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A Daft Punk

2014-03-26T22:14:20Z

Jetfire99: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/03/25 |Location=Atra Viscus Nightclub |Synopsis=Deelel is working at the Atra Viscus Nightclub, working as a DJ way when she catches sight of ..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2014/03/25
|Location=Atra Viscus Nightclub
|Synopsis=Deelel is working at the Atra Viscus Nightclub, working as a DJ way when she catches sight of two people in the crowd. The DJs from the End of Line Club have found their way out of the digital world and into the larger world beyond.
|Cast of Characters=Deelel, Masked DJs
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel was a multi media program in the depths of her heart and would always be as such. She'd found a job as a DJ for the ATRA Vicus nightclub and was working as a DJ she often used a lot of local musics but she often would slip in songs that were her own making or those from other artists on the grid. She always enjoyed sharing her kind's creations with the users even if they never were aware of it. Also as a nod to some DJ's she knew of? DJ Basic_Girl kept grid style helmet on when she was up doing hert thing in the club like she is right now, and one of the songs thumping is quite a classic flynn OS song.

:'''[[Masked DJs]] has posed:''' It didn't take long for the mysterious masked DJs of the End of Line club to get out and about in the world of the users, as soon as they got a day off from their regular gig. They've spent the last few hours marveling at all the sights and people, even tentatively poking at a few just to see what they felt like. After the third one beat them with her purse, though, they quickly put a stop to that. Now that they've discovered a nightclub, though, they've agreed to check it out, to see what kind of entertainment the users enjoy. As they walk into the club, side by side, the lights reflecting off of their helmets, they notice something pretty familiar about the music. The one in the silver helmet tilts his head a little, trying to figure out if it could /really/ be grid-native music, while the one in the gold-and-black helmet starts looking around for the DJ. They remain oddly silent.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is putting on another number shortly as she works and bobs with the music she's playing. It's another grid track from the sounds of it they would get a look at the woman behind the DJ's stand and they'd seen one while not a light suit her clothing sure looked like someone had tried to make one and the circulit Line Tattoos on her exposed arm were glowing faintly. Finally the helmet it was clearly from the grid or a heck of an case of users got the same idea as basics when it came to gear. Deelel just lost in the enjoyment of doing what she was made for and enjoying watching people dance.

:'''[[Masked DJs]] has posed:''' The gold-masked program catches sight of the DJ, and nudges his partner, pointing her out. They both stare at Deelel for a moment or two, surprised to see someone wearing grid styles here. Could it be that another program has found a job working with the users? They're impressed to say the least, though it's hard to tell through their expressionless masks. However, when the track changes to another familiar one, they decide to do what they came here to do: Lose themselves to dance. Giving each other a brief look and a nod, they head out onto the dance floor and launch into some variation on, of course, the Robot. Needless to say, they're quite good at it.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel notices two people on the dance floor she pauyses eying them from behind her faceplate as she works. She wonders for a moment just whom they are but the show goes on. She's just going away with her play list at least untill she gets a request from two club goerss who are celebrating an imporanty event. She's happy to put their song on the list next and it twitches to something that isn't really related to techno, but hey she gets it and keeps on going while she does seem to be keeping an eye on the other two helemted people. They have her intreste now as well.

:'''[[Masked DJs]] has posed:''' The teamwork between the two masked strangers is impeccable, almost as if they're able to read each other's minds. Though the jury's still out on that, their ability to flow from dance style to dance style is pretty impressive. When the playlist goes to something other than techno, they skip a beat in surprise and look up at the DJ again. Little LED question marks show up on their visors, but they soon shrug and try to adapt.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel contiunes on for the rest of her shift playing one song after another until the last song comes up something called around the world by a band called Daft Punk. As the song finishes Deelel gives a wave to the crowd as the next DJ takes to the stage, as she turns off? The Masked pair would see that DJ Basic_Girl has a ID disc attached to her back, yup totally a basic here. Her handle might have even beena means to tip off other programs from the ounds of it as she's heading away from the DJ table while a young man with epic shades and red hair take up the job of keeping the music going.

:'''[[Masked DJs]] has posed:''' The last song is definitely one the DJs know. In fact, they're pretty sure they composed at least part of it a while back. In any case, when the DJ on stage finishes her set and leaves to let the next one take over, the masked programs instantly take notice of that one defining feature. Yep, definitely one of their own kind. With another nod to each other, they step away from the dance floor to follow her.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is now heading for the back to go to the change room to pick up a few things and ehad on her way, however she's caught on to the fact that she's being followed. As she gets to near the back rooms she paruse turning and looks at the pair for a moment tiling her helemted head as she speaks. "Greetings, Programs?" She clearly sizing them up but doesn't seem hostile to them. Just curious.

:'''[[Masked DJs]] has posed:''' The two masked programs seem a little oblivious to the implications of two guys following a woman into a changing room, and in fact, seem a little hesitant to speak at all. After Deelel acknowledges their presence, though, they look at each other again, fidgeting and gesturing in what is surely some mode of communication. Finally, after some thirty seconds of this, the silver-masked one speaks up in a synthesized, robotic voice. "You are a program too, right? How did you come to work with the users?" he asks, sounding a little reverant even through the tinny tones of his voice.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel tils her head for a moment and looks at them for a moment she pauses. "Wait, I know you two." Her hemelt derezzes and she's grinning. "Should have figured you two would be some of the ones to slip out without being noticed. Id's Deelel used to be pretty big in Argon till I got lost. It's a very long, story. Trying to escape a system I was in to find help to fight ... the system admin who'd gone insane. If you want to know the truth, I didn't much like being put into the Games over my faith in the users." She still has her faith us but she's also aware the users are very derpish and would be lost without the basics to keep things going for them.

:'''[[Masked DJs]] has posed:''' The two masked DJs seem surprised at the reveal of Deelel's true identity. "Deelel? We've heard of you, haven't we?" the silver-masked one asks his partner, who nods in confirmation. "Yeah, the multimedia program, right? Actually, I think we might've scored a fight of yours once." He offers a hand for her to shake as he continues. "Well, working for Zuse does come with some extra perks. We tend to escape notice when they're looking for players for the Games, and there are...ways to get out." The gold-masked one picks up from there, his voice slightly higher in pitch. "We took the first opportunity we got to come here, of course. The chance to meet the users, to walk among them...it was too good to pass up." They both stop for a moment, exchanging another silent look before the gold one continues. "By system admin, do you mean CLU?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Correct, maybe I used to be involved in the games before they became lethal and I'm refering to the ones another system were running. True he is quite successful at what he does, he's older than me that's for sure. I think he's one of the first programs Flynn coded up." She seems to be thinking for a moment and she nods in agreement. "No there's other systems as you might have noticed some strange traffic in the end of line. There's at least two other systems I'm aware of, one made up of an arcade, the other is a copy of an older version of Encom OS. It was on the latter I ran into trouble."

:'''[[Masked DJs]] has posed:''' The DJs think for a second, then nod. It's true that they've noticed some rather odd customers at the End of Line club, but they never really paid much attention before. "There are bright things ahead for him, for sure," the gold-masked DJ agrees with a nod. The silver one picks up from there, a touch of concern making its way through his synthesizer. "Older version of Encom OS? Don't tell us..." He trails off into silence.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel shrugs. "The programs from the Arcade are good people. Even the ones you'd might think were evil actually are. They are just playing their roles like say actors in a play when they do their functions. Oddly in their games? If your part of that game and you get cubed? You get back up. If your not a native it's like that for the rest of us." "Yes, the version Tron was from, to be exact. Every scary story you ever been told by the older programs or heard at the line? Has some basis in fact. Sark's a bigger null unit than the stories tell, let me tell you. I know this first hand."

:'''[[Masked DJs]] has posed:''' The fact that there's a place where the Games are actually nonlethal comes as a pleasant surprise to the two DJs. "If you wouldn't mind, would you show us to the Arcade sometime?" Gold asks, but Silver is more interested in what Deelel says next. "So those legends had some truth to them, after all? And they might be even worse..." The two exchange another look, obviously a thing with them. Gold continues, "In that case, it seems we've got some work to do. The Arcade can wait; would you mind showing us to the Encom OS?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Sure, it's here in the city, I live there taking care of it." D She pauses for a moment as she looks at the pair with a serious look on her face. "It belonged to Flynn. Be more worried about Clu or a Virus. The Rengade is not what we should be worried about it's the black virus, better known as the heartless. Can't from here, we'd have to head to the arcade either way to access it."

Power Play: Assembly

2014-02-16T00:43:15Z

Jetfire99:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2014/02/14
|Location=Purgos
|Synopsis=A secret installation on the edge of Purgos and the Outlands holds the answer to whatever needed so much power. What happens when the heroes move to try to confront the mysterious JAVA? It looks like they're not the only ones interested...
|Cast of Characters=Nagetta, Avira, Deelel, LEXUS, Isaac Hanlon, Beck, Zero-One, Mara
|Tinyplot=Power Play
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' Welcome back, Users. The situation in Purgos has become less of an issue than it has before. The power drain that had been afflicting the city has been stopped with the defeat of the Power-Eater and severing the connection to the energy relay station. However, there is still a matter of where that connection leads. What needed so much power that they would risk drawing the wrath of Tesler and his army? The location is on the edge of Purgos, facing into the Outlands. A bad as it is in Purgos, life in the Outlands is far worse. No one goes there except the desperate or those who wish to vanish. Which is why it might be unusual that the heroes arrive to find a door inset into a block crag. More importantly, there's a Recognizer out front with a number of Tesler's guards. Voxels lie spread across the ground, and holes crackle in the crag. The door has been obviously forced open, and the sounds of struggle are heard within. It looks like Tesler's finally made a move. This might have just gotten complicated. Well.... /more/ complicated.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' In the system, viral based offenses are considered especially heinous. In Purgos, the dedicated antivirals who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite group that most certainly aren't Users or Programs that have left the system. THESE ARE THEIR STORIES. (Bum bum) Although the power drain had been stopped, the explosive interdiction of viral weapons did the do the Grid any favors as far as the military lockdown went. Avira had a close call a few weeks ago that resulted in her...avoiding being around Abel's Garage for a few days. Deep in Purgos, especially THIS deep in Purgos, should offer her a bit of solace. At least that's what she thought until she sees that Recognizer with a number of Blackguards admist spilled voxels. Avira makes a face before it disappears behind the solid black helmet that extends from the back of her suit to cover her whole head. "Wow, I gotta hand it to Tesler's forces, they're actually /doing/ something this time." she pauses, "I hope Pavel isn't with them."

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' Stuff be happening and Tesler is actually now getting his act together to do something. Though from what Beck can see from the distance where he sits at high on a peak. Those voxels he hopes are /not/ Tesler's forces. As much as he may not like the general because of what he had done in Argon.. this JAVA.. was far larger threat and bring in weapon systems from a system that come from the outside. It was troubling. Very troubling. There was also an idle attempt to see if there was a female program anywhere. Beck was always keep an eye out for a 'specific' someone. Only because even though they broke away, well, he still hopes one day.. maybe.. Just maybe.. The Renegade then stands up as he then pulls out a his baton. He jumps off the hill and breaks the baton as a light cycle then forms under him. It revs down the hill and starts to make its way toward the sight. Those probably now gathering may in fact see the white light coming their way, though from the angle he is heading. They may need to go meet him at the at the entrance of where Tesler's forces have moved into, because Beck is heading right there. The young program really doesn't like the fact there is /that/ many voxels and no sign of Tesler's people have come out yet.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta still isn't really sure what's going on other than she was asked for help. Of course the fact she's from a low-tech world doesn't help either. Plus it was kind of awkward having legs again, hopefully this wouldn't turn out like last time. She's still not sure how people manage to stay on light cycles. For now she would go along with what the others where doing.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Accessing Archived Data The Grid has become quite the tourist spot as of late for those not of this system. For both good and for ill, some travelling from the grid certainly have made quite a few friends in their time away. Deelel had had a growing concern about the nature of things here. The parts Avira has taken to Mara had been very troubling. They were one military grade and for some sort of vehicle but that's all that could be told due to the few parts which were commonly used in a number of military machines. That was bad it was insanely hard for anyone without the proper access rights to get such things. Yet there Java's people had that. Deelel had to be a bit nervous as she looks at the carnage, while it might not effect users and those from that world much? The voxels scattered about would be like them seeing their dead blown to bits all over the place. "This doesn't look good." Deelel comments to her companions, she's got a light staff out and ready as she follows up with Avria. "Pavel's not someone you want to meet Avira, trust me on this." Mara had come along again it been hard to keep the mechanic program out of this mess. Those she cared for were threatened by all this and little did she know? It might go beyond the world as she understood it. Mara pauses as she sees something else coming this way she pauses and points it out to the gathered totally all programs. "We're not the only ones, who have caught wind of things." Deelel meanwhile looks over to Nagetta for a moment who looks a bit strange with legs but she seems to be all right for the most part. "We're going to need to go in, helmets up and lets go. Also don't let either side get a hold of your discs." Deelels own helmet forms about her head and she moves in with a light staff in hand. This is going to likely be in the words of a famous anti viral. Bad, very bad.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Deelel asked nicely, so she got another friend to show up. Given who they're dealing with, the helmets seem like a good idea. Except that he doesn't really /do/ face-concealing helmets. So. A tall, lanky man, with a shaggy mop of golden-blond hair shot through with red like flames stands with the group. He wears a greatcoat, combat boots, and opaque, black-lensed goggles. The greatcoat is curious indeed: it looks like the outside is made of a patchwork of flickering, cycling screens, each one showing counterculture symbols and anti-authoritarian slogans. Perhapurple. "Right." He doesn't reach for his Disc. Instead, he rolls up his right sleeve nearly to the shoulder with one hand, exposing a smooth, black arm with multiple purple lines running up the length of it. He makes a fist, and they glow a little more brightly. He smiles, pearly whites a stark contrast to his ruddy, dirty appearance and the dark colors he otherwise wears. "So." DJ Zero pauses, looking at Deelel. "Quiet or loud?"

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' The voxels are a mix of red and blue. Disconcerting. The guards continue to look nervous, until another comes to the entrance. "The Commander wants backup. They've captured the leader and are beginning to wipe up the remaining resistance." The two guards look at each other, and then to the man at the doorway, nodding, and they prepare to enter the building... When one stops. "Hey, do you hear something?" All three stop and turn, looking out at the Outlands, where one of them points at the approaching Light Cycle. "Hey, what's that?" Hands start sliding for discs and ready batons.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta has a light spear herself, kind of hard to fight like a dragoon with a disc after all. She's wearing a helmet though at least. All the glowing lights would make her eyes hurt otherwise. She notices all the gathered programs as well, this could get troublesome rather quickly.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "The Renegade's picked loud, it seems." Avira notes to Isaac, frowning a little in confusion. How the hell did that guy's teeth get so white? ...bah, it's probably prestidigination. DIdn't all wizards know that stuff? Reaching down, Avira detatches her own light cycle, though she doesn't activate it quite yet. "And while you're at it, mind giving us some music for ambiance? Something intense." Avira takes a few steps and leaps, the light cycle filling into the space around her and hitting the ground running. Deelel's going to get the distinct impression that Avira's really taken to these bikes. She's enjoying riding one way, way too much. Though one's she's closed the distance, it quickly becomes clear when she leaps from the bike and it disappears that she's been practicing the dismount. She uses the momentum to launch herself at one of the guards to tackle him to the ground-or even better, through the doorway. Avira will even 'surf' on the program for a few feet until friction forces his flying frame to stop.

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The Renegade was indeed choosing perhaps the loud path. Two heavies by the look of it and one light. One way to deal with this, but if these guys are here-- then that means Tesler is A-OK. Greeeat. And here he was worried. He should no better then to 'worry' about mister extendo arms. The Renegade kicks off the bike and goes to allow the light cycle to actually slam off two of the guards before activating his light disc which flares with light. "Nice to see you guys have things in hand, but I don't think Tesler realizes just how deep this black-hole goes." "So please excuse me!" The security program then races right at the other one, before he attempts to actually slide down and trip the other program over. No kill move here. There was no reason to 'derez' anyone yet.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "I'm with Avira, DJ Zero. Loud and fitting." Is her reply, and she's very happy Isaac came along, if there was a user who might be able to pull some of what Flynn could it would be Isaac after all. Well should we way DJ Zero that is and she seems ready for the moment. She's got her staff and is making ready to go in, there's some guards and she doesn?t seem happy about this as she's going in with the others, that's when The Renegade has popped in she's not surprised she's glad for the back up. To be honest she expects they may have to work with Tesler's troops. The staff is held in her off hand as she makes to run a few system commands on herself, to get ready for the fight that likely is going to be in their future. Will it be against Java's forces or against the forces of the system bound to Clu? That she does not know! She also keeps an eye on Nagetta thankful for he help but also making sure she will get help if she needs it.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta's not really the loud type, so she'll let the others do most of the talking. That and she's shy around people she doesn't know that well. She leaps upwards, though it's not as high as she can normally jump. She's not used to having legs or the physics of this world. Still she manages to gain some momentum as she brings her spear down on one of the guards.

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' The guards don't even get a chance to respond. Avira launches at the central guard, impacting hard and surfing him straight into the complex while Beck uses his Light Cycle inventively, slamming it into the two heavy guards. The powerful impact knocks the guards out, chunks of their armor voxeling off as it shatters. Nagetta lands on one of the fallen guards, striking it with her spear. The guard falls over and begins disintegrating into voxels from the blow. Meanwhile, Avira looks up, and the inside of the complex... Is a lot less complex than she might expect. The interior has a number of machines, the glowing power lines appearing to feed into a large catwalk-lined area below. The sounds of fighting are heard in the distance but it seems to be getting more sporadic. In the depths, there is a large, vaguely familiar shape, a large capsule of some kind with a thick window inset into it. Inside is a thin, unassuming Program in blue being held by a pair of Guards, the former looking quite defeated as he stands before a familiar figure. Pavel stands over the man, smiling. "It doesn't look like it went so well for you now, did it, JAVA? Here you are, your little crime ring crushed, your men scattered into voxels, and you... Well, you'll be lucky if you only get sent to the Games." He leans in, smiling as he hisses, "There are... so many thing I would be happy to show you." JAVA cringes away, reflexively, as Pavel simply pulls back with a laugh. "Which only leaves one small thing. What are you even /doing/ here?" The capsule-room looks like it has a large number of displays, and a control yoke of some kind front and center. "If I didn't know better I'd say you were..." He pauses, and smiles. "Well, it looks like you just might in fact be building a /Recognizer/! But this doesn't looks standard..." At this point, the Program speaks up. "Look, I'm begging you, don't touch-GUH!" JAVA folds over as Pavel lunges, driving his fist into the man's gut. "Don't presume to tell /me/ what I can or can't do, traitor!" He says. "I think I'll be taking this back to Tesler as a souvenier. After all, can't have military hardware left in the hands of /scum/ like you." "But..." JAVA objects, "You don't underst-" There is a crunch as Pavel strikes JAVA across the face this time. "No more talk. You're coming back with us." He walks to the control yoke.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' "Cool. Let's do that, then." Zero cracks his real knuckles, running the fingers of his left hand across his arm. Spots light up, and little flickers of light are briefly visible on the surface of his goggles. He looks around for a second, and then snaps his fingers, pointing finger-guns at the walls. A couple seconds pass. They start to vibrate, thumping to the beat as the music kicks up, coming from the building itself. DJ Zero steps out of cover as it does, bobbing his head to the beat. He's a couple steps away from air guitaring on the spot. BGM CHANGE: Machinae Supremacy -- Battlecry ( http://youtu.be/CIiH7_WukMI ) "There." He smiles, grinning that grin again. The Renegade rushes in first, tripping the guys up; Zero follows him and Avira, glancing at the fallen and then derezzed guards. He steps over them, slipping into the room and up to the window. His smile falters for just a second. DJ Zero draws back his arm, clenching his fist. It glows. He takes a breath, and then swings, a little too short for it to hit the actual window. His arm fully extends, and then... ...keeps... going. The arm hammers into and through the window. It extends further and further, rocketing across the length of the room. Isaac is aiming to hit Pavel right in the digital kidneys, but he won't be upset if he knocks a guard across the chamber, either. He doesn't think he has the strength to core a Program with one swing, but inanimate objects? Inanimate objects he can smash.

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' Beck doesn't even look back at the renegade. Nope. That program in TRON colors of this grid was on the move. He may glower at the one who killed the guard without reason, but he doesn't have time to keep up with a bunch of users. He runs up a wall and black flips off, to hand spring over the rails and then lands on the catwalk in a crouch. He then sprints off and keeps running. Also Beck will have to question Isaac on the sudden program override. Cause seriously, if he can pick that up. He can only imagine Clu. Like seriously, Clu sitting there in his chair before looking out that window and going: 'I sense a change in the code' or something. ..Blame Deelel.. Though what does get Beck is the sudden arm extend and he does a quick step to turn around and look at Isaac and just stare at the man. Though mind you his face is hidden, but one kinda gets the impression: 'Where by Flynn did you get that?' It doesn't last long because with an entrance given, Beck jumps into the now broken glass and lands on the ground. If the Guard isn't knocked over, he would be cause that is what Beck is landing on to knock down for sure. He then looks right at Pavel and starts to walk over to the coward of a program. Maybe he was lucky he be squirming over in pain by now.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "That's what I'm talking about." Avira warbles, giving Isaac a thumbs up before departing for bike-fu. Once inside, Avira quickly discards her 'ride' and runs ahead, listening carefully to the sounds of fighting and following them. She doesn't pay the near machines any attention though the power lines do catch her interest. Channeling power stolen earlier, maybe? She navigates the catwalks with speed until she finally comes upon a Program she doesn't recognize, two Blackguards and... Oh no. Avira recognizes Pavel alright. Pausing, she considers her options, and allows her face-obscuring helmet to slide back. Casually, she removes her disc from her back and approaches the small group. Openly. What? "Well color me whatever hex value represents surprise." Avira calls out, stopping away from Pavel and company with a hand resting on her hip. "You actually beat me here. And to him." Avira gestures at JAVA with her disc even though she has no friggin' clue who he is since she's never actually seen JAVA before. Based on the exchange he's probably the 'virus' responsible for the weapons...though he didn't LOOK like a virus. Didn't matter, all she wanted to do was serve as a brief distraction. ...okay, and maybe settle some unfinished business?

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' DJ Zero turns his head a little towards Beck. He gives him a lopsided smile and a one-shouldered shrug, tilting his head a little. 'Hacker program,' he practically says. 'Duh.'

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel follows her friends after as they go in, she notices the guards are out of it and she leaves two down and one dead. There's nothing she can do. She moves onwards sometimes you got to fight but in this case? They were performing their functions as Flynn intended. Well she makes sure not to step on the two still living ones. They got a lot more lives at stake than that. She hears a voice, a voice that makes her visible cringe. Pavel is known to her and he's not one to take lightly the look on her face behind her mask isn't very happy. DJ Zero puts on the bitching music she watches his arm and blows a hole right in. <<Not bad at all.>> She?s now racing in with her staff at the ready here, singing with music would be almost an alien thing to most basics even Deelel has only tried to use her voice with limited success in only a few songs. She lands a moment after Isaac makes his move, she landed in a crouch, staff at the ready as she rises and tilts her head. She says nothing for the moment and lets Avira do her thing. Mara is following a bit behind if there's some sort of vehicle to deal with that's what she's here for, though she can more than handle her self if things go bad, right?

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' Pavel is a few inches from taking up the control yoke when he tilts his head. "What is that? I didn't request any mus-AAAH!" There is a crash as a hole is shattered in the front glass by an arm. There is a sweet-ass close up slow motion shot as Pavel twists, the glowing arm glancing across his chest and knocking him back several steps as it leaves a light gash on him. "General!?" Pavel says in disbelief... And then he looks up. "No... Who the /frag/ are you?" His eyes narrow dangerously... But suddenly he has more important things to deal with. "YOU! The Renegade! And you! Avira! You're all with /him/?" Pavel says, and he clenches his teeth. "Where did you get this kind of- oh wait, it doesn't really matter now. BECAUSE I HAVE THIS!" Pavel turns, and grabs onto the control yoke, activating the giant machine. JAVA, standing there next to the remaining Guard, smiles. There is a crackle of power, and Pavel's hands suddenly adhere to the yoke. "What the...!?" He says, surprised. "You wanted it so badly. I warned you..." There is a hum, and JAVA suddenly exhibits some competency as he spins, striking through the other Guard that was next to him with his Disc. His demeanor is completely different, his expression smooth, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous cunning. "And now you've got it. And all that comes with it. Should have looked gift Recognizers in the code. I know /I/ did." There is a rumble and a lurch as the massive machine surges upwards, smashing through the top of the complex in an explosion of voxels, the crag half-derezzing as the huge black machine hangs in the air. And then it lights upurple. Pavel screams in pain as an energy field of some kind descends around him, locking him away from the rest of the control room. Not that he can do anything, stuck to the control yoke as it is, but sizzling, crackling flashes of Darkness appear, causing slithering digital snakelike Heartless to manifest throughout the area. Purple lightning snaps down from the Recognizer, striking the ground and causing the same phenomenon. JAVA, meanwhile, gives a salute. "Good luck, Renegade. I'll see you around!" He then turns and bolts, running quickly out of the room. Everyone else has bigger problems, as the weapons come online. <================================> - <X3 - <=================================> - A FORCE OF DARKNESS HAS ARRIVED - - Dark Recognizer - - WARNING: DANGEROUS CODE DETECTED - - PREPARE FOR BATTLE - <================================> - <X3 - <=================================> Sizzling beams begin to rake out along the ground from the Recognizer, while the snake Heartless attack, seeking out the heroes and biting at them. This is only made worse with clusters of yelloe-green spheres, dropped like cluster bombs to detonate with viral code.

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The Renegade suddenly feels movement. "What the.." Then suddenly Java runs off. "You--" He doesn't have a chance to finish till he has to completely leap right out and rolls across the ground. Great-- Now he has to save Pavel and will probably get blamed for this later. More things to stack up on his 'wanted' posters. Probably going to be now: 'Associating with viruses' or something. Sadly with the rough landing he does have time to actually get out of the way. The heartless snake bites and its fangs cause a part of his arm to crackle with damage lines. Then he flips over the snake to only get hit by one of the virus bombs. The explosion knocks him back and he shakes his head, but his systems are already dealing with the viral code. He then stands up and stares at the Recognizer. "We need to find away to get Pavel free and shut that thing down." He looks over at Isaac. "I don't like hackers much.. but think you can do that?" The Renegade then jumps up along one of the rails, "Because if you need a higher access code.." He doesn't finish that statement. He shouldn't have too. What does do is allow his disc to fly different ways, trying to help deal with the Heartless issue.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta's even more confused now, if snake Heartless can exist here why is she fully human? She let's out a confused "Huh?" Still she's a bit heistant to fight them, they're still snakes after all even if they're evil. Of course she has an advantage in knowing how to avoid them, maybe she could take control so the others can focus on Pavel.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira totally takes advantage of the fact that she doesn't have to answer to Pavel at ALL. Is she here with the Renegade? Well, yes, but rather than outright admit it, she opts to smirk at the Program. The smirk disappears once Pavel reaches for that weapon and all hell breaks loose. Avira gives JAVA a glare as he slips past, "This isn't over, Program." she mutters before focusing on the much more dangerous matter at hand. Pavel's power seems to be getting hijacked to power this dark Recognizer. Somehow this is also summoning Heartless, which Avira doesn't actually notice until they start coiling around her legs. "Gah!" she yelps, trying to shake them off, her movements growing sluggish. In a moment of horror she realizes that the viral code actually seems to be affecting her somehow. "I'll keep it busy, you do what you gotta do, Isaac, and get that...ugh, Program free like the Renegade says. It's probably drawing off his power." Sticking with her already drawn identity disc, Avira throws the weapon upwards hard, three times in a row after it comes back the first two.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Some part of Deelel is happy to see Pavel get slammed like that. She tilts her head and says nothing for a moment as the Renegade busts in and Deelel now speaks up her voice distorted and she notes "No! Don't touch ..." It's too late Pavel has touched it and he's stuck now he hears JAVA's words and she looks to the machine for a moment. She backs up and barks to any remaining guards. "Get back." JAVA isn't what she expected she can only watch the machine as it rises she can hear Pavel scream in pain in terror as JAVA escapes, while the dark machine is now making use of Pavel in some way. "Is he a battery...?" She hates to think it but they may have to save Pavel. He is a <Goosehonk> but does he deserve this, no he does not. Then again there's isn't much she can do as she comes under fire and isn't able to get clear she makes use of the staff at the moment she recovers from the blast to pole-vault up into the air. Deelel spins once like a top before throwing her disc at the hulking thing. She knows it won't do much as she calls out. "We need some heavier weapons! Light staffs and ID Discs are not going to do much1" She's got her light jet but that will take a moment to get up into the air, she's still dropping to the ground her disc has yet to return and she banishes her staff, replacing it rapidly with another rod in her hand and it construct a light jet about her, rapidly going from wire-frame to full out aircraft. "Java is no idiot he password protected the thing, we're going to have to pull Pavel out of there as much as I'm loathed to admit it." There's the chance he could get a far more dangerous replacement after all. Deelel's still hurting from the viral code but she's able to press on. The Viral code is eating at her own and it's painful but she's got to fight as the light jet's guns come to life and start spraying bolts of light at the huge hulking machine. Mara meanwhile made her self useful ans has pulled any surviving sentries and blackguard out of harms way, who are in no condition to fight. After all they wee actually looking out for the city today and it didn't feel right to her, to leave them like that.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' "They call me DJ Zero," the begoggled hacker replies with a lopsided grin. He spreads his arms. "Welcome to the revolution!" And then things go pear-shaped. Isaac backs off as the roof explodes, the Recognizer rising into the air. He looks between that and JAVA, muttering to himself, "I /knew/ someone named after Java would be up to no good." He looks between Pavel and the Dark Recognizer, and then throws himself to the side, diving into a clumsy roll while the weapons rake the ground. He gets up, but some of the viral code clings to his coat, making the flickering images hazy with snow. DJ Zero pulls himself to his feet and brushes off the worst of it. Some still clings. He feels... sick. His arm retracts fully, locking back into place. He casts Beck a glance and an easy smile. "Don't worry; I'll handle it." He looks between him and Avira, and gestures skyward. "See what you can do about those weapons." The cyber-sorcerer moves his fingers back to his forearm. It's not as good as his actual sbright blue light tracing through the air and hunting for the connecting portions to attack it on a level he's more comfortable with. "Hold on," says the hacker. "I'm gonna get you out."

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' JAVA grabs a wing chute and bails out of the Recognizer, his laughter audible as he leaps off and aims for the Outlands. It's clear he intends to vanish in the confusion. Meanwhile, 'associating with Viruses' will go nicely next to 'Disc Alteration' and 'Assassin', Beck. Keep going and you might get a Bingo. He launches his Disc, the Heartless derezzing quickly into dissolving dark voxels as they are struck. As usual, the Heartless are weak, but numerous. How /is/ the Recognizer making them? Nagetta's attempts to sway the snake Heartless, however, meet with little success. Perhaps it is better this way. Avira's own Disc hammers into the large Recognizer, breaking off pieces of it as it hangs there in the air, swivelling to face the threat. A Light Jet, however, is a bigger threat than someoneo n foot with a Light Disc. Generally. It changes targets, blasting at Deelel with detonating spheres of disruptive energy and carpetbombing the area. Collateral damage appears to not be an issue to the Recognizer. Mara, meanwhile, successfully reaches the confused Blackguard and remaining members of JAVA's crime ring, and they have no issues getting evacuated by a spunky Program who seems to know what the hell she's doing. It looks like there's another Program deep in the complex, however, trapped. She can hear him yelling for help... DJ Zero, meanwhile, attacks on an entirely different level. He attacks the Recognizer, attempting to access it and break past the security measures. Immediately he is faced with walls of security codes. Whoever put this together seems to be quite familiar with User-based hacking tendencies. It's not impossible. It just means Isaac will have to actually work to look awesome this time. Meanwhile, ports open along the Recognizer, unleashing missile banks and raining down pain upon their enemies. The massive thing goes spinning through the air erratically, using its own movements as a potential weapon to try to strike or crush their enemies! Press the buttons fast!

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The Renegade gives a nod to Isaac. He'll have to trust the hacker, but he is a friend of Avira's so.. Though as he goes to move across the ground, he takes notice that Deelel isn't doing so well. He tsks softly and then goes to try and deflect any attacks coming his way. Be it be bite, bomb, or whatever. He was going to try and make he way over to Deelel. "Deelel!" The Renegade calls over to her, before sliding over to her. "One second, let me see your disc." This wasn't easy to do when all hell was breaking loose, but if he works fast enough... Just remember what TRON of this grid taught him... "No medic.. but.." He then works to try and remove the virus from her systems. Just a good ol' security override. As he tries to break away that is when he gets caught by the missiles and they kinda fling him back and he slams into one of the walls and bounces off. Crashing into the ground. He lays there for a moment as his own internal systems attempt to recalibrate.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Given how mindless the Heartless she should have expected that not to work well. It looks like she's going to have to actually fight them. She sighs a bit at the thought and leaps as high as she can on her legs. Her spear is spun around as she descends doing her best to smack as many of the snakes as she can with it.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has got a lot of attention now from the horror Java has built. She pulls back hard trying to keep herself in the figth and while she's taken a few hits she's not as bad off as she could be. The Light jet is proving to be pretty durable, after all it's not something commonly basics can get their hands on. Normally security programs and such are the ones cleared to get them. Deelel knows this but there's no time, she's pulling back again and at Beck's calling she pulls back hovering dangerously for a moment to let him work. It's not perfect, but the worst of the viral code is pulled from her system. It's no longer eating away at her code, which is the important part! She's now taking full out flight again thanks to the help she's bake to get a good deal of control over the light jet now she's not in such pain from the viral code. She's still not fully recovered but she's clearly back in the fight the light jet is off again heading after the She opens fire with eh guns again, and the bolts of light keep on going. She also notices someone is leaping from Dark Recognizer, it has to be Java but there?s nothing she can do but record the likely direction he's going as she comes about for another pass. Mara is busy helping the injured and confused she talks to one of the more still with it Sentry's says "I'm going to call for support, this is going to get the whole district cubed if this keeps going on!" He bolts to get outside and hopefully to their own craft to call for backup. Mara waves him off and then hears someone else calling for help, and she's quick to go after trying to seek out who is needed of aid in getting out of this mess. "I am coming! Where are you?"

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Being familiar with User-based hacking techniques does not mean being familiar with Isaac-based hacking techniques. The difference is the amount of bullshit computer wizardry is involved. Isaac handles the problem in the best way possible: he makes the barriers visible, and starts punching through them. He starts by scattering glittering motes with his mechanical hand, the lights clinging to the tendrils of Darkness and viral code and drawing them into plain visibility. Then, he starts to disarm them like it was a bomb. It might be a bomb, he thinks. Isaac casts more of the blue web out, the needle-thin lines tracing through the air and turning at ninety degree angles as they approach. They snake into the programming, subverting and destroying as they go, his mundane skill backed by sorcerous might. "Is this a bomb?" Isaac asks nobody in particular aloud. "I feel like there might be a bomb."

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' The Renegade tries to take a moment to recover, but there seems to be little chance of the Recognizer letting up oon its attacks. Meanwhile, Nagetta bounces, striking through the Heartless mass and destroying them quickly in her attempts to keep them contained. She might be able to handle it, but it is not easy. Then again, nothing worthwhile ever is, is it? Deelel strikes at the Recognizer with a blast of gunfire, striking it some more. The Recognizer sparks and sizzles, parts of it falling off as it spirals, suddenly dipping and crashing into the military Recognizer, sending it tipping over... And possibly onto the defenders again! Press Triangle! Meanwhile Mara follows the voice deeper into the complex. "Help! Please, someone! I'm trapped!" The voice calls out, leading her away from the battle. Meanwhile, Isaac continues to learn more about what he's dealing with. The security and viral code is designed to keep people out and act as boobytraps for people who aren't paying attention. Isaac has ways around dealing with it. As he continues to work his way into the aggregate program, he starts learning more about what it's doing and why. The results aren't good. At this point, the massive thing results in simply starts smashing around and crush down, impacting everything around it in rampant thrashing. The lines flicker, showing the hacking contest between Isaac 'Matter of Time' Hanlon and the Dark 'Crushing Your Head' Recognizer. It might not be so simple. Like when the legs rotate, slamming together as it attempts to simply drop like a massive piston directly on top of Isaac. And other people.

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The Renegade starts to get back up when all hell breaks loose. He is unaware that Mara has gone off to go 'save' someone. He has a bit more things to worry about then his fiery friend. Thing happens, things go crashing down. He nearly gets crushed. He nearly get voxeled, he somehow manages to roll himself out of the worst of it. Yet what does hit him, places more cracks over his body. He slowly forces himself back up, "Everyone alright?" He is able to ask, before suddenly finding himself with a piece falling right on him. Though soon the Light Disc breaks through it and the Renegade rises up, stepping up and then looking directly at the Recognizer and the Heartless. "Enough of this." He says with a cold voice. He then races right off. He flings his disc one way. Then another way. He kicks off a wall, catches the disc and throws it again. The disc goes one way, he goes another. Wall run, jump, flip, throw. Many forms of a disc playing master. Something Beck himself was always complimented on, and TRON pushed him ever further. TRON... what would you do now... if you were still here. A thought that doesn't stay long on Beck's mind when he lands down to catch his disc once more.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Mara has the sense to report in to her allies over their private channel. <<"There's someone else deeper into the complex I?m going to get them out, sounds like they are in trouble.>> Mara continues on her way deeper in trying to get to them she's not foolish, she's kept her allies informed right? So away she goes deeper into the complex. Deelel meanwhile is coming under even worse fire at this point. She's was doing a bank at this point as the craft god sown she gets clipped and her light jet is not doing so well it gets clipped and nearly goes down she fights to pull it out of the spiral and just mange to it's trialing voxels and that's when she brings the light walls online as she start trying to loop about the Dark Recognizer. Like some sort of pretzel of doom and she also opening up with the guns again. She mutters a bit as well they are saving Pavel in all likely hood from this thing. She cuts the light walls a second later spirals up and then drops at the thing opening fire tying to cripple it once and for all.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac starts to get an idea of what this is doing. He breaks past its security at the same time he actively attacks it, flinging tines of piercing light up at the Dark Rectifier that burn pieces away as soon as they touch it. They cling like creeping ivy, off-colored light that slowly subverts whatever it comes into contact with and breaks down the unsalvageable parts. As he starts to get an idea of what the hell is going on, Isaac stops leaning towards 'bomb' and starts leaning towards 'plant.' He talks to himself as he works. "Looks like it's /designed/ to lock the pilot down. Quite the trap they've got going on... like it was waiting for someone to try and take it for themself." Isaac tweaks his access method a little as a shadow passes over him. He looks up. "Ah. Crap." The thing falls like a hammer. The cybermancer throws himself forward, sliding across the ground as it hits. It shatters the place he was standing, the force throwing him further, this time into a rock face. He hits it, hard, the wind knocked out of him as he falls into a pile of rubble beneath it. For a second, he's stunned. DJ Zero rolls over. He coughs out a wheezing laugh, reaching over to his artificial hand. His goggles glow malevolently. "Nice security," he says, talking to the animate inanimate object. "I'm impressed by whoever put you together. That one virus, maybe?" He pulls himself to his feet. "Dunno. Figured he'd be here himself. Either way..." He Anathema." The blue tines of ivy-like growth suddenly light up. They spread like wildfire, hungrily climbing the Dark Rectifier. It goes up, over, and down the other side, gradually covering the thing in the brightly-glowing stuff. Needle-like points stab into its hull as it spreads, and Isaac finds himself with more and more potential points of access. He pokes and prods at the security a little more. Then, he hits it like a hammer driving a spike to split a block. All he needs is control for just a second. 'DELETE' is practically on the tip of his fingers.

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' Mara apurple... Beck launches himself through the air, the Renegade's mastery of the Disc making up for the lack of heavy artillery. His attack crushes through the glass, impacting control panels through the cockpit and causing massive gouts of sparks and crackling voxels. The Dark Recognizer shudders, hanging in the air as it realizes it has been critically damaged. Deelel's Light Jet is getting a workout tonight as, sensing the critical damage, she moves in for an end run on the Recognizer. She strafes through, the Recognizer impacting the light walls and explosions beginning to wrack the systems. It begins to separate, something within trying to hold it together regardless... Until Isaac breaks through... And unleashes Power. The lines connecting Isaac to the Dark Recognizer surge, the lines on the massive machine flickering blue for a moment, and then surging pure white moments before all-consuming white fire explodes through the machine, ravaging it and sending it collapsing, flying apart. The cockpit block slams to the ground, the other parts vaporizing and derezzing in midair in response to the final command from the cybermancer. The cockpit block also derezzes, dropping an unconscious Pavel to the ground, where the remaining Sentries move in to try to recover their commander. Everything goes silent for a moment, leaving only the digital wind...

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' Except for a moment of clapping. Slow, methodical clapping. "Very nice." comments LEXUS, moments before he turns, pushing a struggling Mara backwards. A Darkness portal opens behind her as she falls in. "Well played indeed. JAVA was more clever than I expected. I will have to take that into account."

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The Renegade almost falls down to one knee due to the damage he has taken, but the clapping causes him to quickly stand back up. He then sees Mara get shoved through the dark portal and he takes a step forward. He then looks directly at the Virus. The one he fought before along side the younger TRON. "Where did you send her?!" The Renegade barks out as he goes to take another step forward, before he finds himself making a sudden break run right for the Virus, "Because you can't have her!"

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' "Game over," Isaac utters. "User wins." He rises to his feet. DJ Zero brushes himself off, finally purging the clinging viral code. He grips his coat with both hands and straightens it deliberately, and the various damaged panels rectify themselves, flickering back to life. Zero walks out of the rubble-strewn space, stepping on thin air and leaving briefly-visible translucent panels behind, not unlike stairs. "Oh, hey, look at that. The aforementioned vidon't charge at him he's probably got a contingency for oh he's already doing it." He switches gears twice in one sentence. He just shakes his head and palms his face. Let him monologue, kid, let him monologue!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Mara pauses turns and sees a flash of purple there's something behind her and it's not good. That's not goodd at all for her bnut it's too late LEXUS has got his hands on expected. There'as not much she can do at this point she's struggling though. Meanwhile Deelel brings her damaged light jet in for a landing and derezzes it as the whole creation of Java is going up for the most part. She shakes her head a bit as she leaves the Sentries to get their boss. She's about to do more but there's not much that she can do and she's unaware. Mara meanwhile calls out. "Let me go! LET ME GO!" Deelel looks to Isaac for a moment and isn't sure what to think of his comment. That's when the fear hits, it's LEXUS, to say Deelel is afraid of him is an understatement and a half. She was nearly consume by him after all. As for Mara it may be too late at this point or is it?

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' "Oh look, you /do/ care. I was wondering if I would manage to find /anything/ that got under your skin, Renegade!" LEXUS replies. He doesn't seem to be too concerned with the charging Beck, holding his hand out and swiping it through the air. There is a low rending noise as the ground begins dissilving, black and purple tendrils crashing upwards between him and the charging Beck. Go ahead. Try to leap. LEXUS doesn't smile. "She has an appointment with my Mistress and it would be ill of me to keep her waiting. Perhaps we can negotiate an exchange at a later time. You do, after all, have elevated system privleges I would be interested in acquiring... Congratulations on saving Purgos, however. I'm sure General Tesler and that conniving snake Pavel will appreciate it." Now he chuckles and gives a short bow. "Good luck... heroes. We will meet again." At that, he turns, and falls towards the Portal that he shoved Mara through.

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The Renegade falls short as the dark tendrils rise up. He almost acts like he wants to just, he really /wants/ to /try/, but everything to his core is telling him not too. To NOT chance it. He stands there for a bit, charged, ready to try. Attempting fate, daring it, but he doesn't budge. He doesn't move. Instead he takes a step back and then slams his fist into the ground once Lexus leaves. His fist slams and he lets out a roar of anger, lowering his head and just-- fully falling to his knees. "..why.." He whispers out softly. By Flynn.. How was he going to explain this to Zed. He looses TRON. They lost Abel.. and now..

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel stops in horror and there's actually a sound of anger coming from Deelel's throat. It's an inhuman noise, but something that is just a very angry poream she's snapped out of it as Beck drops to his knees she mvoes over to him for a moment, she looks to Beck and sets a hand on her shoulder. "We ... will get her back, we have to go before the guard comes back..." She'll talk to Zed if it comes down to it, she's got a feeling though with what she knows he may be chomping at the bit to come with her...for now. "Because that virus always has a plan, if he took her alive he won't be doing anything to her..." She looks to Isaac for a moment and tilts her head. "Let's go..."

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|Location=Golmore Jungle
|Synopsis=Deelel and Yurita were out exploring the jungles when they encounter a strange demi human girl. Whose got a rather big problem chasing after her.
|Cast of Characters=Deelel, Yurita, Mir Clarence
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:'''[[Mir Clarence]] has posed:''' "...This place is waaaay too creepy." Came the voice of a young girl. She had long, green hair tied back into a ponytail by a blue ribbon, and a rather casual set of clothing consisting of a blue and white vest and a white skirt. Not really fit for traveling. Her eyes were oddly pink, and her face held an apprehensive look. But she wasn't alone. She had a ride. That ride in particular being a large, fluffy yellow chocobo. It looked much larger than the usual brand of chocobo as well. The furry appendages flowing from either side of it's beak and it's almost feral appearance marked it as a pulse chocobo. The wild variety. Riding on top of this chocobo, a large, red merchant's stall was being pulled along by the girl's mount, wheels squeaking now and then with exertion. "...Why'd there have to be such a creepy place in between Luca and Deling? Whose idea was this anyhow!?" All she got for her complaining however was... "Wark." A simple chirp of acknowledgement from her chocobo companion. "Yeah, I figure." The girl replied, as if she understood. Surely not. Whatever the case may be, the two of them rde onwards, eager to leave this dark, dank jungle. But then... There was an audible rustle and a faint growl. "...Huh?" She perked up and looked off in that general direction for a second. Then back to her chocobo. "...Did you hear that?" Her mount responded with a hurried nod. "...I really hope that wasn't-" She didn't get a chance to finish. With a loud roar, a huge beast burst out from behind the treeline and onto the path behind them. Purple fur, large horns, claws, and endless rows of fangs marked this creature as... "BEHEMOTH-!" The girl cried, and with all due haste, she and her chocobo took off down the trail, wagon being pulled along as the chocobo booked it. Said behemoth was right on their tails, just barely missing it's swipes at the merchant wagon. "Hey! Stop that! I need that! Go away! Go away! Shoo!" What a nice way to pass the day. Avoiding becoming monster food.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel was prone to exploring the world around her, and here she is out in the jungles again. She'd also been meaning to get tot he Valkyri related camp out here. That was her plan at least for the moment she didn't seem bothered by the weather but then again she wasn't quite something native to this world. She seem to find her way well enough as she had a light staff out and would power it to cut a path therough the jungle. When it was needed however the sound of a creature would get her attention, that would totally get her attention. "A monster? This is bad very bad. Yurita? Come on we can't idle here." With that Deelel takes off at a very high speed for the souns of the monster and the young woman who yelled out the creature's name. Someone sounds like they need help!

:'''[[Yurita]] has posed:''' Yurita groans, tripping more then a few times as she follows Deelel "Just my luck... I get abck to the grid to /escape/ this fragged up world, and it's stupid areas, like this, and the dessert, and then you just drag me back!" she then hears the monster and groans "I'm more of a hazzard in a fight!" is said even as she /tries/ to speed up and follow Deelel. REally though it just ends with her tripping a lot more.

:'''[[Mir Clarence]] has posed:''' The girl continued to cling to her chocobo for dear life, not bothering to look back at the Behemoth hot on their trail. Nope, she wasn't about to stare death in the face. If she had time to spare doing that, then she had time to spare keeping her hide from getting tanned! The sound of voices in the distance didn't escape her notice, but again, no time to focus on that. And so the girl, the chocobo, and the monster tore down the path, narrowly avoiding becoming dinner a few times. "Gaaaah! You're ruining all my supplies, you stupid jerk!" This is why it sucked traveling on the road as a merchant. Monster attacks. Sure, she could defend herself, but she wasn't strong enough to deal with a friggen BEHEMOTH. Not by a long shot! If those two programs were going to do something, then sooner would be better than later!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "It could be worse Yurita and come on live a little. It's more interesting than the outlands, trust me. Well then I'll take the lead on this." Deelel seems to have adapted to this chaotic messed up world from the average program's view point. With how she's dodging the pit falls, so far. She's nopw got hr disc and she pulls it off her back and throws it trying to get the beasts attention the humm of the disc might get it's attntion or at least pasue it as it would find the weapon flying right past it's face only missing it by a few inches.

:'''[[Yurita]] has posed:''' Yurita groans, continuing to climbs through the trees more than run through them "Live?! I plan on living, doing this is gonna kill me! Do you know how hard it is to live in a dessert with no, as the users call it, water?!" she finally manages to get up to where Deelel is, taking off her own disc she throws it.... It goes past the beasts face as well, but gets stuck /high/ up in a tree... "Users be! Why!"

:'''[[Mir Clarence]] has posed:''' "Eh?" The green haired girl mumbled in surprise, seeing a light disc fly by, and then another one after it. "What the heck?" She intoned, looking back to see just where in the world those things came from. It wasn't just her either, the behemoth and her chocobo also looked back, basically pausing the chase. Spying Deelel, she arched a brow curiously. "The heck is that?" And then she caught sight of Yurita afterward. "...Her too." Her chocobo shook his head as if to say he didn't know. The behemoth however let out an angry growl and turned it's attention to Deelel and Yurita. Stomping towards the two of them, it looked to have no intention of stopping, rearing back with a claw to swipe at Deelel since she was closest. Well, they succeeded in getting it's attention. Bad news? Now it was attacking them!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel catfhes her weapon on the return pass and looks at the monster which now is coming for them. Okay the plan worked, and noe she's got a very angry monster focused on her. She glances to her friend and replies. "I been out here too long maybe I'm a bit glitched." She looks sheepish before she now attemps to draw the monster's attention. "Come on, that's ritght after me!" She just weaves out of the way of the swipe with the grace of a dancer, before coming about with her light staff intent to slam it into the creature before fading back. If Mir, pays attention Deelel has this strange almost alien warble to her voice as she speaks.

:'''[[Yurita]] has posed:''' Yurita makes a 'yipe' noise, before looking around. Spotting a rock, she grabs it and throws, hard, it goes way off course and hits a tree, making her drop her face into her hand "Really?" is mumbled to herself in shame... Before the rock hits the behemoth in the eye, having bounced off said tree. She then goes wide eyed "Yay! I hit it! And a LITTLE glitched?! Try a lot!" she tries to stay out of range of grabbing the beasts attention.

:'''[[Mir Clarence]] has posed:''' ".....?" She wasn't exactly paying attention to the sound quality of these women's voices. What concerned her more was the fact that these two crazies saw fit to divert attention away from herself and make themselves the target of an angry, no doubt hungry monster! Have these two lost their minds!? "...Wow." She mumbled, watching as Deelel and Yurita fought the beast. The rock in the eye caused it to stumble, giving Deelel enough time to smash it in the head with her staff. Roaring angrily, the behemoth turned it's body, spiked tail sweeping along the ground at a violent speed, aiming to bowl the two programs over and then worse. While it did so, it tried to recover it's vision, shaking it's head a bit to clear it. And the whole while, the unlucky merchant just sat there on her chocobo, watching warily. "....Hey, should we get out of here?" She asided to her chocobo. If he could shrug, he would have. But instead, all the girl got was a vague rustle of the wings. Well then.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has a very angry creature after her and it's not very happy she calls back to Mir at her question. Well she's reply but it seems to be trying to recover. She looks to Yurita and comments "I think she's right this is the part where we run while it's recovering! Miss I suggest you do get moving!" Deelel pulls a small little puck like item from a pocket and arms it. It's non lethal, but it's basically a flash grenade, she arms the time lobs it at the distracted beast and is going to run after Mir and Yurita hopefully if this mad plan works.

:'''[[Yurita]] has posed:''' Yurita is hit with a tail... She slams into a tree "Oof! I swear, why did I let you talk me into coming out of the grid again?! I may not have recognized it, but I swear it was probably safer then this!" she gets up slowly, stumbling side to side "ow...." She then blinks "B-but my disc!" she looks near hysterical "My disc! WE can't just run off without it?!" but it's to late for her to really argue as the stun grenade is popped off, and she sighs, before running after Deelel.

:'''[[Mir Clarence]] has posed:''' "Uh...right." The green haired girl nodded rather dumbly before looking ahead and urging her chocobo to start moving. And move he did. Pulling the large cart along after them, the girl and her mount were soon speeding off and away from the conflict. If Deelel and Yurita were fast enough, they might be able to hitch a ride on the cart. There was a small well that held several bushels of greens. Likely food for the chocobo, but it was enough to fit two or three people in if they squeezed together. Meanwhile, the behemoth found it's vision impaired once again by the flash grenade and let out an angry howl, twisting and turning it's body about uselessly as the programs got away. The pattering of their feet, along with the wheels of the merchant cart escaping into the distance was all it could hear until it was left alone... Guess dinner escaped! "....Phew, I think it gave up." The girl mumbled, looking back to check after a while of escaping down the path. They were approaching the end of the jungle by this point.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Wait your disc?" Yurita was from Wise OS it wasn't like Deelel losing her disc, oh heck no. That would be bad but right now she's looking at her. She hadn't realized this, they are going to have to go back and look for it once the monster has wandered off, right? Oh this could be such a mess one way or another. She looks to the girl and looks back. "We may have to go back and look for something, however my name's Deelel." The disc was stuck in a tree so it shouldn't be a huge problem to get it back once the beast wanders off. "Yurita don't worry I'll go back and get it if it comes to it, on my own." She looks back to Mir for a moment and asks. "Are you all right?"

:'''[[Yurita]] has posed:''' Yurita nods, biting her lip, looking scared "I-it got stuck in a tree when I threw it at the beast, and it missed...." she rubs the back of her head slowly, shaking her head "Bad bad bad.... I.... I can't let you go alone to retreive something /I/ lost...." she then shakes her head... "My name's Yurita..." is said quietly, as she keeps looking at her hands, as she plays with them nervously.

:'''[[Mir Clarence]] has posed:''' "......" Silence. Now that she was out of immediate danger, the girl couldn't help but notice that these two had some weird accents. Or maybe there was something in their voices that made them sound...warbled somehow. She wasn't from a computer savvy world, so there wasn't much other way for her to put it in her mind. "...I'm fine." The girl eventually responded, huffing a bit in annoyance for some reason. "You know, I could have just kept running. I didn't need you people to go and put yourselves into danger like that." Almost sounding like a chiding mother, despite her young appearance, she spoke onwards. "That thing could have eaten the two of you if things didn't go well! You think I want that hanging on my conscience?" Some way to thank the people who stuck their necks out for her. But she did sort of have a point. Maybe. "Whatever..." Letting out a sigh, the demihuman closed her eyes for a bit before opening them again and looking at the programs. "...You can call me Mir." upon introducing herself, she let her annoyance with their reckless actions slide and smiled. "I'm not really anyone special. Just a traveling baker." Her smile persisted and she added. "Though I'm not happy with your idiotic hero antics, I guess I should thank you. If you ever want a cake or a pie or something, I'll give you a discount." What was that? Free? Hah! As if!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Didn't feel right to see someone get eaten, you know. To be honest I have done far worse and cake?" For a moment she pauses at the mention of pie, no not 3.14, the other pie, the user pie. The stuff that tastes really good and she has to nods to her. "Sounds like a plan, I do admit Pie and cake are quite nice. Well nothing wrong with being a baker, people have to eat right?" %R She looks at Yurita and smiles. "Don't worry about it, I'll be fine. The monster should have cleared out long ago."

:'''[[Yurita]] has posed:''' Yurita hmms gently, her stomach growling lightly at the mention of food... "Didn't go well....Sorry... I didn't want to, Deelel here started it!" she rubs her arm, looking up to the one riding the chocobo.... "Oh, I've heard of those... Is that a, um.... Starts with a ch sound..." her voice didn't sound as digitized as Deelel's, but was still digitized. She looks to Deelel and shakes her head "No, if you go to get it I go.... I go either way, but still! It was my screw up..."

:'''[[Mir Clarence]] has posed:''' ".....You two are weirdos." Mir stated quite bluntly. Looking at Yurita, she then followed the program's gaze over to her chocobo. "Oh, him?" SShe asked, patting the bird's head gently. "This here's my friend. He's a chocobo. And his name is Coco." What a silly name. But the bird offered the two a happy 'kweh!' almost in greeting to the two of them. "He says he's happy to meet the two of you." Really? Yurita's stomach growl caught the girl's attention, her lengthened ears twitching at the sounds. "...When was the last time either of you ate anything?" She knew nothing about Programs, you see? She thought they were human or something. Either way, this talk of going back into that jungle and getting things was beyond her pay grade.

:'''[[Yurita]] has posed:''' Yurita hmms gently, blinking a moment.... "We're programs, this is normal for us, you understanding your chobo isn't..." she shivers then "E-ehhh..... N-need the disc to remember things..." she looks to the chocobo "Happy to meet you to Coco." she then blinks and blushes, in this world, at least she was, human, mostly.... "Well.... A long time ago..."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "I am a bit strange. Then again this world's pretty strange to the two of us to be honest." she nods to the Coco and tilts her head at the bird a bit she nods once, she's known Chocobos to be very smart creatures. She smiles and nods. "Good to meety you Coco as well and you don't have to come back with us." Deelel sighs a bit at yurita she tends to not drop the she's a program so early but whatcha going to do.

:'''[[Mir Clarence]] has posed:''' "......" Uggggh! This was frustrating! She wasn't strong enough to go waltzing back into monster infested territory. Or at least she didn't think so. So going with them was WAY out of the question. But leaving the two of them to go back in by themselves didn't sit well with her either. Mir was no action hero though. She wouldn't be saving any days or fighting off elder dragons with wyrmslayers or anything. ...But there was at least one thing she could do for them. "Hold on a second." She said plainly, hopping off Coco and landing on the ground. From there, she moved around to the cart that was being drawn. If they looked closely, they might have noticed a faint steam rising up from the top of it through some manner of chimney or funnel. Stopping around the side of it, she pulled open a small door to reveal a veritable gallery of cakes, pies, tarts, and other pastries being perpetually warmed by some sort of source. "I can't help you with fighting or anything, but..." Mir trailed off, producing a knife and pulling out a pie from the cart. She cut into it, removing two slices from it before placing them on paper plates and holding out a slice each to Deelel and Yurita. "...Here. The least I can do is give you something to keep your energy up. It's apple pie." She smiled a tad, looking vaguely apologetic. "This is all I can do for you. No charge."

:'''[[Yurita]] has posed:''' Yurita goes wide eyed as she sees the pie.... "THANK YOU!" is all but screamed as she takes the pie "Thank you thank you thank you! I owe you!" is said, before she starts eating, trying to keep it slow but failing horribly.... When she's finished she blushes.... "Thank you...." is said once more, as she hops out of the cart. "I'm gonna go get my disc.... Maybe we'll see each other on the road again?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel wasn't going to force her to go with them, but she has no issue going back. She can handle it and she wouldn't think to ask she does see something may be bothering Mir a little bit. She does halt before she's getting ready to go back in and she looks at the pie slice. She accepts it, and she'll go to start eating it there, it's pretty good. She stops eating after a moment to comment. "That's really good and thank you. I won't forget this, I'll hopefully find where your operating Mir. I think I'd enjoy being a regular customer."

:'''[[Mir Clarence]] has posed:''' "You're both welcome. Like I said, it's the least that I could do." She smiled sheepishly and pointed down the winding road leading into the distance. "I'll be around. I'm heading to Luca to sell some food before the blitzball games. If you come back in time, I might still be there." And then a shrug. "If not, then I guess we might run into each other some other time. I have a permanent shop in Goug if you're ever in the area, you might find me there too." And with that said, she turned and got back onto Coco, urging him to start moving. "Good luck you two. Sorry I couldn't do more."

Power Play: Highway Robbery

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|Date of Scene=2014/02/06
|Location=Argon City
|Synopsis=Avira Deelel and Blackbird plan to hit a shipment of supplies that contain a shipment belonging to Java. Things utterly do not go as planned.
|Cast of Characters=Avira, Deelel, Cirra Constantine, Maximilien, Blackbird, Warden Thache, Sophia Dawnshade
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:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' ACESSING ARCHIVED Data. The Grid, or Flynn OS as it's sometimes called, is a world with much in common to that of humans, there are people here, mountains, cities, even oceans, heck there's weather. Other things are utterly alien, there's no sun, no intended wildlife out here, the natives are all programs with minds of their own, hopes fears, and often fall prey to the flaws of their creators. A Program called Java is one such program his plan to get out of Purgos no matter the cost has caused a good deal or problems for the grid. Tesler the government of Argon is cracking down hard on things, both seeking the real cause of this crisis, and trying to get his hands at last on the Renegade program who many claim to be is the Legendary TRON. A young program named Mara was the first to catch on to where the power drains were coming from and got in over her head, thankfully she made some new friends who were willing to help her out of a tight spot. Again Mara has came to Deelel and Avira with an information, about a possible shipment of Java's people which would be heading down one of the main highways into Argon from one of the smaller cities on the grid. It was important the light truck would be guarded and those seeking it would have to act fast to intercept it. Before it would make it's way too deep into argon where a strike upon it would attract the Black Guard's attention. Deelel had gathered those she could to prepare to the ambush truck and likely chase it down if needed. People who'd been on the grid for the first time would have been suited up and disced in Purgos also given light cycles for todays's use. Deelel is hiding off the road right now peering out from behind a rock before pulling her head back and checking a sensors pad she's holding in her hand. "It's just about time."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' 'A shipment for Java's people' lead Avira to assume that this was another load of those unusual weapons that the Renegade and the others were exposed to in that alleyway. Things were slowly adding up between those weapons and the viral heartless monster in the power plant...unfortunately, in Avira's mind they were adding up to LEXUS LEXUS LEXUS LEXUS. Even though there's really been no real sign of the virus for a while now. Wouldn't he leave his symbol behind somewhere if he was..? Much as when she usually operates on the Grid, she's opted to keep her face-obscuring helmet down. The helmet also offers a voice distortion effect, making her harder to identify when she speaks. The only real 'tell' to her would be if she choose to use her true weapon, the unusual-looking Spine, over the identity disc on her back. In today's case, which was an outright heist, she'd be trying to avoid that as much as possible. Avira stands with her arms folded across her chest, peering over at the pad Deelel has in her hand. One of her own hands remains firmly gripped around a short baton-a light cycle in its inert form. "So where do we take these things once we intercept them, again?" Avira's on the lookout, but not for their quarry. She's actually a lot more worried about Tessler's forces here.

:'''[[Sophia Dawnshade]] has posed:''' Sophia Dawnshade found herself wandering around an unfamiliar landscape, wondering how the hell she ended up here. It was confusing enough getting used to a new world without getting lost in the passages between, and then she had the misfortune of running into a strange scientist, who had thought to test some sort of beam thing on her. Now she had turned up in some completely different place, confused as to what exactly was going on. The gear she had been given on arrival didn't exactly clarify anything, as there hadn't been anything like that where she was from. Communications began coming through the helmet she had been given, and, failing any other ways to properly orient herself as to what to do, she listened for instructions, hoping that maybe they would lead her to someone who had more of a clue what they were doing.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' The Grid. Its existance is a metaphyiscal nightmare, but explotation of it's unique properties could allow a person from the real world to gain unimaginable power. Power over enemies, power over politics. Power to restore a nation's people after an almost fatal blow. It wasn't easy getting into The Grid. It involved paying some people off, but it worked. Now on The Grid, the woman walked down the lighttrain's cars in the regulation program outfit. That is to say tight black pseudo-leather miniskirt, thigh high boots and a top in the same material that coems all the way down her arms in gloves. The lines down the sides of the gloves, boots and across her chest glow a dim red color as the helmet provided by Tessler's 'ambassador' covers her face. The long white hair might be a deadgive away to her identity, but this is The Grid. People in here have freaking neon green hair. Regardless, Cirra Constantine rests her hand on the glowing weapon at her side. She's not sure how to use the Rod primative effectively, so hopefully this will be a quiet trip.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' Meanwhile... A slight bit further down the road... In a compleatly different ditch and behind comepleaty different cover from the odd mix of heroes waiting for the shipment... "Explain to me again why we are here boss?" Spook's bright voice is kept low as he peers over the edge of his disk. The edges of his fur tinged in blues as he looks down the road where the vehichles should be coming. Filling the ditch and behind cover is a gaggle of...well...pirates. Their colors tinged in greens and yellows the group huddle in the unfamilar surroundings, quietly making fun of each others colors and poking at weapons and their rather unique clothes. Marveling how they all seem quite human in this. Its...odd it is. "Spooks, what are we?" The Captain himself murmurs as he sits, entirely relaxed as he rests his head back against the 'ground'. "Er...pirates sir." "Exactly. To expand our operations I've decided we need a ship that works /here/. To get said ship, what do we need?" "Ooooh..." The winged racoon taps the side of his snout. "...weapons." The captain grins, the action somehow still entirely feline even on his human face. "Exactly." He almost purrs as he tilts his tricorn over his eyes, settling in for a nap. "Now. Wake me when the shipment gets here." ...and no. He has /no/ idea a group is planning a similar heist. But if he did? He wouldn't change his plans one whit.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Maximilian Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne. Better-known as Phantom Thief M.A.R.S., Max is a shadow on the fringes of society, a man who declared that he would steal every treasure every world had to offer and promptly became a thorn in the side of every political entity everywhere. Phantom Thief M.A.R.S. is the mysterious invader, the man who has pulled off impossible heists for what appears to be only his own sake. Behind the mask of M.A.R.S., however, is a thoroughly uncertain man. Paralyzed by indecision and guilt, Max is a man whose private thoughts are known only to a very priviledged (or unfortunate) few - among them the lady judge he calls his love, Cirra Constantine. It probably isn't difficult to tell what he's thinking now for anybody, though, since he's elected to follow behind her as she walks. It's not often...but some days, Max just *enjoys* being Max. Max is dressed in his usual tuxedo-and-cape attire, though it is heavily, heavily digitized. It is also fabulous beyond reckoning, shimmering and shining like something out of an 80s music video, with shiny gold lines dancing all over him with every step. He also has a mask over his face, which is a rarity for Max, and his hair is similarly a brilliant gold color. He's only wearing a disguise to avoid blowing Cirra's cover, of course. "We never go anywhere nice anymore," Max radios her playfully, "This is such a nice change of pace, ma chere, non?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks over to Avira for a moment nodding once as a ping sounds on the pad she has, she can't aruge with Avira's thoughts about LEXUS having a hand in things here. Who else could with a heartless connection? There were no other viri or program she knew of with the Shadow Lords or connected that hard to the darkness. She's got her own helmet up, after all they don't need to be IDed too easily right? She checks the pad once more and puts it away noting. "It's time to get ready and go, As for thing we'll have to see what it is. If it's something we can use we take what we can, or take it for Mara to get a look at. Failing that I have light grenades to blow it, to deny them their use." Down the highway is a truck much like a tractor trailer tuck from worlds like Manhattan or the world Flynn was from. Well save it was made by program and it's barrelling along the highway it's not alone a formation of light cycles are running escort with it attempting to pose as normal traffic but there's a bit too much organization for that, if one's to pay attention. Deelel and friend are unaware of Warden and his own plan for the truck. Deelel's cycle takes off following after the convoy and ho<================================> - <X3 - <=================================> - A FORCE OF DARKNESS HAS ARRIVED - - - - - - PREPARE FOR BATTLE - <================================> - <X3 - <=================================>

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "I'd be more comfortable with destroying it." Avira supplies. "If CLU's troops see us using those things, we'll get lumped in along with those other criminals. They probably already think we're in with the Renegade. ...if we're being watched at least..." She doesn't think Mara would sell them out. But what if someone else saw? Unwinding her arms, Avira holds the baton out and a light cycle rezzes into existence around her. In short order, a second 'someone' joins the first 'someone' in pursuing the truck. In pursuit she reflects on the fact that this'll be the second robbery she's pulled this month. Troubling...?

:'''[[Sophia Dawnshade]] has posed:''' Following the trail of the various things she overhears, Sophia makes her way toward what sounds like the source of what's going on. She hasn't a clue about the truth of the matter, what with the jargon specific to this world being unfamiliar to her, but it's better than wandering around hopelessly. She does figure out how one makes the light cycle soon enough, which helps her progress toward the source of the matter, but there's still the matter of what she'll find when she gets there...

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' "Cap'n, convy is comin'," Spook's sharp eyes pick up the truck coming down the road. A russle of anticipation goes though the little group of men hiding there, a smirk is earned from the captain as he sits up slowly. "Alright boys, lets get ready to welcome them...ready on the lin--" "Cap'n!" Spooks sounds postivily affronted as he intrupted the not-cat for a moment. "Looks like someone is tryin' ta hijack our hijackin'!" Warden blinks once, twice, then lets out a short bark of laughter. "I'll bet my week's rum ration its Lady Wolf and Lady Brightstaff come to try to do the right things! What say you lads? Do we let the 'heroes' have all the fun and run off to do the 'right' thing with our weapons?!" "No!!" Comes the shout from the pirates as Warden stands. Down the road, in front of the speeding truck, gleaming golden energy ropes suddenly fling out from hiding. They latch across the road to preprepared rubble before the pirates just pull them down in the path of the speeding trailer truck. ...yup. Subtlty? Whats that. Be glad he didn't just blow things up from the get-go.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' "You didn't have to come with me." Cirra radios back to Max. "This is Archades business." She says simply. She may have let herself have a relationship with Max, but that doesn't mean she mixes her personal and professional life. She sighs a little, it's like her relationship with Max is her personal trial sometimes. "You can g-" SCREEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAACH The Convoy suddenly lurches. Cirra grabs the nearest hand hold and braces herself as the debris clog the lightway, bringing the vehicle to a stop. "Go out and see what the hell that was." She says in her clipped tone, and does exactly that, running out to the side of the transport and opening a door to hang out by one hand to see just whats going on. Her white hair billowing in the wind as she frowns. She reaches for the rod primative at her side, but stops. She still hasn't practiced with the thing.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "I did not have to. But I wanted to," Max leaves it at that, because about that moment she's cut off by the screeeaaaach. Max doesn't grab anything - his balance is, as always, perfect. He does reach his hand out to grab her waist and stabilize her, though. "As you command, Lady Ambassador," Max replies solemnly as he falls into character. He holds his hand over his chest in a salute, then disappears out the door, a grin on his face behind the emotionless golden mask. Sure, he might be a trying guy to be in a relationship with, but at least they kept each others' lives interesting. Interesting was good. Max could only imagine them as an old couple. Of course, that lead to an entirely different chain of guilt, and right now, Max actually had a job to do. Max makes his way onto the top of the moving transport, flat on his stomach in order to see and not be seen. Despite the glittering gold and shining silver suit, he's actually exceptionally hard to see, given the way he's positioned himself and his general skill at hiding. There's a reason he's called a Phantom thief, and it isn't just because he has a big ego. "Troops of some sort," Max radios Cirra. "Using light cycles. I will not fight, but I can perhaps get the convoy moving, if you are willing to indulge in a madman's plan and trust me, my lo...Lady Ambassador."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Right, but let's see what it is first either way lets do this." Deelel's bike would be seen first heading for the them one of the out rider calls it in and several of the cycles fall back their discs are pulled off their backs and come on line humming to live as they notice the inbound raiders. They start to launch the discs for the two bikes tailing them. Clearly they are taking no chances not after what happened to the last crew who got jumped. One is speeding past Sophia and perhaps by luck or fate she becomes a target they can't take any chances. Then Spooks and his side kick Warden happens, the truck is forced to swerve and come to a halt to avoid hitting the road block ahead. One biker isn't so lucky and goes flying off his cycle which is now a pile of cubes on the road, the program is just out of it on the roadway flat on her face. The others are barking orders over their personal comms. Things are going to the recycle bin real damn fast. Cirra would see out of the back there's a pair of cycles running differ coloured lines barrelling down the highway and engaging the other bikes in a fight, clearly someone's after the cargo in all likely hood. Deelel's own disc is already being launched at some of the bikers while others are opnng up the driver barks out "Of all the Null united... you know he'll have our necks if we don't make it with this cargo! Cube the bandits!" the Programs continue the assault on those who have ambushed the convoy making use of discs for now, and some start arming their cycles

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Insert Quarter. Blackbird sat waiting on a lightcycle ahead of the convoy. As her helmet was raised nobody would recognize her even if she happened on anyone in-system that she knew, which wasn't likely the case. HEr gloved hands worked the handlebars of her cycle as she waited. "This is a bad idea." She grumbled while watching the Convoy slowed. Sure to anyone looking she looked like a random medical program that belonged here, but what would any program be doing way out here? Really? The lines of her suit flaired bright as she gave the bike energy and headed towards her target.. When she got closer and saw tankers along with a defending screen of lightcycles she frowned. "Definately a bad idea." Deep breath to gather her concentration. Magic, she'd hoped, would be enough of a novelty to give her a chance at surviving the idiocy she was about ot engadge in. Anything capible of detecting energy would see a suggen upswell at her position and from no aparent single source. Just a single bright flare. Her left hand let go of the handlebars and stretched out overhead as a vollyball sized globe of electricity started forming. Energy arched along her arm, the road, and even her bike. "Alright let's hope this works." And Release.." Power arched out towards the defending bikes. At her range it wouldn't be much more than a blip on any single target, but she was having to do complex (for her) spellwork at highway speeds. Plus she was only intending on getting hteir attention, distract so the real hammerblow could come down from others.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' The other bikers take notice right away, giving credence to the previous assumption that they were with the convoy. Avira reaches behind her back and...pulls off the Identity Disc. Vaguely aware of how to use one in a fight, she does know that when thrown it WILL come back to her. The same can't be said about the Spine, which would be a close-range weapon anyway. Then, there are flashes of gold up ahead from the trap sprung by Warden. At first Avira doesn't want to believe what she's seeing because...well she thinks she recognizes those glowing gold energy ropes. This is an observation she will never, ever, ever voice because she can already picture how everyone is going to tease her about it. One of the Riders throws their disc at her. From what he could tell, it was a direct hit, but Avira did not immediately turn into cubes. Clearly she's a much more durable program than that, right? In fact, it's hard to tell if she's actually damaged-mostly because someone would have to be right up next to her to see that wound. "We're running out of room to ride!" Avira points out to Deelel due to the Warden-produced roadblock up ahead. Meanwhile, with her own disc, she launches a return shot at the offending program.

:'''[[Sophia Dawnshade]] has posed:''' Sophia Dawnshade has more or less caught up with the action by now, whether or not she originally intended to get involved in what the incident actually was or not. Context is slowly seeping into her mind through inferrence of what she can see and hear, but she still hesitates to act on either side's behalf, not sure who's in the right. Nonetheless, a slight shadowy aura does start rising from her body. Intention to intervene or no, it's not a bright idea to get involved in a scenario like this without prior preparation. She keeps a reasonable distance, keeping pace with the caravan enough to witness the action, but not trying to close the gap.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' "Its stopped boys! Have at em!" Warden's voice rings out from the ditch. What emerges? Totaly. Not. Programs. Oh they look like programs, and they move like programs. However Programs? They don't usually wave weapons that look like cutlass and flintlocks as they make for the truck. They don't usually roar. They don't say 'aye' and 'matey' and 'where is the rum gone?!' So yes. Totally pirates. Leading that charge is a familiar figure to some, racoon on his shoulder and a vicious smile on his face, Warden heads streight for that truck. And some of his men pay for it as disks arc in. Ah well. It happens. "Don't let em get it started again boys! We don't have that much time!" He calls as they swarm forwards, fireing as they go.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Max has a plan. His plans are usually awful in someway. Cirra has no other choice. "Do it." Cirra grasps the rod primative from her side and extends it into a staff as she swings it around in her hand, catching the edge under the chin of one light cycle rider. She's not sure who's said they're on, but it's not her's. The staff is flipped up over her shoulder and one end opens, giving a brief fizzle and launching a bolt of energy at one of the pirate riders trying to make things even worse for the convoy.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' 'Do it'. Max's face splits into a grin as Cirra gives him the go-ahead. He enjoys this far too much. Max stands up and levels his finger at the pirates. His cape billows a bit as he draws a shimmering golden rose out of his jacket - a rose made of bits and bytes, its stem shimmering green data, its petals glorious golden lines - unfilled, wireframe lines. Max brings the rose up to his mask and pauses there, his voice heavily modulated. "I'm afraid, foul curs, that this transport is under the protective administration of the Lady Ambassador. As her consort and personal firewall, I cannot allow such lower programs as you to take it. Such a dishonor would tarnish her beautiful record, and in doing so, her beautiful code...and as her firewall, I will not permit such a thing! I am GARDEN - and I declare this transport to be under my protection!" Max holds the rose up, and it shatters, sprinkling across the truck. The stem turns into a long blade, which he then levels back at the pirates, as if daring them to come up. He radios the driver and Cirra. "Drive. Drive now. I have put a spell of Antigravity upon the truck. Take it off the cliff, while I can keep the spell going - I do not know how long. Mere microseconds at best." 'GARDEN' takes a stance.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Blackbird makes quite the impression as she engaged into combat with the guards they catch sight of her and are already moving to engage however her strikes are serving well to distracted them for the most part as everything is just going crazy. It wasn't just one ambush, is was two. Not that they would know that heck they think it's one organized insanely planed out effort on the part of the attackers. Deelel does not fair o well she's caught by a disc and sent spinning on her bike. Deelel recovers but it's trailing voxels and Deelel may have been hit as well. Warden's presence is quite a bit of a surprise as she calls back. "Then we may have to go it on foot! They won't have much space either!" Deelel derezzes here bike now and drops into a roll throwing her disc in an attempt for it to rebound off two o the biker who have /not/ ditched their bikes few have and one shockingly has a guard's light staff which may or may not be functional. "So you programs again? Your going to get cubed this time!" The one with the staff backs while Sophia meanwhile has attacker the attention of others the aura seems to have been noticed and there's several discs flying at her, keeping up shouldn't be hard as thanks to Warden he's managed to /stop/ the convoy from moving much. Warden meanwhile has stopped the convoy and they are in in for quite a fight as Warden and his men gets into the fight full bore. Several go down, others do to and the guards are wondering who the heck these programs are. Things have been getting strange this cycle on the grid and it just keeps getting worse. Cirra gets one for the convoy guards however it may be for the best, that program will likely live to see tomorrow after being forced into shutdown for the moment from the hit. Now what to do about a Phantom Thief? The Phantom Thief barks to the driver about the whole affair the Driver looks at them and says "... I'm not even going to ask about what sort of run time that is." The Truck is starting to move again in an attempt to get out of there. While the guard with the staff moves to attack and several others are making actions to continue their disc assault. "Keep them from following the truck!"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira, shockingly bad at the identity disc fighting thing. She doesn't even manage to hit! "Got it!" Avira calls out, suddenly tipping the light cycle on its side and derezzing it as it slides along with her on it. Poor Mara would flip a bit at such flagrant light cycle abuse if she saw it. The momentum is used to her advantage to slide under a pair of discs thrown at her. Ahead where the convoy had stopped, she sees Warden's men rush in to engage the Programs. She can't help but feel that this time, he's /probably/ not here to be beneficial. Well. Beneficial in the long run aside from stealing these alleged weapons away from their intended recipents. Seeing the extremely flamboyant Program proclaiming defense of the convoy gives Avira pause. She knows that 'Program'. She does not identify him for multiple reasons to include why she herself has elected to remain masked. As the truck starts to move again, Avira actually ignores the other Programs defending and tries to make a mad dash for the convoy, aiming to latch onto it before it can do something crazy like hop the road.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' "FOLLOW THAT TRUCK!" Warden calls, laughter in his voice. "Sir. Its going over a cliff..." Spooks helpfully points out. "...oh. Yes. Well then. I'll follow that truck. You keep the guards busy." He grins again, and Spooks knows quite well that would be the singnal to hang on for dear life. The man moves, dashing forward and across the interveneing space as he closes the distance between truck and him. His men whoop for the Captain even as the pile into whatever guards are left. Oh the sees the energy blast from the Judge, but one flickery golden energy saber deflects it harmlessly away. He half bows once, eyes dancing with amusement before lashing one hand forwards. Not towards her. Towards the truck. Golden ropes lash out to wrap around the anti-gravity vehice as Warden hitches himself a ride. Reeling himself in as he takes pot-shots at any of the remaining guards. And. Just because. He throws his other arm out, reeling out a golden line to trail behind the truck. Just in case any wolves or other na'er do wells want to come along for the ride. "Pardon me my dear!" He calls towards Cirra. "But I have an appointement with the weapons! I have to say that I do like your love up there!" He points at Max. "He's got /style/." Warden appriciates Style.

:'''[[Sophia Dawnshade]] has posed:''' So much for being an observer. Bracing herself for the incoming discs, Sophia doesn't so much try to evade as try not to let the impact shake her off course. The effectiveness of such a tactic is... questionable, as the discs hit hard and leave a rather nasty bruise or two, but the bruises begin clearing up shortly after. Something that simple will not deter her. She wasn't sure before, but now it's merely a matter of self-defense. Revving her light cycle to close the gap, she takes one hand off the bar, the other one sketching sigils in the air, distortions trailing behind a series of purple-black shockwaves-slash-energy blasts aimed at those who attacked her. That was rude of them.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra turns to look up at Max "..." That is all the comment she gives for now as there are a great many other things that require her attention other then her /completly bonkers boyfriend/ hamming it up for the audiance and putting on a show. Sigh, control of her life has escaped her. When Warden tries to lasso his way on the transport and pull himself up she looks down at him. "You think so? If you'd like to have him, I'm afraid he's rather perticular about these sort of things." She reaches over her back and holds the chakram like identity disc, looking the edged ring over once before whipping her arm out and letting the weapon sail through the air to try and cut through Warden or his energy line.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Hm. That's problematic. Programs usually aren't that daring, and Max/'GARDEN' can't spare the attention to stop Warden. With the entire truck under his Antigrav, Max simply cannot afford to break concentration, or everybody on it will probably de-res. And, well, since 'everybody on it' includes Max and Cirra, there's no way he's willing to let that happen. Besides which, Max learned a very long time ago that Cirra Constantine is not a shirking-violet who needs protection. He can trust her to take care of herself. Heck, she's better at fighting than he is by a wide, wide margin, and she knows it. Instead, Max does what Max does best. He improvises. 'GARDEN's hand disappears into his pocket. "In the filename of my Lady I shall not disappoint her in my duty! For her, I would give of my sprite - what have you, pirated software, that is so important to you? What have you to fight for, besides yourselves?" He flicks his wrist outwards suddenly, drawing his cloak around him. Small, round, green balls fall from the cloak onto the highway. It's timed almost perfectly to Max talking about going to a ball on the radio. He's clearly enjoying himself. Tink, tink, tink. Bombs! The bombs erupt as Max redoubles his focus on the Antigrav spell. They aren't an attack - a distraction, yes, but not an attack. No, they're meant to dislodge the truck completely, to send the whole thing tumbling over the side and force the people hanging from the truck to make a choice - go over with it, or save themselves. Okay. Cirra might be right. Max might be a crazy person. But you don't get to be a Phantom Thief as a paragon of sanity.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Blackbird has drawn some of the guards off into chasing her further down the highway, she'll meet up with he allies later. Deelel on the other hand is not having so much luck here as she's coming under assault once more but they are not able to catch Deelel once she's on foot. She's now trying to make for the the convoy but it seems something else is going on. Warden's assault team is noticed and she can't help but cringe this was getting complicated. very much complicated. Deelel pulls her own staff which extends as she moves to vault o0ver one guard's cycle and smack the front wheel as she does so sending them into a spin. The fight between Warden and Cirra is left alone by the guards who will let her do her thing. Sophia however has caught the noticed and scored some good hits in and another guard goes down at the strange attacks from Sophia. Deelel manages to just double take at GARDEN for a moment, but she's too busy in the fight for the moment as another guard is on her and she strike out with her disc. The remaining guards are redoubling their efforts against the attackers a one tries to bring a light cycle and side swipe Warden in an attempt to support Cirra, while the others make due with their discs and the staff user is now making to manipulate the highway causing portions to sink into the ground trying to make a /pit/. Then comes Max's bombs which make everything more complicated for everyone making the truck harder to follow.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' "Oh no no, I couldn't break up two such star-crossed lovers..." Warden pauses. "...programs." He corrects, the sarcasm and amusement dripping from every letter there. "Heavens forbid. He is all yours lady Jud--OOPH!" Cirra's disk snaps his line and the man is forced to abort banter to attempt to maintain at least some kind of grip on the truck itself. Thankfully he has anti-gravity boots to help with that. He's a pirate. He cheats. To Max though the pirate grins as he tenactionsly grips the side of the truck. "Well mate!" He cheerfully calls up. "I like to think I'm worth fightin' for!" His accent making the words sharp as he pulls out one of his energy sabers, reversing the weapon to stab /though/ the side of the truck. Obviously trying to cut his way in. Mostly to get out of the line of fire of all the other protective programs around. Not It might save /him/ from some fire, but not before he's bounced against the side of the truck by a lightcycle. Now he's annoyed. "Fine then. We'll play that way." His hand whips out, more of his energy coils unspooling from the device on his wrist. With that? He intends to grab the offending lightcycle and simply send it flying, possibily into the side of the bloody truck. While he finishing cutting his way inside. Because he came here for a reason goddamit. He will get his toys!!! As for staying with the truck or bailing out over a fear of heights? Well he told Avira once that he only fears one thing. Heights? Not one of them. Sorry max. He's going over with the ship. ...er...truck.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "You are daring, Junk Code!" 'GARDEN' observes as Warden chooses to hang on to the truck instead of releasing himself and staying safe. "To challenge not only the unbeatable Lady Ambassador, but her consort, and gravity itself! I will give you some applause - but that is all I will give you! Most certainly..." Max draws his shining golden cape around himself. "I shall not give you a free ride!" He grabs another wireframe rose out of thin air and kills the Anti-Grav in mid-plummet as Warden goes for the trailer. Cirra is probably going to kill him six ways to Sunday. At the very least, he's going to be paying for this kind of recklessness for a very long time to come. On the flip side... On the flip side, well, he's already preparing to recast it. So it's not like they're in any danger! Well. Any *more* danger. Than they already were. From falling off a cliff. Because of his plan. ...hm.

:'''[[Sophia Dawnshade]] has posed:''' Oh, that was rude. She's just acting in self-defense, and now the discs and staff blows are coming more furiously. She's still slowly recovering, but slowly isn't going to cut it here. She just wanted to watch, but they had to piss her off by attacking her first. So be it. Regaining control of her light cycle to keep it from tipping at the wrong time, she lines it up cleanly to weave around the potholes at least for a little while. Taking both hands off the bar in a dangerous stunt, three large sigils carve themselves in the air around her, top, left, and right, before spitting forth a vicious array of projectiles, strafing the area where her attackers were. HOW. DARE. THEY.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' For a brief moment, Avira glares a few daggers at the back of Warden shortly after grabbing ahold of the back of the convoy. She ignores him for now and tries to scale her way onto the the top of the truck. Unfortunately, she seems to be having significant trouble doing that with a moving vehicle. Then Max starts chucking bombs behind the transport. They explode, launching Avira over the truck like a ragodoll. As she sails overhead, she sees both Max and Cirra, though 'disguised' as they are right now. Was Cirra in...CLU colors there? Troublesome. Her current trajectory doesn't give her much option to engage and she realizes this halfway over the truck. She's going to overshoot it. Unless she cheats that is-which she does in short order with a bit of air magic that 'spikes' her back down onto the truck, rather than missing it entirely. She falls roughly against the far end and clings to it tightly for a few seconds before she forces herself to stand. "At this rate, Dee, they're going to destroy the cargo for us." Avira intones, turning to face Max and Cirra at last. "Sorry you two but we're here to /interdict with extreme prejudice/." Avira produces a small circular object that she affixes to the front of the convoy. It starts to beep and flash and Avira moves away from it pretty quickly, running down the length of the convoy. Certainly not a good sign.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' ID disk chakram returns to Cirra's hand and she looks it over once before slidding it away on her back. She looks at Warden as he cuts into the truck. "You can have them when y-" Suddenly the truck starts falling faster and she turns to look up at Max with a scowl. The hell does he think he's doing?! Cirra just swings out of the door on the side of the truck and grabs a handhold, pulling herself along by sheer grip strength. She pulls open the driver's door and grabs the hapless driver program and slings him over her shoulder. "We're leaving." she says sternly to Max./GARDEN. THEn she just goddamn jumps off the truck and grabs the nearby cliff face.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max sighs and nods. Then he sort of...side-steps in mid-air in a complete and blatant violation of the laws of physics, in order to grab the ledge next to Cirra. He hangs there for a moment. "It *was* a /fine/ plan," he points out after a moment.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' "That is /Captain/ Junk Code to you, Poncy Mask!" Warden shouts back towards Max as he finally manages to cut his way into the trailer to see the weapons. Unfortunatly he finds the oldest of his foes has returned as the truck starts arcing ever so ungracefully downward. "...Neptune's Beard...whell that changes things..." He grabs the nearest crate he can carry, lashing it to himself with a line of his energy rope before leaping back /out/ the hole he just came /in/. Just with a crate of weapons in tow. "Well if it helps," The pirate calls, defing the laws of physics in his own way by walk/running away in thin air. "I liked the plan!" This likely does not help. Warden doesn't really care. He just wants out before the angry Judge Lady punches him again.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "See?" Max points out smugly, "/He/ liked the plan." He's still wearing the mask, but he's pretty sure Cirra can sense his smirk through it.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra just stares at Max balefully though her helmet's visor. "I'm not talking to you." she starts pulling herself up the cliff face with the driver over her shoulder. "Not until that footrub at the very least."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "A small price to pay," Max observes cheerfully as he hauls himself up, "A small price to pay indeed."

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' "HOLD OUT FOR CANDLELIT DINNER!" Comes Warden's helpful call as he float further away from the pair climbing the cliff.

:'''[[Sophia Dawnshade]] has posed:''' After confirming that various things have stopped trying to hurt her, Sophia dispels the light cycle, tumbling a little uncomfortably before skidding to a halt. No matter, she'll be fine in a minute or two. Making her way over to the cliff, she peers down at the duo clinging on, before calling down, "Do you need some help?" A total 180 from her previous demeanor, but... surely there's a reason.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "No, thank you," Max replies politely to Sophia. "I appreciate the assistance, however."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' People are trying to get into the truck, people are trying to explode it. The drive is having a very bad day, a very bad day indeed. The highway's got such a hole in it that Argon city is going to have to deal with it one way or another later. Warden meanwhile is successful in his crazy stunt and the bike's send flying. All the while Avira has been preparing explosive plan for things. Deelel replies over the comm. "Tell me about it, looks like we're not the only one running a trace-route for such things." The light grenade is placed, there should be time to do something with it the driver shifts and slams on the breaks trying to toss people free. Avira is sent flying and perhaps Warden as well. Deelel's broken off from attacking to catch Avira. The back door swings open and some of the cargo is lot but the truck is well doomed at this point Warden's on his own to get off. The cargo has spilt out on to ground before it went over as for the driver? He's popping a chute and getting the hell out. He's done. What's in the crates? Who knows Deelel with Avira in tow.

The Swarm

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Zanarkand

Montag often was sent to recon the ruins for signs of things that were of use, but also to keep an eye on the monster infested hell hole, there might be a use for it with the Shinra. Which cared little about a bunch of backwards Luddites view of it. He was high in the remains of an old tower but what he'd been observing was madness heartless, fiends, sin spawn it was going insane even more shocking?

The local monster life was fighting the heartless. Montag had been picking some off with his rifle but there was no end of them, it was just like that day with the Wutai assault the fall of his world. Was it going to happen again? Then came the sounds of things on the stair well he'd put in for an extraction reporting extra ordinary levels of monsters in the region and heartless to boot, and there was gun fire from the other squad member lower down. Where the hell was the choppers?! He called for an evac, from this location.

"SIR THEY ARE SWARMING UP THE STAIRWELLS"

"Barricade status?"

Montag readied a flare which was fired up, a bright light against the tides of darkness on the ground it let him see down in the ruins, it was a sea of the creatures below the shots kept coming.

"About to fail!"

"Drop charges and get to the roof if we have to make a stand their the stairwell will force them into a kill zone, leave the grunt drones to buy you time!"

"Yes sir!"

Montag readies his machine-gun, in a situation like this his sniper rifle would be all but useless the remaining members of his squad charged up the stairs diving for cover as they reached the roof and they fell in, some taking time to reload, one moving to try and bandage a fresh wound while he had the time to do so.

"Here they come!"

Montag and the other Shinsecs opened fire, as the creatures came up the stairs shells went flying every where and the sounds of fun fire echoed but were perhaps almost downed out by the tide but then something appeared a black helicopter bearing the Shinra logo.

"SHINSECS WE ARE LEAVING!"

The four of them dratted for the edge of the roof top as the another Shinsec on boar the chopper brought a heavy machine-gun to bear to give them cover, one by one they made the dive for the chopper as the swarm kept coming heedless of it's own losses. It wasn't long before Montag was the last one and he made his sprint firing wildly as he moved for the chopper but the chopper was now coming under attack it was starting to pull out.

"LEITUNATE MOVE You got to jump!"

Montag broke into a run for the now hovering chopper and leaps within rolling inside. He turned and looked as the roof top had become a sea of blankness save the yellow eyes, as the chopper was flying away. Montag gets on his mic and sends a signal.

"Command this is Lt Montag, extraction successful, I have the data and it's not good. The Heartless are swarming in numbers like we not seen since the day our world fell."

A more detailed report would follow, but hell had come once more. The Heartless and whatever manipulated was coming once more.

BGM Starcraft 2 Wings of Liberty OST - Escape from Mar Sara
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Just a Bar Rumor

2014-02-04T09:47:45Z

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|Location=Traverse Town - Cloud Nine - First Floor
|Synopsis=Montag goes out for a drink with a friend to talk about the madness of his last hunting trip. What he gets is an encounter with Ramza as he tells the tale.
|Cast of Characters=Montag, Ramza Beoulve
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:'''[[Montag]] has posed:''' Montag's pulled in to the Cloud Nine for some R&R, he's had a long month of paper work and trying to dodge a certain pair of researchers. Also there was that crazy time he tries to take some time off to hunt. Things had just gone down hill from there, he was sitting at the bar with another Shinra trooper both had their helmets off but the rest of their uniforms were still on. "So I?m not kidding I got pulled through a magic door into another set of woods with some cat man, and some others and there was this crazy hunt going on. Wyld hunt I think it was called and there was this guy who kinda reminded me of Hojo too." the other Shinsec looks at Montag for a moment and frowns. "Old man, your getting too old for this, you sure you ain't seeing things." "Hey, there are walking talking animals in the world now. Also those chipmunks who sell ship parts." the other down his entire drink in one gulp. "I know Morgan. I'd like the world to make sense again." "Then there was this lady in a mask, and well that's when things got really crazy."

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' When the Zodiac Braves visit Traverse Town, they don't move in as a large group, they instead trickle in, in smaller units. That's what's happened tonight, and the Cloud Nine already had several of them sprinkled about, enjoying the repast of the evening. It was only at this point that the blonde-haired heretic leader entered with one gloved hand against the door, removing a cowled white cloak as he entered, and hanging it up on a hangar. Several booted footsteps inside, and a few of the bars patrons were looking up at him already, before returning to what they were doing. Instead he moved to the counter, removing one of the mesh gauntlets, as he motioned to the bartender, and ordered, with a completely serious face, such that it might have been chiseled out of stone, "Milk, please, Madame." For a young man with the appearance of a hardened campaigner, he certainly didn't drink any of the harder stuff! Settling down on the stool, he removed the other gauntlet, setting it down in front of him. All the while listening idly to the other people at the bar, "Enjoying your leave, good Sers?" The glass of milk is brought to him, and he takes a long sip, before looking sidelong at him. It wasn't really his business, he wasn't really seeking anything out other than an evening of fine conversation with relatively decent sorts. 

:'''[[Montag]] has posed:''' Montag contiunes to look over his drink for a moment unaware of the Zodiac Braves being here, he contiunes chatting with his friend. Just trying to get this madness out of his system. How does he keep runing into things like this? "So ya the chick with the mask was getting talked to by that guy who was giving me the Hojo vibe kept tarking about the some personal stuff with her. Not sure what was up with that but he was offering stuff that looked like the darkness." The other shinsec tilts his head "Ya it's like when R&D comes runing, you find a reason to not be there. So what happened with her?" He tshakes his ehad "I tried to warn her about it." That's when the young man shows up and he looks over to Ramza. "Got some time off, trying to forget what I saw on my off time of all things. You'd think it be what I saw on the job with the details I pull."

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' There were a lot of women with masks in the World of Ruin, so the statement didn't immediately set Ramza on edge. Instead he found himself just listening in, idly sipping his milk. "Sounds like a dire tale, ser." He tips back his glass again, wiping away at his mouth. "I see. Understandable, we all need time to unwind.. and forget." Considering matters, as he raps his fingers lightly on the bar in an even cadence, he asks, "So what happened next?" 

:'''[[Montag]] has posed:''' Montag says "It doesn't end there, no and ya I got a feeling it will be dire." Ht takes anotehr sip of his drink and turns back to Ramza for a moment and his friend. "Well she seemed trouble and it got to the point she was going to accepe the darkness or whatever. Look where I work accepting offers of freebies for power or cash tends to be an unhealthy idea and she didn't listen. She said she'd pay any price."

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Ramza Beoulve's lips became a thin line, as he shakes his head, merely taking another sip, then putting down the mug. "It's always a sad tale when someone becomes desperate enough to give up anything for what they want." Tapping his foot idly in tune with what the Juke box was playing, he considered, "You were wise to tell her such, Ser. Was she a friend of yours?" 

:'''[[Montag]] has posed:''' Montag says "No I didn't know her, just didn't think it was a good idea, blonde lady, wore a mask I think she had a sword. As I said she was all I'd pay any price, right? Then she joined up with this Wyld hunt we'd been running from and it was join them to hunt a boar or I think it was or be next on the hunt menu. So I joined the hunt and booked it soon as they got busy with the bacon after it was dead."

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' There's a faint pause at that, but Ramza was a very composed individual after all he'd been through. Instead he looks down at his glass of milk long and hard, and then finally raises it to his lips, "Another, if you please Madame." And then he swivels to look Montag's way, "I see, and what was her name again, Ser, if you remember it?" 

:'''[[Montag]] has posed:''' Montag thinks for a moment "Maybe I can't recall it right now. The mask she had was pretty ornate didn't look like something you'd get out of a cheap prop shop for sure. Didn't stick around long, when you lasted as long as I have in my line of work? You learn to get of dodge when someone goes doth thou deisre the power. It's just something I learned from watching people who have said yes. Like the AVALANCHE's Ravens." The othe trooper takes a new drinks and works on downing it. "Those thing weren't even human, I think Professor Hojo could be argued to be more still than those, things."

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Ramza Beoulve doesn't say anything on that. He's faced war on a grand scale. He's buried friends. He's had others turn their back on him. He calmly pays the barmaid, offering a decent tip. "Thank you for your fine company, Ser." Finishing off the last of the milk, he then gets up, and walks out of the bar. And then, and only then does he start calling up people on the radio.

:'''[[Montag]] has posed:''' Montag has also faced war too but not on the scale Ramza does he looks over to Ramza and adds before he departs. "You seem to be a good kid, I suggest you keep out of stuff like that. It will eat you alive, either your soul or your life." Montag goes back to his drink.

To the Grid

2014-02-02T01:30:37Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2014/01/31
|Location=Argon Park
|Synopsis=Deelel made a promise to Valencia to show her what her world was like. She keeps it and heads down to the Argon Park for a little chat and game time. Where they run into an old friend of Deelel's by the name of Yurita.
|Cast of Characters=Deelel, Yurita, Valencia
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel had made a promise to Valencia to show her more about where she's from. When Deelel had thought about it, the best way would be to take her to the Grid. It could be risky, but she also had to check in on somethings there later. Soon Valencia would have found herself in the basement of the Arcade that Deelel, Tron and sometimes Beck lived out of. There was a laser in a hidden room and Deelel had told her to stand infront of it as this was the way in. "Now once your in, wait for me I'll be there shortly after you are." So long as there wasn't an issue, Val would find her self struck by a laser. The world would black out for a bit ansd she'd find herself in a very strance looking copy of the room she was in. Deelel would follow her shortly semeingly being built up cube by cube as it where. "Well then..."

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "...What in the world?.." Valencia asks as she looks around. "Everything seems to have a sort of... Visible structure to it." as she slowly walks up to the nearby terrain and structure of the room, cautiously poking at it. "Is it supposed to look like this?" she asks.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Welcome to the grid, my friend. Come there's a passage here that will lead us to my contact. She'll get you suited up, and taken care of before we go out and about. As you are you'd get into trouble if she talks to you about being a stay just play along. Stays are member of my people whom have lost their discs, and thus their memories." Deelel pops the passage way opn and will wait for Valenica to enter before she ducks in and seals it off. The trip is down a lit tunnel and nothing really happen on their little hike across the under world of the grid, some time later they make it to Aurora's house. Deelel greets the other program explaining she found another lost soul in need of getting patched up. Aurora is quite kindly and sympathic as she'll lead Valenica to a room where one clothing is removed, nothing indecence mind you and then she'll find she's covered in a suit that seems to just form it self ove her body. Ending up much like Deelel's own, Aurora would then attach the disc to the back mount and Valencia might feel strange for a moment as the disc links up with her mind. Deelel would come in when it was all over with a bit of a grin. "You carry it well and look nice and presentable now."

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "Ooooooooh..." Valencia says, looking herself over. "This is neat! I didn't think I'd need one of these but I kind of like it!" then pokes at the disc on her back and says, "So uh... Why do you fight with this if it's so important anyway?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Because it's also a weapon, also there's sports involving it. It tends to be an unspoken rule to not mess with someone else's disc. It also tends to return when thrown as well, for another reason it's just how it is. We were made to use it as such, better than not being armed at all honestly." The Siren has since left the room before Deelel speaks on a few other things. "Just say your a research program, if anyone asks. That's what's been wired into your disc. So with you all suited up let's get a bike and get going. There's some things you have to see, but you can drive, right?" Deelel would fetch a baton and pass it to her friend. "So you said you had questions, right? Feel free to start asking."

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "Well, can't argue with that!" Valencia says, "It is true to an extent, after all." as she looks at the bike baton, then pulls it out and leaps forward as the bike materializes beneath her. "Whooo!" she calls out with a mildly wild look on her face and a grin to boot. "Alright, time to look around I guess!" looking around she then says, "So who exactly made the Grid anyway? I mean it seems like a massive project to be able to make something like this, a system that's full of sentient programs and accessible to hu-Er, users to boot."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "I see you got the hang of it." DEelle own bike forms and she's ready to get going herself. "Kevin Flynn and at least the world I'm from? Systems like this started appearing when the first computers were made. So far as I know it's always happned and normally it's not accesable save for the laser. It just seems reality is layer upon layer of worlds stacked upon eachother." With that Deelel will start riding heading for Argon out of the slums.

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "...So this just -happens- when a computer is made?" Valencia says, "...That's incredible. I never knew an entire WORLD was the consequence of that sort of thing, a society and series of lives all moving around in tandem simply becauuse one person decided that they needed an automated system..." pause, "I should make sure to treat my equipment better."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "In my travels I found almost one of you are aware we are there." She notes as they drive on and seems amused at Velenica's thought. "I can't say for sure about other worlds but I have to assume there are others like that. Trust me it is good to, we were made by your ... people. Here? It's a little different one man made most of the programs here I'm one of the few imports apprently he's terrible at art focused programs, who knew." They speed down the highway and into the city, the rules of the road seem similar to human ones as they near what could be a park maybe, well if it had plants that's the thing there are no plants, no animals just the terrain, what the programs have made and the programs.

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "Is it possible for there to be nonsentient programs?" Valencia asks, "I mean, I don't see any plants or animals about, just structures... Surely there's the capacity for dynamic autonomtous routines like a plant, or even low-level intelligent routines like animals."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel shakes her head a little bit as she banks on a curv in the road. "No just grid bugs which are the results of errors in the system. They have no purpose and are dangerous. They will see you as food. If we have programs like that we run command and such but hummm I don't want to think if there's another world under my own. A world of chaos is a lot to take in..."

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "...Huh." Valencia says, "That's... A little sad, to me. I mean, I like the animals of my world. I guess you can't really miss something if you've never had it, but nature is something a bit closer to users than you might think. I guess you have things that are equally comforting though, so it's not such a bad thing to think about."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Just once we get to the park we shouldn't talk about sensative things we might get over heard. The last thing we need is to get on the powers that be Radar. Clu the system admin program long ago turned on the creator sending him into hiding. No one's seen him in over a 100 cycles..." Deelel's terminology for years it seems. "As I have said just about everything exists here for a purpose and Clu does not dig imperfection."

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "So no room for the idea of one bit out of line, huh?" Valencia asks, "Kind of depressing, but what'cha gonna do, hm?" then shrugs a bit as best she can while driving a lightcycle. "Efficiency has its merits. And in a computerized system, what else is there?.. At least to some."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "When it leads to genocide I take issue with it. If I hadn't got lost like I did I'd likely be terrifed of beings like ISOs. They were programs that were not made by Flynn they just appeared out of the sea of similation they say one became a virus and that lead Clu to turn on Flynn for allowing it to happen. Like you, they were born without purpose and ... Well most of them have been killed save for a few who are likely hiding. Right now we need to worry about the heartless and the power drain that we're suffering." She pulls into the game park now and her bike vanishes about her.

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "Heartless do seem a more pressing matter, yes." Valencia says, "Whether or not you adhere to an ideal of ultimate efficiency means far, far less in light of the threat of total annihilation. You can't have an efficient system if it's not there, after all." she says, pulling up next to Deelel as her bike vanishes likewise. "Do you have any idea why we're seeing heartless though?.. I'd imagine the adiministrator is taking steps to counter this though, power drains are hardly anything close to perfect."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel puts her baton back on her leg and looks at Valencia for a moment sadly at ther comments for a moment. "Yes, the problem is It seems to be connected to the matter. Which means outside trouble. Enough of that however, I wanted to show you a few things. We actually how to put it? Have culture, we have art, music, even games. This is a games park I figured you might like to have some fun."

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "Games?.." Valencia asks, "What sort of games? I imagine they'd be fairly cerebral, but maybe that's just my expectations given the nature of the place we live in."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel laughs. "Quite physical actually there's a few but disc wars is the most common, think of it like playing with a frizzbee where you have the dodge. Cycle racing is pretty popular as well." She notes before scooting one of the unused pads. "Come on before some more off duty programs show up and snatch the spot. We do have something a bit like pool as well. I don't play it much I admit."

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' Stepping on one of the other pads likewise, Valencia looks about and says, "So... How does this work?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "You'll get some light armor rezed on you, and you'll be able to use your disc unpowered so no real fatal harm can come to the other player. Then we go at it and try to hit the other directly. First hit, wins, the round."

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "Then lets get to it, hm?" Valencia asks with a grin as she reaches for the disc which comes free with a, 'Click' and she pauses, looking at Deelel a bit tentatively.

:'''[[Yurita]] has posed:''' Yurita walks into the area, looking a bit lost. Her head turning this way and that as she examines the area, blinking on confusion as she trips over a pad, looking at it a moment before standing and examining it... "What have I missed?" is asked to herself as she looks around, before noticing Deelel... Appearing to be about to get into a fight, which she takes several steps to make sure she's out of range of it.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Set for standard rules." She notes and the pad spawns an light wall around it for the match as Deelel's own armor forms it's a pale transparent green from the looks of it as she faces down her friend with, her disc. Which is not powered. "Well then you take the first shot." The wall about the game area should be more than enough to keep Yurita safe from a stray disc. "I'll go easy on you since your new at this." Deelel waits watching Valenica to make her first move. She has caught notice of Yurita's presence here but, she's also got to focus on the match for the moment."

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' Spinning the disc about her finger, Valencia pauses as she holds it up... Then launches it from an overhand position into a sideways throw similar to a bowling backswing into a simple pitch. "Heeeeere we go~!" She says.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel takes her own disc and smirks a bit as the dics comes at her Deelel is forced to duck, as the disc bounced off the wall behind her and goes on it's way, she takes her own disc. Which is then quickly lobbed at Valencia, but she's not had too much time to aim properly.

:'''[[Yurita]] has posed:''' Yurita watches, and seems to relax as the shields go up. She gets a little closer, but keeps a distance, and simply watches for now. She reaches to pull off her own disc and examine it a moment, before going back to watching.

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' Catching the disk once more, Valencia taps her foot as it hovers off the ground slightly... Before she leaps up into the air in a flip and flings her disc over towards Deelel in a bankshot as she attempts to ricochet off the further walls and into Deelel's back.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel notices they do have an audiance for the moment but she's got the game to worry about. Deelel's noticing Valencia is getting the hang of things and she's not quite quick enough, as Valenica scores the hit and sends Deelel skidding. <Point to player two.> A female voice calls out while Deelel gets back up. "I see your getting the hang of it, though did I ever tell you where I learned to use this? Aside from playing this game as a hobby. I got dumped into death games by a program who was not quite a happy camper about my views on the world." She throws the disc thi time trying to go for a double rebound to catch Valencia with.

:'''[[Yurita]] has posed:''' Yurita hmms, smiling a bit as she hears Deelel, approaching the 'cage' of light walls that's there for the protection of others.She giggles lightly as she watches, considering the two 'fighting' calmly.

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' Attempting to twist out of the way, Valencia seems to shift but not quite fast enough as the disc grazes her arm causing the announcer to denote yet another point. "So much for that..." she says with a bit of a smile and then picks up her disc and... Bounces it off the wall at a sharp angle? It then continues to zig-zag across the cage until it flies more closely to Deelel, perhaps making for a more confusing path of attack.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel grins a little bit as she looks at Valencia. "Takes a while to get the hang of it, when your not made for it. It's not like either of us were intended for combat!" Deelel twists and leaps into the air, evading the strike and launches her own disc a she drops towards the ground just getting missed.

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "True!" Valencia says, "But..." then flings the disc off behind herself as it banks off the corner behind her. "Not like we can't learn!"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is moving again as she just evades the disc shot from Valencia. "Maybe, who knows..." Deelel again flips for a throw and it's boucning again where it stops no body knows~

:'''[[Yurita]] has posed:''' Yurita continues watching from the side lines, putting her disc back on her back. She watches as Deelel and the unknown program 'fight', trying to learn through watching.

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "Adaptation, growth, approach of higher purpose." Valencia says, "Research never ends, there's always a next step in optimization!" as she catches the disk and attempts to simply bank it ocne towards Deelel.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "I know where your coming from, if a system doesn't grow and improve it dies. I get that much!" She just ducks the disc, she slides along the ground and throws her suddenly hopefully without much warning in an attempt to end the match.

Temple Hunt, the report

2014-02-02T01:11:05Z

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|Date of Scene=2014/01/31
|Location=Traverse Town - Cloud Nine - Roof
|Synopsis=After locating the temple Shiva and clearing out the heartless in getting in the way. Deidra contacted Zia to meet her on he roof of the Cloud Nine to give her the information.
|Cast of Characters=Deidra, Zia
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' It has been a long time since Zia had made the request of, Deidra. One might think Deidra had given up on the matter. This was not the case, at all. She'd been travelling, doing research and finally her work had paid off as she had found one of the targets she was seeking out for Zia. With that in mind she'd contacted her friend to come over the Cloud Nine, to meet her. She'd wanted to give the report in person, so she's perched on the roof munching on sub of some sort and there?s a second one still in it's wrapper presumably for Zia, from the looks of it.

:'''[[Zia]] has posed:''' The quest for finding the various Temples of the Fayth may have gone quiet, but it hadn't been forgotten. Recent interactions with Skoll have reminded her just how important the task is, and brought it once again to the forefront of her mind. It seems like perfect timing that she would get a message from Deidra. There is a sound of leather rustling as she glides in to land on the edge of the rooftop, balancing on her toes as her wings slick back along her spine. "It's good te see ye lass. Ah hope things have been well for ye 'n yer folk as of late?" She tilts her head, offering a small smile. Pushing herself up, the gargoyle takes a few steps forward, eyes drawn to the sandwich. Even after a year, she still tends to snag food wherever she can find it. "Ye gonna eat tha?" Zia settles herself down on the edge of the roof, watching her fellow gargoyle curiously. "So, this a social call, lass, or do we have trouble somewhere tha needs lookin' inte?"

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra says "I got it for you, so go ahead and dig on in. It's a bit of a social and a business call. Good news for once actually." There's a bit of a fanged grin there as she looks her friend over for a moment. "Well things have been going pretty well for the TDA other than the incident with Seith cursing a castle to sleep. Will and Isaac were mixed up in that, and helped others put a stop to it. As for why I called you besides catching up and I dunno giving you free food. I found one of the temples you asked me to find, and it's in a shockingly civilized place."

:'''[[Zia]] has posed:''' "Ye know me too well. The way te m'heart is through m'stomach." She grins, scooping up the sandwich, unwrapping it. Zia is quick to munch down a bite or two as she listens, her blue eyes watching Deidra, ears swiveled forward. It takes a moment to swallow and clear her throat. "Aye, Ah was there the night tha the sorcerer cursed the Princess." She shakes her head, "We tried te fend off the Heartless the night tha the curse came te pass, but..." Putting the sandwich down, Zia rubs at the side of her head. "Ah dinnae remember much of the later part of the fightin'. Tha program, LEXUS, packs a punch." She'd recovered quickly enough from her injuries that night, if only due to stone sleep. Even after all of her training, she's still not quite on par with some of the enemies they have to face. Her thoughts on it get de-railed, though, as she picks up the sandwich again, glancing at Deidra curiously. "Ye have? Where?"

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra says "Mt. Gagazet, pretty far up fused with the Bur-Omisace Temple from the light of Kiltia. Shiva's own temple is a part of the palce up there and is intact. So far as I know they are not barring any summoners who wish to pay hteir respects to Shiva from access. Had to clear out a pretty bad heartless infestation with some help but they paid well enough to keep my hired help happy." She seems pretty pleased about this discovery. "Hopefully this will help with Skoll when the time comes for him."

:'''[[Zia]] has posed:''' "Ah've heard of Mt. Gagazet. It's tha icy mountain where the big cats live, right?" The geography of the world of ruin is sometimes quite confusing. Her curiousity about other non-human races is enough to give her at least some idea about the turrain. "Ah dinnae think tha Ah've ever been in tha area, though." A few more bites of sandwich vanish in the time it takes her to consider the place. "It's a fittin enough location, though. Ice 'n cold. Probably a nasty mess te get up there, too." Though gargoyles don't tend to feel cold as much as humans, but even they have their limits. She shivers at the thought, wings shifting around her shoulders. "It'll certainly help, but we've still gotte get inte the trial. It's an experience, let me tell ye. Do ye think ye or yer friends might be up te an adventure? There's some treasures hidden aboot, 'n Ah can guarantee ye won't be bored."

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra says "It does seem fitting for what I know of this Shiva. Ironically it has little do do with the deity of the same name in our world. Hummmm it does seem fitting and the temple you say? If you need help I can post word to see if any others in the TDA would be willing to help, I'd not mind helping if you needed such. I'm more curious to help Skoll but I can't say no to treaure."

:'''[[Zia]] has posed:''' "M'da usedte tell me old human legends. But Ah've learned tha while some of these worlds have some things in common, they've also got a lotta things tha are different." She knew, for instance, that Skoll's entire pack had names that were similar to norse legends. "These Espers are still a wonder te me, but it's a power beyond anythin Ah've ever known." By now, the sandwich is pretty much finished, but she plucks at a piece of lunchmeat, rolling it up before popping it in her mouth. "We've managed te re-forge bonds with some of the Espers tha Skoll lost, but there's still a few te go. Ah'm glad tha ye were able te find Shiva. Ah had no luck with tha one, m'self. Ah hadnae seen Skoll call on her very often." A smile quirks her lips, "We can certainly use the help. These temples are usually more than wha they seem. At least this time it sounds like we can stay human. The first time, Skoll 'n Ah were stuck as animals. It made it a bit difficult."

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra says "True, but then again I'm kinda caught in the middle of things." She seems to have accepted the change in her life, but still knows she might not fit anywhere but with the TDA, to be honest and she understand that. "From what I have seen of them, I have to agree they are quite powerful, but their motivations is something I find hard to grasp then again I don't deal with them directly. Well it takes effort to crawl out of being under the thumb of the powers he has, and he's making an effort. I feel compelled to help him as he took the rope he was offered, and didn't hang himself with it. I heard about that, I never bee to that world, I have no idea what I'd turn into."

:'''[[Zia]] has posed:''' "Any creature tha has these phenominal cosmic powers is a bit suspect, if ye ask me. They've all got their own ideas of wha the world is 'n wha role they play in it." Zia shrugs then, crumpling up the rest of the wrapper on her sandwich. She's careful enough to tuck it away to throw out later. Her connection to nature means that littering is out of the question. "The darkness tha caught Skoll was never his own, though." Her ears tuck down a little bit, leaving Zia shaking her head. "It was all his father, or the Guadium Lords. Tha's why he lost so much strength when he broke away from tha darkness." Her fondness for the wolf is, perhaps, showing through. "B'sides, Ah'm the one responsible for him losin so much of his strength. Ah cannae let him go through all this alone." Seeming amused, Zia chuckles to herself, "Ye should try it sometime. Sometimes, it's fun te see how the magic of the different worlds effects things." The white gargoyle lifts her shoulders. "Ah turn inte a white lion, there... Skoll turns into an Ethiopian Wolf. Ye should see Faruja, though. The mouse turns inte the tiniest little mouse ye'd ever see. It's adorable."

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra says "True, still it wouldn't be easy to break away from that and maybe I will. I just wonder if i'll explode given what that faye did to me." She finishes up the last of her food as she looks to her friend for a moment longer, and flicks her tail a little bit. "A tiny little mouse, I half expected him to become a lion with the size of the fight in him!"

:'''[[Zia]] has posed:''' "Ah doubt ye'd explode." Zia raises a brow, head tilting. "Knowin' the tricky nature of the fae, Ah'd imagine ye'd turn inte something strange or unexpected." She swishes a few strands of hair between her fingers, thoughtful. "Like, maybe turnin' ye inte a flea or somethin'. Or maybe an elephant." Her tone of voice is playful. "Yer right, though. He's got the heart of a lion, but tha doesnae always mean tha a world's magic acknowledges that sort of thing." She lets her hair drop back down across her shoulder, "Ah would have expected te turn inte some sort of bird, nae a lion. Then again, ye should see the dress Ah end up in whenever Ah go te the Land of Dragons." A bit of color flashes on her cheeks at that. Zia isn't really the 'dress' sort of person, at least not without having a damn good reason for it. She seems to hesitate, her thoughts going back to something Deidra had said earlier. "So... ye said tha ye were fightin against the sorcerer when everyone fell asleep?" Curiousity shows in her blue eyes. "Wha exactly happened? Ah was outside the castle fightin' Heartless, so Ah dinnae really know wha' else went on."

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra says "True, I will say this was unexpected, a flea but I'm not a lawyer!" She seems to be making a hoke there and the idea of an elephant would be kinda funny to her. She nods in agrement baout Faruja's state there however. "Oh? I'm curious about it now. They were trapped in a dream world, there was something else there that Seith had nothing to do with, had to actually work with him to get out. Still it was a team effort there, good thing that plan was put a stop to."

:'''[[Zia]] has posed:''' Getting the details about the other side of the fight at the Castle of Dreams does help fill in the events of the evening. Of course, she had a huge blank spot after being knocked unconscious that seemed to last until the following evening. Skoll had known well enough to take off her pendant to let her heal. "Nae sure which side ended up wi' the worst of it, then. Ah cannae say tha Ah'm any good as a front-line fighter, though. Some days Ah feel like there's still so much te learn." The fact that there was now a Keyblade in her posession makes her feel just that much more pressure to try to improve her fighting skills. So far, the 'Golden Wolf' hadn't done more than fight a few Heartless, and not even her closest friends knew that the one wielding that Keyblade was the white gargoyle underneath the costume. "Well, a bit of news Ah can pass along. There's a large Heartless down in the tunnels outside of Atlantis. They've... managed te keep it at bay for now, but Ah think we'll need te do somethin soon before their defenses start failin." She catches her lower lip between fanged teeth. "It's part of our world. Ah dinnae know why the Heartless are targetin' the place so badly, but Ah've been tryin' te find another route through the tunnels." She sighs then, rubbing at the back of her neck. "Alas, it's nae the only place they seem te be targetin these days. Feels like they're on the move all over."

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra says, "I haven't poked Isaac and Will about it too much. I'm not sure if it's a good idea to do so. There were others there however there you might be able to get more. Lovely, I heard from VALKYRI there was a huge one on the grid recently as well. Sounds like a plan we will need to get people together to do it. Could be someone or something they want there. Or it's the Shadow Lords pulling the strings it's hard to tell. They are making a big push and we had Shadow Lords long silent like Seith rearing their heads too, it's getting dangerous. Haven't heard a lick out of Sora or Riku. I'm kinda of worried for them...You don't think the Shadow Lords got their hands on them, do you?""

:'''[[Zia]] has posed:''' "Whenever it comes te the Shadow Lords, it's impossible to tell exactly wha their plans are." There is some wisdom to trying to figure out their enemies, but often time it's a game of cat and mouse. Misleading the heroes in order to draw attention elsewhere. "Ah think we just need te be on guard. It might look like they're attention is in one place, but they could be lookin' te attack somewhere else entirely." Pushing herself up off of the edge of the roof, Zia's tail twitches as she turns back to look out across the city. "Ah havenae seen either Sora or Riku in quite a while, but it's a big world." She shakes her head, "Though, Ah think tha if the Shadow Lords had captured a Keyblade wielder, tha we'd have heard aboot it. Though, tha's just a guess." She offers a glance back, her smile supportive. "We'll just have te make up for anyone we're missin'. Ah'll talk te Skoll aboot your lead 'n set up somethin te go investigate the cloister. After tha, we should figure out next steps." With a hop, she perches on the rooftop, "Thank ye for the sandwich. My treat for dinner next time around, alright?" With that, she offers another little nod of her head, "Ah'll talk te ye soon." With that, she flares her wings, heading into the night. The sooner she can get the news to Skoll, the sooner things can get moving.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra says "Other than they like to dump entire worlds into the darkness for the hell of it." Deidra notes before she start to stretch a bit. "You ahve a good point, it could be diversions, could be hiting several goals at once, to ensure they get at least one. I know it just wonder what has them so much, ture they'd be boasting about such, or Pete would make a slip. You take care and sounds like a plan." She waves off to her friend as she departs going back inside to likely boot Tom off the couch.

Power Play: Supply and Demand

2014-01-31T07:32:55Z

Jetfire99:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2014/01/30
|Location=Purgos
|Synopsis=The logical place to look into a power shortage is the local energy distribution station. The energy control grid is usually a heavily guarded place, but what secrets could it hold to explain the outages in Purgos?
|Cast of Characters=Gilgamesh, Avira, Deelel, Artemis Eurus, Aeschere Childs, Zero-One, Warden Thache, Mara
|Tinyplot=Power Play
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' The power outages contine in Purgos, even becoming more severe and spreading towards Argon City. As energy is life to Programs, this is a serious issue. Rationing has been put into effect in the cycles since the confrontation, and violence has grown in Purgos, despite the arrival of the military. But if you want to get to the bottom of a situation, one needs look no further than the power distribution station of Purgos, the hub which helps to allow the old, run-down city to exist. Except the military detatchment sent to check into the location has gone silent. Those who are paying attention might notice that it's a good time to go in and look into the situation. This also means, for those paying attention, that whatever caused the military group to go dark is still there. Nevertheless, the multi-level complex lies still and silent, humming loudly with the surge of energy running through it. There are entrances at the bottom floor, and the outside os covered with interfaces that assist with the distribution work. However, there is a strange timbre to the humming. The timbre slows, occasionally stopping. At those points, that is where everything goes dark. This is clearly the place.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' The Power Distribution Station of Purgos! Avira, after checking in with Mara, learned that this may be the likely source of the outages. Not only that, but the teal-haired Program had pretty much insisted that she lead her and whoever came with her to the place. Trusting the Argon native, Avira follows Mara. Much like before, she has the full face-covering helmet down over her head to obscure her identity. When she speaks, her voice comes out in distorted warbles that make it difficult to even tell her gender. The Spine remains 'hidden' on her back, melded with the white-lined suit she wears. She hasn't said much since meeting up with Mara.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has also come with Avira their meet up with Mara, who'd made up her mind to follow along. She'd conviced Deelel to back her up on this, as Mara would know more how to handle what might have been done to the station, than Avira or Deelel would. She couldn't argue the point thankfully Mara has got her helemt up to hide who she is, and Deelel has done much the same this time, as she keeps up. Mara likewise has been quiet, there's not much to talk about, they know where they are going and what they have to do, they have to stop these power drains.

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' MEANWHILE IN THE REAL WORLD OF MANHATTAN NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH REAL WORLD MANHATTAN IT'S VERY IMPORTANT THAT YOU DO NOT CONFUSE THOSE TWO THINGS, BECAUSE ONE IS IN FACT A PLACE FULL OF CELEBRITY JERKS WHO ARE CELEBRITIES ENTIRELY AS A RESULT OF BEING FAMOUS, AND THE OTHER IS ON MTV. NO BUT SERIOUSLY THE REAL WORLD OF MANHATTAN IS A GREAT PLACE, PEOPLE LIVE THERE, OR SO I'M TOLD. BUT WHAT DO I KNOW, I'M JUST THE NARRATOR. I'VE NEVER BEEN TO MANHATTAN. JUST A DISEMBODIED VOICE, FLOATING IN THE BREEZE. AND IN THE END, ISN'T THAT WHAT WE ALL ARE? A DISEMBODIED VOICE ATTACHED TO A HUNK OF MEAT NAMED A BODY, FLOATING ALONG ON THE WIND WE CALL TIME TO SEE WHERE ITS STRANGE EDDIES KNOWN ONLY AS FATE MAY WASH US UP, ALONG THE SHORES DESCRIBED VAGUELY AS PROVIDENCE BY THOSE WHO HAVE TOO MUCH TIME ON THEIR HANDS AND TOO MANY WORDS. BUT I DIGRESS. MEANWHILE IN MANHATTAN IN A RUN-DOWN INTERNET CAFE NOBODY IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD GO TO, THE KIND OF PLACE THAT'S FOR SO-CALLED HARDCORE USERS AND DOESN'T TAKE KINDLY TO NORMIES LOOKING TO CHECK THEIR YOUTOOBS OR THEIR FACEBOOKS OR THEIR TWITTERS OR WHATEVER ELSE IT IS YOU CASUALS DO ON THE INTERWEBS. IT'S REALLY QUITE SHADY TO BE PERFECTLY HONEST AND I'M KIND OF WORRIED ABOUT HANGING AROUND HERE FOR TERRIBLY LONG. AND I'M JUST A VOICE. #-1 FUNCTION (CENTER,) NOT FOUND LATER. "HAH!" Comes a triumphant shout. It draws exactly no attention; triumphant shouts were pretty common in this shady, run-down, h4rdc0r3 internet cafe, usually as a result of people doing something wildly illegal. Most of the people there were doing wildly illegal things, and didn't want to be disturbed in the process of doing said wildly illegal things, so naturally they had no interest in finding out what wildly illegal things other people were doing. Even when said people are a giant grey man in red-and-polka-dot robes and clown pants, and a giant green dog made of rock, gold, and common sense. Whatever, thought most of the hackers. It's New York. Weird stuff happens. But back to the triumph at hand. "HAH! I finally managed to get back onto this webbernet thingy!" The huge grey man exclaims. He turns in the tiny, tiny computer chair and bends down to look the massive green dog right in the eye. "Enkidu, do you see? It's just like that trustworthy gentleman in the back alley described to us! This world has put the full sum of its knowledge, experience, and shopping venues into this magical box! With this 'webbernet' at our disposal, we can do anything! ANYTHING! Why, with just a push of a button, I can set up a savings account! I can win a free uPod! I can save fifteen percent or more on my automobile insurance, AND get a free quote!" The huge grey man stood up, the chair falling over behind him. "WITH THIS, WE CAN BUY ALL THE SWORDS WE WANT ONLINE! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" The massive green Rock Hound lets out a sigh. He doesn't know how this is going to go wrong. But he's pretty sure it's going to go wrong. It's that sixth sense...seventh...eighth..ninth sense...one of those senses that he's picked up over years upon years of dealing with his bestest friend ever. He just sort of expected that, when Gilgamesh started talking, there were about to be problems. "AND WE'LL DO IT-" Here it comes, Enkidu thinks. "-WITH THIS!" Gilgamesh brandishes a small red-and-grey hunk of plastic, waving it in Enkidu's face. Enkidu stared at it for a moment, disbelieving. It has his face on it. It has Gilgamesh's face on it Sweet Aeons, this was going to be catastrophic. "THIS, Enkidu, is the 'program' I purchased from that incredibly helpful man wearing the trenchcoat and little else! With this 'program', when I insert this 'floppy' into the 'drive', it will unleash a buying spree across the entire webbernet, purchasing the entire webbernet's worth of weaponry in an instant! Then, Enkidu, we'll have all the treasures of this world...AT THE PUSH OF A BUTTON! ISN'T THAT GREAT?! BWA HA HA HA HA!" Gilgamesh throws back his head and laughs, a hearty belly laugh from the Treasure-Trove King Of Swordsman Heroes. The manager looks up. "Those can't take floppy," he says slowly, completely unconcerned by the rest of the description. "Got one in the back for that." "O-oh," Gilgamesh replies, pushing his foot against the floor. "Alright, then."

