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Scavenging in Deling

2014-04-01T06:25:21Z

Ruby69: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2014/03/31 |Location=Deling City |Synopsis=Leo, recently freed from his captors and having fled his now fallen world, scavenges for food in Deling ..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2014/03/31
|Location=Deling City
|Synopsis=Leo, recently freed from his captors and having fled his now fallen world, scavenges for food in Deling city, but meets a new friend! (yay!)
|Cast of Characters=Leo, Zerum
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Leo]] has posed:''' Evening is settling into the city about now, the temperature dropping with the winter season still not having given up it's tenacious hold on the world. In some areas its more like they let that season stay as long as it wants to, but Spring is soon to come in and usher it out like an old friend who's stayed well past the time to turn in. A few trash cans clang in an alley somewhere, cat's yowling. The city doesn't seem to sleep at night, as some places tend not to. Right now Leo was just trying to find some food. It had been a week or so seemingly since he'd arrived there, not really understanding what had happened back at his world, it had fallen of course, but right now he was just glad to be free of the White Queen and her castle, but he also had no where to go or anyone to turn to, so he was scrounging around for takeout or food businesses had tossed out, kind of like a rat. He kept his head down, course, he didn't want to run into any of the gangs that might have been about, hell he'd only just started not bolting from people at first sight. Many a times he'd stumble upon bums or prostitutes and wind up freaking out, still having some kind of fear that maybe the White Queen wasn't dead after all, and maybe some familiar faces would come out of the dark, looking for him.

:'''[[Zerum]] has posed:''' The dark elf known as Zerum Valos had come to Deling in a bit of a hurry, hoping to elude the authorities who might've wanted to pursue him after his episode over at the jail in the Traverse Area. Having riddled the prison full of holes after ripping out a plethora of their support beams and walls in an attempt to free Rhiannon, he was eventually forced to retreat before he could penetrate the inner sanctum that would've allowed him to meet with success. Deling City was not far and so within a day's time it was quite plausible that the dark knight could reach it. As a realm that was said to have been influenced by a witch named Edea, at least within some of the more seedy circles, Zerum had learned that such a place might be willing to house someone like himself until the dust cleared, at which time his name would become a vague memory. There were far worse of fiends to deal with than Zer, so as he became welded with the rest of the anonymous civilians in the World of Ruin, the sinister culprits would stand out in stark contrast, causing him to fade into obscurity from the minds of those seeking harmony. One person seeking harmony, who was perchance finding it difficult to locate was Leo, a young man scavenging off of the dumpsters in the city in the alleyways. Trying to stay off the grid for awhile, even inside of a realm like Deling, Lord Valos happened to hear movements in 'his' alleyway. Leo had just come around the bend from the neighboring street, and Zerum turned his attention upwards, while remaining seated against a wall, under a makeshift awning constructed from tattered cloth, which was keeping him dry; there had been a mild drizzle for the last hour or so.... Even so, Zerum's penchant for detecting pressures and sounds informed him that soon enough, there would be a downpour, "It's going to get extremely moist, soon." Zerum had designed the awning to be long enough for him to lie beneath horizontally, so it clearly could afford to shield two or three people if they were sitting upright, and since the dark elf was indeed sitting, for the moment, it meant that the little alcove could feasibly shelter Leo, too, if the boy was willing to take a gamble.

:'''[[Leo]] has posed:''' It was luck that Leo had taken up vagrancy in a town that had a magical kind of history to it, and indeed had even been lorded over by a witch of sorts. He didn't know who any of these people were fortunately, and likely better for it. What he did want though, was food, and maybe a dry place to sleep for the evening. It was easy to rip stuff off from vendors and the like using a few magical tricks, sleight of hand stuff, he knew how to do things like that. Except now all the shops were closed, and the people who might have little things to eat had all gone home. As he hung over the edge of a dumpster, he pulled out what looked like a few slices of cold pizza using his teeth, his hands instead balancing him on the edge, looking over to the side where he'd heard the voice. He didn't care about the rain, but suddenly someone was talking to him, the blood draining from his face as he suddenly felt quite a bit... vulnerable, or maybe scared, sitting there with the pizza hanging from his teeth like a dog that'd been caught rummaging through it's master's food. "Mphh?" he muffled something thanks to his mouth being full, retreating back and hopping down from the dumpster, intently tearing into the pizza that had been discarded some time that day, thankfully. He ate quickly, on the spot, just in case he had to drop the food to vamoose.

:'''[[Zerum]] has posed:''' He wasn't a humanitarian, so it wasn't as though Zerum was about to go out on a limb and beg to have the privilege to help another person in need, even if he wasn't a true hellion, either.... so when Leo responded with his nondescript sound effect that implied both curiosity and confusion, the dark elf shrugged his shoulders, "Suit yourself. But your old, cold pizza certainly won't taste any better if it's all squishy from soaking up the water coming down..... Even if the sponging effect doesn't dillute the flavor, the texture will be totally unlike that for which it was designed." The large sylvan could tell Leo was some kind of victim of abuse, but then.... if Zer was too insistent about foisting 'help' on Leo, it wouldn't've seemed genuine anyway, since predators and swindlers were usually the types to pressure one into accepting an offer of some kind. No traps here, no sir.... just a dark skinned dark knight in a dark alley offering a nice spot in the shade to a teenager who was living hand to mouth; with this instance being an exception to the rule, Leo hadn't even bothered to grab the article of discarded food with his hands, and gave his mouth a chance to do all the work.

:'''[[Leo]] has posed:''' Leo was in fact busily snarfing up that cold pizza like he hadn't eaten for a week, though that was due to habit by now, if it was in his stomach he couldn't drop it while fleeing. Course, it was mostly gone as he ducked down a little and his sandaled feet slapped against the cold, damp pavement--that might have been dusty before, still had small particles of rocks and pebbles scrunching underfoot. His fingers curled around the crust of the pizza as he nommed it a bit noisily, before finally letting his hands fall away form his face, trying to clean his cheeks with the back of his hands in a way that seemed decidedly cat-like, just from the body language. "Wh-who are you?" he asked, voice a bit gravelly from still trying to clear his throat, voice sounding high and with a distinct tone of a German accent. Jah jah, schnell schnell~

:'''[[Zerum]] has posed:''' Zerum watched as Leo gobbled the old scrap of bread covered in tomato and cheese, which inspired him to start snacking as well; a man who was seven feet in height, and wearing dense mail was one who could work up an appetite just by existing. "I guess you wait to eat like one pig waits for another...." Valos says, teasingly, not really caring that much that Leo started dining without allowing the dark elf to dine with him.... on the other hand, far be it for a dark knight to be beyond a little bit of abrasive chiding, even if this particular minion of shadow wasn't as sadistic as many of his ilk. He picks up his sack, and draws out a half of an entire cheese-wheel, which is followed up by incisions being made to cut a wedge-shaped slice from the body. Suddenly, a dog from some distant block howls, which from that range would hardly seem intimidating to anybody, let alone an enormous, armored sylvan.... nonetheless, he feigns a temporary overwhelming of fear, tossing his arms outward, causing his cheese to soar all the way over towards Leo, and even past him! The cheese is now well beyond Zerum's range, and he'd have to bypass the boy to fetch the thing, which meant that it could've easily been considered a writeoff. "Hmm... those stray hounds can be so startling....." Valos states, as he calmly begins to cut away another piece from his half-wheel. He wouldn't bother with the slice of cheese that ended up on the ground, anyway, because it had been contaminated with a myriad of unidentified germs. Typically, Lord Valos did /not/ approve of folks getting within two to three yards of himself, as evidenced by how he treated Echo and Morrighan, but since this kid was as destitute as they looked, thus seemingly powerless, Zer banked on the notion that Leo wouldn't be able to take him down.... beyond that, the drow was on the far right of his little hovel, which meant Leo could easily sit to the far left and they'd never end up touching one another, if they were careful. "My name is Lord Valos. But.... here... in this land? I might as well just be Mister Valos."

:'''[[Leo]] has posed:''' "Wh-why are you wearing armor?" Leo was naturally a bit suspicious, course, he didn't want to run into any of the White Queen's people, but this guy didn't seem to be coming after him exactly, either. A few more shuffling footsteps brought him closer and soon he was kneeling down with his feet flat against the alley pavement, his knees bowed out in front of him as he hunched down there, still chewing on the remnants of that pizza, mostly the crust. He blinked a little as he saw the cheese being brought out, though he didn't seem to eye it hungrily. "Ah, it has been so long since I had real cheese... this stuff they put on this bread doesn't seem too much like it.." he seemed to lament, shrugging a little. Hearing the animal a block away his ears seemed to prickle at the howl, looking around a little animatedly. His pupils seemed narrow, though wider now than they might have been in the light. He crouched down a little closer to try and get some of the shelter there, though he hadn't cared about the rain, he didn't want to be wet /all/ evening, exactly.

:'''[[Zerum]] has posed:''' With Leo askin several consecutive questions, Zer figured that he was beginning to earn the boy's trust; he wasn't sure if the teen would be worth anything to him in the grand scheme of things, while, by the same token, it didn't really cost him much to say a few words and toss away some of his cheese. In any case, the piece Valos had chucked was on the end, so it had been exposed to the air awhile, causing it to be slightly dried out, albeit still far superior to whatever the pizza was topped with-- Zerum could afford to squander some of his booty without suffering tremendously. Valos could easily tell by now that Leo was some manner of hybrid. He wasn't quite human /or/ animal, but to the dark elf, humans were just as alien as any other sapient non-elven breed, so the boy's appearance didn't strike him as being any further peculiar than would have an 'ordinary' homosapien. Finally answering the boy's inquiry, Zer retorted, in a relatively deadpan voice, "They have laws forbidding indecent exposure in this city. If you're looking for the nudist colony, then you need to do some inquiring on your own, because I dunno where the closest one is." He shrugs his shoulders; well, it was at least /ONE/ good reason he chose to wear armor, right?

:'''[[Leo]] has posed:''' Leo would catch the cheese, sniffling it almost a bit suspiciously before bringing it to his lips and having a few nibbles at it. It was indeed of a much sharper and desirable flavor than the processed mozerella that had been on that pizza. The teen did indeed resemble several animals in several strange ways, his eyes, ears, that long draconic tail with the spaded tip... like several different animals had just started sprouting up here and there. "What? am I not wearing enough?" he looked down, a little self-conscious, though normally he might not have cared. He wasn't trying to show too much skin there with his tunic, not by his own doing anyway. These were just the clothes on his back when he'd fled. "I don't quite understand, but you seem alright, I'm Leo," he nodded a little to the dark elf, that spaded tail of his lilting and lashing about behind him slowly in a way that more resembled a cat's than a reptiles, just with the motion of it.

:'''[[Zerum]] has posed:''' Wagging his wrist indifferently, Zerum tried to offer further assurance to Leo that this was in no way an inconvenience to him, losing that piece of cheese, to motivate the young one to do a little more than nibble, hopefully, "Bah.... that part of the wheel was old anyway.... Good riddance to it...." This additionally was a way to help sell the idea that Valos wasn't terribly fond of Leo, or one to show charity to others. If people started to think he was a sentimentalist, who knows what stunts they'd try to pull, what with so many other alleged 'dark knights' reforming to the side of 'good'; this isn't to say Valos was /bad/, per say, but he was determined to be a fence-sitter if he could help it-- the Valii /were/ known for their partiality towards being.... well.... impartial! "You asked me why I elected to wear armor, and now you're asking me if you're properly dressed; you're beginning to make me wonder if you're some kind of fashion fanatic.", he sighs, before snapping his fingers, "I'll tell you what. If you want an accurate answer, then go to the nearest police station, and start stripping. Every time you remove a garment, you can ask them if you're suitably dressed, up until they arrest you. That's when you'll know that you need to adorn more." And there was his advice for Leo; not advice Zerum himself would really capitalize on, because he was quite content to /have/ to wear a full suit of armor, but it was something for someone else who felt insecure about themselves, which was undeniably untrue of the dark one. It was hard to tell if he was being serious, or facetious.... or some of both. All that could be said was that he had his own way of doing things, and when others wanted to know how to live their lives, he would provide obvious answers that didn't really say much as to Zer's opinion on such matters. Glancing at the tail, Zerum made a mental note to be watchful of all of Leo's appendages, because otherwise he might be missing a wallet if he didn't consider that tail. "You appear to be in unreasonably dire straits, Mister Leo....." He raised a brow, inquisitively.

:'''[[Leo]] has posed:''' Leo didn't seem to mind the fact that Valos seemed a little cold, he seemed used to such. He blinked a little and leaned back at his replay, but didn't seem to be upset by it. "Fashion? you're wearing f-full armor in the rain, don't you have clothes?" he seemed just a little incredulous there. Poor Leo, he didn't know Dark Knight's practically /lived/ in their sadistically constrictive armor, was part of their 'deal' at least the traditional ones, anyway. "Police...?" he wasn't so sure what to make of that bit, tilting his head, a bang of charcoal black hair getting in the way of one eye, which he quickly brushed away. "I should wear more? okay, well, when I get something new to wear, if I get some money, that is," he seemed a little confused there. He was from a rustic society where new clothes was a thing only when extremely necessary, he was far from the idea of buying new clothes just for 'fashion' or the like. "Jah, you could say that," he nibbled a little bit on the cheese, considering it. He seemed like he'd finish it before he moved on, he didn't have many places to carry it. "Just Leo, tis my name," he also didn't want to comment that he likely would have a hard time remembering his full family name.

