend off a beast that has caught your scent?"     And back it goes, settling into her lap. "So what you will do now is sit there, in silence. Listen. Watch. Think of what every sound and scent and feeling could mean, and allow that to push aside your discomfort with the cold. And if you must...then act." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's utterly silent as she listens, blinking, and running it all over in her head. Focus on what you choose to. All this time, she's been using mental distractions to calm herself, but that too has made her weak in many ways. Flexibility and alertness. Slowly, some small spark of comprehension dawns. She closes her eyes, nods, and then opens them after clearing her mind. The way the wind rustles and disturbs the fabric of Kagenashi's clothing and her fox companion's fur. The sound of the wind, of falling cherry blossoms in the distance, and the sight of the elegant kitsune. Her gaze tracks the area, moving into trained motions. She surveys the land, quietly. Slowly, her shivering gets slightly less. A few more minutes of silence pass as she puts all of her focus into her surroundings, and she forgets the cold. She's still shivering, sensitive body compensating for the chill, but her mind and senses are on her surroundings entirely. It's almost as if the lizard is in a trance. The pain of the cold, though still there, is a distant spectre rather than a constant threat to her well being. And yet every muscle is tense, ready to pounce. She might be up to the task after all. 

:'''{{#var:85|Kagenashi (85)}} has posed:'''     Interesting...     Kagenashi is still, too. The nogitsune's clothing is disturbed by the wind, but she hardly moves...aside from a slight inching of her hand. Minutes pass - nearly an hour, maybe. It becomes difficult to tell after a while.     Munashi stands, then stretches. Her tail sways back and forth, and she pads around to Yari's side. The shadow fox looks up at Yari for a few moments, then slips down into a lazy curl once more-     A moment before one of Kagenashi's katanas is slipped free from its sheath, swung striaght for Yari's neck in a single swift movement. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's eyes continue to track. It's barely perceptible, that little motion of the nogitsune. The wind continues to rustle, her cloaks barely protecting her from the cold. But the young ninja did well in ensuring she wouldn't get frostbite, even after this long in the cold. She'd been expecting something far more physical, after all, and came prepared. There's a shadow fox that makes a move, and Yari's eyes flick. The sudden flash of a blade would have been utterly missed, if she hadn't been so focused, so lost in the details of her surroundings. Even a momentary hesitation would have cost her that pretty throat of hers, but as Kagenashi's blade flashes, Yari's hand moves. Metal meets metal as a kunai blocks the strike. The older ninja is likely a touch stronger than her, and so she simply deflects the blow with quite a bit of trouble. A leg kicks her up and behind the blade, an instinctual retaliation towards Kagenashi. A hard kick aimed for the shoulder before she gives a reasonable landing, pulled up into a defensive stance as she slides back a half foot from the force of the blade-strike from her newfound mentor. Her breathing is heavy, but she's still alert, far sharper in this instant than before. "I..." She mutters to herself. Any other time, and she would've been in trouble. 

:'''{{#var:85|Kagenashi (85)}} has posed:'''     Metal flashes, and Kagenashi shifts. A twist, enough that if that kick continued it would just miss. The nogitsune lingers for a moment, just long enough to assess the situation...and a small sound of amused satisfaction huffs from behind her mask.     "Well done."     Back to complete serenity, Kagenashi pulls her katana back, then slips it into the sheath at her arm until it clicks into place. She gives a steady breath, then folds her hands back into her lap. "You already show promise. You remained focused, and attentive. Your shivering stopped, as well; a quick learner, I have to admit."     Her legs unfold, and she rises up, straightening out her clothes. "Of course, you should still work at it. Practice; soon enough, it will come naturally. Centuries have allowed me the skill I have, but surely you will develop it in time."     Munashi slips over to coil around Kagenashi's legs as the nogitsune continues. "Every other skill develops from this. Such focus will draw your steps where they will make no noise. Your attention will keep you where the shadows are, and any wounds will fail to divert you. But, of course, a little guidance will help. What other skills do you already have?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' And thus Yari lands the most satisfying miss she's ever had in her life. After a week of seeing her beloved's home reduced to dust and her newfound 'freedom', it's the exact kind of thing she needed. To strive forward. To /improve/. That kunai of the lizard's flicks back into her clothing, and then she's sitting again, attentive to Kagenashi. "Thank you, Ma'am." She says, with pure militaristic humility. It'd do her no good to become overconfident. "With your permission, I'd like to train here for some time. The elements aren't ones I'm used to, and it might come in handy." Centuries. She blinks. She'd never live that long...naturally, of course. But it doesn't deter her after a moment. Kagenashi does get an odd look, however. What would it be like to outlive so many people? She straightens a bit. "My skills? Well, I was a soldier before I came upon my more...ah, traditional skills. Scouting, organizing troop movements, basic combat disciplines with rifles and blades." As for her other skills? "Spying, stealth, some basic methods of defeating locks. I've been looking for a tutor in defeating magical and more high-technology methods, but my training in the latter is...difficult to grasp, and the former I've yet to find a proper tutor. I also command a few of the traditional elements of Doman ninjutsu: lightning and water. I've yet to make much use of fire or wind, and the same with illusions." Comes the girl honestly. 

:'''{{#var:85|Kagenashi (85)}} has posed:'''     "More than the elements, little one," Kagenashi remarks, gesturing to the nearby river. "One may never know if a kappa lurks under the water's surface, ready to strike; or, perhaps, a ningyo, if you move closer to the ocean. Bands of namahage roam freely in the mountains, and you may even come across a satori, if you are unfortunate. Sit in one place in the wilderness for long enough, and danger will come to meet you. Endure here, and I am certain you will have experience for elsewhere."     Her arms fold behind her, then, as she waits for Yari to speak. She gives a short nod in response. "Fire, lightning, illusions...these I cannot teach you, for they come naturally to my kind. Still, I believe some of our allies may be able to do so. The Confederacy has many benefits, does it not?"     Again the nogitsune pauses, taking a moment for her thoughts to settle. "You will have to focus first. I can teach you greater precision with your blades later; precision and efficiency in your combat are necessary if you wish to be an assassin. Memorize where the most vital locations of your opponent are. Learn to adapt to armor, and learn how to gain an advantage where you have none. If your initial attempt fails, you must use that focus and attention to be quick and direct to finish what you have started." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari turns to the river, blinking. There's a slight lack of comprehension. Despite the similar trappings, she's not encountered the creatures, but she gets the jist of things. Deadly beings and creatures, and she /definitely/ needs to do more research. "Nnn! I'll keep that in mind Ma'am!" And be sure to bring plenty of grenades. She smiles a bit. "I...think I have contact or two in mind that can help with that." There's a few nods. "Precision, focus, alertness. I'll learn and perservere. I think I know of a few training simulations in the Citadel that would assist in that." Fighting in uncertain odds like those would do her well. She'd never been good at coming in unprepared against opponents. Then, once again, she settles into that same trance-like state of just listening to the world, practicing. Despite the chill, despite her worries, everything seems to fade away. She almost, for some time, feels one with the world. 

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3117/Knives and Shields

2015-10-20T19:09:26Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Deltech Holdings, located in the heart of Techno Urbania, is one of many megacorps supplying medicines and other such things to the Multiverse at large. They're not particularly choosey on matters of the war, either, offering them to anyone who's willing to pay their prices. The Confederacy made a contract, meds were distributed to a few villages, and three weeks later half of their population fell ill or died. And it's not just Confederate assets. Quite a few other places met the same fate, enough that the Union's information network would pick up on it. It's enough that the Union could arrest the board of directors. The Confederacy isn't interested in mere arrests. The Deltech's head office is about as generic as it comes, all steel and glass in a high-rise with a logo and a parking garage right next to it. The front doors are the rotating variety, and inside there's two metal detectors and four bored looking security guards with cyberarms and standard issue sidearms. Yari has a long coat over trim business casual blouse and slacks, a 'Xenogen IT Consulting' logo on the shirt. The hood is pulled up, if only to keep out the rain, and she has a briefcase with her. Pushing back the hood, she barely gets an odd look. There's people of all kinds here. She flashes a forged ID as one of the guards approaches her. "Hey. Here to see about the server issues on the top floor." There's a quick check, one of the security guards nodding. Yari passes through the metal detector without issue, the insulated briefcase keeping her 'cargo' well hidden. They don't even ask to check inside of it. One elevator ride later, and she's at her destination. Lines of spacious offices alongside a few utility closets and a big board room area make up much of the top floor where the company higher-ups do their work. Five targets in total to be arrested or killed. 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' The Union's moving in today, knowing that if they delay to act, their window of opportunity could vanish completely. Which is why Sir Gawain emerges from a Union transport van, a group of men with guns holding their position around it. His mission is to get in, get to the board of directors, and nonlethally retrieve them. His armor is already manifested, his sword at his side, as he eyes the security. They don't look like too much of a threat, though backup is here incase he needs it. "Golden Eagle, going on, over!" Gawain says to pretty much nobody, just feeling like saying it, because OFFICIAL OPERATION. And then, with a dash of his feet, Gawain /zooms/. Blade in hand, he's moving straight at the security guards inside, dashing through the doors...before knocking the blunt part into one on one side of him, and his empty hand into the chest of another, giving just enough force to nonlethally knock them back and hopefully out of his way. And as soon as he does that, he swivels to react, a genuine smile appearing on his face as he faces the other two guards. "Hello there! Can you point me to the board of directors?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari ducks into the ladies room, looking around. Empty. She hides in a stall, opening her briefcase, and assembling the silenced autopistol, then sneaks the concealable down down the back of her shirt. Adjusting her coat, making sure they're not visible, she then sets back out towards the office of her first target. It's generally empty right now, a large meeting going down below, leaving mostly the targets. But there's one rushing intern that nearly hits Yari. She frowns. "Oh, hi! You're with Consulting, right? Here, I'll show you to the IT closet!" A delay. Yari forces a smile and nods. "Lead the way." "Uhh...been doing this long? Nice scales by the way! Maybe we should go out for a drink some time..." the intern relentlessly flirts as she's lead to the IT closet. Close to her objective, but it's a delay. The two guards go flat to the ground as Gawain smashes the blunt of his blade into one, and a swat to the other guard's chest! One crashes through a lovely receptionist's desk, while the other ends up amidst a potted plant. The other guards, wide eyed, look at each other. "Elevator, top floor. Uhh. We don't have anything to do with it." The guard will walk Gawain to the elevator, and should his backup secure the building, they'll not have any resistance. The guard opens the elevator and slots a card, and leaves Gawain for the ride with tinny, annoying elevator music. It opens just as a flash of coat and tail walks out of a wiring closet, shuts the door, and rounds a corner towards an office. All of the offices have big golden nametags on them, but it looks like Gawain will have to catch up to that figure first. 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' Cooperative guards! You don't get much of those. Sir Gawain salutes the guard, skipping along to the elevator. Right as the elevator leaves, the Union forces are moving upwards to secure the building, as Gawain hums to elevator music. "The Golden Eagle has landed. No sign of the board of directors inside this elevator, over." He chuckles to himself, as the doors open...and he spots the reptilian tail...oh? What was that? The Knight dashes forward, needing to check if that creature he saw will be a threat or not! He rounds the corner, blade at his side, as he speaks up. "Hey, wait! Stop right there, this is the...well, I'm not actually the police, but stop!" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' After that flash of tail and coat goes Gawain, and he'd find a particularly familiar figure owning them. Yari Takane stands just in front of one of those golden-nametagged offices. Recognition dawns in her eyes even as she lights a smokebomb, mid-toss as she realizes just who's come to stop her. But it's only for a moment, and she chucks the ball of gas, the thing threatening to fill the area with blinding smoke and generally get in Gawain's way! Yari's quick to act, slamming into the first office bodily. But there's resistance as it opens right into her face, and a portly man in a business stumbles back. The two look at each other, but Yari reacts quicker, throwing herself at the man. She hasn't even drawn a real weapon yet, caught off guard as she is by Gawain's intrusion. There's the sound of a struggle inside the office! 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' As Gawain recognizes Yari, he stumbles for a second. He knew (maybe?) that she was a Confederate, but he was definitely not expecting her here today! As such, the smoke has plenty of time to cover the room, as Gawain's sight is blocked. He lights his sword in an attempt to burn the smoke away, but as soon as the struggle begins, he's on the move, following the sound to find the office and barge in. The door is knocked off its hinges as Gawain stumbles inside, stopping to point his blade at Yari as he is inside. He grins, though there's a hint of both confusion and disappointment in it. "Yari Takane! Hands off the businessman! Businessman, you're under arrest, by order of the Union! Yari Takane, you might also be under arrest! Come quietly...I would prefer not to have to fight!" Despite this, however, Gawain /is/ readying a defensive position, his blade ready to strike should he need to. "And if we must...I will not hold back!" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The ninja is definitely on edge. The last person she thought she'd fight was Gawain. She'd never think any member of the round table weak, even if the man comes across as a bit of a dork. The way he holds himself, that sword of his, there's no way he's faking any of it. There's a sad smile to Yari. "...If I had my way, that's how this would end. But I have orders, and the only way this is ending without violence is if one of us backs down. I'm not going to insult you by trying to get you to stand down. Besides. You obviously know these men are guilty." The rotund businessman, apparently trying to seize the opportunity, swings a chair at Yari. She gasps, ducks at the last moment, and swings a foot at the man's arm. The impact as she does a tumble in the air breaks the limb, and he goes flying against a wall, before Yari lands. IN that same instant, she draws a kunai, aiming to cut the businessman's throat. But this leaves Gawain enough time to try to take her down, or grab the businessman! "I'm not here for you anyway Mister Gawain." 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' Gawain sighs, before flinching as Yari is attacked. And then, he moves. Within his rapid movement, he extinguishes his blade, as he speaks quickly. "Even if they are guilty, that does not merit death! Everybody should have a chance to repent for their crimes, even them!" He almost wants to say 'even you', but for once, he stops himself. It's not the best time, and he doesn't battle psychologically. And then, his blade stops in front of the businessman's throat, trying to parry the kunai, as Gawain stops in front of Yari. The grin is still there, but much lessened, and there's a real determination in his eyes...a sad determination. He knows they have to fight, so he charges forward, hoping to get ground away from the man...and he slashes, though he aims to be nonlethal. If he can help it, absolutely no one will die here! 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "That's a fool's dream! Some people are too dangerous or hurt too many people to be allowed to live! Every second these men remain means they're a threat to innocent people who never took up a sword! I won't allow that even if it means going through you!" She counters back, eyes closing for that crucial moment as she tries to calm herself. Either she's trying to convince herself, or finally facing one of those she's come to think of as friends is almost too much for her resolve. She'd been having too many doubts about the Confederacy as of late, and it shows. That blade of Gawain's scratches across Yari's own, and the metal cracks against fairy-made materials. She's fast, but the swing and speed of Gawain has her flat footed. She dives towads the door, arm going up, and she's slashed across her should and chest. Landing into a rough roll, the agile ninja ends up on her foot and a knee, bleeding but not enough to be life threatening. She's watching Gawain far, far more closely now. He's more dangerous than she imagined. "...At least this won't be a boring fight." Her humor sounds hollow and forced even to her. She can barely enjoy this fight. From her coat, she pulls out four shuriken, and tosses the quartet in arcing patterns towards Gawain and the businessman. Magic flows from the ninja, and after quick handseals, those four shuriken multiply, becoming a wave of at least forty of the things! The ones aimed at Gawain seem to target limbs and shoulders rather than anything vital, disabling shots, but the ones going for the businessman are far more malicious. Can Gawain save the cowering man? 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' "Then a fool I am!" Sir Gawain may understand her words, but he doesn't ever want to be the kind of person who agrees with them. And for that, he'll always fight that ideal where he can. He takes a deep breath, and resolves himself to stop her here. He puts all of that into his strike, and he is not going to back down here. And then, she tosses her counter-attack. Gawain has only a split second to think, but his reaction is truly instinctual. He moves quickly...stopping in front of the businessman, ready to take the brunt of every shuriken. His armor should stop a fair amount of them, but he knows this is going to hurt. His blade moves quickly to hit any that may arc around and pierce the fat man. And once the kunai have all struck, he's taking another breath, and focusing his prana to continue fighting. And then, despite the pain, he dashes forward, igniting his blade in flame and striking at Yari's legs and arms rapidly, attempting to burn them and stop her from moving. Over his radio, he's telling the soldiers to move for the rest of the businessmen up there, and to avoid the office he's in. "I won't kill you, but I won't let you get away with this, either! I cannot in good conscience allow you to succeed!" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's already drawn another weapon as Gawain takes the blows of the sharp instruments, parrying those that dare slice towards the Businessman! By the time he's finished, the man has passed out, but he's otherwise unharmed. The room, however, is covered in shuriken. Gawain might have to watch his feet. That burning blade lashes out, and even Yari isn't fast enough to evade it all. That purpose gives fluidity that the ninja lacks for all her grace and quickness. A strike to her arm slices across her Magitek gauntlet, ripping it off as ceruleum leaks between the pair of them. The next strike sends sparks flying, her legs and tail burning, and she muffles a scream as she bites down on her own hand. Then she pulls it out, and aims a hard, hard kick towards the man's stomach. "GET DOWN!" She howls to Gawain. She's tried to kick his armored form towards the relative safety of that heavy desk where the businessman has hid behind. Then, the ceruleum motes catch flame, and resulting explosion sends Yari flying out the door into a crumpled heap. She coughs, gags, and there's definitely horrible burns from the unintended damage. But with a shaking limb, noting the incoming soldiers, she tosses something round at them! A flashbang grenade! "Rejoice! A better man that you'll ever be preserves your disgusting existance!" Screams the delirious ninja in spite at the cause of all this before she's shoving herself to her feet, leaving a trail of blood to follow her. By now, two of the executives have made tracks, leaving two unaccounted for. The mission's already a failure, but Yari is relentless in pursuit of her goals. Pulling out her gun, she spies the shadow of a cowering businessman in the non-empty office three doors down, and simply starts pouring bullets into it in haste. Crude, but effective. 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' Gawain moves as he's kicked back, leaping behind the table. But as the gauntlet explodes, all he can do is cry out, "Yari!". This is wrong. This shouldn't be happening, but bad things happen all the time. The knight's eyes begin to get a bit wet, as he shakes his head and stands up, dashing right over the flashbang as it explodes, disorienting him as he stumbles out the door and into the wall across from it. He's signalling on his radio again, this time to surround the elevator. He doesn't expect Yari to take it, but it's still a worthwhile precaution. "Yari...stop fighting. If you surrender, you will be protected. ...If you try to flee, I won't chase you. But I will fight! This may be your job...it's mine too! As a knight, I protect the people! All of them, no matter how paradoxical that is! Even you!" Sir Gawain is flinching, bleeding, in pain, but he means his words. If she leaves, he'll let her. But if she fights, he will fight too. And to prove it, he dashes forward, going to slice at her arm holding the gun. The blade is no longer on fire, but it's still a powerful blade, and he just wants this over. He doesn't know how long he could hold this, or keep together, and he doesn't really know if he'd survive a long drawn-out battle with her. But he knows she doesn't want this either, and that's why he refuses to kill her. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' As the men take point, they've got a majority of the businessmen covered! The only one truly in danger now is the one that Yari's putting her efforts into ending. And in desperation, she at least manages that much. A kicked open door, and as the man hesitates, she hucks a grenade in with her tail. Even Gawain's stumbling doesn't mean she can get away from him. She tries to dance aside, but catches her ankle, and down GAwain's blade goes. Her gun is sliced apart, her wrist slashed, and her arm falls useless beside her. She trips, rolls towards the glass outer windows, and grows still for a moment. "...I know. I can see it in your eyes. That's been your life's work, Saber's work. Protecting people." She shakes her head. "You're a shield, Gawain, to protect innocent people and to stand in the way of those who would take the lives of others. But just as you are a shield, there are knives seeking the backs of others. I'm that knife. Someone like me doesn't bring honor to themselves, they bring it to those they represent. All the little dirty work that keeps any kingdom or Empire running." A deep, sad sigh. "You can't protect me from my own nature. A knife's only use is cutting." Then, with a deep breath as her vision wavers, she steels her nerves. A quick series of handseals, and she gets to work! The veins in her face pulse, her eyes go bloodshot, and pure strength flows into her veins as she shoves magic into her weary muscles. Leaping backwards in a blurr of magic-fueled motion, she crashes from the skyscraper, beginning to fall towards the earth. Even for her it'd be a fatal landing were she to somehow not save herself. 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' As the grenade rolls, and Yari moves, Gawain dashes...but it's too late. She's already leaped, and as he realizes this, the grenade detonates him, knocking him to the ground, the businessman dead. The Knight just lies there for several minutes, before finally rising to his feet, and standing to look out the window. And then, he sadly parts, the mission a failure for both sides today. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Whump! Yari lands. But not on the streets. A last minute grab from her coat, a light pneumatic hiss, and her grappling hook sends her flying towards another building. It's not a nice landing: she tumbles, cracks her head against the hard concrete, and lays there dazed. She tries to tell herself that she's crying because of the pain, and not what occured tonight. 

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3107/The Horrors of Illusion and Healing