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' The manager leads the King Of Swords and his giant dog into the back room. There, sitting in the back is an incredibly ancient computer. We're talking DOS ancient. Do you remember DOS? It's what people thought of as computers for like ten years, before we invented Windows. It's what certain movies somehow translated into people inside the computer. Heck, cartoons, too. The eighties were weird. Gilgamesh sits down at the computer. It's a tight fit, this room, and he's kind of a giant. His shapeshifting ability has sort of...well, he's forgotten about it at the time being. He does that. Consistency is not a trait of Gilgamesh, except for consistent insanity. That's definitely a trait of Gilgamesh. Gilgamesh raises the disk, an 80s Cartoon Villain gleam in his eye. "Soon...I'LL HAVE EVERY WEAPON IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!" "GILGADISK, LET'S GO! FLOPPY BOOT!" Gilgamesh slams the disk into the floppy slot. The computer sits there, blinking. The manager looks over his shoulder for a moment. He's curious, now. Sure, it was New York...but maybe this was just a LITTLE weird for New York. Maybe. "You gotta enter the path," the manager offers, "To get to the files inside the computer." "They're *inside* the computer?!" Gilgamesh references a movie he's never seen. The manager raises an eyebrow, and Gilgamesh nods eagerly. "I SEE! THEN I'LL JUST HAVE TO-" Enkidu pushes his paw down on the enter button. The program uploads. MEANWHILE ON THE GRID An 8-bit image of Gilgamesh downloads itself onto the Grid. A couple Programs give it a weird look as it beeps at them, then wanders off in search of weapons. Military detachments have weapons, right? And they hang out in dungeons, right? Like abandoned power plants and stuff? The 8-Bit Icon Of Heroes boops, and makes its way towards...*the plant*. MEANWHILE IN MANHATTAN "This is so boring. If I'd known getting all the weapons ever was gonna be so DULL, I wouldn't've even BOTHERED! C'mon, Enkidu, let's go beat our money out of that reliable naked trenchcoat salesman guy." Gilgamesh sighs. He stands up and wanders away from the keyboard. Enkidu glances at the keyboard for a long moment. That's gonna be trouble for somebody, the King Of Rock Hounds decides...but at least it's not trouble for me.

:'''[[Aeschere Childs]] has posed:''' Where /did/ Warden go? This is a very serious question... the Grid is about as far out of Aeschere's depth as she's ever been, and she brawled with a kraken on the literal sea floor once. Even the method of getting here was horrifying; she'd experienced teleportation once or twice in her life, but it was nothing like the atom-by-atom parsing that she received coming in here. She stands, wary, dark against the gleaming background, and watches the flow of traffic with apprehension. A lot of work gets done right here, obviously, and she knows she isn't a part of it.

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' The location continues to be quiet, as if daring the investigators to come in and look. Time is a factor, too: As soon as word gets back, Tessler will undoubtedly send in the heavy artillery to deal with the problem (much like he deals with most problems: Overkill). The stalemight might seem to last forever, until a beam of light fires from the upper floor, narrowly missing Avira. A look up reveals a glimpse of a thin Program, quickly moving away holding a foreign weapon. More beam fire follows as a couple Programs lean out of the door, spraying the gathering groups with bright purple beams. Oh God, looks like they're not going to wait for you to come in. But one thing's for sure. Those sure are weapons right there...

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' Beepbop, observes Gil.bat, boopbeep. Beepbeep, it observes once again. It doesn't have much RAM, you see. Or maybe it does! By the standards of the original Grid, it has a whole 124 kilobytes! That's almost a tenth of a megabyte! Surely that will be enough! Gil.bat makes its way forward with incredibly cheap animation. It doesn't even have a walking motion - it just sort of moves forward on a 2D axis, stops, turns, and moves forward on another 2D axis. Then it waggles its hands as the laser blast fires from the upper floor. Beepboop. Gil.bat turns, becoming utterly invisible except for that single line of pixels, and heads towards the Programs firing out of the door. WEAPONS DETECTED SELF-PRESERVATION PROTOCOLS TERMINATED DISREGARD BYTES ACQUIRE BLADES WHY ARE MY THOUGHTS GREEN

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Nothing unusual so far, it seems. Clearly, Avira thinks, the solution is to go inside. An infiltration using stealth and- Poink. Poink poink poink. "What the heck is that noise?"Avira mutters, looking back to see a sprite. A literal 8-bit sprite which looks savagely out of place amongst a 32-bit system. "You've got to be kidding m-" A white blast of light shears by her face, barely missing her and the huntress whips around to spy the glimpse of the Program up there. "Go! Split!" she warbles suddenly, motioning to Deelel and Mara to go in different directions. Figuring if they're going to cheat with their weapons, Avira is going to cheat in her own way. Previously she had avoided using her magic here since it would probably be suspicious. Right now, Avira gives zero frags about not being suspicious. Making the motions of holding a bow in her hand, Avira summons up a trio of ice arrows to fire upon the door.

:'''[[Aeschere Childs]] has posed:''' /Blood/ ash and rain, that can't be Avira, can it? It's just not possible. Chera isn't even trying to follow her this time! Feeling exceedingly conspicuous, the girl maneuvers herself behind a couple of busy little utilities, and works on as stealthy an approach as she can manage.

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' The incoming ice arrows prove to be a surprise. The shattering ice causes the Programs at the front of the door to fall back. And then there is another deep flicker, everything going dark for several moments. There is a sense of something moving... And then screams, modulating into static as it sounds like someone or something just got derezzed... inside. The door lies undefended now, open to those who have the wherewithal to enter. Some, such as the 2D Gil.BAT, give zero frags. There are weapons to acquire! Within the power distribution plant is a massive, open space with terminals evenly spaced around a central power column. A large pool of Energy shines deep beneath the grating of the center vat, which almost detracts from the piles of voxels lying around everywhere... Red and blue. A masked Program stands near the central power column, one arm holding a strange long rifle. Some might recognize the make of the weapon from earlier times, a Line of Light digital sniper rifle. In his other hand, he holds a long, sleek Light Katana. Weapons, indeed. Far away, a being shrouded in darkness observes the proccedings. There is a thin smile. "Now." A shadow descends upon the power station, the pool of Energy below swirling as something changes. The man on the grating looks down, moments before there is a hoolow roar and an eruption. The Program screams just before a massive cascade of power consumes him, a long, sinuous form crashing throughe disinegrating cloud of voxels and wrapping around the central power column. Looking like nothing so much as a massive digital centipede, the monoptic creature swings its gaze around upon the intruders, and unleashes a deep roar, energy cascading down a thousand spines along its back, framing the Heartless symbol. The Light Katana spins through the air, becoming wedged in between a couple digital plates on the creature's back. Inconvenient for someone who wants it... <================================> - <X3 - <=================================> - A FORCE OF DARKNESS HAS ARRIVED - - POWER-EATER - - YUM YUM COME GET SOME - - PREPARE FOR BATTLE - <================================> - <X3 - <=================================>

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' DISREGARD BYTES ACQUIRE WEAPONS NO SERIOUSLY WHY ARE MY THOUGHTS GREEN I WONDER WHY SHEEP ARE ELECTRIC Gil.bat, demonstrating far more intelligence and philosophical comptence than its original owner and operator, considers this problem of self-worth and self-existence exactly long enough for his proper code to kick back in. With pain in its near-immediate future, Gil.bat advances towards the Light Katana.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' Some people prise stealth on the Grid. Some people prise anonimity. They try to blend in. They try to work within the system. Stealth is their friend. They aquire Disks. They aquire proper attire. They aquire the right codes and keys and everything else that lets them keep their true forms a secret. ...then there are those like Warden Thache. Who just doesn't give a <Goosehonk>. Dragon-skull and crossbones on a long black cloak. The energy lines of green faded with just a touch of yellow. The man stands out in a way that is dangerous for anyone to stand out. He obviously doesn't care much about that either. Danger just makes it all more fun. "I /knew/ this would be better than just plain drinks!" He comments from his spot on a roof near to the power station. "I think I see Chere donwn there as well. I supose that makes us fashionably late..." He murmurs before he smirks towards his compaion. "...shall we? Wouldn't want to keep anyone waiting! And who knows. There could be something valuble inside!" A pause. "Or something worth the hunt!" After Avira fires she and Deelel might just find a familiar golden energy construct slam into the ground nearby. A rope and grappel. This is followed a moment later by Warden sliiiiiiiding down said rope to land with billowing cloak nearby. Just in time for a giant effin' centipede to erupt out of the station. "...huh..." A pause. "...well I did say there might be something worth hunting." A pause again. "Also dibs on that rifle the poor blighter had if there is anything left of it." He may be late, but at least the entrence is impressive.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is unaware of Gilgamesh for now, she is so unaware of just what's going on in the cafe. Gil's hunt for swords has hit the realm of Ebay, who knows the power of the charge card that the master of swords has in hand? She has no idea that Gil.exe is about to make life interesting. She looks back to Mara and Avira for a brief moment, but it's but keeps moving until they come face to face with some hostile programs. "Looks like your glitching out humm?" Deelel's voice is warped and Mara while able to fight is going to hang back as they get ready to move in. She's knows she's here as tech support. Deelel meanwhile? Is arming her light staff she's become fond of, perhaps due to it having less lethal options than disc, she'll make use of it but not just yet. She sprints for the door with Avira making the attack. That's when things go to hell and back when something bad happens. She's just about inside as she sees the arrival of the Power-Eater she just has a look of mute horror on her face under her mask, and Mara is taken a back herself she's never seen anything about it. Avira was right there is another virus lurking about the grid aside from the mysterious black ones that news has spoken about. Deelel boots up several run time commands, that would help both her and Avira. Avira might feel a bit strange ass the code takes effect on her.

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' It would appear Artemis doesn't do the whole blending in thing either. She arrives beside Warden, her normal armor merely transformed into something one would see on the grid, deep blue with gold energy lines, including the mask she wears over the top portion of her face. Lips quirk as she turns her head toward Warden, her hand resting on the hilt of her blade in a way that implies she is both comfortable and alert. "Mmm, could be," she says, looking around herself. This is easily the most alien world she has visited yet. How completely bizarre it is! Not to mention the process to get here. She'd been sceptical, but obviously she'd been talked into it. Suddenly, a giant centipede creature bursts into view and the Huntress leaps back gracefully, drawing her blade from its sheath in one smooth motion. Now, she smiles. "It would seem that you are right Warden. This will be fun," she comments, lips spreading into a grin as she centers herself and prepares for the fight.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Move in!" Avira calls out once she sees that the ice has given them a chance to get by without getting shot at. But seconds later, the power stations go dark and the Programs within start to scream. Avira hesitates. She is also wholly unaware of Chere's presence. Avira moves in swiftly without another word, reaching behind her to peel the Spine off her back. Those who know her for the weapon would certainly recognize that, yes, unfortunately, this is Avira. Right away, she's looking around, observing the inside of the power plant, eyes drawn to the piles and piles of voxels. Eventually she spies the Program near the central power column with a gun she definitely does not recognize. "Hey you! Stop right there!" He's masked, he's suspicious, he's- ...likely dead seconds later, consumed by that gigantic shadowy centipede. A shadowy centipede with the familiar Heartless crest. Which pretty much counts as a virus here. "Don't get too close to it, Mara!" she warns, "This is a virus!" Warden sliiiides his way in and Avira scowls. "You! Just don't get in my way!" And in an instant, she's off. Avira is fast, to her credit, and not afraid of getting up in the face of a giant Heartless-almost as if she's done this a few times before.

:'''[[Aeschere Childs]] has posed:''' Change of plans, CHANGE OF PLANS! If there's anything remotely resembling cover available, Aeschere makes a dash for it. Even if it isn't actually cover, honestly. Once (notionally) concealed, she makes a tentative reach for the lance she's not carrying; normally she aquires one thusly, but things are a little strange here. There are enough stray bits around to fashion something workable, though. By fell and arcane means-- running around and grabbing a bunch of voxels-- her magic has a frame to work with, and from these voxels she fashions a lance and a breastplate, and searches for Warden.

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' The giant Heartless creature looks upon the enemies prepating to attack it. There is little in the HEartless playbook that most would consider significantly tactical, considering it's a massive, feral, energy-devouring bug. The creature unwraps itself, a series of green, familiar-looking spheres building up around tis mandibles before it roars, launching a seires of explosive viral weapons into the middle of their enemy. There is an explosion of light that fans out into a mild corrosive haze, causing occasional glitches. That might be more of a problem when crackling bolts run off of the massive beast, trailing along the systems and causing small explosions as they arc around. Things get worse as the central monoptic begins to glow, charging up. Beams of disruptive energy fire out, smashing and eating away at anything it finds. The perceptive might notice that one end of the HEartless rmains in the central energy pool. The Light Katana remains wedged int the creature's back, hanging over that pool. Taunting Gil.Bat. Go ahead. Try to get it.

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' TAUNT ACKNOWLEDGED PREPARING RETORT... OUTPUT RETORT "Beep." Its devastatingly witty retort delivered, Gil.bat begins to make the incredibly tedious crawl up its back. This is made far more difficult because Gil.bat has neither arms nor legs, just squares. Sad.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Those green orbs the creature is producing, Avira recognizes those. One of them went off in an alleyway via those goons. "Were they seriously extracting viral weapons from a Heartless?" she remarks, running at a ninety degree angle to the beast, her speed further enhanced by Deelel's code. Gosh that felt weird. Unlike last time, though, Avira actually feels the pain of that viral weapon and stumbles for several steps. Her stagger actually helps her a little bit as she ducks beneath a beam blast. As she continues to circle, she sees that one end of the giant centipede dips into the pool. "Dee! I think this thing is drawing power into itself through the plant! We need to separate it!" A wild guess on Avira's part but she'll gladly act on it, swinging around to that end of the monster and launching several enormous cleaving shockwaves of ice magic at the tail end.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Mara "I know!" She also knows she doesn't need to tell the anti viral program about the dangers of contact with a virus. She's going to hunkle down, but she does get her disc and arm it, she's ready if something gets close. Mara has to wonder how did this get past the system monitors?! Deelel meanwhile has stowed the staff asn ha the disc powerd up and in hand. "A heartless? How in the name of my user..." She knew the grid had heartless problems but this was on a whole other level of things. She now leaps up running on a wall before fliping off and launching her disc at the creature before she falls away drops rolls and then flips back. "Come on bit for brains you want some of this! Come get me!" Deelel is already moving again aiming to turn the building into one giant free running park.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' If Aeschere wants to find Warden, let us be honest. The Pirate isn't that hard to find in the least. He is the only pirate that /looks/ like a pirate on the Grid he's sure. "I was just about to tell you the same thing, Lady Wolf!" He calls cheerfully towards her. "So nice to see you around again. Excellent disguise by the way." The mocking tone of voice is there there, wrapped up in the laughter that tinges the edges of his light comment. He can feel more magic wash over him as he glances back to the darting from of Aeschere with that bright smile and those brillinat glowing green eyes that the Grid seems to have imparted to him. He might not look like a cat-man anymore, but his manner doesn't change in the least. "Sorry I'm a touch late. Glad you made it!" The pirate faces front again as the monster starts to move and each hand dips down to rip a pistol from the bandolier he wears. "I told you I'd take you someplace fun." He adds towards Artemis as he starts to stalk forwards, his pistols snapping up to fire one bright energy round towards the oncoming green globe aimed towards him. Energy disperses energy as he keeps walking forwards. "Ware the green ones. It functions like some sort of acid here near as I can tell." The words ment for both Artemis and Chere. A smirk again as he taps his toe of his glowing boots to the ground before launching himself towards the thing. Energy ropes snapping out as he flings them towards its head, meaning to tie it to itself. Make it a bit more difficult for it to shoot things at him. He doesn't appriciate getting shot. "Men have been known to do stranger things for profit, Lady Wolf!" he calls out towards Avira on he heels of a fulsaide of pistol fire. And suddenly disc lines all over the place! "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE THROWING THAT THING!" Those hurt. He knows.

:'''[[Aeschere Childs]] has posed:''' It wasn't very effective cover, was it? The shock wracks her body, like in fact a perfectly ordinary murderous electric shock, but lightning spells are many mages' stock in trade, and Aeschere's armor is well-grounded. Thus she avoids being fryed on the spot, but the jolt leaves her shuddering, her knees weak, and her vision near red-out. Blindly she flings her lance in the thing's direction, sure to strike /some/ part of it, and indeed she does. This small coup must be heartening, for she regains her footing, and her lance, and prepares an attack in earnest. Again she gathers herself, and now she springs clear of the monitor and launches two more javelins, in quick succession. Now, only, she has time to hear. "K-keep moving! Don't b-bunch up!" She puts deed to word and lets her leap carry her clear of the captain, all focus on the beast again.

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' All those spheres of viral weapons avoid her, not that she knew what they would do to her anyone. Safe to assume it wouldn't be good however. One comes close to Warden, but the agile pirate easily evades, as light on his feet as he had been during the Wild Hunt. She follows his gaze and his taunts toward Avira, unrecognizable save the blade she wields. Artemis notes this curiosity, remembering the woman fairly fondly even for their short acquaintence. Then, there is Aeschere. Artemis frowns gently with concern. "Be careful fellow hunter," she says. Artemis turns back to Warden, letting out a low laugh. "Aye, that you did," she comments before nodding to him gratefully for the information he offers. "Well then, lets begin," she says, then bursts from her position toward the giant creature, a blur of blue, gold, and cold steel as her katana slices swiftly in an upward diagonal line, followed by a quick and brutal downward cut.

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' The icy shockwaves hammer into the Power-Eater, making Gil.Bat's effort to acquire the Light Katana even more deadly as it is knocked backwards, thrashing around the central power column and wrapping itself back up. This just gives Deelel more room to maneuver as she leaps around, hitting the Heartless repeatedly with her Disc. Armor begins to voxel off of the creature as it howls in pain. Warden continues the fusillade, the pistols locking the creature down and bracketing it, keeping it from moving. It doesn't seem to be too interested in leaving the pool, regardless. As Aeschere strikes, it twists, putting the armored back full on against Aeschere's attack, aht the weapons strike, deflecting off of the giant bug's thick armor. Artemis, however, lunges forward and ravages into the beast, slashing repeatedly and leaving long trails of voxels in her wake. Battle Tea, indeed. All of this simply seems to make the bug mad. The power of the area seems to drain, the hum dying as everything begins to go dark, leaving only the neon lights of the Programs themselves and their weapons to provide sight. And then the monoptic opens, burning crackling gold as a feral shriek rumbles through the building, and the dripping mandibular maw begins to seethe with liquid flame. A moment later, the massive beast opens its maw, the energy pool draining significantly as incredible amounts of power is drawn into the beast and is expelled through said maw, creating a deadly stream that blows straight through walls, voxelling anything it touches with raw brute force. And then it begins to draw those voxels in towards itself, repairing itself with the remains of what was destroyed. This could be inconvenient.

:'''[[Aeschere Childs]] has posed:''' That was highly suboptimal. Aeschere prepares for the retort that must follow that effortless deflection, and sure enough, hellfire and damnation rains from the beast's maw. There's nothing for her to do but flee and dodge. Being on the very fringes of the battle already, she does manage to clear the blast zone, /just/ in time. Temporarily safe in the far corner of the battlefield, she pauses to catch her breath.

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' Gil.bat continues its relentless climb up to the weapon! While it's not going terribly well, on account of being shot at and stuff, the tiny little 8-Bit Sprite has managed to reach the precious sword in the most classic, time-honored manner imagineable. A *platforming level*. Now that he's reached the blade...how to remove it? Oh, wait. There's some kind of giant laser bea- EVERYTHING IS EXPLODING COWARDICE ENGAGED LIMIT BREAKS INCOMING LEAVE NOW The 8-Bit Sprite hops up and down, beeping loudly in distress. Then it adds the Katana to its inventory and prepares to leap off the side!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Why do I even bother!" Avira sighs, bemoaning her lack of hidden identity. "Seriously though, are you following me? This keeps happening." She continues to hack away at the worm, trying to disconnect it from the power source of the plant. It doesn't seem to be working very much at all. There is nowhere for her to really dodge when the blast is unleashed. She'd almost swear that it had been centered right on her too because it hits her dead center and blasts her clean through the wall. If she was a Program, she would be voxels right now. Since she is not, she merely bleeds and lies in a lifeless heap amongst the square bits and debris of the plant that the centipede just blasted away. She doesn't get up, leaving her in a terrible position when the worm starts feeding on the debris by drawing them in. She's going to wind up /inside/ the damn thing in a few moments.

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' The lights go out, and Artemis laughs. Oh, this just got /fun/. The lines of the programs move through the dark, weapons shining beacons. Artemis has never fought a battle like this before. She is out of her element, but that is what makes it a challenge. That is what makes it a thrill. The masked woman decides not to pull back when the beast grows angry, prefering to take her chances in the melee. This ends up /very/ painful. The samurai watches with a sort of detached fascination as voxels fall from her body rather than the familiar crimson of her blood. Is this just another dream? Isn't it all? A growl builds low in her throat. She reaches up to slap her hand against the blade of her sword, setting it aflame. Darkness begins to radiate from her person in spectral wisps, cold as the grave, seeming to take form into beasts then disperse into mist in the blink of an eye. The darkness swirls, flowing to her blade as she disappears with a crack of muted thunder, appearing again like a nightmare above the beast and falling hard upon it, in a stab, hoping to find its brain, twisting the blade if she pierces the tough hide.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' The funny thing about charging dragons. They have breath weapons. This might not be a dragon, but the catagory is similar enough. Its also something that Warden learns mch to his folly. The pirate's eyes widen a moment as that annilihating beam tears out from the thing. It catches him, not quite full on but even a nick from that thing sends him flying into the wall. Voxels scatter as shards of his cloak is eaten away from him. He glances down at the rents torn in his avatar from the attack before letting a slight frown roll over his features. "I really like this cloak you overgrown weevil." His eyes slide over the combat. They check on Chere, hurt and hiding thankfully. On Artemis, who seems to be enjoying herself. On Deelel who is...well...thats a hell of a lightshow. Then on Avira. Who is apparently about to get /eaten/ by a /bug/. Eyes narry before he is moves. With speed. Fast enough that he is hard to follow in the light show of the various attacks. He lifts his foot, thin air seemingly as firm as stone under his boots and quite litteally runs up the air towards the giant bug. As he passes Avira he smirks. "You arn't getting out of our wager /that/ easily." Then he's past her using the suction of the thing to help his leap. His pistols are traded for his swords as he leaps into the air before attempting to bring both blades down hard against the creatures eye, even as Artemis attempts to put a sword though its brain.

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' To Avira's benefit, at least it's remaining hidden from the people who matter here. Although with her current situation, it might not matter soon! Meanwhile, Gi.bat acquires the LASER KATANA. There is a low jingle of chiptune as he holds it up. CONGRATULATIONS! YOU GOT EQUIPPED WITH: LASER KATANA! PRESS A TO ATTACK, HOLD A TO PERFORM A CHARGED ATTACK. TIME RT+Z TO DEFLECT INCOMING GREEN SHINY BULLETS, QCF+LB TO STOP PURPLE STRAIGHT ATTACKS, AND X+UP TO MAKE A COOL POSE... Oh god, the tutorials, it's not ending, and they're not going away. ARE THEY UNSKIPPABLE!? Artemis, meanwhile, draws on the Dark, and the Heartless responds, looking directly at the samurai woman. She vanishes, and the Heartless is distracted as she reappears, whipping through the Darkness to strike like thunder. The blade pieces into the creature, and it rears, howling as she twists, driving th blade deeper in an attempt to find a vital point. Voxels fly everywhere, spilling off of its body as it begins to disintegrate. This isn't helped as Warden strikes for the eye, cleaving in deep and sending lightning everywhere as he cuts. Meanwhile, the Power-Eater appears to be exhausted itself after the discharge of that much power and its mounting wounds. There is a low hiss of energy as it emits a few sparks at its opponents, attempting to weaken them for the kill with sizzling bolts of weak lightning. Oh, and also cutting the lights again.

:'''[[Aeschere Childs]] has posed:''' Her armor is scorched and sizzling, it hurts her just to breathe, and Aeschere grins madly. Let this beast learn about the law of threefold return. Staggering, slightly, the little knight leaves her cover, to face the hideous worm full on; her hands crackle, but not with shocking code. A chill mist rises from her, as the traces of the Grid dim, and And, she does nothing. She makes no move, just one pained gasp, before a blue-black torrent erupts from her, washing over the battlefield towards the heartless subroutine. Three waves, and it subsides, and so does she, sinking to her knees and paling.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has clearly got the thing's attention, the Power-Eater sure is going for Deelel along with everyone else it can get it self into. Deelel is caught by the attack as she's breaking into a run. She's feeling power being pulled from her, he's basically sucking the life out of her. She staggers gasping, out of mimicked reflex of hanging around with humans for so long. "It's just going to keep eating everything. It will come to threaten the entire OS!" Deelel again attempts to recover, from the hit. She's hurt pretty badly, she's still got her disc at the ready and she throws it. She's able to deflect the worst of the strike on her. She's still in the game for lack of a better term. Worse off her helmet has been shattered into so many voxels exposing her identity to anyone who might have been watching from the shadows. She notices the wounds she takes her disc and he charges right at the heartless viri. She's got her disc and she's letting out a cry as she closes in to just drive her ID disc right through the thing. "Game over." She pulls by making sure to give the thing the full force of her disc's powered edge, when she does an attack she certainly puts her heart soul into it.

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' Warden's interaction with Avira hasn't gone unnoticed to the samurai. Very curious. Is he in love with the girl or something? Artemis leaps from atop the thing, surrounded by what amounts to gore in this place, guarding against its final thrashing with the darkness she channels, soaking up some of the damage from its last attack. The masked woman stand back, watching the beast now as others finish it off. That was interesting, to be sure. The hunting is this place was as weird as everything else, but she's pleased to see swords still do their job. Artemis sheaths her blade and watches Aeschere wield the darkness curiously as she walks back toward Warden, and perhaps Avira if she's still nearby. She has a few hi-potions, though she doesn't know if they work the same in the place. She offers them anyway, to Warden, Avira, and Aeschere. "Not quite the drink we came for, but I think it will satisfy," she comments.

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' U-Unskippable tutorials? During a cutscene attack? Oh nooooooo- The King Of Sprites is flung away from the center of the attack, spiralling off into the sky. There's a gleam of green light. IN THE REAL WORLD The computer literally explodes from the inside. The manager peeks his head in the door and frowns. Oh well. That computer was old anyway. Needed to be replaced. ELSEWHERE IN THE UNIVERSE "Hey, Enkidu!" Gilgamesh booms, "I feel like I've gotten another weapon in the vault! Maybe I've..." Enkidu looks up. "Maybe I've.......?" Enkidu raises an eyebrow. Who knew dogs had eyebrows. "Maybe I've..............................." And then the dialogue box was cut. It's okay. It wasn't anything important.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira, almongst the debris, twitches. Warden might not be able to see her face but it's pulling into a scowl as he talks to her while he runs past. "It's not like that...!" she tiredly warbles, coming out of a mild concussion to more or less find the worm right /there/. A growl of annoyance escapes her and she pushes herself up to her feet, dragging the slightly-glowing Spine from the ground she had been lying on. With a hot-blooded yell, she charges forward. Without warning, there is a strange burst of silvery light behind her. With a leap, she launches herself after Warden, though her strike is considerably lower. With a mighty smash, she tries to impale the spine deep into the area beneath the Heartless's mouth. Leveraging gravity and her own body weight, she tries to drag the weapon downwards to tear the heartless virus open and wrench her serrated weapon free at the same time.

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' Darkness battles Darkness as Aeschere draws upon her power in order to strike at the HEartless with the terrible power of the Black Wave. There is an impact, and then another, and then another as it rears backwards, exposing its vulnerable underbelly that Deelel takes full advantage of. The Disc, weapon of the Grid, is launched forward, punching into and through the Power-Eater, screaming straight through the Grid HEartless and leaving a voxel-hole through it. Avira follows up as well, driving the Spine into the creature and leaving a long slash into the creature, beginning to cleave it open from stem to stern. It's too much for the Heartless to take. It finally dissolves, turning into a fountain of dissolving, evil-looking voxels that quickly derez into puffs of Darkness. The Power station goes quiet, and peaceful, the entire area humming once more... And then there is anothr flicker. Even with the destruction of the HEartless, something is still... drawing power? But now the terminals activate, allowing those with the knowledge to try to get essential information.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' The pirate flips off the things head, snagged by the lightning on the way down the man either doesn't notice or doesn't care to show just how much that hurts as it burns though his voxels. He lands on the ground near the pit that the thing crawled out of, raising his blades to rest them on his shoulders. "Well I /could/ be following you," He calls tauntingly towards Avira as he watches her nearly rip the thing in two. "But I'm not. I just thought it would be fun to see what was causing the problems on the Grid is all. Fun and profitable." He smirks just slightly at that, glancing at the dissipating Heartless with a considering look. "I'd say it was that." Fun or profitable. One of the two. Though just why he's intrested in the Grid might worry her, if she cares to think on it. "Now I'm more intrested on if there are any more of those fine rifles lying around. Because /that/ looked like a pretty piece of musketwork." He adds as he glances around the ruined station before the power drain catches his eyes. "Huh. /That/ didn't fix it? I always thought killing the big monster fixed it." He shrugs. I mean thats how it is in all the stories. He pulls something out of his coat however, walking over to hand one bottle towards Chere. A second towards Artemis. A third? Well thats tossed to Avira. She needs to keep her health up. "Don't worry. Just potions. Nothing more enjoyable." A pause. "I /did/ bring some of that too if anyone wants some."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Once she's wrenched her weapon free, Avira backs away and remains in a defensive position. She doesn't relax until it has dissolved into Heartless Puffs. Even after that, she remains on her guard. Fortunately, her low-level regen spell seems to have taken care of the wounds she received from taking the blast dead-on. Useful since something as simple as bleeding was a big deal here. Looking around, she pauses when the lights flicker. "Fun and profitable, huh. Well that's a relief. If you were following me, I'd have to do something about it." Still, what's /this/ guy want with the Grid? Avira moseys on over to one of those terminals and starts to fiddle around with it. Maybe there was something left behind, but after a few seconds she realizes she has no idea what she's looking for and calls Deelel and Mara over. Awkwardly, Avira catches the thrown potion, but not after flailing and juggling it between her hands for a few seconds.

:'''[[Aeschere Childs]] has posed:''' Aeschere takes the bottles gingerly, taking care to avoid her benefactors' fingers, for some reason. She's going to develop an addiction to these things, at this rate, but that probably won't do her much harm. "Oh, definitely we fixed this place," she says, after downing one. Aagh, does he have to make everything out of rum? "Don't look to me for how to fix it, I don't know even how my clothes work here." She brushes stray voxels from her shoulder, the last remnants of her makeshift armor. "Now. Avir-- hey." She almost whines it, as her quarry wanders off to poke at a screen instead of getting confronted. It's not /fair/. She stomps off toward Warden instead.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel seems to have been getting the heck beat out of her on her home turf but this time her self repair functions kick in and she's healing a bit, she'll need some more care but she's not as bad off as she was last time. She looks about the station for a moment as she puts her Disc on her back, locking in n place. "Good everyone call in, we didn't get anyone cubed did we?" She's looking about for a moment and notices with the power's still being drained and she flags over Mara who pops out of hiding, and she's looking a bit stunned, at the level of power everyone here threw out. She may have some questions for certain people later. For now she's getting up to the controls and looking it over trying to figure out where the power drain is going. Her eyes dart over the data. Mara finds where the energy is going. The virus was just a guard from the looks of things, so far as she can tell, she mnaipaklte the diplay checking data then sets down her own disc to copy the information she's found here for safe keeping and she calls over. "The power's just being relayed from here to another location." Deelel is meanwhile just recovering. "Heartless, this means only one things." Deelel grimaces for a moment as she looks to Warden and company. "I'd not stay long unless you want to be up to your necks in Blackguard and Sentries."

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' "Well we can have those drinks later, Artemis. They will keep. Giant bug monsters though? Oh that doesn't stay there forever!" Warden seems to be in excelent spirits for one who just nearly got murdered by a Heartless. "Personally I don't have any idea how it works either, but I'll leave that to the experts. How to /use/ it however..." He glances around. "...powers of Neptune. I love new worlds." So much fun to plunder! Once you figure out how at least. That'll come later. And yes. He does make nigh everything out of rum. Its medicinal!! There is a touch of amusement as Chere attempts to accost Avira once again before he shakes his head. "They are right. I'm sure whatever passes for the Royal Navy here will be down soon. Unless they simply decide that a cannonade is a better solution." Leaving might be good. First however... His grin is pure /feline/ as he winks once towards Chere and Artemis. His footsteps carry him over towards Deelel and Avira. Once near silent step takes him up behind the distracted Spine-wielder before he slides an arm around her waist from behind and leans forwards to rest his chin on her shoulder. Personal space? Whats that? "So," He drawls slowly on the heels of Deelel's statement about 'Heartless, this means only one thing.' "...just what does that mean?" Oh he might get punches/stabbed/elbowed for this. The look on her face might be worth it though.

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' Artemis quirks a brow beneath her mask as Warden invokes Neptune. Interesting. "Aye, I suppose we should be going. That was quite interesting however," she remarks with a small shrug, hand coming to rest at her hip. Warden winks then wanders toward Avira, getting up close and personal. "Tch..." Artemis doesn't look particularly amused by his trollish behavior toward Avira. "It was good to see you again, Avira. Perhaps someday we will hunt together," she says, probably before the woman breaks Warden's nose.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Only now does the face-obscuring helmet she had on slide backwards to expose Avira's face-well, mostly so she can drink that potion. She steps aside too so Mara can look into the power plant controls a bit more closely. Avira hears Aeschere say her name and looks up. "...what? Oh, you...look, now is a bad time, especially after that fight. We're going to get interrupted." And Deelel wouldn't stand for her being arrested or whatever. She turns back to lean over the consol. "Where's the power being routed to?" Warden slides up behind her and leans. She gets the distinct impression of a cat simply plopping himself down wherever he wanted. There is a beat of annoyance before she suddenly slams a low elbow back behind her, right for his gut. "You knock that off right now!" She turns into him and shoves him away with both hands afterwards. "Maybe we will...Artemis." she remembers. "It has been a while."

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' "It has indeed. Take care," she says, then gives Warden a look. Even witha mask she seem to convey her meaning of 'are you coming or what?'.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' OOPH! The air wooshes out of Warden's lungs as Avira catches him with that elbow. Oh he knew it was coming, but apparently by choice or by happenstance, he didn't quite get away in time. He's rubbing his side as he is shoved, stumbling but slightly under that helpful strength before catching himself. He rubs his side absent mindedly while his eyes dance with amusement. She's just /adorable/. "I didn't know you two knew each other." He adds idily with that half-smile still on his face before he waves a hand. "Yes yes, I'm coming. I'm coming." he adds lightly as he turns to wave over his shoulder in Avira's direction. "See you soon, Lady Wolf. Lady Brightstaff!" Like they were friends or something. Parish the thought.

:'''[[Aeschere Childs]] has posed:''' Aeschere will allow as how this is not a great time for either of them to be starting crap; there's plenty of crap to go around already. She gives Avira a somewhat confused nod, and returns her attention to the captain as Avira takes the wind out of his sails. Heh. However, he's still her ticket out of here, and she very much wants to get out of here. "Take care of yourself. I still have to collect." Who even honestly knows what the state of that particular contract is, though. Is the Queen even offering it, still? Whatever, she can worry about that later. "Warden. Out. Please?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Shadow Lords in all likely hood. You'd be wise to avoid them, there's no profit in dealing with them. You'll just likely get eaten by one of those things dead, or worse." Deelel is just looking strained then again she's been pretty beat up from the fight with the heartless. She's kinda binary in her understanding of the world, Heartless are user space virus and those who deal with them are basically that world's version of Lexus. It's how she's able to understand something so far beyond her world. "Thanks for the help." Mara looks over to Avira as she asked another question. "A location just outside the limits of Purgos. I have the data here. We need to go, Pavel's men won't miss something like this. It will be enough to bring them into this part of the city."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira makes an annoyed growling noise at Warden until he backs off and slinks away. Her face seems to be red with embarassment from the encounter. "Is it really necessary?" Avira asks as Chere walks away to join...Warden? So they're more formally working together? That's certainly not good. "...interesting. Yes, let's split and let the 'proper authorities' handle it. I don't want to run into Blackguards."

:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:''' Artemis nods to Deelel, waving farewel. She even manages to keep a straight face. The mask really helps.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' "Of course of course, out now sounds like a fine thing. Don't worry Lady Lancer, you'll collect one day!" With that and a last amused look at the growling Lady Wolf the pirate turns and starts back the way they came. Still entirely unafraid of looking different. He's a horrible person like that. ...or perhaps he's just distracted by just how /nice/ a pirate flag would look on one of the gridships. ...just a thought. Just a thought.

Power Play: The Mechanic

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:'''[[Mara]] has posed:''' Accessing Archive Data. Mara had been looking into a small power issue effecting Able's Garage in purgos where she ran into some old friend and some new ones. She'd managed to make her way back to the Garage and was trying to put some of the strangeness out of her mind. Avira and Deelel had other plans in mind to drag Mara perhaps back into the truth of the matter. Finally General Tesler also tells everyone what the real source of the problem is. Outside Abel's garage a pair of light cycles pull up and Deelel looks over her shoulder to Avira as her's comes to a halt. "All right I'll be waiting out here, just say your bringing the bike in for maintenance hopefully they won't be too over burdened with repairs and other jobs to handle something unannounced." Deelel's own bike vanishes and she rezzes something else which looks almost like art tools and seems to be working son some project or another involving the local landscape.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Talk about some bad timing! Avira had actually been 'around' when the various screens of Aragon City were suddenly filled with Tessler's announcement. Hearing it sent a shiver down her spine (both of them, really) though the content of the message had mostly directed its aggression against the Renegade. Of course, the Renegade wasn't to blame at all-it was those mysterious thugs and their (apparently weird for the Grid) weapons. Avira slows to a stop and dismounts from her bike, the helmet of her suit sliding back to reveal her face. The circuit lines on her suit still glow pale white though the Spine is nowhere in sight, now fully camoflaged into her suit. Hopefully she wouldn't need to pull a weapon because she'd have to resort to using the disc to fight with-something Avira was actually not that good at. "Got it." Avira says, stepping back to let the bike derez back into baton form. Turning it over in her hand, she casually walks into the garage. "Ummm...helloooooo?" she calls out awkwardly.

:'''[[Mara]] has posed:''' Calling it a Garage may be more Flynn's doing long, long ago. Why? Because it's more like a factory then an Garage there are dozens of huge hulking red lined light tanks being worked on, light trucks, cars, even light jets, also row after row of light cycles are being worked on the the various programs that work here. There are milling about but a male program with a odd bowl hair cut looks up from where he's working and calls out to her. "Greetings, welcome to Able's Garage? What do you need? You break em, we fix em." The program seems to be pleasant enough but there's something about he says Able that hints at some level of sadness. Deelel would have spoken of Able and how he was one of the first programs Flynn made after Clu, and just how respected and honestly he was loved by the population of Argon. One could only guess how his loss would have effected the basics who worked for him. The odd thing is he has some semi transparent gear with a green tent over his eyes like goggles and about his wrist displaying some other data likely about the bike he's working on right now.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Seeing the array of CLU-aligned tanks gives Avira some pause. It'd been quite some time since the incident with Mercade and beyond that, aside from a meatspace association with the 'Renegade', there really wasn't any reason she'd catch heat from CLU. ...being a User aside. Still, she had nothing to worry about and relaxes. "Hello! It's my Light Cycle, it could use a real tune-up." Avira says, letting the baton flip over her palm in her hand. "Figured...better come to the best." She looks over at the tanks in the garage, her mouth drawing into a worried frown. "...if you can fit me in, that is." As she looks, she also scans around for Mara.

:'''[[Mara]] has posed:''' The male program grins at that. "You'll not find better even in Tron city." He notes before a teal haired woman comes up to the pair and speaks up. "Zed, thanks. I'll deal with our customer here. There's somethings I want to talk to her about." Mara seems friendly enough she's down right pleasant really "First I wanted to say thank you for your help, and you say you need your light cycle worked on I'll handle it. The name is Mara, and I never caught your name." She offers Avira her hand for a shake and seems to be taking a look over her for a moment.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira can't help but think 'there's a Tron city'? Does TRON know about this..? She'll have to figure that out later. Casually, she passes the baton over to Zed. Or she starts to before Mara intercepts his potential customer. The friendliness is encouraging but her words elicit a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Despite that, she smiles. "Oh?" So much for remaining unconnected, but at least Mara seemed thankful to be out of that small spot. Avira transfers the light bike baton to her left hand and shakes Mara's with her right. "Avira. My name is Avira." Still smiling, she offers the baton. "How have you been holding up?"

:'''[[Mara]] has posed:''' Mara looks to Avira as she intercept the Baton and moves for one of the opnf the few free stalls and gestures for Avira to follow her as she takes the baton from her. She takes a deep breath, an oddly human thing one wouldn't expect a program who hadn't been outside to do before she says. "IT's been hard since Able died to be honest." She rezzes the bike and gets ready to work on it. "Still you and your friends were something it's strange to see that many combat able progames these days seemingly still freelance."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Inwardly, Avira breathes a sigh of relief. Maybe, in the confusion, Mara had been so blinded by her anger with the Renegade to notice. That would work out good for her, wouldn't it? That reaction still betrayed a very weary-sounding response before its even said. "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. I ran into a program named Beck the other day. He seemed pretty worried about this place." After a moment she adds, "And worried about you." But she laughs off the note about freelancing with a friendly laugh. "Well...someone's gotta step up and do the right thing, right? Especially in Purgos." the worried look returns. "That place is really dangerous lately. Did the outages bring you out there?"

:'''[[Mara]] has posed:''' Mara says "Beck? So you know him?" She warms up a little bit at that but him being Worried. "Look someone has to keep the Garage together and that someone is me, his concern's touching but I know hwat I'm doing." She gets to work on the bike and just scares. "When was the last time you did maitnace ont his thing it looks like it's not seen any for half a cycle and what has it been driven over?" She gets to work as the talk contiunes. "The outages have been effective the Garage and General Tesler will not tolerate delays on any order he puts in here." She smiles at Avira's comment as she works. "Purgos was a boom town before the purge, it went bad after Flynn vanished."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Yes. I've run into him a few times before. Yesterday included." She tries to pass it off as casual, again. Don't make her seem like she knows Beck too well-frankly, she doesn't. That's easy. "W..well, it's not just the garage. It's you too. That he's worried about." After a few moments, she reacts with embarassment. "Well. Uh. It's been around Purgos a few times. Been...pretty busy lately...No time to bring it in." She considers adding more excuses but figures that's enough. Speaking of excuses though-Avira frowns. "...well that's a little unfair. Don't they know the outages are effecting the garage?" Placing her hands on her hips, she turns away from Mara and the bike to look at the vast array of parked tanks. "Then again.." she says quietly, "...I'm not sure Tessler would be known for being fair anyway." She tilts her head, "Did you find anything while you were in Purgos?"

:'''[[Mara]] has posed:''' Mara says "He's generally the one to get into more trouble than I do." Mara actually seems amused about that still Beck cares, it's good to honestly know such. "Purgos has been busy, far too busy." She takes a tool and the entire bike goes transparent as she works. She seems to be just fiddling with parts, that would be impossible to do with something made in Avira's world. "No, he's not I intend to protect everyone here as best I can. I'm not about to lose anyone to the games. We all lost enough friends already. Actually I did it. Looks like whoever behind it has got into Purgos energy distribution station. That's the most logical place to tap the city's energy grid." The power then without warning flickers as the garage goes dark for a moment and it boots back up. "It's getting more common. At this rate they are going to start rationing energy to the non military programs." She doesn't seem happy about this as she keeps working on Avira's bike. Mara pauses for a moment as another question hits her mind. "So what city are you from, and how did you know that Deejay?"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Really?" Avira laughs. "I wouldn't have guessed it." That is a lie. Avira knows firsthand that Beck gets into trouble pretty much all the time. At least in meatspace that trouble is a little less dire. As Mara works, she can't help but be fascinated by her method and at how easily she can pick apart the bike. A marvel of programming, no doubt. "Not going to lie. Things look pretty rough in this city. I'm not in the business of pointing fingers but..." As if on queue, the power goes off, leaving them all in darkness save for the ambient light of their suits. She files away that name for later, though, assuming Beck or Deelel would know where that is. "Is that where you were trying to go? When you were in Purgos?" Mara asks a question that should be very simple for her to answer but instead, Avira pauses awkwardly. "Well, I met Deelel in a club a few cycles ago.." Quick, she needed a city! She tries to tap Deelel for that but as the seconds tick away, she starts hoping for a distraction instead. Maybe the lights will go off again.

:'''[[Mara]] has posed:''' Mara says "It's true, he's likely one of the biggest trouble makers I know." She seems a bit amused about the comment on Beck as she works. She then pulls a part flat out, and starts working on it, it's showing pixlation like when Deelel's hurt, interestingly Mara is getting it back totehter and pushes it back into place once she's done. "Yes that's where I was trying to go, till I ran into the goon squad. I have never seen weapons like those. There's a few that the Security Programs have but those are all designed to counter things like Light Tanks." Hat and Pavel shot at her once with one of those when she was going to be quartered. She looks at Mara for a moment seemingly amused, it was true entertainment programs traveled sometimes but why is Avira pausing? "Where did you meet...?"

:'''[[Mara]] has posed:''' There is thankfully for Avira, a power flicker which happens and this one lasts a bit longer than the previous one.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' As those seconds pass, Avira still manages to look natural. Nothing was wrong here, nope. "I've never seen weapons like that before either." Avira admits, "Which is strange. In my line of work you see a lot of weird things." All truthful things to say. She hasn't seen that kind of weaponry before...in the hands of Programs. Fortunately, Dee comes through for her. That, combined with the power outage distraction give her enough time. "Gallium City. It feels like forever ago now, ha ha ha..." Mara might not see how relieved Avira looks during the blackout.

:'''[[Mara]] has posed:''' Mara says "Gallium? It seems she does get around then. As for the weapons it's concerning. Who could have produced something like those?" Was Flynn up to something? Was it ISO remants or was something worse lurking out there. She doesn't want to think to o hard about that. The outage did save Avira, from getting notice but Mara does think she's a bit strange. "True the cycles do seem to go past quite fast. Let's see here It hink I almost have it but what did you do to this cycle? It looks like it's been through a small war..."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Deelel...certainly does do a lot of traveling, yes." Man, if Mara only knew the extent Deelel has traveled. Her mind would be completely blown. ..or whatever the blown mind equivalent is for Programs. Flipped bits maybe? "Those weapons, that's part of what I'm into investigating." Well, not quite, but it made a convenient excuse. "I hope to get some answers soon. Those things were...dangerous." Casually, she rests her hands on her hips. "This bike? Well...it's been a very long time since I've had it serviced." Fleeing from the games that one time a while back was likely hard on it. Including the number of other fights Deelel used her bike in offensively.

:'''[[Mara]] has posed:''' Mara would likely BSOD to hear of a program being outside the system in the world that Flynn came from. After all Flynn came from somewhere but nothing is really known by most basics about it, other than it's there. "Those weapons? Who could have developed them. I can only thing of a few people who might be able to and most of them work for Tesler or Clu." The Blackguard would have them logically and they don't which leaves a few people who are cubed or missing. If it was one of the missing ones why would he give the weapons to programs like that? "It certainly looks like it's been well used, I am still mystifed about some of the damage. You could only get that going over the outlands...but these bikes don't work there." She peers at Avira.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira's tried to be careful about what she's said to locals. She doesn't want to disrupt the system. She doesn't want to spread panic about the confusing outside or Users existing. Still, sometimes hiding the truth gets pretty tricky. "Maybe they did. Or maybe." Avira's eyes narrow. She knows of another Program that has the capability of influencing a data world like this. "Or maybe a virus created them. That's what I'm thinking...that announcement from Tessler earlier has me wondering. Of course I'm a little biased." Antivirals were like the police of the Data World if her discussions with TRON were any indication. If she was going with the freelance idea, it'd make her like a bounty hunter, right? Or a DETECTIVE. "Are you sure? Because I sure as heck haven't been driving that over the Outlands. Maybe it happened in Purgos-that sector needs some serious reformatting."

:'''[[Mara]] has posed:''' Mara stops dead in her tracks at the mention of a virus she just haults for a moment. "There's only ever been one virus on the grid. It was an ISO that glitched out, he's been long derezzed. So far as I know." Mara hopes Abraxas is cubed, it take something meddling on par with Flynn to make something like that happen again. She tries to not focus on memories of those events. She was fortnate to be so far away from the infection in Argon. She contiunes to work on it. "Maybe that's it." She doesn't seem to fully take Avira's story at face value but she'll not press on it. Avira did save her right. "Just about done here, as for the station? You and your friends are going to check that out, I take it?"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Whoah, that reaction. Avira considers admitting she didn't know that but she'd appear as a pretty crappy antivirus if she did. "Just keep this between you and me but...I think there's another one." Avira says, her voice lowered, "And I don't think it's the Renegade either." Mentally she makes a note to ask about that former virus later. No need to raise more suspicions as there were already some brewing over the condition of her bike. She keeps her voice low and answers Mara with a brief nod of the head. One hand lifts to press against her lips in a sshhing sort of motion. "The power outages cannot continue. Someone will get to the bottom of this."

:'''[[Mara]] has posed:''' Mara is just about finished he work as Avira makes the comment about there might be another virus. the Renegade was a malcontent, not a viral. She hated him but didn't want to for lack of a better term degrade a program lk that. "I see and yout hink this is involved. I'll show you and your friends the way, no I'm not taking no for an answere on this." Mara finishes up turns the bike back into it's baton forma nd hands it to Avira. "All fixed up, it should be good, jut bring it in a bit more often or you might need to fully replace it."

Power Play: A Bit of Fate

2014-01-30T23:12:25Z

Jetfire99:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2014/01/25
|Location=Purgos
|Synopsis=An unusual encounter in Purgos leads to the forces of Restoration gaining wind of an unusual situation...
|Cast of Characters=Faruja Senra, Avira, Deelel, Maira, Setzer Gabbiani, Gogo, Beck, Zero-One, Warden Thache , Mara
|Tinyplot=Power Play
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' Purgos. Even in the Grid, a world of clean lines and neon lights, there exists those places that are darker than others. Even without the trash that might litter it, Purgos evokes the mental mindscape of desperation inherent to the poor and downtrodden. Programs move quickly among the streets to their desperation. Others might stare glassy-eyed into the distance, distracted or worse. Shadows might hold dangers, or they might just hold discarded Bits. And woest of all, flickers run through Purgos, literally causing the lines of the city to dim and the everpresent thrum of existence in the Grid to slow for terrible moments. Every time it happens, Programs look around, worried and startled. Those Programs who have access to the Users have reported the loss of power in Purgos for some time. The governor of Purgos, Pavel, assures those who ask that everything will be under control and be resolved shortly. No one really believes it. Because Purgos is a hellhole. A direct example of this is the yelling coming from an alleyway, and rough, hushed demands. Something is going terribly wrong, where a female Program is surrounded by a number of others. The group seems to be generally arrayed around her in a half-circle, blocking her in while the apparent leader speaks. "You're putting queries in where they don't belong." One of them says. "Get out of here. Go back to where you belong and... Accidents won't have to happen, understand?"

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The strange things happening in Purgos isn't lost on someone who has been helping fix back up the old hidden HQ that was used by him.. and this version of TRON.. that was no longer with any of them. Not that the programs of Flynn OS ever knew he was now.. truly dead. For those who held onto the fact that maybe TRON was alive, the Renegade kept up those hope, but thanks to Cyrus' actions, including the propaganda of CLU... things were hard on the Renegade to keep hopes high. It was hard for Beck even more now to live two lives, because Mara, by the code, didn't know and could never know who his secret life was. Not after she.. not after she blamed /him/, as the Renegade, for Able's death. As for the TRON of Wise OS, who had things uploaded to him from what was once this TRON's data-- he went back to Wise OS. Something about needing to check up on someone important. Beck couldn't blame the guy, this was his war here and given all the information.. and even helping getting things fixed.. how could he ask TRON to stay? He.. he wasn't /his/ TRON. This wasn't his war. His war was something that already happened and now.. it be up to that TRON if he was going to repeat history, or change things between him and.. that.. nightmare. As lights flicker in Purgos, the Renegade moves across the roof tops. Flipping over one building over to the next and rolling as he lands. He makes his way to the edge and crouches down low, looking over the edge to see just what was going on. Because if these punks were picking on a helpless program. He have something to say to that.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' It was one of the older places on Flynn OS, it was also the worst off. In the time of Flynn it was a problem, but things had only got worse and worse since the Grid's User had vanished without a trace during Clu's uprising against him. Things just keep getting worse and worse, so bad it's actually a punishment to be in charge of the region as it's current Governor Pavel has discovered much to his dismay. General Tesler had got one good over on him to be sure. The program is staring down the goons has not gone for her disc too late, she's currently got a tinted helmet on covering her face for the moment. The only hints to her in4ity are some secondary yellow circuit line, perhaps the odd nature of her light suit's sleeves. She thinks about going to her disc, but there are too many of the goons, she's looking for a way out, as programs like this she's got little sympathy for, they were just as bad as Tesler's goon squads when she thought about it. "So that's what you think?" She seems pretty defiant but she's clearly in a whole lot of trouble here. She has to time her attempt to escape right she'll only get one shot. "You really are not processing everything are you? Think what happens. Meanwhile Deelel had got a report about more power trouble back on the grind and had rounded up whom she could to get some help with things. She had informed them there were power problems on the grid and it was something not even Clu's forces seemed to be behind, they seemed to be perplexed as anyone else, and that could mean a real problem. No power, means no life or Clu starving a lot of basics for power. The worst of it has been down in Purgos of all places so that's where she's been leading the small band to start sniffing about. Some time had passed without much of any real lead. However as they are moving down one of the streets she pauses hearing the yelling. "Hey, did you hear that?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' If there is one thing Faruja Senra hates, that's thugs and /rude/ people. Particularly those rude to Ladies. Having come to investigate the little problems in Purgos, despite his now distinctly non-rat-like form, he channels all of his rage at being effectively /shaved/ by reality into seeing this whole issue dealt with. The now glowing-bodies ex-Burmecian leaps with all of the power of one of his kind, even in /this/ form. A booted foot from above would land right on the back of the leader's hand, should he not notice, and hopefully face-plant the man right into the ground. "My /DEEPEST/ apologies, Sers and Dames. However I /did/ detect the scent of thuggery, rudeness, and a pack of honorless wretches ganging up on a Lady. Terribly sorry, but methinks ye lot deserve quite the thrashing."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Purgos is totally a hellhole. Reminds her of home! Maira arrives with Avira of course, all flocking toward the sound of /someone being OPPRESSED!/. The fire mage arrives just after Faruja does, fire shining in her hand. "I'd back off if I were you guys! OH! Hey Faruja! Oh my gosh I haven't seen you in so long! We have to catch up--er, after," she adds with a wide smile.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Being good friends with Deelel, Avira was one of the people passed on information about the Purgos problems. She'd given Deelel a hand or two before here and was no stranger to how the Grid functioned. With her experience and preparation from months ago, she's ready to operate in this space, even covertly. Separate from the path of the Renegade, mostly for reasons of safety given his infamous reputation, Avira stalks through the streets. She's activated the face-obscuring helmet for now, wary of having her face seen in this power-deprived sector of town. Her own circuit lines glow pale white, suggesting that she was an antivirus program of some kind. Indeed, if someone were to read the disc on her back, they would be told that she IS an antivirus program. Named AVIRA. "Yeah, I heard it." Avira says to Deelel, her voice warbling with slight distortion from her helmet. Maira, of course, runs off ahead of them both upon hearing the trouble. "...when /did/ I become the responsible one...?" she mutters to herself.

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' Setzer (yes, he is a man again) wasn't too sure he liked this place. Sure, it was just another wretched den of scum and villainy, but he meant the grid as a whole. What was with their suits, and why were they looking at him like he was an alien? Still, he couldn't say things were too different from the outside. Including the noises in the alleyways. It had nothing to do with him, it really hadn't, yet... "One day Setzer, you will bite off more than you can chew," he mutters to himself, even as he jogs towards the source of the noise.

:'''[[Gogo]] has posed:''' And of course, anywhere you go, there are generic people. Standard, run of the mill, oxygen thieves (or... RAM thieves... whatever) whose sole purpose in life seems to be to nod along, gawp or outright ignore you. The bastards. Anyway, this is one of those nod along types. He... she... or maybe it, the person is best described as average has attached themselves to a group of people (or person, whichever) that seems to be doing something vaguely social and is nodding along. They, she, or it is most definitely not Gogo the Famed Mimic.

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' Other Programs pass by. They don't look. They don't want to be seen showing interest. They don't want to know. They don't want to become involved. Some might call them cowards, but others understand the situation. The leader shakes his head. "It's not my job to ask questions. It's to keep nosy programs like /you/ out of out business. Now..." As others approach the glimmering alley, one of the other gang members calls out. "Hey! Someone's coming!" The leader looks up, grunting. "Who'd be that dumb?" He says, moments before Faruja bops on top of him, driving him to the ground. Those who weren't holding up the woman suddenly go for weapons. Discs and strange, purple conical devices come out, everyone looking at Faruja's entrance. "You just made made a critical error, program..." The gang leader says as he gets back to his feet. "Beat him down!" And suddenly the alleyway lights up Discs lash out and the conical Mesh Primitives begin firing rapidfire power beams at Faruja.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "Ahh, Maira, Avira, hail my friends! Yes, quite! We shalt surely catch up. Once /these/ 'gentlemen' art dealt with!" Squint! The old Church-mouse-anger is in him right about now. To avira, he grins, even as he holds his energy-pulsating lance in his hands, by now held defensively out. He leaps from his Jump victim to stand between some of the throng, and the Program being accosted. "Are ye quite alright, M'Lady?" his words are like out of some medieval themed video game. Of course, then he's being fired at. Woops! That lance comes forth, taken into a single hand. Spinning the weapon, the new-age piece of technology (thanks to the powers of world-hopping) neatly deflects the energy shots. Those that it misses are simply dodged, even as he tries to keep the Program out of harm's way. "Just a moment, fine Lady, I shall have these /knaves/ dealt with!" Leaping towards the nearest wall, the strength of Faruja's legs propels him just fast enough to defy gravity for a few moments, running along the side before tensing his legs. Leaping downwards a good five feet, he aims a sweeping strike of the blunt end of his weapon across many of the Primitives, aiming to knock weapons and wind out of them in a whirlwind of motion.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira's hand immediately smacks against her helmet's faceplate at Faruja's greeting. "Sir Faruja, I'm trying to not be a target here! If you use my name, I can't stay anonymous!" Beyond that, Avira seems less than surprised that Faruja has picked a fight with some of the locals-it's usually how he rolled, stopping persecution and oppression wherever he found it. Acting against villains without hesitation! That was the templar she knew. In this situation he was more than a little outnumbered, though. Getting over her brief irritation about being identified, Avira reached behind her and pulled the Spine off her back. While on the Grid, the sheath for the weapon had changed, becoming integrated seamlessly onto her back, as if it really was her own spine. The sharp edges of the weapon glowed white like the rest of the lines on her skintight suit. Avira charges in low, swerving beneath a hurled disk and immediately leaping into the face of one of the Basics. Time seems to slow for a moment, as her weapon is raised high, but it isn't the Spine she brings down upon the Program but her helmeted head in the form of a vicious headbutt.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks to Avira for a moment and smirks "When you became a leader, Avira. Come on I don't like the nature of these goons either." Deelel is not going for her disc yet as she follows the others in and sees the fight has started against the thugs. She goes for her disc she goes for a baton that rezzing out into a full out staff like the heavy guards uses, well it's an older model and she's vaults in heading for the programs. "No your the one who just made the critical error." She shouts. The masked program is surprised but help from not one but several other programs who were passing by. It's very much welcome however. She does seem surprised what is one of of the on again off again Deejays from the 0001001 Club is here. She never guessed she's be sticking her neck out here in Purgos. A few of them look like they are security programs? Off duty guard out slumming? She has has so many questions right now she grabs a bit of what might be pipe that has been in a bin in the ally and moves to take a swing at it, at one of the thugs. Deelel a bit behind Avira but it's clear she's going to be ploughing into the ranks of the goons.

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' Setzer would eventually finds that things were already coming to blows. Unfortunately for him, his lack of knowledge regarding the business of the Grid leave him a bit... in the dark, so to say, about who's who here. A bit of impromptu parkour sees him observing the fight from a nearby roof, trying to make heads or tails of what in the world was currently happening here.

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The Renegade stays up high, and well, other outside programs suddenly--- wait a cycle. Isn't that the user from outside that is like some kinda animal-user? ".great.." he says softly to himself, as he goes to stand up, he suddenly taken back by realizing for a moment /who/ the guys are harassing. "..Mara?" His eyes narrow behind the black visor. Ah frag they are not! Soon the Renegade goes leaping off the side of the building, with a flip of his body, he has his disc in his hand. The white lines of the disc flare online. He throws the disc down. Lands on the ground, sweeps down low to try and trip one over. Then with a back-flip catches the disc on the return, before landing down and sling it around for another guy. The Renegade then looks at the female program, at Mara. "I know you don't trust me and I'm not asking you to trust me again, but you /need/ to get out of here."

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' And then everything devolves into chaos. Faruja expertly deflects the incoming attacks, and the goons falter for a moment. The leader blinks at the skill of Faruja, trying to pull out a rod of some kind. The impact, however, throws him back, several others' shots going wide. "Security?!" The gang leader says in disbelief, before Avira headbutts him in the goddamn head. A moment later a Disc flicks down, glancing one of his group and sending them falling back with a yell as Beck drops into the middle of them, twisting to trip one and send them flying. "Ugh! How did this happen?" The leader says, looking over to one of his allies. "QUICK! Go tell the boss what's going on!" The other gang program nods, turning and running for their life while the others focus. "I don't know who you all are..." grumbles the gang leader. "But you guys don't belong in this town!" He cracks the rod over his knee, the strange mesh resolving into a shotgun-like weapon that he uses to fire clouds of disruptive energy. Like a digital shotgun. Everyone backs off, trying to get behind cover or trying to deal with the sudden influx of heroic-types.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "Bah! Anonymity! Hardly the way of a Templar!" Huff! "But I shalt attempt to control myself! Let us come up with a sobriquet some time." When they're /not/ punching and lancing Program jerks. Suddenly the thugs are packing firearms. /FIREARMS/! "Filthy cowards! Hmph! Ye whom would wield such paltr...SQUEAK!" Whap! Cue a digital shotgun blast to the chest. His changed armor, now much like swat tactical gear (only glowing!) takes the blast admirably, sending him to his not-tail. "...Suppose 'tis /one/ good thing about lacking a tail." Mutter mutter. He's already weaving spells as he leaps in to stand between Gun and Maira.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira is actually trying to stay on the periphery of this fight, at least for now. She will back up her allies and make sure they make it through this. None the less, a digital shotgun blast hits her squarely in the chest and sends her flying back several feet, landing smartly on her bottom. Grumbling, she gets back to her feet, frowning softly. "Lets take the edge off a little," she says, then calls up her protective magics, the green-white flame of protection darting from her to Avira and Faruja to line them in the light while a soft melody is sung, the notes carrying a similar protection drawn from the light of her heart to settle over her companions.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' "And they call /me/ unsubtle," The obversvation comes from the top of a building where a man sits. His legs dangling off the edge, a bottle of something or other held lightly in one hand. Dressed in the blues and greys of the Grid, but the cut of his jib is obvious to anyone who has tangled with Warden Thache before. He adjusts his tricorn, the glowing lines shimmering slightly under his touch as he peers down at the altercation that is just starting below. His eyes are the only difference from the dull greys and blues of the grid, his eyes glow with a bright almost unnatural emerald light. "What say you Mister Spooks?" He inquired of his friendly familiar the racoon who sprawls on the ledge next to him. "Should we go an get involved?" The racoon seems to ponder a moment, his own form more in like one of the smaller data packets roming the Grin. "Mmmm. More likely to shoot us than they are the...whatdoyachallems. Proggies." "True," The pirate captain answers. "True. But come on now old friend. What is the fun without the risk? The rest of them /did/ tell us to go familarise myself with the Grid didn't they?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has the intent to pull her punches enough from being lethal, with her staff she kept the staff on a lower power setting thus enough that it could smack them around pretty good if she connects with them. She's now moving in she ducks down and moves to try and trip some of the programs off, the weapons they have however. "What is ta...?" She's not seen weapons like that on the grid before, there were a few rifle like weapons but those were rare and belong to the elite security forces. Things like missile launchers or the LoL. This was like a human shotgun, that shouldn't be here. The Masked program move tyring to get away from the strange weapons, and she's trying to dodge but she wasn?t expecting something like this. She tries to bring up her pipe but it's not going to be enough. Deelel meanwhile is catch pretty hared on by the blast she's showing signs of cracks in her body and she's clearly hurt. She's still moving however she's still coming in and she's got the staff as she moves trying to get them on. She swings the staff and dives going for another trying to knock them of their feet. Deelel is also not looking so good whatever that round was? It hit her and it's having some other effect on her from the looks of it.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "....I guess that does make sense." Avira concedes with Deelel. WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY and so on. Still, she, the sensible one?! Avira smiles a hidden smile as the leader immediately assumes she's some kind of security. Though at the same time, she half expected the Renegade to get even more of the attention from these goons. Apparently this is not the case-security programs are /not/ welcome and it feels like that gun-like weapon was aimed mostly at her. "Augh!" The fullisade of shots strikes her head-on and bits of her bodysuit split and rez. If they looked closely enough, they might even see signs of blood instead of voxels. A crack has also formed upon her helmet, jagged and extending down the left side of her head. "Urgh." she groans, feeling strange-those disruptive energies, normally turned on programs, were not something Avira was unfamiliar with. It had been a very long time since she's had to face off against LEXUS though. But with Faruja's help, the strange 'virus' is purged from her system. Then, protective magics layer around her, which looks far more like wireframes filling in the damaged portions of her suit. Avira zips forward again, weaving through the alley and striking off the wall to overcome the obstacles that the thugs have started to take cover behind. She lands next to one. "Hello!" A few seconds pass and the others will see the program violently flung out from his cover.

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The Renegade quickly steps out in front of the shot when he realizes what type of weapon that is. Not the smartest thing to do, but given Mara was /right/ there, he wasn't about to let something happen to her. He raises his disc to deflect some of the shots away from his more vital area; Like his face; but the energy bolts skim across his arms, shoulder, and hip area. Voxels being scattered a bit from the impact. The TRON look alike peers over to Mara. "You need to go. Now!" Yeah. He knows who you are. How would he not. He is TRON--- ha. ha. Beck behind the renegade look clenches his teeth in pain for that split second he allows himself to feel it. How did these guys even /get/ those weapons? They were illegal weren't they? If these guys are CLU's group, does that mean CLU is now getting into things that are actually not even suppose to be accessible by programs? Great. The Renegade spins a disc at one in attempt to saw the actual weapon in half. He then runs over to the wall and runs along it to catch the disc. He flips off the wall and loops the Disc around, arching it to sling shot after two guys. Before he lands down. Flings the disc again, before, sling shotting it around at least three times in quick succession with some rapid fancy foot work.

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' The gambler was pretty happy watching the fight... well, at least until some idiot shot him. It wasn't too bad, just a scrape, but that wasn't the worse part. The jacket. The jacket was scorched. Setzer's favourite jacked was scorched. "You know..." he said, slowly reavaling himself, his hands playing with something, "I'd just sit down and check how the table was going, but /you/," he said to the shotgun-toting maniac, "had to /scorch my jacket/. So, you're going to have to pay up, one way or another." By now, whatever he was playing with was now revealed as casino chips. Sounds like he was rummaging through his pockets, and now... Truth is, Setzer did more than cards and darts. He also did pool. Which would explain the follwing trickshots with the chips, sending them ricocheting across the alley before flying straight at the ruffians. Maaaaybe some of Setzerina's personality rubbed off on Setzer.

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' The Programs look confused at all the magic flying around. Deelel sweeps forward, rampaging through the group and smashing into anyone she can reach. Several more get knocked onto their posteriors, scrambling away to try to keep distance from the melee-oriented party. It's almost like they're trying to use some tactics! Avira hammers into one of them, throwing them across the alley, sending it slamming into a wall and sliding down with a groan, insensate. the TRON-alike sends his Disc flying, causing a couple of them to drop their Mesh Primitives, the weapons derezzed as the Disc slices through them. The addition of projectile chips and darts didn't help matters, either. The gang leader grits his teeth. "This is getting out of hand." He squints a bit as he looks at Avira, staring. "Hey, those aren't... IT'S A USER! AND TRON!" He thumbs a strange green sphere from behind his back. The thing looks almost... organic, in this land of data, as it squirms in his hand, glowing with an ugly greenish light. "FALL BACK!" He calls to his allies, as he hucks it out at the enemies. The sphere explodes into a terrifying greenish haze that seems to eat at everything in the area. Through the haze, blasts fly, the gang using the deadly haze as cover to fire through it at the defenders.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja feels remarkably better, now coated in protective magics thanks to Maira. Faruja then gets to witness a man running in, with a rather scorched (if dapping!) coat. Who then flings poker chips at people. A brow rises. "...Mental note: look into martial arts where one uses poker chips." Mutters the not-rat-man to himself. Then the little cowards are retreating. "Fah! WRETCHES! COME BACK YE KNAVES, AND FIGHT LIKE NEZUMI!" Then there's a future-grenade being thrown. Even /he/ knkows what those are by now. Leaping towards Maira, he body-tackles her to the ground as the force of the explosion of haze washes over him, the man coughing and hacking up rather horrid looking fluids onto the ground. Slowly, looking /very/ sick by now thanks to his sensitive body to such chemical weapons, he staggers to his feet. "Are ye...quite alright...Maira?" He's till hacking up a lung. Then he turns to the fleeing men. "YE SHALT NOT HIDE FROM THE RIGHTEOUS, HEATHEN SCUM!" Thrust! Pillars of pure light start to fall from the heavens, causing minor explosions and craters where they fall, aimed for the fleeing men. Someone is rather displeased.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira is not well versed enough in the Grid to realize that shotgun-like weapons are actually unusual. Sure, she can recognize them as a secondary weapon since the disc always seemed to be the first choice for defense. Beck would have that detective work covered, right? Now with her own covered spot, Avira peers out, looking for other targets to leap onto. As the gang leader starts to shout about a user, Avira's blood runs cold. "Oh <GOOSEHONK>!" she exclaims with some distortion. So much for /that/ cover. True, between that and 'TRON' being here, these guys were now scared out of their pixels but word like this was bound to get around to all the wrong people. Her eyes narrow behind her helmet as she sees the strange green thing being called forth. It looks like acid and it serves as a cover for more blasts. Avira is deterred by neither. They might see flashes of her coming, weaving through the green mist unaffected. Maybe the gang leader was wrong? Maybe this really was just an antiviral program working for TRON? Curiously, Avira has not used a lick of magic while here, which may seem unusual to those familiar with her style of fighting. So far it's all been purely physical hand to hand combat or swordsmanship. Swordsmanship like right now as she closes in, unleashing several upward strokes meant to bisect the shotgun-like weapons being turned against him. "It's too late for you to run." Avira intones ominously, inwardly hoping she could follow up on that. If these guys escaped, it'd mean bad things for everyone here. Except, maybe, Warden, who is horrible.

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The Renegade suddenly noticed the orb, "..Viral data?" He almost asked himself out loud before shouting, "Everyone! Get to cover!" Not that it do much good as he raced right up the wall to get clear of the explosion. His free hand gripping the top of the building, before looking out toward the area, watching as the data got eaten away. If that-- doesn't get CLU's attention... That is when he see's another program in trouble. Noticing the users from the programs, at least when they start to voxel. He kicks off the wall and goes to pull Deelel out of the gas further to keep her out of it. Yet when he realized they yelled User, he looked in their direction. "..How did they..." Knowledge of users. Viral sphere.. The renegade's hand tightens for a moment. He tosses Deelel, not knowing who she is, something to help with the degrade of data. The renegade runs across the wall to avoid what he can, before he kicks off and leaps right at the group. He lands down in the thick of them. He throws his disc at one, throws his disc at another, before he flips off and goes to trip up another one before trying to pin them to the ground before he sneers out. Some hint of anger in his voice, with the programs reflection in the black visor. "Who are you working for?!"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira watches a grenade be launched, groaning as she moves to take cover and prepare to be blasted back and probably stabbed with shrapnel (SO much stabbing lately!). Instead, a not-rat Faruja is diving toward her, tackling her down and covering her completely from the damage of the grenade. By the time he speaks she's already working a healing spell. "I-I'm fine, thanks to you! Come now Sir Faruja, your story of righteous heroism will not end here!" she says, flashing him a smile as she stands and helps him to his feet, her healing magics blanketing him in light that seeps into his body and begins to repair his wounds. Oh, and they are running away! Which is apparently a no-no. Maira blinks, watching Avira zip around after them. "Wow, she's really gotten good here..." she remarks, plainly impressed.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' The Blast is deflected enough that the program is not harmed. The helmet takes a hit ans the female program is forced to deactivate it revealing her face. She seems to look like a woman in her 20s but that's not indicative of anything on the grid. From their point of view she could be older than any of the users here. She's got teal hair which is the same but the look ion her face isn't happy at all. "You! What are you doing here! Is this mess your doing?! Haven't you done enough to us already Renegade!" She seems to know the Renegade and has no love for the program at all, she doesn't seem to like him at all. Mara is now making move to try to get to cover, she's a smart program. She's noticed they have weapons she's never seen before, and she works on military grade hardware as part of her job. She's not going to run, she's has half a mind to club the Renegade right now but she knows that's not a good idea. She isn't running, maybe she can get answers out of the goons after her mysterious strangers are done with it, and before Pavel's goons show up. Given the Renegade tends to actually draw the troops into places they normally stay clear of. Deelel on the other hand has taken a shotgun blast and is still recovering from that, she's also taken note of there's others whose jumped int, it's a fairly even fight for the most part, but where did those weapons come from? That bothered Deelel a heck of a lot. "Those weapons where did you get those! Not even Clu's personal Blackguard have anything like that!" It's clear there's some outside influence she doesn't expect an honest answer out of the goons yet but well they do have discs after all. If it really came to it, they might be able to find out but that makes her concerned to go that far. She readies her staff again and starts to move in. She hears one of them call out, wait? What the Mac is this? They know most natives of the Flynn OS only know Flynn as the creator. The weapons with this leads to think they are not from Flynn OS but perhaps from Wise and that raises a lot of questions. Or could it be the Shinra OS? That's also possible as well but then comes the heavy weapons fire and Deelel's torn in to she's able to dodge a lot of the fire but not all. He's caught with several blasts and it's pretty bad the shots at first don't seems o do something visible but it's clear she's hurt as successful shots hit the multimedia program she's clearly losing voxels from the wounds the strange nature of the weapons is eating at her and she's still fighting going right at the thugs as they try to flee. "You just ... glitched up you null unit!" That's when the staff work comes into play and Deelel is making to smack more of these guys silly and hopefully if she's lucky disarm a few.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' Warden continues to watch the fight unfold below him. He winces at the hits Faruja takes, then facepalms at the rats continued shouting. At least he was stubborn enough not to die. Yet at least. Finally he pulls himself to his feet and rolls his kneck to the left for a moment. "I'm bored." He finally declares towards Spooks. Who sighs. He knows what that means. Warden simply steps off the edge of the building and lets gravity work with him. Plummeting down and down and down towards the mess below him. Ten feet from the ground the systems in his boots activate, just enough to slow him to a safer speed. He lands in a three point couch not two feet infront of Avira, his cloak fluttering slightly in the breeze of his decent. The outline of the dragon skull and crossbones on the back of his coat is edged in glowing blue. In one fluid motion he stands, emerald eyes fixed on the swordswoman. "Evening Lady Wolf." His hands raise, each filled with a multi-veined pistol. A weapon bright and glowing. Avira and others might just be able to see the smouldering glow down the barrel. The pirate smiles, and then fires without another warning. A single packet of descructive programing is sent towards...the rogue and strange programs that are preparing to fire once again towards the little group of interlopers. "I love it when you try to sound indimidating," He adds towards Avira. "Its /adorable/." Again that mocking grin before half turns to touch the barrel of his smoking pistol to the brim of his hat in salute towards Maira. Then he is leaping up again and away.

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' Setzer wasn't quite far enough to avoide the nasty surprise, but at least he was spared from the worse effects of the thing. Suffice to say, he wasn't happy with the fact that they seemed to have some pretty dirty tricks of their own. That was... strange. Most ruffians he saw weren't that well-equipped, so why did these ones...? But either way, questioning would come later. For now, their actions meant that he could stop holding back as well. Climbing a bit higher to get a clan shot away from the greenish cloud, Setzer drew his arm back as he prepared to throw a flurry of cards against the brigands, doing... something.

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' Magic explodes from the ground, chasing after the goons who are in full flight at this point. Faruja scatters them with his power, and the leader raises the Suppression weapon moments before Avira cuts it in half and cuts into him, leaving a long wound as he staggers back. The weapon derezzes, and the man gasps, reaching for his Disc... When Beck's Disc smashes through one of the gangers, derezzing them, then another. The leader yells, "RUN! RUN YOU FRAGGING NULLS!" He turns to do so himself, but it's too late. The crunching noise of Deelel's staff echoes through the alley. Two more slump to the ground, joining the first to fall. Warden ensures one less program escapes, catching them in the back with a burst of destructive energy, and the gang member vanishes, derezzing a moment later. A rain of cards come flying down, crashing into the remaining escapees and knocking them down, wounded heavily. Which leaves the leader, who's being shaken roughly by the guy who looks like TRON. "Whoa, whoa! Look, let's make a deal... You guys don't derez us, and I'll tell you who I work for."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Hearing the Deelel is hurt badly over the radio, Maira's next set of actions are decided. She scans the area for the program, healing ready, rushing like a wave of healing fire (yes, you heard me, healing fire) toward the program. Then....THEN...Then Warden shows up!? What!? WHAAAT!? Not only does he show up, he attacks their enemy! Confusion solidifies. Maira sputters as he salutes her, raising a hand to wave dumbly at him. Really, what the <goosehonk>?! Well, don't look a gift pirate in the mouth, she guesses?

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' "Er..." He corrects himself. "More of us..." He looks pretty nervous about this situation considering they're outnumbered, outclassed, and outpowered.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja beams a smile to Maira, giving her a small squeeze to the shoulder as he slowly staggers over to the fallen men. There's a bit of a grin on him that'd fit on many an Inquisitor. "...I /do/ hope thy leader doth not try to cheat us." That single eye widens a bit, the Templar pouring on the 'crazy' theatrics. Only to give a sharp Salute to Warden as he enters.

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' The gambler smirks. Serves them right. *bleep*s ruined his jacket.

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The TRON-looking program of the Flynn OS holds the program there. His disc held ready. "I got a better deal for you. You guys tell me right now who you work for, why you were after that program garage mechanic, and /then/ we will see if you don't get derezzed." Best he could do, is probably just tie them up and let CLU's forces have at them. They will be here soon enough, given the massive data that has been erased, deleted, and thus altered. After all, very little went on in a system that the administrator was not aware of. "Though you know, if these guys don't like your answer, I can't promise what /they/ will do."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' A number of very interesting things happen-that woman that had been being accosted immediately starts yelling at Beck-er, the 'Renegade'. "Obviously the Renegade is helping you!" Avira calls out in vain, trying to defend Beck from the teal-haired woman's displeasure. Deelel astutely points out that their weapon loadout is unusual. This is filed away for later as her friendly program interrogates their opponents. THEN WARDEN SHOWS UP and mocks her. Avira lets out a low, distorted growl. "What are /you/ doing here!?" She seems equally irritated at his presence and the fact that he's actually helping in a way. With that little taunt, the pirate is already gone and Avira has half a mind to chase after him. But given what's just happened, splitting off from the group would be a bad idea. Avira turns to the cowering goods and keeps her weapon pointed at the ground. Even through doing this, the Spine manages to look fairly menacing. "I am of the opinion..." she says, still trying to sound menacing, "...that you should answer the Renegade's questions as soon as possible. I also suggest that you forget that you ever saw a User here."

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' Warden rebounds from the wall that he bounced to, pushing himself further up to grab a ledge about a story above the little group. "Just passing though, Lady Wolf!" The pirate calls out cheerfully as he waves towards Faruja and Maira. God he loves the looks of confusion. "I'd recommend you do tell them the truth my poor friend." He pirate adds towards the captured program. Teasing in his voice. "They are all vicious killers with terrible ways to torture a person! That one can set a man on fire, and that one has a /vicious/ right hook!" That would be Maira and Avira. "That one is..." He pauses at Deelel. "...well you already know about disks. So thats not very fighting. However /that/ one..." He points at Faruja. "Is /very/ loud." He says this like its the worst thing of all. Digi-Spooks sighs as he swoops down and lands on Maira's head. "...yes. Before you ask. He /is/ always like this."

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' The Programs Faruja are talking to are very much unconscious. If they weren't you can bet they'd be running right now from the Templar and his associates. The eys of the leader flick towards the Disc nervously before looking back to the TRON-alike. "Whoa, whoa, look... All I was told was to keep people from poking around in the Boss' business. You might have heard of him. He runs this town." He glances over at Avira. "Totally deleted. Didn't see a thing." He assures her.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira has a racoon creature land on her head. She giggles, reaching up to pull him down into a snuggle. It totally ruins her tough image.

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' Beck behind it all, will have to thank Avira later. Not only for trying to speak some sense into Mara-- though it be hard to do-- but also for helping on the intimidation level. He was still learning this fine art, but given now there was no TRON to mentor him, he had to start stepping up his gain to truly become the next TRON of Flynn OS. The Renegade holds him there and he'll have to use the data files at the HQ to find out who this guy was talking about. But that didn't answer about the user deal. That and he knew fully well that their data disc would still hold the data.. but there wasn't time to yank the data off the disc. "..If I had more time.. I would pull the data right from your disc to make sure your being honest.. thankful.. or perhaps unthankfully for you.. CLU's forces will be here soon." The Renegade then stands up and takes a step back. "Get out of here and tell your boss that if bothers citizens again, he will deal with me directly... or her." He points his disc at Avira. "..she is a very vicious security program." The Renegade took another step back. "Now get lost."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is hurt very badly with the gangers koed or cubed. Their remains litter the alley way she slumps to her knees trying to hold one of her wounds. The light staff clatters to the ground as some of Deelel's own cubes join the rest of those from the dead thugs. She's kinda going to need some help at this point. Thankfully there is some from Maira it stabilizes her out right and causes her own self repair systems to start working at least somewhat. Something about the weapons seem to hinder how well Maira's healing works however. Deelel gasps, more out of habit than need to her friend. "Thank... you." Mara now pokes her head out from cover now that the fight's stopped she'd seen how badly mauled Deelel is, she's still surprised a bit that Deelel was able to fight as well as she did but then again Deelel had been someone in the background for the most part. "We're going to need to get her to a med centre, and thank you. There have been power outages effecting Abel's Garage to the point we can't get our orders done on time. It's going to get us all into a lot of trouble with General Tesler." She does not seem happy about things at all and she's glaring Daggers at The Renegade already. "I half expect you have something to do with these problems as it is! He's already got enough programs derezzed." She looks at the strange collection of people and user she kind blinks at some of the terms they are using. User? She's got no idea about that. She gets up "Whatever your boss is up to is putting everyone I'm responsible for at risk that's why I'm here. So spill it." She does seem to be thankful of the other's help, but there's no love or trust for the Renegade at all there's something clearly going on here. "Also ID's Mara, I run Able's garage, now." She goes over to Deelel to lend her a hand, the other Basic is going to need to be moved after all.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Warden I think you need to stop telling these Programs things." Avira calls up at the expositing pirate. She seems almost...nervous now? "And passing through? I've got half a mind to assume that you are following me, pirate." It couldn't be that, right? "Good, good." she murmurs at the Program as he quickly admits that no, he didn't see any Users 'round here. Now whether or not he'd stick to that... The 'Vicious security program' smiles beneath her helmet, but otherwise remains silent as she watches Mara and her reaction to the Renegade. Interesting-if Avira had it right, that garage was serving that General guy the Renegade was fighting against. After a moment she adds, "We're going to need to move soon too, won't we? I want to avoid a run-in with Tesler's forces as much as the next Program."

:'''[[Zero-One]] has posed:''' "Look, if CLU's guys are coming we're all in trouble if we get caught here." The leader comments. "I'm getting out of here while I still can. You should too... Unless you /like/ self-termination." The gang leader quickly shakes the least-pummeled members of his group awake, and then they pick up the others and clear out. It doesn't take long until the only ones in the alley are the Program they rescued and each other. And the heavy feeling /something/ unpleasant is coming, as the neon lines in the area flicker and dim for a terrible moment, before coming back on.

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' Once the gang runs off he looks over to Mara and places his disc away. "..You should leave now as well.. and I am sorry about your Garage. I'll try to look into things to make sure things get worked out, but I promise you. I have nothing to do with it." Its actually /half/ the reason he is out here. "We'll also make sure she gets to a med-program." That is when the lights flicker in the area and causes Beck to pause. He is the security program now. He should be able to track down what is causing these power fluxes now that he is here, but that may take another day. He turns to Avira and the others who are still here. He then steps up to her, before handing her a baton. She has been here enough times right? She should know how to use one of these. "..if you could." He then picks up one of the weapons left behind, and tests it in his hands for a moment. Curious thing. "All of you should go now. Tesler isn't that far out. He will be here in a few cycles. If you go down that way." He motions to an ally. "..and then head left, you'll hit an old exit road out of here. You should go unseen." The Renegade then runs from the group, before jumping up a wall, flipping up on it and then running up along side of a building, before heading off into the distance and then vanishing down below.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' Wait wait. Avira is /nervous/ about something?! THAT MEANS WARDEN MUST DO IT MORE!!! ...sadly it seems there is little oppurtunity to do so. Insated the pirate sits up as the lights begins to flicker. He frows just slightly. That does not seem very pleasent. Beck's warning seems sensible enough, and the pirate has to smirk at the exit. "...not bad." He approves of random dramatic entrences and exits. "Spooks, either get your current little friend to carry you or I'm leaving you here." The pirate stands, rolling his arms as he leaps from his post to the ground to alight lightly. "So," He smirks about, not really caring about the fact that he's pissed most of the people off here. Either the'll start punching him or they won't. "Which way shall we go?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Oh, they're leaving? Maira was too busy cooing over Spooks to notice at first! Woops! "Well I'll carry you if you like, but who is going to carry me!?" she asks, then begins following after the others.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira reaches behind her and presses the Spine against her back. The weapon's glow seems to deactivate and the unusual blade merges back with the suit she wears. The astute can spot the weapon still present but those less in the know are unlikely to notice it. Avira takes the baton and motions for Maira to come closer. She holds the baton in two hands and makes the motion of 'diving' forward. Before she faceplants into the ground, a light cycle forms around her. "I'm afraid..." Avira speaks up, inclining her head slightly at Warden, "...you're gonna have to get your /own/ ride. C'mon Maira."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Ooooor lightcycle! Maira grins widely and hops on, letting out a woop of glee. "Spooks do you have a little racoon helmet? That would be so cute!"

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' Setzer eyed the browning out warily. "I believe I should make myself scarce as well. I'm not really fond of this place. I'll be seeing you, ladies and gentlemen." That being said, Setzeer parkour'ed his way out of there, because the poser is too lazy to write a better farewell thing.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' Spooks wriggles a bit before hopping out of Maira's arms and flapping his way to Warden's shoulder. "Sorry! I think I'm sticking with the boss!" Warden however just raises an eyebrow as Avira simply unfolds her new toy into a /sweet ride/. His smile just grows. "My. Where do you get your wonderful toys." Then he shrugs slightly. "Suit yourself. You'll enjoy my company one day, Lady Wolf!" That mocking grin again before he turns to whip his arm out. His ropes seem to function here as well as they to anywhere as he pulls himself up into the emptyness of the streets above to make his own escape across rooftop and by shadows.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "A friend, obviously." Avira shoots back. "And hah, that'll be the day!" Once Maira has joined her on the light cycle, a top canopy slides over to encase them both. White lights flare to life on the edges of the bike and Avira takes off shortly afterwards, heading for the suggested route. Warden will notice that these light cycle things are very fast.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Mara knows that the other program is right she does need to get out of here but she doesn't seem to trust Beck that much. Nay why would she trust the program who got the father figure of everyone at the garage /killed/. She not very happy about that at all. The idea everyone should go is a good idea. "Come we need to go, now." Deelel Meanwhile is getting up and trying to go with the others. She looks to Warden for a moment and peers at him some more. "Toys, and wait what are you doing here ... we need to go." She gets on her own cycle and is going to leave much as Mara is.

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' Several minutes later..... Two programs walk down through this area. Both of them are in red and black. One of them with a cigar in his mouth, looking over a data map. The other is much younger looking, compared to the rugged cigar wielder. "..CHIEF? Are you sure we are in the right sector?" "Yeah. I'm pretty sure of it." The program states as he flips around the data map. "..Though maybe we should have made that right turn..." He then takes a step and oos as the gun on the ground. "CHIEF. Don't. You know we are only here to check things out. Besides, I don't want to get her /mad/ at you." Chief picks up the weapon anyways, before twirling it. "Don't worry, my guns are bigger then this." He says taking a puff of his cigar. "Coming through! 64 bit in a 32 world, ahhahah!!" "..and don't say that loudly!" "Or what? The administrator is going to get me. Oooo. I'm shaking in my boots!" Then the two are gone.

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' BACK AT VALK HQ!!! ...there is a random fruit bowl there. Signed: Fruit Man. THE END

Mara

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A Summoner's Journey Temple Hunt

2014-01-28T20:15:51Z

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|Location=Mt. Gagazet
|Synopsis=Deidra, was asked by Zia for help in locating several site for helping Skoll with his quest. She finally finds a lead on Shiva's Cloister, however the way up Mt. Gagazet is infested with Heartless. She puts out a call for help and gets some surprising backup as they seek to clear the way up to the Temple on the mountain.
|Cast of Characters=Deidra, Alexis Belerang, Akari Seran, Aeschere Childs, Warden Thache
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:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' So it had come at a bit of a surprise to Deidra that there had been a surprisingly not so much out of the way location to where the Temple she was seeking was. It would have been easy to get to a few weeks before had she found it sooner. This was not to be the case the mountain had come down with a rather nasty infestation of heartless which had stopped any and all travel up and down the mountains. Deidra had put out some calls for help in this matter but had received few replies on it. If any turn up that would be the question. There were more jobs than people willing to do them it seemed these days so it was a sell swords market more or less. The young Gargoyle was still on the groggy side given the hour but she'd grown used to it, an thankfully enough coffee had been something that still worked well for these late days. She stands near the base of one of the trails up her tail flicking idly as she waits. "Shouldn't be much longer if anyone else is going to show up." She kept her wings close to her back as she glanced up the mountain side, it didn't look too dangerous but then again heartless could crawl out of the wood work pretty easily she'd found.

:'''[[Alexis Belerang]] has posed:''' One might wonder just what the Ronso have been up to on Mt. Gagazet to let Heartless roam their mountain like this! What a mess, what a mess. But when a call for help comes, it's an adventurer's duty to respond! Especially because it pays the bills, and gets one experience points! XP is important, and the bonus is especially good from sidequests such as these. Now of course, there was one thing they two had not considered as well as they'd thought. "Brrr... so... so..." Alexis complains. "Cooooold." Syg completes her sentence, followed by a sneeze. The two are packed in with big fur coats that are keeping them warm. But it's still not as comfortable as they'd liked. They're both following the Gargoyle, their arms wrapped around their chests. "How many do you think there are?" Alexis clatter-teethingly asks Deidra.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' There is a cheerful whistle from back down the path. Its suprisingly chipper and bright and...its...aproaching quickly? Very quickly to be honest. Faster than any running figure should be able to be running. The reason for that is apparent as whoever it is rounds the last bend. Balanced on what can only be described as a 'hoverboard' comes what can only be described as a pirate. A cat-man pirate to be precise. His long coat fluttering in the breeze behind him, Warden Thache speeds up the trail behind the shivering adventurers. Clinging to his shoulder is the bandit-faced winged racoon by the name of Spooks that seems to be his companion, no parrots for this pirate. As he notes other figures however he slows to a stop, flourish and a stomp bringing the hoverboard to a perfct stop and into one hand before he tilts his head to one side. The bright mischivious grin appears on his face, one that reveals one sharp fang. ...he also has an impressive black eye. Lets not talk about that however. "Well well well, I wasn't the only one to be intrested by all this was I?"

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra is quite the oddity for someone whose never seen a Gargoyle before then again? Given some of the people here were hopping from world to world before the darkness came who is to say? She blows a unruly strand of blue hair out of her eyes an that?s about when people start to approach. She turns about keeping her wings up against her back. Before she takes stock of those who have arrived. She doesn?t seem bothered by the col given what's she's wearing. "That I do not know, but I do know it's been enough to keep people from safely getting up the mountain, save for supplies, one way or another it needs to be cleared up." She looks to Warden as he arrived and she looks him over for a moment she's never seen one of his kind before but whose she to talk, seriously who is she to talk about such things? "It does not sir, the deal's the same even split of the reward money, we best get moving. The sooner this is cleared up the better." She's already moving up the path her Talons having no problems finding purchase where one might have some problems with footing, but once the group is under way? They'd have the feeling they were being watched.

:'''[[Alexis Belerang]] has posed:''' Alexis and Syg are... well... not at /all/ in-tune with Shadow Lords and their members or what is really going on at any point in time. They're simple adventurers that travel from town to town, trying to remain within their level range. This doesn't always end well. But hey. What Syg does notice is that the new member of the 'party' seems to be talking to himself. But thanks to the icy winds, he can't hear just what the feline member is speaking of. "What was that?" He calls out at Warden. Alexis concerns herself more with Deidra. "Even split huh?" Hah! They are a pair that is traveling, that means more money thanks to math! Ugh, she knew that taking those mathematics courses that her boring tutors taught her would come in handy /some day/. Her daddy the king would surely not make them teach her otherwise, right? The two continue on their way, following Deidra. "Well, I don't know about you, but it seems pretty easy so far." Alexis remarks. And before Sygg can stop her, she adds; "This will be a piece of cake!"

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' Warden is a pirate. Talking to ones self is part and parcel of that contract. Espicially since eighty percent of all pirate contracts were written by Captain Sparrow. However the man spins to face the shouting figure with that same grin still on his face. He raises a hand to wave as he settles the board on his shoulder. Its cold, but perhaps his coat has cheating warming units in it. It would be typical of a pirate. Who cheats. "No need to shout!" Apparently the cat has very good ears as he starts to stroll towards the Gargoyle and her minion adventurers. However as he hears Alexis' declaration? He winces slightly. Thats just bad form. And bad luck.

:'''[[Akari Seran]] has posed:''' Snow coats the winding trails that leads up through the mountains towards the summit of the Ronso holy land. An eternal dusting of white clings to everything, from the rocky outcroppings to the ancient pillars that line the main path, as if the clouds themselves have settled upon the earth. Other than the wind, little stirs among the peaks, the frigid temperatures driving out most forms of life. The tranquility is broken only occasionally by the scampering of padding feet in the snow; some local wild life no doubt, scared off by the noisy approach of the adventuring troupe. Ahead, the trail banks upwards sharply as the group reaches one of the steeper sections of the path and those who cast their gaze ahead will find the first out of place sight in this land of ice and rock. A sharp wind whistles down through the peaks, sending a biting lance of cold through the area and stirring up what appears to be a piece of tarp or cloth resting on a snow-covered rock at the side of the road. Something about the shape of the object seems unsual, perhaps a bit familiar, but it is too difficult to make out any details from a distance.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra is on another job and she's not aware of Warden or who he might be working for. If she was aware things would get very messy, very quickly. So in this case ignorance is bliss for everyone involved. So she's moving on ahead she looks out for a moment wondering just what got Alexis's attention? "I'm sorry, didn't realize your hearing was that good. I have never run into one of your people before." She spots something ahead, the Gargoyle picks up speed dropping into run on all fours which is surprisingly fast when your think about how she's of a humanoid build for the most part as she's nearing the strange objects that's when everything goes to hell for the adventuring troupe? Why? Because that's when the heartless start exploding out of the snow like land mines all their beady yellow eyes start pop out of the snow. Deidra gets walloped by one of the first ones to show up while the rest of the seemingly Powerwilds start swarming towards the people coming p the path and they are moving pretty darn quick to start striking out or just attempting to slam into Warden, Alexis and Syg.

:'''[[Alexis Belerang]] has posed:''' "Wuh, hey, where are you going?" Alexis remarks when Deidra decides to suddenly run off on all fours. It takes a moment for her to realize just what she is running towards. Pop! pop pop pop pop! Heartless! Powerwilds!? What are powerwilds doing in a cold area like this!? "This isn't natural." Sygg is quick to remark, drawing a small handaxe from his rucksack and moving back-to-back with Alexis. The fur-coat wearing princess draws her bow and draws its string while aiming the bow down towards the ground - making it a little easier on her arms to prepare. "At least we'll warm up like this." Alexis answers him. The heartless that dare get close to Sygg suddenly meet the flat of the Axe; it's all he can muster in an attempt to push them out of the way and keep their grubby little claws away from his body. They may be newbies, but this pair does have one thing going for them; teamwork! "Alexis, you keep track of the others." Sygg calls out towards the white haired princess. "I'm trusting my back to you, Sygg." The girl returns. "You!" Still shouting - at Warden in fact. "Watch out!" Followed by a sudden assault of arrows aimed at the Heartless that try to go after the feline pirate.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' "No offence taken! My kind isn't from around here." A flash of a grin. "At all." He seems more amused by that than anything else, though he does quirk an eyebrow up lightly as the Gargoyle speeds off ahead. "Wouldn't it be better if we stayed together? Things are bound to happein if w-" ...and suddenly Heartless. "...yes. Just like that." The pirate sighs a moment as he flips the hoverboard back to the ground even as the Heartless swarm towards them all. "The name is Warden my dear!" The pirate calls towards Alexis as he stomps down on the hoverboard and jets into the sky over the heads of the tumbling Heartless. "Thank you kindly for the covering fire! We can do proper introductions after we deal with this bit of an annoyance!" Then the man smirks and angles his board down. /Into/ the mass of Heartless. He crouches across the board, diving down and intending to knock the bigger into the air. The smaller ones simply scatter them to the winds. It seems his way of dealing with this kind of annoyance is rather streightforward and to the point. Also a bit crazy, but that seems par for the course.

:'''[[Akari Seran]] has posed:''' The calm of the frozen holy land is dispelled in an instant as the Heartless launch their ambush, emerging from beneath the snow like shadowy prairie dogs. The sound of battle rings crystal clear through the peaks, clashes of metal and claw echoing off the tall snowy cliffs. And in the wake of the noise something else begins to stir. The unusual rock on the side of the road shifts slightly, sending tiny drifts of snow spilling from the ragged cloth wrapped about it. Drawn by the noise, one of the Heartless turns away from the crowd and slinks over towards the strange object, its beady yellow eyes flitting back and forth with something akin to sinister curiosity. However, upon reaching the snow-covered mound, it finds little of interest. The creature scampers up onto the rock, tilting it's bulbous head to and fro, as if staring will cause the phenomenon to repeat; again, disappointment. The Heartless turns to leave and rejoin the fray when something else catches its attention - a faint glint in the sunlight. Its claws hurriedly dig into the soft snow, almost like a dog searching for a bone, and within a few moments it unearths its prize. Hefting the treasure out into the open, it turns out to be little more than a tall clear glass bottle filled with what looks to be some brown liquid. The creature turns the bottle upside down, shaking it for a moment but is rewarded with nothing. Well, it used to be liquid. Annoyed, it smacks the bottom of the container a few times, peering inside the open neck of the bottle as if trying to puzzle out how to get at the contents. With its back turned to the rock, it doesn't see the looming shadow until the last second. A resounding boom echoes through the wintery peaks as a section of the rock extends outwards and comes down on top of the Heartless. The snow does little to cushion the earth-shattering impact and for a few worrisome moments the landscape shudders as the heavy drifts on the peaks shift and threaten to come down. Akari leans forward, still covered from head to toe in the snow that has settled on her in her slumber, and retrieves the bottle from the new crater underneath her foot where the Heartless used to be. "Mine."

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra's back on her feet and has her tablet out, she's already starting to chant in Latin as the heartless come for her and the snow starts getting ripped up as she lets lose several lightning bolts into their ranks but there's more than one person could handle alone reasonable here, it's a very good thing she's not alone here or she would get overwhelmed in short order. Alexis is getting into the fight pretty quick with Sygg. Arrows get right to the point as several Heartless are taken out and several more are pinned to the ground which would make them easy prey for a follow up attack. There are no heartless Ninja here, and these don't seem to be any Heartless summoned wilfully by any of Warden's allies or perhaps someone left them here to cause trouble? Who knows what the Pirate would know is they are coming for Warden just like everyone else and the captain would be making thing a bit hard due to his hoverboard. They are having to leap to get him. Then he comes to them and soon it's air juggling time with several unhappy heartless, they don't like this at all from the looks of it. The thing that Deidra had been going to check out, was not a thing, no but a person from the looks of thing a very unhappy person. For the heartless has stolen something they can not be forgiven for. Others have noticed the shiny now and they desire it as much as Heartless may want something, and they start to swarm towards Akari as well. More come some soldiers join the Powerwilds and they strike out trying to use force of numbers to overwhelm the adventurers who have it on them in skill.

:'''[[Alexis Belerang]] has posed:''' "Tcheh, you're welcome, 'Warden'." Alexis answers Warden, raising her head in that way only nobles do. In that 'I am better than you somehow' kind of way. There's not much time for her to really continue down the whole 'act like a noble' or 'be a prissy princess' road in a battle like this. That's when Akari pops out of the woodworks. Sygg catches sight of her - and the momentary distraction is enough for the newbie to be driven back. A Heartless Powerwild catches him in the tummy with one of its fists, causing him to double over. He quickly swipes at it with his axe to get it to back off. "They're not so tough on their own, but there's quite a few of them." Sygg remarks. Alexis helps the young man up with one hand, before she fletches an arrow at a Heartless that dares to get too close. "I remember when we could barely handle a Soldier..." Alexis answershim. Sygg grins. "Let's show them that we've grown!" The handaxe comes up, and Alexis covers the weapon through magic of her own with a burning aura. "Let's go!" The girl then turns her weapon to the skies and fires an arrow of light into the air. "Magical Arrow Striking!" Alexis cries out, like the pretty little almost magical girl princess she is. And from the skies rain many arrows of light all of the sudden. Sygg strikes forwards, bringing his burning handaxe to bear, attempting to cut to pieces anything that dares get close. And summoned by their need, Alexis' personal falcon comes swooping down from the skies, lit by holy light, trying to carve through heartless before landing on its partner's shoulder.

:'''[[Akari Seran]] has posed:''' Despite her clear declaration of ownership regarding the mostly empty bottle of frozen booze, the Heartless swarm towards the rousing titan, intent on proving her wrong. They never were very good at taking hints. Akari slowly rises from the ground, her movements accompanied by a series of sharp cracks that can either be attributed to her bones popping from lack of use or the ice that has formed over her slender body breaking away. Either way, it sounds unpleasant, but she hardly seems to notice. Several of the Heartless monkies leap at the young woman as she casually stretches, their grabby little paws reaching out to snatch the shiny bottle from her grasp but Akari's grip seems nigh unbreakable, which results in a small chain of Powerwilds dangling from her arms in a comical fashion. Some of them start to punch or kick at her sides in an effort to bring her down but this tactic doesn't fare much better. It does serve to annoy her though. A frown slowly creases Akari's snow-dusted face from beneath the ragged ponch wrapped around her shoulders, her dead white eyes furrowing deeply. "So much for taking a nap." She turns her empty glare on the Powerwilds and smirks slightly. "So you want to monkey around with me, eh? Fine!" Crouching slightly as she gathers energy into her body, Akari throws her arms wide, sending a burst of pure spiritual energy erupting outwards and scattering the Heartless in every direction with a thunderous roar. The bottle goes flying too but she doesn't even seem to mind any more. She's got something even better than booze - a fight!

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' "Would you prefer Captain?" The man calls to the sneering noble, seemingly happy with taunting any noble within a country mile. "Though I warn you Miss. If you don't introduce yourself I'm lible to make up a nickname for you!" Thats the only taunt he can manage before heartless swarms towards him. They arn't /his/ Heartless, and to be honest he couldn't care less whose they were. He was getting paid for this, and that was what really mattered. That and all the targets coming in at him. A perticularly large one looms up in his way and the man seems quite intent to barrel right into the thing face first. At the /last/ possible second he seems to simply fall over backwards, lying down compleatly on the hoverboard as he laughs. Zipping between the things legs and angling back into the sky. He leaves them something to remember him by however. As he appears on the other side of the Heartless each hand holds a pistol, the weapons spitting energy blasts into the horde as fast as they can recharge. He spins then, arcing higher as golden ropes of energy lash out from his wrists to snake around members of the horde and fling them skyward seemingly at random. Its this airborn view that gives him an excellent view of Akari's appearance and he simply blinks in suprise. That...rock...was a person? Is a person? Well he's seen things more strange than that. "At least someone here has priorities right!" He adds as he takes note of her words. Booze /is/ the important thing.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra is taking to the air at this point spreading her large bat like wings and catching an up draft trying to get out of reach. "The problem is when there's a whole swarm of them!" She calls back as she launches another chain of lighting bolts into the hordes ranks, but come they do and she's going to be left on the evasive as somehow the heartless have got it into their tiny minds to throw rapid fire snowballs at Deidra. One catches her right in the face before she can chant another spell. There's a good deal of mummy mixed into the snow right now from the heartless that have fallen already, and this is where the pain for the heartless truly begins, Alexis almost seems to blot out the sun with her shower of light arrows which rain down and pins or out right fells a number of heartless. Sygg is quick to follow up cutting them down left and right in close combat few those that evaded Alexis' attack. Warden meanwhile is dealing with the swarms of heartless coming for him. Soldiers and Powerwilds rush Warden they want something from him, they totally want something. One of the heartless makes a leap trying to grab the Captain's hat. They just totally attempted to get his hat, should the Heartless get it? It's going to run like hell trying to go up the mountain with it's prize. Akari would find she's got more coming after her perhaps they want the bottle again or perhaps they just want her heart? They hunger, eternally after all as they rush at her as she's trying to prepare for something and then the Heartless really seem to get into a frenzy as they start coming in trying to pin our heroes down and in Akari and Alexis case pin them to the ground while other heartless would try to attack them!

:'''[[Alexis Belerang]] has posed:''' Karma indeed! After Alexis and Sygg going all out, the two have foolishly exhausted themselves. After a good long burst of constant attacks, the heartless focus on them and overrun their position. One after another, they scratch and punch and push them back. Wound after wound, the two suffer, until they are finally standing back-to-back again, heaving and panting. They actually are leaning against one-another so that they don't fall over. "I... I don't like this anymore, Sygg." Alexis complains, huffing and shivering. "We gotta get through this, Princess." It appears that while Alexis has no care for Warden thinking up a nickname for her, she is too out of breath to really /do/ any introductions. "Come on, just a little more..." Maybe? The two push away from eachother. Alexis quickly aims her bow over Sygg's shoulder and takes down a nearby powerwild, as the boy grabs into his baggy and pulls out a baggy of gunpowder. "Ready." Light the fuse and run! Sizzle sizzle, KABOOOOOOOOOOOM! Followed by the Falcon coming into the midst of the explosion in an attempt to take down any heartless that dare to get too close! There's not a lot of 'action' coming from the two though, as they are trying to preserve some of their energy.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' "That just means we have to use more bullets!!" Warden calls back cheerfully towards Deidra as he does just that. There /are/ a lot of them, however the man seems more than willing to live up to his quip. He does seem to have quite a few bullets. Its the swarm of monsters however that silence him. He has other things to worry about than quips. The man spins to face the shower of monsters rushing towards him. Oh. They want a piece of him do they? One of them in perticular makes a leap for him. Wait. Not for him. "NO ONE LAYS A FINGER ON MY HAT!" His pistol comes up as he potshots the monster out of the air. Leaning forwards he screams towards the main group of the heartless. The ropes lash again, sowing chaos all though their ranks as he delivers what amounts to a full broadside of firepower into their ranks. Specificlly into the ranks of the ones advancing on Alexis.

:'''[[Akari Seran]] has posed:''' Now that she's fired up and (mostly) awake, Akari does what any good berserker would: applies excessive force. Despite her slender build, the woman's bony fists strike with enough force to shatter rock, gouging huge chunks of ice and stone from the walls of the cliff as the agile Powerwilds easily evade her wild swings. Her expression flips between amusement and frustration with every punch or kick that fails to land a hit, as if she can't tell if she's having fun or getting angry. Maybe getting angry /is/ fun for her. "Hold still you little <GOOSEHONK>!" The enraged geomancer lifts her foot and slams it into the ground, sending a violent tremor through the area that once again threatens to bring the entire mountain's cache of snow down on their heads. More importantly to her short-term goals, it might just unbalance the little blighters long enough for her to flatten them. If she causes an avalanche or two in the process, well, nothing she can't handle. Glancing around, Akari locks in on the nearest cluster of Heartless and throws herself bodily at them, arms out stretched like some crazed linebacker going for the tackle. She hits the ground in a roll, grinning broadly and chucks whatever happens to be in her arms - be it snow or shadow monkey - at the next group.

:'''[[Aeschere Childs]] has posed:''' Of course the captain invited her, she hasn't been rid of the guy for a week. The money has something to do with that, of course, but Aeschere doesn't expect that to hold out much longer unless he has something for her to /do/. And what is a pirate doing climbing a mountain, anyways? It's not even a tropical mountain, it's all glacier and bleak granite and chimneys and switchbacks. It's slow, and tiring, and whatever it is Warden's hopped up on, he didn't save her any. She hasn't caught sight of him yet, even. Up over the lip of the landing, vertically-- she won't get any more tired jumping-- she hauls herself, and pauses to take in the carnage. Must've been a pretty nice battle here she missed. Probably for the better. A pile of Heartless, a girl she doesn't know, and Oh. Oh, /joy/. She doesn't have enough breath back to properly call Akari out, she just leans on her lance and stares.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra has manage to recover from the snowballing she's taken but it had forced her back to the ground, if she'd been alone she'd have caused an avalanche but that could have caused problems with the path, and with allies? That was totally a no go there, she's back on her feet and lets out a growl her eyes turn ready and a pair of soldiers soon find she's not just a caster as she slams their heads together and they go poof in an burst of darkness. Alexis and her partner are kicking a good deal of Heartless behind all things considered as Alexis seems to be very unhappy as thing do get a bit rough, she takes down another Heartless. The bomb is set it goes off and reduces them like the two that Deidra did to darkness then nothing. Warden's hat been violated something that not even Warden would do. Slay a foe yes, mess with his hat? Never, clearly that what his actions are saying as he opens fire without mercy as he adds additional support fire to Alexis there are a heck of a lot less Heartless now as Akari comes up on the little thieving heartless that remain. They don't last long as she goes on her rampage as she smacks them about. The Monkey in her arms kinda goes poof but there's something left behind. Mummy, she can get more booze with that later and soon there is not a heartless left on the mountain side as Akari has routed the last of the horrors from beyond. Deidra seems to have calmed down as her eyes are no longer glowing red she looks about and shakes the snow off her and brings hr wings about her body like some sort of cloak. She looks to the new arrival for a moment. "That could have been a lot worse hopefully that was the last of them we'll need to make the trek up to the temple to confirm the way is clear before any supplies or pilgrims get moving again. Also, I think those heartless forfeited their rights to not be smashed, when they took your booze miss. It's like swiping Will's or Mercade's hat." She's going to start moving, but not at a pace anyone would have trouble keeping up. Seriously you don't mess with someone's personal supply of booze, or someone's hat it's just not done, right?

:'''[[Alexis Belerang]] has posed:''' Alexis and Sygg both let out a long and tired gasp of relief, and settle down on the ground for a moment, still back to back. "So tired..." Alexis complains. The two aren't out of shape, but after so much mountaineering and kicking heartless butt, these two youngsters are clearly too tired to do much else. They remain seated for a while, enjoying a small swig from thermos-cans they snagged in Manhattan at some point, and after a while they finally get up again. Alexis spends a moment to thank Warden. But in the end, the two excuse themselves and comment that they'll take up the rear. They're showing quite some bruises and scratches, so they can hardly be blamed for this. "Sorry." Sygg comments. "We won't hold you up."

:'''[[Akari Seran]] has posed:''' Even as her projectile attack pulverizes the last of the Heartless, Akari leaps to her feet and looks around like a hungry predator, ready to sink her teeth into more action. Sadly, it seems that there isn't any left to go around. "What? That's /it/? You little <GOOSEHONK> woke me up to throw a couple of punches?! <GOOSEHONK>!" Scowling hard enough to melt snow, the berserker slowly starts to wind down, a process that is impeded by her annoyance at not having anything left to fight after such a meager brawl. Muttering a string of profanity under her breath, Akari stomps over to a small pile of snow where her discarded bottle of booze has come to rest. Her hand glows red for a few moments after retrieving the container and the frozen liquor is returned to its liquid state in a rather alarming fashion. She must do this a lot, however, as the contents fail to detonate at the heat - this time. The remains of whatever was inside are drained in a single long draw before the bottle is discarded over the edge of the cliff, only to be replaced by a crumpled pack of cigarettes. Where she was keeping those is anyone's guess, as she doesn't seem to have anything resembling a pocket on the worn-out pants she wears. The woman's thumb ignites spontaneously and she holds it up to the butt, inhaling deeply from the smouldering embers before letting out a long sigh. Her free hand rests on her hip lazily and she takes another couple of draws and sighs before finally tilting her head back just far enough to speak in Aschere's direction without actually turning to look at her. "You gonna say 'hi' or just stare at my butt all day, Chera? I know it's been a while but even I have more manners than that."

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' Warden slows to a stop, landing on the ground in a skid of snow that is aimed towards the fading Heartless corpses. His guns smoke lightly in the whipping wind of the mountain and the man seems to glare at hte black things till there is nothing yet. You should respect a man's hat dammit. That'll learn em. Adjusting the tricorn on his head properly he spins the pistols before stashing them once again in his bandolier. A glance towards Deidra and the man-cat smirks slightly. "Well even if it isn't, I'm sure we've put a fair dent in their numbers." As Chere shows up the man turns to smile at her before raising one hand in salute. "Ah, there you are. Sorry about that, I would have waited for you but it seems that they Heartless had other plans. Of course you still get your cut!" He adds. The captain himself isn't hardly touched by the fight, in fact he seems in quite excellent spirits. At least compared to the angry woman who nearly lost her booze. He glances towards Akari a moment, a slightly bemused look on his feline features before letting those glittering emerald eyes of his slide back towards Chere. "So," His voice a drawl. "I take it you two know each other."

:'''[[Aeschere Childs]] has posed:''' Chera, somewhat recovered, levels a finger at the stone girl. "I dispute that." She pretends a bit of composure. "Good to see you keeping busy, Akari. You're here too with the captain?" Her glare spreads to include Warden as well. Wholly undeserved, I'm sure. "I don't need apparently to vouch for her, but we'll need to discuss my rates a bit." Yes, yes, snipe at her while she's complaing that she's out of things to hit. Perfect. No that's a terrible enough idea even for her to realize. She moderates her tone. A bit. "It, actually, is good to see you," she allows. "I'd /wondered/, a bit."

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra will make sure everyone gets a cut, she sighs a bit as Akari did help so she should get a cut, it may have to come out of her personal cut but she wasn't in this job for the money, it was to enable her to do another job for someone else. She moves along and looks at Akari for a moment and tilts her head a little bit. "You, your getting a cut, and yes its coming out of mine." Before it might spark arguments with any of the others as they head for the up the trail, in the distance the Bur-Omisace Temple becomes visible and so far so good, no more heartless will be seen it looks like the path is clear.

:'''[[Akari Seran]] has posed:''' To her credit, Akari takes the biting retort in stride. One of the few perks of being her friend is that she allows a little sass every now and then and, as it's been a few months since they last spoke, Aeschere has built up a little credit in that regards. Instead of getting angry, Akari just gives a big grin at the small girl's admission, inhaling the last of her cigarette until it burns to red embers in her fingers and breathing out a massive jet of gray smoke from her nostrils. "Worried?", she asks without turning around, her tone both playful and taunting. The geomancer ignores Deidra and Warden completely, barely even recognizing their presence and leaving the lingering question of whether or not she's working for him up in the air. She's not, of course. Until a few moments ago, she hadn't run out of booze or smokes, which meant she had no reason to put forth the effort of doing work. And, conveniently, the money necessary to buy more just happened to fall into her lap. Whatever business brought them all here is none of her concern.

:'''[[Warden Thache]] has posed:''' Warden laughs and shakes his head. "Ah Lady Lancer, I'm afraid I don't know you're friend. She just happened to be sleeping under a snow bank when the fight ponded down her door." A glance towards the crater and the carnage the geomancer left. "She took it well, all things considered." They /did/ try to take her booze. However the captain sits back to watch the friends reaquaint themselves. It seems almost more fun to watch this meeting of the minds than anything else.

:'''[[Aeschere Childs]] has posed:''' Business was never Akari's concern, that's a fundamental issue. "Worried, sure. I know you get cranky, and I like some of those towns." Nope, that's getting her nowhere already. Chera turns to the captain, but there isn't really anything to say, is there? "See, this exactly is what I'm talking about." She too indicates the carnage. "So what was it? You got bored? Too many walls and not enough ground?"

:'''[[Akari Seran]] has posed:''' Akari's cheerful demeanor starts to crack a little, her broad smile shifting slowly into a faint frown. She glances into the crumpled pack of cigarettes, tossing it aside with a curse when she finds it empty. Eventually, she turns around and levels her disapproving expression at the dark knight, even though Chera knows she doesn't need to look at her to 'see' her. It's more of a curtesy; or as close to that as she can manage. "Among other things. Still playing fetch for the high and mighty? Have they given you a proper collar yet? I bet it has pretty little sequins and everything. Come on, let's see it."

:'''[[Aeschere Childs]] has posed:''' It's funny, see, because Chera does wear a choker a lot. Not, of course, on mountain-climbing expeditions, but it'd have been nice to have a sequined collar to pitch in Akari's face. "It's like you have a crippling allergy to gainful employment! I can't go just find a hill and punch myself a house out of it." She kicks a stone fitfully in Akari's direction. The stone girl does have a way of making it chafe, though. She already spent her good retort, though, so she's reduced to cliches. "Yes. Sure. I push numbers for Mina when she manages actually to delegate a thing. You should see where that leaves me a bit of time to myself." But, no, dammit, Akari's not right. "And since when were bounties too boring for you? Plenty of heads to crack. I thought you enjoyed that."

:'''[[Akari Seran]] has posed:''' The rock hits Akari square in her exposed midriff and bounces off harmlessly. The tantrum does earn the girl another scowl, however. The bruiser just snorts at the accusations. "I do just fine. See? Just made a nice paycheck and everything." She motions in the direction of the small adventuring group which has been reduced to just Deidra and the Captain for the moment. Nevermind the fact that her contribution and subsequent earnings were completely coincidental. Things try to take her vices, she punches those things. Clean and simple. "You know damn well what the problem is," she continues. "It isn't the work you're doing, it's who you're doing it for. Just being in that place made me feel dirty."

:'''[[Aeschere Childs]] has posed:''' "You don't care where your /breakfast/ came from, why even would you care where your coin did?" Aeschere expresses sincere confusion. "They didn't ask anything of you except to not hole the bulkheads so often. They don't ask anything of /me/ except to sit in a desk maybe or go watch someone else do it somewhere." She almost isn't even angry for a second. "/This/ is what you couldn't stand? This is what /you/ couldn't stand?"

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra leaves Akari and Aeschere to catch up in private, she needs to reach the temple, deal with the pay, and also confirm the last bit of information for the other job. Hopefully this will help Skoll out as Zia had hoped. It would be nice to actually at least deliver on something, given what a chase it's been so far. She would finally have good news to give on this job.

:'''[[Akari Seran]] has posed:''' Her patience starting to wear thin, Akari snaps back at the smaller girl. "Yes! What is so hard to understand about this?! You work for the people who did everything in their power to make my life miserable back home!" The berserker's fists ball up instinctively as she vents, the sound of cracking knuckles and grinding stone equally powerful. She marches down the path as she barks out her annoyance, closing the gap between herself and Aeschere with thundering steps. "From the very first moment I arrived at that damned Academy, those prissy preening peacocks did nothing but ridicule and belittle me! Do you understand what it's like for every single sentence uttered in your direction to be a barely concealed insult? To be the butt of every joke? To be held up as an example of failure by the very people who are supposed to 'guide your development'?" Akari stops directly infront of her friend, reaching out to bury her fingers in the fabric of the smaller girl's shirt as she lifts her up onto the tips of her toes, bringing them face to face. Perhaps as a result of a bit of lingering smoke in her lungs or the beginnings of a geomantic meltdown, thin wisps of smoke start to drift out from the berserker's nostrils. A blast of intense heat washes out from her mouth as she practically screams the question into Chera's face. "DO YOU?!"

:'''[[Aeschere Childs]] has posed:''' "Imagine how much fun that must be when you /can't/ break someone in half for looking at you." Of course, Chera would presume to have any idea of the depths of Akari's personal hell. Every teenager's life is the worst life. "Kill them all, then. Who could stop you? Who /would/ stop you?" She thinks she's weathered this storm before. "Blood and ash, Akari, if you wanted me out, why not drag me? If you didn't, then what do you /care/?" Pointlessly, she pries at the girl's iron grip. "Put me down. Or off the cliff. Or whatever you usually do."

:'''[[Akari Seran]] has posed:''' For a moment, it looks like she just might take Chera up on that suggestion. Her already angry scowl contorts into a true vision of uncontrollable rage. But the dangerous build-up fails to reach critical mass and even as Akari's fists tighter further on the delicate fabric, she slowly sets the fragile lancer down on her feet. The girl leans forward, but instead of braining Aeschere with her forehead, which is what she usually does to people in this position (and frankly was quite tempted to do), the geomancer rests her head on her friends and takes a deep breath. "I'm... I'm not like that. I know how I act and all but... I don't kill people just because I don't like them. Otherwise that school would have been a crater long before the Heartless came along," she hisses with obvious venom in her tone. Akari removes her hands from Chera's shirt and places them on her shoulders instead, keeping their faces close together. She opens her mouth as if to say something but just ends up biting off the words before they come out, going through the motions of starting a sentence but not quite sure which words to use. Eventually, she just forces them out. "I'm... I'm sorry, Chera. I didn't... want you to hate me. I was forced to do things I hated all my life so... I know how that feels. <GOOSEHONK>, I just... suck at this crap, you know?"

:'''[[Aeschere Childs]] has posed:''' "It's not your specialty," that's a suitably ambiguous response. Chera doesn't sound like she meant harm with it. "If you worry about that, then leave a note or something. Seriously." It's too cold up here to stand around arguing; at least, it's too cold if you aren't a geothermal plant. "How about we let Murasame spin, and we go catch up to Warden? He's paying me anyways now."

:'''[[Akari Seran]] has posed:''' Akari grins after a moment and takes a step back, crossing her arms over her chest. "Me, leave a note? Seriously, have you ever seen a blind person's hand writing? I haven't but I'm told it would be more effective to try and chisel pictograms on the wall. As for Murasame... I've been waiting for you to say that for months." Akari drapes an arm over the little knight's shoulders and practically drags her along. "Comon. Last thing I need is for you to get sick," she pauses and looks at her for a moment. "-er. Then I'd have to cook for you and I'm not sure you're quite ready to face that beast yet."

Power Play: Dark Thoughts

2014-01-26T09:48:00Z

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Aurora's

Deelel was resting in the Aurora's recovering from her injuries. A bit about an honest report about misfit programs in Purgos with strange weapons. She'd tried to help a program who was being accosted by them and it became a full fledged brawl, and the rescue of the one they'd been harassing.

She lay there resting in the centre she would be fine to move by the next cycle, by morning. Strange thought, a very alien thought when she thought about it. Those weapons were alien to Flynn OS, she only could grasp the designs, due to her experience outside. Something was niggling at her and she didn't like it. Those weapons, the thugs knowing what a User were? It pointed to an outside influence and she was concerned who could it be? The Grid had access points from other OS ones that would lead to other systems including an access points that would allow far darker powers to enter.

Deelel sighed she needed to rest soon the cables snaked down connecting to hard points on her body, it was conforming as she prepared to enter sleep mode. Once she'd had some time to rest and recover. No when she woke she would have to start looking into things and Mara? The new owner of Abels she's proven to be quite gutsy but what was her issue with the Renegade that troubled her too. Those were her last thoughts as she was raised into the air and spread her arms a she entered sleep mode.

She's back...

2014-01-22T03:31:16Z

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:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Rabanastre! A city of commerce! A city under the iron rule of Archades! A city occasionally tormented by Heartless! Races of many stripes mix in this city, from the massive Seeqs to the slender Viera. Many clans make their home here, including the famous Monteblanc-lead clan! Of course, there is also Clan Dagda, who has grown in the past few months from its days of having only five members. Past misunderstandings had since blown over and the local authorities no longer have it out for the tiny clan. Though Avira couldn't really be considered a member anymore, having gone off to found VALKYRI, she still held a great deal of respect for Dagda. They did save her life over a year ago! Which is why Avira has come here today-to hunt down the clan and visit them! Friends are certainly free-and insisted, nonetheless-to come along.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Avira was not alone today, nay. A certain bundle of trouble from the digital world had come with her. Deelel was curious to meet Avira's friend and anyone who'd saved the life of a friend of her's? Has points in Deelel's good books. Also the way the people of this city had built it? It got Deelel's attention it was so different from her own world, or worlds that her own seemed to be a mirror of, such as Manhattan.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Avira was not alone today, nay. A certain bundle of trouble from the digital world had come with her. Deelel was curious to meet Avira's friend and anyone who'd saved the life of a friend of her's? Has points in Deelel's good books. Also the way the people of this city had built it? It got Deelel's attention it was so different from her own world, or worlds that her own seemed to be a mirror of, such as Manhattan. "It's funny how things go isn't it? If I was told, I'd be friends with several Users a few cycles ago, I'd have thought the person mad. Still you know the Sun's kinda creepy..." The PRogram follows along in good spirits from the looks of her, given what happened with Cinderlla? How could she not be? They'd been very lucky, given how dangerous Seith and LEXUS are.

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' Carrying a few boxes of mechanical parts and magical reagents is Valencia, wandering through the streets of Rabanastre apparently attempting to dodge the people wandering through the crowds as she suddenly careens into a nearby market stall causing the nu mou running it to dodge off to the side as best he can due to his relatively large bulk, and stomp frustratedly. "Come now, there's no need for -that-!" he says as Valencia slowly stands up and says, "I-It wasn't on purpose, honest!"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "If I was told over a year ago that I'd be the leader of a mercenary guild and in shape, I wouldn't have believed it either!" Avira laughs. "But...the sun? I don't get it, what makes the sun so creepy? In a way it's just another power source available to people. Most useful for plant life and things that can do photosynthesis but..." Avira seems to be winding her way through the markets, heading for a building above ground (!) that Clan Dagda had allegedly moved into. As she looks around, some commotion catches her attention as a market stall shakes from a collision. "...hey wait a second, I've heard that voice before." Frowning, she pushes her way through the dense crowd, popping out from a wall of people opposite of Valencia and the stall. "...hey! You! I haven't seen you in forever, Valencia!"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "I know but when your world naturally doesn't have one. I thought it was an explosions when I first arrived. Funny how right I was in a way about it given how stars are." She does seem to get the points about it being a free energy source, from the look on her place. "Prehaps but most basics would consider everything here to be grid bugs at first. As in serving no purpose. We're very much alike in some ways, in others we're as alien as heartless are to eachother. Humm do you know her?" Deelel follows her friend along to see just whom this mystery person is.

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' Looking up at Avira and Deelel, Valencia smiles and says, "Avira!" as she skates over momentarily using floating magic. "I haven't seen you in a good while either... Man, I should've left -notice- or something. I can't even begin to imagine how that looked to VALKYRI, going off to conduct a long study and not even... Argh." she says, frazzling her hair in frustration. "One thing. You forget ONE thing..."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Yep. It's an explosion, but it's one that's really, really far away so it's okay. Still, you can still feel the heat." Avira laughs, though struck with interest at the 'grid bugs' comparison. "Lots of people go through their whole life not knowing their purpose. For some non-Programs it would probably be a welcomed relief to be a program and to know exactly what you need to do." Avira does not specify if she falls into this category. "Of course. Deelel, this is Valencia, she's one of the members of VALKYRI! Though she has a habit of disappearing for months on end. We've been storing a lot of stuff in your lab by the way. A /lot/ of stuff." She folds her arms over her chest. "Some heads up on this kind of thing would be appreciated, Valencia! Or else someone's going to mark you as dead."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Greetings, humnan. I'm Deelel as she said and it's good to meet you Valencia." Deelel grins a little bit and takes a bit of a step back as she seems lost in thought on something, however she is aying full attention to the others. "Checking in is normally a good idea, we had people kidnapped in the past after all."

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "S-Sorry..." Valencia says, then sighs and hangs her arms. "...Like that would even cut it. I'll stay in touch from now on, no sense in this happening -again-." as she shakes her head. "I... I guess going on a wild goose chase for a heartless of a particular type is a bad idea, huh?" she says, "Turned up nothing." then shakes her head. "Either way. It's good to see you again and... If I can I'll make it up to you. Not sure how when I was gone for -months- but..."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Good, good. We worry, you know! We don't want you out there getting kidnapped or anything /horrible/. And if you are, you can bet we'll try to track you down and rescue you, you know?" She pauses, then nods in agreement. "Yeah I wouldn't go Heartless hunting without at least bringing along a buddy! Or more of your neat little magitek drone thingies." Pausing, Avira looks in deep thought, "Weeeeellllll now that you mentioned it, since you've been out our headquarters in Traverse Town has been assaulted a few times and even partially destroyed once. It could use a tuned-up security system, you know?"

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' Glint. Oooooh, someone's gotten Valencia going. "Security system you say." she says, "Well, could probably have a coded resonance system, detect magical energy... Few samples of holy energy, presence of darkness would conflict with that and cause a change in a system, flip a switch maybe channel something more traditional like elemental magic or-" then glances up and says, "...I could definitely do that, yes." with a smile. "Keep things from going completely insane back at base."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Yes, yes indeed. Destroying our headquarters seems to be a popular form of retribution against us." Avira laughs, "The other method, of course, being kidnapping though we're working on dealing with that. But yes! I suspect it would have to be fairly complex too since....well you haven't met Angantyr yet have you? He's one of our members and he is a dark knight. Meaning he has command of darkness and all. I wouldn't want our security system accidentally attacking him!"

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "Angantyr?" Valencia asks, "Well, I could probably try to key it to individual hearts but really, that's something of a tough task... Not that I can't do it though, it just might take more time is all!" she says. "Make sure that specific signatures are attacked and such."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "I wouldn't mind if it took more time. We seem to be in a bit of a lull right now with the whole 'being attacked' thing." Avira points out, "So while the bad guys have better things to do than harass us we can shore up our defenses! Anyway, think of it as a challenge." She grins and motions for Valencia to walk with her so that nu mou stops glaring at them.