:'''[[Zerum]] has posed:''' Zerum scratches the side of his head when Leo persists in his interrogation of the bit about having chosen to wear armor, which was just slightly beginning to grate on the elf's nerves, however, Valos remained mostly relaxed, "I'm not in the rain. There's an awning above me. I foresaw it, and took shelter. When the rain is gone, the awning I'll be out and about." Of course, armor was expensive, and in many places, a declaration of one's prestige, since they costed thousands, but in the sylvan's case, it actually enabled him to levitate, along with high-vaulting, so the metallic costume embellished his person as frequently as he could possibly justify it. All doubts are banished from Valos' mind that Leo is impoverished, once the hybrid admits it.... not that a verbal confession would've been confirmation if the previous facts hadn't matched the testimony, "Hmmm... I could use another hired-hand. You'd have to get yourself educated as to the nature of this world a bit before I could really make the most out of you, but for now.... you'd be ideal for minor tasks, thereby, in turn, making you deserving of minor reimbursements." Zer folds his arms over his chest, "....I don't know how long you've been here, but you don't seem to be knowledgable about the cultural norms; if you were a conscientious objector showing non-conformity, then you might still be showing defiance of the establishment.... but you'd be doing it consciously, instead of ignorantly." He snickers, then waves his hand, "Okay. I'm convinced. I'll hire you, Mister Just." He doesn't want to be called 'Mister Leo', but he's apparently 'Just Leo', and Valos doesn't refer to people without honorifics, since it implied emotional affinity, so a mister, miss, lord, sir, madame, or otherwise was /mandatory/ from his own end. "You see.... I'm a man of the truest science. I seek all knowledge. Funneling it into specific applications is best, initially, but eventually, I hope to diversify into /all/ fields of study, so that nothing is beyond me. So, for me, munny is no object. I want munny? I send out some pulses, figure out what minerals, or metals are nearby, collect them, pawn them.... and then I can afford to do more research. The problem is that sometimes there are things cash alone won't buy, so I have to form alliances, because, in the end.... finances are just promisary notes, and if people don't have confidence in your credibility." He stares at Leo for a second and sighs, "....Never mind. Look. Do you want a job? Yes or no?"

:'''[[Leo]] has posed:''' The young man seems to enjoy the food at least, nibbling on the bit of cheese he'd been given. He seemed to nudge himself back a little when the Dark knight mentioned ignorance, since his tone of voice might have scared him a little. "I do not come from here, and I'm a stranger in this land, I have not been able to find my way back to where I come from," not that he'd looked especially hard, though he had looked. He'd mostly been confused, and it wasn't as if the path to his own world still existed. The chimerical boy frowned a little and shook his head. "Nnn-nono, see, I'm only called Leo, 'just' isn't part of my name," he gestured in the air with his hands a little distractedly that might have seemed like a cat, pawing at the air. He fussed a little before returning his arms down to focus on kneeling and keeping out of the rain, ducking more under the awning. "Aw, you are a man of scientific pursuits then?" if Leo had known better, he'd be a little more suspicious here, he didn't want to wind up in a hamster wheel, or anything. Though this probably seemed odd. What kind of professors wore armor?? "Ah, ah... I see, well if you are offering me work I guess I could try, depends what you need me to do," he nodded, not looking especially strong, but he was spry. He huddled in a bit closer to the armored man, wanting to keep out of the rain and pulling his legs in close, his tail sweeping in around him like a cat's to keep warm. "Mind if I sleep here?" he asked with a hopeful look on his face.

:'''[[Zerum]] has posed:''' The dark elf tilted his head curiously at Leo as the boy elaborated on his woeful tale, until deciding that it was just as he suspected; a newcomer who was lost and trying to find his way-- either back home, or to somewhere better, but whatever they wanted, it was not to be stumbling through the alleyways living off of half-rancid leftovers. That was what Valos' piercing mind detected through all of the information he was being inundated with, and soon enough, this was confirmed after Leo agreed to offer his service to Zerum.... provisionally. The dark knight wouldn't bet the farm on Leo being willing to steal babies from nurseries so that Valos could suck their blood and turn them into vampiric-infants that could be promptly returned to their cribs, then used to bite into their mothers' mammary glands, consequently turning /them/ into vampires, which could result in a whole plant of.... well, yeah, that wasn't going to happen. Maybe something a little more conventional would be necessary. In any case, Zer couldn't convert folks into vampires, not being one himself, and it was questionable if he could be turned into one, since there had to be biological prerequisites for what was compatible with vampirism, and what was not. "Yes, I am a scientist.... you see, the oldest origin of the word 'science' is the word 'skei', which means 'to cut', or, to separate one thing from another, so that they may be distinguished." He smirks proudly, ".....And if there is one thing I spend all my days doing, it is to disassemble, and then reassemble-- but don't worry.... I don't dissect organisms like yourself. I have bigger ambitions than to waste my time on the unreliable, undefinable expanse of medical dissection, which spends an eternity trying to isolate individual mutations which are liable never to truly reproduce themselves in exactly the same fashion as their predecessors." Letting that sink in before proceeding, he paused, "I'm looking for something more universally applicable. Let the folks with short life expectancies do their meager delvings into th...." He blinks astoundedly as he fellow curls up like a cat, asking permission to sleep in the same quarters as himself, with a countenance exhibiting hopefulness, which must've been proof that Leo now had invested /some/ trust in Zerum. Deciding his tangent was unnecessary, the dark elf shrugged, "I don't have a deed to this spot. You've got as much right to it as I.... so by all means, Mister Leo." He grins.

Leo

2014-04-01T06:23:34Z

Ruby69: Created page with "{{Character Infobox |firstname=Leo |age=17-18 |species=Half-human, chimerical hybrid. |sex=Male |height=5'6" |weight=140 lbs |series=Original |styles=Imp |hometown=His former ..."

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Leo
|age=17-18
|species=Half-human, chimerical hybrid.
|sex=Male
|height=5'6"
|weight=140 lbs
|series=Original
|styles=Imp
|hometown=His former realm, lost now.
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Unaffil
|occupation=Vagrant
|quote="People should be happy! Least they're not trapped in a box somewhere."
|footer=Met a dark elf in a alley in Deling city, he gave me food and maybe won't torture me, yay!
}}
= Logs =
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Echo

2014-03-21T01:38:51Z

Ruby69: /* Acquaintances */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Echo
|lastname=Lacroix
|middlename=
|image=Echoleafava.jpg
|imageoptions=200px
|age=20s
|species=Beast kin
|sex=Female
|height=5'6"
|weight=Under a buck fifty
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Close Quarters Wizardry (CQW)
|hometown=Treno
|group=N/A
|occupation=Magician
|alignment=Chaotic Awesome
|themesong=[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xjtxCdMyQ4 Type O Negative: Black No. 1]
|quote="Don't worry, you won't feel a thing!"
|footer=Target: Dark elf. Possibility: Slam Dunk. ETA: ASAP.
}}

=Background=

Imagine if you will, the town of Treno, the city that never sleeps. A small family serving a certain set of the nobility is something more than it seems, hiding a bloodline of trained assassins. The males deal in refinement of the art of the knife, poisons along with other technlogical advances. The females on the other hand carried with them mystical arts, passed down from grandmother to mother to daughter. They have their secrets, and keep them well.

Meet Echo. During her childhood she was passed down these secrets in the interest of keeping up the family business, which while not always apparent to her, was death. Early on she understood the workings of such as 'laundry' and was therefore convinced that being 'taken out out to dry' had a completely different meaning during her childhood.

Eventually, the young batgirl decided that she did not want to be coerced into continuing the family business as she neared adulthood, she wanted to make her own decisions, so she left home and wandered abroad. There was still a problem, however. The business was the only skill she knew, other than magic and even that ran only along the path of destruction. What was a girl to do! She then realized if there were things to be had, then she would have to use her skills to drag them out herself.

=Personality=

Having grown up in a somewhat privileged but strange household, Echo was not the most normal child. The family did well financially but they kept to themselves, more or less, sometimes out of necessity, other times well, who wanted to be around the creepy bat people who dressed in black and probably had people buried in their basement? As such, she grew up a good bit different, and her humor tends toward the black, sometimes even morbid. Her sense of detachment from things that would otherwise startle or bother other people can lead her to seeming manic even, as she's got a good bit more tolerant for matters dealing in death and danger, though she hadn't taken up full time work like the rest of her family.

For flaws she's a bit naive at times, having not seen too terribly much of the world yet, and she seems to think her magic can get her out of most scrapes, though she's only ever been in real trouble a few times so far. She might also have a dangerous false sense of security from this, thinking she's tougher than she actually is. As thus, she's sometimes careless, when dealing with other people as well, like in conversation. As long as no one is getting stabbed or shot it's not really a big deal, right?

As such, she's not quite as brutish or evil as some of her family members might have been, and she will never accept a job that harms a child. As long as she sticks to that in her mind, then she can live with the fact she will never be as bad as some people. Not only would she never harm a young person, she'd be liable to turn on allies if one was put in danger by them.

=Skills=

Her magical abilities are that of a black mage and she can cast various elemental destructive magic, her particular family gift also worked deadly poison into their magic arts, so even her directly damaging abilities can envenom someone.

As a bat beast kin, Echo is able to fly with the leathery wings attached to her back. This is however a mundane form of flight and is subject to her endurance so she can tire out. She also would have trouble carrying someone else and flying unless her strength was aided somehow.

She has an enhanced sense of hearing and limited echolocation, due to her ears, though this can be disrupted as it can be for normal bats by generating noise.

As an aside, she does and can bite people to drink blood, however this has to due to the breed of bats she comes from being hemotophagous (blood subsisting) so she's not a REAL vampire... YET. She can eat solid food to a degree, and also drinks things like water and other beverages.

=Acquaintances=

*[[Warden_Thache|Warden Thache]] Quite the gentlemanly Pirate Pussy!

*[[Will_Sherman|Will Sherman]] Hobo with a shotgun? How about a bat with a golf club!

*[[Zerum]] Doesn't wanna be touched by two women? Pfft, why do I always get the limp-wristed dark knights??

*[[Lumeria]]: Careful about those dark alleys, Galadriel, they're a real killer!

*[[Queegmaa]]: You're a mean one, Mr. Imp.

*[[Chita]]: All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you.

*[[Vespa]]: I'd say overcompensating, but you're a girl!

*[[Deelel]]: Alright, who turned off AVAST?

*[[Morrighan_Alazne|Morrighan Alazne]]: 5 Stars out of 5, would kidnap again!

*[[Avira]]: That's quite the massive ribbed knobby weapon you have there!

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=Gallery=

[[File:EchoBlueCropt.jpg|thumb|left|Awesome pic done by [[Queegmaa]] player!]]

[[File:LfNd5QE.png|thumb|center|Official pic commissioned from [[Morrighan Alazne]]'s player.]]

Don Corneo

2014-03-18T03:17:45Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Albert
|middlename="Don"
|lastname=Corneo
|age=38
|image=kaisekiedit.jpg
|imageoptions=250px
|caption=It ain't easy, yo.
|species=Human, probably.
|sex=All Man, baby.
|height=5'2"
|weight=180lbs
|series=FF7
|styles=Patsies
|hometown=Midgar
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Allied with no one, not even himself.
|occupation=Publicist
|themesong=Don of the Slums
|quote=If you didn't have Corneo you'd have to invent 'em!
|footer=Sleazing around Manhattan, cuttin' deals with Turks. Always looking for new material for KINGS magazine.
}}

=History=

Don Corneo was a mobster in Midgar who was sought out by the president of Shinra (either directly or through his subordinates, though the President /was/ rumored to visit the Honeybee Inn, an establishment both men frequented) to spy on the members of AVALANCHE since they were causing trouble for the company. It was a pretty sweet deal, just hang out in the sector 6 slums, which he basically owned, and send out his spies here and there to get info on where the Avalanche was operating. Of course then the world fell and a lot of his plans and his base of operations went to pot. He barely made it out alive, having suffered injuries in the process which forced him to use a wheelchair for a time until he received surgery.

He was forced to move away from the fallen Midgar, taking up residence and rebuilding his criminal organization from basically scratch. These were dark times for the former Don as he had to work his way up again, though the whole mafia gig just wasn't as easy as it was in such a cesspool like Midgar. He entered a depression during this period of sorts when he was still confined to the chair, trying to manage a gang. Not being able to get around for the time being, he was left with handling elements of organized crime such as human trafficking, drugs, and the like, but something was still missing... women.

Alone with various magazines, obscene and not, he began to try and hatch a plan to reinvent himself and get himself out of his rut, in which he conceived the idea of KINGS magazine. Working his way up from former mafia don to publicist took a while, but he eventually got there and remade his dastardly fortune, and even had the good fortune of enlisting a unit of former SOLDIER 3rd and 2nd Class that had left Shinra around the time of Genesis's r

Currently, he operates out of his mobile base, affectionately christened 'The Honey Bee', a giant Zeppelin which functions as his home, office, and the deployment center for his security forces and his meeting ground for any illicit dealings with subordinates in the criminal underground, whom he still has dealings with.

=Personality=

Corneo is at heart a lonely, if perverted little man. His father was likely a similar mafia figure, but Corneo was never a cut above the rest as a child, and his father was likely the one wielding a lot of the muscle in the organization, a sharp contrast to Corneo's short stature and relative un-intimidating physical prowess. Thus, he learned to play things as a mastermind, and just hire men if he needed something done physically, like people beaten up, protection money collected, or protection. He was always on the look out for the hottest ladies (to make him feel better, and sooth his budding Napoleon Complex) and to generally nurse his overblown sense of vanity and constant quest to own things... and people.

Added to this is his intense greed and desire for women, and you have an interesting explosive cocktail of compulsiveness, obsession, inability to recognize his own ill deeds and failures. He can't live up to what he was told to aspire to be like his dad, and so he covers this up, with the money, women, and simply hiring muscle instead of trying to improve himself as a man and as a person. He might be a type that is bankrupt morally, but isn't necessarily inherently evil, just heavily misguided and a slave to his own compulsion and lusts. Deep down inside however, he is likely really lonely, and is perhaps trying to find that certain someone even now.

He's reinvented himself nowadays with a bit of a higher aspiration in life, now he wants to be the top dog, sort of like president Shinra, and thus he's gotten himself in more legitimate (and still some illegitimate) affairs. Since he nearly lost his life, he tries to aspire to something more finally, though he's got a long road ahead to anything moral or decent, he sometimes funds actual decent organizations and efforts, such as the research for new and cleaner, more efficient fuel sources. He has an eye ahead for the future, and thinks ahead, a bit better than some people, due to his own inherent quick thinking and problem solving skills. He didn't become the don of beneath the plate just for no reason, after all. He's still a devious horndog with few limits, however.

=Abilities=

His combat portion mainly consists of his personal security force, which he is never without. Beyond that, there is his financial empire, which grows along with his mens magazine's reader base. He has considerable resources in the dept of money, manpower and holdings.