2015-10-20T19:06:07Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' There's no shortage of villages that put Yari at ease in the Asian Plains. Her mission? Steal an important scroll full of ninja secrets from an obscure clan of ninja. Hidden amidst forests and traps, Yari barely managed to get her way in even with every skill she had, past the normal citizens, and into the shinto shrine that makes up the lair of ninja. It had been too easy. Stealing away with the scroll, she made it past the village, and to a neighboring one. The big scroll in her pack, walking around like a normal traveler, the Au'Ra only notices something wrong by the time she's at the inn of the town during the middle of the night. Despite being able to walk right in, there's no sign of an innkeeper. Normally, that would set her off, but the sheer stress and magic she's been forced to use has made her weak and wary. And so, she fell into a bed, closing her eyes. When they open, there's a tall, willowy asian woman in a white kimono with an oddly warm smile on her face as she pulls a small beaded necklace back to her hand. Nothing restrains Yari, but her entire body feels heavy. The ninja, thankfully, had been smart enough to hide the stolen scrolls beneath the planks of her room's floor. The white-clad woman leans over, and gently strokes her cheek with a matronly look. "Poor, poor little spy. Sent for such a task. But it's alright. Falling to Suki's ninjutsu isn't something to be ashamed of. Just give me the scrolls back, and I'll let you live as a servant to the Genso family. It won't be a bad life." She promises, her blue eyes locked onto Yari's own. She manages to weakly call out a name, her radio offering a set of coordinates in the rustic, strangely empty village. "San...ary!" When Sanary arrives, she'll find a far more grisly sight: men and women of the village, all seemingly having killed themselves, or fallen afoul of each other in a sudden chaotic murder spree. Shocked faces all abound, and the residues of ninja magic lay everywhere. Powerful magic at that. And it all points to the inn where Yari is trapped! Nor is all well: shadows in the darkness seem to form, of white-kimono'd figures lashing out! These mere shadows alone don't do much damage, but they catch from the least expected angles, and there's dozens of them! Can Sanary weather this illusive ninja assault? 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''           Sanary hasn't been expecting this week to be any more relaxing than the others. After that mess at Brockton Bay, she's just glad to have a small reprieve! At least, until she gets that distress call and those coordinates. A clearer look at the name and replay of the voice, and... Well.      She can take a break later. The healer arrives in the village looking ready to take on an army on her own: She's got her heaviest armor on along with her gunaxe, charge blade, bell, and a satchel full of thermoses attached to her back and sides in various places.      She's also striding into the village with a giant floating manta ray behind her. Tellingly, those bodies don't really even bother her too much. If those bodies hadn't been there before, she certainly looks as if she'd be ready to put them there now. Being so focused on that path to the inn does work against her, however, and she's caught off guard by those kimono'd figures. The healer staggers a bit as the multitude of attacks find the weak points in her armor, drawing blood, and it doesn't look like she's even trying to avoid them!      Not that she really plans to, anyway. She can heal it off later! "Take care of the stragglers!" She barks out an order to Forneus, the manta ray nodding once before hanging back a bit to ready ice blasts at anything that comes near it or tries to escape. The healer, meanwhile, whips that bell forward in a (mostly) smooth motion, fumbling with the instrument a bit before channeling energy into it and swinging it around her in a wide arc. Those swings send powerful shockwaves out around her, and the healer seems hellbent on doing more damage to everything around before they can take her down. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's eyes have rolled into the back of her head at the invasive illusions being forced into her. Sweat rolls down her cheeks, her breath heavy, quivering as she fights against the other ninja. "Shhh. Why fight? Doesn't it...hurt?" The enemy ninja shoves a thin needle into one of Yari's fingers, right into the bone. Her scream of pain echoes throughout the inn, and nearby, only giving Sanary more direction. Four more needles slam down in turn. The illusory clones fall to the Forneas' icey blasts, rendered to mere smoke. The last group of the distractions are utterly ended as Sanary rings her bell, causing a minor earthquake to flow through the ground! They all poof, and better still, the Inn proves it isn't exactly up to code. It shakes, rattles, and the torturing ninja scowls. "...You have allies? They'll fall to me too!" She places a hand on Yari's forehead, and then she's up, quivering in pain with every movement of her body. An arm from the white-clad ninja, and she's being shoved forward with a kunai to her throat. Up the stairs, the ninja waits with her ensorcelled target, Yari's eyes wide and breathing as though lost in a torturous nightmare. Images of old battlefields run through her mind, dead friends, and old phantom pains assaulting her as she relieves the very worst times of her life over and over. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Letting the healing energy course through her as she continues onwards to the inn, Sanary keeps the bell gripped firmly in that same hand while reaching for the shield. Forneus follows not too far behind the Confederate, although it's clear that he's content to stay further behind. He's not nearly as durable, after all!      Or angry. Sanary is very, /very/ angry right now. So angry she's... Looking eerily calm by the time she actually gets to the inn. Sure, it's a little hard not to stomp holes through the floor as she's ascending, but it's not like she's going to pay for any of it. Plus, she's got bigger things to worry about.      And once she's up there? She's swapped the shield with the blade, and her calm anger fades in favor of concern briefly when she spots Yari with that pained look in her eyes. It fades quickly, however, as that focused glare is aimed right at that white-clad ninja moments later.      "You. One chance. Give her back and I make it quick." She doesn't even wait for a response before starting to move forward already, fully intending to close the gap between them instead of giving any space for a dramatic staredown.      Forneus, meanwhile, just waits outside. He's not about to fit indoors, anyway. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "Ah-ah! Get too close, and this cute little lizard loses her pretty voice! It screams so well, you know?" Comes the ninja, almost predictably backing up, using Yari as an Au'Ran shield! "Maybe if you tell me where the thing she stole is, I'll give her back." From the tone of her voice, it's unlikely, even if Yari was able to give Sanary that information right now. Then the white-clad ninja narrows her eyes. Her free hand moves, and then for a moment, the world shimmers. Forneus might detect magic in the air. The stairs suddenly seem impossibly long for Sanary. No matter how fast she runs or walks, how many steps she takes, each one makes the distance between Sanary and Yari longer. Every footfall heavier, each more difficult. Yari's eyes grow frightened with every step that draws them away from one another. "Sa...nar...y! Help me! Please..." Comes Yari's voice, weak, pathetic. And then the ninja laughs, and runs that blade across Yari's throat. The dark-skinned Au'Ra falls down the stairs as if in slow motion, an agonizing tumble that descends before Sanary, only to land in a crumble right next to her. Her eyes stare into Sanary's as the light slowly fades in them. "Why...why didn't you..." She mutters, gurgling with her throat cut, before she grows still. The light around the gunaxe-wielding Confederate seems to fade with the life in Yari's body, slow enough to be pure torture. A white-clad figure, her powers so focused on one individual, fails to note the sudden gasp from Yari as her senses slowly return to her. A kunai is raised, and swung down towards Sanary's face, only to hit flesh. The Au'Ra tumbles forward, that knife embedded in her single good hand, blood splattering across Sanary's cheek before there's a dull thud behind her. "Tch. Must have been lovers or something. Too bad. You die here, brave warrior." The ninja pulls out another kunai, ready to deal with Sanary in turn. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Yeah... No." Sanary's definitely not in the mood to talk or even exchange witty banter, it seems! She's just marching forward with her weapons in hand, staring DEATH and DESTRUCTION at the white ninja despite the distance appearing to just get longer. How is that even possible? Whatever it is, the healer's not all that concerned as long as she can eventually get there and pound the woman's face in!      She does halt when she sees Yari coming her way with that gash in her throat, however, and her eye widens in shock as the Au Ra tumbles closer. Catching Yari, there's actual fear in her eye as she cradles the Au Ra, desparately directing healing magic into that wound to try and keep her alive.      "Come on... You're tougher than this! You can't just..." She trails off when it appears that her lover has died, and the healer just kneels there with a bewildered look on her face. How could she have failed in /another/ rescue mission already? And with someone that actually mattered to her, no less? Sanary doesn't snap out of her trance even as the Forneus tries to blast ice through a window, trying to get the healer's attention.      It's not until that slash to the cheek, the warmth of the blood spilling down her face, and the sound of Yari landing behind her that she's finally brought of it. The healer hurries over to the Au Ra to direct even more healing energy into her neck, not looking clearly enough to see if it was even there in the first place. After a few moments, she gets back up with her eye focused on the ninja once more.      Sanary doesn't respond with any words, though. The only evidence that she's even angry at this point is her resumed marching, her silent fury propelling her forward with the blade in hand and the shield left behind with Yari. Her movements are a little different than before, however: Her movements are much more efficient in bringing her forward as quickly as possible, no doubt the result of their training together! Except instead of trying to avoid potential incoming blows, her intent is primarily to just go through the ninja instead, armor and weapon and all.      And yet, the blade doesn't appear to be aimed towards anything that would be considered a vital organ... 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The initial healing magic fades to nothingness, at least until Sanary finds the true Yari falling her way down the stairs. There's definitely bruises and a fractured bone or two from the hard landing, but there's no wound to her throat. Still, the healing helps, and eventually opens her eyes as the spell upon herself is broken. The white ninja, eyes wide, stumbles backwards. "...You...how did you manage to break my spell!? Get away!" She screams, starting to run up the stairs from the force of nature that is an angry Sanary. She might have the speed to get away. But something sharp slices across her ankles, and she falls to her knees. Yari's tail is straight, a kunai slamming into the wall behind the ninja. "I...believe in you...Sanary." Yari mutters, before she devolves into pained gasps. But she's alive. The ninja stumbles, and with Sanary looming, the all she can do is put up her hands, and quickly lose her right hand to that weapon falling upon her, and then into her shoulder! She screams aloud! Despite the blood, it seems, the fallen ninja is going to do little more than writhe and try to kick at Sanary. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Relief washes over Sanary as Yari speaks up, some of that dread fading from having seen her lover die so easily after her own failure. Not all of the dread fades, of course, as that image continues to linger in her mind, repeating and repeating as a constant reminder of what could have been had she not been under the effects of a spell and still failed that same way.      Here, though? That reminder only serves to fuel her simmering rage at that ninja, and that opportunity given to her by Yari does not go to waste. Driving that blade in, Sanary leans in close to that ninja's face and grins darkly. "You said I was going to die here. So do it."      After she says that, a strange thing happens. The 'healer' lives up to her name as healing energy starts to flow from her hand past her weapon and into the ninja's arm. Assuming she's not some sort of ethereal being, it could even heal that wound with the blade still inside! Then she rips it back out, and thrusts it at the ninja's other shoulder. Then she heals it again. More ripping. More healing. Once to the legs. Once again with healing. An armor-covered forearm scraping back and forth against the ninja's face. More healing.      MEANWHILE, Forneus actually manages to wriggle his way into the stairway, halfway floating and halfway stuck with his massive wingspan next to Yari. "Shall we be off, madam? She... May be here a while."      Sanary opens up her satchel to pull out one of the five thermoses. Inside each one? Ether for magic restoration. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The ninja is healed, blade still in her arm, and she howls as it's ripped out. Her hand goes for a kunai. Again, a strike, and she drops it. Then the wound is sealed. One more strike. She falls unconscious momentarily, only for the healing pain and another strike. Her legs. And then her pretty, pretty face. The poor ninja is left somewhere between awake and unconscious, her entire world pain. She's begging at first. Even that just devolves into screams. Yari, shaking off the nightmares, finds her arm around Forneus. "No. Up the stairs first." She offers weakly, trying to use him as a flying crutch. Once they get near Sanary and her victim, there's a cold glance to the ninja. Yari's not one for torture, but being assaulted by her worst nightmares, then turning the same on her love? "...Normally I'd toss you a blade to end it all with. But you earned this." Then she makes her way to the room, picks up that hidden set of scrolls, and she's slowly trumping back down. An awkard pause near Sanary. "...Take your time. Ergh...meet back up in the Citadel when you're done. Sanary. Thank you." Despite the no doubt copious blood, she leaves with a kiss to the other woman, weak and spirit-sundered as she is. Mission dubiously accomplished. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Forneus hesitates for a moment before complying, bringing Yari up as best he can. Who knows how he even flies being a freaking manta ray with a tiara? Such are the mysteries of the Multiverse.      Sanary doesn't even notice those scrolls being picked up right away, only looking over when she hears Yari coming back down towards her. "Will do. Don't worry. I'll make sure to bring her back alive." She smiles faintly at that blood-soaked kiss, reaching upwards briefly to put some more energy into both Yari and the demon before sipping more of that ether. One thermos down, four to go!      By the time all is said and done, the ninja's wrists will have been forcefully healed to the front of her face, and her knees attached to her chin. Unfortunately for her, she hasn't been killed yet.      That really is for Yari to decide. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The ninja, at the end, is just a whimpering creature horridly pulled into a ball, barely able to speak. Yari scoffs. Unfortunately for the ninja, she put Yari Takane in a bad mood. They need more intel on whatever scrolls that village might have. And after this, they both might need a punching bag. 

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3014/Knight of the Sun Soldier of the Moon

2015-10-20T19:04:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' It's just past noon in the village of Dun Realtai. Villagers go about their day, the hard working people hardly slacking even after such a bountiful harvest! If anything, they're invigorated. The attitude is infectious, and in a large clearing near the walkway to the Castle proper, one Yari Takane has set up a small training area. Several archery targets have been festooned with kunai and shuriken. A training dummy shows signs of having been sworded several times. Right now? Yari seems to have moved on from physical fighting, into more mystical methods. Another training dummy, covered in what looks to be a fire retardant sheet, is being eyed by the ninja-ess. She's in a more casual uniform today, a sleeved red leather top with her rank insignia on it, and a pair of fitted black pants fading into boots. The woman has her eyes closed in concentration. Magic lightly wafts from her as she makes handseals, before sucking in a breath. "Katon!" Then she blows out a fireball. Unfortunately, it doesn't quite zoom to its target, falling a foot away. Seems she chose the clearing for a reason, as it only stays lit for a few seconds. The mix of sand and dirt liberally packed in the area makes for a quick snuffing as Yari hurriedly dumps sand atop it! "...Still inaccurate. Concentrate, Centurion! Your mother could hit a fly with one of those!" She chides herself, frustration in her voice. 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' Meanwhile, some villagers had saw the fire, and not knowing that Yari is training, alerted Sir Gawain who was making his rounds. Moving at a decently fast pace, but not rushing himself just yet, the knight heads for the clearing, whistling as he works. Though, as he gets closer, and notices what is going on, he relaxes completely, due to it atleast being less dangerous than his cooking. "Ah, hello there, Lady Takane! Training, I see?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's so busy ensuring she doesn't start an actual fire in the village that she doesn't notice Gawain at first! Probably a rare thing for the man! She actually jumps a bit, and lets out a little 'eep!'. She turns around, looking somewhere between a kid who's been caught in the cookie jar, and embarrassment. "Mister Gawain!" She states sharply, immediately slipping into formality, throwing a salute and standing at attention. It lasts for a little bit before she finally calms herself down. "Ah, yes. I do so every day, Sir." She starts. She's silent a moment, and then actually smiles a bit. "I want to surpass my Mother in skill and technique. You...wouldn't know anything about fire-based magic, would you?" Gawain doesn't strike her as a mage, but she's been wrong before. 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' Sir Gawain is used to being noticed, probably because he's so loud most can't help but spot him. However, it's not something that bothers him when he doesn't! "As long as you're being careful, that's good, because then Sir Bedivere won't get mad at either of us!" Sir Gawain grins, and he looks more like a dork than a serious knight of the people. "You remind me of me when I was your age..." Gawain replies to Yari, before pausing and staring at himself. "Wait, I'm not /that/ old!" The knight admonishes himself, before getting a brighter grin on his faec when Yari asks about magic. "Ooh...I'm not a mage, I'm afraid...but I /can/ do this!" In a second, Excalibur Galatine is summoned to his hand. And then, with a flick of a wrist, the blade is set alight, burning brilliantly. "Excalibur Galatine, my most faithful blade, the sister-blade of my king's own. What do you think?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The mere mention of Bedivere has the formality of the girl breaking a moment, an irritated little hiss drawn out. Her tail flicks and waves in aggitation. She could really Katon a picture of the man right about now. Still, she calms down. It's hard to be mad around Gawain, even when he gives her fire breath. "Of course. I wouldn't want any of the people here being hurt." Comes yari, quite seriously. There's affection in her voice. Seems the Centurion has come to admire the locals and Elites alike. She can't help it. She laughs a bit. "You are far too young looking to say things like that, you know?" It feels odd to smile so much. She does blink, and then he's summoning Galatine! She hops back on reflex, as the sword alightes. Then she's right up to it, eyes burning in curiousity. "Amazing! I knew Servants were aetheric creatures, but just summoning a blade of that quality..." She seems to consider his question quite seriously. "It looks like a fine blade. May I?" She offers her hand here. Still, he did spark a question of her own. "Mister Gawain, could I ask what it was like in the Round Table? I've heard a lot of Miss Saber, but, I'm curious about how all of you lived. Every member I've met has been skilled." 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' Sir Gawain seems confused, and slightly sad about Yari's reaction to Sir Bedivere. "Do you not like Sir Bedivere? He is a bit cold in demeanor, but he truly means well, and despite his caution, there are few others I would gladly give my back in battle." Sir Gawain nods happily to Yari's care for the people, as he replies to her next comment. "I am flattered, Lady Takane! I guess 1400 years doesn't wear much on me!" Technically, his body is only 30, but, whatever. And then, with an affirmative nod, he hands his blade to Yari. "Be careful with it, it's my only holy sword!" The Knight of the Sun grins, seeming to trust her holding it. However, about a minute after it leaves his grasp, the flame will vanish, and Yari will be incapable of relighting it, no matter what she tries. "It's fueled by my own magical energy, which means only I can use it's strongest capabilities!" But Yari's final question puts Sir Gawain into thinking. It's short, and the grin afterwards is his largest one yet. "The Round Table was, even more than the knightly order that protected Camelot from its worst enemies, a family. We squabbled like any other family, but we could trust each other's backs any time. We sat at a table, which was round, when we would talk about our duties, with no man the head of the table. We were equals, yet, all of us were united by our bond with the King." Well, he doesn't actually mean 'all of us', but it's super close. "And the adventures, well, they've already told stories about them!" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari frowns a bit, scowling really. "Correct. He is cold, aloof, and if it were not for these 'Virtues' he would likely have tossed me out ages ago. It's mutual. It seems for some reason he has a dislike of the Empire, and he seems to believe I intend to poison the people of the castle. Banned me from the kitchens." That last part seems to have been the snapping point, from the angry shudder it runs through Yari. She mutters unflattering things under her breath. "...But I will admit, his concerns aren't without reason." The blade is taken, carefully. It's a bit heavy for her, and her arm tenses to hold it. But she does so with reverence: there's something about this blade that feels special, even to her. She steps back, and works through several kata, getting a feel for the weight and length. She overextends herself at first, but quickly compensates. When she finishes, it's offered back hilt-first. "It...this might sound strange, but it feels unlike a sword made by humans. There's energy in it. It, well, reminds me of the warmth of a morning's sun rising. It feels like a blade used for others." She shakes herself out of her sudden blade-philosophy. "Too heavy and long for me though. I prefer lighter and easily hidden ones." She chuckles a bit, finding herself smiling. "That sounds wonderful. If I hadn't met Saber, I'd laugh. It sounds like it shouldn't work. A military should be organized, strict, and with a clear chain of command." Her head tilts. "But it sounds like you made it work. I wouldn't know what to do with a rank structure like that, but, I'm learning that Camelot was a very different and strange place. I wish I could've visited." "I've read a few. Some of them I have difficulty believing." She tilts her head though. "You're very friendly for a knight. Saber of course is friendly, but there is that...steel to her. You seem more alive. Why? Was it something about your childhood?" She rubs her head. "I've come to love this place, and I think to love Miss Saber in an odd way, despite being on the opposite side of a war. There's something about her, about you Knights that draws people in." She's rambling now. "One day I want to see my home like this. It might sound strange coming from a conqueror, but I'd like to see villages like this spring up where there's no worries over Eikons and other beasts devouring and enslaving people." 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' "I do not know of your world, or what you have done. I cannot judge you based on second hand knowledge, so I will not. However, I do want you to know that the reason Sir Bedivere is like this is because he has always been the king's top marshal. Her safety was always his highest concern, and Dun Realtai has fallen into that. It does not mean you are awful! It means that whatever actions you have done are not ones he would like here, and he is overcautious. I hope that makes sense!" Gawain has no clue if it does, and that was a bit wordy, even for him, but it does show a surprising intellect to him that does not come out often. Indeed, he was never unintelligent, just...odd. Sir Gawain watches intently, before proudly taking his blade back. And then, it dematerializes, gone like it was never even there. "It wasn't! It was granted to me by the Lady of the Lake, and it is holy in nature. It is not a blade man could replicate, and it is indeed a blade for others. To me, using Galatine selfishly...would using it against its very nature." He laughs in response to Yari, though, nodding. "It's not a blade for just anybody!" Sir Gawain nods, his smile contemplative. "I can't say I knew exactly how it worked. I believed it was a common bond, a love for the world, and a loyalty to our country. Camelot was a glorious place! Its fall was devastating...and it will be truly missed, forever." The knight then quickly changes the subject, as it seems the Fall of Camelot is not his favorite. "Oh! My stories are the best, though they're not all true! I mean, yes, I met the Green Knight, and I fought terrifying monsters, but...I had no idea where I was going with this, actually!" The knight laughs, slightly confused. "Cheer is essential for morale! If everyone's sad or grumpy all the time, who will cheer you up in the times of need? Somebody needs to heat up those hearts!" Sir Gawain grins brightly, turning his head to look around the area. "The king is like no other king I've met, and I find that a good thing. She does not see herself as a ruler, or above the people, but she sees herself as serving the people. Her every action has her thinking about how it will affect others, and she radiates this hope and pureness throughout her every deed! I personally try and always do her proud, and serve her until death...perhaps honor is just an attractive quality?" "But I would say, for her atleast; she is most definitely chivalry personified." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari considers, and it echoes much of Saber's words. "No, no. Actually, Miss Saber said similar things, though...not in quite those words. I'm not exactly proud of a lot of the things I do. I'd rather be like you and her. But someone has to do all of those nasty, horrible things that ensure wars end up as small ones, or put people who abuse their authority to rest. For better or worse I have a talent for those kinds of things. So better that someone who was raised to do so take that burden of guilt than to let it fall to someone else." Oddly, despite all but admitting she's an assassin, there's a certain pride here. She might not exactly like what she does, but she knows its necessity and is utterly convinced it has to happen. Still, there's the smallest lingering doubt in her voice. Being around so many forthright and chivalrous people, alongside the things she's seen from the Confederacy certainly cause doubts in her, however small. A sigh. "I guess sometimes I just wish we'd all have ended on the same side. Fighting Miss Saber, while I'd love it, I'd hate it too, if that makes sense." Still, the man manages to draw her out of a growing funk with words and that smile. "It suits you. Bright, if a little overdone. 'Knight of the Sun' was your nickname, right? I can see why." Yari opens her mouth, then closes it. She simply nods as she notes the subject change, rather than digging at old memories. From the sounds of the radio, he's been through a lot these past days. "Correct! Maintaining optimal morale is indeed an essential part of any army!' Comes the woman, slipping back into her own militant nature. "You would make an excellent morale officer." She's suddenly reminded of her own. The similarities are a little much, and she stifles an outright giggle. "I think you're right. The only other person I've seen that feels so.../right/ to someone like me is Lord van Baelsar. Though not in the same way." She considers, and turns, already packing up her training equipment. She's definitely looking thoughtful. "I should get this all packed up. Should be around the time when the little ones start playing outside." She mutters, then nods to Gawain. "Help me pack up. In return, lunch is on me. I'd like to learn more about you if that's alright, maybe share stories about Hydaelyn." Offers the woman. Free lunch! 

:'''{{#var:533|Sir Gawain (533)}} has posed:''' Sir Gawain doesn't say much, though he does say, "While I cannot condone it...if you know that it is wrong, and you truly wish it didn't have to be this way...I can respect that, to an extent!" Perhaps in the past, he wouldn't have said such things. But he's seen some very dark things recently, without anyone having remorse for them. The fact that she does, in a way, makes him feel better. "I was indeed the Knight of the Sun! The sun herself favors me, and I favor her back. It's a beautiful thing, isn't it?" His grin is radiant, as he nods joyfully about being an excellent morale officer. In a way, he kind of already fulfills that role. Already moving to help her pack things up, the Knight replies happily. "It would be my pleasure, Lady Takane! I hope that, despite our differences and sides, that we can still perhaps be friends, or if not that, even just neighbors. After all, hope is the most important thing on the battlefield." 

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3081/Aching Feet and Reassuring Words

2015-10-20T19:03:10Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' It's always bad when Yari hears that Sanary was seriously injured. But rumors she lost a /foot/ to the whole ordeal has made the ninja literally sneak her way into the medical area with all due haste. Thankfully having Elite-level clearance helps. When she's into Sanary's room, every pretense of stealth is dropped as she looks about for her bedloved warrioress. "Sanary? Are you awake?" There honest-to-Emperor fear in her voice. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary's definitely not looking like she's in the best shape she's ever been in. Bandages all over her arms and torso, one around her head, and her left leg is propped up in a nice, thick cast.      Still better than her right, at least. That's the one the foot came off of! Needless to say, she's still a little woozy-lookng even while laying in her bed in medical. Not enough to skip doing homework, but she definitely isn't going to be heading out to fight anyone else tonight.      Thankfully, the ninja coming her way isn't coming to kill her! She even grins brightly when Yari comes in, trying to look as if nothing's bothering her at all. "Eh? Oh! Hey, Yari. New room tonight, in case you were wondering. Ah... Little cramped, but at least I don't gotta get my own food."      She laugh, then winces slightly and rubs her side (also bandaged). "S-so. What's up?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's eyes are wide, surveying the damage. That foot...Her jaw sets, and then she forces a smile, walking over and sitting down by Sanary. She reaches over to take, and squeeze the other girl's hand. "Hey." She says at first, gazing into Sanary's eyes. She tries to look strong for her. She needs it. "I'll get you anything you need." She responds quickly. Her tail's now holding onto Sanary's hand too. Pat pat pat lizard tail! "I'm checking up on you. And you're terrible at hiding how you feel, Sanary." Scoot scoot scoot, and then she offers a hug. "Tell me what happened. I'm here for you, Sanary. And I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you get healed up or we find a replacement." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Aw. Thanks. But I'm fine, really. Although if you know how to algebra..." Sanary gives one of those books a light nudge before giggling softly in appreciation (and mild delirium), eventually reaching over with her free hand to pat Yari's tail. It's a thick math workbook, opened to a page containing somewhat basic triangles.      She's working on it, at least!      "Is it that obvious? Mm..." Sitting up slowly, Sanary's actually moving fairly easily aside from the occasional wince, and she takes the offer easily via nearly dropping into Yari's arms.      "So there's this new Confederate, right? Name's Linne, needed help rescuing her master. Long story short, the guy holding her hostage did some.. Weird teleporting thing, and I fell at a helicopter. Totally kicked the helicopter's ass, though." She laughs and winces again, a more somber look settling onto her face seconds later. "Never did find the lady's master, though. So... Mission failed. Nn."      That last part seems to be eating her quite a bit. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "Plenty, actually. But you have more important things than homework right now." As the girl falls into her arms, Yari hugs her close, warm and those scales are soft. She listens quietly, nodding at several points, and then she's looking her in the face. "I see. You tried your hardest, and failed, despite everything." She falls easily into the role of a veteran soldier. "It's cliche, but you will not win every battle, Sanary. Missions fail. The only thing you can do is ensure that everyone makes it out alive, make sure you get out alive, and then grow and learn from it. Tell me. What did you think you failed in? How did your actions contribute to the mission failing?" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary lets out a heavy sigh as she settles into the hug, her body somehow feeling heavier than they have all day. "Y.. Yeah. I mean, we got the soldiers to retreat and we killed the leader, but the hostage is still missing with no leads on where she went. Freaking... Door guy's dead, too."      She grunts in frustration and hugs Yari around the side tightly, not seeming all that sure of what to actually do with her hands. Part of her wants to hug something, another part wants to just maintain the hug, and part of her is still numb from the massive amount of meds she's still taking.      "All of the Elites came out alive. Got some of the maids, too, but not all of 'em. Rrgh... Aside from the hostage, you mean? Well..." She trails off, pausing to adjust her eyepatch and rub her forehead. "We... Took care of just about everything else, actually. But if I was faster, or if I shot the guy instead of bluffing... Hell, if we didn't get caught off guard by that teleporting door trick? Probably would've been a complete success." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari is a solid rock to Sanary's weary body, keeping her up. She eventually scoots into the bed, grabbing pillows, making sure she's comfy and Yari isn't getting in the way of any IV's. "So then the only problem was that the enemy, with unknown capabilities, made use of them to evacuate the target before you could reclaim then." "You lack experience and flexibility. Sanary, I think the best thing for now is to look to the future. Don't second guess yourself. You need to learn confidence, and how to follow your gut when you make a decision." She rubs Sanary's hair gently. "I'm taking you on more missions. You will learn to adapt, to know that what you're doing is the right decision. Next time, you won't hesitate." "Until then, we need to do something about this. What did the doctors say?" She tail-points at the leg. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "Well.. When you put it that way." Sanary chuckles softly and rests her head on Yari's shoulder, actually smiling a bit. Reassurance successful! "Guess it wasn't /that/ huge of a failure. Or...I mean, it was, but... Not unexpected?"      Yari's definitely got a knack for calming the healer down. Hair ruffling, being a pillow. "And we did take out that guy even with his... Thing he did. Mm... Definitely gonna need to do more missions, yeah. I'll be ready next time."      Looking from Yari's tail to her leg, Sanary rubs her neck lightly while tapping her forehead against the Au Ra's shoulder lightly. "Well, they said to stay off of it until it recovers fully. Good thing is that it's not a permanent loss, but... Yeah, it's gonna be weak for a while. Just hope it doesn't /stay/ that weak for too long, you know?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Her own head gently rubs against Sanary's own, being a wonderful Au'Ra pillow. "Good, you understand. And that's the first step to getting stronger and being able to truly win, Sanary." And then she's focusing on the foot. "Good. Good." She flinches, her tail reaching to scratch at a phantom pain. She'd hate if Sanary had to go through what she did. "You will recover. You will grow stronger. And as soon as you are on your feet and out of here? I am going to take you to those lovely baths, give you a nice, long massage, and have you fall asleep in my arms in a safe place. How about that for an excuse to get better, hmm?" The lizard woman beams a bright, loving smile. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      Sanary's definitely having an easier time relaxing with Yari around, shifting around on the bed to get her legs in a more comfortable position. "Yeah... You're right. Next step is looking into that door thing, I guess. Understanding how that works so I can prepare for it. And.. Helicopters."      She shivers briefly. Recalling what happened and imagining what could have happened isn't pleasant!      "Should probably get in touch with that new lady, too... Uh. If she's not too mad about the bluffing thing, anyway." Sanary slumps just a bit, although she does perk up once Yari mentions her plan for the near future. "That... That sounds good, yeah. Maybe even sneak some booze in?" She raises an eyebrow and flashes Yari a mischievous grin. So what if the healer doesn't drink all that much herself? 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari considers. Mmm. "You could upgrade your gunaxe. Or learn to use explosives and rocket launchers." Pause. "...No, the Lord Legatus would kill me if I gave you a magitek armour." No vanguards for Sanary! They'll work on it. Somewhere, Linne K. Park sneezes. "No doubt your skills in social situations will carry the..." She descends into fake coughs. Nope. She can't finish that sentence. NOt with Sanary here. "I'm sure you'll endure the situation. She might not be so angry." There's a hopeful sound here. As she lays out, gently encouraging Sanary to use her as a full on lizard pillow, she smiles. "I'm going to get you so drunk that the only things you remember are you, a comfy blanket, and me." It's a promise. Leaning up, she plants a gentle kiss on Sanary's cheek. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      "That... Hmm. Could probably try and get new shells for it, yeah... Or even make it launch /explosive shells/. Or or rocket shells!" Now the gears are turning. The terrible, terrible gears.      "... I won't tell him if you don't." TERRIBLE GEARS. At least Sanary's perked up considerably and isn't in the dumps like she was a while ago. She does wince after getting a little too hyped up, though, and settles back down onto Yari.      She also pretends to look offended by that comment about her social skill, although it doesn't last long once she breaks into another quiet snicker. "Hey, I did freak that guy out. So that's... Something, yeah?"      And then there's the telltale yawn of the meds really kicking in again. "That doesn't sound half-bad. Booze, food, comfy you... If it didn't hurt so much, I'd start thinking about doing this on purpose." 