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' Following along with Avira, Valencia says, "So it's really good to see you again." pause, "...I should probably explain why I went off like this." then frowns. "...It's a rival from back home. I... I think she was driven to embrace darkness by constantly being pushed to do better, and... I just tried hard, she... Probably got told any number of cruel things." then sighs. "I can't blame myself for what she did I know. But at the same time, I want to save her if I can. Somehow. Some way."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "It's good to see you, too." Avira agrees. She doesn't say anything after that, merely looking upon Valencia to explain further without any hint of judgement in her eyes. She doesn't interrupt or say anything until the woman has finished the tale of her ill-fated rival. "So you believe she's turned towards the darkness? Did you meet her again while you were out?"

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "...I... Think I have." Valencia says, "I tried to get through to her once. But... She just fled. I want to believe there's a mind in the creature I'm seeing somewhere but I have no idea if that's possible at all." frown, "I mean, it's... Not possible to restore heartless, is it?.."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' A look of sadness is seen upon Avira's face as understanding dawns. The rival wasn't just using the darkness. The rival had /become/ a Heartless. "I..." she hesitates, "I've never seen it done before, Valencia, but...I don't want to believe it can't be done. Just that we haven't figured out a way to do it quite yet...you know? There's still a whole lot we don't know about when it comes to Heartless and the world hearts and keyblades."

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "...I know." Valencia says, "Giving up hope here would just stymie any possible effort that could be used to find some way of reversing it. I know, darkness isn't as simple as some kind of... Sorcerous cure, neither are hearts. But the fact of the matter is, if I can help in any sort of way I will. Studies should be tempered with caution though... I don't want it to turn into an obsession out of guilt. That never goes anywhere good."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "I agree. Obsession can lead to some dark...dark places." Avira turns and puts a hand on Valencia's shoulder. "If there is anything the rest of us can do to help, please let us know. We will do what we can. Should you make this sort of breakthrough in releasing the process...a lot of people could be saved."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has been here as the pair of friends catch up and she's clearly paying attention to the pair as they talk. "I'd be willing belately to get a few things from back home for your HQ, Avira. I think even a few out dated turrets would be useful. Most people do not expected rezzing technology here." She smells a project of some sort or another. "Some times there's nothing you can do for those who has fallen but stop them from making their own lives worse. You can't give up hope, it be wise to be careful. What I have seen it can leard, yes to no where good."

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "Thank you." Valencia says, "It's... Good to know I have support in this, and people to catch me if I start falling too."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "You should show 'em to Valencia, Deelel, I bet she'll be really interested." Avira grins, motioning at the scientist. "Valencia, this is a friend of mine, Deelel. She's from the Grid which means she's a program made out of data!" She looks to Valencia. "We'll make sure to prevent that. We don't want to lose anymore people, especially not a fellow VALKYRI."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "I have reasons to look into such, it's strange though. It's funny some people would claim my people were without hearts. Yet I found proof I we do...and I still need to look into somethings related to that. I will, Avira. I totally will." She tilts her head a little bit, an just flat out grins. "Hi, yes she's correct we refer to our people as Basics. As I said, I'd be happy to show you. I do have a few examples of technology from home, on me. If you'd like to see."

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "A program made out of..." Valencia says, then peers at Deelel. "You've got a lot of interesting things about you then." as she vwips from place to place, examining Deelel quickly. "So what is it that you're made of exactly? Hard light? Magical constructs? Just plain metal, having your data downloaded into a robot shell?"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira says nothing to this, watching on in amusement as Valencia starts to examine Deelel. She herself eventually stops walking, hanging around outside an elaborate-looking building.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel smirks for a moment at Valenica. "I'm made of voxels as we would call them. Think like pixels but not quite I guess. We never really saw the need to study that, might be Hard light given that's how a lot of things work back home." She pauses as she pulls a baton out even s she's being looked over. "Stand back if you will." She takes a moment then presses something on the baton once no one is too close. Light comes out of the baton forming a wire-frame, which then seems to form about Deelel, and one can see the innards forming a shell eventually forms and Deelel is now hugging a very sleek looking motorcycle of some sort. She tilts her head a bit and grins. "This is a light cycle. Most common form of personal transport on the Grid."

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "Ooooooooh." Valencia says, looking at the lightcycle. "Solidified lightning magic, maybe. Some kind of propulsion system involving... Haste, lightning together, what's its top speed? How many kilogram/meters-per-second force can it sustain an impact at? How do you drive it?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel shakes her head. "Magic is alien to my world, so I'm not certain there. The engine i'm not a mechanic program I'm afraid. I'm a multi media program whose expaneded on what I was made to do. I'm still an artist though." Deelel rattles off the top speed which is pretty damn fast, beyond what most normal motor cycles would be allowed to do legally. She also gives the impact ratios as far as she knows them. "Much like you would a human made cycle would be piloted. Avira's ridden them before."

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "Oh, I see." Valencia says as she draws her fingers across the light cycle and grins. "I can feel the vertices..." she says. Wow, someone's got the nerd thing going on. "Data construct affecting the world in tangible form likely through some kind of electromagnetic resonance on a level vaguely reminiscent of a smart material, barring the fact that it's an energy construct!.. Or so I assume."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' It would feel cool to the touch much like metal realy. "Pretty much, I think so." Deelel notes, as she presses a button on the bike, the part covering her back seems to melt away ans she sits up, rather than hugging the bike like was was expecting to drive it. "I think so, I admit I'm a bit odd for basic I have a friend whose a mechanic that would know more. But he's being worked pretty hard lately back on the grid." What /was/ Beck up to aside from working for Mara at Abel's garage?

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "It's so COOL!" Valencia says, her eyes practically shining with sheer glee. "How you do make one? I want to take it apart, put it back together, and see if it -runs-!"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel laughsd at how excited Valencia is. "Not my function, but I know where we could go. It would involve a trip to my world and you? Not mentioning tyour a human or a user. Trust me, users are our Gods. The ones who made us there's no denying that but there are those who'd mean you harm. There;'d be a lot to learn about the tools needed for one. Ones for user tech wouldn't work..."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Promise you'll be our guide if we go to Argon City, Deelel. We don't want to have another incident like that one time with Mercade. That was...too close for comfort." Avira didn't know exactly what would happen if a human went through the games. Mercade was about to find out.

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "...Mercade?" Valencia asks, "Why, what happened with her? I mean... Something related to the whole, 'Grid is a bit dangerous' thing?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "That is the plan, I don't plan to let my friends go in alone. So I would be your guide there. Yes it can be dangerous at times but anyworld can be. It's a bit of a bad at the moment. So long as we don't make a fuss well find. As for mercade they went in alone and ... ended up getting in trouble with the security forces really quick. However We have a few friends, who can help get you fitted out with a functional ID disc and anything else you need." She points to the disc on her back. "Do not mess with a program's disc, /ever/. It be like me asking to probe your brain." in a way Deelel is throwing her mind at people when she fights.

:'''[[Valencia]] has posed:''' "...Huh, alright." Valencia says, "I'll do everything I can properly, no sense in mucking things up upon your first visit to a new world, right?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel grins. "Sounds like a plan." Deelel turns her ride back into a baton and falls in with th others as they prepare to move on.

Deelel

2014-01-13T08:10:41Z

Jetfire99:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Deelel
|age=425 cycles (years)
|image=Deelel in the future.png
|species=Basic (Program)
|sex=Female
|height=5 7
|weight=Error 404 information not found.
|series=Tron
|styles=Dancer
|hometown=Flynn OS
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Shard Seekers
|occupation=Artist/Game Gladiator
|quote=Greetings program, I have a question for you. How well can you play the games?
}}
Deelel is a program from Dataspace, who appears to be some sort of media editing program. However due to the state of the grid she's ended up roped into the games there held at times. She's fairly friendly for someone who is been forced into blood sport to the death. She oddly a very strong believer in the existence of the Users and this may be why MCP targeted her in the first place. She's curious about the system at large which she'd never have been able to explore, as well as the so called user world beyond even that. However, she often has trouble understanding things from the 'user' space, and the more chaotic nature of the world outside her own is quite baffling to the program. Deelel is a dangerous and agile combatant, able to endure a surprising amount of damage. She's a professional with her ID disk, which is a thrown weapon that also contains a good deal of data on her and her system ID. Also, she's quite the adept pilot with vehicles, given that some of the gladiatorial combats involved them quite heavily.

= Relationships =
===Friends===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Yurita]]||Friend||"You helped me escape from the gaming pits along with the others there. I owe you a debt I mean to repay my friend.
|-
|[[Faruja Senra]]||Comrade||"You took a hit for me that could have been fatal, you proven that there are users who care about us as much they do themsevles."
|-
|Sara-42||Awe|| I know your out there I know the darkness likely has you but I'm coming I promise you. You made me, what else I can do but come for you?
|-
|[[Isaac Hanlon]]||Friend|| A user who makes music, knows what computers are and wants to work with me to make music?! THIS WILL BE AMAZING!
|-
|[[Lily]]|| Friend || "Your garden is impressive it's art in a way I could have never thought of before."
|-
|[[TRON]]||Friend||"You have lived up to the stories and the faith we have put in you. I'm glad I was right, Tron does indeed Live."
|-
|[[Mercade Alexander]]|| Friend || "You have helped keep us all together in the goal of restoring Manhattan. You also seem to almost be a Search Program in how far you go to find the truth.
|-
|[[Percival]] || Friend || "You seem to mean well but you also seem to be damage, how could a user even a non human one be damaged in such a way?"
|-
|[[Beck]] || Friend || "It's nice not being the only one from Argon, but seriously? You need to check where you get laser parts."
|-
|[[Avira]] || Friend || "You really have stuck with TRON and I haven't you. I'm fortunate to have you as a friend, still? Why did your mother give you one of my people's names?"
|-
|[[Maira]] || Friend || "I don't think you'll ever quite get what I am but that's all right. I just hope I can properly show you my home now."
|-
|[[Paulo Mysidi]] || Friend || "Mage or should I say sage? You seem to not live up to what most users would think of one of your kinds. You clearly like to go learn things first hand."
|-
|[[Angantyr_Vespar]] || Friend || "Wrecking ball, and keyblade for hire, a good friend to have at your back and not someone you want to be on the bad side of. Still he has moved to over come, much. He also proves together was are far stronger as a group then alone."

|}

===Acquaintances===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-

|[[CADUCEUS]]||Neutral || Another program almost as old as CHIEF seems to be a medic and has expanded to handle medical aid for user as well. He seems all right.
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]|| Comrade ||"He's not even fully complied but he's out there seeking adventre already and why do his eye glaze over when I explain basic things to him?"
|-
|[[Lenn]]|| Comrade ||"Not a combatant but a very brave healer willing to get into the tick of things to support others."
|-
|[[Sabin Rene Figaro]]|| Suprise ||"I didn't know users could fight without any weapons. How did you even do some of thsoe combative moves?!
|-
|[[Leida]]|| Concern ||"The Virus infestion you seems to have been removed I hope it stays as such but still I'm wary if it tries to size you again. I'll not let it get you."
|-
|[[Ivo Galvan]]|| Comrade || "You act very strangely around women, what's up with this?"
|-
|[[Shego]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Ron? Where sort of history do you two have?!"
|-
|[[Ron Stoppable]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Shego also you can tame user space grid bugs? Woah!"
|-
|[[Zeke]]|| Like || "You may not understand what I am but you have an open mind and are crazy about water...that's still kind of scary."
|-
|[[Brooklyn]]|| Like || "You are a strange user but you fight well, I have been honored to fight along side you in the Hades cup."
|-
|[[Ping]]|| Like || "You are quite the solider and have proven your self an ally, though do try to avoid getting set on fire."
|-
|[[Aurora]]|| Curious || "A low tech world may be where your from but you seem to be very good at catching on to things. I'm curious very curious about you."
|-
|[[Tigger]]|| Curious || "Bounce, Bounce, how does one bounce like that. An agent of chaos yet on the side of order. The Masked Defender is indeed strange.
|-
|[[Evja]]|| User Error || "I have no idea what's going on these days with you but you seem far more stable now."
|-
|[[Arthur Drover]] || Acquaintance || "An interesting man with a family and a very curious job."
|-
|[[Blackbird]]|| Acquaintance || "Strange lady even for a user, she also sometimes looks at things rather funny. She does want to help but some times she seems a bit out of it..."
|-
|}

===Enemies===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-
|[[LEXUS]]|| Fear ||"He's become more than just a grid virus, he's somehow merged with that which powers the heartless. He's something too terrible to think upon for long."
|-
|[[CHIEF]]|| BSOD ||"He's been repurposed time and time again, it's no wonder he's broken yet how does he function. It seems he's starting to get better. Someone has managed to repair some of his code. But who?"
|-
|[[MCP]]|| Disgust ||"How many have been consumed or Drezzed because of you?! You used me to threaten the users. I'll not let this stand."
|-
|[[SARK]]|| Hate ||"You made me derezze others to stay alive, you enjoy watching other basics suffer at your hands. I will find you and make you answer for this."
|-
||[[Mozenrath]] || Respect || "You could back your mouth up I'm a bit shocked, you don't look the part. Still I'll not be forgetting your a major threat now."
|-
|[[Hades]] || Fatal Error || "A User's user is acting against us? How are we even going to deal with this?!"
|-
|[[Maleficent]] || Disgust || "You help to bring down worlds for your own ends and you dared to summon Clippy?! You are a monster!"
|-
|[[CLU2]] || Anger || "CLU2 what have you done? Clu what have you done to us all?!"
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Tis the Season

2014-01-07T10:17:05Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/12/23
|Location=Traverse Town - VALKYRI HQ - Main Hall
|Synopsis=Its a holiday party for VALKYRI and friends. Also someone who crashes the party and makes everyone twitch, yet behaves. Which could be even worse than him crashing things.
|Cast of Characters=Nagetta, Avira, Maira, Vespa, Minerva, Aerith, Angantyr Vespar, Seith, Raine Arland
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Holidays come in many shapes and sizes, though what passes as December or the month containing the Winter Solstice harbors a significant number of holidays. VALKYRI welcomes them all. More importantly, this time it is actually a legit party that's going down! Several of the local restaurants have provided catering for the night, generating a veritable feast placed upon the long table in the middle of the guild hall. Decorations are draped over the rafters and walls, forming streamers of many colors interspersed with elaborate weaves of tinsel. Alcohol is abundant here, the majority of it home-brewed by VALKYRI. The doors and windows are all wide open, letting in the cool air of the eternal twilight that is Traverse Town. Faint piano music plays from an unseen source (a boombox hidden under the table). Avira is already drinking. She isn't hiding herself.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Hearing about the party, Nagetta was bound to show up. There's lots of free foodd after all. Which is good, since she can devour it when she's hungry. The girl makes her way inside taking a close look around. "Hello everyone..." She's still kind of shy but does her best to speak up. Now that's taken care of she grabs a plate and begins stacking food on top of it.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira is of course in attendance! She's all dressed up an festive in a red dress she'd gotten from Macy's. It had been damaged in the event on black friday, but Maira had just reworked it so the damage was gone. Its knee length now rather than angle length, burned bits removed and replaced. Her hair is still a wild fluffy thing of curls, but she's added a few sparkley clips to decorate it. Hung throughout the hall are spigs of misteltoe, which Maira insisted on. Who knows, magic might happen! With a drink in her hand and a twirl, Maira waves to Nagetta. "Hey Nagetta! Long time no see!"

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' People were invited! And as per the old fairy tales, there must be someone who is angered by the fact that they weren't /invited/. But unlike a certain easily peeved dark Fairy, this particular individual finds this more 'amusing' than anything else. Amusing that he might be able to disturb a party during a holiday. And hey, perhaps they won't immediately try to stab him with a sword. Not that they'd get too far. Who knows how many of them it took last time to try and take him out. Surely they wouldn't want to ruin their own festivities!? AS SUCH! A Dark Portal opens outside of the VALKYRI headquarters, and a man in regal robes shows up. No deep dark armor. Not menacing look. But an old white haired elf - accessories adorning his hair. His robes are silken and... well... beautiful really. He has that whole elven snooty handsomeness going for him, pointing ears and all. It might in fact be rather difficult to recognize him at first, as the man simply walks into the HQ like he owns the place, carrying a small basket filled with Apples of all things. That, and a bottle of cider at its center. The man doesn't speak, he just walks up towards Avira, makes a small curtsey, and offers her the basket.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Hello!" Avira cheerfully waves to the lamia, completely unbothered by Nagetta. VALKYRI welcomes all races and species-well, except for Heartless. No Heartless allowed. "And welcome! Make yourself at home." Grinning, Avira steps to the front end of the VALKYRI headquarters to the door. She doesn't seem to be putting any effort into tiptoing around misteltoe. Just beyond the door, Avira spies a flicker of dark smoke, barely perceptible in the already rampant darkness. Frowning, she instinctively reaches for her weapon-only to not find it there. She wasn't going to walk around the party carrying the Spine. Not in her own headquarters. Then Seith walks in and offers a basket of apples and cider. Puzzled, Avira looks at it, then stares at Seith, not recognizing him right away. But the more she looks... "...what are you doing here?" she blurts out, unable to hide her surprise.

:'''[[Raine Arland]] has posed:''' Raine at that point stepped through the open doorway, rubbing the back of his head and grumbling to himself. "Tch, the doors were open. There goes my 'BOOM, BABY!', routine." He recovered quickly enough however and grinned as he stepped further inside, spreading his arms all wide. "The time has come, and /so have I/!" Yep. That was Raine Arland alright. He was oblivious to the potential tension that may possibly build up, being that, as Avira said; he was totally uninformed of current events and even people. "It's okay, it's okay! Let your knees buckle and your eyes tear up! The party has now officially begun!" Jerk.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira jumps back when a dark portal opens in the hall, gasping. An elf steps through, and there are very few people it could possibly be, even if she's never seen him out of his armor before. Maira gapes. Is this seriously happening?! She doesn't know how to react! Actually, wait. This is actually not that bizarre. At least he didn't break the door down. Maira moves back, frowning deeply. "Yes, what are you doing here?" she agrees, the air around her growing warmer by the moment in her alarm. Then Raine busts in at the worst/best possibly moment. Maira blinks, then facepalms gently. "Come on in Raine, it's going to be an interesting party..."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' From the side of the room, a door opens closes, and a man in armor walks through. He stares at Seith for a long moment, "Alright. So. In the interest of Christmas, two things. If you're trying to be threatening and make subtle threats towards us...just make them and get the hell out. If you're hear to make us uncomfortable by being here and participating...good luck, having Garland drop in on you while in a hot spring with a barely clad woman tends to be the starting point of trying to intimidate me...also I am sure I can wreck your <GOOSEHONK>." Angantyr, however, reaches over for... Two mugs, and fills them up with good Ale, the good shit, and hands one to Seith, and takes one himself. "Also you're standing under mistletoe."

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta takes a break from shovelling food to wave back to Maira, "How are you doing Maira. And thank you." She nods to Avira, glad that she's welcome here. "I thought the party had already begun?" She looks a bit confused at Raine's comment. It seems like several more people have arrived. She's not really familiar with them so she looks a bit uncomfortable.

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' "I wasn't invited." Seith answers Avira with a kindly smile on his face. "But you suggested I make myself at home. So I believe I will do just that. Please, accept my gift." Seith suggests to the girl without a shred of malice to his voice. He's probably enjoying the surprise and confusion more than anything. Besides, the House Of Mouse: Shadow Lords Christmas Special, isn't on until a few days from now. The man erects his posture a slight bit, while impatiently still holding out that basket. One must note that for all of his power and strength in combat, the man's arms seem a little weak and thin. How could this man possibly wield that massive scythe with such power? "Ah, Maira - is it not?" He requests to know, smiling at the girl. "I am sorry, I didn't bring a gift for you." His attention wanes away from her rather quickly to Raine. He doesn't... well... know Raine. So the man can not comment. He will just accept this as strange human habbit. Angantyr joining has a more proper smirk appear on his face. "Ah, I didn't know you would even be here." He answers the knight. "But as you can see..." He opens his arms up a little. "I did not come here for battle. And making subtle threats is a rather boring thing to do, isn't it?" The visual on the whole Garland thing is rather confusing however. That smile turns into something that might actually be assumed to be... a stiffled chuckle!? The man accepts the Ale willingly. "Thank you, my boy." Ah, just like an old man. And then the comment about the Mistletoe. "What... may I ask, would be the meaning of this Mistletoe? Is it some kind of anti-magic field?" He doesn't feel any such thing radiating from it.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira eyes Seith warily, "The party's open, anyone can attend." "Don't mind him, Nagetta, he thinks he's the life of the party." Avira asides to the lamia, making shifty eyes at Raine. Straightening, she looks back at Seith, then down at the basket. Angantyr goes ahead and Angantyrs his way into the party. If Avira had been worried about Seith's present, she certainly isn't anymore. Seith won't be getting her alone tonight. "Oh, well, the Mistletoe in this context is a symbol of love. If someone is standing under it, then they should be kissed." Avira takes a step backwards.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Where is Minerva? Why she's here she's also in that Ms Santa outfit again and she's got the Kegs already set up, with various sorts of brews and spirits for the season. She's been quite the busy sort on this. So she's quite chipper tonight and she looks as Ang, enters and she pauses for a moment looking to those under mistletoe she can't help but get a bit of a predatory grin on her face as she notices things. It's pretty clear she's like to do something about Seith, but do they really want to blow up the base again? She?s just going to gin and bear it. "It means you have to kiss the person your with under it."

:'''[[Raine Arland]] has posed:''' Raine looks up, having been the one left beside Seith as everyone else stepped back. "...Well crap."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr takes a step backwards, lifting Maira in one hand with him, and the drink in the other. He eyes the basket warrily, but doesn't say anything. Out loud. "Life sucks, then you kiss a Shadow Lord."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira looks over as Angan makes his appearance and brightens instantly, waving emphatically! At being interrupted by Garland while in a hot spring with a barely clad woman, Maira turns about the same shade as her dress and looks away! Back to Seith, apparently. Maira purses her lips, watching him. How is this the same person? "Yes...I'm Maira," she informs him, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Er...its...okay? I don't have a gift for you either?" unless that gift is a fireball. But he doesn't appear to be here to cause them trouble? Which is just /confusing/! With a sigh, Maira looks at her drink, then raises it to her lips and drinks it down. Apparently, she's going to need this for tonight! Maira looks to Raine and Seith, having discovered mistletoe. Then giggles as Angan grabs her and tows her backwards a little bit more. This is pretty much what Raine deserves.

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' "A symbol of love?" Seith mumbles, looking up at the little thing of green and planty-ness. "You would think that a Shadow Lord would be the last place to find that." The man then slowly lowers his head and notices taht everyone has either taken a step back, or is otherwise not near him. This indeed seems to leave Raine next to the man. Slowly, those eyes of his track towards the boy. He lets go of the basket and uses his foul telekinetic powers to gently put it down to the table where other gifts are gathering. "I would like to hereby remind you, that if you speak of this moment, I will kill you in your sleep." Yet, it doesn't appear like he is here to refuse the rule. "But if such is the rule of this holiday, then who am I to deny it?" Pucker up Raine! If you squint a little, Seith could easily pass for a pretty girl. Also, try not to think about just how old he is.

:'''[[Raine Arland]] has posed:''' Raine stared. And then stared some more. And then he stared some more on top of that. "Hmmmmmmm..." He brought a hand to his chin then, rubbing throughfully he stared at Seith. "...Well, I can't say I'm too fond of getting murdered in my sleep. ...But that might be kinda hard, still!" He grinned then and shrugged his shoulders. "What the hell, I bet you all are thinking; 'Ahahahaha, stupid Raine has to kiss a dude!'" The swordsman asided to the others, glancing about momentarily. "Well, lemme tell you something!" He started, gesturing to himself with a thumb. "I'm supremely confident in my own orientation! Kissing a dude is nothing!" And with that, he grabbed the dark mage by the waist and dipped him. "...Let's not make this too awkward, huh?" And then unceremoniously, he closed the distance. He actually did it. Hope no one had cameras on them.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Of course, that's the point where someone decides to invite themselves in... Said person blinks for a moment, wondering what exactly happened BEFORE this occurred. She stared for a good five seconds before making her best attempt to sneak inside. Best not to disturb this one... no matter how much she wanted to break it up with hysterical laughter. Aerith made her way toward Avira and nudged her right side with one of her elbows. "So," she whispered, "Who convinced these two to do this?"

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' Seith's hair goes a-sprawlin' as Raine dips him, and the man's eyes go wide open. While Seith is perfectly 'confident' about his own orientation, this is the kind of behavior he did not expect. After recovering from the moment of absolute /shock/, the man draws his head back and sputters; "Unhand me, you brute!" Could have fooled people about his gender though. That blush on his cheeks and all that. And that expression of words. Seith is quick to break off and proceeds to carefully ensure his clothing is still perfectly aligned. Elven OCD about cleanliness and beauty, perhaps? Within a moment, there's a napkin to his lips, as he daps the moisture away. "You people have some strange customs." He's quick to move out from underneath that darned mistletoe, lest someone else gets any bright ideas.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' As Avira steps backwards to avoid being stuck in the obligation, she sets the basket of apples and cider on the table with the rest of the food. She doesn't help herself to an apple thanks to Angantyr's worries of poison. She's not too sure he'd actually do something as lowly as poisoning on her though. Her eyes remain on Raine, "Well...?" He does it. By God, he dips Seith and kisses him. Avira's mouth drops open. Seith's fussy reaction to the attention perhaps seals it and she barks out a laugh, applauding. "Well done, /well done/. I see we are all high on holiday spirit!" Avira lifts her glass, "To the holidays!"

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' "I don't understand human customs at times either." Nagetta can sympthize with that. "I don't see what the huge deal with kissing is either." She's a lamia after all, it comes with charming people. Now that she's got as much food on her plate as possible she finally starts eating. This should keep her for a few days at least. "To the holidays." She lifts her glass as well.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith placed a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle of her own. Too bad she doesn't have a glass of her own, otherwise she'd raise it. "Yes, to the holidays!" And with that, she ruffles Avira's hair. "Seriously though. I sure came in at an opportune time, huh?"

:'''[[Raine Arland]] has posed:''' And Seith is unhanded. Raine meanwhile just-- "Pffft-bwahahahahahahaha!" -Bursts out laughing obnoxiously at the elf's reaction. "Oh man! That was pure comedy gold! You should have seen your face! Ahahahahaha!" Despite having done something super embarassing, he was too busy laughing his ass off. Either he had some thick skin, or he was just a moron. Hard to tell. Wiping his mouth, Raine casually made his way off to the side, grabbing a glass and filling it with some spirits. "To me! The greatest man on any world, ever! ...And the holidays!" Raising his glass at that, he then downed it in one go. "Woo! This is some good stuff!" And he got himself another glass before proceeding to invade the food, making himself a plate.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira laughs, covering her mouth. Oh, she can't believe it! And Raine did it with such style! And Seith fussed so girlishly! Eheheheh! Well, maybe today will just be one of those days when everything doesn't go horribly wrong! Where even the villains behave themselves! Twilight zone...? Maira raises her cup. "To the holidays!" she cheers, then drinks. Oh hey, who refilled her cup? MAGIC! Maira leans in toward Ang, lowing her voice as she gestures toward Raine. "That's the new Ivo, Raine. In case you hadn't met him," she explains. That makes perfect sense, right?

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' Seith continues to brush off his clothing and makes a little huffy sound while raising his head. "Foolish boy. You're still young." It almost feels like Seith might go into one of those famous old-person things along the lines of; 'In my days...' But he surprisingly turns it around and raises the mug that Angantyr so gracefully gave him, and raises it to the air. "To the holidays." Seems that for all the objecting, it doesn't mean he doesn't know how to have fun. Maybe he's just gotten a little lonely. It's not like he has actual family to hang around with. "And... to family."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira blinks at Seith's addition. "...To family," she agrees, looking around at her fellow VALKYRI and remembering her parents. She drinks again, then wanders over toward the tree, a bounce in her step. "Can't wait any longer! Lets do presents!"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Raine's laughing in turn makes Avira laugh a little bit harder. "Dangit Raine-" she laughs, getting herself quickly under control unless he gets dragged down into his moron-hood. It stops when Aerith ruffles her hair, which earns her a strange look from Avira. "You can all thank Minerva for the spirits-she made them herself!" Avira beams, leaning her back against the edge of the table. She sips her ale and looks to Seith, catching those words of his. Slowly, she frowns, not an angry one but just a sad one. Why does he bring this up? "Family is also very important. Especially during the holidays." Her frown deepens. Did...anyone she know have family around? Ang had family, sure, but it wasn't the kind he could talk to. Avira had family...sealed away in Atlantis. Maira's was gone. She didn't know about Minerva or Aerith. Vespa had Al?

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr stares at Raine for a long time. "Three months." He says, mysteriously, and turns towards Maira, "Oh except he is interested in the lads instead of the girls. Right." he says, shrugging towards Maira, "What the world needs is less Ivos."

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' "Family..." Nagetta's remembers her adopted father and looks down at like that sighing a bit. She still hadn't found him yet, where could he be? Not to mention her real father, who she never met. Surviving on her own wasn't much of a problem but it did get a bit lonely at times.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "I bought some wine", Vespa says mingling with everyone else. She puts her bottle of wine down getting herself a drink, perferably something with alchol in it. She hms to herself about the comment on family. They always had a big party back home during the winter soltice. she wonders where they are now.. Any this is no time to be depressed she here to have a good time and she with freinds here and that all that matters! She get all angsty after the holidays! Right now it time to eat and get drunk!

:'''[[Raine Arland]] has posed:''' Raine chuckled at the addition of family to the toast. But in the end, he said nothing. His family? ...Heh. "To family." A much calmer raise of the glass as he then took a sip. Moving away from the food table, Raine glanced at Angantyr and arched a brow. "Ho? Three months? ...Interesting." He replied just as mysteriously, grinning in the process. He also added after. "And for the record, I'm interested in chicks! ...Though I ain't gonna knock anyway for liking dudes!" He proceeded to shovel some food into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before speaking up after. "And for the love of gods, who the hell is Ivo and why do I keep getting compared to him? He sounds like a loser!"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Avira blinks at Angan, then shakes her head, laughing. "I don't know..." she offers with a shrug. Standing by the tree, Maira looks around the room again, watching every get morose. "Hey...we've all lost people...but whatever has happened, we should remember them, right? And /we/ are family now! That's important," she says with a bright smile. Right! Presents! Maira passes out the gifts she'd gotten for everyone, all wrapped up in shiny gold paper and ribbon. First, for Avira, she'd gotten a lovely silver bracelet, along with some chocolates and some knitted mittens with wolf faces on them. For Vespa, she'd made Al a knitted axe cozy, of course. For Minerva, chocolates, cookies, and a little brewers kit. For Aerith, a pink scarf made from nice soft yarn. Maira had even gotten something for Raine! He's new, but she still got him a gift. She'd hand him a box, and inside was home made cookies of various types. One is shaped like a sword. Ahaha...>.> For Nagetta, also cookies! Maira saves Ang's gift for last because she is super duper excited about it. With an excited grin she can't contain, she hands him a longish box. Inside, is a thick gold chain about the lenth of her forearm, a ruby gem that glows and flickers with an inner magical flame. At the other end, a clip, to attach it to something--gee I wonder what!? Maira just watches expectantly for everyone to open their presents. And, since she just so happens to have an extra box of cookies...she hands it to Seith. "Here...if you eat cookies..."

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' Ah yes, Family. Seith takes a long drink and casually moves over to a nearby couch to get himself situated, and tries to settle down in the most regal manner possible. Indeed, he has a reputation to uphold. He remains perfectly quiet as Maira hands out presents. No need to interupt such a moment. But when she's done and offers him cookies, he speaks up again. "Thank you my dear child." He reaches out and takes a single cookie, and then adds; "In my family, we used to have a similar little celebration like this. Back in the days..." Oh darnit. "... I won't bore you with the details." Oh god thank you. "We used to share a story about our favorite moments with our family. Our parents, or our greatest friends." He offers. He noticed the long looks on some of those present. And why he may be a villain, he's a villain on a VALKYRI Christmas Special - so he's actually being nice. He motions the drink towards Avira. "Any such memories you'd like to share?" A moment of happiness.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' For a while, no one else spoke. Then Aerith took in a breath. "My mother used to tell me stories and legends about my kind. How they lived, how they worked, how they trusted one another. I don't remember too many of them, but I remember not being so alone when she spoke of them." She smiled. "Of all the moments I spent in life, those were the best, I think."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr takes the box and opens it up, eyes widening for a bit... "Wow." he says, taking the chain in hand...and the ruby. Wow, That was some worksmanship as he connects one to the other and places it around his neck...he frowns. Hmmm...it doesn't feel right...he places the jem into a slot on his gauntlet, after a moment, and wraps the chain around his hand, so that it seems to be connected to the gauntlet. That...somehow feels right...somehow. "Thank you Maira...it is beautiful..." a pause, "I am surprised you could afford it, given your spending habbits," he teases, but only in good nature.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr also answers Seith, "I pass." without skipping a beat, or needless filler to be picked up by the autologger.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "A gift for me?", Vespa looks a bit surpised and embrassed.. She not too familar with the customs around this holdiay. "Thank you Maira! I feet guilty I didn't get you anything..", she of course tears open the wrapping and open the present seeing the axe cosy. "Oh wow this is great Maira! Thank you!", Vespa gives her a big lifting her off the floor hug! awwww.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira facepalms a little. "It goes on your keyblade, silly," she informs him. "You know you you ask me to set your blade on fire? Well, this will do that. Arthur helped me make it. That's my magic in there," she says with a grin, poking the gem a little. "As for the price...well, I've been squirreling it away for awhile..." she explains, looking down at her feet. "I'm really glad you like it. I'd like to see if it works correctly! Buuuut we should definately do that outside," she offers with a laugh. Maira is then lifted up in a big hug by Vespa, giggling breathlessly. "You're welcome!" she squeeks. Once placed down, Maira smiles to Aerith a little. She knows talking about her mom is painful.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira's not going to stop Maira from doing her presents now. She was so excited about them! Though notably she's not jumping to hand out what she might have gotten for everyone. This is Maira's moment! "In a way, after all that's happened, I think VALKYRI has become my family now. I don't want to speak for everyone but I think I can guess that's the case for a few other people here too." Her present is set on her lap and not opened immediately-she seems to be watching Maira hand Ang a present, curious for his reaction. She knows what's inside. "I think..." she says, considering Seith's suggestion, "One of the more touching memories that stayed with me was probably about a year ago. Manhattan had fallen to the darkness and my appearance had been forcefully changed. I called everyone here to meet with them and talk about what had happened and what we would do next. Everyone was just happy to see that I was alive. They didn't care that I had become a mutate, they accepted me. I should have cherished that more before than I do now, could have saved us a lot of trouble, eheh...heh."

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' "Thank you." Nagetta takes the cookies for later. She's not sure what to get Maira in return. She doesn't really know her that well. She watches as Vespa lifts her off the floor, she certainly was strong. Of course she would have to be to swing Al around in battle.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr pulls the Keyblade out of nowhere, forming with a burst of both dark and light energy as he looks at it... Oh right. That thing at the end? You can change that? He never thought about doing that... ANGANTYR UNLOCKS ALTERNITIVE KEY MODES! Victory fanfare ensures.

:'''[[Raine Arland]] has posed:''' "Huh?" Raine mumbled, staring as he was handed box. One that he had to set his glass down to take. "Oh, well that's not a surprise." And immediately, his grin came back. "I mean, I AM Raine Arland! Total Badass Extraordinaire! It's only natural that I'd get a gift! Ahahahahaha!" Laughing victoriously, the swordsman went on. "A testament to my awesome self! You have my gratitude for the reminder~" Idiot. He does however listen as Avira mentions her story. "Mutate? ...What's a mutate anyway?" He asked, tilting his head a bit curiously. Master of being out of the loop; Raine Arland! Ang's keyblade is given a look after and a whistle of appreciation. "Whoa, nice sword there."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr rolls his eyes at Raine, and sideways looks towards Seith, "You wana field this one? You seem fairly professory tonight." He assides, figuring he can distract Raine with the elf of his dreams. Also the Mutate story. He frowns, that was...yeah...

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' Seith smiles a little when Angantyr asks, and he has this slight glint in his eyes suggesting he's about to try and go for a 'joke'. A rare and elusive quality in this man. "You see Raine. When a human girl and a small band of animals from a zoo love eachother very much..." He begins. Oh god someone stop him.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira beams. She is totally going to drag him outside to make sure it works well once there is a spare moment! Maira rolls her eyes at Raine, but smiles. She's sure that's Raine-speak for Thank you. At Avira's story, Maira moves over and hugs her tightly, pressing her cheek to hers. "Aww Avira..." she says. Avira knows she's loved! "I guess I could share a story...well, um. I'll um...I'll talk about Uist," she says, which would be difficult for her, but he was never far from her thoughts. "I grew up with Uist, even though he was dead. Er, a ghost. Only I could see him, for the longest time. He was my best friend when I had none. I didn't know until almost the end that he was actually my father. He'd been watching out for me all that time....heh...I really miss him," she says, her voice cracking. She looks down, trying to stealthily wipe a tear that slipped free. She nudges Avira then, pointing to her present. "Open iiit...."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "I will hit you again." Angantyr says right towards Seith.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira narrows her eyes at Seith and throws at cookie.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "A mutate is a mutant. Well, more like a chimera that has a human mixed into it somewhere. They have wings and fur." Avira explains about the whole mutate thing. It's not exactly the best of stories to pass on, especially given Angantyr's role in all that. She hasn't forgotten. When Avira picks up on Angantyr frowning about it, she subsequently feels bad for bringing it up. Nudged, she opens the present. She is immediately taken with the mittens and pulls them onto her hands. "Aw, they're adorable, Maira, thank you."

:'''[[Raine Arland]] has posed:''' Raine listened....and smiled like an idiot, anticipating what might be a hilarious story. But then Maira threw a cookie. "Aw." Thankfully Avira explained properly, if a bit shortly, and he brought a hand to his chin, nodding to himself. "Uh-huh...that's interesting....I wonder though." He mused aloud, setting Maira's gift aside and taking up his glass again to have a sip. "...I wonder if your Soul Blade would have ended up being covered in fur if I got one from you in that state..." He was grinning teasingly at that comment.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Soul Blade?" he says, with a quirk of his eye.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is just smirking at this poing as she watches with a good deal of mirth clearly upon her face. She's been watching for a while and jus enjoyuing her booze at this point. She does raises her eye up from her drink at the mention of the soul blade. "Tis an odd term and not one that fills me with much confidence." Okay she's set the drink down at this point and glances over as the gift giving has starte which makes her smiles a bit.

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' Seith catches the cookie with a stupid grin on his face, and casually eats it. Ahh, that kind of response was more than worth it. "Now now, no violence during Christmas." Seith reminds Angantyr with a far too smug smile. "What about you Raine? Any interesting family stories?" He's been listening to the stories with no attempt to riducule them. Well, unless someone tries to get him to explain things such as Mutates again.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira groans lightly and hides her head in Avira's shoulder. "Aaand now we're dead," she moans. When Ang hears about the soul blades, she expects he'll flip.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "I have to agree with Avira on that one. You are all my family now..", she pauses thinking. "A story huh?", she hmms a bit. "Oh I got one.. A while back I left VALKRI cause well I was being a selfish idiot mostly... But you all came and found me and dragged me back here, being uncounsous at the time proably helped.",she smiles a bit taking another drink. "Avira gave me a good taking to, and I relized that I have a place here and I relized what freindship really is..", she pauses again. "Darn it I need a refill."

:'''[[Raine Arland]] has posed:''' Raine moved over to a free seat, plopping down as Seith asked him about his family. "Me? Family?" He looked off distantly in thought then. "...I can't say too much. Though I did have a sister back then. ...She was the kindest person I knew. She accepted my flaws and never judged me...." He smiled sincerely then, recalling past moments. "...Kinda makes me wish she was here with me now, you know?" Raine nodded then and looked towards Angantyr. "Soul Blade? Oh that's easy!" He laughed, immediately returning to his idiotic demeanor. "Want me to show you? I can totally do it now!" Setting his plate aside, the swordsman stood. "I need a volunteer though. Anyone? Anyone~" Oh boy.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Sure. I will even volunteer." Angantyr says, dismissing the Keyblade and crossing his arms. Did I mention Angantyr is a bear of a man.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira looks up. Well, she has GOT to see this! "Ooooh booooy..."

:'''[[Raine Arland]] has posed:''' "Awesome." Raine approached Angantyr, stopping a step away and staring up to meet his eyes. "....Heh." And that grin again. "Fair warning, this might be a little gay. Bear with me." Joking on that, Raine's left eye began to take on a glow, fluctuating from red to black and white. His expression turned serious then and he moved to Angantyr's side. He reached out with one arm towards the dark knight's chest and a magic glyph formed, seemingly unable to decide between black and white. "...This is interesting..." He mumbled to himself before shaking his head and uttering the incantation. "Paradise, is here!" And then he thrust his arm forward, through the glyph, and into Ang, though not physically. The knight would feel a strange force grasping at something inside him on a spiritual level. And then Raine pulled. There was a bright flash of light as he raised his arm and held up the result. ...A demonic looking black blade, covered in chains, as if restricting itself from the destruction it could cause. "...Nice." But there was something strange happening still. The sword's form began to fluctuate, turning white, then back to black, and back and forth. "Guh...! Crap! What the hell is this even...?" Struggling to contain it, Raine brought his other hand up and grasped the sword with both hands. "Haaaaaaaaah!" And then he 'pulled' it apart, in the end dual wielding a demonic, chained black sword in one hand, and a pure, white sword plated in what looked like angel wings. "...Damn man, you've got a complicated Soul Blade."

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa watches the display. "Neat party trick.", she not surpised at the 'compliated' part.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith blinked for a moment, wondering what was going on. When Raine started his act though, she took a few steps back. Oh yes, this would be quite dangerous... and then he pulled a sword out of him, a quite complex one indeed. She whistled as he displayed the weapons. "I wonder what mine shows." She grinned. "Then again, I bet it wouldn't be as neat."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira gawks and rushes over to see the soul bladeS! "WHOOOOAAAA......there's TWO!" she exclaims! "That's awesome!" Maira looks toward Angan, a little worried. "Doesn't that feel so weird?" she asks just above a whisper.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr clenches a fist when things get...personal... Especially, when a hand is thrust inside of his being. He controls his natural inclanation, IE to deck him in the face. However, the man pulls out the demonic sword, and from it the light sword. "What can I say...I am a complicated person." he says, with a dismissing tone. "I've said it before, and I will again. Greatest light, deepest darkness, and vise versa." He nods to Maira once. "By birth I am steeped in darkness, but by deed I am not bound to live in the shade." a shrug, "Well...maybe I had a little help."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' At that, Maira hugs Angan quickly, smiling brightly. "Alright, now put them back! It seems so...so unsafe!" and personal! Like, really. Hello new person, shall I pull a sword out of your soul and twirl it around a bit? Great!

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' Seith raises his brow as he watches Raine perform his little trick, and gazes upon the weapons. For a moment, his curious nature has him wondering just what kind of weapon would be drawn from someone like him... but then realizes that it would be better not to know. "It would do him well to be unique in some manner. After all, he /is/ a student of Garland after all." He points out. "So what happens when those are destroyed?" Seith suddenly asks. "While they are out of a person? They are after all - called a 'Soul Blade'..."

:'''[[Raine Arland]] has posed:''' Raine gave a test swing of both blades, producing trails of light and dark, followed by the testing of their weight. While he did so, he answered Seith. "Like I said to Mighty Midget before, these are pretty powerful weapons. But like the name says, it's formed from the soul of the person it's used on." A shrug. "They're pretty durable, so fighting with them is plausible of course, but...if they chip or break, then that pain is going to given to the host. And believe me, you don't want to feel that." He sighed, as if recalling something. But he moved on soon after. "Obviously, I can't pull out a bunch of Soul Blades and keep them. One in use at a time, and in the presence of the host. If I stray too far, they'll drop like a sack of bricks. After all..." He raised the black sword. "This thing is the soul formed as a weapon. It's an ultimate form of trust to go with the power it provides...and not something to be used so frivolously." He then turned back to Angantyr. "Now let me put these back." Fusing the blades back into one, Raine pointed the sword at the dark knight's chest, magic glyph forming again. "Until paraside must be defenced once again..." And the blade was returned to Angantyr. He'd feel more complete now. "Annnnnd that's the gist of it!" Grinning like an idiot then, Raine moved back over to his spot. "Thanks for being my volunteer, big guy! Heh."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith clapped her hands. "That's impressive. Then again, it's not like I'll want that to happen to me any time soon, considering." She gave a nod. "Still, it does make you more interesting, that's for sure."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr resists natural Angantyr tendancies... "I don't really like that." Angantyr says evenly. Not especially with what he seen during his...keyblade adventures. No...that was pretty powerful, and also... Dangerous.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' "That must feel uncomfortable." Of course Nagetta can drain the life from others but a soul's beyond her power. She's a bit curious about what hers would look like, but she certainly doesn't want to test it. Given some of the things she did in the past, it might not be so pleasant.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira is in complete agreement, which is why she thought Ang would be angry with her and Avira for having it done to them! Maira didn't know what she'd been in for! "Yeah...I can see, if in a real emergency...but you should be really, really careful with that kind of power Raine. It uh, comes with responsibility," she says. Not like she hasn't gotten that talk before!

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "AL get pretty jealous of someone using my soul at a blade, or me using anything other melee weapon.", Vespa says.

:'''[[Raine Arland]] has posed:''' "Yeah, yeah. I know that more than anyone...." He smiled wanly for a second before proceeding to wolf down his plate of food, taking breaks to drink. "I'll be extra careful, yeah? Besides, I got other weapons I can use! ...Well, 'weapon'." He chuckled at that and set his cleared plate aside, standing up. "I hate to dine and dash, but I just remembered, that I've got something to look into! Last minute christmas errand!" That had to be a lie. But either way, he totally strode out, waving a hand without actually looking back.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith nodded and gave a shrug before turning toward Avira. "Well so much for the assumption that he's a complete jerk." She grinned. "Granted, he's still jerkish, but not so much anymore, right?" First impressions are hard to shake off, after all.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira watches Raine go, her expression thoughtful. She shakes her head then, and smiles to Aerith. "No, he's not. Of course he's not," she replies. "Everyone is complicated," she continues, then looks to Seith for a moment.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "I would rather have a person like that as an ally than an enemy.", Vespa says. "We got enough villans to deal with already."

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' Seith turns his head away when Maira looks his way. Complicated. Sure. "It would be boring if it were otherwise. Though you'd be surprised just how two dimensional some people are." WELCOME TO CORNERIA!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Invite Raine to talk about himself...and he'll take the opportunity. Avira doesn't have anything to add to that, actually, and merely listens to his explanation of soul blades and the production of Ang's. She doesn't openly volunteer the information that she had him try it just so she could see hers. Angantyr seems disapproving anyway. Last thing she wanted was more of Angantyr's disapproval. Just as fast as he had come, Raine leaves. Avira rubs her head. "Yours looked pretty cool, Ang." Avira says very quietly. Sheepishly, even. "So Seith...were there any moments you wanted to share with us?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira tugs on Angantyr. "Come oooon, I want to see if the keychain works!" she says, trying to tow him toward the door.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva looks at the blade for a moment her eyes narrow. "Seems you may have dived too deep." She grabs a drink and shrugs down art of the ale she had there. She doesn't seem bothered by the whole blade thing. She takes a deep breath and then looks to the gift Maira handed her earlier, she looks sheepish for a moment. She had been distracted from opening it and foes to open it even as Raine departs from the party perhaps it's or the best, when she thinks about it. Now just what did Maira give her?

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' Seith actually seems surprised that Avira brings him up, that he is forced to do a doubletake. "Oh, me?" He blinks for a moment, laying his hand to his chin while pondering if he should even answer this. But it would seem to be an Unequal Trade if he were to refuse, now would it not? "I guess there are many happy memories for me to choose. But I guess one of my favorite memories will always be the birth of my daughter." He admits. "Dear Caladhiel... such a bright light." He whispers. "I don't think one can truly understand how much it means to bring a new life into this world - until one does so. And the value that child holds. Your entire world suddenly comes to revolve around them. And it's worth every moment of it."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Interesting. So there was more to this one than she'd figured. Aerith remained silent as he told his best family moment. Despite how many times they'd fought him, he still managed to not be so... intimidating... once the annoying thing about them being on separate ends of the spectrum could be ignored. She smiled once the recounting was over, but didn't say anything else. Aerith did however look toward Angantyr, now quite interested in him. Oh she saw how Maira looked at him; that wasn't her place. But she did want to meet him, to know more about him.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Seith had a daughter? Maira is surprised. 'What, are shadow lord's not allowed to have pasts just like the rest of us?' she asks herself, shaking her head quietly. She wants to know more now. She always does. Maira's curiosity is just a deeply ingrained part of her personality, but she has to be cautious. The reminder of responsibility weighs heavily. Maira has to say something in response to Seith. "That's a pretty name," she settles on, hoping that won't seem like she prying for more.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "You did mention the idea of sharing ehse stories in the first place." Avira points out to Seith. She's not letting him get away. Should Avira be willing to disclose information like this meant she should get something of the same from Seith. Much to her surprise. he does share, revealing that he is a father. Details never mentioned before. Avira gets a sinking feeling in her stomach about this. Unlike Maira, Avira doesn't know what to say in response to Seith-it was a little overwhelming.

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' Seith bows his head towards Maira. "Thank you." It doesn't look like he minds particularly. It's his far earlier childhood that he doesn't really want to talk about - because of a certain Elf living in Corneria. And Maira can probably figure that if Seith is like this now, that she may also not wish to ask about what happened to his daughter and wife. "�t�radiel was my wife's name - beautiful like a moon in the reflection of a lake." A strange analogy perhaps. "Caladhiel took after her beauty and purity, and after my skill with the brush." A painter, he suggests to be. "But I should not bore you with further details. Could I have bother you for some wine perhaps - dear?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Elf names. They all end in diel. "Oh, wine? Uh, certainly..." she says, going to get a glass. She seems to have forgotten, at least for a bit, that this man is an enemy and he's calling her dear like an old grandfather. This is the strangest day. Wine is served, then Maira clears her throat. "Well um, I'm pretty tired from all that cookie baking so...think I'm going to go to bed."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith maintained her smile as Seith expanded on his family. For a moment, she wondered what happened to them, then thought better of asking. After all, she'd only told so many people about herself. No need to ask him something potentially painful. Yes, the drinks! She'd almost forgotten. "You know what? I'd like one too. I mean, I just got here a few minutes ago, and I'm nowhere near into the holiday spirit." But then Maira announced she was going to sleep. "Okay... anyone else want to get me one?"

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' Seith accepts the glass gracefully, and then grows quiet again. A somewhat more gloomy look appears on his expression, and his lowers his head a little. It seems like the wine was just an excuse to truly be quiet and consider certain things.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Take care, Maira." Avira says quietly, sipping down the last remnants of the drink she has. "Merry Christmas and happy holidays." More silence passes and Avira takes note that the party is winding down. She doesn't encourage people to leave yet, allowing them to linger for as long as possible. Seith included. For now, while the thought of family and memories of the past in the air, he remains just like any of them. Just another person with a family, not a dangerous shadow lord. "Thank you." she says quietly, leaning in to meet his eyes, "Thank you for sharing these things with us."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith pouted as she too, noticed that the party was coming to its end. "Oh not fair..." She huffed and stood, heading toward the kitchen. "Are there any treats left, Avira? I'm kinda hungry now!"

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' Seith glances up just for a moment as Avira thanks him. He nods his head once, but doesn't answer her further.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "We've got plenty left Aerith." Avira says, not breaking her gaze with Seith. Their eyes meet for the longest moment. "So just help yourself to whatever, we've got."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith waved behind her right shoulder as she got herself some ice cream. When she came back with a small bowl of strawberry goodness though, the party had dwindled yet again. She huffed as she marched toward the couch and plopped down. "I really, really hate being late to things..."

Deelel

2014-01-07T10:09:58Z

Jetfire99: /* Friends */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Deelel
|age=400+ cycles
|image=Deelel in the future.png
|species=Basic (Program)
|sex=Female
|height=5 7
|weight=Error 404 information not found.
|series=Tron
|styles=Dancer
|hometown=Flynn OS
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Shard Seekers
|occupation=Artist/Game Gladiator
|quote=Greetings program, I have a question for you. How well can you play the games?
}}
Deelel is a program from Dataspace, who appears to be some sort of media editing program. However due to the state of the grid she's ended up roped into the games there held at times. She's fairly friendly for someone who is been forced into blood sport to the death. She oddly a very strong believer in the existence of the Users and this may be why MCP targeted her in the first place. She's curious about the system at large which she'd never have been able to explore, as well as the so called user world beyond even that. However, she often has trouble understanding things from the 'user' space, and the more chaotic nature of the world outside her own is quite baffling to the program. Deelel is a dangerous and agile combatant, able to endure a surprising amount of damage. She's a professional with her ID disk, which is a thrown weapon that also contains a good deal of data on her and her system ID. Also, she's quite the adept pilot with vehicles, given that some of the gladiatorial combats involved them quite heavily.

= Relationships =
===Friends===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Yurita]]||Friend||"You helped me escape from the gaming pits along with the others there. I owe you a debt I mean to repay my friend.
|-
|[[Faruja Senra]]||Comrade||"You took a hit for me that could have been fatal, you proven that there are users who care about us as much they do themsevles."
|-
|Sara-42||Awe|| I know your out there I know the darkness likely has you but I'm coming I promise you. You made me, what else I can do but come for you?
|-
|[[Isaac Hanlon]]||Friend|| A user who makes music, knows what computers are and wants to work with me to make music?! THIS WILL BE AMAZING!
|-
|[[Lily]]|| Friend || "Your garden is impressive it's art in a way I could have never thought of before."
|-
|[[TRON]]||Friend||"You have lived up to the stories and the faith we have put in you. I'm glad I was right, Tron does indeed Live."
|-
|[[Mercade Alexander]]|| Friend || "You have helped keep us all together in the goal of restoring Manhattan. You also seem to almost be a Search Program in how far you go to find the truth.
|-
|[[Percival]] || Friend || "You seem to mean well but you also seem to be damage, how could a user even a non human one be damaged in such a way?"
|-
|[[Beck]] || Friend || "It's nice not being the only one from Argon, but seriously? You need to check where you get laser parts."
|-
|[[Avira]] || Friend || "You really have stuck with TRON and I haven't you. I'm fortunate to have you as a friend, still? Why did your mother give you one of my people's names?"
|-
|[[Maira]] || Friend || "I don't think you'll ever quite get what I am but that's all right. I just hope I can properly show you my home now."
|-
|[[Paulo Mysidi]] || Friend || "Mage or should I say sage? You seem to not live up to what most users would think of one of your kinds. You clearly like to go learn things first hand."
|-
|[[Angantyr_Vespar]] || Friend || "Wrecking ball, and keyblade for hire, a good friend to have at your back and not someone you want to be on the bad side of. Still he has moved to over come, much. He also proves together was are far stronger as a group then alone."

|}

===Acquaintances===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-

|[[CADUCEUS]]||Neutral || Another program almost as old as CHIEF seems to be a medic and has expanded to handle medical aid for user as well. He seems all right.
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]|| Comrade ||"He's not even fully complied but he's out there seeking adventre already and why do his eye glaze over when I explain basic things to him?"
|-
|[[Lenn]]|| Comrade ||"Not a combatant but a very brave healer willing to get into the tick of things to support others."
|-
|[[Sabin Rene Figaro]]|| Suprise ||"I didn't know users could fight without any weapons. How did you even do some of thsoe combative moves?!
|-
|[[Leida]]|| Concern ||"The Virus infestion you seems to have been removed I hope it stays as such but still I'm wary if it tries to size you again. I'll not let it get you."
|-
|[[Ivo Galvan]]|| Comrade || "You act very strangely around women, what's up with this?"
|-
|[[Shego]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Ron? Where sort of history do you two have?!"
|-
|[[Ron Stoppable]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Shego also you can tame user space grid bugs? Woah!"
|-
|[[Zeke]]|| Like || "You may not understand what I am but you have an open mind and are crazy about water...that's still kind of scary."
|-
|[[Brooklyn]]|| Like || "You are a strange user but you fight well, I have been honored to fight along side you in the Hades cup."
|-
|[[Ping]]|| Like || "You are quite the solider and have proven your self an ally, though do try to avoid getting set on fire."
|-
|[[Aurora]]|| Curious || "A low tech world may be where your from but you seem to be very good at catching on to things. I'm curious very curious about you."
|-
|[[Tigger]]|| Curious || "Bounce, Bounce, how does one bounce like that. An agent of chaos yet on the side of order. The Masked Defender is indeed strange.
|-
|[[Evja]]|| User Error || "I have no idea what's going on these days with you but you seem far more stable now."
|-
|[[Arthur Drover]] || Acquaintance || "An interesting man with a family and a very curious job."
|-
|[[Blackbird]]|| Acquaintance || "Strange lady even for a user, she also sometimes looks at things rather funny. She does want to help but some times she seems a bit out of it..."
|-
|}

===Enemies===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-
|[[LEXUS]]|| Fear ||"He's become more than just a grid virus, he's somehow merged with that which powers the heartless. He's something too terrible to think upon for long."
|-
|[[CHIEF]]|| BSOD ||"He's been repurposed time and time again, it's no wonder he's broken yet how does he function. It seems he's starting to get better. Someone has managed to repair some of his code. But who?"
|-
|[[MCP]]|| Disgust ||"How many have been consumed or Drezzed because of you?! You used me to threaten the users. I'll not let this stand."
|-
|[[SARK]]|| Hate ||"You made me derezze others to stay alive, you enjoy watching other basics suffer at your hands. I will find you and make you answer for this."
|-
||[[Mozenrath]] || Respect || "You could back your mouth up I'm a bit shocked, you don't look the part. Still I'll not be forgetting your a major threat now."
|-
|[[Hades]] || Fatal Error || "A User's user is acting against us? How are we even going to deal with this?!"
|-
|[[Maleficent]] || Disgust || "You help to bring down worlds for your own ends and you dared to summon Clippy?! You are a monster!"
|-
|[[CLU2]] || Anger || "CLU2 what have you done? Clu what have you done to us all?!"
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Deelel

2014-01-07T10:06:25Z

Jetfire99: /* Friends */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Deelel
|age=400+ cycles
|image=Deelel in the future.png
|species=Basic (Program)
|sex=Female
|height=5 7
|weight=Error 404 information not found.
|series=Tron
|styles=Dancer
|hometown=Flynn OS
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Shard Seekers
|occupation=Artist/Game Gladiator
|quote=Greetings program, I have a question for you. How well can you play the games?
}}
Deelel is a program from Dataspace, who appears to be some sort of media editing program. However due to the state of the grid she's ended up roped into the games there held at times. She's fairly friendly for someone who is been forced into blood sport to the death. She oddly a very strong believer in the existence of the Users and this may be why MCP targeted her in the first place. She's curious about the system at large which she'd never have been able to explore, as well as the so called user world beyond even that. However, she often has trouble understanding things from the 'user' space, and the more chaotic nature of the world outside her own is quite baffling to the program. Deelel is a dangerous and agile combatant, able to endure a surprising amount of damage. She's a professional with her ID disk, which is a thrown weapon that also contains a good deal of data on her and her system ID. Also, she's quite the adept pilot with vehicles, given that some of the gladiatorial combats involved them quite heavily.

= Relationships =
===Friends===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Yurita]]||Friend||"You helped me escape from the gaming pits along with the others there. I owe you a debt I mean to repay my friend.
|-
|[[Faruja Senra]]||Comrade||"You took a hit for me that could have been fatal, you proven that there are users who care about us as much they do themsevles."
|-
|Sara-42||Awe|| I know your out there I know the darkness likely has you but I'm coming I promise you. You made me, what else I can do but come for you?
|-
|[[Isaac Hanlon]]||Friend|| A user who makes music, knows what computers are and wants to work with me to make music?! THIS WILL BE AMAZING!
|-
|[[Lily]]|| Friend || "Your garden is impressive it's art in a way I could have never thought of before."
|-
|[[TRON]]||Friend||"You have lived up to the stories and the faith we have put in you. I'm glad I was right, Tron does indeed Live."
|-
|[[Mercade Alexander]]|| Friend || "You have helped keep us all together in the goal of restoring Manhattan. You also seem to almost be a Search Program in how far you go to find the truth.
|-
|[[Percival]] || Friend || "You seem to mean well but you also seem to be damage, how could a user even a non human one be damaged in such a way?"
|-
|[[Beck]] || Friend || "It's nice not being the only one from Argon, but seriously? You need to check where you get laser parts."
|-
|[[Avira]] || Friend || "You really have stuck with TRON and I haven't you. I'm fortunate to have you as a friend, still? Why did your mother give you one of my people's names?"
|-
|[[Maira]] || Friend || "I don't think you'll ever quite get what I am but that's all right. I just hope I can properly show you my home now."
|-
|[[Paulo Mysidi]] || Friend || "Mage or should I say sage? You seem to not live up to what most users would think of one of your kinds. You clearly like to go learn things first hand."
|-
|[[Angantyr]] || Friend || "Wrecking ball, and keyblade for hire, a good friend to have at your back and not someone you want to be on the bad side of. Still he has moved to over come, much. He also proves together was are far stronger as a group then alone."

|}

===Acquaintances===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-

|[[CADUCEUS]]||Neutral || Another program almost as old as CHIEF seems to be a medic and has expanded to handle medical aid for user as well. He seems all right.
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]|| Comrade ||"He's not even fully complied but he's out there seeking adventre already and why do his eye glaze over when I explain basic things to him?"
|-
|[[Lenn]]|| Comrade ||"Not a combatant but a very brave healer willing to get into the tick of things to support others."
|-
|[[Sabin Rene Figaro]]|| Suprise ||"I didn't know users could fight without any weapons. How did you even do some of thsoe combative moves?!
|-
|[[Leida]]|| Concern ||"The Virus infestion you seems to have been removed I hope it stays as such but still I'm wary if it tries to size you again. I'll not let it get you."
|-
|[[Ivo Galvan]]|| Comrade || "You act very strangely around women, what's up with this?"
|-
|[[Shego]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Ron? Where sort of history do you two have?!"
|-
|[[Ron Stoppable]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Shego also you can tame user space grid bugs? Woah!"
|-
|[[Zeke]]|| Like || "You may not understand what I am but you have an open mind and are crazy about water...that's still kind of scary."
|-
|[[Brooklyn]]|| Like || "You are a strange user but you fight well, I have been honored to fight along side you in the Hades cup."
|-
|[[Ping]]|| Like || "You are quite the solider and have proven your self an ally, though do try to avoid getting set on fire."
|-
|[[Aurora]]|| Curious || "A low tech world may be where your from but you seem to be very good at catching on to things. I'm curious very curious about you."
|-
|[[Tigger]]|| Curious || "Bounce, Bounce, how does one bounce like that. An agent of chaos yet on the side of order. The Masked Defender is indeed strange.
|-
|[[Evja]]|| User Error || "I have no idea what's going on these days with you but you seem far more stable now."
|-
|[[Arthur Drover]] || Acquaintance || "An interesting man with a family and a very curious job."
|-
|[[Blackbird]]|| Acquaintance || "Strange lady even for a user, she also sometimes looks at things rather funny. She does want to help but some times she seems a bit out of it..."
|-
|}

===Enemies===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-
|[[LEXUS]]|| Fear ||"He's become more than just a grid virus, he's somehow merged with that which powers the heartless. He's something too terrible to think upon for long."
|-
|[[CHIEF]]|| BSOD ||"He's been repurposed time and time again, it's no wonder he's broken yet how does he function. It seems he's starting to get better. Someone has managed to repair some of his code. But who?"
|-
|[[MCP]]|| Disgust ||"How many have been consumed or Drezzed because of you?! You used me to threaten the users. I'll not let this stand."
|-
|[[SARK]]|| Hate ||"You made me derezze others to stay alive, you enjoy watching other basics suffer at your hands. I will find you and make you answer for this."
|-
||[[Mozenrath]] || Respect || "You could back your mouth up I'm a bit shocked, you don't look the part. Still I'll not be forgetting your a major threat now."
|-
|[[Hades]] || Fatal Error || "A User's user is acting against us? How are we even going to deal with this?!"
|-
|[[Maleficent]] || Disgust || "You help to bring down worlds for your own ends and you dared to summon Clippy?! You are a monster!"
|-
|[[CLU2]] || Anger || "CLU2 what have you done? Clu what have you done to us all?!"
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Defrag

2014-01-07T10:00:50Z

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{{Cutscene Header
|Date of Scene=2014/01/05
|Location=Manhattan - The Arcade
|Synopsis=After the events at the Castle of Dreams Deelel has returned home, to think, rest and prepare for the next day. She had uncovered the truth of some dreams she'd had some time ago. There was much to think about and much to prepare for. She knew one thing, a storm was coming.
|Cast of Characters=Deelel
}}
Dreams, programs dreamed, not quite like their creators but they did dream. Deelel had had dreams but they had become strangers. She recalled what she'd had to part with to save a friend. No power was worth the life or soul of a friend, it would be madness to think otherwise and to go against everything she felt what was right. It was funny she lived amongst the beings, who were her people's gods, there was so much in common. Yet there was so much alien about them, but she didn't care.

The program sat on the edge of the bed in the upper floor of Flynn’s Arcade once more. Mr. Litwak had gone home and even left something for Deelel in the fridge. She'd likely try it before she went into sleep mode for the night. She looked out the window at lights of the city outside for a moment and then turned her thoughts back to what had happened at the party.

The Paintings she'd never seen those coming not by a long shot. Seeing them, had jogged her memory as strange as that was. Unlike a human or other creature of flesh rather than voxels like herself? She had perfect recall but it brought things back into sharp focus. The faces of the three knights she'd seen fighting a desperate battle against another powerful keyblade user. She'd uncovered their names that this had all happened in recent memory. There was much more to the keyblades and the conflict with the Shadow Lords. Deelel suppressed a shiver, not due to cold but just out of some measure of fear. They were beings that could control a terrible power and sought nothing of plunging entire worlds into darkness.

"Think Deelel, think glitch it."

The other fragments of the dream, well some had come back to her memories of two places the place that the three knights had fought the old man and his own knight came back a stark and barren land much like the out lands of the Grid she was native too. It was a place that had once seen life but since had been stripped of it. The other things she'd seen there scattered like blades of grass standing as a mute testament to what had come before. Or even after that? There was much to think about, she'd needed to speak to Mercade, Ang, Zia and Sora if she could somehow find them. She had a feeling King Mickey might be aware of things related to this but he'd be harder to find than even Sora was at the moment. She made up her mind however, she rose from the bed and walked to the window and set her hands on the window frame.

"Worlds on top of worlds, mysterious on top of mysteries, what happened at the castle? It's only a part of something larger, related to what I saw, the keyblades. The heartless. I do not have enough data. I need to get out and find more. I'll talk to the others soon as I'm able to and then I need to start hunting down the trail of Aqua and the others. That other Ang mentioned...this does not bode well it's like we're in the second act of a play unaware of the first act even existing. Still many would consider me a construct but it was considering me, I wonder if it's still out there, waiting?"

She stared out at the night-scape of the city for a moment longer before turning to go find what sort of goody Mr. Litwak had left for her. She had much to do but she needed some down to time to let this sort it self up. Seith's curse was a more pressing concern but she had to get to work on the long term stuff as well.

China Syndrome II

2013-12-08T08:27:58Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/11/21
|Location=The Great Wall
|Synopsis=The Horned King has been planning his advancement on China, tonight-- he sends his Cauldron Born to claim the very wall that defends the proud nation of China.
|Cast of Characters=Reize Seatlan, Maira, Vespa, Minerva, Aerith, Serah Farron, Horned King
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' The Great Wall of China stands as a defense between the outsider world and the kingdom within. However the kindom outside of the wall is slowly 'dieing' or so it seems as the green fog has only gotten denser in the passing days and plant life has shriveled up. Yet the Chinese stand ready. They do not fear what comes. They believe that their wall will protect them. Until something strange happens. The ground rips open and rises to meet the very wall, towering up. Panic happens on the wall. The flames are lit, the people quickly warned. For no sooner then the earth rises to meet the wall, legions of undead march across onto the very wall itself. That green mist following their very steps and any poor solider who dares to fight, who falls to the mighty of the cauldron born, is swallowed by the mist, only to turn them into skeletal warriors under the Horned King. The Great Wall most be defended or China will soon fall. Who will come to the air of China? Who will answer the call!

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Great, undeads. She's had quite a few run ins with those already, and having more is making her curse her luck. But still. Where there's zombies, there's a need for a healer. Healing magic is one of the many weak points of a zombie. Well, not all of the time, but often. Let's take bets. Either way, wearing a rather short chinese dress, something that doesn't look too different than the skirt she usually wears, in all truth, in shades of pink with sakura petals motifs, she approaches the wall with her wooden box slung over her shoulder. For a fault of having found a better one yet, this one works the need when she pelts monsters from a distance. She still has that dagger that was given to her too, sheathed along her thigh, a bit like her sister has hers. She's heard that they needed to mount some defense there, so she volunteered. She doesn't know what to expect though.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' VALKYRI will. Really, this is actually kind of old hat. They've been camped out in Golmore fighting hoards of undead for how long now? They've gotten rather good at it. So when the call came, VALKYRI answered. At least those who could. Maira came with Vespa and Minerva, ready. "Here's a few of the Holy water bombs. We don't have many, so use them where they will be the most help okay? Look out for each other," she adds, cracking a smile. "And maybe keep a bit of distance from me," she adds. They know by now why, but the Chinese soldiers don't. They see why when Maira ignites and starts hurling fire balls. "I am so, SO sick of undead," she complains.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Amidst the defenders is a young woman who'd been here before. She'd seen firsthand the devastation beforehand, and now she was here to halt it before it came any further in. But instead of her usual ensemble, she wore a pink kung fu uniform with white flowers on the legs, seamless and all made of silk. Her Spirit Staff was already in her right hand, ready to be used against that which assailed them... Her green eyes narrowed as the mist encroached upon the wall, the voices within her screaming out warnings only she could hear. It would not be good to be lost in that, to be sure. It wasn't long before the earth trembled and groaned, shifting to create a siege ramp... but she still stood firm, her face still a mask of determination. No surprises here; the one behind this was more than capable of a feat that could surmount these defenses. She said nothing, letting the commanders do their job of organizing the troops. Instead, she waited for them to get close enough for her to start bashing their collective skulls in. She glanced toward her right, picking up a familiar presence, and nodded at Serah. "This isn't going to be like what you've faced before. They're organized, intelligent. The one controlling them is ruthless and without pity, and has motives I can't even begin to comprehend. The only thing I know is that he kills everything he sets foot on, to the point where nothing remains but dead silence." Her eyes narrowed as she turned toward the advancing army. "Stick with me and do not let yourself get flanked. We're going to find the leader and take him out, get it?"

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "That's alot of undead..", the maid says hefting her massive axe over her shoulders. "But with VALKARI here, I say the odd are in our favor." Vespa takes a few of the holy water bombs "Thanks Maira. I'll cut a path foward and make sure nothing gets thought okay?", she start to take a few steps foward toward the massive army. "There one thing I really like about undead, and that is I don't have to hold back! Let's go AL!", she swings her massive axe in front of her cutting down any udead that enter into it's arc.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron leans over the battlements that lines the top of the great wall, nodding to Aerith as she takes a better look at things beyond it "I'll try my best." She's a wielding of holy magic in a pinch, but she's more attuned to healing powers most of the time. "It does seem like there's lots of them... I guess taking out whoever is puppetering them is a good idea."

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva again is here in the land of Dragons, oddly she's in one of those nifty kung fu dresses once more. It's silver, white and blue keeping with the seemingly icy them Minerva has picked up for her self over again. Her gauntlets take on a look like they were crafted here in the land of dragons with a sleeker and more dragon themed look as do her armoured leggins, she is however following up her friends on this. "So this is how it is? foul wretches back to thine graves." Minerva?s fist flare up with fire as she follows up the res of VALKYRI

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' The forces of light have attacked. Holy bombs go off and the Undead are nearly staggered back by the attack, yet their axes swing and their swords strike. More march up from the ground ramp. More continue to come. Aerith gives her orders and as she attacks, one of the undead uses their shields to actually knock away the very strike, before letting out an undead curl of a roar in her direction. She was very correct though. These were not normal skeletal warriors. These were created from the very hell that was the Black Cauldron and its dark powers. A place of Necromancy and Sorcery. A place that no mortal may ever survive. Yet though, the Horned King was no where to be seen, only his vast marching army. The undead rushed ahead, they reached out to snatch the defenders, attempting to ensnare them in their dead finger grasps. Then if they took a hold of them, their very hands attempted to burn into their very armor, clothing, and skin to leave behind darkness. Not even Maira's flames seem to have the same effect on these undead. After all, these had no skin like zombies; they were bone. Yet once they took hold, they tried to hold on for all their might and then shoved away trying to trip up the group either over themselves or almost send them off the very wall.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith gritted her teeth as one of them grabbed hold of her. It didn't mean she was useless, but it did hurt just a tad. She made her best attempt to kick it off of her, holding her ground even as it tried to shove her off the wall. More came, and she figured it was time to get severe... So she did. Aerith pressed her hand against the undead soldier's face and fired off a burst of spirit energy to get it off of her, then whipped her staff in a wide circle, aiming to knock several of them away... or even potentially smashing them to pieces.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira looks over toward Aerith, over-hearing her. She waves, nodding to her. She's faced this guy before as well. She recognized it now, his form of undead. Bad news. Further bad news is that the skelletons have not flesh to burn--a minor set back. Get a fire hot enough, and it will turn bone to dust. Cremation is what Maira has in store for these. She's going to have to prepare to do something big. She hopes she's ready. As the undead approach her and reach through her flames she bats them away, moving backward to cast protective magic around herself and her friends. They need to be ready for the longhaul.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vepsa grits her teeth as the undead reach out and grab her burn marks starting to appear on her outfit. The scents of burning flesh start to wiff into her nostirls. "Back off you <GOOSEHOOK>-ing things! She swings her axe in arc around her then pushes the blade of her axe into the ground and vaults herself into the air hopefully away from the undead grasp.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron came into the fray after the others, extending a hand to surround some of her allies in red magical circles to increase their fighting prowess. Running after them, she swiftly dodges the pack of undeads that swarm her, not unharmed though as they manage to claw at her legs as she escapes being surrounded swiftly. But those are minor compared to the result of being piled upon. She lands next to Aerith and the others that ploughed through "Watch it!". She places a hand against the other magic caster, offering her some curative magic, combined with some extra protection, that she spreads to Vespa as well. She stays clear of that axe though, she'll do it form a distance <.<

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is weaving in and out of the hostile undead even as her comrade cast spells upon her and booster her own abilities in combat. It shows as she' just too adept at reading how the undead are going to move and evade the blows of the undead warriors for the moment. She's seemingly manage to keep free for the moment. Her fists combusts once more as she attacks the undead aiming to set them on fire, and otherwise just wreck their days. "Come you foul creatures! Your in the way!"

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' There is terror that has stricken the Great Land of China. It would seem that the stalwart wallsof China is surmounted by the overcasting green fog, where the undead have started to outstretch its claws to the livelihood of a land. Many of the brave souls have gathered to help defend the nation against the outworldly threat. ...One more person may be of some help. There is a faint glimmer of light from the sky. However, that light flickers out like a candle. As the light fades, those seconds are filled with empty air that is quickly filed with the sounds of a clashing battle. Suddenly, a form drops down to the middle of the massive wall with a loud thud. The landing of the individual kicks off large debris and dust. Dust clears as a gust whisks it away, revealing the flapping long yellow scarf. "HAH!" Just as quickly as the figure landed, the boy moved towards the set of undead in a blinding speed. The movement of the incoming stranger leaves a blur, not even a second before he reaches the set of the undead. In an instant, a whistle pierces the air as a force is left by the slashing trail of a weapon. After being absent for many months... ...The Boy with the Long Yellow Scarf has returned. With a brightened spirit, Reize lifts his head up to beam at the group, "Ooooii! Long time!" Some of the faces of VALKYRI are familiar.

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' Aerith's spirit blast did the trick, knocking one of the undead back. However as she went to collide her staff with the others, one undead met her staff dead on with a pole-axe. Those eyeless holes looking at her; she could sense it was staring directly into her. Their weapons were locked for a time, before it shoves her staff aside with a warcry roar of the undead. Thankfully for Aerith, Vespa's axe slams into the undead who /may/ be a problem and still could be as the axe only takes a good chunk off the shoulder pauldron it has, but Vespa raises herself into the air. The undead watches her go up and he takes a few steps back. This could be bad... Other undead are met with Minerva's fist of fire which scorches over the bones and knocks several of them back. This working on Reize's favor as he comes ninja'ing through and actually chops several of the undead in half, including knocking several more off the wall. Yet-- they still continue to come. As for the Undead with the pole-axe. The one suddenly leaps into the air and goes to clip Vespa to smash her right back down to the ground. Worse, he goes to blow her right into the group of the others, before spinning the pole-axe not once, but twice. It seems they found the big bad himself of this marching undead group.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Incoming Vespa! Aerith made her best attempt at evading one incoming, armored missile by leaping over her. The good news, it almost worked. Bad news was that she got clipped at the ankles, and was sent flying toward the wall again. She managed to save herself from being smashed against the stones, but now it wasn't exactly in their favor. A great many of them were on top of the wall now, and fighting was breaking out amidst the soldiers. "Okay, fine." She stood and shook herself. "That's the way you want it? Let's go." She faced the one with the pole-axe and took on a fighting stance for a brief moment, before testing his defenses with a few feints and thrusts. Once she thought the moment was right, she spiraled the tip of her staff, building enough momentum to smash through whatever defenses he had!

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Well there is a voice she hasn't heard in quite some time! Maira turns to see Reize, yellow scarf billowing in the wind. (Yellow scarf in China? Ruh roh that could be trouble!) "Reize! Haha! Where have /you/ been!?" she asks. Unfortunately, she then takes a rather nasty bonk the the back of the head from a sneaky skelleton. Woops! Maira rounds on it, blasting it away from her with a burst of Air, which she follows with two seering hot waves of flame.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Up she goes, till a undead follows her to the sky and knocks her down towards Areith. She thankfully misses her barely but hits the ground with a loud thud! Ow.. She going be felling that later.. She gets back up seeing something.. It's the blur! Oh wait. Wrong colour. It just Reize. "Reize. You have the worst, best timing ever. I say how are you and what bring you here but I'm a bit busy right now..." "Right. No more fooling around.." She takes in a deep breath contrating for a second.. There a bright flash and a darkish arua surrounds Vespa. "Okay Round 2!"

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' After his initial landing and the strike, Reize keeps his eyes on the defenders for a brief moment. "Long story, Maira! We'll chat about it more----once we get through this." That brief moment soon ends when the undead with the pole-axe makes his way to the frontlines. Reize squints when he watches the creature's movement. His antenna hair perks and then he shifts his stance in preparation to spring away, "Whoa!" That holds true when it strikes not only towards Vespa but to bowl to the group as a follow-up. Already have anticipating the maneuver, Reize opted to spring off to the air to evade the marauder. Reize extends his hand outward, bringing his hands up in the air to pump a fist. "We can do it, everyone! Keep strong and let's fight for the people here!" Flames burst from the boy, the fiery spirit awakened from the resolve. Of course, there is a reason why the boy is the leader of a small group. That infectionous spirit is drwing towards the others who shall hopefully become inspired.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron blinks as someone else joins the fray. Well, he's not an undead, so that's a good sign. Serah on her side, manages to flip out of the attacks quite well, only getting a few more scratches despite the amount of targets around her. At least they aren't hurting her too much, which means she can keep the others going better. The way she moves, you'd think she's a sort of gymnast or something, but no, she never trained in any of those. She just... got enhanced, you could say. Charging up more magical energies, a hand over her chest, she throws out small balls of light at her allies to keep enhancing them more and more. Well that new guy could use a bit of help too, likely.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is quite in a good deal of trouble with the undead as they just assault her rip into her and otherwise beat the ever living hell out of the woman. She endures it more than one might expect her to she's hardened up her body with a lot of the training she's endured but it's not enough to stop everything she's also moving to parry strikes with her gauntlets and that takes a hell of a lot out of her. She's forced back she's battered and she closes her firsts again burst into flames, but this time it's holy flames as she's aiming to punch these abominations until they turn to ash or so she hopes. "I'm not finished yet come face the wrath o the Saint!" She pulls away once more and them comes in for another round of attacks on the undead legions. It's hard going but well she's still alive and she's got no desire to become a general of the horned King in death.

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' What Aerith finds is that this undead minion with the Pole-axe was indeed highly smarter then the rest of the lot. For ever move she made, he quickly side stepped and moved fluidly around her strikes. Then he swung around the edge of the pole to strike at Aerith in return to knock her back a bit; To throw off her defenses really. Maira though unleashes her wind and flame upon the undead hoard and knocks several of them up into the air and catching them in a whirlwind of fire. In her favor this actually causes the very undead to turn into ash and be whisked away into the very green mist that seems to be the source of their very creation. Minerva's holy flame bunching indeed does the trick. It actually does indeed pulverize them into ash. Each strike causes another one to blast apart, then another, then another. Scattering them back to wince they came. So far the undead seem to be having some issues, however the one fighting Aerith leaps back and then raises up his pole-axe into the air, with another mighty roar. The fog becomes thick as unholy lightning strikes. The undead holds up his pole-axe in bother arms, before kneeling down. As if almost praying? Lightning strikes around the area and the fog of green mist becomes ever thicker, some of the guards off in the distance who have been giving their all start to cough. The fog, seemingly trying to choke them. However there is a howl and the undead come racing out of the fog at everyone. They leap for the heroes, for the guards, at everything living. Like suddenly a blind rage of hunger has come over them and they desire the living.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira laughs. She can appreciate Reize's fire, to say the least! She almost always appreciates fire, after all. "Alright, you'd better tell me the story!" she calls back. The fiery mage then looks for her friends, wanting to keep an eye on everyone. At least she knows she's not the only one here who can use cure magic. That's always a welcome releif! Any relief she feels is very short lived as the undead howl through the mist and come straight for them. Maira tries to throw herself out of the way, but a skelleton with a sword latches onto her, plunging his weapon through her torso. She can't even scream. Blood trickles from her mouth as her magic takes control of her, acting of its own accord it would seem to protect her. Maira's form lights up like supernova, the flames that envelope her growing in radiace and brillance, white hot power that is meant to burn the darkness itself. Holy. The light of her heart. With any luck, it will blast through enough of the undead to buy them a rest, at least. Maybe, the opportunity to retreat.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa looks at Reize "He who belive's me...!", she doesn't get time to finish as undead start to eat her. Not fun at all "OH <GOOSHONK>! THAT DOES IT EVERYTHING DIES! ..AGAIN! She punches the closest undead with her fist, and with her other hand swings her axe in arc around her cursing and muttering to herself. Yup, Vespa has lost it. Again.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Okay, so lots of undeads attacking at the same time is not a good thing at all! And she notices that most of her companions are not faring much better than she is, when she gets tossed down unto the ground, crashing down into bushes and trees as she tries to roll back to her feet as swiftly as possible, but she had her air knocked out for a moment there. That does hurt alot. But some of the others are hurting more than she is. She won't complain about a bit of pain, but she can grunt about it as she rises back up, readying her healing spells this time to cover some of the most wounded ones, Vespa and Maira.

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' After seeking to raise the spirits of his friends, Reize turn to see a faintly familiar face. Serah. Reize thinks that he has seen her a couple of times. However, he is not sure why she is familiar to him. But then, a ball of light is sent his way, "Whoa!" A field of blue energy manifests to form a barrier around him, then it gleams. He can feel his body become more re-active. It feels like everything around him has slowed down. It is then that during the battle, more of the undead are coming. That fog becomes thicker and the guards defending the land are coughing. "Ooi! All of you, pull back! If you get closer to that fog..." ROAR!! "Whoa!" The undead race out of the fog. As they leap towards the group, Reize brings both of his boomerangs in an X-mark. Unfortunately, those rending claws swoop out of nowhere, piercing against his skin. Blood-splatters as the boy releases a wail, "Gaaahhh!" He winces, dropping to a knee while holding onto his sides. He gives the monster a baleful glare with teeth gritting. "Nggh!" He grimaces, staggering as he rebalances himself. He reaches over to put his boomerangs to the side and he reaches for his bag of tricks to pull out a rope. Reize makes that rope into a nice lasso and then he swings it over his head. "Time to pull you all back!" Reize swings that rope around to ensnare one of the creatures. Should the boy get one latched on, he is going to swing that undead around like a flail to smack the other zombies. "Annnnd---AWAAAAYYY WE GO!" 

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is making short work of some of the undead however there's so many of them? She's just seeming like she's bailing water in a sneaking boat, however they can?t go on forever right? O so she hopes but well then comes lighting, fog and something else. Minerva makes several gestures with her hands making use of the winds to drive the fog back from her and try to protect the guards as well the force of the winds may be enough to buy them time to pull back. Or it may be too late but whom knows. Minerva does notice Reize has perhaps the best sense of timing in the world today as he shows up o lend them a hand even as Maira drops a load of pain upon the undead's ranks. Minerva needs to recover from what she's done however, while she fights onwards still but once she's recovered a bit she shall bring the pain upon them undead again. For now the holy flames fade and more normal flame take their place as she continues to fight. Also with Serah around she should thankfully help keep them in the battle longer with all the support magic she seems able to make use of.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith... remains calm. She could feel the air charge with malicious intent, with the hunger for flesh. The single-minded drive for death, mixed with an intelligence that was full of nothing but hate. The lightning struke... and she moved just before one of the bolts smashed into her. Another, and she moved, her figure a blur. Then the undead came, and she weaved through them, even as they tried to chew on her. When they got too close, she used her staff to deter them. Swing, smash, thrust, parry, deflect... she was the proverbial eye of the storm. The mist didn't seem to affect her even as she made her way through it... and then she reached the one they'd deemed as the leader of this particular pack, for now. She was still looking for the real threat, but in lieu of his presence, this guy would do nicely. Aerith approached him and whirled her staff in a figure-eight, aiming to both attack and defend at the same time. Once she got close enough, she moved to ram the back quarter of her staff against the side of his head to throw him off balance, then turned and tried to smash under his chin.

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' Maira goes super nova and her mystical holy flames blast outward, sending undead flying through the air like a Hollywood movie set in slow-mo. Many of the undead go crashing to the ground below before turning to ash, some others turn to ash on impact. Very, very few actually survive and go crashing into others. For the undead still recovering, they are then getting a chance to meet Vespa's axe. The very axe that cleaves through many of them, cutting their body's in half and they soon fall down shattering into ash which joins the very sickly green mist. Reize Seatlan then attempts to loop-de-loop one of the undead, however these are not your average undead. He kind of missed Aerith's warning about this. Just like these are not zombies in the sense of where they typically go 'braaains'. No, these are a bit smarter then that. Think Sinbad-- and maybe even a touch smarter. As Reize hooks a skeleton, the skeleton hooks the boomerange with its sword. It chatters its teeth, before suddenly moving with the swing and then wracking its clawed fingers for Reize's face, before spinning around and recatching its balance. The normal flames though from Minerva hit, but a sword slashes at her in return. It seems the undead are not as bothered by fire, but those who do get hit, find their leather armor starting to get 'cooked'. Aerith performs her staff work and knocks over several of the undead. Their numbers slowly seeming to be lowering. They may actually win this fight. As Aerith though comes right at the undead with the pole-axe, it rises up to meet her. She smacks it around and it goes to trip her up. Those eye holes that were so dark, now spark a red flicker of life in them as the undead stares her down once more. The other undead go racing at the others swords swinging and slashing, as for the one with the pole-axe. He readies it up and then goes to bring it down right for Aerith herself...

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' It appeared it was time to get serious, at last. The poleaxe was a slow weapon, despite its reach and utility. She'd seen its attack pattern, and now it was time to take advantage. The axe came down, and Aerith simply moved as if it were in slow motion, letting it smash into the ground. She stepped onto the shaft of the weapon and made a move to whack the apparent leader underneath the chin. Time to get real. The attack would send it flying, setting the skeleton up for a quick trip to the ground... and something big after.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira gasps, even with the healing Serah sent her way, she is terribly wounded. Wounded, out numbered, and seperated from her friends. She cannot die here. Maira pulls herself up against the wall, her hands on her stomach, blood seeping through her dress. A few of the soldiers step up to protect her as Maira struggles to remain conscious. It will not last long. Maira's eyes travel, looking for help, but she can hardly focus her vision at all. Another terribly powerful Shadow Lord. What could she do?

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' It appeared it was time to get serious, at last. The poleaxe was a slow weapon, despite its reach and utility. She'd seen its attack pattern, and now it was time to take advantage. The axe came down, and Aerith simply moved as if it were in slow motion, letting it smash into the ground. She stepped onto the shaft of the weapon and made a move to whack the apparent leader underneath the chin. Time to get real. The attack would effectively disarm and send him flying... and then she called out for a play. "Everything you got! Shoot him out of the sky!"

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' The undead stap and slash at Vespa, she doesn't seem to regester in her mind, she getting hit yes but she keeps on moving forward thought the hordes of undead ingoring them. She does hear Areith and tosses her axe at the now flying undead.

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' Reize had hoped to have hooked up to an undead and swing it around. However, they proved to be more intelligent than Reize gave them credit for. It shows as the skeleton hooks the lasso with its sword and moves with the swing to bring Reize towards it. !!! Reize's eyes widen as the Deathly Touch haunts against his form, giving him a chilling feel of its raw, intense power that tears against him, "GAAHH!" And after the touch, the undead prove relentless as they keep hacking and slashing against many of the participants defending the mainland. Reize finds himself within the wave of the assault, but he intercepts the frontlines from getting further by springing up towards them with a spinning roundhouse kick that keeps lashing out. "Sparrondo!" Reize has had enough. There is an explosion of energy eitting from Reize. A bright glow of energy shines and swirls around him. "This is my will!" As if on cue, his pendant gives off a blinding radiation. The hand reaches to the opposite side to manifest the gathered energy as a glowing tarot. That glittering tarot is taken up into the air, high in the sky. "Clear the way, everyone!" As on cue from Aerith's signal to give it everything he has, Reize now aims his sights on the airborne zombie. "Flickering flame, burn!" The tarot, lifted high, spins around within the palm of his hand. "FIREBALL!" Three balls of fire start swirling as the 'tarot' breaks apart. They twist and turn until they converge to a massive fireball to fly toards the flying undead. Prepare for fireworks upon impact, people. 

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron has been cornered by all of the undeads, which take turns at slashing at her with the various weapons they are carrying. Its not looking very good for the healer, but she's still standing at least. She's showing many different cuts and bruises now, before she manages to kick a few of the horde away, getting some freedom back as she multiplies the healing spells for herself and the others. Lots of wounded allies there, she has lots of work to do, but she's dilligent about it. The crowd is thinning at least! "Don't give up, we're almost there!"

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Her Allies are not fairing well, not fairing well at all. She's recovered enough she can again turn up the heat on the minions of the Horned King. Her fist again burst into holy flames and snow she's throwing kicks into the mix too ad she pins, about becoming a tornado of holy fire, kicks and punches. She flips into the air and comes down for a final finisher trying to unleash as much holy power as she can which causes almost a holy explosion if you will into their ranks. She is just trying to get as many of them tied up to allow her friend to do their things. Minerva meanwhile continues to strike she'll just lay into the horde and doesn't show much signs of stopping she really does not seem to like the undead or at lest the mindless sort. There's something about thing that turn you into more of them that she really doesn't like. "FALL YOU BLIGHTS FALL!"

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' Aerith is able to knock the undead 'leader' into the air. It goes straight up and then as Vespa attempts to throw her axe at the undead. The pole-ax user swings its weight around and actually knocks it away. However from Reize's attack. There is no way the undead could possibly counter that. It does not, because instead something else summons a magic barrier before the 'leader' of this party and the fire balls are mostly knocked aside, though a few flames lick across the undead who has been suspended in the air for a moment. Minerva meanwhile unleashes her fury upon the hoard below. They get wiped nearly all out by her massive attack. The numbers are dwindling the mist is starting to thin out. They seem to be winning and yet.. The pole-axe undead warrior comes crashing back down right in front of Aerith. The sheer force of the impact cracks the very stone ground. It rolls its shoulders before slowly dragging the blade across the rocks, allowing it to make the scratching sound as a sheer warning of what is to come next. With all the undeads anger, it rolls the pole-axe, swinging it around in a whirl wind, the first swing wasn't so bad, it was the next two that follow, only getting worse by the third swing around.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron braces herself for impact when the undeads mount their potentially last attack, but she's not going down either. Not like Reize, at least, but that doesn't mean she'll allow him to be downed either. She quickly rushes to the side, putting her hands on Reize to force the healing back into the boy's body before he's out of commission for good.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira feels another wave of healing wash over her, slowing the bleeding and helping her remain conscious. With just this bit, it helps her to hold on. The rest restores her magic. She thinks she has one last shot in her. Using the wall to pull herself up, she stares into the green fog, eyes searching. She cannot see the one behind all this, not with her eyes. Maira has another idea. "Seek out the Darkness," she says, the light of her flames forming a tendril of sparkling radiance. It shoots from her, seeking the most powerful source of darkness. Hopefully, the Horned King himself. It seems the only way to end this. If this fails, she'll have to try her last ditch effort for retreat.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith grimaced as she ducked under the first swing, leapt over the second, and... in what one would figure was a dangerous move... stepped into its range and blocked the third! She slid along the ground, digging a rut as she was pushed along... but she held fast, and stopped the assault. She looked into the dead thing's eye sockets, her features laced with determination. "I know you can hear me. The one who's really behind this." Then, she smiled. "Consider this a message, from us to you." Her features went placid again as she put her right boot into its chest. "Begone!" after getting some space, she rammed her staff into the side of its head again, then began to ram the wooden weapon into him, aiming to pepper him with enough attacks that it would not respond at all...

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa axe comes down after the pole axe undead "Al why can't you come back to me like that guy with the hammer??", she sighs. "This is a real pain...", she picks up her axe. "Right.", she grips her axe with both hand bring it up, the blade starting to glow with a dark aura. She turns to the pole weilding undead it having all it attention on Areith "Hey ugly. GO BACK TO THE HELL FROM WHICH YOU CAME!", and she grips her axe with both hand and the blade start to glow with a back aura, then she swings it down on the pole axe undead hoping to cleave him in two.

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' !!!! There is a large degree of shock at the sight of seeing the undead knocking the fireball away as if it was nothing. That barrier keeps it protected, which is he source of the deflection. "Wh---... h--how?!" Reize looks with shock. But then, the pole-axe wielding undead warrior comes crashing in front of Aerith to tart swining it in a whirlwind. Reize, unfortunately, is a recipient of one of the whirlwind attacks. "Gaaaaahhh!" The bladed energy tears against the boy, releasing the blood to splatter about. The impact behind that driving force sends Reize flying across the air, landing roughly against the ground. "Nggh..." Reize is about to fall unconscious underneath the thick, green fog. Thankfully, that feeling of comfort comes a light shines upon him. "...Huh...?" Reize begins rising to his feet, and then he turns to face the source of it all. As he rises, he gives a few coughs before giving the woman a thumbs up. She had been supporting them the whole time. "...We can't fail now!" Reize grips to his boomerangs and then he starts rushing towards the monster. Along the way, the boy notices a few of the weapons lying around, in which Reize kicks one of the weapons up and he smacks it out towards the creature in an effort to distract it. Each time Reize finds a weapon around, he is kicking it to 'plink' against it'. His body begins to form into a blur until he gets close enough to the point of meeting close up to give the undead a kick towards the head. As he springs off of his feet, Reize grits his teeth and he cries out as he spins. "Sparrondo!" He swings the leg out not once, not twice, but three times. 

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva can endure a lot and seems to be enduring more than her allies are she presses the undead so hard they seem to draw back. Even the mist is thinning out , but the undead keep coming. She knows against creatures like this a few out lasting you could still mean defeat after all. She weaves and again parries the attack using her gauntlets once more. All the while the holy fire continues to burn and she again dives into their thinning ranks, she strikes, and those kicks darn well are fast as lightning! Will it be enough to stop the tide of the undead or is she on her way to being the Banshee Queen?

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' Aerith slams her polearm into the side of the undead, however she is unable to do more then throw him off balance, as the undead quickly blocks her next incoming strike with all its undead strength; which amazing quiet strong. Vespa makes her challenge known as the undead uses his own pole-axe to actually move itself out of the way as Vespa swings. The axe blade comes very close to actually doing as Vespa desired, however it skims the surface of the bone structure and leaves a nice fracture in the off-white bone it impacts. That very fracture line cracks a bit once the undead lands down on its feet once more. Reize then starts to spin weapons like crazy, kicking them up and chucking them at the undead warrior. Each one strikes true, though a few deflected away. Its the kicks that do however actually nearly cause the undead to actually fall over. Maira attempts to find the Horned King, but she doesn't find the undead lich himself. Instead what she does get to find is a haunting image that flashes before her eyes along with the sounds of millions of screams. The image of a black cauldron with a symbol of a man-- a man glowing in hot molten fire. Then a hand reaches out for her, a deathly hand, before the image fades away from her mind's eye. The undead pole-arm users starts to recover once more, however Minerva comes in from behind. Her fist of holy fire dives in and the undead lets out an unholy roar as it swings the pole-axe around. The Pole-axe clips her, but her fist also goes right throgh the undead warrior. His legs turn to ash as his upper body goes right off the edge before it too, becomes ash once more. The mists start to reseed back to wince they came. The dark clouds pull away and the thunder is only a distant sound. Sunlight starts to make it across the battle torn wall and live slowly, very slowly starts to return once more. The heroes, have saved the day but yet, the Horned King... ..still remains..

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' ...And Aerith knows it. He wasn't here, but he certainly was watching. She would stake her life on it. They'd won, but it was a close thing at times. He had to know this, and it meant trouble for them if he did this again without some proper preparation this time. The exhaustion came to her all at once at this realization. How much longer would they have to do this? When would he attack next, and where? And why was he so obsessed with taking this place, besides having more fuel for his army? There had to be something else behind it. But she had no idea what. All she could do was convince the others that this was important enough to put all their chips in. She turned toward those who were left standing... which surprisingly, was everyone she'd come in with. "Hey, come here."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira can't go there. She's not really in the moving type of state right now. She's too busy covering her eyes, trying to force away that terrible vision. Like she needs another creep to haunt her nightmares. Come on.

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' Whew. Everything is cleared up. Reize drops on the ground and he looks at the dissipating fog. He looks weary, broken, bleeding, and tired. However, he has a spirited smile on his face. "We did it..." He is glad. They managed to fend off the worst of it. 

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "Well that was fun.", Vespa says looking very beating her maid dress blooded and torn in numerous places. "I was a joke Al.", she says looking at her axe. "I think I'm going to go home and drink till I pass out.", she mutters to herself. "I'm going to have nightmares tonight as well."

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron sighs in relief as well. But her job as healer doesn't stop before everyone's back in top shape, even if the monsters are gone. She keeps giving everything the benefit of her magic "At least they are gone now... but what did they even want from this place, I wonder..."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith shook her head. "He wanted more soldiers for his army. That's my theory, anyway. It's why he wants China as a whole. There are millions here that he could convert to his ways..." She shivered. "And it would leave this entire world a lifeless husk." She looked around. "Yeah, I'm as tired and as beat up as you guys look right now. But if you think this was bad, the guy behind this is worse." She grimaced. "We need to stay here, at least some of us. The rest need to get out there and spread the word. This is bad news, and if he gets past us, those things will be all over the place. Not just in this world, either."

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva sinks to her knees she's pushed herself very hard as the undead fade and soon the sun is shinign down upon them. The Horned King is at large still but he's been halted she's almost looking forward to pulling a dance shift at the club so she can just forget abotu this. Sure she kept bar ther ebut sometimes it was just fun to get out and shake it. Either way she just happy it's over for the moment. She's going to go to the nearest in drag everyone else there so they can just collapse.

China Syndrome

2013-12-08T08:26:54Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/11/14
|Location=Chinese Countryside
|Synopsis=Chinese Countryside is a beautiful place. Yet on this day, something dark has come to visit this place of beauty and taint it with his own form of darkness.
|Cast of Characters=Aerith, Myla Mason, Helena Celba, Agrias Oaks, Horned King
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' Greenery, beauty, hills, trees, and large mountains. Beauty is the Chinese Countryside. Home of the mighty Chinese military but plagued by the battle with troubling outsiders. The mighty wall of China however protects the people within, yet-- who protects those outside? Dark clouds have been looming high above. Lightning strikes roam from cloud to cloud. The wind slowly starts to howl. Some hunters sitting outside, slowly glance up at the strange storm that has appeared from no where. They study the cloud formations, ignoring their pots that clank gently as the wind howls by. Soon a Lightning strike slams down near them and dances there in place. This causes the two hunters to jump back and one of them trying to scramble to his feet. Soon the lightning strike pulls away before it slams back down again. This time the shadow roams from the lightning strike, as a swirl of flames twirls around before a figure rises from the very shadows and takes a slow, steady step forward. The blood red robes come into view. The antler like horns that rise from the hood. Black clawed fingers that easy flex gently as the figure walks. The cape made of wolf fur barely moves from the wind current that roams around the camp. The figure then places out his hands and a green mist flows from his hands. It slowly roams down from his yellow-like undead skin, before roaming to the ground. The very grass starting to wither away as the mist slowly creeps around the camp site like a living force. Where the mist roams, life withers aways. Slowly though does it snake toward the two hunters. Soon the figure peers at the two men who pull out their blades, with their hands shaking. Red eyes gently glow out from the hood's darkness. "I give you a choice, mortal men.." He then extends out his index finger at the two. "..you may either show me to your kingdom.. or I will wither the answer from you.." One of the hunters then tries to run and the the figures eyes glow brightly before he swings out his arm. The ground shakes suddenly as the earth suddenly lifts up and knocks the very man over. "I only really need one.. perhaps a demonstration is in order?"

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Yet before he'd even come near the gates, a path of destruction had already been carved. A woman with chestnut brown hair and a pink ribbon in her hair, clad mostly in denim, touched a hand to the ground and closed her eyes, her face a mask of grim concentration. She'd heard the rumors, that something much like Shinra's actions had been taking place here. Her eyes opened, features twisted into a visage of mourning. "I can't feel anything..." She stood and turned toward the mounting storm clouds. "Something is killing this place, and quickly." Her eyes narrowed as she made her way toward the dark clouds, just near the walled city. "Not even a whimper of pain, just... nothing." She began to pick up the pace, yet seemed fine with a walk. She would come into contact with the one responsible, eventually.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias has taken to traveling alone of late, often wandering away from the Braves when they paused in any one place, always looking for information regarding her missing princess. It's been a futile search, over and over, but the Knight has yet to give up. Mounted atop a yellow-feathered chocobo, Agrias has been riding through the countryside and upon noticing the lightning strikes and strange storm, she's begun heading further into the area, following the lightning. The knight's armor gleams in the flashing lights. Her thick braid and blue tabard lift and sway in the howling wind, her sword bouncing at her left hip as she rides. Spying the camp in the distant flash of a lightning strike, the Holy Knight adjusts her path, guiding her mount that direction, the bird warbling loudly as the storm rages.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason had been left changed by an incident for so far as she knows forever, until she can find the demi human who did this and make her well? /fix/ it. Still she's has manage to make use of it the lack of sleep has let her work on her projects a lot more, she'd been out testing the limits of her altered form, however the whole sudden sense of something wrong had drawn her attention. She does not know what's going on but something bad does seem to be going down. She comes across quite the site she didn't expect. As for what's happened to Myla? Well she's made of metal, her exposed body parts are silver, still smooth like flesh but clearly mechanical there are doll like joints viable on her knees, hand, and just about everyone join one might see, her eyes are clearly mechanical as well glowing gold rather noticeably and her hair is still braided like before but it's made up of what might be computer connection cables given the data jacks on the end of said cabling. She seems to be some sort of robot or gynoid but she's a little bit more distracted by there being something wrong here. She follows up the woman on the chocobo who seems to have the same idea and she breaks into a sprint keeping up with her and the bird easily enough though the storm does worry her after all she's metal.

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' The hunters stare at the necromancer lord. However just as he was about to perhaps claim one for his own purpose. That is when he hears the sound of the chocobo in the distance. He glances over his shoulders and narrows his eyes. "I see.." He then turns to face the two. He raises up his hand and lightning bolt surges from his finger tips and strikes one of the hunters. The electricity surges through them before they fade to nothing but ash on the ground to be picked up by the wind. He then swings his other hand around and lifts up the hunter into the air by sheer magic alone. A dark crystal forms around him, freezing him in place up there. Indeed sorcery was just at work there before the lich turned around to face the coming heroes. Those red eyes gently stared out from the shadows. The wind rolled around him as he lifts up his fingers and then waves his hand upward. His form lifts up into the air as a dark wave of magical energy rushes outward in an explosion. This was followed by another rolling explosion of dark magic attempting to hold them all in place for a moment. "I do not take kindly to interruptions." The horned figure states with a cold gaze and his words just as cold. "..and you will not stop my progress." Then he extends out his fingers once more. An electrical charges surges around his hand before suddenly a bolt of electricity spikes out in all directions.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' For a brief moment, Aerith glared at the... thing... as he began to speak. All the while, she felt the air around her bristle with magic, and simply waited for him to finish. A split second later, said magic came alive. But all she had to do was not be where the attack was, and so she leapt upward as bolts of lightning struck outward. The blast only lasted a few seconds, and ended just as she landed. "I don't know what you are. Frankly, I don't care. You're killing everything within a five mile radius with every step you take." She continued to move forward, the materia in her bracelets flaring beneath the sleeves of her denim jacket. "It ends now." A sphere of pale green forms around herself and the one behind her. No need for names yet, she was here to help. At least, Aerith hoped so.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Nearing the camp, Agrias can start to make out some of the shapes around it, her features draw into a scowl as she sees the lightning bolts, clearly not coming from the sky, and seemingly aimed at the figures of other people. And then the air surges with magical power. The knight draws and lifts her sword in response, shouting, "Absorb power in the sky and strike! Lightning Stab!" Even as the necromancer's electrical charge blasts towards her, Agrias' blade crackles with energy and launches into the sky. As the attack hits her, the blonde Holy Knight is toppled from her mount's saddle, rolling along the ground while the darkened sky crackles and then a bolt of lightning in the shape of a sword's blade crackles down to slam into the ground near the opponent. Remaining on one knee for a moment, Agrias bows her head in prayer, a brief flicker of holy energy visible and then she blinks, looking up towards Aerith when she notices the magic settling about her. The knight inclines her head to the other woman and then she's rising from her crouch and running forward with her sword held at an angle outwards from her body.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason is caught in the spell she does not do so well nay. Also lightning it's a new sort of pain for her it hurts in a way she has problems desicbing but damn it's painful the cold doesn't bother her so much as she brings up one arm as she recovers and it transforms shifing into a blade which seems to be vibarting slightly she lets out a distorited and robotic cry a she charges at the unknown magic user. She's not a happy lady regardless of what she is.

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' Holy magic. Curious and troublesome. Is the only thing that comes to the Horned King's mind as Aerith cast her protective spells and the Knight cures themselves. The lightning blade also sent by to strike the horned figure seems to have little effect on his floating form. It strikes his body, but the electrical energy is rolled into a ball in his finger tips. "That tickled." he says calmly, before he gazes at Agrias. "Though a pleasant try." He then casts what remains of the magic electricity that came from her attack off to the side. It was easy to tell though while he held it, it actually /did/ burn his hand as smoke rises form it. Yet the magic trick from Agrias was enough of a distraction that when Myla comes running in with her robotic war cry. Those red eyes glance over. He attempts to side step in the air in time, however the blade swings by, cutting across part of his robe and scathing across part of his upper arm. Yet what comes with the blade is not blood-- nor what drips to the ground (which only seems to drain more life from what plants were living), but rather a black substance, that is a tad thicker then blood. His hands reared back, as magical swirled around his fingers, He blasts out waves of dark magic across the field, to slam through them like ghostly needles into their very soul and then with a hard pull of his hands, goes to rip away their defenses, while weakening their souls to his very magic.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith grimaced as her magical defenses flickered, and then shattered like so much glass. She didn't care, simply continued to move forward. He'd wasted a maneuver, giving her plenty of time to prepare her response. She didn't quite have holy magic... yet. But she did have something that would suffice. Aerith's materia flared yet again, and she extended her right hand toward him. "Burn, defiler." Spheres of fire lanced out toward the creature, aiming to damage and punish. No one deserved what he was doing... not even the ones she considered her adversaries.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias scowls as the man seemingly catches electrical energy, and then her gaze flicks to Myla as the girl charges the necromancer. The Knight continues closer, but doesn't quite move close enough to engage in direct melee with the thing. Glancing back at Aerith, the Holy Knight shifts her position. While not moving directly between Aerith and the Horned King, so as to not block the woman's vision, Agrias does place herself so that she can hopefully put herself between them should it be needed. As the black magic lashes out and tears away the magical shield she'd been granted and then tries to weaken her, the blonde knight lifts her sword straight into the air, the blade gleaming with bright light which then washes over her as she shouts, "Your taint shall not affect me, shadow! You will be destroyed!"

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason is locked in close combat with the Hornded king unaware of what his is other than very powerful. She does not know he is the living negative sterotype, of nercomancers. For the moment she's blasted yet again and still does not feel very good. She clearly still has a soul. She is tracking the others miovment. "...I had enough of this." She falls back abit and starts to bring up he rother arm where her fingers morph into barrels and start shooting spell blasts at the Horned king.

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' The flames were thrown at him and he raised up his arm. The fires washed over his form. They covered his body. Yet no screams were had. No cries of pain. Only the burning fires slowly turned into dark blue flames before fizzling out. Leaving smoke rising from his form and the material slightly burned, along with parts of the skin underneath slightly charred by the very fire. Those red eyes glowing from the darkness of the hood slowly peering over to Aerith and thanks to a few flames still dieing out, his face hidden by the hood was lighten. A face of the undead, with barely no skinning holding on. Those upper canines sharp and those eyes in the light of the flame showing just how deep the dark arts goes. This man was indeed a Lich. "I am hardly a shadow." Says the Horned King to Agrias. "..because a shadow can not break you." Then as Myla decies to open fire with her mystical pistols. The flames are reignited and the Horned King's eyes become balefully bright crimson red as he extends his hands out. Ignoring the flames that lick around his form and try to tear away at whatever flesh may remain that the flames can touch. The Lightning strikes across the sky. Thunder roars with a heavy clash as sudden the wind begins to pick up. He rises up his hands into the air and the wind starts to rush around everyone. Swirling as Lightning strikes into the very wind, lightning the darkening the countryside. Soon cyclones form the wind that attempt to lift up everyone off their feet, as the Horned King touches his feet on the ground. Then slashes his arms across the air lightning then streaks across the sky. It strikes for all caught in the wind cyclone, not once or twice. But a long sustain blow before releasing them and allowing them to be flung across the battlefield.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' And then, they all got hit with the storm itself. Honestly, she should have seen it coming, but never mind. It served as an adequate warning as to what he was capable of. Aerith and the others flew haphazardly through the air, knocked to the ground several feet away. Yet somehow, she managed to stand up and shake herself off. For all that might, it was only wind... and so far, nothing was broken. She'd feel a lot of this in the morning, but never mind. For the moment, she was alive, and so was everyone else. It was time to stop messing around, then. Aerith took in a breath and called out to the others fighting with her, few as they were. "Rally on me! We need to coordinate, now!" It wasn't long before healing magic washed over everyone involved, as if the spell itself were to bolster the rallying cry.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Picked up by the howling wind and battered by the strikes of lightning, Agrias hits the ground in a tumble of leather and metal, and it takes her a moment to stir. Her braid has come undone by now, and her armor is streaked with char marks from the bolts and dirt from skidding across the ground. She's managed to hold onto her sword however, the blade held out at her side. Aerith's rush of healing energy causes the Holy Knight to grunt, and the blonde woman begins to stir, pushing to her hands and knees, her voice murmuring a prayer which turns to a ragged shout as she staggers to her feet, "Worse than you have tried, cretin!" Agrias' free hand comes up, balled into a fist and pressed to her chest, her body glowing with holy energy for a moment before she begins to back warily towards Aerith, a glance given to the woman to make sure she's alright, and then towards Myla as well.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason does see the man is a lich, he is undead, where is Helena? She whishes that she's was here, she might have a better idea of how to stop the Lich. For now her hands morphs back to normal and she moves in to not attack no. She brings up a barrier before the powerful magic is brought against her. However the barrier is not enough to stop the spell She's cuaght in the wind slammed about and then comes the pain. She slams into the ground and is asparking now somehow the magic heals her, and she kicks in some self repair functions but it's not enough she needs to recover some more or she's pretty much screwed.

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' "Admirable." The Horned King states with a cold tone in his voice. He has yet to show any real display of emotion in his voice. If anything through this battle he has remained rather calm, but even with the fires still flickering over his form, he does not seem to be showing his pain. "..Admirable.. but hardly not enough to save you from the fate you have walked upon." The man is still up in that crystal. He seems to be-- slowly aging now? No. His very life was slowly being robbed from him. The Horned King then raises up his arms and dark tendrils reach from the ground right at the others. He uses these to sling himself into the air as the tendrils try to yank his targets face first into the very ground. He places up his hand and then casts another spell followed by another summoning of a lighting bolt as he twirls around and unleashes it outward at the group.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith took in a deep breath. "Listen to me, both of you." She glared at the undead figure. "Whatever this thing is, it's not going to sit there and let us play this out. We're going to do this quick and dirty, and it'll be very, very messy if anything goes sideways." She glanced toward Agrias. "I want you to go full bore at him. Everything you can throw, throw it." She turned toward the robot, who seemed to have a mind of her own. "You're going to stay back and fire whatever you can at him. I don't care what it is, pester him." She glanced at the creature again. "We need to keep each other covered with whatever healing we can. Can't just focus on ourselves anymore. Agreed?" Without waiting for an answer, the crystals in Aerith's bangles flare up again, and the other two would feel their joints loosen, their muscles uncoil. Response time, agility, anything that had to do with speed was increased.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Another attack, the tendrils grasp at Agrias and tug, and while it hurts, she does manage to resist hitting the ground face first. The following bolt of lightning strikes home too, drawing a grunt of pain from the blonde knight. Hissing out a breath, Agrias glances to Aerith and inclines her head to the brunette woman, "Here goes then." Twirling her sword briefly, Agrias angles it across her body, the blade beginning to gleam as she shouts towards the beast, "Your power is fleeting, beast! You will fade away like the countless other shadows that haave been banished by holy light! Absorb power in the sky and strike! Lightning stab!" As the knight's voice howls, the dark sky begins to crackle with more and more lightning, bolts striking the ground in a flashing pattern which quickly dances towards the Lich.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason HUD is showing a lot of warning at this time. She looks at the Horned King but says nothihng. Why? Because she's too busy on charging a weapon there's a glow coming from hwr as she shiefs back and arms rise up morphing into a strange forma nd water starts to form about her in a huge sphere she rises up into the air and then unleqahses the water blast even as the lightning comes at her. She brings the water against The Horned King and keeps it comming a torrent of water focused all at him. She doesn't question her magic working given what has happene she's just glad it really does work still.

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' Aerith seems to be acting as the leader of this fine group and that gets the Horned King's attention. He raises an eye ridge at this before chuckling softly at what seems to be an attempt to withstand his might. He had learned his lesson from last time. He had no plans to give any room for error this time. When Agrias comes to bring her power to bare, the sword is swung down and the lightning swords come crashing down. The Horned King raised up his hand a magic barrier forms before him and the lightning swords. The blades impact the magical barrier. His whispers words on the wind which starts to slowly dispel the magic that had been cast. However one of the blades before fully dispelled breaks through and slams into his shoulder, causing him to almost lose his balance and slump a bit to the side. The electricity surges around his arm as he slowly stands up straight once more. Those red eyes slowly looking right at Agrias. "Power is only fleeting if you desire to remain mortal." He then raises up his head slightly. "..a chain I have already broken.." The Myla hits the 'oh no you just did not' button as she suddenly charges a massive water torrent aimed right at him. Quickly with his eyes narrowed sharply he swung his arm around and a magical wall comes in the way between him and the water blast. The water swings around the wall, missing him completely as he holds his ground and then brings down the barrier once the attack finishes. Those eyes still narrowed dangerously. He lowers his head as his fingers light up with electricity once more. He stares them down for a moment, before he places his hand up into the air. The wind begins to pick up once more and this thousands of lightning strikes come sailing down from the sky. As the lightning danced across the ground, he then lowered his arm out to the side. The lightning as if on command suddenly exploded outward with a massive WHUMP and thunder roared across the sky.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' The Cetera gritted her teeth as she withstood the assault from the undead creature. Still, she stood strong against the spells, and executed her response. True to her word, Aerith began the process of bolstering their defenses. She wouldn't do anything to assault until she had to, until it was the perfect moment. She unleashed yet another wave of healing energies toward her allies, saving some for herself as well. Putting up defenses would simply mean he would strip them again, and while that was enough of a distraction, it was nothing more than a stalling tactic. No, they had to make themselves unassailable in a different way if they wanted to stop him.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Another battering storm, and Agrias drops to one knee, her hands grasping the hilt of her sword which is stuck in the ground in front of herself. The blonde knight is clearly flagging at this point, but she struggles to continue on. A whispered prayer has the glow of holy light surrounding her and both Aerith and Myla once again, the Knight's eyes clenched closed for a moment.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla is too busy focused on following she's almost ightin with the signle mindnes of a robot, funny that. She muses at the King's mention of breaking the motal chain. She says nothing it's a thought if she's stuck like this is she going to live until she is killed? AN odd line of thinking btu for now she's wanting to rip the Lich apart. Maybe he won't die, but it will take a while to put himself back together right? Myla arm turns into the blade once more and she dives right at the Horned King while again her allies are healing her. Aerith and Dame Oak are somehow repairing some od the damage and keeping her in the fight.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "You know.." Helena's voice rolls out from behind the heros. "I do love strong men, but...I think this is becoming just a tad bit unfair, no? And while I wouldn't mind watching you kill them...I would much rather collect on their graditude." She says, sweetly, as she dives in out of nowhere, channeling darkness and aims it... On the back of Myla, and then towards Agrias. The darkness surges, collectively restructuring the damage that was delt to them, instead of making it go away...the flesh that is healed looks corpse like and ashen, it is healed, it functions like a healing spell...and will eventually turn back to normal coloration. Helena litterally uses necromancy to heal, or rather applies the principles in a different...and interesting way to living flesh. "Are you so confident in your victory now, oh King of death? I think the tides have turned against you..."

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' The Horned King watches as they all start healing one another and rumbles a bit. He decides to change up the game a bit. It seems with their desire to continue this fight of futility, he will have to make this fully understood. "Surrender now and bow before me as your god." The lich states as he extends out his hand. "Or I will crush the very lives out of you and force you into abidance. This is the only offer I will give you on this day." Myla rushes in once more. The blade impales into his body and almost goes through. He snarls in pain before snapping his jaw in a tense motion. His hand flickers with electricity which he then shoves against her form and uses it to blast her right off. His hands extend outward and as his feet touch down on the ground, the ground rumbles before it explodes under the three, tossing them into the air. He then spins around and attempts to freeze them up in the air, before shattering that freeze with ghostly piercing that breaks through the magical bind and blasts out the other side. "What is your choice?" That is when Helena shows up and shows off her necromancy abilities and he chuckles a bit at the irony of this really. He actually claps his hands just slightly in his amusement toward the sudden change of events. He has seen her before, but she had never stepped in-- now he gets to see what this wonder child of dark magic can actually produce. "Perhaps they have. Perhaps they have not. Time though.. is on my side."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' It wasn't until the last second when she realized just what was going on... all that talk was a cover for something else. Thus was she knocked skyward, sent flying, and had herself frozen in mid-air... only for something to break her icy shell. Luckily for her, she came out somewhat unscathed, though bruised. Flowergirl stood and prepared her response, when her eyes widened as a disturbingly similar aura flared from just behind her. She glanced over her right shoulder at yet another sapper of life... Who just happened to use that same power to heal her allies. Aerith blinked for a moment, wondering how exactly that was possible. Then again... she'd seen her before... The gears in her head clicked into place. Burmecia. She was skilled, dangerous... but helping them. The question of why was a moot thing; she was helping. Aerith turned toward the lich with a snarl. "I guess you can predict my answer before I give it. But just in case you can't..." Her eyes narrowed. "You kill things, then bring them back, only to kill some more. If that's the only offer you make to me, it's flawed." All of her materia flared yet again. "Since you like magic so much... take this!" She thrust her right hand toward him yet again... and nothing seemed to happen. Until of course, he felt himself slow a pace, and the very words were robbed from him.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason was not expecting Helena backup at this point. "Good to see you Helena." It seems the gods heard her peayers, they got some backup from Helena. "Relax I know her." She's also quite fast she doesn't even pause as she contiunes her attacks and pulls back before she van get cut down pretty hard. "I owe you one Helena." The Machinest robo girl readies her pistols? Well not pistol given they are physically a part of her right now. She doesn't have much power for a full out strike she can fire off another flare shot or two from her finger guns while she gets ready for something bigger.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias scowls at the Horned King as she's struck by another blast from the storm, and she lashes out with a spectral manifestation of a sword in retaliation. "You are no god. You're as much a fool as--" the blonde knight trails off, screaming sharply as her battered, lightning-charred, and cut flesh begins to take on an ashen, corpse-like appearance after the wave of darkness washes over her, and Agrias whirls, sword snapping out and holy light flaring near Helena, "Back to the depths of hell with both of you!" Myla's words go unheard or ignored.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' And then... For her selfless actions... she is HOLY exploded on! She yelps in surprise, flipping back and then away from the explosion...her eyes looking surprised for a moment...and then a dark cloud washes over her face. Her eyes narrow...she takes a very powerful stance...darkness starts to build up in her hands. This is a style that was not very well known in the world above, it is the exact opposite of the style used by the Nick, his style uses the gods, exonerates them...uses their skills as part of his own so well that they are SUMMONED... Her style is meant to /destroy/ those gods that rule over their world... She steps forward, aiming to drive her fist right into Agrias's chest...aiming to litterally try and sever her life force at the source. "Well, if you won't be of help with your blade, then you will serve as fuel to me!"

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' Aerith casts her magic and in return the Horned King raises up his hand and blasts out a lightning bolt right for Aerith. Her magic was almost dispelled however as it comes into contact, but he was a bit delayed, only because he has to turn his attention around sharply to create a magical barrier to block the magical shot that comes in from Myla. However then something rather wondrous and perhaps another humor moment in this day's battle. The Holy Knight turns on the friendly necromancer. To add to this, it would seem this pulled the necromancer's anger and she lashes out in return. The Horned King can only shake his head. "You desire to call me a fool, when you foolish stand behind your beliefs so strong that you are blind." The Horned King then starts to float back up into the air. He then extends out his hand. The ground starts to shake and darkness starts to seep out in a mist of sickly green as he summons forth from his own necromactic magic and the power of the cauldron from afar. Soon the air around the three starts to darken and the very mist itself attempts to devour them. Attempting to rip at their very bodies and try to suffocate them. He then slowly closes his hand as the air to only grow thicker with the mist. His eyes glowing brightly red, before he at last releases them and tosses his hand to the side as the very air explodes with dark energy and acts like a wave of magic to knock those off their feet.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason says "Aerith? Listen well, we need to get back...." Myla just has this look of horror on her face as she sees Agrias turn right around and go after Helena. Oh dear Light, this is going no where good. Before she can do more the power of the Horned King comes. She's not able to say more as well she takes too much damage the world goes to static and she collapses from the damage she's taken. Is it over? Then something happens, over the static comes a chibi Helena, in a tron suit. "Necro.exe go!" It squeaks and vision return as parts Myla's ravaged body boots up again and the damaged gynoid gets back on her feet. "Systems online." She now gets up goes to grab Aerith and against her better judgement she'll grab Agrias as well.. She gives a look to Helena with oh please don't smite me now. With that she leaps using all of her remaining energy to leap away and go as fast as her inhuman body can go.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena watches her magic work on Myla. When Myla finally leaves, because he doesn't smite her, she shrugs her shoulders.. "...Why was she a robot?" She asks nobody in particular, and then shakes her head. "Well, I guess this is your win after all! Who would have expected she'd attack me? I sure didn't."

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' "Holy Knights are blind by their beliefs. Sometimes so much so, that they do not see an ally in the dark." The Horned King shrugs his shoulders, before he lands down with simple ease and takes a few steps. He glances over to Helena for a moment, he then tilts his head just slightly as he sense the darkness radiating off her-- a great deal of it too and perhaps... "You have also been following me for some time." The Horned King then looks away. The crystal that holds the man starts to float along with him before he extends out his hand. A dark portal then opens when the crystal floats into. "..you could stop me now... or you could interest that hidden curiosity.. that choice is yours." The Horned King then starts to walk toward the portal. As he walks toward the portal, several more then open. Undead Hoard march out of those portals. Each with axes, swords, and shields. The Cauldron Born move into the area, lining up one by one. Rows of them really. It would seem the Horned King may be planning an invasion force? But for what reason?

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "No kidding...that was something out of the dark ages there." She says, flipping her hat to the side. "Regurdless, she got what she deserved." However, he brings up a point of contention, "Perhaps I have...or maybe you have been following me in reverse? A matter of philosphy!" She says, capracious as always, "Powerful undead are always something of interest to me, and it is no mystery why, to you." She says. "As you can see, I am a necromacer, but of course, I am always learning, always honing my craft." She says, following the Horned king. "Always...willing to learn."

A Strange Change

2013-12-08T08:15:40Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/11/10
|Location=Port Royal
|Synopsis=Myla and Setzer check out a rumor in Port Royal and find more than they expected. For Echo uses a strange magic item to seemingly transform them forever.
|Cast of Characters=Setzer Gabbiani, Myla Mason, Echo
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' In the heart of the city, there appears to be some sort of storm brewing... or perhaps it's some kind of magical squall, though it appears to be ebbing and flowing. Echo is at the center of it, standing in a small park, as she works on refining the crystal ball's power--really, it was more like a magician's palantir now, though it much more than just view things. Echo stands there amusedly in the grass, having gotten the thing fired up and ready for a test drive on whoever that might show up, likely some of those annoying hero types, she imagines. Or heck just anyone, really--she had briefly considered even trying to find a towns person or three, just check how it worked on more than one or two people.. it had already worked well enough on Vespa, she had noted.

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' One of those annoying hero types - or rather, a somewhat heroic free spirit - was shopping. As much as he liked to fly, he had to land every once in a while to get supplies for the ship, mostly food. Why he doesn't just eat something somewhere when he's hungy, that's anyone's guess. Nobody knows that makes Setzer roll at times. Maybe he tosses some dice when he wakes up? But we digress from the matyter at hand. Like a good, curious hero-type, Setzer finds the stormy place intriguing. And probably worrying as well. After all, it doesn't seem natural, and it is better to address the issue before some poor townsperson finds him or herself in trouble.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' The black-dressed bat lady is not that hard to find, being a white furred bat person and all, standing next to the apparent object that seems to be creating the storm--what looks like a zephyr swirling around it! "Oh hello there! so nice of you to come!" Echo grinned as Setzer drew nearer, holding her arms out a little before rubbing her chin, as if pausing in thought. Calculating a moment, she seemed to get lost in thought before smiling as she drew her eyes back to Setzer. "Very good indeed," she nodded.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason has known this city pretty well and wonders what's been going on. She had heard som of the urmors and had come to see just what mght actually be going on. She's totlaly one of those annoying hero types even if she does not call herself such. The pirate has fallen in line with it her wild nature of clothing staning out a bit less here or prehaps more depending on how to you look at it?. "Hello there, yout self...is there something we can do for you miss?"

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' Setzer likes to see himself as a good reader of people. But today, he is puzzled. He doesn't really think going there would be good, at least for him. "Oookay..." he says, raising an eyebrow and mentally checking himself for the weapons that he carried with him. "So... what are you trying to do here, again? I don't really think you are creating this," he sweeps his hand to indicate the squall, "just to provide visual effects."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Just came down to practice a little," Echo gestured distractly to the air, where there was currently a mini-storm brewing, spouting up into the hair around them, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. She gestured with one hand and the crystal ball descended, it's countless surfaces reflecting the pale blond-ish man standing there. "Think this is in need of a more... feminine touch," the bat lady grinned then more like a shark than anything recognizable as mammalian. She extended a hand and the ball began to glow again, Setzer almost clearly visible in the polished surfaces before it begins to shift--his chest growing outward and his hips--or rather her's now, beginning to widen and grow into a much more hourglassy shape. "Ahah!" Echo snapped her fingers, very pleased with this.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason looks at the strange women for a moment and tilts her head a little bit adjusting her goggles for a momnt as she looks at her. "Practice? What soert of practice?" She then senses some magic as something drops down upon the wandering gamberl and she just well starting in uprise as Stezer clearly changing and well ummm he seems to be turning into a woman. "Wait what in the name of the coils...?"

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' ... what is the female version of Setzer, again? Either way, the gambler feels some places become too tight as the ball glows. Looking down, (s)he notes the mounds that were not there before. Huh. What is his/her reaction you ask? Why, cup them, of course. At least he won't get slapped for that. "I reckon I don't look half bad, but I don't think I'm cut out to be a woman, you know?" she grins, unbuttoning the top button of his/her shirt. Hey, it's too tight. "Besides, if that is what your little toy does... sorry, I don't want to fall into traps... or is it for traps?" That being said, Setzerina jumps on the bat-witch, making any possible observers thing that not only the gambler got a sex change, but also a bad case of PMS.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "No, not really, it's an engine of polymorph magic, actually," Echo is all smiles as the gambler now becomes a much more curvy and feminine version, rule 63'd Setzer! "It's simpyl really--ahh!" Echo screeched as the gambleress fell upon her, there was much tearing at eachother's clothes and of hair, the two likely rolling around in the grass yelling and scratching, struggling with eachother. "Oh hey--not the face, not the face!" she yelled, as the two went at it, the bat trying to pull herself up and back to her feet so she can try and work magic on her.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason has snapped out of being stunne dif Stezer's not phased by being change she shouldn't be right? They got to worry about this woman whomever she is. She also leaps into the fight but knowing if she were killed or beat up too badly there might be no fixing of Stezer after all so she leaps on Echo getting intoh the melee hersel making use of her fists. She's got a pretty good right hook for someone whose in the back line of a party!