Of other note is his rings--the many rings he so vainly keeps on multiple fingers on each hand are home to his personal materia, one in particular is a pearlescent pink, it's effect beguiles ladies into bubbly, cheerful models and in generally do as he asks. Rather predictably, it only works on women. This won't work if the person is trying to attack him personally and is already angry/excited, the strength of it is just moderate and is not all-consuming. It isn't something that turns people into mindless zombies, just sort of has a hypnotic effect, with a few eccentricities like the bimbo-ey type added effect.

=Notable Run-ins=

*Deelel: Did I mention I'm also plug and play?
*Alise: Here's to you, kid.
*Chita: Follow the white rabbit.

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}

*Small note, I wasn't the Corneo here in the logs/cutscenes dated 2012, just from December 2013 till now, so um, I didn't do it, basically! But yeah, that wasn't me, and no idea what was going on there.

= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

=Gallery=

[[File:kaisekidon.jpg|thumb|left|by [http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=83028 Kaiseki] of Pixiv! awesome artist.]]

Don Corneo

2014-03-18T03:13:49Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Albert
|middlename="Don"
|lastname=Corneo
|age=38
|image=kaisekiedit.jpg
|imageoptions=250px
|caption=Apex Predator
|species=Human, probably.
|sex=All Man, baby.
|height=5'2"
|weight=180lbs
|series=FF7
|styles=Patsies
|hometown=Midgar
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Allied with no one, not even himself.
|occupation=Publicist
|themesong=Don of the Slums
|quote=If you didn't have Corneo you'd have to invent 'em!
|footer=Sleazing around Manhattan, cuttin' deals with Turks. Always looking for new material for KINGS magazine.
}}

=History=

Don Corneo was a mobster in Midgar who was sought out by the president of Shinra (either directly or through his subordinates, though the President /was/ rumored to visit the Honeybee Inn, an establishment both men frequented) to spy on the members of AVALANCHE since they were causing trouble for the company. It was a pretty sweet deal, just hang out in the sector 6 slums, which he basically owned, and send out his spies here and there to get info on where the Avalanche was operating. Of course then the world fell and a lot of his plans and his base of operations went to pot. He barely made it out alive, having suffered injuries in the process which forced him to use a wheelchair for a time until he received surgery.

He was forced to move away from the fallen Midgar, taking up residence and rebuilding his criminal organization from basically scratch. These were dark times for the former Don as he had to work his way up again, though the whole mafia gig just wasn't as easy as it was in such a cesspool like Midgar. He entered a depression during this period of sorts when he was still confined to the chair, trying to manage a gang. Not being able to get around for the time being, he was left with handling elements of organized crime such as human trafficking, drugs, and the like, but something was still missing... women.

Alone with various magazines, obscene and not, he began to try and hatch a plan to reinvent himself and get himself out of his rut, in which he conceived the idea of KINGS magazine. Working his way up from former mafia don to publicist took a while, but he eventually got there and remade his dastardly fortune, and even had the good fortune of enlisting a unit of former SOLDIER 3rd and 2nd Class that had left Shinra around the time of Genesis's r

Currently, he operates out of his mobile base, affectionately christened 'The Honey Bee', a giant Zeppelin which functions as his home, office, and the deployment center for his security forces and his meeting ground for any illicit dealings with subordinates in the criminal underground, whom he still has dealings with.

=Personality=

Corneo is at heart a lonely, if perverted little man. His father was likely a similar mafia figure, but Corneo was never a cut above the rest as a child, and his father was likely the one wielding a lot of the muscle in the organization, a sharp contrast to Corneo's short stature and relative un-intimidating physical prowess. Thus, he learned to play things as a mastermind, and just hire men if he needed something done physically, like people beaten up, protection money collected, or protection. He was always on the look out for the hottest ladies (to make him feel better, and sooth his budding Napoleon Complex) and to generally nurse his overblown sense of vanity and constant quest to own things... and people.

Added to this is his intense greed and desire for women, and you have an interesting explosive cocktail of compulsiveness, obsession, inability to recognize his own ill deeds and failures. He can't live up to what he was told to aspire to be like his dad, and so he covers this up, with the money, women, and simply hiring muscle instead of trying to improve himself as a man and as a person. He might be a type that is bankrupt morally, but isn't necessarily inherently evil, just heavily misguided and a slave to his own compulsion and lusts. Deep down inside however, he is likely really lonely, and is perhaps trying to find that certain someone even now.

He's reinvented himself nowadays with a bit of a higher aspiration in life, now he wants to be the top dog, sort of like president Shinra, and thus he's gotten himself in more legitimate (and still some illegitimate) affairs. Since he nearly lost his life, he tries to aspire to something more finally, though he's got a long road ahead to anything moral or decent, he sometimes funds actual decent organizations and efforts, such as the research for new and cleaner, more efficient fuel sources. He has an eye ahead for the future, and thinks ahead, a bit better than some people, due to his own inherent quick thinking and problem solving skills. He didn't become the don of beneath the plate just for no reason, after all. He's still a devious horndog with few limits, however.

=Abilities=

His combat portion mainly consists of his personal security force, which he is never without. Beyond that, there is his financial empire, which grows along with his mens magazine's reader base. He has considerable resources in the dept of money, manpower and holdings.

Of other note is his rings--the many rings he so vainly keeps on multiple fingers on each hand are home to his personal materia, one in particular is a pearlescent pink, it's effect beguiles ladies into bubbly, cheerful models and in generally do as he asks. Rather predictably, it only works on women. This won't work if the person is trying to attack him personally and is already angry/excited, the strength of it is just moderate and is not all-consuming. It isn't something that turns people into mindless zombies, just sort of has a hypnotic effect, with a few eccentricities like the bimbo-ey type added effect.

=Notable Run-ins=

*Deelel: Did I mention I'm also plug and play?
*Alise: Here's to you, kid.
*Chita: Follow the white rabbit.

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}

*Small note, I wasn't the Corneo here in the logs/cutscenes dated 2012, just from December 2013 till now, so um, I didn't do it, basically! But yeah, that wasn't me, and no idea what was going on there.

= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

=Gallery=

[[File:kaisekidon.jpg|thumb|left|by [http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=83028 Kaiseki] of Pixiv! awesome artist.]]

File:Kaisekiedit.jpg

2014-03-18T03:12:16Z

Ruby69: Cropping of artwork by Kaiseki's artwork http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=83028 for some char art usage.

Cropping of artwork by Kaiseki's artwork http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=83028 for some char art usage.

File:Kaisekidon.jpg

2014-03-18T03:04:40Z

Ruby69: By Kaiseki of Pixiv http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=83028 name translates roughly to "Heartbreak" from my own translation work.

By Kaiseki of Pixiv http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=83028 name translates roughly to "Heartbreak" from my own translation work.

Don Corneo

2014-03-14T07:55:57Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Albert
|middlename="Don"
|lastname=Corneo
|age=38
|image=Don_Corneo.png
|imageoptions=250px
|caption=Apex Predator
|species=Human, probably.
|sex=All Man, baby.
|height=5'2"
|weight=180lbs
|series=FF7
|styles=Patsies
|hometown=Midgar
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Allied with no one, not even himself.
|occupation=Publicist
|themesong=Don of the Slums
|quote=If you didn't have Corneo you'd have to invent 'em!
|footer=Sleazing around Manhattan, cuttin' deals with Turks. Always looking for new material for KINGS magazine.
}}

=History=

Don Corneo was a mobster in Midgar who was sought out by the president of Shinra (either directly or through his subordinates, though the President /was/ rumored to visit the Honeybee Inn, an establishment both men frequented) to spy on the members of AVALANCHE since they were causing trouble for the company. It was a pretty sweet deal, just hang out in the sector 6 slums, which he basically owned, and send out his spies here and there to get info on where the Avalanche was operating. Of course then the world fell and a lot of his plans and his base of operations went to pot. He barely made it out alive, having suffered injuries in the process which forced him to use a wheelchair for a time until he received surgery.

He was forced to move away from the fallen Midgar, taking up residence and rebuilding his criminal organization from basically scratch. These were dark times for the former Don as he had to work his way up again, though the whole mafia gig just wasn't as easy as it was in such a cesspool like Midgar. He entered a depression during this period of sorts when he was still confined to the chair, trying to manage a gang. Not being able to get around for the time being, he was left with handling elements of organized crime such as human trafficking, drugs, and the like, but something was still missing... women.

Alone with various magazines, obscene and not, he began to try and hatch a plan to reinvent himself and get himself out of his rut, in which he conceived the idea of KINGS magazine. Working his way up from former mafia don to publicist took a while, but he eventually got there and remade his dastardly fortune, and even had the good fortune of enlisting a unit of former SOLDIER 3rd and 2nd Class that had left Shinra around the time of Genesis's r

Currently, he operates out of his mobile base, affectionately christened 'The Honey Bee', a giant Zeppelin which functions as his home, office, and the deployment center for his security forces and his meeting ground for any illicit dealings with subordinates in the criminal underground, whom he still has dealings with.

=Personality=

Corneo is at heart a lonely, if perverted little man. His father was likely a similar mafia figure, but Corneo was never a cut above the rest as a child, and his father was likely the one wielding a lot of the muscle in the organization, a sharp contrast to Corneo's short stature and relative un-intimidating physical prowess. Thus, he learned to play things as a mastermind, and just hire men if he needed something done physically, like people beaten up, protection money collected, or protection. He was always on the look out for the hottest ladies (to make him feel better, and sooth his budding Napoleon Complex) and to generally nurse his overblown sense of vanity and constant quest to own things... and people.

Added to this is his intense greed and desire for women, and you have an interesting explosive cocktail of compulsiveness, obsession, inability to recognize his own ill deeds and failures. He can't live up to what he was told to aspire to be like his dad, and so he covers this up, with the money, women, and simply hiring muscle instead of trying to improve himself as a man and as a person. He might be a type that is bankrupt morally, but isn't necessarily inherently evil, just heavily misguided and a slave to his own compulsion and lusts. Deep down inside however, he is likely really lonely, and is perhaps trying to find that certain someone even now.

He's reinvented himself nowadays with a bit of a higher aspiration in life, now he wants to be the top dog, sort of like president Shinra, and thus he's gotten himself in more legitimate (and still some illegitimate) affairs. Since he nearly lost his life, he tries to aspire to something more finally, though he's got a long road ahead to anything moral or decent, he sometimes funds actual decent organizations and efforts, such as the research for new and cleaner, more efficient fuel sources. He has an eye ahead for the future, and thinks ahead, a bit better than some people, due to his own inherent quick thinking and problem solving skills. He didn't become the don of beneath the plate just for no reason, after all. He's still a devious horndog with few limits, however.

=Abilities=

His combat portion mainly consists of his personal security force, which he is never without. Beyond that, there is his financial empire, which grows along with his mens magazine's reader base. He has considerable resources in the dept of money, manpower and holdings.

Of other note is his rings--the many rings he so vainly keeps on multiple fingers on each hand are home to his personal materia, one in particular is a pearlescent pink, it's effect beguiles ladies into bubbly, cheerful models and in generally do as he asks. Rather predictably, it only works on women. This won't work if the person is trying to attack him personally and is already angry/excited, the strength of it is just moderate and is not all-consuming. It isn't something that turns people into mindless zombies, just sort of has a hypnotic effect, with a few eccentricities like the bimbo-ey type added effect.

=Notable Run-ins=

*Deelel: Did I mention I'm also plug and play?
*Alise: Here's to you, kid.
*Chita: Follow the white rabbit.

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}

*Small note, I wasn't the Corneo here in the logs/cutscenes dated 2012, just from December 2013 till now, so um, I didn't do it, basically! But yeah, that wasn't me, and no idea what was going on there.

= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Don Corneo

2014-03-14T06:08:00Z

Ruby69:

Don Corneo

2014-03-14T01:24:26Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Albert
|middlename="Don"
|lastname=Corneo
|age=38
|image=Don_Corneo.png
|imageoptions=250px
|caption=Apex Predator
|species=Human, probably.
|sex=All Man, baby.
|height=5'2"
|weight=180lbs
|series=FF7
|styles=Patsies
|hometown=Midgar
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Allied with no one, not even himself.
|occupation=Publicist
|themesong=Don of the Slums
|quote=If you didn't have Corneo you'd have to invent 'em!
|footer=Sleazing around Manhattan, cuttin' deals with Turks. Always looking for new material for KINGS magazine.
}}

=History=

Don Corneo was a mobster in Midgar who was sought out by the president of Shinra (either directly or through his subordinates, though the President /was/ rumored to visit the Honeybee Inn, an establishment both men frequented) to spy on the members of AVALANCHE since they were causing trouble for the company. It was a pretty sweet deal, just hang out in the sector 6 slums, which he basically owned, and send out his spies here and there to get info on where the Avalanche was operating. Of course then the world fell and a lot of his plans and his base of operations went to pot. He barely made it out alive, having suffered injuries in the process which forced him to use a wheelchair for a time until he received surgery.

He was forced to move away from the fallen Midgar, taking up residence and rebuilding his criminal organization from basically scratch. These were dark times for the former Don as he had to work his way up again, though the whole mafia gig just wasn't as easy as it was in such a cesspool like Midgar. He entered a depression during this period of sorts when he was still confined to the chair, trying to manage a gang. Not being able to get around for the time being, he was left with handling elements of organized crime such as human trafficking, drugs, and the like, but something was still missing... women.

Alone with various magazines, obscene and not, he began to try and hatch a plan to reinvent himself and get himself out of his rut, in which he conceived the idea of KINGS magazine. Working his way up from former mafia don to publicist took a while, but he eventually got there and remade his dastardly fortune, and even had the good fortune of enlisting a unit of former SOLDIER 3rd and 2nd Class that had left Shinra around the time of Genesis's r

Currently, he operates out of his mobile base, affectionately christened 'The Honey Bee', a giant Zeppelin which functions as his home, office, and the deployment center for his security forces and his meeting ground for any illicit dealings with subordinates in the criminal underground, whom he still has dealings with.