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2967/Culinarians and Dollmakers

2015-10-20T19:00:18Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Having a cover as a notable culinarian can prove quite the advantage, even for someone so distinctive as Yari. Dressed in casual adventuring clothes with a loose kimono over them, a fishing rod and frying pan on her person, she certainly fits what little a typical Eorzean may have heard of the 'Fishing Fiend' Aiko. Getting into Ul'dah with enough bribes, bluster, and forged permits took a bit of doing, but here she is. The adventurer's tavern hasn't gotten her much in actual information just yet, and so noting a few frays on her kimono, she's taken a jaunt over to the famous weaver's guild. And seems to be arguing with a Galka easily over two times her height. "...what does being an Au'Ra have to do with this?" "Yer lot threw in with the damn Garleans!" "What do you think I'm here to get away from!? My coin's good either way. I'll pay double the usual price." The argument keeps going, at an increasingly loud volume. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Having a cover as a notable culinarian can prove quite the advantage, even for someone so distinctive as Yari. Dressed in casual adventuring clothes with a loose kimono over them, a fishing rod and frying pan on her person, she certainly fits what little a typical Eorzean may have heard of the 'Fishing Fiend' Aiko. Getting into Ul'dah with enough bribes, bluster, and forged permits took a bit of doing, but here she is. The adventurer's tavern hasn't gotten her much in actual information just yet, and so noting a few frays on her kimono, she's taken a jaunt over to the famous weaver's guild. And seems to be arguing with a Galka easily over two times her height. "...what does being an Au'Ra have to do with this?" "I'm not wasting good thread on some dragon-loving wench!" "Wh...dragon lo...idiot! We Au'Ra are completely without dragon's blood! Who even taught you nonesense like that!?" The argument keeps going, at an increasingly loud volume. 

:'''{{#var:807|Alice Margatroid (807)}} has posed:'''     Ul'dah. Alice, herself, sticks out like a sore thumb especially with a pair of dolls floating around her. Wandering the streets of Ul'dah, the dollmaker herself looks quite lost without the guide she was waiting for. Shaking her head, she looks to both Shanghai and Hourai, giving a light shrug. "Where is this weavers place..." she muttered to the two before walking off towards another square. "This place is big..."     Seeing a sign that looked like it had a spool fo thread upon it, Alice nods, "I think we found it." Then the yelling started. "Today just got interesting..." she muttered, heading off towards the direction of the Weaver's Guild and the shouting. "Mmm?"     The sight was something... a large in both directions being and a girl with a scaled tail and other features... "What's with the yelling?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Both the large and small of the pair turn at Alice's voice, blinking as one. The argument stalls for an uncomfortable moment, then they're pointing at each other! "This piece of trash dragon is trying to get clothes that are too good for a dragon-lover!" "This bastard is spouting lies like a fool!" Glaaaare! Yari leans up to peer at the Galka. He does, however, finally note Alice for real! "But you're welcome to purchase! Not like this one!" Yari's face goes red in pure fury, hand clenching in anger. 

:'''{{#var:807|Alice Margatroid (807)}} has posed:'''     Cue two tiny and one normal facepalms... "Eorzea has all types, doesn't it..." Alice mutters under her breath, turning to look between the Galka and the Au Ra. "So, you want to purchase something.. he won't sell it to you because... you look like a dragon." Alice shakes her head a bit and turns towards the Galka...     "With due respect, and as a new person here, she doesn't look like any dragon I've encountered. She doesn't look to have claws, she doesn't seem to breathe fire... except maybe with her passion for wanting good looking clothing here. NOt to defend her or anything, I just came for thread for my dolls." a look between Hourai and Shanghai...     "And you.." a look towards Yari, "Dragon lover? I'm afraid I'm not sure what he is talking about, the dragons I've seen are quite big and you're small..." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' By now, put so bluntly, the Galka is blushing. The man gulps. "M...well. DRagon's blood and..." His argument ends weakly. Yari nods her head. "Correct! My kimono has been fraying and I need the services of a competent weaver. However, I'll be finding it with a group that is /reputable/! After I render my complaints to the Ul'Dah guild authority!" Her kimono is definitely frayed, the lovely handiwork having seen quite a bit of rough travel. Then Yari's just about to turn around and leave! Despite his trembling, the Galka gets more fire. "Oi! Are you insulting the weaver's guild!? I have pugilist friends you know!?" 

:'''{{#var:807|Alice Margatroid (807)}} has posed:'''     Alice gives a curious humn, Hourai and Shanghai pulling out some thread and a needle with a bright smile on Shanghai's face and a nod on Hourai's. "MIss, can I see the sleeve?" then she turns to the Galka... "Well, you did insult her first from the yelling I've heard, I'm surprised she hasn't done what she was going to do already. But, I am just an idle visitor so my view may be not of this society's standards, my apologies."     She turns back to Yari, "I know a bit of sewing myself, nothing that the likes of this place could produce.." a bit of buttering up, "But it is passable in Gensokyo. I could patch up that kimono some to make it more servicable to last a few more months until you can find someone proper to repair your garment." a look towards the two dolls, "I did happen to make their outfits myself." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari blinks in surprise, then offers over the arm. She mentally swats herself. Of /course/ a seamstress would go to the weaver's guild. "I see. Ma'am, I'll be repaying you. What would be appropriate?" She stands a little taller, her bearing oddly military for a woman of her dress. The Galka by now is sulking. "...Fine. You can both buy. Just don't linger." But Yari's attention is already on the dolls. "What are they? Magitek? Ah...Gensokyo? I am unfamiliar." 

:'''{{#var:807|Alice Margatroid (807)}} has posed:'''     Alice nods, beaming the Galka a bright smile. "Thank you." and both Hourai and Shanghai bow in kind before dragging the Au Ra over away from the counter. "No need to stand here to interrupt buisness, as for payment..." a pause, "No one has offered so I do not mind." she takes a look over the kimono and nods, moving to get to work.     Hourai tilts her head at the word Magitek. "What's that?" she questions, "Magitek. Is that the magic you use here? Is it like danmaku?" Shanghai's cheerful voice shakes her head, "I think she's asking about /us/ in particular!" "We're dolls."     Alice shakes her head, "This is Hourai and Shanghai, I created them. They're my two most handcrafted dolls and autonomous." Alice replies in kind, "Is there something wrong with the sight of them, they can walk too but flight is preferred." needle goes in, needle goes out as her eyes scan the room then back to the kimono. "Tsk... you haven't been keeping up maintenance on this. You may have to visit someone to get a more complete fix." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari leans against a wall, her tail yoinking out a pipe and a light as Alice gets to work. She's soon puffing away, adding smoke if not fire to the dragon. Hourai and Shanghaiboth get tiny little pats on the head with the tip of her tail! Sometimes being nice to magical things helps. "Magitek is the craft of using machinery to induce aetheric reactions, be it the powering of said machinery, lighting, and various other purposes. For instance, creating magically active servants, such as those. I don't hear any moving parts. Are your dolls purely aetheric...ahh, right, outsider. 'Magic' fuels them?" "Mmm. Not necessarily, but the guard may be unused to such things. Best to not flaunt them for their sake." She offers. Her eyes close. "A simple patch will do, thank you. I should be able to find a more permanent solution when I leave Ul'dah. Here." She pulls out a small coinpurse of gil, and two coupons. They're for the local adventurer's tavern. "I won a raffle prize, but the road calls me soon. Aiko, culinarian and traveller. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ma'am." 

:'''{{#var:807|Alice Margatroid (807)}} has posed:'''     The two dolls give a light smile at the headpats, though light for Shanghai is still pretty big. Alice, however, looks up from her work with the explination of Magitek. "Ah... they're actually made like a normal doll, I just infuse them with magic and... well. The process is ... complicated." she shakes her head, looking at the two before patching up some of the rougher spots.     When she's done, she takes the coinpurse and coupons, tilting her head, "Oh, is this the local currency?" and a quick rememberance at the slight of not introducing herself, she gives her curtsey. "Alice Margatroid. Dollmaker, magician. A pleasure, Aiko." a look around, "You said ae...se reic..? I was told I could find some cloth and thread that could hold a great deal of it." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Eyes go a little wide at the two dolls! "Mmm. Advanced. I can't say I've encountered something like that in my travels. You may wish to visit the various magical guilds in Eorzea." She suggests, before nodding. "Aether, magical energy. A majority of the population possesses it, in varying amounts. I'm no mage, however." She shrugs. "Try our galka friend, he might know." She looks over the sleeve, and smiles. "Well done, Miss Margatroid. If you'll excuse me, I have some errands to complete before I leave. If we meet again, I'll have a fish made just for you!" A nod, and then with a bow, she's off! 

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2007/A Techpriest and a Ninja Walk Into a Bar...

2015-10-20T18:56:31Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' After a particularly stressful week, one Yari Takane has finally taken some time off once more. She's all but taken up residence in a small bar in the Pleasure Palace, one definitely catering to a militant crowd; soldiers, warriors, retired officers and barbarian chiefs of many different worlds and times litter the place. Yari herself has pulled up a seat next to a viking warrior, and several others are busy placing bets. A good two dozen mugs sit between them, the two looking wobbly and definitely drunk as hell. Two mugs slam together, hard, and cracks run along them from the impact as the two soldiers war for dominance. "'Yer goin' down after this lass! Pretty good, but ye can't outlast me!" "Don't underestimate a Garlean's heart, or our livers!" Comes Yari in return. Sluuuurp. The viking warrior finally collapses, and Yari leans back in her seat grinning. Soon enough? The poor viking is being slapped awake to pay the tab, and Yari's off in a very erratic, zig-zag pattern back to the bar proper as she counts her earnings from the bet. Life, for now, is good as she perches on a bar stool. It's down to light beer and sobriety medicine for her now. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     A priest walks into the bar. He's a rabbi and minister short of this being a joke.     One would think he wouldn't frequent such places, and to be truthful Taro is only an occasional patron here. He steps aside to allow an entourage of vikings half leading and half carrying their sodden chief in the direction of the door he just passed through, and then meanders his way through the maze of tables towards the bar proper. Along the way, he's recognized by a few of the longtime veterans, and to their hails and lifted mugs he gives a deep nod and salute.     As fate would have it, the person who had been sitting to Yari's left pays their tab and leaves. Taro takes the vacated stool, though it means using the footrail as a footstool to climb up to it. Occasionally being so compact can be a disadvantage.     "Wine, please. Something white." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' A familiar face! Or at least voice. Yari has the dignity to stand and salute as the drunken chieftain is carted off. Best to be polite to one's allies, after all! Then she wobbles a bit, catches on Taro's shoulder, and all but shoves herself into a seat. A moment of swallowing meds and beer later, and then Taro's voice comes to her. Her tail goes ramrod straight in a burst of drunken awkwardness. "...Mister Daisho?" She starts, blinking, then stands up again. She snaps a smart, parade-ground salute not even dulled by enough alcohol to take out a viking. "I didn't take you for a wine drinker, Sir. Try the Garlean White! You'll get a taste of my country, and a 1523 vintage is particularly good. ...I'd say if you could get a hand on it, but I've yet to be able to /not/ have an order filled here." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro finds himself a steadying point for Yari. He makes a quiet sound of surprise, but he does not grouse or otherwise object. Once she's back in her seat, he glances sidelong at her, as if judging her sobriety. Though it looks like she seems to know well enough herself, if the pills she's taking are any indication.     Then, she's out of her seat again and saluting when she finally recognizes him. While he doesn't smile at the gesture, he sounds alomost amused by it. "I am no longer a General, and you never served under me. No need for that."     A nod at the suggestion, and he turns back to the 'keep to amend his order. "Make it a Garlean white, if you would." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Thankfully techpriests make good standing posts, and soon she's righted. She's half way through a sip, when she notes Taro's words. "I wouldn't think to disrespect an ally." She comes quite stubbornly, but finally nods. But then he orders said drink, and the woman calms down. She tilts her head, certainly not sober, but definitely better after the pills. She sips on her beer for some time, before she finally looks at Taro fully. "Could I ask why you're no longer a general?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Then as an ally, the respect is appreciated." A nod given in return.     The glass arrives and is set in front of him. It may or may not be a glass of the 1523, but it's a Garlean wine of some vintage. Taro closes his eyes and bows his head just slightly. A silent prayer, most likely, or his gesture of respect to the time and efforts that went into the wine's making. Then, he opens his eyes again, taking the glass and raising it to his lips. An experimental sip, which he swallows a few moments later. "Mm...distinct," is his fist impression.     He turns his head toward her at the question, regarding both her and her words. "You could, and you have. The abbreviated answer if that I spent three and a half years effectively dead. The fuller answer...that's best left for when you are more sober." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari soon orders one of her own, sipping gently and pausing as she tilts her head. Her brow rises, however, at the mention of him being 'dead'. "Is that common? In your world, being dead for so long and then rising again?" Comes the woman, deftly avoiding the more difficult points of the discussion. Her legs cross, and she flicks her tail. "I've never heard of one in my own world rising from the dead so. Is it due to your technology, and 'SHODAN'?" She leans back her, curious, far less cautious than she usually would be. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro has another sip of the wine. It's hard to say from his expression whether he likes it or dislikes it. Alcohol seems to do nothing for his facial expressions or lack thereof...     "It is in no small part because I am a living machine," he explains, making an open-palmed gesture at his chest with his free hand to indicate himself. "Had I been fully organic or even a cyborg, likely I could not have been saved." There is a certain tone in his voice...it's not casualness, exactly, but of speaking of a past trauma with which he has mostly come to terms. "It is not completely unheard of for AIs to be able to resurrected, but it is exceptionally rare. It speaks of SHODAN's abilities and skill, and of her mercy to consider me worthy of the attempt." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari rubs her head at the explaination. "No offense, but it's still strange to think of a machine as being alive. In Hydaelyn, they're all ceruleum and metal, no spark of life to them. I guess the Multiverse makes one rethink things." She'd certainly not want to be a machine, she much prefers her organic parts. But the possibility of thinking, living machines is both frightening and yet a potential advantage. Troops that could be brought back from the dead! She shakes off the thought. "At least it looks like you've been using that second chance. Any new developments?" 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "The Multiverse does make one contstantly reassess their understanding of it," Taro agrees. "Even after being here for years, there will always be something new and different to keep one from taking anything for granted." Such as upon his revival discovering that the very fabric of the Multiverse had been unraveled and then rewoven in a new pattern in his absence. That was a challenge to parse.     He arches a brow slightly ar Yari's next question. " 'New developments'? How do you mean?" He asks in turn. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari leans back a bit, finishing off her beer. Her tail flicks, soon in her lap as she curiously gazes at Taro. He certainly doesn't /look/ like a machine, but that's not always a good indicator in the Multiverse. "You're primarily an engineer, aren't you? Any new armors or weapons?" Comes the woman curiously. There might be a few more ears in the crowd leaning in as she clarifies. That tail-tip of hers flicks about, ordering another drink. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro does look quite human, doesn't he? It's the little things that tend to give his true nature away - his facial expressions (why -do- humans smile so much anyway?), his far too graceful motions, and for those with a keen sense of smell, his scent. The facial stripes can be easily explained away given how popular tattoos are in many cultures.     More wine is sipped as she talks, and he mulls over both it and her words. "A few," he says, though he doesn't finish his answer until he's set the glass back on the edge of the bar. "Sir Hellsing has hired me on retainer to develop weapons effective against the phony vampires that keep cropping up on her world. That's been an interesting challenge." He's mindful of the other ears that have turned towards them, and so he does not go into detail. "Also...have you met Harriet yet? She's been given radio access now, though I think she is still a bit uncomfortable when it comes to conversation." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari tilts her head. "...Vampire?" The woman clearly isn't an expert on the undead. At best, she's punched zombies and skeletons. "Still, if someone's creating fake monsters to terrorize one's holdings, they should be stopped." Then she perks up a bit. "I can't say I have. Who is this Hariet? Is she a...relation of yours?" Comes Yari, not quite certain on that bit. Can machine-people even /have/ relations? Is this an adopted daughter? Questions swim in the woman's alcohol-buzzed brain. "I assume she's one of our allies." 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Those like Field Marshal Vlad Tepes," Taro provides an example, though quickly followed by the caveat of, "though the ones in question are pale imitations of his kind. They act like vampires but are not truly supernatural, from what I understand." This is a new field of study for him, and admittedly he is not an expert.     "She is a new type of shinki. Another kind of living machine," the android continues, moving into what is for him more familiar territory. "Kari Wolf's master, Zarenna Keras and I collaberated on creating her." Which likely doesn't clear up whether they are related or consider themselves so. "Perhaps you'll meet her soon...like any child, she is learning, and Zarenna would like her to socialze whenever possible." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari tilts her head here. "Mmm! Copies. Though I suppose it's something natural: those who lack magic will use science to create similar powers." That's Garlea in a nutshell, after all. Here, she's definitely paying attention. And a little more open than usual. "I'd like to meet her. I'll admit, I've been interested in these 'Shinki' for some time. Studying one may lead to advances in our own technology." The vanguard units aren't /that/ far off, aside from size and purpose. "...Though I'm not sure how I am with children. I'll be on my best behaviour!" Here, she straightens again, snapping another salute. Seems habits die very hard with this one. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Is the repeated saluting due to or in spite of her current state? For now, Taro simply files it under 'personal quirks, Yari Tagane' and answers it with a deep nod. "What we count as 'childhood' is not exactly as the same as it is for organics. When we first wake, we already have been given a great deal of information, but we lack experience." His half full wineglass has not been forgotten, and he picks it up again. "Showing her good behavior will help, and is appreciated." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari finally calms down a little, sitting back down and pondering. "So you train to gain the experience rather than experience and knowledge." She frowns lightly. Seems the whole idea is just /strange/ to the woman. She finally just sighs. "Does she have any skills? Goals? I might be able to teach her, depending." Offers the woman, curiousity getting the better of her. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Something along those lines, yes." Taro nurses his wine while watching Yari try to make sense out of what must be something entirely new to her.     He also makes a note to make the time to find a wine seller when he's next in the Empire. Perhaps a more proper wine tasting...but later.     "She's intended to be a combat model," he answers, "though whether she's formed any goals...that is something you'd have to ask her yourself. I do not mind you offering to teach her, so long as Zarenna does not mind either." He pauses then, as he considers something, and then says, "Could I ask a personal question of you?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari gives a little nod. "I'll ask her, then. Mmm. To think that I'd end up offering to train a magitek creature...strange, strange times." Ugh. It hurts to think too much. Or maybe that's the oncoming hangover. Yari pops some aspirin. Leaning forward, head in her hand, she raises a brow. "A personal question. That depends on what it is. Ask." Comes the woman, suddenly a bit more guarded. Seems she's not /that/ drunk. Still, she seems open enough, if cautious. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     "Such is the nature of the Multiverse." Philosophy, spoken with mild amusement in a bar filled with patrons from all over the Confederacy's holdings and beyond.     His tone is more serious as he continues, treating the subject with care. "Why did you choose a magitek arm?" The way he phrases it seems to suggest he's curious about her solution to her loss rather than whatever caused the loss itself. How typical of an engineer. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The question he asks actually has Yari relaxing a bit. Seems it's not something she's particularly bothreed by, this line of questioning! She smirks a bit. "It was an opportunity to field test a new magitek device, so that future soldiers of the Empire can better serve. And convenience as well. It's difficult enough to get armor on, or cook, or a dozen other things when you only have one arm. I've adapted, though; the arm only really works with my armor. But it does make life easier. If we can just get the bugs worked out." Taro might have noticed the twitching of that fake arm every now and then when he saw her in uniform. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Taro has noticed all the hallmarks of a prototype since their first meeting, those little twitches and glitches when she otherwise tries to hold her arm still. "I see...yes, I can understand how the loss of an arm, or of any limb, would make life much more difficult." His gaze shifts downward slightly, from Yari's face toward that arm. "Have they been able to improve it at all, or at least find where those bugs are?" His tone is one of professional curiosity now, since she's unoffended by his questions so far. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari shakes her head, frowning. "I haven't received any new models recently. They fixed the leaking issue, and it doesn't explode quite as much, but I'm not exactly that high up in command. There are those more worthy of newer models that myself." There's no real humility here, just fact, as Garlean meritocrisy bleeds from Yari's pours. "But I'd assume they're already fixed in newer models. 

:'''{{#var:399|Taro (399)}} has posed:'''     Explode? That's mildly disconcerting. Perhaps a bit more disconcerting since the rest of her is organic...     "Mm. I see." Meritocracy is something he both recognizes and respects - SHODAN's heirachy, her capriciousness aside, shares that philosophy. "Well. Let us hope that your engineers have been learning from the ealier designs and improving them."     A few more sips, and he sets his now drained glass back upon the bar. "I've enjoyed this chance to talk with you, Ms. Takane," he says in leave-taking tones. A pause. "Are you staying here in HQ, or returning home tonight?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "That'd be nice." Mutters Yari, frowning. Clearly the exploding bit is /not/ a feature she enjoys. She rubs her side. More than a few mishaps, there. Still, she stands, and offers a final salute. "I'll be in the Citadel. I have eleven hours remaining on leave. Yes, let's talk more Mister Taro. Glory and honor, Sir!" With that? She'll wobble her way back to her quarters on the citadel! 

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1999/Dragon Out the Intel

2015-10-20T18:47:07Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' It's quite the bandaged up Yari that strides into the Bar and Grill, fresh from getting her butt kicked in training. Still, she finds a relatively quiet table in the bar. She's dressed in her strappy red dress, legs crossing as she orders a beer. Nothing too hard, as she's here on business. 

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''     A young man with a bit too many visible scars for his age strolls into the bar, not in any obvious rush to make it to the table. Ryu's golden eyes focus on Yari with a quiet scrutiny. He doesn't say 'hey' or introduce himself, but he knows it's her. His notably inhuman eyes look her in the face, since this is the right place and she seems to match the voice he heard. He also orders a beer, a cheap one, and breathes a sigh through his nose.     The air becomes filled with the sense that he's trying to think of a way to begin this chat. He tenses his jaw a couple times, his hand sliding over to casually pick up one of the tiny cocktail menus and look it over.     "I was expecting a suit of armor," he admits. "You look like a lawyer out on a date and not... what was your rank?" His brow furrows. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' It's hard to miss Ryu with so many scarrs, or those golden eyes for that matter. The woman rests her head in her hand, tail occasionally lifting her beer to her lips. She takes a long look of Ryu, and takes the wild guess that this might just be the man she spoke to on the radio. Yari lets him stew for a bit. The nervousness, the inability to just get on with it is a nice weakness, and the ninja inwardly does a few jumps for joy. Yari laughs. "I can't exactly live in my armor. It gets very hot and stuffy about about a week. Besides, this fits the occasion. I happen to like dresses." "Try the mojitos here." She suggests. "Centurion Yari Takane. Pleasure. You said you had issues with the Dravanians?" 

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''     Ryan watches the tail, and his brow creases as he notes her scaly details. Something he hadn't thought about at first. It's quite a contrast from the rest of the races he's seen from her world. He's not spoken to an Au Ra yet.     "Fair enough," he says in regards to the dress, and moves on easily enough. Brushing off the mojito comment as if she had not said it, he accepts the beer he's given and settles back in his seat.     "The Dravanians are a problem because they think they have to fight a war that they have always fought, but on different shores than they're used to. They're being led by this 'Nael' person who seems to have the power to control dragons, something he tried to do on me to very limited success."     He sips his beer before he continues. "My /issue/ is with Nael. Before he showed up, the Dravanians were fine with their very old feud with the Dragoons and Ishgard. Now that he's in the picture, they've grown ambitious in all the worst ways, and think he wants to save them or... something like that. I see it as them being driven to an inevitable and bloody end by a man who doesn't actually care about them."     A pronounced frown shows on his face. "I would prefer a race of dragons to survive, not die out because they thought they had no choice but to follow a man who could just bend the wills and minds of those that disagreed with him with a word. I spoke with the Dravanians, and that is simply the conclusion I reached. They don't deserve to die fighting this war." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' It's certainly a succinct explaination of the situation, and frightening that the man seems to know so much. Particularly about Nael. Her face is impassive as she listens, a magitek recorder already going. "They're worshipping him." She pauses, disgust in her voice. "Like an Eikon." She goes silent for some time, then, thinking. She slowly frowns. "Why are you so interested in what happens to the dragons? And how exactly did you get to speak to them? I'm surprised you're still alive, to be honest." Her head tilts, suspicion naked on her face. "All sounds a little too convenient." 

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''     Ryan's emotion drains away some when she questions him about why he's interested. He rubs his thumb over the glass surface of his drink, and sips it once more, making a face at the taste of it but drinking it anyways. He avoids answering that first question too directly.     "I spoke to two of them. Both times, they told me with no ambiguity that they wouldn't change their minds about their course. I guess they just recognized that I'm a dragon, and that's why they even bothered to respond to me." He furrows his brow. "They keep calling me 'whelp,' it's kind of annoying."     "So you don't believe me?" he wonders, apparently not offended by that. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari leans back, frowns, and sips her drink. From the way she looks, she's not at /all/ pleased. "No. Nael van Darnus is dead. He died during the Meteor incident. But I suppose some fake /could/ possibly yank the Dravanian's chain. And now you're claiming to be a dragon. And that they'd actually bother to talk to you. No. No I don't. If you had some sort of proof of all this, I'd be interested." "And I don't know your purpose, either. For all I know, you're a Dravanian spy. You could easily be one of those filthy traitors." Her hand clenches. "So do you have anything besides just words?" 

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''     Ryu seems to carry a certain tired neutrality toward her, as if her displeasure was expected. He watched her as she spoke, and there's only the vaguest twitch of his lip, and the narrow of his pupils into slits as she suggests that he's a Dravanian spy, as if the very thought angered him. But, somehow, he maintains his composure. He thinks about what she's saying and, really, she's right to doubt him without any proof. He finishes off his beer and stands up, letting out a sigh.     "All I have is this."     A flash of light all around his body as he shifts from human to dragon form. It's not huge and ferocious like the Dravanians are, and he doesn't even have wings, but there it is. He looks at her with those same golden eyes. When he speaks next, his mouth doesn't move, and instead comes as an imitation of human speech through a mystical draconic voice. "I'm bad at gathering physical proof, and I'm sorry about that," he admits to her, "But it would be disgraceful for me, as a person and as a Dragon, to lie to you about this. A man, whether he's the real deal or a fake, looked me in the eyes and tried to bend my will directly, and turn me against my comrades."     "I'm not saying you should trust me, not immediately, or ever if you never feel the need to. I am saying that a man is driving the Dravanians to war and destruction. Ask around for yourself. Ignore what I said. Whatever. It doesn't matter to me." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's indifferent mask cracks a bit as that light swallows Ryu, and then suddenly he's a dragon. Her jaw is dropped just a bit. Then she slowly leans back from her chair and flicks on the visual feed on her device. "I'm not an idiot. I can only work with what's in front of my eyes, and what I hear. Alright. Fine. I'll look into it." Then, she hands him a number to a throwaway radio. "Contact me if you want. I'll have to see what my superiors think, but maybe something could be done. Do you know /how/ he's doing it? Anything at all will help." Asks the woman, suddenly far more interested. She tries not to show it too much, however. 

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''     "When he showed up..." Ryu begins, as he takes the number from her and nods to her in gratitude. "He controlled an army. He tried to turn my ally to his cause, and he tried to control me just by saying a few words. It was like his presence and his words had power that I was connected to in some way." He shakes his head slowly. "The only people he singled out with it were dragons."     He looks at her carefully, fascinated by her own fascination. "You don't see dragons in-person very much, do you?" he wonders, idly. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "That's a bold claim. But you managed to fight it off? How did you do it?" Some of that suspicion leaks back in, but she tamps it down. The woman then perks up a bit, ordering a second beer. She actually looks a little embarrassed at her own interest. "Oh. I...no. You're the first one I've seen. I have never fought the Dravanians myself, usually stationed in Eorzea." She states. "Thanks for the information. Drinks are on me. What are you going to do?" 