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' Setzerina grunts at the bat-woman, who had escaped her clutches almost unharmed. To be honest, he didn't have this kind of fun in years. Maybe he could stal that orb to use in occasions where he wanted ot mess with people's minds? Either way, the bat woman seemed to be about to do something unpleasant, so our genderbent heroine rolled to the side, letting whatever the bat-witch had planned miss its target. "Aww, don't you see my scars?" she joked, getting to her feet in a most masculine way, "A few scratches on your face shouldn't look that bad. It's not like people will go batty at the sight of you." And in the meanwhile, she closes the distance to her battiness, preparing to slap her silly.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Ahhh, you tow get off meee!" Echo was wide-eyed and screeching proper of course, trying to fight the two women off of her, the cat fighting now having devolved into a bit more vicious punching and scratching as they all seemed to roll around fighting. Course, Echo had had a bit more practice at this than Setzer, so she is coming out ontop until Myla decides to add her expertise in and adds some bruises to the bat. She grits her teeth and sends a few blows back the other girl's way, before trying to grab onto Setzerina's hair and pull.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason says "A few can be bragging rights where I'm from regardless of gender." Myla is locked in clsoe combat with Echo and trying to back up the changed Stezer a she goes at her. The fihting is pretty close and now she wonders. Just what Echo's real game is, but then whem she's cuaght up close with some magic her way. Well she think it wa someh and she tries to get ahold of echo and slam into her again.

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' "Oooooooowwww!" the captain complains, somewhing that she would do even if she was still a male. Setzer always prided himself on his hair. "This," she says, trying to backhand the bat-witch again, "means war!" she sneers, right before she swings her head back and tries to grab the witch on the shoulders to headbutt her. You DON'T mess with Setzer's hair. Even if he's currently a chick. /Especially/ if he's currently a chick

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' The fighting seems to have wound up to be a full out wrestling match--concerning yelping snarling ladies, anyway--punching and clawing at eachother. Once Echo has the series of blows nad a bit of electricity raising the hair of the other two, she pulled herself up, looking none too amused with what was going on. "Buh--" she looked dazed after the headbutt, the skin beneath her fur stinging as she pulled herself back together, still looking... uneasy after that. She raised an arm again and the orb glowed--casting it's light over her. Myla's hair remained the same, though her skin soon began to shine with a metallic sheen, gaining a luster as her joints all along her body soon became visible, her clothes remaining among all of this thankfully--her eyes singular glowing points of gold. "Ro... robot!" she nodded, pleased with her magical work, raising her hands to send some proper magic the other two's way this time.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason is coming in for another go when she's hit with a strange spell. She hurks hunching over as she changes. Her skin is turtning to be metal it' takes on a sivler tint to it, her tattoos becoming circuit lines in the same pattern as whens he was flesh. Her hair changes after a moment into long cables that end in an assortment of data jacks at the base. Her vision swims her gear is also gone which confuses her till she sees she has a hudd incidaing wait is all her gear now a part of her? She emits a sonic pulse or a moment but it does little good it seems o she pulls back one arnd and a palm port opens letting lose a burst of fire at Echo as she punches her. Her voice also sounds warped and mechanica. "What..what did you do!"

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' Cursing like a sailor, Setzerina weaves through the spellfire, looking for an opening. The fact that that orb seemed to transform Myla into some kind of automaton did not go unnoticed, however. "So..." she mutters, "it seems to turn things into other things, eh? Fair enough." Echo might have experinence on being a woman, but the captain of the Blackjack knew how to gamble. Rummaging through her pockets, Setzerina found a couple of poker chips, something or other that must have been forgotten after a night at a casino somewhere. "Perfect." she smiled, before stating to throw them. One would wonder if she really expected them to hurt. Her response would be to suggest them to stand on the line of fire and feel for themselves.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Indeed, the transformation for Myla would begin to deepen a bit, her long hair becoming blue wiring instead, though still braided and bunned as it was before, just now more robotic, and looking very much like a gorgeous femmebot. Echo had her index finger extended after sendding the spells out, blowing on it as she dodges Myla's counterattack nimbly--likely being a bit more faster on her feet than Myla is, what with her more rigid robot form taking some getting used to. "Gah--poison poker chips??" she looked a good bit queesy after being cut by one, shrugging, feeling a little hint of embarrassment there. Her family's magic was somewhat naturally inclined to poison it's target, after all. She narrowed her left eye so she could sharpen the view she had of both of them with the other, magical energy surging around her right arm--then out towards them!

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason is not used to the weight of her form no and she turns about swining out with her arm as something happens her cutlass forms out her arm shiftinand she slahses with it confused but it sees to be working. What the heck has Echo done to her, how is this even possible to her. She's made out metal and plasit now an si very confused she's also very mad.

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' Though he manages to strike some glancing hits on the witch, the genderbent gambler is unable to evade from the incoming wave of ice and the stuff that comes after them. The thorns make multiple cuts on the clothes and visible skin of the woman, while the plasma burns singed the fabric on several spots. Setzer will be feeling this in the morning, that's for sure. Grabbing a deck of cards from another pocket, Setzerina resumes the regular programming of tossing cards, running around as she tries to outflank the witch. Oh, and those cards? Some might blow up, other might do things. Some of them might even be magic sinks. It's a weird hobby of the gambler, but one that comes in handy when she deals with mages that cheat at poker.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Myla would likely not even feel really that different, at least once she gets used to her new bod--likely she had full tactile sense still, so there wouldn't be any odd lack of sensation, and all that--her senses readily replaced by technological analogues. Cut by the femmebot's sword and thrown back by the card's explosion--Echo tries to shield herself with her arms and her wings, legs bending as she's pushed back. "You... you BITCH, do you know what it's going to take to get grass stains out of this dress??!" Echo spat and held out the now quite mussed and stained material of her clothes, apparently having looked down and now just noticed it. She begins gathering up a large series of deadly magical fire bursts. Uh oh, watch out guys--hissyfit!

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason has been more baffled by the HUD and having built in tools, weapons and the like more than anything. The Femmebot machinest is still in teh fight and find somehow her magic still works? Clearly she's some sort of magi-tek creation she'd guess and she looks at them. "You jus altered who we are and your whining about a dress!?!" The water comes, and there a lot of it the very water in the air has been turned to Myla's will and she brings it down on Echo like a hammer. A very wet hammer that she mey end up swimming in for a bit.

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' "Guess what, I'm all out of *BLEEP*s to give!" the woman/man replies, cracking her knuckles in anger. The bat was starting to become really annoying, and she wants to swat her lights out. Yet another pocket search later, Setzerina twirls a pair of wicked-looking darts in her hands, before throwing them in quick sucession and deciding to try out something she saw on Manhattan once. If she was still a man, she wouldn't do this, but as she is a woman right now... all is fair in love, war and catfights. Running towards the witch in the wake of the darts, the captain cocks her right fist, preparing to execute the arcane move of punching Echo's abdomen with a cry of: FAAAAAAALCON PUNCH!

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "What kind of magic is that?!" Echo caws haughtily as the large crashes of water are easily avoided by her, flapping her wings and bringing herself up into the air, vaulting off the ground and into the air to safety. Magic began to surge around her arm again as she readied a counter for Myla, she is caught by the sudden mighty blow. "What the--Urghhh!" She is sent flying back, knocked unconscious by the fierce blow. The darts that Setzerina had thrown plinked off the crystal ball--or rather passed right through it, cutting through the magical imbued crystal-like substance--causing it to explode into a cloud of shards and powdered cut glass. Crasshh! The magic's hold on the world however seems to tenaciously cling to the two affected by it, not dissipating... yet.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason ::looks at Echo for a moment and smirks a little bit. "What kind of magic? Wouldn't you like to know." She indotes looking to chage after he but she's stil not used to the full range of movment of her altered body so she has a hard time chasing after them but then she pauses looking to Miss Gabbiani for a moment "... umm what do we do now..."

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' Panting, Setzerina lingered a bit in the half-crouched position in which she landed after the punch. She was pretty sure the bat would learn her lesson, however... "Good question." she replies to Myla, turning towards the gynoid. "I certainly wasn't expecting that," a wave towards the fragments, "to happen. I'm afraid I don't know much about magic, but if I were to guess... we'll have to wait until things to back to normal?" Oh my, she really hoped that the transformation would last less than a month, or else she might Falcon Punch Echo again, and tie her to the bow of the Blackjack.

Dark Clouds

2013-10-11T21:56:07Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/10/05
|Location=Hollow Bastion - Castle
|Synopsis=The Shadow Lords have a meeting, to speak on current events. They plot they plan and Negaduck finds out the price of being late!
|Cast of Characters=Negaduck, LEXUS, Maleficent, Seith, Hades, Kuja, Disarray, Rakassa
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' The shell of Hollow Bastion is mostly full of death and emptiness. There are some rooms which are used by dwellers in the dark, monsters and villains. These rooms aren't even necessarily connected to the rest of the castle. Their stairways ruined, their hallways full of water or awash in bugs and darker things. Those who can use Corridors might as well make truly secure lairs. A whole civilization of heroes, if they were strong and bold, could hide out downstairs and Maleficent might be none the wiser. After all, any books from the library she hasn't had time to read yet are next to her bed. Her rooms are clean, if stately and sad. The place is dark and gloomy, perfect for fell deeds. The council table is scrupulously polished. The Dark Fairy, her horned headdress and pale, fair, green face highlighted in the wan soullights of magical torches - paces. She paces in circles around the table, her smooth palm resting on it, tracing lines of sickly purple light thoughtfully in the dust. She sent out the call, Diablo is pecking messengers right now. Pain and Panic have probably been headbutted into submission. Smee might fear for his eyes and be fretting neurotically outside the Captain's door. Lock, Stock, and Barrel tried to cage the bird and feed it to Oogie, only to find it made of sterner stuff. Doubtless many people are here who will not chime in. One way or another, they will know of this meeting. Those who do not come in person probably know enough to send representatives - who will stand silently in the shadows if they know what is good for them. Rabble don't get to speak, and the price for not being at the meeting is that we only read your letters later. Maleficent reflects on all of this. They have been idle long enough. The world has rested, inasmuch as one can be lulled into a false sense of security about the looming darkness that lurks on the horizon to eat you all, people have been sufficiently lulled. The princesses will be found, the Keyholes will open, the chapter of waiting will close, ruling will begin. Maleficent stands at one side of the table, leaning her staff diagonally against it. She leans forward, stretching luxuriously in the moment when she is alone. Chairs might have been a good idea. She could magic up chairs, but would that be a sign of weakness? That was the problem. You stand at the first meeting, it becomes a point of dominance to always stand as if your dogs weren't barking. She spent part of today in ancient runes licking the veneer off ancient enchantments with careful puffs of green flame. Her dogs are barking. But by the time she assumes her whip straight haughty posture, no one would know. And then they trickle in.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' The fires of the room BURST as Hades, Lord of the Dead makes his appearance. Unlike what Maleficent /might think/ he has not been idle...but he has also had a set back. Yes, Hades is not happy with this turn of events...he has come to hear the words, but he was not summoned, he was invited. "Maleficent, Darling, it has been too long! Me and the boys in the Underworld, you remember the Underworld right? The place with all the stiffs.." he looks around, "The dead kind," he says with a grin. He walks towards the table and takes a seat. His hand is held palm out, and a large pitcher of Ambrosia is produced, with glasses, "So to celibrate this invitation, I brought the refreshments." he says, already pouring herself one, and then himself. Hades is relaxed about this...he has years upon years to address this... "So what is the hubub about?"

:'''[[Disarray]] has posed:''' Somewhere in those darkened depths of Hollow Bastion, a beast dwells. The monsterous creature had been recruited at some point after the fall of the worlds, and now calls one of the dungeons below her home. The great monster has become the resident blacksmith for the castle. Rarely seen in person, Disarray's work is more well known than her face. Still, the beast answers the call. Disarray stalks from the direction of the stairs, her warhammer slung over one shoulder and her huge, clawed digits flexing at her sides. The monster is little more than a mash-up of various creatures, making her form that much more frightening when illuminated only by the flickers of firelight. Without a word, the beast pulls an arm to her chest and bows her head towards Maleficent, tail tucked in a show of some measure of respect. It's short-lived, though, as she quickly takes takes her place at the table. Her spot is particularly visible, deep claw-marks etched into wood. Without a place to sit, her tail twitches behind her. Cat-like eyes flick to the others as they arrive, most being treated with a feline disdain, but only a rare few gaining a hint of her regard. They are the ones who have a place at this table. Those who lurk in the shadows aren't worth her time.

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' The flare of dark magic accompanying a Dark Corridor bursts into the room, as the strange form of Shadow Lord Rakassa ambles its way out. She's shed her human form, some might say disguise. Her body is covered in dark blue robes, heavy and thick to hide the strange form beneath. Long, tall, and far-too-thin, her lower body is akin to a sphinx, or some other creature. Her upper portion is that of a dark elven maiden, with far too many teeth and fangs that never quite look the same each time she smiles. Taking a seat as her quadrupedal form allows, a long, snake-like tongue licks the edges of her toothy grin, face further shadowed by her runed cowel. Ever the lover of vice and greed, the appearance of Hades has Rakassa's smile etched on her face. "Oh, what a /darling/! Do pour me a glass, Hades. Beats Vector's wine any day! Or the blood of it's pathetic citizens." A chuckle escapes her, before she finally turns to peer at their leader. "Maleficent." She nods, before simply relaxing with an air of nonchalance. Presumably, there's either orders to be given, or a long meeting she can drink through and not care about. Either way, she's content.

:'''[[Kuja]] has posed:''' A flamboyantly dressed individual luxuriates on a couch in his suite in Alexandrian Castle. Resting his hand on the side of his face in a bored manner. Reruns. That was the true evil of the TNT network. Reruns. That and reality TV. It occurs to him that he may have forgotten something, to which he begins to speak aloud, "What was it again today? The Elephant Lady's troth has been filled. All executions have been seen to... The Pernicious Rose's self-righteous diatribe has been noted... The fool Mutt has been reassured that I'm not in fact trying to kill him, even though I would like nothing better." Then suddenly it hits him. "#@$#$@$!" Censored due to the fact that you know, its Disney, as suddenly the table in front of his couch has been turned over by his sudden rise. It was still soon enough for him to arrive.. fashionably late. One corridor of darkness and a spell to commandeer an organ deep within the Hollow Bastion later for a theme song and Kuja was striding into the meeting room with carefully controlled steps. Luckily it seems like Hades was providing Maleficent with enough of a distraction that she /might/ not decide to take offense at his tardiness. Seating himself down at the table, he leans back with that same casual demeanor. He doesn't greet anyone, doesn't deign to do much more than offer a bored look and a haughty glance towards the head of the table. In truth, he was searching for the presence of... one individual in particular, who didn't appear to be present, how odd. Perhaps he was playing a different role in this little drama.

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' On of the first through the doors is a man dressed in appropiate dark cloth. A common visitor and peruser of the Library, this particular man rarely travels outside the Hollow Bastion lest it is to bring anguish to heroes, and test those able to be tested. Horns adorn his head, laying forwards, the man carries himself with pride and might through the room. There's slight purple crackles around him, and small pebbles near him lift, showing his control over one of the universe's greatest powers; Gravity. A star-filled black cape flutters behind him as his heavy-armored steps carry him forth closely behind Disarray. He isn't a man who speaks very often, unless spoken to. So it is hardly strange that he doesn't chime in with Hades or any others. He merely lets his presence speak for him. A twosome of black-and-silver panther-shaped Heartless follow him through the room, growling at any of the 'lesser' minions that might find themselves near this man. Carrying in his right gauntletted hand, he carries one of the books from the libraries. When he arrives at the table, the heartless are dismissed into the shadows of the ground, and he closes the book with a loud 'clap', and then carefully lays it down to the table, looking up at Maleficent. This man is curious, curious why this woman would call upon them now. It'd been such a long time. What had it been now? Almost a year? It was hard to follow time within the halls of this hollow place.

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' The messenger to the Shadow Lords' representative in the Grid didn't have far to go. Maleficent might even have just sent him a Twitter. And when your have an access point in Hollow Bastion itself, it would be ill-mannered indeed to ignore the invitation. And LEXUS is far from ill-mannered. The Dark Program steps out of the shadows, his eyes whirling in their gleaming inhuman manner as he looks upon those gathered. Always analyzing. Always measuring. Always planning. He makes a thin smile, the purple energy lines along his neck and tie flickering slightly as he folds his arms behind himself. "Greetings." LEXUS says, giving Maleficent a bow. He has always yielded to her de facto dominance with in the Shadow Lords... When she has deigned to emerge from her chambers. From the shadows, a pair of the chittering Darmon Heartless flank him, chittering in modulated tones, as if the insectoid Heartless are considering the entities before them for dinner. Of course they wouldn't /do/ such a thing. Right? LEXUS does not move or speak, but the pair break off, moving as one into the shadows. Possibly to go hunt and ear something. The nature of the Heartless suits them well. Always hungry, always seeking to fill that void, even for just an instant. Always seeking out those to add to the collective. The Dark Program himself simply waits for the meeting to begin, silent. The last time such a meeting was called, a major world was destroyed. This time, it might be even greater.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent smiles beatifically, every appearance of sincere pleasure in response to the proferred drink. "Why ... how thoughtful." She takes the glass, and, with reserved appearance, drinks only a sip of what to her tastes of honey and sugar and a hint of cinnamon. She does not gulp it down at length, instead exercising restraint to have a mere sip. Her throat had been parched and dry in the dust of this place, and the temptation to use dark magic to clear one's tubes is best resisted. "Best if we wait until all members of our coterie have emerged from their business, I assure you it is important. I would not waste your time." She takes periodic sips, when it can be excused as empty motion to fill the moments. Disarray's emergence is acknowledged with a gentle inclination of her head. Having waited this long, any impatience in Maleficent is long dead and buried somewhere out behind the castle where no one will find it. It may be resurrected some other day, but not today. The bestial inhabitant of the castle is welcome, no doubt she will be useful. Close on her heels comes the dark-cowled warrior. She nods to acknowledge him, a nod between professionals as Seith closes his book. This man knows how to make an entrance, she likes that. Indeed, Maleficent used the scattering of minions sparked by the terrible panthers as cover to take another gulp of the drink. That was really good! But none must ever know. You saw nothing. Then dark things. The Sorceress /feels/ the Corridor before it opens, a certain kind of almost-gooseflesh feeling that is not altogether unpleasant. She does not turn her head at first, recognizing Rakassa by voice, and acknowledging her with a melodious: "Welcome to the meeting." and a nod of her head after turning to meet the undisguised creature's eye with her same smile. People mill in the shadows, taking seats in rows to watch but not be heard. They will govern themselves accordingly - she did not choose stupid partners in this endeavor, she hoped. Lexus interfaces in, "And to you, greetings also. Well, since some associates have decided not to grace us with-" A blast of music and Kuja's arrival by Corridor would have sparked an eyeroll in a lesser woman. The elegantly dressed man takes his seat. She pivots on him as if she were on a turning platform, no part of her appearing to move. The glass is empty by now. "I hope you have brought enough drama for the /entire/ group." Pause, recompose, begin to speak. Her voice is magically magnified so that, outside the circle of associates in the plain light, it seems to be coming from right next to each lesser minion's ear, sibilant as a whisper and on the edge of hearing. "Doubtless you will wonder why I roused you all from your business. When last we convened, a world fell under darkness as a show of force - we bided our time. We have all taken action. Our agenda going forward is simple. We have acted apart, disparate, without coordination - consolidating our power. I propose..." And her wording is very careful here. She extends her staff, and images resolve out of the air - like forms made from smoke, hovering above the table. One, a keyhole, one - a huge crystalline deposit, which splits into four faintly glowing blue, yellow, red, and green - one, a princess in a dress - one, a keyblade. "That we move in earnest. If we do not have all of the Hearts of the Princesses of Light, we will find substitutes. If we cannot find the keyholes, we will use the power of arcane artifacts to force them into our vision. I have seeded preparations, as you all have. In short, I propose we begin to strip away the skin until only the flesh of the fruit remains, and then take that for ourselves no matter how much wastage of the unripe must offur." Maleficent's voice becomes quieter. "For later reading." As her palm makes contact with the table, a gout of purple flame brings a leather-bound (do not inspect leather too closely) packet of papers into being before each of the representatives important enough to be at the table. "Everything we know about Princesses of Heart, and princesses who appear to not be among the Seven Pure Hearts yet still relevant to our plans. Unlocking and unlocking doors, new types of Heartless and their uses, plans for dragging more worlds into the dark where they can meddle us no more, oh, yes, plans. And this is just my contribution, I am sure you all have something to say. We have waited long enough."

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' "A shame...Garland could not himself come." Hades frowns, instead he sent his familar. Still, Hades has Kuja's glass poured, in this case he is a represenitive...and he does not treat those who speak for Garland with disrespect...while they speak for him. It's a rare showing of unity that he only reserves for a few, Malificent is another. Malificent finds her glass refilled, and LEXUS also has a glass poured for him...he is not sure if the program can even consume food, but it's a matter of point...LEXUS was successful, powerful, and worthy of respect. The beast was an unknown to him, however, she too gets a glass, as does the strange chimera. "Hmmm...do I know you? I don't think I know you, I never forget a face..." he thinks on this for a moment, "Eh, it can wait till later." Hades quips, and turns to listen. Yes, Even Seith gets one...right now was not the time of pettyness...not right now. However, he does not get any words, just a cup. He drinks of his cup, ah...this stuff truly was of the gods. "Well, I think before we can go forward, Male-babe...we need to consider what happened last time. We DID succeed in throwing the world into darkness. It came back. The keyblade weilder, and the Princess of that world allowed it to be...and NOT without somehelp from a certain traitor.." "And my sources tell me we have new Keyblade Weilders."

:'''[[Kuja]] has posed:''' Kuja doesn't allow himself to look chagrined. He didn't allow himself to show weakness, even to those who were in fact more powerful than he. As Maleficent chides him, the words fluidly rolls off the tongue, "All of this world is our stage, your dark majesty, I don't see how we could have a paucity of it. Do any of my fellow thespians disagree?" He raises a full ambrosia glass as Hades pours, "He finds himself indisposed at the moment. He sends his.." He decides to choose the word carefully, not regrets, not apologies, for Garland did neither, "...his best wishes to you, to her Dark Majesty, and to you as well, Lord of the Underworld." He then lifts it to his mouth, deigning to take a small sip. But after that, he listens to the plan. And he finds himself, interested. After all, Garland could not even walk within the presence of these seven purest hearts. How could he not be interested in that which might kill his master? But he set aside thoughts of using them, it lacked the.. personal touch, that his current plan had. When he killed him, it would be by his strength, and his strength alone.

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Rakassa shrugs at Hades. "Mmm, no. Not yet. Later, agreed. A little coordination never hurt anyone." Then, there's the plan. Rakassa remains uncharacteristically silent. After letting the others begin, and idly sipping the Ambrosia, she finally speaks. "Do we know anything about the creation of these Keyblade Wielders? If it's something we can detect...well, better to snatch from the cradle I say! Certainly they don't just pop out of thin air.| Sip.

:'''[[Disarray]] has posed:''' The blacksmith leans her hands on the table, clawed fingers tapping slightly as she waits for the arrival of the others. It's only when they have all fully assembled that she stands up straight again, crossing her arms over her chest. Her lupine ears flick towards Maleficent, although her eyes stay locked on the images that float above the table. The sight of some pretty princess drawing a curl of her lips and a flash of sabertoothed fangs. It's an expression that lingers only for a moment before the sight of a glass being passed her way has the beast's expression settling back to normal. "Disarray Grimstone, master of the forges of Hollow Bastion." It's a self-proclaimed title, but there are few others who could argue with it. "Your reputation obviously proceeds you, Lord Hades. I must ask you about the forges of the gods, someday." As much as Disarray might look like little more than a monster, she speaks like someone who must have been trained in pleasantries. The bound bit of pages is taken up within her clawed hands, and the beast begins to page through idlely, not bothering to read in any great detail. The Princesses of Heart, specifically the one from her world, are enough to draw a growl from her lips, snapping the pages shut. "I'll need more slaves for the mines and the forges. The stronger the heartless, the easier time they'll have within the worlds. Besides... I'm working on a new set of Guard Armor that should give the keyblade wielders a run for their money." The beast chuckles to herself, clawed fingers flexing.

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' Seith answers Maleficent's approval with only the slightest incline of his head, and a closing of his eyes. A calm show of clear respect for her. She might notice that his hair seems a slight bit whiter from the last time she'd seen him. Seith is old, but unlike her, he is no less mortal. When, no doubt, wine reaches the man - he lays his fingers beneath the bowl and slowly lifts it from the table. He and Hades did not always get along - mostly because Seith had found bemusement in his failure to keep a certain Dusk Princess in the Underworld. He takes a slow sip, keeping his gaze on the sorcerous dark fairy as she speaks and begins her grand display of magic. He always revels in such displays, knowing that hers is a power he can't quite grasp. A sorcery darker than his. The longer she speaks, the darker that small smile of his get. For an old elf, this man still has quite some life in him. Far more youth than you'd expect from someone with his appearance in fact. But then, one's visual age can be... betraying in some cases. The man tilts his head up a little when flames illuminate his body through the appearance of the book, and his hand soon lands on the item, fingers spread out. Information! "When you speak of Substitutes, I assume you speak of the 'other' Princesses of Heart." The man speaks. His voice fits his dark armor. "I've been watching one that I believe most of us are familiar with. Though she's become 'tainted' recently. I am uncertain that Hades former 'pet dog' will continue to suit the requirement." Seith truly does like the sound of his voice, it would seem. The man pauses, drinking a little more of the wine, before he continues. "I will continue to monitor the World of Dreams for signs of them." His fingers draw down along the leather-bound body of the conjured book. "Which I am certain this volume will be of assistance to." Then Hades says something that has the man turning his gaze away from Maleficent. Further Keyblade Wielders? This is news to him. "Could you tell us more about these individuals?" It would appear that while the Lord of Death did not wish to speak to him, he certainly would address him. And in a respectable manner. Seith has no quarrel with the man. Just respect, and an appropiate sense of 'fear' of the God's power. Disarray's mention of Armor has the man glancing her way. It is after all, her armor he wears right this moment; in respect to how much of it had been repaired by her hammer.

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' LEXUS bows to Hades as well. One must respect the power of the Dark God of the Underworld, even if LEXUS... isn't sure what happens to a Program when it is derezzed. Perhaps he should work with Hades on that. IT might be... Fascinating. He picks up the glass of Ambrosia and salutes Hades with it before he takes a drink. The analysis of the drink is... Interesting, indeed. "No wonder why the Gods drink such a beverage. The flavor is exceptional for what one would think would be simple components. You do me honor, Hades." Information is provided. LEXUS /loves/ information. He turns to the leather-bound papers before him and holds a hand over it. The binding opens and the pages flip over. If it were not for the obvious scanning lines running quickly down each page, one might mistake it for a common enough magic-user's spell for rapid information assimilation. Something something sufficiently advanced technology something. "I am fully in support of a call to marshal our forces. I have been stalemated in the Grid for a great deal of time. Operations outside of my domain can bring new resources to bear, move events towards a positive outcome." His expression goes flat for a moment, but he tilts his head. "Additionally, united operations work at a higher degree of success if properly organized." He smiles faintly. "The appearance of new Keyblade Wielders... another subject worthy of extensive research and analysis. If that power can be turned towards our purposes, we can advance our timetable dramatically." He listens to Seith and nods. "There is some concern about Riku. His loyalties have compromised his potential use. If they cannot be broken in a manner suitable to our needs, he will become a liability." LEXUS suddenly tilts his head, as if listenign for something in specific. Perhaps something... Ducky.

:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:''' Where has Negaduck been? No one has heard a peep from the Dastardly Mallard since the incident out months ago of within the desert. Negaduck has been veeerrry busy. How busy? Networking. Lots of networking. It is slowly, but surely that a group of men are walking along at the entrance. These are not just normal thugs that are walking into the facility. No. Many of these are men in business suits of Asian descent. Others are Italian. Many of these individuals are even the thuggish looking individuals. Soon, they make room for an individual who emerges from them. It is Negaduck, who is sporting a cigar in his mouth. "Ahh.. good to be home. Had to make some last minute..." His razor teeth shows as he gives a manical grin, "---negotiations." Granted, that involved burying someone in a pit of doom. 

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' LEXUS sighs the sigh of the longsuffering. "I suppose it /is/ a meeting of the Shadow Lords." LEXUS says to no one in particular.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' "...Who's the duck again?" Hades asks LEXUS. Because seriously who is this guy?

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent waves her staff in response to Hades' remarks. The "Keyblade" smoke sign becomes larger, the others shrink. "Ah yes, ought not that traitor to be ... dealt with? Letting him run around loose has not been best. We should have taken both he and the Princess into hand, and we shall make that a priority." Rakassa chimes in after this. "More than that, we do not know the origin of the wielders of those blades. Their power can however, be corrupted. I know this -we can taint them, make them unworthy to wield the blade to its fullest potential, make them less-than. And so I have done with that one. Even if he tries to find his way back to the vaunted path of light, he has been reduced. And we will keep on reducing if need be, until he is less than nothing just as he deserves. We shall do the same with other new Keyblade Wielders, turn them to our ends and keep tighter tabs on them. The darkness in their hearts can be evoked to control them." Her memory veers back to an image of a young man pulling the heart out of Aurora, once upon a time. "And that darkness is our foothold." Kuja's remarks elicit a brief sigh, and his information about Garland is filed away. As Disarray speaks, Maleficent gives her logistical notes careful consideration. "We will find you hearty tools to shape our minions, then, your attention to detail is of service." And she sweeps then to Seith's remarks, her smile turning up at the edges a little more sharply. It is also thinner. "Yes. But more than that, if we possess one of these "other" princesses, tainted or not, might we not be able to refine a heart that would be of use. Not in the Final Work, the unlocking, but in some other capacity." Siiiiiiip. "Yes, please enlighten us as to anything you know about the new wielders of the Keyblade, Lord Hades." She is genuinely interested, hungry, even though she had addressed the other points first. "In case anyone else wishes to contribute - the most important issues seem to be the traitor, where keyblade wielders come from, the new keyblade wielders..." she ticks off on her fingers. "The Crystals of the World of Ruin, which I can use to discover much and find princesses and keyholes - the keyholes themselves, artificial princess hearts and their refinement, and particular threats." She withdraws a bit, falling silent and opening the floor. Just enough shadow falls over her that her consumption of a second glass cannot be clearly seen. Make sure we keep her away from soda pop. LEXUS chimes in then and she digests his words. "You have convinced me." Her fingers are tented, her staff hovers on a point - it would not dare fall down. "I believe we should conclude right now that under no circumstances will any of us deal with the renegade with anything other than killing force or immediate imprisonment. Something as trifling as love made him defy this council, he is irrational and as I said, tainted, lesser. He rejects his darkness rather than master it. "Love" and "Friendship" blow their whistles, and he is merely their dog. Useless for our plans except to distract his friends when they try to identify and reassemble the ragged pieces of him we will leave in our wake." Somewhere in the Hollow Bastion is a chart. This chart has penalties for being 30 seconds, five minutes, ten minutes, and twenty minutes late for meetings, respectively. A gout of green fire shoots from her staff, hits the floor by Negaduck's feet, expands forming a circle, and rises. Bars resolve out of it. The words "CAGE OF SHAME" are written on it in green cursive script also made of flame.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hades looks over at the now imprisoned Duck. Ha ha...cage of shame. He'll have to use that one! "Hmmm...Avira corrupted huh?" Sounds like a Garland Project to him...he dismisses it, though. He'll not interfear with that one, the marking of Garland was on her...but the other one. "Well the one I got not much info on. LEXUS and Garland and his minions know of him better, I think he was with them at one point." he shrugs. "The other? Mercade Alexander. Runs a detective agency. Good heart, nice guy, pepetually broke, and a streak of bad luck. Honestly, I can't see why it picked him other than the heart thing. Strong, sure, but ain't a quality /I/ can see that makes him exceptional? But then again, these things sort of have a way of being a detail that needs to be visited down the road..." Genre savvy anyone? "The traitor, however, is the one known as /Ember/. The one that was /under/ another's rule. If not for her interferance at the cruital moment..." Hades throws a hand up, "Thankfully /Pete/ spared him his well deserved Wrath." "Really, he's a great minion, a real keeper Male-babe."

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' "Hrrm." Seith raises a hand to his chin most thoughtfully as Maleficent speaks of 'refining' the other princesses, and lowers his head as he considers this. It's obvious enough that her words have given him pause, and something to think about. Or perhaps rather - they have spawned a memory from earlier days. However, the dark fairy's words are not lost on him. Crystals. In fact, that is a word he repeats; "Crystals..." He moves his hand off of Maleficent's book, and touches his own. His brow furrows for a moment, before he lets go of it again and uses the power of telekinesis to make the conjured book rise before him, opening its pages and slowly flip between them. Unlike LEXUS, he can not absorb information that fast. So he merely gives it a cursory glance for now. "An example will be made of him. I am certain." Seith remarks in regards to Riku. He's cast aside the idle thoughts about Crystals. The man doesn't even turn his head when Negaduck comes in. The elf would recognize that ruffian's voice anywhere. Power without control. He considers that Negaduck is the Shadow Lord most likely to fall to darkness. The man leans forwards, laying his elbows to the table and looks towards Hades, who is mentioning 'Ember'. "Yes, a troublesome instance that one. But she was under nobody's rule but her own, I am afraid." He knows that Hades still believes that he somehow had something to do with Ember's betrayal. Mercade hrrm? The man doesn't comment on this particular Keyblade Wielder. "Remind me. Was there not an attempt at theft of one of the World of Ruin's crystals, but a year ago? I am afraid I was not involved too deeply in this. Can someone remind an old man? So that past mistakes won't be made once more?" He's fairly certain that none of those present today had anything to do with what happened during that particular event.

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Rakassa, for her part, seems content to listen. She's even produced a small notepad to jot down notes as she takes it all in amidst boozing. Negaduck, and more accurately, the Cage of Shame gets her attention. There's popcorn now. "Crystals, Princesses, and Keyblades. Well. I can...perhaps nudge things. One of the joys of being 'beneath' an Emperor is the ability to justify all sorts of annexations and skirmishes. If a Princess or boy goes missing, well, who cares?" Then she's back to lurking and enjoying Negaduck's pain. "Anyone up for roast duck?"

:'''[[Kuja]] has posed:''' Keyblade wielders. Keyblade wielders bored Kuja. Garland may be afraid of them, but the last Keyblade wielder he'd faced, that irritating little mouse, he'd soundly defeated, sending the appalling little rodent scampering away in flight. Even so, he filed away the information. Others might be more powerful than the rodent royalty. Then they spoke of traitors. Whatever. Kuja had no actual loyalty, he'd put up a token show of trying to slay them if he ever had the oppurtunity. And then they bring up that irritating mutt again, Kuja is forced to breathe out a long-suffering sigh, he hated that dog, but he might as well give him some credit, "Pete has performed adequately ever since you placed him under my command." Another sip of Ambrosia from the glass, he hated to admit it but the golden liquor was some of the best he'd ever had, "And I'm certain that the traitor will be dealt with in due time..." But Negaduck being placed in a cage, caused him to titter, "Oh now that is /priceless/... I daresay that mallard should be the main cour..." But then he silences as Garland's voice sounds over his linkpearl.

:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:''' SHAME'D! Negaduck has the green flames erupt around him in a circle, and then it rises into prison. Grumble. "...I hate my life, sometimes." RAGGGEE!!!! Negaduck is glaring. Glaring. All of the thugs, yakuza, and other members sweatrop. And they all back away. 

:'''[[Disarray]] has posed:''' Though the blacksmith had no real interactions with 'the duck', she has heard of him by reputation, as with many of the other Shadowlords. It comes as no surprise to see him end up caged for his disrespect. She only spares him the briefest moment of her attention before turning back to her ambrosia. The beast manages to drink with some measure of grace, though the color of it leaves her muzzle distinctly red-tinted. "Whatever machines or weapons are needed, my forges can provide." Even as she speaks, her ear quirks as if she were listening to something else. The beast seems to have little to say on the subject of keyblade wielders and traitors, although she does flip open to the paperwork, looking over the information briefly. Usually, she stayed in the dungeon when she wasn't raiding workers from the old kingdom. So much has happened in the world.

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' "Negaduck. He is enthusiastic, at least." LEXUS sips again. Maleficent makes her response to the opinions of the assembles, and LEXUS considers the situation. He considers every situation. "If it pleases you, perhaps I will assemble an appropriate punishment for use when he next appears." He smiles thinly. "To attack him would simply bring his... friends to assist him. But where direct force fails, turning his own friends upon him would perhaps be a more... ironic fate, would it not?" LEXUS thinks about the corruption option. "I had attempted to corrupt Avira already, as well as one of her... friends, using the technology of Dr. Sevarius. She will be prepared for if I try again... And I believe I have heard tell of Hades attempting another action involving her. Perhaps another would have a more pointed method of handling it." He shrugs about Ember. "Ember's issue is the same as Riku's. Their commitment is lacking and have been seduced by soft words and a smile. I would sooner place the blame on Ember's poor judgement than any lack of the attempts of her master to show her the paths of truth. It will be simple enough to demnnstrate to them how dangerous such things can be." He looks to Rakassa. "You have resources at play, then. I look forward to seeing your work. You appear to be compatible for the current events abroad." Disarray gets a nod as well. "I will be sure to consult you. If you require... exotic materials, I may be able to assist with acquisition. Consider it a payment for potential future needs." And then Negaduck gets the CAGE OF SHAME. LEXUS doesn't laugh at him. He simply smiles and takes another drink of Ambroasia. What else does he even need to do at this point?

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent smiles a dangerous smile. "We all have assistants who are simultaneously indispensible and infuriating, I think, Lord Hades. As much as it may PAIN us to think of it." Not Panic though. Panic is alright. Or was that Pain? Anyway, Maleficent considers Pete's conduct- Pete is useful on Diablo levels, and he gets things done professionally with occasional stumbles. Most people can't claim to live up to Diablo. Who's a good bird? Yes. You are. Her thoughts returning to the world of the mundane for a moment, Maleficent regarding Kuja - "May he continue to serve your interests, and your Master's, well." She pauses too, assimilating the information from Garland himself. "Hmm." is her only response. Rakassa's remark is seized on then: "Yes, seamless use of turmoil can bring what we desire. But we must never hesitate to simply take it. The time to do by stealth what we could all do with our superior powers, is over." Negaduck is freed with a languid gesture of her hand. Maybe she can hear his glare, but he is freed for the moment. She looks at him disparagingly, but snaps her fingers. A grudging "floop" of flame slides oil-like from some interstitial dimension. It is a lot more limp and lame than the one that produced reports for the others. Negaduck's leather-bound report emerges as a charred lump, fused closed by unknowable darknesses. Only half the pages are present. To clarify, it is not a case of there being 50 pages instead of 100. There are 100 half-pages, split down the middle, if he manages to pry into the melted mess of a folder. "I will take it upon myself to procure the Crystals of Ruin, and any other powerful sources of magical scrying. We might consult... the fates?" Maleficent turns her eyes to Hades here, the underworld king's particular "charms" would be invaluable if they sought the favor of the Ladies - especially since they would be more candid with a god. LEXUS' offer is considered, answered with: "I require materials for the containment and control of magic. We can leave nothing to chance with what will come next. I will also need access to the research of the aforementioned Dr. Savarius. While it is a mere thing of technology, it may be useful in developing enhanced hearts culled from inferior princesses."

:'''[[Disarray]] has posed:''' The beast's attention lingers on LEXUS momentarily, her nose twitching as if she were trying to scent the program. He is not like any others she's encountered, but that makes him all the more interesting. "Of course. If you encounter any strange ores or metals, I'm likely enough to be able to find some use for them to further our plans." Her ears take in the conversation regarding some traitor, but the beast shakes her head. "The best way, I've found, of punishing a traitor, is through their friends. It's amusing to watch them blame themselves when you bring pain to those they care about." A clawed finger taps the wooden surface of the table, feline eyes narrowed. "Besides that... I would suggest we start choosing some targets. Draw their attention away from areas we want to put in a real investment. If nothing else, we've got the Heartless to spare, and it will keep them guessing and off-guard if they don't know where we'll strike." Her tail thumps once on the floor. "We've been too quiet. It's made them think that they're winning this war. We need to prove otherwise."

:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:''' Freedom! Negaduck is free! Now, it is time to conquer Maleficent and take over her throne!! Yes, the other Shadow Lords will bow before the greatness of Negaduck. They will wave the banners of Lord Negaduck. Lord Negaduck, the champion of all that is evil, rotten, and horroribleness! ...And that delusion fades once Negaduck is freed. He finds himself able to move again. He still glares at Maleficent, but he retracts it. The leatherbound report comes as charred lump. "...Really?" Negaduck grumbles, "Figures that it is the sticky one that I am stuck with. What am I, the third grade class reject?!" The fiendish duck grunts. "Nevertheless, I have recently gathered a network of syndicates and other thugs together to act as the eyes and ears. ...And muscle whe need to be." Negaduck spent the last few months doing some hostile takeovers of crimelords, after all. He will amass his syndicate. 

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hades looks to Maleficent, and he ponders this... "I suppose I can ask for a meeting...they are busy gods themselves...or was it demi-gods? I can never remember, but they do see the Past, The Present, and The Future...and are annoying about it. They also have one eye." He shrugs. "But hey, they see better with one eye than most see with two." Hades rolls his eyes of attacking people's friends, "Look, I like drama as much as the next guy, but you can't just go after someone's friend's without a plan...it ends up backfiring. /Spectacurly/. You have to be subtle...find a weak link in their friendship...and /exploit/ it." "But I digress." he says, "I don't know who was covering that crystal thing, maybe we should get someone expendable to find out for us if we don't have intel on that." Hades says, steeping his fingers as he sets down the glass. "These are all good ideas. Make the Hero's too tired with all this stuff going on..." he pauses, "Infact, hey fluffy," He motions towards Kuja, "Isn't it about time that you caused some incidents for our little heros to go save the day of? Rats aren't any good except for finding places to hide and escape from." He also considers his own idea... "You know, now hear me out, Male-Babe...but. We got another tool at our disposal.." Hades flicks a hand...and out comes A TV. Specifically, TNT is running some new series. In it, A man who looks /similarly to Mercade/ is talking to a guy who /really looks like a Dennou playing a guy who is actually NotIsaac, who is running away from a Giant bolder. It's vaguely Scooby Doo like. Somewhere Will throws something at the TV, "MAN THEY GOT THAT ALL WRONG! /I'm/ Scooby Doo!" "I think, Ladies and gentlemen...we shouldn't count out this little tool for rooting out princesses."

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' "Agreed." is all Maleficent says to Disarray. She waves her hand and a complex map of the interrelated worlds appears. Highlights show up in multiple places: Agrabah, Manhattan, all over the World of Ruin, right there in Hollow Bastion, Traverse Town, Atlantica - they are all different colors. Manhattan is green for example, Agrabah is red. "We will lead them to believe we care about Manhattan. It was only ever a relic, a sign of our potency. Make them think we care that it was restored. That we will undo their hard work. Strike Traverse Town, which will incite fear among the homeless and the vagabonds, while we care for little that lurks within it. Meanwhile, we will gather magical relics and the Crystals - and anything else that comes to our attention. We will bring it here to our fortress and turn it to our ends. We will send the Heartless to cause havoc while we do what needs delicate attention." Maleficent pauses, she raises one finger, she lowers it. Her expression becomes, confused, then she carries on: "Are you suggesting, Lord Hades, a song and dance idol contest, testing the talents traditionally associated with purity and light, from among many worlds, while we serve as judges and offer prizes, in order to gauge and magically glean information about each hopeful girl who comes forward?"

:'''[[Seith]] has posed:''' Seith remains quiet for a while, until Hades brings out the Television. With lot a shred of sarcasm in his voice, the elf asks the God of Death; "What do you suggest? We make a reality show asking for people to be princess-y?" The man grows quiet when Maleficent seems to ask the very same question. "On the other hand. The humans have shown themselves to be nothing short of vain. After all, that 'dog' would not have done what she had if she wasn't. It may not be a bad plan at all." He has /way/ too serious of a look on his face right now.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hades looks at Maleficent... "...Spooky." he says, waggling his fingers at her, "Like we have /one mind/." he says with the shark like Grin. He rolls his eyes at Seith, "Of course. People are /vain/. If you haven't figured that out. It will attract host of potentials...maybe even Princesses of hearts. We can /search for them in the contestants...and then when we get any, we use the rest to attract the ones we didn't get. We do some over the top villian stunt...again, someone expendable with a really loud and obvious voice..." Eyes slowly turn towards Negaduck. "When they come out to the rescue with their keyblade weilder friends..."

:'''[[Kuja]] has posed:''' Kuja rolls his eyes when he believes Hades isn't looking, "The stage has been set, the bit actors have been reticent to act. I'll offer the rats greater incentive in the future." Such as, a new invasion perhaps.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent follows Hades' gaze. "Yes." She seems almost mesmerized by her own imagination of "over the top villain stunt". Her voice, dreamily, adds: "With a chainsaw, yes, perfect."

:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:''' Over The Top Villain?! Chainsaw?! Why, that's Negaduck's alley right there! The loud mouthed duck gives a maniacal grin. "Oho, if there is destruction to be had, I will be more than happy to accomodate the violence." Negaduck grits his teeth, "I owe many of these... dogooders a lesson for standing in the way of my plans." His eyes narrow, "ESPECIALLY IF THAT BLASTED DETECTIVE--" Negaduck slams his fist against the book, "---INTERFERES! AND HIS LITTLE HOBO, TOO!" He grinds his teeth. It is a wonder that Negaduck has yet to see Power Pig in a long time. 

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hades points out a window, "Is that power pig?!" he waits for the approprate response. Sip.

:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:''' Negaduck twitches, "MITSUBISHI!!!" The Yakuza sighs, "It's Mitsuyama." "TABLE! NOW!" And the Yakuza thug wanders over to procure a table for Negaduck. Negaduck flips a table. Angrily. 

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' LEXUS makes some notes mentally, the designs in his eyes roatating and ticking forward and back in jerky, strange motions. Always working, always spinning. "Doctor Sevarius is, of course, at your service, Lady Maleficent." LEXUS replies. "I have so far kept him secure against heroic vengeance. If I locate anything of note, I will ensure it reaches the requestor."

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent says, "Then before we adjourn, my final note to you is one Lord Hades has highlighted for us previously. Hostages are invaluable. They value a single individual above all else- either by curse, or by poison, or by having their body. Envision a world where the "heroes" had all four crystals, and we had one girl. Most of them would trade the lives of everyone dependent on those magical constructs, for that one person. Do not be afraid to ransom what we can recapture.""

:'''[[Negaduck]] has posed:''' Rubbing his bill, Negaduck considers Maleficent's words. "...Is that so...? Yeess..." The young man thinks over the idea. "Oho. I know how I can get us a hostage." Negaduck has a manical grin, "....MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The mafia and the yakuza look at Negaduck awkwardly. e_e "LAUGH!" Negaduck whips out a chainsaw. ...And the men give an evil laugh, a bit awkwardly. Hoo boy. This is their new boss.

Never-Ending Suffering

2013-10-11T17:59:01Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/10/07
|Location=The Western Desert
|Synopsis=Agrabah comes under attack by the once more whole Horned King. What is his goal here? No one knows, but what is known he needs to be stopped. A wandering program, sage and a Knight lend their aid to the local guard to fend off the attack.
|Cast of Characters=Deelel, Katey Fray, Horned King, Paulo Mysidi
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' Traders have had no end of trouble as of late heading too and from Agrabah. At first a few traders went missing along the route. However as the days become more and the weeks continued to grow, this missing of traders became larger. It started to impact the welfare of the people in Agrabah. Enough cause of concern that some guards decided to head out and investigate what was going on at night when things were cooler. This-- became a great mistake. Guards went and only a quarter of them returned. Speaking of skeleton warriors and mist that would consume the very flesh. They watched their allies become undead warriors and they were marching right for the very city! This created great alarm. Shops closing, doors being locked down and the desert city going into full alert. Everyone was told to not leave from the city and all they could do now was hope beyond hope, that someone would come save them from the possible darkness that was making its way to Agrabah. As the night started to fall, the green mist could be seen high in the horizon and soon over the edge of the hill came the skeletal warriors. Their eye sockets black for only a moment did several of them flicker of glimmer of red light. They lined the hill. Perhaps by the hundreds. Different types of armor and falling cloth. Many once traders perhaps, many fallen who were claimed by the desert, and others the very guards. High in the sky a cloud rolled across the night. Lightning could be seen dancing across the clouds. A few lightning strikes could be seen impacting the very ground from time to time as the wind slowly started to kick up. Yet at this moment, the Skeletal Warriors do not move. The Undead stand their ground staring at the city before them, as if waiting for something to send them further on their way. Just waiting for the command...

:'''[[Katey Fray]] has posed:''' Skeletons? Undead? This sounds like the work of some foul heretic or power of darkness! And who would the Church of Glabados send to investigate such evil terrors that stalk the night? Why Katey Fray, of course. Okay, let's be honest, she probably pissed someone off in the higher ranks and they decided that sending her to an undead infested city might be a good way of getting her out of their hair for a while. So. The mouseling Templar is standing on the walls of the city, trembling like... well - like a mouse. "You just had to open your big mouth." She mutters to herself, switching her bazooka from 'pie' to 'big badda boom', which apparently means something in the language of the crazy mechanic. "I won't get turned into a zombie. Nope." She's even got a spray can of what appears to be 'Zombie-off!'. Guaranteed to send those undead packing. Do not spray in eyes. Do not use if pregnant, nursing, or actually fighting off a zombie hoard. Then again, she probably didn't read that last part. It's probably a gag thing from one of those stores in Manhattan.

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' For a guy that hasn't been seen around for a while, Paulo is an unlikely addition to this sort of peril. The group of guards on the ground are the most rattled-- and they should be. Knees are knocking. Teeth are chittering. These are the guys that have the wonderful trauma of seeing friends face to face and are the first likely to succumb to the perils of battle. "Fear not, bold guards!" harks the young light-haired man from behind them. Epic appearance time. Dun dun da duhn, Paulo Mysidi! One of Paulo's gloved hands points in them, past them, to the uncoming horde. "For tonight shall not be the night you fall. You have a sage by your side, master of white and black magic," and as a show of prowess a hand motions to bask them in the soft glow of a Protect. His hand clenches as he says with shining confidence, "Take your hits, for they shall be healed. Fear not the horde, as they shall burn if they try to overwhelm you. Hold the line for the citizens that depend on you, and you can depend on me in kind!" With one more exaggerated motion he continues with a burst of mighty fire magic to renew all the torchlight to illuminate the darkness he finishes with, "Let us bring the Light to them!" Rarrr!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel had been busy, Baron had been hit the night before, she had planned to stay and see how Chita was doing when? She caught word of more undead problems. The local guard's alert had come Deelel's way and departed from Baron. It seems certain forces were on the move at long last. She was not travelling by ground today, she was riding on the back of her light jet, just what were these things up to this time? She had the idea of who might be behind this, however the weather is forcing her to come in towards the ground. It would be unwise to remain on the light jet for much longer, her machine as it comes in low turns to wire frames then vanishes as she sets down and has her disc out. "Heard you guards needed a hand." Deelel's outfit looks desert punk by way of the grid from the looks it. Down to having a flat out cloak which she has pulled over her head. "So let's get to it we can't let this horde go further!" the sight of a Templar and Paulo is quite heartening to the program. Having the back up of a very skilled magic caster and she knows the standard of training the Templar endure.

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' The Undead stand ready, they do not move yet. Just waiting and staring at the very city so close to their victory. Soon the very sky grows black as the clouds full move over. A Lighting strikes right in front of the undead army, it holds there as it crackles around the area, turning the sand around it to glass and soon two red eyes peer from the shadows of the lightning strike and a humanoid form rises with antler like horns but the features fully hidden by the bright light. His hands out stretch. "Go forth my undead warriors. Bring down their defenses, bring down their warriors. Make this very city fall to its knees until the very people pledge allegiance onto me!" This is maybe being said about the same time Mysidi is saying his mighty speech. Bring back the lights to the city. Though this is perhaps when someone should tell this figure that Jafar has tried this, so has Mirage, and several other villains. So what makes him believe he will succeed? Yet, perhaps that is why he is here. The very challenge of it, itself. Shortly after those red eyes peer right at male magician. Oh yes. The Horned King remembers you well and he only cants his head slowly to one side. "..and as for that one.." He says with a cold voice. "..I want that broken.. but alive.. I may have use for him.." Soon the lightning streak pulls up only with the dark chuckle looming in the air right after the thunder roared across the sky. With that the undead skeletal warriors start their march once more and the green mist being pulled right along with each of their steps. Guards move into position. They too will try to help defend their mighty city for the Princess and for the Sultan. There wasn't much they could do until the undead got closer, but they were ready to do their best! One of the guads nod to Deelel and the another speaks to Mysidi, "We will do what we can and we wont give up! Our swords will at your side!"

:'''[[Katey Fray]] has posed:''' There's a strange feeling. As if someone had taken a hold of Faruja's play book and started reading from it. Slowly, Katey turns her head, staring at Paulo as if expecting him to turn into a Burmecian at any moment. Surprise! Maybe if he and her boss were put in the same room, the world would implode. There can't be that much pre-battle supportive ralleying in one place without some sort of collateral damage. Still, it's nice to at least know there are people to back up the guards and the poor Templar who has been given a penalty game of: Two hours with a horde of zombies. "Um. It looks like they're on their way." The mouse starts to aim her bazooka, and then stops suddenly. "Oh wait, I knew I forgot something!" She sets it down, which causes the bazooka to go off, launching a pie up into the sky. Apparently, 'big badda boom' just meant a bigger pie. In any case, the pie goes shooting off into the air, while she starts pulling random objects out of her bag of tricks. "Here, this should help!" Katey takes out what looks to be a bubble wand, and blows one gigantic bubble around herself, and then a second around Paulo. Yes, the ultimate defense against huge hordes of enemies... BUBBLE POWER. "Where did that bazooka go?" She turns around, then knocks the thing over, scrambling to pick it back up again, then looks at the ammo counter, which suspiciously says zero. "What happened to my high explosive pie round?" She asks, as it sails up into the sky, twinkling in the moonlight.

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' "Now that is what I'm talking about," shouts Paulo alongside the guards and their newfound morale. When the buffing magic kicks in he shifts his gears from defensive to offensive. "On my mark, unleash your fury!" His orb shifts from where it hovers over his shoulder and settles just above his wrists. Holy salvo, go! A series of small white arrows fly from his hands-- seeking quickly to hit targets and splash them with glowing white light. Soon after they erupt in an explosion of series of holy and fire magic. It is the type of attack that erupts in combat to mark a true fantasy style battle. In those splashes is when Paulo sees him. HIM! "Of course," he says under his breath, "it had to be him." This battle got that much harder now that the King is here-- but he doesn't let that betray his over-the-top heroics he spouts to bolster common guards.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is already running several combat related command lines as she prepares she knows things are going to be bad,. She has a good idea of whom it is, that is coming for them after all. Paulo's arrival is unexpected but very much welcome even as the commands take effect on her she also notes the Templar has taken to upgrading some of her weaponry which is not a bad things after all. Given how these thigns swarm, explosive might be usedful, she'll be upon them in a moment.

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' The Undead horde continued to march on. Paulo unleashed his light magic arrows with explosive fire down upon the horde and archers in the back returned the favor right at the walls direction. Yet though the shots were matched, the arrows from Paulo come down with simple ease, causing a massive explosion of light on the ground and causing several of the horde of undead to explode in dust which is gathered back by the green mist. However they continue to march on. The Guards mean time stand ready at the very gates. Refusing to move themselves. They will stand ready for when the undead get in closer. Paulo and the Templer may see something very-- sickening really. More undead start to cress the hill. How could the Horned King gain so many of the undead? How could he create so many of the Cauldron Born? Indeed mixing Necromancy with the power of the Cauldron was a very dangerous art to masses of undead. Soon more archers line up. Their arrow types flickering with the very green mist. They are readied and they are fired at the very wall right at the heroes and guards.

:'''[[Katey Fray]] has posed:''' There's no time to figure out where the pie has gone off to. Katey looks down into the big end of the bazooka, squints, then steps back, wiping pie-frosting off of her eye. All this is just in time to see a volley of arrows heading towards them. "Ahh!" She raises the weapon, flips the dial, and... FWOOOSH! A torrent of flames spits out from the end of it, which seems to surprise the mouseling as much as it might surprise the undead below who now have flaming bits of molten arrows and possibly reminants of pie-bits hailing down on top of them. Katey blinks, looking a bit singed, herself, but manages to hop up onto the edge of the wall, aiming the bazooka. "Take this!" Click. Click. Click. Apparently, awesome effects are a one-time use thing. She looks down just in time to see undead looking up at her. "Okay, that's creepy." She steps back ever so slowly, tossing the bazooka to the side as she scrambles for something else that might actually be useful. "Let's see... weaponized candy bar... nope. Industrial grade c4 cupcake..." Her eyes glint evilly. The mouse pills the pin, and then drops it neatly over the edge of the wall. "Look out below! Well, actually, don't look out. Stay right there!" She glances up and down towards the other soldiers. "You might want to duck." She advises them, then hops down, putting her hands over her ears.

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' The sage doesn't flinch in the face of the oncoming damage. Paulo puts faith in the protective magic from his allies-- suffering minor scrapes as the arrows slowly chip away at him. Instead the young man holds fast with the town guard-- preparing another barrage. The combo seems familiar-- almost avoidable this time around. A series of white arrows. Small explosions. But this time it includes something more suited for strategy. The ground itself quakes-- aiming to stall as many of them as possible and bunch up plenty for the oncoming explosion. To that Paulo draws a hand back-- not sure how big of a boom might happen. Ever get blasty bits of a skeleton on you? It hurts!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel often takes a moment to get into the full swing of a fight, this is just how it goes she wasn't made for combat so she's had to find ways to well deal with that problem. She's done well enough and now she's prepared she's launching herself into the thick of things her disc is being made use of and she's pretty sure about it's more focusing rendering these things unable to do much for the moment. That's hot it tends go go even as her now armed light disc is indeed being put to use. She is lucky this time around as she avoids getting caught by the spell tossed her way. "Well Paulo! It's been a while funny how we keep meeting like this!" She's away again attempting to sue some of the undead as stepping stones, to get around. Deelel never really does quit moving in a fight.

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' Several Arrows hit the guards and the green mist actually consumes them. Somehow the heroes are not effected the same way; thankfully. Soon several of the guards come crashing to the ground what comes of them entirely is not shown on camera, but what does come shortly is new undead. Well. There /was/ new undead until a cupcake explosive lands down and knocks back several of them covering them in icing goodness! However as the undead try to get back up, several of the guards who are still living, slash their blades against them, cutting them apart. More magic is unleashed by the Magi. Holy arrows and earth quakes throw the undead on the ground off balance and soon blast them into parts. Yet they continue to keep coming. Thankfully, no more come over the hill. But there is still many and thanks to those arrows... Paulo may see some of the guards he was trying to protect have become undead skeletal warriors as well now on the very well with him. Their swords drawn and they start to move right toward him. First slowly and then they come at a full flat run. Deelel moves quickly over the hordes of Undead, getting right in there with them. Perhaps not the smartest thing, but she seems to be doing well enough. Slashing them apart and cutting them down to size; if not flash out turning them back into dust. Though she needs to careful where she steps. The very green mist seems slightly interested in her. Katey finds herself In a problem like Paulo. The undead guards are taking great interest in her, racing right at her with swords ready and swinging.

:'''[[Katey Fray]] has posed:''' What to do, what to do? Katey tries to press herself against the wall, chest heaving, listening to the sounds of the army beyond. At the very least, they don't appear to be those 'fast zombies', otherwise they really would be screwed. The mouseling digs through her bag, and ends up with nothing more than a handful of what appear to be sparklers and some mechanical parts. "I thought I packed..." In her mind, there is a flashback sequence of being yelled at by her superior, grabbing for her bag, and her hand just happening to grab the blue one rather than the red. Cue slow-motion face-palm. Well, might as well make due with what you have. A minute or two of quick tinkering from dexterious mouse-fingers has the sparklers rigged up to some sort of strange looking device. When she looks up, however... it's to see a series of undead surrounding her. "Oh sh..." That's when the sparklers start going off, and they his around the area, knocking Katey back into a wall and then sending a series of little sparkler rockets shooting into the undead around her. Wheeeeeeeee. It's a fireworks show! Oooh! *boom* Ahhhh! *Smash-fizzle*

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' "I know, right," replies Paulo to Deelel about how they keep running into each other. "It is almost as if we were fated to battle the forces of undead over... and over... and... hey I think its this mist that is doing this." He has to quickly step back away from one attack only to deflect another with his hand. The blocks are not clean-- resulting in plenty of cuts. Although the mist doesnt turn him-- it certainly isnt doing wonders for his health. "Careful up there," says the young sage to the rampart fireworks show. Paulo retreats further back-- holding a perilous perimeter as a strong wind swirls into the area-- attempting to purify it before more people turn.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has been proving she has not forgot how the hordes fought last time, now she can't always go all out like she would like to but still she's making a pretty good showing of things for the moment as she recovers her disc once more, however she's being careful the mist, is not something she wants to get near. How would an undead program even work? She doesn't want to ever find out if she can help it. She keep an eye out for Kate as she continues to prove herself to be quite the bit of backup while Paulo thankfully as ever hasn't forgot how to be one of the more reliable games she has met in her travels of the various worlds. Still the things keep at it, still the undead press and Deelel continues making use of her disc to just pick at them while she tries to think of perhaps a better means to thin out their numbers.

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' There was firecrackers and soon sparklers. The Undead were blown apart and some of them threatened to be caught on fire. However one brave Undead comes and swings its blade at the offending rodent. Yet when the skeletal warrior attempts to move in closer, a guard comes in and defends the rat. Pushing the undead warrior back. He sadly doesn't stand long as the other skeletal warrior there soon yank him right down to the very mist which covers over him. At least he tried to be a protector to the end. Deelel continues to give the undead fits. However at last one of them matches her speed with his axe. It was one of the original Cauldron Born if the shield and that axe is any indication. It was also perhaps one of the leader types-- wait do these things even have leader types? One may never know. However the Undead starts to scatter across and many start to actually run now, charging right at the guards who are trying to protect the entrance. Many start to try and climb the very walls and those already inside starting to truly go a bit wild. For the sickly green mist has grown thicker and the Undead seem to now be on a bloody frenzy. Not only swinging their swords and axes, but even threatening to bite down if they can get away with it. Paulo may hear that dark laugh once more and if he glances off to the side he may see the very shadow of the Horned King moving across one of the walls. Taunting them it would seem. Reminding him that he is watching this little show.

:'''[[Katey Fray]] has posed:''' The fireworks display seems to finally fizzle out, leaving Katey in the dark. Her ears tuck back, the mouse-girl looking a bit frightened as the hordes of undead creep ever closer. The green mist seems to tickle at her nose, but she covers her muzzle with one arm. What does a mouse inventor do when things look dire? She pulls out... the red button. It looks to be exactly that. The mouseling holds it in her hand, as if that might dissuade the undead. "Don't make me push the button!" She warns, then coughs. Then, they rush at her. The mouseling is shoved back against the wall, and the button falls out of her hand, only to be trampled on by the undead who proceed to pummel her in a cloudy mess of green mist. That's done it. The red button has been pushed. So, what sort of crazy invention has the horde awakened? From within the city walls, you can hear the sound of cardboard as a series of boxes open one by one. Out from the boxes pop what looks to be an army of little miniature Templar. There seem to be hundreds of them. The little robotic likenesses waggle various weapons semi-threateningly. It's an effect that would leave most people just going 'daww, lookit the little mousey Templar bot, it's so cuuuuuuuttteee'. But these are no mere toys. With a squeaky cry of, 'Heresy!' that resounds from all directions, repeating over and over again from the tiny toys, they leap into action, latching on to passing undead, biting at legs, poking with spears, and generally causing chaos. You thought we forgot the pie, though, didn't you? A glowing red form falls from the sky like a meteor, trailing bits of raspberry goodness behind it. Where it finally lands, somewhere near the heart of the zombie horde, there is a massive explosion. It sends a shockwave, which seems to cause something to go haywire in the tiny toy soldiers. One by one, they start to explode, hopefully sending skeleton bits flying.

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Oh he knows that laugh alright. He knows that laugh good. One of Paulo's regal boots stomps onto the ground-- crackling it with a sense of force. "You shall not pass," he tells them. It is a battle for sure-- but to give any more ground risks this bloodbath going to women, children, and fuzzy animals. Paulo suffers for his decision-- taking a painful barrage of slashes, hacks, and stabs. Each time his shield around him crackles with white light-- shattering-- reforming-- shattering-- reforming. It can't keep up with the barrage and he is beatten to a single knee. But they do not gain an inch further into the town. Not past him. "Didn't you hear me before, Horned King, Lord of the Cauldron, Fiend of Undead," says the bruised young man. He stands-- hurt but not defeated-- "I am a sage. Master of magics holy and destructive. I am Paulo Mysidi-- and I will bring the Light to your horde once more!" Power levels on the rise now! Paulo summons all the magical energy to both of his hands-- the orbs becoming hot white before they lash out around him like ball bearing of great justice to the immediate horde. Then they grow-- spirals of white-red light gathering above the battlefield. The twin suns swirl quickly-- joined by a single burning white energy of holy magic that finally explodes across the enemies, mist, and nemesis alike.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel never did like the undead it just was almost one of the biggest reminder of how chaotic this world could be, they scatter a bit, wait running? No they are making for one last push it looks like as Deelel drops towards the ground pulling a baton off her leg as she does o she's force to twist mid air to avoid several attacks from the horde. The light cycle is formed shortly there after, it's not her newer one. It's the older model, the one that has a sealed pilot compartment. With the alien noise of it's engine it comes to life and Deelel is going to put those light walls to use trying to hem in and contain the undead with it. She's almost there, however she's got to prepare for what she's planning? She cuts a strange pattern, though out the battle. Not stopping for the undead in her path, some may get just run over by her as she keeps going never taking the foot off the cast nor shutting of the light wall as she goes. Soon there's a rapidly forming maze of light in her wake which might cause the undead some problems. "Your not welcome here virus, not here nor anywhere!" And there goes Paulo just bringing the pain with his own spells but yet the undead stand, in the back of her mind she knows there's more dead users than ones who are currently ... alive.

:'''[[Horned King]] has posed:''' Soon the toys come by the masses and many of the Skeletal Warriors don't even know what to think of these things. Some don't even care and continue to charge, only being slightly slowed down by the pests. It is however when the pie comes down and blows up do things get crazy. Skeletons blast into pieces their bodies becoming dust being reclaimed by the mist. Their numbers quickly shrinking down and the warriors within getting a similar treatment by the little mouse toys. Blowing up and being claimed once again by the mist. Paulo makes his claim and the Horned King has no reply. It seems like unlike before, the Lich is taking no measures to protect his cauldron born. Instead it seems this may be him simply seeing how well his believed undead handle on their own. So when Paulo charges his attacks, and then blasts out the massive light, many of the undead and laid a sunder to the massive bright magical holy spell, shattering them straight to dust on impact and actually pushing back the green mist that threatens to move in ever closer to consume. However one of the Undead charges right in, missing one arm and brings the axe right in on Paulo with a heavy cleaving motion. Then Deelel comes in and races across with her light wall and bike crushing down the undead and blasting them through her wake. This was not a good night for the undead and the sickly green mist fades away all back to a single point out in the desert where one long figure stands. The Horned King himself. His hands behind his back. Those red eyes piercing the night skies. He is looking directly at the two still standing. Deelel and Paulo. No words are spoken, he stands there just seeming to be gazing upon them before he sweeps his cape around and then starts to walk over the crest of the hill. Moving to vanish from sight.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Some forces of darkness she'd chase after like this. She's however one worn down from that fight, two? Paulo likely is as well? Additionally she's seen the Horned King taken out in such a means he should be down for good but here he is. It might be pointless to take him out with anything short of keybalde or comparable force. It would be unwise and likely put the town at risk from further fighting. the cycle vanishes into wire frames then nothing as Deelel gets off and looks right back at The Horned King, she sees he is not pressing it and pulling out. Good, but how will they stop him long term? That's a problem in and of itself. "Paulo you all right? We best help with any of the injured and clean up. Chasing after the Horned King isn't a wise idea right now."

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi doesnt look like he could take another onslaught like before. He unleashed fury both divine and destructive-- but it takes a toll on one's body. That axe cleave hit its mark too-- leaving quite a gash before the sage shoots off the skeleton's head with a quick bolt of light. "Nngg," grunts the young man as he watches Deel do her thing-- and finally the villain disappears. It is too early to claim victory-- the light-haired sage going over what is left of the defenses-- looking for people to heal up. "Oh I have no intention to chase him. Our goal was always to reduce the casualties of this town-- not to chase glory," the man says with a forced smile. "Good thing you showed up. Things were getting pretty close there." Yeah he looks like an undead horde just played whack a mole with him-- but he can walk.

Manhattan Revisited

2013-10-11T17:33:44Z

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|Location=Central Park
|Synopsis=Maleficent said she'd return to the city and she does in force. Two of the new keybladers rise with their companions to defend the city. However? Garland is waiting in the wings and their target is not the city but the defenders...
|Cast of Characters=Deidra, Will Sherman, Mercade Alexander, Avira, Maira, Maleficent, Garland, Shadow, Ulharisk, Alma Hyral
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:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' It began when the city experienced a strange shaking, a kind of low-key tremble- a few items fell off shelves, and nothing came of it. That was the force it took for Maleficent to push her way onto a world that was trying to reject the Dark Fairy. Maybe this place remembered her, maybe it hated her. But worlds were slow, ponderous things. They needed instruments - people willing to defend them. Then the city's water all chilled and crackled - no amount of heating would make it warm to the touch, though it would not freeze for all the specks of ice in it. That was when she erected the Shadow Barrier. A zone of protective energy fed by the Heartless themselves. It had a smaller purple sphere inside it. Elegant and robed, Maleficent hovers inside of this. Until the Heartless were decimated, the barrier would not fall. It would buy her enough time for what needed to be done - when They came. She had warned the girl directly, surely there was a close watch over the city. The black void would let people know. Then, the clocks in the city stopped - all at once, when she slammed her staff on the edge of the barrier. The Heartless rose. Wolf-like - specially forged Heartless. Not the purebreeds this time, but something Disarray had no doubt had a hand in. They shine with teeth like knives and bright red eyes. They move as one. They are different from the norm, but every bit as dangerous as any other Heartless. Darkness and fire chases them, and some of the trees are scorched around the base. Not on fire, though - these flames are for burning people, not foliage. The voice is magically magnified, it rings out of anything made of metal, even coming from people's armor and blades - though a Keyblade would be immune to magic this weak - the voice comes from everywhere, in this city of steel and stone. "I gave you warning, days worth. That not all have evacuated speaks to your courage or your folly. Still yet, there is another choice - a girl was instrumental in undoing some of my work here, once, a year ago. If she will go with me, this can be ended right now, and I will forget this insignificant place and test my art upon it, no longer." And with a smile, she waited with her hand on the staff and her eyes turned toward the roads into the park. The darkness is only an outside appearance, inside an eerie twilight light touches every tree and blade of grass with purple afterimages.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Warning had gone out days ago that a Shadow Lord was coming to assault Manhattan, delivered through Avira and Deelel. In the span of a day or so, Avira had been quite busy spreading that warning. Although almost a year had passed, the destruction of Manhattan was not something soon forgotten. Avira is ready. She's already here. She's already armed. Avira waits and finds that she doesn't have to wait for long. Even before the shaking starts, she finds herself overcome with a strange urgent sensation she's never exDanger' is what the sensation conveys. The ground shakes and darkness covers the city. The sudden shift in shadow immediately brings to light that strange silvery glow occasionally seen coming from Avira in the heat of battle. This time, there is no build-up. This time, it's just THERE. A step is taken foward, ready to meet the heartless until that voice rings through the air, eminating from what feels like everything, including the Spine itself. Avira scowls. "NEVER! The TDA will NEVER let Manhattan fall again!" She screams at the sky. "MERCADE! WILL! DEIDRA! Let's do this!"

:'''[[Ulharisk]] has posed:''' Ulharisk normally would not come to New York, however something has brought him here. Mostly-- it was its library. He was hiding out amongst the books. Thankfully no one thought much about the guy with slight scales of his dark tan skin, wearing such odd cloths and having slight elf like ears. If anything many figured he was just a cosplayer. Yet something caught his attention out the window of the library as he looked up from the book he was reading. Those violet, draconic eyes peered out toward the central park where darkness was starting to gather. Those orbs.. His eyes narrowed sharply as growled echoed deep inside of him. The Heartless were coming /here/. More heartless. More evil. More of Whe'ir's minions. It was not shortly did Ulharisk actually volt himself over the railing and land down with simple ease on the lower floor, causing a stir of concern from those there at the library. "Stay inside and lock the doors." He states to the librarian in charge. "What for.. and you can't just.." Ulharisk quickly takes her by the arm and then points out the window. "You see that. That is why. Keep these people safe or you will have graver things to worry about." He then releases her and runs straight out the door, not even looking back to see if his words are taken with seriousness. The young draconian leader quickly raced across the concrete ground. His hand coming out to his side as he drew magical runes in the air as he ran that danced with fiery blue light. Soon from those runes, he braced his hand inside the circle formed by the magic to have it encircle around his hand and then between his grasp a staff being made from the same enchanted fires. Creating the blue rod and shortly the very Glaive with red runes that glowed brightly. He jumped up and ran across the side of a wall to avoid a walker, before flipping off and then landing up on top of one of the street lamps staring out into central park. He could feel the cold wind and sneered his teeth in anger at this. Yet the Heartless, he could see them and that cause him to cease his snarl. These were different then the ones he had faced before. Their eyes were red, instead of the gold. The gold he knew so well against that void black of the bodies. Were these-- a different breed? For now Ulharisk stays where he stands, waiting to see what was going to be played out here before moving in further. Unsure by the chillness in the air if he could truly even progress further. Though he does speak over the device he was given as his cape gently moves in the wind.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' From darkness, light. A searing lash of light strikes out, whiplike, snagging onto one of the strange wolf Heartless and whipping it through the air. With a howl, there is an explosion of light and a brilliant arc as a Keyblade cleaves through the Heartless, detonating it in silent light and sending a glowing Heart floating away into the sky. Mercade Alexander is revealed by the at light, a frown on his face as he spins the Twilight Seeker Keyblade in his hand. "You have more problems than just Avira, Maleficent." He levels the weapon at the horde of Heartless. He has no god damn idea what's up with the barrier, but he can feel the connections... And he has to deal with the Heartless regardless. "Let's go!" He calles to his friends and allies. He drives forward, sweeping out with his Keyblade with multiple crescent waves of flickering reds and golds, lashing out at the horde that remains even as Avira bolsters them with her presence.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra had not been much on anyone's radar lately, the gargyole had been content to really? Just help with things that were not of earth shaking imporantce. At least till now when she sensed something powerful coming. When Mercade's warning had gone out? She was alrady starting to move, but then that voice, she remebers that voice, tht laugh from when Manhattan feel. It gets a growl out of the gargyole, let's be honest her eyes ar glowing red right now as she flying in. "Never again." Is all Deidra has to say as she drops in and alreadh has her pad out preparing spells her focus for the coming fight, she's going to do and she starts chanting in latin as she attemts to bring down a number of curses upon the heartless.

:'''[[Shadow]] has posed:''' There may have been warning, but not everyone was so willing to come and stand against the oncoming danger. Shadow wasn't. No gain. Coin motivates him easily enough-- and the going rate for this job covers his wanderings for a few more weeks. The ninja is wearing a large trench coat with a high collar. The rest of him is still black, but it keeps the kids from asking him to do cool ninja cosplay stunts like backflips or summon real ultimate power. Whatever that is. The man sits on a park bench with his dog. Interceptor pants there like an easily amused mutt-- barking when the decree goes out. He looks generally disinterested as the chaos starts up-- heros and heartless. Villains and darkness. Just another job. Shadow stands up from his bench as a few heartless run by. He shoulders off his coat-- the flimsy fabric going onto one of the dark creatures as he goes to stab through it. Another pair of slashes come out as the creatures do their thing. Thinning the herd-- and keeping count for the payday.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Malelificent can feel it. Something... /Something/ shifts. It is a familar feeling, she felt this when Manhattan fell the first time, when Riku shoved every bit of darkness into a small child, and out popped a god who completely devistated everything. However, the form of the...high magical output is...the same small child Riku once betrayed. That her pet remembers when a magical reaction happened when Diablo bit him. His eyes, however...those eyes glare right through the heartless, right towards the source of them. He can see the lines of darkness, dark was her fate, evil was all that contained in her semi-mortal form. And the Hatted King of the Hobos reveals one more thing about himself. Loki and he have made peace with the other, they work together, using the same body, technique, and magical force to become some sort of...well we're not sure what, but it seems that his own being isn't strictly...human. Or maybe he was never human to begin with. He walks forward, Heartless exploding (litterally exploding) Into Money as he dives through their ranks. "You don't have what it takes, witch. Time to repay the favor!" he doesn't say anything else...not about his friend, right now the last thin he wants is Riku being on her radar again. He falls right beside Mercade, dragin his hands through the lines of twisted fate of the heartless.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Ulharisk probably had the right idea. She should stay away. But how can she, when her friend are in trouble? When Manhattan is being attacking /again/!? If it were her world, her friends would be there. Danger be damned, right!? It is always something! Maira had been in a music store, headphones on while she listening to a new CD, dancing in the hallway of the store--until she heard her phone. The headphones came off, words were exchanged, and Maira begins to run. Library, yes. The library is nearby! "Ulharisk!" she calls, running toward him like fireball, already alight in preparation to defend Manhattan. The clothes she was wearing have already burned away, though she controls the flames in such a way that they seem to clothe her, keeping her decent for the time being anyway. It seems like a dozen Heartless turns their glowing yellow eyes toward her, hungry, moving in for the attack. Maira blasts them as she goes, casting her protective spells on herself and Ulharisk as she approaches.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Ice Cream. It was one of those wonderful little things about Manhatten that at almost any hour, you can get find some streetside vendor willing to sell some delicious frosted treat. It was just another stop on her trip across the World of Ruin, one of those little journeys of self-discovery that a lot of people take when life's race throws them just one hurdle too many. And hey, introspection might as well be delicious. One lick, then another... a wistful smile touched her expression, it reminded her of a certain someone. And then.. shaking. Being the klutz she was, she lost her ice cream in the midst of it. Then a low chill, which caused her breath to become visible on the wind. "Oh come on. Really? Right now?" There was a groan, and a rolling of her eyes, like it was yet another 'villain of the week' attack. And then came the magically magnified voice delivering her ultimatum through a nearby street light, which put a frown on her lips, "Oh that's, just, perfect." She knew Maleficent by reputation, and more besides. Just as slowly and ponderously she came to the park. Hands in denim pockets, a windbreaker made of crimson, with a scarf around her neck and a mostly relaxed posture. The wolf-like heartless give her some pause, enough that she leaves the ground, and takes to the skies, as a yellow aura lims her body, hanging suspended in the air with her hands still casually inside of her pockets, as she analyzes the situation, breath after breath showing within the preternaturally chilled air. Blowing onto one of her hands to ward off the chill, she turned towards the group gathering to fight the Heartless. "Alright, first thing's first..." She concentrates on several spells. A ring of tiny blots of radiant light appear around her in a circle. And then one of them breaks off from the formation, lazily listing off from the formation before landing in the Heartless' ranks. It becomes brighter, before going into critical mass and exploding into a brilliant mass of light before winking out entirely. Taking off her glasses, and hooking them on her windbreaker, she then removes what looks like a shepherd's crook from her back, with a gem suspended in the midst of it by threads. Tapping the butt of it into the air as a sigil forms, the other stars suddenly move from around her into formation before becoming a translucent, animated creature of blue light whose legs clack along the ground. It looks not unlike some sort of celestial crab, a moment later it snaps one of its talons at the Heartless, attempting to crush its defenses. In a mundane, entirely unmagnified voice she calls out to the imperious figure in the distance, beyond the throng of Heartless, speaking with an acidic tone. "So you're the dark fairy right? Riku told me /so/ much about you."

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent sees the Keyblade Wielder coming. She's not like Garland - the mere presence of light is not a problem for her, it is something to be scorned and it would surely burn her but she meets Mercade's eyes full on. She watches with seeming glee as the keyblade's lashes dissolve several of the beasts. They don't return, their screams dopplering off into nothingness along with unpleasantly organic sounds. But "friends" replace them quickly, slightly larger ones from out of the dark. The hovering sorceress does not respond with words, she simply stands within her shield - and cups her hands. There is ONE light here that is uncomfortable to her, correction. Avira has a faint silvery power, connected to this place -the same power that tried and failed to keep the Sorceress out when her dark corridor opened. It was a little more active here. There was a reason for that. She'd suspected it all along, now it was time to put it into practice. Deidra's curses don't take hold - maybe Maleficent and Disarray have hardened them a bit against magic this time. The dark energy pools by their feet and deflects the first spells, but there are openings - the entering warrior would find it easier to aim her spells next time, if she's paying attention. At about this moment, Avira truly reaches the park area, and Maleficent speaks - she can see a silvery thread connecting the slightly-less-than-princess to the Heart of the world, wherever it is. "You did revive this place - you married its fate to yours, in a way." The voice is intended for Avira, Maleficent knows she is listening as all others must - but then the Fairy's attention stops. She ceases intervening to defend her Heartless, she takes her cupped hands and holds them up by her face. A matrix of violent purple light appears there. It is glowing silver at the edges, as if the same power which is overdriving Avira is trying to dismantle Maleficent's spellwork. A rare sign of discomfort appears on her - the Sorceress has sweat on her brow as she stares at the orb of darkness like it was a puzzle box. She smiles, she's getting closer, but it will take a long time... Good thing she's so fo- "WITCH" comes Will's cry. Maleficent's hands fly angrily apart, and the web of magic is disrupted. "DAMN YOU." she shouts, and the word is an actual dark curse - it reveals how much she remembers Will, how she curses him for what Diablo learned, for appearing there with power in his hands, for not dying, for many things. When Maleficent damns someone, it tends to become reality -and the Heartless are supercharged as a bolt of darkness flies from her mouth and into them. They do explode, but their bodies reassemble in a way the ones Mercade struck did not, and then they grow larger and their dark power, wreathed in flame, drives for the Hobo King. She breathes deeply, anger dissipating, and closes her eyes. When her hands cup, the spell begins restoring itself to where it was before the interruption. When Avira moves, Maleficent turns in place, floating slowly to face her, wherever she goes, weaving the spell. Then Alma makes the scene and mentions Riku. Maleficent holds on, the sweat intensifies, her eyes burn bright purple, but she speaks in a calm and happy tone: "Oh really? That darling boy. He is SUCH a good ally to us. Such a skilled operative." A bit of her tongue is actually sticking out as she bites it slightly, getting the art in her hands just right. She would normally prepare this kind of spell in advance, but it had to be here. It had to be now.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' The problem is never beating one Heartless. The problem is beating all of that Heartless' friends. In the most classic sense, the Heartless use horde tactics, and their numbers are functionally limitless. The Heartless strike back, driving into Mercade and slamming him down into the ground, painful wounds opening up along his body despite his attempts to defend himself. With a yell, he pulls his hand from his trencoat, revealing a shotgun which blasts with holy power straight into the wolf Heartless' face. He frowns at the shape of these creatures. He knows well Avira's affinity with wolves. What is going on here? Is she trying to... He grimaces, looking between what Maleficent is doing and where Avira is, and he shifts to try to stay next to her. He's got a bad feeling about this and Maleficent seems to be telegraphing something pretty heavily. In the meantime, he continues pulling in other Heartless, trying to break up the horde by cleaving through them one by one, picking them off as much as he can.

:'''[[Shadow]] has posed:''' Well that didn't go as planned. The slashes don't do much to a supercharged heartless. This may be a shorter fight than he anticipated. Shadow distances himself from the main group. He is unable to avoid a majority of the attacks that go his way while making his own ineffectual. The ninja slashes out to cut a line towards a place he can evacuate to while the heros do the heroics. With enough of a gap he tosses two bombs into the group-- mixing smoke into the air.

:'''[[Ulharisk]] has posed:''' Ulharisk looks over to Maira and notes her-- lack of clothing but covered with fire in the right places. "We really need to get you some fire-retardant clothing." He says with a half smile before his eyes weigh in the situation in the distance, including as Maira makes quick of some heartless that move in. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, before he opens his eyes once more caring a far more fierce look in them. "Lets do this Maira.. Together! FOR THIS WORLD SHALL NOT FALL!!" He points his glaive tips outward, before pushing right off the light pole with simple ease, flipping in the air and then bolting with sheer speed into Central Park. Keep up Maira. Ulharisk is fast on foot. As the Draconian enters into the Park he spins his Glaive into ready position, before twirling himself and slashing at several of the heartless that appear before him. Then coming down with an quick strike and then coming down low, before flipping around to bring the Glaive down hard in a cleaving motion. The red runes glowing brightly. "Leave here now! YOU are not welcomed here nor your dark minions! By the name of my ancestor, I will see you and all those of your creed destroyed!" Ulharisk barks out at Malefiecent. Apparently not being very aware of who he deals with or the fact that his dear 'dark god' probably-- and most likely-- made the deal with the Shadow Lords and he himself becoming one. Oh well. Isk will figure this all out one day.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' The fact that her attacks were so easily shaken off do give her pause. She is certainly afraid. In fact, sweat rolls off her brow as she considers her next move. But then Maleficent speaks. The calm and happy tone appears to stun her, as do the words. For a time she looks a little abstracted.. But then, she actually laughs, and laughs harder. "Really? You're going to go for /that/ gambit?" The heartless attack, there's a hum in the air a blur of yellow, and she's suddenly elsewhere. In her place, is left one of the stars that once encircled her. But the heartless are just as fast, and they dodge the shooting star which fires their way. She's a few yards off to the side herself. "I mean come on. I might have believed you if you told me you held him prisoner. Enthralled his mind.. Okay, that one's a long shot too but I could possibly believe it, based on your reputation." She lifts up a finger. "...but if you expect me to believe you're still cutting his checks in secret then you've gone mental, lady." A soft white glow spreads over her, which she then moves out onto the crowd over Will as well. "To be honest I kind of pity you, mistress of all evil."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Throughout Manhattan, there are those who have not left the city. New Yorkers are a stubborn breed. Though they cannot see it from on the ground, all throughout the buildings lining Central Park, people gather at the windows, peering out and watching anxiously. Something in their hearts seems to compell them. Mercade and Will too will feel this strange feeling also. They may remember that when the World Heart was being restored, the growing light asked for something of them. Avira explodes into action alongside Mercade, the air shimmering in her wake. The Spine cleaves upwards, sending out a similar wave of the silvery-hued energy into a Heartless before her. A second is cast this way until...well... ...until Maleficent speaks again. Avira whirls to face her, her weapon lifting, but no blow comes. "/What are you doing/?" she demands, her voice low. If Maleficent was fishing for her attention, she certainly just got it.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Okay First off. I got this." he says towards Mercade. Alma's magic works over him, and he grins... "Thanks!" he says towards the White mage. What is Maleficent doing? Taunting the happy fun Hobo. "Yeah, you are going to...you know what, lets not do this." he says with a sudden souring frown. Do not play this game with us, Witch. You're dealing with both of us. We know Riku's heart, and we know you're gasping to try and throw us off. Try harder. Will coughs. "That was unpleasant." he says, and looks around... He kicks a heartless getting to close to him and tried to /interupt/ his words with the witch! Rude! Will dodge rolls forward, under more heartless and attempts to Parkour over a few more...until he lands next to Maleficient's carefully laid spell. "So what happens if my innate nature...TOUCHES it...and it's still not done. It seems like it'll be bad for both of us. But worse for me...or you?" He grins like a madman.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira is not quick on foot, or at all really, unless you count quickly getting herself into trouble. She follows after Ulharisk as quickly as she can, fueled by magic and adrenaline. Avira is hear, and Maleficent will be targeting her. Of course, Mercade with be there with her, and Mercade has a /keyblade/ but does he have healing magic? She doesn't think so! Thus, she runs into central park, following Ulharisk who has already left her in the dust. When she arrives she does so panting, but she is far to high on the fire of her magic pulsing through her veins to let her body stop her now. She'll pay for it later, but for now, she will fight. "Avira!" she cries out, just to let her best friend know that she is hear and has her back. Unavoidably, her eyes are drawn to Maleficent. Suddenly, she has an urge to hide behind a tree, though she knows it wouldn't do her any good. At least she hadn't brought Pete with her? "..grumble, firehose..." she mumbles, then brings up her magic again to cast a protective spell on Avira. "I'm here Avira, we won't let Manhattan fall again," she says, though more to herself than Avira. Avira would know.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra has known for some what Mercade has and understand why he's not shown it too much, still Maleficent is one of the most terrifying things in the known worlds and she's come to assault this world once more. Thankfully this time they have something that can counter the Heartless. It's now a matter of surviving the dark fairly. Her magic is not having much of an effect and she notices this, but it's a bit too late. She's caught in the attack and it's not too pretty. She's hurt but she's also not fallen. Gargoyles tend to be pretty durable all things considered. So she changes tactics to direct combat and starts chanting in Latin again but this time it's jagged lances of ice that are coming for the heartless rather than some sort of curse.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Mercade decimates several more Heartless, they fall to the ground as shreds of shadow. He has pulled in so many that his immediate area is now safe and clear. He has breathing room and can choose his targets. A gout of flame shoots from a nearby Heartless, indicating he is at least watched even if he is not surrounded. Shadow manages to evade into his smoke, leaving him safe for the moment, or maybe they think he's been knocked down enough for the moment. Ulharisk rends several, one creature dissolving on the end of his weapon and others falling, shredded to ribbons by a few quick lashes, to the ground. He is countered by biting teeth at "knee" level approximately, from a number of pack creatures. Alma's restorative power makes some of the Heartless shy away, yipping, but they quickly rally and dive for her, eating the healer is tried and true - or the buffer. Avira's energy can't manage to get into the creatures - somehow they are rejecting it, and they bite at her in response, not shying away from her ties to this place. Maleficent responds, "I am preparing something just for you, girl. I have your nature in mind - and so too do they. For you and you alone." This voice is whispered into the orb, but audible to all present. The orb itself is taking on a more regimented shape - it is all rigid geometric shapes. It is swirling with runic symbols and that silvery energy is still trying to discorporate it. She files away the fact that two sources have confirmed Riku is not hers and is indeed working against the Shadow Lords. This is jotted down for later confirmation. She doesn't have long to address her inner note though. Oh to hell with it. He just touched the spell. She parses his mental transmission. But she has other things to cope with. The spell is not meant for Will, it is meant for Avira. So when the chaotic boy's dark power touches it, the somewhat silvery light of dusk burns his hand, likely throwing him backward - and it disrupts some of the Fairy's control. A dozen Heartless /explode/ into bits of silvery light and fade. At this point, a barrier springs up around Maleficent AND her spell. Why didn't she think of that at first? A rivulet of golden ichor comes from the corner of her mouth, only to be licked up with an elegant tongue. "A foolish gambit." Forced to start over, the Sorceress floats away from Will Sherman, and begins to float toward Avira - slowly, inside a protective bubble fueled by the Heartless. The light might grow brighter. She is concentrating on forming the spell once more. It was almost done! With each practice she gets a bit quicker, but her reserves are falling fast. If she has to enter the fray, she'll need to do this the difficult way. She does not stagger, but Will, as close to her as he got, would know she is making a conscious effort not to stagger. But the smile continues... Deidra's ice impales several Heartless, leaving them at prime height to be killed off and yowling with pain. A full 2/3 of the Heartless in the park have been taken down. But Maleficent is engaging her dangerous idea, floating down toward Avira. If one were looking up at Maleficent from below, they would see the fairy floating inside a glowing shield, still reeling from Will's gambit (he's still exploding Heartless wherever he goes, so powerful is the aftershock of touching the dark magic, though it is probably not good even for the Hobo King himself!). The Fairy, floating above Avira, visible over the Huntress' shoulder. "Girl, Listen!" Maleficent declares, eyes looking daggers downward. "You and you alone can pass through this barrier." She's had intimate contact with Will - err, up close and personal contact anyway - she can now stave HIM off, but this place is rejecting her magic, and the nature of the spell she is now desperately trying to re-form is such that the shield can't keep the Dusk Princess out. Then every Heartless in the park howls at once, and from the sky above comes a ball of darkness - the shield around the park just VANISHES. It balls itself up into a ball and splits into five pieces, trying to eat some hearts. There is no other word for it - these are trying to EAT the people they hit.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' A large number of heartless leap at her, driving her out of the sky, and for a while she disappears into the throng, beneath a mass of writhing, feasting wolf bodies. When she bursts out of their number again, as a yellow shooting star moving towards the heavens, she stops again, her entire form slick and matted with blood. Her chest heaving with breath. Still she looks defiant, as she gives Maleficent a grim look, "I.. have had /enough/ of you." Waving the Shepherd's crook in a circle. She taps the air in various places, as sigils filled with arcane arrays form. And then suddenly the sky above is filled with countless little motes of light. Hundreds, perhaps up to a thousand. Then with uncanny accuracy they descend into the heartless ranks, striking each in turn as she blankets the area with holy light and fire. "You don't even know. You don't even /know/ that you're being manipulated from the darkness, Sorceress. That you too are just a pawn in its game, dancing to its tune, as it /laughs/ at you."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will Sherman goes flying...heartless explode as he goes flying from the spell because he interacts with magic like oil and petrol. Will Sherman FINALLY hits the duck pond, ducks go flying and he looks up at the sky. "...NOBODY MAKES ME TAKE A BATH!" he booms at the witch. /NOW/ it's on! He leaps from the pool...oh /god/ it hurts...he still feels the pain of the reaction, but Avira needs him...she needs him, and therei s no Isaac to counter her...so all they have is... A atomic bomb. Will runs through the heartless avoiding combat, and attepts to get near Avira, grabbing her hand...

:'''[[Ulharisk]] has posed:''' The Draconian gets no reply. He should guess not after all. Little worm compared to the bigger fish on the battlefield. Though he swipes his Glaive at the wolves who are trying to snap at him. Seeming to show no fear in the corner of his world. tThen with the Howl though, Ulharisk's eyes go wide as he suddenly sees what comes down for them, "Maira!" he yells out, however it is to late. He just isn't quick enough-- -- he is never quick enough-- now is he? The Impact then slams into him, the very darkness trying to devour him once more. He slams into the ground and skids across the grass. One would scream in pain, but not Ulharisk. He only grits his teeth and shuts his eyes closed tightly. Before he roars out in anger and slashes away the darkness trying to tear him apart. The roar sounding something human-- and dragon combined. Ulharisk slowly picks himself up. His body staggering a bit before he inhales deeply and glares at the heartless here. Glaring at the darkness. "Maira! Are you alright?" He calls over to her. His violet eyes look at her, as he spits out some blood to the side, before he then readies himself. "Tend to your wounds and the others Maira, your the only one who can." The Draconian leader then races forward once more. His glaive glowing brightly as he flourishes his glaive at the very heartless and darkness alike. It was like a dance of movements, before he brings down the blade once more down in a hard slam to the very ground. Before roaring at one of the wolves, snarly his teeth almost primal like. Human he may look, but those features told parts of the story, including those far sharper canines then a human would ever have. He is also moving himself between Maira and any further heartless.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' It's official. Avira is completely and utterly creeped out-not to mention frustrated that it seems her own abilities have failed to make even a dent in the Heartless. She remains confident, though. Her friends are here. Manhattan is with her. Manhattan would not let her fall! She backs away to fend off the Heartless snapping at her. "Down!" she hisses, perhaps instinctively due to prior animal experience. But these being Heartless, they will not listen. Again she hears the fairy whispering to her...and pauses. The pause is just long enough for the piece of the dark barrier to slam into her. A scream of panic escapes her before she squirms herself free of the clawing, snapping, darkness. Pure force of will powers her to stand up, just in time as Will reaches out his hand. She leaps forward at Maleficent... ...dragging Will with her. Once her hand starts to breach the barrier, Avira flings him forward.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' And then Will Sherman is dragged through... Who is flying right at Maleficient! "SURPRISE!" he shouts, aiming to headbutt her right in the face... Then there was no crackling... "Where is the Kaboom? There was supposed to be a earth shattering /Kaboom!" he says, and then turns towards Maleficent! No...she already released it? Crap crap... When in doubt... Maleficent could feel power drawling, his hands glow red...and he dives forward, aiming to punch her only ONCE... Aiming to rend her fate strings assunder. This hurts, it hurts on a level that she shouldn't /feel/ this hurting. It is like her existance itself is fighting to stay in place, as Will shatters the bonds to everything. "AND NEVER COME BACK!" he booms, aiming to ignite the magical flows of energy... This might be bad.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira watches with wide eyes as Maleficent floats around in a bubble of darkness, Heartless raging and fueling her power it would seem. The darkness is thick, sticky, difficult to shake...but in the presence of such darkness the Light will fight back. Just as it had been with the Dark Knight, Maira's light reacts, burning from golden to brilliant white, the flames lashing out like tendrils toward the dark, slashing through Heartless at a thought. The power Maleficent wields is perhaps the most fell power she's encountered, right up there in nightmare territory to sit along side her memories of Garland. The darkness comes for her--it comes for her heart. She screams and guards herself, her Light flaring in defiance as she is thrown back from the pure raw energy that flies around this battlefield. She hits a tree, hard, and sets it aflame in an instant. The darkness took something, but her heart is still there, thrumming with a song of hope and perserverance. Maira stands, pretty sure she's broken some ribs, but there are others worse off. Maira looks up to Ulharisk, trying to give him a reassuring smile. "I'm alright..." she says. Alright enough, anyway. "Avira...we have to protect Avira..." she says, then takes a deep, painful breath and extends her light toward Avira, the familiar healing energy washing over her. Maira sees also that Alma is nearby, and that is comforting. She wasn't the only one who could heal. She was certain everyone was going to need it.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra has trusted will, she's trusted Will a lot, she gave him a chance after what happened at the world heart, much like he did when he first ran into her so long ago in Central Park with Mercade. She has faith in Avira and Will that they know what they are doing, what she can do? Is make sure the heartless stays off the back. Deidra chants quickly forming a barrier before the spell from the heartless hits, and even then? The force of the spell is enough to shatter the barrier in an instance sending Deidra sprawling. Had she not had that barrier up? It would have been pretty terrible for her, she's however thankfully still in the fight and starts chanting again soon comes the ice, and the wind followed by a bolt of pure arcade energy which all is focused in upon the heartless. Someone has to keep them off Will and Avira's back.

:'''[[Shadow]] has posed:''' The evasive maneuvers put Shadow away from the main fight-- dodging through the smoke screen he created as the others take care of the majority of the heartless in the park. Then there is the main baddie-- and things that are literally eatting people. Interesting as that is, the assassin has little to collect on now. He skirts along the edges as the dramatic tension rises with the group further in. Is he leaving-- or is he looking for a window of fortune to strike from? With all the chaos around, he finds no trouble skulking about.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Nope! Mercade has no healing magic. "Don't taunt the happy fun evil doom fairy, Alma!" Mercade says warningly. "I don't think we've seen half of what she's capable of yet." He clears the path, standing free for a moment even though he sees the Heartless stalking about him warily. They want him bad, he can tell. Maleficent starts revealing her hand, and just one look at the magic she is putting together chills Mercade to the bone. If she's successful... What could that do to..." He blinks, and he looks up as the deadly magic shatters and crushes for most of the defenders... And avoids him. He squints. What's her game here? Emotions play across Mercade's face, an edge of uncertainty as he tries to think ahead and guess at her plan so she can counter it. He lunges, striking at the consuming Darkness with the Keyblade to try to break it away from Avira, and he looks over towards Maira. "Oh God! Maira! Am I ever glad to see you!" He yells. They need all the help they can get. But the barrier won't go down until the Heartless go down. Avira went through before he could help. He grits his teeth. There's no time. Maleficent /had/ to have planned for this... All he can do is speed things up. Drawing upon his reserves, he pours everything he has into his Keyblade, focusing his mind, power, and belief. A multicolored wave of light drives outwards, exploding in a ring. Six pillars of light strike downwards with cracking noises, sweeping around the ring and pulling Heartless in throughout the area towards him, forcing them together so they cannot escape. "For the sake of Manhattan, Avira, and my friends..." Mercade says, raising the Twilight Seeker pointing it at the sky. He screams at the top of at he voice. "BEGONE!" There is a gathering of power, and then a thin beam of light fires into the sky, disappearing into the night and vanishing. Nothing seems to happen. Mercade then smiles and says quietly, "Pew pew." The clouds suddenly explodes outwards as a solid shaft of overwhelming light explodes downwards, striking at the central mass of Heartless, the pencil thin beam radiating outwards in a consuming blast of pure whiteness.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Alma works her magic. It is a decimating power - Maleficent does grimace unpleasantly at the mocking tone. The harshest thing for the Fairy is knowing she has other things to accomplish, she can't stop and go trounce Alma. The sanctimony rankles, but is followed by a hellish explosion of starfire. The swift-footed heartless run away from it. They cross the park in almost no time - they have to. Being exposed under the naked sky is dangerous, and when that barrier goes, the wolves seem to be turning tail and running away from Alma. This carries them in the Draconian's face, and they are torn apart fairly universally. Back at the Will and Avira Olympics. Yes, she already released it. When Maleficent released the barrier, she let the spell fly out of her hands. It turns out that when you try to make the same spell four times you learn a few shortcuts. The spell had struck Avira back then, and it hadn't hurt her quite as much as some of the others. Because the spell wasn't supposed to hurt her. In fact, it was meant to make her more powerful, more ready. Avira might find her wounds /knitting/ now. But we'll get to that in a moment. Maira washes healing light that seems to make the canine creatures uncomfortable - they flee her too. They're suddenly a lot more cowardly without the shadow field overhead. Deidra blows the Heartless beasts to pieces with her attacks - they explode into pieces and fall to the ground, there are a few left, forming a cowardly circle. Shadow would find them easy targets of opportunity if he decides to take the glory and cut their throats for a nickel (or however much munny he is getting). Will Sherman passes into Maleficent's barrier. Avira throws him mightily. Too mightily. Will Sherman passes into the barrier and rams Maleficent in the head with a mighty clang that is not all physical. There is some kind of magical exchange of energies and it is pretty scary - Maleficent is even unsettled. But the Dark Fairy is self possessed enough. She grabs a flow of magic and seeks to THROW Will Sherman out of the bubble so hard the shield surrounds the boy instead. Inside the shield ball, thorns form, flames - darkness - throwing him into the horde of huddled Heartless, hoping they will tear the Hobo apart. There are going to be consequences from this headbutt. Being so close to Loki's Thinkpan (a magical artifact in its own right) is not good. For anyone! ...And she is left face to face with Avira. Everything seems in slow motion. Maleficent floats downward. "You know, there was a connection." Her voice comes out slowly, relishing every word. "Between you, and this world. I could not see it, girl. I could not see it until I saw you here - you revived it. Part of you lives in the heart of this world. All it took was to reverse the flow." Maleficent's smile is truly huge now. Catlike. "Now this world is flowing back into your heart... every second you stand upon it, you kill it a little bit more. You have moments, you know." Avira might feel the strength flowing into her, but even cursory examination would reveal the ground beneath her feet, the plants, were dying... trees, grass, water was dissolving into its component bits nearby. Darkness was reclaiming the world in some increasingly concentric circles, or so it appeared. At this moment, Maleficent waves a hand. "Only this corridor back to my castle -" A well of darkness appears. "Will get you off this world fast enough to break the connection, and let you save it. We'll return you here, unharmed, within the week." A gentle smile on the Fairy's features, and a dirty trick to go with it. The ground swirls up around Avira in a bitchin' halo of matter being decomposed into its primal forms. It is pretty high on the creepy scale. Somewhere, Will Sherman is soaring over the p- The sky explodes. Light goes through it in a way that feels, to Maleficent, like someone froze her world, smashed it into pins, then hammered those pins through every part of her body. She's stalwart, she overcomes it, but for a moment she - a creature not usually susceptible to the slightest willy - had a full blown case of them. The creature pauses, as she once did at a birthday party when being told she wasn't wanted, composes herself, and with a beatific smile, says "After you, dear..." Her barrier recomposing itself to reveal a tableau of Avira, the Shadow Gate, and the sorceress herself. As this is taking place, the sky is /eating the Heartless wolves/. Their ilk won't be seen in the world again for a while, it was a shame to lose such fine hounds. But it would be worth it if this played out the right way.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' The Heartless are consumed. Mercade sags with the effort that took out of him, and he grunts. "Okay, Avira, here I-" He pauses as he begins to hear the words of the Dark Fairy. "You..." Mercade's hand tightens on they Keyblade. "You... YOU... YOU!" He yells, unable to even speak as he hears and sees what is happening. All thought explodes from Mercade's mind, everything turned towards one desperate need. And he raises the Keyblade, beginning his charge towards Maleficent as anger gives him the second wind he sorely needs. She better hope that barrier is Built Ford Tough, because he's coming.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will Sherman finds himself trapped in a barrier and overshot. "Oh...crap." he says, before he /screams/ in horrible thorny agony as the points dig into his flesh, the fire burns at him...it hurts, his world is pain and agony...and he hits the side of the barrier with his hand. He can see it now...the magical string connected to Avira...he just has to grab it... His fists slams against the barrier again, and again...come on...he has to get out! He has to stop this... He hurts himself, the thorns hurt everytime he pounds the barrier... No no no no!

:'''[[Ulharisk]] has posed:''' Ulharisk watches as Mercade lights up the world and then hears what mad woman tells Avira, "Don't listen to her Avira! It isn't true!" The draconian barks as he then gathers himself and starts to make his way to where she is. Where the true threat is. However as he runs, he actually tumbles over. Not for any real reason, other then a deep gash his body at last makes him aware of as thing have calmed down enough for his body to realize the damage he has taken from the massive heartless attack earlier. Ulharisk growls and then goes to stand up. Force himself to rise. He pushes himself back up and tries to run once more, to ignore the pain in his leg. "Don't listen to her!" He yells out to Avira. There was a small part of him telling himself to transform. Transform and take flight. Take flight and burn that black-hearted fae. Yet another part of him knows... ..it could be to late. To late again.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Ever since Manhattan was revived, Avira always felt more at peace while here. The reason for this was pretty clear to her though she never voiced these thoughts to anyone, half afraid it would be used against her. Her wounds begin to heal, though as this comes at the exact time that Maira has bestowed her healing magic upon her, she assumes the effects come from that. Besides, she's in the middle of an /awesome combo attack/ with Will Sherman. Except her fastball special could use a little work and she ends up beaning Maleficent in the face with Will's face. Then her friend is immediately ejected from their vicinity, trapped in a sphere of magical pain. "WILL!" Avira lands and only looks up to Maleficent as she starts speaking again. "...." Then her face goes pale. "..reverse the flow?" "But how did..." she /was/ feeling stronger. Was her light returning to her..? What would that mean for Manhattan-"Wait, no, I can't...it can't be like that-" Reality seems to be unravelling around her and she starts to panic, a sick feeling invading her stomach. "...I have to.." she says quietly, "I don't want this world to die again." Avira's shoulders slump and she lifts the Spine. With a mighty toss, she throws the weapon out of the circle of destruction around her. It sails through the air, still sheathed in a glowing shimmer of silver, and sticks neatly point-first into the ground. "...someone hold that for me."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' What is Maleficent doing!? She has to be trying to trick Avira somehow. She's too far away and there is just too much noise to hear what Maleficent is saying to her! By Holy, she misses Uist! If he were here, he would be able to get there, overhear. He would have an idea, a plan. He would know what to do. He's not here though. She is alone inside herself. She has to fight. Her magic is raging, the tree behind her completely in flame now as she begins to move toward Maleficent and Avira, seeming to float herself as the green grass burns beneath her feet. Avira is in trouble, but she isn't the only one. Will looks to be in some serious danger himself, facing the vengence of Maleficent and all her thorny scorn. Could she break the forcefield? She doesn't know how...but maybe, if they can make Maleficent leave... Maira reaches up toward her neck to grasp her necklace, the only thing she'd been wearing that didn't burn. Of course, a gift from Phoenix would be fire-proof. She reaches to remember the feeling of being in that presence, the passion of fire... "MALEFICENT!" she calls, her form consumed in white-hot flame, the iris and pupils of her eyes gone, simply imitting the light within like open windows. "LEAVE MY BEST FRIEND ALONE!" she yells, then lets the energy explode from her, expanding toward Maleficent like a crashing wave of brilliant white flame, the power of Holy seeking to obliterate the darkness.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "NO!" Will booms. "STOP BEING A <GOOSEHONK>ING VICTIM AND FIGHT! NOW IS THE TIME! SO WHAT! SHE DID SOMETHING SHE BARELY UNDERSTANDS...SURE SHE COULD FIX IT...AT WHAT COST AVIRA!" Will booms...again and again, pounding at the shield keeping him in tact. His pure rage at the thing keeping him from the people he loves is becoming overwhelming... Malificent can feel it. He is /angry/ very /very angry/ and that is also making /it/ angry. AGAIN he batters himself against the thorns and the barrier...

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Everything hurt. She knew better than most that mocking the happy fun doom fairy was not a good idea. She'd been given very vivid tales from Riku about the results of her wrath. But she was just too angry, especially now, seeing the struggle against the barrier in the battle to keep Avira amongst them That attack had taken a lot out of her, and yet deep within she still tried to call upon a spark within her to reignite into yet another attack. Throwing back the staff. She fills the sky full of stars again. And while it isn't quite as effective as before. "I want you out of the lives of everyone I care about, Sorceress! We are not taking any of your <GOOSEHONK> anymore!" They still all descend as one against her barrier, trying to combine her efforts with the others in a follow up display of holy fire.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent smiles. "I'll see you at the castle, dear." she says, waving gently over her shoulder, buh-bye now. The Corridor stays open, but the field narrows down. Yes, the forcefield gets out of the way. Nothing is in Mercade's way now. The forcefield just stops anyone other than Avira from going through - and no hand holding this time. Maleficent eyes the onrushing boy, the keyblade wielder so full of valor. Then she raises the staff. The Keyblade Wielder is coming. Sickly green light dances over Maleficent's body, a fell magic drawing from Will Sherman's life force as he is rended, and fueling her own. She places her staff in front of her, and braces hers- HOLY HOLY HOLY. Maira's brilliance catches some of the Silver on the Spine. Usually Maleficent is only deigning to sport with the heroes - she has power, backup plans. Getting down and dirty like this is only worth it for the prize, like the differential data on Avira. Maira's spell blows part of her apart. Alma's follows, hitting her in the chest full on. She is thrown off her feet - but just sort of hovers there, cackling. This is a bridge too far. Part of her face has flaked off - revealing scales below. Scales? Maleficent begins to laugh. A high, girlish sound, then a deeper belly laugh. Ah-ha-hahahahaha-HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!! Her body contorts sickeningly. The ground begins dissolving faster under Avira's feet, as if whatever magic Maleficent worked had taken hold MORE strongly. Maleficent's spine bursts wide, a firey pillar forming around her. Something burnished and steely emerges. What comes out is still laughing, but more deeply now - demonically. Dark power courses from this thing. Plants wither where it walks. All the Heartless are gone, but if they were here they would be crying. The creature is truly massive, some buildings are smaller. And its steely claws scorch the turf. Its eyes burn what they regard. The Dragon stares down at the keyblade wielder with a challenging eye. "COME, BOY." ANGER dapples on her. Her usually effected air of mirth is gone, this is what is really there, a Fairy Dragon in all its dark regard, usually unseen, emerged from its shell for the first time in a year. A fitting form, to kidnap a princess.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra is lucky to have not gone alone to this, she know she'd not fair well on her own, nay it would go quite poorly for her if she had. Alma, Avira, Mercade, Will, Shadow and Ulharisk. They form a team that gives them a chance to stop this, Deidra is drained from her expenditure of magic thankfully she's manage to set the thing up for Mercade to deal with. But Maleficent words are they true? She does not know, it's just a set up to provoke them at the very least. "WILL!" She calls out and she's trying to muster what else she can. The heartless are no longer an issue. She'll take what else she has left with her own power and try to lend it to her. "She's already been consumed by the darkness, she seeks to make other fall as she has." The Gargoyle moves however Alma just unloads everything she has as she watches her go. "I had...dragon?!" She's trying to recover but for the moment there's not much she can do till she gains some of her strength back. Still they forced her to reveal this form, right they have to have pushed her somewhat.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will Sherman finally breaks through it...and stares up as Maleficent releases all of the powers of hell. Oh dear. He starts to get ready, focusing on himself...the rage, that anger...the indigation he feels... He brings it into himself, accepts it as part of /himself/. The magical energy changes. It is not just one malignant power and Will Sherman. It is one entity. "We're not amused." He says, in an oddly osculating voice, you can hear both Will and IT. And then he recklessly charges the Dragon, he rolls forward, aiming to challenge it's strength with his own, magical and phsyical power flows through him, and he punches once, aiming to try and break through the armor that the magical scales provide, and a second shot aiming for the claws. His strange energy aiming to warp her fate lines... "We're not going to lose, witch! Nobody...NOBODY is going to destroy our home, threaten /OUR/ friends...again! You picked the Wrong God/Hobo (you swear you hear him say both when you try and remember this.)!"

:'''[[Ulharisk]] has posed:''' Ulharisk falls down to his knee and then looks up. Damn his leg and that is when he sees it happen. The evil sorcerers transforms into a massive dragon. His eyes go wide and his jaw drops slightly. It is like the stories of old of their history. How Ixen fought Whe'ir, who was far larger then he. For the gods were always far larger then any of them. Yet Ixen stood tall and then Xur'shio took the final blow to protect Ixen. Now before his own eyes was a black dragon and his mind could only see Whe'ir. For Whe'ir promised he would return and wipe them off the face of their world. Whe'ir had done so-- and now here was perhaps one of his very spawn. "..by the great Xur'shio.." Ulharisk whispered as he could only stare. Then with a low growl, he forces himself up, the Glaive vanishing from his hand before he roared out and he leaped into the air. Blue flames surged around him along with a flicker of electricity and light. Soon what emerged from it was that of a blue dragon with red stripes along his form. Those draconic violet eyes narrowing sharply. Though perhaps far smaller then the black evil dragon. Ulharisk was willing. Even with his body screaming in pain, his wings were carrying him for the field. With a loud draconic roar that echoed through the air he went to slam his form into the barrier, bouncing off and then looping right back around to try again and again. Slashing his claws and burning hot dragon fire upon it. Relentless he was being and even with him knowing that even if he /could/ get in. He would never stand the chance. He may have the blood of Ixen flowing through his veins. But he was the youngest and his brother was always the strongest; but the situation made him who he now was and like hell he was going to watch those he love parish again to the darkness.

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' A whole world away, on a tower that stretches to kiss the sky, the Ironclad Nightmare feels the Darkness shudder. It is an intense feeling; it rolls through what passes for Garland's soul, forcing his attention to zero in on that place so far away. He looks up from his black throne, slowly considering his options as he speaks to Maleficent over the radio to confirm what he already knew. Blast. Garland rises from his massive throne, his hands disappearing behind his cape. Maleficent was that sort of woman, after all, and a fae besides; she was flighty, emotional, and prone to acts of vengeance far beyond what was rational or useful to the Shadow Lords. She was also powerful enough to be unused to failure; nothing in her own world had ever truly challenged her, nothing ever could truly tell her *no*. It was part of why Garland found her so useful - even to the point of considering her something like a friend. But she was also insane. And that meant that cooler heads were needed. Garland brushes his hand forward. Shadows rip and tear, the world splitting itself as he walks forward. In Central Park, the world rips and distorts. Shadows gather before the portal, prostrating themselves to their dread master as he emerges from the Corridor of Darkness; the Tyrant Chaos slowly looks over the assembled heroes, his terrible yellow eyes flashing across Central Park. "This is what you considered worth transforming for, Maleficent?" Garland demands, tilting his armored head up to look at her. "...they must have angered you greatly." Chaos Incarnate turns back to the assembled heroes, thoughtful as he gazes across them. No, Garland decides - he could not allow Maleficent to fall here. "If they have angered you so greatly," Garland intones, his voice quiet, yet commanding, his mere presence carrying it across the park and scattering shadows in its echoing wake, "They must be...inconvenient." Garland holds up his hand, darkness gathering around it. It's a simple trick, but one he picked up long ago - a simple spell he learned in his days as a hero, one that has only grown stronger with him. "Allow me to assist you in ridding us of this inconvenience." C L A S S C H A N G E

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Will brings up a darn good point. Why accept this? "Or you could un-reverse it..." she says with quiet steel, "...before my friends /blow you away/-" OOPS TOO LATE. It doesn't leave Avira in any better a place with that strange link spell destroying the world around her. However it quickly becomes clear that Maleficent is not leaving. Avira scoots away as the fairy enlarges to the immense dragon. It doesn't go unnoticed that its presence seems to be having a similar effect on the environment that she currently is right now. At this point, she really regrets hurling the Spine away from her. Hopefully someone will grab that and save it for later. But for now, she'll just have to do it the old fashioned way. WITH FISTS. Ice crusts over her hands, forming into spikes along the length of her knuckles, which mixes strangely with the silver aura that still manages to cling to her. She will not be deterred. NOT EVEN BY GARLAND SHOWING UP TO HELP HER.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade is Avira's prince, and now he faces Maleficent. And all the powers of Hell. Anger freezes solid when the environment heaves around him in order to handle Maleficent's transformation from Fae Sorceress to Dark Dragon. He's normaly all about charging into things but one does not simply charge at something like this. For critical seconds, Mercade blinks uncomprehending at the enormity, the aura of evil around the creature striking him almost like a physical blow, and he staggers. He looks back over his shoulder. Surely Ulharisk, Alma, Deidra, and Maira will be able to help... And then he notices the sheets of terrible green flame separating them. Crap. Mercade looks back to the dragon, and he shakes his head... And then Garland arrives, lending Maleficent even greater power. Goosehonk. His spirit wavers for a moment. He's no hobo god. He's no clever sorceror like Isaac or Deidra. He's just a guy with a strong heart. He looks down at the Keyblade in his hand. Avira is depending on him. Maybe that heart will be enough. Mercade looks up, his eyes hardening, and he reaches out to grab the Spine, pulling it out of the ground. "You're not going to take Avira." Mercade states simply, and he whips the blades apart, creating a cascade of silver and gold light. "FOR HER SAKE, I WILL NOT FAIL!" He yells, setting himself to charge forward. "AVIRA! WILL! LET'S GO!" He leaps into the air, spinning as he begins rampaging with swift and powerful strikes on the dragon, slashing and striking in an endless cascade of light and power.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' DRAGON. And then GARLAND. A grunt of pain, a muttering to herself as she looks at them. "And now scary armor the greater takes the field." Alma Hyral's breath was ragged now, her wounds truly troubling her. The heartless throng was blocking their way to assisting in the battle. And so she takes the time to just heal herself and rest. There was a time when the mere presence of Garland might have set her to flight almost immediately, or rendered her so frightened she'd be unable to act. Now she just felt really, /annoyed/. "Chaos magic in a can? Worst idea since spam." She calls out with a hand cupping her mouth, "Mercade, Will, Avira, just hold on! We're going to try to break through!"

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' "I HAVE WAITED A YEAR." This is the only thing she says. Without context or explanation. When Will Sherman strikes, the punch hits her hide and rebounds with an audible clang. Still, if she were any mortal beast she would have a hellish physical and psychic bruise. The Dire Dragon rears, roaring a single word: "Burn". The universe takes this word as an /instruction/. There are two safe non-transforms at the molecular level into elemental fire. This includes the ice around Avira's sword, which washes over the scales as a warm bath of scalding water. The dragon might have just sighed in enjoyment. Several birds briefly become phoenixes before they become dinner. There is nothing but fire on the ground for 40 feet around her from nose to tail. This is exactly as bad as it sounds. When the smoke has cleared, and ash remains - Maleficent deigns to speak one more word, "Garrrrland..." and perhaps she says it wistfully. She considers Garland as much like a friend as a fickle fae can. He is useful, consistent, and in her coolest moments she knows he is a good counterbalance to her emotionality, however much those emotions give her strength. In saying his name, or title, her voice is less unkind- if a dragon could whisper a lover's name, it would come out like that. Rumbly like a purr, but it falls away to a more businesslike sound. "THEY DID INTERFERE, YES. FOOLS - INSOLENT ONES. HOW NICE TO SEE YOU THIS EVENING." The voice is distorted, being spoken by a creature who is neither entirely one thing or the other, but with undercurrents of rage returning. The rage which always bubbles just under the surface, rage at a world that CAN sometimes defy her. Garland's power washes over her. A gigantic, truly humongous pointy straw hat appears on her head. C L A S S C H A N G E: BLKMG Alma beats on the barrier at about the time Maleficent begins levitating off the ground. Mercade hits the Dragon in this state - and he manages to etch its flesh a little. Certainly a large scoremark appears on the iron plate. But the Dragon simply laughs and continues turning more of the park to flame. A flame that burns not just the body, but the heart. She still roars when the Keyblade touches her, but the roar fades. And she begins to chant. Anyone with any magical talent would recognize a high level fire spell being chanted by a reptile the size of a large building, with the potency of 3 MegaCarries.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira doesn't smile as her attack slams in Maleficent, by all appearances hitting her fatally. Only for a moment does Maira even hope their combined efforts have torn her asunder, for soon that laughter echoes, striking to the marrow and chilling her even through the flames that seem to be her very blood. No...no this can't be...Maira watches as Maleficent grows, and grows, and GROWS. She towers, a gargantuan black beast of darkness and wicked flame--the antithesis of her own fire and light. Those are the fires of Hell--and she knows how those feel. Terror strikes straight to the heart and grips tight. Maira stumbles backward as the barrier closes between herself, Avira, Will and Mercade. They are seperated from the rest of them. She means to make them fight without their assistance! "NO! NO! AVIRA!" she cries, throwing herself against the barrier with magic and ineffective fists. The barrier rejects her, the energy throwing her backward. She sails through the air like a bright ember, hitting the ground again painfully, not quick enough to use air magic to soften her fall. She lands with her left leg twisted beneath her, an audible SNAP reverberates through her. She screams, just barely managing to remain conscious, the flames that shroud her guttering. Tears that would fall turn to steam before they can even form, her head turning toward the new feeling of darkness--more than darkness--Chaos. Maira inhales, the pain unbelievable. Oh, god...Garland. Garland too. No...no..! Maira grits her teeth, trying to banish the pain in the terror into the back of her mind. She doesn't know how they will prevail here...but they have to. Failure is not an option. And if she goes down? She'll go down fighting. "Garland," she growls, the broken girl rising to a seated position as the flames flare once more, her heart shouting its righteous rage. Maira feels the magic Maleficent is wielding, and the scale of it is terrifying. Fire does not scare her. Fire has never scared her. Not normal fire...this, she is pretty darn sure, is different. "Avira...Mercade...Will...you can do this," she says quietly, a pure heart of light echoing that belief and sending that belief out toward her friends with all the hope she can muster.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' The lights just went out... Garland's arrival just made things worse, by leagues. Will Can't see, the pure darkness he exhudes is something awful, his eyes precieve strings, and so many dark strings come off of Garland that he is momantarily blind. Will Sherman knew this would happen, when he first looked upon a Princess of light, and had to ware shades. He asked his wizard friend for help. Slowly, he slips on sunshades. These were like sunglasses, except that they GLOW with the power of the /sun/. He still can't /see/ Garland, but he can see again. "...So dark.." he mutters, that was...that was a scary thought, he considers. Will then feels the burning of his spirit...someone trying to change his fate, and this simply...doesn't work. The spell hits, he can not evade this, but...Will's desire to fight does not change one bit. He takes a step forward, and once more POUNDS the Dragon, both physically and meta-physically, with his fists, trying to tear out her fate strings. "Don't give up now! FIGHT!"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' The usual sinking feeling of impending darkness spawns in the back of her mind moments before Garland appears. Seeing him here like this fills her with dread, knowing that he's likely meant to help Maleficent much like two days ago. It seeks to increase the urgency of her fighting, if only so she didn't have to hear what qualified as flirting between the two ridiculously powerful masters of darkness. The ice meant to protect her fists from the hard dragonscale merely melts off as fire washes around her. It leaves her unharmed, the strange fairy magic singling her out for preservation-which, frankly, makes Avira feel even more ill. Maleficent really was gunning for her and clearly that could /not/ happen. Avira starts to step backwards at this point, putting as much distance as the barrier would allow between her and Maleficent. All the while, she's charging her own magic, taking advantage of the power that's supposedly flowing into her now. "C'mon guys, I know you can do it!" she calls out, her hands suddenly glowing red, "HASTE!" They needed ever advantage they could get here. And Avira would give it to them.

:'''[[Ulharisk]] has posed:''' Ulharisk roars once more as he tries to claw once more at the barrier. Trying to tear away with it with his teeth at one point his claws do snare through and he tries to snatch his teeth around it to rip it apart. This doesn't work forever however and he has to pull back only to come again. "Leave her alone!" he bellows out. His voice echoing with a rumble. "You have no right to do this!" He attacks the barrier again, trying once more to weaken it. Refusing to give up. Refusing to not /try/ and get to her. Garland has also shown up, but Ulharisk is a one tracked minded dragon. He remember the armored figure back when he attacked the HQ. He remembers being there when he came. He knows his power, but for a knight-- for a guardian-- they will risk their life if that is what it takes. "I WILL KILL YOU SPAWN OF WHE'IR!!" Ulharisk roars out as he comes right back around, body slamming the barrier fruitlessly, before crashing down to the ground. Panting a bit and then snarling at the offending barrier. His tail trashing side to side.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Even more drained than before, but now at least it felt easier to breathe. Her wounds had closed somewhat. She takes the time to make a movement with her staff again, beginning anew the spells of protection and warding that she had started this dance with. Preparing.. for something that was to come. Even during her preparations though, her eyes were on those locked in battle with the dragon inside the barrier. But it was not yet the time to act. And so she waited patiently, gathering her strength.

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' Garland spares Maira a brief glance. If Maira is wise, her gaze doesn't linger upon his; men have gone mad looking into the abyss locked in that iron form. But it's little more than a glance; it passes over her, like a man gazing at an ant and finding it not worth his time. She is a curiousity, as far as Garland has been able to tell, and little else; an interesting curiousity, granted, but one that was unlikely to affect the battle in any meaningful manner. "Children, Maleficent. They are children striking at a giant," Garland chides lightly, his voice calm and cold. "The problem with children, however, is that they do not need to understand something to make a mess of it. These children outside your barrier are slowly building up their power, ready to strike the moment it drops; do not lose sight of the battlefield in your anger at the soldiers." That's all Garland says, his dark voice going silent again as he keeps his eyes on those outside the barrier. If they stepped in to intervene, Garland would probably have to actually do something beyond just chiding Maleficent over her wastefulness. What a horrible thought, having to expend effort on these poor, desperate creatures to protect Maleficent. He had already had to weather the blow of a Keyblade from his erstwhile apprentice; did he have to repeat that experience again? "The Samsara Of Battle," Garland sighs aloud, looking up at the sky. He wondered if That Man was watching, even now...

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira can't lie to herself. Garland terrifies her. He is not the inspiration for nightmares, no, the nightmares draw their inspiration from him. He has terrorized two of the people she loves most in the world for as long as she has known them. When he turns to look to her briefly, she doesn't look away. A shiver rocks her, her mind trying to scramble away in retreat from what exists inside that armor. His gaze does not remain on her long. She means nothing to him. Only ever a tool to be used--but that would be everyone to Garland, wouldn't it? He was working with Maleficent, like the king and queen of terror. Her eyes have turned away to the battle behind the barrier. She will be ready when it does fall, her healing spells ready to rush over Avira, Mercade and Will the instant she can reach them. Without looking away from the battle, she asks Garland a question. "What does that mean? Samsara of Battle?"

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade cuts at the dragon, and it laughs. There's only so much that can be done against something so titanic. Even when you fight your hardest, there is only so much that pure belief will bring to the table. He's not had the Keyblade for long. He is no master. He is still new at this, untrained, unrefined. And then everything is fire. Mercade yells, feeling the fire burn him but not burn him as the flames roar out and consume the world around them. His body droops, his will faltering as he tries to block out the horror and the pain being visited upon him. He can barely move. Will calls out for them to fight, but what can he do against something so titanically evil? Mercade, nevertheless, raises the Spine and the Twilight Seeker, cleaving out repeatedly at the dragon with hands that grow more numb with every blow, attempting to shatter the protections around the dragon with explosions of light.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Avira is mending the other participants. Healers, man. HEALERS. "YOU STILL HAVE FAR TOO MUCH SPIRIT, GIRL." The Dragon breaks its rule of not harming the Dusk Princess. Right now, something needs doing. Green circles of light form under Will, Mercade, and Avira. Each booms upward in a green fire that tries to suck their spirit to feed to the dragon itself. The power of these is immense, a blast furnace which would try to swallow the heart. Outside the ring of power and heartless, the others are left with much cleanup to do, and could help keep bystanders safely out of the park. Because the park is rapidly becoming less safe. The presence of the Dire Dragon is like a weight on the world, weighing it down with mere presence to make ripples in the environment. The place is changing, becoming dark, becoming other. The dragon bunches down - and then lays on its haunches. Ulharisk yells over the flame and fight. The dragon is quite stationary. It lets out a flame-belching yawn and begins picking its teeth with its massive claws. "RIGHTS? FACED WITH ME, YOU FOOLS THINK OF RIGHTS? OH, BUT I CAN, AND SO I SHALL." The laughter is unpleasant, with an insane edge. Despite the beatings she has been taking, the dragon's form stays resplendent and terrible. The green flame rages on, a force of nature, funnelling its power back into her darkness - an amorphous dragon that can grow as it absorbs power from those around it. The dragon of the Fae's true nature, sitting in Central Park. "THIS WOULD BE SO MUCH SIMPLER IF YOU DID NOT FORCE MY HAND-" And Garland cuts in. Maleficent makes a deep rumbling noise, and turns her head toward Avira. "VERY WELL. WE WILL TARRY NO LONGER." A massive claw reaches for the girl, likely reeling in the wake of what just occurred, it poises to shortly try and swat the girl to the ground. Mercade cuts her flank at this moment, but the light doesn't cut through this creature. Unlike Garland, the dragon is a flesh and blood thing. Vulnerable to iron and light and magic, but not something that cowers from them rather than oppose them. The dragon nonetheless roars, swishing its tail to try and swat away the fly even as fire plumes up from under Mercade.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' "THINK BACK ON EVERY TAUNT, EVERY SLIGHT, EVERY INSULt. AND BURN."