=Personality=

Corneo is at heart a lonely, if perverted little man. His father was likely a similar mafia figure, but Corneo was never a cut above the rest as a child, and his father was likely the one wielding a lot of the muscle in the organization, a sharp contrast to Corneo's short stature and relative un-intimidating physical prowess. Thus, he learned to play things as a mastermind, and just hire men if he needed something done physically, like people beaten up, protection money collected, or protection. He was always on the look out for the hottest ladies (to make him feel better, and sooth his budding Napoleon Complex) and to generally nurse his overblown sense of vanity and constant quest to own things... and people.

Added to this is his intense greed and desire for women, and you have an interesting explosive cocktail of compulsiveness, obsession, inability to recognize his own ill deeds and failures. He can't live up to what he was told to aspire to be like his dad, and so he covers this up, with the money, women, and simply hiring muscle instead of trying to improve himself as a man and as a person. He might be a type that is bankrupt morally, but isn't necessarily inherently evil, just heavily misguided and a slave to his own compulsion and lusts. Deep down inside however, he is likely really lonely, and is perhaps trying to find that certain someone even now.

He's reinvented himself nowadays with a bit of a higher aspiration in life, now he wants to be the top dog, sort of like president Shinra, and thus he's gotten himself in more legitimate (and still some illegitimate) affairs. Since he nearly lost his life, he tries to aspire to something more finally, though he's got a long road ahead to anything moral or decent, he sometimes funds actual decent organizations and efforts, such as the research for new and cleaner, more efficient fuel sources. He has an eye ahead for the future, and thinks ahead, a bit better than some people, due to his own inherent quick thinking and problem solving skills. He didn't become the don of beneath the plate just for no reason, after all. He's still a devious horndog with few limits, however.

=Notable Run-ins=

*Deelel: Did I mention I'm also plug and play?
*Alise: Here's to you, kid.
*Chita: Follow the white rabbit.

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

Chasing Rabbits

2014-03-13T04:53:14Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2014/03/12
|Location=Alexandria - Residential District
|Synopsis=Searching for info on a stolen sword for the Turks, Corneo encounters a certain Viera in Alexandria.
|Cast of Characters=Don Corneo, Chita
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' It's early in the morning and most people aren't out and about yet. A few business here and there are starting to open. Those that are tend to be the night owls, or city guard and such. Soldiers, etc. Vagrants. As well as a fellow of decent height with a set of tall ears. The Viera was currently freshly showered and looking rather happy with himself for a change. No bags under his eyes, not that such could be seen given the silk cloth he had covering them, a clean set of clothing in the form of a loose set of pants and shirt as well as a cloak around himself to keep warm in the high mountainous air. And a large staff that he seemed to be using to walking along with. Anyone who knew him well enough knew he couldn't see for the time being. Those who didn't know him may be surprised by such. He was getting along at a decent enough pace, however, walking along side a large red Chocobo who he kept one hand on. As he walked along he seemed to be listening and trying to figure out where things were. He was trying to get towards the shop district, but it didn't help that his Chocobo wasn't /that/ smart. He knew basic commands, that way, this way, etc. But 'Go to the shopping district' was beyond the bird.

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' The Don isn't much for traveling on an empty stomach, so when the search brings him and his entourage to Alexandria, his first idea is: Where the hell can I get me some decent coffee in this burg? Walking in with his fur coat open and smoking a cigarette in a black enamelled cigarette holder hanging out of one corner of his mouth, the don begins to ask directions and look around. Of course, while he's in here, he can always try and find some action too. Action and coffee, and maybe some bagels. Do they even make those here?? "Zip up your parkas boys, so cold here we'll never get out of here alive," he mutters off handedly, the two security guys in arctic camouflage fatigues don't look very excited or worried. Of course, as he tries to steer himself around a large red chocobo that was moving down the road, he might eventually bump into a certain viera. "Oh erm, my apologies err, miss?" he might have been misled by the Viera's svelte features, but then again he is known for that sort of thing.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' The Chocobo doesn't seem to move much when others approach it from behind, seemingly used to the notion of people walking around it. The foul smell of the cigarette caused Chita to crinkle his nose, but he was polite enough not to mention it. Yet when suddenly he's bumped against he shuffles a bit to the side and catches himself quickly on the Chocobo's saddle before saying softly, "It is fine." then a small laugh, "It has been a while since I was mistaken for a female, though." His voice was soft, not quite feminine, but certainly not the gruff male tone that most guys had, or deep. "In case you are unaware, though... whatever smokable thing you were around last, if you are not smoking it now, smells terrible. You should try something more woody or fragrant instead if you feel you must." A bit of advice on his part, probably not going to be taken well or told to piss off, if his experience with such holds true.

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' These cigarettes don't smell fowl! they're fine Gysahl clove, damnit. "Huh? Oh, terribly sorry, I keep being told I need glasses, I..." he peters out as he listened to the viera speak, noticing the ears. He waved a hand to his aides that he didn't require their services, so they held back. "What, you don't like it?" he took his cigarette holder and gestured to it, looking over the individual again to notice the blindfold. Typically, he might have been a tad surprised someone commented on his smoking, but he was curious. "So I see," he takes the cigarette out of the holder before flicking it, not wanting to lose this opportunity, he was talking with a viera after all, maybe he could get some information. "You have an injury there, I see?" he gestured with a finger to the silk blindfold, least that's what he assumed it was, maybe he was just into sensory deprivation, who knew?

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "I can understand such well enough." He nodded upwards as if hinting towards his eyes. And, of course, he mentions that eventually after remarking about not liking it. "I apologize, nothing personal, but my kind tend to smell things a lot more clearly than others do. I can only assume you are a hume, so for all I know it might smell nice to you." The remark of the injury confused him a little, patting around his clothing as if trying to figure out what. With the blindfold on he couldn't see. "Injury? Did I cut myself and not realize it, or... are you talking about my eyes? If that is the case, it is an old injury. Do you happen to know where the shopping district is? The way I was going, or... am I going the wrong way? While my Chocobo is good for a fair bit, telling him to take me shopping hardly works well enough." Thankfully the source of that cigarette was flicked away, even if Senra the chocobo seemed mildly interested in it. Perhaps it was the faint gyshal smell to it. He didn't make a dash though, too well trained.

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Well sure, so, you got hurt there? Sorry to hear that, actually--I don't know what I'd do if something happened to my eyes, it'd interfere too much with my work!" Don cocked his head to the side. "Eh? oh no, I just rolled into town myself, well, my ship docked here, was going to try and find a coffee, maybe a frappacino, somethin'. Say, you happen to know where any of the action is in this town?" he pocketed that fine black enamelled cigarette holder back into it's case and into the breast pocket of his coat. Waving a hand through the air, he nodded. "Boys, go ask someone where the shopping district is!" he called to his two security aides, who stood there for a few moments before ambling off at his orders, damn boss, always making them do everything... "So, while they're doing that, might you know where to find some other Vierans? I'm called the Don, publicist of King's magazine, was looking to hire one for a photo shoot," he nodded.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' Chita listened and let go of his stave in favor of simply leaning with his back against the Chocobo, the wooden stave resting alongside him as well. As of the moment, he was paying attention to Corneo as that seemed the conversation at hand. "Coffee... there are some little coffee places further back in the direction I was coming from, though I prefer the tea. Action, though..." he wasn't quite certain what the shorter fellow meant and thus could only shake his head, "I am not sure about the entertainment of Alexandria. I heard something a while back about a theater, but I could not say for certain. I am only passing through." As the others left to find out he felt a bit guilty about it but said nothing, figuring in the end it would be useful. The next question surprised him and he shook his head, "No, no, I do not associate with other Viera much. However, you would have better luck in Fluorgis if that is your wish, or Rabanastre." then something sparked... Don... Kings... wasn't that something to do with that Honeybee Inn he'd heard about a while back and went to? ... by Goug. Perhaps it was simply chance, but not something he really wanted to find out. He'll have to find some way to get out of here if he had the chance, but could he even successfully evade these people if it came down to it?

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Ah, that's okay, sure my boys there will find out," Don nodded his head, the two heavies he was with having strolled off to ask questions from some of the street vendors or the like. "You say you don't see many other viera, eh? I know what you mean, I've been trying to get a few in my magazine for so long, it's like you guys all live out in the woods, or somethin'!" he raised a hand to his face and rubbed at the stubble there, tapping his foot in thought. "Not sure huh? well I'll find something I'm sure, I always do," he brightened just a little. "So, what's your name? you say the tea is great around here?" he drank tea occasionally, too, though he wanted strong coffee at the moment, well, that and whatever else captured his fancy, he was a man of few needs. Money, women, and uh... well, women.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "Indeed. I cannot stay too terribly long as I have a ladyfriend back at the inn I stayed at last night. I stepped out early with the hopes of finding us something for breakfast and perhaps getting her a gift, but I seem to have misplaced my sight and sense of direction. Perhaps I should have simply told my Chocobo to go find some food and go from there. My name...?" He went from 'looking' towards his Chocobo, giving it a pat on the side, to facing Corneo. He didn't really want to give his name, but he can't very well lie due to Hades' curse. "Evja is a name I have not used in a while." Which was entirely true, and hardly deceptive. It wasn't his name, but it was a name he'd used. "I am not much on sharing my own name to those I do not know, I am sure you can understand. So hard to know these days if I can trust people in this new world, even with simple things like a name."

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Oh yeah? Hey that's fine, I was just trying to be friendly and all," The don put his hands up a little defensively, having noted the viera's reaction. "It's no problem, y'know if you weren't uhm, a little disabled there," he paused to try and be respectful of the man's perceived blindness, "I might ask ya if you wanted to join my crew, I always need strong types that don't mind being security," he stepped back a little, looking down the street as his aides were returning, likely with directions. "I totally understand, just can't trust people these days," he seemed to agree. "You ever do anything like that before? fight with a gun or a sword?" he thought for a moment, before adding, "Or bow?" Vieras used bows a lot, right? Well he knew they used those fancy rapiers too, that was from what he'd heard and seen off hand, anyway.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' The attempt to be polite caused Chita to laugh a bit before the job offer came and he added in, "No, thank you though. I have a job already, although I am not sure for how long. It is more a legacy job at this point, I still get paid though I am not quite doing what I got hired on to do before the worlds conjoined. And while yes, I have... I can use swords or spears. I was never much on guns, too loud for my taste." He pointed up to his ears, "And powder was never a nice smell. Perhaps one day if I found a nice, quiet gun I might switch, but until that day." Turning a bit, Chita holds onto Senra's saddle and hefts himself up before adding, "Oh, and just because I am blind, it does not mean I cannot defend myself." Hold out his right hand, a large crystalline sword appeared. If Corneo was /really/ familiar with other nations, he might notice it was a Judge sword from one of the Ivalices/Jylland. He thought about it a moment and threw the sword towards the ground in the direction Corneo flicked his cigarette. He wasn't quite sure where it'd bounced to, but he'd heard the light sound of it hitting the ground and hadn't moved since. "Close to hitting the cigar or cigarette you discarded, I imagine?" It /was/ actually relatively close, though he did miss it. But for a blind fellow it might come across as pretty accurate.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' Of note, the sword slid into the cobbles as if it cut through them easily, but there was no real damage to the stones.

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Woah hey! that's pretty good, you got some special sword skill there, then? Where'd you learn to do that?" Don had to wave off his guards again, one bending low to whisper into his ear. "Oh, hey, they said the market place is thattaway," he jerked his thumb back over his shoulder, toward the townsquare. "That's some pretty hot stuff there," he noticed with a bit of surprise that his cigarette from before was cloven in two now. He admired two metal prongs on each side of the blade that was probably used for catching the opponents blade, he figured. He didn't really know, it's not like he used too many himself. "Well damn, if you'd agree to it I might even ask to hire you, if you can do stuff like that," he thought about it, looking up. "Ah, you gotta get back to your lady, right? My bad, totally forgot," he nodded a little stepping away.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "A Bangaa I used to have when I was in a clan taught me how to use swords, and spears. I had no real affinity for magic so I went towards the Dragoons lean of fighting." The sword vanished and reappeared in his hand before it vanished back to wherever it came from. "I will keep such in mind if I ever lose my current job. But yes, I really should go. Can you point to where you said again? My Chocobo can take over from that." And with that he gives the Chocobo a tap of the foot on one side and says, "Go that way." and turns his head towards Corneo to recieve the direction before heading off in just that direction, if given.

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Huh? oh sure," The Don pointed down the street, opposite of the way he'd come, turning back around again. "You take care now," Corneo takes that case out of his breast pocket again and lights up another clove cigarette with a grin as he heads off, apparently done scouting around for the time being. Time for a brew, or maybe a coffee, or maybe both--and then maybe a babe, or maybe a babe and a brew, who knows~

Alise meets the Don

2014-03-12T22:38:32Z

Ruby69:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2014/03/10
|Location=The Honey Bee
|Synopsis=Alise heads over to Southern Manhattan to meet with the Don in his cool as heck dirigible to ask him to do some informant work for her.
|Cast of Characters=Don Corneo, Alise
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' It's hard being a magazine editor! or rather the owner of said magazine. You got editorial content to look over, calls and arrangements to make, spider solitaire, looking over portfolios of varies potential models, it's a wonder how anyone gets anything done! Especially when it comes to his attention that a TURK wants to see him. Well anyone who was anyone knew that they meant business, but this wasn't all, it was a FEMALE TURK ontop of that. Well damn, just couldn't let a meeting like this get passed by, right? Alise will find that meeting directly with the Don in his quarters is quite easy, escorted right into the Honey Bee by several of his aides and security personnel. "Well, hello nurse, what can I do for you, miss er...?" the Don is the first to speak up, looking up from his desk where he'd been playing solitaire.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' Even before the fall of Midgar into this bizarre mashup of disparate worlds the Don had something of a reputation. A peddler of the seedier things in life, often basked in the neon glow of the undercity's red light district where alcohol, love, and more importantly, information flow freely for the right price. It was his talent for acquiring the latter that earned him ShinRa's protection. However, it would seem even without their handsome payments for dirt on the terrorist organization AVALANCHE the man has done well for himself. Alise walks briskly through the expansive mansion-like rooms and halls that make up the surprisingly roomy interior of the Honey Bee. Her eyes drift occasionally to the various pieces of art and lavish furniature that decorate the place but her expression remains a stone-faced mask of business. She doesn't seem particularly put off at the security escort. Men like Corneo are always paranoid. "Alise will do," she answers with a faint smile as the doors close to the Don's personal quarters. A hand reaches up to remove the pair of thin glasses resting on her nose, settling them into her hair as one might do with sunshades. "Quite the place you have here."