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''     "I had to get a stronger mind. It forced me to rethink how I looked at myself." He doesn't elaborate beyond that. Ryu's not comfortable going on at length toward what's very much an enemy. He only nods in silent understanding when she admits she's never seen a dragon before.     As for what he's going to do, he looks at her without any melodrama in his posture and tells her:     "Nael, or whoever he is, needs to die."     After that very serious and dark answer, he turns to wave down the nearest waiter, and carefully tries to find comfort in his seat. His tail is a bit of an issue for him but he eventually figures it out. What he orders next is a glass of water. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari tilts her head. A 'stronger mind'. Then she just nods. "I see. You succeeded." But most importantly, it means that Nael's control can be fought off. Could the same be said of Eikons? Yari can't help it. She smiles just a little. "So you want to kill the imposter. I'm sure you realize something like that won't be easy." Then, she just shrugs. "I'm just a soldier, so I won't tell you what to do. Do what you want." The water is brought, in a large dragon-sized glass. They get all kinds here. "Still, good luck. Things that think they can just bend the freedom of mortals...it pisses me off." 

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''     Ryu picks up the glass with great care and, after a moment of contemplation, decides to lap up the water with a long, fleshy and forked tongue instead of risk spilling water all over the table and himself trying to drink out of a glass.     "I was just a soldier once," he tells her.     "I will be honest. The idea of fighting him scares me," he tells Yari, "And it would scare me less if people like you, and the people you serve, were to help me deal with this. Maybe our paths will mesh up naturally somewhere along the way. From what the Dravanians say, this Nael figure means the possibility of the destruction of your world again." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "...I'd ask if dragons have an army, but the Dravanians make that an obvious answer." She tilts her head, watching for a moment as she collects her thoughts. Yari lets out a sigh. "Who knows. I just follow orders." She responds blandly, inwardly frowning. Getting involved too deeply would be a disaster. But at the same time, they can't leave it alone too much. "They'll go that far? What exactly did they say to you?" Prods Yari, curious and trying not to show it. She doesn't altogether succeed. 

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''     "A lot of doom-saying. I forget the exact wording but one of them was pretty clear that the only solution would end in fire and brimstone, at least in their eyes." Ryu resumes drinking from his glass for a few more seconds, lapping it up a lot like a dog. When there's only a little bit left, he has trouble because his tongue isn't that long. It's quite embarrassing and he struggles with the impediment.     "Coerthas is a really awful place, by the way. That's where I met one of the dragons that spoke to me. Scarred fellow, looked a little old. Is it true that area used to be warmer?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari actively sighs. "Somehow I'm not surprised." Doom saying seems entirely in line with reports of the Dravanians, the crazy weirdos. "Slash and burn, is it?" Somehow, she looks worried. Which gets even worse as she takes a sip of her drink, suddenly goes horrifically pale, and starts coughing and gagging to the point of nearly falling over. "Uh, I think so. That's what the book I read says, anyway. I'm not much of a historian or expert in the area." She sighs. "If you learn more, let me know. You've been useful. I should get going, though." With a salute, she does just that. 

:'''{{#var:636|Ryu (636)}} has posed:'''     Ryu salutes back to her, like it's a reflex.     "Thank you for the talk." 

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1661/Armsdealers and Soldiers

2015-10-20T18:30:43Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Even though Yari and her men have access to the greater bars and other diversions of the Confederacy's citadel, the young Centurion every now and then prefers something more rustic. Thus, she's found herself in the park just after the Gates, sitting in one of the white tents. Inside is a fairly standard bar, though the decor is very much aimed at military types and those familiar with arms. Guns, swords, and more exotic weaponry line the walls as decorations, and every now and then someone gets shot. It's the worst combination of mercenaries, professional killers, soldiers, and other ne'er-do-wells that make up much of the Confederacy's armed forces. Dressed in her newly repaired fancy red dress, the horned blonde Au Ra woman sticks out like a sore thumb. From all appearances, she's not even armed at first glance. Telltale bumps in places might hint otherwise. Twelve empty bottles sit before her, only now being sweeped away by the forces that magically serve drinks here. A red-and-black pipe sits in her mouth as she alternatively smokes and devours even more drink. The one-armed Centurion looks like she's recovering from a fight of some sort; for all of her looks that occasionaly has her throwing a too-drunk fellow patron onto their backs with a sharp elbow, she has bruises and bandages on much of her. Otherwise, she's a strange, but silent figure as she nurses a very tall mug of exotic ale. 

:'''{{#var:722|Alvira (722)}} has posed:'''     It had taken well over a week, but her clearances had been processed. Eager to examine the Confederacy's facilities, it wasn't long before a small, single-pilot airship swoops up to the Citadel, acrobatically circling before slowing to a stop, hovering, then settling down to land. A door is flung open with a flourish and a woman steps out.     Dressed as she was it's quick to assume she's some kind of nobility-not royalty but perhaps a member of the court based solely on her clothing. She wears an elaborately embroidered blue and gold longcoat, buttoned up the front, sleeves with cuffs turned down, collar also turned down. Beneath the coat, though hard to tell, she does wear a short grey skirt with white leggings underneath. Heeled, black, knee-high boots are on her feet, which click sharply against the ground when she walks, the toe ends covered in bronze.     Her brown hair remains swept back in a braid, leaving her face fully visible. There seems to be some evidence of old scarring upon her, traces of some ancient battle on her face. At her hip rests the sheath to an unusually shaped sword with a hilt that resembles a pelvic bone.     Alvira pushes the door to her small airship closed and locks it with a button press from the keyfob in her hand. A grin forms on her face and she strolls into the Citadel and the small camp area beyond with little hesitation. She seems almost magnetically attracted to the bar. Despite seeming a little out of place within, she doesn't let the patronage bother her too much and quickly orders something to drink. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' AS the well-dressed woman sits down, Yari's head turns to regard her. Slowly, the Centurion looks her over curiously, her tail flicking just a bit. Another drink is downed. By now, she's fairly well sloshed, and talking to random strangers seems far less of something to be done cautiously. "The venusian ale is wonderful. Want one, Ma'am?" Her words are quiet, but with that subtle authority that might point to an officer of some kind, if Alvira's familiar with armies. Then she pauses, as her radio chimes. "Ah. Excuse me a moment." Her hand thumps her chest in a saluting motion, and she speaks up over the radio. No, it seems she hasn't caught her newfound Elite's speaking. Legs crossing, she orders yet more beer, clearly trying to destroy her liver at this rate. 

:'''{{#var:722|Alvira (722)}} has posed:'''     Alvira is extremely acquainted with armies. Why, they're her /best customers/. Her keen business intuition and the fact that Yari just introduced herself over the radio right in front of her with her full rank clue her into Yari's profession pretty quickly. Calmly, she rests one hand against the bar and crosses one leg over the other.     "A venusian ale. Why not? I haven't drank that before." It's hard to get a read from her on her voice. It seems polished and professional but at the same time, delberately practiced. It's as if someone took an iron to a shag carpet to try to make it smooth as silk.     A laugh escapes her. "Uh, at ease, soldier, I'm not expecting formalities out /here/." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari turns, voices similarly matching. For once, the ninja is caught off guard. There's a trio of blinks as Alvira is just stared at for a couple of moments. And then she too joins in with quiet little giggles. "Well. I guess introductions are over. Glad to have you with us, Miss Alv...mmm. Alvira." The lizard-woman takes another guarded sip. The room's spinning slightly, but her words are remarkably without slurr. Fairly clipped though, as if she's used to being drunk and not trying to sound like she is. "Sorry. I am bad at being informal. What do you do?" Seems the ninja is attempting to feel out Alvira's capabilities. Here, she'll hold a glass high in a toast as magically several of said ales appears on the bartop when Alvira isn't exactly looking. Creepy Confederate magic-army-bars. 

:'''{{#var:722|Alvira (722)}} has posed:'''     Alvira fact number one: once she caught a ninja off guard.     "Just Alvira is fine, but if you wish to call me by a title, I will also accept 'Executor.'" she notes with a smile, waving one of the ever-present bartenders around to request a venusian ale. "I don't suppose I caught you at a...bad time?" Yari didn't look drunk to her but her glass was also a lot emptier than moments before. "Primarily, I am an engineer with the unfortunate day job of running a large business."     She sighs dramatically, "Oh how busy that keeps me. If I let it." She glances briefly to see that the ales (guess she gets a lot today!) have arrived. Smoothly, she scoops one up and holds the glass up to toast. "To the Empire! Mine, yours, and the Confederacy!" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "Mmm. Not at all. I'm far more talkative while drunk on alcohol and victory. Even the lingering scent of the battlefield..." The soldier-ninja pauses, lets out another tiny giggle, and proceeds to further devour ale. How much can this woman drink? Thankfully she has the Confederacy's medical ward to fall back on in case of alcohol poison. "It seems I ramble about useless things too. So, an engineer forced into the role of a business woman. That perhaps explains the accent and title. It is an honor, Executor Alvira." Then, she finally slumps to the side slightly as her alcohol tolerance slowly bumps against its limit. Clink! A toast! "For a safer world! Words. Mmm. Not used to this 'Multiverse' yet. If you just have clearance...the same?" She straightens a bit, eyes narrowing briefly, then relaxing. A stray thought occurs. "Any specialties in your business?" 

:'''{{#var:722|Alvira (722)}} has posed:'''     If this species was anything similar to the bangaa of her world-and Alvira was making the assumption that she was to some degree-then Yari could no doubt consume a lot of alcohol. Not before showing some of the effects, apparently, such as the extremely loosened tongue. Ultimately, the CEO doesn't seem to mind this at all. A loose tongue was an excellent way to learn things.     "Oh! Forced is a bit too...forceful of a verb for that. It's moreso a helpful adaptation that made my life so much easier in the long run." She sips the ale, savoring the flavor as it's a new one for her. Once that flavor is more or less 'memorized', she goes ahead and downs half the drink. "...oh, not bad. Not bad at all. Well, I wouldn't say I'm a /stranger/ to the multiverse. I have done my research. My market research. I've also been permitted to scout a few sites in the past but nothing so /dramatic/ as departing on my own like I have today. I suppose I've been overly cautious up to this point!"     She finishes off that glass of ale and starts on the second. "Specialties? Well, magitek is native to Archades though not for the reasons found in your Empire. It's more of a concern of scale and efficiency, enabling the feats of engineering that go into the modern airship." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The lizard-like woman's lip is gently bit as she considers Alvira's words. Her head tilts, tail swishes, in all those ways associated with many who possess animal-like features. Instinct and reason both equally rule Yari Takane. But Yari leans towards reason amidst her booze-fueled haze. It makes her a sight more open. "Ah. So you enjoy it, then. A fortunate occurance. Market research...all a bit above my head. Just a soldier." A full chuckle as she settles in, laughs, and ducks down to dodge an inexpertly shot gun. The cuprit is swiftly brought down amidst the fists of a few patrons. "...The crowd is spirited today. An auspicious moment, I think, Executor Alvira. I can't fault caution. Scouting, mmm? I am drunk and so I will skip my formalities for a change. Just ask. I have Troopers in need of field experience." Yari looks Alvira in the eyes, her lips quirking upwards. A hand runs through her hair, the twin tails of blonde undone with an expert motion. She's left somewhat disheveled and wild with so many tresses, but Yari leans forward towards Alvira conversationally. Her single arm even claps around the woman's shoulders should she allow it. "The world of 'business' is beyond me. But between us? You know my Empire in some fashion, so...do your 'market research' and use your clearance to contact Lord Legatus Gaius van Baelsar. He might be interested in your wares." A true smile for a moment, and then it fades into a mask of neutrality. The woes of a young soldier leak into those eyes. "If you'd listen to a drunk soldier, I just...want the best for my world and country. That's all. If that includes a few outsiders selling wares and making a profit, well good for everyone, mmm? I'll take gain over money any day." 

:'''{{#var:722|Alvira (722)}} has posed:'''     "Of course I do." Alvira titters, "My apologies if my dramatic sarcasm was not clear enough. Owning a large company is fantastic and filled with many wonderful perks." She nurses the next cup of ale, "Well, granted, I am a bit more hands on than others of my station in market research. There are always way to add personal touches to a job to make it more desireable to yourself-gah!"     Her reaction to the gunshot is a little less languid. She stands, turning, a hand raised, blue light gathering in the palm. Fortunately for this person, he is immediately jumped upon by the other patrons, requiring no reaction from the woman. Yet...Alvira still looks little disappointed.     She seats herself and Yari leans forward to drape an arm around her shoulders, which the CEO seems perfectly okay with, especially as they huddle together to conspire further.     "Legatus Gaius van Baelsar. This is a name familiar to me-and I agree, an excellent place to start my search, as it were." She straightens just a little and puts a hand to her heart. "Ah, yes, a sentiment I can understand quite well. We all want what's best for our country, don't we? That is the nature of any well-crafted Empire. I will seek out your Legatus, yes." Reaching over, she gives Yari a hearty pat on the back. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' A hand is waved dismissively. "It's a bit unfortunate in my line of work, but I am not good with sarcasm. Working on it." Sluuurp. She's moved onto cheap stuff now. Don't want to be /too/ sloshed. She'll end up in just a shirt on a roof again. Yari looks quite happy to huddle, and perhaps is using Alvira for some support. She's definitely tilting by now. "Good. You'll make profit if the Lord Legatus and Emperor wills it." The pat has her tipping foward a bit, then wobling backwards. A small frown. "...Cut off point." She says with a slightly mournful tone. "What's your goals? Just profit?" 

:'''{{#var:722|Alvira (722)}} has posed:'''     Well acquainted with the signs of the intoxicated, Alvira nevertheless maintains a visage of cheer and not disgust. Even in the face of Yari's thick breath, she keeps her poise and friendly demeanor. "I would hope that any contract we arrange would work out so favorably for me." She smiles thinly-else she's /not/ going to arrange a contract, simple as that.     Gently, she rights the lizard lady. "Expand my networks, branch out into the multiverse at large, brand recognition. Profit is but a pleasant side effect. Beyond that, I would supposed I'd enjoy it if my country took all of Ivalice under its wings but not all...cultures agree with their way of life. Pity that-but that is an issue directly concerning the Emperor and his subordinates, not a merchant such as myself." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Oh hey, why is the room spinning? Tiiilt...and up! Yari turns to her compatriot and gives a goofy little grin. She's certainly gotten more cheerful! "We know how to reward those who work hard and help the Empire. In our society, even the poorest of orphans could rise up and take that title if they were the best. Show that you're worthy of working for us, and I think you'll succeed." "Same on that sentiment. But for us, their consent isn't required." Then, she pauses. "Yes. One needs to respect the chain of command. Discipline evaporates without it. And wild flailing ends in piles of corpses. Like those Eorzeans. It's inevitable that we'll prove ourselves more wothy and add their strength to our own." 

:'''{{#var:722|Alvira (722)}} has posed:'''     "Absolutely. It is quite possible to get where you want to go with the proper hard work and dedication." Alvira is quick to point out, sipping from her glass. Inwardly she scowls at the demand that she 'show them she's worthy of /working/ for them.' Tch. She'll show them alright.     The mug is drained completely, leaving it empty upon the counter. "Oh? Go on, go on, tell me more about the Eorzeans, I've only read a preliminary summary of your particular world." Market research indeed. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' It's a small frown that graces Yari's face. "Barbarians." She says distastefully, a bit of Garlean pride surfacing in the usually humble ninja. "Three seperate city-states that have formed an alliance. Limsa Lominsa, an admiralty composed of former pirates turned privateers. Ul'Dah, a desert city famed for its wealth and military power. Gridania, a city built deep in a forest, praying to their false Elementals. All three are completely rotten and weak. It's only their reliance on mercenary 'Adventurers' that we've been unable to take them." A shrug. "But weak and corrupt or not, they're at least brave. Once we wipe away their false way of life, they will grow strong under our fist." 

:'''{{#var:722|Alvira (722)}} has posed:'''     A thin smile spreads across Alvira's face as she listens, knowing she's in for a fantastic and biased explanation the moment the word 'barbarians' is dropped. Not that she especially minds the bias at all-who did not have some kind of bias favoring their own country? The grin slowly fades, however, when Yari admits that they have been unable to overcome their adversaries due to 'Adventurers' getting in the way.     Alvira grows very quiet, green eyes focusing elsewhere. "...I see."     The mood passes. "In time you will likely succeed as long as your determination can outlast theirs." Alvira says, standing up in her seat. "Honorable Yari Takane, I seek to resume my tour. It has been a pleasure meeting you." 

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1623/Lizards and Pokemon Trainers

2015-10-20T18:22:44Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari Takane arrives in the Bar and Grill quite accidentally. After her little shopping trip, intending to go to the mall's food court, she passed by the door to a small shop. Once passing through the threshold? Suddenly the Au Ra kunoichi arrives, still dressed in her recently purchased yellow sundress, scarf, and leg-warmers. There's confusion on her face as she stares around. A waitress, quite used to the reaction, guides her over to a table. Sitting down, menu before her, she simply sighs a moment. "So unusual..." Then with her tail swishing behind her, shopping bags set on the floor, she starts to comb through the menu. It's extensive. And she got the /short/ version. Poor thing feels a bit lost. It's with a serious, if confused, expression the slender Centurion goes about her task. She looks no closer to choosing, even after she orders an ale. Stomach grumbling, morale is clearly suffering from her slight frown. 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute is already in the Bar and Grill, relaxing and kicking it back. He has been fairly busy as of late, and not just with the whole 'dating fourteen women' thing. A lot of it has just been having various irons in the fire, various plans he is working on. And, even when he isn't actively working towards those, he's working to raising his Pokemon.      As such, it's break time. He's sitting at one of the tables. Sitting across from him is Giratina. Yes, the gigantic dragon Pokemon. It's really helpful that this place is /so/ accomadating to all shapes and sizes! He idly tosses a PokePuff in Giratina's mouth. He himself is having a beer.      He looks over at Yari. He has... not actually met her, he believes. But, well. This being Lute, and her being a cute girl, albeit a partially non-human one, he's almost immediately vaguely interested.      And so, he waves over to her, since she's at a relatively close by table.      "Heeeey, cutey. Why don't you come over here? I'll help you order. You look like you're not sure what to get."      His voice is almost certainly immediately recognizable. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' While the Bar & Grill sided with no faction and remained a neutral party in the matter of great wars, that didn't mean the establishment wasn't willing to take advantage of the situation for business. A neutral group that discouraged outright fighting and had the personal security to back it up was an optimal, and very profitable, venture for those what sought such conditions for meetings on both sides of legality. It's out of one such 'back room' that Mantigora strides with a more casual than usual manner, taking a bite out of some sort of shiskabob of alien meat chunks speared by one of her arm blades instead of a normal skewer. And waddling behind her is her Chua 'sidekick', the three foot space rodent flicking his fingers through some sheets of paper. "Hmph. Some species still using inferior parchment. Too easy to burn or loose. Going to have to copy to proper database later." Then Skuzzler craned his neck to peer up at the Draken. "As much as appreciate help appropriating these documents... did she-Draken really have to dart his guards?" Mantigora just shrugged her shoulders. "He needed enough of a threat to know we were serious. That's the way some of these scumbags work. Besides, it was only a knock-out nano-dart. Entirely non-lethal." Pause. Then shrug again as she continues walking. "Unless he has an allergic reaction." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' A familiar voice reaches Yari's ears, and she turns. A beat, a blink, and a tiny tail swish. Recognition dawns, though her eyes only lid slightly. Pondering the situation, she rises, beer in her single hand, and walks over. The menu is held with her teeth given her difficulties. After a sip to wash out the taste of menu, she joins Lute. Chair pulled out with a foot, she crosses her legs as she sets down her things. Sip. "Your offer is generous, Sir. Asagi Kono." Her voice is quieter even than usual, but it should be easily recognizable. Those eyes of hers narrow for a split second meaningfully, then return to normal. "What would you recommend?" Up close, one might notice her blonde hair is dyed black today, and even her scale-patches seem to have taken on a red hue. The undercover kunoichi, now forcefully yanked from her mission, offers a look to Mantigora and Skuzzler. A small nod to the pair. No welcoming to her horn-sister, after all. Best to play this easy in case any unionites show up. 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute smirks a bit, a little surprised she actually joined. He supposes, as usual, that it's simply more luck with the ladies. Or the person could just be confused and not sure what to get. But, he looks over the menu a little.      "Well, Asagi, what kind of food do you generally like? That'd be a good place to start. I mean, I have some generic suggestions, but like. Having an idea of your preferences help."      And, then, a glance at Mantigora. He hasn't met her either. He hasn't even heard her on the radio. But, of course, seeing her, he just waves to her. She's a /bit/ more dragon-y than Yari? But still, She's still in the line of where Lute could find her attractive. If she were just a /bit/ more dragon-ish, though? Probably not.      "Hey, you should come over here, too. The more, the merrier."      Lute smiles, leaning back a bit. He tosses another PokePuff to Giratina, before turning to Yari again.      "Well, one thing, though... You can never go wrong with the meat on the menu. They have a /lot/ of exotic animals you can eat here." 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Really, you can't be a Fed and female without at least knowing of Lute. Some of the shameless side of his reputation proceeds him very well. Mantigora narrows her eyes just slightly, as the familiar voice of Au Ra belays the womans real identity. A faint smirk follows for a moment afterwards as she realizes there's probably a reason for the difference in appearances and the subdued happenstance-like greeting. She's not fond of 'undercover' herself, but it's an important aspect of their lines of work at time. So that's okay, we can play along. Mantigora takes another bite out of her shish-claw-bob as she strolls over to the two of them at the table. Though at first it's Giritina that she gives a glance towards. Nice, formidable looking creature there. "Mind if we join you?" Skuzzler pauses, squints one eye really far as he peers at 'Asagi'. Then cranes his head towards Mantigora again, using a hushed tone that really isn't all that hushed, it's just more raspy than usual. "I thought you said those not-Draken were ra-oow!" Which gets cut off in a yelp as Mantigora stomps on his tail just hard enough to get the point to shut up across. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' A glance over the menu once more. Her lips purse in thought. For some reason, this seems to be a very important decision to 'Asagi'. Finally, the Au Ra nods. "I am a cook. My goal is to experience multiversal cuisine. I prefer pasta-based dishes. However, an exotic-meat based pasta would be interesting." Another glance down the menu, and... "How is the unicorn-meat alfredo?" There's a glance to the Giratina. An eye squints warily. "You are an impressive master of beasts. This creature is tame?" No, she is not assuming that Giratina is sentient. As for Mantigora? The ninja simply scoots her chair over and pulls a new chair in. There's a small nod again in welcome. And then there's tails being stomped on. "Good evening, Sir, Ma'am. The ale is excellent." She says politely, though peers at Skuzzler oddly. What a strange being! 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute just grins as yet another woman joins him at the table. Yes, almost certainly, he is doing very well. But he smiles at both of them. First, to Yari.      "Well, the Unicorn Meat Alfredo is /great/. Though be careful who you eat it around. Some of the folks from Union territory really don't take kindly to eating Unicorn. Though I think all of the Unicorn meat here is free range, and humanely killed?"      A smile at Mantigora, "And, who are you? I don't thin I've met you before, either. Though, you're pretty hot. ...Both of you girls, really."      He finally glances up at Giratina. "And, yeah, I raise monsters. Pokemon, mostly. This is Giratina. A /fairly/ powerful Pokemon. And, well. He /is/ sapient, but. He doesn't like talking much. So don't expect him to say hi." 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Mantigora drops into the offered chair with ease, leaning back and letting the arm without the claw-blade skewer drape over the back. "Mantigora," she replies to Lute, though doesn't bother with the surname and titles since this is a casual conversation. She does raise one barbed brow at the rest of his comment though. "No, I am quite comfortable with temperature." She bites another chunk off her kabob and gulps it down before remarking towards Asagi with a grin that shows some of her more fang-like teeth. "How to properly prepare a kill is good to know." Skuzzler wanders away for a moment, then comes back pushing one of the 'highchairs' for short races over to the table with an obnoxious squeek-squeek against the floor before he finally climbs up into it at the table and grabs one of the menues. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "I will keep this in mind. 'Humane'? They object to the methods used to capture food?" Truly, Yari seems confused here. The whole concept of humane food is simply beyond her. But she quickly orders the food, and soon enough, is tucking in with an utter lack of restraint that somehow manages to end with her spotless. The unicorn meat, as it turns out, is delicious. The compliment has her cheeks flushing just a bit. A tiny hiss escapes her. "Th...thank you." She doesn't seem to know how to take a compliment this one. "You are both pleasing as well." She finally returns. But she then quickly latches onto Giratina, looking the creature over. A small bow. "My apologies, Mister Giratina." "You are a professional monster tamer, then?" "Asagi Kono. You are a...hunter, Miss Mantigora?" She clings to the cover rather desperately as she eats, and devours ale. NOm. 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute smiles at Mantigora, shaking his head a bit, and waving a hand dismissively at Mantigora. "Oh, no, no. I don't mean it like /temperature/. Uh, let's see, how can I say this where you would understand... Oh! I find your physical form visually appealing. Does that make sense?"      He smiles a bit, "But, yeah, preparing the kill properly is good to know. I'm only an okay cook, myself, which is why I prefer to eat out."      He glances back to 'Asagi'. "Well, Unicorns are often considered holy, and something that shouldn't be killed. A lot of them are more mundane than that, though. But I think there are even some unicorns in the Union, too. So they might take offense to that. But, really, don't worry about it. Unicorn meat is /delicious/."      Whether or not Giratina took offense is hard to tell. He's just somewhat looking at the others without much care. He is more focused in the food in front of him, and the occasional PokePuff Lute is tossing him.      But, Lute shrugs, smiling. "Professional Monster Tamer, yeah. Let's see, though... Maybe I can show you guys some."      He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out several Pokeballs. Several appear. Tentacruel, Arcanine, Raichu, Gardevoir, and Castform. They just sort of hang out for a second, while Lute tosses each of them a Pokepuff. The Pokemon begin talking a bit amongst themselves, too.      "These are just some of those I have... What about you, though? What do you do?" 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' "Oh." So he was complimenting her appearance. Though he wasn't nearly as slimey about it as some of the things people have said of this Lute would suggest. So either they were exaggerations, or he was being extra nice. The difference really did not matter to her. Humans weren't really a thing for her, but a return compliment was probably expected culturely. "You are... acceptable as far as human-like beings go," she finally replies. "I am not familiar enough with your kind to know what attributes would not be considered dishonorable to mention." She bites the last chunk of meat off her kabob and picks up a napkin to wipe off the blade. "A hunter, yes. In many meanings of the term." Skuzzler just hunkers down behind the menu and grumbles about the lack of appropriate Chua dietary requirements in most of the offerings, which gets an eye-roll out of Mantigora. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "Agreed." That, on the unicorn meat. The fact she's already devoured her plate should be a testament to /that/. A small nod. "That would be educational." She says simply, before finishing her beer. She looks over the appearing pokemon. And the Arcanine even gets a little pet! "I am an adventurer and cook. A traveler, mostly." Then, she smiles to the pair, and stands. "Thank you for the company, I should be going. Good day to you both." Paying for her meal, she slips out with her shopping bags, off to ready herself for the operation. 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute waves to 'Asagi' as she leaves. "See you. Have fun."      He turns to Mantigora, now.      "...So. I'm trying to remember. Are you a Confederate? I... /think/ I might of heard your voice on the radio before, but I forget. Sorry. I really shouldn't forget a beautiful woman's voice."      "Also, thanks for finding me acceptable. That's more than a /lot/ of people say."      He pauses, considering. Baaah, he barely knows her. What to talk about?      "What do you even hunt, anyways? Rare animals? Or is it more of a bounty hunter type thing? Or a mix?" 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Beautiful? Okay now he was just layering on the compliments. Granted she would be considered quite a catch by her kind's standards, but that's more than physical appearances. It gets a bit of an amused snort out of Mantigora though if only because the thought of someone actually flirting with her was rather out there. "I am, yes." Once the sauce (or is that blood) is wiped off the blade retracts into her arm with an audible slicking sound. Then she smiles at Lute, letting all of her sharp, predatory teeth show. "Both. Rare animal hunts are a grand tradition.... but not always that challenging. Not like things that -think- and can -plan- for themselves." Skuzzler must of found something that looks edible to him, as he verbally drags over a waitress to order. Mantigora reachs over to snatch the menu as he does, since she's finished her appetizer from the back-room meeting, and after looking it over to find something that looks pallable orders a meal of 'gaqh and bloodwine'. The uncooked version. The waitress does give her a leery look for a moment, but after noticing those teeth seems to realize that she ordered something off the Klingon menu shouldn't really be a surprise and doesn't comment. 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute smiles, "Well. I'll try to remember you, then. Though, it shouldn't be hard. Just so many people around now days, I somehow missed on meeting you sooner." A bit of a shrug from him.      Lute ponders, "So, if you're a bounty hunter, though... I /might/ have some missions for you. You interested?"      Lute chuckles a bit, though. "Blood wine? Man. That stuff is hard to handle. I've tried it a few times, but it's a /bit/ strong for me, usually." 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' With food ordered Skuzzler picks the stack of documents back up and shuffles through them again. Then hisses through his moustache. "Stupid ancient information method! Chua not have proper anachronistic impliment to make notes on stupid prehistoric parchment." "He means a pen," Mantigora simplifies when the waitress gives her an odd look again. "His species doesn't use 'paper' anymore." This gets an eyeroll out of the woman, but she does pull one of the pencils normally handed out to kids for the activity placements from her apron pocket. Skuzzler snatchs it out of her hand before she can even ask. "Serving wench a credit to her job!... Now go away until food ready." "Or social graces," Mantigora deadpans as the woman walks off. Oh well. "Strong, hmm? We'll see if it holds up to what I'm expecting then." She then leans forward a bit, resting one arm on the table. "One of the finest in the Dominion." Though now he's gotten her attention with the mention of possible jobs. 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute leans back, just observing. He's really not used to aliens, but he's still handling himself well. Smiling. "Well, while I can see avoiding using paper, I can't imagine completely avoiding it. But, still, yeah. Pens are what you'd need. But... Well."      He just stares at Skuzzler, "You really should be nicer to the wait staff, or else they might spit in your food or something. It's not a good idea to piss people off who are serving your food."      He shrugs, though. I mean, just advice after all.      "But yeah, Blood Wine is incredibly strong. Though if you want /really/ strong, try a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. It's one of the most dangerous drinks out there. ...I'm not sure if this place serves them, though."      But, a smile. Time for business.      "And as for the job... Well. Person after me named Riva Banari. And I want her life made a living hell. I want as much as possible discovered about her, and for those she cares about to be targetted. Interested?" 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Skuzzler squints at Lute for a moment. "Good minions know it better to spit on food than say something directly," he says like this should be common knowledge, then hunches over the edge of the table to start adding his own notes to the papers. Mantigora just rolls her eyes again. "Don't mind him. Chua have a very.... eccentric social structure." Then she pauses a moment, considering. The name may of popped up in a report or two, but she can't place any actual experiences with yet. No matter. "My, my. And what has she done to earn such ire if I may ask?" 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute just shrugs, "Well, I won't mind him too much. I already got my food, anyways."      A smile at Mantigora. He leans forward.      "Well. What she did is simple. She's calling me out for the fact that I have so many girlfriends, and wants to beat me up because of it. I really did /nothing/ wrong. It's personal social life stuff. And she wants to beat me up for it."      "So. The more pain she suffers, the /better/." 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' "So it's over putting her nose in business it not belong in. This can be worked with, yes." Mantigora pauses to sit back up as her food, not taking long to prepare since it's not cooked, is brought out. It's not just raw, it's raw enough the worm-like creatures that are piled on the plate like a mass of pasta are -still squirming-. The waitress is already looking a little ill as she quickly sets down the glass of bloodwine to go with it and walks away in a hurry. "Make her miserable for making you miserable. Ah, such a familiar setup." Mantigora spears a lump of the gaqh with a fork and shoves it in her mouth. At least she's polite enough to actually chew a bit and swallow before speaking again. "That tickles going down." 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute, for his part, remains rather calm as he watches her eat. Really, it's not his preference. But, he's just fairly hardened to this kind of stuff.      "Well. For now, I want it not linked back to me. But, I'll pay you whatever you find fair. I put up a very /cheap/ bounty on the Syndicate board, but in truth, I'm willing to pay a /lot/ more."      He smiles a bit.      "Heck, maybe we could even go on a date later, too. I mean that's worth a lot too!"      Yeah, he's never not on. Unless its his other mind in control. 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' "One of the benefits of this job is it's easy to not have to say where the trouble is coming from." Mantigora replies, then goes for a sip of the bloodwine. Licks her lips afterwards. "You're right, that does have a nice sharpness to it." This must be pretty close to Draken cuisine if she's not reeling from it. "Let's not mix business and pleasure on matter." Well that's not a no per say, but it might just be her being polite about it since he did just offer her a job. 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute nods, "Fine, understand not mixing business and pleasure. But, still. Just tell me how much you'll want. I don't know who she is connected to, though, so it might take some looking things up to target those connected to her. I know she uses guns as a weapon, but that's all I know otherwise."      And, another smile.      "I'm sure you'll do /very/ well at this. Thanks for being up for taking the job." 