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Alright, happy fun dark fairy had some claws when taunted. Alma's expression takes on a bland quality to it as she watches. And moves closer in a zig zag fashion to try and avoid the throng of leaping, thrashing heartless below. For one last all out assault.. And possibly healing. A lot of healing.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "...well I did have the spirit shard inside me.." Avira sucks in a breath, fearlessly facing down the enormous dragon, knowing full well that healing draws aggro like crazy from people/dragons/fairies such as Maleficent. But despite nearly a year of experience, fraught with fighting Heartless, fending off Garland, and facing down endless hordes of undead, Avira was /not/ prepared for this. Though she sees the magic flicker beneath her, she doesn't get out of the way quickly enough and the fire engulfs her. Maleficent can taste that pure energy, drawn, perhaps, from the world heart itself as Avira screams. With a herculean effort, her own heart seems to shut off the parasitic connection. The combined pain of that and the fire completely overwhelms her and she crumples to the ground. Maleficent won't get anything to swat at this point. It seems she's already down and not moving, save for the ground dissolving and wilting around her.

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' Garland looks back a Maira, briefly, considering her with...renewed interest. His yellow eyes flash, as though he was about to do something terrible, but nothing comes of it. He simply looks back at the battle. Then... "All of life is battle," Garland declares slowly, his voice as dispassionate as the iron of his armor, as cold as a voice can get; it chills the very bone, and the flames seem to die against his words, even the unnatural green fire appearing to quail beneath his apathy. "It is a cycle that all creatures must participate in, no matter what. To live is to kill; to live is to destroy. All living things struggle against the world to survive, from the smallest of germs to the strongest of creatures. To live is to be alone, for all eternity; to stand amidst the fields of blood and know that you survive by standing, unbetrayed, unbroken, against all odds. To live is to test yourself to the fullest." "When one has achieved the Samsara of Battle - when one has become able to fight without a thought, to live without a thought, to react without a thought - they are enlightened. They glimpse the true nature of this world - the endless cycle of combat that weaves its way through all living things." "That is the Samsara of Battle. The Truth of Life. The Cycle Of Destrucion. The ultimate purpose for all creatures - war. Violence. Death. Destruction. It is the only thing in all the worlds that still gives me pleasure."

:'''[[Ulharisk]] has posed:''' Ulharisk snarls at snaps his teeth at the larger dragon as she mocks him. With all right too. "By the power of Xur'shio and Mit'ir, I will see you DEAD!" He then breaths fire right at the barrier, which-- actually starts to break down. However he can't hold it long sadly, the young drake doesn't have that in him. He staggers back only to see the darkness growing around him and his eyes narrow sharply. When a few heartless get to close, he blasts flames into their direction lighting them up and and burning whatever grass may remain into simple ash, before he turns his attention back to the battle. The young blue drake pacing. Snarling in agitation. The memories of that day echoing in his mind. The Heartless pouring out. Yanking out the hearts of his people, making more heartless. Darkness consuming their world. His father being killed before his eyes by the magic armored foe by a spear of ice. His mother killed by the heartless. His best friend-- Then Maleficent comes to end the battle with a mighty dragon swipe and hell fire. "AVIRA!!!" He roars out as he then tries to race forward only to find heartless leaping right at him, which he slides right into. The very heartless jumping onto him like a dog pile of black. To only be knocked aside as he spreads out his wings and throws him off. Biting down on one of the heartless clawing onto his side drawing out blood, before he throws it aside into the dragon fire created by Maleficent within the barrier. His tail swings around to knock others aside. His violet eyes stare directly at the larger dragon moving to meet her gaze. Anger deep in his eyes. Anger, pain, a growing dire hatred. No words are spoken now, only his gaze, before he turns away and then leaps into the air and then goes to ram the barrier once more. His body though was bleeding. Some of his scales broken. He was in horrible shape, but he just kept trying.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' The power of The Fires of hell was more than they were ready for. Will's body explodes in fire and pain...he can feel the power of the dragon overwhelm them...this isn't a fight they can win, and it's destroying their city. They need more power...they need their friends which they are seperated from. Will know this, Mercade isn't ready for this fight...Avira is not either. Will looks down, and then slowly picks himself up from the ground. His body screams at him, his wounds burn at him, his eyes flare with pain. It is looking like the end, but he...he can not allow Mercade and Avira to go here...they were their hope, the hope of not just Manhattan, but maybe all of the worlds left. His eyes close, "Get her out. You guys go. I can hold them back for a few moments, enough time for you to escape and for them to leave." Then he turns towards...them. "That is a lie." he speaks to Garland. "There is more to life than fighting and conflict. I speak not from stupid hero syndrome. I have seen it, experienced it...hundreds of years I have lived, and I have seen great depravity and great heroism." "I will not allow you to extinguish that hope." And then...well... Will throws everything he has left...every ounce of power and strength into trying to shield his friends, and /seal/ the two horrors beyond human comprehension with the power of his will, his strength of heart...and Loki too. It is the one thing his power can do absolutely...he just hopes he can buy the time needed.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent exhales expansively - the dragon lowers its claw, and becomes once more the Dark Fairy in her outfit. The circle of flames Alma and Ulharisk were breaking against, standing near, vanishes. She looks down at the broken spirit, and senses the spell break - Avira's heart had rejected it. "You are no longer worth the time, girl." Maleficent holds up a small blue crystal, a few drops of blood hang suspended in it, captured during the flame. A smile of genuine scholarly curiosity washes over the Fairy's features. She begins to laugh, gently, and to herself. Dragon no more, though her clothes burn, Maleficent extends her arm toward Garland. The Shadow Corridor moves over a few feet, giving them a chance to leave by walking in a straight line, no need to walk diagonally. She turns, looking almost coquettishly over her should at the supercharged Alma, the crouching Ulharisk, the downed Avira, the raging Mercade, the scheming Will, Maira's flame-soaked form and Deidra's waiting helpfulness... and she winks. "Rest easily, you have defeated the evil witch."

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' And then a white force shield appears over Maleficent and Garland, created by the force of Will Sherman's ... will. "How thoughtful!"

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent is definitely still inclined to leave Avira behind. Sorry Avira :(

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira glances back toward Garland, telling herself to hold her gaze, to be brave. What horrors has she already faced? There is always something worse. Maybe there is something out there even worse than Garland. Why, oh why is that thought even remotely comforting? She listens though, taking in his response and thinking it through. She is quiet for a while, thinking it through. "I...can see why you would think that, but..." she replies, but leaves it at that. All else is forgotten when she hears Avira scream and sees her fall. Maira can't walk with a broken leg, but she can throw herself at the barrier by using air magic to launch herself like a flaming boulder from a catapult. "AVIRA!!!" she screams, trying with all her magical might and skill to make herself a blade of supernatural sharpness, focusing her light into a razor edge to try to puncture the barrier and let her through to get to Avira's side. To her surprise, she meets with no resistance as she blasts through, trying to soften her fall this time as she lands by Avira, though every small movement is agony. "..vira..." she breaths, reaching out toward her unconscious form, throwing forth the healing spells she'd had waiting and hoping, praying, that Avira lives. Once done, Maira's flames extinguish as she falls unconscious, no longer able to deal with the pain of her injuries. She lays naked in the ashes, wearing nothing but the amber necklace, her left leg a swollen, purple, bloody mess.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Good news. Avira is not dead and is not kidnapped! Clearly the world will rejoice. The bad news is in spite of Maira's healing, Avira's not getting back up. She still seems unconscious.

:'''[[Ulharisk]] has posed:''' Ulharisk watches as the barrier falls at last and the flames die down he is about to go rushing right at Maleficent or breath fire in Garland's face when-- -- a flying Maira passes by. He shakes his draconic head a few times as his ear fins expand out in surprise which matches his slightly open maw. He-- is speechless in this moment of what he considers a really bad move on Maira's part. Like they really needed to lose /two/ ladies tonight. Ulharisk can only carry one out of here, so he goes after the one that isn't near the psycho-dragon-lady-woman. Which means the young dragon leaps into the air, lands down next to Maira and gently with his clawed hands and goes to pick her up, his wings flapping a bit for balance as he hops backwards on his good leg. He would use his teeth, but uh-- skin and teeth would be bad. Also it is very likely by camera angle, those wing flaps and arms of the dragon being doing some massive censor moves to keep things from being seen. Can we have some clam-shells here?

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' Suddenly, Garland's monologue is interrupted. The Loki boy - the one with the fae sealed inside him - speaks of hope, and kindness, and heroism. Loki and the boy reach out to ensnare Garland and Maleficent with their strange powers - strange and alien powers from a strange and alien world. He reaches out to seal Garland and Maleficent, and Garland's body does exactly what Garland had trained it to do over ten thousand years of time - it reacts on pure instinct. Samsara of Battle. He Lives Without Thought. Garland reacts. The incarnation of battle drops into the unarmed stance automatically, reflexively; the massive Ironclad Nightmare reaches forth to meet the incoming threads with a roar of battle unlike any other. Though he cannot perceive the threads - though he cannot perceive the nature of the attack - though he cannot *conceive* of the nature of the attack - Garland trusts his instincts beyond anything else. And that trust is repaid a hundred fold, as the threads of the seal fall into his hands. Iron claws fold around the threads of fate, and with Loki and Will as a bridge, Garland does the impossible. Garland tugs. Chaos. The explosion is illogical on every conceivable level, as the Immovable Force meets an Untouchable Object, and paradox takes hold. Garland is a creature outside fate - he is a creature beyond the bounds of the cycle of gods and masters, a creature that should not ever interact with the fundamental underpinnings of the world reaching its fingers into just those very underpinnings. Physics cease to exist. Light changes colors illogically, a flashing, strobing rave. Leaves fall upwards; fire burns cold; sound goes silent, reversing itself. Gravity stumbles, and for a moment, things fall sideways, or upwards, or whichever way they choose. The rules of sanity, the laws of man, evaporate as the Incarnation of Chaos grasps the strings in a manner that cannot be, should not be, and never will be again. Unfortunately...that reaction is two-way. Time ceases to have meaning; for a brief moment, the threads of fate reach back, back, back, as far as they possibly can, to the closest point in history in which Garland was still subject to the whims of fate. Time corrupts; the park flashes as Garland rips his claws into the strands, and four great figures emerge from the chaos. Four names echo through the ages - the ties of mortality, the pieces of his fury emboldened with his very soul. LICH MARILITH KRAKEN TIAMAT And then comes the light. Four great lights, in the shape of human beings; they raise their weapons, cast their spells, and the four shadows of the monsters explode. And Garland screams. He screams in a way that he has never screamed before, as the world glimpses a tiny, tiny fragment of the history he has hidden so greatly; he screams in what is unmistakably fear and outrage and hatred and pain, true pain, echoing and fearful pain. At the same time, Will is given a glimpse of the true depths of the abyss. It is beyond comprehension. It is beyond sanity. It is anathema to all living things, a Darkness deeper than anything, a blinding, suffocating, crushing and brutal darkness that consumes all that falls into it. Garland hurls the strings aside, and sanity - and physics, and logic - forcefully reassert themselves. The light dies; the shadows disappear; Garland stumbles backwards and vanishes into the Corridor of Darkness, trusting that Maleficent will follow, blinded by ancient pain and memories that should never have come to surface. His hatred, as he disappears, is /palpable/. It is a physical force, a crushing gravity that disappears only once he is through the portal - a glimpse of the true strength, a tiny fraction of the power that Garland keeps so carefully in reserve. For a brief moment, Garland lost control. And he is angry beyond all belief.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent leaves in his wake, a thoughtful expression on her face. She had remained unruffled throughout the display. Her departure is quipless, laughless, without sound or visible change in expression. "See you at midnight." is all she announces. And the portal closes after.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' "No." The staff is moved around in concentric circles. Everywhere she touches, radiant yellow sigils form. And then in front of Maleficent, what looks like a tiny speck, a mote of light touches, and then expands rapidly. Into what looks like a white hot star. "Maleficent..." It continues to expand, little flares of energy playing off its surface, coruscating around it. "...Leave them alone. Stay out of our lives. Stay away from Riku..." It seems about to reach critical mass, "...as there's no..." The stars are about to reach critical mass, when Chaos occurs. All at once, words lose have no meaning to her anymore. Spells have no function, and so hers just ends, abruptly, before it can go off. Reality itself has no meaning. It was enough to drive a person insane. She screams, only to learn she has no voice. It was Chaos. True Chaos. Not something you can learn about in any textbooks. Not something that any bedtime stories her father taught her could prepare her for.. she falls to the ground with a thud, senseless once it's over. Her mind shut off, from being unable to cope with the sensory overload.. or lack of sensory overload, as the case might be, given the absolute paradox of the unreality that is Chaos.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will did it...the mirracle he was aiming for happened...somehow. At a terrible cost...his head pounds...beating against his very head. Physics become <NORP>ed up beyond belief...luckily the censors stay intact. Though they were replaced by Imortamet until the goose could go to theropy. Will doesn't even scream, it's more of a gibbering mad hobo tongue...he stares, his eyes going blank as he gets this...tries to understand this...it's beyond him. Loki immediately shuts down, returning to what is the seal...he's less effected by this, he's seem the worlds created. He's witnessed this before...he isn't a mortal. Will isn't, but he is still much too young... Will finally collapses, first to his knees, and then onto his face. Everything goes dark, he can't even percieve light for the moment, everything just...stops.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade fights. It's all he can do at this point. He flails at the back end of the dragon for several moments, and something becomes apparent that you don't really understand when you see it in a movie or a game: Dual wielding is /hard/. Mercade flails gracelessly at the dragon, who then promptly smashes him with her tail. There is a crunching noise as Mercade is sent flying backwards towards the flaming barrier. He impacts it, smacking against the burning hellfire as if it was solid before sliding down uselessly and crumples to the ground, only to be bathed in flames. Mercade screams, his voice cutting out as he hits the ground, insensate from pain... And then Chaos erupts. Mercade watches for a momentary eternity of horror and madness, unable to do anything. Eventually, the madness ends, and Mercade lies there, the Keyblade vanished and the Spine plunged into the ground next to him. He's slive. He might not wish he was when he comes to, but he's alive.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra has been trying to deal with what heartless might remain but it's too hard to get in. She says nothing there's no need to howl at them, her anger is more of the cold sort. She's had no love for the fair folk of /any/ sort. Okay that's a lie, it's mostly the one that did it to her but one like Maleficent proves the stories about humanity's and even gargoyle?s old fears of the third race. She can only watch in horror at what happens to Avira, the horrifying world view of Garland doesn't help matters either and she's clearly preparing something to at least trying to just recover from the strain when all is said and done. Then Garland snaps what did Will do? Will moves trying to get to Will and trying to protect her friend or otherwise help him.

Baron Mind

2013-10-11T17:30:23Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/10/06
|Location=Baron - Castle
|Synopsis=Maleficent and Garland go out for a little trip to Baron, and encounter a few hitches. It seems some people have issues with their brand of fun!
|Cast of Characters=Avira, Deelel, Angantyr Vespar, Maleficent, Garland, Chita
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:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' The walls of Baron are strong. Defended by dark swordsmen, engineer corps, backed up by white mages, and covered overhead by Dragoons. It is a military powerhouse led by a paranoid king who may in fact be stygian evil. RStygian Evil meanwhile stands outside on a rocky outcropping and gazes down at the place. The gates are not shut, and it IS an important location. Now and then, the engineers might consent to let some technomagical researchers in to see the crystal, but it is a rare thing. The area is nonetheless beautiful, and their airship designs have revolutionized this part of the world. Many people pass though on their way to somewhere else. The castle is theoretically open to those seeing the airships, or inspecting the crystal - and even people in the market might see what happens now. Stygian evil turns to its partner, stygian evil, and raises one pale green languid hand. A wave of that hand evokes clouds of purple smoke above the city. Green fire rains down, and aerial heartless with lances hit the ground before the first alarm bells sound. "Well, it would seem the festivities have begun." This is said to a patch of air just behind Maleficent, but it might be slightly less empty than similar patches of air.

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' The air behind Maleficent rips and tears. Space and time crack and break; the world screams in protest at the advancement, as if trying to stop the thing coming through that tear. Shadows gather in front of the portal, prostrating themselves before it as though paying obeisance; they disappear from natural structures, a most unnatural puddle of darkness emerging before the portal. Soon, an iron foot steps forth, utterly silent, utterly without mass; it lands upon the shadows, and they disperse back to their proper places. Another foot comes through; then the ironclad gauntlets, the terrible sweeping cape, and the wide horned helmet. It is the image of the Devil himself; his cape flows behind him as he walks forward to match Maleficents step, terrible yellow lights flashing within the shadows of his helmet. "So they have," the terrible voice declares; the first words, the first *sound*, the Ironclad Nightmare has made since arriving. That dark, cold, mocking voice echoes through the air, reverberating off nothing at all. Garland has arrived. The Ironclad Nightmare's monstrous blade forms from nearby shadows; they drip backwards, piece by piece forming into his palm as he shoulders the thing. He tilts his head downwards to look upon Baron, a sense of displeasure radiating from it. Garland had no qualms with Baron. But the Water Crystal was necessary for Maleficent's plans, and while Garland was no lackey... Well. The chaos that would come from this would be.../entertaining/...if nothing else. And it would be a good mask for his own plans. As if summoned by the arrival of not one, but two of their masters, heartless begin to arrive; pureblood heartless, without sigils, crawling out of the shadows to add to the havoc unbidden. "As they say.../ladies/ first."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' This is a terrible idea. That's all Avira can really think as she approaches Baron. On one hand, it had been a long time-almost a year, in fact!-since she had been troublesome to Baron. That is, not counting the Dwarf Woodlands incident but even then she had minimal contact with the Baron soldiers during that incident. Hell, they've all probably forgotten her name by now! And with Morrighan no longer working for them there was basically zero reason for them to care! "The things I do for science." Avira sighs, thumbing through the list of odds and ends that Arthur Drover sent her to collect for their various projects. Some of the stuff was pretty far out too...a white calf? Unicorn horns? Was getting a unicorn horn even legal? Or advisable? Isn't it bad juju to cut one off? Still, in light of everything, especially the goings-on with Seith, Avira does not travel by herself any longer. It's actually a little annoying to her since she's used to being able to come and go as needed. But as the situation grows more dire...well...at least her company is great today! She's just outside the walls of Baron, mentally considering how they'll all negotiate inside when something else quickly interrupts her thoughts. There is a giant cloud of evil looming over the city, raining heartless. Swiftly, Avira withdraws the Spine. "Well I think we won't have to worry about being let in now."

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' It was truly only chance that Chita was even within Baron at the moment. The Viera wasn't here on any official business, he wasn't here trying to stir up trouble or be a hero. He wasn't here for his Chocobo or researching things... He was here shopping. Shopping for something that, to his knowledge, Baron had a very good supply of and was a good producer of. Spears, and Lances. It wasn't exactly hidden secrets that Baron was home to a lot of Dragoons, and they prided themselves on their military might. Hence, Chita came as a simple traveler looking for weapons. Because he was, there was nothing deceptive about that in the least. Too many of his personal stock of lances had begun dwindling due to fighting too many powerful beings that were simply destroying them. Walking through the marketplace with a collection of three new spears he had purchased wrapped in a sheet and bound with rope as a sign he had no intent to use them in the city, the sudden appearance of purple smokey clouds caused confusion in the Viera. He stood still in the middle of the marketplace, looking straight up at the ordeal as likely many others were, only to see the Green fire begin raining down. "Oh come ON!" he grumbled out in annoyance before looking for something to duck safely under. The closest thing he wound was a stall in the marketplace that had a large awning, to where he jumped quickly to, but not before grabbing a nearby woman and her child without a word to do the same for them. The spears were left right where he was, on the ground, since his mind was elsewhere. "Stay safe." Then something else impacted the ground just as the alarms began sounding... Heartless. With Lances. Without the newly purchased weapons, the unarmored Viera slowly steps out from where he was in an attempt to distract the Heartless while giving himself enough time to get towards his weapons. And, hopefully, figure out exactly what was causing this. His attention was, after all, bobbing up and down here and there looking for some sign of the cause.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' A figure, larger than her by a good foot walks near Avira, "Indeed." The deep voice says... A pause, and his head seems to snap up, looking at something in the distance. "He's here." He says, grimly. "And another darkness. Almost as dark.." he mutters. The hand moves to throw off the cloak hiding his body and reveals the form of the giant mercinary, Angantyr Vespar. "It seems the time for subtly has passed...lets go straight to the violence...and figure out why they are here.." Directly. Why was Garland here? What did he have to gain by showing himself here...now?! It makes little sense from what he knows of the giant nightmare clad in armor and darkness... Baron by all rights should be an ally, he should be manipulating them...not directly attacking. It was brash, it was something he would do... Angantyr runs forward, he thinks about using a corridor, but eschews it until it is absolutely necissary...it is not that desperate yet, but he does pull forth another dangerous weapon. The Tyrant Breaker, a Keyblade forged with part light metal and wrapped with dark spikey metal tears through a pure heartless aiming to drive into the city as he rushes towards where his senses tell him. "I'm glad to have you at my back at least." he says towards Avira. "Lets hope that training goes to good use!"

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent smiles, and inclines her head somewhat at Garland's remark. A wave of her hand conjures a thing from Elsewhere. It fades into existence as if it had always been. Before the two of them - the edge of a gray and black hill. The hill has a distinctive curled shape, as if it were a tape or a roll, all rolled up. A pumpkin patch comes with it. She sets foot on the top of the furled-up hill, and it unfolds, to take them down from their perch and over the walls into the castle courtyard. The pumpkins all well up with light and give out a shriek as ghosts emerge from them. "How quaint." she averrs, as she leads her monstrous armored compatriot down the extended ramp formed from this peculiar place. The heartless are chasing citizens, causing them to barricade themselves inside. The unusually well trained forces of Baron's military might have been roused from their barracks and are fighting the mysterious enemies with magic and blades. Dark Knights seem to be having the hardest time, unable to make much dent with their dark magics and soul splitting technique. Garland and Maleficent may win a few hearts over to their side that way today. Her robes billow, black as night, as she spreads her arms. Magic roots through her, a simple enough spell: all light sources in the city snuff as one. No doubt Garland would feel his already massive influence moving closer and encroaching more direly on the unwary who find their candles simply will not light. Sunlight has been blotted from the city, but a wan purple light from above evokes a perpetual twilight. Those cowering are in the dark, those standing in the streets are before the hungry eyes of darkness. She can feel the thing. The Crystal in its special chamber is protected, and merely blowing her way in would be to tip her hand. It would also leave them vulnerable to messy complications. The screams of the rabble are as music to her, and she allows her eyes to close - the palpable aura of dread is music, the fear in the air is wine, the frolicing of the Heartless is a symbol that will play in the minds of all present for some time to come. Where her feet touch the ground, purple smoking footsteps are left behind. She is a physical creature, and she is here, but reality doesn't seem to like it much. "I believe this place will stand no significant challenge."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has to admit this may be a terrible idea, yet she's not about to let Avira go alone. She's not someone to let a friend walk into something like this alone. Avira's history with this place was ot good and she had to say her friend was bring brave or foolish going here. She followed along with Avira actually wearing traveling cloak. Well grid based one after all ti was less showy than her light suit or what she was wearing now in user space. "As things seem to be going to heck at this point. "Looks like we're going to have to ... protect Baron. Wait did I just say that?" That was one of the stranger things Deelel has said in a while. So she pulls the disc off her back and looks to her friend. "Time to get to work, we just can't leave the people here to suffer because their leaders are null units." The disc humms to life as she makes ready for a impending fight. "Well Avira lets get to work, shall we?"

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' "Highly unlikely," Garland agrees as Maleficent snuffs the light. His yellow eyes flash across the battlefield as they descend the ramp; the ancient warlord has no need to strike yet. Nothing has appeared that can challenge him; nothing has appeared that requires his direction attention. There is, in fact, nothing present here that /can/ challenge him; it's nothing more than Baron's military, wielders of darkness and destruction. Those few Dark Knights who attempt to raise bows and blades against him are utterly ignored, or dispatched with a wave of his hand in a most unpleasant way; as the shadows grow strong, so too does the Ironclad Tyrant. Soon, however, it becomes apparent that there *are* a slim few here who can challenge him. Garland radiates displeasure; he had expected this, of course, because heroes always congregate where there is evil, but the appearance of keyblades made him...unhappy. Still...time to test someting interesting. Garland holds up a clawed gauntlet, and from the pooling shadows, a knight rises - a black Knight, on a black horse. The shadowy champion. The Fallen Champion's horse stomps its foot as Garland lowers himself back down to the ground. "Shall we, then?" Garland takes Maleficent by the arm; he's practically mocking the assembled heroes, acting as though this is no different than a stroll in the park.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent walks to the wall of the castle closest to the throne room, from the east courtyard this would be the northwest corner. She lays one delicate hand upon the wall - sending pulses of dark power. These spiderweb across the floor inside, and anyone who sees them would be filled with terrible dread. Anyone who touches them might be feverish and have very odd dreams. They spiderweb right up to the wall of the hidden Crystal Chamber behind the throne room. But they slow as they come closer. It will take some considerable time. She stands in the open, trusting Garland to handle any threats. Her energies are focused on penetrating a barrier which runs off the crystal itself. This is not simple. But darkness reigns, fire rains, and true dark magic is alive in the world for the first time in a year.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' As things slowly got Darker, the eyes of the heartless, glowing a sickly yellow, slowly became more and more apparent. At least for those that could see well in the dark. Probably for more. Chita looked around and used the telltale signs of a heartless to slowly walk around them towards his weapons before diving to grab them and leaping high up onto the roof of the nearest structure. Probably wouldn't keep the heartless away, but it would give him enough time to unbind the weapons and pull them free. And more time to look around and try to figure out what the source of things were. Then something strange happened. What looked like a hill uncurled over the walls of Baron and slowly delivered someone walking atop. Two shapes traveling a cross it. "What sorcery?" Chita asked softly to no one, mumbling to himself more in confusion. The dreadful feeling coming from the two certainly didn't make it easy for the Viera to even consider stopping them. Yet, he did, unless blocked, attempt to leap hop his way until he could stand somewhat 'in front' of them at least as much as a single humanoid figure can stand in front of people walking their way leisurely into a city under seige.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira can feel it too. She's encountered Garland enough that she can recognize his particular overwhelming feeling of dread. "Of course he's still alive." That other overwhelming darkness, though...she couldn't put her finger on it. It was unfamiliar and that kind of /scared/ her. "Let's go! C'mon Deelel! That's exactly right, we can't just let these people suffer!" Avira's quickly taking off after Angantyr because like hell she'll allow herself to be separated from the dark knight in a sea of Heartless. "Hah, you know I won't let you down." The length of the Spine shimmers light blue as ice magic creeps along its length. In short order, she dispatches a purebreed Heartless that leaps at her, bisecting it horizontally with a blue flash of her blade. Then Garland casually strolls by without as much as an acknowledgement of her or even Angantyr's presence. There is a scary-looking woman on his arm. Horror strikes her as she realizes that this must be what happens when extremely evil people date. Kind of like how her and Mercade would hunt marks together (shut up it's definitely a date to Avira). "HEY!" Avira calls out, half-miffed and half-terrifed, "Both of you, stop right there!" Inverting her weapon, Avira places the sharpened spire against the ground. Immediately, giant ice crystals shoot up from the stone, growing tall, then spreading forward in a line. Very soon, it becomes a wall that threatens to curtain off the lackadasical stroll of the two stygian evils.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr runs, his eyes focused ahead as he spots something on the edge of his vision... Worse, he spotted the webs. The power of darkness is strong, but Angantyr's will over it is stronger...one did not become an apprentance of Garland with a weak will. He fights through it, Keyblade swinging to break through the web in his way... but the next obstacle would be less likely to move from a single blow.. The thing... "The heartless of the Prince of Cornelia.." he says, with a frown. "GARLAND!" he shouts,"When your minion is gone, you are next!" he declares, drawing the weapon forward...there was no way forward... it was a powerful heartless who was almost opposite of his specialty...even he may have trouble with it. Worse, he was blocking the way... So Angantyr takes the initive. He dives towards the heartless, attempting to break through it's defenses, while a trailing dark flame empowers his strikes, making each blow hurt and burn a little more.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks at Avira and does not have enough experience with Garland to know where the dread is coming from. Still she feels it and has to be somewhat concerned. Bravery is not a lack of fear, it's acting even while your afraid after all. "I'm coming, no we can not let's go." She notices Ang is already here and knee deep in heartless. "Hey Ang, this a private dance party or can anyone join?" She's already starting to throw her light disc into the some for the near by heartless and takes note of those who have come here. "So...your the ones behind this?" A creature born of strong order meeting a creature of pure chaos. This is not going to go well for her as her disc hums there and she also notices the prince. Oh this is bad news this is very much bad news

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' The ice crackles in front of Maleficent, breaking her contact with the wall. The sudden coldness was surprising, but not dangerous to her. A dark, smooth hand touches the wall again as Avira, Deelel, and Angantyr say their pieces. But, Maleficent pauses. The Fairy eyes Avira - inspecting the scar, the sword, the entire defiant posture. Her eyes rove over the Viera and the Program, but they return to the warrior girl. Anyone else can be ignored. If this means someone strikes out at her, they will be dealt with, but for some reason Avira has interrupted her stride. "Hello, my dear." The voice is honeyed, rich and melodious - and menacing in its sweetness. "Pleased to make your acquaintance." The smile on her face is palpable. She's had to part from Garland in order to make her inroads on the magical defenses, but now that is forgotten. "I should be very pleased if we could have a "heart to heart"." Heartless mill in courtyards, but they seem to be occupying the streets rather than chasing people into their homes. They are a suppression team, unimportant except to keep idiots out of her way. The Fairy paces closer to the warrior. There is no fear of the spine, nor of the line of jagged ice, in her gaze.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' A little over a year ago, Avira had learned ice magic with the assistance of Clan Dagda. Even she herself is a little impressed with her own ice wall-though she's probably the only person here impressed by this bit of magic. It does accomplish what she sent out to do-which is halt Maleficent's progress. Experience has taught her that a shouted 'HALT, EVILDOER' generally does not result in halting. Actions over words. Any pleasure she feels over her victory of stealing the fairy's attention is immediately lost when she starts speaking to Avira. That particular tone of voice and the cadence of her words made her skin crawl. The leather of her fingerless gloves creaks as her grip tightens a bit harder upon her weapon. "...who are you?" she asks cautiously, slowly moving into a position that would bar Maleficent's way to where she was walking. Her eyes dart to the sides, noting the Heartless that seem to be milling around and not actually hunting people down. Very unusual. She was already aware that Garland or (obviously) this woman could control the Heartless. So why were they making them do that? Avira stands her ground against the fairy, tapping the tip of the Spine against the stone streets. The ice springs up again, though this time rather than forming a wall, it aims to cage the malevolent being.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' And suddenly a fight began to break out. At least, in some manners. The robed woman was approaching someone nearby - wait, was that... Avira? Chita looked towards her in a confused moment as to why she was even here before deciding that the best thing to do was simply to ignore that for now and focus on dealing with the problem at hand. Which is why he walked up towards Avira and said, "I do not know who they are... but I will not let you fight them alone. I owe that much to Mercade as an apology." He began to glow faintly with light as it seemed to gather towards him and, when his hand reached out towards Avira to try and place it upon her shoulder - successful, it would transfer a bit of his own gathered power towards her in an attempt to 'buff' her a bit for the upcoming likely fight. "More importantly... you should not be here. Leave." His other hand, his right, raised with a single spear in it pointed towards Maleficent, watching her specifically. He was not attacking her yet. He was waiting for her to make a move first, giving her a chance.

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' Garland tilts his head up as Angantyr shouts. The Heartless creature rolls in between Angantyr and Garland; the blade slashes across the thing's body, leaving deep, scoring slashes along its form - slashes that actually *stick*, for once. The Heartless rears up and roars, furiously. "Child," Garland observes coldly, "Simply because you have earned yourself a keyblade does not mean you have learned enough to kill me." "Come and see if you can handle my Champion; perhaps then I will deign to face you." Garland waves his hand dismissively, as though releasing the reigns of the horse. The horse rears up, and comes smashing down, galloping towards Angantyr with nothing but hatred, trailing shadows in its wake.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' "My dear." Comes the voice, again clear and high. She is feeling gentle today. And besides, this girl has purpose. The ice lashes out, a cage for the tall fairy. It surrounds her like a diamond, while lances of power jab inward with sharp ice and damaging intentions. They do pierce her robe, which repairs itself in their wake. Then she speaks, and the voice does not seem to come from her - but from over Chita and Avira's shoulders. A magical whisper, barely there, but somehow clear enough. "I am... Maleficent." The declaration rocks the world. Some names have power in them - Garland's certainly does, and the Dark Fairy's has acquired it. As she makes that declaration, it seems like she is insisting to the world what she is. Her presence /wobbles/ in spacetime. Suddenly, the ice prison is gone - a melting shell that falls away. But the meltwater does not pool on the ground. It boils off in flashpaper gouts of hot white force. Her feet, which had been lifted off the ground by the icy stasis field, touch the ground. Purple lightning arcs from her, striking earth and conjuring green fire that licks a huge circle around the Viera, the former Dusk Princess, and the evil creature. She bats her eyelashes in a way which conveys "you are adorable" somehow. The energy under her feet pounds on the skin unpleasantly, as if it wants to get in. Insisting that she is who she says, her silhouette ripples and a dark portal appears above her head. A black bird emerges and perches on her upraised hand. "Ah, I wondered when you would be done your duties." she says to the bird, as if the two combatants were not there. After preening for a moment, the bird ruffles its feathers. Her cool eyes in that pale green brow fix on Avira, "So, you were the Heart of Light from Manhattan... You undid much of our hard work, you know!" The voice is gently scolding, neither unkind nor angry. The earlier ice prison and the spear in Chita's palm appear forgotten.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' The Knight moves, trying to run Angantyr down. The strike comes, and Angantyr counters with his own brand of fighting...excessive violence. The punch strikes out, aiming to break through the charge, even as he gets clipped by the horse in passing...Angantyr spins, feeling the numbness in his fist...this wasn't going to be easy, but he wasn't going to give up now, he thinks with a narrowed gaze... "Oh I don't know, you can't find out if you never try." He says, not arrogantly...he was secure in his strength, he knew the limits...he knew that he was not quite at them /yet/ but it wasn't the issue right now...not at all. The name was revealed...he knew it. The only person Garland heeded...the name of the witch that the Princess Aura told him of. He could not advance to help Avira without risking his back, but Deelel and the bunny with the spear was with her. He would have to trust them...so he focused his attention on Garland and the prince. "Besides, you're showing your arrogance Garland. Intentional, or not, it's a weakness..." Angantyr swings the blade down, aiming to catch the Prince in the wide arch, before coming up with a wider side swing, a dark trail aiming to consume what it strikes.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has fought this thing before, she knows how powerful this heartless is. She intends to do what she can to help Ang, but she's darn well going to take some preperation as Angantyr charges in at it. She issues the command which tune her systems up to be better suited for some combat. She's got faith in Avira being all right. She turns down Garland for a moment she feels concerned, thats a lie. Garland scares the hell out of her on a level she does not /understand/ why. Still she can't leave Ang alone, she's going to jump in, in just a moment.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Much to her surprise, Avira has a viera coming to her aid. Surprising since her track record with viera has not been so great in the past. What's even more shocking is when he makes a comment about 'making it up to Mercade.' There is only one viera that would have the need to do that. The scarred woman promptly double-takes, shocked to realize that her ally today was Evja-or rather, now Chita. She would say something to that but Maleficent interrupts them with an introduction that sends a chill down her spine. For a few seconds she actually expects to see someone behind her but there is nobody there. Her ice simply vanishes in a display of power that tells Avira her tormenter can generate some really, really high temperatures very quickly. Angantyr informs her of something over her linkpearl. Her eyes narrow, "And you're the one who had the World Heart of Manhattan destroyed. You caused /so many/ people grief!" In contrast, Avira sounds pretty angry. Reflecting this anger, Avira actually hurls herself at the fairy, the air behind her leaving a strange bit of silver ripple in her wake. Nevertheless, it's one of those stupid, hot-blooded lunges that usually never end well but to her credit, she follows up with two quick upward strokes afterwards.

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' The Fallen Champion brings up its shield; the shield takes the brunt of the blow, and there's a clash of darkness against darkness that rips through the field with 'unlight' as Garland watches impassively. "You mistake my confidence for arrogance, boy. They are similar, I will grant...but the subtle difference is extremely important." "Once again, I must teach you a lesson." Garland swings his hand forward, guiding the Champion; the Champion comes roaring forward, its blade held tight in two hands, flashing with the same darkness that Angantyr wields.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' The attempt at playing with their senses did work, enough that Chita paused what he was doing to look over his shoulder for some sign that Maleficent had actually appeared behind them and what was before them was actually just a clone or duplicate of some kind. An illusion, a double. It wasn't, however, as best he could tell. And then she goes on to show that she is, in fact, capable of using magic. Strange magic in that he didn't see any sort of visual cue of what was being used, no fire spell showing itself so much as the effects happening. Truly a dangerous thing. And then they seemed to be mostly trapped in an arena of green fire, the same green fire that was raining down earlier. "So you are the one responsible for this." Chita remarks on the rather obvious bit. He wasn't certain before, but now he was - this was the one responsible. Then Avira speaks, declares, sentences Maleficent into being responsible for Manhattan. Before Chita could say anything or respond, Avira had already launched herself towards the sorceress. "Damn it, be sensible, charging head-first into a mage will just get you burned down!" he calls towards her in a bit of a panic before leaping up high and attempting to slam down into the ground behind Maleficent as a distraction. Where it seems Avira was going for drawing some kind of pain from Maleficent, the violencewary Viera instead chose to try and use his weapon to sweep Mal's legs out from beneath her and hopefully pin her to the ground in some manner with the backend of his newly purchased weapon.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr swings to block...he only knows how to be aggressive, it works in his favor because not many can stand in his way, pure aggression breaks even the strongest shields...only a few can stand up to his brutal assault, like the master who trained him. "You say confidence, I say arrogance. But let me take a guess. You are here for the crystal, why else would you come to Baren to attack, they served as good pawns up till now, but you need the Crystal for some reason." he says, puzzling out this while he fights the Fallen Champion... "And you have grown bored of your Champion, and wish to gaze the strength of my keyblade mastery. Two birds one stone." Angantyr continues... "But revealing Maleficent here, directly allows me to puzzle out your plans, Garland. Or should I say, hers?" Angantyr's darkness bursts, drawling upon the abyssal power, infusing his very armor with it. Darkness overtakes his form, his armor shifts to cover his entire body. The armor itself is stuff of the abyss, while the eye slot only shines a crimson light. The keyblade shines in constrast with him, as he brings it to stare down the Rider. "You might be unkillable, but I wonder if she shares your unique make up?"

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Contrary to Chita's belief, Maleficent does not burn the charging girl down. Time seems to slow. Chita gets there BEFORE Avira, and Maleficent's legs are indeed badly rended by the strike. That lance is allowed to pull away clean though - indeed, Maleficent seems to shimmer and her legs are locked in place. Droplets of her golden essence fall to the ground by her. Chita goes ignored except a brief contemptuous grimace which returns to a smile. Meanwhile, in Avira's world... Avira describes an elegant arc, she soars through the air and ends up nose to nose with Maleficent. Ah, heroes. Maleficent is almost wistful. Her eyes go misty. The warrior intended two quick upward strikes. What she probably did not expect was for the sorceress to grab the /blade/ of Avira's weapon in both hands and drive it into the center of the robed figure's mass - with surprising physical strength for someone so thin. The Spine is in the Dark Fairy's chest - she fell forward onto it on purposeand used her own weight to anchor it there so deep that it ought to be severing /her/ spine. Pulling it out is next to impossible. It rests right where her cold, dark heart should be - but it does not come out the other side. Maleficent holds the blade, golden-hued ichor falling from between her fingers. She leans in, reeeeally close. She removes her hands from the Spine, but by then she has them on either side of Avira's head, entwining in her hair. "Interesting choice, my dear." Her breath is surprisingly sweet, her eyes boring into Avira's from very close. "Manhattan will fall again, by my hand, unless you are strong enough to slay me." Maleficent looks down "Oh, look, you have driven your blade into the evil sorceress!" Her voice drips sarcasm. "Very well, we will see how determined you are. I will not hurt you, my dear. Your blade is inside of me. Take hold of it, attempt to hack me to pieces. But for every second you have failed in your quest to destroy me, your "friends" will suffer. How strong is your resolve?" Her look is insane, she appears every bit the sweaty-browed madwoman, except for that little smile. That constant smile is all that can fill Avira's vision in this position, the handle of the Spine protruding from Maleficent's robes, there for the grabbing, there as an open target. True to her word, Maleficent does not target Avira. She spreads her hands wide, ichor dripping from around the blade buried in her, and a huge orb of flaming power forms in each of her palms. From there, each describes an elegant arc toward Chita, or Deelel. Anyone with any kind of magic sense just got the headache of the century. Each of those small packages could blow up a world - but instead they would rock the very heart and light of what they touched. A fire to consume all. A shield to block off any heart.Even if it struck Chita where he stood nearby, it would not cause any splash - it would cauterize its sizable wounds instantly if the Viera did not dodge. There is no telling what it will do to the program. "That's one, girl." Maleficent says, eyes locked on the ur-Princess.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Truly, Avira had been expecting a parry somewhere along the way. It's usually the first strike. Though as the Spine sinks deeply into the evil fairy, she begins to wonder if perhaps her speed had finally improved enough that was able to get the jump on her opponents. Then Maleficent grabs the blade and holds it there. Right away, Avira starts tugging backwards because Garland has taught her that bad things happen to weapons if overwhelming forces of evil put their hands on them. She pulls back but as the fairy commits her (surprisingly heavy) weight against it, she finds herself nearly falling backwards. Her feet go back to brace herself because falling to the ground is a terrible thing to do during a fight. Suddenly Maleficent is practically nose to nose with her, threading fingers into her hair. For a few seconds, she's too terrified to actually say anything. Her mouth opens as if she wants to but it is a few seconds more before she offers up, "It won't happen again. Not again. Not ever." She has not released her weapon, refusing to relinquish the Spine, even as it sticks into the fairy. Even if this means she's dragged along with her. In fact, she'll let this happen. At this close of a range, she is provided a golden opportunity. A golden opportunity few people in their lives would ever receive. Avira gladly seizes the opportunity to headbutt Maleficent in the face.

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' "Do you believe that your taunting bothers me, boy?" Garland inquires as Angantyr empowers himself. "Do you believe that your attempt to work at what little you know of my psychology will successfully enrage me?" "I am thoroughly disappointed in you, boy. You left far too early and have learned far too little." Garland draws his hand through the air, shadows trailing in his wake. "You assume far too much." Garland's eyes flare red as the Champion raises its blade once more. Wings burst from its back; horns explode from its helmet; the massive sword twists and turns as physics cease to exist for the monstrous Heartless, swinging its blade violently into Angantyr.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is breaking off from the fight with Garland's champion. Ang is right, he's got this. He's stronger than her and has a keyblade, he's well suited to fight a heartless. Avira and Chita need her help, and there she foes closing in to the fight. She hears Maleficent speak of making Manhattan fall again, that puts her world once more at risk. She doe snot scream in anger but she'd seeming far more focused than she was before. Deelel is the same sort of creature as LEXUS, not something born of the world of flesh and bone. She's born of another world unintentionally made my men with their science. The unknown children of humanity of one world, who have found a way into this world. Then comes the magic it's powerful, Deelel however is fast. She's learned from those stronger than her, more skilled than her. This shows as she's able to just get out of the way in time. That magic was more than on par with the heavy weapons used by CLU's Light Tanks and worse. That display of power would be more than enough to make Deelel wary, but this is the leader of the shadow lords. "Lexus once gave me a chance to run, save myself at the cost of my world. I told him to shove it and fought even knowing I couldn't win. I was alone then and I'm not alone here and nor is Avria!" Deelel moves shedding an illusions to being a creature of flesh, her movements are too precise, too calculated as she moves in. The thrown weapon is launched at the Dark Fairy, hit or miss she'd recover it and launch into close combat with her striking slashing with it trying to cause as much damage in a short period of time as she can. Avira's given her a heck of a distraction there.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' One thing Chita was innately aware of was when magic users were attempting to do something. Yet, Maleficent... he couldn't sense anything. At least, until hit was too late. He was no mage, no magic user, not even a bit - in fact, magic was his main, primary weakness. The ball of magic came towards Chita and he attempted to jump straight up to avoid it. Yet, it did something he didn't expect, it arced up as well and he wound up hitting it head on, mouth partially open. What followed was a scream of agony from the Viera as he instantly fell straight back to the ground, one hand grasping at his throat and another covering his face, curled up and rolling around in what can only be described as probably the most painful thing he had felt. Not only was the attack that powerful, yet with his weakness, it had caused the relatively powerful Vieran Judge to drop like a stone. From a distance, one wouldn't be able to see the full extent of what had happened to Chita, yet the sizzling form as well as the damaged clothing that looked like he got flash-seared leaves little to the imagination.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' She reels. The headbutt is forceful enough that Maleficent's perfect nose is bloodied and crooked. Can't have that! She's seeing stars and her eyes are embarassingly crossed. Only to quickly right herself. "I neglected to impart that the energy I use to stay up will be taken from them." The green fire of the ring moves inward, heading for Chita and the very dodgy Deelel. It would make a stop at them and attempt to siphon off some of their life force. Given some information Maleficent obtained from Hades, she is very keen to see how this effects Chita in particular. The flames would then return to Maleficent. When they reached her, these flames would flow up her, making her more hearty and hale, restoring her body and mind in the process. Once more, the Fairy falls with Avira. She doesn't need to be in any particular position or posture to work her will. Indeed, what she needed to do was already done. This is now about the darkness in the Princess' heart. Deelel interrupts the maneuver with a hasty lash of power. The green flames chase Deelel - perhaps they sense she has an affinity with light, and they want to show off. On the ground, where Chita lies twitching, the fire tries to roll over him and consume him whole. The Dark Fairy only smiles. "If you want me to suffer, take the blade in hand. I swear it I will see Manhattan burn. A...hahahahaha...hahahahahaHAHAHAH!" The city burns on. The heartless are milling nearby, watching this show, like moths to the flame.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Bluff all you want old man." Angantyr says, calm...he focuses his blade waiting for the thing to come...and as it does, his hand reaches out, manipulating the darkness at his feet aiming to cause it to lose it's balance, and he moved forward, not away but into it's arch...the blade clips his shoulder but he's suddenly /right there under it. "TYRANT..." he shouts as a LIGHT shines from the keyblade. Darkness and light suddenly unite and work together. He swings the blade one, aiming to break through it's defenses with the darkness. It burns, it /hurts/ and it drains away what it hits... And then he swings forwarda gain, "BREAKER!" he shouts, swinging the blade one more time. Light blasts off of it, aiming to try and obliterate the heartless. The light was blinding, a representation of what lies beneath the heart of the Dark Knight. It wasn't just his power, but the strength of his heart, the power he has gained from the people in his life... The force of the blow continues aiming to tear through the area, it is like a strong wind to any not in it's direct path.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' @emit As the viera screams, Avira's stomach twists. At the same time she had trouble recoinciling the fact that Chita's suffering was directly her fault. No, not really, it was Maleficent doing these things. "Lay off them-!" she grunts,continuing to yank the Spine backwards. "Don't be dumb! This isn't about making you suffer! This is about stopping you from making /them/ suffer!" The silvery sheen is back again and a fairy as ancient and terrible as Maleficent could easily identify this Light being mustered. In her case, it is a warning that must be heededbecause the light spreads along the lenght of both her arms and onto the Spine blade. Should it remain in Maleficent the sensation would be quite unpleasant. Fortunately for Maleficent, Avira's still trying to pull her weapon free so the undesireable contact may not last long. Still, there isn't much of a reprieve as Avira's suddenly upon her again, moving so quickly with a flurry of strikes as she dances around Maleficent. "Leave them!" The air behinds her blurs and the light intensifies just slightly. It's hardly the light expected out of a princess, "Leave this city!" Quite suddenly, she's behind Maleficent. "And leave Manhattan alone! Or you will /really/ be sorry! I'm warning you!" A howl follows and ice blows both past and through the fairy. Should she turn around at the right time, she'll find herself staring into the snarling visage of a lupine beast on the incoming small blizzard.

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' The Heartless implodes. The strike cracks it straight down the middle; it shatters into pieces, light bursting out of the cracks. A few moments later, a heart rises out of the thing; it spins around for a moment, then vanishes. Garland expresses nothing; the strong wind blows his cape about momentarily, but he doesn't move. "And now you have nothing, boy. You have overextended yourself once again, in a single burst, to kill nothing more than a disposable minion." Garland unslings the sword from his shoulders. "Were it my goal to slay you, I would end you at this moment." "Unfortunately, it is not. I have more important things to do than play with my erstwhile, rebelious apprentice. And your death earns me nothing." Garland advances slowly, the darkness spreading around him calmly... ...and passes him by completely, as though Angantyr weren't even there. Garland is also not heading for the crystal chamber. He's just...leaving?

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent does indeed see into the blizzard. She spots the dog just in time - and pats it on the head. The merest hint of frost brushes her clothes, then vanishes. So too, does the green circle of fire. "We must do this again, but a Lady cannot allow her escort to slip away.". And nothing more is said. About Manhattan, about harm to the friends. The heartless begin to skulk away as well. Her gait is calm, brushing away the injuries as another person might adjust clothes. Even her ichor burns away on the ground. No sign remains - except a few of Deelel's light cuts which were a bit too close to home - and she moves in step with Garland, taking his armor's massive arm lightly in her own. "A good show." is all she adds...

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Oh?" He says, with a grin, "I haven't done that /yet/." Angantyr says with a flash of power, "I have been training, if /some flashy technique/ is all that I had to defeat you and some /fancy/ weapon in hand, I wouldn't have even bothered showing up today! No /Garland/ I have learned /more/ than that!" He says, "But because you seem so contient on focusing on /my/ friends..." he turns, Maleficent was a threat to all worlds, to all life... Angantyr turns, a sudden BURST of wind, a /second wind/ if you will as he turns right towards the Mistress of all Evil, and dives in at her, Keyblade swinging right at her face...he would never expect Garland to Intervine...it was not in his nature to help others. Darkness bursts along the blade igniting like a fire aiming to burn her body out from the inside out! "Aurora sends her reguards, WITCH!"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' This is how things have gone, she hears Maleficents speech. How she seems to revel in the suffering of others. Part of it is clearly to prevoke them but there's a good grain of truth again Deelel has proevne to be fast, and she's learned. The lady who has time to banter like this has the power and confidence to so so. She's managed to do some damage the green flames are something she'll not be forgetting any time soon. Ang has contiuned his fight and Avira is not giving up. Deelel is cringing at Chita's suffering and she looks at the dark fairy. "Mend and defend as some say where I'm from. You'll have more than just her to worry about if you try anything again." She's also wise enough chase after Maleficent, but she wont' forget this and there are people they need to help. Then Ang mentions Aurora, a friend of Deelels and stares. "Your...the one she's hunting!"

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' The strike never reaches Maleficent. Garland's massive metal arm comes up - not his blade, but his arm. The keyblade snags on it, slashing down on it; light explodes out of the blade as it connects with one of the true forms of evil, recognizing the creature it strikes as one that it must purge from existence. And then the keyblade is engulfed in darkness. From the 'wound' pours shadow, shadow and darkness absolute, far greater and far stronger than any mere heartless. The shadow bleeds out like blood, spilling across the ground as it snuffs the keyblade's light, ensnares it, engulfs it; it cannot taint the keyblade, but it can overwhelm it. Garland's darkness is far, far greater than Angantyr had ever known. "No, boy." Garland declares coldly as something terrible burns to life in his hand, as brute force demands the attention of the magical forces of the area in a way that no mage in the world ever could. Garland's clawed gauntlet closes around the forming spell, crushing it into nothing. "You have learned only what I wanted you to learn. In the end, what you know is a drop in the ocean. Allow me to enlighten you." And then he intones the word, as he brings the light shining in his NUKE." And then, where there was darkness, there is light - absolute, painful, physical light and roaring sound and screaming force. The light pushes against the people in the courtyard; it scatters soldiers, burns Heartless out of existence, melts trees and rocks, and crumbles walls. When the light dies, there is Garland, the darkness, one arm on Maleficent's, walking away.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' There was a bit of surprise... The hell?! He defended her? He had a clear shot at her...but.. There was the red flash, Angantyr's eyes narrow...he knows this... The keyblade was surpressed, The darkness sticks to it, he feels the connection reduced...but he can bend the darkness he can...break through it. Garland does not give him the time, he draws on that power... Explosions tear through Angantyr, the magic tears through him, shattering his armor and causing massive burns and wounds from the sharpnel...Angantyr breaths heavily, his own darkness brought to barely protect him...he lost the armor, but gained his life. Angantyr knew a many good things... But he showed his back, however pressing the attack was...suicidal, the portal appearing before him went to a place he would not survive...if he were lucky. No, he knew caution, there would be a time and a place... Even if he was fighting with everything he could to steady the shaking in his hand. He would not show weakness here...he refused. When Garland leaves, when his eyes are no longer there, he drops to a knee...blood dripping onto the floor as he loses control of the keyblade, and it fades back into it's proper place. Surviving the Nuke took everything he had, and he had also threw his power forward to kill the heartless and attempt to kill Maleficent. There was simply nothing else to give.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Good news, at least her weapon was freed! Bad news...for all it was worth, that display of power did absolutely nothing to her opponent. At this point, Avira actually starts to feel very outclassed and that worries her. Nothing is said to specifically intimate that Maleficent will target Manhattan or anyone else. But the threat was there. She would chase...but she doesn't, instead looking immediately to Chita, then moving to the fallen viera. She's only peripherally aware of Angantyr rushing in to strike. It's when her back is turned and Garland speaks that she really registers what's happening and by then she's already bent over Chita, too late to stop Angantyr or help. She turns again, seeing the magic swallow up Angantyr and then leave barely standing. "Deelel.." Avira croaks. "Check him...Angantyr...Ang you're going to be okay, right?!"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel can only watch in stunned at Garlands pwoer, she's seen powerful magic before but Nuke? There's something about it, something horrifying as the spell fades? Garland is gone, arm and arm with Maleficent. She looks to Ang and Avira who are horribly messed up in one way or another. She nods once and goes to check on Chita to see if he's aive and she knows, she can be of some helps, Avira has Ang right?

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' The ring of fire that had moved to envelop the fallen in-pain Viera had engulfed him simply enough and moved on when Maleficent had called it back. What it had left was the downed Viera, still smoldering and smoking. They were alive by all means but in no clear way were they perfectly fine. Much like someone who had a gout of fire splash at them, all the finer tiny hairs along his face and forearms were gone, just barely there in tiny, blackened bits. Otherwise, the tips of his ears were still smoking a tiny bit, almost comically if not for the severity of what had happened. Chita was still conscious for whatever reason and coughing as if trying to clear something out of his lungs, which may simply be part of what had been damaged given the magic hit him head on and did quite a number to him physically, the wounds easily seen. He wasn't speaking, though, or making a sound, quite silent and easily seen to be in a good bit of pain. Lucky, truly, that it wasn't a true attempt at doing him in so much as just causing pain.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr slowly brings himself up again, fighting pain and anguish to do so. "Yes." he says, bluntly... "I'm alive." He says and stumbles...

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' This looked serious. Chita's injuries were far too great for someone of small healing skill like Avira. She had potions and remidies but nothing along the lines of magic that would take care of this. She will dispatch what she can though-a basic regen spell and one of her emergency potions poured down the viera's throat. After a few moments she struggles to haul the viera up and drag him to somewhere a bit more comfortable. Like an inn. The sudden spate of fighting on the radio seems to be the cherry on the sundae of this lousy experience.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel knows it's time to get moving, they need to gget the Viera out of here, like the Inn and get ahold of a healer of some sort this was going to be a long night and Deelel would take watch...

Beach Party

2013-09-28T18:15:33Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/09/26
|Location=Costa Del Sol
|Synopsis=Helena and a few people she knows head down to the beach for some time off. Much chatter and some hilarity ensues.
|Cast of Characters=Vespa, Myla Mason, Helena Celba, Alma Hyral, Thirza Ingersleben
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Welcome... To Costa Del Sol, the most wonderful beach destination in all of the World of Ruin. Here, even while heartless are a pain, many people come to rest, relax, and enjoy the sun and waves. Today, Helena is getting some sun...which is odd because she is never going to Tan, the mineral in her body has petually made her a albino, but she does not burn (easily) and enjoys to relaxing in the sun. She has a pair of glasses on her face, but she has let her hair down. It is long, very VERY long, enough to reach down passed her rear if not tied in braids. Her bathing suit is...black, clashing against her skin, and very tiny...the clashing drawing attention to her assets. Her chest is often the most talked about of all of the Academy kids, she has a nice shapely figure, and while her hips are nice...they are no Thirza or Annia. Right now, she seems to be lounging, allowing various people serve her drinks. "Ah, so nice to take a vacation..."

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' What's the first thing you think of when you think of Alma Hyral? Gratuitous bathing suit scenes at her expense of course! Alma Hyral says, "You're a terrible person Adam, and should feel bad." /Ahem/ fourth wall breaking and application of spackle aside, Alma is here on the beach, in a slightly modest crimson tankini, with her hair down and her glasses still present on her face. Her skin is pale, inordinantly so, but nowhere close to Helena's albino nature. If you look closely enough, it has a glossy sheen of it, which is the SPF: 20,000(This number was totally tested. Promise.) Sun Block lotion that she invented. She'd been travelling as of late, having not been in Archades for some time except for a disastrous Kyra montage cooking training sequence, and had come to Costa Del Sol to visit a friend, who wasn't present, so she decided to have a little bit of fun, on the beach, at the same time as Helena. What could /possibly/ go wrong with this? Right now she appears to just be walking, looking out vaguely to the horizon with an abstracted look, just letting the surf lap at her toes. But then she spots Helena, lounging, with drinks being served to her. She offers a lopsided smile at that, chuckling, and looking upward briefly. Was now the time to bring that up? She actually takes out a gil piece from the purse she's carrying, and flips it.. totally fumbling the catch. It lands in the surf, and with a chagrined look she looks down, trying to look at the result.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Where this is water, you'll find the children of the first flood. Such as Myla, who had found Helena's Mog Net status about where she was going. Given she'd been on okay terms she might drop in. The sound of the bells in her hair might be the first give away she's coming and the difference between her and Helena are noticeable. She's not flat, but Helena's got that on her what Myla does have? She's very sleek, also given the two piece swimsuit she's wearing? Her tattoos are visible on her upper arm the dark blue ink of her serpent coils are. She's got a small pouch attached to her arm, likely carrying the few odds ends she'd need on the beach. Her goggles are totally still there. She'd end up moving in by Helena sitting down with a grin on her face. "Hey Helena, good choice in vacation spot."

:'''[[Thirza Ingersleben]] has posed:''' Thirza has, somehow, been convinced to accompany Helena to the beach. What this has resulted in is more Thirza spending more time in the dressing room than any reasonable person should. She has to come out sometime, however, and so slowy peeks out of the door to the dressing room, then starts making her way over (quietly) toward Helena's spot on the beach. Thirza is clad in a odd green one piece that hangs a little loosely around her chest. It's impossible to tell, at present, how well it fits around the rest of her because Thirza has meticulously tied a beach towel around her waist so that it covers up almost her entire lower body. The towel has Moogles on it. The bathing suit, meanwhile, is Cactuar print. She adjusts her glasses slightly and tries to keep her head down until she can get situated. "Helena, I didn't know you were bringing other people?" Thirza says quietly.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "What you mean this isn't approitae attire Al?", Vespa says as she walks onto the beach into her maid outfit. "This is a fine outfit.", she say looking at her oversize axe muttering a b Vepsa stand out more so than normal at the beach mostly everyone is in skipy outfit and Vepsa outfit over her entire body! She heard there was a beach party here and was curious to see what it was all about she never been to beach party before she has worn bathing suits before but that was a long time ago..

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena takes a drink from a young admirer. She slides her glasses down just slightly and smiles at him, making just enough eye contact for him to blush. "Thank you." She says, huskily, and takes the drink and sits back. She looks towards Myla first, and waves, "Hi! And I know right? So many cute...things to see." She says, with a impish grin. She also spots Alma...but for the moment she seems to be positively responding to the young woman. Time mends all wounds, and in the end she ended up doing her work for her... "Alma. Didn't know you were back from your journey? Come here, sit down, enjoy the sun with me. I'm curious to where you've been neglecting your sister at!" She says, still impishly, there was no hostility in the tone. She finally spots Thirza, and whistles...but now it was a game to get that towel off. "Thirza...about time! Come on, we can't be inside on such a nice day. Let me get you a drink." And she looks towards another young suiter... "Could you..?" And he runs off. She could get used to this! And the young woman in the maid outfit with the axe gets her attention. "Oh my. That outfit won't do at all...what you need.." and she immediately activates her MOGglasses, which accesses her spellbook. "HONEY FLASH!" and she fires a beam towards the young maid. This may or maynot result in a not-rating breaking transformation scene, with a new MAID LIKE two piece bikini replacing her current attire.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Alma takes a look at the result, peering at it, then shakes her head while laughing light-heartedly. But then perhaps expectedly, perhaps unexpectedly, Helena makes the first move. Alma actually looks and sounds surprisingly cheerful, as she approaches. "Oh I'm still travelling, been sort of all over lately. I think I just want to see a little bit of /everything/ now. Explore everything, you know." She adjusts her glasses, moving to take a seat in the beach chair beside her. "Looking good by the way, but I don't think you need me to tell you that. You look like you've got a league of admirers doing just that. How've you been?" As for the final statement, she gives Helena a lopsided smile. "Eh, well, I came home to try and give her some cooking lessons right before the competition, but we all know how that went. And boy, was it wince-worthy. Souji recovered just fine I hope?" She mouthes the words, /Marlboro Icecream/ and chuckles. After settling down, she grins at Thirza. "Oh hey Thirza. It's been a while!" She was glad to see that there were no wardrobe malfunctions this time requiring Minette-intervention. Which is sort of like divine intervention, except comedically wrong. "Glad to see you're getting some time off." Myla gets a similar greeting. "Hey Myla, taking time off from the airship project?" And then, VESPA HONEY FLASH. Alma blinks, blinks again, then lowers her glasses, looking over the rims. "Well, that's interesting. Didn't know you could do that to other people." Light laughter, "Maybe Nik really does have something to fear when it comes to the bikini curse." Surprisingly, Alma orders a drink, though nothing more than wine, because hey, it's harder to get drunk on wine, right? Right. Poor Naive fool.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "What the <GOOSEHONK>!?! ...One anime style with implied nuidy later. Vesps now is wearing a two peice bikini. She looks a a bit annoyed by the sudden change in her outfit. "No wolf whistles Al!", she says glaring at her axe. She sighs giving into her outfit and heading to where everyone else is..

:'''[[Thirza Ingersleben]] has posed:''' "Hi Alma," Thirza says quietly. "Well, I don't really deserve any time off, there's just so much to do still. Helena isn't I come along though, and she's technically over me--" And then Vespa gets a wardrobe change. Thirza sinks in her seat on the beach. One almost wonders if she's going to try and bury under the sand in case Helena gets any ideas. But where would the fun be in that? "Oh, hi," she says, glancing over. "It's Myla, right?"

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason can't argue with Helena's comment on the cute thing to see, there were many nice views here on the beach both nature and other. She seemed to be in a good mood though form the looks of her. She looks over to Thriza and grins over at her. "Come on relax enjoy yourself what do you got to worry about? You'll look great." Myla parks herself and seem to make herself comfortable as suddenly watches the transformation of the maid into a beach mad outfit. That gets one blue eyebrow raised by Myla then she laughs a little bit. "Well I can't argue with that. Oh hey Alma good to see you here. How have you been I not heard much from you and yes. Yes I am, I been up to my rear in machines and gunk working n it." She nods to Thirza "That's right! Also hello Vespa, the new outfit looks good."

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa waves to Myla looking a bit embrassed, very diffrent from her usual calm demenor "H-hi Thanks..", she smiles and waves to everyone else putting her axe down. she sits down and orders a beer as well.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena immedaitely wolf whistles at Vespa. She hides not her fondness for both figures...not even a little bit. Helena engages Alma, and she nods once. "Ah yes...that...it was daring, I must say. The ice cream...I have to wonder where she got /that/ from...but it also managed to not kill them...though the person really I think was hurt from that..." she pauses, "Nah. I'll refrain from spoiling that. However, Mr. Murasame is most fine...I would say something along the lines of...what doesn't kill him only makes him stronger...and angier." She grins. "Ah...traveling. I did that. It ended in my recovery of something very important." She winks. It's notable, that right on her chest, right over where her heart would lie is a scar. As if something pierced her there. She looks to Myla, "Really, you work /too/ hard...if your nose is in those machines too much, you'll never get to enjoy the gazes of the other sex on you!" She winks towards the over worker, "Really.." Thirza gets special attention, her eyes almost hawk like when she considers the very...hippy woman. And we don't mean that as a nature lover...oh no. "Really Thirza...you have to stop being so..." she waves a hand, "Shy...you shouldn't hide what you have...show it off, trust me."

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Alma shrugs her shoulders, as one of the servers/suitors brings her back a glass of wine, she takes the time to look at it, swirling it around idly. "Maybe Haneisuru, he's pretty much the expert on Marlboros. I guess that comes about when you spend a few months inside one." She chuckles, "Yeah, that certainly sounds like Souji. And I think Kamon will be alright.. maybe. It's not every day that you actually ingest that deadly a poison." Alma grins sheepishly at Helena's last line, "Yeah, that's pretty perceptive. I'm hoping it works out the same way for me... the recovering something important thing." /Irony/. She takes a sip of the wine, downing it, and ignoring the unfamiliar feeling in her throat. Because yeah, she really still has no more experience with alcoholic beverages than she did the first day. "Anyhow, I have a proposal for you later, a research project I think you might be interested in..." A hint of a smile. "...it's just a little more private than what's meant for a beach party." Alma has a scar that's visible on her right shoulder, now that she's in the tankini, it looks like she made some token effort to cover it up, but there's a large scar which is entirely matte black. Alma arches an eyebrow at Helena's comment, "Oh I don't know, Helena. Myla is pretty cute, I'm rather certain she has more than a few eyes on her." She glances towards Myla, "But you really should get out more, yeah. Did you happen to bring Swimmer along today? Don't think I've ever met him." Another look towards Thirza, "What are you talking about Thirza? You're a hard worker. I'm sure you deserve a little time to yourself every now and then. Don't suppose you've met Haneisuru yet in person? The two of you might have a lot in common." A little bit of an impish smile at that. Then she looks over towards Vespa, "Huh, think we met once... while fighting that Ochu. Don't think we ever got introduced though. The name's Alma, nice to meet you."

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vepsa sighs at the wolf whislte. "Not you to!", she looks back to her Axe. "Please don't encourage Al..", she takes a long drink from her beer. "Ahh that nice on a day like today.." She looks over at Alma. "oh yes! I remeber now fights are not a good place for introductions. Nice to meet you then Alma, again."

:'''[[Thirza Ingersleben]] has posed:''' Thirza tugs at her towel when Helena gives her an look of appraisal. "No-no, I think I'm good," she says, tugging on her towel. "No one wants to see that, really, do they?" Thirza blushes, her pale, Shivan skin showing the red quite clearly. She has excess sunscreen on her nose and cheeks from where she didn't rub it in very well.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason likes the idea of ice cream is something she would like to have. She leans back fully sttled in now enjoying the sun, while she talk as she looks over at Helena for a moment she pauses as if hit, or prehaps the relaziation, yes she is having less time for that. "...You have a point no that I think about it, Helena. Thriza, you shouldn't be shy. Your only this age once, you should have fun humm?" She looks back to Alama for a moment and just gets a goofy grin at Alma's comments. "He's around here somewhere, I think he was chasing after a crab a while back, I left him to it." Meanwhile Swimmer states the crab down but something ... feels amiss the robo dog is afraid.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena sits back, smiling a bit at Alma... "Sure, why not...we can discuss it in private when I am off vacation." Of course actually working with her may not be what she does...but eh, we'll see what comes of it. Helena's capraciousness is legendary. She only smiles at Vespa, "But that's why we're here, to encourage them! Have some fun, relax. Why, afraid you might enjoy yourself...or is the fairer sex more your persuasian?" She says, with a small purr in her voice. She smiles impishly towards Thirza, "Of COURSE they do. It is very very nice." She keeps the impish tone up...though honestly, for this must skin here, there is a massive shortage of PC men.

:'''[[Thirza Ingersleben]] has posed:''' Thirza likes the thought of ice cream, but that requires walking by Helena potentially, and she's still not entirely sure she wouldn't lose her towel in the process. "Everyone keeps saying that, you know," Thirza says, "and it's so weird, like. No one ever said back at the Academy. Really no one noticed me in general, but..." Thirza tugs at her hair a bit. "I guess," she says to Myla. "But does that really mean I should show off more? I mean, I can understand trying to have fun..."

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Alma just sits back, relaxes. Tries not to let the wine go to her head. Though she already feels a little fuzzy, after just a few sips. Girl really can't handle her drink very well. She resolves to slow down, even more. She replies casually, "Sure, wouldn't want to interrupt your vacation anyhow." Her smile though seems akin to a catface, just a little too wide. A sidelong glance is given to Thirza, as she drawls out the first word, "Wellll I don't know. I think there'd be quite a few who would be very interested." She doesn't press any further than that though because, hey, she knows what it's like to be embarrassed. She gives Myla an amused look, "Chasing a crab? Huh, isn't that a little overkill, given the weaponry you put on him?" She actually makes something like a /pew pew/ noise, grinning. Another look at Vespa and... she gives her a puzzled look, "Huh, who's Al by the way? And sure, nice to meet you. You do swing a mean axe though, not sure how you can even lift it!"

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena looks towards Alma... Oh my. She grins...she is just going to let nature take it's course here, though she's actually uninterested in Alma, go figure? Towards Thirza she catfaces, she will totally grab that towel if you get within arm's length. "Hmm...I have a feeling something is about to happen.." She considers for a brief moment, She makes sure Alma, however, has constant drink...infact she makes sure EVERYONE has a drink. "Come on Myla, don't be embarrased." She winks at her over her sunglasses.

:'''[[Thirza Ingersleben]] has posed:''' Thirza runs her hand along her arm. "I guess," she admits. "Nik really seems interested, but I don't think he's really my type." Thirza turns down a drink, probably with good reason. She's already clumsy enough without an outside aid. She blinks at the catfacing, then turns toward Myla. "What is...um, Swimmer, anyway?"

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason is cearly relaxed now and she tilts her head for a moment at helena's comment and politely doesn't add to it. Hey it's someone's choice right? She's not going to go fatther than that, meanwhile she looks at Thriza and stares "Really no one ever did? Well if you got it you might as well while you got it. Yes, no the crabs tend to win actually." She grins a little bit. and then stretches out a little bit laying down now enjoying the sun. "Oh I'm not embrassed what makes you think that? Swimmer is my robot dog I built."

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Alma doesn't know what Helena is thinking right now, that's probably a good thing for the sake of keeping things less than awkward. Then again, when are things around her /not/ awkward? She nods Thirza's way casually, lounging, as she takes yet another sip of the wine, "Well Nik.. isn't the type for relationships. So I wouldn't think so. But what exactly is your type? I'm sure there's someone out there." Alma gives Myla an amused look, "Wow, that really is pretty doglike, I mean you give him literal /rockets/ and he's still afraid of crabs." She grins at her, before looking back Helena's way, "Nah, I don't think Myla's embarrassed about this sort of chat. I mean, look at how she grew up." Another sip of wine, idly swirling it. "Anyhow I'm thinking of coming home soon. Only so much training and exploration I can do abroad. Maybe I'll try and find a gummispace program to work on. So many possibilities."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "So were you once." Helena points out. She however, continues to make sure drinks are passed around. Oh the glorious things she could make happen... "Nik is only interested in women and what happens between them in men." She puts forward. "In the end, he is a man only after one thing...alas, too bad he has particular issue with me."

:'''[[Thirza Ingersleben]] has posed:''' Thirza nods. "Yeah, I've heard that several times too. That's part of why I'm kind of reluctant to do anything with him...no offense to Nik or anything." Thirza shuffles around to try and get more comfortable, tugging at her towel a bit. She gets up and reaches over for drink--not an alcoholic one, but a soda--and puts herself dangerously close to Helena in doing so. "Really?" she asks Myla. "I want to meet him sometime. --I'm glad he's not shooting rockets at the crabs, at least."

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Alma offers another lopsided smile at Helena while speaking with a rueful tone, "Sure, I'll cop to that. Things change though. People change. And when you've gone through some of the things I have, I'm able to look back and realize that I really was pretty ridiculous." Another sip of wine. "Experience is the best teacher I suppose." She takes another sip of wine, giving Thirza a sympathetic look, "Well yeah, Nik knows what he wants at least. Spells it out, so at least he's not one of the guys who tries to trick you into thinking they're something they're not. But if you're looking for a relationship, then he's not the one for you. I'm sure there are others though." A look Helena's way, "Probably has something to do with his feud with Souji. I dunno. He's not interested in me either, because he knows where I stand on relationships." She chuckles at Thirza, "Yeah, besides, there would be nothing left of the crab, and that's a waste. Maybe I can treat you all to a seafood dinner later tonight." She jams a thumb Helena's way, "After all, she introduced me to a place around here once. Don't think I ever got to try the food there."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Thirza provokes an attack of oppertunity. Her hand snaps faster than many eyes could catch. Her graceful fingers looking to slyly grab the towel and give it a good yank before pulling her hand back. Her eyes glint, a mischevious gleem in them. "Oh ho! That place! I remember...ah memories."

:'''[[Thirza Ingersleben]] has posed:''' Thirza blinks at Alma. "Really? That'd be great! I love seafood. I'm really looking forward to--" And then Helena's lightning quick towel snatch happens. Thirza doesn't immediately realize it as she's suddenly exposed. The lime green one piece fits her, decently enough, but it's rather snug around Thirza's ample posterior, showing off quite a bit more skin than Thirza would like by virtue of there just not being enough fabric to cover it all. She blinks as it slowly dawns on her what's happened. She then turns bright red. "Helena!" she protests, reaching around to cover her backside as best she can. "Give me back my towel! ...um, please?" She then remembers its Helena. She's not getting that back. "I...I'll be back right back," Thirza says, darting off to acquire a new towel. ...and possibly hide.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Alma lifts her glass a little higher as if it were a toast, to memories, mostly because she just missed what Helena did, until Thirza starts protesting, and Alma looks, and realizes what happened in a heartbeat. It's Helena, Thirza isn't getting it back. Alma isn't even going to try to protest on her behalf. She just tosses a key her way before she retreats. "Seloria always has a few spares." Once Thirza has retreated, she takes another sip of wine, shaking her head. "Memories. I think I have more of them for the past... six months, than I do for the past fifteen years. Odd how it works like that."

Not As Planned

2013-09-13T23:28:49Z

Jetfire99:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/09/12
|Location=Central Isles - Golmore Jungle
|Synopsis=It was intended to be a grand day, a day of learning, of testing out new advances with Gummi Blocks. It doesn't go that way as the Undead have other plans, life can be a real Lich sometimes.
|Cast of Characters=Mercade Alexander, Avira, Maira, Vespa, Hati, Minerva, Emi Dennou, Percival, Ariel, Arthur Drover
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:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Camp Pair Dadeni is home to a lot of people who enjoy "roughing it". The heroic and villainous populace of many worlds tend to enjoy a vacation from themselves, and here where knowledge and open secrets find root, it is not uncommon to see some questionable individuals mixing among the more upstanding folks. Arthur Drover is known for drawing ecclectic people, and Avira is a well-liked member of the mercenary group known as VALKYRI. The forgemaster has toiled alongside his prettier partner, and the results have been miraculous. What was first a set of sturdy walls has turned into a fireproofed palisade, with five or six trained archers replacing the earlier two dozen scuffle of local hired muscle. The archers have been drilled in repelling the regular undead attacks. A well-beaten road leads to the camp, and people have seen announcements on various bulletin boards - for example in Traverse Town - of the grand unveiling. Avira and Arthur are at the forefront of undead fighting and gummitech research - with both a necromancer and a state of the art gummi forge next to Arthur's more ordinary one. Other marvels abound. With the help of Maira, Avira, and Orienne, the smith had put together a heated bath system to replace the old silver-coated bags for hot water showers. Essential for hygeine, but even moreso to meet the demands for comfort. Posh scientists are a bit less likely to put up with discomfort than adventurers. The amenities are almost livable, and thanks to Mr. Farnsworth the eternal tureen of soup in the middle of the camp has yet to run dry. The only rule is not to ask what is in it. The exact middle of the camp, due to the older Smith's compulsive standards, holds the Void Point - a gate into gummi space suitable for launching and testing vessels, here away from bustle and intrusion except the welcome kind. The platform at the middle of the camp has been home to the slow construction of the Badb. The avian moniker is well deserved - it is a thing of beauty. Black as night, with curved talons concealing multiple Thundara-G cannons. The "beak" holds the cockpit, and the entire thing gives an impression of motion while standing still. This impression is doubly appropriate because while it is accessible through a set of steps, it is also on greased rails with blocks to hold it still. A series of safety levers, properly engaged, would allow it to slide free and launch it into the blackness of the Void. Below the stage, one of Arthur's experiments combined with Avira's sterling designs has given rise to Gummi Bumper Cars. Kids and adults alike cavort in the limited, gummi-lined space. It looks like a huge bouncy castle, and is mostly covered in a transparent film. Ships that try to stray out of bounds bounce back, and the "pew pew" of harmless lasers marks points as people try to outscore their friends. The ships inside are various simplistic designs with safety cushions in bright colors. There are sizable fees being collected per-try and these are being placed in one of Arthur's "special" lockboxes in bright purple. On the ship platform itself, the smith stands, waving to the assembled crowds. Everyone loves a show. He cups his hands presently. His voice is like brass, the hammer on the anvil, cutting through the din insistently in the woods. There are patrols out to drive off undead, but he finds his throat dry to see so many milling folks attending. It is exciting, and he's not one for public speaking. Which is why the contents of his message are: "Ladies, gentlemen! Children, and geezers like me, welcome to the realization of a wild dream. When we began, a short time ago, we didn't imagine we'd have such breakthroughs. We could not have done this alone. As we embark on this first stage of our research, I ask interested parties to inquire about supply runs into the Lanes Between, and the lucrative opportunities therein." A pause, lick of his lips, and then: "I now yield the stage to the real hero of the day, designer and artisan - Avira, come out." He gestures toward a nearby curtain to invite her onstage, and takes a simple silver flute from his belt. One blow of just the right note, and confetti rains onstage from balls overhead. Around the camp, weak fire gummis go off as torches, casting light across the place and focused via mirrors on the stage. The man steps back, removing his cloth cap to mop his bald spot. He is smiling. A young boy, sitting on his father's lap, waves at grandpa from the front row, and Mariel sits, a book on her lap, decanting potions in an aisle seat with a cauldron next to her. Neither Arthur nor his wife ever could leave work at home. But she waves and smiles absentmindedly, all the same.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel - in pants of course - is in the crowd down below the ship. She's quiet, but in great awe of the majestic construction. She's seen lots of ships - up close even, now! But never one quite like this.

:'''[[Hati]] has posed:''' Once, this might have been a perfect opportunity to cause havoc. All it would take is a few Heartless. Maybe just one or two and she wouldn't have to deal with... Hati growls under her breath as a little boy tugs on her tail. It is likely not the first time this has happened today, leaving the resident werewolf looking irritated. "Alright, that's enough." She pulls her tail away, crouching, "Hasn't your mother ever taught you that it's impolite to go tugging on other people?" To which the boy's eyes just get wide, a grin spreading over his face as he reaches for her ears and shouts: "Puppy!" Why is she here again? Oh yeah, guard duty. Just incase someone decides to try to kidnap Avira, or Maira... again. Luckily, she's saved by the boy's mother, who nervously tugs him away murmuring, "I think the puppy has had enough attention." To which Hati just folds her arms and grumbles, "I am not a puppy."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' If you have to ask where Maira is, you don't know Maira very well. Obviously, naturally, Maira is in a gummi bumper car and has been for quite some time. Hoots of wild laughter and shouts of girlish glee have been heard for hours among the "pew pew" of lasers and the sound of gummi car impacts. Indeed, it seems Maira would never tire of this, for she had easily been doing it for hours at the exclusion of just about everything else. Finally however, Arthur moves up and gets the attention of the camp, causing Maira to look up just before she slams into another gummi car, a cheshire grin widening. It was time then! With that, she jumps up out of her gummi car and scampers out of the enclosure to make her way over to the ship, ready to cheer her little lungs out when Avira takes the stage. "WOOO! AVIRAAAA! YAAAY! That's my best friend!" she says to whoever happens to be next to her, despite practically everyone knowing this fact already.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' So the Gargoyle had to admit it. Spaceflight made him giddy inside, in a way that he hadn't felt since he was a hatchling watching reports of the Yanks and their moon landings on the telly. He just wasn't going to show his enthusiasm, so openly. Even so, the culmination of Avira's joint project with Arthur Drover still made him feel happy for VALKYRI's leader. And it's okay Hati! He has everything on the Maira kidnapping front under control. You may feel free to allow little boys to play with the puppy. The Gargoyle catfaced at her in a way that made him certain that she'd be siccing more Shadow Wolves on him for his training in such rapid succession that his head would spin. He stood a little ways behind Maira, with his arms crossed and his wings cloaked around his shoulders, just grinning at the situation. Wait to go Avira!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' 'Prettier' being relative, of course. Though based on personal experience, Avira has discovered that there are men out there who definitely do not mind scarring on a woman. Over a month of blood, sweat, and tears were amounting to this. In that time, their 'staff' and their costs had ballooned like crazy. She had been trying to do the accounting over this venture and the numbers were making her a little nervous-but the payoff for this research would be invaluable. That gummi ship from her dreams would sail again! But today there would be a far smaller craft being experimented with. Nevertheless, the Badb cut an impressive figure that Avira was especially proud of-its shape and colors were things that she had a personal hand in. Even for what was supposed to be a prototype it looked great. Though the Badb was impressive, Avira was fearing that the Bumper Gummis would be stealing the show here-part of her didn't mind. Those would help recover lost revenues. When Arthur calls out for her, Avira makes her appearance and-oh Faram. She dressed up. Rumors had been going around about this but tonight it is clear to see that it is no rumor. Avira has come in form-fitting spandex. RED form-fitting spandex from head to toe with a hip-hugging red spandex skirt on top of it. Across her breasts is the shape of a black bird with its wings spread, perhaps reminiscent of the prototype gummi ship next to her. There's a helmet in one of her hands not unlike that of a racer or motorcycle helm. Before she even begins talking, she gently places a foot against one of the wings of the ship and strikes a well-practiced pose. Grinning like a lunatic, she turns to face those gathered, "Hello everyone and welcome! Thank you for that generous introduction, Arthur, but I cannot claim to be the real hero of the day here! Everyone in this camp has worked hard to secure this area, fight the zombie menace, build this facility, gather our resources, and construct this ship! The Badb is the child of Heart's Desire and VALKYRI alike and today's maiden flight will be in honor of us all!" She doesn't wait for an applause or anything-she starts applauding on her own; applauding those who gave their time and energy to make this moment a reality. Applause to follow from the crowd or not, Avira continues, "A Shadow Lord recently warned me that we should FEAR these spaces in between! We should not venture into these parts unknown because heartless and danger awaited us! Well I say to hell with that! With this step, we more capable of fighting this menace that threatens all worlds! With this step, we will be able to bridge the gaps between and no longer shudder as we step through the mercurial dark corridors that dot these lands." She lifts her helmet high into the air over her head and unleashes her deepest, most hot-blooded yell she can manage, "ONWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!!!!!!" Still grinning like a lunatic, she puts the helmet over her head and climbs into the gummi ship.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' The VALKARI maid Vepsa is in among the crowd of people, she stands out being in a maid outfit and that gaint axe she carries. She just walking around the camp she get a few double takes as she walks thought a few people point at her she just ingores them as she muches on an apple. She spots Maira being her usual exubrant self. Vespa has to wonder where she got the gummi bumper car thought. "No. You can't have one Al. How the heck would you drive it?" She hms looking up on the stage as Avira walks on to it. She stabs the apple onto her axe, then cheering and clapping. "WHOO! GO Avira!"

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva has been here with the rest of VALKYRI for the most part since this whole affair started, she's remained here save for the times she wen to pick up supplies in Traverse town or perhaps Manhattan depending on what was needed. There was no shortage of fighting, or work here. Given the nature of this job and she's been more than getting her fill of combat even if most of her foes had been the mindless undead. Minerva additions to the cam was simple she made sure there was am ample supply of beer, ale and just about any sort of common drink one could be able to find. She's done a pretty good job of keeping things supplied. Though as for the experiments others were preforming that had left her somewhat mystified about just what they were up to. he only hoped this worked whatever it was. She's there dressed as she often is while Arthur is giving his intro speech and here comes Avira the Monk smiling and seems to be pretty happy. As the group had put a heck of a lot of work into this. So hopefully nothing would go wrong, if something does there are enough here to guard against such happening at least she hopes so. She was not sure what to think about space flight honestly herself i was just a bit beyond her. She coped well enough however, she didn't think about the hard technical things. "Tch respect the power of what lurks in the darkness between the stars. Yes. Fear it? That only gives it more power over us."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi Dennou has come to support Avira whom she adores. You'd adore someone too if they saved you from a holographic death laser and maybe cyber zombies? But of course it's more than JUST that--but that is probably the big start of when 'adoration for Avira' became a key aspect of her feelings regarding her. She applauds politely. The other Dennous, whom are farther back, do so as well. They are very good at clapping, in fact, and do so in perfect synchronization. They also do it /right on cue/--but it was a good time to start clapping anyway. Emi Dennou hopes Avira doesn't explode, though, because it would make her sad. She's sure that probably maybe won't happen though. She hopes.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur joins in the thunderous applause when Avira speaks. But he adds two punctuating claps above his head. This signal calls both of his Apprentices forward. While their uniforms are similar to his, they are white with silver trim rather than blue with gold. The men are smiling and officious like their Master, but they move with the efficiency of the closely watched. And indeed he would grade any sloppiness later with a ruthless hand. Still, his was a prestigious indenture, and they were glad to have it. They set to work giving the ship a final check and buff. When they are done, Arthur looks it over, giving them the grudging side-eye of a man who is disappointed he can't find anything wrong with their performance. They move to the levers, ready to pull at his signal. Arthur enters the ship with a nimbleness that denies his slightly-overweight-shopkeep angle, but he's too excited to keep the mask up just now. He stands on the edge of the cockpit, and once more that stentorian bellow rings out: "We're doing final checks, everyone! Now let me explain. This ship is stocked with gummis in the hold. You can't see it, but most of this ship is storage space. The cockpit is small enough we can fit a lot of gummis in. We plan to have cargo runs, a real gummi shipping line. And that's why we're testing it with Gummis, because if we make a mistake we can just scoop them up from The Void again and try again." A pause, as an apprentice with a black outfit, and copper trim, brings him a glass of champagne. Indeed, drinks are being distributed throughout the audience to the adults. The gummi bumper cars have been stopped - it was probably hard to pry some kids out, but there are a lot of insistent men preparing to move the gummi space aside. All focus is on the stage, though Arthur is privately thankful for the revenues on this shindig. Anyone vending potions or food also paid Arthur a sizable surcharge, and maybe his partner will be happy when he presents it to her later. Arthur's wife has stopped her work long enough to lock eyes and blow a kiss, but her hands are still grinding something with mortar and pestle. "We are going to enter void space, then do a loop and come back in. You'll see there is an exit ramp behind the stage, for us to land on. But we have cushions around it just in case. Once I leave, my lads will knock down the stage, and set up a safety zone. These ships stop on a dime once they're out of Void Space, so you'll all be quite safe." Arthur slowly removes his spectacles, folds them up, and puts them in his breast pocket next to the cleaning cloth. "Wish us luck, and we'll see you shortly!" He climbs into the cockpit, and slams it shut. The men outside wait for the signal, and after a moment, Arthur blows his flute in a standard bosun's call. The levers are pulled, the Badb begins a speedy but majestic slide toward the slight pucker in the air that is the void point reacting to an approaching mass of gummies. Seamlessly, the ship vanishes into darkness, without a sound or fanfare except perhaps applause.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel half-thinks someone is going to kick her out of this, so she doesn't interrupt proceedings. She does try to get a glass of champagne even though she isn't technically an adult. It just looks so bubbly! Can't she have some? She is sure if she makes big enough eyes at someone that this will work out just fine.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa watches as the ship rises into space "There they go. I'm sure it will be fine.."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira whistles when Avira appears in her new outfit, wondering if those will be standard for VALKYRI now? They are pretty spiffy, but Maira isn't sure sure about the whole skintight nature of it...well, suppose it covers more than the Game Central Station outfit. Maira keeps cheering, bouncing up and down excitedly in the crowd. "Woo! Avira! Arthur! YAAAY!" applause applause etc. "Ou! Bubbly!" she exclaims, snatching some champagne as it passes as well. She holds her glass up toward Ariel and smiles widely. "Cheers! Vespa! Here, have some bubbly stuff its delicious," she suggests. She had to stop bouncing, less the champagne spill. Few more gulps, champagne is gone, and bouncing is resumed! "This is going to be so awesome...exploring gummi space! Sure there will be things to fight, but aren't there everywhere these days?" she asks her nearby friends, her eyes fixed on the ship as it zooms off into gummi space. She's a bit nervous, but she's dealing with it.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "Careful Maira or you going to start digging a hole in the ground.", Vespa says smiling a bit. She take the glass of champane from Maira taking a sip, someone around her has to keep a cool head, just in case.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' The Gargoyle doesn't partake in the champagne, well because.. reasons. He does stop to look at Avira's Gummiship outfit, wondering if it bore any similarities to the suits he'd seen on the Grid. He watches the rest of Arthur's explanation with an impassive look, despite keeping his enthusiasm /just/ beneath the surface as he states why they're doing some of their checks. When Vespa calls Maira into attention, he leans over to her, murmuring. "She already digs ruts around in the common room floor." Before stating to Maira with a grin, "Well at least if we're going to have to fight space Heartless, we'll be properly outfitted. Now we'll all just need proper callsigns."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel gleefully drinks the happy sparkling liquid. How nice! She is also amused by the very pretty glass it's in.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira grins as Arthur climbs into the ship, though that can't exactly be seen since the helmet is a little on the opaque side. The vizor of it looks black on the outside but Avira can see through it from within. She seems to realize that Arthur likely can't see her grinning so she gives him a thumbs up instead. "Alright. Dusk Wolf, Badb, launching!" she says with an extreme amount of cheerfulness. The ship disappears into the darkness of the void point. Time passes....

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira glances to Vespa, blushes slightly, and laughs. "Sorry! I'm just really excited! And champagne is delicious!" she explains. Somehow, someone has handed her another one. It is all part of a world wide conspiracy to turn Maira into a lush. Maira looks up to Perci and grins widely, smacking him lightly in the arm. "What's that suppose to mean!?" she asks. No, really. What the heck does that even mean.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' There is a yell in the distance, and a low crash as a familiar detective arrives back in the camp. Mercade approaches the festive, celebratory atmosphere as he looks over the events, and grimaces as he sees the ship vanish into Gummispace. "Whoops." He says to himself. He looks at the others here, partying and celebrating the successful work done here. "Hi guys! Guess I, uh..." Mercade scratches the back of his head embarassingly. "I guess I missed it."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' After about three or so minutes of silence, a rumbling boom can be heard somewhere in the distance. The void point emits a buzzing sound and the edges begin to spark with electricity. This is the only warning everyone gets before flaming gummi blocks explode out of the void point. It starts with singular loose and colorful pieces-perhaps those that were contained within the cargo holds of the Badb? After that come bigger pieces and large black chunks, some of which still have other gummi blocks attached to it. They hit the ground like bouncy falling stars, knocking over those unfortunate enough to get in their way. The material is fortunately pliable enough that it won't cause anything more than a concussion to get hit with. However, bouncing off a large piece into something much harder could prove to be a definite hazard. Avira is flung through amongst the gummi blocks, still attached to the pilot's seat by her seatbelt, her helmet shattered and her outfit burned and torn.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur spirals out after her. His outfit is a torn and burnt mess. A gasp flies up from the crowd. The Synthesist's body is uncharacteristically limp. His spectacles are on his face, rather than in his pocket, and they are intact. His mouth is wide in a soundless scream. He describes an elegant arc in the air, gloves tattered and cloth cap missing. He is heading for the ground, without the benefit of a safety seat like Avira has. There is a second gasp, and a sudden whooshing sound. Something is moving with quicksilver speed. The thin, tall form of the Forgemaster doesn't hit the ground. Instead, strong slender arms scoop him up in a diving, rolling catch. Arthur's wife moves with a dancer's grace, rescuing the falling "damsel" and laying him across her lap. The dancer left her cauldron behind, arriving with canny speed to sit cross legged and shout in a voice, not shrill but deep instead: "MEDIC." The voice shakes the stage, as flaming gummis rain and the two intrepid pilots sit amidst the wreck. A small golden phial has already been extracted from Mariel's blouse and poured down the smith's throat - Elixir. Whoever rushes forward to help Avira would be instructed to give her one drop from the same phial, and nothing more. And then the groans begin as the dead, perhaps wakened by the sizzling power, rush the walls.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' A champagne glass goes flying through the air, half drunk, as the void point explodes with gummi blocks. In instinct Maira's magic leaps into existance, a greenish-white circle of flame springing up around those assembled to help protect them from the barrage of gummi blocks like a force-field. When Maira sees Avira come flying from the portal, she screams and begins dashing forward. "AVIRA!" she cries, the crowd clearly for her as she nudges her way through toward her best friend with a healing spell sparkling in the aura of magic that has sprung up around her form. She drops beside Avira and lets her cure spell wash over her friend, looking to Mariel with a nod as she takes the vial and administers a drop to Avira's tongue. That really ought to do the trick! Then, the groans rise, the undead battle cry fairly uninspiring as far as battle cries go, but still mighty annoying and worrisome. Obviously, the maiden voyage had gone terribly wrong! They hadn't called it unsinkable or something, had they?! "Oh <GOOSEHONK>!"

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' ...Oh, not good! Ariel is just about to take Sip Number Two when a flying gummi block starts heading straight for her! She panics, ducks, and hits the ground, sadly shattering the pretty cup in the process. She still has her head down when other, worse things start happening. She looks up to see that trouble has really begun. She starts to run in to provide some support, despite being afraid.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva does join in clapping for a moment and she just wonders about this trip. She's not so sure about t but well she needs to get over what she saw. That huge ass heartless. That would be one thing as everyone is climbing in at this point. She watches getting ready for the launch. She seems pretty pleased and she's cheering now hopefully this should go off without a hitch. Right? What could go wrong they got a good security detail. There should be no trouble if someone pulls something right?

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Percival mock winces as Maira smacks him on the arm. Rubbing his arm in an exaggerated manner he begins to explain with a sheepish look, "Well it means..." Then flaming explosions of gummi blocks out of the Void point and /MEDIC!/ Saved by the explosions. Wait, Explosions!? Percival hurries after Maira into the explosions. Luckily she's mostly immune to fire so he doesn't have to worry about her safety as well. Then comes the telltale signs of Undead and... well, the Gargoyle does the only thing he really can in this situation. He draws his sword and steels himself for what is likely to be quite the horde.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa smiles. "It's okay. You can keep bouncing Maira. I don't mind. One of us has to be excited.", she chuckles a bit at Pervical and Maira verbal sparring. Then the gummi ship EXPLDOES. "OH <GOOOSHONK!>", and the gummi block start falling down. Vepsa pulls out her axe and start hacking away at the larger gummi blocks that start raining down. "STAND BEHIND ME FOR PROTECTION!", she shouts out to the panicing crowd. There a strew laden amout of profantiy coming out her mouth now.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' And then everything goes to hell. Gummi Blocks go flying in all directions, and one of them narrowly misses Mercade's head as he jukes out of the way. "WHOA!" Mercade blinks as he sees the Void Point disgorge Avira and Arthur. "Oh hell!" Mercade says, seeing Avira hit the ground, wounded. He charges forward, kneeling next to her as he notes Arthur is being tended to and Maira is handling the medicine for Avira. "Damn it... This isn't how it was supposed to go." Mercade grates. And then the Undead come. Mercade turns, his eyes flashing. The helpless feeling of watching Avira lie there, wounded, gives way to an outlet. This is something he understands. This is something he can do. There is a flash as Mercade summons up his Keyblade, and begins stalking towards the incoming undead. "Keep her safe, Maira. I believe in you." Mercade says, his voice tight.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' The pilot's chair, mercifully, comes to a stop on the ground facing upwards with the pilot still rigidly. Avira's helmet can be removed easily from her head. Once it's off, she's obviously...well, alive, but staring forward blankly in shock at what just happened. In her hands are the remnants of the steering wheel, fingers still clutching around its horn-like sides. Judging by the look on her face she might not even realize just how much pain she's in yet. She might never have to with Maira quickly rushing in to administer her healing spell and follow-up drop of elixir. Both at least do their job and heal her physically. Mentally, though, she still seems to be procssing everything that's happened in the last few minutes. The undead suddenly swarming hasn't even registered. "Guh." she vocalizes eloquently.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Oh, Emi thinks distantly, she should have listened to her initial instinct. Avira is now exploded. She is gone forever. She hits the deck, but what's the point, she thinks, if only she had told Avira not to go do this thing because she thought she might explode, this wouldn't have happened. A tear threatens to well up in her eye when suddenly-- --oh Avira IS okay? Right. Emi rubs at her eye briefly and coughs to herslf before she manages to stand herself up. Sure, she might be in agony, and yes this is probably a huge dissapointment but all Emi feels is relief. She approaches Avira (the other Dennous focus on the zombies). "Avira..." She says. "I'm sorry it didn't work ... but this one is glad you're okay."

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' The dead are coming from all quarters, and will give Mercade and Percival no shortage of bladework practice. They are the usual slow shambling fare, but they are in force. The jungle is an open place, and the archers on the walls are using the cleared sight lines to run some off. But as always, a few rise from the earth. Avira is surrounded by people who are giving her friends time to work. Maira is a qualified medic, and an apt defender, so they see to the smith and anyone else who has been lacerated or burnt in the explosion - very few people due to the safety cordons. The dead are being "led" by a few floating wizard-like entities. Liches. Arthur's kids are helping him up, but his wife insists he not be moved, except to move closer to Avira. He's fluttering into consciousness, but even elixir can't fully heal someone. Avira has greater vitality than he. His voice is a raspy guttural sound: "Flute." he manages through cracked and bloodied lips. It is sitting somewhere nearby, and a boy scuttles to grab it from the mud, cleaning it judiciously before resting it on the injured man's chest. His breathing is deep, and his wife is checking his cuts to apply antiseptic. Cleanup crews are efficiently at work - but this is an embarassment. Not a shattering one, he realized what was happening even as it went up. And it would be very embarassing when he told people later. One of the crases by the east wall has been pushed down, but the dead are having trouble getting through the gap. The front gates are shut, and people are being ferried to safety zones under cover, far from the walls on consecrated ground. "Avira." His voice is a rasp. A Lich levitates overhead, hurling a few lazy fireballs down toward the crash site with a malicious grin somehow manifesting on its skeletal face. There is a horde outside, slowly pouring around the camp like water around a stone.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel wonders if there is any way to... um, make them better. She runs to see how Arthur is doing. "...What's the flute for? Is there anything -- here." She reaches into a pocket and gives him a potion.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira looks up to Mercade, nodding. "Of course I will!" she replies, shooing him off then to go fight zombies! Hop to it boys! Maira looks back to Avira, having pulled off her helmet and examined her for signs of concussion, she winces a little. "You may be a little concussed..." she says softly, glancing to Arthur, who looks even worse. She'll let his wife care for him however, unless he needs magical healing. Maira looks up then to see the undead hoard being lead by floating skeletal wizards--liches! She's totally read the Monster Manual. Her eyes widen as she takes in a breath. This is /bad/. Fortified as they are, she is wondering if perhaps they should retreat! Somehow...No, there's no where to go, is there? Maira exhales sharply and steels herself, reaching out with her magic sense to strengthen the magic protection she has laid around the camp, the energy of Holy surging up to burn at least some of the undead as they try to pass. "Ugh...I could try to pour all my energy into the ward and try to zap as many as I can....but then I'll be useless and the ward will come down," she says, hoping someone has some strategy to offer.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade was /really/ hoping for a nice, easy time. "You know..." Mercade says offhandedly as he begins to smash into the undead with holy power. "I was really looking forward to this. There was going to be food, and drink, and talking to interesting people. And then they get to come back and be all like 'MAN THAT SPACE TRIP WAS AWESOME' and 'IT SURE WOULD HAVE SUCKED TO GET EXPLODED OUT THERE', and they could have been all like 'IT WAS JUST LIKE STAR WARS'." He turn s towards the lich that's floating over the wall and menacing the camp. The Twilight Seeker keyblade is leveled towards it, and a lash of holy power sweeps out like a lasso, catching on the undead. "BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He yells, pulling on it like a fishing rod and hauling the undead mage down close, where upon he lunges forward and delivers a vertical cleave. "YOU GUYS HAD TO SHOW UP. Did you get invitations? Huh?" The Detective seems a little frustrated.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur smiles kindly. His wife looks up with an indulgent smile, but she's seeing to the gash in his leg now - uncomfortably close to an artery even with Secret Elixir in his system. The potion sits untouched next to the flute. Drover asks Ariel, making eye contact: "Know music?" He nods toward the flute, then winces and regrets the nod. "Important. Play." Each word is an effort, his throat is parched and blood is on his lips, but he seems in no danger of unconsciousness. The Lich feels surprise for one of the first times in a long long unlife. It intends to fly higher and hurl a lazy blob of poison at Mercade. Except its arms are bound to its sides. Then it is getting lower. The last thing that goes through its mind is Twilight Seeker. And through its spleen, or what used to be a spleen and is now a raisin. The two sides of the Lich fall to the ground in a mess, waiting to be disposed of later. One down. A few more float around, making a mess, but at least the crash area is a bit safer. Undead swarm toward Mercade, perhaps drawn by the release of energy when he bisected the beast, they are not powerful but plentiful - they grasp with yellowed nails and greying hands.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "From bad to <GOOSEHONKING> worse!", vespa says seeing the horde of undead coming it. She spots the floating ones. Not sure what they are but they look important. She looks at the undead slowly walking towads them "You all picked a really bad time to show up.. Cause I'm really not in the mood for this.", she get this massive grin on her face. "I have some anger I have to let out.. You all are going to help me? Isn't that nice? RIGHT? RIGHT!!?! RIGHHHTTTTTTTTTTTT?", Vespa just charages into the horde of undaed swing her axe around in massive arcs bodie parts go flying everywhere as she works her way forward thought the undead horre clearing a path.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Percival looks at the Horde of Undead with the floating liches at the head, then speaks to his companions. "You know, you all have too many anger issues. We should really just all calm d..." The Gargoyle's lip twitches. "Nope, couldn't say it with a straight face. Go to town guys!" He growls, his eyes glowing a ghastly, hollow white color before barreling into a large column of the Undead himself, and while the effect isn't quite as impressive as Vespa... well he gets the job done.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' The undead have returned, she is not shocked at all. She's not shocked at all about this, they really need to get this ground blessed where the heck has Faruja been. Seriously where the heck has he been? Too late for such thoughts now in her mind as she finds herself knee deep in dead or is about to be such. Arthur s alive at least. Things are going to hell in a hand basket though with Arthur and Avira basically taken care of at this point. She's slams her fists together at this point as she looks to see just what else happened, aside from the explosion. She really was a perhaps a second too late. This is a hell of a mess at this point. "That is what I planned to do so sir knight!" She calls out to Percival, she's now moving in they do have to keep the undead under control.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Concussion is definitely the order of the day for Avira. She seems to be having difficulty focusing on Maria in front of her with anything other than a vacant stare. But gradually, those symptoms seem to fade away due to being hit with healing magic and a drop of elixir. What remains, though, still seems to be shock. Quite understandably, Avira looks pretty put out. As if the fire in her heart was suddenly snuffed! One of her hands releases the broken steering wheel and both arms flop down to the ground, the object clattering out of her fingers. She doesn't seem to want to get up right now. Those here will have to defend the camp without her! "Alive." she barks back to Arthur for his benefit. A weak smile is given to Emi. "Thanks." she offers for the comfort, letting her head loll to the side to look at Maira. "Do it. Then fight without magic." is all Avira offers.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel DOES know music, and rather well. She takes the flut into her hand, and looks down at it... Then she puts it to her lips. It takes a moment for her to get used to the instrument blowing air through it, but she's done the same underwater. She picks into a bit of a march. She hopes that it will help. Cheerful music CAN help.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Percival shoulder checks a bunch of zombies, who are unsteady to begin with. His burly strength manages to push them down a nearby embankment and they fall in a tumbling mess that won't rise on its own. But then a larger one, a zombie ogre by the look of it, comes to match brawn to brawn with the warrior. Minerva notices that the wreckage didn't burn long - infact, the gummis are remarkably unharmed. It takes a lot to truly destroy them. With nothing for fuel, the flames are dying. Mina is closest to the recuperating pilots and in prime position to ward off the zombie wave encroaching on Maira's defensive field, as if drawn by magic. Arthur, Avira, and their attendants make a hell of a tableau. A fireball bounces off Maira's defensive shield, but Mercade has killed its source as the flames find nothing to consume and die off too. Vespa is bathed in foul ichor which stains the ground and paints the tent walls. She moves through the dead like a hot knife through butter. Something comes skittering from under a wall - a spider-like creature with hands on the ends of its legs instead of feet. Humanlike hands. It comes grasping and screaming. Its teeth are knives and its eyes are nonexistent. A Creep from the depths below. It hungers. Ariel begins to play. The cheerful marching music has a few seconds to lilt into the air. The tune of this flute carries remarkably far, the whisperweed in the reed reacting with things that Avira and Arthur had set up the first week they moved in. The sound echoes through the hills. The zombies even begin shambling in tune to it, it is quite cute. Outside the camp, in zones marked out with purple sand, the ground begins to turn into roiling magma. Then the explosions happen. Faint pops at first, as smelting catalysts sing in time with their companion geodes. All of this happens outside of the camp, but they have confronted this problem often enough As Ariel picks out notes, especially high notes, the "danger" areas outside the walls turn to molten slag. They would make some quite pretty glass and decent charcoal later. The flames are contained, precise, and enough to burn the weaker straggling zombies to cinders as the princess picks her tune. "Smoother, girl." Arthur intones - the voice a raspy hell, indicating she should vary the tune, but his smile is back and he is practically falling asleep with his head on his exasperated wife-savior's lap. To Avira, only "I know why. Talk later."

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!, is all that is heard as Vespa makes work of the undead. Behind her there just a trail of body parts behind her bodies cut in two vertailly and hozitannly toros missing all there alot of it it just a mess of paste and goo... COMEONEONCOMON!! Is this all you got??"] Best not to get near Vespa right now.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel gets the zombies moving in a cheerful way. That surprises her so much that for a second she misses a note, and the flute squeaks. An explosion follows this up. Arthur gives her a new instruction... and she blinks a few times at him, batting blue eyes, then squints at the flute. She tries again. This is slower, an almost-mournful dirge. She has gotten the hang of this air-flute rather quickly.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' The Other Dennous have been fighting in the BACKGROUND. Actually sometimes sthe animation budget may have mistaken the number of Dennous present, and there was a SECOND Derpyhooves too which was the worst. ut now that Emi is confident that AVira is 'okayish', Emi turns her attention to zombies. She raises her hands to attack--!!! But then she notices the zombies are dancing. She lowers her hands afterwards. Unfortunately, Emi can't bring herself to fight zombies that are dancing. Sure their skin is falling off and they hunger for brains, but they're so adorable!!!!!

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' The Lich is cloven in half, and the Detective wrinkles his nose at the evil remains. "Looks like you had to..." He tips his hat. "Split." He turns away, and then looks to the oncoming undead horde. He took care of the closest, but now they have to deal with the closest Mercade grins as Percival tries to makes a good joke. "See, that's why I like him." He says as he grapples a zombie and launches it into an approaching group. "I like his sense of humor." They begin to get interrupted as the music begins to play. Huh. Mercade draws back, observing for a moment. Well, if they're going to move in time to the music, this makes them predictable. And in a fight, predictable means dead. Mercade continues hacking away, unleashing blasts of white power into the undead horde. "Whoever's making that music, keep it up! It's helping!" Mercade calls. "Also, if there's anyone near those floating evil mages, take them out! They're the leaders!" The only thing worse than undead hordes are /organized/ undead hordes.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira frowns deeply at Avira. She knows physically she is alright, but she can practically feel her disappointment and heartbreak radiating. She had worked /so/ hard on that ship! What had gone wrong? Maira leans forward and hugs her best friend tightly, reaching up to smooth her hair soothingly. "It's okay Avira. We'll build another. Everything will be alright! I won't let your dream go out just like that," she assures her warmly. The young mage with the red-gold hair nods then, hearing Avira's advice about the ward. "Alright...I'll do what I can," she says. Fighting without magic might not be much of an option. She might just knock herself unconscious with this, but hopefully it would work--even the odds some to take the pressure off the main defenders. Maira lets go of Avira and steps a good fifty feet away. If she's going to do this, she wants to make sure none of her friends get hurt accidentally. She listens to the flute music for a few moments, knowing what it must be doing to those still outside the walls. Maira will concentrate closer in, but first, a warning. She yells, both in person and over her ma belle to make sure everyone hears; "Step back from the walls when I say so! I'm going to blast them!" she says, the amber depths of her eyes beginning to glow with the magic she holds. Then Maira becomes a small sun standing in the middle of the camp, her form blurred by the bright white flame that engulfs her. It is a furnace of purging flame, raw Holy. Maira taps into the ward she made around the camp, envisioning the link between it and herself, then opens the flood gate to let her energy pour down the link. "Get back, NOW!" she cries, gives them a few moments to get out of the way, then lets the ward ignite. The walls around the camp erupt with holy energy, white motes of light that glow like miniature stars slam into the darkness that is the undead, burning to ash.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' The Gargoyle takes a stout blow against the back of his head, knocking him to his knees. He rises unsteadily, surveying his newest challenger. Zombie Ogres? Do Zombie Ogres have layers? Well he's about to find out. Taking up the Guardian Blade that he learned about from Atlantis, he carves it in an arc which careens out a wave of pressure, trailing streamers of blue energy. This is only meant to knock his foe off balance, before he closes in, and attempts an upward slice against it's arm to check on the layer thing. His Orichalcum blade gets wedged against one of the bones, as he kicks back a taloned foot in an attempt to pry it out. And then /THRILLER/ the flute edition happens, and Percival is given pause, as he looks back at the lady who is totally not a mermaid princess. Even in the midst of the grand melee he's forced to give her a one talon up. Which promptly gets him thwacked on the back of the skull by the Ogre using his other good arm. This causes him to be dazed once again, before there's a moment of sheepishness, and a roar as he charges forward again to try and finish the job.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' VesWho is next?"", she cuts down another undead. How about you?], the another ansi(+red,You?)], then another. ansi(+red,You? It's not enough! I need more! MORE MORE!!")], she keeps on swinging her axe cutting thought the undead, working her way toward one of the liches.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Ariel's tune becomes different, and a crate of Cure gummis labelled in purple begins to resonate. Their healing energies lash out, mending fighters and killing zombies in blasts of apprentice level magic. At an approximate cost of 10,000 gil. They so need to fetch more supplies. The group is running out of gummis now, and that won't do. But consciousness slowly leaves the smith. Only to bring a sharp pinch to his cheek as he is scolded to prevent passing out. That would be bad, if the artisan has a concussion too. In keeping with some dark and fell Disney Princess Magic, some of the zombies are dancing in a circle around the nonviolent form of Emi, frolicing merrily. This isn't anything Arthur's flute can do, Ariel is just literally magic. The Ogre however becomes more dangerous rather than less. It begins to weep uncontrollably at the funeral dirge somehow. Its arms fly out toward Percival in a haymaker. A Lich hears Mercade. It hears him directing the camp fighters to go after the Liches. "Oh, nice, very nice, hey, Jerry, get over here." The second Lich joins the first, hovering some distance above Mercade. "So you assume that just because we are Liches, we are the leaders?" The voice is like a sepulchre. An irritated, shrill sepulchre. "I bet you think that zombie gnomes run all the banks, hmm? What about Jim over there?" He gestures to the crying Ogre, which has ripped off its own left arm and is trying to beat Percival with it. "For all you know he could be upper management. Is it because we can fly? Pigeons can fly too but they aren't VPs in charge of horde poop flinging. That's Bernice in the Third Ziggurat, I swear the ignorance of some oh, right, fighting- ICE BLAST." And then the two let loose with a pair of giant ice shards that somehow conspire to be contemptuous as well as pointy. Vespa is standing in the middle of a small lake, which is washing outward. But at that precise second Maira lets fly. The holy energy /cleans the corrupted blood off the ground/. It dissolves the remainder of the dancing undead not re-killed by the other coordinated attacks - but the Liches have Turn Resistance +8, and the Ogre used to be a chaplain (yet another layer in his personality), so they are unaffected and still quite pissed.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel does have Disney Princess magic, which can sometimes cause song and dance numbers to spout for no particular reason. She therefore isn't too surprised anymore by any of this, but she keeps playing as it... seems to be helping somewhat? Her song comes closer to something like a lullaby. The healing energies must be helping... She would speak out, but flute playing definitely precludes this.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' The Dennous end up caught up in the impromptu dance number, some even going hand in hand with zombies and liches (or whatever). La la la! La la la! Looks like the Hivemind has been Disneyfiltrated! Thsi could be trouble! "Hush little zombie, don't say a word~, Mama's gonna buy you a final girl~" Umi sings.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva hands burst into holy flames as she leaps into the air somersaulting as she foes before she comes in for a landing in hopefully a larger pack of the undead. She'll leave the more important ones to the people stronger than her. She can handle cleaning up the fodder. She strikes brutally rapidly never once letting the flames about her fists fade "You shall be returned to your graves!" Minerva drops downs sweep kicking as her leg is covered with a aura of holy fire much like her fists have been all fight so far.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' VesThat's hurts.."She just throws her axe at the lich, it making contact and cutting it in half! NEXT.}", she makes her way to her axe, puching thought a undead head on her way to it.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' One of Avira's arms reaches up to give Maira a limp one-armed hug before the fire mage takes off. Hearing Arthur says he knows what went wrong was some reassurance but it couldn't dig her out of the mental morass she's fallen into at the moment. With Maira departed and everyone fighting the undead all around them, Avira slowly moves to unbuckle the safety belt currently holding her to the seat. The straps come undone and the small woman squirms her way out of it, forcing her sore self to move. Just as she rolls off the seat, a fireball touches down against it and spreads a small ring of flames. Made of gummi blocks, the material burns for only a few seconds before the fire goes out. There is slight charring but no melting. Realization dawns upon her, "...hey, the liches are talking. I've never heard them talk before. Well..." she thinks back to the Horned King attack in Traverse Town, "...okay maybe I have."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira continues pouring energy into the ward, hoping undead will keep mindlessly throwing themselves at it like bugs diving into a flame for as long as she can. Which is for about another minute. That is a great deal of energy to channel, and Maira cannot hold it long. Finally, she is forced to let it go. The light of the ward fails, as does the aura around Maira, guttering like a flame deprived of oxygen. Maira flops backward, passing out on the ground weakly, completely spent. Hopefully, it was worth it, because the magical ward is gone now.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur waves to Ariel, indicating she can probably stop. The Liches hover in the air, he points and says: "Someone capture." Then he's out of strength, arms fall by his side. He'll explain the stupid mistake to Avira in morning, for now he needs to focus on recuperation. It is going to take him a lot longer to heal.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel lowers the flute... She looks tired. She takes a big breath to stabilize her air intake (in a small way it's still weird to need air all the time rather than water sometimes). She frowns... "I hope he's going to be okay. Is everyone... doing all right?"

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Jim attempts to beat the Gargoyle to death with his left arm while sobbing. The Gargoyle actually lowers his sword briefly, just avoiding him with bodywork. "So your name is Jim? Upper management?" The Gargoyle makes a shhh, shhh type of motion, before stating, "Look, I know all about the pressures of leading an unholy horde of abominations. You can't let the stress get to you. And..." He curves an upward slice of pressure wave with azure streamers in an attempt to cut him in half, staring at the liches. "....No seriously, the troll is strong with you but this guy was barely middle management material." And then he falls back to the base because Maira's just passed out from mage exhaustion.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' One of the floating liches looks to the other, "He thinks we're leading this? Hah, don't be silly, we're not the-" Before this particular Lich can continue, Vespa's axe cleaves it in half and the pieces slap wetly to the ground into puddles of spreading rot. "...well that was disconcerting..." the remaining lich says and immediately turns tail to float straight upwards, mindful of the holy fire barrier that Maira has created around the camp. Maybe it could flee that way! The undead Ogre doesn't really have that luxury. But that undead ogre is also busily trying to beat Percival to death with its own arm so Jim at least gets badass points to him. Unfortunately for him, Percival's energy wave carves a partial line across the undead's body. Due to thickness it doesn't turn to be a clean cut through but because of the sheer size of the beast, the cleaved top half kind of slides off and snaps on its own.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa get her axe back. She pants looking quite tired.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' VesI'll take you all on..." she pants again calming down from her rage "Then again mabye not.. I think I'm a bit outnubmered here.. Oh well.: She get into defense stance, letting the unead come to her cutting down any that get in her reach, which is pretty good consider the size of her axe.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is panting a bit as she s whiping off what undead guts she can of her self she needs a shower, or she needs to learn how Maira sets herself on fire like that she needs to work on her elemental control more. She takes a deep breath and then exhales as she looks to make sure there are no undead left standing that they are not questioning.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade looks up at the Lich who is engaging him in sassery. He folds his arms, waiting patiently as he is read the riot act for making assumptions. And then he is buried in sassy, contemptious ice. Mercade yelps as the spikes hit, and he vanishes under chilliness and pain. Several seconds pass... And then there is a silent detonation as the ice vanishes in a wave of light, Mercade standing up, rumpled, wounded, and angry. "You know, there's some things I can't stand. You don't mess with the hat. You don't mess with the people I care about." He turns his hand upwards, and he focuses, power gathering around the Keyblade. "And I hate sass from malevolent entities who are trying to murder people." He hears Arthur in the distance asking for capture, and he grunts, changing his focus. Once again, he lashes out at the final lich, trying to draw it in... And he'll slam it into the ground. Several times. "Now sit down, and shut up while I beat you senseless, you son of a lich." this might go on for a while.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' If liches ever had the reputation of slow-moving undead, they should have it stricken from the record tonight. With the proper motivation, they can be quite speedy, and the remaining one seems well on his way to escaping by fleeing straight upward. Surely Maira's holy barrier didn't extend that high. However, it's crimes are numerous, among which murder and sassery could be counted. He isn't fast enough to escape Mercade Alexander, though not for lack of trying. Just when he thinks he's in the clear, Mercade's keyblade power drags him back in, the legendary weapon whipping him down to the ground. Close quarters is clearly a disadvantage for this particular undead since it did not give him enough time to properly form spells to cast. After it first touches down, the lich makes a lunge at Mercade...only to be brought down into the ground again. This continues for a painfully long time. "Enough already!" the lich croaks, "Stop this!"

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' It would be almost comical, really. Mercade has been flailing the lich back and forth into solid objects on a tether of holy power for several minutes. "You give up?" He says, pulling the lich in and grappling him, then slamming him down into the ground manually to put him in a hold. "ARM BARS EVERYWHERE!" Mercade yells with entirely too much enthusiasm. "Now call off the undead and hold still while we lock you down. Try anything sassy and I get back to seeing what breaks first: You, or the ground."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Both of those options are awful!" The lich complans as its arm is wrenched out of its socket by an excited keyblade weilder. Both get a small crowd which watches carefully at a distance that would mean they remain untouched. Beyond this pair, nothing else significant seems to be coming after them. between their combined magical might and the persistant fury, the camp is safe and the undead no longer advance. If the lich had been controlling the undead here, once beaten down like Mercade has, it would have lost that control though there doesn't seem to be any signs of this. But on the bright side, that lich has all but given up.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva comes up to the lich she takes a good look at them as Mercade does his thing. Given his powers he'll be far better with it than she'll be. Hopwever her first bursts into holy flame and she looks the lich over for a moment longer. She looks the lich over and says "Do not think he is the only one who can deal with you..." "Mercade? It was an honor to fight along side you again, but now I need to find a shower. Before I smell like a ditch in the trade city." She'll go to check on Avria first before tending to such.

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/09/12
|Location=Central Isles - Golmore Jungle
|Synopsis=It was intended to be a grand day, a day of learning, of testing out new advances with Gummi Blocks. It doesn't go that way as the Undead have other plans, life can be a real Lich sometimes.
|Cast of Characters=Mercade Alexander, Avira, Maira, Vespa, Hati, Minerva, Emi Dennou, Percival, Ariel, Arthur Drover
}}
:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Camp Pair Dadeni is home to a lot of people who enjoy "roughing it". The heroic and villainous populace of many worlds tend to enjoy a vacation from themselves, and here where knowledge and open secrets find root, it is not uncommon to see some questionable individuals mixing among the more upstanding folks. Arthur Drover is known for drawing ecclectic people, and Avira is a well-liked member of the mercenary group known as VALKYRI. The forgemaster has toiled alongside his prettier partner, and the results have been miraculous. What was first a set of sturdy walls has turned into a fireproofed palisade, with five or six trained archers replacing the earlier two dozen scuffle of local hired muscle. The archers have been drilled in repelling the regular undead attacks. A well-beaten road leads to the camp, and people have seen announcements on various bulletin boards - for example in Traverse Town - of the grand unveiling. Avira and Arthur are at the forefront of undead fighting and gummitech research - with both a necromancer and a state of the art gummi forge next to Arthur's more ordinary one. Other marvels abound. With the help of Maira, Avira, and Orienne, the smith had put together a heated bath system to replace the old silver-coated bags for hot water showers. Essential for hygeine, but even moreso to meet the demands for comfort. Posh scientists are a bit less likely to put up with discomfort than adventurers. The amenities are almost livable, and thanks to Mr. Farnsworth the eternal tureen of soup in the middle of the camp has yet to run dry. The only rule is not to ask what is in it. The exact middle of the camp, due to the older Smith's compulsive standards, holds the Void Point - a gate into gummi space suitable for launching and testing vessels, here away from bustle and intrusion except the welcome kind. The platform at the middle of the camp has been home to the slow construction of the Badb. The avian moniker is well deserved - it is a thing of beauty. Black as night, with curved talons concealing multiple Thundara-G cannons. The "beak" holds the cockpit, and the entire thing gives an impression of motion while standing still. This impression is doubly appropriate because while it is accessible through a set of steps, it is also on greased rails with blocks to hold it still. A series of safety levers, properly engaged, would allow it to slide free and launch it into the blackness of the Void. Below the stage, one of Arthur's experiments combined with Avira's sterling designs has given rise to Gummi Bumper Cars. Kids and adults alike cavort in the limited, gummi-lined space. It looks like a huge bouncy castle, and is mostly covered in a transparent film. Ships that try to stray out of bounds bounce back, and the "pew pew" of harmless lasers marks points as people try to outscore their friends. The ships inside are various simplistic designs with safety cushions in bright colors. There are sizable fees being collected per-try and these are being placed in one of Arthur's "special" lockboxes in bright purple. On the ship platform itself, the smith stands, waving to the assembled crowds. Everyone loves a show. He cups his hands presently. His voice is like brass, the hammer on the anvil, cutting through the din insistently in the woods. There are patrols out to drive off undead, but he finds his throat dry to see so many milling folks attending. It is exciting, and he's not one for public speaking. Which is why the contents of his message are: "Ladies, gentlemen! Children, and geezers like me, welcome to the realization of a wild dream. When we began, a short time ago, we didn't imagine we'd have such breakthroughs. We could not have done this alone. As we embark on this first stage of our research, I ask interested parties to inquire about supply runs into the Lanes Between, and the lucrative opportunities therein." A pause, lick of his lips, and then: "I now yield the stage to the real hero of the day, designer and artisan - Avira, come out." He gestures toward a nearby curtain to invite her onstage, and takes a simple silver flute from his belt. One blow of just the right note, and confetti rains onstage from balls overhead. Around the camp, weak fire gummis go off as torches, casting light across the place and focused via mirrors on the stage. The man steps back, removing his cloth cap to mop his bald spot. He is smiling. A young boy, sitting on his father's lap, waves at grandpa from the front row, and Mariel sits, a book on her lap, decanting potions in an aisle seat with a cauldron next to her. Neither Arthur nor his wife ever could leave work at home. But she waves and smiles absentmindedly, all the same.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel - in pants of course - is in the crowd down below the ship. She's quiet, but in great awe of the majestic construction. She's seen lots of ships - up close even, now! But never one quite like this.

:'''[[Hati]] has posed:''' Once, this might have been a perfect opportunity to cause havoc. All it would take is a few Heartless. Maybe just one or two and she wouldn't have to deal with... Hati growls under her breath as a little boy tugs on her tail. It is likely not the first time this has happened today, leaving the resident werewolf looking irritated. "Alright, that's enough." She pulls her tail away, crouching, "Hasn't your mother ever taught you that it's impolite to go tugging on other people?" To which the boy's eyes just get wide, a grin spreading over his face as he reaches for her ears and shouts: "Puppy!" Why is she here again? Oh yeah, guard duty. Just incase someone decides to try to kidnap Avira, or Maira... again. Luckily, she's saved by the boy's mother, who nervously tugs him away murmuring, "I think the puppy has had enough attention." To which Hati just folds her arms and grumbles, "I am not a puppy."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' If you have to ask where Maira is, you don't know Maira very well. Obviously, naturally, Maira is in a gummi bumper car and has been for quite some time. Hoots of wild laughter and shouts of girlish glee have been heard for hours among the "pew pew" of lasers and the sound of gummi car impacts. Indeed, it seems Maira would never tire of this, for she had easily been doing it for hours at the exclusion of just about everything else. Finally however, Arthur moves up and gets the attention of the camp, causing Maira to look up just before she slams into another gummi car, a cheshire grin widening. It was time then! With that, she jumps up out of her gummi car and scampers out of the enclosure to make her way over to the ship, ready to cheer her little lungs out when Avira takes the stage. "WOOO! AVIRAAAA! YAAAY! That's my best friend!" she says to whoever happens to be next to her, despite practically everyone knowing this fact already.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' So the Gargoyle had to admit it. Spaceflight made him giddy inside, in a way that he hadn't felt since he was a hatchling watching reports of the Yanks and their moon landings on the telly. He just wasn't going to show his enthusiasm, so openly. Even so, the culmination of Avira's joint project with Arthur Drover still made him feel happy for VALKYRI's leader. And it's okay Hati! He has everything on the Maira kidnapping front under control. You may feel free to allow little boys to play with the puppy. The Gargoyle catfaced at her in a way that made him certain that she'd be siccing more Shadow Wolves on him for his training in such rapid succession that his head would spin. He stood a little ways behind Maira, with his arms crossed and his wings cloaked around his shoulders, just grinning at the situation. Wait to go Avira!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' 'Prettier' being relative, of course. Though based on personal experience, Avira has discovered that there are men out there who definitely do not mind scarring on a woman. Over a month of blood, sweat, and tears were amounting to this. In that time, their 'staff' and their costs had ballooned like crazy. She had been trying to do the accounting over this venture and the numbers were making her a little nervous-but the payoff for this research would be invaluable. That gummi ship from her dreams would sail again! But today there would be a far smaller craft being experimented with. Nevertheless, the Badb cut an impressive figure that Avira was especially proud of-its shape and colors were things that she had a personal hand in. Even for what was supposed to be a prototype it looked great. Though the Badb was impressive, Avira was fearing that the Bumper Gummis would be stealing the show here-part of her didn't mind. Those would help recover lost revenues. When Arthur calls out for her, Avira makes her appearance and-oh Faram. She dressed up. Rumors had been going around about this but tonight it is clear to see that it is no rumor. Avira has come in form-fitting spandex. RED form-fitting spandex from head to toe with a hip-hugging red spandex skirt on top of it. Across her breasts is the shape of a black bird with its wings spread, perhaps reminiscent of the prototype gummi ship next to her. There's a helmet in one of her hands not unlike that of a racer or motorcycle helm. Before she even begins talking, she gently places a foot against one of the wings of the ship and strikes a well-practiced pose. Grinning like a lunatic, she turns to face those gathered, "Hello everyone and welcome! Thank you for that generous introduction, Arthur, but I cannot claim to be the real hero of the day here! Everyone in this camp has worked hard to secure this area, fight the zombie menace, build this facility, gather our resources, and construct this ship! The Badb is the child of Heart's Desire and VALKYRI alike and today's maiden flight will be in honor of us all!" She doesn't wait for an applause or anything-she starts applauding on her own; applauding those who gave their time and energy to make this moment a reality. Applause to follow from the crowd or not, Avira continues, "A Shadow Lord recently warned me that we should FEAR these spaces in between! We should not venture into these parts unknown because heartless and danger awaited us! Well I say to hell with that! With this step, we more capable of fighting this menace that threatens all worlds! With this step, we will be able to bridge the gaps between and no longer shudder as we step through the mercurial dark corridors that dot these lands." She lifts her helmet high into the air over her head and unleashes her deepest, most hot-blooded yell she can manage, "ONWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!!!!!!" Still grinning like a lunatic, she puts the helmet over her head and climbs into the gummi ship.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' The VALKARI maid Vepsa is in among the crowd of people, she stands out being in a maid outfit and that gaint axe she carries. She just walking around the camp she get a few double takes as she walks thought a few people point at her she just ingores them as she muches on an apple. She spots Maira being her usual exubrant self. Vespa has to wonder where she got the gummi bumper car thought. "No. You can't have one Al. How the heck would you drive it?" She hms looking up on the stage as Avira walks on to it. She stabs the apple onto her axe, then cheering and clapping. "WHOO! GO Avira!"