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' It would appear this is almost a different sort of Don, what with the classiness of the place, this wasn't exactly seedy, though it was perhaps a little too extravagant for what it was. It almost seemed as if the Don wasn't looking at her at first, but when he finally does look up at her face he has to do a double take. "Woah, hello there, you're a TURK as I understand it?" the man's security personnel are swiftly motioned away, the door shutting behind them and suddenly there is an almost palpable silence in the room. "So uhm, what do I owe this heavenly presence into my humble erm abode?" he gestured with a hand decked out in rings to the expansive office around them.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' Alise's good humor doesn't waiver in the face of the Don's wandering gaze; if anything, she seems slightly amused. A soft chuckle escapes as she crosses her arms under her chest, ever so slightly squeezing them together in a manner that gives some definition to her curves even through the thick fabric of her business suit. The move is nonchalant and could easily be mistaken for a natural resting posture. "My, my, and you're a charmer too, I see. There's no need for flattery, Don - you don't mind if I call you Don, do you?" Stalking forward confidently, Alise moves right past her host and slowly begins to circle the room, taking in the various artworks and paintings. "Well, to be perfectly honest, Don, we've had a bit of trouble with a certain individual recently. I know you're a busy man but I was hoping to impose upon you for some information."

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Not at all, It's kind of like an old title of mine really," the don smiled back cordially, his full attention on the lady--well, girl really, she didn't even seem to be late thirties yet, even, at least not to him. While she has him on the edge of his seat, he does sit and rap his fingers against the edge of his desk as he hears her out. "And you are, miss?" he seemed to have missed her name, though it's probably surprising he even bothered to ask, most people he didn't. Who has the time to dwell on names these days, really? "You need info eh? Something like the where abouts of someone or something in particular?" he turned himself with his chair a bit to sort of follow her as she walked around, leaning back in the chair and idly toying with a black enamel cigarette holder, replacing the old filter stuck in it with a fresh clove cigarette.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' "Alise," she reminds him casually. "And you are correct. We are looking for someone. A thief who has taken something very dangerous from us." The Turk completes her circuit of the room, making sure not to touch anything - collectors get very snippy about that sort of thing she finds - and makes her way back over to his desk. She finds a nearby chair and seats herself, crossing one leg over the other in a demure fashion though, as her ensemble consists of a pair of dress trousers instead of a skirt, she's hardly at risk of damaging her modesty. "There will, of course, be a reward for any pertinent information you can provide for us."

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Right, sorry about that," the shortish stocky man nodded quickly, keeping his attention on the lady--and the problem she spoek of at hand. Once she was done speaking he nodded a little and began. "I see, well I am sorry you've become the victim of thievery, and I will pledge to assist in whatever fashion I can!" he stuck his index finger up adamantly about this, putting on a bit of a authoritive tone there. "I just might need to do a bit of research on the problem, what did you say was taken from you? and do you have any idea on who might have stolen it?" he slid a pad of paper over and drew up a pen out of one of the desk drawers, looking attentive.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' Alise smiles coyly at the Don's enthusism. "Glad to hear it, I knew you were the right person to turn to." The woman pulls aside one of the flaps of her jacket and withdraws a small rectangular cellphone from the interior pocket. The motion leaves her jacket rather slack and more thoroughly exposes the white dress shirt underneath which has been almost strategically left unbuttoned just far enough to be tantalizing but not too revealing. Alise seems not to notice as she runs her thumb over the phone's touch pad to call up the relevant information. "Ah, here we are. The individual in question is a male member of the vieran species by the name of 'Chita'. He claims to be a Judge from Arcades - their title for members of the law enforcement branch - but as far as we know that has never been substantiated. What we do know is that he is a very outspoken and meddlesome creature who fancies himself a hero. Of Justice or some such nonsense. Regardless of his delusions of grandeur, this creature has stolen something from our R&D department. A sword, to be precise." Alise tucks the phone back into her jacket. "We need that sword back. The exact nature of its properties has yet to be determined and considering its origins... well, let's just say that it has a great potential for causing problems."

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' It cannot be stated that the Don's attention is rather fixated on this one, though it seemed to be at least divided between her and the cellphone for a few moments. He listened carefully to what she said, before he nodded a little. "Huh, okay. So this person calls themselves a judge and stole a valuable sword, wouldn't happen to be one of those keyblades would it? I didn't think you could steal those so easily," he tweezed the cigarette holder between his squat fingers and exhaled a short plume of smoke, waving it off to not get any near the lady if she wasn't a smoker, though she definitely /looked/ like one, am I right folks?! Ahem, anyway. "So, what? Find him, break his legs, kill 'em, get the item back? which is it? all of the above?" he seemed to be serious enough when it came to business, apparently.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' Alise shakes her head a couple times. "No, it is not a keyblade. As far as we are aware, those weapons cannot be stolen from their wielders. This is something different altogether. A product of one of our... less scrupulous scientific minds." Again the Don's eagerness to please gives the Turk reason to smile. "No, nothing like that. All we require is information on his whereabouts. The sword in his possession could be very dangerous, we wouldn't want to place our valued allies in harm's way without good cause. If you obtain any information on either his or the sword's whereabouts, please, contact us immediately." Alise delves into her jacket pockets again and produces a small white business card. It contains merely her name, title, and a phone number. "My line is always open."

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Oh, well I see, I think I could do a bit of looking around for your lost property," the Don'st one turns a bit more upstanding and business-like as this is understood, reaching over with a slight grunt to slide the business card she offered over to himself and studying it. He nodded a few times as he looked it over and then leaned back with a relaxed sigh. "Well, I'll be sure to send you a message as soon as I learn anything, I assume you'd want to be told in person, privately, no paper trail, yes?" he tilted his head a little to her and seemed to think this would probably be the best way to go about it. "Of course, I rarely seek compensation for such things like this with just money," the way he said it might make it seem like he's got other things in mind than just being paid for this. Uh oh.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' Here it comes. That famous sleazy libido that the Don was known for in the past. It seems you can take the man out of the slums... Perhaps surprisingly, Alise doesn't seem upset or insulted by the insinuation. Her smile shifts into more of a mischievious smirk and she leans forward a little, almost conspiratorily. "I'm sure we can come to some sort of... equitable arrangement, Don. Never let it be said that the Turks are unflexible in their dealings."

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Ahh good, so I see I'm dealing with a professional here," the Don nodded quickly, picking the card up she passed him and scrutinizing it just a bit more, then scrutinizing her a bit more. "As for what we could do for eachother, I was wondering if you've ever done any work in modeling?" the stout man leaned over the desk again, as if this was the first time he'd looked at her closely. He gave her a once over and nodded a little. "Yes, I'm sure we could help eachother with a lucrative and mutually benificial business deal, at that," he hopped up from his chair and walked around the desk, his arms tucked behind his back, coming over to her side.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' The Turk quirks an eyebrow as if slightly surprised by the proposition and leans back in her chair with a thoughtful expression. Of course, she's fully been expecting something of this nature. ShinRa knows the personality quirks of those it employs quite well. Compared to some of the things she's done for the sake of completing a mission in the past, however, posing for a camera in some suggestive outfits would rate pretty low on the difficulty factor. "Modeling? No, you'd be the first to offer." Alise rises to her feet at the Don's approach and crosses her arms, still smiling. "But you are correct, I am a professional. If that is what you require then I will do my best to accomodate. Just try to keep it in good taste, hmm?"

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Oh you poor thing! No one's seen to it to offer you a chance like this before! Well, I can tell you that we just don't take anyone in King's magazine," the Don grinned a bit reservedly and patted his front. "No no, not just any models in my publication, we pride ourselves on new and raw talent," he then gestured toward Alise, grinning broadly. "I knew you were a star when you walked in the room, I knew it!" he seemed to be quite excited at this, perhaps even so much that he had to tone himself down a bit. "Ahem, well when I have some info for you I will let you know of course, and we'll discuss the whereabouts of the sword and the thief proper," he nodded quickly, looking to intend to guide her out personally, before he remembered almost as an afterthought. "Good taste? My dear we have only the best taste!" though this could be a bit of an exaggeration on the Don's part, heh.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' Alise chuckles again at the obvious flattery. "Hmm, I'll have to take your word for it." She allows herself to be led towards the door, pausing long enough to respond to his final assurances. "Glad to hear it," she says truthfully. Even if she is willing to take one for the team on this matter the last thing she needs to have to explain is photographs that are a little /too/ revealing. "I'll be looking forwards to hearing from you about this matter." She parts with a wink and a little wave, playing up the part perhaps a bit too much, but there's no time for regrets now. Alise follows the gaggle of guards and secretaries back through the luxurious ship and disembarks after a few minutes when it sets down again. She watches the Honey Bee rise back into the sky for a little while before turning away and heading towards the nearest alleyway. The cellphone is removed from her interior pocket and she dials a number by memory, holding up the flat piece of electronics to her ear for a few moments. "This is Alise. The deal is done. Corneo should have his men sweeping for the target soon. That's right. Alright. Bye." The phone is put away, not in the pocket as before, but on a clip at her belt where it is usually stored. A tie is produced from her pocket and, after rebuttoning her shirt, she affixes the length of cloth around her neck once more with practiced ease. Finally, she replaces her glasses on the bridge of her nose and gives a final smooth-down to the front of her suit before stepping out into the sea of human traffic that populates Manhattan's streets, vanishing amid the crowd.

Alise meets the Don

2014-03-12T22:36:49Z

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|Date of Scene=2014/03/10
|Location=The Honey Bee <HB>
|Synopsis=Alise heads over to Southern Manhattan to meet with the Don in his cool as heck dirigible to ask him to do some informant work for her.
|Cast of Characters=Don Corneo, Alise
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' It's hard being a magazine editor! or rather the owner of said magazine. You got editorial content to look over, calls and arrangements to make, spider solitaire, looking over portfolios of varies potential models, it's a wonder how anyone gets anything done! Especially when it comes to his attention that a TURK wants to see him. Well anyone who was anyone knew that they meant business, but this wasn't all, it was a FEMALE TURK ontop of that. Well damn, just couldn't let a meeting like this get passed by, right? Alise will find that meeting directly with the Don in his quarters is quite easy, escorted right into the Honey Bee by several of his aides and security personnel. "Well, hello nurse, what can I do for you, miss er...?" the Don is the first to speak up, looking up from his desk where he'd been playing solitaire.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' Even before the fall of Midgar into this bizarre mashup of disparate worlds the Don had something of a reputation. A peddler of the seedier things in life, often basked in the neon glow of the undercity's red light district where alcohol, love, and more importantly, information flow freely for the right price. It was his talent for acquiring the latter that earned him ShinRa's protection. However, it would seem even without their handsome payments for dirt on the terrorist organization AVALANCHE the man has done well for himself. Alise walks briskly through the expansive mansion-like rooms and halls that make up the surprisingly roomy interior of the Honey Bee. Her eyes drift occasionally to the various pieces of art and lavish furniature that decorate the place but her expression remains a stone-faced mask of business. She doesn't seem particularly put off at the security escort. Men like Corneo are always paranoid. "Alise will do," she answers with a faint smile as the doors close to the Don's personal quarters. A hand reaches up to remove the pair of thin glasses resting on her nose, settling them into her hair as one might do with sunshades. "Quite the place you have here."

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' It would appear this is almost a different sort of Don, what with the classiness of the place, this wasn't exactly seedy, though it was perhaps a little too extravagant for what it was. It almost seemed as if the Don wasn't looking at her at first, but when he finally does look up at her face he has to do a double take. "Woah, hello there, you're a TURK as I understand it?" the man's security personnel are swiftly motioned away, the door shutting behind them and suddenly there is an almost palpable silence in the room. "So uhm, what do I owe this heavenly presence into my humble erm abode?" he gestured with a hand decked out in rings to the expansive office around them.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' Alise's good humor doesn't waiver in the face of the Don's wandering gaze; if anything, she seems slightly amused. A soft chuckle escapes as she crosses her arms under her chest, ever so slightly squeezing them together in a manner that gives some definition to her curves even through the thick fabric of her business suit. The move is nonchalant and could easily be mistaken for a natural resting posture. "My, my, and you're a charmer too, I see. There's no need for flattery, Don - you don't mind if I call you Don, do you?" Stalking forward confidently, Alise moves right past her host and slowly begins to circle the room, taking in the various artworks and paintings. "Well, to be perfectly honest, Don, we've had a bit of trouble with a certain individual recently. I know you're a busy man but I was hoping to impose upon you for some information."

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Not at all, It's kind of like an old title of mine really," the don smiled back cordially, his full attention on the lady--well, girl really, she didn't even seem to be late thirties yet, even, at least not to him. While she has him on the edge of his seat, he does sit and rap his fingers against the edge of his desk as he hears her out. "And you are, miss?" he seemed to have missed her name, though it's probably surprising he even bothered to ask, most people he didn't. Who has the time to dwell on names these days, really? "You need info eh? Something like the where abouts of someone or something in particular?" he turned himself with his chair a bit to sort of follow her as she walked around, leaning back in the chair and idly toying with a black enamel cigarette holder, replacing the old filter stuck in it with a fresh clove cigarette.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' "Alise," she reminds him casually. "And you are correct. We are looking for someone. A thief who has taken something very dangerous from us." The Turk completes her circuit of the room, making sure not to touch anything - collectors get very snippy about that sort of thing she finds - and makes her way back over to his desk. She finds a nearby chair and seats herself, crossing one leg over the other in a demure fashion though, as her ensemble consists of a pair of dress trousers instead of a skirt, she's hardly at risk of damaging her modesty. "There will, of course, be a reward for any pertinent information you can provide for us."