:'''{{#var:583|Mantigora (583)}} has posed:''' Mantigora gives Lute a toothy smirk as she sticks her fork back into the plate of goqh and pulls out another wad. "We will worry 'bout actual price once we see how much work it actually takes." She stuffs the wad of living worms in her mouth and chews thoughtfully on it. Lute may be as kooky or not as kooky as people say, but that matters little to her when it comes to work. Besides. Look at the screwball fuzzbrain she works -with- as a partner. 

:'''{{#var:188|Lute (188)}} has posed:'''      Lute smiles. At this point, he recalls his Pokemon, and stands up.      "I'm glad we can do business. I'll have to meet you again sometime."      And with that, he leaves. 

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1896/Coffin Rosary

2015-03-31T14:55:46Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' In a tiny town in the Central Valley, strange energy readings pick up on the Union scanners. It's not the full-blown burst of a unification of an entire world, but small enough to almost be missed at first. And it likely does, languishing for some time in the little town of Argol. The people of the town are hard-working folk, farmers and craftsmen primarily that shuffle their goods off to the far-away trade town that allows the village to, while not exactly become rich, live utterly well by the standards of their time. More importantly, they're insignificant enough to not really get caught up in Multiversal affairs on the whole, and like things that way. But sometimes the multiverse has a way of forcing itself on a town like this. Thus it is that, four days after the mysterious deaths started, a second burst gives the poor Elder of the town yet another mystery. And after the fear that's going through the town, the strongest of the men in the village quite literally have fire and pitchforks at the ready when the object emerges into view in the small town square. It's a metallic coffin of obvious futuristic origin, though one of the magically sensitive amongst the villagers make note of the massive thrum of magic coming from it. Two triangular shield-like attachments float off to the left and right, chained to the thing as if to keep it aloft. A small 'bouquet' of red metal roses sit at the chest of he coffin, just above what might just be a touch-screen. But the oddest part of all? It's open-faced, showing the occupant: a young woman, with a visor over her face, metallic bolts and other restraints drilled into the coffin to keep it secure. The coffin floats ominously, and after several attempts by the more feisty villagers of stabbing it, the Elder calms them down. Whatever it's made out of, it's more than enough to break pitchforks. With a sigh, the Elder of the village finally puts in a call to the Union. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' A call to investigate strange readings of energy goes out through the Union. Suspected magic at work, those who are knowledgable and sensitive to such things could indeed be useful in finding out just what is happening. Indeed, it is something Inga has quite a bit of experience in, as a wisewoman. A witch, as many likely call her, some with a more favorable tone than others... Inga arrives in the town, slightly pleased at least have choosen the right manner of dress--not that it made much difference to her. She appears in a gown of fine wool died a beautiful crimson, in a fur lined cloak, her carved oak staff in hand. She's been wandering around the town a bit, sensing the magical energy, leaving herself open to visions...anything that might help them. When the object appears, Inga hears about it as gossip rolls over the town, carrying the word as a wave carries seaweed. She head in the direction of the mysterious object and it's occupants, frowning thoughtfully as she approaches. "Doesn't look as though it is from here," she observes. She's seen some of the multiverse by now, and this does not seem like something that would be find in this place. Technology is most certainly /not/ her thing, but she pokes what looks like a touch screen cautiously, looking around for any runes of sealing or anything of the like. Those prodding the thing will get a look and a signal from the woman to step back. Despite short stature, she has an air of authority. 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason had come to love being off world, getting away from the school. While she made friends and learned not all the upper crust were? Habour bound. So many of them were just so inbred it was mind boggling. She was starting to learn why on many extraveral worlds? The nobility had pushed aside one way or another. Either way here she is today wondering about the contact and well? She wanted to get out and explore, right? She looked her mPhone and looked at the result on it again. The map said this was the place, and now it's time to check out what's going on here. The deaths are truly a problem and she's just behind Inga. The young Levitani looks to Inga and humms. "This seems to be the case, Humm the touch screen I wonder..." Lyria now takes a closer look at the pad and sees what she can do with it after she pockets her phone. 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Maxine got word of a high-tech coffin that was out of place that was out of place herself. That certainly gets one's attention as the scientist arrives on scene. She's wearing a lab coat as usual, she's not one to get dressed up unless it's a special occassion and she figures it's better than showing up in power armor. She notes that Inga and Lyria have arrived ahead of her, which isn't too surprising since she came here from work. "I wonder it's from a space colony?" That would explain what it's doing here and how it ended up in this village of all places. 

:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' The arrival of the 'Witch' by now is the least of the locals' problems. Even the priest here seems more concerned about what devilry has been brought to their lands, especially considering the slowly filling graveyard. No, for once, Inga won't have to deal with any religious strife. The Elder gives a nod, and between Inga's air of authority and dress that makes sense for the area? She's likely the most comforting thing they've all seen these last few days, and so smartly the townsfolk abandon pitchforks and step back. The woman's inspection may prove enlightening: the only thing sealing the woman per se seems to be that ridiculously strong metal fitted around her, going for physical rather than magical restraints. Instead, the runes etched magically into the thing seem to be drawing what little magic it can from the atmosphere, and others seem to be trying to, if Inga can recognize them, draw a purely ridiculous amount of energy from /somewhere/. They seem to be only marginally working, these ones, likely due to Inga's own conjecture. This thing is /definitely/ not from around here. The final thing that Inga might notice with her expertise is that the woman it seems to hold is steadily consuming part of the magic powering the device. There's no real visions from the occupant of the coffin, only momentarily flashes that don't make much sense. Whatever this device is, it seems to put her under a deep coma. Lyria and Inga get the right idea, however, as either one prodding the touch screen causes the entire coffin to light up in blues and whites along certain edges with a humming sound as it goes full-power. A robotic voice emits from the coffin, "Valentine Pacification System version 3.0 online. Current magical conversion rate: 20. Critical energy failure estimated in twenty four hours. Backyard link percentage: 9." The touchscreen presents three options at the top on the blue-white screen, with a ticker of various magi-tech stats running below it: --> General Information --> Occupant Information --> Release Occupant 

:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' One of the villagers, apparently more worldly than their companions, turns to Maxine. "Ain't never seen no cryosleep chamber like that'un darlin'! Gawd dang, and what's all this about magic? I came here to get /away/ from crap like this!" The villager tips his hat a bit, shaking his head. "Don't like the sound of that there 'critical failure' though." 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga notes the runes, widening her magical sight as she examines them and attempts to glean their source. "Interesting...these runes, I believe they are meant to draw power. The woman inside this device is drawning energy both from this...thing, and from...somewhere else. Her home, perhaps?" she muses out loud. She leans back a moment, eyes wideing when the robotic voice speaks. Words appears on the screen, and Inga looks to Lyria and Maxine, lips pursing. "What does it say?" she asks. 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' "Well, I don't think it's possible to completely get away from outside influence in the Multiverse...wait Pacification System does that mean it's designed to keep her inside?" Maxine suddenly sounds concerned, "I wish there was more time to study it but a critical energy failure could be dangerous." The person inside might die or could overload and explode. "I think it would be best to clear the area before we try and open it." She can't help but to suggest. The woman might possibly attack if she was dangerous enough to be contained. 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason would be considered a witch if she showed what she could do with her powers. However she's just a strange likely under-dressed woman with tattoos. Also goggles she gets a good look her at the thing and she wonders for a moment. The runes seem to be set up to contain something but that's not her area of skill. She does however pause for a moment. "A weapons system of some sort?" She pauses, as she gets a chance to look inside, she looks Hume to her at least visually. "Whatever this thing is and yes, it looks like it. Also it looks like it's going to suffer a failure in less than a day at this point. I think we're going to need to one get people back and wake her up. If she's a soldier of some sort things might get tense." She gives a quick glance to Maxine and Inga for a moment longer. "Ya, the pod could deep six itself, or worse." 

:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' When Inga opens her senses towards /those/ runes, something odd happens. The feeling of magic and pure knowledge being shoved into one's head forcefully might fill her entire being with such pressure that even such a weak link threatens to cause blood vessals to burst, bones to snap, and one's brain to raddle most painfully. When she does that, an alarm starts blaring, and the magical runes drawing in energy glow hard enough to be seen on the coffin itself. "Warning: scrying of Backyard induction runes may lead to injury, death, or permanent mental damage and/or insanity." As Lyria and Maxine ponder the issue, the Elder frowns a bit. Turning to his villagers, the Old Man looks to them. "You heard the ladies! Get anything you need, then get off to the next town! If that thing blows, well, better the village than any more lives." The villagers scramble to do just that under the tough old man's death glare. Then the man approaches the thing, lifts his staff, and pokes the 'Occupant Information' option. "Loading..." "Occupant Name: Elphelt Valentine. Race: Valentine. U.N. Risk Rating: A. Warden of the Kingdom of Illyria under King Ky Kiske. Status: Terminate at will. Release only under emergencies or Gear proximity level..." The machine suddenly pauses, and a massive roar fills the air. From beneath one of the houses, a massive worm-like creature bursts through the wooden structure, tearing it to shreds. It's covered in brown fur, has a wide mouth enough to swallow a man whole with razor sharp, shark-like teeth. From the dripping maw, its saliva might just be acidic judging by how wood rots beneath it. "Gear detected. Initiate emergency release?" The touch-screen gives two options here: Yes or No. 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Maxine gasps as the worm creature tears the house apart, it looks like they have no choice but to free the woman. They can't just leave the coffin here with the beast. She hates to do this but it looks like they're going to have to take action first and ask questions later. She reaches out and touches the choice labelled, "Yes." Hopefully they wouldn't end up regretting this, but she figures the worm would likely be deemed the bigger threat if the woman is a soldier. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga lets out a shout that is short lived before she collapses to her knees as if buckling under the pressure of an unseen force. She groans, eyes clenched shut as blood dribbles from her nose and ears as a flood of information rushes into her. Inga is fairly used to forceful visions, becoming a channel through which deities themselves have spoken....so, it could have been a good deal worse. Her regeneration kicks in, helping her body to heal as her mind tries to put all of its pieces back together again. This takes a few moments. A few moments only, but in those moments chaos breaks loose and Inga is left there as a giant worm destroys a building. 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason is very happy the Elder and others are getting out of town, it might be for hte best and well when things come down to it? She knew the U.N. might stand for united nations, but that group was as common as Earth seemed to be for some reason. She does however how dangerous this is. She picks up hearing whatever it was made to fight is there. Oh look it's a freaking Sand worm of some sort, gods this was going to get messy. AS Maxine punches it? Lyria is already moving he rapidly driving her feet into the ground and tries to turn the earth against the worm in an attempt to buy time. "Inga?! Maxine do what you can to help the villagers. I'll try to stall this thing, while whatever she is wakes up!" She continues with whatever it is she's doing, and a spike of earth tries to impale the Gear. 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Maxine helps carry supplies away from the village. She's not know for her physical strength but it's something she can do to help. It would be best to try and salvage what they could before it gets destroyed by the worm. Hopefully, Lyria can drive it off or the woman comes to before it starts going after the townspeople. "It's times like this, I wish I were stronger." 

:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' Maxine hits the touch screen, and the entire machine rumbles for just a moment. Steam erupts from the bolts along the coffin as they unscrew and slowly fall out. The body of the coffin rises forward, then splits open to reveal the woman inside. "Level 3 restrictions released. Pacification protocols shut down." Are all it states as the thing finally goes offline, only barely floating in the air right now. The tall woman inside slumps forward lifelessly at first, ducked into a half-bow of sorts. It's an almost mechanical motion, and only reveals both that strange bridal dress as well as more of that uncanny-valley type beauty that just seems off to those not used to artificial life-forms. Finally the viser falls off, and Elphelt's green eyes blink three times. "Nnngh...where...am I?" Comes a groggy, dazed voice from the woman. Slowly she stands up, for a moment looking utterly unaware of the strife going around her until one of the villagers nearly clips her. Then she goes utterly straight in alarm, like a soldier at attention. "OH CRAP A GEAR! Everyone run away!" She shouts suddenly, reaching back towards the coffin to pull out...a bouquet? The woman waves it around excitedly, flailing on one foot! "A crazy one, too! So go that way! No no no, to your right! Ohhhh, this is why I'm not in Mister Kiske's army!" Huffs the woman in frustration as she tries to direct traffic in vain. The Elder, strong for his age, is over to Inga quickly. "Up you go young lady!" He says as he tries to haul her bodily to her feet. The Gear roars out as it's impaled by the earth spike, writhing and flailing in immense pain. Spittle and gobs fly everywhere, making holes in ground and buildings alike. Thankfully the villagers are smart enough to run /away/ from the creature, and no one comes to harm. But the creature isn't defenseless eve now, and makes a horrible sucking sound. Then a massive ball of sticky, acidic saliva goes flying straight for Maxine. "HEY! Don't you dare hurt these ladies before they've had a chance to find their ONE TRUE LOVE!" Yells out Elphelt, before she reaches into her dress. Then she tosses a miniature cake at the creature, only for it to baloon in size. It's easily taller than the massive Gear, and has a life-sized plastic figure of Elphelt atop it. And right beside it is a mini figure of the Gear they're fighting. Weird. But between the spike, and the wedding cake, the thing isn't moving. Then with a burst of pink after-trails, Elphelt rushes the trapped creature. From seemingly nowhere, she pulls out a slender, two handed sword, and does a flying-slice of cake and wyrm alike! "JUDGE BETTER HALF!" The cake splits in two, freeing the Gear, that falls into a bleeding heap. The creature finally calms down, whimpering pathetically. Sword put away into her bouquet, Elphelt then turns to Maxine, INga, Lyria, and the Elder. "So, uhhh...hi. Do any of you guys have a line to Mister Kiske? I'd really rather we don't kill him if we can help it. Gears like that aren't exactly, uh, in their right minds. He should be able to get a containment team." Pause. She frowns a little. "Is everyone alright? I've got first aide." From out that magical bouquet, she pulls just that. Maxine and Inga in particular are being looked at with worry, the woman breathing in a too-even, mechanical way. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' By the time she's gotten her mind back together, she's being hauled to her feet. "Unnng..." she groans in pain and confusion. Suddenly, giant worm thig! Inga's mouth drops open in shock for a moment, then looks to the see the woman in the metal box has been released and is...throwing...cake? And shouting about TRUE LOVE! Maybe her mind isn't all the way back together after all. Either way, she draws her knife from her belt and brings it across to slice into her arm, blood welling to the surface then rising into the air, pooling there until Inga begins to direct it, using her knife to focus her energy. The blood shouts out as Inga directs, beginning to form a hovering crimson circle around the creature that glimmers a subtle honey-gold. Inga, blinking rapidly, looks to Elphelt. "...I haven't a clue what you are talking about, but the circle should contain it for now. Who are you?" she asks, not unkindly, but clearly a little on edge. 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Maxine looks a bit stunned as Elphelt awakens. That's certainly not the reaction, the scientist was expecting from her. She knows not to judge by apperances, but now she's wondering why the woman was sealed away to begin with. She wouldn't expect someone like to show mercy to an opponent. "I'm not familiar with who that is. Do you work for him?" The name had came up when they were entering instructions into the computer. "And more importantly are you alright? It seems like the device you were in wasn't in the best shape." 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason watches the almost doll like woman get out of the pod question where she is and then she seems to focus on the Gear. It doesn't take too long at this point. It takes a moment to watch the end of the gears and just /stares/. Also the strange woman is talking about finding their one true love? A champion of justice, she's not looking at the moment. Then again? Given her parents well that's a story in and of it self. Still she gets the sentiments and she backs up as the thing goes down. "I'm afraid I don't and wait it's gone mad?" She stares at the Gear which is still alive and whimpering. She withholds her attacks on it and accepts that there's more to this than it just being a monster of some type she doesn't know about. "I'm afraid I don't know such a man however I think we can help getting a containment team of some sort. If that thing's got a mind of it's own and isn't right in the head right now I think i understand." Hey she gets extraveral life can come in packages that well? Would be considered monstrous or the spawn of the enemy, by people on her world. "I'm Lyria and thank you for the help... though I think that Gear may be why villagers here have gone missing...." 

:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' "Heeyyy, what are you doing? You'll hurt yourself! I mean, I know some guys like scarrs, but that's going way...too...far!?" Elphelt starts as Inga /slashes her wrists/. Only to be dumstruck as the blood forms a circle around the creature, seemingly containing. Jaw open, head donk'ing to the side in surprise with eyes comically wide, she lets out a sigh. "...Oh, you're a mage or a chi user. Well, mage I guess, you don't look japanese. Uhhh, right! I'm Elphelt Valentine! Human, definitely. Nothing strange about little me at all. Heh. Heh heh heh." Elphelt is a /terrible/ liar. Then the woman is on Inga, trying to festoon her wrists with bandages, and inject her with magical-scientific stimulants to give her some energy. She frowns. "...Don't tell me you went and did something stupid like try to read the Backyard induction runes on the containment unit? This looks a lot like exhaustion from Backyard exposure. You're not raving mad now, are you?" Then she turns to Maxine, still busy fiddling with poor Inga if she can manage it. "I really must be in the boonies! Ugh, that must have been a time-space distortion. Weird that it didn't get any of the castle. Anyway! You could...more say I'm his prisoner, technically. Or maybe 'witness protectee'. Long story short, there's a lot of people that don't like...people like me, and he made that so I wouldn't just have a mob of angry people trying to hurt me." She pouts at that, sighing. For a moment, she looks a bit lost and saddened. Then she perks right back up, though it might seem a little forced. "But yeah, Ky Kiske is one of the Kings of Illyria. It was my, " She pauses, muttering something like 'Directive', before catching herself. "Mission to find him. Uh, yeah, I'm okay. Was pretty close though. Not having enough magic is bad for me. But I can make it up in food!" There's a vocalized growl from her stomach that has a hint of something almost computerized. It's weird. She blushes at that. To Lyria, she nods. "Oh jeez, am I in one of the islands, or the colonies? Don't you know about the Crusades, and Gears? Oh well, uh, Gears are humans that get injected with animal DNA and magic. Some turn out, well, kind-of ok. The first generation ones. Sometimes...you get that. Hard to say if you could call them sentient anymore, but sometimes that level of genetics tampering is just...well you saw the poor thing." Then she shrugs. "That's all I know though, just the basics. You'd have to ask a real magi-geneticist for that." Pause. She stands up finally. "Who are you guys anyway? You're strong, but you don't look like soldiers." 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Well, the device said the girl was a Valentine. The growl suggests to Maxine she's some kind of android, but that doesn't seem to bother at all. That might explain why there are people after her. Either way she's concerned about her well-being. "It's a pleasure to meet you Elphelt, I'm Maxine Sandberg." She introduces herself. She's not really that familiar with Inga or Lyria either come to think of it. "Well, if you've been sealed away for a long period of time getting something to eat would be a good idea." She's not quite sure why she threw the cake at the monster instead of eating it, but one couldn't live on cake alone. 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga turns toward Elphelt, ready to explain, only to be descended upon, fussed over, and /injected/ with something. Inga gasps, trying to fend off the strange woman. "I'm perfectly fine! There is no need for bandages, I will heal quickly!" she explains. "And why did you stab me with a needle!?" she demands, feeling the effects of the stimulant and letting out a shudder, eyes widening as it supercharges her already excellerated healing. The skin of her arms is reknitting before their eyes. Inga frowns as she asks about the runes, defensive. "I was attempting to learn what you were and where you'd come from, of course I read the runes--and no, I am not raving mad....well, no more than usual," she adds, voice falling to a quiet grumble by the end. Inga takes a steps away from the girl, leaning on her staff. Odin's bones, she grows exhausted just listening to her. But listen she does, despite growing confusion. "Well, you will not be harmed here, worry not. What do you mean, people like you?" she asks. "I think you may be...confused. Indeed, I think you are likely in a different world. Could be you have just entered the multiverse," she says. When she mentions food, Inga reaches into the pouch at her waist. A small thing, made of leather, yet...Inga pulls out a taco that seems quite fresh. There's a slight bit of what looks like honey on the outer package. "Here, have a taco," she offers. "Now, I am Inga Freyjasdottir, wisewoman of Uppsala and ally of an organization called the Union," she introduces, bowing her head formally. "Not a soldier, no. A mage, as you say," she nods. The circle of blood just keeps on floating there, magic surging through it to contain the thing within until they figure out what is to be done with it. 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason looks to her for a moment and shakes her head. She hears about the gears and she feels a sense of abject horror. She manages to not show too much sign of it. She does listen however as she has more to say. "That thing ... was a hume like us once?" She pauses staring then gets back on track. "Your on another world I'm afraid, you arrived in another dimension. I'm Lyria Mason a machinist , and I'm with the Union. Also are you okay the pod said you were low on something from somewhere called the backyard..." The blue haired lady seems leigtly concerned about that and she looks to Maixine and then to Inga for a moment. "Yes Inga's correct. Your a long way from home." 

:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' "You're tired! Peering into the Backyard /should/ have killed you! This'll keep your energy up so you don't fall into a coma like that one mage back in Illyria did when he tries to fix the containment system's runes to be more efficient." But then Inga's flesh is knitting itself back together. Elphelt looks oddly fascinated. "Uhh, I don't mean to be rude, but are you really a human? Sure you're not a half-gear?" She whispers to Inga. She then sighs in relief. "Whoo, good. I don't like 'waking up' to someone crawling on the ground screaming. Really bad for your complexion, you know?" Finally she just looks around, and decides the gig is up. "Ugh, El, you're a terrible liar. Okay, okay. I'm an artificial humanoid called a Valentine. Mother makes us in the Backyard...I don't know how...to carry out her will. The first generation Valentine was emotionless, and that's why she was defeated. So Mother made me." The Valentine looks horridly nervous, and clutches her bouquet tightly to her chest. At least until she sneezes, sending up a plume of flower petals everywhere. That taco is snatched up and devoured ravenously, gone in the space of half a second through superhuman reflexes. Gulp. "Ahhh, just like the ones in that vender in Illyria City! Thanks Miss...Inga." She's not even going to try that last name. Cue Elphelt's confusion. "Wait...different world? Multiverse? Uhh...what's going on?" There's growing concern in her features now, even a little fright. "You're joking, right?" Even a little desperate sounding. She hides her head for a few moments in her flowers, trembling there. Her features scrunch, and she barely chokes back a sob. Turning away, she wipes away some tears. "Okay. It's okay El. Just one more setback. It'll be fine." Mutters the woman to herself. When she turns back, that mask of cheeriness is paper thin. "Yeah, all Valentines are from the Backyard. It's a little complicated to explain, but, uh think of it like the glue that makes the world possible!" A nod to the creature. "Yeah, humans sometimes end up like that, especially if whoever's handling the conversion is a hack-job. Which is most of the time these days, after the Crusades. No one likes Gears, even less than Valentines." 

:'''{{#var:525|Inga (525)}} has posed:''' Inga looks away, frowning slightly. "No, I'm...I'm something else," she informs Elphelt quietly, shaking her head. "Artificial..humanoid," she repeats, as if the words have the wrong shape in her mouth. Someone who was made in a 'backyard?'. "What is this Backyard? I am not sure I understand," she asks, reaching into her pouch to produce another taco, what she offers to the woman. In addition to the comfort of food, Inga places a comforting hand on Elphelt's arm, empathy surging. "We can help you. It is a shock...believe me, I know it well," she says. "I'll help however I can. The Union has places where you can go, so at least you will not have to worry about food and shelter while you try to figure out what has happened," she explains, glancing to the others for support. 

:'''{{#var:279|Maxine Sandberg (279)}} has posed:''' Well, Maxine was close. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to find your world. If you unifed that means it likely did as well." She puts a hand on Elphelt's shoulder as she tries to reassure her. She's curious to now why Valentines were disliked, she seems friendly enough. Was she part of some kind of artifical army, there were so many questions but she doesn't overwhelm her. She just arrived in the Multiverse after all. "Yes, you should just relax for now. It sounds like you've been through a lot." 

:'''{{#var:670|Lyria Mason (670)}} has posed:''' Lyria Mason looks to Inga, and gets her world's magic is a bit fishy, compared to how it works on her own. Seriously what was up with those Bees? She has no idea she just knows Inga's got impressive abilities when all is said and done. "I can get that not and humm an artfficial? I see, and now you work for this Ky? I take it." She shakes her head throwing everything away even reason /for power/. It made her sick. However Elphelt is not at fault for this at all right? "We'll do what we can to help you, you can trust on us for that much." 

:'''{{#var:740|Elphelt Valentine (740)}} has posed:''' That taco's gone almost in the same instance. Notably El is now hanging closer to Inga. Not unlike a dog really. Those rabbit-ear bits of cloth on her head are perking up happily. Weird. "It's an alternate dimension to the world...uhh, Mister Kiske's world, I guess. It contains the source of magic and information that lets other worlds exist. That's all I really know. I, uh, only gained 'consciousness' in Mister Kiske's world. We Valentine's are programmed with our knowledge, and just kinda...kicked out of the Backyard to do what Mother wants." She sounds a little resentful, there. "So I can't say any more than that, I'm just repeating what I've been programmed." But then as Maxine and Inga both give her pats, she outright tries to hug the duo with a happy squeal. "REALLY!? YOu'll help me? Even though I'm a Valentine? OH THANK YOU! I'll make it up to you, I promise! All of you! We'll find my world, Mister Kiske and even that /jerk/! And then we'll find Ram, stop her, and then everything will be a-ok! Oh, oh, and then we'll all find our PERFECT TRUE LOVES and fall forever into eternal happiness!" Then she lets go, goes straight, and busts a nosebleed. "Ohhhh that'd be /SO ROMANTIC/!" THUD! The overloaded bridal-bot passes out in a fit of marital bliss. 

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1898/My Bloody Valentine Ft. Mordekaiser

2015-03-29T13:48:18Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari has called her dear friend-slash-girlfriend-slash-healerbro to the Field of Trials! And /not/ in her usual warm way. Indeed, Yari seems horrifically troubled by her nearly depressed words over the radio. The sleek grey of the field she's summoned up likely doesn't help. On one side there's a bed or two, and far too many healing supplies. The rest is just cold metal. The lizard-ninja sits with her legs crossed meditating, sword laid out in front of her as she wears a simple, unadorned white kimono. Silence reigns, the atmosphere one mixed with foreboding, frustration, and even sadness. Yari Takane is /not/ doing well, and when Sanary eventually enters, apprehension fills her. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Entering the Field, Sanary has a rather worried look on her face as she scans the area for Yari's presence. The layout of the field for today's session isn't what she's used to, and she eyes the excessive amount of healing supplies for a moment before turning to the Au Ra.     "Uh. Hey, Yari. Did something happen?" There's a hint of confusion in the healer's voice as she squats nearby in stark contrast to Yari's sitting position. "You sounded kinda weird over the radio. Uh. I'm guessing we're not doing the usual training, then?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari shudders a bit, barely able to keep a facade of discipline /or/ dignity. It's a far cry from her usual ways as she finally looks into Sanary's eyes. "Lord van Baelsar thinks that we're making each other weak. That we're threats to each other, Sanary. When you two were sparring, he...broadcast your screams to me." Her teeth grit, pain and anger lurking in her eyes. With anyone else, she'd never show such a depth of emotion. "I almost lost it. I couldn't stand the thought of you being hurt. He's right. As we are now? We're weak and useless. I...I want to be worthy of you, Sanary. And I'll do anything so that I can turn my love for you into a weapon. One that can defend both of us, my men, my world, my country...all of it. But it will not be easy, and it will be painful." Then Yari looks Sanary in the eyes. "Are you...willing to do this, Sanary? It's extreme, but, we have to...become used to seeing each other in pain. And to saving each other without losing focus." It's then, still sitting, that she starts drawing her katana slowly. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     The healer furrows her brow slightly at Yari's reaction, reaching over to give her a light pat on the shoulder. "Easy now. Hmm.. So he did, eh?" A look of uncertainty crosses the girl's face at the explanation of what Gaius had done, although she doesn't look particularly angry or saddened by it. Rather, she looks more like she's not entirely sure how to visibly react to the news.     "That's... Hrm. I guess I kinda get what he's trying to do. Not a bad idea, actually..." She grunts lightly as she crosses her arms, straightening up slightly in her squat as Yari makes eye contact. The healer has that light sheen to her eye today, indicating that she's actually using the thing for once.     "Of course I am. We've gotta get stronger however we can. Then we can take whatever we want, protect each other, protect everyone else we don't hate." There's a very brief snicker at that followed by a slow nod as her attention shifts towards the katana.     "What's the.. Uh. What's the plan, then?" 

:'''{{#var:738|Mordekaiser (738)}} has posed:''' Two women may be sparring for their love, so that their hearts may become stronger and ready for war. It was noble, honorable, the things romance novels are written from, but in all novels such as these there is always a greater darkness lurking in the shadows. A greater thing to overcome then what either may be prepared for. Thankfully this dark being was with the Confederacy and is perhaps the /only/ reason it has access into the Citadel. As the two make themselves ready for battle or at least become ready to do whatever it is they have planned, a heavy step can be heard from the shadows outside the training room. Each step is of equal measure and each step heavy. There is a metallic movement to it, like that of heavy armor being moved, and with each step it comes closer. Each step becomes ever more pronounced. It would not be long till the figure of these steps can be seen. A being of living armor, with crimson red glowing eyes within the pitch blackness of the shadow of his helm. Eyes that seem to float without an attachment to a face. The armored figure standing eight feet tall and spikes over his knuckle, shoulders, and a crown set of metal horns on his helm. This armored figure stares at them both, staring deeply at them and the sense of his presence is almost one of dread and death. The air slowly becoming colder by the chill of something unholy about him. His red gaze moves from Sanary, then slowly to Yari. There is no words spoken from the figure, just a long, cold, dead stare. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Slowly, Sanary manages to bring the depressed lizard-woman slightly out of her funk. All of that pain and suffering eases for a moment. She /understands/. "He's...a difficult man to figure out. But he's strong." A small nod. That eye turns on, and the woman tenses. "Even an Eikon won't stop us. And this is just the first step." States Yari, voice regaining that disciplined edge. She breathes slowly, calming herself, finding her center as her mind flashes the vision of the same woman right in front of her. "We're going to get used to each other's pain and suffering. We're going to inflict it. Struggle with each other. And then save each other until we know in our very bones that if we're together, we're safe. If we're apart? Then we have to trust in each other's strength and that of our allies to keep us alive." Then in a flash, she puts the tip of her blade into her own gut. "I'll go first. Hrrrngh!" And then proceeds to stab herself, unable to endure the sideways cutting move she starts along her innards. Thankfully, the technology here will stop her from dieing. But the pain doesn't go away. She screams as it's finally too much, and she falls as she begins to bleed from the mortal wound. The suffering and screaming might be a sweet symphony to Yari, who looks towards Mordekaiser at the last instant. Her eyes narrow suspiciously, only to widen in pain. She clutches her wound as she lays there, moaning in pain. "Wh...what...Eikon!?" She comes deliriously. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah... Still got a long way to go before we can fight that well." Chuckling again, Sanary does raise an eyebrow slightly at the mention of 'Eikon', although she doesn't question whatever that is just yet. That can wait until later when there isn't a more pressing matter to deal with.     Namely, then training. She does seem to understand the Au Ra's meaning as she speaks, although the healer still flinches at the sudden self-inflicted injury. Her first instinct is to reach a hand out to Yari, visibly fighting the urge to try and heal the injury. Even with her months of practice and years of being used to seeing people injured, the fact that it's Yari doing it to herself still shakes the girl to her core.     Even the armored figure's presence doesn't phase her immediately, only turning her attention to it once Yari's speaks up again. "Nn... H-hey. You here for training, too?" Sanary does a fairly terrible job at trying to sound normal, barely even moving herself to try and keep herself from making any sudden movements towards Yari. "Think I'd rather just use a shotgun on myself than that..." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari, with her vision blurring, can't help but shoot a look of sympathy to Sanary. But then her gaze hardens, the light slowly going out of her eyes as she quite literally begins perishing before the other woman. "Difficult...but...endure it Sanary. Let...*coughhack*...me help." Unfortunately for Sanary, that 'help' comes in the form of Yari grasping her katana, and with a mental scream of anguish, tosses it right at Sanary to be aimed perilously at the throat. Then she just collapses forward, every ounce of energy she has concentrating on staying awake, and watching her dearest friend and lover. One she just tried to kill. She can't quite keep tears out of her eyes, guilt and pain tearing at her heart. Only the knowledge that they'll both live even if they die allows her to keep her sanity. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Sanary clenches her jaw tightly as she watches Yari dying slowly, only barely managing to restrain herself from doing anything with the knowledge that the Field has its ways of keeping them from actually dying. Still, it's excruciating just squatting there and watching her, her knuckles turning white while her fingers dig into her knees.     The offer of help draws a strained and confused grunt from the girl, a pained yelp gurgling out of her throat at the sudden katana to the neck. Between squatting and being so focused on trying not to heal Yari, there's no chance for her to even react in time, and she stumbles back on her ass as she starts going into shock.     Twitching, blood gushing from her neck, her eye darting around to try and make sense of the situation. Even though she knows internally the entire purpose behind the training, her body is still acting mostly from a survival instinct. Taking hold of the handle, she does attempt to push the blade in just a little further to keep up with her own end of the training, but she doesn't have nearly the level of control necessary to do anything but writhe and gurgle. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari scratches at her chest, claws digging into her flesh as it to try to tear out her own heart. It's actually less painful than hearing and seeing Sanary die by her own hand. By now she's actively weeping and sobbing, the pure emotional anguish long since numbing her to the physical pain of dieing. Blood drips from her self-inflicted wounds, and as her vision finally goes black, she lingers on. Its pure darkness, all suffering and self-loathing, and that gurgling sound from Sanary's throat. Finally, after some time, there's blessed blackness. When the two awaken, they're on beds beside one another. The wounds are gone, but the pain...by Yari's perhaps masochistic desire for the training...remains. Yari sits up with a shout and a cry, only to look to Sanary. She reaches out to grab the woman's hand...and with visible anguish, stops herself. Her sword is right by the bed. She offers it over handle-first to Sanary, before sitting up. She's defenseless like this, tears in her eyes, and love shining through in them. "I love you, Sanary." She says, voice all pain and agony, slowly being reinforced by her heart and discipline alike. "If I knew another way, I..." She gulps, and her gaze hardens. "But we can become strong. I know it. I believe in you, and I believe in my training. We just...need to shield our hearts even as we entwine them. Do it. Kill me, Sanary. Even if we do this for an eternity, I could never hate you. No matter what, Sanary." 

:'''{{#var:738|Mordekaiser (738)}} has posed:''' As the armored figure watched the two stab one another and scream in pain, he could not help feel some deep great glee from this horrible display. How they bled, screamed, and cling onto one another with their last breaths. It was such a blissful sight in the eyes of the Metal Wraith. Though when Yari called him an Eikon and Sanary was confused, he could only deeply chuckle at these words and how much Yari expressed her love. It would not be to much longer that the figure Yari maybe hoped was a mirage of her pain started to /clap/ those metal hands together. They rang of metal with each impact, including as the dark chuckle escaped from him. "Who would have thought," He says as he goes to step forward with his hands coming out, "That the Confederacy could bring about such a succulent, delightful display of suffering." Those red eyes slowly start to narrow as he takes another step. "You even try to hide your fears for a thing such as.... heh heh... love. I am most... moved... by your theatrical display of emotional turmoil." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     As the blood continues draining from around the blade stuck in her neck, Sanary's thrashing eventually stops as she starts to come to terms with her impending (albeit temporary) death. Turning her head slightly to watch Yari, she's oddly peaceful despite the sheer madness of it all. Seeing each other other injured so badly to get used to the emotional impact instead of just the physical pain, getting injured themselves to get used to physical pain just in case...     It's actually rather enlightening. And painful. Very, very painful. The healer's arms reach out briefly as she starts to thrash about as the pain sets back in, then go limp once the darkness sets in.     And then she's awake with Yari again. Sanary looks over slowly at the sound from her partner, the sheen returning to her eye briefly as she stares at the sword offered to her. "L... Love you, too, Yari." She chokes on her words slightly as she says that, taking the offered blade and trembling at the notion of having to repeat the process from the other side this time around.     "Just gotta think of this as training. Nothing personal in it, just training and..." She trails off at hearing the armored figure speaking, narrowing her eye at him as she turns to face him. "Are you... Getting off on this?" She makes little effort to hide a look of disgust, stepping back slightly before touching the tip of the katana to her gut.     "We're not doing this for entertainment. This is training. And... Nngh. Do I just jam this in? 'cause a shotgun would probably be easier than-" She cuts herself off as she breaks the skin and stops, having quite a bit of trouble with the self-inflicted wound part of the training. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "Training, Sanary." Comes Yari reassuringly. And a little scared. But this time, she bears the pain slightly better, forcing herself to look straight at Sanary. Her resolve wavers for a moment as Sanary chokes at those words, and her clawed digits clench at the bed. It's mostly painful. Then Morde speaks up again, nearly forgotten. At first, yari is utterly silent, glaring down at the metal-based being. He's clapping. Slowly, Yari stands. Pure rage of a type she's never felt in her life grows in her, as if this being was pecking at the resolve and strength the two are showing. It pisses her off. Yari Takane is not used to being pissed off. "...Who are you, and why are you interrupting? You..." It's all too much. With ninja-speed hampered by her recent self-inflicted injury, she rushes forward with a kick aimed at that helmeted, too-red eyed head! "DISRESPECTFUL BASTARD!" She roars out, surprising herself with the depths of her fury. Pain and hate that's utterly fueled by action and her own thoughts of Morde being an Eikon has her striking furiously, if not entirely up to her usual standards of accuracy. 

:'''{{#var:738|Mordekaiser (738)}} has posed:''' "Getting off...?" The armored figure repeats before an slightly more dark chuckle escapes from him. "Such terms are for the /living/, I am /far/ removed from such.... sentimental... primitive... displays." He then crosses his arms over his chest, those eyes seeming to remained narrow. "I just find great satisfaction in pain and suffering, as it is the true clarity within all emotions." The unholy cold air does not go away, instead it continues to creep into the room. His demeanor does not change in the slightest and he does not seemly over concerned about the two women either. Though he does tilt his head as Sanary tries to jab the sword into her skin, but his attention is pulled from such a gruesome display as Yari lets her own displeasure be known in violence. Her kick is swift and lands directly as it should. It is a hard impact with the monster's metal helm, there is even a slight crack, but the crack heals just as quickly as it is formed. "Heh heh... Hah hah!" Is the only response Yari gets as her foot goes to move away, because while Mordekaiser is not lightning fast his hand was already on the move. The eight foot armored Wraith goes to grab her by her arm and then toss her aside like a sack of useless potatoes. As for Sanary, unless she has moved the sword away, his gaze turns back to her. "Let me... help you with that." He says with a twisted expression in those dark words. With a slight motion of his hand as it almost glows with a ghostly blue, it seems to go to manipulate the metal of the very sword so that it sinks into her body, if not directly through the other side... 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "So you're not...? Okay. That's... Better, then." The healer does seem just slightly relieved at that revelation from Mordekaiser, overriding the uneasy feeling from his presence simply from the fact that he wasn't deriving /that/ kind of pleasure from their training.     "Right. It's... It's just training. We can do this. We ca-uh." Sanary goes quiet as Yari flies into a rage, actually shocked to the point of being unable to quip about anything. She hasn't seen the Au Ra this angry before, and she's not even sure if she should do anything about the situation.     Her first instinct, of course, is to want to follow up behind Yari to add a second layer to the attack. On the other hand, this /was/ supposed to be training to fight off their emotion-based instincts and trusting each other to be able to handle themselves.     Plus, there's the sword thing to deal with. She cries out sharply as the sword pierces through her gut, her hand tightening around the handle as she drops onto a knee. The healer strings together several curses in mixed anger and pain, gritting her teeth while starting to punch the ground just to distract herself with pain elsewhere.     "Frghnshittyass... Dammit this sucks!" Shaking violently as she drops onto her side, she glares at the armored figure before nodding slowly and raising a hand to motion for him to continue. "K-keep it going! J-just gotta tough it out, Yari! Fucking... Assballs!" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari can't get much in the way of quips to Morde, as she's deftly grabbed and tossed. The ninja isn't exactly heavy, and goes flying easily, straight into a wall. Impacting with a most unhealthy crunch sound, she falls into a heap of gritted teeth and a broken arm. Her suffering lessens her anger for a moment, but it's nothing next to what she's already endured today. But it's Sanary herself that gives Yari the strength to stand up. The woman's sword is putty in Morde's hands, and the ninjette pauses. Looking from Sanary to Morde, her resolve slowly strengthens. That chill of death reaches her...and with a deep breath, she endures. That anger remains, only adding fuel to her defiant acceptance of the circumstances. As she's equipped? She can't hurt Mordecaiser. "...You actually have come at a good time it seems. Feh. Still too weak!" She admonishes herself, the creep of death and watching Sanary's suffering tearing at her inner most being. It's a sweet sympony of suffering. A symphony tainted by a growing acceptance, and appreciation for the life that is Sanary Rondel. So fleeting...but precious indeed. Her eyes harden. "Who are you? Do it. Kill her in front of me. Being able to stand in front of a superior opponent and watch my lover die...there's no greater pain than that." Her teeth grit, and pure hate is visible in her eyes. "Finish the damn job you sadist!" Spits out Yari, using every ounce of discipline to not rush in to help Sanary. Her knees ache, eyes fill with tears, but she endures. Morde is a cruel creature, but it all fits into her plans. Thank goodness for Sanary. 

:'''{{#var:738|Mordekaiser (738)}} has posed:''' Sanary asks for the Armored Figure to continue, seeming to understand that it is he who is manipulating the blade. There was a minor tilt of his head, before he moves his hand ever so slightly one way until he moves it the other. As for the sword, it drives in further before starting to slowly cut to the side. This is not the way a sword should move through the human body, but Mordekaiser does not care for if it is pain they desire.... pain he will give them. Gladly. Though as Yari calls out to him, yells at him in fact, he then just twists the sword in Sanary, changing its cutting angle slightly. "You desire her death to strengthen your own resolve." The Armored figure says with a slight chuckle in his voice. "Then if I was to kill her swiftly, heh heh, it make your own agony so much easier." "If it is pain you wish to master, you must be rid of fear, for fear is confusion." Mordekaiser says with a mild bit of delight in his voice. His other hand comes out as he starts to bend the metal in the area near Sanary, it can be heard groaning and creaking. Lights flicker from the sheer stress being put on the area as metal starts to bend down, reshaping itself to points directly above Sanary. "I do enjoy... great suffering." The armored being says, before he moves his hand away. As he does so the spikes dive down from above and impact Sanary and the sword flies out and away. It spins a few times before it clatters across the ground, sliding at last right at Yari's feet. It is when Sanary starts to choke on her own blood, does Mordekaiser rip away the metal spear bindings and they can be seen returning back into their proper positions once more. "As for who I am," His red gaze turns to Yari. "...I am the Master Of Metal, Lord and General of Shadow Isles... I am Mordekaiser. Heh heh... For it is a... pleasure... to meet you face to face... Centurion Yari Takane." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Do Yari's words hurt more, or does the blade? On one hand, hearing the Au Ra command Mordekaiser to kill her is quite painful in itself. If it wasn't for the fact that this was all a part of their training, Sanary might have actually become depressed over it.     On the other hand, she literally had a katana going through her in the wrong direction. That's definitely a thing. The healer's gurgling incoherently in between her cries of pain, starting to thrash again while continuing to utter incomprehensible curses from all the pain racking her body. There is that sense of peace slowly coming to her as the blood starts to drain faster from the spikes, her body growing colder for the second time in today's training session.     "Rrgh... Sucks so goddamn-nngh. N-next time? Shotg-uh." And then she dies again. Still, they're making progress! Maybe. Kinda. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Every movement of that sword seems to hurt Yari horrifically, even if it's not her own body that's currently being cut apart. This walking armored tyrant has put a kink in her plans...and one that's working brilliantly. Wrath threatens to overwhelm her, guilt swiftly following. Yari falls to her knees as Sanary finally thrashes, and grows cold. It's all she can take, for today. She looks to Morde, pain finally overwhelming her completely. "Wait...enough! That's enough for now!" Comes the woman desperately, shame at her own weakness following. It won't be long before the area undoes Sanary's death, and by then? She'll be sitting right beside her, sword caught up again and sheathed. When she manages to look at Morde, she simply nods. "Correct. We're trying to increase our resolve and strength through this kind of emotional training. But we can only take so much." A hand will reach for Sanary's, ready to hold her close when she reawakens. Yari looks sick to her stomach already. She hates herself for it. She straightens. "Yes, I remember now. Lord Mordekaiser. I'd like you to assist us in this training. It's going to be something we do...as much as our hearts can take. Until we are truly strong. You seem to be drawn to suffering. Any...assistance you can offer in that, would be appreciated." She offers, eyes still shining with tears as she holds her love close, for comfort, gazing down in sorrow. 

:'''{{#var:738|Mordekaiser (738)}} has posed:''' Mordekaiser stands there as his arms slowly go back to his side. He watches as Yari crawls to her beloved and grasps her hand, there was a minor rumble of distaste for such... emotional choices these two were showing, but he says little to it. When Yari though does ask for him to aid in this odd training of suffering and pain, he reaches up and strokes his chin, or at least what would be his chin. There is a slight metal on metal sound as he does so. "I do not see why not, at least you two are entertaining.... for now. Though I can not promise for how long I will aid you in this delightful display of torment, perhaps until it becomes boring and repetitive." Mordekaiser admits as he gives a light shrug. "Though I do admit, this evenings has not turned out as I expected. Who would have known that the Multiverse could have such sadists among them that enjoys pain as much has I." Then the armored being chuckles, "Even if you deny that pleasure to yourselves... heh heh." Yes, Mordekaiser is a bit... strange. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Waking up from dying for the second time in less than an hour, Sanary's looking rather drained by the time she realizes that she's even awake in the first place.     "That... Sucked. So... /So/ hard." She manages a weary chuckle while taking Yari's hand, still shaken from the experience. She flinches slightly at hearing Mordekaiser, not seeming to see him like she had earlier. There's a distinct lack of a sheen to her exposed eye this time around, and even her gaze is unfocused despite looking straight at him.     "Yeah, thanks for the help... Uh. Guy. It'll be a while before I can do that... Stabbing-and-jerking thing to myself that Yari did before. Weird power you got, by the way." Chuckling again, she seems rather content to just lay in the bed for now after the events of the past hour.     After a few moments, however, she does frown disapprovingly at him.     "And we're /not/ getting off to this. That's just... " She trails off and shudders slightly in disgust. "... Just nasty. Are you sure you're not into that... That?" 

:'''{{#var:738|Mordekaiser (738)}} has posed:''' Mordekaiser stand straight, his head raising up slightly, "As I told you... such emotional desires are /below/ me. Lust and love are for the living coil of trapped souls who have yet to find their way to true clarity." The Armored Figure then starts to move, before moving his cape simply to the side which barely seems to even move as he walks. "Honestly... this whole living this is... overrated, heh heh." He then continues to make his way out, his heavy feet easily heard with each step. How much did this guy actually weigh? Though his step comes to a slow stop. He tilts his head ever so slightly, before he looks over his shoulder. "Would you care for a drink?" What? 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     That confirmed the lack of... /That/ being an issue, at least. "Gotcha. Mm... Still, really sounds like you're getting... Too into it when you say it like before." Sanary actually laughs finally, even going as far as pushing herself into an upright sitting position.     For a few seconds, at least. Then she's dropping back down onto the bed to conserve energy. Moredekaiser's words give her reason to pause for a moment, a thoughtful hum escaping her moments later. "Would be convenient to be able to keep doing stuff after I die. And that... Thing you did with the metal. Definitely wouldn't hurt to learn how to do that, too."     Still, that's something to think about later on. For now, rest. Or... "Drinks? Mm... Next time. Feeling ready to ust pass out after all thi-wait. You can drink?" Giving him a puzzled 'look', she shakes her head quickly before setting her head back down with a tired snicker.     "Ah, next time. Maybe after the next training session if I'm not feeling so... Dyingg twice." That would help a lot. Not feeling dead and all. 