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva has been here with the rest of VALKYRI for the most part since this whole affair started, she's remained here save for the times she wen to pick up supplies in Traverse town or perhaps Manhattan depending on what was needed. There was no shortage of fighting, or work here. Given the nature of this job and she's been more than getting her fill of combat even if most of her foes had been the mindless undead. Minerva additions to the cam was simple she made sure there was am ample supply of beer, ale and just about any sort of common drink one could be able to find. She's done a pretty good job of keeping things supplied. Though as for the experiments others were preforming that had left her somewhat mystified about just what they were up to. he only hoped this worked whatever it was. She's there dressed as she often is while Arthur is giving his intro speech and here comes Avira the Monk smiling and seems to be pretty happy. As the group had put a heck of a lot of work into this. So hopefully nothing would go wrong, if something does there are enough here to guard against such happening at least she hopes so. She was not sure what to think about space flight honestly herself i was just a bit beyond her. She coped well enough however, she didn't think about the hard technical things. "Tch respect the power of what lurks in the darkness between the stars. Yes. Fear it? That only gives it more power over us."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi Dennou has come to support Avira whom she adores. You'd adore someone too if they saved you from a holographic death laser and maybe cyber zombies? But of course it's more than JUST that--but that is probably the big start of when 'adoration for Avira' became a key aspect of her feelings regarding her. She applauds politely. The other Dennous, whom are farther back, do so as well. They are very good at clapping, in fact, and do so in perfect synchronization. They also do it /right on cue/--but it was a good time to start clapping anyway. Emi Dennou hopes Avira doesn't explode, though, because it would make her sad. She's sure that probably maybe won't happen though. She hopes.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur joins in the thunderous applause when Avira speaks. But he adds two punctuating claps above his head. This signal calls both of his Apprentices forward. While their uniforms are similar to his, they are white with silver trim rather than blue with gold. The men are smiling and officious like their Master, but they move with the efficiency of the closely watched. And indeed he would grade any sloppiness later with a ruthless hand. Still, his was a prestigious indenture, and they were glad to have it. They set to work giving the ship a final check and buff. When they are done, Arthur looks it over, giving them the grudging side-eye of a man who is disappointed he can't find anything wrong with their performance. They move to the levers, ready to pull at his signal. Arthur enters the ship with a nimbleness that denies his slightly-overweight-shopkeep angle, but he's too excited to keep the mask up just now. He stands on the edge of the cockpit, and once more that stentorian bellow rings out: "We're doing final checks, everyone! Now let me explain. This ship is stocked with gummis in the hold. You can't see it, but most of this ship is storage space. The cockpit is small enough we can fit a lot of gummis in. We plan to have cargo runs, a real gummi shipping line. And that's why we're testing it with Gummis, because if we make a mistake we can just scoop them up from The Void again and try again." A pause, as an apprentice with a black outfit, and copper trim, brings him a glass of champagne. Indeed, drinks are being distributed throughout the audience to the adults. The gummi bumper cars have been stopped - it was probably hard to pry some kids out, but there are a lot of insistent men preparing to move the gummi space aside. All focus is on the stage, though Arthur is privately thankful for the revenues on this shindig. Anyone vending potions or food also paid Arthur a sizable surcharge, and maybe his partner will be happy when he presents it to her later. Arthur's wife has stopped her work long enough to lock eyes and blow a kiss, but her hands are still grinding something with mortar and pestle. "We are going to enter void space, then do a loop and come back in. You'll see there is an exit ramp behind the stage, for us to land on. But we have cushions around it just in case. Once I leave, my lads will knock down the stage, and set up a safety zone. These ships stop on a dime once they're out of Void Space, so you'll all be quite safe." Arthur slowly removes his spectacles, folds them up, and puts them in his breast pocket next to the cleaning cloth. "Wish us luck, and we'll see you shortly!" He climbs into the cockpit, and slams it shut. The men outside wait for the signal, and after a moment, Arthur blows his flute in a standard bosun's call. The levers are pulled, the Badb begins a speedy but majestic slide toward the slight pucker in the air that is the void point reacting to an approaching mass of gummies. Seamlessly, the ship vanishes into darkness, without a sound or fanfare except perhaps applause.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel half-thinks someone is going to kick her out of this, so she doesn't interrupt proceedings. She does try to get a glass of champagne even though she isn't technically an adult. It just looks so bubbly! Can't she have some? She is sure if she makes big enough eyes at someone that this will work out just fine.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa watches as the ship rises into space "There they go. I'm sure it will be fine.."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira whistles when Avira appears in her new outfit, wondering if those will be standard for VALKYRI now? They are pretty spiffy, but Maira isn't sure sure about the whole skintight nature of it...well, suppose it covers more than the Game Central Station outfit. Maira keeps cheering, bouncing up and down excitedly in the crowd. "Woo! Avira! Arthur! YAAAY!" applause applause etc. "Ou! Bubbly!" she exclaims, snatching some champagne as it passes as well. She holds her glass up toward Ariel and smiles widely. "Cheers! Vespa! Here, have some bubbly stuff its delicious," she suggests. She had to stop bouncing, less the champagne spill. Few more gulps, champagne is gone, and bouncing is resumed! "This is going to be so awesome...exploring gummi space! Sure there will be things to fight, but aren't there everywhere these days?" she asks her nearby friends, her eyes fixed on the ship as it zooms off into gummi space. She's a bit nervous, but she's dealing with it.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "Careful Maira or you going to start digging a hole in the ground.", Vespa says smiling a bit. She take the glass of champane from Maira taking a sip, someone around her has to keep a cool head, just in case.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' The Gargoyle doesn't partake in the champagne, well because.. reasons. He does stop to look at Avira's Gummiship outfit, wondering if it bore any similarities to the suits he'd seen on the Grid. He watches the rest of Arthur's explanation with an impassive look, despite keeping his enthusiasm /just/ beneath the surface as he states why they're doing some of their checks. When Vespa calls Maira into attention, he leans over to her, murmuring. "She already digs ruts around in the common room floor." Before stating to Maira with a grin, "Well at least if we're going to have to fight space Heartless, we'll be properly outfitted. Now we'll all just need proper callsigns."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel gleefully drinks the happy sparkling liquid. How nice! She is also amused by the very pretty glass it's in.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira grins as Arthur climbs into the ship, though that can't exactly be seen since the helmet is a little on the opaque side. The vizor of it looks black on the outside but Avira can see through it from within. She seems to realize that Arthur likely can't see her grinning so she gives him a thumbs up instead. "Alright. Dusk Wolf, Badb, launching!" she says with an extreme amount of cheerfulness. The ship disappears into the darkness of the void point. Time passes....

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira glances to Vespa, blushes slightly, and laughs. "Sorry! I'm just really excited! And champagne is delicious!" she explains. Somehow, someone has handed her another one. It is all part of a world wide conspiracy to turn Maira into a lush. Maira looks up to Perci and grins widely, smacking him lightly in the arm. "What's that suppose to mean!?" she asks. No, really. What the heck does that even mean.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' There is a yell in the distance, and a low crash as a familiar detective arrives back in the camp. Mercade approaches the festive, celebratory atmosphere as he looks over the events, and grimaces as he sees the ship vanish into Gummispace. "Whoops." He says to himself. He looks at the others here, partying and celebrating the successful work done here. "Hi guys! Guess I, uh..." Mercade scratches the back of his head embarassingly. "I guess I missed it."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' After about three or so minutes of silence, a rumbling boom can be heard somewhere in the distance. The void point emits a buzzing sound and the edges begin to spark with electricity. This is the only warning everyone gets before flaming gummi blocks explode out of the void point. It starts with singular loose and colorful pieces-perhaps those that were contained within the cargo holds of the Badb? After that come bigger pieces and large black chunks, some of which still have other gummi blocks attached to it. They hit the ground like bouncy falling stars, knocking over those unfortunate enough to get in their way. The material is fortunately pliable enough that it won't cause anything more than a concussion to get hit with. However, bouncing off a large piece into something much harder could prove to be a definite hazard. Avira is flung through amongst the gummi blocks, still attached to the pilot's seat by her seatbelt, her helmet shattered and her outfit burned and torn.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur spirals out after her. His outfit is a torn and burnt mess. A gasp flies up from the crowd. The Synthesist's body is uncharacteristically limp. His spectacles are on his face, rather than in his pocket, and they are intact. His mouth is wide in a soundless scream. He describes an elegant arc in the air, gloves tattered and cloth cap missing. He is heading for the ground, without the benefit of a safety seat like Avira has. There is a second gasp, and a sudden whooshing sound. Something is moving with quicksilver speed. The thin, tall form of the Forgemaster doesn't hit the ground. Instead, strong slender arms scoop him up in a diving, rolling catch. Arthur's wife moves with a dancer's grace, rescuing the falling "damsel" and laying him across her lap. The dancer left her cauldron behind, arriving with canny speed to sit cross legged and shout in a voice, not shrill but deep instead: "MEDIC." The voice shakes the stage, as flaming gummis rain and the two intrepid pilots sit amidst the wreck. A small golden phial has already been extracted from Mariel's blouse and poured down the smith's throat - Elixir. Whoever rushes forward to help Avira would be instructed to give her one drop from the same phial, and nothing more. And then the groans begin as the dead, perhaps wakened by the sizzling power, rush the walls.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' A champagne glass goes flying through the air, half drunk, as the void point explodes with gummi blocks. In instinct Maira's magic leaps into existance, a greenish-white circle of flame springing up around those assembled to help protect them from the barrage of gummi blocks like a force-field. When Maira sees Avira come flying from the portal, she screams and begins dashing forward. "AVIRA!" she cries, the crowd clearly for her as she nudges her way through toward her best friend with a healing spell sparkling in the aura of magic that has sprung up around her form. She drops beside Avira and lets her cure spell wash over her friend, looking to Mariel with a nod as she takes the vial and administers a drop to Avira's tongue. That really ought to do the trick! Then, the groans rise, the undead battle cry fairly uninspiring as far as battle cries go, but still mighty annoying and worrisome. Obviously, the maiden voyage had gone terribly wrong! They hadn't called it unsinkable or something, had they?! "Oh <GOOSEHONK>!"

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' ...Oh, not good! Ariel is just about to take Sip Number Two when a flying gummi block starts heading straight for her! She panics, ducks, and hits the ground, sadly shattering the pretty cup in the process. She still has her head down when other, worse things start happening. She looks up to see that trouble has really begun. She starts to run in to provide some support, despite being afraid.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva does join in clapping for a moment and she just wonders about this trip. She's not so sure about t but well she needs to get over what she saw. That huge ass heartless. That would be one thing as everyone is climbing in at this point. She watches getting ready for the launch. She seems pretty pleased and she's cheering now hopefully this should go off without a hitch. Right? What could go wrong they got a good security detail. There should be no trouble if someone pulls something right?

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Percival mock winces as Maira smacks him on the arm. Rubbing his arm in an exaggerated manner he begins to explain with a sheepish look, "Well it means..." Then flaming explosions of gummi blocks out of the Void point and /MEDIC!/ Saved by the explosions. Wait, Explosions!? Percival hurries after Maira into the explosions. Luckily she's mostly immune to fire so he doesn't have to worry about her safety as well. Then comes the telltale signs of Undead and... well, the Gargoyle does the only thing he really can in this situation. He draws his sword and steels himself for what is likely to be quite the horde.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa smiles. "It's okay. You can keep bouncing Maira. I don't mind. One of us has to be excited.", she chuckles a bit at Pervical and Maira verbal sparring. Then the gummi ship EXPLDOES. "OH <GOOOSHONK!>", and the gummi block start falling down. Vepsa pulls out her axe and start hacking away at the larger gummi blocks that start raining down. "STAND BEHIND ME FOR PROTECTION!", she shouts out to the panicing crowd. There a strew laden amout of profantiy coming out her mouth now.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' And then everything goes to hell. Gummi Blocks go flying in all directions, and one of them narrowly misses Mercade's head as he jukes out of the way. "WHOA!" Mercade blinks as he sees the Void Point disgorge Avira and Arthur. "Oh hell!" Mercade says, seeing Avira hit the ground, wounded. He charges forward, kneeling next to her as he notes Arthur is being tended to and Maira is handling the medicine for Avira. "Damn it... This isn't how it was supposed to go." Mercade grates. And then the Undead come. Mercade turns, his eyes flashing. The helpless feeling of watching Avira lie there, wounded, gives way to an outlet. This is something he understands. This is something he can do. There is a flash as Mercade summons up his Keyblade, and begins stalking towards the incoming undead. "Keep her safe, Maira. I believe in you." Mercade says, his voice tight.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' The pilot's chair, mercifully, comes to a stop on the ground facing upwards with the pilot still rigidly. Avira's helmet can be removed easily from her head. Once it's off, she's obviously...well, alive, but staring forward blankly in shock at what just happened. In her hands are the remnants of the steering wheel, fingers still clutching around its horn-like sides. Judging by the look on her face she might not even realize just how much pain she's in yet. She might never have to with Maira quickly rushing in to administer her healing spell and follow-up drop of elixir. Both at least do their job and heal her physically. Mentally, though, she still seems to be procssing everything that's happened in the last few minutes. The undead suddenly swarming hasn't even registered. "Guh." she vocalizes eloquently.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Oh, Emi thinks distantly, she should have listened to her initial instinct. Avira is now exploded. She is gone forever. She hits the deck, but what's the point, she thinks, if only she had told Avira not to go do this thing because she thought she might explode, this wouldn't have happened. A tear threatens to well up in her eye when suddenly-- --oh Avira IS okay? Right. Emi rubs at her eye briefly and coughs to herslf before she manages to stand herself up. Sure, she might be in agony, and yes this is probably a huge dissapointment but all Emi feels is relief. She approaches Avira (the other Dennous focus on the zombies). "Avira..." She says. "I'm sorry it didn't work ... but this one is glad you're okay."

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' The dead are coming from all quarters, and will give Mercade and Percival no shortage of bladework practice. They are the usual slow shambling fare, but they are in force. The jungle is an open place, and the archers on the walls are using the cleared sight lines to run some off. But as always, a few rise from the earth. Avira is surrounded by people who are giving her friends time to work. Maira is a qualified medic, and an apt defender, so they see to the smith and anyone else who has been lacerated or burnt in the explosion - very few people due to the safety cordons. The dead are being "led" by a few floating wizard-like entities. Liches. Arthur's kids are helping him up, but his wife insists he not be moved, except to move closer to Avira. He's fluttering into consciousness, but even elixir can't fully heal someone. Avira has greater vitality than he. His voice is a raspy guttural sound: "Flute." he manages through cracked and bloodied lips. It is sitting somewhere nearby, and a boy scuttles to grab it from the mud, cleaning it judiciously before resting it on the injured man's chest. His breathing is deep, and his wife is checking his cuts to apply antiseptic. Cleanup crews are efficiently at work - but this is an embarassment. Not a shattering one, he realized what was happening even as it went up. And it would be very embarassing when he told people later. One of the crases by the east wall has been pushed down, but the dead are having trouble getting through the gap. The front gates are shut, and people are being ferried to safety zones under cover, far from the walls on consecrated ground. "Avira." His voice is a rasp. A Lich levitates overhead, hurling a few lazy fireballs down toward the crash site with a malicious grin somehow manifesting on its skeletal face. There is a horde outside, slowly pouring around the camp like water around a stone.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel wonders if there is any way to... um, make them better. She runs to see how Arthur is doing. "...What's the flute for? Is there anything -- here." She reaches into a pocket and gives him a potion.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira looks up to Mercade, nodding. "Of course I will!" she replies, shooing him off then to go fight zombies! Hop to it boys! Maira looks back to Avira, having pulled off her helmet and examined her for signs of concussion, she winces a little. "You may be a little concussed..." she says softly, glancing to Arthur, who looks even worse. She'll let his wife care for him however, unless he needs magical healing. Maira looks up then to see the undead hoard being lead by floating skeletal wizards--liches! She's totally read the Monster Manual. Her eyes widen as she takes in a breath. This is /bad/. Fortified as they are, she is wondering if perhaps they should retreat! Somehow...No, there's no where to go, is there? Maira exhales sharply and steels herself, reaching out with her magic sense to strengthen the magic protection she has laid around the camp, the energy of Holy surging up to burn at least some of the undead as they try to pass. "Ugh...I could try to pour all my energy into the ward and try to zap as many as I can....but then I'll be useless and the ward will come down," she says, hoping someone has some strategy to offer.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade was /really/ hoping for a nice, easy time. "You know..." Mercade says offhandedly as he begins to smash into the undead with holy power. "I was really looking forward to this. There was going to be food, and drink, and talking to interesting people. And then they get to come back and be all like 'MAN THAT SPACE TRIP WAS AWESOME' and 'IT SURE WOULD HAVE SUCKED TO GET EXPLODED OUT THERE', and they could have been all like 'IT WAS JUST LIKE STAR WARS'." He turn s towards the lich that's floating over the wall and menacing the camp. The Twilight Seeker keyblade is leveled towards it, and a lash of holy power sweeps out like a lasso, catching on the undead. "BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He yells, pulling on it like a fishing rod and hauling the undead mage down close, where upon he lunges forward and delivers a vertical cleave. "YOU GUYS HAD TO SHOW UP. Did you get invitations? Huh?" The Detective seems a little frustrated.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur smiles kindly. His wife looks up with an indulgent smile, but she's seeing to the gash in his leg now - uncomfortably close to an artery even with Secret Elixir in his system. The potion sits untouched next to the flute. Drover asks Ariel, making eye contact: "Know music?" He nods toward the flute, then winces and regrets the nod. "Important. Play." Each word is an effort, his throat is parched and blood is on his lips, but he seems in no danger of unconsciousness. The Lich feels surprise for one of the first times in a long long unlife. It intends to fly higher and hurl a lazy blob of poison at Mercade. Except its arms are bound to its sides. Then it is getting lower. The last thing that goes through its mind is Twilight Seeker. And through its spleen, or what used to be a spleen and is now a raisin. The two sides of the Lich fall to the ground in a mess, waiting to be disposed of later. One down. A few more float around, making a mess, but at least the crash area is a bit safer. Undead swarm toward Mercade, perhaps drawn by the release of energy when he bisected the beast, they are not powerful but plentiful - they grasp with yellowed nails and greying hands.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "From bad to <GOOSEHONKING> worse!", vespa says seeing the horde of undead coming it. She spots the floating ones. Not sure what they are but they look important. She looks at the undead slowly walking towads them "You all picked a really bad time to show up.. Cause I'm really not in the mood for this.", she get this massive grin on her face. "I have some anger I have to let out.. You all are going to help me? Isn't that nice? RIGHT? RIGHT!!?! RIGHHHTTTTTTTTTTTT?", Vespa just charages into the horde of undaed swing her axe around in massive arcs bodie parts go flying everywhere as she works her way forward thought the undead horre clearing a path.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Percival looks at the Horde of Undead with the floating liches at the head, then speaks to his companions. "You know, you all have too many anger issues. We should really just all calm d..." The Gargoyle's lip twitches. "Nope, couldn't say it with a straight face. Go to town guys!" He growls, his eyes glowing a ghastly, hollow white color before barreling into a large column of the Undead himself, and while the effect isn't quite as impressive as Vespa... well he gets the job done.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' The undead have returned, she is not shocked at all. She's not shocked at all about this, they really need to get this ground blessed where the heck has Faruja been. Seriously where the heck has he been? Too late for such thoughts now in her mind as she finds herself knee deep in dead or is about to be such. Arthur s alive at least. Things are going to hell in a hand basket though with Arthur and Avira basically taken care of at this point. She's slams her fists together at this point as she looks to see just what else happened, aside from the explosion. She really was a perhaps a second too late. This is a hell of a mess at this point. "That is what I planned to do so sir knight!" She calls out to Percival, she's now moving in they do have to keep the undead under control.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Concussion is definitely the order of the day for Avira. She seems to be having difficulty focusing on Maria in front of her with anything other than a vacant stare. But gradually, those symptoms seem to fade away due to being hit with healing magic and a drop of elixir. What remains, though, still seems to be shock. Quite understandably, Avira looks pretty put out. As if the fire in her heart was suddenly snuffed! One of her hands releases the broken steering wheel and both arms flop down to the ground, the object clattering out of her fingers. She doesn't seem to want to get up right now. Those here will have to defend the camp without her! "Alive." she barks back to Arthur for his benefit. A weak smile is given to Emi. "Thanks." she offers for the comfort, letting her head loll to the side to look at Maira. "Do it. Then fight without magic." is all Avira offers.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel DOES know music, and rather well. She takes the flut into her hand, and looks down at it... Then she puts it to her lips. It takes a moment for her to get used to the instrument blowing air through it, but she's done the same underwater. She picks into a bit of a march. She hopes that it will help. Cheerful music CAN help.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Percival shoulder checks a bunch of zombies, who are unsteady to begin with. His burly strength manages to push them down a nearby embankment and they fall in a tumbling mess that won't rise on its own. But then a larger one, a zombie ogre by the look of it, comes to match brawn to brawn with the warrior. Minerva notices that the wreckage didn't burn long - infact, the gummis are remarkably unharmed. It takes a lot to truly destroy them. With nothing for fuel, the flames are dying. Mina is closest to the recuperating pilots and in prime position to ward off the zombie wave encroaching on Maira's defensive field, as if drawn by magic. Arthur, Avira, and their attendants make a hell of a tableau. A fireball bounces off Maira's defensive shield, but Mercade has killed its source as the flames find nothing to consume and die off too. Vespa is bathed in foul ichor which stains the ground and paints the tent walls. She moves through the dead like a hot knife through butter. Something comes skittering from under a wall - a spider-like creature with hands on the ends of its legs instead of feet. Humanlike hands. It comes grasping and screaming. Its teeth are knives and its eyes are nonexistent. A Creep from the depths below. It hungers. Ariel begins to play. The cheerful marching music has a few seconds to lilt into the air. The tune of this flute carries remarkably far, the whisperweed in the reed reacting with things that Avira and Arthur had set up the first week they moved in. The sound echoes through the hills. The zombies even begin shambling in tune to it, it is quite cute. Outside the camp, in zones marked out with purple sand, the ground begins to turn into roiling magma. Then the explosions happen. Faint pops at first, as smelting catalysts sing in time with their companion geodes. All of this happens outside of the camp, but they have confronted this problem often enough As Ariel picks out notes, especially high notes, the "danger" areas outside the walls turn to molten slag. They would make some quite pretty glass and decent charcoal later. The flames are contained, precise, and enough to burn the weaker straggling zombies to cinders as the princess picks her tune. "Smoother, girl." Arthur intones - the voice a raspy hell, indicating she should vary the tune, but his smile is back and he is practically falling asleep with his head on his exasperated wife-savior's lap. To Avira, only "I know why. Talk later."

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!, is all that is heard as Vespa makes work of the undead. Behind her there just a trail of body parts behind her bodies cut in two vertailly and hozitannly toros missing all there alot of it it just a mess of paste and goo... COMEONEONCOMON!! Is this all you got??"] Best not to get near Vespa right now.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel gets the zombies moving in a cheerful way. That surprises her so much that for a second she misses a note, and the flute squeaks. An explosion follows this up. Arthur gives her a new instruction... and she blinks a few times at him, batting blue eyes, then squints at the flute. She tries again. This is slower, an almost-mournful dirge. She has gotten the hang of this air-flute rather quickly.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' The Other Dennous have been fighting in the BACKGROUND. Actually sometimes sthe animation budget may have mistaken the number of Dennous present, and there was a SECOND Derpyhooves too which was the worst. ut now that Emi is confident that AVira is 'okayish', Emi turns her attention to zombies. She raises her hands to attack--!!! But then she notices the zombies are dancing. She lowers her hands afterwards. Unfortunately, Emi can't bring herself to fight zombies that are dancing. Sure their skin is falling off and they hunger for brains, but they're so adorable!!!!!

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' The Lich is cloven in half, and the Detective wrinkles his nose at the evil remains. "Looks like you had to..." He tips his hat. "Split." He turns away, and then looks to the oncoming undead horde. He took care of the closest, but now they have to deal with the closest Mercade grins as Percival tries to makes a good joke. "See, that's why I like him." He says as he grapples a zombie and launches it into an approaching group. "I like his sense of humor." They begin to get interrupted as the music begins to play. Huh. Mercade draws back, observing for a moment. Well, if they're going to move in time to the music, this makes them predictable. And in a fight, predictable means dead. Mercade continues hacking away, unleashing blasts of white power into the undead horde. "Whoever's making that music, keep it up! It's helping!" Mercade calls. "Also, if there's anyone near those floating evil mages, take them out! They're the leaders!" The only thing worse than undead hordes are /organized/ undead hordes.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira frowns deeply at Avira. She knows physically she is alright, but she can practically feel her disappointment and heartbreak radiating. She had worked /so/ hard on that ship! What had gone wrong? Maira leans forward and hugs her best friend tightly, reaching up to smooth her hair soothingly. "It's okay Avira. We'll build another. Everything will be alright! I won't let your dream go out just like that," she assures her warmly. The young mage with the red-gold hair nods then, hearing Avira's advice about the ward. "Alright...I'll do what I can," she says. Fighting without magic might not be much of an option. She might just knock herself unconscious with this, but hopefully it would work--even the odds some to take the pressure off the main defenders. Maira lets go of Avira and steps a good fifty feet away. If she's going to do this, she wants to make sure none of her friends get hurt accidentally. She listens to the flute music for a few moments, knowing what it must be doing to those still outside the walls. Maira will concentrate closer in, but first, a warning. She yells, both in person and over her ma belle to make sure everyone hears; "Step back from the walls when I say so! I'm going to blast them!" she says, the amber depths of her eyes beginning to glow with the magic she holds. Then Maira becomes a small sun standing in the middle of the camp, her form blurred by the bright white flame that engulfs her. It is a furnace of purging flame, raw Holy. Maira taps into the ward she made around the camp, envisioning the link between it and herself, then opens the flood gate to let her energy pour down the link. "Get back, NOW!" she cries, gives them a few moments to get out of the way, then lets the ward ignite. The walls around the camp erupt with holy energy, white motes of light that glow like miniature stars slam into the darkness that is the undead, burning to ash.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' The Gargoyle takes a stout blow against the back of his head, knocking him to his knees. He rises unsteadily, surveying his newest challenger. Zombie Ogres? Do Zombie Ogres have layers? Well he's about to find out. Taking up the Guardian Blade that he learned about from Atlantis, he carves it in an arc which careens out a wave of pressure, trailing streamers of blue energy. This is only meant to knock his foe off balance, before he closes in, and attempts an upward slice against it's arm to check on the layer thing. His Orichalcum blade gets wedged against one of the bones, as he kicks back a taloned foot in an attempt to pry it out. And then /THRILLER/ the flute edition happens, and Percival is given pause, as he looks back at the lady who is totally not a mermaid princess. Even in the midst of the grand melee he's forced to give her a one talon up. Which promptly gets him thwacked on the back of the skull by the Ogre using his other good arm. This causes him to be dazed once again, before there's a moment of sheepishness, and a roar as he charges forward again to try and finish the job.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' VesWho is next?"", she cuts down another undead. How about you?], the another ansi(+red,You?)], then another. ansi(+red,You? It's not enough! I need more! MORE MORE!!")], she keeps on swinging her axe cutting thought the undead, working her way toward one of the liches.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Ariel's tune becomes different, and a crate of Cure gummis labelled in purple begins to resonate. Their healing energies lash out, mending fighters and killing zombies in blasts of apprentice level magic. At an approximate cost of 10,000 gil. They so need to fetch more supplies. The group is running out of gummis now, and that won't do. But consciousness slowly leaves the smith. Only to bring a sharp pinch to his cheek as he is scolded to prevent passing out. That would be bad, if the artisan has a concussion too. In keeping with some dark and fell Disney Princess Magic, some of the zombies are dancing in a circle around the nonviolent form of Emi, frolicing merrily. This isn't anything Arthur's flute can do, Ariel is just literally magic. The Ogre however becomes more dangerous rather than less. It begins to weep uncontrollably at the funeral dirge somehow. Its arms fly out toward Percival in a haymaker. A Lich hears Mercade. It hears him directing the camp fighters to go after the Liches. "Oh, nice, very nice, hey, Jerry, get over here." The second Lich joins the first, hovering some distance above Mercade. "So you assume that just because we are Liches, we are the leaders?" The voice is like a sepulchre. An irritated, shrill sepulchre. "I bet you think that zombie gnomes run all the banks, hmm? What about Jim over there?" He gestures to the crying Ogre, which has ripped off its own left arm and is trying to beat Percival with it. "For all you know he could be upper management. Is it because we can fly? Pigeons can fly too but they aren't VPs in charge of horde poop flinging. That's Bernice in the Third Ziggurat, I swear the ignorance of some oh, right, fighting- ICE BLAST." And then the two let loose with a pair of giant ice shards that somehow conspire to be contemptuous as well as pointy. Vespa is standing in the middle of a small lake, which is washing outward. But at that precise second Maira lets fly. The holy energy /cleans the corrupted blood off the ground/. It dissolves the remainder of the dancing undead not re-killed by the other coordinated attacks - but the Liches have Turn Resistance +8, and the Ogre used to be a chaplain (yet another layer in his personality), so they are unaffected and still quite pissed.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel does have Disney Princess magic, which can sometimes cause song and dance numbers to spout for no particular reason. She therefore isn't too surprised anymore by any of this, but she keeps playing as it... seems to be helping somewhat? Her song comes closer to something like a lullaby. The healing energies must be helping... She would speak out, but flute playing definitely precludes this.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' The Dennous end up caught up in the impromptu dance number, some even going hand in hand with zombies and liches (or whatever). La la la! La la la! Looks like the Hivemind has been Disneyfiltrated! Thsi could be trouble! "Hush little zombie, don't say a word~, Mama's gonna buy you a final girl~" Umi sings.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva hands burst into holy flames as she leaps into the air somersaulting as she foes before she comes in for a landing in hopefully a larger pack of the undead. She'll leave the more important ones to the people stronger than her. She can handle cleaning up the fodder. She strikes brutally rapidly never once letting the flames about her fists fade "You shall be returned to your graves!" Minerva drops downs sweep kicking as her leg is covered with a aura of holy fire much like her fists have been all fight so far.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' VesThat's hurts.."She just throws her axe at the lich, it making contact and cutting it in half! NEXT.}", she makes her way to her axe, puching thought a undead head on her way to it.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' One of Avira's arms reaches up to give Maira a limp one-armed hug before the fire mage takes off. Hearing Arthur says he knows what went wrong was some reassurance but it couldn't dig her out of the mental morass she's fallen into at the moment. With Maira departed and everyone fighting the undead all around them, Avira slowly moves to unbuckle the safety belt currently holding her to the seat. The straps come undone and the small woman squirms her way out of it, forcing her sore self to move. Just as she rolls off the seat, a fireball touches down against it and spreads a small ring of flames. Made of gummi blocks, the material burns for only a few seconds before the fire goes out. There is slight charring but no melting. Realization dawns upon her, "...hey, the liches are talking. I've never heard them talk before. Well..." she thinks back to the Horned King attack in Traverse Town, "...okay maybe I have."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira continues pouring energy into the ward, hoping undead will keep mindlessly throwing themselves at it like bugs diving into a flame for as long as she can. Which is for about another minute. That is a great deal of energy to channel, and Maira cannot hold it long. Finally, she is forced to let it go. The light of the ward fails, as does the aura around Maira, guttering like a flame deprived of oxygen. Maira flops backward, passing out on the ground weakly, completely spent. Hopefully, it was worth it, because the magical ward is gone now.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur waves to Ariel, indicating she can probably stop. The Liches hover in the air, he points and says: "Someone capture." Then he's out of strength, arms fall by his side. He'll explain the stupid mistake to Avira in morning, for now he needs to focus on recuperation. It is going to take him a lot longer to heal.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel lowers the flute... She looks tired. She takes a big breath to stabilize her air intake (in a small way it's still weird to need air all the time rather than water sometimes). She frowns... "I hope he's going to be okay. Is everyone... doing all right?"

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Jim attempts to beat the Gargoyle to death with his left arm while sobbing. The Gargoyle actually lowers his sword briefly, just avoiding him with bodywork. "So your name is Jim? Upper management?" The Gargoyle makes a shhh, shhh type of motion, before stating, "Look, I know all about the pressures of leading an unholy horde of abominations. You can't let the stress get to you. And..." He curves an upward slice of pressure wave with azure streamers in an attempt to cut him in half, staring at the liches. "....No seriously, the troll is strong with you but this guy was barely middle management material." And then he falls back to the base because Maira's just passed out from mage exhaustion.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' One of the floating liches looks to the other, "He thinks we're leading this? Hah, don't be silly, we're not the-" Before this particular Lich can continue, Vespa's axe cleaves it in half and the pieces slap wetly to the ground into puddles of spreading rot. "...well that was disconcerting..." the remaining lich says and immediately turns tail to float straight upwards, mindful of the holy fire barrier that Maira has created around the camp. Maybe it could flee that way! The undead Ogre doesn't really have that luxury. But that undead ogre is also busily trying to beat Percival to death with its own arm so Jim at least gets badass points to him. Unfortunately for him, Percival's energy wave carves a partial line across the undead's body. Due to thickness it doesn't turn to be a clean cut through but because of the sheer size of the beast, the cleaved top half kind of slides off and snaps on its own.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa get her axe back. She pants looking quite tired.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' VesI'll take you all on..." she pants again calming down from her rage "Then again mabye not.. I think I'm a bit outnubmered here.. Oh well.: She get into defense stance, letting the unead come to her cutting down any that get in her reach, which is pretty good consider the size of her axe.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is panting a bit as she s whiping off what undead guts she can of her self she needs a shower, or she needs to learn how Maira sets herself on fire like that she needs to work on her elemental control more. She takes a deep breath and then exhales as she looks to make sure there are no undead left standing that they are not questioning.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade looks up at the Lich who is engaging him in sassery. He folds his arms, waiting patiently as he is read the riot act for making assumptions. And then he is buried in sassy, contemptious ice. Mercade yelps as the spikes hit, and he vanishes under chilliness and pain. Several seconds pass... And then there is a silent detonation as the ice vanishes in a wave of light, Mercade standing up, rumpled, wounded, and angry. "You know, there's some things I can't stand. You don't mess with the hat. You don't mess with the people I care about." He turns his hand upwards, and he focuses, power gathering around the Keyblade. "And I hate sass from malevolent entities who are trying to murder people." He hears Arthur in the distance asking for capture, and he grunts, changing his focus. Once again, he lashes out at the final lich, trying to draw it in... And he'll slam it into the ground. Several times. "Now sit down, and shut up while I beat you senseless, you son of a lich." this might go on for a while.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' If liches ever had the reputation of slow-moving undead, they should have it stricken from the record tonight. With the proper motivation, they can be quite speedy, and the remaining one seems well on his way to escaping by fleeing straight upward. Surely Maira's holy barrier didn't extend that high. However, it's crimes are numerous, among which murder and sassery could be counted. He isn't fast enough to escape Mercade Alexander, though not for lack of trying. Just when he thinks he's in the clear, Mercade's keyblade power drags him back in, the legendary weapon whipping him down to the ground. Close quarters is clearly a disadvantage for this particular undead since it did not give him enough time to properly form spells to cast. After it first touches down, the lich makes a lunge at Mercade...only to be brought down into the ground again. This continues for a painfully long time. "Enough already!" the lich croaks, "Stop this!"

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' It would be almost comical, really. Mercade has been flailing the lich back and forth into solid objects on a tether of holy power for several minutes. "You give up?" He says, pulling the lich in and grappling him, then slamming him down into the ground manually to put him in a hold. "ARM BARS EVERYWHERE!" Mercade yells with entirely too much enthusiasm. "Now call off the undead and hold still while we lock you down. Try anything sassy and I get back to seeing what breaks first: You, or the ground."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Both of those options are awful!" The lich complans as its arm is wrenched out of its socket by an excited keyblade weilder. Both get a small crowd which watches carefully at a distance that would mean they remain untouched. Beyond this pair, nothing else significant seems to be coming after them. between their combined magical might and the persistant fury, the camp is safe and the undead no longer advance. If the lich had been controlling the undead here, once beaten down like Mercade has, it would have lost that control though there doesn't seem to be any signs of this. But on the bright side, that lich has all but given up.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva comes up to the lich she takes a good look at them as Mercade does his thing. Given his powers he'll be far better with it than she'll be. Hopwever her first bursts into holy flame and she looks the lich over for a moment longer. She looks the lich over and says "Do not think he is the only one who can deal with you..." "Mercade? It was an honor to fight along side you again, but now I need to find a shower. Before I smell like a ditch in the trade city." She'll go to check on Avria first before tending to such.

The Game Has changed

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|Date of Scene=2013/08/22
|Location=Argon City
|Synopsis=After Avira and Deelel rescue Mercade from the games? The program in charge has to report to his superiors about the incident...it goes better than he hope, much to his shock.
|Cast of Characters=REXX, Tesler,Deelel
}}

REXX had not had a very good cycle, no he'd had a very bad one. He had lived through it and surprisingly the arena team had too but they'd lost the prisoners and worse it seems somehow the Renegade had gained supported from the two unknown programs that dropped in and started the whole jail break. He'd been summoned by Tesler to explain himself and he knew how that could go.

He entered into the command chamber to find the general waiting for him in his chair, the room was imposing and he noticed that there was no one else there. Not his aids or any other guards that put REXX a bit on edge at this point, this didn't look good.

"Lieutenant REXX I trust you have a good explanation for what occurred in arena?"

Tesler's voice was cold but not hostile, it was clear the General wasn't cleared and REXX wasn't about to leave much of an opening for himself to look even more the fool after this mess.

"A new weapon sir. The stray that had been added to the match, was armed with some sort of weapon I have not seen before."

Tesler's eyes narrowed at him. There was a hard edge to the General's voice as he replied to him.

"A new weapon you say? Do tell just what /sort/."

REXX handed over the pad with the information on it, and Tesler looked over the images of Mercade fighting along side the two unknown programs that broke into the arena. His eyes narrows the scans and general information was details enough to show whatever this thing was nothing like it had been seen on the grid before.

"Lieutenant? You are dismissed and this failure will show in your record. Do not fail again."

REXX nodded once salutes and departed without another word, shocked he wasn't cubes on the floor right now. He'd lucked out, if he hadn't done as such he was likely to get a very bad new posting but he was alive.

Tesler looked the data over for a moment longer and didn't like what he was going to have to do. He brought up a comm window and spoke after he opened the link.

"I need to speak to CLU, we have a situation in Argon and I have vital information."

Bar Brawl

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|Date of Scene=2013/08/29
|Location=Port Royal
|Synopsis=Deelel and Brooklyn head down to Port Royal, for a drink. What they find is a flat out bar brawl they get pulled up into with Zeke and his crew. Not to mention the other locals at the pub.
|Cast of Characters=Zeke, Deelel, Brooklyn
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Port Royal has had the great good fortune of avoiding most of the insanity revolving around the Heartless. Sure you could see the occasional 'tourist' that was plainly from off-world but with it being night out there really wasn't that much foot traffic. People either were sleeping because work or were on the docks loading or unloading cargo. Then you had people in the bars drinking, singing, and doing what people in stressful situations tend to do. And then there was Frank. Nevermind he wasn't human he was part of Zeke's crew so he got a pass to go into a few bars. Trouble is Frank is an angry drunk and he's so very very drunk right now. "Whathalookin at me like that fer lass?" He staggered about as Miri glowered up at him. "I'm fine." Tell that to the guy he'd sent sailing into the wall. Miri looked from Frank to Zeke as the captain gengerly approached his soused crewmember. "Frank." Zeke's voice was quiet but stern. "Why did you smash a mug against that man's head and send him throug ha table?" "Didn't like th'way he was lookin at me boss." Frank grumbled. "Don't you think you've had enough?" "NO!" Frank grabbed Miri in a sudden burst of speed and threw her at Zeke. "I'm not done and you can't make me!"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel had come to Port Royal again, she'd wanted to check it out a bit more this time. The last time she and Zidane had to train a bunch of heartless into the bay more or less. So perhaps this time she'll get to try this rum she's heard about here. Her clothing has changed as she arrived here, she's got a bandana on with a digital jolly roger for one, she's got on hip hugging leather pants, a shirt that doesn't quite go all the way to the pants, an bandoleer, long leather gloves, and thigh high leather boots she's also got a scabbard with what might be a sword within it and her disc looks almost like a mundane Indian throwing weapons and she's just come to check out things. however she's a bit surprised at things as she enters she looks to see basically a hole? Wait a hole? What in the name of her user was going on here?

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' There may be a slight posibility that Brooklyn has a bit of an obsession with pirates. So when he had heard there was a world that practically revolved around their existance, he dusted off the old Halloween costume and headed out. Right now, he's looking for a seedy bar where he can get a mug of grog. Someone in town seemed more than happy to direct him towards this particular establishment of ill repute, and Brooklyn has come upon it in time to spy the Zeke shaped hole in the wall...And Deelel.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' While Miri had bounced right back up and in the process had gained about a foot or two in hieght and lots of hair... and had in general gone from Human to WErewolf looking Zeke just kinda continued to lay on the ground. "That was not my best moment," He muttered as he slowly got to his feet. "Not my best moment at all." Meanwhile the now lupine Miri was dragging Frank out of the bar while punching him in the face and saying things of a very colorful nature in Russian. And then someone from another bar saw this goings on and threw a bottle at Miri's head. "Oi! Get yer dirty filthy paws of that elephant ye mutt." Mutt? Miri's ears twitched. Did someone call her a Mutt? At the exclaimation everything stopped. Zeke stared as Miri's eyes narrowed while she let go of Frank... who or is Part flexed his now free arms and started marching right behind Miri. Oh... dear this was NOT going to go over well. Zeke dusted himself off and caught sight of Deelel. Of course the problem is he's never seen Deelel in 'normal' clothes so no recognition. "Down lass!" Somewhere out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Brooklyn and grinned. "Not one o my men but." He gave a whistle. "You there, can ye fight? I need help breakin this mess up before it turns-" Suddenly chair decided to go flying! "Ah... worse?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks over at Brooklyn for a moment, she was not one to judge how well one fit in a world. After all she was very alien to most of the worlds she'd seen in terms of what she was made up. Meanwhile Zeke seems like he's having some more adventures of his own. She walks up to him smirking a little bit for a moment. "Seems like you been having some fun Captain." Ah the warble should give her away to someone who knows her well enough. She looks over to Brooklyn for a moment.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "I can fight, yeah!" Brooklyn calls out, as he moves up to Zeke, and then ducks a flying chair, "Aw hell. Things seem to already be turning worse. Oh well. Guess we'd better get in there!" The gargoyle's eyes (or rather, at least the one without the eyepatch), flare white and he rushes in through the big hole on the wall, flaring his wings out as he dives onto a table and leaps off of it into the middle of the fray.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Brooclyn dove into what was turning into a dozen-man brawl... with most of the guys ganging up on Frank and Miri. Given both were supernaturally strong and seemed to be busting heads quite well this wasn't much of a surprise. Then the cyclopse spotted Brooklyn and snarled before hurling a chair at the poor fellow. Zeke finally caught on when deelel spoke. "Aye lady things be interestin right now." He muttered something incoherent while watching the mayhem. "Wonder wha's gotten innna him. Usually Frank's the calm center when everythin's gone all daft."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel tilts her head a little bit "A fight?" Deleel weapons tend to lean more lethal at leas for those from her world. However she can bra2wl at the very least. She sighs and leaps after Brooklyn. She sighs for a moment and then leaps into the fight right after him. A brawl all right this would be a bit of a new experience for the basic as she gets into just a regular knock down drag out bar brawl! Seriously how does she keep getting into things like this with users? She had to wonder about it but right now she's in the tick of things.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' Uh oh. Not a good sign. The chair smacks square into Brooklyn and sends his flight path off course, which makes him crash down behind the bar. He grabs a bottle of rum, and pops the cork on it, taking a big drink, before jumping back up onto the bar proper, "Avast, ye skurvy dogs! Have at thee!" He dives off the bar towards Frank, his enhanced Gargoyle strength hopefully enough to take the big guy off his feet

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' When Frank whent down he kindof took a table with him since table wasn't designed to handle eight hundred pounds. Miri for her part snarled at Brooklyn. "Get back to yer city and stay out of our business. Zeke quirked an eyebrow at Deelel's intepretation of Mosh Mosh Revolution before whistling. Loud. "Alright that's enough!" He fired a pistol into the air. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" "Uh-oh." Frank swallowed hard as Zeke pulled his necklace of istols off and removed his jacket. Zeke never takes his jacket off, at least he hadn't so far as Frank could see. "Ye be an embarassment t'our guests boyo." And then a random drunk punched him in the gut. "I WASN"T TALKIN TO YE!" Zeke countered with a chair to the sod's face.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has a surprisingly good right hook all things considered. She manages to get another good hit in before Zeke fires a round into the air ya that's enough to get her to stop she pauses half way way though punching someone. She lets go and starts to get back up and she looks over to Zeke with a, this isn't normal look. She knows little about this world so she'd assumed this was normal. Brooklyn seems to be having a good deal of fun all things considered.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "Your business is disrupting a whole town?" Brooklyn asks, as he rolls off of where he tackled Frank and glares at Miri. Of course then Zeke fires a shot into the air, and gets everyone's attention. Brooklyn sits up and turns his head towards him after the shot, only to watch him get slugged, and smash a chair over the man's head, "I just wanted to come here and drink. Wasn't expecting a fight."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke shoved the now dazed attacker of of him and helped miri up before both helped Frank up. "Both of ye. Back to th'ship Now. We discuss yer puhishments Later." Then to the bartender he droped a bag of coin. "I hope this will cover th'damages an a round." Frank and Miri sulked off with the latter litterally holding her tail between her legs. Only then did he address Brooklyn. "Ye be from Manhatten Ser Grgoyal?" Someone put a mug o something in front o Deelel.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel nods in agreement with Brooklyn. She didn't come here seeking a fight herself either maybe she just got carried away, but seriously she wasn't here looking for a fight of any sort. "I just came for a drink as well." She looks at the mug for a moment thens he goes to grab it and start drinking it she's curious as to what it is.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "I am." Replies Brooklyn, as he smiles a bit, "Wanted to see a pirate tavern first hand...Didn't think I'd wind up nearly getting killed by a cyclops and a werewolf in the process.." He says, "How'd you wind up with them on your crew?"

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Deelel managed to snag rum. Actual Honest-to-Flynn Rum. Zeke laughed a bit at Brooklyn. "Wel I needed a crew and they were willing to sign on and wored well enough. Odd though" Zeke was handed a beer, as in a brown bottle of beer which was... new. He sipped it and raised an eyebrow then looked to the barkeep. "Normally good fok but I"ll make a point ot keep Frank on a short leash with alchohol. Didn't realize he's a lightweight."

The Selection Cup Rally

2013-08-30T03:41:09Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/08/26
|Location=Sugar Rush
|Synopsis=Sugar Rush holds it's daily race... but everything goes wrong, secrets are revealed, and touching moments are had... it's... TURBO-TASTIC!!!
|Cast of Characters=Will Sherman, Deelel, Reno, Blackbird, Serah Farron, Wreck-It Ralph, King Candy, Sergeant Calhoun, Vanellope
|Tinyplot=Wreck-it Ralph TP
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[King Candy]] has posed:''' The Selection Cup Derby is in full swing! And by Royal Decree, King Candy has forbidden all foreigners from participating. After all, what if they made it into the top nine? Then they'd be selectible as a racer, only they wouldn't be there to race the next day! And that would cause all kinds of unfortunate problems. Like getting the game disconnected after maintence failed to repair the 'problem'! A King has to look out for his subjects, after all! And so those wishing to take part in the festivities are, sadly, limited to the viewing stands. The nice, safe viewing stands where hundreds of candy-themed sprites and cheering their little hearts out... because a surprise racer has entered the race! Little Vanellope von Schweets, the black-sheep dark-horse with raven-hair and an at'i'tuuuude. And the little firecracker is in second KING CANDY his royal self! The pair plunge into the Snocone Caves, a cold and dark place of ice and colorful syrupy goodness, their personal battle for 1st place being displayed on the Megalotron(tm) Screen back at the finish line. King Candy throws a jawbreaker over his shoulder that quickly grows to the size of a boulder. "You can't beat me, little girl! No GLITCH is ever going to defeat the great KING CANDY at his own game, don'tcha know!"

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Scuttling through the rows of cottonball candies, you can see the similarly colored Serah, trying not to overly disturb as she slides over to her seat. Yeah, with all candies sorted out by sections like this, they apparently thought she would fit right in there, so they gave her this ticket. It feels weird being surrounded by candies and sweets like that, but... guess its still not the weirdest thing that happened in this new world. She finds her way to her seat, and waits for the celebrations to start up. "Is there a problem being a glitch?" She doesn't know much about computers and games, but it doesn't really sound fair either. She plops a pack of peanuts into her lap, starting to munch quietly as a snack. She'd be worried about eating actual candies in this world.

:'''[[Vanellope]] has posed:''' Vanellope just /knew/ racing was in her code! She has proved it by blowing almost every other racer out of the water! All except one--King Candy. But this little spitfire is NOT giving up! Vanellope reacts quickly when King Candy throws a jawbreaker over his shoulder at her car, steering to the side quickly, car going up on two wheels to balance precariously before it comes back down solidly and picks up speed, trying to pass King Candy. "I am NOT a GLITCH!" she yells, stepping on the gas. The engine of the sweet-laden vehicle roars, the car lurching forward as Vanellope takes maneuvers to try to slide past King Candy into first place! "I can do this, I can do this, I can WIN!" she chants to herself. VROOOM!

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will looks proud, he had helped Vanellope build her car through a super special side quest, but right no Will was here... Disguised as MYSTERIOUS HOBO W. Who is just will with a Luchadore Mask on at the edge of the stands cheering on Vanellope! And also maybe counting cheating with his own brand of cheating when she gets in range of luck boosts. Which is to say, once every lap she makes. He doesn't help her win, but he does aim to help her against CHEATING KING CANDIES who are MEAN and also fat. The MYSTERIOUS HOBO W also has a cape that flaps in the wind. He sure hopes Umi stays focused on being the wind long enough to make his apperance dramatic.

:'''[[Reno]] has posed:''' A certain Turk is in the stands, disappointed that he couldn't haven taken part in the race. But in everything there is an opportunity, and Reno is taking this opportunity to do some business. "Hey lady, giving out free materia samples--have a fire materia, you be careful with that now," he says to a random passerby, winker before he moves over to Serah, offering her a glowing orb. "Hey there, how about a lightning materia. Something about you says lightning..." he offers with a sly grin.

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird huffed at the whole 'forgieners couldn't participate' since she even had one of those nifty light-cycles from the grid. Still the view was nice, though diabetic inducing if she thought too hard about it. Then she heard Reno pipe up. "Oi!" She shot a hand up and waved it ot try getting his attention, which meant she was just one of a few thousand noisemakers in the crowd waving hands. "Lightning Materia. I have Munny!" She din't know what Materia was made out of so in blissful ignorance she thought to snag something magic to play with. Given she had a worker drone, and all sort of electronic gizmos that needed power something that made electricity seemed a good idea. So Handwaving shouting. Just another spectator in the crowd... except she was one of the few non-candy beings out here. She kept her eyes out, however, for that little glitch, Ralph, and other assorted oddballs she saw last time. Each she wanted to see for diferent reasons. Still enjoy the show they might not even be here.

:'''[[King Candy]] has posed:''' "You're the glitchiest glitch that ever did glitch!" King Candy replies, cutting his throttle abruptly as he cuts in front of Vanelope to cut her to the pass as he cuts her to the Quik! That's a lot of cutting and at least one pun within a pun, and it's terrible. The King's cart swerves back and forth... but Vanelope manages to slip his bumper and starts pulling up along side him. "You don't seem to get it, Vanelope! I'm the big sugardaddy around here!" As she starts to pull ahead, the King fights a little dirty, pulling into a hard swerve against the rear half of Vanelope's racer. There's a crunch on impact and the girl's kart is forced lateral in comparison to the track, now being pushed along by King Candy's racer. "You know, if you'd just been content with what you had, this wouldn't have had to happen!" There's a fork in the road ahead... literally, it's a giant fork like you'd find on a dinner table, just sticking out of the road in order to mark the two branching paths in the road. And Vanelope's being pushed right into it!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel had come better prepared than the last time she was here, things had happened rapidly in her life, such as the truth about her home. Finding her way back to her home and just what was going on back there. She had not forsaken the Arcade or it's people she'd just also had other things to tend to, but she's not forgotten Vanellope. How could she? To see one of her kind without a function yet the desire for one was a form of torture had the King behaved better about it she might think a bit more of it. Yet? She had an ace up her sleeve even if things went badly, still she could not find TRON. To speak to about perhaps fixing Vanellope to be functional enough to perhaps leave. There was a wide world out there and she'd seen after all with humans and other species who were born without function. They could find such in the more open world beyond. Also she was totally going to enter the race herself now where had Will got himself to? Where was the king of all hobos? She spotted Serah for a moment and sighs she'll explain to her later as Vanellope gets mad at her. She can't fault her for such there's just some break downs in communication between organic and digital life she's found. Speaking of Hobo there is one here. Who is totally not Will she wonders where did Will go and who was this other mysterious Hobo W? She turns over her shoulder as she looks over at Reno for a moment and smirks a little bit. "I see they got you out working again mmm Reno?" She's brought a coin to enter the race and had come prepared for just how crazy this world got. Not having respawn was something she was used to every day, it was rare if unheard of for a program to be constantly backed up and restored upon death. It really took an act of Flynn there. "Greetings programs."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "VANELLOPE! DON'T LET THE FAT MAN FRIGHTEN YOU! BELIEVE IN ME THAT BELIEVES IN YOU WHO BELIEVES THAT YOU CAN WIN!" he shouts, suddenly on his seat and balling his fists into his hips while he makes a /DRAMATIC/ POSE right towards the Race. He looks around him, then at Deelel, "Flap my cape!" he demands and then continues to look HOBO inspiring! Mysterious Hobo W will be the figure that INSPIRES HIS FRIEND to victory, while also twisting luck in such a way to make her make the impossible possible...if she belives in the power that he believes in the power that she beleives in the...

:'''[[Wreck-It Ralph]] has posed:''' Wreck it Wreck it Ralph is not moving as fast as he can because when it comes to racing there's a limit to what his colossal hands can do. He has likely assisted with cart making (Vanellope has to win in order for himt o get his medal back so he can go live in a penthouse apartment and also maybe have a piece of pie oh man he'd love a piece of pie). Umi may be in the background, holding up one of those squirt-and-fan things up to Will's cape to make it blow. She will likely be doing this the entire time in the background because of alt interaction rules barring her from actually being helpful. Nevertheless, Ralph is presently waiting, and watching. If he goes out there and screws up the race, he won't get his medal! "Why that little punk..." He murmurs, hiding behind some MINTY BUSHES as he holds up a pair of BEER GOGGLES from tappers to get a closer look at the proceedings. Ralph isn't sure how to feel about Will calling people fat. Some people just are born that way, Will, it's not very nice and sure, it may be King Candy, but Ralph is certainly a big guy too and he has feelings too. Oi oi oi..." He says, peering at the jumbotron. "That dirty rotten uh..." He trails off as he fails to think of an insult appropriate for King Candy. "Stinkmeaner." He resolves, a bit anticlimatically.

:'''[[Vanellope]] has posed:''' King Candy is ruthless! Really, what is his problem!? Vanellope is about to reply with something snappy and sarcastic when King Candy slams his car into hers--so she screams instead. "Are you crazy!?" she shouts, struggling to keep control of her car, hands on the jerking wheel. Then she happens to glance back, knowing there was a divide in the road--she's heading right for the fork! She's going to slam right into it. It occurs to her in that moment, that King Candy may actually be trying to KILL her! She tries to steer out of predicament but she's stuck fast on King Candy's car. Somewhere, someone is shouting her name! They believe in her. Her /friends/ believe in her! She's not just a glitch, she a--GLITCH! That's it! Time seems to slow slightly as she concentrates. "Know I said I wasn't going to do it again but I gotta do it just one more time--come on....GLITCH!" she says. For the first time ever, she's happy to glitch out, because it quite probably saves her life. Vanellope and her car blur into a mess of disorganized pixels with a sound much like a scratch on a turntable. Its a mere second before she would have been, well, completely and totally /forked/. Suddenly, she's ahead of King Candy, all her pixels in order, her hands on the wheels and her foot on the gas, taking control of her car once more! Vanellope lets out of woop of glee, "WOOOO!" then guns it.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron gasps as she watches the action on the big screen. Vanellope almost got rammed into that wall there. "Is that really part of the game? I'm glad I didn't get into that race, what if it killed me? There are no continues for us..." She sighs a bit, munching on some peanuts as she nods to deelel. But then there's Reno that appears out of nowhere and offers her... lightning? How did he know exactly? She takes the glowing ball, looking at it "What is this?" She wonders, she's never seen this before, but she can feel the magic... probably because she's a magic user herself now, thanks to l'Cie ownership.

:'''[[King Candy]] has posed:''' "Hey, hey, what are you doing there?! Are you trying to use the Force? Because that's a totally different franchise, Vanellope, and I won't have any of it in Sugar Rush! I don't care what the lawyers say, until that deal goes down and Eisner says otherwise, no skywalking in this game!" King Candy looks towards the viewers at home, sternly. The fork in the road looms ever closer, only seconds away. "What what what!?" King Candy replies, reeling backwards and pinwheeling his arms as if Vanellope's glitching were contageous. Vanellope pulls ahead in a dramatic display and with a shriek, King Candy appearently plows into the fork, the camera cutting out around him to follow in on Vanellope. She powers out of the caves and into the long straighaway that's the only thing seperating her from the finish line. Surely she can do this! And then a dark shadow passes over her racer. King Candy's car slams into the ground ahead of her, having launched off of the ramp on the upper path. The monarch throws his wheel into a hard twist, spiralling around to drive backwards, just ahead of Vanellope's kart. Bumper to bumper, the King climbs out of his seat. "I... FORBID you to cross that finish line!" He rips off his three-horn apparatus (the notes set so that he can hand-honk 'La Cucaracha' at his leasure) and takes several hard swings at Vanellope herself! That's VERY dirty cricket. "I won't let you undo all my hard work!"

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird took a drink from the space paranoids branded go-mug she'd brought with her to the arcade. She looked very little like Deelel. She wasn't a fighter, or at least hse kept telling herself that but the whole 'sovriegn monarch is trying to shove poor girl into a litteral fork left her fighting every instinct to keep from grabbing the baton she had tucked away. That'd just cause a huge pileup mess. Odd considering she wasn't a racer she wore a very race-inspired jumpsuit. Blue jumpsuit with gold flames at the sleeves and legs. What? She'd come hoping maybe she could get in. Then she spotted Deelel and whistled. "Yo! Deel!" She tried finding a path to get through, all while keeping an eye out for Reno in case materia fastball special. And then... Vanellope solves the problem of how to rescue herself from the situation. "WOOOHOO! Work it girl work it!" She was extatic. She didn't care if Vanellope was leftover data and the cabinate art was wrong and outdated! Nothing was going ot keep that little half-pint down and c'mon, what was Candy's problem anyway?

:'''[[Reno]] has posed:''' Reno slaps away a hand grabbing for his bag, "Hands off a death materia yo," he says to a passing Sourpatch Kid (the 'nonprime, noncomposite'-level death has since been canceled from manufacture, since level one enemies are so rare and puny you wouldn't need a death materia for them anyhow... what damage could he possibly do?), and then looks over to the other, Blackbird, who's calling that she's got munny. He shoots her a smile. "Well if you've got the munny, I've got a few leveled up materia in here I /suppose/ I could sell you..." he begins. Reno then looks back to Serah, grinning. "Materia, it will let you cast the lightning spell. You just equip it," she says to her, waving a hand nonchalantly as if it should be obvious. Reno looks at the screen then as everyone's eyes turn. "Whoa...not cool, yo," he comments.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks to Mysterious Hobo X and nods for a moment and moves to slap his cape she can't help but be amused about their there's a stupid grin on the basic's face. If the Mysterious Hobo X wants this she can provide such for him. She gets to slapping it while she keeps watching the race. It's quite the race at this point she can only get views on the large display screens. That's all she can see she's is pretty sure that something strange is going on with the race she's not sure what and she looks to the master of hobos for a moment. "No continues where I'm from barring an act of Flynn." Come on Van Deelel knows you can prove what you were made to do and if not made chose to do. Hey Blackbird." She goes back to watching the race.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Wi-MYSTERIOUS RACER W, looks back at Ralph and nods once! "Indeed my hobo friend, this man is indeed that!" MRW says with a nod... but Vanellope proves that the power of Friendship and BELIEVING in yourself is stronger than ANY force. "Go! LET NOTHING STAND IN YO-" WHAM! "Well...there is something to be said about persistance!" Will says, crossing his arms, "DUCK VANELLOPE! DUCK!" he says...hopefully, his use of DUCK can be used for good...or perhaps there is no need to help. This perhaps, has to be won by Vanellope's own will... "GO VANELLOPE! LET NOTHING STOP YOU! WE BELIEVE IN YOU! WE ALL DO!"

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird jjust kinda stared as the camera showed Candy go from simply trying to beat Vanellope to candy... trying to beat hrer black and blue. "Wait what the?" She grabbed a random candy spectator, "I dunno but unless this is road rash that's very against the rules. Seriously what?" Candy shrug. Blackbird stood in her seat screaming obsceneties thankfully drownd out by the crowd reaction. She was not happy. Very not happy. Whether Reno had tossed her anything or not was more or less forgotten. Things were wrong here. She wasn't versed in the Deep Magic of assembly on arcade boards bt something felt off about Candy. The fanatacism to keep a glitch from causing his whole home from getting unplugged would be understandable, except... "Jeeze." She muttered, "What's his problem? This is just a game.. Right?"

:'''[[Wreck-It Ralph]] has posed:''' "Ha!!" Ralph says, hopping into the air excitedly. "You did it!" He accidentally punches over a nearby candy apple tree nearby which crashes noisily nearby. He cringes and quickly ducks down behind it once more. "Heh...just gotta get past that lousy king and it's all in the--w..w--wait, he's punching at her?! Is...that in the manual...?" A cute little baby cybug waddles up to Ralph's leg and nuzzles it happily. "Oh hey there little guy." Ralph says. "Uh, not now, I'm kinda busy." He shooes the cybug off and it waddles off for a moment. Then he pauses for a moment, "wait..." The cybug waddles up again and nuzzles at him. "No no, not now, I've gotta think, something's bugging me." He pauses for a moment as a larger shadow hovers over him and he turns around and sees an ADULT cybug, painted up like a candy cane, staring at him and hovering in space. "Uh..." He looks PAST that cybug and sees a virtual army busting out of the ground and swarming for the the race. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Ralph screams in terror and charges onto the track. This naturally only causes even more of a panic from the people of the kingdom already terrified of him as Candy People start fleeing in a massive panic that does nobody any good which is only FURTHER compounded by the swarm of bugs charging and fluttering for the race track. Of course the other problem is there are bugs literally BURSTING out of the ground right now in a horrific geyser of candy bug heartless that look to consume anything and everything as prey. "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Ralph screams more. He has had some experiences with these bugs before.

:'''[[Vanellope]] has posed:''' The finish line is in sight. She can't believe it! She's almost there! This is it! Everything is going to change. Her whole life was going to get better. No more rejection, no more being made fun of and feeling useless. No more feeling like she didn't belong! She was going to win, and then she'd be a real racer! A dark cloud descends on her hope--except its not a cloud at all, but King Candy's car slamming down in front of her, bumper to bumper. Vanellope screams in frustration and alarm, struggling to keep control of her car as King Candy starts trying to physically assault /her/! Either this guy is a really, REALLY bad sport, or there's something seriously rotten in candytown! He's not just trying to beat her. He's trying to stop her from crossing the finish line. "What are you talking about!? You're crazy!" she cries, trying to steer as she tries to avoid his punches. A familiar voice from the stands yells DUCK! And Vanellope does so, avoiding a flailing attack from King Candy. Then another familiar voice, as Ralph starts screaming. Vanellope looks over to see horrible BUG things bursting up from the ground in a swarm. The crowd goes wild. And not in a good way! Vanellope's eyes are big, round, and terrified!

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Wi-MYSTERIOUS HOBO W looks up in shock and then horror... "Oh gods.." he says, as the Cybugs make their appearance. He calls for back up, but they may not get here in time...where was the Sergant lady?! "RALPH!" Pause... "YEAH! Go help Vanellope! I'll go get the other people some time!" he says and then looks towards the Cybugs decending on the poor people! He pauses...there isn't any denying this he can't hold back... "DYNAMIC..." He shouts and LEAPS into the air soaring high into the sky. The sun is eclipsed by the form of the Hobo King as he starts... "HOBO!" And then falls like a meteor right towards the Cybug Swarm, "KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!" And he aims to litterally dive through the swarm in a overly dramatic fire kick formation!

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' <CSYS> Will Sherman Swapps to his Mysterious Hobo W Style.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron blinks at the commotion. She doesn't keep the materia, she having it handed off back to Reno, her attention is taken by what's going on the screen... and at the finish line just below of them. "What... oh no. Not those bugs again! That's not good at all! They will end up eating the entire world!" She gets out of her seat, and quickly jumps out of the stands, going to join up with Ralph, he knows about those bugs as well. Wanna-be teacher Serah shouts over to Ralph "Over here!" She waves him toward the finish line, as the bugs are swarming everywhere around from the geyser. The exit to the realm is beyond that road, to the Game Station.

:'''[[Sergeant Calhoun]] has posed:''' Meanwhile, on the direct opposite side of the track where Ralph is watching the brave little Glitch that Could... "Darned candy-coated, sugar-infested, diabetes-causing-" Sergeant Calhoun grumbles as she picks her way over the terrain, smacking a handheld-sized electronic device against a gauntleted palm. With each whack, sparkly pink powdered sugar spills out of the piece of hardware and the tiny screen flickers. If the device was in poor shape, Calhoun herself is arguably worse. Fortunately, her ultra-alloyed standard-issue space marine hardsuit protected her from the ravages of miles and miles of undiluted glucose. However that does mean it is coated in various candy gunk, which was having unacceptable effects on her mobility. Mysteriously, her blonde hair remains perfectly untouched. Something on her handheld pings, showing her a cybug presence directly in front of her. The screen fizzles again and that single ping turns into hundreds, "But that's-" abruptly, she looks up just as the swarm begins to rise behind Ralph. Ralph?! "YOU!!!" she scowls as one hand reaches behind her to pull out the standard issue beam rifle. For a few seconds, it looks like she's about to SHOOT RALPH, only to fire right over his shoulder to take out a cybug. Her other hand is tightening into a fist that threatens to crush her cybug tracking device. "You and I will talk. LATER."

:'''[[King Candy]] has posed:''' King Candy starts swinging away, cracking through the sugar-glass of Vanellope's windshield before taking several swipes at Vanellope herself! "I DIDN'T RE-PROGRAM THIS GAME SO THAT YOU, OR THAT HALITOSIS RIDDEN WARTHOG OR THAT (strangely attractive) HOBO TAKE IT ALL AWAY FROM ME!" As Vanellope starts losing control of her giltching due to the stress, the glitching runs up King Candy's arm as he grabs the girl's collar. The effects are dramatic. King Candy starts to glitch, fuzzing in and out of 8-bit pixels, before they start coalescing into a much more hi-def version of a funny-looking little man with a skull-white face, yellow eyes and matching teeth, and a white jumpsuit with a red cross on the helmet. What the funny fudge?! "I'M TURBO!" King Candy declares, displayed for all to see on the Megalotron(tm) Screen, his form still re-pixelating between Turbo and King Candy. "THE GREATEST RACER EVER! AND I CAN NOT BE DEFEA--" A geyser of Cybugs opens in front of the pair; King Candy's car, King Candy's crown, and King Candy's petard (not to mention the rest of him) go falling into the cybug filled abyss because his car, travelling backwards, doesn't have the speed to make the jump! Nor does Vanellope, but she has another weapon in her arsenal, however! "YAAAAA HAAA HOOO WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" King Candy shrieks as he plunges to certain(?) doom!

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird's shouts at King Candy became shouts for candied spectators to make way, head for Game Central Station. Clear out. She had a gun in one hand and her baton had turned into a short rod. She's seen these bugs before in Space Paranoids and they were Very Very not good news. "CY-BUGS!" She shoved candies out of her way as she started firing into hte mass of insects. Her gun was unloaded and hadn't actually held bullets in weeks, but it was a good focus for her magic. Fire. Pew Pew Pew. Little spurts of flame sailed into the bugs and would probably ignight anything that wasn't Cy-Bug due to the fact suger burns very nicely. As she fired she used her baton to usher candies towards the game's exit ."Go go go go go!" She should have focused her magic on re-enforcing Ralph since he was a far more effective bruiser than she'd ever be, but she wanted to get the bug's attention away from the candy people. Her motions were not smooth or practiced. She was afraid, but she was acting."Serah! Buff Ralph! He's a bigger tank than either of us!" Something about the Jumbotron caught her attention. Wait... that couldn't be.... she's SEEN that guy before. She was there when... "It can't be...." Wait. What the... What? WHAAAAT?!

:'''[[Wreck-It Ralph]] has posed:''' Ralph runs into someone he finds considerably more terrifying than a cybug. He raises his hands into the air and keeps them up there even after CAlhoun shoots a bug past him. "Where'd all these come from!? The cybug that was in the ship with me fell in Nesquik Sand! There's no way it could have survived! Sure, I mean, we never found the body, but--" Ralph trails off and because people in this universe are generally pretty cognizent of the fact that they are video game characters, he facepalms directly and takes a moment to look absolutely freaking miserable. He sighs. "Some hero I turned out to--" King CAndy si shouting over something at the Turbotron. Ralph can't freaking hear it at all, but he doesn't have to. He looks up, and recognizes him. "/Turbo/? No way!" He says, and then realizes-- "Vanellope!" He starts lumbering his way through the crowd to try and make it to his glitchy compadre. Well, okay, maybe he forgot that it's basically a teleport--Ralph isn't that bright. Speaking of not too bright, Umi tries shooting electricity at a cybug but the cybug swallows the electric blast and becomes a being of living electricity and starts spraying bolts of electric voltage everywhere. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU POSE IN SOMEONE'S ALT AND SORT OF FORCE ALT INTERACTION, WILL SHERMAN! It's like time travel, it always goes poorly. Umi, naturally, starts running away from random electric bursts because she too is also not that bright. Will Sherman does have better luck though, Will Sherman kicks a cybug and sends it sprawling away. The other ten Cybugs around him immediately try to eat him because that's really the most ironic possibility here. Ralph passes by Serah. "Sorry can't talk now, gotta save Vanellope!" He pauses for a moment before adding, "Come along--if you want?" He doesn't really know these outsiders too well, but right now they're pretty much all he's got. MEANWHILE, ELSWHERE IN THE CANDY KINGDOM Fix It Felix is all by himself, lost. "Ralph? Sgt. Calhoun? Anybody? Gosh." He sits down on a chocolate stump. "I wonder where everybody is." His back just so happens to turn away from the giant geyser of cybugs that can even be seen from there.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron nods to Blackbird. That's something she can do. She has healing powers like this, so she starts concentrating her magical energies... and then Ralph runs past her. She almost gets bowled over, so when Ralph looks back with his pause, she's actually disapeared. That's because she managed to get caught on his back, hands balled into his shirt @_@ "Watch it!" She phews, her light frame just clingling up and climbing his back "Lead the way then, I'll help you!" She finishes casting her spells, surrounding Ralph in layers of protection and speed.

:'''[[Vanellope]] has posed:''' Vanellope can't help but glitch in such a stressful situation! She is however, surprised to see that her glitching IS contagious! This is drowned up by fear and pure confusion as King Candy reveals his true identity. Of course, Turbo doesn't mean anything to her, so she just yells and tries to keep from crashing! King Candy falls into a ravine, and Vanellope would have followed him if not for her glitching. "Glitch glitch glitch!" she cries as she seems to teleport over the gap and past it. Sadly, she's unable to completely keep control of her car as she tries to avoid cybugs, spinning out until she crashes into a candy cane post. Luckily, she'd slowed herself enough so that the impact wasn't too severe. She spots Ralph running toward her, waving as she tries to restart her car. She HAS to cross the finish line! "Ralph! Ralph! I have to finish the race!" she cries, trying to get the engine of her confection to turn over. What, is it flooded with cream filling or something!?

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is having one of those moments where you don?t' think it's actually happening until it sinks in a little bit. This is one of those times as it sinks in what the King is saying to Vanellope, what he seems to be trying to do she has to agree the dude be crazy. "I know she can do it and ..." Cybugs, oh by her user this was bad timing. She already s going for her disc now as Mysterious Hobo X gets into the swing of things. She also goes for her disc, it's pulled off her back and thankfully that's not quite what she's using today. Arthur had helped to make her another weapon that acted just like a program's disc. A Chakram has been worked into mounted under her actual ID disc. She takes the weapons in one hand puts her ID disc back. Given the risk of Cybugs eating half her soul she'd rather not risk it and away she goes launching the throwing weapon ad she moves to lend a hand. "Lets move." There may be more over the jumbo tron. She may hear some of it she cringes perhaps but she's now got a whole bunch of cybugs to worry about and getting a bunch of innocent people out. "Move it head for the exit get to game central warn them that this game is being over run." She continues to strike out at the cybugs with her disc even as Candy reveals he is the infamous Turbo. The game program who went mad and game hoped at the cost of his own and another game's end. Things just went from bad to even worse.

:'''[[Reno]] has posed:''' a frown crosses Reno's face as King Candy is revealed for all to be... a pale jaundice-eyed crazy man! "UGH." Reno sneers at the sight. "I sure ain't looking foreword to tomorrow's business negotiations with THAT guy, yo." And he fell to his (probably final and certainly not verifiable) doom as horrible mutant bugs spewed everywhere. "..." "...Careful what you wish for, huh?" Reno says, unsurprisingly nonchalant. Oh well, desperate fight for survival time! Reno cracks his neck to the left and the right, then with a sudden flick of his wrist, his electromag rod is in his hand, humming with crackling energy. Time to show them all how do do things Turks-style. Reno held up a hand, causing a blue-green glow of materia to envelop Deleel and Blackbird, both of whom seem to be right nearby. "Barrier Materia, ladies. First one's a freebie."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Mysterious Hobo W fears no consiquences of Alt Interaction! In the background of the shot, CAPGRAS devours a Cybug. However, the Cybug he kicked is GONE, however, this leaves him surrounded. He ducks, moves, and MATRIX styles from their hunger mouths, aiming to consume hime whole! "Nope!" he says, and punches one right across the mouth, followed by a Flip back and to safety. "HEY CYBUGS! LOOK AT ME! I HAVE UNIQUE ABILITIES!" he says, and starts running distraction for the citizens of Candy Kingdom. Then Will runs, narrowly avoiding a claw that scraps his leg. "GUYS BLAST THE CYBUGS CHASING MEEEEEE!"

:'''[[Sergeant Calhoun]] has posed:''' 'Turbo' huh? Calhoun hears it all, but being the newest game in the arcade meant she wasn't around when that 'Incident' went down. She's only heard the story in passing-but it was haunting enough. It was a story that ended in getting unplugged. ...which would no doubt need to happen to this particular game if it reached mass cybug saturation. "GET EVERYONE OUT ASAP!" Calhoun barks, validating the instructions Deelel had conveyed moments before. There's a grim look on her face as she backs away, firing rapidly as she does. Cybugs fall as the sergeant is able to drop them with ease like it's her job. Discarding the pretty much useless cybug tracking device, Calhoun yells into her inbuilt communicator, demanding the rest of her squad to immediately report to this game. Will will find just as a cybug rears up in his face with its tooth-filled maw spreading open that the creature is blasted away sideways by a large beam of white light. Calhoun stands there looking largely unamused.

:'''[[King Candy]] has posed:''' Cybugs continue to erupt everywhere. It's total chaos and panic and BLAAAAAARGH all over the island! It's a tragedy, it's a farce, it's... it's going to be /really/ bad for King Candy's new tourism initiative. That's assuming King Candy is still the head honcho tomorrow. Assume he has a head tomorrow. Or a honcho to be head thereof.

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird put her baton through a Cybug that'd decided her gun would be tasty to nom on. "You are not getting my gun you freaky clone making thing!" Then she pointed that same baton at Deelel and sent her magic through it to wrap layers of protective and regenerative magics on the art program turned fighter. There wasn't much else to say other than the fact she was scared whitless in a sea of chaos while she tried working her way towards Vanellope to pick off bugs that thought she'd make an awesome snack.

:'''[[Wreck-It Ralph]] has posed:''' Ralph says, "Woah..." as he gets buffs. Ralph never gets buffs, he's a bad guy! His ability to receive buffs from others is basically negligible. He only speeds up gradually a game goes by. And sometimes he gets seagulls to help crash into Felix. "Thanks!" He says. "We gotta get Vanellope outta--" He trips over a small green ball. THUNK. He turns and takes a look. Sour Bill looks at Ralph, utterly terrified. He turns to flee but Ralph seizes up the vice-honcho and grabs a firm hold of him. "Hey, what's this about Turbo being King Candy?" "I...I'm not gonna talk!" Sour Bill frets. "We don't got time for this!" Ralph says, shaking him a few times. "Do it--or I'm gonna find out what's at your center--I'm thinking--caramel." "You wouldn't--" FLASH FORWARD ABOUT FOUR SECONDS. "OKAY OKAY I'LL TALK! I didn't know! I swear I didn't know! King Candy showed up one day and mucked around with the code. We don't know why, or who Vanellope is. He took our memories of her and tried to remove her from the game! NOW PLEASE DON'T PUT ME BACK IN THERE!" Ralph frowns. "So that's why she's a glitch--" "A..and the reason he doesn't want her to cross the finish line is because if she does, then the code resets--the game will be returned to normal!" Ralph thinks, and then tosses the gooey and sticky Sour Bill to Serah Farron. "We gotta get her across that finish line!" He charges again, plowing through cybugs in his rush to make it to Vanellope but even as he charges ahead, cybugs start rearing up, getting ready to try and take a tasty bite out of a sweet(?) little girl. "Almost there--hold on!" Ralph shouts. In the background a line of cybugs chase after Will Sherman, gradually getting blasted to bits by Calhoun.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron blinks, catching Sour Bill with her free hand, still holding on to Ralph's back as he tramples through in his way. She heard the entire story too, and she frowns at the candy "And you let the king do this to her? That's unforgivable!" Then she realizes how sticky he is too x.x "EWWWWW" She looks around... and sticks him on Ralph's shoulder, wiping her hands. "I can't use my magic on them, they can swallow it up and then use it against us, it's not going to help us much!" She looks around "... But I can do this!" She looks at on eof the huge candy trees nearby, and aims a fireball at the bottom of the trunk. The large tree crashes down right on top of a group of Cybugs, heopfully squishing several of them in the process. "Blunt seems to work on them, just don't let them eat your attacks!"

:'''[[Vanellope]] has posed:''' Vanellope has had a pretty tough life, really. Being a glitch and all, with no friends, living alone like a little homeless lady, etc. etc. But seriously? No one has ever tried to KILL her or EAT her before! Naturally, she's kind of freaking out. "AAAAH! Get away from me!" she yells, glitching out of her car again and again to try to avoid the cybugs. One almost swallows her whole, but she glitches just in time to appear a few feet to the left. The finish line! She has to cross! Since her car won't start, she runs around to the back and starts trying to push! "Ralph! Will! Somebody! Help!" she yells, trying to push to no avail. She's like, three feet tall, okay!? She has absolutely no leverage! From behind, a group of cybugs is descending toward her, fit to devour the precocious girl trying to push her candy car across the finish line. QUICK! HERO NEEDED!

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will Sherman is forced into a defensive formation. "THAT'S RIGHT! I AM A TASTY UNIQUE MOB! COME GET ME!" he shouts, trying to attract the mass of the Cybugs. Will sees and hears Ralph...and he nods once. This isn't his time to be a hero, but he /CAN/ help. Ralph wants this...no needs this. And with that, he reaches up, and grabs the strings of everyone here... LIMIT BREAK! Suddenly golden light surges into the threads of Vanellope, Calhoun, and Ralph. Will can only do this once in a great while, he can stack the deck...but it is up to them to do it. "I'll distract the bugs guys! Go!" he says, and grins. "HEY!" he throws rocks at the bugs. "COME ON! TASTY UNIQUE ABILITIES!" he slaps his rear.

:'''[[King Candy]] has posed:''' "HAVE some CAN-DY!" A monumental force smashes into the large juggernaut that is Ralph hard enough to send the giant man tumbling into the nearby candy-cane field, snaping them like twigs underneath his bulk. When everyone looks back to see what the hufflepuff just happened to Ralph, Turbo is standing there, small and unimposing. He smiles, a predatory thing that flashes his ugly yellow teeth for all the world to be grossed out by. "WELCOME TO THE BOSS LEVEL!" A set of crab-like legs starts unfolding from behind the king's back, purple and chitenously mottled. His face pixelating between Turbo and King Candy, the monarch rises, his body insectile and cybernetic... the little man has become a very, very large cy-bug. And that can't possibly be any good... he towers over everyone present and is more then twice as tall as the incredibly tall Ralph! "Because of you all, I've become the most powerful virus in the arcade... mwa ha ha ha..." Heartless Cybugs start ignoring the citizens, pausing for a moment to take to the sky and zero in on those attempting to defend Vanellope. "I can take over any game I want! Really, I /should/ thank you..." Turbo gestures expressively with a claw... "Buuuuuut it'd be more fun to kill you... gwahaha!" A veritable wall of cybugs decends on the heroes, in a flurry of gnashing gnashers, clawing claws, and mandibating mandibl--look, they can't all be winners, okay?

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird pivoted , holstering her pistol and tossing her baton in front of her forming a lightcycle. Sure htis wasn't the Grid but no matter she had power enough to spare. As she sped up she noticed part of the swarm was following her. "Oh Hi there welcome to," She twisted the throttle and let her will shape just a little of the world behind her ignighting a line behind her cicle making it look like her wheels were litterally setting the ground on fire. . Let's take stock of things. On the one hand the Cy-Bugs were leaving the Candy-People alone which was good. On the other they now all were focusing on Vanellope and the people defending her. More magic to make her cycle speed up. Sure it wasn't supposed ot be used as a ram but anything going fast enough will tear through anything else. It was just a matter of getting enough speed and making sure you didn't break your neck in the process. "Come and get me boys! Fast Food Hot n' Ready!"

:'''[[Wreck-It Ralph]] has posed:''' Ralph gets Sour Bill stuck to that one spot on his back that he can't reach with his arms. He tries a few times. "A little to the left!" Sour Bill cries, because he'd really not be stuck to someone approaching the cybugs. Ralph grasps for the right. "No /left/." "You mean right, right?" "No left." "Left, right? Aw forget it!" He'll use his stump to get Sour Bill off later. Instead, he reaches forward and starts pushing the car. "Don'tcha worry, Van', we'll fix everything. I'm sorry, I screwed it all up." "Kuh kuh kuh kuh kuh--" Sour Bill starts stammering. "Ughh I'll get you off in a second, okay??" Ralph says. "Kuwaaaaaaaaa!!!" Sour Bill cries out in terror moments before King Candy whallops him, sending him flying across the ground. Sour Bill, inexplicably, remains stuck to his back. Will tries Taunt again! But TAUNT is starting to have diminishing returns, especially when King Candy reappears. Rather, they all turn away from Will Sherman and /totally ignore him/ and --well, see King Candy's pose for more details, faithful readers! Excelsior! See Sgt. Calhoun: Agent of SHIELD for more on this amazing adventure! Groaning, Ralph sits himself up and finds himself in the strange position of having to look up. "...Oh cheeseburgers." He says.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "... I owe you one yet again Reno!" Deelel calls back the barrier would be very helpful to her very helpful indeed. AS the Hobo X does his thing daring the cybugs to eat him and he now runs away training a large number of cybugs chasing after him. Well that's useful and then comes Calhoun as well very much welcome backup from the space marine. Deelel would also be pulling several flat things off her hips what the heck are those? Wait are those the grenades that Clu's troops use? Yes, yes they are. Deelel has been carrying a few since she picked them back up at the armoury in Purgos. The bombs are set to detonate after a short while so even if a Cybug eats one it's likely to go off before it can assimilate it. the Fight continues as she launches another strike saving several of the locals who are fleeing for the exit. She could run for the exit sure that's not what she?s going to do she's going to run for Vanellope to help her she's not about to leave her to die not like this. "I am coming!" Deelel sprints as fast as she can go for the little glitch that could. She launches her weapon over and over yelling. "Get away from her you null units!" Oh dear they got some major attention here.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron jumped off Ralph before he got slugged at least. Vanellope is crying for help too! "Is there a way to get rid of all of those Cybugs at the same time? There's too many, it slike they keep multiplying!" She raises a hand toward Ralph, washing him over with her Cura magic, since it seems like that one hurt a bit. He's big and tough maybe, but doesn't mean it won't hurt anyway, and she definitely needs ralph in good shape too. Her eyes 'bug' out, pun intended, at the new form of the King Candy too "Oh, that can't be good! How could that even happen!" How could someone assimilate those bugs and stay (relatively) sane?

:'''[[Sergeant Calhoun]] has posed:''' The concept of 'tanking aggro' is not beyond Calhoun. It's not exactly a tactic she promotes in her particular game. "I barely know you." she grunts at Will as she storms closer. Her voice sounds like it could grind nails into shiny metal powder. "But I'll be danged if I see you get eaten right in front of me." Stonily, she shoots down another Cybug. Since she's not actively being attacked herself, it makes it extremely easy for her to pick them off very quickly. "Tch, like ducks in a shooting gallery." At least until the altered Turbo appears and commands the cybugs to do his bidding. Calhoun's jaw drops a little. "He can CONTROL them?! That's /never/ happened before! His code's become more mutated than an original script for a movie that likely had a very good idea but was subjected to several Hollywood executives and marketing committees!" There's a wild look in her eyes as she glances back to Will. "He needs to be taken out! Now!!!" Quite convieniently, several large figures make their way against the steady flow of delicitizens escaping into Game Central Station. They are, quite obviously, the rest of Calhoun's crew. They're not shocked when they find themselves to NOT immediately be the target of the candy-colored cybugs. They just start shooting. Grimly, Calhoun shoulders her beam rifle, reaching over to crank a dial up to its highest setting. After a few seconds, the weapon clicks, then rapidly expands into a much, much /bigger/ gun that looks like it belongs mounted on the side of a vehicle. Calhoun bears this burden easily, though, and coldly takes aim at King Candy. A Big Effin' Laser follows.

:'''[[Vanellope]] has posed:''' Heroes! Delivered! "Shut up stinkbrain! You did your best! Its not over yet!" she shouts to Ralph, showing him a smile. The smile of a child the believes you are her hero. It has magical powers. Will tries to take the cybug's attention from her, but it no longer seems to be working! Why are they all trying to get HER? Suddenly, Vanellope gets the answer to that unspoken question. King Candy--no, Turbo, is rising into some horribly hybrid abomination that is nightmare fuel for the masses, and he is going to do everything possible to keep her from crossing that finish line. If she doesn't move quickly, there won't even /be/ a finish line! "Sweet mother of monkey milk!" she exclaims, then goes back to trying to get her car to start. She jumps back into the drivers seat--and miraculously (perhaps it has something to do with, oh, I don't know, the strands of DESTINY being yanked!?) the car starts! "YES!" she cries, peeling off the candy cane leaving her bumper behind. Now the only problems is the HOARD of cybugs between her and the finish line! The rabid viral menace descends on Vanellope, her scream sounding of the now put-put-put of her damaged engine.

:'''[[Reno]] has posed:''' Reno tumbles under a low-flying Cy-bug lunging for his head and lands on his feet with a wide-sweeping backhanded strike against the three newly adjacent cy-bugs with his trusty weapon, beaming their carapaced faces with voltage-infused hard steel. The hollow "kz-Doink!" sound it makes when the electro-mag rod hits them is strangely satisfying, but Reno has no time to appreciate the sound. He doesn't have the luxury of standing in one place waiting while his opponents decide what to do... that would be a silly way to fight indeed. No, Reno dodges and kicks, moving and weaving away from cybug attacks and blasting with his Thunder materia when he gets enough space to do so. Despite others nearby doing their best to draw agro from the bugs, a frightening number of the smaller-sized ones seemed to be swarming all over him. "Hey, don't mention it, yo." Reno calls back to Deelel just as one of the little buggers bits down, managing to grab hold of Reno's pant leg. The turk immediately stabs it from above with a firm electrified jab, electrocuting the critter to zero hp. Immediately after, another bug swoops in from behind reno only to get jabbed from underneath, Reno holding the rod in place until the bug falls to the ground. Finally a third bug leaps in front of the Turk, biting onto his weapon and electrocuting itself to death before Reno could even respond. Reno shrugs and kicks the steaming Cy-bug corpse out of the way and starts towards this new source of commotion. Oh boy... boss fight. With a wave of his hand, a yellowish glow emits from Reno's fist, and then an impressive lightning bolt Strikes down upon the literal wave of Cybugs that had placed themselves between the small group of fighters standing ground in the stands, and the battle between King Candy and... well, pretty much everyone at this point. *Kraka-BOOOOM* The bolt branches from bug to bug, bugs pop open like popcorn kernels from the power of the shock, and creating a nice little opening in the cybug defenses that was filled with nothing but hot, slippery ground and a lingering smell of fried bug. "Oh yeah, Thundaga yo." Smirks the Turk before rushing through the opening himself before the bugs could swarm together again.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will pauses... He throws off the mask and shrugs. "Well, I guess that was pointless." he says, and shakes his head. He runs around, but the Cybugs aren't paying him any attention...because KING CANDY is back!? And he means buisness. "At least he isn't calling himself Porky..." he muses, and then... Vanellope is back in the saddle, but Ralph is fighting King...part of him wants to help Ralph, but he knows what the big guy would say. Vanellope has to pass the finish line. This is what it is all for... Will decides that he can't play around anymore. Red energy burns around his hands as he leaps into the air again, gaining stupidly high heights and dives right towards the Cybugs right in Venelope's way! "GO!" he booms in a strange duel voice type and starts PUNCHING Cybugs the best that he can, killing their fate so that the Calhoon can get the finishing blows off. Come on Ralph, you can do it...he thinks!

:'''[[King Candy]] has posed:''' Masticating mandibles. Masticating, /masticating/, that would have been a great use of allit--oh, right. Sorry. People start blowing away Cybugs. Even when you add the 'Heartless' template to them, they're still mostly 1HD critters. Gunfire, blasts of magic... even outright punching them takes them out with little fuss or muss. They're swarm predators. Individually they're nothing but in large masses maybe one of them will get through to do a little damage. Calhoun's marines are professional ba--wait, can't say that here... professional mo--aaaaaah, can't say that either! They're professional MUH-REENS and start laying waste to swaths of cybugs. It's their thing, they do it every day and do it well. The citizenry will be safe due to their bravery, though they'll likely say that they were only doing their duty. King Candy gets right up in Ralph's face, sing-songing, "Hello there, little guy!" Wacky hi-jinx of Ralph scrabling around King Candy's legs ensues, but it keeps Turbo away from Vanellope for those few critical seconds it takes her to drive off. Turbo looks up from holding one of Ralph's arms and playing the classic game of 'why you hitting yourself', and exclaims, "Wait, what?! No, you come back here! There's no DRIVING on this racetrack!" Calhoun's laser smashes into his flank, hurling him back and releasing Ralph. "Ow... hey... Porky, what are you... look, there aren't any imA BUM!!!. Oh snap. 'It' is officially, 'on'. King Candy leaps upwards, wings carrying him over top of the growing morass of heroes, cybugs, and bums, as he zeroes in on Vanellope's car. At the speeds it's going, he can catch it easily unless someone stops him! And she's so very close to the finish line, too!

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird somehow heard Serah's question and shouted, not really sure if she was being heard, while playing bumper cars with the buggies. "Because that isn't Turbo... Candy... WHOEVER anymore. Those things assimilate Everything and take on it's traits. Candy was always a megolamanical jerk so it's like trying to figure out which flavor of Crazy is going on here. Consume/Expand. Consume/Expand. That's all the bugs know and that's all he had been doing anyway. Match Made in the Recycling Bin!" Sure Deelel had a more solid lightcycle going but this thing could turn on a dime and... Oh hang on. This thing has one more trick. LIGHT WALLS! Sure most of the bugs leap or fly over it but sudden /WALL/ springing out of nowhere gets more than a few. Unfortunately powering bike and ribbon is taxing and Blackbird has to pick between sudden Wall or continuing to buff her cycle to use as a weapon. Eh it's not so good against fliers anyway. So she resorts to drifting around colliding and pinballing into things. It's inelegent and ugly and if she wasn't pouring power into the poor thing the bike would've de-rezzed back into the baton after hte first impact. Oh well. Blackbird has spent entirely too many quarters on Road Rash and given how she's weaponizing everything from picked up scenery to her bike itself it's fairly apparent she was, and still is, quite good at vehicular bug-slaughter. They just keep coming though. Wave after wave after wave of mindless munching bug directed by the amalgimation of Candy/Turbo and Cybug. "Calhoun! How do you get rid of a whole swarm in your game? Think! Can we do the same here?" The best part about magic is you can use it to make with the Big Voice so you can be heard over a crowd of mindless munchy bugs trying to eat people alive. No matter Calhoun's answer Blackbird would continue with the vehicular slaughter since- And then she got run-over by a ball of bug. Calm. Calm. She's surrounded by a swarm of chompy things. PANIC! PANI! FIRE! Blackbird's lightcycle burst out of the knot of bugs like a rocket and with twice as many flames as she nitrosed her way towards Candy as a digitile missile of pain. "TURBO!" Blackbird's emotions were running high and hot since these were the things that fuled her magic. "GAME OVER MAN! GAME OVER!"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Turbo, King Candy the new cybug King? Whatever he wants to call himself can control the Cybugs?! The Sargent s words are more true than ever. Worse Beck and TRON are nowhere to be found they could really use some anti viral powers right about now. Still they have to try to take him out one way or another, and thankfully more Marines are coming, she had to respect those guys. They proven to be solid backup before against the bugs and she was happy to see them. She just can't hold back she may have to risk using her real ID disc she doesn't like it but they need every bit they can get right? She looks to see the horde that's decending upon them. "Come on Vanellope! It's not game over yet!" Deelel swaps discs and the edge of her id disc powers up now as she stares down the horde ahead. She really wishes she had the skill to use two discs at once but Tron's the only one she's ever seen who can do such. Reno meanwhile is lending his support again and proving he's quick on the uptake of gaming physics as he goes about being a redheaded bug zapper. She falls in with will moving to help. She launches he disc falling in with Will trying to clear the path but there's something else coming after Van. Oh heck no. Deelel turns and she launches he disc at King Candy. "Get away from her! Virus!" She'll catch it on the return pass hit or miss and launch it again trying to keep him away or distracted long enough for Van to make it across the finish line.

:'''[[Sergeant Calhoun]] has posed:''' "We're never really rid of them! The remaining ones just go back to sleep until the next game starts!" Calhoun calls back, "The Endgame Tower emits a beacon and the cybugs all fly into it!" Calhoun is loud. She can EASILY be heard over the chaos. Being the loudest person in the room is a class trait for space marine sergeants. Though speaking of yelling, "WHERE ARE YOU GOING, UGLY?" Calhoun calls out to King Candyturbobug. "I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!" The faint 'vweeeee' noise her gun makes as it charges the laser up a second time is no doubt lost over the din of battle. Calhoun, however, knows it is there.

:'''[[Wreck-It Ralph]] has posed:''' Ralph is given a break from King Candy's assault--thanks to Vanellope's car suddenly starting up and driving by. Unfortunately, going a direct route just isn't going to work--too many cybugs in the way and King Candy can fly. There's no way he's going to make it like that. He's just going to have to hope that Vanellope can glitch past somehow. It's over. Even if Vanellope manages to get across the finish line--some hero he turned out to be! "Hey!" He shouts suddenly. "Fartbreath! Who said I'm giving up?!" Oh right he was thinking that, but there's no reason he has to let Vanellope know that. Still, a magical smile full of hope and promise--smiles like that, it is rumored, is what brought the world back from the brink of despair in ages past. Trust and faith that is difficult to find and for once, even if it might be not entirely /deserved/, Ralph feels believed in. And really, maybe being believed in isn't all about deserving it anyway. "Hey..." A marine wanders over to Ralph on his standard marine issue galaxy glider hoverboard. "I don't remember what happened but we were at Tappers and I saw a bug and last I remember I wasn't wearing any clothes, do you--" A bug flies by and he accidentally punches himself in the face and falls over, unconcious. IDEA! Ralph jumps on the standard marine issue galaxy glider hoverboard and starts flitting around through bugs--many of whom have their own problems as is--to catch up to Vanellope's car. "AHHHHH LET ME OFF!!" Sour Bill screams. "Later!" Ralph yells, jumping down, landing down in front of Vanellope's car which does not seem like a bright strategy so far. Ralph ducks down and hefts the car up into his arms and just starts runningw ith it under his arm like a football. Still... kind of an awkward plan, but the reason for it is soon evident as bugs break through the defenses and shoot their arsenal at Ralph. Ralph turns his body, taking the strikes across his back. "Raarggghh!!!!" He roars. "That hurts! QUIT IT! ARGGH!!" "AHHHH!!!!" Sour Bill screams, laser bolts forming a circle around his body. "STOP SCREAMING AHHHHHH!!!!" Ralph yells, before finally just JAVELIN THROWING Vanellope's car for the finish line.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Ralph goes for Vanellope's car... But KING CANDY, has offended Will personally. His eyes turn towards him with that Baleful look they got on the day they met for the first time. Will SUPER jumps right towards King Candy...soaring...soaring... He isn't stopping... His head soars right towards the GUT of the Cybug-Candy-Porky. "I ONLY KNOW THIS ONE MOVE!" he shouts, and crashes into the thing, aiming to grab the large bug by the front of the shirt. "My name, you sack of dung...is Will Sherman." he says, staring right into the soulless eyes of the King of Porky, "I am not a bum, a bum is a lazy person. I am a /Hobo/. The /KING/ of Hobos...and.." "Secretly a god. Oh wait, forgot to mention that one!" he says and uses his head. Litterally. Into the King Porky's stomach again.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron sticks with Ralph (although not like Sour Bill does), closely enough but she can't do much... but then she can't follow him when he decides to go parasailing down toward the finish line like that. She moves back to the Sergeant and the others, chased by the Cybugs. As she runs, she uses a blizzard spell behind her, not at the Cybugs though, she knows they can eat it... but at their feet, making for a ice rink under them and probably not any easier for them to thread on it. "But there's no beacon here, is there? Or is there a way of making one somehow?" She doesn't know how the Cybugs mechanics work really, but she's worried this world could collapse too "Or is there another way of resetting the game or something?"

:'''[[Vanellope]] has posed:''' Its game over! Except apparently its not, because someone is shouting that its not game over and she's inclined to believe it! Vanellope glitches her whole car a little closer to the finish line, but she just knows she can't glitch through it. That wouldn't work. She has to actually CROSS it, in her car! Luckily, there are heroes doing all they can to clear a path to her for the finish line. Its within sight, she so close! BAM! There's Ralph, picking up her entire car and towing her and it toward the finish line while King Candy flies after them in a rage. Vanellope wails, holding onto the steering wheel for deal life. "He's right behind us!" she cries, but then, suddenly, she's....flying? Ralph has tosses her into the air like a bean bag toward the finish line. Well, alright then! "HOLD ONTO YOUR BUTTS!" she cries-- Then, she slams down and rolls across the finish line!

:'''[[Wreck-It Ralph]] has posed:''' Wreck-It Ralph loyally grabs his butt. Sour Bill doesn't have a butt and is /screwed/.

:'''[[King Candy]] has posed:''' King Candy comes a skittering and a scrabling towards Vanellope's racer with outstretched grabbyhands. This is particularly creepy because of his long, claw-like fingers. "REMEMBER ME, VENELLOPE?!" King Turbo taunts, his voice getting higher and higher pitched. "When I killed your brother I talked. Just. LIKE. THIIII--" Turbo pauses for a moment. "Wait a second, that's not... forget that, forget that, that didn't happen. Okay everyone? That was an outta--" WHAM-O. Deeleel's disk smacks the bug-crab monster in the face, throwing him backwards, legs clawing at the air like a dying spider. Calhoun's laser smashes home again, throwing King Candy for a loop and sending him bouncing down the track. But his new body is a powerful thing, and it scrabbles to its feet and chases after Ralph, whom is carrying Vanellope. "Where do you think you're going?" Turbo Candy exclaims, leaping towards the giant in a mighty pounce... KER-BAH-BLAMMO King Turbo is hit so hard he actually pings off into the sunset, hits orbit, bounds around the curvature of the (admittedly small) world, and comes sailing in for a landing from the opposite direction that he was launched in. The bugazoid grabs at Ralph's legs in desperation, trying to stop the giant as others weigh him down. "No, don't you carry... no, don't throw her either! You can't! You... wait, wait..." Vanellope sails. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Confetti fills the air! Peppy J-Pop music starts blaring (not that anyone can hear it over the screaming and the shooting and the droning buzz of cybug wings)! Bright lights go off everywhere! Chocolate geysers fountain high! There would normally be cheering crowds, but... well. But most importantly of all... The game resets. A wave of light comes washing across the world, a solid wall of beautiful luminence. Cybugs stop what they're doing and stare up at it, dazzled. Many take off, flying towards it. Those that touch the wall are instantly vaporized. The wall fixes that which is broken, repairs that which is damaged. It is the single most beautiful thing that Fix-It Felix has ever witnessed in his life; he doffs his hat, holds it over his heart, and sheds a single Indian tear of joy at the beauty he witnesses. "This isn't over!" King Turbo announces, trying to look away from the coming screen of luxocity. He shakes a fist in the direction of the heroes, giving them a good what-for because it makes him feel better about himself. "I'M TURBO! I'M THE GREATEST! AND I'LL BE BACK!" A portal of darkness opens up, and King Turbo slithers into it, leaving behind one final message. "TURBO-TASTIC!"

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird was left sitting on the ground, which might or might not have been made of candy, dazed and loopy with her bike disintigrated from the impact with cybug/turbo. So she missed out on Aaaaalll the world healing reset magic. By the time she got her senses back it was all over and she was left looking around while trying to get back to her feet. "Bumper cars is a lot less fun when you're doing about a buck twenty whiele on fire." She must've been out of it since she didn't notice Vanellope or anything really. Not even Turbo. "hey great job guys are we done? because if we are I'd love to collapse in a boneless heap for awhile and take a five year nap."

:'''[[Sergeant Calhoun]] has posed:''' Another blast of laser promptly follows Turbo into the portal of darkness as he retreats. The beam is immediately swallowed up and Calhoun has no idea if it actually did anything to the mutated cybug. Confetti flies around her. Cheery j-pop blares. The game resets and vaporizes the remaining cybugs. Throughout all of this... ...Calhoun stands there with a stony expression on her face. It's a victory of sorts but the sergeant doesn't seem too pleased about it. "If only. If only it was done and over. But no. As long as Turbo is out there, like that, it will /never/ be over."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will drops down next to Calhoun, "Hey." he says with a frown, "We did good, lady. We helped a little girl claim her rightful place." He nods, "And relcaim her dream." The game resets, and Will looks around, with a small smile. It's moments like these that get him all choked up. "You gota take the small victories...let them warm your heart. Cuz after all, isn't what you do to protect the smiles of children?" He asks her.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron phews as the Cybugs disapear. She looks around as the entire game world gets resetted "That's... rather impressive." She watches the 'fireworks' of the cybugs disapearing in the light show, a hand playing with her ponytail a bit over her shoulder "... That King was odd, and scary. I don't like him at all, and it scares me to think he would be back even..." She sighs. "... So the race is over, Vaneloppe won? What happens now?"

:'''[[Reno]] has posed:''' Reno breaths a sigh of relief as the world resets itself in a wave of 'makey-bad-better'(tm) energy, and then sits down on a nearby jawbreaker, flipping out his phone, and sending a quick text out-of-game back to someone at ShinRa HQ; 'Cancel meetin' tomoro- ill xplain l8r.' Meanwhile, everone is cheering and Reno might just help himself to a dessert or something in celebration, provided he can find one that doesn't have a painfully cheerful face on it.

:'''[[Sergeant Calhoun]] has posed:''' Calhoun stares intently at Will Sherman. Her reaction to his words can be summed up as: :|

:'''[[Wreck-It Ralph]] has posed:''' "He killed your brother?! You had a brother?!" Ralph gasps, buying every word. When it turns out Turbo didn't actually do that, he's kind of annoyed and is frowning severely while holding his butt. He has also fallen over because King Candy nabbed his legs for a moment there. He's in a really awkward position, holding his butt. But luckily THE LIGHT and the FIXED CODE end up chasing Turbo off. Unsurprisingly, King Turbo is great at racing away even as a giant bug creature. "That dirty no good, making bad guys look...uh...bad?..." Ralph scratches at his head before turning back to Vanellope, grinning. "Well well, first place! I guess it's true--it's in your blood, eh kiddo?" He reaches out to ruffle her head with a BIG HUGE HAND. "And hey--maybe now you can actually leave the game. Go anywhere you want or dreamed of."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Look lady, when you live as many years as I have...you either learn to deal with it all, you go crazy, or you stop being human." he says with a long sigh. "You'll find the days get easier if you start enjoying the small things." He says, and with that walks off. There is only so much hobo advice he can give, and there are two big heros that need a high five. He stands near Vanellope and Ralph, with a hand up expecting a high-five.

:'''[[King Candy]] has posed:''' As the warm sunshine comes streaming down from above, Fix-It Felix comes a-skippin over the hills, fresh off of a musical number that happened, regretibly, off-screen. It will be locked in the Disney Vault for the next fifty years and see the light of day for the first time during the platinum re-release. But now! Felix comes skipping up to the Sergeant, doffing his cap. "And a good-day again, Ma'am!" A marshmellow peep that was sitting on Felix's head gets up and fluffers off, singing a happy song of happiness. "Now I couldn't help but noticing that you're frowning on such a lovely day as this, with the sun shining and the birds singing and well..." The funny little man scuffs the ground with his foot, bashfully. He blushes a little. "Well, I was wondering if I could be so lucky as to try to turn that frown of your upside-down, gosh-golly."

:'''[[Vanellope]] has posed:''' Kazam! Magic light flushes through the game world, healing all that was broken and annihilating all the cybugs in one epic blast. Not everything is wrapped up in a neat little pastel package however, as Turbo opens up a portal and escapes the game. Still, Vanellope is willing to just let that go for the moment because she WON THE RACE! She crossed the finish line! She's a /real/ racer now! She's in the roster! The players can choose her as their avatar! Everything is-- "Hey, what's with all the magic sparkles!?" she asks, suddenly finding that she's floating out of her car as if lifted by sparkling ribbons that wind around her, glittering and glowing and transforming-- Wait, what!? Is this a henshin sequence!? Are there bubbles!? Ahck! Yeah, its totally a henshin sequence. Vanellope's outfit disappears in light and sparkles, a poofy pink dress that is absolutely ridiculously ruffled appears on her form, complete with a stiff collar, crown, and pretty staff of office. Vanellope settles down on her feet, looking down at herself. At that moment, the memories that had been locked away in the code were released! "Whooooaaa....." Vanellope says, memories flooding back to her as the remaining denizens of Sugar Rush start to fall to their knees, hailing Princess Vanellope.

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird took a deep breath and shook the cobwebs out. "OK plan involving me slamming head on into Godzilla is Bad Plan." She finally looked around just in time to see Felix being all bashful and cute causing her to grin. Then she looked over to Ralph and Vanellope before grinning like an idiot. "OK... I"m going to have to say this makes it totally worth it though." She stretched and popped and walked over t oReno before handing him a granola bar. "ShinRa huh?" She gave a half-smirk. "You guys hiring?"

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' WILL IS STILL HOLDING HIS HAND OUT EXPECTING A HIGH FIVE, ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE HIM HANGING?!

:'''[[Vanellope]] has posed:''' Oh, right! Princess Vanellope jumps up and high-fives Will Sherman, grinning.

:'''[[Wreck-It Ralph]] has posed:''' Ralph looks at Vanellope dressed as a princess. "Hey that's right..." Sour Bill says, his memories returning. "All hail the rightful ruler of Sugar Rush, Princess Vanellope." He sounds slightly panicked but still rather droll at this point. Ralph manages to flick him off, getting him stuck to Felix's back. He hifives Will, a bit distractedly, because he's still kind of agape at Vanellope as a princess. "So a princess, huh?" He looks back to Felix and sighs a bit.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Vanellope high fives Will. Will thinks she is super awesome. "Well! I hope you are not going to forget about us now?" He says, though he knows the answer already, and he looks at Ralph. "So...what are you going to do now Ralph?"

:'''[[Sergeant Calhoun]] has posed:''' "...I'll consider that." Calhoun says to Will dryly, though it's pretty clear she won't be enjoying anything anytime soon. She MUST DESTROY ALL CYBUGS. Will is replaced by Fix-it Felix Jr. The expression on Calhoun's face switches from that grim line of grimness to blank shock. The hobo's cheer was bad enough. This right here is what Calhoun imagines to be the happiness equivalent to eating Sugar Rush in its entirety. One side of her mouth twitches. A few seconds pass and it twitches again. Felix slooooowly earns himself a half-smile which is held for a few moments before it seems to collapse under its own weight.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron hmmms and thinks about this, looking at Vanellope's transformation. She smiles, and gives her best curtsy "Your highness. Does that mean you don't have to race now? Or that you're not glitched anymore?" She lets a laugh at the high five though. Maybe being a princess isn't so different after all.

:'''[[Reno]] has posed:''' Reno raises an eyebrow at Blackbird, and exchanges half-smirks with her. Together, they could perhaps make a whole smirk? "Interested, huh? There just might be, yo. I'll give ya a lift back so you can fill out an app or somethin'." Reno's eyes shift over to the side slightly, focusing on the newly crowned princess Vanellope. "Just hold up a sec, Business stuff first, yo." At that, Reno saunters over to the poof-dressed ragamuffin before the crowd gathering around her could grow too large. The turk gives his best courtly bow (complete with slightly goofy flourish) and addresses Vanellope. "Princess Vanellope? Reno, of the Turks, representing the interests of ShinRa Power and Electric Company from... well, you wouln'ta heard of it, it's one of the worlds outside of videogames. Hey-Congratulations on your first place and survival of your race." Reno flicks his fingers, handing Vanellope a card. "Anyways, It looks like your brand new Princessipality might have some security issues. ShinRa can help you out with that, you should give us a call."

:'''[[King Candy]] has posed:''' "Well, I guess that's a start!" Felix exclaims with gusto, thrusting his thumbs into his belt with pride. "Why, I'll bet you love cake. We've got this lady that bakes one hecuva good cake back home tha--jumping jeepers! Home!" Felix scrabbles around in a panic, running towards Ralph (an odd, blockily animated motion) and jumping up and down, waving his arms to get Ralph's attention... complete with bleeping and blooping SFX. "Ralph, good buddy, we've got to get back home fast! If we're not there when they open the arcade in the morning, they're gonna unplug us! We've got to get moving!"

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird looked up and noticed Ralph. "Hey Ralph!" She called out. "How's it feel to be a hero?" She meant it. Ralph is the reason Vanellope crossed the finish line. Sure this was all his doing to begin with, but everything was made right in the end. "I hope she keeps racing. She was freaking awesome out there!" Glitches and all. "Plus c'mon her being able to do short range teleports would be an awesome special." Then when Felix was talking about unpluggins. "Nein! You will not be unplugged. You've been rocking for thirty years and I want to se another thirty out of you two!"

:'''[[Vanellope]] has posed:''' Despite this whole Princess business, Vanellope feels she needs to prove that she's still Vanellope. Plus, the dress is completely ridiculous! "Hey! Don't look at me like that! This isn't me, not really!" she replies, doing a magical spin in which she suddenly changes clothes back to her usual outfit. "/This/ is me! I'm a racer! No way can I drive my car in a dress like /that/!" she comments. Vanellope looks up at Will, big brown eyes shining. Its painfully adorable and heartwarming. "What!? Of course not! Without you two stinkbrains I wouldn't have made it--and look, you've saved the world! Not bad for a bunch of hobos," she adds with a capricious grin. Vanellope jumps up to hug Will, then leaps from his arms to Ralph's hugging him next. "You could stay, you know. You can live in the castle and have your own wing and no one would complain about your stench and you'd never be sad again..." she begins, before a weird red head in a suit is approaching and handing her a card. "Uh, alright, yeah, okay. Uh, thanks for you help! Everyone!" she says. Gotta get this whole...ruler thing down. Vanellope hears Felix though, and frowns some. "Well..." she says, and looks to Ralph. She knows he has to go.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks at King Virus for a moment she's not even sure about his taunting she doesn't care as he catches him in the face and throws him backwards hopefully setting him up hopefully of the others or delaying him for a moment long enough to help Vanellope out there. It's enough of a set up for what is come next. Turbo goes around the world and then comes in for a crash landing. IT may be too late for Turbo as Vanellope gets across the finish line an the world reset the system restoring it as it should be. he sees Turbo has escaped though a portal of darkness. Did he summon it? Or was it something else she doesn't know but he's gone even as the words Turbo-tatic echo on the wind but she can't help but marvel as the world is repaired and how efficient it was. She looks over to Van grinning a the J-pop blares she kinda likes it. "I know Sergeant Calhoun, I know but your not alone in this. I know some people who can help and yes he's right. We have to take the small victories, a world's been set right." Then She gives the look of doom to Will she looks a bit sheepish at the Sergeant. "Look I know some programs including an Anti-viral who can help us. You just ... got to get ready for some strange things if you want to deal with Turbo." Right now she's looking over to Vanellope watching what happens to her as the game resets and she henshins. Woah would sum of her reaction nicely as she watches for a moment grinning. "It seems you had a function after all my friend. You all right Vanellope or should I call you Princess now?" Deelel has a big old grin on her face right now as she looks to her and then to everyone else. She's got this urge to do something and who care she's gong to do it shes' going to try to move in and give Vanellope a hug for a moment before she lets go.

:'''[[Sergeant Calhoun]] has posed:''' "I-" Calhoun starts, more or less being interrupted by Felix's own cake talk and then him running off to gibber at Ralph over going AWOL. It's actually a good thing this happens because Felix provides an effective barrier between her and Ralph. Ralph, who had messed with her game. "True anti-virals?" Deelel gets Calhoun's attention. Well we're going to need it. That code seems completely corrupted now." Slowly, she narrows her eyes, "...what do you mean by 'strange things'? I doubt anything could top the caramel-coated clusternut I've seen today."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks back to Sergeant. "Yes, I do. I'm going to give him the full readme on this whole situation with the cybugs. He's come to help before when they hit Space Paranoids. I'll explain more later as for strange things. Trust me on that, it's something you'd have to see to understand. I was the same way." Given Calhoun's back story she might get some of the concepts quicker and wouldn't have the Oh god what is that reaction to the sun. Still getting outside would be an experience. "I do think I owe you and your men an round at tappers on me."

:'''[[Wreck-It Ralph]] has posed:''' Well Vanellope may have been a little homeless lady, and Will may be a ... tramp? Hobo? Look just because you're a tramp doesn't mean you're bad. It's good, and that's not bad. And--well, okay maybe this is overthinking it. But the point is, Wreck-It Ralph does have a home. And it needs him. He ducks down a bit so he can look Vanellope in the eyes, glancing back to Felix, and then back to her. "I gotta get going. It may not be as fancy as being ruler of a candy kingdom, but it's my duty. And it's a big duty. So..." He returns the hug with surprising gentleness. "I'll see you around, princess poopmonger." He stands up and bows, exageratedly--at this point Felix is starting to freak out, the arcade is about to open and well--it'll take some time to get everybody into places. "But hey--this isn't game over..." He glances back. "I'll see you next level! To be continued!"

:'''[[Vanellope]] has posed:''' Vanellope snickers appropriately as Ralph talks about duty, because she's an immature little girl and she can. She lets Ralph go. It isn't like she'll never see him again! "Farewell Admiral Underpants!" Etc. etc.

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird did a little dance and dug a quarter out of her pocket to toss at Felix. "Hey, try seeing if the apartment guys wouldn't mind rotating out who gets chucked out the window start of the game. Bet that one guy really freaking /HATES/ that ralph's been doing that for so long."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will smiles... "So what did we learn?" he asks Umi, who may or may not be able to show up now without Alt-interaction problems. He grins at Venellope who gives him a hug, "You know me, I'll crash on your royal couch from time to time...and he looks at Ralph, "And I'll crash at the dump too. I'll even bring a cheeseburger."

The Experiment: Deelel

2013-08-24T22:17:59Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/08/12
|Location=511 Sector A
|Synopsis=Deelel taking Isaac on a trip through cyberspace come across a virus. They disable him and capture the information he was transporting. The implications are disturbing, everything she's been experienced in relation to the Keyblades and those others that have been involved are just part of some sort of ... experience. Isaac and Deelel depart with all due haste to Castle Oblivion...what nightmares await them there?

|Cast of Characters=Deelel, Isaac Hanlon
|Tinyplot=Fragmentary Passage
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has been meaning to show Isaac things in her world first, though she was feeling whimsical at this point. So they hadn't headed to the Flynn OS yet, she wanted to show him the old world as she feels Isaac could enjoy it after all. he was quite the tech head so they'd gone via the Shinra who had kept their end of the agreement as Deelel's work with them had proven profitable between them. She'd waited for Isaac to get digitized she had to wonder how he'd feel about that and soon she would follow. In the old school silver suits Deelel made a face as she got one of those damn helmets, she was vain about her hair and so this always left her grumpy. It didn't have the means to display it properly. She still would be in a good mood as she's lead Isaac once he recovered away on quite the tour of the Wise OS, she wondered though how did the maker of this system get their copy of the original? She didn't like to think about that too much. After all as a being who could be easily copied and altered? It just could be something hard for her to take given? She's seen things her kind perhaps were never meant to understand. A few strokes on the keyboard had a different meaning to her. "So Isaac, I have to ask what do you think? This is ... my world ... by my use I think it's in how we count time over a thousand years ago if not more. It's hard to tell the time but it's really old, still it's pretty..."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Getting digitized felt... fuzzy. Especially in regards to his stuff. He appears in the Wise OS as he normally does: collared shirt, dark slacks, robot arm, badass longcoat. The arm looks a little bit... blocky, though he's not sure why. It has a few white lines running through it where wiring would normally run beneath. It looks kind of cool, in an old-school sort of way. He doesn't think he's lost any feeling... Still, going through the Wise OS is a new thing to him. He feels a certain amount of awe, being on the Grid; he's a techhead and a computer geek at heart, and being /inside/ one is just totally surreal. It isn't the strangest place he's been, though, not by far. He doesn't let that thought ruin the experience. "It's pretty awesome," Isaac replies, hands in his pockets and looking out on the world. "In the old sense, of 'inspiring awe'." He's quiet for a moment, taking things in. Then, he glances to Deelel, a wry grin on his face. "Though I gotta say, it's taking a lot of restraint not to try to mess with something."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel sees Isaac is different here more so than anyone else she's been here with? She chalks it up to him being a wizard but his arm gets her attention. She looks at his arm understanding that its' not a gauntlet like she's one of the few other actual Wizard's she's encountered. She is quiet as Isaac speaks on the grid and his self control. "I'm thankful you can. I understand the temptation to do as such. Your control is appreciate my friend." Yes the program considers you a friend Isaac, doom someone is getting attached to you. "It is, it's ... a wonderful place even if it's a bit not my speed anymore since I have my mind restored. So there were some things I needed to talk to you about, things I have run into. It may sound strange but it was in a dream Isaac. Normally my kind can dream but not in the same way. I saw things I'd never seen before and it stuck with me after I woke. There's a lot to talk about I think, but it may be best to show you..." Show him part of something she had a dream about?

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac quashes the urge to advise Deelel against even being friends with him. It's a dark thought, but one that has to be dealt with, these days. He's lost more than a few. He doesn't want to get anyone else in trouble from being around him... but if he just cuts all ties, then he can't do anything to stop it. Kind of a Catch-22 on his end of things. Instead, he just says, "No problem." He glances around, checking to make sure they aren't being watched. Then, he looks back at Deelel. He raises an eyebrow. "'Show me?' Did you dream about a place on the Grid, or do you mean something else?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has no idea what Isaac's been through, though she knows what a distracted God can be like, if she knew the truth of Isaac's world it would horrify her perhaps more than anything she'd ever know. She wouldn't care Isaac is a friend and she's bullheaded like that just as LEXUS about that. She grins a little bit unknowingly at Isaac. "Yes show you, well we might need to do it outside of here or back on Flynn. Basics have perfect memory recall and well? My disc? It can access my memories directly from there if I need to. To put it simply it keeps Flynn OS's legal system very very simple. Security checks the disc at the time indexes of the crime to see if you did it." She seems amused about that. "No places I'd never seen, I saw ... three Keyblade knights fighting someone, I didn't know them, and more...wait, what's that." Deelel pauses for a moment as she spots something, a program moving by who has the wrong colour of circuit lines not even yellow a slightly sickly green. "Isaac that will have to wait, see that basic? They look to be viral, look I don't care if SARK and MCP have a lot of power here it's like letting heartless lose come on, we need to see what's going on." Deelel points in the direction of the program, and she's starting to move after him. The Program has somehow not noticed the pair and they might have a chance to get him before he can really bolt.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' "...huh. That... makes more sense than I thought it should," Isaac says, slowly. "I mean, if the disc is a digital storage medium for a given Program, that'd have to be where everything is. Having a way to plug it in and check out the contents would only be a natural extension of that. And I guess computers are pretty orderly," he murmurs, "so a swift and efficient justice system makes sense, too..." He trails off in thought. A few seconds later, he looks back up, shooting a sharp glance at Deelel. "Three /Keyblade/ knights? Are you --" He stops, glancing to the side at the moving Program. Something /does/ feel off about him, now that he's looking. "-- right." Isaac turns and starts after Deelel. He hopes she knows the first rule of stalking someone: don't let them know you're stalking them.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Yes I am sure they had keyblades and armour like I never seen. I'll show you later Isaac," She moves along and she does she's making fairly casually as she goes like she knows where she's going, which she does, also she's right on the virus' tail too at this point. She seems to be doing all right with this as she moves after the strange viral program. She looks back at Isaac and speaks casually with him about some pointless subject just in case they are overhead "So what was a real fun time at the end of line, we should go there together again, don't you think?" The program ahead of them moves on and has somehow not noticed the pair they are in place to strike if they can keep this up a little longer.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' As it turns out, Isaac's stealth specialty is in social camouflage. "Oh, yeah, definitely. The wait was bad, but it was totally worth it once we got in the front door. Did you catch the names of the DJs? They had some pretty great mixes I'd like to track down." He's totally casual. He stands out a little bit because of his somewhat outlandish clothing, but the stuff he's talking about and all his body language make up for it. He tries to get a closer look without tipping their hand as they close on the infected Program. Maybe there are some tells. Or maybe he can tell if it's armed, or carrying anything but the standard disc. "So, what d'you want to do tonight?" He glances at Deelel and then the infected Program. It is pretty clear he means 'what do you want to do about /that/.'

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "I did, we can talk to them later and yes they are amazing. I still think I'm better though." Pride darn right she has it at least over issues she was made for, and perhaps the thing's she chose herself to do. She moves along acting causal but then again they came from the End of Line, tis a strange nexus point of digital reality that place. Isaac is able to get to see something that the program is about to turn down an alley. This might be a chance to move after them without much chance of the local guards noticing them. "I'm feeling like hunting for a nice little place to get some energy still. I think I could use some I over did it dancing." Deelel is moving to duck into the alley along with Isaac they will have to move fast, if they do and only now is the Program getting a hunch he's being followed but well? Isaac has his opening.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Deelel is allowed her pride. While Isaac has his own, he's actually pretty humble, given the things that he can do. He's repaired damaged and broken souls and asked for nothing more than a thank-you, and in some cases, not even that. He doesn't think the things that he does are incredible unless he's playing up the idea that someone /else/ thinks they are. Like, for instance, Exhibit A: His method of apprehending a virus. Isaac steps into the alley after Deelel. He slides a flat black pane out of his pocket, rimmed in white -- the Grid appearance of his tablet. He flicks his finger across it to turn it on... and nothing happens. Isaac glances down at it, frowning. He hits it a couple more times. Nothing. He can't feel the enchantments he's laid on it, either. It's just... inert. He mutters a little and sticks it back where it was, gesturing with his real hand and uttering a few seemingly nonsensical syllables. Isaac scrapes one foot across the ground, hard. There's a very slight distortion in the air behind the infected Program's feet, and near Isaac's foot. A pulse of kinetic energy, nearly invisible, flickers between him and the backs of the Program's calfs. It is pretty explicitly aimed to knock it flat on its back. It's also about the only thing Isaac can do without a proper foci. He'll have to work on that.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel would be stunned if she knew everything that Isaac done. Still Isaac is a good man and she does know that much, however there is the virus as they move after him. Deelel is keeping up with Issac and she looks to her friend poking his pad. Okay lets not think it may have a world like this in it. There are too many damn layers to reality she's finding as of late. Okay she sees him doing something something pretty strange the Program is about to try to break into a run as the pair close in but? Isaac's trick works and wham the viral program goes flat on his face dropping what seems to be a small chip like device of some sort. "..." is the virus only reply as it tries to get up but well being flat on his back has not left him in a very good situation.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac's tiny spell works! Well, 'tiny.' It's kind of cool, but he does way more intricate things. He runs into the alley. Rather than go for the virus -- which he leaves to Deelel, because she's got the actual weapon -- he goes for the thing he dropped. He does another quick casting of the same spell, bouncing the device once in his direction and then snatching it up. He holds it in his hand, glancing between it, the infected Program, and then to Deelel. He leaves the final fate of this guy to her. He's not a native. His first reaction is to just destroy it, but...