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Right, sorry about that," the shortish stocky man nodded quickly, keeping his attention on the lady--and the problem she spoek of at hand. Once she was done speaking he nodded a little and began. "I see, well I am sorry you've become the victim of thievery, and I will pledge to assist in whatever fashion I can!" he stuck his index finger up adamantly about this, putting on a bit of a authoritive tone there. "I just might need to do a bit of research on the problem, what did you say was taken from you? and do you have any idea on who might have stolen it?" he slid a pad of paper over and drew up a pen out of one of the desk drawers, looking attentive.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' Alise smiles coyly at the Don's enthusism. "Glad to hear it, I knew you were the right person to turn to." The woman pulls aside one of the flaps of her jacket and withdraws a small rectangular cellphone from the interior pocket. The motion leaves her jacket rather slack and more thoroughly exposes the white dress shirt underneath which has been almost strategically left unbuttoned just far enough to be tantalizing but not too revealing. Alise seems not to notice as she runs her thumb over the phone's touch pad to call up the relevant information. "Ah, here we are. The individual in question is a male member of the vieran species by the name of 'Chita'. He claims to be a Judge from Arcades - their title for members of the law enforcement branch - but as far as we know that has never been substantiated. What we do know is that he is a very outspoken and meddlesome creature who fancies himself a hero. Of Justice or some such nonsense. Regardless of his delusions of grandeur, this creature has stolen something from our R&D department. A sword, to be precise." Alise tucks the phone back into her jacket. "We need that sword back. The exact nature of its properties has yet to be determined and considering its origins... well, let's just say that it has a great potential for causing problems."

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' It cannot be stated that the Don's attention is rather fixated on this one, though it seemed to be at least divided between her and the cellphone for a few moments. He listened carefully to what she said, before he nodded a little. "Huh, okay. So this person calls themselves a judge and stole a valuable sword, wouldn't happen to be one of those keyblades would it? I didn't think you could steal those so easily," he tweezed the cigarette holder between his squat fingers and exhaled a short plume of smoke, waving it off to not get any near the lady if she wasn't a smoker, though she definitely /looked/ like one, am I right folks?! Ahem, anyway. "So, what? Find him, break his legs, kill 'em, get the item back? which is it? all of the above?" he seemed to be serious enough when it came to business, apparently.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' Alise shakes her head a couple times. "No, it is not a keyblade. As far as we are aware, those weapons cannot be stolen from their wielders. This is something different altogether. A product of one of our... less scrupulous scientific minds." Again the Don's eagerness to please gives the Turk reason to smile. "No, nothing like that. All we require is information on his whereabouts. The sword in his possession could be very dangerous, we wouldn't want to place our valued allies in harm's way without good cause. If you obtain any information on either his or the sword's whereabouts, please, contact us immediately." Alise delves into her jacket pockets again and produces a small white business card. It contains merely her name, title, and a phone number. "My line is always open."

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Oh, well I see, I think I could do a bit of looking around for your lost property," the Don'st one turns a bit more upstanding and business-like as this is understood, reaching over with a slight grunt to slide the business card she offered over to himself and studying it. He nodded a few times as he looked it over and then leaned back with a relaxed sigh. "Well, I'll be sure to send you a message as soon as I learn anything, I assume you'd want to be told in person, privately, no paper trail, yes?" he tilted his head a little to her and seemed to think this would probably be the best way to go about it. "Of course, I rarely seek compensation for such things like this with just money," the way he said it might make it seem like he's got other things in mind than just being paid for this. Uh oh.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' Here it comes. That famous sleazy libido that the Don was known for in the past. It seems you can take the man out of the slums... Perhaps surprisingly, Alise doesn't seem upset or insulted by the insinuation. Her smile shifts into more of a mischievious smirk and she leans forward a little, almost conspiratorily. "I'm sure we can come to some sort of... equitable arrangement, Don. Never let it be said that the Turks are unflexible in their dealings."

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Ahh good, so I see I'm dealing with a professional here," the Don nodded quickly, picking the card up she passed him and scrutinizing it just a bit more, then scrutinizing her a bit more. "As for what we could do for eachother, I was wondering if you've ever done any work in modeling?" the stout man leaned over the desk again, as if this was the first time he'd looked at her closely. He gave her a once over and nodded a little. "Yes, I'm sure we could help eachother with a lucrative and mutually benificial business deal, at that," he hopped up from his chair and walked around the desk, his arms tucked behind his back, coming over to her side.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' The Turk quirks an eyebrow as if slightly surprised by the proposition and leans back in her chair with a thoughtful expression. Of course, she's fully been expecting something of this nature. ShinRa knows the personality quirks of those it employs quite well. Compared to some of the things she's done for the sake of completing a mission in the past, however, posing for a camera in some suggestive outfits would rate pretty low on the difficulty factor. "Modeling? No, you'd be the first to offer." Alise rises to her feet at the Don's approach and crosses her arms, still smiling. "But you are correct, I am a professional. If that is what you require then I will do my best to accomodate. Just try to keep it in good taste, hmm?"

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Oh you poor thing! No one's seen to it to offer you a chance like this before! Well, I can tell you that we just don't take anyone in King's magazine," the Don grinned a bit reservedly and patted his front. "No no, not just any models in my publication, we pride ourselves on new and raw talent," he then gestured toward Alise, grinning broadly. "I knew you were a star when you walked in the room, I knew it!" he seemed to be quite excited at this, perhaps even so much that he had to tone himself down a bit. "Ahem, well when I have some info for you I will let you know of course, and we'll discuss the whereabouts of the sword and the thief proper," he nodded quickly, looking to intend to guide her out personally, before he remembered almost as an afterthought. "Good taste? My dear we have only the best taste!" though this could be a bit of an exaggeration on the Don's part, heh.

:'''[[Alise]] has posed:''' Alise chuckles again at the obvious flattery. "Hmm, I'll have to take your word for it." She allows herself to be led towards the door, pausing long enough to respond to his final assurances. "Glad to hear it," she says truthfully. Even if she is willing to take one for the team on this matter the last thing she needs to have to explain is photographs that are a little /too/ revealing. "I'll be looking forwards to hearing from you about this matter." She parts with a wink and a little wave, playing up the part perhaps a bit too much, but there's no time for regrets now. Alise follows the gaggle of guards and secretaries back through the luxurious ship and disembarks after a few minutes when it sets down again. She watches the Honey Bee rise back into the sky for a little while before turning away and heading towards the nearest alleyway. The cellphone is removed from her interior pocket and she dials a number by memory, holding up the flat piece of electronics to her ear for a few moments. "This is Alise. The deal is done. Corneo should have his men sweeping for the target soon. That's right. Alright. Bye." The phone is put away, not in the pocket as before, but on a clip at her belt where it is usually stored. A tie is produced from her pocket and, after rebuttoning her shirt, she affixes the length of cloth around her neck once more with practiced ease. Finally, she replaces her glasses on the bridge of her nose and gives a final smooth-down to the front of her suit before stepping out into the sea of human traffic that populates Manhattan's streets, vanishing amid the crowd.

Christmas Lingerie Caper

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|Date of Scene=2013/12/21
|Location=Southern Manhattan
|Synopsis=The Don goes looking for new material in Southern Manhattan, Zack gets hurt a lot.
|Cast of Characters=Tifa Lockhart, Avira, Deelel, Aerith, Don Corneo, Setzer Gabbiani, Emi Dennou, Zack Fair, Adrian Meshia
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:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' There appears to be a giant Zeppelin landed on the outskirts of central park with a large portion of the street taken over by what appears to be a little tent like area. There a lot of photographers lined up with what appear to be judges and people taking down information and handing out clip boards for people looking to join whatever it is that's going on here. Of course, also guys running around with measuring tape and checking out how tall or what sizes various women showing up are. They appear to be in uniforms too, part of some kind of security team? Big guys, burly guys, that might well be either rentacops or some kind of amusingly decked out thug squad. Don Corneo is at the middle of it, his red white-lined fur coat combatting the chill as he answers questions and gets around with the occasional use of a cane, talking animatedly and more or less being a bit of a ham for all the attention. "Thank all you lovely ladies for coming out for signups, the new magazine feature is going to be a blast! Hi-hohoho!"

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Coming through toward the park, a pair of Midgar-ians (or whatever they are called) walks past. Perhaps a bit of an oddity, mostly because of the young lady walking next to what at first glance appears to be a pile of boxes. The lady is Tifa, and she apparently got someone to carry her boxes for her today, as she went for shopping. And since the only way back to Goug is through the park from here, it would be hard to miss the zeppelin there. She hmms, and prods her partner's side "Hey, any idea what's going on over there?" There seems to be a gathering of some sorts. That is, if her friend can even see over the pile of boxes.

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' He can't, no worry about that. Zack Fair cranes his head a bit to look, but unfortunately, that stack of boxes is just *way* too big. On the other side, the only thing that can be seen is Zack's huge black spikey hair. It's practically a mane, for God's sakes. "Not a clue!" Zack replies cheerfully nonetheless. "Why? You wanna go check it out?" He isn't particularly hindered by the huge stack of boxes (SOLDIER superheroism is practical *and* practi-cool), after all; it's not like he's got anything to object to here. "Probably some kinda festival or something."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' This is probably the biggest crowd of women Avira has ever witnessed in Central Park, short of a New Kids on the Block concert. It wasn't just that there were a lot of women here. There were a lot of /attractive/ women here and as Avira looks around, she can't help but feel a little out of place. Technically, she really is. The short huntress would have firmly refused any offers baring clipboards with sign-in forms on them. No, no, she's just here to support a friend. No need. It takes thankfully little convincing to get those particular offers to stop. "Seems they might already have some security, Deelel." Avira says to her friend. "So I'll be your morale support today." With a big wide grin, Avira gives the Program two big thumbs up. More likely Avira thinks she'll have to explain confusing User World things to her.

:'''[[Adrian Meshia]] has posed:''' It's true, this location is full of women. It's also true that many men have come to watch and, yes, ogle. Adrian is not here for that purpose. Here, he doesn't look out of place in his expensive looking suit and long dark grey wool overcoat. He could probably mingle among the crowd as he wishes, but he doesn't. He keeps to the edges, circling around the crowd. He does seem to be looking at many of the women present, but it's far more calculating of a gaze rather than anything crass.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel was always interested in art and humans had some forms she'd not thought of before. Program art did not often use life subjects for the most part, images were kept at times, much like a human would keep photos and she had been curious here. She'd been eager to give it a try but she'd been wise to hire Avira as a guard after all she didn't know everyone. Thankfully Deelel at least could catch on faster than some programs might even if she still could trip over her feet often. She got back up quickly metaphorically. "It seems so but I like having someone I know and trust here as well. I also need someone to possibly hang on to my disc." That implies a very large level of trust with Avira given how discs effect a basic. "This should still be fun!"

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' Setzer... ina is still walking around, although her temper is somewhat cooled down, a sign maybe that things are finally getting back to normal. Manwhile, she was having fun. Which brought her here... Okay, the zepplelin brought him here. something was going on, and with that many women around, it was time to... go native, sort of. Walking among the crowd, she was taking in the sights, wonder if something interesting would go on... And what was up with the guy with the cane?

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' The Dennous commeth. The full swath of Network have come, perhaps in the hopes of spotting a lot of people in lingerie, or perhaps because they expect that Avira is going to be selected and maybe they'll get to tease her. Or perhaps even more likely, they expect Zack Fair will be selected and want to see him in lingerie. There's a lot of options here. The crowd move together, not unlike the Delightful Children from Down The Line. The pack moves around through the crowd, practically clearing a path through just through sheer total breadth. But ultimately the one they find first is Adrian. They notice the way he's looking at teh ladies and approach him en masse. O_O O_O O_O O_O O_O O_O

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Woah woah woah, what have we got here?" Avira's refusal to fill out any of the offered clipboards of course does not mean she hasn't lost the attention of the security, OR the Don. He comes over himself, personally flanked by two men in what look like full-length armored long coats and visored metal masks that cover a large portion of their face. They do not however ignore the don when he holds up his cigarette holder absent mindedly to the one on the left, who hurriedly replaces the old cigarette stub with a fresh one and holds a zippo lighter carefully up to it so he can light it, the cigarette holder hanging out one corner of his mouth. "And who's your smoking hot friends here?" A pair of security would usher Deelel and Setzerina up to the front, or at least try to. As he walks around Avia people make space for him, security and photographers alike, checking her out. "Hrm, might have to use some kind of tights or the like to cover these up, maybe stockings, you've done lingerie shoots before haven't you?" he gestured to the various scars and marks on Avira's dark-skinned legs. "I can see it now, the dusky jewel of Manhattan, you'll be a smash success!" he throws his hands up, eyes to the sky.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart shrugs her shoulders at Zack "Well, I can't say I'm not curious. If you don't mind, we can stop by at least." She skips a bit ahead. She's wearing her leather dress, but she doesn't have her gloves on. Which is fortunate, having them on usually means she's about to punch someone or piledrive something. Which usually isn't what you want from her. Maybe she should have stayed away if she had known two things. That its the Don (which she has met some time before), and that its about lingerie. But she ends up getting closer to the grouping, peering around curiously, with Zack in tow "What's going on over here?" She didn't notice the Don yet... despite being rather hard to miss most of the time.

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' "I'm good," Zack replies cheerfully as Tifa leads him up towards the group. Zack attempts to peek around the boxes, but to no avail; he's stuck with nothing but hearing. And, sure, Zack has really good hearing, *buuuut* it's not even close to enough to figure out what's going on. He does, however, hear the key word 'lingerie'. "Ah, it's probably some kinda fashion show or somethin'," Zack informs Tifa. "I saw one of these things getting set up last time I passed this way! Fashion's pretty in right now, apparently. Some people just don't have that natural sense of style like yours truly." He laughs.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Having 'operated' on the Grid before, Avira knows very well what happens should a Program become parted from their disc for too long. "If you need me to hold it, I guarentee that it'll be in safe hands." Avira speaks to Deelel in a low voice, careful to not really indicate to those who might be listening in nearby that Deelel's Disc is a Good Thing To Steal. In Manhattan, Avira's slowly had to become accustomed to people looking at her. Months ago it bothered her but gradually she had become desensitized to it. She wasn't unaware of the attention but it no longer bothered the formerlly very shy (!?) woman. "Deelel." Avira answers the Don, glancing to him over her shoulder. "I'm afraid the silver-haired woman isn't with me." There was something vaguely familiar about Setzer though she couldn't really place it. She'll actually follow after Deelel as she's encouraged forward, only to slow to a stop as the Don cuts in front of her. "....ummmm." Mentally she decides that Maid calendar from months ago didn't count. "No, no I haven't. I, uh, I'm actually not here to sign up, Mr. Corneo, just to give my friend a hand, y'know?" Alas, Dennous, one of their desires may be thwarted.