:'''{{#var:738|Mordekaiser (738)}} has posed:''' The armored figure seems to observe her behavior for a moment, maybe he is judging her, maybe he is just confused about her as she is him. Given he has no face in that black void under his helm, it is impossible to tell what the eight foot armored giant is thinking. "Very well." He says to the drink before he looks away. He tilts his head as he goes to answer her question about being dead. "Death is /far/ superior to living and I do not know if /I/ can train you. As it is natural for me to perform, as it is for you to breath." This is when Mordekaiser starts to walk away once more. "If you ever do decide to become tired of your life, do let me know. I'll make sure you are, heh heh, /well/ taken care of on the Isles." 

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1862/Rescuing Bots and Blind Girls

2015-03-29T13:45:47Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Having tracked down the nightclub where her two favorite Confederate pals are, Yari Takane has come armed to the teeth. Pulling up in a tinted model-t to the back entryway, the woman is dressed in full-on ski-mask and tactical gear. It's a large club, with a bouncer and mobster types patrolling the front. The back is far less guarded. The woman has enlisted a certainly scaley acquaintance for the mission. "I'll cut the electricity, you go in and start making a scene. Then we start taking out the guards and get them back. Shock and awe. Ten minutes, in and out. Agreed?" Yari is certainly grim today, and more than a little brimming with anger for her two friends. She steps out of the model-t, suckerpunching a mobster before finding the junction box. Opening it, she cuts the wires. Inside, not but a hallway down from the back-end of the club, a group of five mobsters laugh as they drink. One of them, the new Don, nods to his two 'acquisitions'. "Heh heh, good job girls. You've both been a credit to our organization. Too bad about your lizard friend! Serves her right, though, goin' after the Don. At least it was quick." Should Duke bust in, he'd almost immediately come across a trio of lounging guards with their tommy guns in a hallway. One door leads out into the club, and the hallway extends to the right and left. The power goes out, and screams erupt from within the club. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Sanary's been adjusting fairly well to her new temp job, all things considered. Serving drinks, getting people sloshed, convincing them to waste all their money on more booze with the false idea that she might actually like them more... Strangely enough, the healer's actually been fairly popular at the club because of how standoffish and unpersonable she's been.     Granted, having a mind control device in her headdress has been doing quite a bit in keeping her obedient in case all the armed thugs couldn't. She's in the middle of pouring one of the mobsters a drink as the new Don speaks up, a disinterested grunt escaping her.     "Yeah, whatever. As long as I keep getting paid, I don't really care." All influenced by the headdress, of course. She's wearing something halfway between a kimono and a maid outfit, and she doesn't seem to be using that eye if her pouring is any indication. The glass is full, but overflowing slowly while she just keeps on pouring.     Thankfully, the lights going out might be just enough of a distraction from anyone actually noticing that right away. Not that she knows the lights are out, either. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' The Guikmon X listens to what Yari has to say and gives a nod, "Right!" It seems like an easy enough plan, he distract, Yari gets them out, and everyone can go home for supper! Man... food seemed like such a great idea right now. As soon as Yari makes her move, Duke makes his. The four foot red dino-dragon leaps right through a window and rolls along the ground, before letting out a low growl. Flames lick around his sharp teeth and maw, before his eyes flicker blue. It is about here that the power goes out, the flames around his muzzle illuminating him as they eyes glow blue. Then with a blast and roar out, "FIREBALL!", does a blast of fire go rocketing out and exploding across a table or two, igniting the area with explosive flame. That should keep everyone busy! 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham is nearby in what looks like a full length red sequin cocktail dress, leaving the shoulders bare and showing quite a bit of cleavage. Her long black hair (which is easy to see since she's not in any armor) is down and around her shoulders, her already impressive six-feet height enhanced by a pair of red vinyl 6-inch stiletto heels. The side of the dress is slit up the side on one side, making her look just a bit like Jessica Rabbit, thanks to the gangster's old timey fashion, just without the purple shoulder-length gloves and fire-red hair.      She's currently serving drinks, holding a silver tray as she sashays around, though those that know her will know she never wears a choker with a gem in it outside her armor, like the one she's wearing right now. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The Don just laughs, smirking to Sanary. "Ya will, ya will toots! And you can stop pouring now. So, we've got a job for you gi...the hell?" Plunk! Out in the club area, the mobster that was just about to give poor well-dressed Ferham a hard time all but trips and grabs her from behind as the light goes off. The man drops his gun, screaming like a little girl. Embarrassing. Poor Ferham probably gets that tray knocked out of her hands too. HOpefully it won't ruin such a nice dress. But light flicks on in an odd way as a fireball bursts into the hallway, and rips open the door to the club proper. A table catches on fire, and two mobsters flee right past the digimon and out the back door. Only for a swift draw of her sword to cleave two heads. Flicking her blade clean, she sneaks into the darkened room, taking a right towards the rest of the hallway. "Duke? Search the club. I'll check the back." How hard can it be to find the two, after all? With Sanary, the Don scowls as he turns on a flashlight. The other mobsters load their guns as they open the door. "Alright, find the intruders and bring 'em to me!" The man shouts, taking out a pistol. Reaching over, he all but shoves Sanary out at the front of the group. Inside the club, another trio of gangsters forms up, and starts shooting at where the fireball came from! Not too accurate in the dark, and even possibly threatening to hit Ferham accidentally, but it's a withering hail of bullets coming for Duke! 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' The Child stage Digimon doesn't recognize Ferham right away and he seems very focused on the task at hand, because when the bullets start to come down from the darkness in the distance, the little Digimon was on the move. He leaps up on top of a table, then over it. A bullet rounds coming close to nailing him, he then leaped up and spun his tail around to knock a bottle of booze right for one the mobsters, aiming to where he saw the muzzle flash. As he lands back down, those gold eyes then take notice of the woman in the lovely dress and while it doesn't click right away, that is when those eyes go wide, because he knows the scent. "...Ferham?" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Sanary stops pouring once she's given the word, sniffing at the bottle once before setting it aside. The tables haven't been moved so much that she doesn't know where everything is, at least, although she does raise an eyebrow at all the commotion.     "O... Kay. Is that the job or what?" She sounds more confused than anything else, not even seeming all that aware of her own eye where it would be rather convenient to have considering the mention of intruders. She grunts lightly at being shoved out, a low grumble escaping her as she slips her usual tomahawk out from within the kimono.     "I'm on it, I'm on it. Don't know how the hell I'll find 'em, but." There's a light shrug of indifference before she starts going down the hallway while tapping the blade of her axe against the wall. There's no functional reason for it, of course, but it does help give her that crazy-girl-with-an-axe vibe as she tries to search for the 'intruders'.     The ones she can't see. Yep. Great plan, boss. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham goes down as the man from behind grabs her to break his fall, or try to steady himself--either way, that tray of sparkling champagne glasses goes clattering down and there is a tinkling of broken glass, the alcohol spilling out onto the carpet. Ferham picks herself back up, blinking over towards Duke as he makes quite the spectacle.      Whatever was being used on Fer was undoubtedly different than Sanary, who still seemed like herself. Ferham on the other hand... well, her normally expressive green eyes had that trancey, glassy look to them. What was more she was apparently pulled back towards the Don, acting like hse was protecting him. Wuh oh. She could more surprisingly quickly in those 6-inch stilettos of hers, at that. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Duke's strike is surprisingly accurate! The glass bottle shatters in the face of a surprised gangster, and he goes flailing backwards until his head hits a table. Thunk! The wall of bullets lessens suddenly, though there's the sound of more people rushing /into/ the club. Two more gangsters on the left and the right of the entryway into the club proper fire off shorter, more accurate bursts at where that bottle came from! By now, there's plenty of tables to duck behind if Duke is so inclined for cover. Anyone with sense here is already down on the floor to avoid being shot. With Ferham joining the Don and company, Yari has her work cut out for her. Leaping her way silently up a wall and into the rafters, she creeps along on all threes up there until her well-adjusted eyes spies a familiar pair of figures. Reaching into her belongings, she pulls out a smoke grenade, and quietly pulls the pin. Then she just chucks it down towards Sanary, Ferham, and the Don and gangsters. POMF! Horrible, irritating smoke fills the area amidst the darkness, Yari waiting for her chance to strike! She'll have to apologize later to the two girls, but they're clearly not acting themselves. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke watches Ferham suddenly walk off and he calls out to her, with his ear fins going straight back, "Ferham!" However as soon as he calls out, that is when bullets start to fly as more gangsters come in. He yelps in surprise as a bullet clips him across the cheek and he ducks behind a table, then starts to make his way behind another table as bullets cut up the wood work. He cowers there for a moment, his tail wrapping around him as he tries to wait out the bullets, his claws digging into the ground, with his eyes tightly shut. His teeth grit tightly and he has to just wait it out... but why? Why did Ferham look that way? What was going on? His eyes snap open, before there is a disturbance across everything electronic in the area for a moment. The lights actually start to flicker, the radio starts to play static and random tunes. Then with a flash of light Duke digivolves behind the table and while in that moment the mobsters may see a six foot and half monster, they would soon find themselves in the dark and along with a table being thrown in their direction followed by a ground shaking roar. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Well. There's definitely /someone/ there if the sound of the gas escaping something is any indication. Holding the tomahawk in front of her, she backs away from the source of that noise slowly while facing in the same direction down the hallway. Just because she can't see the smoke doesn't mean she doesn't have some semblance of self-preservation, at least, and only having to worry about enemies coming from one direction just might be enough to give her some sort of advantage.     "I know you're there. Come on out and I won't kick your ass too hard!" Grinning madly, she slams her axe into the wall for emphasis and leaves a sizable gash in the wall, although her expression does drain somewhat once she realizes what she had just done.      "... You missed!" There. That should be enough to keep the Don from thinking she had put the hole there. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham's head jerks towards the sound of Duke's voice, recognizing it if it were child or adult stage--her hand rose up as if to try and reach out for him, but she stopped midway, then seemed to hesitate. Whatever was happening to her apparently had to step up it's game to keep her entranced.      When the gas shrouds the area around them, Ferham is unfazed by it. She isn't bothered by the smoke, but can't see either, so she attempts to quickly run out of the radius of it, likely exposing her to attack. She strode out of it, looking around, that same blank look on her face, idly grabbing someone that ran right for her and throwing them to safety behind a table. Well, she wasn't being gentle, but she was not letting people get killed, either. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Those bullets just /don't/ stop coming. These gangsters are determined, although now the digimon gets a heck of a breather as they're still firing where they last saw that bottle go. And then light flashes, and that six and a half foot monster is more than enough to give them pause. The table flung at the duo of mobsters helps, and they're neatly hit. Both go down in a tangle of limbs. Gunfire stops, though it seems another gangster bursts in from the front! Ferham's quick work saves a patron from being shot by a flailing, table-stunned gangster misfiring! The smoke grenade has a fairly small radius, and so it's not hard to get out of. "Comin' for ya toots!" Shouts this newest gangster, bravely ducking in front of Ferham and firing at the monstrosity. Little sense in the man, but at least he has cahones. As for Sanary, and co, Yari isn't dumb enough to answer. She smoothly crawls along the rafters with nary a sound, only to stop right above the Don's head. Tail wrapping around the beam, she flips downward in a graceful swing like a woman on a trapeze, single hand grabbing the leader by the throat. Pulling him up into the rafters with her, the gangsters are utterly surprised. She'll squeeze the man, in a choke-hold, and calls out. "Let the girl go and I'll give you back your man. Sanary? Get out of here! Don't you recognize my voice?" The gangsters all point their guns, but seem reluctant to fire now that she has their boss! Can Sanary 'save' the day? 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Sanary can't afford to pay much attention to the sounds further in the club as she hears a vaguely familiar voice from behind her. How did the intruder get past her so easily?     Oh right. Being blind. Why, oh why did the Don even send her out this far in the first place? Sighing lightly, the axe-maid turns around quickly to try and find the source of the voice again, narrowing her eye slightly as she rests the axe against her shoulder.     "Maybe. Should I care? You're an intruder, and I'm-look! A distraction!" That always works, doesn't it? It worked plenty of times back home, at least, and she was betting this would be no different. Right after saying that, she rears her axe-hand back before flinging the axe where she can recall hearing the voice from. There's enough force behind the throw to sink the tomahawk into a wall, never mind someone's flesh.     The accuracy, though, leaves much to be desired. Is it even going to hit anyone from this distance? 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' The Growlmon X is far more humanoid and perhaps far more intimidating then the cute little four foot Digimon. Those teeth snarl, before he lets out another roar and with a sweep of his massive hand claws, he throws another table across the way. before those gold eyes shift over to Ferham who was reaching out to him and then he watches her protect someone. "Ferham..." He rumbles out to her. That is when a mobster makes the wrong move by getting between Duke and the Reploid and he snarls his teeth in his direction before rushes right at the man. As he gets in close he roars out with that aggressive ton in his voice, "Ferham! Wake Up!" As he gets in closer to the man, even as bullet clips his shoulder and another one into his thigh, he spins around his body to have his massive tail slam into the man to knock him aside. Then he reaches out with those clawed paw hands to pull Ferham back. He was oddly careful with her, given he has claws and all that. Looking her dead in the eyes before rumbling at her, as if trying to figure out what is going on. Given the poor Digimon has never seen anything like this before, it was all a bit confusing. Though his stare was broken when a few shots impact his backside and he lets out a roar in pain, before throwing her down to the ground out of the way, before he himself crashes onto the ground. Struggling to get back up, as blood drips down from the bullet wounds and pixelated damage could be seen at the edges. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham's gaze is cast towards the man that Growlmon knocked down, rather than the immediate danger to herself, which likely makes it much easier for Duke to grab her, which she does. Ferham at first stares right at Duke, and those green eyes of hers are still quite glassy, expressionless, before she tries to say something.      She's cut off by the sudden cry of pain from Duke, though there is a queer sense of /something/ sinister with that thing around her neck, but there probably isn't much time to inspect before she's thrown to the floor.      "D-Duke... collar..." she manages, as if through great difficulty, peering up at him from the floor, on her hands and knees. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari might have been in trouble if she hadn't snatched a hostage. As it stands, the ninjette just clings to the Don harder as Sanary throws her axe! Splat! Right in the chest. Yari can't help but 'hurk' and hiss in pain as part of the axe goes through the man and into her shoulder. Right, Sanary is kinda bloody strong. Ripping the axe out of herself, she shoves the body of the second Don to die to the trio towards the gangsters. His body becomes paste as they all fire, and Yari dodges taking a boatload of bullets at the last second. Sanary's axe clatters to the ground at the ninja lands, and then she's making handseals. "RAITON!" A burst of lightning crackles through the group of gangsters, felling the majority of them. That last bit of stray aetheric lightning arcs up, and righ tto Sanary! Specifically, her head, right towards that head-dress of hers! Duke is like a freight train with that tail, and the poor mobster goes flying as he's smacked by it straight into the bar. Bottles crash, and the poor man lays down in booze-soaked agony. At least he's alive! A voice calls over Duke's radio. "...Found Sanary. Seems she's been...brainwashed, or controlled. Trying to bring her to her senses. Killed the leader. Have you found Ferham?" 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' The Growlmon X cringes where he is down on all fours. That tail of his sweeps side to side, even as he coughs, there was a low level growl, those pupils of his trying to thin out to slits as the internal war between his primal versus logic struggles for control. Duke shakes his head, as he goes to stand back up, he raises up his head and lets out a howling roar in defiance, before turning himself around to stare at any of the remaining mobsters. He huffs out flames from his nostrils, before leaping behind another table closest to Ferham. He hears Yari speak over his comm, but doesn't respond. His focus on the reploid as she explains there is something with collar, bringing she brought his attention to it. The Digimon looks at her, then at the collar, before his claws light up with plasma energy, "...don't... move.." he struggles to get out with a low rumble in his voice. Duke brings up his index claw and goes to cut the very collar off using the plasma energy with a swift swipe. Which shoulder work, unless Ferham or some mobster does something to throw off what he is doing. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     That was a good sign, right? Someone got hit! Except... That vaguely familiar voice said something again instead of being dead. Well. Shit.     The sound of all the guns firing at once is enough to get Sanary to keep her head down, at least, and she keeps one ear covered while listening for anything that might actually be useful for her. She doesn't suspect a thing even as the lightning jumps through the gangsters, and she's caught completely unaware as at the shock to her headdress.     At least as unaware as someone can be to having something shock their head. "Son of a...! Goddamn what the... Ass!" Grasping her head painfully and twitching on the ground as she sits there, the healer eventually stops at the feeling of something unfamiliar on her head. And the rest of her body, even. "What the hell is this thing?" 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham is shaking, or looks to be--in reality she's trying to force herself to stay still, in contrast to what the controlling device is trying to get her to do. With a ~snick~ that collar is cut cleanly free of her neck, and falls to the floor. There seemed to be... circuitry visible on the inner side, and Ferham blinked, once... twice. Then suddenly her eyes were back to normal.      "Duke! I... where are we? and why am I in this dress?" she attempts to get up before realizing she's in some rather towering heels, and accidentally trips, falling against the Growlmon with an OOF!      "Whew... my hero," she shakes her head and blushes a little, before looking over his shoulder and noticing the men SHOOTING AT HER FRIEND.      "I don't think so... TRANCE!" there is a flash of light and a small reddish foxbot appears near her, as if teleporting in. "It's time," she nodded to the strange three tailed foxbot before it leapt into her, and there is a flash of light.      Once it is gone Ferham is standing there, now clad in what appears to be a reddish orange fox armor suit, with three long red tails. With a snap of her fingers, everyone who is firing a weapon will suddenly have the illusion cast over them that their guns have turned into snakes and spiders! 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Though men storm in, some readying frag grenades, it seems the newly restored Ferham saves the day! Suddenly there's snakes in their hands, and a bunch of screaming gangsters as they throw down their guns! It seems the ones near Sanary that aren't dead do much the same. The duo of Duke and Ferham now have a lovely opportunity to make their escape, all of the gangsters running out of the building! And so is the crowd. They'll ahve to push and shove a bit to get out. Yari looks at Sanary, ignoring the gangsters for now. She frowns. "It's likely what's causing you to do this. You are not yourself. Take off that headband, Sanary. You know me. It's Yari. Come on, we need to get you out of here." Then she'll slowly walk forward, trying to reach out for her friend and pull her towards the back and the waiting car! "I've got Sanary! Duke! Let's get out of here before the cops arrive! Get Ferham and run!" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     There's definitely something very wrong with whatever's going on here. Taking a moment to channel energy into her eye, Sanary catches a glimpse of all the screaming and/or dead people before giving Yari a blank stare. 5t"Hey, Yari. Uh... Yeah, let's get the hell out of here." She complies easily enough as she gets back up with the Au Ra's existence, still looking somewhat dazed even as she glances at the chaotic scene around her. "I'll just... Ask later."     She can't recall getting /that/ drunk. Then again, considering their surroundings, there was probably a lot of information she'd have to ask about. For now, however, her main focus is on following Yari out of the club right after grabbing her axe from the slushy remains of the former Don. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Ferham falls down on top of Duke with an ouf and the Digimon grunts. He stares up at her for a moment, before he raises an eye ridge at her blush, but doesn't bring attention to it, as soon has she gets back up on her feet, the Digimon is ready to move. As the mob freaks out cause of Ferham's awesome transformation and her causing them to freak out, the Growlmon X nudges his head toward the back. "Yari. She is ready. We must go." He then goes to step away from Ferham, before he turns back to look at the group. He huffs out some fire before he growls lowly. He /could/ burn this place to the ground, but what would be the point? Instead he just allows his mohawk to bristle with annoyance, before he goes to make his way out, making sure Ferham stayed ahead of him. 

:'''{{#var:516|Ferham (516)}} has posed:'''      Ferham is quick to use Trance's ability set, erection an additional illusion of the quintet simply not being there as they try to traipse out, effectively using her hologram powers to stealth them. "Alright then, lets go, can't stay here!" Ferham calls to her friends, looking back at the Growlmon following her, and motioning him to come quickly.      "Wish you'd let me help you out Duke, instead of the other way around, but come on!" the black booted feet of the Reploid are moving quickly now, using some hard-light hologram projectiles to shatter the windows if they need to exit quick that way. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari is all but dragging poor Sanary along, arm around her as she ducks out. The lizardess smiles briefly, worry and concern in her face. "I'll explain later. Uhh. You'll want to be sitting down." Then she gives Sanary a reassuring smooch on the cheek before openign the door to the model T and pushing her into the driver's side. Then she kicks the side door open before hitting the front. The vehicle's already revved up by the time Duke and Ferham exit the building! It'd be easy to just hop right in and for the quartet to ride off! Thankfully there's no need to shatter windows, but the holo-bullets do much good to discourage the crowd from over-running them both! It's a quick hop into the car now, and once they're all in place? Yari zooms off with indecent speed, very nearly clipping an incoming cop-car! Zooooom! Down a few alleyways, and they're home free. Yari looks back as she narrowly avoids hitting someone's grandma. "Duke...thank you. Are you two unhurt?" Pause. "I...like the outfits. YOu two look beautiful." 

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1789/A Totally Not-Date

2015-03-29T13:40:48Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari Takane has taken the opportunity to book a private section of the Pleasure Palace today. Normally she's all about being around people despite her generally quiet demeanor, but this night? She wants some time alone with a certain someone. Thus she's currently all dolled up in her fancy red dress and sipping slowly on a mojito in the dark restaurant. There's candles on the table, roses, and two fancy italian menues on the table. The invitation to the dinner was, even for her, horribly formal. A written card, with a little text-to-speech device attached to read it out loud. Yari's tail tap-tap-taps on the floor as she awaits Sanary's arrival. The soldier looks nervous, and is full-on blushing while nursing her drink. It's telling to just /how/ worked up she is that she's only had one. For once, she wants to be sober. After all...this totally isn't a date. Nope. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Sanary seems to have had the same idea at least in regards to clothing, wearing a significantly more flattering and not-awful outfit for once. She's wearing a low cut black dress that somehow manages to appear modest and showy at the same time, her chest bindings visible between the straps both on the front and the back.     Then again, it could have just been a response to the overly formal card. Either way, she was hoping to not embarrass with her usual obliviousness when it came to clothing.     Finding Yari's table took little effort between actually using the eye to get to the private section and knowing the layout of the Pleasure Palace fairly well even without sight. "Heeey, Yari. Didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?" Even with the dress, she still speaks in her usual casual manner and raises a hand in a lazy wave. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The vision that greets Sanary is Yari blushing. Full-on, schoolgirl blushing and fidgeting in an entirely-too-cute way that her subordinates would laugh in disbelief at. Indeed, Sanary is one of the few to see this side of her, all of that formality shoved aside. A blushing schoolgirl whose jaw drops at seeing Sanary in that dress. It seems, to her, that the warrior-slash-healer cleans up very well. It's a long minute before she can even speak. "N..no! Not at all Sanary! Sit." She's then bustling out to get the chair for Sanary before returning to her own. "I would suggest the alfredo, it's excellent! And the white wi..." Pause. "And a pink lemonade." She quickly suggests. From seemingly out of nowhere, a ghost-butler appears floating before the two. The spirit is silent, awaiting their orders. Yari is polite enough to wait for Sanary first. Cue a moment of awkward silence. "Sanary, thank you for coming. You look..." Pause. The ninja gulps as she gathers her courage for the hardest words she's ever said. "Beautiful." 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     The healer simply stares at Yari for a few moments as she takes in the actual sight of Yari in her dress for the first time rather than just being around her. The blush is duplicated on Sanary's face as well, although her reaction is less flustered-fidgeting and more of an impressed attempt-at-whistling-blowing noise.     "Ah... Th-thanks. Haven't had anything from Italy...-a before." Taking a seat at the other side of the table, she tenses up for a moment at the sudden appearance of the ghost-butler. Yari's lack of a violent reaction to it is enough to keep her from going into full fight or flight mode, at least. "Yeah, I'll take the alfredo and the white pink lemonade."     Turning back to the Au Ra, Sanary doesn't react immediately to the compliment, instead just staring at Yari for a short while before chuckling nervously. "R-really? well, you know, it's... Well, I mean... Th-thanks. You..."     There's the blow-slash-failed-whistling noise again. "You look amazing, too. Can't believe you fight in that, too..." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The ghost-butler poofs as their orders are taken, a tail reaching under the table to grip Sanary's ankle at her tensing. Yari actually perks up a bit, and /smiles/ as the compliment is returned. "I'm nothing special, really..." Then her brain kicks in again. Mentally, she replays the past few minutes. "Wait...'look'? Sanary, are you not blind?" There's deep confusion in Yari's features as she looks at the woman. This is one confused Au Ra! But she giggles as their food arrives. Today, it seems she's drunk alone on the atmosphere. Mention of fighting in dresses has her sitting up, and exposing the slit at her thigh. Plenty of leg too. Not bashful, good Yari. "This dress was picked tactically for maximum movement range and distraction in those who appreciate my legs." States the woman bluntly, military demeanor cropping back up. For all of five seconds. Then she's sitting down, and gazing over Sanary once more with awe and what might be a little hope. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Sanary relaxes visibly once the ghost-butler disappears, glancing downwards at the touch to her leg. A slight grin crosses her face as she struggles for a moment to pry one of her boots off, then pokes at the Au Ra's tail playfully from under the table.     "Eh? I am." She looks as confused as Yari does for a few moments, then gets her AHA moment before leaning forward slightly and tapping near the exposed eye. On closer inspection, there is a faint sheen to it that wouldn't normally be there.     "I... Might have made a risky purchase when I was drunk. Worked out well, though, since it just takes some power to keep this thing running. Cool, eh?"     The arrival of the food is greeted with an amused laugh as Sanary leans in to smell it first, although she does stop to stare at the welcome display of thigh.     "Mm... That is a good look on you. I can definitely see how it could be distracting..." She pauses for a moment before breaking into a noather grin. "... Huh. I don't have to feel bad about making that joke anymore!" Laughing again, she leans back in her seat before looking Yari over again from across the table.     "Definitley not regretting taking that risk now, that's for sure." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari lets out a cute little 'eeee!' as her tail is poked by a foot! That appendage of hers playfully tickles at Sanary's toes in response! Yari is grinning, already enjoying herself. Leaning in to inspect, a tear falls from Yari's eyes. She's silent for a long moment. Concern, then familiarity, then joy crosses her features. It's with ninja-speed that Yari more or less tackles Sanary into a tight hug against her right over the table. "You can make that joke any time you like! You can /see/! Do you know what that means? We can truly fight together Sanary! Like true friends, warriors, and..." She pauses, not quite sure where she was going with it. It's about then that she actually lets Sanary /up/ after the flying tackle! "Just be careful." She cautions, but isn't about to spoil the mood with a lecture. Food time! For some reason, she's blushing just a little more now. "So, um...do you like the food?" When she's not on a mission, Yari is bad at smalltalk it seems. But she quickly picks up the pace. "We need to really test out that eye of yours soon. I want to know about you, Sanary. Everything that you can do. I..." She seems on the verge of saying something, then stops. And sighs. Slowly, she gathers her words, quiet and a little bashful. "You are the first person I have ever felt close to, aside from my Mother." Starts Yari. Her words are slow, a little hesitant. It's clear she's not used to being so open, and it stings a little to do so. GAthering her resolve, she speaks honestly. "I...the real reason I wanted to take you to dinner is because I need to say something. Sanary, I want to be close to you. As a warrior, as a friend, and maybe as a lo..." She can't quite bring herself to say it, but she nods as she looks Sanary in the newfound eye. "I don't know what I am feeling. I can't really express it all that well. I am a spy, a killer, and a soldier. Things like this...until recently I thought I had killed off my heart for the sake of my country. But around you? I feel like something more than a weapon. I cannot tell if that's good or bad, but, I do not think I can close up my heart again Sanary. So..." Her hand is offered over to Sanary imploringly. "Can I stay with you, Sanary, down this new path? I don't know where I am headed, or where I will end up. What will happen between us. But no matter what, I care about you, and I want you to be there if...if you want." Yari visibly shudders with the effort of letting down her guarded barriers of spy and soldier. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "Uh... You okay, Yari?" The tear confuses Sanary more than anything else, a look of concern lingering on her face even as Yari's own expression changes. That makes the sudden hug even more surprising, a uncharacteristically high yelp escaping from the girl as she falls back from Yari's momentum.     "H-huh? Oh, yeah!" The confusion gives way to laughter, a broad grin forming on her face as she returns the hug tightly. "Right! I mean, the thing's not perfect, but it sure as hell makes doing... /Everything/ a lot easier."     Picking herself and her seat back up, the healer's still looking quite amused at the Au Ra's reaction to the news. It's at this moment that she actually tries the food after being asked about it, letting the pasta linger in her mouth for a moment before raising a thumb in approval.     "Googh shtuff!" After remembering to chew and swallow it, she lets out a satisfied noise before going quiet again at Yari's revelation. She looks rather surprised at first as the Au Ra pours her heart out to her, then confused, then thoughtful as she closes her eye once Yari's finished. She hums softly while several thoughts race through her mind at once, barely managing to sort them out for her own understanding.     It takes her a minute before reopening that eye, then Sanary reaches over the table to grasp Yari's offered hand firmly while a confident grin crosses her face.     "Y-you know. I... Had words in my head for this, but now I can't remember them."     So much for the confident grin. It's quickly replaced by a flustered laugh and a sudden inability to make eye contact as Sanary seems to become the blushing schoolgirl from earlier. "W-well, you know I never had this kind of... Thing back home. Just here, but not like before here, but." She takes a moment to clear her throat and her thoughts. "I don't know if I can get you to what you're looking for, but I'll sure as hell try if you're willing to let me." The confidence returns for a moment as she cups her other hand over Yari's hand, giving her a light pat before speaking up again.     "Still, though... Are you sure? I-I mean. I thought you and Gaius were a thing. Not that I mind or anything! I mean, I've been on a couple of dates with Lute and one with two other guys... Don't think one of them counted since it was a group, thing, but still." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' The feel of Sanary's hand in her own, and that grin on the other woman's face lifts all of the fear of rejection off of her shoulders. Yari's heart swells as she blinks away barely-held-back tears as emotion threatens to overwhelm her. It takes every ounce of discipline she has to not bawl her heart out. "So...you'll..." Tries Yari, her throat drying up. She downs her drink, and finally manages to speak again. Her hand squeezes, pressing her lips tightly to Sanary's hand in a kiss of the back of her palm. She holds her lips there for a moment. "Alright. Yes! Let's travel this road together Sanary. To doom or victory. As long as I have my country and you, I...I think I can make it. Not just as a weapon. But as a person." They're simple words, but the look on Yari's face is a woman renewed. She lets go, tears streaming down her face before she finally looks away. She laughs nervously. "...I'm sorry to spring all of this on you. I just had to say it. If my soldiers saw me right now I would look a disgrace! Morale would plummet." Laments Yari for her emotional weakness. But she doesn't sound /too/ put off by it. Then, she goes tense, and quite literally falls out of her chair. "M...wha!?" She squeaks out. "The Lord Legatus and I...romantically involved?" Her jaw drops at the pure audacity. She almost looks offended, then softens as her brain catches back up. Sanary isn't a Garlean. Very slowly, half in shock, she tries to pull herself back into her seat. "Sanary. You are my best friend. But /please/ do not say something like that. You are not a Garlean, so you could not have known, but...our culture can be very rigid in some ways." She says seriously, then pauses. How /does/ she feel about Gaius? "Lord van Baelsar is an amazing commander. He has experience and talent I couldn't hope to reach. He understands every kind of unit we have. And..." There's respect, and a little almost daughterly adoration in Yari's voice. "I guess you could say that he feels like a Father to me. Or what I imagine having one is like. I, erm...prefer..." She trails off. "Anyway, romance like that would be a gross violation of the chain of command. We wouldn't think of it even /if/ we were attracted to one another. I...don't think the Lord Legatus likes non-humans." She'll not spread any rumors she might have heard. Then, she's burying her face in wine and food, face still tear-streaked. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "That's right." Smiling softly as she watches Yari being so free with her emotions, Sanary waits until after the kiss to her hand before reaching over to brush her eyes lightly. Not in the gentle back-of-the-hand-brush, but more like a mother-thumbing-away-eye-gunk manner.     The thought's there, at least, even if her technique needs work.     "Doom or victory... I like the sound of that. Between the two of us? I think our odds a pretty good." There's a light chuckle as she shakes her head, putting her hand back down to pat the back of Yari's hand reassuringly. "And if any of your troops give you shit over this, remember. You're the one that can make 'em do laps up a river."     Sanary lets out a concerned 'uhh' as Yari drops out of her chair, peering over the chair for a moment as the woman rights herself. She listens intently as the Centurion explains her relationship with the Legatus, lowering her head occasionally to eat more of the alfredo. Just because they're talking doesn't mean she has to stop eating, after all!     "So that's how.... Huh. Sorry about the mix up, then." She chuckles nervously at her own mistake and watches Yari eat for a short while, eventually getting back to her own food in random bursts.     "I guess that does make things... Less complicated, then. I could introduce you to... Ah, that can wait." Regaining some of her earlier bravado, the healer claps her hands together>     "For now, let's just relax, eat some good food, get blasted, aaand... Ice cream!" 