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Isaac is able to get the item, whatever it is? It's important from the looks of it either way the virus doesn't seem to happy but isn't saying anything as Deelel looms over him for a moment her eyes narrow at him as she goes for her Disc, she doesn't like this as she likely knows what she has to do but the virus is helpless at this point. It doesn't feel right. She puts the disc on her back, and moves to tie the virus up with some strange materiel she's pulled from the wall leaving some damage. Deelel grunts not looking happy as she glares. "It's no spreading looks like a Trojan of some sort, Blackguard will either clean him or derez, I wish TRON was here we could do more but .... it doesn't feel right to do it like that." The Virus meanwhile stares at both of them and twitches suddenly as he is remotely terminated or self terminates and vanishes in a flash of light and Deelel looks away and back to Isaac. "...Self terminated or remote terminated. I can't say which, that's wait that's for carrying data..."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Deelel made the right call. Isaac approves of showing mercy to your enemies, even if they could come back to bite you later. He keeps a step away, and turns the chip over in his hand. Definitely some kind of storage device, but... The virus suddenly twitches and disappears. Isaac jerks back, startled by the suddenness of it all. He looks at Deelel to make sure she's okay, and then down at the thing in his hand to make sure /it/ isn't either A) suddenly infectious, or B) destroyed with the infected Program. He's pretty sure it's neither. He's also not sure if he can /get/ infected, but he doesn't want to really find out. "Yeah. It'd have to be." He bounces the chip in his palm lightly. "He was prepared to die to deliver this; it has to be important. Otherwise, wouldn't they just run for their location more quietly and show them their Disc at the appropriate time?" Isaac picks up on things!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel folds her arms for a moment as she sighs looking back at where the virus was for a moment, but there's nothing she can do. She shakes her head given that might have been a basic who'd just been infected. It was too late to do anything and she can not waste time thinking about it. "Data device it's used to carry secure information. He likely didn't know what was on item and didn't access it. Honestly? Because if he's caught and has an ID disc? It could be easily accessed also programs on this OS don't all have them. Only those from the games or in MCP's employ would have such." She tilts her head as she looks at the item for a moment. "Still your picking up on things, quicker than the last group I had to heard with my friends." Seriously it was like herding cats then something hits her. "We shouldn't stay long that kill command may have...sent a signal to whomever he was working for. However let me see that thing you have there I may be able to access it."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' "Huh. Figured it was a constant," Isaac murmurs. You learn something new every... cycle? Isaac straightens. He brushes off his coat a little habitually, and starts to pocket the chip. Deelel stops him by asking for it. He shrugs, and pulls it back out, tossing it lightly, under-handed, over to her. It's a little clumsy; he's not left-handed, though he's been learning to make up for it. Fortunately, she's an expert Disc-fighter, so it won't be a big deal. "Then we should probably check it out /away/ from the scene of the crime," Isaac suggests. "Know a good place to lay low?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel catches the chip easily enough and nods to Isaac as she muses for a moment thinking over her options for the moment. "We should move yes, lets get back to the end of line and make for my home. It may be a bit dangerous but it's safer than remaining here for the moment. Who knows what could come, SARKs guards? Whoever was pulling this now dead couriers strings? She didn't want to know who or what would come. Only that it would be bad and they might lose what they had picked up. With that she's going to make for the club to get to the rip to her own system. It may be a restricted area too however she doesn't have much choice as she leads Isaac along fearful of what might be on the device they captured. The Trip is something as they change systems Isaac would find the world sharing a bit more in common with Isaac?s own they end up in a what might be a train station and have to dodge guards to sneak in. The suits have changed again Deelel's now looks like a far more cleaned up version of what she's seen wearing in Manhattan also no seams are visible in it's designed. The train trip is thankfully uneventful as they reach Argon city. "This is Argon we'll have to make the rest of the trip by lightcycle. Oh by the way? You have more than earned this, one current gen cycle as promised." She grins as she hands Isaac the light baton and then she activates her heads on the road and heads out for Purgos making sure Isaac can keep up with her, it would be quite the trip. One might make notice of the coastal region and water, also there are mountains in the distance as well as the highway twists and turns they'd be heading for a more rundown section of town the teal light of the main city becomes an array of dazzling colours. "Got a friend here she's trust worthy, she's already risking her neck for us and she can set us up with what else we need." She twists and turns through the rundown region until she heads point she calls for a stop and gets off the bike it vanishing back into the baton once more. "Come on this way."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' "Good plan." Isaac starts to follow Deelel out of the alleyway. He's pretty quick on his feet; they'll get into the place and the... tear... in short order. To his credit, he doesn't even really hesitate. AND THEN Train station. Isaac glances around at the Programs. The first thing he notices is that all of them are exceptionally color-coded and wearing things that are a lot better-looking than the stuff they had in the previous Grid system. The second is that they all have Disks. He frowns a little, murmuring something under his breath and waggling his fingers on both hands slightly. If Deelel looks, she'll spot what looks like a Disk on his back, exactly where it should be. If she looks /closely/, she'll basically see right through the simple illusion. It should hold up for a crowd, though. She might also notice the white lines dimly glowing along the ends of his coat-sleeves and, more bizarrely, the parallel ones coming out of his right sleeve along his arm. Isaac doesn't seem to notice. "Okay." He buttons up his coat. 'Badass longcoat' fits better around here than most things. At least he's all in black, now. "Let's go." AND THEN Isaac looks at the baton with some hesitation. Deelel jumps forward and takes off. Isaac looks at it, muttering, "Better not glitch out on me, magic techno-stick," and then runs after her, holding it out -- AND THEN "Woah-ha-ha-ha-hoooooo!!" ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM AND THEN They stop. Isaac swings his leg off the cycle, collapsing it back into the baton form. He holds it up. "That was kind of awesome." He looks around, and gets to following again. He's doing a lot of that.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel did notice how Isaac has managed a pretty good trick to avoid being seen as a stray and thankfully for both their sakes it holds out well through out their trip. She has always wanted to show him Argon anyway, so this was mixing a bit of pleasure into business. Once they make it into house and the door seals itself she turns her head to Isaac grinning a little bit at him. "See it didn't glitch out and its yours to keep as I promised sometime ago, yes yes it is. Look while I crunch the data we picked up? You should go talk to Aurora and get fitted with an actual disc it should hold up with actual inspection she can fit you with a less stand out outfit if needed too. Tessler's likely got CLU breathing down his neck and he's stepping up things since the break out at the arena." Aurora's suit is different from Deelel's and is a fair bit more form hugging it's also white she'll set Isaac up with a disc, she'll allow him to inspect it as much as he likes. Deelel meanwhile vanishes downstairs and comes back with some strange looking gear. She'll sit down and get to work on it her nature seems a bit less animated as she's fully focused on cracking the data working at a mental rate that is not typical for a human. "I should be done in a bit, this a bit more than I expected but it's like the person behind this isn't used to a ... a system..." Isaac would find Aurora quite sympathetic and generally kind she talks a bit about helping strays and amused Deelel has found another one though Isaac's arm may catch her attention if it does she'll be surprised.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Deelel would also have noticed that it takes a /lot/ of effort to keep that up. He keeps talking to himself in a weird language, and doesn't say a word until they're out of the crowded transit station. Illusions are hard when he has to make up the spell on the spot... again. He's got a perfect memory, but he uses the digital tomes as a focus for keeping his spells going. He'll need to find a replacement. Or maybe make one... In the hideout, though, Isaac's more concerned with the Disk. With the possibility of memories he doesn't want people to have access to being stored on it, he's not immediately willing to let someone bind one to him. He exchanges a few words with Aurora and takes the Disk, turning it over in his hands and murmuring a few things here and there. They talk for a moment, and when Deelel comes back upstairs, he's handing it back to her, apparently finding it otherwise alright. Isaac pulls his longcoat off and folds it over his left arm. He's wearing too-human clothing underneath it. "The coat will probably do," he murmurs with a shrug. His right arm is definitely visible now, though; the artificial limb looks more solid and sleeker than it had on Wise OS, and has a definite pattern of white lines running from shoulder to wrist, with a hand that is nearly solid light. He eyes Aurora for a second when she seems to react to it. "What?" He looks over at Deelel. "Is this a thing?" He points at his right arm with his left. "I figured all tech from outside got this way."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel stops working for a moment and looks at Isaac's arm intent for a moment. He used the term outside? Okay quick cover, not out of wanting to lie to Aurora but to help better cover her own hide as she's stuck her neck out a long way already. "Yes older tech found from outside the system does still it looks like ... a weapon system I'm aware of. One that General Tessler himself uses. Light arms, pardon the pun if you will. Can extend several times longer than their natural length and then some, also can be charged with a light disc field." The Siren is a bit surprised perhaps this program is an escaped test subject? Best to not ask too much as she excuses herself for there are some things she needs to do. Deelel on the other hand looks at Isaac again for a moment. "I think I have it, as I said whoever this is seemed inexperienced in how to properly encode. It's not terrible but feels like they are not as experienced as some. I need a hand with this if you could Isaac?" She's almost there but she wants someone else who'd be better than her, Deelel's thankfully done a lot of the grunt work translated thing and partially decoded it. To a non basic it might have taken a good deal of time to do so but she's basically set Isaac up to have a far easier time. Thankfully the gear's interface is in English and it display hard light displays and such for Isaac to work with.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' And that's why Isaac didn't say 'the real world' or something similarly insane-sounding. Now he just seems mysterious and enigmatic instead of super crazy! "Huh." He throws his coat back on, resolving to just keep it buttoned up. He's not thrilled with the idea of a jumpsuit. "So I'm the Bionic --" Isaac stops for a second when Aurora hastily affixes the Disk he handed back. He blinks a couple of times while it synchs up. There's a flickering, and the various bits of white light along the edges of his coat and the more dense lines along his arms shift colors, changing to a vibrant purple. The significance of the color probably drives the Siren out of the room that much faster. Isaac has no idea. "-- Commando," he finishes, albeit belatedly. He rolls his shoulders, getting a feel for how the Disk works out in practice where it is. He hums a little to himself, and reaches up over his shoulder to tap it with his finger. Feels solid. Easy to draw, that way, though too short-range for his liking. Maybe he /can/ deck people with his mechanical prosthetic? "Oh, yeah, sure." Isaac gets up and checks out the setup Deelel has provided. He leans over, examining the displays and what they're showing. "Looks a little sloppy," he agrees. "The syntax is a bit foreign to me, buuut..." He cracks his knuckles and gets down to it. As it turns out, the 'Hacker Program' color designation is totally accurate.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel seems a little bit amused at how Isaac reacts to his disc. The Siren is gone perhaps due to the colour or having something to do. Perhaps both or her getting the feeling they may be talking about something she best does not hear about, nor have on her own disc. Deelel had done well but at the point she hit, one needed more actual skill in the field also perhaps a better understanding of the inner workings of an organic programmer. Programs when they make thing do things like actually comment. "It may be but really looks like it wasn't one of my kind who did so? Looks like it might have been trapped I wasn't sure." The message with some work? For it takes Isaac a bit to get through it finally he gets an audio. There's also some data that points out something disturbing. The data stamps and such refer to there's a connection to .... Hallow Bastion from the looks of some of the information. There's a connection to it somewhere in the Wise OS, that would be disturbing in and of itself alone. The worst part is the audio which starts to play. The voice is male but distorted so you can't really tell whom it is. "We have moved to the third experimental subject now is in room number 404 in Castle Oblivion. Her plushie is however causing issue it appears to be some sort of supernatural focus and is causing some level of interference. Additionally the fifth test subject has not accepted our offer, while not out right refusing they have opted to seek more information before our next meeting. We may need to engage in a contingency plan to handle the situation..."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' The Siren leaves. Isaac watches her go, both to make sure she isn't lingering and eavesdropping and because cute girl in skin-tight suit. Mostly it's the former, though. He doesn't know if he trusts her yet. "Looks like..." Isaac frowns, examining the data as he cracks the rushed encryption. Sure, it would keep out a normal Program, but when you get a guy like Isaac on the case, he cuts through the security like a hot knife through butter. Cyber-knife. Digi-butter. "...there's a Wise OS connection to Hollow Bastion." He sounds surprised, but not totally shocked. "Here, looks like there's audio." He hits play. Isaac listens. He gets less enthused as the clip goes on. Once it's over, the stands up, straightening his coat. "Well... looks like someone had better get down there," he says, grimly. He has no desire to get anywhere near that place again, but... Shit. He /never/ gets a day off.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel seems very concerned as the message goes on she looks at Isaac as she gets the impression he doesn't want to go near that place. She tilts her head for a moment and frowns before finally finding the right words to say. "I do not like this either. I have heard things about this place. Still given who that sounds like? I can't just sit idle here." Deelel puts the gear away somewhat and make sure her disc is latched on. "We should use the tunnel entrance and get going to the exist point here. We'll hit up the arcade and get moving. I don't think delaying long would be wise for what's going on. Given what I heard about that place? The longer someone is in? The harder it is to get someone out..." She does not know but at least? The basic is treating his place as a very dangerous location and is being cautious. Deelel meanwhile knew things were about to get bad, very bad.

It all goes down hill

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/08/21
|Location=Narshe - Mountain
|Synopsis=Deelel discovers sleds and riding them down hills on snow. She's not alone in trying this out as Maira and she? Drag several other friends along for the fun and Cocoa.
|Cast of Characters=Katyna, Deelel, Maira, Emi Dennou, Percival
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Dashing through the snow on a one horse open sla...wait that can't be right. That is not right at all for what is happening up in the mountains of Narshe. No Deelel had found about this things users did with snow. Flynn OS had it but programs didn't partake in winter sports much other than the rare biker sort who'd use a light snowmobile to check out part of the wasteland really. SOP here she was at one of the safer peaks having convinced a few others to come along this would be fun. After how serious things had been as of late? Deelel could use some time to cut lose. As happy as she was about home to see it in the state it was was almost heart breaking to the program. "So come on to these sleds you just ride them down, no power and just make use of gravity? Seriously?" She has to wonder sometimes how her friend's people have lasted so long but then again they seem to have knack for defying logic from the looks of it. She grins "So are we going to do this just note I never done it before." She does have her drop pack armed in case things do go crazy but that's just for her. Lets hope no disaster befalls this.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' It feels good to get out of the jungle. Just for the novelty of it (and to show off her fabulous knitwear) Maira is dressed for snow with a hat with earflaps and a pompom and matching mittens in the fair isle design. She does not have a sled, but she does have a very nice piece of cardboard. This is what she tells herself, anyway. "Yeah, its totally fun! Watch!" she says, then gets a running start before diving down belly first on the cardboard, down the hill. Kinda slowly. Aw, nuts.

:'''[[Katyna]] has posed:''' Well, Kat's not really a snow person, buut, she had been following rumuours that a certain someone she was looking for, had been seen in this area. Of course while she's here, she might as well take a look at the bnny hills. "Ooh.." She sniffles, having clearly caught a cold somewhere along the way..Snow? Cold? Give her heat and desert any time of the day! "Darn, why does the snow have to be soooo cold?" She doesnt have a sled. Actually, she's never sledded before. Go figure, she's not big on the snow thing afterall. So she just watches curiously as the others have fun, half wanting to give it a shot, half fearful of getting buried knee deep in snow...

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel just kinda stares at Maira as she shows her how it works, the basics does get it but it's just one of those things that takes her a bit to fully understand. Going down a hill on something slippery without any powered means of control? Then again. Deelel has something akin to a sled she bought down in town a former employee of the recently shut down tool company had turned to making sleds. "Are you all right Maira?" Deelel seems to have got it as she waits a moment then makes up her mind taking her sle4ad and down the hill she goes over the snow at the mercy of gravity itself!

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira comes to a stop before she even reaches the bottom of the hill, looking disgruntled. She simply must have a better sled! She should have grabbed a lunch tray or something! The girl gets to her feet and considers. She should be able to make something, surely...a finger rises to tap against her bottom lip as she begins to walk back up the hill as Deelel slides down. "There you go Deelel!" she cheers. Maira smiles brightly as she makes it up to Katyna, throwing her arms around her friend in greeting. "Katy! Nice to see you! How have you been? You look cold. I have an extra pair of mittens if you need..."

:'''[[Katyna]] has posed:''' Katyna had not seen her fellow VALKYRI in a while, having travelled for a bit in search of her dear friend, Razan. She beams at the sight of Maira, hugging her back warmly. "Maira!! Heey, what brings you here?" She grins, nodding to Deelel as she recognizes her, although not knowing her all that well, she does not get hugs. "Heh, sledding huh? Actually I'm not much of a tobogganist myself, just came here lookin' for someone.." She makes a face, "Heh, I guess I've always been more of a fire person myself...Gee, I wish I could make it hotter here.." An evil idea comes to mind as she says that.. "Hmmmm...."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira grins and winks to Katyna. "Well, I know all about that. Luckily, my magic always keeps me warm pretty much no matter what. Very handy sometime!" she chirps. Maira could prance around the snow in a bikini and melt it around her if she desired. But sledding is more fun, and so is wearing hats and mittens. "Yeah, back over at the Inn. Go ahead and run and get them! You gotta stay warm!" she replies, waving Katyna off.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel lets out a surprised cry, it's not too startled,. She has gone sky divine both for business and pleasure before. Still this is still something new. She has little control on her first run down the hill. She manages to keep enough control until the very end she has no chance to reply to Maira, why? A snowbank! WHOOMP! Deelel slams right into there's an explosion of the powdery material and Deelel vanishes in said plume. It take s a little bit for the now covered in snow program to shake herself off and start trudging back up the hillside with her sled in tow. "...I think I need to work on the stopping and it's good to see Kat is getting out more. So Maira your certain you won't melt the entire mountain, right?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira giggles brightly as Deelel crashes into the snowbank. She can't help herself. It is totally something she would do (and has done. Here, actually.) At Deelel's teasing, Maira shakes her head, waving her hands in front of her emphatically. "Of course not! I don't even think I could melt that much snow--no, no, I'm pretty sure of it!" she says, turning to look at the mountain. Well, maybe if she really let loose and had no care for collateral damage....Naaaah. That's a LOT of ground to cover! "Say, could I borrow you sled for a run down? Pleeeease?" she asks, smiling warmly. Her piece of cardboard is pathetasad.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Gargoyles don't get cold easily. Narshe however was plenty chilly, almost on the verge of discomfort. As he crunched along in the snow, hands folded behind his back, and wings furled around his shoulders, he soon spied the sledding group. However, at first he doesn't say anything, after all, they're having a good time. And watching them sled was plenty fun on it's own. Also he might break the sled, and he'd hate to be the cause of one of them making the name of the sled their last words like some eccentric billionaire or something, that'd be a real shame.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' A Dennou is nearby. She is wearing warm clothes--including scarf and sweater--and even mittens--and most of her body is covered up making identity, once again, not especially obvious. She has been making snow angels when people start crashing in on the snowbank. It's pretty reckless and whatnot. But even so. "..." It raises a hand before continuing work on the snow angel.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira takes the sled with a bright, grateful smile. She lays down upon it then channels a burst of aero to give her a nice boost down the hill. "Weeeeeeeeee!" FWUMP! Maira sails past Perci and the mysterious Dennou to land in the very same snow bank as Deelel. She climbs out, laughing brightly, the snow that touches her skin already melted. Upon spotting Percival, she shuffles on over to him, leaping up for a slightly soggy hug and a warm kiss, her lips wet with melted snow. "Hey! Come to go sledding?" she asks. She hopes he's wearing the sweater she made :| Maira then notices the Dennou making snow angels and waves. "Hey! Um...er, which sister are you?" she asks with a laugh.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel didn't seem too bothered by the cold, well it bothered her but not to the level someone made of flesh and blood would be. She does however seem to be making her way back up and she looks over to Percival for a moment. "Come on join in, I think we may have some more cardboard around here some where for you to use." Then she notices there's a Dennou here she's not sure who it is right now given how bundled up the Dennou is. However it's clear they are having fun so that's the important thing. She waves to the Denno but is going back to get ready for another run but she looks over to Maira and nods "Please take it and have fun!" She passes Maira said sled.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' He is in fact wearing the sweater, but just because she made it for him, not because he's actually all that cold. /FWOOOMMM/ /Fwump/. The Gargoyle has a sudden sweatdrop as the Aero boosted Maira sails past him and lands in a snowbank. At first he stalks over to try and help her up, but she'd already extracted herself, so instead, he just returns the hug, with /double hugs/ of his own, and a light kiss. "I'm not sure if I'm cut out for sledding Maira. I'm a little...overweight, I'd probably have to make my own. Or find a Bangaa sled shop, if one exists." The Gargoyle chuckles lightly. The Gargoyle waves with one hand over towards the Dennou and /Dee/, "Good evening Deelel...and..." He scratches his head, he didn't have enough Legion rep for instant recognition. "...yes, which Dennou sister are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' The Dennou in particular has made at least two on their own. She stands up and says, "This one is Shida of the Network. Hello." Pause. "Hello." She looks towards Deelel for several seconds. Stare. And then she adds, "It's snow problem." ... "Emi told this one to say that." She looks towards Percival and thinks, for a moment, about overweight gargoyles. She says, instead though, "It has been some time Percival. What have you been doing?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel watches Maira go off to have her fun and he smiles as she sees Maira just go down the hill and having a good deal of fun. She grins a little bit and seems she's not going to be going down the hill for a bit. She peers at Percy for a moment then understand he does have more mass tn a human given his height, tail, and wings. So ya that could be an issued. "we could attempt to find you one if you like. Still good to see you out." Deelel looks at Shida Dennou now as she now knows which Dennou is here. "Well good to see your enjoying yourself as well Shida." Now she does know which of the Dennous is here and that makes things well less troublesome and save Deelel the embarrassment of miss identifying which Dennou was here.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira laughs out loud when Percival says he's overweight. "You are not overweight! That's a terrible thing to say! Hehehe, you're heavy, sure, but that won't matter on a sled. In fact, you'll go down the hill faster than someone who is lighter! You can use my cardboard--though its pretty sad as far as sleds go. We'll have to get a good one. Built strong," she comments with a grin. Maira brightens (how is this possible?) and waves to Shida. "Shida! Good to see you! Have you tried sledding? Its fun! But the best part is going for hot cocoa afterward," she says before looking back to Perci, tugging at his sweater a little, blushing. "You're wearing it. It looks really good on you," she comments, then motions for him to follow her as she begins to drag the sled back over to Deelel, grinning. "Thanks Deelel! That was fun. I can give you a little boost on your next run down, then you'll really get some speed. OU OU! We should totally build a little jump--get some air. That's be /awesome/!"

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' The Gargoyle looks towards Shida, offering a smile as he answers her, "That's a pretty good pun, Shida. It's good to see you again. And mostly adventuring, training... we visited Atlantis not too long ago, that was an interesting journey." He then turns to Dee and Maira at that point, "Well...perhaps..." A chortle rumbles within his throat, "....I might try the cardboard one, but I have a feeling that it will fall apart rather easily under my..." He grins a little, "I don't mean overweight as in... you get the point." And then the issue of creating a jump comes up. And he thinks about it, considering. "Hrm, if only the sled was able to support all of our weight, I could likely given us..." His grin widens even further, "...a good amount of air time."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Naturally Percival has a rock solid build. ;) ;) ;) "No, we haven't tried sledding. ... but we would not mind skipping to the cocoa. There is cocoa, yes? The Network inquires as to where cocoa may be procured." She's pretty coooooooold after all--she's been making snow angels. Though she is going to start making one right now in the meanwhile, who knows when cocoa may appear and as it stands she could make a third one. "Atlantis is an underwater kingdom." She says. "Does daylight count--" She trails off, thinks about it, then doesn't add anything else.

:'''[[Katyna]] has posed:''' Katyna returns a good while later, with thick mitts on her hands and a grin on her face. "Heh, that's muuuch better. Had some hot chocolate n, hung out by the fireplace for a bit.." Honestly, it's a lot more cozy than being out here, and she feels a bit warmer too. Unlike Maira however, she's not all that magically inclined, just a normal(ish) human whose used to warmer climes and took quite a liking to her firesword..But that's another story for another day.. "Hey guys!" She smiles and waves as she sees the group has got a bit bigger now..Ooh, and Kat's brought with her one of those light weight, magic carpet things! you know the ones! "Heee, so who's up for a little race?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira's eyes widen as she reaches out to take Perci by the shoulders. "YEEEESSSS that's an amazing idea! Oh, we are so doing this," she says, then turns her attention to the hill. Those sensitive to magic would feel the air prickle before the ground begins to shake, a bit of earth rising up suddenly to form a mound they could smooth over to make a ramp. Maira titters like a mad squirrel. "This is going to be awesome! Guys! Help me pack the snow over this and smooth it down to make a ramp!" Next up, half-pipe. WEEE. "We could take a cocoa break if you are cold Shida..." she says, taking off her scarf and wrapping it around the Dennou. Maira doesn't really need it. Maira spins toward Katyna as she returns. "Katy! Building a jump! Oh ho ho, a race you say! I'm in!"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "He is larger than the humans the sled was made for." She's just poking a bit at her friends for the most part, she looks at Maira as she does brighten. How does miss I may be a fire elemental pretending to be a human to get brighter? It has happened somehow this is seriously a thing that just happened. "humm more speed that could be fun! Why not!" Deelel really liked things fast, however she looks over to the Dennou for a moment. "If you'd like to use my sled, your more than welcome to." She looks back to Percy, it seems she likes his suggestion and the wheels are turning in the basic's head. Or perhaps somethings more it's hard to tell just what she's thinking about. Then Katyna returns and brings up the idea of a race. There's so many possibilities of what the group could do at this point. "I could be up for one...if no one needs my sled."

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Unspoken puns for the win! "You can probably find some cocoa at the inn, Shida." On the question of Atlantis, he actually grins a little, "When sunlight can't reach us, our bodies still stay relatively in synch with the cycles. It's just when we visit worlds with... odd quirks, or places with traverse town that our sleep and waking cycles shift in strange ways." He waves to Katyna, he's not too familiar with her, but he smiles amicably nevertheless, "Good evening Katyna." Maira suddenly takes the amazing airtime idea and runs with it, causing an earth ramp to form. And while he's still doing some mental calculations on whether he can get on the sled without it breaking, even for a short time he still walks over to pack snow on it. He then looks at Deelel, "Yes, I am slightly worried about the weight limit... I mean, how many do you think we can fit on there if I'm to be on there."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira rolls her eyes at Percival. "Oh you're not /that/ heavy, not when you are, you know, not made of stone," she informs him, sticking her tongue out playfully. She ought to know. "We'll just have to take turns on the sled, two people at a time."

:'''[[Katyna]] has posed:''' Kat peers at Shida, again having trouble differentiating between all the Dennous. "Heh..Shida, was it?" She doesn't think she's met this one. Sheesh, too many to keep track of! "Yeah, they've got hot cocoa back at the inn, it's pretty good stuff! I like sipping it by the fireplace. Real nice n' cozy!" But first, time to make this sled jump! She nods enthusiastically to Maira and begins to work on building the snow mound, smoothing it out as best as she can. Too bad she left her sword back at the inn, or she could have tried sculpting it better with her fire sword. Finally spotting Perci, she grins and waves. "Hii! Nice t'see you again!" When he talks about their weird sleep wake cycles, she remembers what Zia had told her before about them turning to stone..Wait, was there daylight here? Or...Oooh..Intersting. Then of course Maira uses magic to create a mound and she makes a face. "Heey, that's cheating!"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Shida is quiet for several seconds. She gives Maira a strange look. The, ultimately, she says, "Okay." She sits up from her latest Snow Angel. "Later, then, that way we can all have cocoa." She scratches at her cheek lightly before considering, and considering, and then ultimately saying, "Do you often carry Percival, Shida of the Network is wondering."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "The inn yes does deal in cocoa or something along those lines." She looks to Percy and makes note about that tidbit of Gargoyles biology that might useful to know after all another Shard Seeker is one after all. "It must take a bit to get used to, though the Gargoyles I have met seem to be able to handle it well." She's still hanging on to her sled however it seems something else is going on as magic starts to get employed this could get a bit silly.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira places her hands on her hips and looks to Katy. "It is not cheating!" she replies before looking to Shida. At the question, Maira blinks several times, then laughs, her cheeks coloring. "N-no I don't carry him! I couldn't even pick him up!" she says, waving this off as she continues to smooth out the ramp. When she turns to consult Perci again, she finds he has gone all statue on them. "Awwww! You have the worst timing!" she complains. Well, almost the worst timing. A heavy sigh. "Alright fine, lets go inside for some hot cocoa."

:'''[[Katyna]] has posed:''' Katyna blinks, peering up at the sky and the fast approaching sun. "Wow, it must've been hidden behind the clouds all this time.." she sighs a little, wondering how Perci and Maira ever manage to have a normal relationship when he turns to stone a lot. "Gee that's harsh. Do ya think he's okay up here? It'd suck if someone accidently rammed into him on a sled, or he...Fell down the hill, or....." There's so many things that could happen. Sheesh, she's glad she's not a garg, or dating one :P "Welll, I can't say no to hot cocoa! Or sitting by the fireplace!" She grins and winks at Maira, "Hah, only kidding! That's cool, I wish I could manipulate fire like that! How bout we toboggan down to the inn! Way faster!" But before she does so, Kat just HAS to reach out and touch Perci's stoned form. Just cuz, y'know, she's never seen or touched a stoned gargoyle before!

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Is that so?" Shida asks. "Then how do you know, Shida of the Network wonders if perhaps a scale was utilized?" There is a non-zero chance that this is teasing. Naturally, she seems pretty excited about getting to get cocoa. She smiles brightly--she's good at smiling--and says, "Yes! We would like that very much. Mornings are good for hot cocoa."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Oh, Maira would give all the ice cream in the world up if it meant Perci didn't turn to stone during the day. It makes her completely crazy, just because she worries about him so much. Sighing, Maira reaches up to lay her hand on Perci's cold, stone chest, then begins channeling her magic. She's come up with some ways to protect him when this happens somewhere unexpected. Soon enough, the ground begins to soften and Perci's form slowly sinks down into the earth. She casts another few protection spells, then turns to the others. "I'll come get him up before sunset, but he'll be a lot safer down there," she says. Sled down? Why yes! Maira smiles, though it has dimmed considerably. She nabs the slep and hops onto it, pulling Katy down with her before she gives them both a boost of air from behind to practically rocket them down the hill toward the Inn. When she gets there, she blushes at Shida's teasing again, knowing now she has to be teasing. She leans in and whispers something into Shida's ear, then giggles and skips inside!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks to Shida for a moment and grins a bit "The Cocoa is on me, I can spare the mummy for this." She totally can after all she doesn't need food/energy as often as a human or similar being needs. So she tends to have a bit of extra pocket change from her world. "So you got Percy covered then he'll likely be looking like a snowman at that point." That mental images amuses Deelel quite a bit as she follows the others back to town. She'll head on inside after Maira and thinks today has been a really good day.

Of Pirates, Programs and Gnomes

2013-08-23T20:05:56Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/08/22
|Location=Port Royal
|Synopsis=Zidane is just seeking gold and a bit of a good time in Port Royal, when he encounters Deelel who seems to be there for supplies. Sadly for them they end up having to flee a swarm of Heartless!
|Cast of Characters=Deelel, Zidane
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Zidane]] has posed:''' So yeah. Pirates. Zidane had a lot of fellow feeling for Pirates, being fellow brigands and all that. He slunk around the causeways of Port Royal, knives at the ready, ready to fight back against the invading Heartless. He was after treasure, after all. So he added an eyepatch along with his frilly cravat shirt.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Indeed Pirates and Deelel's outfit has changed so darn much this was one of the more dramatic world alterations. She had a bandana that had a pixilated skull and crossbones on it, thigh high boots, shirt, bandoleer, where one might keep a pistol a empty sword scabbard on her hip and a strange sick hanging on her mount. Let us not forget bad-ass leather gloves either. Deelel had just been exploring this strange place. Still there were things to get things to run into and well trouble to find she's wasn't too hard to not spot given she was a bit cleaner than the other natives.

:'''[[Zidane]] has posed:''' Zidane kept slipping through the area, and caught sight of a familiar girl in pixalated pirate gear. With a grin, he jumped over a couple of barrels towards her, and waved. "Hey there Deelel... what brings ya out here tonigh, eh?" He chuckles, idly throwing a knife behind them to skewer a small Heartless

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel stops pauses an looks over at yet another pirate as Zidane just pegs another Heartless. She pulls the disc off her back and then launches it at another that's she's spotted. She catches the disc as it returns to her, then she scoops up the mummy it leaves in it's wake. "Humm food supplies and some rum. Honestly I need to keep the Shard Seekers stocked up. You?"

:'''[[Zidane]] has posed:''' Zidane chuckles as he jumps over to get his knife back, shrugging a bit. "Treasure, booty, all that good piratey stuff. Arr." He says, winking at Deelel as he hefts his knife up and down in his hand a bit. "I think there's a tavern back this way, if you're looking for Rum." He indicates another passage behind them, but a shuffling sound indicates that there's more Heartless coming their way.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Booty? Which sort are you hunting both?" Deelel has been starting to get certain things about user after all. She smirks a little bit as she looks over at Zidane for a moment "Rum's the last thing to get honesly the food deal is easier to ... oh that's just glitched. We got more heartless on the way."

:'''[[Zidane]] has posed:''' Zidane snerks a bit, shrugging. "Eh, you know how it is... either or, I assure you. Mostly gold right now..." Dagger was still around, after all. He turns his head toward the noise, and sighs. "Sounds like it... we'd better run."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "I understand. As for the heartless I think that's why everyone else has cleared out maybe we can lure them away from this part of town." She gets up now and looks to Zidan and takes off but not so fast he can't follow her. "Stop lagging and get moving!"

:'''[[Zidane]] has posed:''' He yelps, and then runs after her, nodding a bit as he does so. "Hey, I'm running, I'm running! Don't you worry about me!" He huffs and puffs a bit, but keeps up, cutting a few ropes as he goes, letting piles of building materials fall on top of the Heartless as they get closer

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is running away at high speeds and is she breathing? It's hard to tell if she is or not as she goes. "I'm not about to feed someones to those things, wait look this way we can loose them by the docks and train them into the bay!" Will it work? Perhaps it will or become one of those stories they talk about and never give anyone the details on.

A Fairy with sword?!

2013-08-18T06:58:44Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/08/17
|Location=Southern Manhattan
|Synopsis=Just another day in Manhattan, that's all there is to it. Well it's nor normal really when several of the Dennou clan and Deelel encounter a lost Fairy. Who has a sword bigger than she is.
|Cast of Characters=Deelel, Emi Dennou, Saitei Dennou, Isera
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Isera]] has posed:''' Manhattan is... Manhattan. There's a lot of people in it, all doing their own things in the big city; keeping to themselves, or moving in groups, or simply going from one place to another. It being evening doesn't change that very much. It just makes it a little darker. And then there's an alley. The alley is dark, though not especially mysterious; it's almost exactly halfway between the Arcade and the Twilight Detective Agency. The alley has a Dumpster, which is open. Isera decided to stick her head in it a couple moments ago to see what was inside. "Groooss!" That explains why a small flying figure just darted out of an alley and then low, one arm over her mouth. It gets some attention by virtue being a fast-moving object that is heading very quickly away from the alley... but let's be honest, past the first few moments, she gets a little less attention. Who looks /down/?

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' A few moments after-- Umi pokes her head from out BEHIND the dumpster (there are certain 'homeless man' techniques she's willing to incorporate into her style, but living in a dumpster is not one of them). She blinks several times as the fairy flits out. She ducks back down. Over the Network: YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS. And then over The Network, the others point out they can see just fine thanks to Umi seeing just fine. Nevertheless, they are in pursuit. (It's a fairy, of course they're going to be on pursuit). Of course they don't have to go too far because Emi just steps outsideo f the TDA building and sees the figure flitting past. "Hello!" She says, waving wildly at her. "Hello!!" She runs after. Umi tries to chase after too, but ends up slipping on a banana peel and going into the dumpster anyway. "Uwaagghhh!!" It slams shut on her. Oh noooooo!

:'''[[Isera]] has posed:''' Isera is really not /that/ hard to find. She's small, but she's... well, a fairy. Plus her wings make this drone when she buzzes past, like a particularly loud bee or dragonfly. She's getting some looks for that alone... and double-takes, because how often do you see a little fairy flying around with a knife bigger than she is strapped to her back? Isera shoots past Emi, then turns around once she's being hailed and comes right back. She comes to a stop with her feet about four feet above the ground, looking at Emi curiously. "Did you know," Isera says, "you're the first person to just say 'hello' all day??" She did not see Umi. Oh well.

:'''[[Saitei Dennou]] has posed:''' Some Network devices can't see just fine thanks to Umi; some can't even hear her exhorting them to go look. Saitei can, however, tell that the entirety of Legion has just become as hype as possible about something, and she'll be damned if she sits around in here smashing her head against Yukari's Last Word when something this exciting is apparently happening nearby. Saitei does not wave madly at the fairy as she flits past the doorway; she looms behind her sister and peers up the street, until Umi starts throwing things in the alley. "Did you fall in /again/?" She steps past Emi, headed to help Umi out, but stops, astonished, once she finally realizes what it was she saw. "Hello!!!" Okay, now she's chasing and waving.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "This one finds that difficult to believe. You are a fairy. Evidence and pop culture suggest that saying hello to a fairy is among the first actions that one should take upon meeting one." She nods a few times, cupping her chin with a hand. "At least in this world. Hmm... Perhaps only The Network can see you. Sometimes fairies can be invisible to most people, but that would suggest this meeting is something akin to destiny." She pauses, glancing around, catching sight of Saitei--whom she nods to. She watches her head off to help Umi. "Oh thank you for the--" Umi begins, reaching out--only for Saitei to turn back around and the cover of the dumpster falls on her again. It's the laws of comic timing and cannot be stopped. "Ah--there, now we have multiple hellos." She nods once, offering a hand, but pauses thinking that might be a bit strange, so she lets it drop and says. "...This one is Emi."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel often passed through Manhattan now given the state of the arcade? Not to mention a possible DJ job here in Manhattan? She found herself often spending about equal time here int his city and back at the Shard Seeker's base. Either way this day? She's back in Manhattan now and has spotted some of the Dennou sisters. She's not surprised to see them about this city, still it's nice to see some people you do know even if it's mostly in passing. She's not yet spotted Isera, she's not the sort of being that Deelel would expect to be in Manhattan. "Greetings, it's been a while since I encountered any of the network." It only now she notices Isera and has not actually seen a fairy of her sort before. She takes a moment just looking at her curiously for a moment longer. "Greetings to you as well."

:'''[[Isera]] has posed:''' Isera is momentarily distracted by a thump behind her. Did the thing close? Isera turns, but Umi has already fallen back in, and remains unseen. Isera apparently has a lot of energy to keep hovering like that all the time, and carrying the knife around, too. "Well, they didn't. Some people pointed. And I'm not invisible!" Isera looks indignant for a moment, but gets distracted looking from Emi to Saitei and back. They look a lot the same, she thinks to herself, a little uncertainly. And /sound/ a lot the same. She also thinks Emi is introducing her to Saitei. "Hello, Emi!" she says, addressing Saitei when she says it. "I'm Isera! I was just looking around, I've never been here before and it's way bigger than any of the towns I've been to before. How do they build buildings so high?" Isera hears Deelel, but is too distracted to respond much. She manages a slightly strange twitch of one wing. It might be waving; it also causes her to drop a few inches before she recovers, lifting back up.

:'''[[Saitei Dennou]] has posed:''' They look a lot the same, and sound a lot the same, but Saitei seems a little taller and older. Probably the big sister. (this is false) "Cranes," she helpfully supplies; her smile of general childlike wonderment at encountering a 100% real fairy for real acquires, nevertheless, juuuust a tinge of annoyance, but she'd reather extend the joke than correct anything. "This one is Saitei," she adds /even more helpfully/, patting Emi on the head. "Dee, also hello! Everyone's greeted now, right?" Except Umi. Sorry, Umi.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi glances to Deelel. She tilts her head at her, and then says, "Deelel. It's good to see you again. The Network has found a fairy." She smiles widely for about 2 seconds then her normal neutral expression returns. 2 seconds is enough for people to understand the emotion she feels upon seeing fairy, she has to imagine. "You're not invisible." She agrees, nodding to Saitei as she introduces herself. That's right, she thinks, everyone has introduced themselves. Don't forget about meeee, Umi thinks back. "Everyone's here." Emi says. "This one imagines you could ask an architect that but it is probably rather complex." She offers a finger. "..." Perch perch perch, Emi tries to mind control Isera (she has no mind control powers, but she's still trying to use her brain to convince Isera to land). "The building we departed from is the TWilight Detective Agency. If you are in need of detectives, that is a good place to start, but if you are not in need of detectives..." She pauses. Why would anybody ever not want a detective around? "Well, you can still come by, probably. Is that a knife?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks at Isera she does notice the wing twitch? Was that a wave? She certainly thinks it was a wave. She waves back and sees that the small winged lady does seem to be pretty focused on Emi. She she has spotted Umi as well but Saitei? She's got her attention more fully at this point. She grins back at Saitei. "It is good good to see you and yes my name is Deelel. Hello to you as well Emi, and Umi." she looks the fairy over for a moment before replying to Emi. "It seems you have as for the blade it be more akin to the buster swords some Shinra SOLIDERs like to use given the size scale." This Fairy is clearly very strong for one of her people. She does keep back trying to not crowd the fairy however. She's also not looking very threatening though is part of what might be a tattoo on her exposed arm glowing? Yes, yes it is. "The TDA in my experience are the best in the worlds at their profession you can't go wrong hiring them if your in need of such."

:'''[[Isera]] has posed:''' Isera is a little vague on all the family terms anyway. She never needed to use very many at home. "Cranes?" Isera says. She sounds confused, mostly because she's thinking of the bird. "Well, I guess they could help," she adds, a little doubtfully. "Hello, Saitei! Hello, Dee!" Isera doesn't perch on the finger. She's ten inches tall; a finger is a little small, though she could probably sit on a hand or a shoulder pretty comfortably. Mostly she seems pretty happy drifting around, because it lets her look at people from odd angles. "It's /my/ knife," she says, proudly. "It's a sword, really. I mean, I say it's a sword. I don't know what a detective does, so I don't know if I need one."

:'''[[Saitei Dennou]] has posed:''' "Detectives are for finding out things," or that's what Saitei thinks, anyways. If 'detectives' is what the Network is, she's /really/ not sure what detectives do. "This one is more of an odd-jobs girl, though, honestly." Extremely odd. Ask Deelel about that business in Brittany Wood, for instance. "But you, what do you do? You have the look of a" bug "girl on a mission." Saitei leans closer when Isera drifts near, still smiling.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "A detective helps those that can't get help from anywhere else." Emi nods a few times, crossing her arms. "We're detectives too." IS SAITEI'S WORLD ABOUT TO BE DESTROYED? Nevertheless, Emi is of course brimming with pride and self-confidence at that announcement. She's done maybe like one...two?...cases about finding things out? Okay, usually she's shooting heartless with electricity. "...We do odd jobs too." Emi adds, pauses, before adding, "That is this one does odd jobs as well. Since we need money. To eat. We don't eat the money, we use the money to get food that we eat." Something that is totally not Umi thumps around in the dumpster. "So...we should call it a sword...then?" She adds. "Are you hungry?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel knows more about the machine known as a Crane than the bird itself, perhaps someday she'll find out. "Yes it's a large type of machine used for lifting loads normally used for building things like those really tall buildings you saw earlier." Isera goes into a bit of an explanation about her weapon, and then asks about detective work. She'll leave that up to the Network as they are part o the TDA it would be rude to steal their thunder after all. Emi then brings up the nature of their own work and the fact she does odd jobs like her sister does as well. "I admittedly do odd jobs myself, but I'm ... an artist as you might put it more than anything.": She makes note to just call the fairy's weapon a sword or whatever she prefers.

:'''[[Isera]] has posed:''' Detectives are for finding out things. Isera brightens. "Then I need a detective," she agrees. "I need to find out where a tree went!" This is probably not a very helpful explanation. "It's not here, anyway, because I'd notice," Isera says, "but I'd kind of like to find it - I was looking for it," she explains to Saitei, still thinking it's Emi, "and exploring. And helping people! So I think I could talk to one. No art though... And yes, you should call it a sword! Knives are little." Isera had a knife, too - one sized for her, actually, though she lost it somewhere along the way. Emi says a magic word. Isera's eyes brighten. "/Yes/," she says, "I'm hungry! I don't know where to find berries and things here. There aren't enough trees, and I can't buy anything from anyone because I don't have gold with me." How would she carry it? She doesn't have pockets.

:'''[[Saitei Dennou]] has posed:''' Trees go? Well, there was that movie with the ring and stuff, wasn't there? Saitei is... /reasonably/ certain it wasn't a documentary, but considering that she is talking to literally a fairy she supposes she shouldn't rule out mobile woods. But, wait, there's a bigger issue! "Someone ate the berries, this morning," she casts an accusatory glance toward the alley, but the true culprit is of course unknown. "This one remembers there were some plums left, though, would a plum be ok?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "A special tree and sounds like your an adventuring sort from the sounds of it. Also it depends on the scale of the blade to the person using it. I would surmise." She also makes note that Isera is hungry but what would she eat she ponders for a moment "What might you need to eat if I might ask?" She makes no assumptions given her own origins.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "...Where a tree went?" Emi says. And then, with a completely straight face, adds, "Did it leave any indication of where it might be headed?" Maybe she's thinking the tree got up and went off on its own as well. "--Or is this a tree you don't know personally?" Perhaps that's why she doesn't know where the tree is. Emi can't speak to trees, but maybe Isera can. "--There is a park not too far from here where there are trees--" The dumpster thumps again, this time hard enough to pop open. Umi tumbles out, a banana peel on her head. Emi looks at her finger and then adds a few more fingers experimentally.

:'''[[Isera]] has posed:''' Isera looks at Deelel like she was crazy for a minute. She actually turns around in place, wings beating to lift her up higher, so she can look Deelel in the eye. "Food?" she says, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. To her, maybe it is. Isera drops back down a moment later. "I am an adventurer," she agrees. "I mean, I wanted to be. And I'm trying to save my home from an evil wizard who turned the oldest tree ever into his castle." This all makes perfect sense to Isera. "So I guess it's going where he wants to. It's not here, though." Isera's wings aren't really getting tired, but she does tend to perch when she can, and she does now. Three fingers seem sufficient for her to sit on. Isera doesn't weigh a lot - like half a pound, probably, plus the knife. "I could eat a plum," she agrees.

:'''[[Saitei Dennou]] has posed:''' Actually, with all the framing bits in place, it /does/ make perfect sense, more or less. To Saitei, anyways. She's busy ooh-ing and aah-ing at the fairy as if she weren't theoretically one of the adults present, but she /was/ the one who claimed to have plums. "A plum! Yeah. This one will bring you some plums, unless you're coming in anyways." She says that, but she heard that clamor in the alley, and she remembered that there was a Dennou back there. Instead of heading back into the agency, she wanders around the corner to collect Umi, leaving Emi to direct traffic.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi ALSO gives Deelel a bit of a strange look. It's very subtle, that eyebrow has raised just a teensy bit to signal Emi's feelings on the matter, and then it's back down and she's looking at Deelel normally. Of course she just asked Isera if a tree left her a message so maybe she isn't really the best judge of what's weird. Then again, missing trees are pretty strange in of themselves. "Evil wizard...and it would look like a castle? What does the castle look like?" She asks. "And do you know the evil wizard's name?" Umi raises her hand into the air, tears in her eyes. "Saitei..." She says. "You came back...for me.... You're the best little sister a girl could want." She is either exagerating the depths of her pain or is an idiot (or both).

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has to wonder about this tree, it's clearly not a normal tree or perhaps even a type found on this world. Trees were a strange thing to Deelel she'd never really thought about them too much but this Fairy has got her thinking now. What is the deal with trees, seriously what is this deal? This may require her to look for more information on the strange lifeforms. "It is a fairly large green space has a lake as well too if that's what your looking for." She frowns as she hears Isera's story this was something to think on. "Humm this sounds like quite the tree." With Saitei handling the food issue and Emi has asked about the wizard's name. Given her more recent experience she's become somewhat wary of some of the more high powered magic user she was aware of.

:'''[[Isera]] has posed:''' "Hein!" Isera knows that much, but has never seen him, and doesn't know what he looks like. It's hard for her to get information about people sometimes - it's like she isn't very good at asking questions of people and getting answers. Honestly, at this point she's more interested in the plum. Isera isn't stupid, but she's easily distracted, and she hasn't eaten in... hours. (When you have the metabolism she does, this is a severe problem.) She decides, "I can come in. But I want to look at the park later, too, and - oh, maybe during the day? It's getting dark..."

:'''[[Saitei Dennou]] has posed:''' Saitei pats Umi, gently, or maybe she's just evicting that banana peel and whatever, and helps her along out of the alleyway. "You can hang out, yeah. Probably." Look, if Mercade doesn't mind Saitei crashing on his couch permanently, he won't mind Isera borrowing a cushion for an evening or similar. He probably won't even notice. Probably. If indeed she remembered to shut the door on her way out, she holds it open for all and sundry, a gracious invitation into someone else's office/home.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi takes note of the name. HEIN. It's an easy name to remember. She can do a proper report up on the board later. For now she adds, "Certainly, you can come in. It is but one of our duties to let people crash in the building without Mercade's permission, The Network assumes that's a methodology that is commonly employed anyway." Umi beams at Isera. "Fairy...." She coughs out an applecore. How did that get in there? "...We better get inside." Emi says. "You can come too, Deelel."

:'''[[Isera]] has posed:''' "I'm a good flier," Isera objects. "I'm not going to crash." Slang, like several other things, as of yet eludes the fairy. She'll learn. Just not all in one night. She looks at Umi with interest, lifting off again. The sword/knife/whatever practically pulls her over backwards until her wings really get going. "There are three of you!" she blurts out, after a few moments. "I thought it was just two. - Oh, don't eat the middle of an apple, it's bad for you."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Oh no, there's seven." Emi explains. "Ami, Emi, Imi, Omi, Umi, Shida, and Saitei." She pauses for a moment, thinking on the matter. "huh... five...to six...." "This one's Umi." Umi says, beaming. "And uh-- This one isn't...The Network didn't mean--" "We meant 'crash' as in, 'staying the night'. It is local slang, The Network provides further education." Emi says. She'll help shuffle people on in.

:'''[[Saitei Dennou]] has posed:''' There are seven of us. We're everywhere. The Agency is honestly a little large for a proper shady private eye's office, being as it is in fact the office and living quarters for some eight or ten people, distributed haphazardly around one rented floor of a rather crap office building. The waiting room is where you end up as you enter, obviously, and it's a good place for a bunch of friends to hang out and eat a plum and such. Somewhere up the hall from it there's probably a kitchen, towards which Saitei has excused herself, while her sisters explain to Isera just how deep she's in it now. "Does anyone else want a thing, this one wonders while she's here?" There might be some pizza left over, or maybe some gyoza, who knows.

:'''[[Isera]] has posed:''' Isera immediately feels more at home. A lot of her 'family' (other fairies of the Living Forest) look pretty similar to each other, too. Having an extended family like that is perfectly normal! She's gonna be real confused once she sees a regular family. For all her explorations, Isera has never been in a human-sized office before. She's been in homes... small homes, in Tozas. That doesn't count. They're way closer to her size. "Oh," she says, looking this way and that like she was trying to keep track of everything at once. And then she proceeds to dart off to admire the couch. Sometimes, she's /way/ too distractable.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel seems tot hink that Isera is in very good hands at this pointn and the basic is smileing at this point she looks over to Saitei at this point. She also looks back to Emi for a moment and grins again. "Well it seems we got thing well in hand here." She looks back to the Network for a moment and says "Though is there anything else I might be able to do?"

Cauldron of Rebirth

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|Date of Scene=2013/08/14
|Location=Golmore Jungle
|Synopsis=Things keep going wrong for our heroes down in the jungle. Things get worse the tainted earth coughs up one very angry undead dragon. Even with the backup from Angantyr and his new Keyblade? Will it be enough to over come the tide of the undead?
|Cast of Characters=Tifa Lockhart, Avira, Vespa, Minerva, Angantyr Vespar, Firion, Arthur Drover
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:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' It had all been going so well. Now things had gone from bad to worse. The camp was stable yesterday, people smiled, laughed, experienced moments of joy and human interaction. Now there are only the dead. It had begun, if anyone had noticed, with a faint discoloration of the earth near the east wall where the slope was lowest. This was by the storehouse where salted goods were kept - things laid down for protracted siege or emergency. It would have remained totally unnoticed if not for a gate guard trying to have a quiet nap. He was eaten. The words "Let that be a lesson to you" are extremely redundant and in bad taste, what the hell is wrong with you. The zombies budded out of their earth like their mortal enemy, the daisy. And enacting the tried and true tactics of this erstwhile foe - they stood there not doing very much. Until further movement came within sight and they began to shamble. The defenders of the camp are a motley bunch - warriors in the truest sense mix with smithcrafting apprentices and engineers who had volunteered to work with cool new technology. An apprentice under Avira or Arthur could learn a thing or two about the design of systems. But tonight they are learning about abject terror. The camp was well drilled. Arthur is a paranoid obsessive compulsive with chronic insomnia - of course the camp was well drilled. Things were already in motion at the first massive groan, right before the shambling hulking zombie main vanguard outside the wall - which had been growing under it and rising through the earth- smashed the part of the wall the dearly departed guard was supposed to blow the horn over. The non-combatants are marshalled, some roughly, some with eagerness, into a circle by the fire. At the center of them, radiating calm is Mr. Farnsworth - chef in a tight spot and a man who has seen many an interesting thing. This is just one more. Others are mixing between cowardice and nervous defiance, but the trained fighters form a ring around them - eminently defensible, back to back. There are armaments aplenty. Arthur's policy is that men have not only a right, but a responsibility to bear arms - and Avira the hunter is right with him on that one. There are gummi grenades, caraffes of holy water, and more esoteric implements to hand. The technical amount of fourth-hand schmutter and brick-a-brack through the whole camp adds up to approximately four decagyvers. Spiked barricades are being knocked up and fiery torches brandished. There are undead throughout the camp, more an amorphous blob than a single foe to fight, and this is the largest wave yet. As if someone had taken hold of the beating heart of darkness and squeezed out a gushing artery worth. Arthur himself isn't even in there. Shall we watch him kick himself? The smith had gone out at dawn and was just now returning, as he'd told Avira he would change his plan and come back by sixth watch. He is none the wiser. Undead exist throughout the jungle, but nowhere near the numbers converging on the camp. It seems the void point causes all kinds of trouble - he had found a cave at the mouth of the river, but did not wish to investigate alone for fear of being cut off. He comes back to the sound of screams, knowing that somewhere in there his partner lurks, and that he's on the wrong side of the invading army. Moving with speed that would surprise those who have seen his deliberately unassumingly clumsy gait in kinder company, the forgemaster drives a piton into the living wood of a tree and uses the handhold to climb the otherwise slick and mildewy surface. From the air, he seeks for that damned beetle - and wonders how the various hired and free inhabitants of the camp are getting on.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart wuold rather play with the daisies than with the zombies... But flowers don't harness sun power easily when its in the middle of the night. That might be why they called upon some extra help. Because apparently some zombies do get smart enough to realize that last part. As for Lifa, she wishes she could say that she didn't know what she was getting into. But, no, its not the first time she ran into zombies. There was that time in haloween town where she was looking like one herself. Ugh, she still feels icky from it even. But this time she's on the giving end of it, so it shouldn't stain more than her leather clothes, and that can be washed. As long as they don't feed on her brains at least. She heard that left marks. She finishes putting up the last parts of the barricades up, as she slips through to stand outside of it with the others present, making sure that the way is barred behind her correctly. The encampement setup in front of the gates feel like much of a decoy, its like as if everyone here was being sent to their doom to keep them away from the town. One can hope that's not the real reason at least, because there's alot of people involved in this scheme. She carries with her some bottles of water, tossing one over to Avira as she carries some to the other groups of people around. "Are we all ready for this? I got a bad feeling about this, but sticking together is the best option yet..."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' The 'Beetle' is a literal giant beetle easily the size of a small Volkswagon. He is a familiar sight to any member of VALKYRI and commonly used as Avira's mount. These past few days have been quite a lesson in group tactics for Avira. Like most things in her life, technique was learned through vicious trial-by-fire, right now being no exception. Those more versed in melee fighting have been assigned spots outside the barricade, though by each one, several people with ranged techniques-be it magic, shotguns, or the gummi technology, are posted to prevent those fighters from becoming overwhelmed. Each melee fighter has also been assigned a dedicated healer responsible for slinging potions or white magic. Everyone was assigned a role when the attack suddenly became extremely heavy. Whether or not those roles would be adhered to at this point when the heat was Avira is outside the barricade and the Steelclaw beetle is with her, used primarily as a shield, though quite dangerous in its own right as it snaps oncoming undead in half with its enormous pincers. For a living opponent he'd no doubt be a terrifying sight, displaying this much agression.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' The undead swarmed the defenses of the camp like a force of nature. They were numerous, tireless, dead...they killed at ate anything that was living, they served no purpose but the one that summoned them gave them...or their own veracious appitites. But there was one person that Avira could call on, one person that was himself like a force of nature. When engaged, was nearly unabled to be stopped, and could destroy mass numbers of anything that stood against him with a single swipe of the mace... At least that was one upon a time ago. He no longer swung a mace... A dark portal appears near the center of camp, stepping out of it was a large man, with dark armor...more like a Dark Knight on a budget than the Palamecian or Baran types. The mace he weilds is not on his back today, but he strides forward nonetheless, slowly starting to approach the outer defences of the camp. "If you are not used to fighting, stay back and man a ranged weapon. Those of you who can weild a shield and spear, do so. Form a defensive barrier..." he says, looking towards Avira. "Unless you got a better idea, I think I'll take to this like I am want to do..." And with that Angantyr's hand is held out infront of him. The motion is familar to those who know Keyblade weilders. As with a flash of light, a strange Keyblade appears into the hand of the Dark Knight. The weapon itself was not a weapon like Sora's or Mickey's. Angnatyr's weapon was obviously a weapon of destruction...bladed and wicked looking...but despite that there were light metal portions...as well as dark red portions that contained the more wicked edges. The name was ingraved into the hearts of those who fought oppression, and feared by those who were tyrants. The Tyrant Breaker. A surge of darkness comes through Angantyr, the metal starting to change, as the technique infuses his armor with the properties of the abyss itself. And then Angantyr DIVES into the battle, not even caring what surrounds him. The song of battle fills his ears, and he starts calling upon the darkness to lay destruction on his foes.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa catches one of the bottles of water "Thanks.", she said drinking from it. She need to be hyrated for the battle ahead. She been doing alot of tree cutting for the wood of the barrier,her axe is very suited for that. She standing o and not she is outside of it. She woudn't have it any other way. "Let's stay close, but not too close give me enough room to swing Al.", she say poiting at her axe. "Your ready Al? Let's get to it then!"

:'''[[Firion]] has posed:''' A cloaked man in Azure armor arrived earlier today, covered in charred gore. Apparently he had decided to get started ahead of time. It looks good on a resume at least. And his resume? Well that would be the veritable arsenal that he was carrying. That and the likely references given by those in the camp. Helping VALKYRI to defeat his majesty 'Defy me at your peril' tended to earn you those sorts of brownie points. Today he actually gave a name, 'Guy'. What? Noone ever accused him of having an extraordinary amount of imagination, at least he didn't use the pseudonym 'Leon'. He had favored Avira with a friendly, though bashful greeting. He wasn't given too much time for pleasantries. The dead marched, and they were already on the camp in a teeming throng. Well, this was something he could understand, and do something about at least. He was arranged near the non-combatants at first, whistling, "That is a lot of them." He looks over his shoulder remaking to Mister Farnsworth, "...you may have to start dinner a little late tonight, this might take a while." Advancing forward casually, he moves to stand beside Avira and the /BEETLE/ outside of the barricade. He actually gives the beetle a little pat on it's shell. "So any gameplan besides diving right in?" Wisps of white smoke begin to rise off his armor, as he grins infectiously at VALKYRI's leader, "Not that that isn't all sorts of fun." A bow finds its way into his hands inexplicably, while a mace and sword rise out of their sheath and scabbard respectively, floating around him as if wielded by unseen hands. A moment later, the weapons burst into a blaze of white flame, and so does the man himself. Yet he doesn't appear to be at all harmed from the experience.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "I was hoping those on the barricade could thin the oncoming horde a little and provide fire cover for those of us fighting in front of it. Any healers need to stick to the barricade too so they can throw down to those fighting hand to hand if something goes wrong." Avira's quick to say, lifting her weapon, "If it's got a head, take it off! Anything responsible for mobility comes next! Targets that can hurl around magic are priority targets! If another dracolich shows up-" Yeah. There had been one sometime earlier. "-unload the phoenix-patterned gummi grenades with /extreme prejudice/!"

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva had been lucky she'd been able to get some rest in the night before and she was going to need it. She was up again on the wall but what might be a bit of a shock was she had a longsword strapped across her back. She may be tired she could run out of the energy to make use of her actual abilities at this point given how long the siege has been going? She chose to be a bit more on the cautious side of things. She's already got things going pretty well. She continues to keep ready but shows there's no intent to waste but the time for rest is over as she moves to join Avira and Angantyr. "So once more we fight along side each other...." She pauses at Ang for a moment and she nods. "Tis a good plan my friend." She trails off looking at The Tyrant Breaker for a long moment. She remains silent on it as she will have to ask Ang about the weapon later she drops into a ready stance as she forms up planing to fight along side him and Avira. "I will say this I never wanted for a fight since I arrived in these worlds. Tis a shame many have no mind to be true foes." The undead were dangerous, she respected what they could do but there was no mind, no skill to them often and that is what she often lacked in a foe in the end.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' The camp is alive from the air. More than one fire has sprung up in firepits set up for this purpose. Fire is not employed as a weapon except in dire emergencies- but sand buckets are nearby. That allows them to damp down the flames with suffocation instead of risking spreading chemical fires with a water splash. Tifa is not alone in distributing drink and even food to the defenders. They chug deeply - they have been taught not to be genteel. A few are passing bowmen, and it is these who raise their fists in salute to Angantyr's command. They follow him. They don't move as quickly, but anywhere his blade has merely rended a creature in half or blown it backward, they finish off zombies with flaming arrows. A few of them are holding liquid bottles which they use to hastily bless their bows with blown liquid and a murmured prayer. They close around the keyblade wielder - even his intimidation can instill no fear in these creatures, but he enjoys more breathing room than most. The darkness of the night might yield to his keen eyes and show hulking shapes in the distance, one larger than the others. Vespa finds there are bare sight lines she can move down - set up for those combatants who need an uncommon amount of room. There are even maps of defensible choke points tacked by the exits from the stockade. Red circles dot these, and Avira would know what those are for. The colossal beetle might spit at the nasty taste of the dead he is rending, but he is resolute and mere zombies can do little to him. A few gargoyles - decaying, dripping acid, swoop down on Avira to try and drop their payloads. They probably see the beetle's armored shell as a big target to be dissolved and eaten. What even is with that? Why do the undead eat us? I mean how good is the afterlife really if you're always hungry. Are there no McKefkas in hell? I refuse to believe that. The ground beneath Angantyr erupts in sudden grasping hands, as zombies try to get a grip on him from the earth itself. It appears they really are rising up, in addition to being tough enough to survive Arthur's traps. He'd found several tripped in the woods - they were getting hit, there were just too many. Even as Avira makes her explanation and the acid bombing run occurs, a creature - all teeth and limbs - comes leaping from the trees toward Firion's face to try and bite it off. It is purple. That probably means it is poisonous. The mayhem is incalculable, and only the small aura of calm at the middle stamps it out. To judge from the attack on Angantyr they are trying to go "under" the ground but hitting difficulty closer to the middle of camp - perhaps they can find no place to emerge or it takes a lot of effort to go that far. The way the dead move through the ground isn't by tunnelling, they just seem to meld through it either via natural magic or malign intent alone. They are in one place and then another, leaving corrupted earth in their wake. One such creature emerges just behind Minerva - pincering Avira, Firion, and the Monk between the tooth-beast and acid dive, and a purple zombie that is breathing some kind of corrosive agent in huge gulping gasps. It has the worst breath in the world and it is happy to see you. Arthur doesn't have any cool moves, he doesn't have flaming blades and he will never be a keyblade wielder - just mundane traps. But when he sees the fighting and its state he takes time to nock an arrow. He aims down the bow and fires a shot, ensuring he remains unseen during. In that precise moment a burst of light begins at one end of the palisade - bright as sunlight. His arrow hit something with a coalition of gummis strapped to it. Light travels down the chain connecting it to the next, and then the next. Light floods the square, illuminating the enemies, making the more "intelligent" undead squint, and making the distant form of a dragon all too evident. It is bigger than the last one. It roars through broken vocal cords - a sound that is all the more menacing for the way it sounds like a pig being slaughtered instead of an intimidating resounding bellow. Arthur watches the valves open up as healing magic flows through the camp itself, starting near the gate where Avira's beetle stands, and ballooning outward in a aerosolized vapor. So that's what he was burying yesterday morning.His tree begins to shake and something claws his leg. Guess he didn't go unseen after all. He tumbles from the branch and rolls down a nearby embankment. His bow and quiver are caught on the tree and left behind.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa is caught off guard, as she still had a handful of bottles in her arms to distribute, when the undead closes down upon them like that, plus the poisonous breath too. She urks, trying to cover her mouth, but its a bit too late for that. She can feel the numbness in her limbs spreading, but looks like she didn't breath too much of it at least. She falls back a step, looking toward the approaching zombie... and she grabs the remaining bottles of water, flinging them with all of her might one by one at the purple zombie "Shut that mouth down for heaven's sake!" The stench, my god!

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr is caught off guard by the hands from the earth, he didn't realize that they had already tained the earth! This is bad... Bites and claws, bad breath and poison fall on the Dark knight...but the Song of battle keeps him going. Angantyr swings, uncaring about the monsters surrounding him! But he did notice the breath they gave him...they were afraid of him, though they might be fearless undead, SOMETHING on the other end IS however... There is another dragon, whights cloaked...and more going under the earth. "UNDERGROUND! FORM LINES! Damn it! All the times to not have a white mage to purify the earth! The good for nothing church is still absent from here I see!" Angantyr curses... But then he swings again and again, aiming to clear waves of undead with each swing. The Keyblade cutting through undead flesh as easily as it does Heartless. 5r And then he dives up...and then DOWN right towards the Purple Zombie, aiming to cleave it...and EVERYTHING around it. Turning, Angantyr swings once more, the force of his swing aiming to knock down another wave of the undead, allowing the beetle to trample.

:'''[[Firion]] has posed:''' He listens to VALKYRI's leader nodding in response to her plans. Unfortunately she was cut off by something jumping forward in an attempt to literally eat his face off. It was all teeth and limbs, and reflexively a dagger sprang into his offhand. He tosses it, in one of its many maws. That didn't stop it's momentum, and he definitely takes the brunt of the attack. Turning his face at the last moment to avoid it, he instead got bitten across the neck. It was times like this that he truly wished that he wore a gorget or a helm, but he had other means of protecting himself. White flames flare up around him, burning the poison, and the creature's face before it gets the oppurtunity to inject it's poison, or shatter his defenses Growling, both weapons that are floating around him converge to bash and chop at the creature, while the bow disappears from his hands, instead there is an Adamantine shield, and a shorter dagger. He leads with that dagger, before bashing the creature fiercely to launch it away from him, then he gets up, laughing in good cheer. "Now that was embarassing." The shield and dagger disappear, and instead a lance appears in his hands, which he spins with a fluorish. "Well come on then." He taunts the creature that assaulted him, smiling with an almost eerie cheer given the ferocity of the fighting.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Firion's infectuous grin is met with one of Avira's own. She smiles back at him. "Oh and for the record." she says to the kind man, "I do think it is all sorts of fun too." Not burning down the jungle is highly advisable! There are some viera somewhere in here that would take issue with that. Naturally, not a single native viera has been seen. All those here were ones Avira was able to hire as mercenaries. They did make spectacular archers and white mages, after all. To get through the shell of a Steelclaw beetle is going to take a tremendous amount of effort-and a lot more acid than the stuff dumped from above at this moment. It seems to have more an effect on Avira, who does wear light armor of her own which starts to dissolve beneath the corrosive liquid. The acid meets flesh but quickly stops as Arthur's aerosolized vapor makes contact with her skin. Avira would be thanking him for this, but suddenly boxed in by undead leaves her with very little time and more dangerous things to worry about. Faced with attacks from above, Avira's quick to divert her attention upwards, sweeping the Spine in a skyward stroke. Ice magic, antithesis of the destructive fire semi-banned from uncontrolled deployment at the moment, roars upwards in a fierce gale. To the bystander, it almost seems like it takes the shape of a massive, snarling, snapping wolf as it climbs upwards after the flying undead. The ground...? "GET THE HOLY WATER! SOAK THE GROUND AROUND THE BARRICADE!"

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa takes up her spot, watching the undead starting to close in. "Let's get to work Al.", she smiles a bit. "You might just get a bit ditry tonight Al. Sorry.., she rushes down her line her massive axe extned in front of her cutting thought the incoming undead, then swinging her axe in a arc infront of her clearning any undead from around her. "Come on then!", she shouts at the undead horde.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva was quick perhaps a bit too quick someday as the new force of undead are pressing harder against them. She has one coming in behind he and she's not able to get away. Given the exposed skin her combat outfit has this was painful as it not only got what she wore but it also got her. She lets out a scream as it eats into her and throws off her vest trying to take some of the horrible substance with it. She's still in the fight and she's now very not a happy lady. Oh she's so very not a happy lady at this point. Minerva's able to channel many element and her fist flare to light in a burst of holy fire. "YOU SHALL BURN BEFORE THE LORDS FLAME CREATURES!" She throws herself into their ranks and there's just this blast of holy fire every time she strikes out with her hands and feet and soon an aura of it is enveloping Minerva. She's just going at it without holding back today

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' The zombie reels at Tifa's assault - there's enough power to distract it, and the creature burns to cinders. Bottles don't normally do that. Probably one of the splashes was holy water. Or really good rum. While this gives the woman a momentary reprieve it also brings attention to her. Her breathing room becomes smaller and smaller as zombies converge and try to bite as one. They are oddly attempting to avoid attacks, as if recoiling from the fighters. But there is not enough power in those limbs to get them out of there. Vespa attempts to swipe through a variety of undead with her weapon. The zombies come on - moving from behind. They try the same trick Ang almost fell prey to, and hands jab up from the ground toward Vespa's legs, out of reach of her weapon as well. These clawed palms rake and probably carry unsavory things to leave her more drained than she was already. The camp is holding, for the time being. Angantyr bisects the zombie, which falls to one side, spitting vapor as it does - and this rears up as if it were a living thing and tries to invade his face and nostrils, to get inside and do far more harm than good. This is not fresh air, except in the sense that if air walked up all minding your business and tried to climb inside your face you might call it "fresh" if this were an earlier era in another dimension. He is given a lot of breathing room though as those undead who do not die are blown backwards. In fact, inasmuch as a horde of the barely sentient can be angry, they are angry at him. The dragon focuses its baleful red gaze, and something that is almost, but not totally, unlike fire comes flopping from its mouth. It is on fire, with a purple light unseen in nature, but it does not wash like a flamethrower nor pour like an acid. It bounces like a bowling ball. Where this gout of purple "something" rolls, it melts the undead it touches, and it is rolling toward the keyblade wielder, slow and implacable as the grave. Firion's opponent tenses, moving in slowly with its animal-like intelligence. A few scythe like talons lash out to try and rend him. Apparently it wants to dance. It is a bit like a spider but has uncomfortably human hands and no discernible face. Avira is almost back to back with him, and her shout would send camp followers moving AROUND firion and his foe in their deadly dance. The creature is unfolding, appearing bigger, but it hisses as some of the holy water rolled from a big drum washes past it. Arthur's wife had stayed up late decanting the stuff, and as it is poured in a slow circle it seems to momentarily halt the advance. Avira's strike, probably closer to Firion's circling dance than he'd like, becomes death. The creatures are from the jungle so they're less dry than your typical dessicated undead, they are in fact pretty damp. There is a lot of water to freeze, the gargoyles fall out of the sky and shatter with a death wail too close to the human for anybody's comfort. Minerva punches a wall of the creatures and it simply falls as ash, leaving another rank, which she likewise punches. It is an almost automatic process, becoming increasingly disorganized on their end as they stumble over each other, but perplexingly this barely makes a dent in those zombies - they are rising from a nearby ravine in incredible numbers. Arthur, fallen out of sight, is still "helping" as the beacons engage a second stage and protective magics ooze out seemingly at random. Useless to the undead, pre-encanted swords and bangles jingle on their lines. Coral rings, mage scepters, healing staves, all hung up like your neighbor's washing and they jingle in the sudden wind of a bright green gummi. The sound is like music, washing power down on the stationary defenses. He assumed it would come to this... But the song doesn't go unanswered, even though it might be heartening. Instead the dragon lets out a roar in answer. These vocal cords aren't broken, or maybe it moved its head the right way. Either way, the undead all let out groans simultaneously, as if in answer, and they shamble with renewed vigor while a song of second-hand magical implements plays power into the defenders. And two men shuffle with a barrel between them, shedding holy water, instead of being smart enough to simply roll it.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart might be cornered, but she's not out of options. Even though she feels slowed down by the poisonous gas, that fortunatly has stopped spewing (for some reason), she still has enough movement to outpace the zombie horde around her, jumping against the wall, and vaulting herself at the nearby tree branching, out of reach. But considering she's not a ranged fighter, that's just a moment of respite, at least she went unhurt. It also got her out of the way of the holy water splashing, that most probably made ravages over the ground. Not that it'd hurt her, but at least she didn't serve as a shield during that moment. Sliding herself down, she swings down using the tree branch as a pole, kicking the nearest zombie in the head to send it flying with the impact, using the momentum to flip away, behind hte group of zombies that are still standing. As soon as she lands, another high roundhouse kick lashes toward them, sending the first bowling into the others. "Too slow, you'll have to do better than that to keep up with me!" Shehe whistles at Minerva's display of holy attacks. Well, that's something she can't do herself. She's much more physical, not much elemental.

:'''[[Firion]] has posed:''' It dances, and Firion answers by turning his foot fractionally before sweeping into a piercing thrust in an attempt to impale the spider-like creature. He tried not to think about the fact that its legs looked like human hands. These things weren't human any longer. His mace and sword moved forward at the same time to brain and chop the creature. The tri-weapon assault, if it struck would burst into a column of flame that extended upwards into the heavens. Which is fortunate, as Gargoyles were swooping down, sounding out hollow cries in response to the call of their master. Holy water and ice magic combine to finish off most of them. But the man in the Azure Armor had just about had enough of this. The flames around him suddenly flare ever more brightly. All of his weapons began to rise up into the air, all wielded by unseen phantom hands, spinning in a circle, before bursting into flames themselves, each of the weapons joining in lines of flame much like the spokes of a wheel, before all of them surge forward at once to strike at the Gargoyles, before surging downward into the Undead horde itself. Holy flames blazed ever hotter as it strikes into them, rendering anything that they strike to ashes in short order.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr's SUDDENLY attacked by a face hugger. The blade catches it, he holds it away as it suddenly BURNS due to the fact that the blade is actually a light based weapon. He swings it a few times, throwing the thing to the ground. He looks towards the Merchant, who warned him at the last second and gives Arthur a thumbs up. And then with the same motion backhands a Zombie trying to sneak up on him. It falls over, crumbling. Then a DRACOLICH fires that green <GOOSEHONK> at him! He rolls, taking a number out of the Rogue's guide to avoiding being food for dragons and standing up after the dive roll, he looks up, at the Dragon who thinks it can get away. Angantyr coordinates with Avira, and he runs right towards the massive beetle, the mount moves it's head down to let Ang on, and in the same motion LAUNCHES the Dark Knight STRAIGHT UP, and right... QUICK TIME EVENT! Angantyr's player has to spend FIVE MINUTES getting the PS2 controler out and connects it to the Computer. He rapidly presses Triangle, aiming to land RIGHT on the Dracolich and then... Aims the blade at one of the wings. "NOBODY...and I mean NOBODY...Dragon, flying freak, or UNDEAD ABOMINATION THROWS UP ON ME! EAT DIRT!"

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva does not stop as she leaves many of them ash, as more come in to replace them. It's like an army forming ranks she can see she attempts to focus for a moment actively challenging chi to restore some of her wounds from the terrible chemical bombing earlier and well? She's marching once again into the enemy ranks, yet? She finds more are coming for her. She's not sure how many they are and to be honest? Things are just not doing so well she's getting beat up even with how much she can endure she's going to hit her limit. SO if that's the case she's going to have to go all out against them. Minerva slams her fist into the ground causing a rent to form in the earth as a shock wave is launched into the ranks of the undead. Her fists again are covered in holy flam and she aims to race through the enemy ranks with them brutally taking them down. Her armoured fist would attempt to go through whatever body part she would finds weakest she's not caring about how pretty this will be, or how she'll end up looking after this. They have to strike them down, before it is too late, they have little choice in the matter its find the source of this or join the ranks of the undead eventually..

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "Let go of me!", Vespa says kicking at the arms grabbing her trying to make them let go of her. She bring her axe back proably pulling up a zomibe with it, the swings it foward down toward the ground in front of her, trying to shake things up a bit, hopefully hitting and stunning some of the zomibes giving her and chance to regain her bearings.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' It was actually a little strange to Avira-Angantyr was on the battlefield but she herself was back to back with 'Guy'. She didn't mind terribly much, knowing Angantyr was a force of nature unto himself, but it was nice having someone literally getting her back. She hears the splash of water and feels a rush of relief, knowing that she was heard. Hopefully by saturating the ground with the blessed liquid, the undead would lose their ability to move around beneath it, preventing them from slipping into the camp directly. She spies those two men with the barrel and gets an idea...BUT FIRST... "HERBIE!" Avira shouts, "Toss Angantyr upwards!" And Herbie totally does, provided Angantyr passes his QUICK TIME EVENT. Following that, Avira shouts over at the pair carrying the barrel-because seriously, they are zombie bait if that keeps up. "TOSS THAT OVER HERE!" she calls to them. Assuming they do toss the barrel her way, she breaks it open in mid-air with a slash from the Spine, the effects that seem to extend well beyond the physical reach of the weapon. The holy water inside is promptly hijacked by Avira. With a gesture of her free hand, the water stiffens into dozens of sharp shards-or ice arrows of holy water. With a grim look upon her face, she directs the projectiles accross the mustering horde, locking eyes with the empty sockets of the undead dragon in the back.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' The kick to the head sends the zombie's head flying into a nearby gopher hole for a perfect hole in one. The gopher is probably undead and glad of the company. Tifa leaps down and kicks one undead into the others. They are surprisingly - mushy. Her leg almost goes through the one she strikes. Zombie one hits zombie two, which hits zombie three. They land in a mess of grey flesh. There are six arms in there, and three heads, and six legs, some torsos. Something stands up to confront her. It has three heads, six legs, six arms, and just the one really big torso. They appear to have auto-parried by getting big, merged, and veiny. And this beast lets out a groan as it tries to grab and squeeze the smaller woman. They groan in triplicate. Two men pass by with the barrel, and just behind them run two more, branching out to leave burning patches on the ground that clear away the purple corruption where it has formed. They look out of breath, but they also look like the devil is on their heels. Which, he apparently is, as a screeching imp runs by and ignores Tifa with her dance partner. It is after those four apprentices, appearing to skip but moving deceptively, horrifyingly fast. It had no eyes. firion fares slightly better than Tifa and our poor water bearers - his blow incinerates the creature and this echoes out into further holy blasts. Some nearby wights, already as insubstantial as wind, disintegrate to nothing. There is a whispered "thank you" as he frees the spirit of something people had forgotten once lived until it forgot itself, but that is grateful for the sentiment. He is left standing in a clear spot amid an aching void of ash and bone. He has room enough to strategize - though he will still be buffeted about in the lee of the dead tide. The line between Firion and Angantyr is clear, so the undead killing expert would witness the keyblade wielder go to town. The beetle shoots him upward in an arc best described as "It was <GOOSEHONK>ing majestic, man, like, you had to be there." Now, follow me here. The dragon plugged its ps2 controller in BEFORE the battle. CROSS COUNTER. The dragon slowly opens its mouth and rises on its haunches. If it lined this up just right, Ang's jumping arc is now taking him into its open gaping maw and toward a glistening purple jewel made of pure /hurting/ that is the core of the beast. And then it begins to roar. Projectile vomiting. Let me say it again, projectile, vomiting. There's a button for that. Minerva opens the earth, throwing the undead left and right so they land a good twenty metres afield! The rent she opens in the earth allows more of them to emerge than before, and faster. It made a dent and gave a reprieve, but not much of one. They are covered in the exact same green sludge that the dragon is majestically vomiting toward the incoming keyblade wielder. It's like that part is in slow motion. Slow, amazing motion. Everyone can see it. Everyone. Minerva is perhaps covered in the stuff, leaving her to wonder - as she would be burning - how they are also covered in it, and whether the same stuff is only oozing out of the dragon or indeed only out of its mouth. Avira cuts the barrel in half, making the liquid fall over a crowd and clear the plaza before the front gate. But this leaves room for a pair of rushing wraiths to come OUT of the nearby stockade - they don't need to respect the battle lines- and try to give her the world's coldest hug. At about this point the smith re-emerges and gazes upon the vomitous dragon, his mouth open in awe. And a hulking abomination waylays him and wrestles him to the ground. No more helpful things in his bag of tricks right now. He's taken out of it for the moment. How full of vomit is that thing...it's coating the /trees/. The river might never be the same.

:'''[[Firion]] has posed:''' The Undead Tide surges around him, but Firion is still warming up. The wheel his weapons made circle around him in a great flaming barrier, with himself now at the center of the wheel. A shield appears in his hand and...the surging throng just seems unable to gain any purchase, to advance at all. After all, it was causing a literal circle of flame, warding them off. So what to do? Obviously to use some of this excess energy as a counter. Knowing that the Dragon is pretty genre savvy, he plugs in his controller into the second port. And then. QUICK TIME EVENT. Triangle, X, Square, Triangle, Triangle... Somewhere in the distance he could swear he heard a Satyr telling him to climb onto the Hydra-Dragon whatever's back. But that'd just be silly. KABOOM, Michael Bay type explosion as all the flames are discharged from Firion and his weapons at once.(Sadly Mister Bay is lost in the darkness.)

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart's eyes widen at the... zombie-totem that just rose up in front of her, after her attacks "... Ugh, when I thought it couldn't get any worse." Well one target is better than several, but when its this big and with that many limbs, its a bit worrying still. She takes a step back, just in time to see the bonestorm at the corner of her vision. She has good peripheral vision, fortunatly for her, and her quick reflex has her duck for cover, hiding behind a large rock in the direction of the incoming attacks, shielding her entirely... and hopefully tearing to shreds the one she was facing... but no such luck huh, its like they are immune to each other. But there's something they aren't immune at least, and that's BIG ROCKS! She rips the rock she was hiding behind, another show of power from the barmaid. What she lacks in magic and elemental she makes up with pure might. It can be scary sometimes, if you didn't know how gentle and kind she normally is at least. She lifts the rock overhead, and slams it down on top of the zombie Ashura, hoping to bury it, and into the holy water-filled soil >_< "Undead abobination, go back where you came from!"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr and the dragon go down. The Maul comes to bite into him. The barfing overtakes him... Armor melts away, and for a moment it looks like he will be overtaken by the storm of the undead. And then a burst, darkness surging around him as he breaks out of the storm of flesh and bone, he swings the thing around in a mighty arch and growls. Darkness surges around as he grabs his arms...pumping it through himself as the heat haze of darkness surges... But the Keyblade shines, opposing the darkness with light. He grabs the weapon... He holds it up once... as a burst of light surrounds it, and him. Darkness and light works in tangent as he starts to bring the weapon back.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfN8n4lH6pY THEME CHANGE. "Whatever master you own, let him know the power of the defenders that hold this land! Let him know the warrior that protects these people, and destroys the threat of death...the one that will cleanse your taint from this land..." he grunts. And then he swings ONCE... A massive surge of darkness rains out, aiming to swallow everything... And then the blade swings again, a massive WAVE of light follows, aiming to strike at everything... "TYRANT..." he starts, and thrusts the blade forward, as this time a mighty wind surges, followed by a massive wave of light.. "BREAKER!" and then light explodes in a massive cone infront of him.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' It was a good thing that barrel was there, in retrospect. The frozen holy water rain worked out pretty well! Avira files away this note for any future battles against massive undead armies. Maybe the Horned King would make trouble again! Given room, Avira starts to push forward, now dead set on dealing with that dragon before it gets any closer and vomits filth all over the defenders. As she approaches, she notices suddenly somebody engaging the dragon (or more accurately, being engaged by /it/). Upon closer inspection she spies Arthur there. "No!!!" She charges, only to be waylaid by a pair of wraiths that nearly tear her to shreds, if not for some quick deterrent force applied from the Spine that sends both of them twisting and squirming away from the slightly silvery colored blade. "GET OUT OF MY WAY!" she roars suddenly with frustration. The ice is abandoned, replaced with what amounts to sheer willpower.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' It was a good thing that barrel was there, in retrospect. The frozen holy water rain worked out pretty well! Avira files away this note for any future battles against massive undead armies. Maybe the Horned King would make trouble again! Given room, Avira starts to push forward, now dead set on dealing with that dragon before it gets any closer and vomits filth all over the defenders. As she approaches, she notices suddenly somebody engaging the dragon (or more accurately, being engaged by /it/). Upon closer inspection she spies Arthur there. "No!!!" She charges, only to be waylaid by a pair of wraiths that nearly tear her to shreds, if not for some quick deterrent force applied from the Spine that sends both of them twisting and squirming away from the slightly silvery colored blade. "GET OUT OF MY WAY!" she roars suddenly with frustration. The ice is abandoned, replaced with what amounts to sheer willpower.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vepsa is covered in undead slime gunk, and she smells terrible now too. She going to need a serious bath later. "You.. You runied my outfit! Oh <GOOSHONK> THIS! You all die here right now!", she pauses for a second. "Again!", she grips her axe with both hands bring it up as it the blade starts to glow with a black aura She bring it down cutting the very air with it and slams into the ground and a wave emantes from the blade cutting everything and anything in path a good 20 feet in front of her.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is a lesser player on the world stage, she know sit. Still a Pawn is always dangerous and the unwary can be still taken down. Minerva is impressed by what Avira and Angantyr pulls off together. While she's closing once more but there's something else there there's something huge she's not sure what the hell these things are. She is caught full bore in it. She sees there are so many under the ground as they keep coming her attack had only expected them another way to make for the surface it seems. It means the source of the rot is down the green sludge catches Minerva she's screaming trying to get it off it's eating her, her gauntlets and greaves seem to be immune to it but she and her clothing it not. It's not an enjoyable thing she's still trying to fight her way through the pain a tit she sees Ang move in and she lets out a cry as she follows him up. She's heading right for the undead dragon. She leaps at it intending to punch her way through it with a rising punch all the while her fists are covered in a holy fire that seems to be burning the sludge away from her even as she rises up.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur crawls out of the pit, covered in gore, an arrow in his hand coated in unknowable juices, the right side of his torso badly bruised and in need of setting. And this is what he sees: Firion sends a wave at the creature. It stares back, and something violet in hue and ugly to behold rears out of it to stop the blast of energy flat. It is the magical equivalent of a parry- stopping his holocaust effort and turning it aside. A nearby silt-sand beach by the riverbed instantly turns to glass and becomes a local curiosity as the green adulterated glass beads, glittering ominously but harmlessly, are fashioned later into baubles and cheap statuary. Firion gets +3 economy points - and the Dragon's undivided attention. Avira lashes off the wraiths, and then they explode. For no apparent reason they are /gone/ wisping into smoke. Well, not smoke, a puff of purple flame evaporates them. On the other side of the battlefield, Tifa watches as the rock she shoves into the big creature is absorbed - it apparently is immune to big rocks. It becomes more bulbous and oozes something that looks uncannily like lava. What the hell is this thing. But because it dissolves into purple fire, she never does find out. That might haunt her forever? Angantyr scours the creature. Remember how Firion had its attention? Well Ang has its nose. And its chest. Its wings, pretty much all the parts. It was majestic, standing there, vomiting like the least tasteful fountain of the fallen world. It had wings, spread, magnificent for all they were tattered. Now it has no wings. It has stumps gushing ichor, it has half a face. It is scoured away on tides of darkness unknowable. To be replaced by fire in the shape of a dragon's skeleton - purple banefire singing a song of promised torment and unholy rage. And the gem at the heart of it is exposed by the blade. The blade has unlocked a gateway to victory, and someone else dashes through the door. But first, the smith begins walking slowly toward the front gate. More hobbling. He has been useless all night. Avira reaches him, deflecting the dead just in time for it to fall back and not strike. But the creature then dissolves. The reason for this is simple. Vespa and Minerva dash like things possessed, the two femme fatales becoming suddenly fatal. They double-kill the ancient beast, wakened by too much activity too close to a point of magical or natural convergence. Minerva manages to /knock it into the air/. A titanic feat in its own right. Vespa leapt at the same exact second and she cuts through it. But because Minerva has knocked it up, she doesn't cut from the top of the creature to the bottom, which might not have worked. Her cut starts halfway up, the purple gem at the center of the beast becoming fragments with an unpleasantly organic tinkling sound. It screams silently. This utter silence descends over the battlefield as arcs of purple fire dance to every beast who rose up. The release of that much dark energy has freed something ancient. It is going to the other side, and it is bringing friends. She descends amid an arc of sterile, burning flesh which fades to ash on the wink, and the others would descend alongside her. Something very pissed off just landed in hell. Arthur looks sheepishly at Avira. Then turns toward the chasm that has opened up near the river mouth. "Well I can be a bit useful, but now it seems... all over but the mopping up." The cheer goes out quietly at first, then louder, at the same time "Soup's on!" comes from angel-in-only-light-disguise Mr. Farnsworth. Arthur holds up his battered silver flute and prepares to play one blast, even as the shards of purple gem sit on the ground near Vespa, Minerva, and Ang, ominously. He pauses, and, holding his fingers across three holes, offers the mouthpiece to Avira. "Do the honors, my dear?" He says through bleary, half-terrified eyes even as people converge on the front gates to count their limbs and their blessings.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr swings the blade once, shaking off of the undead parts and looking back towards Avira and Arthur. "...The <GOOSEHONK>?" he asks, looking at the two, "What is that thing, and why..." He pauses. Oh hey a quest drop. Angantyr bends down to examine the shards of the purple Gem, and checks to see if he can see anything dark about it. If not, he'll pick them up gingerly to see what he can examine about them. Perhaps they were loot. "Hmm.."

:'''[[Firion]] has posed:''' Capitalism, HO! The cross-counter between him and the Dragon give the sand the capability of being made into a huge number of tourist trinkets. As one, all of his weapons drop back into their scabbards and sheathes. While he looks tired from the effort, he seems no less cheerful as he rises from his knees, back to his feet, even if his words were a little self-depreciating. "Apparently I need some more training. That was a pretty sorry effort on my part. Good job, all of you." His gaze swept across all whom were present. But hey, while there were quest drops abound, he's not all that worried about them. Instead, he's going back to the camp because Firion was not one to ever refuse a free meal. Time to see if Mister Farnsworth was as good as his reputation.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "ugh I need a bath.. I'm glad I bought a spare set of clothing..",vespa says trying her best to wipes the bits of gunk off of her.. She looks to Firion. "Thanks."", she blinks wondering about the purple gems but for now she just wants to change..

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Come on, quick!" Avira holds out an arm for Arthur to hold onto as she all but drags him back to the camp. Sure, the undead are evaporating /now/ but she knows that these guys can come back any moment now. This had been the heaviest assault the camp had seen since they'd set up, which actually makes Avira worry quite a bit. "You'll have to tell us all about what you found...over soup of course." Avira grins. As she walks back, Avira finds Arthur offering the silver flute. She actually pauses, looking surprised "Me? Well...of course." She returns the Spine to its sheath and takes the instrument with her now-free hand. Putting her fingers down over the same three holes, Avira sucks in her breath and blows out a single clarion note that rings loud over the camp. Once done, she passes the flute back to Arthur. "Good job yourself, Guy. I'm glad we had you here to help."

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' You can make a dwarven smelting catalyst go up with the right pitch and tune - and a little magic bound into the metal of your instrument. The note was no mere signal. Some nearby wire, buried when he buried the canisters, detonates. The ravine - some distance from all humans but close to the line of undead approach - explodes, sending rocks down the chasm and stopping a few straggling undead, as well as creating a choke point. Arthur bellows, the last bellow left in him for the moment: "ADVANCE THE LINES, I want archer's butts out to that range, anyone who wasn't on the walls, I want practicing. Good work." Then he coughs, spittle hacking onto the ground, and puts the flute away. "I found almost nothing. We'll have to make a proper search of it, good job, miss." The glowing shards contain nothing Ang can sense - whatever virtue (well, vice) was in them is now departed and they appear safe to handle. This beast's death just stopped the local onslaught. A few (two or three) distant zombies begin to approach, but it is slower and less determined. They are picked off by practicing archers.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is going to be lucky if he's still standing when this is all over. So she launches herself into the undead horror as she goes right into the beat knocking it up. Still as Vespa strikes the beast? She's getting covered in some terrible gore. She really is a mess at this point and then comes a massive release of energy. She's channelling the darkness away from herself making use of her abilities to control it. It's far lesser than say Ang? Still its enough to save the Monk as she comes crashing to the earth in a heap. She's burned, beaten, somewhat melted, oh yes her clothing is hanging barely together rather raggedly thanks to Disney magic at this point as she looks about to see the undead horde has stopped and fallen over from the looks of it. She was aware but the sight just confirmed her other senses. She remains keeling as she calls out. "If it is not too much trouble my dear friends...I need...something to persevere my modesty I fear what may happen if I try to move in such a state." She meanwhile focus on trying to heal herself, someone's going to help her right? She'll just wait it out either way as that was quite the brutal battle, with all things said and done. "I should watch what I wish for."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "No go ahead and move." Angantyr says, "I won't look." He totally will look. Angantyr pockets the gems for later. He'll have someone look at them that is skilled.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart frowns as her BIG ROCK attack is simply shrugged out... but as Arthur said it... cleaning up time as the holy water seems to burn the rest of it. Even if the rock didn't do anything, it seems that it still died at least. She sighs, sliding a hand through her hair as she looks around, picking out the healing potions from her pockets to distribute the like she did with water bottles earlier "Good work everyone." Although she's nto too proud of her standing against zombies. But then again, undeads don't seem to feel pain either... Maybe its not her fault there. She removes her leather top as she walks to minerva, keeping her white tanktop underneath as she hands it to the other monk, and then she moves to unclip the tabard part of her shorts for her "Here, use those for now... best I can do."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "I motion for some soup before practice." Avira contests in a good-natured fashion. "I am happy for your smiths and apprentices. They held up quite nicely." Minerva asks for clothing...and Avira smirks. "Maybe if you ask Vespa nicely, she will let you have her spare maid outfit."

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' "Fine, fine, motion carries." He perks up at the mention of a maid outfit - but not too much. He's a married man and one of the lads or lasses from his forge might report in.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva thankfully accept the leather top and will just put it on over the remains of her existing clothing. IT should fit well enough given her body type is close enough to Tifa's. She now has some mobility options at this. It's not long term but it should be enough for the moment and the tabard finishes it up. She can move now to get somewhere else. Still she looks a bit on the silly side as she rises. "I may very well do so, I can not keep Tifa's things forever and I doubt these may work in such an arrangement if we must fight again." She's going to get somewhere to clean up.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart nods to MInerva "Emergency really... its not meant to be worn like that, but better than nude at least."

Zombies and Jungles

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|Date of Scene=2013/08/09
|Location=Golmore Jungle
|Synopsis=It was a simple job really. Hired to help protect a site in the jungle for Arthur Drover. However they had problems with the undead for some time, and you can't keep a good zombie down for long. Sadly for those who are still alive.
|Cast of Characters=Tifa Lockhart, Maira, Minerva, Kim Possible, Percival, Proxy Avira, Arthur Drover
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:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' The Golmore Jungle is a dangerous place - and was even before the worlds merged. A secretive place, its mysteries not easily plumbed by outsiders, it nonetheless exists close enough to civilization to have a few blazed paths. Arthur Drover is a skilled hunter, and he moves through the jungle nimbly. His partner might have a slightly harder time, owing to her amenities. The group had met outside the jungle, and were proceeding within together. "Monsters here can be quite dangerous. I've arranged for some likely local lads to serve as beaters on the north side of the woods - they will scare things crossways, and run away if the going gets tough. This should reduce overall traffic on our way to the reported sighting. Now, allow me to explain." Today he is kitted out in wading boots, armed with his horn bow and a quiver full of arrows curved like talons. The forgemaster's armaments clank in their pouches, packed according to the order of likely use. "There is something in here that interacts with Gummis. Avira and I might be able to work out its nature - but we need to find it. This is why my comrade will be exposing the air around us to gummis in hopes of a reaction. You'll all be paid restocking out of my pocket, so don't be stingy with the items." Arthur had indicated a stocked chocobo cartload outside the jungle, and hopefully the attendees had stuffed their bags. "If there are any questions, ask them while we move. This will be a quadrant based search. No splitting up, there are reportedly dragons in here." He's talking in a normal speaking voice, but every now and then he deliberately rustles a nearby bush or two, supplying a background noise. "This might be quite the hike, and these paths won't take a mount."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' The more Arthur explains the mission, the more Maira wonders if she should have stayed behind. It wasn't that she was afraid, or that she was lazy--but she wasn't the most physical of people, and if the hike was very difficult she was afraid she would slow everyone down. No backing out now though. She would just have to do her best. Surely she had a potion or two she could put to use, something to give her a boost of energy. At least she was dressed for adventure in harsh jungles--which likely means she'd borrowed clothing from the various other girls in VALKYRI. She wears pants with lots of pockets, a long sleeved but lightweight cotton blouse, and her hair was braided, though wispy strands continued to escape and curl around her head. As Arthur informs then that there are reportedly dragons here, Maira stifles a giggle. Well, if Ulharisk had come along there certainly would be! She shares a little smile with her nearby member of VALKYRI. Now, if the paths wouldn't take a mount, she hopes they'll take a gargoyle! Just in case. She at least knows Perci is used to toting her sorry butt around if she slows them down too much. She doesn't really have any questions just yet, merely offering, "I'll try not to start any forest fires." She's fairly confident she can probably manage that, unless things went /really/ wrong.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Other than his bags, and his armaments the Gargoyle had brought very little to the jungle. Mostly because it was quite the dangerous land and he didn't want to lose anything of importance. So he was wearing next to nothing other than a loin cloth. On Arthur's instructions, he had in fact filled his bag to the brim with Gummis from the cart outside of the jungle. He knew nothing about Gummispace, or Gummiships, or anything of that nature, but it sounded like this would be a fine adventure and he wouldn't miss it. So after drinking his last thermos of coffee and leaving it by the Chocobo driven cart, he followed along stoically, "Well I certainly hope we won't encounter any dragons. The last thing we need is to rile up a territorial wyrm." He ducks under a low-hanging tree branch, folding his wings across his chest, as they continued to move forward. His tail swung from side to side at an easy rhythm. On occasion he'd draw his runed orichalcum blade, cutting through low hanging vines, or overgrown brush that'd gotten in the way. On the mount issue.. well he was silent. But he might very well be willing to tote along people. Maybe not. It all depended on the circumstances.

:'''[[Proxy Avira]] has posed:''' VALKYRI is definitely here at the behest of Avira. She is SUPER EXCITED about this venture as she has been in frequent contact with Arthur over this whole gummi ship business. Today she knows she'll see some results, having grown even more extatic when Arthur had showed her the professionally-done blueprint renderings of the ships she had shared a few weeks ago. "Don't worry too much, Arthur. As my fellow clanmates, they're pretty experienced. Hiking and dragons should not be any problem. But I have to agree-no splitting up! Stick together, 'cause there's some dangerous stuff in this jungle and I might be too busy to bust out the Voice." She pauses and looks to Maira. "Unless you can talk serenade the animals with your voice again? I hear princesses have that ability~" Avira teases in a lighthearted manner. No, it's not /supposed/ to be a reference to Percival but, well, he does seem to be slightly less self depreciating lately.

:'''[[Kim Possible]] has posed:''' Kim Possible arrives on her own, literally swinging into the area on her grappling hook and then skidding to the ground on her sneakers. She cracks her knuckles and looks around. "Wade, you sure you got things taken care of?" She says into her Kimmunicator. "I'm sure, Kim." "Cool, catch ya later," She says as she switches off her Kimmunicator. Then she turns to listen to Arthur about what's going on. She frowns a little as he explains what's going on, still not entirely keen on the concept of gummis. But the part about it being a big hike doesn't seem to faze her. "I don't mind the hiking, I can do that."

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva often got herself into trouble on her own, since joining VALKURI, she's found so much more. She's fine witht his as she's not bored at the veyr last so here she is once more with Maira and Avira moving along. The comment on forest fires gets a booming laugh out Minerva. "You best be careful my friend a strong look from you might start one." Prrcival isn't far behind them either a she looks back to Perival and nods. "Dragons existed on my world they were ... higher order predators but quite dangerous and powerful. Some darring sorts had even tamed them to work along side human soliders in combat. I'd not facy having to fight any stripe of dragon to be honest."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart had to leave her chocobo behind for the same reasons, the jungles are hard to navigate even for sturdy chocobos. Plus the heat, the jungle is pretty hot. So Premium Heart was left behind at the village, a pat on the beak and a reassuring smile from its mistress, the Midgar barmaid. "Stay here now, I'll be back soon." She trots up to the others, her heavy boots stomping a bit noisily on the dry ground. She packed water, a bit of food and a little towel in case it gets a bit too sweaty. Which might happen in her leather dress, which is removed the top of, leaving herself in the white tanktop underneath, a bit more comfortable and 'sport' looking like this. "Okay, I'm all set. I'm not scared of dragons either... As long as its something I can punch or kick, at least." She thinks about that, scratching her cheek a bit at the thought. Big dragon. Little barmaid. Getting comped on like Reize. This might be a problem, now that she thinks about it. "How big of a dragon are we talking about here?"

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' As the older man winds his way into the jungle, he pauses now and then to tie some kind of shimmering twine between small trees and across paths at foot height. "Be aware of these. They won't do anything unless I play a note." Arthur pats a simple flute hanging amid his armaments. "But you don't want them on you if I do. Remember the way back. We're going to go another little bit, then branch off." He stops long enough to pull out a map. It appears hand drawn. It is full of those unattractive blank spaces in which people on old-timey maps used to write "here be dragons." These spaces contain instead the words "No seriously here be dragons". Arthur carefully traces the simple route, making sure everyone has seen it. "I will only trap alternative routes, but I will be trapping the entire way. In general, if you see the color purple, avoid it." He demonstrates by throwing a small pouch of powder under a tree. "In an emergency, apply flame." The satchel on his back grows lighter as they walk. He turns to Avira, and explains: "Good. I'm grateful to you and your comrades. Professional help is of value, though of course I had good cohorts two weeks ago. Now we know it's not on the main path, someone would have seen. That'd be too easy. We're going off... here." He finally pauses in his stride. The synthesist isn't winded but he pauses to drink from his canteen. This practical precaution is mediated by the less practical but still useful one. His mithril dagger draws across the trees, blazing a simple "X" on each of two trees. "As we go, periodically blaze a tree. Nothing fancy. A light superficial mark on the bark will let us go back and help people who get separated, which hopefully no one will." A wipe of his brow in the humidity. "Trust me that not many are fighting to branch off the path here in this jungle." His demonstration done, Drover surveys the team. A motley group for certain. A pause. "Were I twenty years younger and unmarried, we'd be going to the bars instead, gummis bedamned. Saving yer presence sir, this is an unlikely group of VALKYRIs indeed." This last is directed at Percival. "The dragon in question is a legend more than a real threat, maybe it is a tourist contrivance? In my city we just sell miniatures and have a theater. Maybe out here they have dragon stories." A rustling arises from a nearby bush, and he raises a hasty finger to his lips. But it has passed before he can investigate. "Dragons are rarer where I'm from, but you hear of them in heroic tales. A dragon claw is an amazing magical ingredient, so are the scales. But let's leave them alone and hope they do us. So let's show you what we'll be doing." The master crafter takes a gummi block, one that is almost "mass produced", a shell gummi. He hurls it wildly into the woods, hard, overhand. It rebounds off of several trees and evokes a loud "squawk". "The report is that someone's found gummi flew out of their hand from some distance away and vanished into the air, and it only happened to the gummi. Chances are we don't need to be that accurate. Try not to hit anyone, but have fun with it and practice your aim. We want to cover as much square footage as possible. If you throw one and see it rebound oddly, alert the group with a whistle. If you can, pick up some of the ones you throw. But never leave our line of sight. Questions?" Pausing with one foot on the path, one on the spongy earth of the forest proper, he waits for comment. Assuming no objections, they'd begin to blaze forth, making a lot of noise as he hoped his likely local lads had done their job scaring creatures away from the search grid and then running home.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Throwing things is something that the barmaid... Is oddly not that good at, but fortunatly she doesn't need to be too precise either, from what she understands "Well, as long as we don't try to throw gummi blocks at the dragon, if there's any nearby, to defend ourselves... I think with this density of forest and the size of the trees we'd probably be able to flee and hide in the worse case." She picks one of the gummi cubes, weighting it in her hand, and giving it a squeeze "Its odd how you can turn these into spaceships of all things... They are so squishy." She lifts her shoulders a bit, and then reels back, throwing the cube toward the side of the road, toward the nearby trees in that direction.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira looks back toward Percival, shaking her head slightly. Could he have worn a little more clothing!? And where do you keep things when wearing a loincloth!? He probably held no appeal to the myriad of bugs that would be all to willing to bite her, here. Not that she objects to the view. Maira looks back to Avira then, flushing even as she laughs. "I don't know, I can certainly try! I can't believe that worked, with those worms that time...heh...gosh that seems like ages ago," she replies, nostalgic. That had been fun. That venture had lead to the maid cafe! An event that would go down in the history of shenanigans. The fire mage looks to Minerva and laughs lightly. "I'll try not to look too strongly at anything then," she replies quickly before they start moving. Maira falls quiet then, all her effort on keeping up and not tripping over anything. She'd very much grown up a city girl, though she was glad she got these kinds of experiences now. Maybe she was at least a little more hardy! The girl observes all Arthurs precautions and traps with amazement. This is a man who knows what he is doing. An adventurer. An /old/ adventurer. You don't get to be an old adventurer without /really/ knowing what you're doing. On the subject of dragons, Maira smiles. "We have a dragon in our group--a Draconian, I guess he is called. He can change his form, but he's a dragon alright," she informs him. As they come to a stop to do their thing, Maira reaches for one of the pouches and picks a vague westerly direction to begin tossing gummies experimentally, watching for anything strange as she does so. She won't stray far from the others, knowing that with her luck she'd get lost, scooped up by said dragon, and made to...clean its...hoard....or something.

:'''[[Kim Possible]] has posed:''' Taking a gummi block and looking at it, Kim raises an eyebrow. "These are the things that the spaceship I used was made out of?" She pauses then grins. "That's totally badical! I wonder what Wade would think if I told him about these?" "You mention me, Kim?" Wade suddenly says as he pops up on the Kimmunicator. "Wade? What're you--" Kim pauses as her moment of surprise changes. "Oh yeah, these things. They're called 'gummi' but they can be used to build totally awesome spaceships! But I'll have to tell you more later." Kim then glances at the map, and while some might grin or chuckle at the part about dragons, Kim shakes her head before tossing the gummi herself, aiming it at a nearby rock. "These things are unusual," She says. "But then again, this whole world is totally unique. Not sure if that's badical or uncool though..." She then gathers some more gummis and puts them in her backpack. Yes, it looks small but it holds a lot. After all, it's Kim Possible we're talking about!

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Percival retorts back to Avira, in a sort of amused tone, "In that case, why not a Princess /duet/? The two of you together could probably charm any creature here out of their skin." Before he leans over to whisper to Maira, "You charmed /worms/?" He swats away at a mosquito with a taloned hand in irritation before looking towards Minerva and Arthur, "Dragons didn't even exist on my world, as far as I'm aware, but...I won't discount any rumors of dragons here. Too many different worlds and variants. And a jungle seems as likely a place for one to lair as any. Let's just hope the boys you hired as beaters don't run into one." He follows after Arthur, helping to blaze the trail with him.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva didn't mind the jungle but paid close attention to the warnings from Arthur, he knew area better than she did after all, right? So here she was and she has no idea about the map, she' might be amused or thinking it was serious? Yet she doesn't know however as the mention of another warning comes up she takes note of it. "Purple, is to be avoided. I see." The flame part was easy enough to do she could generate it somewhat and well? There was Maira, any more fire and she might be a fire elemental rather than a human. "I can not complain about the idea of enjoying food drink, but once the job is finished I think. " "Were you not thought to be a myth upon your own world my friend?"

:'''[[Proxy Avira]] has posed:''' Avira pauses at Percival's mention of a /duet/ with Maira. "Wow, that would be pretty amazing." she remarks, "That should totally happen sometime. I know, right, Maira? That feels like /forever/ ago. So much has happened." Noting Arthur's Golmore Map, Avira leans over to peer at it, "...hmmm. Hold up." Reaching into one of her leather pouches at her waist, she withdraws an object. It's a metallic cube with etchings all over its surface in odd patterns of what is likely some kind of advanced civilization. She taps the cube a few times with a finger, "Mimir. Wake up, you need to look at this." "Eh?" a tinny male voice speaks before one of the patterns on a face sinks inward to reveal a circular apature that glows blue. "I-goodness, how long has it been-ooh, a map, a map let me see!!" Calmly, Avira rotates the cube so the 'eye' is in full view of the map. She's sweating pretty profusely in the humidity of the place but she doesn't seem to notice. "Heeeere there be draaaagons." Mimir drawls. "Well that is an insufficent representation of terrain, let me tell you. Why if I h-" The bushes rustle, "Don'tletiteatmeI'llbeinitsdigestivesystemforthousandsofyearsaieee!" His eye apature promptly slides shut. "Dragon pieces do sell well. I've seen the prices." Avira remarks as if their little mapping friend's outburst was a completely normal thing. "No questions from me, Arthur."

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' "You'd be surprised." Arthur responds to Tifa by looking at her throw. "It takes practice, but I managed to bind a spell into some. Even cure spells, which makes for added hilarity when one of my children skins their knees. That their father's response is to hurl a magical implement at them may actually be problematic, I should rethink that." He pauses as if in the throes of some deeper revelation, then shakes it off. "They detonate on sharp impact. But I didn't bring any. Can you imagine the confusion if we threw them wrong and hit a friend?" He pauses, mouth open, at Maira's pronouncement. He's walking the whole while, leading the way like he knows what he is doing and making his little precautions more sure. "I'd love to meet such a person. Dragons have a famed appreciation for beautiful things. As long as he didn't try to take my forge-hoard." Arthur hurls gummis - the path begins to slope downward. Disturbed earth churns as the heavier among them (probably Arthur and Percival) are forced to brace and move against the slope to keep their balance. The smell of loamy soil and decaying vegetable matter evokes a scent for which the only appropriate description is "autumn". The group is now walking alongside a river. "I like rivers, rivers are good. If you follow a river far enough, you either reach a cave or a lake. And then your chances of finding shelter or civilization go up. Trust rivers." He hurls a few gummis into the river on an off chance, no luck yet. Kim's aside draws his attention. "A man of artifice? If so, Avira and I would love to be put in contact. We'll share such data as we have." Even though he would complain he's no teacher, Kim's wondering inspires the older man to elaborate: "They are virtually indivisible, they join up well. And they change when they enter the space between worlds. They become bigger, infused somehow. That's their home. You know, we found they come from INSIDE the Heartless. Amazing, the things we don't know yet." A fallen tree trunk blocks the way, so Arthur leans down by it and shucks his bag - letting Percival do the blazing for the moment in another direction. "Many worlds indeed. It makes you wonder now - we can no longer be sure which monsters were real on our native worlds, and which not. Any creature of legend may migrate from one world to the next, as we might. We now live in a world where none of us can say for certain that the monsters under the bed are not real. And we can't blame it on the joining of the worlds - they might have been real all along." Then he falls silent, laying his shoulder to the fallen tree, trying to shift it up to the bank so they won't have to climb over the hoary moss-encrusted log and risk slipping on the other side's slime. He has real difficulty however, breathing deeply and exhaling in a hiss. "Avira, you will have to let me examine your small friend." Huff. "I use purple as my blazon because there are hues not found in nature, to keep people safe. If you find a strange purple hued object, it's probably-"Puff"-a trap I set for some monster or another, at least in the caves near home. Someone want to help me shift this?" Arthur nods to Percival, as he takes a nearby sturdy branch and shoves it under the tree for leverage. The hunter turns the tree a tad, then indicates he wants assistance pushing down the lever.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira leans over to Perci to explain quietly. "Not wiggly worms you find in the gardens...great big sand worms in the desert," she explains, as if that is somehow /less/ of a feat. "I sang them a lullaby and they kind of went to sleep. We'd woken them up, I'd guessed they were just cranky," she adds with a nonchalant shrug and a growing grin. At the mention of a duet with Avira, Maira's eyes brighten. "That would be so cool! We could go to a karaoke place or something--ou that'd be so much fun!" She goes quiet then as Avira pulls out Mimir, looking distinctly uncomfortable at the mention of dragon /pieces/. She can't help but think of Ulharisk, and thinking of any of her friends in pieces is a very disturbing thought. When Arthur takes interesting in meeting him though, Maira relaxes some. "Hehe, I'm sure you'll get a chance to meet him. I'll make sure to bring him by--don't worry, he's not grabby." As they come across a fallen tree, Maira stops and lets Arthur do his thing, wondering if she should offer a bit of magical assistance. But then, Percival is wickedly strong and could probably lift it out of the way in a much more precise way than Maira would have. Ah, throwing trees. Brings back good memories. "Heh...yeah, we're only beginning to learn about the world, aren't we? Its very exciting. And scary," she adds. "The way things work...its really baffling sometimes. The gummi are just one mystery."

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' When Arthur hurls gummis on the path, the Gargoyle stumbles for a time before he catches himself against the slope. "Well, at least they leave a redolent atmosphere.." He chuckles sheepishly, scratching the back of his hand against his neck so as not to rake it with his talons. He keeps the pace ahead of Arthur, continuing to blaze the trail without complaint. If mosquitos and other bugs begin to nip at him, well he doesn't mind too terribly, he had rather tough, leathery skin after all. Every so often he would take a swat with his hand, or the back of his blade. "So big science fiction sandworms..." He gives Maira a bemused look, "And they just went back to sleep when you sang to them. Now I really /would/ like to hear you and Avira sing a duet together." Once Arthur's intent becomes obvious, mostly by him putting his back into the tree, he acts in kind. And while the fallen log doesn't budge at first... once Arthur puts a lever underneath it, he begins to press down on it with him.. hoping it would reward them with some movement.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart shakes her head, patting Maira on the shoulder as she walks past her "Maira makes lots of friends, so she'd be friends with a dragon, not that surprising." She grins a bit, and throws up the next cube "Well I don't know how to use magic, so unless you infused mine, you won't get any flashy effects. All I can do is throw them really really hard at someone's head so they see stars." She loosk over to Minerva as well, someone else that she fought alongside of before. At least she's surrounded by people she knows about today, its more reassuring that way. And some she even fought against once, like Avira, but she's glad not to be on the receiving side most of the time. Avira is tough when it comes to it. "Gummis just fell from the sky, so I guess its normal to think that they are very resilient to heat somehow, but its still a mystery in many ways... although they started to reproduce and massproduce them, haven't they?" She wonders how's that possible, but with a world of magic like this, what isn't a possibility.

:'''[[Kim Possible]] has posed:''' "Uh, not quite," Kim replies to Arthur. "He's kind of more of a modern person, or something like that." She looks at the river and adds, "Yeah, that's what I've found. Although whether or not they're friendly is anyone's guess." She watches as the gummis bounce, then watches as Arthur has trouble with the lever. "Lemme help with that," Kim offers as she rushes over to offer a little aid.

:'''[[Proxy Avira]] has posed:''' "We will tame all beasts with the power of song~" Avira laughs. "Karaoke? That'd be fun. Personally I'd like for something a little more spontaneous but you can't really plan for that, can you? I'm sure we'll get some opportunity one day." Mimir seems to have gone inert. Or asleep. Or 'maybe if I don't say anything it won't eat me' mode. After waiting for a few seconds, Avira sighs and replaces the mapping device back into the pouch she withdrew it from. "Oh, certainly Arthur, I'll let you look at him later. I have to warn you, he's a little glitchy and very...talkative." Once she's put Mimir away, Arthur will find Avira alongside him, shouldering the tree aside right next to him, though the help changes into pushing down on the presented lever instead. "There are so many mysteries to unlock! Especially with the gummi blocks. Working like this, I'm sure we'll find their full potential." Avira is a tiny person so she actually doesn't have that much strength to add besides her entire body weight against the lever.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva gives Tifa a look for a moment and seems to accept what Arthur s saying, she could likely learn a few basic spells if she ever found a willing teacher and could focus but that's something she's mostly given up on. "I see, sometimes they do forget what they seek belongs to another. "You are quite experienced Ser, quite experienced." Sp she continues to hustle with the group and she would help lead but the others are better geared for such things than she is she punched after all. "Karaoke? Maira? Pretel? Just what is it?" "I suspect you both could put out quite the tune together." Kim gets a slight glance from the monk while she presses on paying attention where the group is and what they are talking about. "Gummi Blocks have proven their worth already but who knows what else we might do with them." She meanwhile moves in to lend a hand to Avira with the lever and Minerva is a fair bit stronger than she looks from the looks of things.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur moves back, letting the larger and stronger Gargoyle take position further down on the lever. He places both hands at the end of it, but yields to Kim when she moves over. "Thanks, miss. These old bones lack main strength." Playing up his age to get other people to do his work? Check. "Magical synthesis is complex, but it's a lot like how you'd make something out of metal, you're just melting different things. There are some rare gummis you can't easily make." He explains to Kim. When Avira steps forward, the smith signs and puts his shoulder to the log once more. Can't let his business partner show him up. "There's no mystery in the world we cannot plumb the depths of, given time. Thank you all for coming out here like this, I'll-" Grunt. "Make sure you are compensated." Minerva's comment gets one reply after a barking laugh: "You mean I'm old. And I guess I am, by some standards. But that's only because of our high mortality rate and low expected age! You have some serious muscle, excellent. Now all together!" It takes each of them straining at full force, the gargoyle doing a lot of the heavy lifting, but Kim and Minerva certainly contribute more than, for example, Arthur. The elastic muscles of forge hammering are not training for heavy lifting and these days he employs a stockboy to grab the steel from the shed. Nonetheless, with a splintery sound and a disgusting ooze trying to hold it down - The log gives way! All of their strength working together leads the tree trunk to move! Specifically it moves upward in an unsettlingly rubbery way then falls back across the path with a sound halfway between a slither, and "flollop" which is not a word but ought to be. It falls in a way tree trunks ought not to. The dramatic thing to do would be to shout "look out" and tackle the crew to safety. Instead, Arthur's mouth hangs open and he takes a moment to calculate uselessly. The creature does not need a moment, and its vine sends Arthur flat across the clearing as it hits his chest with a sound like punching steak. Gummis go flying from the overfull pouch. They make disturbing curvatures in the air before rocketing past the beast, which only seems to make it madder. The significance of this would quite please the smith if he wasn't fumbling for his bow and trying to remember what words were. It is fourteen feet tall and that tree was just one of its "limbs". Rising from the jungle exactly like a daisy except faster, covered in thorns, with murderous almost sentient intent and venomous breath. Exactly like a daisy, the Ochu cometh.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Flollop really ought to be a word. But the Gargoyle wasn't about to make a suggestion to Oxford, partially because it didn't exist anymore, and also because a huge Ochu just dropped down upon him. Thanks for the warning Arthur! Oh wait, there /wasn't one/! Fortunately, despite being strong, he was also rather agile, as he quickly managed to roll backwards away from the Ochu's thorned vines and venomous breath. His wings fling outward, batting away the last whiffs of the poisonous mist like a fan, as he removes his sword from scabbard. Runes begin to faintly glow upon it's length as he looks sidelong to Maira, "There you go, /that/ is something you can set on fire. Just not the forest too, alright?" He took a glance Avira's way. Luckily she was here with ice magic if that.. happened. Wisps of blue smoke begin to rise off the runes as he concentrates, and then he starts to assess his foe. For now this takes the form of taking pace, circling the creature, not taking to the air yet. After all, the fragile spellcasters were all pretty land bound at the moment.

:'''[[Kim Possible]] has posed:''' As soon as the strange daisy comes out of the ground, Kim Possible goes wide-eyed. "Wow, that is so TOTALLY uncool!" She says with a scowl. "But we can beat it, we can do anything!" Kim's expression changes to that of enthusiasm and encouragement, to herself and to those around her as well. She looks to Tifa and gives a nod to her as well. "Come on, we're gonna do this together, so get ready!" She cracks her knuckles eagerly.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira looks sidelong to Perci, snickering. "Shush or I'll sing you to sleep! I didn't tell you that story though? We were up against the Shard Seekers to find the Desert Rose. We had a bet that whoever lost, their team would have to dress in maid outfits for a whole day....but Faruja and I, we got to the rose at the very same time. We agreed to grab it together--thus, the maid cafe happened in Traverse Town. We raised a lot of money too, which went to the refugees from Manhattan," she says, glancing to Avira with a bright smile. Those refugees had a home again. Maira looks up to Tifa as she passes, a touch embarrassed. "He's made plenty of other friends too! I just kind of happened to be there when he fell from the sky," she explains. With a laugh, Maira then nods to Avira. "Spontaneous duet, got it. Karaoke, Minerva, is like...well you go out with people and they have a bunch of songs a lot of people know, and you sing along to them in front of people. Its kind of silly, but looks like fun." Maira feels like she is the only person not helping now, but really, it would be silly to think she'd make a different with all the strong people lifting. With all the trouble they are having though, maybe she really should have volunteered her magic... Then the tree trunk flops back down, and suddenly, the situation changes rather drastically. Not a tree trunk at all, but just ONE limb of a gigantic plant monster. Maira screams in alarm as Arthur gets tentacle thumped backward, and rushes over to him to make sure he's alright, setting herself in front of him until he can get back on his feet and regain his bearings. "Oh <goosehonk>! Well, time for a song I guess," she comments. It is her new protection spell, now that she is without Uist, some things are different. Maira takes a measured breath then lets it out, her voice ringing pure and true, indeed the kind of voice that might lull the woodland creatures, etc. etc. The lyrics this time, however, are this; "This nasty beastie means to ruin our day, draw your weapons and tell it to get the <GOOSEHONK> out of our way!" Warm energy settles over her nearest companions, a protection from the terrifying strikes of the Ochu. Maira then looks to Perci as he draws his sword, and quickly gives him a thumbs up. With but a thought, his sword bursts into bright flame.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart erks a bit at the approach of the Ochu. She might have prefered the dragon... Ochu are bad news, not as bad as Malboros, but same family in her mind. Anything that seems plant and has poisonous breath... She dives for cover to avoid the first tentacule swipe, although it wasn't aimed at her... she wasn't taking chances with it. Rolling off the dry road, she moves back to her feet "Well, if you can set it on fire, go right ahead!" She means that mostly for Maira here, the firethrower. She sighs a bit though "Well, no backing out here, stay behind me Maira, I'll cover you and keep it away." She gets boosted by Kim's abilities as well, as she rushes in to punch the light outs on that Ochu, making sure it stays away from the magic user.

:'''[[Proxy Avira]] has posed:''' "Good times, good times." Avira confides in Maira. "I wonder what those Shard Seekers are up to lately." "Oh, I just had a thought, Minerva. I bet they make one hell of a moon bounce!" Avira exclaims, now picturing the enclosed structure lined with gummi blocks. There could be bouncing off the walls and ceiling. Bouncing like a Tigger! It'd be AMAZING. She grunts and pushes, trying to help the others move the log. She's half expecting Percival to just lift it up far above Avira's reach at one point though that embarassing option never comes to pass. "Alright, we've almost got it-!" she exclaims. Then the log makes an ugly sort of squelching noise as they dislodge it. Warning bells immediately start going off in her head. While Arthur is gaping, Avira fills in for the alerting of the others: "LOOK OUT! IT'S ALIVE!" It could be a plant dragon, which Avira has heard really does live in the Golmore jungle and is extremely dangerous. There is a moment spent watching as the gummi blocks start behaving oddly as they fly through the air. "We're close! We need to clear this creature!" She backs away, withdrawing her weapon and sidling up to Arthur to cover him.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' "I heard they been taking jobs more actively again. As for making the room bounce hum mm that could be a thought however there comes a monster, it a plant drag? She's not sure just what the heck the beast is. "I'm on it come beast! Let me see what you can do!" She then launches herself at it fist bursting into flames as she strikes out at it rapidly getting a feel for the creature.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' The beast rears large. It must spend most of its time sleeping, because the surrounding areas is relatively undisturbed. This could be the only monster around, but it would be enough. It seems angry, perhaps it is territorial. Or maybe it buries itself when it is done eating and thinks the team are scaring away the food. The vaguely pear-shaped beast has a massive rank mouth and four lashing tendrils. They grab at the surrounding trees, but not to uproot them. It moves by throwing its own body forward across the arena. This it does with precision, switching targets to the gargoyle with the angry steel. But really the vines are going to issue a general murderfondling to anyone not fast enough to get out of the way. It is just that the massive bulk with its hungry mouth is coming for the winged warrior with intent and a kind of high keening screech. Tifa jabs deeply into the thing's body, and it lets out a deafening cry - like someone sticking their hands into styrofoam and twisting it so it makes that kind of squidgy noise that makes your teeth wanna hide behind your neck. That exact damn sound. It seems relatively unphased. Minerva's attack, which would have burnt the beast, is turned aside by a vine lash that might leave the monk reeling. Arthur gets his hands on his bow. He does not rush. He famously doesn't rush. He may have been knocked across the arena, be bleeding from some thorn etches along the side of his face, and be on poor muddy footing - but you never rush. A moment is spent checking the bowstring for damage. No use firing a mangled mess. Then he selects the right arrow and says a quiet word over it. He even spends time tying something to the shaft. Drover watches as Avira guards him and the rest of their cadre steels itself for battle. He accepts her guardianship. With her there to keep the thorns from mangling him for a moment, he has time. Breathe in, out, fire on the exhale. He watches the beast move, apparently he had been knocked far enough away to be off its radar along with Avira for a second. In, out, tense, relax - and fire. The arrow has a blunt tip, no good for impaling anything. Also the forgemaster aimed straight up in the air. He counts aloud: "One, two, three." The weapon has described a parabolic arc and it smashes on the ground by Kim and Percival with a "pop". The magical essences within balloon outward enough to encapsulate the two. Chocobo claw in a distillation of air essence vaporizes and attaches itself to their limbs in a hazy aura. Every movement is faster, easier, more powerful. Where they strike, things move out of the way, where they pass the air is rent and makes a "whoosh" sound associated with overcoming air resistance. They might need it because the Ochu hurls its thorns in every conceivable direction. The air itself is a briar patch. Heartless don't have freeattacks but if they did one of these would be called "thornswoggle".

:'''[[Proxy Avira]] has posed:''' "Ochu are plant-based so Maira will be perfect against it. Unless her singing manages to tame it. It could happen! Maira's heart is strong and has moved a lot of people." she confides in Arhur. "But-well, one second, you don't mind if I borrow some more stock, do you? Well, more like take because you won't get it back-" Taking hi-potions and potions off of Athur's person as she speaks, the scarred woman works quickly and professionally. He is married and Avira's in her own relationship so there is nothing inappropriate meant by Avira's touching. An arm comes up to shield Avira's face as the ochu suddenly spews thorns everywhere. Several embed themselves in the leather of her fingerless gloves. When she feels the coast is clear, she lowers that arm and promptly flings a hi-potion Maira's way.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Sometimes you need to stay back. And sometimes it pays off to rush in. After getting glanced by the tentacule counter attack as she kicked at it, she stayed on the offensive, moving in straight to the Ochu instead of fading away. And apparently, being close to it was the right decision, as she thorns fly overhead, missingher entirely, as she brings a kick up into the ochu's gur... or at least what seems to be somewhat like a stomach at least. Hard to tell with plant creatures. She never wants to visit the inside either, mind you. She grabs the stunned Ochu by one of the tentacules, hurtling it upward after a spin on herself, showing off how strong she is. While airborned, the ochu is met with a series of strong flying kick, as she jumps up to meet with it... and showing some aerial control, she flips over the Ochu, practically running along side of it to get on top, boots catching into the plant-like skin, to then drive a powerful last kick, sending it diving back down uncontrollably, into the ground where it came from. Plants are best in the ground after all, although she would have liked it to be deeper.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Maira's enchantments along with the buff arrow of NOM NOM NOM goodness strengthen him a great deal. The Gargoyle is picked up by a vine around the ankle and thrown in the air. And then there were thorns. COUNTLESS THORNS The terror of Thornswoggle envelops the Gargoyle, and while he looks akin to a prickly briar by the time its done, he does manage to swing his sword which trails blue motes of energy behind it. There's an ephemeral sort of wave in the air as it strikes the Ochu. The Gargoyle then, gliding in mid-air with his wings open to their full span states mostly to himself, "Alright.. this is going to sound like I'm some absurd kid from Neverland..." The Gargoyle's sword flares with blue light, "...but. Think happy thoughts Percival." He cuts the sword upwards, with an uppercut swing, and beneath the Ochu, there's an eruption of force which attempts to drive it upwards. The Gargoyle then corkscrews forward in midair, grasping the sword with both hands, before performing a wide swing which allows another wave of blue energy to coruscate out from it, driving into the creature with the burning wrath of the ancient Atlanteans.

:'''[[Kim Possible]] has posed:''' The help from Arthur is appreciated, but that giant creature is not something Kim wants to deal with. In fact, the powering up has done a good job with Kim since she seems to be able to move quickly with that giant thing coming at her, then delivers a martial-arts style combination technique, knocking the vines away while Kim gets a chance to get some space. "Ha, now that was totally badical!" Kim says with a big grin. "This isn't gonna be so uncool after all." Kim fires her grappling hook at a nearby tree, in hopes of swinging into the Ochu and striking it with a kick, before releasing from her grappling hook and attempting a more direct flying kick.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira gasps as she watches the beast retaliate against the many attacks it takes from the group. They are a fierce bunch, used to combat with things bigger than them, surely--but then Perci guts THWAPPED hard by a flailing tentacle and Maira's sight goes momentarily red. Unfortunately, it doesn't get any less crimson as a vine lashes out for her and smacks her hard, smashing her into a nearby tree. She hits her head, hard, against the trunk, slumping downward for a few moments as the world spins. The pain in incredible. As soon as she can move she turns to the side and promptly looses her lunch. She has to get it together. Reaching down inside herself, Maira grabs hold of the blazing flame of her light and brings it to the surface, her form bursting to light as she pushes herself back to her feet with a tightly controlled gust of air. Flames cover her form, though they are a brilliant white rather than golden. The air around her is scorching hot, plants around her cringing and turning to ash. With a deep breath, she reigns in the heat, focusing on the Light rather than the fire as she approaches the Ochu slowly, hands out like she was going to attempt to calm a wild horse. The hit potion is caught and quickly drunk, for which Avira is given a grateful look. "Hey, hey, calm down. We didn't mean to hurt you. We don't want to fight you...lets just leave this alone, okay...Why don't you go back to sleep?" she tries, her voice carrying a soothing sing-song quality. Though she is very prepared for plan B. Namely, blasting it to oblivion with Holy. Of course, this may all well fail as everyone's been attacking the thing, but she supposes it is worth a try. Come on Ochu, look into the LIIIIIGHT!

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur looks on, perplexed, as Avira raids his hidden stock. "Hey, be careful what you throw out there." She dislodges a single, tiny bottle from the inner echelons of Arthur's coat. It appears to be on a miniscule string, made to shatter if too dire a blow hits the forgemaster. He watches it with dismay. It is the one piece of his stock which is not easily replenished. It tumbles and strikes a rock, then it bounces. There is enough in the phial for perhaps one swallow. it rebounds off of a tree and rolls as if it were a living thing. When it arrives by Minerva's foot, it is glowing faintly. Meanwhile in the fight proper, moving away from the Rolling Merchandise Saga, Tifa lands a punishing hit. The Ochu is pummelled, but like all enemies it holds on resiliently until the very end. When it is struck, it manages to keep coming. It almost seems to be knitting back together, as if something about the land here were revitalizing it. Tifa lands nearby, and it seems too stunned to do much. This creates an opening for Percival. The blade digs deep, the creatue resonating with some hellish magical strength, but nonetheless disrupted. Kim's blows rip "tendons" and muscles, its rank breath washing out. The plant collapses, as if wilted. And then Maira begins to speak. The creature, bizarre and alien plantlike intelligence that it is, doesn't "know" much about people. But it has eaten enough people to know what to do when someone is talking at you. Its massive toothy maw opens, it stares at Maira in a moment of rare communion. The princess's power to calm the savage beast is working! It /sH-ell-ooooh. Its breath is horrifying in every conceivable way. Maira made a new friend. And now it is going to kill us all. Then the potion explodes, and something flies out of it, colaescing around the most wounded of them with regenerative potency unheard of in standard potion making. Arthur looks on, disgruntled. Then he almost passes out - ye gods, that smell. TL;DR: Blame Maira.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart will blame Maira alright. For making it talk and spew that all over the area. even the flowers are withering from it! @_@ "UGH! The smell!" It doesn't hurt her physically, not like a punch in the face, but it hurts in different ways that are not pleasant at all! She even wobbles a bit unsteadily at it "What an awful smell!" She tries to fan in front of her, but its not doing much, its too late for that! But it did talk! She's not sure she should be punching it anymore. "It... can talk?" She looks at Maira, wondering what to do now.

:'''[[Proxy Avira]] has posed:''' Frantic to save her friend, Avira was intent on grabbing any healing potion she could. Only after she's thrown it does she realize both the gravity of Arthur's words and the size of the bottle. The inclination to go chasing after it is also quite strong but by the time she would have reached it, it would have been too late. "I'm sorry!" she says apologetically, taking a step away from Arthur-a step forward, still keeping her shielding role going. At least until Minverva presumably goes up and swipes at him which Avira was NOT expecting at all and thus unprepared for. Bad breath. The attack was legendary. Though Maira's efforts were making admirable headway, Avira was quite sure of what kind of horrible things a close-range bad breath attack could do to a person. Fortunately, this is something that her own inventory is much better prepared to handle. Out come remedies. Lots of them. "Heads up, everyone!" she calls out and starts throwing them once she has the attention of her fellow VALKYRI.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Oh by the Light it's /working/. Maira can't believe it! A smile appears...then quickly dies. Oh, the breath! It's speaking, but uuuuugh....Maira gets hit head on with the bad breathe, staggering backward as just about any buffs she put on herself are counteracted by the breath's noxious fumes. All because it said hello. Damn it this is all her fault! Maira tries to hold her ground, thinking that if she turned to puke it might break whatever crazy spell she'd cast on the thing. "Guys...try the gummi thing again...maybe the creature is what is making them behave strangely?" she asks, keeping her eyes on the Ochu, even though her face is taken on a decidedly greenish hue. She catches the remedy, drinks it quickly, but it barely takes the edge off. Then, because why not up the ridiculous factor, Maira sings again. ~"Hush little Ochu don't say a word--" No, really, DON'T "--Maira's gonna buy you a tasty bird....and if that tasty bird isn't filling, Maira's gonna buy you a..." hesitate, search for rhyme, "...reprieve from the killing...."~ Oh please oh please go back to sleep!