:'''[[Adrian Meshia]] has posed:''' Adrian is interrupted in his search by the five. It's like a swarm, they come upon him, wide eyed stares and all. The man represses a sigh. For once, he knows for an absolute fact that these girls are not who he is looking for. Only seven of them exist. Why would five of them look so much alike and be roaming about together? Madness. The dark haired man regards the five with cool eyes, wordless for a moment. His voice is far warmer than his eyes, like honey melting in a cup of tea. "Can I help you?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Six! That's one less than seven. That probably doesn't change anything. The girls look at each other and then back to Adrian. They remain oblivious to their other schemes falling through right at this moment throughout this process before they turn their heads--simultaneously--back towards Adrian. "You are watching the women. Are you a judge? The Network graciously refrains from offering the 'creep' judgement." One of them says.

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' The gambleress frowns at the sudden attention. A spark of her usual femate temper sparks as the security gets closer. "If you're thinking of touching me, think carefully, otherwise..." What follows is a small, imaginative tirade of anatomically impossible (or is is?) things that she would do to the poor guard, including poker chips, decks of cards and a roulette table. "-so, it might be better for you to ask first. And be gentle while doing it." she finished, glaring at the security guard. Even if she weren't still a woman, the tirade would be pretty similar. Can't be that hard to be a gentleman, especially since she head the word lingerie somewhere among the chatter.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel had an idea they'd be modelling off something she got that much she pause at the woman who could be Setzer's sister. She looks back to Avira and says with utter faith in her friend. "I know." She'll detach the disc and hand it to Avira. It should be fine for the duration of a show, or a photo shoot after all. "Yes I am Deelel." She follows along as she heads forward and is unaware of the Dennou's dreams at the moment some of which might confuse the poor old program.

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "What? Of course your friend can sign up, she has some uh, sleek features there!" Don nods energetically, unclear if he was talking about programs there or not. "You should really think about it too, then we can give you some hands--err give you a hand, a hand with the application!" he stumbles several times over that sentence, apparently meaning more than what he might have intended. He's already circling around Deelel and Setzerina as they are brought up, turning his head this way and that, giving them both a once over inspection, holding a hand up to gauge the exact dimensions of certain areas and all that. "Okay, so gonna need any of the ladies that are signing up for the show to head in to the tent for auditions," the Don announced, and there was a flash from a pink materia set into one of his rings, many of the women already milling into the tent itself. What kind of madness was going on here? A few of the male bystanders suddenly are wondering where the lady friends they came with are going, but are hastily shoved back by the men in security outfits, uh oh.

:'''[[Adrian Meshia]] has posed:''' The absence of 'creep' is noted. Not that he would have cared. On some level, he is absolutely a creep, but not like the collective is thinking at all. The reality is much, much worse. Adrian forces a disarming smile. If he could only make it touch his eyes, it would be far more effective. As it is, if they're not looking too closely, it may pass muster. "Ah, no. Not exactly. I am a..." Think fast, Adrian. "Agent. Perhaps one of these contestants will be suitable for my employer." Vague enough to not actually be a lie, but far enough from the truth to not be obvious. The life of a politician.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart shakes her head at Zack's flirting. Well she can't say that she doesn't enjoy it either. She usually gets on the receiving end of desperate or drunk (when not old) men, and she feels pretty at ease around Zack for this. "So are you saying I should go and try it out? If my 'natural sense of style' is that good, I'd make their show that much better, right?" She says semi-sarcastically, but she seems to consider. She looks toward the tent where the girls are going on. "Well, it might be fun to try at least." She heads in after the rest, giving a wave "Put those down for a minute at least." She smirks, before disapearing inside. She has missed the whole mention about Lingerie, but she does give a glance at Corner as she finally notices him. Is that his work somehow? Partly thanks to him, last time, she was dressed as a chocobo-girl for 3 days straight ~_~ She points at him "I better not be dressing up as a chocogirl this time."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' The Network doesn't seem to be suspectinig anything of THAT nature. They're closer to curious than wary--and Adrian's explanation is not beyond reason. One turns its head away to observe Don as he speaks. She raises her eyebrows and frowns and that frown seems a lot more wary than anything cast Adrian's way. "We know some people." The first Dennou adds. "Perhaps we could introduce you, if you want. We know they are good looking because everybody wishes to drop their pants for them, The Network has catalogued several who have expressed interest either directly or through offhanded remarks or looks."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' A warm smile forms on her face as Avira takes the disc from Deelel. Very carefully, she attaches it to one of the belts around her waist and double checks it to make sure it's secure. Somewhere along the way she unknowingly CRUSHES DENNOU DREAMS. If she knew this was actually happening, Avira might actually be a little upset! She likes the Dennous! "Sleek features /indeed/." Avira winks, "Her graphics are totally high end. We're talking 64 bit-" hey it was impressive in the 90s, "-here. Look, as for me, I don't think I really have the skin for this sort of thing." She gestures to her face and legs. "This is just the stuff you can see. It's kind of a battleground with the rest of my clothes off." She'll take to following after Deelel, at least up until the tent, "What, I can't go in to cheer her on?" A light laugh escapes her, "Come on, I promise I'll behave and won't do anything untoward with poker chips." With one hand she gestures over at Setzerina. Her little rant had not gone unheard by the huntress.

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' Zack is incredibly sensitive to sudden changes in his environment. It's not a superpower - it's literally just training, a soldier's instinct. As soon as the atmosphere changes and men start getting shoved back, Zack's eyes narrow a little bit. And then Tifa goes forward. "Woah, hey, hold on-" The pink flash. Zack puts two and two together. Despite his appearance and his general demeanor, Zack Fair has *never* been a stupid man, nor is he the sort of man to lose focus at critical points. As everything goes to hell, Zack Fair hits that critical focus moment. He almost goes for his sword, before he remembers he's got a pile of boxes from Tifa's shopping stacked higher than he can see. So instead, he takes a different track. His boot comes down on a rock. He's pretty sure this isn't going to be one of those 'talk things out' situations. So instead of wasting time arguing... Stupid SOLDIER Tricks. Zack bounces the rock up onto his foot, a grin on his face as he closes his eyes. There's a lot of noise and chaos going on in the area - but he's pretty sure he can figure out where to aim. After all, he learned this from...from...from... A momentary lapse of thought. From where? Where did he learn it from? Zack pauses for all of a second, almost fumbling. His head hurts a little. There's a rush of stars around Zack as he sends the rock flying. Never rely on skill when you can have good luck, too, right? The rock goes flying right for the only voice Zack could pinpoint: Don Corneo. Zack is *really good* at this kind of thing.

:'''[[Adrian Meshia]] has posed:''' Adrian looks at the Network carefully, weighing his options. On one hand, he could wave them off with a thank you and go about his business. On the other, they may lead him to some likely candidates. Not that he'd be able to tell at a glance. The man nods once, crisply. "Very well. I accept. Lead on, ladies."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has noticed how fast Avira has picked up on program slang and it makes her happy on some level. She plays along. "No second rate skins here let me tell you." She nods to Avira, she's seen programs with damage so bad it's left scars that couldn't be properly fixed short of Flynn himself of Clu stepping in.. She gets up to the tent for a moment as she's heading inside unaware of just what's going on with the light, nope she doesn't know just yet even as Zack starts up his thing she steps inside...

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' She can't really say she feels comfortable with the way Don looked at her... and that cane. Ye gods, THE CANE! Who was this... guy? And that pink light... "I do expect your staff to be gentlemen." she states with a predatory smile, leaving the 'or else' part unspoken, but her posture changes slightly, hinting towards someone who is used to... unpleasant situations. After all, you can't run a casino if you're not willing to do some... unpleasant things. Only to the right people, of course.

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' As Tifa is ushered into the tent to get all lingerie'd up, the security team steps in front of the huge rock headed right for the proprietor of the event, who seemed quite surprised at this! The rock breaks apart on the metal plating under one of the sec team's coats, but it looks like it hurt. "Woah, woah woah--hey no need to throw things now," The Don points distractedly at the direction of Zack as a few of the team move out to deal with him, apparently carrying what look like stun batons. "That's right lady's just head right on in, nothing to see here--so, this is Zack Fair? I think some of my friends are going to be pretty glad to meet you," the Don calls out, stepping aside as more women filed into the tent behind them. The sec team do not in fact look happy to see Zack at all, in fact, they are looking to be rather poised to ruin his face, didn't that armor they seem to be wearing under their coats look like... SOLDIERs?

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' The Dennous smile suddenly (like that scene where Lilo smiles at Bubbles the social worker), and it's gone almost as quickly as it came. They lead Adrian on towards the most eligible bachelorette (even if she's seeing someone) ((they think)). Thanks to materia mind control, they find it's a lot easier to navigate the park. "Avira!" Emi Dennou says. "The Network has found you an agent! Please inform him of all the men's hearts you've broken so that he accepts your strength in the industry, The Network requests humbly." Shida starts counting on her fingers but then gives up and tries to give her a hug.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Deelel heads unerringly into the tent and Avira is all geared up to follow. She does pause briefly, watching with some surprise as someone hurls a rock at Zack. From her vantage point, she can't quite see the spike-haired Ex-SOLDIER, Tifa's stack of boxes blocking him from her view. In retrospect, she isn't surprised that someone's come to make trouble at this event. That happened a distressing amount of times in Manhattan. Fortunately, it looks like the Don's security forces are on the case. Clearly nothing will go wrong. Turning, she's about to go after Deelel when a familiar voice calls out her name. "Emi?" she says, turning to meet Adrian and the six-pack of Dennous. "I-..what? Uh. Hold on a second, Emi, please clarify." Shida pounces upon her with a Dennou Hug. Warmly, Avira wraps her arms around her and returns the hug.

:'''[[Adrian Meshia]] has posed:''' Adrian follows, his gait smooth and almost snakelike. Weird. The crowd seems to part and the man can't tell if it's because of him or the girls. Either way, they arrive at Avira's location without incident. He keeps an eye on the scuffle, but otherwise ignores it unless (or is that until?) it spills over to his location. The rest of his attention is on Avira, giving her a once over. She does not quite seem like the type he is looking for, but the purest Hearts often hide in the oddest locations. This thought amuses him.

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' Zack has no idea who that guy is. But he does know SOLDIERs when he sees them. Or, well, hears them. There's something seriously wrong; SOLDIERs don't usually round up girls in the middle of New York City for...whoever the heck that guy is. He's not a ShinRa Elite, that's for sure; ShinRa Elites don't *do* this kind of thing. Zack takes a minute to move the boxes into one hand. His eyes flash with mako light as he dips into his pocket to grab...something? "I don't know you, pal, and I don't know your friends, but I do know this - nobody messes with girls on my watch! And you know what else I know?" Zack's lips spread in a broad grin as he tightens his hand around his Portable Handheld System. Zack flips the PHS around to display the camera. If he can't see properly, he can see just fine by proxy! Wow, that's one ugly mug. No time for that, though. "I know what a materia flash looks like. I know when somebody's playing dirty. And I know how a guy as sleazy as you operates!" "On top of that...I know how to do this!" Zack's eyes flash a brilliant green as the SOLDIERs approach. The PHS does the same, channeling the magic of the Digital Mind Wave; a moment later, there's a loud chopping sound. Above Zack's head, lines of mako energy draw themselves in the air; a moment later... A moment later there's a magical helicopter hovering over Zack's head. Zack lets out a loud whoop and thrusts the PHS upwards as the helicopter rains down machine-gun fire in a circle around him. The helicopter is being incredibly careful not to hit any of the innocents, but the SOLDIERs who are coming after him...well... ...well, Zack doesn't exactly mind killing people who are trying to kill him.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' There's alot of shuffling inside of the tent. Looks like the girls are getting all dolled up. Which includes Tifa too. But for what purpose? From Tifa's point of view, it all goes pretty fast too. Its like a blur of clothes being tossed, hairdressers and clothescrafters all busying, buzzing, and pretty much making a tornado of the whole thing. In fact, the tent is probably swaying on the outside too with the racket going on. Moments later, its a slightly-dazed Tifa, and not exactly knowing what hit her in there that stumbles out. She's wearing red boots covering a part of her lower legs, while most of the rest of her legs are bared thanks to an all-too-small red skirt, both boots and skirt lined with the white fluff that is characteristic of the holidays. For a top, all she seems to be wearing is a red ribbon that wraps around her chest, as if she was a big present ready to be unraveled. A holiday hat in red and white on her head, she seems to have received a touch up of makeup too, with a bit of blush and highlights for her skins and eyelashes. Her hair got tied up in her old fish-tail style with a white fluff too. @_@

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "He's an agent." Emi tells Avira. She thinks back. "Did we mention that?" She looks to the others. After a moment they nod in succession. "Yes, we mentioned that. This man says he's an agent." She looks back to Avira. "His name is ... .... ..." She looks back to Adrian. "...?" Shida hugs! And after a few hug moments lets go. "There was something strange. There was this pink flash. Did you notice that, Avira?" Some people don't have the right priorities, Emi thinks.

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' Setzerina giggles, even as the staff does their work on her, setting her up with some skimpy outfit. Of course, her giggling does not bode well, mostly because the slasher smile on her face hasn't vanished. She knows something's wrong, knows that she's not herself, but she can't place a finger on the exact reason yet. "I'm going to make that guy regret this," she giggles again, an unsettling sight to anyone nearby, "and his little craft will go down as well. You hear me? Hehehehehehhe..."