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1686/You Scrub My Back I'll Hug Yours

2015-03-29T13:38:51Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''      This was definitely new. Sanary didn't know what to expect even after hearing about this... Dun Realtai? If Yari was touting its virtues, however, there had to be something good about this place. Besides, exploring new areas wasn't exactly a new thing to the healer despite the more obvious obstacles to finding her way around.     Sure, it would probably have been much easier to actually find Yari in the first place with a guide of some sort, but where was the fun in that?      Or at least it would be more fun if she wasn't hopelessly lost. "So that way's the place with the big doors, village is over there, and this is..."      Holding one hand against the outside wall of... Some sort of building, Sanary turns around slowly in the realization that she is lost. Very, very lost. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Really, the castle-village is wonderful, even /if/ it's leader doesn't like Yari very much. After the little snow-ball fight, she can't really blame him either. Yari is most certainly a suspicious individual. But the much less suspicious Sanary Rondell is currently our Centurion's target. Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, Yari finally spies her prey! With a near-silent leap, the great killer gets in position! Then springs upon Sanary with a hug from behind. Between her unusual actions, and the rosey cheeks on pale flesh, she is /definitely/ drunk. Huuuuug! "Hello Sanary. Do you like the village so far?" Thankfully, her speech still retains much of her Yari-ness inherent in the Au Ra, but she's for once seeming /relaxed/. And mostly without injury too after the severe fighting last night! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "Gotta be around here somewhere..." Sanary hums to herself as she keeps circling around the building and following the wall, completely unaware of the ninja's presence! It's not until Yari's already upon her and grabbing her from behind that she finally notices the woman's presence, a startled yelp settling into an amused laugh.     "Whoa! Hey, Yari. This place is nice, yeah... Uh. You okay?" She sounds rather amused by Yari's change in demanor and only mildly confused, reaching back to give her a light pat on the side. It's not as if she could really return the hug from this angle, anyway, but she'll try anyway!     "Sorry about being late. I got a little... Very lost. But you found me, so! Where to?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "Morale is high, ma'am!" She comes most exhuberantly. There's even a little swishy tail back there. Then, she lets go, steps back, and throws a sharp salute. For a minute, she almost looks sober. "My morale officer has advised me, in his words, to 'loosen up' while off duty." Then, she'll try to take Sanary's wrist and start pulling her along! "Remind me to upload a ma...Mmm." Woops. "An auditory map." They are indeed, a thing. Crazy garleans. "Our mission will be to maintain high morale. First objective: raid the open air baths! This will be an assault! Charge, Miss Rondel!" With a warm smile in body and voice alike, Yari giggles drunk-happily, and starts running off towards the baths! "Don't fall behind! One-hundred-fifty paces forward, thirty-two to the right!" Yari luckily doesn't go Ninja Fast, but her steps are still quick. If she beats Sanary there, the doors to the baths would be held open, and towels as well as wine balanced in her arms. "Ladies first!" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Giggling lightly, Sanary gives Yari a light nod and sways in the hug lightly before she's released. "Good to hear. You definitely sound loosened up right now. Very loosened up, even." Laughing as she follow Yari via wrist-pulling, she hums again at the mention of an auditory map.     "Do those even exist? Didn't think that was a thing... Huh." It certainly sounds useful, although the healer's having quite a bit of trouble picturing that. Not that a picture would be useful, but still.     "A charge, eh? Aye aye, ma'am!" She hops in place a few times before running after the Centurion with the directions she's given. Even at full speed, Sanary's definitely nowhere near as fast as Yari, although she still seems fine to keep going even when she does reach the baths.     "Think I almost ran into someone, but... Aah, it's fine. So is this place one of those heated baths I've heard about?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "They are! Our magitek maps display light. In stealth missions, I usually use one. Some of the more advanced ones can even actively track aetheric sources, like people and relay their positions." The ninja smiles wider. "It's not bad to get a little loose every now and then." That hug transitions to a one-armed squeeze about the shoulder before she's off! Stepping inside, it's a neat little building, with the main room, changing rooms, and then the baths beyond. It's already warm even here. Setting down her payload in the main room for a passing servant girl to take on in, Yari slips into the changing rooms. Garlean troops aren't exactly known for modesty, and she undressed quickly. It helps, too, that Sanary's blind. Yari's a lean, strong, cute thing that if one discounts a small bevy of scarrs, isn't bad on the eyes overall. She's sporting a new wound, it seems, though: on the return trip back, one of her soldiers failed to properly stow a rifle. A misfire and a grazing shot to the side later, and it's still a little tender now. When Yari exits the baths and slips into the warm water, she 'eep's' a little at the temperature. Then, she slowly sinks in up to her neck as she just leans back. "Mmm. Glory to Garlean-style baths!" The design here, is remarkably close to the ones back home. "Mmm-hmm. Do you not have those at home?" Reaching out, she takes a glass of red wine, two already left out for the pair. "I...want to know about you, Sanary. What was your home like?" Pause. "And why do you work for Mister Murasame?" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "If it's anything like that book magic... Hm." Sanary sounds intrigued as Yari speaks about the maps briefly, eventually settling into another laugh and returning the hug. "True, true. Let's get in there, then!"     There's still the changing to deal with, of course, and the healer doesn't seem all that bothered by the nudity aspect of it all. Granted, the blindness certainly helps lower her inhibitions, but not much lower than they already are.     Sanary undresses fairly quickly as well, only needing to take off her usual coat and tunic combo along with her relatively ancient boots. Physically, she's definitely closer to the stronger side than the lean side, with numerous faded scars scattered around her body. The only thing preserving her modesty as she actually gets into the baths is a thick layer of bandages wrapping around her chest.     The healer hesitates briefly as she dips a toe into the bath, taking a deep breath before just dropping herself in. She exhales quickly, then lets out a loud shout and settles into the water more readily.     "Oh... Damn. This is muuuch better than back home. All I had back home was cold river water." Another relaxed groan. She's definitely enjoying herself, if a little too much as she just keeps sinking downwards. The wine goes unnoticed for now.     "Home was... Smelly. Lots of pigs, a lot of traders, not a lot of people cleaning themselves. They used to give me shit for bathing twice a week. Definitely not as nice as out here." She snickers lightly and dunks her face in the water briefly, gasping as she comes back up. "Aah... He was willing to hire me, so I joined up." A simple answer, if somewhat... Bland? Unambitious? 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari can't help but feel a tinge of drunken envy. Sanary looks strong and properly soldier-like! She bites her lip a little bit, then just laughs. Weird one, this Au Ra! But it seems the description of her home has Yari frowning a bit. She sighs a little. "Mmm. Longest I've ever gone without one is three days. We always find at least a river on patrol, usually. A clean soldier is a happy one!" Reeeach. Sanary's head gets a little ruffle with her tail. "But here you can have one every day if you wanted. I'm glad the locals know at least that much of proper culture!" She ays in a burst of nationalistic pride. "Understood. Just..." She pauses. "Be careful." States Yari quietly. Then she cheers up. "Home was the camp for me. They raised me, and taught me how to act like a soldier and a good citizen. I guess my 'home' is any place I lay my head with soldiers and friends beside me." The lizardess finally sits up a bit, sipping some wine. Grabbing some soap, she starts to work on her hair. There's quite a bit of it to work on, too. Scrub scrub scrub! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     The healer lets out a satisfied hum at the head ruffling, reaching up to pat Yari's tail lightly. "Definitely. After getting used to these showers, I really don't think I can go back to even three a week.     Laughing with a light nod, Sanary yawns lightly while drifting along towards the Au Ra. "I get why you mentioned this place now. It's like what I've heard being rich is like." There's another brief moment of humming in her voice before she straightens back out in the water.     "Have you worked with Souji before? Just wondering." She raises an eyebrow, a curious look in her faded eye as she gets some shampoo to start washing out her own hair. Even before she actually gets to work, it's significantly cleaner than it had looked during their first meeting.     "Who's 'they'? Mm... Yeah, being with friends sounds about right for home. I wonder..." She goes quiet for a moment, then lets out another relaxed laugh. "... Guess that means being around here is more like home than my... Home home was? Or something like that." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari pauses a moment, then ducks under water. Her hair billows out as she tugs in down, getting the soap out. When she's back up, the long now sodden locks are back to their usual immaculate state. "Mmm! These people work hard, and many outsiders have helped improve this place from what I've researched. There's little actual wealth that I've noticed. But I think I like useful things like this more." Cue more soap, lathering up the rest of her for now. "No. We've only met once. Just...sorry, I shouldn't lecture like I am your Mother. And you probably know anyway. But, I know selling weapons is a dangerous business. Wits and discipline about you, mmm?" "Ah, sorry. I..." "It's a bit of a gloomy story, but, a friend should know it. I am an orphan. My first memory was being pulled out from underneath a few bodies. Bandit attack that the Legion I used to be in stopped. It's part of why I became a soldier. Debts are a heavy thing to carry around." Ducking down again, she comes up once more soaked. Thankfully there's plenty of towels. "Could you get my back, Sanary?" Siiip wine. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "Huh. Doubt my village could ever pull something like this off. I mean, I'm good, but when /I'm/ their best fighter, you know there's something off about everyone." Chuckling lightly, Sanary furrows her brow slightly as she listens to the Au Ra while rinsing the rest of the shampoo out of her hair. Smooth, but still a little poofy in spots.     "I'll be careful. I'm on healing duty in their security force, anyway, so there'll be people around to draw more attention than me. But thanks." She gives Yari a light pat on the shoulder and goes quiet as she speaks again. The blind girl doesn't say anything right away even as the story finishes, floating closer after the request. Instead of getting to work on her back right away, however, she reaches around to hug Yari from behind.     "Sorry to hear about that. That sucks. Mm... But you know what? You've got this new group now, I'm here, and we've got your back. So.... Uh. Yeah." Sanary pats her chest lightly before releasing her, another laugh escaping the girl as she starts cleaning off the Centurion's back. "Really gotta work on finishing those thoughts better..." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' "Why'd you join up, Sanary? Army or militia?" Curiously asks the lizardy woman! Frowning briefly, she reaches over to touch up that hair. De-poofing time go! Then she leans back. "Mmm. With hair like that, you'll have men falling for you in no time. Partners are good for morale!" The answer doesn't seem to make the Centurion any less openly worried, but at least she smiles and nods. A hand is waved. "No. It let me meet wonderful people and become strong enough to help Hydaelyn. I'm satisfied with how my life has gone. I just think that you deserve honesty from me, that's all." Eep! The hug has her stiffen at first, then quickly relaxing with a hiss. Even the pat has her just relaxing for a bit, leaning her head back to rub Sanary's shoulder like some kind of cat. Maybe there's some kitty blood in her? Then scrubby times. Her tail sways happily. "Never thought I'd have friends. You don't get that in the service. It's not something I'm very good at, but, I'm going to train until I'm a perfect soldier, and perfect friend." She nods to herself, hand squeezing into a ball in front of her. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "Militia. It was either that or keep shovelling pig shit every day for the rest of my life. And I was pretty good with an axe even before the training." A confident smile crosses the human's face, although it's replaced with a flustered snicker moments later. "Wha? My hair's nothing special. And what's this about 'partner's now?"      She runs her hand through Yari's hair lightly and gives it a light sniff before geting back to the back scrubbing, moving steadily and firmly while trying not to be too rough about it. "Besides, your hair smells a lot nicer than. Bet you've got a better body for... Uh. Things, too." She grins mischievously and lowers her hands briefly to give Yari's sides a light poke.     "Kinda curious if you're seeing anyone, but... Ah. You're already a great friend. I mean, you're putting up with me, aren't you?" 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari smirks just a little bit, pausing to devour more wine. Thank goodness for Confederate technology. "There's a saying I've heard that there can be honor in even humble work. But I think that you have found the place you need to be. Remember: blind fighting training soon. You will be swinging that axe again soon." Other than a slight head tilt, Yari doesn't protest against the sniff or run of the hand. It's pretty silky, too! This is a woman who really takes care of herself. "Jasmine and peppermint based herbs. If you wash your hair with it once a week...I can mix some for you tonight if you'd like." "Morale~." Is all she says about partners, smirking. Then she eeps! Seems her sides are sensitive! "Seeing...?" Yari Takane reaches over, downs a good third of that wine bottle in one go, then puts it down and belts out a laugh that has her shaking. When she can finally control herself enough to speak, she'll lean back into that firm back-washing. Ahh~. "I spend most of my time with soldiers. I can't afford things like that with the troops. It never ends well. I...mmm..." She blushes a bit here. "Never dated. Well, unless you count some disguises in my work like what we did in Chicago. But those were just illusions, other names that were burnt away after the job was through." Then she smiles brightly. "I wouldn't mind finding a real date for Yari Takane the Au Ra, though." Those words then have Yari turning around, leaning up, and planting a smooch on Sanary's forehead. "Sanary. That means a lot to me." There's a little moisture in those eyes of Yari's that are so often impassive or analytical. The woman is touched. "Alright, turn around! Your turn!" 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     Sanary hrrms lightly before finally taking the other glass of wine to take a sip of it herself, flinching slightly at the unfamiliar familiar. "Ohh that's... Something."     "Very... Mm. I don't know how much honor there is in moving shit around, though." Snickering again, Sanary takes one more sip of the wine and sets it aside. Even that bit seems to be enough to affect her, although she does hold herself together fairly well.     "Wonder if I could ever.." She trails off, a faint redness coming over her cheeks at the mention of 'morale' and 'partners. "... Ah, probably not something I'd have to worry about, anyway."      Listening again, she doesn't react immediately the forehead smooch and seems confused for a moment. Once it actually hits her, however, the blush deepens as the healer tries to draw attention away from that with another laugh. "W-well, I'm sure you'll do fine. There's gotta be guys lining up to try and get your attention, right? O-or girls, even. I mean, if I was..."     Turning another deeper shade of red, the notion of getting her back washed suddenly becomes much more appealing as Sanary turns around quickly. "M-my turn it is! Don't be afraid to.. Uh. Dig in a little if you need to. I can take it." She grabs the bottle of wine and downs about a quarter of what's left in there before putting that aside, coughing lightly at having drank so quickly. 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari wiggles her tail a bit, digging into her culinary knowledge. "Mmm. I'm not entirely certain what region it was produced in. Good flavor, right mixture of bitterness to sweet. Maybe not the best year, however. Either the servants are being stingy, or Sir Bedivere is slighting me." A shake of the head there. "But good enough to be drunk with a good friend." The ninja goes a bit straighter as she thinks. "No. Even a man who works hauling excrement can have honor. It's dirty, terrible work, I imagine. But someone who has no other talents, but works to support themselves through their own toil...day in, day out, working. Showing perserverence. Without that humble work, it'd all pile up." Yari looks into Sanary's eyes, solemn and serious. " The animals would die. The butchers wouldn't have meat. /People/ would have less meat. Even if it was for a day, if that man didn't shovel shit and a single pig died...there is a chance a single person could die because there was not that meat from the shit-shoveler's work. A society is an interlocking chain, Sanary. From the lowest to the highest. Excrement hauler to Emperor. Each and every one of them can find honor through dedication and hard work." Then, she softens a bit. A hand rises up, and lightly bonks Sanary on the top of the head. "So please don't say words like that about farm workers." Then, cue back-washing! Yari catches that redness, her assassin's brain faculties turning. She knows embarrassment, clinically. But it doesn't quite catch up with her emotionally. Not quite. Yari Takane walks a thin edge, and in the end as the two get a hint, she can't help but slowly blush herself. "I am an Au Ra, Sanary. I think my Legatus wants to correct this flaw, but, much of my society doesn't like those 'outside'. I have worked very hard. But my society is primarily made of humans, and these scales of mine..." She briefly holds up her tail for emphasis, then lowers it. Eventually she just strokes her tail against Sanary's lower back, a tiny little slick massage with how slightly wet they usually are and the additional water's lubrication. "Make me suitable for those with...mmm. Exotic tastes, or lower of merit. And if my partner is of the Empire, I have enough Garlean pride to not accept something like that because of my race. So no. There aren't many men." Yari digs in, giggling a touch. "Can't hold your drink? I see you need more training, Sanary Rondel!" Her tail latches onto that bottle and she finishes it off. "Servant! Another bottle please!" She's pretty good, Yari is, with her hands. It's both firm scrubbing and muscle-relaxing massage. The ninja whispers to Sanary. "Besides. I think girls are cuter in things like that." There's a wet Au Ra nose against Sanary's neck, and then she gets Sanary nice and lathered up! 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "Huh... I never would've known. All they had in the village was local swill, and... I was usually the one that dragged the people that got drunk home." A designated carrier, perhaps? It would certainly explain the girl's low tolerance to the drink. "I don't even know how to explain the taste of this... Interesting, though."     Sanary straightens up as Yari speaks. Although she can't see Yari looking at her, she does face the woman with an intent look in her eye. "Mm... Never thought about it that way." She nods bashfully by the time Yari finishes and the meaning of her words finally sink in, snickering lightly at the tap on her head. "Alright, I'll be good. Wish someone told me all this before I got into fighting."     Relaxing again, Sanary breathes in sharply through her nose before sighing contently at the back washing. "Mm...Strong, smart, good at disguises and this. People would be dumb to not to want you just because of something like scales or-"     The healer squeaks lightly at the lower back tail massage, arching forward for a moment before leaning back against the Au Ra. "I-if anything, I figured that'd just make you look better to 'em."     Laughing lightly at the request for more booze, the healer hums softly and rolls her head from side to side lightly. She squeaks again at the touch to her neck, letting out an embarassed snicker at the whisper. "H-hey... If one of the people you know here heard that, they might get the wrong idea..." 

:'''{{#var:691|Yari Takane (691)}} has posed:''' Yari's head lowers a bit. Then, she wraps up Sanary in a hug. "So you're the one who drags people like me home in your town?" A little smirk, and she lets go. For a moment, she leans back, and sighs. "That makes me happy. This place, Dune Realtai, makes me honest. Mmm. No. I'm just too honest for a person in my line of work, and this place only makes that flaw worse. But...I trust you." The empty bottle is held up, and she splashes the bottom of it in the water for a moment for emphasis to the blind girl. "Soldiers like myself drink to forget. All the dead comrades. All the mistakes that lead to that point. The scarrs we've gained. You and I share a miserable occupation, I think. To kill. The reasons, in that, are irrelevent." Then, she smiles fully. "And the ones of we soldiers who manage to drag home drunken people like me are the ones who have found something above booze to keep them stable and their morale high. So please, Sanary. Don't ever drink like me. There's something that broke in me in the battlefield. I cling to a bottle to keep that wound from costing my life and my honor. You do not deserve that." Yari takes a deep breath, and finally just laughs. "I really do pour myself out in this land, beside my best friend, and completely sloshed. Embarassing. But there's no one else I would rather make a fool of myself in front of." Cue another hair-ruffle. Then she pauses. She might be immodest as a person, but there's only so much she can take. Yari blushes near to her chest. "I am not a native Garlean. Doma is a nation conquered." She starts, then simply pulls away from Sanary and floats in the water lazily. "...I think my transfer to Lord Gaius van Baelsar's Legion was appropriate. If I'm to guess, he did this because I have a service record of partial note. I do not mean to boast. But I suspect he has a plan for my service. I am alright with that, so long as it benefits the empire. I am a tool in the Emperor's hands." "My people, Garlea, need to become accustomed to those not born in Garlea. It is as simple as that." A pause, another blush, and then she looks at Sanary softly. "Let them hear it. I am annoyed with one man here, and the Lady of this place is...good." She raises up her hand, and offers a useless thumbs-up. The idea is offered in her voice, however. "You have started me on a journey, Sanary Rondel. Let's see where it ends up, mmm?" Then she just relaxes, floating in warm waters as more wine is brought. "...What is the naval term? Drag me back to port, Miss Rondel. Wine! Morale!" It's about this time that Yari Takane falls asleep in a floating, emotion and booze-fueled sleep in the water. Poor Sanary might have to haul her out and dress her enough to sleep it off, after a while. Apparently sleep-floating is a thing in ninja training. 

:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''     "Preeeetty much. Not a fun job, but I'd rather be doing that than hoping everyone actually gets back safely on their own." Chuckling lightly, Sanary takes a long breath of the warm bath air as she perks up at the idea of being trusted. She goes quiet again as Yari speaks of the drink, the scars, and the motivations. She actually starts laughing as Yari does, allowing herself to drift in the water again. "I /wish/ I was that great. It's actually... I think I just don't like the flavor that much, is all." She grins bashfully at the hair-ruffling, giving the Au Ra a playful poke at the side. "But if someone like me can be your best friend, then... Sure, I'll be that person for ya. Every time you get drunk, I'll drag your ass back home and we can get some ice cream in the morning."     The talk of Yari's homeland comes and goes, the healer letting out another hum as she redirects her floating back towards the Au Ra. "Sometimes... I think it's easier to just focus on that. Do the best we can at our jobs, let someone else handle the heavy thinking. If something goes wrong, it's on them, anyway. Can't blame the tools for the handlers messing up."     Easing up on the floating as the new wine is brought over, Sanary actually finds herself just behind Yari and cradles her arms around the woman, pulling her over towards the edge of the tub slowly. "Aye aye, ma'am! First, we gotta get you refueled at port, and then... M-morale?"     Getting Yari out of the water was the easy part. The hard part was figuring out just what she meant with the last part. 

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