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' It's breath is horrifying. Beyond terrible, so while Percival is in the air, he buffets his wings, before manuevering himself upwards. Keeping himself free of the deadly stench. Fortunately, he breaks just enough altitude while gliding to make it out of the odiferous cloud until it disperses. Well... that was...a little disastrous. He'd have to consider long and hard before he asked Maira to sing to a horrible monster again. Maybe a duet would be more effective? ....to the tune of Cuban Pete. He was still very fond of that tune, BLAME AVIRA! Either way, he descends atop the Ochu, landing on it's head. There's an aura about his blade, which extends outwards from the blade, making it like it was imbued to look like a longer and wider energy blade. And then he attempts stab it into the Ochu's head repeatedly, before aiming for one of it's eyestalks with another wave of wrathful energy. Sorry, no reprieve from the killing today.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' ......Then Perci stabs the Ochu. "DAMN IT PERCI!" she yells, then throws her hands up in exhasperation. "Everyone get out of the blast radius!" she calls, then lets the tightly controlled energy of Holy she'd stored explode from her in a dome of scorching, cleansing brightness that burns like the sun.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva has a lot of experience fighting, she's fought a lot humans monster but an Ochu? There?s sense of animal terror about this things, there are monsters like it in her world that can infest someone and turn them into another of their blighted kind. To say Minerva is ... scared would be an understatement but they have to deal with it or they are all /in trouble/. It's only certain ones but this one is an alien creature she has no idea if it can effect such changes o not. She's very on edge and reacts as Arthur comes up behind her without even thinking she strikes out half a second before she knows who it is. There's a mortified look on her face. "Ser I ...." There's no time to say more the terrible breath she lets out a croaking noise as she's caught by the horrible pain her body is just being ravaged by it, she struggles to not vomit and thanks to Avira she's able to keep it down and she focuses her mind trying to purge all this horror form her. She slams her fist into the ground sending a shock wave ripping up the ground right for the monster, a second late she racing towards the monster, and then she launches into a combo of assaults upon the beast trying to freeze then hit it with lighting charged punches.

:'''[[Kim Possible]] has posed:''' That really stinks in more ways than one. Kim is finding herself feeling a bit sickly after what just happened, but that doesn't mean she's giving up either. She drops to the ground briefly then looks at the Ochu. "All right, I think it's time I finished you once and for all! I should've brought weedkiller, but I'm not like that." So Kim attempts to leap in and deliver a flurry of punches to the Ochu.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Okay, it is shaping up to be a pretty bad night. Arthur has been ransacked like a treasure chest. His elixir, tiny bottle of so much potency - lost to errant fate. Sure it healed someone, but that someone turned around and cold clocked him. Arthur doesn't even hear the apology. The bags clatter from his body with a clank. Something smashes, something else explodes, leaving a tiny patch of burning marks on the satchel he was wearing. Kim's blow has torn off one of its arms, but the creature seems to take the loss in stride. It auto-parries - by which one means it parries by dropping its limbs. It seems somewhat more docile. Minerva's punches cause it to gyrate oddly, more bad breath being shaken loose. Then Percival's sword jabs in, catches the errant strands of lightning - and though it does not harm, something like a motor cortex is pierced. The Ochu stays in place, gyrating terribly. Arthur drops his quiver, and the arrows splay out on the ground. He falls to one knee. His eyes close. Remembering the tree trunk, the forgemaster realizes this group has more brute strength than most. Something comes whipping out of his bag -the mythril thread from earlier. Stronger than chain. Nimble fingers lash it to the arrows, one long strand to each with a weight on the end. He whistles at the bow. Something in it wakes up, and when the arrow touches it, it alights with a purple, hellish fire. It burns his hands, but this seems somewhat irrelevant. Maira's coaxing has distracted the beast, now recovering from having percival's sword in its "brain". She evokes holy energy, enough to scorch the ground around it. But something about this place - perhaps its natural habitat, perhaps the nearby anomaly - has given rise to a resistance sufficient that "all" she does is scorch off one of its trunks. It stays right where it is. A plan takes shape. Every morning before he goes hunting, on days when he goes hunting, Arthur finds two things on the counter. One is a tiny phial of potion, one is a shaped and treated arrowhead. The plait of mythril threads are tied to one arrow, rather than the others, which are looped in like a staked net. With Avira playing defense, he has just enough time. A single flute note plays, drawing attention, a few birds scatter. One of the tripwires from earlier explodes, collapsing an embankment over the roaring river. Flames leap from the explosion as if they were a living thing, and swarm up the transfixed, much beaten Ochu. "HEADS UP, AND PULL!" What gets fired from the bow is not an arrow, it is a many-headed flail connected by silver threads. They land like stakes, but not in the ground. They land on the Ochu's 'chest' - so that it appears to be wearing a silver hairnet. It flails, awakening from Maira's spell. And its flailing just makes the barbed net tighter. There are a number of loose strands of the material hanging, most of them hanging on the side toward the river. "To ropes! Pull him to!" Arthur begins signalling toward the river. He's too far away. It's out of his hands now, but the net constricts, glowing with residual magic.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' So Ochu's were extremely hard-headed. Good to know. Note to self in the future, aim for something /other/ than the brain. Except he stabbed something which kind of made it go wild. Of course it's about that time that Maira yells at him for ruining her Ochu lullaby plan. Which while good in theory, did get them all SUPER BAD BREATHED. Still it causes an anime style sweatdrop and wavy blue lines to form over his Gargoyle head, while his fin like ears flattened backwards. Given that he had no other plans other than /avoid dying/ and Arthur appeared to have a very good one that consisted of a flail in the chest, mythril cords, and traps. Percival hopped down off the Ochu. And began to pull at the ropes that he was signalled to do so. Tugging with all of his considerable strength. He dug in his talons into the soft loam of the jungle floor, and put his back into it. In an attempt to give it the veritable heave-ho towards the river.

:'''[[Proxy Avira]] has posed:''' Seeing Arthur's tripwires and barbed net go into action is truly a sight to behold. If Avira had the luxury of time to spend marvelling a little longer at these feats of engineering, she would be doing that right now. But instead, she recognizes what is about to happen and how she can take advantage of it. Abruptly, she jabs her weapon into the jungle floor behind her and takes off, abandoning Arthur's side to attend to this task. She has distance to cover but onlookers will quickly realize that Avira can cover that distance extremely quickly. Right away, her gloved hands snatch up one of the dangling ropes. "Altogether! HEAVE!!!" Avira calls out, tugging fiercely.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart can offer strength of arm at least! She quickly moves over beside Avira, taking one of the ropes, and pulling with all of her might. Of course, if she can throw the monster up in the air, she should be able to tug it down into the river easily enought... especially with everyone's help in doing so "Heave!"

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva Falls back from the best and doesn't seem happy with being near it for longer than she absolutely has to. So she's flipping away from the creature and lets her allies finish things off here alive? Dead? She doesn't want to be near the damn thing any loner than she can. She just watches as Arthur and the rest get to it. She's happy to see the things handled, she hears the order and goes to do what she can hopefully she can bring the thing to heel she like not dying and pulls with everything she can. She's not as strong as say Percival is? Still she's very strong for a human of her size and build and it shows as she moves with the others. "I ... hates these beasts! The ones in my world can infest all matter of creature turning them into another of their blighted kind!"

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Tifa manages to hurl the rope over her shoulder. The arrows sticking into it make the Ochu more likely to stumble. Arthur is bandaging his hands. It was probably a dumb move to use his bow's enhanced accuracy, but the precision had been vital. Avira moves like lightning, drawing an admiring glance. He spends time gathering what potions he can while she dashes away. The creature moves like a balloon tethered at the end of a rope. It is trying to escape but following an elliptical orbit which both knocks down a tree and sends it tumbling over the edge into the river when Percival and Maira give a yank. Minerva hurls it while imparting Disturbing Science Facts. The many ropes plait together with the force used to pull them, and the creature is hamstrung. The Smith spends a quiet moment reflecting on what it would be like to slowly turn into a plant monster. Thanks to Minerva, he resolves to clean his ears out REALLY thoroughly upon arriving home. The plant goes over. There is a tremendous splash as it is washed quietly away. Gazing downward, the cadre would be able to track its slow travel, the plantlike monster floating on the water's surface. "Alright, let's set up camp and keep looking..." Arthur sounds resigned, but he has his map and canteen out. Only the faint dapple of blood on the ground reveals anyone was wounded. That, and the lingering smell, the rotting plant matter - and later, when they all looked, the puckered rip in space at the bottom of the Ochu's nest which "eats" any gummis thrown into it. Something about this place must have drawn it in. "We don't have long. We need a fortified camp for when the locals get restless. I bet this place is hell at night. Remind me to always hire burly people."

Gamer Rat

2013-08-13T03:14:44Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/08/06
|Location=Manhattan - The Arcade
|Synopsis=Faruja has just been rescued from the clutches of dark power and now he comes down to the Arcade to catch up with a friend and try to recover a little bit.
|Cast of Characters=Faruja Senra, Deelel Replica, Deelel, Blackbird
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja Senra has had a very bad week. Being nearly possessed, and the revelation that the organization he's put his trust into is indeed corrupt at least on some level has tested his faith. Drained, and tired, the Burmecian needs a damn vacation. Finding his way to a place that's the exact opposite of the source of his troubles, Faruja is sipping a beer amidst tapping at one of the game station. After a while, he's proven not half bad at Galaxa, watching his tiny ship dodge missile and shoot down two-frame-animated alien ships. Siip. Perfect game for beer. He can forget his problems, at least.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel often helped to care for the Arcade when she could it had been a home to her, the refuge she'd had when she first found the world of the users. So she was often here and mister Litwak has proven to be a very interesting man to hang out, his experience with video games and a seeming level of empathy for the mechanical had endeared him to Deelel. However he's off managing the arcade while Deelel is just keeping watch on the floor however she's a bit surprised to find Faruja here of all people she knew he needed time to well clear his head after what had happened. She just didn't expect to see him here she waits until he's done playing his current round of the game before she speaks up. "Greetings, didn't think I would see you here Faruja. Still it's good to see your up and about already rather than wallowing." The Drink is eyed she really should throw him out however if he doesn't cause problems she will ignore this one beer he does have. She looks at the game peering given she knows about what goes on there it's brought a whole level of responsibility to running the arcades. Perhaps it was for the best most users were unaware of her kind.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Blip bloop! A voice taps on his consciousness. His little ships gets hit. Sigh. Tail flick. He's already sipping on his beer as he turns, finally noticing Deel. Faruja very nearly jumps out of his skin. "L...Lady Deel?" Surprise turns to pleasure, and the Burmecian wraps his arms around her in a hug. Then, his brain starts working again. Blushing through his fur, he lets her go. Yup, the Program has more than made her impression on him since last night. "One cannot wallow in their problems." Responds the rat, smoothly ignoring the issue at hand, at least directly. "But the Lord tests us, and at times, we must adapt. And so I shall." He glances her over. "How fare thee, my friend? You work here, my dear?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel smirks for half a moment as she sees Faruja's brain is processing once more properly she tilts her head a little bit as she lets him recover from the shock that he was in mostly working order fo the moment. "Adaption quickly is sometimes is harder than one might think it to be. I'm alive, and work here well you know this is where I arrived first right?" She looks at the game for a moment and then glances back to to Space Paranoids in the back for a moment longer. "I have been involved with Alan and Beck getting things up and running again. We need a source of income for one and lets just say it does our sanity good to have a function a task to carry out." More odd Deelel speak from the sounds of it as she looks over at the game for a moment.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' A fuzzy brow rises when Deel mentions 'having a function'. "One would imagine 'twould be liberating, to no longer carry out the functions others hath imposed upon thee. The difference between we 'organics' and Programs, I suppose. We must seem so very chaotic and unbound, willing to kill for freedom from impositions." Faruja frowns lightly, clearly in a philisophical mindset today. A small sigh escapes him. "It suits thee, though, Deel. Hardly do ye seem an intrusive person, though mayhaps an art gallery would fit thee more closely." A grin comes to his muzzle, remembering well her mural. "I am just glad you are unharmed."

:'''[[Deelel Replica]] has posed:''' Deelel looks back at Faruja for a moment and shrugs a little bit. "Perhaps but it is an alien thing to us we ... need function a purpose of some sort. It's part of how we are my people are Faruja. We do desire freedom to be able to carry out our functions without fear. As for ... yes this world is very chaotic I think some basics might go mad at such a world. Perhaps, but I had my work on display before both here and back on the grid itself. You should have seen the ones near the Shard Seeker's HQ and in Traverse Town."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' A small nod, and after a few more blips, Faruja's last ship goes down! Then, he's trying to input initials. Third place! "A common want, that, Program or nay. Particularly after hearing of thy people's plight...indeed, 'twould be curious to see thy home. And its master." A small smile comes to his muzzle. "All the more reason to try painting, my dear. YOu are an excellent artist, and deserve to earn a bit of coin for it. Heh. Should I ever be married, I do believe I shall have thee do the wedding portrait! If 'twould be alright with thyself, Deel."

:'''[[Deelel Replica]] has posed:''' Deelel sayss "We are what we are and it would be. I have to wonder what Flynn has been /doing/. Then again I heard some rumours and there ... was a dream I had." A Dream of an armada of red lined combat craft closing in on Argon City. She had to wonder about that and she tilts her head at Faruja for a moment. "I admit I have a bit of a bigger love for music but I should when I could I... am honoured to do such for you."

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird could be seen leaning forward playing... well whatever at this point. Then apparently she died since she started to walk away from the machine, but not until she gave it a small pat. "You guys did good. Take it easy now." Anyone watching might be stranged out by this, or the look she gave the Fixit Felix Jr. machine. On seeing Deelel she smiled. "Oh hey again." The Rat Templar gave her a bit of a pause but she shrugged and offered a hand. "Business been going good miss Deelel?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Reach! Faruja takes Deel's hand, bowing, and plants a kiss upon the back of her palm. "'Twould be my greatest honor, my dear! You are truly a kind soul!" Pause. His ears fold slightly. Sigh. "...Should let her know that..." Starts off the rat, before Blackbird comes on in. He shuts up quickly. A nudge to Deel. "A dream is oft Faram's way of pointing out what may come." Another small bow! "Hail, M'Lady! Temple Knight Faruja Senra, at thy service." Pause. Grin. "And third place winner amongst the halls of Galaxa!" He pats the arcade machine beside him.

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird grinned widely to faruja, "Huh well I'm glad youv'e adapted to modern conveniences and entertainemnt Sir Knight." She giggled lightly and bowed to Faruja. "So you managed to beat my score. Guess I'm going to have to put a few hours in to get it back." Beat. "It'll be fun, winner buys drinks." She winked and sat a quarter down on the control surface for the galaxia cabinate. "Not now, you're a bit busy but later. Later sounds like fun."

:'''[[Deelel Replica]] has posed:''' Deelel replies back to Blackbird for a moment as she seems surprised to see he here today from the look on her face. "She is correct you need to recover from the viral infection you suffered. It's a near thing you survived it with your mind intact." She's a bit surprised as her hand is taken and kissed she seems more than a bit surprised and is looking a bit sheepish from the looks of her. "Dreams are a bit different for us..." It tens to go with data the basic has in their mind it is a bit more orderly than a human dream really. "However the nature of this ... dream was strange there are things I can still recall." There were things many strange things she needed to talk to Isaac about in that dream.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja puffs out his chest a bit, smiling, tail giving a swish. "Well, after enough time, even a luddite such as myself learns a thing or two. Mostly through the influence of certain technologically adept Shard Seekers." Deel gets a smirk at this. If it weren't for Shiki and Deel, he'd still be working out how to use a Ma Belle. Smirk! "Challenge accepted, my dear!" Wobble wobble. Someone's clearly started the party early. The rat certainly looks bushed, and not just from drinking! Deel points it out quite nicely. "...How odd. My friend, this dream would be well remembered." How mysterious! A shake of the head. "Luck and divine providence both..." A light squeak, and he rubs his forehead. Bowing to the two women, he starts off to the door. "If you both would excuse me, 'tis far past time for me to sleep off my evening. Good day! Deel, let us try this dancing game some time, hmm?"

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird quirked an eyebrow at Faruja and gave a small laugh. "Interesting fellow there."

:'''[[Deelel Replica]] has posed:''' Deelel Looks over at Faruja still amused at Faruja's comments about himself but he has learned. Deelel has also leaned about a state of existence she didn't think was really possible. She's not drinking however she just doesn't consume much fuel here for lack of a term. "Can't forget I have what's the term? A Perfect memory i think as you would put it. Take care my friend and rest well." She turns to BlackBird for a moment "Anyway feel free to enjoy yourself I have some work to tend to."

Odd Hours

2013-08-12T23:06:51Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/08/11
|Location=Manhattan - The Arcade
|Synopsis=Once again near closing time? The arcade gets a strange guest. Deelel has an encounter with Brooklyn a Gargoyle she's only heard about before. Brooklyn on the other hand gets a bit of a better understanding about Basics as he chats it up with Deelel.

|Cast of Characters=Deelel, Brooklyn
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' It's been a long time since Brooklyn has been seen around the worlds. He has, after all, been focused on dealing with the crime in Manhattan, and in turn has been keeping all of his focus on that. But even doing that he needs to take some time off, and...He hasn't been to the arcade yet, so he decides to do that. It's close to closing time for the arcade when the gargoyle slips inside, wearing a long trenchcoat and a fedora, his long hair tucked into the back of the trenchcoat as well, trying to keep himself as discreet as possible.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is working late and wishes she could be back in Flynn OS, btu she can't be there all the time. Not now, no she knows more than most any of her kind ever has about the universe. She pauses as someone enters late and she looks at him for a moment. She pauses as she heads over to him and politely asks. "Can I help you?"

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "Uh, yeah. I'm new here...To the arcade, that is, not New York.." Brooklyn smiles, though it looks weird with the beak and everything, "Just wanted to know if you had any recommendations."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has a strange digital warble to his voice given Brooklyn's experience with technology? He might notice it as she speaks to him. "Ah yes, we only recently reopened Flynn's so that's to be expected, I guess. My name is Deelel. As for good games? We have things going back to the first generation of video games like Fix-it Felix Jr, all the way up to some modern dancing games or Hero's Duty and Sugar Rush. What sort of game are you looking for?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has a strange digital warble to his voice given Brooklyn's experience with technology? He might notice it as she speaks to him. 5R "Ah yes, we only recently reopened Flynn's so that's to be expected, I guess. My name is Deelel. As for good games? We have things going back to the first generation of video games like Fix-it Felix Jr, all the way up to some modern dancing games or Hero's Duty and Sugar Rush. What sort of game are you looking for?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has a strange digital warble to his voice given Brooklyn's experience with technology? He might notice it as she speaks to him. "Ah yes, we only recently reopened Flynn's so that's to be expected, I guess. My name is Deelel. As for good games? We have things going back to the first generation of video games like Fix-it Felix Jr, all the way up to some modern dancing games or Hero's Duty and Sugar Rush. What sort of game are you looking for?"

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "Well, definitely not dancing games." He says, "I dunno. Hero's Duty sounds like it might be good. Something where I can relax and cut loose." He says, as he rubs his muzzle with a claw, "But maybe I'll try the Fix-It Felix Jr. game."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "I'm very fond of those myself and hum Fix-IT Felix is a pretty good game that has aged pretty well. Also I'm sorry, my name is Deelel and it's good to meet you. We don't have long before the game closes but please enjoy yourself here we also have some snack food and drinks here as well which may be of interest to you. Finally don't get many gargoyles here either." She's grinning so she's likely no hostile right? Well to be honest she knows two other members of Brooklyn's species.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "Oh." Brooklyn says, "That easy to see, huh? I don't know how this disguise works so well for Broadway." He takes off the hat and jacket and sets them near the door, "So where's this game at?" He asks, rooting around his pocket for some quarters.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Just a little bit or it's perhaps I have a talent for it. My name is Deelel and it's over there." She points over to the arcade unit that is Hero's duty and she notes to him for a moment. "You'll get a better rating if you cover the hides of the other machines." She's knows a lot of them and with how the cybugs are she's been at a loss of what to do. They are out of the game so pulling the plug to contain it would do no good deny the marines their home. Those guys and their commander had stuck their necks out to protect the other people in the station after all.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' Of course, Brooklyn hasn't been involved with any of that yet, "Well as a gargoyle our job is protection." He says, "So if something is posing a threat, even if it's a virtual threat, it's still our job to stop it."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel tilts he head a little bit as she looks at Brooklyn with interest for a moment. She then turns and heads for one of the games she says "Given your species tends to be up at night I'll make an exception and let you enjoy yourself after close, how does that sound?" Brooklyn would notice what might be a chakram mounted to the back of her clothes, on a mount designed for it from the looks of it as she moves about the games. "Reality has more layers than what you might think. What you think to virtual reality? Is reality for someone else."

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "That'd be pretty cool of you. Although you know, I'm sure this place might want to close for a reason. You probably want to get off work." He looks at the disk and blinks, "My name's Brooklyn, by the way. Where'd you get that, if you don't mind me asking.."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "I don't work here all the time I just help out." Also she lives up stairs honestly it's the closest place to a home she has in meat space where she feels comfortable at all really. Well maybe the Shard Seeker base was starting to grow on her as well. There is something odd about her she doesn't smell wrong, it's more she has no sent to her at all. "Humm wait? I know that name, you worked with the TDA didn't you at the World Heart?" She looks back to the Gargoyle for a moment "That? Oh the ID disc? Had it since I was ... born."

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "Yeah, I've helped the TDA with some stuff. And, well, Manhattan is my home, so I do whatever I can to keep it safe.." He hrms, "So you're one of the, uh, digital folks. I don't know if you guys have a name.."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel smirks for a little bit at Brooklyn a moment. "Yes, I understand that and humm we do have a name we're called Basics or Programs. There's not many of us in this world though and I think? I was the first to find my way here."

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "Programs? Okay. I've run into a few of your kind before, but not you...Though it is good to meet you." Brooklyn says, "Makes sense you'd want to volunteer in an arcade.." He chuckles a little bit, "Probably feels a bit like home, huh?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel smirks "You might say this place has strong connections to such. I live up stairs when I'm in town honestly. In someways it does but I will be honest my home might be alien to you. Even with ... what creatures of this world have in common with basics like me. So yes I have heard of you, but I have not heard much of you since the restoration of the city here. I still wonder how many other worlds can we pull back from the darkness?"

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "I have been.." Brooklyn pauses, "I have been thinking about that as well. It is not fair for me to take the help offered by those others when my world was lost, and not return the favor when they are in need." He folds his arms across his chest, "So I think I will have to begin to venture out again...To find those I can help."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Well let's say going after Manhattan has a connection to my home. So we saved two worlds techinally." She leans on one of the games watching the Gargyole for a moment longer. "There are many things that need doing. There's heartless moving about, we found another layer of reality between my world and yours. All sorts of things honestly. We could use help where ever you are able to do so."

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "That sounds like a good way to get back into the swing of things." Brooklyn says, "You tell me how to get there, and I'd be more than happy to come help out. You were willing to help here, so I'd definitely be willing to help there."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Well hope you like to travel and can get used to alien environments. A lot of the trouble as of late has not been in a kind of world you have been to before." She seems amused and relaxes a bit as she heads over to the jukebox and brings up something other than old separate ways up through some sort of dark magic, well code maybe she's using COBOL? It's best to not ask.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "I adjusted pretty well to the thousand year time jump.." He muses, as he follows her, "I think I can adapt decently, so long as people who see me don't start throwing rocks and bottles as soon as they do." He moves up behind her and peers over her shoulder a bit to see what she's up to

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel pauses for a moment seemingly shocked at that. "A thousand cycles old? Okay I'm surprised at that I have to admit, your actually older than me. I must admit the people of this world can be confusion but I come to enjoy this world. Yes I found that is a thing, I tend to not get noticed like you might. Manhattan seems to have little experience with other species than human. Unlike many of the other worlds I have visited though my people may be even worse. Then again different wildly normally means a viral. Think LEXUS."

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "Heh. Look pretty good for my age, wouldn't you say?" He says, though he shakes his head, "My clan and I were frozen in stone for a thousand years by a magical spell. We only recently awoke, in the grand scheme of things, even if it has been several years." "I definitely wouldn't want to be seen as a virus. I'm sure there's ways for my actions to speak for me, though, even if I am not normal looking. The same as here."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Ah so older but not actually awake as long, still interesting. Still you didn't ask my age that's for the bit best. I'm afraid my people don't take well to it to be honest then again the non-humans that have visited were changed to resemble as such. I heard of another world where something like that happens. However it turns people into animals from what I know. I have never been there myself, so that should not be an issue should you ever travel there and the older world doesn't seem bothered as much." Let's not get into the ISO purge shall we? Deelel has come to understand how much the users and ISOs have in common she honestly fears what CLU will do when he finds out as it's a matter of time, she's not foolish after all.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' CLU is probably not happy with the influx of Users, but he'll have to deal with that when the time comes, "I might have to check that place out, too." Brooklyn says, as he rubs his muzzle a little bit, "So we can get there the same way we get to any of those other worlds?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel folds her arms and shakes her head. "No, not via portal or gummi ship in the conentional sense. There's another way to access it yes but at the moment if you do desire to take a look it can be arranged but later."

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "Okay, yeah." Brooklyn says, "I suppose if you are willing to show me, I'd be willing to take a look. Besides, if there's danger to be found, I'm there."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Understood please enjoy the arcade tonight however if you need anything give a shout or prehaps we can go head to head for a bit?" The Game Central natives are so not getting some of tonight off...

Deelel

2013-08-10T20:52:13Z

Jetfire99: /* Enemies */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Deelel
|age=400+ cycles
|image=Deelel in the future.png
|species=Basic (Program)
|sex=Female
|height=5 7
|weight=Error 404 information not found.
|series=Tron
|styles=Dancer
|hometown=Flynn OS
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Shard Seekers
|occupation=Artist/Game Gladiator
|quote=Greetings program, I have a question for you. How well can you play the games?
}}
Deelel is a program from Dataspace, who appears to be some sort of media editing program. However due to the state of the grid she's ended up roped into the games there held at times. She's fairly friendly for someone who is been forced into blood sport to the death. She oddly a very strong believer in the existence of the Users and this may be why MCP targeted her in the first place. She's curious about the system at large which she'd never have been able to explore, as well as the so called user world beyond even that. However, she often has trouble understanding things from the 'user' space, and the more chaotic nature of the world outside her own is quite baffling to the program. Deelel is a dangerous and agile combatant, able to endure a surprising amount of damage. She's a professional with her ID disk, which is a thrown weapon that also contains a good deal of data on her and her system ID. Also, she's quite the adept pilot with vehicles, given that some of the gladiatorial combats involved them quite heavily.

= Relationships =
===Friends===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Yurita]]||Friend||"You helped me escape from the gaming pits along with the others there. I owe you a debt I mean to repay my friend.
|-
|[[Faruja Senra]]||Comrade||"You took a hit for me that could have been fatal, you proven that there are users who care about us as much they do themsevles."
|-
|Sara-42||Awe|| I know your out there I know the darkness likely has you but I'm coming I promise you. You made me, what else I can do but come for you?
|-
|[[Isaac Hanlon]]||Friend|| A user who makes music, knows what computers are and wants to work with me to make music?! THIS WILL BE AMAZING!
|-
|[[Lily]]|| Friend || "Your garden is impressive it's art in a way I could have never thought of before."
|-
|[[TRON]]||Friend||"You have lived up to the stories and the faith we have put in you. I'm glad I was right, Tron does indeed Live."
|-
|[[Mercade Alexander]]|| Friend || "You have helped keep us all together in the goal of restoring Manhattan. You also seem to almost be a Search Program in how far you go to find the truth.
|-
|[[Percival]] || Friend || "You seem to mean well but you also seem to be damage, how could a user even a non human one be damaged in such a way?"
|-
|[[Beck]] || Friend || "It's nice not being the only one from Argon, but seriously? You need to check where you get laser parts."
|-
|[[Avira]] || Friend || "You really have stuck with TRON and I haven't you. I'm fortunate to have you as a friend, still? Why did your mother give you one of my people's names?"
|-
|[[Maira]] || Friend || "I don't think you'll ever quite get what I am but that's all right. I just hope I can properly show you my home now."
|-
|[[Paulo Mysidi]] || Friend || "Mage or should I say sage? You seem to not live up to what most users would think of one of your kinds. You clearly like to go learn things first hand."
|-

|}

===Acquaintances===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-

|[[CADUCEUS]]||Neutral || Another program almost as old as CHIEF seems to be a medic and has expanded to handle medical aid for user as well. He seems all right.
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]|| Comrade ||"He's not even fully complied but he's out there seeking adventre already and why do his eye glaze over when I explain basic things to him?"
|-
|[[Lenn]]|| Comrade ||"Not a combatant but a very brave healer willing to get into the tick of things to support others."
|-
|[[Sabin Rene Figaro]]|| Suprise ||"I didn't know users could fight without any weapons. How did you even do some of thsoe combative moves?!
|-
|[[Leida]]|| Concern ||"The Virus infestion you seems to have been removed I hope it stays as such but still I'm wary if it tries to size you again. I'll not let it get you."
|-
|[[Ivo Galvan]]|| Comrade || "You act very strangely around women, what's up with this?"
|-
|[[Shego]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Ron? Where sort of history do you two have?!"
|-
|[[Ron Stoppable]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Shego also you can tame user space grid bugs? Woah!"
|-
|[[Zeke]]|| Like || "You may not understand what I am but you have an open mind and are crazy about water...that's still kind of scary."
|-
|[[Brooklyn]]|| Like || "You are a strange user but you fight well, I have been honored to fight along side you in the Hades cup."
|-
|[[Ping]]|| Like || "You are quite the solider and have proven your self an ally, though do try to avoid getting set on fire."
|-
|[[Aurora]]|| Curious || "A low tech world may be where your from but you seem to be very good at catching on to things. I'm curious very curious about you."
|-
|[[Tigger]]|| Curious || "Bounce, Bounce, how does one bounce like that. An agent of chaos yet on the side of order. The Masked Defender is indeed strange.
|-
|[[Evja]]|| User Error || "I have no idea what's going on these days with you but you seem far more stable now."
|-
|[[Arthur Drover]] || Acquaintance || "An interesting man with a family and a very curious job."
|-
|[[Blackbird]]|| Acquaintance || "Strange lady even for a user, she also sometimes looks at things rather funny. She does want to help but some times she seems a bit out of it..."
|-
|}

===Enemies===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-
|[[LEXUS]]|| Fear ||"He's become more than just a grid virus, he's somehow merged with that which powers the heartless. He's something too terrible to think upon for long."
|-
|[[CHIEF]]|| BSOD ||"He's been repurposed time and time again, it's no wonder he's broken yet how does he function. It seems he's starting to get better. Someone has managed to repair some of his code. But who?"
|-
|[[MCP]]|| Disgust ||"How many have been consumed or Drezzed because of you?! You used me to threaten the users. I'll not let this stand."
|-
|[[SARK]]|| Hate ||"You made me derezze others to stay alive, you enjoy watching other basics suffer at your hands. I will find you and make you answer for this."
|-
||[[Mozenrath]] || Respect || "You could back your mouth up I'm a bit shocked, you don't look the part. Still I'll not be forgetting your a major threat now."
|-
|[[Hades]] || Fatal Error || "A User's user is acting against us? How are we even going to deal with this?!"
|-
|[[Maleficent]] || Disgust || "You help to bring down worlds for your own ends and you dared to summon Clippy?! You are a monster!"
|-
|[[CLU2]] || Anger || "CLU2 what have you done? Clu what have you done to us all?!"
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Wait what Shopping?

2013-08-09T17:50:05Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/08/08
|Location=Flynn OS - Argon City
|Synopsis=While waiting for a safe way to get off the grid, Deelel takes some of the more curious users out for a little trip into Argon. To show them the sights, well what's left of them thanks to Tessler's urban renewal programs...
|Cast of Characters=Deelel, MAIRA, Blackbird, Paulo Mysidi, Arthur Drover
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' It was a world without a sun, but the natives had no problem with that, and those used to Traverse Town should be able to handle themselves well enough. Now Deelel wasn't the first one to wake up some some of her friend may have found her 'sleeping' hanging from several cables which seemed to be plugged right into her. It might have been creepy to see her hanging limp like that. She was up soon enough and very chipper, oh so very chipper from the sounds of her. Once everyone had had some time to recover? Deelel had noted she had to head into the town town to go get certain supplies that she's badly needed. Some personal some which might relate to thing also he wanted to show off the town. So here the group was in the downtown the sky scrapers reached into the endless night giving off their own light, programs were everywhere but one noticeable thing was the patrols of red lined blackguard and heavy sentries about the city from time to time. Also of note Renegade wanted posters were /everywhere/ "So here we are sorry things are so ? flat lately but what can you do with the state of affairs I found a few places dealing the supplies we're looking for."

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird nodded once to Deelel and spn about on her heels whileloking around. "I'd been trying to findsomesort of excuse i might not be up to speed, act odd or what. These... Strays Aurora spoke of, Lacking an ID Disc. Would that explain things or no?" A moment later she reached over to touse Deelel's hair, "And don't feel bad. I'd show you LA but it's kindof got a bad case of nobody can find it. Here's a nice little place." She sounds happy, upbeat and why not she's free to explore, learn, nobody died or even got seriously hurt last night. "In spite of it's lack of pizza and chineese it's looking pretty awesome so far."

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi seems fairly disconnected as he walks. His mind is more on his book-- taking note of things and jotting things down. Not very talkative right now-- which is like hell freezing over. He is in his lightsuit-- notably a blueish color.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur follows along, contemplative, hands loosely by his side. His identity disc hangs loosely from his hip, lashed in with some silvery digital "material". He's moving slowly and guardedly. The old man is the most cautious of them - always alert and armed with an escape plan or three. He has managed, barely, to knock together some supplies from scrapped bits of data. His understanding of how to synthesize is second to none. But Drover is worried. He is only as good as his tools, and his bow - most reliable mainstay- is strange and different. Its inherent magic has fled. He will be uncomfortable until he is once more armed to the teeth. "Do ye have any books about this place -hmm, data? Things I can peruse. I'm at home with manuals. Flying without a net is not my style." He glances sheepishly toward Paulo at that moment, "Not all of us are a thunderstorm in a little jar." He articulates his fingers, one resting on the "dagger" he managed to make last evening. "Ere the blade cools in the sheath~..." he singsongs under his breath, following the ladies conversing ahead. He's out of his element, and that is a disturbing thought.

:'''[[MAIRA]] has posed:''' Stifling a yawn, Maira catches up to Deelel and crew, having just woke up from a nap. She's still a little bleary eyed, but she doesn't want to miss the chance to explore now that they have discs and can kind of pass for programs. Maira's skintight suit (uh, are most programs...er...stacked?) circuitry is teal, the secondary color a vibrant pink. She's finger combing her hair as she come to walk between Paulo and Arthur, looking between them. "Thunderstorm in a little jar?" she inquires, her round eyes blinking curiously. "Flying without a net is totally my style though, I never have a net," she says, almost cheerfully. "Do our radios work, do you know? I haven't tried mine yet." Maira picks up the pace slightly to get in front of Paulo to lean down and try to catch the title of his book. "How can you walk and read at the same time?"

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' A sneak peak at Paulo's book shows all sorts of interesting things-- though the title just says 'Argon' at the top. There are sketches of Deelel in her normal stance and a step-by-step action of the lightcycle. There are footnotes on the food they 'drank' last night, and even a little chibi of poor Faru's mishaps as it shows them on bikes. Part artists doodle pad. Part field journal. Somehow Paulo does manage to keep writing while walking. "Its an acquired skill," says the sage-gone-indexer as he looks up to Maira. In his second trick, he manages to keep writing while walking and not looking! Wow! Super nerd powah! "Much like being a thunderstorm in a jar," amuses Paulo as he cracks a grin to Arthur.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "I heard mention of LA, but it's likely lost to the darkness. I do not know if it's swallowed or become shards I'm afraid." She has accepted they may never see it but the officer i appreciated she pauses for a moment. "You won't get fat of energy." She smirks seemingly amused at her counter point Paulo seems to be fitting in well enough as she looks at Arthur and nods a little bit. "Yes, I think we can get some public data for you later right now I'm hunting for hardware. Civilian hardware. No offense but using what I had to was like using what's the term? Stone knives and bear skins, to produce art." Her poor abused lightcycle is so overdue for a overhaul with how she's been driving it. "You might want to go for a baton that's a little obvious." she pats the ones on her right leg for a moment. Deelel brings up a digital window of some sort as she moves along and is reading it. "They can but to careful is all I ask. I'm going to be sending Mercade a little something." Several light cycles zoom by and other programs move about on their business as they near what might be a shop of some sort.

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird is still busy looking around trying to mke sense of traffic patterns, idly wondering what process or program is being represented as running. "Hm." She took a breath. Then another. Then before she realized it she was looking cluelessly at the shop's contents.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur smiles, but as he walks he is throwing something small and blue-green into each alleyway and doorway they pass. The "pebbles" land in unobstrusive spots. He pre-emptively answers any inquiring looks: "I'm seeding the area. If I need to provide a distraction, I want the method. Fortunately, Avira has the only truly destructive object I had with me. So we will not hurt the scenery." Arthur nods confirmation to Deelel's aside. "I agree, but a weapon _I_ make will likely outperform the native armaments. At least in my hands. I'll tuck it away more if you like." And it gets shoved into a belt satchel instead. "We don't want to stay longer than we have to. I need some tools." He doesn't know about computers or programs, but in this world, what looks like a weapon can still be shaped. It'll have to do.

:'''[[MAIRA]] has posed:''' Maira smiles bright to Paulo. "I guess so! So you learned magic then? You weren't just...sort of born with it? Or is it kind of both?" she asks. She's rather curious how magic works for other types of people. Maira looks back to Arthur, watching as he tosses little things around to prepare for any other trouble. This too, makes her smile. "You know Mr. Arthur, you remind me of someone. You really need to meet my friend Isaac. I think you'd have a lot to talk about. He does magic--but he does it with technology? I don't know, it's pretty crazy!" To Deelel, Maira nods. "Alright," she answers, then starts chatting on her radio.

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi summons a spotlight on himself as he speaks dramatically to Maira, "Oh dear Maira-- you ask of such a dark tale filled with conflict, adventure, and the will to overcome all odds. Somewhere in the middle-- I'll have a comical sidekick called Fred-- and in the end I own a floating castle-- that I also call Fred in honor of his sacrifice to the kingdom of spiderbats that swooped him away from me in the final moments of my tale." Ok, Paulo. O... Kay. The sage-gone-indexer grins, "But its a pretty long story, to be honest-- and its stuffy. The magic part that is. If we are going to fill our heads with tales-- it should be of this place's history and how to better adapt til we get home!" Clearly.

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird looked over at Paulo's dramatic action and facepalmed. Loudly. "Stop being such arunaway process." Sigh. Headshake. "At least stop acting weird."

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi frowns defiantly at Blackbird, "This is me being normal." It really is.

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird stares at Paulo and calmly restates the question. "Can you pretend you are someone else and act as normal as they would then?"

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur stares at a point over Paulo's shoulder as if staring at something no other could see. He makes a motion for which the only appropriate description is "grabbyhands".

:'''[[MAIRA]] has posed:''' Maira just facepalms. "Ugh...fine, avoid my questions," she says, crossing her arms, dejected. She might pout slightly.

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi hears Blackbird talking-- well scolding him-- but finds an innate interest in Arthur's gesture. His head cocks to the side and he engages in manly sign language... aka not sign language at all, and just gestures. He makes a grabby hands motion-- and then points to Blackbird. Questionmarkface. Then he comes to, "Wait, say again?I got the words 'pretend' and... well mostly pretend." He frowns to Maira and tells her, "Would a sketch of you cheer you up? I have much better ones. Like supernovamagicalgirl Maira."

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird scowled and wandered off (NEVER SPLIT THE GROUP!) to look see what interesting was going on. "Uh Deelel... how does Money and Commerse work around here?" Pat pat... Patpatpatpat these suits were gret and all except for one thing. NO POCKETS! WHERE DOES THE WALLET GO?!

:'''[[MAIRA]] has posed:''' Maira glances to one side, then the other. "Maaaybe..." she sings, then leans over to take a peek at his book. "Oh my goodness, is my hair really that fluffy? Yeesh!"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel enters into the shop as she looks about shop going after various supplies she's collecting quite a few things n her arms from the looks of it and she looks to him for a moment and she nods slightly. "I know, now lets just talk shop hum we don't want to bother the operator of the store." The Implied lets not be too strange and attract trouble for them as she wanders over the various supplies. She pauses picking up several small access devices. They small computers if you will and don't think too hard on that in a world like this. "Just some basic supplies we should be done if you see anything that has your interest I'll cover it if it's not too much." she sighs for a moment at Blackbird. "I'll handle it pay me back later." The store owner is peering at the party slightly but well they get some strange folks here and this isn't a military supply shop or anything that could be used as such so he's not too worried just hoping to get through his day without trouble.

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird hmmed at Deelel's generosity. "What i need is Information. Too many holes in my knowledge and too long sitting idle. I build things. I don't like sitting idle." What? It's true. She doesn't even have her PHONE to occupy her. Plus she's pestered poor Aurora to whit's end no doubt.

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi flips through the book with Maira. There are all sorts of pictures. Everyone he has met is in there. Notably Maira's include what she might look like as an angel... of fiery justice! Bwahaha *cough* there is also one with her if she had an afro. Paulo does have an imagination on him. "Only on frizzy days," Paulo observes notably to the fire mage. Otherwise the index program follows Deelel around-- attempting to not bother the operator-- but there is a chance that'll happen anyway.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' "Some commerce is at home everywhere. I'll handle it." Arthur, who has a liberal definition of "weapon" and is fully capable of skinning an entire chocobo with a kitchen knife, sees this as a weapon shop as much as anything else. A few small programs intended to open doors or fire off local program triggers are actually deadly weapons for the trapmaster. He waves the proprietor over, pulling a small band from inside his backpack. Deelel and Paulo had watched him forge this. Once it was a Coral Ring. Now it is some kind of surge protector, probably ludicrously valuable to a Program. He attempts to offer it to the shopkeep in exchange for some extra supplies on the sly. An access device of his own, a basic tutorial in how to use it, his friends' purchases. Capitalism, Ho!

:'''[[MAIRA]] has posed:''' Maira's eyes widen at the angel of fiery justice picture. It might actually look sort of familiar to Faruja and Avira...or anyone who had been there the day Angantyr had attacked VALKYRI--to save them from Garland attacking VALKYRI. "Heh...I like that one," she says. She reaches up to smooth down her hair, but its pretty useless. "Heh, every day is frizzy day," she says with a shrug. She enters the shop, poking around a little bit, but nothing in particular piques her interest. She's got a lightcycle--what can top that? Besides, she's still tired--and trying to cover up her worry about getting out of here.

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi chuckles to Maira's hair comment. The young sage-gone-indexer finds a nice spot to sit while the others shop around. He finishes up the shading on one of his pictures before resting the book in his lap.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' The program doesn't seem to fully understand what Arthur is asking about, but eventually the smith ends up making some kind of exchange. Maybe he feels drained afterward as the system detects his intention and runs a program in his name, draining his personal reserves. "Paulo, you can draw decently then?" Arthur reaches into his backpack, where he finds the designs Avira had handed him. "Would you like to learn the practical skill of mechanical drafting and blueprint design then? I could use a second pair of hands for a big project. We're building a ship." He sounds keen, but this is said relatively quietly. Arthur doesn't want to make a scene, but he also isn't exactly subtle even at the best of times.

:'''[[MAIRA]] has posed:''' Maira is realizing she is still pretty sleepy. She finds a place to sit, watching the others. She does perk at mention of ship building, a smile appearing. Avira's ship! Must be!

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi takes his book and turns it around to show off some of his drawings. Some of them are of people-- most are of people actually-- but a couple of them are objects like the light cycle. "I wouldn't mind helping out with drafting," the young man says as he tilts his head, "so long as I can still travel and whatnot while drafting. Mostly I draw because its easier to show than describe in words. That would make sense for mechanical stuff, too. Why a ship?"

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' "Gummi travel. The boundaries between worlds are harsh and unforgiving, but life needs to resume. We're part of a broader community. Bigger, safer, faster gummiships. We have a few designs we think might work. Your job will be to help make the ships look nice on paper, based on our lists of parts and measurements. That way you'll be able to see them, you'll get paid a bit, and we get some drawings back. It is time-consuming but you can send them in by courier as you finish them. Mostly I'm asking you because I know you and you're not sneaky enough to put one over on me and steal my partner's designs or anything." The smith, satchel now heavier, moves back toward the door. "Come on, we can walk back and bed down at the house, unless you need anything else?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel finishes up with the shop owners stuff and is heading for the door and she tilts her head a little bit at Arthur for a moment. "You'll find it more in Purgos than anywhere else but the wise don't go there." She's playing the honest citizen after all right? "Honestly we just do our function and get the energy we need to live off of, honestly." Well it kinda makes sense in a society where everyone is made for a job, it hasn't put a hamper on personal pursuits, hobbies and such. "Also Arthur? here." She hands him what might be almost some sort of book like construct which is basically a padd which some basic public history for him. However, most of what Deelel picked up? Was personal supplies for herself, which she'd need but she picked up a few goodies and such for some of the others. She's also picked up some drafting tsools for a moment. "Your talent for it is impressive Paulo, I should show you some of my work some time." After all he wasn't made to do this but has figured out how to do so on his own and she was curious about his other work. "I Could try I was made for more abstract art but I could help at the very lest I cold set up what you need to do such."

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' "Alright, thanks Miss." Arthur begins paging through the device, eyes flicking across it, grabbing the important information where possible. There is too much to take in, but he tries to understand. "Now that I fully understand more of what you are, I should change that weapon design. I imagine if you accidentally shocked yourself it might cause trouble." Arthur might end up having to carry Maira back. Damn kids and their sugar highs.

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi oooooooooooooooooohs. Yes, that many ohs. "Oh a GUMMI ship. For a moment I thought you meant a naval ship or an airship," he says-- mind still defaulting to the ships of his era. There is a nod, "Its true, Im not sneaky. Tis the duty of a sage to uphold virtue, wisdom, and knowledge-- though I want to be there on the maiden voyage." Stars in his eyes-- thinking of sailing. Deelel's comment pulled him back, "Oh yeah. Since we will be here for a while, I do need to talk to you about this and that. We can share artist stories-- have a cup of tea and watch the rain." Pause. "Does it rain here?"

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur Drover says, "Alright kid, we'll get you a seat up front." Arthur smiles faintly and prepares to leave with their "hostess" as she moves out."

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird seemed distracted from the doings and instead had wandered into the street to give her light cycle a spin. What? It looked the same, at least to her, as the thicket of vehicles she'd seen, or at least she didn't see anything about it that screamed 'OUT OF PLACE.'. Just a couple slow laps around the block to get a feel for things. Done this a thousand times with new rides. No biggie.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks ove to black bird and passes her a another unit like Arhut. "Sorry just basic history but I'm not an mechanic or nothing. Anyway I know where there's a games park. Come on it will be fun." She head for the strert anf gets on to her lightycle gesturing for hte others to follow it would be a simple trip but as they near this location Deelel starts to slow down. "This can't be fight why is there...a statue a head?" She looks up at the starue of Clu2 that has replaced the park and comes to a halt staring. "What in the name of Flynn did they do here?!"

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' The Smith stares up at it. "That's garish construction." He splays a few of the remaining gummi charges in his fingers. "Bit of a waste of space." He doesn't have a comment besides that, standing next to Deelel. The significance of this is likely lost on Arthur, the park space replaced with a self aggrandizing statue of a megalomaniac. But he's supportive in his own way. "If you say the word, I'd bet I could tear it down." He nods at the gummi charges between his fingers. He'd only need one, but poor art irks the man. It is his one button. "I mean just the head? They couldn't sculpt him on a horse?"

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi looks on the statue that is up there. He tilts his head to the side, "Needs more 'stache'." Clearly.

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird stopped a tthe decapitated statue, derezzed her cycle, and walked over to where the head lay. After looking from head to statue then back she frowned. "Deel... how long does it usually take to tear things down?" She reached over to poke the giant statue face's nose. "Gotta say at least it looks right." Shrug. It DID look like Flynn. Then again... hm. Wait. HURK. "Deelel. You said this was a statue of what... the local adminstrator?" Tap tap. "Happens to look exactly like Kevin FLynn?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "Let's not cause trouble I can see some guards about the plaza in front of it. Still I think I could have done better, look we don't have animals here. Everything on the grid but grid bugs have a purpose and the bugs were the result of system errors." She turns back to Blackbrid for a moment "We'd have the local guard on us for doing that and that's not Flynn that's CLU. I seen CLU more often than I have seen Flynn and honestly you people. Hew as always obsessed with one thing or another." She shrugs she'd only seen him a tiny handful of times in her life to be honest she never thorough much about him. The stashe comment gets her giggling though. "Lets go before the guards get uppity about loitering, we'll have to find somewhere else to play. Maybe hum mm now there is an idea." a game park outside the grid could be a long term project for Deelel but she's need someone with the mechanical know how for such. "They ? leveled my park...."

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird headshook at Deelel's warning about removing the eyesore. "I didn't mean US remove it. I'm just wondering why it's been left like this. Either repair the damage or revert to earlier whole edition. Serves no purpose like this except remind everyone this..." Hmph, "This Renegadje is still out there." Then in a quietrer voice. "Though did they have to put it HERE? Why not put it at the edge of the field? Would still be imposing and not pretty well." She stopped talking and just kinda went with what was going on. "Moving would probably be a good idea."

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur nods, moving onward and not casting aside any of his bombs here - for fear of a littering complaint. "Let's find somewhere else to play, and when all of this is over, somewhere safer to do it..."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks at her companions as they get reayd to head out for a moment. "Likely to make a statement. Lets get back home, I got some things that should make your lives a bit more enjoyable." With that she takes off for home...

Deelel

2013-08-09T01:13:51Z

Jetfire99:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Deelel
|age=400+ cycles
|image=Deelel in the future.png
|species=Basic (Program)
|sex=Female
|height=5 7
|weight=Error 404 information not found.
|series=Tron
|styles=Dancer
|hometown=Flynn OS
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Shard Seekers
|occupation=Artist/Game Gladiator
|quote=Greetings program, I have a question for you. How well can you play the games?
}}
Deelel is a program from Dataspace, who appears to be some sort of media editing program. However due to the state of the grid she's ended up roped into the games there held at times. She's fairly friendly for someone who is been forced into blood sport to the death. She oddly a very strong believer in the existence of the Users and this may be why MCP targeted her in the first place. She's curious about the system at large which she'd never have been able to explore, as well as the so called user world beyond even that. However, she often has trouble understanding things from the 'user' space, and the more chaotic nature of the world outside her own is quite baffling to the program. Deelel is a dangerous and agile combatant, able to endure a surprising amount of damage. She's a professional with her ID disk, which is a thrown weapon that also contains a good deal of data on her and her system ID. Also, she's quite the adept pilot with vehicles, given that some of the gladiatorial combats involved them quite heavily.

= Relationships =
===Friends===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Yurita]]||Friend||"You helped me escape from the gaming pits along with the others there. I owe you a debt I mean to repay my friend.
|-
|[[Faruja Senra]]||Comrade||"You took a hit for me that could have been fatal, you proven that there are users who care about us as much they do themsevles."
|-
|Sara-42||Awe|| I know your out there I know the darkness likely has you but I'm coming I promise you. You made me, what else I can do but come for you?
|-
|[[Isaac Hanlon]]||Friend|| A user who makes music, knows what computers are and wants to work with me to make music?! THIS WILL BE AMAZING!
|-
|[[Lily]]|| Friend || "Your garden is impressive it's art in a way I could have never thought of before."
|-
|[[TRON]]||Friend||"You have lived up to the stories and the faith we have put in you. I'm glad I was right, Tron does indeed Live."
|-
|[[Mercade Alexander]]|| Friend || "You have helped keep us all together in the goal of restoring Manhattan. You also seem to almost be a Search Program in how far you go to find the truth.
|-
|[[Percival]] || Friend || "You seem to mean well but you also seem to be damage, how could a user even a non human one be damaged in such a way?"
|-
|[[Beck]] || Friend || "It's nice not being the only one from Argon, but seriously? You need to check where you get laser parts."
|-
|[[Avira]] || Friend || "You really have stuck with TRON and I haven't you. I'm fortunate to have you as a friend, still? Why did your mother give you one of my people's names?"
|-
|[[Maira]] || Friend || "I don't think you'll ever quite get what I am but that's all right. I just hope I can properly show you my home now."
|-
|[[Paulo Mysidi]] || Friend || "Mage or should I say sage? You seem to not live up to what most users would think of one of your kinds. You clearly like to go learn things first hand."
|-

|}

===Acquaintances===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
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! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-

|[[CADUCEUS]]||Neutral || Another program almost as old as CHIEF seems to be a medic and has expanded to handle medical aid for user as well. He seems all right.
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]|| Comrade ||"He's not even fully complied but he's out there seeking adventre already and why do his eye glaze over when I explain basic things to him?"
|-
|[[Lenn]]|| Comrade ||"Not a combatant but a very brave healer willing to get into the tick of things to support others."
|-
|[[Sabin Rene Figaro]]|| Suprise ||"I didn't know users could fight without any weapons. How did you even do some of thsoe combative moves?!
|-
|[[Leida]]|| Concern ||"The Virus infestion you seems to have been removed I hope it stays as such but still I'm wary if it tries to size you again. I'll not let it get you."
|-
|[[Ivo Galvan]]|| Comrade || "You act very strangely around women, what's up with this?"
|-
|[[Shego]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Ron? Where sort of history do you two have?!"
|-
|[[Ron Stoppable]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Shego also you can tame user space grid bugs? Woah!"
|-
|[[Zeke]]|| Like || "You may not understand what I am but you have an open mind and are crazy about water...that's still kind of scary."
|-
|[[Brooklyn]]|| Like || "You are a strange user but you fight well, I have been honored to fight along side you in the Hades cup."
|-
|[[Ping]]|| Like || "You are quite the solider and have proven your self an ally, though do try to avoid getting set on fire."
|-
|[[Aurora]]|| Curious || "A low tech world may be where your from but you seem to be very good at catching on to things. I'm curious very curious about you."
|-
|[[Tigger]]|| Curious || "Bounce, Bounce, how does one bounce like that. An agent of chaos yet on the side of order. The Masked Defender is indeed strange.
|-
|[[Evja]]|| User Error || "I have no idea what's going on these days with you but you seem far more stable now."
|-
|[[Arthur Drover]] || Acquaintance || "An interesting man with a family and a very curious job."
|-
|[[Blackbird]]|| Acquaintance || "Strange lady even for a user, she also sometimes looks at things rather funny. She does want to help but some times she seems a bit out of it..."
|-
|}

===Enemies===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-
|[[LEXUS]]|| Fear ||"He's become more than just a grid virus, he's somehow merged with that which powers the heartless. He's something too terrible to think upon for long."
|-
|[[CHIEF]]|| BSOD ||"He's been repurposed time and time again, it's no wonder he's broken yet how does he function. It seems he's starting to get better. Someone has managed to repair some of his code. But who?"
|-
|[[MCP]]|| Disgust ||"How many have been consumed or Drezzed because of you?! You used me to threaten the users. I'll not let this stand."
|-
|[[SARK]]|| Hate ||"You made me derezze others to stay alive, you enjoy watching other basics suffer at your hands. I will find you and make you answere for this."
|-
||[[Mozenrath]] || Respect || "You could back your mouth up I'm a bit shocked, you don't look the part. Still I'll not be forgetting your a major threat now."
|-
|[[Hades]] || Fatal Error || "A User's user is acting against us? How are we even going to deal with this?!"
|-
|[[Maleficent]] || Disgust || "You help to bring down worlds for your own ends and you dared to summon Clippy?! You are a monster!"
|-
|[[CLU2]] || Anger || "CLU2 what have you done? Clu what have you done to us all?!"
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Oh it had to be a Heartless...

2013-08-09T01:10:39Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/08/08
|Location=Northern Continent - Macalania Forest
|Synopsis=The Shard Seekers head off on an adventure sadly for them there is something foul waiting for them at their destination.
|Cast of Characters=Lily, Skoll Ulfang, Shiki Misaki, Zia, Deelel, Evja
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Many things had happened recently with Evja and quite frankly, he wanted to get away from it all. Away from anywhere with other Viera, away from anywhere he felt he had to hide who he was, simply because he couldn't(THANKS HADES), and all in all he just wanted to try and keep from freaking out and worrying all the time. So, he took Zia's advice, and decided to stop running. At least for now. Instead, he'd try to carry on where he was before. While in the Shard Seekers HQ he had briefly recalled the trip to Duagerreo and the Chocobo Book, which led him to realize - he had never continued upon that. Thus, a message was left for the Shard Seekers on the board. 'To those who have any interest, I am going to be journeying to Macalania(the Inn) to seek out a chocobo-related organic relic that may be semi-magical. The last time I did this at Duagerreo there turned out to be a monster with a horde of diamonds. If anyone is interested in assisting me, meet me there at x:xx on the xth of x E~Ch~Chita(You know me as Evja, inquire... of me when we meet up, if you care) And that was that. The handwriting was a bit apprehensive as if he wasn't sure what he was writing, but hey, Shiki could easily vouch for the accuracy of what was stated there. Anyone who decided to meet up at Macalania's Travel Inn, as instructed, would find the inn relatively devoid except a couple of Al Bhed and a light-blue Chocobo tethered outside, idly eating a peck of Gyshal. Evja was seated inside at the moment, back turned towards the door with his head buried in a book of some kind. It may or may not be an Al Bhed primer.

:'''[[Zia]] has posed:''' There are storms outside of Traverse Town, enough so to temporarily delay her journey onward. It seems as if one thing after another were trying to keep her from going to Castle Oblivion. With all the warnings Zia has received, maybe it's for the best, but it certainly hasn't relieved her uncertainty, or rid her of the odd dreams that meant less than restful nights, even in stone sleep. So, coming along on an adventure seemed like a good break from waiting around. The sound of wings flapping announces her arrival as the gargoyle settles to the ground. The great leather-like wings fold across her shoulders like a cape as she takes the time to re-arrange a blue scarf across her neck, looking momentarily at the strange 'forest' that seemed completely alien to anything that exists in her world. Then, she steps in, talons clicking as she makes her way over towards Evja. The Al Bhed look up, peering at her, and then talk amongst themselves. She seems disinterested in their incomprehensible language. "Wha ye readin?" The gargoyle asks, shifting her weight as she peers over the bunny's shoulder.

:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:''' ADVENTURE. Shiki is always up for an ADVENTURE, especially when it involves bashing monsters and helping Evja. Hey, didn't Evja have a contract with Hades or something? WHO CARES. A friend in need is a friend in deed! And Shiki needs a break from recent events too. So. Also, Macarena is a pretty nice place! She visited here once before, and there was a giant crab. A giant /albino/ crab! And it didn't even try to eat her. So that was a plus. She likes the atmosphere and the sparkles. "Heyyyyy!" In comes Shiki, and also Mr. Mew, who has that machete again. Living stuffed animal with a knife. Totally normal.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' Joining on this journey into the forest is Skoll, albeit his reasons are a tad different from just 'going there because Evja is there'. To him, it's always a mission of exploration. After all, who knows where there might be a shrine to the ancestors. Still, he does this while following around Zia. They've not really called one-another boyfriend and girlfriend or anything. That kind of title still feels weird. But they certainly have been hanging around one-another enough for there to be RUMORS! Oooooh, juicy gossiiiiip. With his arms folded, Skoll ends up standing besides Zia while she is speaking to Evja, glancing over Zia's shoulder for but a moment, before raising his hand towards Shiki. "Hey..." Name. Name... "Chili!" Yess! Nailed it.... Right?

:'''[[Lily]] has posed:''' Lily's here too! With her new weapon resting at her side, even, not that she seems to be paying it too much attention. Nor is she paying Shiki a lot of attention this very second either. No, her attention is on the big darned bird. "I've never seen a Chocobo this color before! Why do Chocobo come in all different colors but humans only like... 3?" If the bird doesn't spook when she carefully nears, she'll try to pet it!

:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:''' "Oh my god, Lily! You can't just ask chocobos why they're blue!" Shiki says. Mr. Mew facepalms a bit. Sigh.

:'''[[Lily]] has posed:''' "But I can totally ask you why you're not purple!" Lily retorts merrily, heading on in...

:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:''' "Because these days I always check to make sure someone doesn't swap my shampoo out for slime oil." "Boy, that was unpleasant for all concerned."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' The Chocobo didn't actually seem to mind someone approaching him as long as they weren't trying to hop a ride on his back, which meant Lily could pet or hug or whatever she wanted to the bird and get away with it so long as she didn't try to jump on him(He'd politely sidestep or buck her off if that happened). Well-trained. When someone speaks suddenly to him Evja jumps a bit before shrinking slightly in his seat and looking up. "Oh... just you." a bit more relaxed. Sigh. "It is... a book on something called Yevon. I have heard of it before courtesy of a ... Maester named Seymour, I believe. I thought I may as well read up on it as I wai-ted-..." And suddenly others were here. He turned a bit and looked to see who, seeing Shiki and Hati's brother as of the moment, door still open and hearing Shiki lambasting Lily about something chocobo-related? "No idea..." he mumbles softly before slowly pushing himself to a stand. The Viera was actually wearing something rather non-adventury at the moment, an expensive-looking business suit that was actually rather well cut, the same suit he wore to Serendipity whenever he went to race chocobos and felt he didn't need to go in drag. Or at least that's what he did before Hades' punishment. Now... it was the only clothing he had at the moment that wasn't female and hadn't had a chance to buy some new ones yet. "So, hey all." pause, "To those that... uh... did not know somehow already..." yeah, it may be obvious now that Evja was male. "... ... there is a spring inside Macalania where a type of edible plant grows. That is what we are after. There may be monsters by it though."

:'''[[Zia]] has posed:''' If it isn't the arrival of a knife-wielding plush toy, it's the conversation about colored chocobos... Zia just blinks. "Ah thought there was somethin special aboot the colorful ones. Where ye havete breed this 'n tha, 'n then it all got awefully confusin." Someone probably give her the 'Idiot's Guide to Chocobo Inbreeding' or something. Either way, she cautiously takes a step back away from the ginsu-cat, bumping into Skoll in the process. She looks up at the taller werewolf, then blushes slightly, then tries to steady herself and look as if that totally hadn't happened. Rumors indeed. "Cannae say Ah've heard much aboot Yevon. Is it somethin ye eat or...?" She trails off, knowing that if she continues to guess at it, that she'll end up looking more stupid in the process. She seems comfortable enough around Shiki and Lily to only offer them a quick little nod and a smile, her tail twitching, "Is there a reason yer friend is quite so well armed?" This is to Shiki, giving a nervous look at the cat. Then, her attention is on Evja, not at all bothered by his change of appearance, she just listens to the quest at hand. "Do ye know wha it looks like? The plant, tha is?"

:'''[[Lily]] has posed:''' "That doesn't answer anything..." Lily complains in a whiny, confused tone... But with Skoll arriving and blurting out something senseless, she turns about slightly, looking over a shoulder at him with wide, inquisitive eyes. She blinks a few times... then realization flashes like a light bulb. "Ah-- Skoll!"

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' "Hey Evja." Skoll does actually know the Viera. Sure, their meetings have been more in passing than anything, but Skoll has normally seen 'her'/'him' in armor of feminine clothing. "New duds? They look good on 'ya." Skoll comments, before glancing over towards the girls. "And I don't know about humans. But if Chocobos are any tell - then that means that if there are red skinned humans, they can cast Meteo." So the werewolf decides. "That's really the only thing you gotta remember about Chocobos. Red ones cast Meteo. It really really hurts if those land on you. So I suggest you avoid them - horrible temper too!" "And don't you worry about monsters. You got us with you now." He then wanders off towards Lily just as she calls his name and kneels down in front of her. "Hey Lils - haven't seen you in a while. Whatcha got there?" He's glancing at the 'new weapon' at her side. "Don't tell me you've already forgotten about me?"

:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:''' Shiki blinku blinku. She's not sure what to process first! She takes a deep breath. "Hi guys! No, it's Shiki. Wow! But this is one of the only times I've seen some of you in a while, isn't it? It's pretty awesome that we can get back together for /adventures/ like this." Clench both fists. "And like, apparently Evja is a boy?! That's kind of unusual! Did something magic happen to you?" Hold up cat. "Mr Mew just brought this in case we need to hack through vines and branches and stuff! It came in useful before. But I'll make sure he doesn't cut up any plants we need. But he will use it to cut up monsters if we find it! And now I'm going to breathe in." BREATHE.

:'''[[Lily]] has posed:''' "Don't be silly, Skoll! I don't forget faces! ... Um... usually don't!" That last part is added quickly, as LIly starts scratching her chin and making a sheepish expression all the while. "And it's something I picked up.. a special weapon, just for me! .. but using it's not working out well... I need practice!"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is a bit behind Shiki in terms of arrival, she's always been a strange one but damn she just stares at Shiki now as she goes on like her brain has overclocked. She just stares for a moment unable to say anything to her as she just goes on and on. She is able to pick up on everything she is saying. That is a heck of a lot to take in. Wait Faruja was male? She'd not have known then again Evja was the only member of their race Deelel had any real contact with. Wait another thought hits the basic whose a bit unusually quiet today. This bit of information has he break her silence. "Chita?! Wait what is going on here?" Deelel is just standing back now mouth a bit open as she attempts to put all this data together in her head in such a way that it actually makes sense and she's not quite aware of the other Shard Seekers. She snaps out of it as she shakes her head. "Right and greetings everyone!" There's quite a few other Shard Seekers, she's either not seen in a long time or had little contact with. "It seems we have quite ... the gathering today."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' When Zia asks what it looks like, he fishes out a book and offers it towards her, holding it open to a page where it shows something that looks faintly like a lily pad. It had a juicy fruit or something similar sitting atop it. "Right... I suppose I should explain to everyone a few things. In the meanwhile, let us walk. It is a bit to the spring. Be careful, though. There /are/ monsters around, and rarely heartless. But that is... this new world we are in." Chita moves slowly by the bunch and sees Deelel, having her basically ask the same thing. He walks up to his chocobo, untethers the bird, then says, "Two of you may ride atop him if you wish, he can carry that much. I will walk. That said, though..." The path to the spring in Macalania woods was actually fairly straight forward, the paths beaten and wethered plenty. Along the way Evja makes it a point to hesitanty, but fully and truthfully, explain what has been going on and happening. Pretty much, who he was, what he really was(male), why he was hiding(vieran culture, the super zealous ones who follow the old ways guard/treasure males as rare and must be protected), explains the contract with Hades and that he broke it - and was punished thus for breaking it. If asked, the punishment was a pain and a curse that stopped him from ever deceiving others and apparently damnation to walk the world forever after death or something. He didn't fully understand it himself and likely wouldn't until that happened. "All in all..." he finally says as they close in on the spring, "I... am sorry that I deceived all of you. I cannot change the past, but I am willing to try and make up for it. I had no intention of harming anyone."

:'''[[Zia]] has posed:''' "Well, Ah suppose every bit helps if we do run inte monsters." Zia admits, although she does watch the plushie a bit longer, as if afraid it was going to pull a moment out of some horror movie. The Doll turns on the would-be heroes. Whee-whee-whee. Shaking her head, the gargoyle tries to push that thought out of her mind. It's the conversation Skoll has with Lily that reminds her of her own attempts at learning combat, "Ye could try te ask the mouse. He's been tryin te help me learn a wee bit aboot combat, but..." Zia rubs at the back of her neck, looking sheepish, "So far Ah'm no' very good at it." As the group finally gets on the road, Zia falls quiet, letting the Viera explain his situation. She knew much of it from her conversation with him earlier. It feels a bit strange to walk the distance, so used to using her wings, but sticking together is more important than speed. She's still got Evja's book, studying the picture of the plant as they walk along. "So, wha is it supposed te be able te do, this plant?" She asks after a lull in the story, offering the book back.

:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:''' Shiki Misaki snoopily looks over Zia's shoulder. Mr. Mew looks over Shiki's shoulder. His shoulder is too small for anyone to look over except maybe Jimminy Cricket. Shiki high-fives Deelel and Lily to celebrate a successful arrival. But then there's walking and exposition to be done! Not entirely pleasant exposition, to be sure. Shiki expresses interest, then confusion, then shock, then a heated insistance that Evja's fate will not happen! And that all of them will make sure that he's safe! And not doomed! And ooh look at that sparkly flower there. Shiki puts it in her hair.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' "A guy huh?" Skoll comments, raising a brow. "Not entirely sure why anyone would want to pretend to be another gender. But hey, to each their own tastes." The werewolf kind of shrugs his shoulders. "I've seen weirder things back when I was in the place I got this shirt at." He pulls softly on his Def March shirt. "People with the /weirdest/ hats. Some of them even had like, blue hair and stuff." The werewolf then glances back towards Lily. "A rapier huh? Well, you can just use it as a focus for your magic. Draw sigils with it in the air or something." Sometimes people forget that Skoll actually is an accomplished mage as well as fighter. It's just that he expresses most of that magic through his chain-based combat techniques. The youth then gets back up, moving his hand through Lily's hair and looking Zia's way for a second, before Chita distracts him. He's likely to always call him Evja though. "I can walk. It's what I enjoy. Besides, I am pretty sure I'm still capable of outrunning a Chocobo if I really tried." He points at his chest proudly while stating this. "Man, don't worry about it. Who cares about something like that? I don't like getting lied to - but everyone has their reasons to do whatever." Skoll really just goes with the flow. Although there's been times where lies have gotten him really upset. "Zia is right though. Faruja is supposedly good with the blade." He notes, getting up and moving alongside Zia again.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is not going to press things at this time she doesn't see the need to, she really seems to have let whatever issue she's had go at least to the point? She's not going to cause trouble at the very least over it. "I have my own ride so don't worry about that, as for that I'm going to take it you had a good reason to do so." She is scoping Zia out a bit she does not run into her race very often after all, she seems satisfied with the look over. "It's a wise idea to expand one's abilities. It's something I can respect." She returns the high five from Shiki and seem to be amused, though her friend has slowed down at least and she notices the flower now in her friend's hair. It seemed to look good at it, it was quite the interesting looking plant. The mention of blue hair gets a laugh out of Deelel after all her own hair is blue after all. "It's a suitable weapon from what I seen hum a curious idea Skoll it seems to have a fair bit of merit but I'm not very well versed in magic so we'd need someone perhaps like yourself could help her? I seen him fight he's pretty good with melee weapons.

:'''[[Lily]] has posed:''' "The Mouse? ... Do you mean Faruja?" Lily asides to Zia, and afterward nods Skoll's way, thoughtfully, tapping her chin over the matter. But now it's time to head out, and she does take the ride on the Chocobo, since nobody else seems so driven to do so! "That... I'm not angry, but... I feel really bad about all of it."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' The clear-water spring deep in Macalania woods. Water so clear, so pure, that it could be used to create Spheres. And, in fact, it often was. The entire area was a beautiful clearing in the woods, everything shimmering, reflected light from the water itself shining everywhere and giving off an illusion that the woods themselves were reflective. In the center of this shallow, crystalline stream was a single large, gnarled exotic tree with some form of sphere lodged in it. Small crystals were lodged here and there and overall, it seemed perfect. http://oyster.ignimgs.com/mediawiki/apis.ign.com/final-fantasy-x/thumb/c/c4/Part_07-09.JPG/468px-Part_07-09.JPG http://oyster.ignimgs.com/mediawiki/apis.ign.com/final-fantasy-x/0/04/Jecht_sphere_1.JPG In the far back corner of the spring, and various spots here and there, one could see small lilypad-like plantlife floating on the water with bright red fruit-like orbs resting atop them. "How pretty..." Chita mumbled softly as the group reached the interior spring, looking back towards Zia and the book she had been holding onto for a moment before spying a single pad open in the distance by itself, the budding fruit looking particularly large. "Think you'll like that one, Senra?" His chocobo was named Senra. Long story. The chocobo looks at it and warks happily with high expectations. Taking the moment to jump over to it, the Vieran Judge reaches down to pick the fruit and pad. He failed to realize something, though... Like the black tentacle that was snaking up and around his right leg. By the time he noticed it was too late, the tentacle snapped taut and whipped the now in-the-air figure back first into the gnarled tree a bit away with a thud. The creature, though, didn't actually go after him. Instead, it simply bubbled into view from below that flower. A large, bubbling and black spherical-looking thing that looked to be almost made up of tar and water, a giant bubble that was pulsating with life. A tiny pair of yellow eyes could be seen. A heartless.

:'''[[Zia]] has posed:''' "Aye, Faruja. The good Templar is quite a capable spearman, but he seems te be quite knowledgeable in other weapons as well." Chuckling softly, her tail swishes once, bumping into Skoll's leg before darting back away again. Dratted tail. "Wi' all the young adventurers among us, ye should be able te find a suitable tutor one way or the other." Ever have one of those moments when it feels like someone is staring at you. Oh yeah, that's because someone is. It takes the white gargoyle a moment to realize she's being watched. After she does, well... Zia tries not to look directly at Deelel. Her own experience with programs is few and far between, so she can't help but sneak a look now and again. It's that uncomfortable thing that happens when two people are scoping each other out, but neither will say anything. Normally, Zia wouldn't have considered the arrival of a monster to be a good thing, but it certainly offers her a distraction. She doesn't have time to boggle over the Viera's strange chocobo naming, and instead is watching him get flung about instead. Wince. Ouch. The sight of the giant Heartless sends a cold chill down her spine. Once, she might have been afraid of the Heartless that makes itself know, but time has trained her to recognize her own strength and that of others. "A Heartless!" She mutters a Scottish curse. "Ah'll try te slow it down a bit, someone see if the rabbit is okay." The gargoyle launches herself up, using the high ground so she can keep a better eye on the monster, and cast a spell to freeze the water around it, slowly.

:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:''' "Hey, blue hair and crazy hats are totally normal where I come from! Well. Maybe not the blue hair. But /definitely/ the hats. And maybe if hair dye was trending at the time." Shiki self-conciously doffs her own hat as they walk. "I got used to weird pretty fast, not much surprises me any more." That's just asking for trouble. "If we end up in a fight, I can guard you if you need it," she says to Zia. "That's what my mythril rod is for." "Man, I love this place," Shiki comments for no reason, swinging her hand to disturb the sparkling particles in the air. "It's worth getting this glitter in your clothes. And your hair. And everywher else... usually..." "WOOOOOAH but that's something I could do without!" she shouts! Freaka-friggin'... if fiends aren't bad enough, now we've got Heartless fiends! Shiki runs over towards Evja, set to guard. She feels like she steps on someone's toes as she goes- but nobody's there. Also, she's got to shove this thing away from Evja a bit. She's so busy she doesn't have time to make a pact!

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' Skoll certainly doesn't mind getting a tail touch to his legs - he just replies by swatting his own at Zia's rear and grins at her comically. Then, a little later... ---- Indeed, a heartless! And it's flung up Evja. "Hang in there, Evja!" Skoll calls out to him, "Just... stay right there! Don't go anywhere!" The wolf gets into a brawler's stance and takes a few punches to the air in order to test his strength today. It's been a long time since he's relied more on his actual punches. "Zia, Lily, Shiki, Dee - be careful of its tentacles! I've seen stuff in movies once, and I hear that they prefer to go after females." Followed by his staring at the heartless. It grabbed Evja. Awkwaaard. "Hey ugly." Skoll points at the heartless. "How many tickles does it take to make an octupus laugh?!" The werewolf crouches through his lefts, hands on both side. Skoll rushes the thing and starts punching him, "One, two..." He counts for each punch. "... eight nine..." And then suddenly here comes an uppercut in an attempt to lodge it up into the air. "TEN-TICKLES!"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has thankfully got over her fear of water from her time on the Wise OS and she looks at the place she just wants to actually get to work on some art of the place, yet? Well she's got other things to consider it's clear though she's taking it all in she didn't think a place like this would exist. However she is alert enough she's not likely to be caught off guard entirely. "I'm still better at him with thrown weapons though, but that's about the only thing. That's right Lily we will be able to get you a teacher..." She trails off as the Heartless makes itself known to the party she's going for her disc already the edge hums to life with the strange energy field that her people use on their weapons. Shiki's earlier comment do make her smile inwardly but there is something worse to deal with. "Let's get this Game over with." Deelel loads a few run time commands that should help her with this fight. ... I'm not going to ask Skoll and it reminds me too much like LEXUS." The warning from Skoll however is very welcome to the program. She'll let Skoll make the first move, while Deelel is going to look for an opening to make her own move against the creature.. "Lily, you can do this I got faith in you and we'll have your back!"

:'''[[Lily]] has posed:''' Lily's one of the first to notice the Heartless. It's a chill running through her, a nasty vibe. The dark aura gets her freezing in place and twitching just a few moments before... Ack, there goes Evja! "Not NOW! ... stupid Heartless... Evja!" Worried, Lily hops off Senra, gestures towards the water... And a barrage of icicles goes flying for the withdrawing tendril!

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' If one tried to claim this heartless was nimble in the least, they were full of crap. The Heartless just kind of floats there, and when any attack gets near it, it suddenly 'clenches' and contracts into a tighter, harder form to try and block the incoming attacks. While freezing the water around it, fast or slow, did work - it didn't seem to do much to the Heartless anyways as it wasn't moving all that much to begin with. Not to mention Skoll's attempt at knocking it up somehow didn't manage to dislodge it from the air where it was floating. "Grrruuuuuu..." came a grumbling mumble from the heartless as it began to lash out with miniature blobs of black goo that shot out in all directions, spawning tiny Shadow-like things that launched at the various parties to suicide bomb into them. Meanwhile... "Mmph..." CRACK! That was the sound Chita made when he landed against the gnarled tree, sliding down a bit in a daze and not moving much until shortly after the blobs began to shoot out. Slowly pushing himself to a stand with a wince, he reached a hand out to place upon Shiki's shoulder gently and just barely lean against her while saying, "I... I will be fine. Worry about yourself here, stay safe." Still trying to play the hero on his part, Evja looked around to try and figure out what was going on. Just a single creature that was spawning little exploding things? That shouldn't be an issue, except as he went to straighten up, it became painfully obvious that blow on his back had did a good number on making it hard to raise his right arm much further than he already had. "You need someone else to fight alongside, yes? If I recall Duagerreo right, anyhow." From the hand he had placed on Shiki's shoulder the two began to glow a faint golden color, the judge attempting to 'buff' them in some fashion for the impending fight.

:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:''' Funky splitscreen effect go! Our hearts combined make an awesome power! Shiki gives Evja a thumbsup- and unfortunately even a second's hesitation is enough for the Spherimorph to deluge her with shadow globules. She eeps! and tries to dance around them, but her mythril rod catches on a branch and she's socked and splattered by shadow goo. That /really/ hurt! "Uugh... I can tell that physical attacks won't do so well. Let's keep trying to freeze it!" she shouts, taking out some of her pins. She taps the white one, swipes the one with a D on it and slashes the one with rhinestones... and her attack begins! The pins shine, and Shiki thrust her arm forward. Freezing winds swirl around the Spherimorph, carrying with them sticks, stones and crystals! Ice begins to gather, clumping the frozen objects together and weighing it down... so that a huge ice spike can thrust it back up!

:'''[[Zia]] has posed:''' Maybe it's her position in the trees that saves her from the strange globs of goo that the Heartless is throwing around, or the quick movement from tree to tree. The white gargoyle doesn't take fully to the skies, not wanting to get too much distance between herself and others should someone need a rescue on wing. At the very least, the slow speed of this Heartless meant that if they had to make a hasty retreat, it should be possible. Then again, the ones that weren't fast, were usually quite tough. "Alright, if tha didnae work, then we'll havete bring out the 'big guns'." The Scottish gargoyle crouches on a branch, pushing up invisible sleeves as she focuses her power, murmuring a magical incantation under her breath. Ripping through the forest a fierce wind joins the elemental powers of Shiki, swirling blades of air trying to launch the monster skyward, only to have it be targeted by a huge bolt of lighting that flashes down from the empty skies above.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' People who know Skoll well enough will note that his combat style isn't quite what it used to be. He's not using his chains at the moment for one. What's more, there's the distinct lack of that purplish lightning that normally joins in his assaults. But more-so, his attacks seem to lack that certain amount of 'punch' to them. Still, he's quick - that much has not changed! The werewolf easily moves out of the way of the incoming attack, using his hands to gently touch the incoming 'strikes' and push himself off of them. It's kind of beautiful to watch really. There's this faint 'light' that pulses at his fingertips as he performs these maneuvers, ending upside down now and again, before he finally floats near Zia for a moment. "Yo." He puts a finger to his forehead and salutes her, before he moves straight back down towards the ground again. Gravity and all that. The werewolf quickly rushes for the Heartless in that moment while on the ground, pulling one arm back before trying to use a magically charged uppercut to try and bring it into the air, followed by a sudden burst of ice erupting from his fist in the form of a wolf's head, trying to chew into the bottom of the Heartless' body.

:'''[[Lily]] has posed:''' "I... I'll be alright..." LIly chokes out after being pulverized, knocked about by blobs of goo and smacked by a tendril into a tree. Ow. Ow ow owwww. But she's pushing to her feet again. many times in a fight, the little mage girl's been seen surrounded by a raging elemental aura, her head gem shining. Well, the gem's shining, but the raging elemental aura's nowhere to be seen...it's been drawn in, manifesting as nothing more than a shimmery light emanating from her skin that occasionally crackles, as mana thrums through her body. The winds surrounding her shift as she places a dainty hand on her rapier's grip... and draws it out. Then, with a tiny kiai she blinks out of view, three quick windy spears drawing a violent, curved path across the beast's tendrils before Lily reappears past them. ... Was that the WIND?!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is fast but she's not fast enough not today the heartless is faster than she expected at least with it's methods of attack. It doesn't look to good for Deelel she's not even able to launch an attack with her disc before she's struck. The glob latches on to Deelel and there's a look of panic on he face as it explodes. The result is Deelel is hurt pretty badly, she's alive but her suit?s a bit damaged and it has glowing tears where it is but she her self is hurt badly from the looks of it. Given there there's a almost burn like damage to her body from the blast. "Tch....if that's how you want to, you mindless virus. Then it's on!" Skoll's advice earlier likely saved her from worse pain though had she gone in close right off the bat? It would have been pretty darn messy for her. She's got her disc and this time she's going to get enough of a shot off as both Zia and Shiki attack? She does as well launching the disc to impact with the thing, perhaps even go through it if she's lucky. She breaks into a runs after to chase the disc down and catch it on the return for another attack from it. She leaps into the air flipping head over heels several times,before landing and catching the disc as it flies back after it's latest pass. "They have a horrible sense of timing. Not only do they want to eat us, they want to ruin everything else as well!"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' The elemental attacks tear into the Heartless heavily and even though it curls up and attempts to defend itself, it really doesn't seem capable of doing much. It somehow manages to block a couple of attacks with more blobs of darkness, but the rest simply tear into it. Despite all this, the heartless still hasn't budged from where it was. It was beginning to show some wear, though, clumps of shell falling off of it, falling apart, pulsating and looking to be in pain. "GRAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" it screams loudly before it EXPLODES with a heavy amount of darkness towards all of those around it, flinging more blobs and trying to steal the heart of everything there. It wasn't the most original heartless :( Meanwhile - Senra Vision OH CRAP OH CRAP OH CRAP OH CRAP The Chocobo was panicking a bit at the sudden fact that Chita had just got his ass handed to him, not to mention he might be hurt. With Lily hopping off him, Senra started running along the shallow water, actually clacking his claws atop of it, somehow running on TOP of it(light blue/river choco). When he sees Evja standing again, he starts to make towards him only to see the blobs explode right in front of Shiki and the Viera, knocking at least his owner around again and causing the Chocobo to fluff up in anger. "WAAAAAAAAARK!"'cry' was given towards the creature as Senra quite literally jumped straight up and on top of it, grabbing the only thing it could with his claws and trying to rip it apart - which just happened to be the lily pad-like plant with a bulb on it. The heartless roared in pain and started to move, flailing back and forth and suddenly quite animated before Senra somehow rips it straight off, the heartless going limp. Now was everyones chance! Unload on it!

:'''[[Shiki Misaki]] has posed:''' Oh crap oh crap oh crap This isn't the easiest opponent to deal with! Regardless of whether or not they're in an environment full of trees and plants, this amorphous Heartless is hard to deal with. IN this environment, it's ten times worse. Its size isn't a problem for it, since it's made of liquid it's not bothered by it. And because it's liquid, it can flow around all of the environment much more easily than a human can! All this means is that as evasive as Shiki is, and how good she is at using her staff to swing around, it doesn't mean a pod of beans when she's being deluged by the darkness. She just has to close her mouth and hope none of it goes in her nose! Fortunately, with a pact this tentative Evja can't feel much of her emotions, because they're running hot in contrast to her cold powers. The dark fluid drags her down, threatening to fill her with despair and creep into her heart. But Shiki knows her allies are there- so long as she has the shard seekers to watch her back, she won't lose to the Heartless! She grasps her Sexy + pin and uses her telekinesis, throwing the fluid off of herself. She swings it around and freezes it solid, before trying to stab it into whatever core it has! She reaches and stabs it with fallen branches, bones- whatever she can attach a sharp frozen end to! She's gonna pincushion it!

:'''[[Zia]] has posed:''' The sudden arrival of a floating werewolf draws a puzzled expression from the white gargoyle, who can't help but chuckle at him, even if this really isn't a time for laughter. It felt like home, fighting like this among the other Shard Seekers. They'd taught her how to be strong enough to fight in the first place. The power of the Heartless slams into her a moment later, driving the gargoyle back against the tree and knocking some of the air out of her lungs. The darkness of the Heartless radiates with the darkness in her own heart, causing her eyes to flash briefly red before she pulls herself from those darker emotions. One hand against her chest, she pushes air back into her lungs, and then settles herself, preparing for a counter-attack. Though, all of her magical abilities are put to shame by the sight of one seriously pissed off Chocobo. "Remind me no' te get on the bad side of one of those." Zia coughs. Tough the Heartless might seem an immovable object, she tries anyways, summoning wind and lightning a second time, hoping that they might be able to blast the thing about now that it was weakened.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' Skoll sails across the Heartless' dark blobs, now and again touching one with a small light-barrier in his fingers. An instinctive reaction more than intended elemental choice. The werewolf ends up bounding through the air until he lands right next to Zia, touching her shoulder with a hand. "Are you alright?" He whispers to her, before looking out ahead. Zia gets back up and has begun to charge her own magic, so he guesses she's still doing fine. "Will do." He does note in regards to not getting on the bad side of the heartless blob, and then rushes forwards right through Zia's blast. A series of chains come up around him to protect him from Zia's abilities and guides the lightning... Soon enough, Skoll is a giant running rollcage of LIGHTNING, attempting to slam the hell out of that heartless! Lightning-charged cage-punch after punch!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' The force of everyone's attacks are clearly making an impact on the heartless. It almost seems to be in pain, she's not even sure the Heartless can truly feel such. Either way it seems they are laying into it pretty hard and this is good. The sooner there's one less of these things in the world? So much the better, right? Deelel has been lucky she has avoided any further fallow up attacks from it and it's giving her some time to prepare she moves again getting a good perch even as her friends move in. She keeps tabs on Shiki's moves and somehow endure the whole ordeal and stats righting back with her mind. Once Shiki is clear Deelel is making her move now, the basic bounds along following up the icy assault even as Zia adds the force of the wind and lighting to mix and it's not long before Skoll unleashes everything he has and just as he's ripping into it from one side Deelel will hit the other. "We are not losing anyone to this, you hear me creature?" She strikes with her disc several times attempting to just hack her way through the thing as much as she can manage.

:'''[[Lily]] has posed:''' Once again Lily takes a huge beating. The tendrils batter her like a smith's hammer on an anvil, some of the lashes striking hard enough that bones sound like they might be cracking a little, though not quite snapping them. Lily does what anyone in her position would probably do, as she slams into the ground and almost breaks in two. She screams. At the absolute top of her lungs. A scream of purest pain. With anger boiling over she stomps to her feet, fighting the pain, and extends a bloodied arm. "BURN TO ASHES." The mage girl exclaims demandingly, letting that violent anger boil up. Instead of a random explosion and blaze going everywhere, this time that blazing anger's channeled-- at first red, then orange, then yellow flames burst around the girl, gathering around her outstretched arm and compressing just before her palm as she opens it, fingers pointed upwards. The winds are terrifying for those few brief moments... and as Lily finishes her magical work, the flames reach a final, intense shade of all-consuming blue-white. All at once, that energy's unleashed! A roiling, swirling pillar traverses the land, turning a trench in its path to molten glass and setting off small fires. The fire's wider than Lily is tall, but not by much. It strikes more like a hammer than true flames, but that's magic for you!

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' The combination attack of Shiki trying to core-stab the creature with Zia summoning wind and lightning once again and Skoll using some manner of lightning-based attack as well Deelel repeatedly beating on it, FINALLY manages to force it into the air! The heartless, which had previously been pretty stable, is off-center. Not to mention it's taking a beating enough from the various attacks that the body finally begins to bubble and dissolve. Then out of nowhere Lily unleashes Hell and Brimstone on this thing and sends it straight to purgatory! And without much warning... phbttttt, a sound effect occurs and all of the air in the bubble heartless just squeaks out like a rancid burp before it deflates and vanishes into nothingness. Victory! Meanwhile, the resident Judge seems to have taken a beating from that last attack by the heartless. Being rather weak to elementally-tinted attacks and not having any armor on certainly didn't help anything. He's conscious, perhaps, but not doing much at the moment as he's rather slumped at the base of that magical-looking tree. As chance would have it, next to him is a clump of particularly juicy-looking Mountain Firebud Lilypads, going by what the book calls them.

:'''[[Zia]] has posed:''' Well, just at that moment, Zia couldn't have really responded much to Skoll other than a nod as she had to put some effort into being able to breathe, but at least the thought is there. It isn't until after the monster is taken down that she seems to be able to fully catch her breath, hopping down from the tree to land near Evja. "Ah'm afraid healin is beyond my abilities, lad, but ye look like ye'll live." It's a guess, of course. "Looks like we found some of her lilypads, though." The gargoyle notes, and seeing that he's in no shape to take care of that, she gathers some of them into one of the pouches at her side. "Skoll, ye think ye might be able te get the rabbit on his mount? We're goin te need te get everyone back te the inn for some medical attention." Which means the magic of paying a bit of munny and going to sleep and suddenly being at full HP the next day. Inns are wonderful that way.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel sees that the heartless is finished and she flips away before it goes up. One can never know how these things will die, so she's getting the heck away and this proves to be good for her. As here comes Lily just dropping doomsday upon the heartless. She lands a bit away looking a bit worse for aware but is a lot better off than some of the others. "I'm lucky I know how to clean out a wound for someone from this world I can't do more I'm afraid." She does notice the Lily pads however seeming pleased with this. "We best get going to recover. I should be fine soon enough, so long as it doesn't voxel me it's not that bad. Your right though Zia, let's gather everyone up along with the pads and get going."

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' Manhandling a rabbit onto a bird? I can do that." Skoll answers Zia slyly, and kneels down next to Evja. He then draws his arms underneath him and pulls him up close to his chest. Like a knight who is carrying a princess. "Let's get you onto your steed." Skoll comments idly and proceeds to show off his strength by carefully setting the Viera down onto Senra. "So why did you call your Chocobo 'that' anyhow? I assume it has nothing to do with everyone's favorite Burmecian?"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Half in pain and entirely grateful, he blinks at the question and replies, "I... had never taken the time to name him. I thought it would embarrass Faruja if I was... riding him everywhere. It was a joke that stuck." a soft laugh came at that point before Evja said a soft, "I'm sorry that all of you got hurt. I was stupid to go ahead for it."

Deelel

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Jetfire99: /* Enemies */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Deelel
|age=400+ cycles
|image=Deelel in the future.png
|species=Basic (Program)
|sex=Female
|height=5 7
|weight=Error 404 information not found.
|series=Tron
|styles=Dancer
|hometown=Encom Mainframe
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Shard Seekers
|occupation=Artist/Game Gladiator
|quote=Greetings program, I have a question for you. How well can you play the games?
}}
Deelel is a program from Dataspace, who appears to be some sort of media editing program. However due to the state of the grid she's ended up roped into the games there held at times. She's fairly friendly for someone who is been forced into blood sport to the death. She oddly a very strong believer in the existence of the Users and this may be why MCP targeted her in the first place. She's curious about the system at large which she'd never have been able to explore, as well as the so called user world beyond even that. However, she often has trouble understanding things from the 'user' space, and the more chaotic nature of the world outside her own is quite baffling to the program. Deelel is a dangerous and agile combatant, able to endure a surprising amount of damage. She's a professional with her ID disk, which is a thrown weapon that also contains a good deal of data on her and her system ID. Also, she's quite the adept pilot with vehicles, given that some of the gladiatorial combats involved them quite heavily.

= Relationships =
===Friends===
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! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
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|[[Yurita]]||Friend||"You helped me escape from the gaming pits along with the others there. I owe you a debt I mean to repay my friend.
|-
|[[Faruja Senra]]||Comrade||"You took a hit for me that could have been fatal, you proven that there are users who care about us as much they do themsevles."
|-
|Sara-42||Awe|| I know your out there I know the darkness likely has you but I'm coming I promise you. You made me, what else I can do but come for you?
|-
|[[Isaac Hanlon]]||Friend|| A user who makes music, knows what computers are and wants to work with me to make music?! THIS WILL BE AMAZING!
|-
|[[Lily]]|| Friend || "Your garden is impressive it's art in a way I could have never thought of before."
|-
|[[TRON]]||Friend||"You have lived up to the stories and the faith we have put in you. I'm glad I was right, Tron does indeed Live."
|-
|[[Mercade Alexander]]|| Friend || "You have helped keep us all together in the goal of restoring Manhattan. You also seem to almost be a Search Program in how far you go to find the truth.
|-
|[[Percival]] || Friend || "You seem to mean well but you also seem to be damage, how could a user even a non human one be damaged in such a way?"
|-
|[[Beck]] || Friend || "It's nice not being the only one from Argon, but seriously? You need to check where you get laser parts."
|-
|[[Avira]] || Friend || "You really have stuck with TRON and I haven't you. I'm fortunate to have you as a friend, still? Why did your mother give you one of my people's names?"
|-
|[[Maira]] || Friend || "I don't think you'll ever quite get what I am but that's all right. I just hope I can properly show you my home now."
|-
|[[Paulo Mysidi]] || Friend || "Mage or should I say sage? You seem to not live up to what most users would think of one of your kinds. You clearly like to go learn things first hand."
|-

|}

===Acquaintances===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-

|[[CADUCEUS]]||Neutral || Another program almost as old as CHIEF seems to be a medic and has expanded to handle medical aid for user as well. He seems all right.
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]|| Comrade ||"He's not even fully complied but he's out there seeking adventre already and why do his eye glaze over when I explain basic things to him?"
|-
|[[Lenn]]|| Comrade ||"Not a combatant but a very brave healer willing to get into the tick of things to support others."
|-
|[[Sabin Rene Figaro]]|| Suprise ||"I didn't know users could fight without any weapons. How did you even do some of thsoe combative moves?!
|-
|[[Leida]]|| Concern ||"The Virus infestion you seems to have been removed I hope it stays as such but still I'm wary if it tries to size you again. I'll not let it get you."
|-
|[[Ivo Galvan]]|| Comrade || "You act very strangely around women, what's up with this?"
|-
|[[Shego]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Ron? Where sort of history do you two have?!"
|-
|[[Ron Stoppable]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Shego also you can tame user space grid bugs? Woah!"
|-
|[[Zeke]]|| Like || "You may not understand what I am but you have an open mind and are crazy about water...that's still kind of scary."
|-
|[[Brooklyn]]|| Like || "You are a strange user but you fight well, I have been honored to fight along side you in the Hades cup."
|-
|[[Ping]]|| Like || "You are quite the solider and have proven your self an ally, though do try to avoid getting set on fire."
|-
|[[Aurora]]|| Curious || "A low tech world may be where your from but you seem to be very good at catching on to things. I'm curious very curious about you."
|-
|[[Tigger]]|| Curious || "Bounce, Bounce, how does one bounce like that. An agent of chaos yet on the side of order. The Masked Defender is indeed strange.
|-
|[[Evja]]|| User Error || "I have no idea what's going on these days with you but you seem far more stable now."
|-
|[[Arthur Drover]] || Acquaintance || "An interesting man with a family and a very curious job."
|-
|[[Blackbird]]|| Acquaintance || "Strange lady even for a user, she also sometimes looks at things rather funny. She does want to help but some times she seems a bit out of it..."
|-
|}

===Enemies===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-
|[[LEXUS]]|| Fear ||"He's become more than just a grid virus, he's somehow merged with that which powers the heartless. He's something too terrible to think upon for long."
|-
|[[CHIEF]]|| BSOD ||"He's been repurposed time and time again, it's no wonder he's broken yet how does he function. It seems he's starting to get better. Someone has managed to repair some of his code. But who?"
|-
|[[MCP]]|| Disgust ||"How many have been consumed or Drezzed because of you?! You used me to threaten the users. I'll not let this stand."
|-
|[[SARK]]|| Hate ||"You made me derezze others to stay alive, you enjoy watching other basics suffer at your hands. I will find you and make you answere for this."
|-
||[[Mozenrath]] || Respect || "You could back your mouth up I'm a bit shocked, you don't look the part. Still I'll not be forgetting your a major threat now."
|-
|[[Hades]] || Fatal Error || "A User's user is acting against us? How are we even going to deal with this?!"
|-
|[[Maleficent]] || Disgust || "You help to bring down worlds for your own ends and you dared to summon Clippy?! You are a monster!"
|-
|[[CLU2]] || Anger || "CLU2 what have you done? Clu what have you done to us all?!"
|-
|}

= Logs =
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= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Deelel

2013-08-08T23:20:56Z

Jetfire99: /* Relationships */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Deelel
|age=400+ cycles
|image=Deelel in the future.png
|species=Basic (Program)
|sex=Female
|height=5 7
|weight=Error 404 information not found.
|series=Tron
|styles=Dancer
|hometown=Encom Mainframe
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Shard Seekers
|occupation=Artist/Game Gladiator
|quote=Greetings program, I have a question for you. How well can you play the games?
}}
Deelel is a program from Dataspace, who appears to be some sort of media editing program. However due to the state of the grid she's ended up roped into the games there held at times. She's fairly friendly for someone who is been forced into blood sport to the death. She oddly a very strong believer in the existence of the Users and this may be why MCP targeted her in the first place. She's curious about the system at large which she'd never have been able to explore, as well as the so called user world beyond even that. However, she often has trouble understanding things from the 'user' space, and the more chaotic nature of the world outside her own is quite baffling to the program. Deelel is a dangerous and agile combatant, able to endure a surprising amount of damage. She's a professional with her ID disk, which is a thrown weapon that also contains a good deal of data on her and her system ID. Also, she's quite the adept pilot with vehicles, given that some of the gladiatorial combats involved them quite heavily.

= Relationships =
===Friends===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Yurita]]||Friend||"You helped me escape from the gaming pits along with the others there. I owe you a debt I mean to repay my friend.
|-
|[[Faruja Senra]]||Comrade||"You took a hit for me that could have been fatal, you proven that there are users who care about us as much they do themsevles."
|-
|Sara-42||Awe|| I know your out there I know the darkness likely has you but I'm coming I promise you. You made me, what else I can do but come for you?
|-
|[[Isaac Hanlon]]||Friend|| A user who makes music, knows what computers are and wants to work with me to make music?! THIS WILL BE AMAZING!
|-
|[[Lily]]|| Friend || "Your garden is impressive it's art in a way I could have never thought of before."
|-
|[[TRON]]||Friend||"You have lived up to the stories and the faith we have put in you. I'm glad I was right, Tron does indeed Live."
|-
|[[Mercade Alexander]]|| Friend || "You have helped keep us all together in the goal of restoring Manhattan. You also seem to almost be a Search Program in how far you go to find the truth.
|-
|[[Percival]] || Friend || "You seem to mean well but you also seem to be damage, how could a user even a non human one be damaged in such a way?"
|-
|[[Beck]] || Friend || "It's nice not being the only one from Argon, but seriously? You need to check where you get laser parts."
|-
|[[Avira]] || Friend || "You really have stuck with TRON and I haven't you. I'm fortunate to have you as a friend, still? Why did your mother give you one of my people's names?"
|-
|[[Maira]] || Friend || "I don't think you'll ever quite get what I am but that's all right. I just hope I can properly show you my home now."
|-
|[[Paulo Mysidi]] || Friend || "Mage or should I say sage? You seem to not live up to what most users would think of one of your kinds. You clearly like to go learn things first hand."
|-

|}

===Acquaintances===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-

|[[CADUCEUS]]||Neutral || Another program almost as old as CHIEF seems to be a medic and has expanded to handle medical aid for user as well. He seems all right.
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]|| Comrade ||"He's not even fully complied but he's out there seeking adventre already and why do his eye glaze over when I explain basic things to him?"
|-
|[[Lenn]]|| Comrade ||"Not a combatant but a very brave healer willing to get into the tick of things to support others."
|-
|[[Sabin Rene Figaro]]|| Suprise ||"I didn't know users could fight without any weapons. How did you even do some of thsoe combative moves?!
|-
|[[Leida]]|| Concern ||"The Virus infestion you seems to have been removed I hope it stays as such but still I'm wary if it tries to size you again. I'll not let it get you."
|-
|[[Ivo Galvan]]|| Comrade || "You act very strangely around women, what's up with this?"
|-
|[[Shego]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Ron? Where sort of history do you two have?!"
|-
|[[Ron Stoppable]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Shego also you can tame user space grid bugs? Woah!"
|-
|[[Zeke]]|| Like || "You may not understand what I am but you have an open mind and are crazy about water...that's still kind of scary."
|-
|[[Brooklyn]]|| Like || "You are a strange user but you fight well, I have been honored to fight along side you in the Hades cup."
|-
|[[Ping]]|| Like || "You are quite the solider and have proven your self an ally, though do try to avoid getting set on fire."
|-
|[[Aurora]]|| Curious || "A low tech world may be where your from but you seem to be very good at catching on to things. I'm curious very curious about you."
|-
|[[Tigger]]|| Curious || "Bounce, Bounce, how does one bounce like that. An agent of chaos yet on the side of order. The Masked Defender is indeed strange.
|-
|[[Evja]]|| User Error || "I have no idea what's going on these days with you but you seem far more stable now."
|-
|[[Arthur Drover]] || Acquaintance || "An interesting man with a family and a very curious job."
|-
|[[Blackbird]]|| Acquaintance || "Strange lady even for a user, she also sometimes looks at things rather funny. She does want to help but some times she seems a bit out of it..."
|-
|}

===Enemies===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-
|[[LEXUS]]|| Fear ||"He's become more than just a grid virus, he's somehow merged with that which powers the heartless. He's something too terrible to think upon for long."
|-
|[[CHIEF]]|| BSOD ||"He's been repurposed time and time again, it's no wonder he's broken yet how does he function. It seems he's starting to get better. Someone has managed to repair some of his code. But who?"
|-
|[[MCP]]|| Disgust ||"How many have been consumed or Drezzed because of you?! You used me to threaten the users. I'll not let this stand."
|-
|[[SARK]]|| Hate ||"You made me derezze others to stay alive, you enjoy watching other basics suffer at your hands. I will find you and make you answere for this."
|-
||[[Mozenrath]] || Respect || "You could back your mouth up I'm a bit shocked, you don't look the part. Still I'll not be forgetting your a major threat now."
|-
|[[Hades]] || Fatal Error || "A User's user is acting against us? How are we even going to deal with this?!"
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Deelel

2013-08-08T23:11:30Z

Jetfire99: /* Relationships */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Deelel
|age=400+ cycles
|image=Deelel in the future.png
|species=Basic (Program)
|sex=Female
|height=5 7
|weight=Error 404 information not found.
|series=Tron
|styles=Dancer
|hometown=Encom Mainframe
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Shard Seekers
|occupation=Artist/Game Gladiator
|quote=Greetings program, I have a question for you. How well can you play the games?
}}
Deelel is a program from Dataspace, who appears to be some sort of media editing program. However due to the state of the grid she's ended up roped into the games there held at times. She's fairly friendly for someone who is been forced into blood sport to the death. She oddly a very strong believer in the existence of the Users and this may be why MCP targeted her in the first place. She's curious about the system at large which she'd never have been able to explore, as well as the so called user world beyond even that. However, she often has trouble understanding things from the 'user' space, and the more chaotic nature of the world outside her own is quite baffling to the program. Deelel is a dangerous and agile combatant, able to endure a surprising amount of damage. She's a professional with her ID disk, which is a thrown weapon that also contains a good deal of data on her and her system ID. Also, she's quite the adept pilot with vehicles, given that some of the gladiatorial combats involved them quite heavily.

= Relationships =
===Friends===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Yurita]]||Friend||"You helped me escape from the gaming pits along with the others there. I owe you a debt I mean to repay my friend.
|-
|[[Faruja Senra]]||Comrade||"You took a hit for me that could have been fatal, you proven that there are users who care about us as much they do themsevles."
|-
|Sara-42||Awe|| I know your out there I know the darkness likely has you but I'm coming I promise you. You made me, what else I can do but come for you?
|-
|[[Isaac Hanlon]]||Friend|| A user who makes music, knows what computers are and wants to work with me to make music?! THIS WILL BE AMAZING!
|-
|[[Lily]]|| Friend || "Your garden is impressive it's art in a way I could have never thought of before."
|-
|[[TRON]]||Friend||"You have lived up to the stories and the faith we have put in you. I'm glad I was right, Tron does indeed Live."
|-
|[[Mercade Alexander]]|| Friend || "You have helped keep us all together in the goal of restoring Manhattan. You also seem to almost be a Search Program in how far you go to find the truth.
|-
|[[Percival]] || Friend || "You seem to mean well but you also seem to be damage, how could a user even a non human one be damaged in such a way?"
|-
|[[Beck]] || Friend || "It's nice not being the only one from Argon, but seriously? You need to check where you get laser parts."
|-
|[[Avira]] || Friend || "You really have stuck with TRON and I haven't you. I'm fortunate to have you as a friend, still? Why did your mother give you one of my people's names?"
|-
|[[Maira]] || Friend || "I don't think you'll ever quite get what I am but that's all right. I just hope I can properly show you my home now."
|-
|[[Paulo Mysidi]] || Friend || "Mage or should I say sage? You seem to not live up to what most users would think of one of your kinds. You clearly like to go learn things first hand."
|-

|}

===Acquaintances===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-

|[[CADUCEUS]]||Neutral || Another program almost as old as CHIEF seems to be a medic and has expanded to handle medical aid for user as well. He seems all right.
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]|| Comrade ||"He's not even fully complied but he's out there seeking adventre already and why do his eye glaze over when I explain basic things to him?"
|-
|[[Lenn]]|| Comrade ||"Not a combatant but a very brave healer willing to get into the tick of things to support others."
|-
|[[Sabin Rene Figaro]]|| Suprise ||"I didn't know users could fight without any weapons. How did you even do some of thsoe combative moves?!
|-
|[[Leida]]|| Concern ||"The Virus infestion you seems to have been removed I hope it stays as such but still I'm wary if it tries to size you again. I'll not let it get you."
|-
|[[Ivo Galvan]]|| Comrade || "You act very strangely around women, what's up with this?"
|-
|[[Shego]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Ron? Where sort of history do you two have?!"
|-
|[[Ron Stoppable]]|| Uncertain || "Just what even happened there in town with Shego also you can tame user space grid bugs? Woah!"
|-
|[[Zeke]]|| Like || "You may not understand what I am but you have an open mind and are crazy about water...that's still kind of scary."
|-
|[[Brooklyn]]|| Like || "You are a strange user but you fight well, I have been honored to fight along side you in the Hades cup."
|-
|[[Ping]]|| Like || "You are quite the solider and have proven your self an ally, though do try to avoid getting set on fire."
|-
|[[Aurora]]|| Curious || "A low tech world may be where your from but you seem to be very good at catching on to things. I'm curious very curious about you."
|-
|[[Tigger]]|| Curious || "Bounce, Bounce, how does one bounce like that. An agent of chaos yet on the side of order. The Masked Defender is indeed strange.
|-
|}

===Enemies===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="100" | Status
! scope="col" width="500" | Thoughts
|-
|[[LEXUS]]|| Fear ||"He's become more than just a grid virus, he's somehow merged with that which powers the heartless. He's something too terrible to think upon for long."
|-
|[[CHIEF]]|| BSOD ||"He's been repurposed time and time again, it's no wonder he's broken yet how does he function. It seems he's starting to get better. Someone has managed to repair some of his code. But who?"
|-
|[[MCP]]|| Disgust ||"How many have been consumed or Drezzed because of you?! You used me to threaten the users. I'll not let this stand."
|-
|[[SARK]]|| Hate ||"You made me derezze others to stay alive, you enjoy watching other basics suffer at your hands. I will find you and make you answere for this."
|-
|[[Evja]]|| User Error || "Keep away from the Grid, I fear what damage you could do to my kind."
|-
||[[Mozenrath]] || Respect || "You could back your mouth up I'm a bit shocked, you don't look the part. Still I'll not be forgetting your a major threat now."
|-
|[[Hades]] || Fatal Error || "A User's user is acting against us? How are we even going to deal with this?!"
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Welcome Home

2013-08-08T18:03:54Z

Jetfire99: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2013/08/07 |Location=Flynn OS - Purgos |Synopsis=After a heck of a joyride across the Flynn OS the band of basics and their user friends have some ..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/08/07
|Location=Flynn OS - Purgos
|Synopsis=After a heck of a joyride across the Flynn OS the band of basics and their user friends have some time to rest, thanks for a siren named Aurora. She's put the whole party up, got them suits and most importantly ID discs. Beck also requests that Deelel sheepdog the users to keep them out of too much trouble.
|Cast of Characters=Deelel, Blackbird, Beck, Paulo Mysidi, Arthur Drover
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel she notices the Siren, Beck has found, this is stroke of luck, they get hopefully get legit discs from this. She knows it may cost a good bit but she's willing to pay. Given you can't put a price tag on helpng to keep your friends heads intact, right? Faruja's comments get a grin behind her faceplate as she's leaned into by Faruja nad he makes her compliment. She seems in a good mood as she shuffles after the groups. The Siren gets a look over for a short moment. "I am in your debt Aurora." She's relaxing now and just looking about the place and the others a she tilts her head. "Even before I got lost? This was not a spot that security liked to go if it didn't have to. It's the bad part of town more or less." her helmet snaps back from where it came as did her cloak, she just kinda flops down. "As for energy I'll see about getting us some tanks of it, it should be easy enough."

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi classes up! Down? He changes classes either way. Surprisingly he gets to keep robes. When he looks at his disc he starts to read it off, "Index Program. Chronical of... oh, thats pretty easy. I do that already." Really-- this kiddo is a scribe? Hard to believe. He shrugs-- checking out the new duds, "So this is your 'native' world, Deelel?"

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird took a deep breath and exhaled. "Miss Deelel. Can you help me test a hypothosis? I need something you would use to gather energy in." Soft voice, Quiet. The only explaination or clue she gave on What she wanted to try was an upraised hand with small smparks playing between her fingers.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Then Arthur realises there is no where to go. "Oh, alright." he reaches into his satchels and pulls out a few more lengths of cord, and what looks like a flute. Aloud, he says: "In the world we came from, I can tune a magical core to go off for the right note. Here, I don't know how it will work." He blows on the pipe, and what comes out is a high skinny chiptune wail. "Damn it."

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The Siren gives those a smile, before she passes by Beck and makes her way down the steps easily. The Renegade however remains in his suit and his helm up. He doesn't seem to be swapping from the TRON look and he is content to just lean against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He doesn't have much to say, but he is glad everyone made it here in one piece.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks at Paulo as she seems to relax a little bit as she seems rather amused and she nods at Paulo's question. "Native world and city actually. I'm from Argon, it's been a very long time since I been home. As for what It think your up to I can process what you fuel on so I assume the latter is possible. Just give me a bit. Even if this is the underbelly of Argon? It's still good to be back." She leans back and seems relaxed, she's home she's in a world where she understands how everything works the endless night of it is oddly comforting to her not that she hates the sun. "Also there is no sun in this world, why do you think we glow? So let me properly introduce myself I'm Deelel I'm a multi media program. I was made to make art and music more or less." She taps the wall near her and smiles it sounded right, the User's world was not a terrible place but there's always be that underlay of alien to her. Even if she's come to love it and still be very wondered eyed at the whole place, she mutters doesn't have any musical tools on her. "I also need to pick up so much replacement hardware. But here look at me you must all have questions."

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi wonders-- rather thoughtfully, "Hey Arthur-- are your wife and kids alright with this? I mean-- won't they be worried?" Yes, Paulo has a sensitive side. A deep, caring-- probably about to be ruined by his next statement-- side to him. "Magic," explains Paulo to Deelel, "Magic is... more than just an unexplainable phenomenom. I saw that in one of your texts, by the way. I find it so odd that a place like this, which is insistent on the enforcement of order, can't accept the 'will of many and of one' into its heart." Does it even have a heart?

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' The older man, now somewhat satisfied with the "safing out" of the area, moves next to Beck and slumps, elbows-first forward. "You're going to be old before your time, lad." The flute is laid across his lap, and Arthur is counting entrances and exits to the square - eyes out for a sign of red. Deelel offers to answer questions, and as Beck seems to have more to ask than answer: "Where can a man get a stiff drink." He holds up his own canteen, which sloshes. "Finest liquor, once, now it glows unpleasantly." The older warrior pauses a moment to inspect the "programs", with his business eye rather than his lazy eye. "A burden on both of ye, yes. I don't mind seeing it through. Neither of ye are seasoned warriors, nor even survivalists, I think. But you're not lazy and you know your home turf, fair." He offers the flask to Beck, figuring whatever digital mixture sloshes within would fit the Renegade's system better than the forgemaster's. "Paulo lad, we're all worried about each other just now. Would I be doing right by her if I ran home? She'd ask who I was with and give me a right hiding if I left you pups alone. Besides, do you really think we're that far away?" Arthur pauses as Paulo gives an explanation of how he feels about magic, and the glance Arthur returns is somewhat pointed. A hand dips into his pocket, the other on the flute that could detonate this whole square with the right note. He yanks out the picture, and opens it up. It has been much folded, washed, sat upon, creased. He unfolds it further to reveal the boy and the girl grasping their mother's skirts. Red hair, a nimble litheness, her mane dishevelled and falling far down her back. "Distance is an illusion lovers use to make themselves feel tragic and misunderstood. Worrying is for people who believe in the illusion of temporal separation." The picture rests on his lap, and he looks down quietly. "How about you all, any family?"

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' "I'll be worried for them then," offers Paulo. Quite noble. Its at least sincere. He did leave recipes for cookies for the misses and the kids. But in a mature stance, the new-index program nods his head. "You're likely right. Thats why you are old." Broad grin on his face now. The young sage paces about-- still getting used to the new environment. No sun. Thats going to irk on Paulo for too long. "Hmm? Me? Yes. Kind of." He /is/ proud of his family. Its rare he doesnt announce himself as 'Paulo Mysidi, of the family Mysidi'. "Im not sure where they are right now."

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The Forgemaster then hands the flask to the Renegade and he places his hand up. Shaking his head gently. He still as that visor up. "No thanks. I am alright for now." He then crosses his arms over his chest. "Besides, you guys may be here for a day or two." Yes, he learned user terms. ".. though you will need to probably be taught a few terms from our world. But don't worry. I plan to talk with some people and see if I can get a network line out here from the Arcade so most people can avoid trouble." "At least with you guys having discs now, you may be less likely picked on by CLU's forces."

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird looked over at Beck, then Aurora, and finally Deelel. "I don't know what i can learn while we're holed up here but I don't want to have to rely on magifc to be useful. What I need other than a corner to sit down at, is study material. Basics." She shrugged helplessly. "If nothing else I'd love to know how to do a teardown and rebuild on those cycles." She hefted the baton she'd used earlier. "Seems like a useful job skill. I figure I did code for ENCOM for awhile. Maybe some of that would be useful here if i can get a good frame of referrence."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "That is the nature of this world, we are born for a purpose, as I said. We know our role and are generally happy with it, still things did used to be more free it's become quite clamped down. Even then we are ruled by our creator, but my information's out of date. TRON would know more." She smirks at the mentioning of old and she laughs, she can?t help but do so so. "Energy, that's the only food here, well it can be mixed in various ways sure but what's what it is when you get down to it. We don't hunt grid bugs for power. As for fighting I had to learn to fight to survive honestly, SARK threw me in the gaming pits when he goons caught me. We don't have ... family in the same sense that you might think of it. I still understand the concept well enough, though. Yes, your going to need the learn the local slang. Now if you excuse me I'm going to get you something." Deelel gets up to what looks like a kitchen and she'll comes back with a platter with glasses full of a glowing liquid of some sort. "It's just straight but hey it will do." She hands out the glasses and keeps one for her self, she looks at it like someone whose not seen proper food and is trying to not just inhale it. the drinks are harmless they will taste really good quite enjoyable really and perhaps feel a bit thicker than water. She looks right at Blackbird and says flat out at her almost sounding slightly hostile. "You want to do what to /us/ Basics?!"

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi takes the drink and downs it slowly at first-- then quickly. Yum! "Relax, Deelel. We've been through a lot today. Im pretty sure she just wants to get the 'basics' of something down. You know, fundamentals." Looking to Blackbird the charismatic (self-proclaimed, of course) sage looks to validate that, "Right?"

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The Renegade watches Deelel for a bit, before he scuffs his heel across the ground as he just stood there. He then tilted his head as Blackbird speaks up. He doesn't really say much instead just seeming to look at her. Blackbird's own face seeming reflected in his dark visor as he just stares. "..I-- have to agree with Paulo. I doubt Blackbird meant trying to find out how to do what Kevin does. Not that someone could do what Kevin did.." He says softly to himself. "..besides for anyone to do that beyond Kevin would take proper permission sets, which no one has."

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird took a deep breath. She had no knowledge of the history and bad juju going on. "I want to Learn how to do things here. Fix Things, objects, or if my skills go more towards fixing people.. That. I know basic first aid back home but i've seen you get hurt. You getting hurt and me getting hurt do two different things andi want options that anr'et 'hope i can magic up a solution." Her tone never raised and was quite calm. "You people are risking quite a bit to help us. I want to try, in return, being more useful. Outside I could use my magic to heat things, Charge things. I was thinking maybe i could use that to create Energy or... whatever this stuff is. " She swirled the liquid in her glass around. "I'm not talking sudo make me a sandwich jedi voodoo. i"m tlking basic error correction and streamlining. Surely it foesn't take advanced permissions for that. Otherwise hell any system would get bogged down from instructions transposing wrong."

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' "Lass, my curiosity also burns aflame, but I had the good sense not to turn to people of artifice - who by their nature must feel vulnerable to forces outside their control, considerin' the world they're in - and reveal my curiosity and fervent intellectual desire. Have some tact." He sips from his own flask, and coughs. Apparently the liquid maintained its ability to fuel a combustion engine, through the transit. He breathes out deeply. "There is a wholistic, human aspect to machines-as-a-living-thing which I think is lost on ye." He's smiling, but the rebuke has forge-tones of brass and iron amid the smile. He adds: "Paulo, I know you're young, but keep the magic to a minimum. Tonight, you should scout around for a spot to bolt down, unless our hosts can suggest one." Apologetically, Arthur adds to Deelel: "I had the designs for a better weapon for you miss, honestly. It just seems we'll have to wait a bit. I got the harpy wings last week. It bounces, like yours do." He indicates the identity discs, passively soaking in the environment for the moment.

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi points defiantly-- almost comically to Arthur. Challenge accepted! He exclaims proudly, "I can do more than magic, you crazy old man." He can.

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The Renegade goes back to his silence, before he at last kicks off the wall and then decides to stretch his arms above his head. He then starts to walk around the room a bit. Stretching his legs perhaps.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel takes a deep breath and then says "We are easily altered compared to you, and our kind are known as basics. We're people is that not enough my friend? I'm not lying put it this way a few strokes on a keyboard and ... everything could change. " she seems to have calmed a fair bit down at this point, she slumps again cradling her drink just sipping at it, trying to enjoy this first glass of what she sees as proper food. "I am sorry, it's just traveling your world has made me understand just how ... malleable I am." She accepts it but the fear is there she can just over come it right? "Kevin...Flynn." she says the name with about the same level of reverence Faruja might speak of his god, or Deelel speaks of her own user. "Oh so figure out how to make things, is see. I know mechanics but I have no idea if they are alive or the state of the garage right now. That will be scouting for later. Oh you did Arthur? That's good news and perfect it will work well when using my disc isn't the wisest of options." Hell no cybugs eating half her soul, seriously that would be so darn bad.

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird frowned at Deelel explaining things. "I don't want to make you or anyone else here Do Things. I just... You've seen medics, mechanics. Hell i gotta have a job here." She jerked a thumb in Aurora's general direction. "She seems to have been busy and it seems 'strays' are an issue, and if she's taking time out of her day... cycle... whatever then it'd be better if she had at least some part-time help ya?"

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi looks between Deelel and Blackbird. Blackbird and Deelel. "You know what would fix this? Cotton candy. Is there cotton candy in digitalville?"

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' "A certain amount of institutional distrust of us is a given. Had we a kernel that could be modified, we would distrust anyone who wanted to, no matter how benevolent. Think of all the evil mind control and sorcerers of our legends, the fear of othering, of being made other than. Might be wisest to let them do their own help." But Arthur's words of caution are somewhat distracted. In his hands, he is weaving the silvery string together. The resulting braid is a many-layered cross. He sets it down in front of him. A few notes and it sparks to life. "Artifice always has a mind of its own, machines are always alive." Like feathers, wisps of flame and spark rise up from the grid "floor" radiating a hearty warmth as if those standing near enough had imbibed warm soup. "Paulo, give me a little wind here." Arthur takes some digital scrap - offloaded bits of programs, shards of something metallic. He pours it into an energy shake container he'd found. It seems enough like metal. Nearby, he has something a bit squishier - a piece of digital ground? A scrap of clothing? He's woven together a crude mold. "Did you know you can make hot tea in a paper bag without spilling any?"

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird headshake. "I kinda don't think so." She reached into her coat and pulled out a couple power bars and frowned. "Damn. All out of payday." Then mention of tea is made causing her to visibly perk. "Well they had to make tea somehow before self contained filters. God bless the chineese for figuring out that wonderful drink. Pity the british were so.... lopsided in trade agreements. Ah well History." Shrug. She offered Paulo an energy bar. "Usually I'm like a walking candy store but a week fighting cy-bugs has kinda left me running on empty. Sorry dood."

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' "Oh now you want my magic," Paulo smirks-- motioning his hand and generating just enough wind to fit the bill. "Don't you have to line it with oil or some such?" he asks. He takes the candy bar and bites into it without warning. Then as he munches, he opens up some of his robes (no Paulo! dont do it) to show one of his inner vests that are lined with sweet snacks, "No worries. More interested on getting you and D to hug it out."

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird chuckled. "Let's just say foot in mouth and be well with that. I want to help. I'm accidentilly stomping over a bunch of sore history and revelations that suck." She shrugged. "If Miss ?Aurora would like to have me on as an assistant I wouldn't mind. I've a feeling things will pick up here and if she's this sympathetic to everyone I don't want her geting so overworked she's wound down to flat nothing." She offered Paulo a hand. "Elixabeth Crowly, but call me Blackbird, please. Everyone does and has since dad had me scootching through the last of the BBS's way back when."

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur Drover says, "I'm not making tea, miss, I'm illustrating a principle. If you use care you can coax more out of your materials. If you love something, anyway. And what serves a momentary, fleeting purpose, can yet be beautiful." It perhaps should not be possible, but the data /pours/. It is faintly teal, the color adopted by Arthur since getting his data disk, and it glows. It pours into what seems at first glance to be a random assortment of trash pushed together, but it forms the shape of a blade. "No one around here uses cutting weapons, I can say as I see why. But as I understand it... " Arthur pauses, the digital "heat" radiating over his hands. "I am not doing this, not really. We are not able to understand your world, we're just seeing things. But our actions "make sense" to the overriding logic of this place. It knows what we intend and translates our actions." He plunges his hand downward, grabs the "molten" handle of the data construct. "This is not true, but it is a very good lie. It makes sense. And that means that what I was elsewhere, I still am here..." He pushes the material into the energy shake cup, and through the other side. The metal crackles under his fingers as he applies intention and a bit of understanding - and heat and air like blades. "And there we have it." What he holds up is crude. Its edge has artifacts and digital grist, its handle is a metal drinks cup bent down, and it sheds a look of unsubtle wrongness. "The uncultured blade, laid bare in the dusklight of our glowing hosts." He grabs what looks like a whetstone from his pack. It has odd angles, glows from within, and has a digital readout. "Everyone thinks you sharpen a weapon edge like a kitchen knife, but for the sword or dagger, you whet away the edge first. Shape matters. Contour matters. Context matters. He's this sword, you know." Arthur points a foot at Beck then, but goes on sharpening. He's never comfortable without something in his hand. The fire dies down, and the smith sharpens a metaphor."

:'''[[Paulo Mysidi]] has posed:''' Paulo Mysidi takes Blackbird's hand with a healthy shake, "Paulo Mysidi, of the family Mysidi, sage. A pleasure to get to know you, Blackbird." With it all said and done, he even does a formal bow. Then the man stretches upwards. Yawn. "I think I'm going to go draw for a while." With that he finds a nice spot-- drawing out his book and starts to-- draw. He isnt sure if the tome even works in this place but there is only one way to find out.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel smirkss "Mechanic it is but I'm not one whose is whats' the term a gear head?" She does however start generating some music that's fairly popular from the Grid at least when she awas around last, ah there we go. Program club music away more ot less. "Well there are junkyards, that can be poked later. Might be the best place to get parts or machines we need, they are not watched normally. Candy? Faird not, and I never had this cotton candy, I thought cotton was for clothing." She just can't help but not a bit at Arthur, she thinks she gets what he's saying. At least she hopes so, and now she watches his work for a moments taring. "No I do not I'm afraid." She just sits back and she tilts her head a bit more as the users just talk. We use energy blades here, powered weapons."

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' Renegade glances over at the Forgemaster and cants his head slightly. Unsure why he was being pointed at. He had been walking around and not really-- well-- paying attention up until this point. There was allot on his mind right now. The Renegade then walks up to Deelel and tilts his head to the side, before he motions for her to follow him for a moment. He then walks into one of the side rooms, including picking up one of the cups off the table.

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird pulled her pistol out and a few tools to start taking it apart after sitting down crosslegged. "Is my jacket going to be too much of a standout here?" She never looked up from taking the gun apart. "I don't want to ditch it since it's sentimental. Plus I've had it for awhile and it's comfortable. Know what i mean?" She whistled a little as she worked, tested this and that, and frowned. "Pure mechanics here til you get to ignighting the primer in the cartridge. Probably that's where this thing doens't work without me channling through it."

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' "Good, then I will have a model once I see one. But if you're like us, there are all sorts of ways to make a blade. The edge of a sword is infinitely long." He begins working the dagger. "It's traditional on the eve of battle to forge a sword, and to finish it by daylight, if you're not to be among the fighters. A sword finished at dawn and handed to another will know what it is for. This is a poor sword, but I am away from home, so I hope you will not judge me. I'd like to see the blades you mention." He doesn't look up, the edge sends out sparks. "Miss Blackbird, come sit by the fire and warm my old bones with tales of how this place works from your perspective. Maybe you can illuminate things for me." He sighs as Paulo goes off to rest. At least the youngsters can keep watch. "Miss Program, you will understand before long. Take care of yourself." He does beckon Blackbird over, and make room for her as he works. The only sound is the rasp of something like steel on the edge of something like energy. A kind of hiss. He burnt his dagger in the fight, and Arthur is only as good as his tools. Without them, he can just about throw a punch. "Are you like me, thinking of all the things you would have brought if you'd known this would happen? And I may have seemed well armed, even. I was not." A pause. "Renegade. See if you can get me a map. And rest well, when you rest, if you rest." A knowing smile as Beck moves to depart, but it seems kindly enough amid the man's constant movement.

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' The Renegade pauses at the door. "..A map?" He turns to look at the Forgewielder. There was probably a hook to this he missed. Happens sometimes. "..what do you need a map for?"

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' "Because the difference between they and I is they know this place, and I do not. All planning begins with terrain level scouting. I survived a catoblepas attack once because I had a map." A pause. "I hid under it and he walked by me."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "I shall be right back." She catches Beck's nod as she steps out after him, she knows it's likely imporant, so she gets up anf follow him to see what he's needed. She will answer questions upon her return. She enters off into the room giving Beck a curious look.

:'''[[Blackbird]] has posed:''' Blackbird took a deep breath before picking up and moving to sit by Arthur. "How this place works." Deep breath. Deeeeep breath. "We're getting into a thing i"m trying to avoid since thinking too hard is going to make my brain melt. In my World this place is apparently all housed inside a box that you type things into that does things because people..." Frown. "This is not an accurate analogy but it's close. Think of it like this. People came in and wrote spells to run in a box so other people could do things with the box to make thier lives easier. We did not know that inside the box was another world full of people all it's own and now i"m wondering if that makes me a mass murderur for formatting my laptop's harddrive because I got aggrivated at how the system broke and it'd be faster to wipe and reinstall instead of debug."

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' The sharpening motion is rhythmic and continual, but it somehow conspires to be reflective. "Yes, I can see how you would try to dodge that until you have time to cope with it. Unfortunately, none of us can ever go back. Now we've made friends, and you probably can't use those boxes anymore. That said, I do understand this as some kind of machine. Just one that is in the late birth pangs of a changing world." Scrape, scrape. "We should try to get some sleep, if we can. Under a sunless sky." Scrape. "Arthur Drover, pleasure to meet you." The dagger is dropped into a satchel, and the smith extends a hand. "I run the Heart's Desire synthesis shop in Alexandria."

:'''[[Beck]] has posed:''' "I'll get you that map, once I get done talking to Deelel then." The Renegade tells Arthur as he goes back into the room and shuts the door. Once the door is closed, the helm retracts back and he brushes his hands through his hair. Before taking the glass in his hand and gulping some of it down. He almost coughs a bit cause of how quickly he was drinking it and then gives Deelel and sheepish smile. "..Look.. can you do me a favor, Deelel?" He then gets a bit more of a serious look on his face. "Try to keep an eye on them, ok? I am going to see if I can get a network setup that leads from here to the Arcade underground. That way people can move freely." He then rolls one of his shoulders and winces a little, before he takes another sip from the glass. "You-- you do really well with them and like this-- I can't really, you know, keep an eye on them or really get to know them." He frowns a little then. "So I need someone to watch over them until the network tunnel is finished."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel enters into the room waits for Beck to pull back his helmet once the door is closed and she nods a little bit at him as he makes his request to her. "I was hoping to do so several of them kept me out of trouble when I was blundering about their world. Sounds like that's actually a really good idea we can bypass a lot of trouble that way." She hangs back for a moment at Beck's words about how well she does with them she's looking kinda sheepish at what he's saying. "I understand you have your part to play and I will do my best, you know they will want to explore though any sort of updates on the state of the city would be useful. I'll do what I can, they are also pretty wonder eyed at things too from the looks of it. I may need some rope though, as seriously it was like herding cats for a bit." she's almost laughing from the sounds of it.