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' It would appear the Ex-SOLDIER Security team is intent on taking their stun clubs to Zack's face, but what's this? Magical Helicopter?? Don Cornero looks up slackjawed as suddenly there is likely a lot more wind being blown around as the thing hovers above them. "Well, that is a thing," he nodded with a bit of casualness, though he blinked and ran for cover as suddenly there is machine gun fire spraying down over the sec team, though they look like some of the shots either bounce off their armor or they are able to take cover in time. "Okay gonna need the engines fired up soon..." Don speaks into a handheld phone of his own, and behind the tent the whirring of the Zeppelin which was idling there begins to pick up. Of course, it will take a bit for this to happen. Meanwhile, a lot of people have settled into the auditions tent and appear to be getting setup quite nicely in some of the hottest fashions from the best botiques in the city. No expense spared, that's the ticket! Meanwhile, the sec team take more jabs at Zack, as there is apparently something of a brawl with him going on in the lot out front.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is not as far along into the tents as Tifa is a bit ahead of her it's a bit crazy given Deelel is quote the anomaly given her not being a human it takes a bit as she's trying to explain things she's forced to reskin herself for what's going on she's practically flailing as she comes out now in a one of those Ms. Clause outfits, short sleeves vest, skirt, boots, gloves and Deelel is looking very confused now, also those circuit lines they match her light suit's normal positioning of them exactly. She's also kinda got a whole @.@ look on her face. She's not sure which way is up. "What what is going on what is this!?" It's a lot more inefficient than a program needing to do some cosmetic work.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith was not one to rest while one of her best friends got captured and used for things she did not agree to. And while she would have loved to see her in some silly outfit any other time, the fact that it was Don Corneo, who'd gotten the two of them into trouble before, soured the occasion. All expected, of course. What one would not have expected was for her to jump into the fray with Zack, her staff ready for action and her eyes glowing with determination.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Agent? I'm not really sure I need an agent." Avira looks Adrian over and giggles. "Though on a second thought, maybe I do need someone to manage my PR. Since I'm not exactly hiding who I am in Manhattan anymore. Or was. Heck. I can't really tell." She pauses, then rubs her chin, "I did see a pink flash. Then everybody seemed to go into the tent. Some kind of signal maybe? I was about to head there myself. I might give this lingerie thing a shot after all. If only for a...certain someone." She wonders if she could get pictures for herself. That there will be some is a given. She tilts her head to the side with a finger on her chin, "I'll need an agent for that, right? For management." Both Tifa and Deelel stumble out and Avira pauses. "Uhhh...on a second thought..."

:'''[[Adrian Meshia]] has posed:''' The pale man regards Avira with a detached air. "Perhaps," he says. As aircraft become involved in the scuffle, the man frowns. Mentally, he prepares to defend himself, even though it may just make the collected group turn on him instead of the old lecher and his goons. It's still better than dying. "I forgot my manners, my name is Adrian Meshia." He produces a business card holder from his coat pocket. It gleams silver in the light as he flips it open and pulls one out. He hands it to the scarred woman. It has his name, a legit Manhattan phone number and everything. The paper is heavy and cream colored and the ink is a metallic black. Patrick Bates would kill over it.

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' Watching Zack fight holding a stack of boxes in one hand and a PHS in the other is something to behold. As the SOLDIER guards come swinging in with sticks, Zack's heavy boots come swinging up to catch the sticks each time; the sticks get caught in his bootheel, or parried by Zack's arm-bracelet. The fact that he hasn't dropped any of the boxes he's carrying - /or/ let them be damaged - is possibly more impressive than the fact that the guy's pulling this off in the first place! Then Aerith comes dropping in, and Zack pauses. "Hey, you're the girl from the bar! Glad to see somebody else knows what a materia flash looks like, huh?" Zack flashes a grin over his shoulder at her as he swings his foot around to catch another guard in the face. "That guy up there's using pink materia of some kind. I caught the flash of it when he used it on the girls, but I don't know what it does - think you can keep him here long enough?" "I mean," Zack adds as he slings his foot downwards, "I got this." Zack closes his PHS in one hand as his fist snaps outwards. He pummels the first SOLDIER to get within pummeling distance of him, hammering away at the other man with one hand as he balances packages in the other. Then he bounces the packages to his other hand and hammers away with that one! Without being able to grab his sword, he's a little restricted in what he can do..buuut... Zack tightens his grip around the PHS and brings it swinging down onto the first goon's head. Immediately afterwards, he chains another smash onto another, then another, then another. Zack's fast enough that even their clothing's getting cut...so this is what a First Class SOLDIER can do? "You guys might wanna back off now; there's nothing worth dying for here, especially not that fat perv. One chance! Better take it!"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi blinks. Is that...the sound of a Zeppelin? This is the strangest lingerie event she's ever experienced. She taps Shida on the shoulder lightly and starts heading around the tent. She is naturally inquisitive and this has gone weird enough. There are some things that Dennous do not understand, like why someone would want a bunch of women in their tent, but she understands zeppelins. Omi takes over for dialogue. "We were considering something like..." She begins. Tifa and Zeelel stumble out. "...Er." Shida smiles at Adrian. "Nice to meet you, Adrian!"

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' Meanwhile, Setzerina found a way to sneak out. With so many women in various states of undress, it would be expectable that one or two managed to make it out. Giggling to herself, she makes her way towards the zeppelin, not trying too hard to sneak in. The metal rod on her hand might have something to do with it. After all, who in their right mind would go after a chick clad into something that some would describe as a dress composed by two strips of fabric on the front and behind, along with some stockings and stiletto heels? More people than you think. Libido is a strange thing.

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Hey Zack, welcome to the jungle," one of the Ex-Soldiers responds to his threat by calling a team of his buddies to come put the boots to the black spikey haired guy, though not quite the same boots all the girls were getting outfitted in, unfortunately. (Or fortunately?? some did have stiletto heels, and all!) Suddenly, a wild Aerith appears. The sec team look around and scratch their heads but one narrowly gets their head grazed by the flower girl's flying assault. The group of security involved with the brawl pile in on the two. "Holy smokes--just beautiful, beautiful, look at you girls, this month's December edition is gonna be GREAT!" Don Corneo is clapping his hands in applause for the various looks of Deelel, Tifa, and likely Setzerina as well. "We're gonna make a fortune!"

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith on the other hand is having none of that, as she uses the range of her weapon to maximum advantage. Anyone heading toward her is poked, batted aside, rammed in the side of the head... no one gets through. The cetra doesn't mind one bit in heading after Corneo himself, but there seem to be more of them heading toward her, now that she's announced herself. So she does the logical thing and takes one big swing at the majority of them.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Nice to meet you, Mr. Meshia." Avira takes the card and looks it over, recognizing the area code on the number as a Manhattan one, before pocketing it. "So I thought for a moment I really would try the lingerie thing out but..uh...I don't wanna end up in ribbons. Also there seems to be a fight going on. Maybe I can use my home turf influence to break it up." She ruffles Shida's hair, as she is wont to do around Dennous before stepping away and carefully making her way over to the brawl between Zack and the ShinSec SOLDIERS. Once there, she takes notice of Aerith, recognizing her. Zack is out of luck because she hasn't really met the guy before. "EXCUSE ME." She says loudly, "But what seems to be the problem that necessitates such /force/?" Surely this is an overreaction for just a thrown rock.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart looks a bit dazed still. Maybe that's the effect of the pink magic? Even Zack talking over the radio doesn't seem to register all that much with her. And she's standing there in front of everyone, barely wearing anything, as if she wasn't realizing what's going on or what she was wearing. Even the fighting nearby doesn't get much of a glance. But Corneo is probably right, the lined up girls are all scrumptuous in those barely-there-clothes.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is looking at Tifa for a moment and shakes her heads a bit, and is still wondering about the nature of this, this was not the sort of live art she was expecting, no not at all, she's one very confused program as she looks to Aerith, Tifa and Setzer with a bit of a confused look in her face. "What is he talking about...." She's starting to understand but it's taking a bit for her to puzzle all this strange behaviour out, but memories of Ivo are coming up, and that leads no where good.

:'''[[Adrian Meshia]] has posed:''' Adrian watches passively as Avira storms off to try and put back a semblance of order. He doesn't think her odds are very good at making it happen. Still, it surely will be entertaining to watch. He slips his hands into the pockets of his overcoat and observes.

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' "Well," Zack observes at Avira as he spins around, tanking the blows with his back (quite painfully, too; SOLDIERs are no jokes, even third-class goons like these guys) rather than block with Tifa's boxes, "I'm kind of a wanted guy, huh? An escapee from ShinRa justice." Zack flashes Avira a big, wide grin as his eyes flood with green light. "Nevermind that whole 'New Zodiac Braves' thing! Man, the number of people who want my head on a plate must be *huge*." Zack pauses as his hair starts to stream upwards. "You know, I bet somebody might say something like, 'that's the measure of success as a mercenary', but I think I'd rather say something like, 'it's a good thing I'm way better than them.'" His grin widens. Zack thrusts the PHS up, and a gentle breeze blows across him, quickly healing his wounds. If Aerith is paying attention, it shouldn't be too difficult to guess what he just did...so somewhere he apparently remembers her, even if he doesn't *consciously* remember her!

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' "Well," Zack observes at Avira as he spins around, tanking the blows with his back (quite painfully, too; SOLDIERs are no jokes, even third-class goons like these guys) rather than block with Tifa's boxes, "I'm kind of a wanted guy, huh? An escapee from ShinRa justice." Zack flashes Avira a big, wide grin as his eyes flood with green light. "Nevermind that whole 'New Zodiac Braves' thing! Man, the number of people who want my head on a plate must be *huge*." Zack pauses as his hair starts to stream upwards. "You know, I bet somebody might say something like, 'that's the measure of success as a mercenary', but I think I'd rather say something like, 'it's a good thing I'm way better than them.'" His grin widens. Zack thrusts the PHS up, and a gentle breeze blows across him, quickly healing his wounds. If Aerith is paying attention, it shouldn't be too difficult to guess what he just did...so somewhere he apparently remembers her, even if he doesn't *consciously* remember her!

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' It seems to be a little one sided against a team of dudes, but when Zack is joined by Aerith things really seem to heat up. A guard is knocked clean out by her smashing attack, a helmet skidding across the cement reveals what looked like a scarred man with some years on him, and definitely looked like they had seem some fighting before. "Oh crap, watch out!" another one comes out, and brings out a little dart launcher which zips a small projectile at the flower girl. Knock out darts! Of course, Setzerina might find the Zeppelin a bit unguarded at the moment, due to everyone fooling around the tent and in front of it. Is she going to mark up Corneo's ride? oh no! "Woah wanna be careful there honey, you could get knocked over," Corneo tries to corral the dazed females like Tifa away from the fighting at least, just so they don't get harmed. "Why don't you head on back to the Zeppelin over here, I think you're a finalist!" he grins. Is the Don intending to step out at this point? Meanwhile, the security team still has the two 'heroes' to deal with out in front of the tent, and are doing the best they can.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' She was lucky enough to be able to keep track of several things at once... but when she got poked in the neck by something, her vision blurred for just a brief moment. Aerith grimaced as she determined someone was trying to make life difficult with poisons. It wasn't that hard to just push through it, though. In fact, that's exactly what she did as she pulled the dart out of her neck and promptly tossed it toward another guard, hoping that there was something left in there. More of them came at her, but she knew the rules of fighting... focus on one, then use him as an agent against the others. So that's exactly what she tried to do. Whether the dart hit the guard she aimed at or not, she rushed at him and proceeded to bash him upside the head, then smash him upwards, right on the chin. Her staff glowed a pale green as she tried to knock him skyward. It wasn't hard to guess what she'd do next...

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi spots Setzerina. She blinks blankly at her several times. She sighs and rubs at her face and intends to sneak right on in after Setzer. "Hm...Perhaps we should come along. In case you need electrocutions to back up your claim." Shida nods to herself, and then glances up and over to Adrian. "We are sorry for the trouble, but thank you for comign with us this far." The Dennous follow, a bit bewildered by all the commotion.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart is getting pushed toward the airship! Her mind in a cloud, she doesn't seem to realize what's going on at all. She just ends up... following in that direction. Anyone that knows her a little bit would know something is off just looking at her. She's usually upbeat and headstrong, but she might as well be sleeping right now. Not to mention the clothes, of course. Even the fact that its Don Corneo doesn't seem to register. She'd be more on guard normally, but she might not be in the right state. Along with a dozen other girls alongside her. Maybe its because Deelel is a program that she's not in the same state as the barmaid.

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' Cursed aides, she thinks furiously, trying to get out of the spotlight so she can try to sneak out again. The next aide that finds her gets clobbered over the head and tied with lace panties from a nearby drawer. Nobody will stop her from entering that airship. She lost her rod along the way, but that was fine. There was something much better that she found, something called a curling iron. Setzerina couldn't help but wonder why women subjected themselves to this kind of torture instruments. There was no way in hell that she would allow anyone to touch her hair with that thing. In the meanwhile, the captain of the Blackjack leaves a trail of knocked-out aides in the tent, closely followed by someone else, she dimly notices among the haze that makes her a giggling psycho, instead of just a psycho. She finds the ship surprisingly poorly guarded, and pouts cutely at the realization that she will not be able to stab her stiletto heels on anyone. "Well, at least I should have enough time to mess up his engines." she says, half to herself, half to the strange girls following her. "If they're anything similar to the designs I know, then a good enough whack should break them good."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira looks shocked. She'd never turn her back on a bunch of guys like that in the middle of a fight! It'd hurt like hell! "You are? I've never heard of you before though. Even with the Zodiac Braves and I-" she pauses, "-have heard of them." No, she most definitely has not associated with those dangerous heretics in the past. Nope. Never. She finds herself double shocked at just how cheerful Zack is in the middle of the fight. "Well! I'm impressed by your exciting reputation. But I'm also wondering if you can arrange it so you are not fighting each other out here." She half addresses the ShinSec goons too. "This brawling is kind of frowned upon here! Besides." Avira hooks her thumbs onto her belt. "You don't want me to intervene. And I will!"

:'''[[Adrian Meshia]] has posed:''' All of the women wander away, and Adrian is left in the crowd alone. "Interesting," is all that he says as he seems to melt through the throng once again. This time he's looking for a better watching spot. Chaos is so wonderful around the holidays.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is pushed along towards the airship but given her confusion is not due to the magic but due to prehaps to best put irt cultral issues. Skimpy clad women, the Don almost leering about things and she moves along, she's got an idea of what'a actually going on but she'll play along if she can get aboard she can sabotage things, the Don won't be expecting her to be totally lucid, or so she thinks,

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' Aerith gives him a moment, and Zack gets a breather as he heals himself. He flashes another grin at her, then takes off for the stage. He's not letting Corneo get away. Zack dodges around one of the guards, blocking the strike with his PHS (that poor phone is getting beat to death). "Sure," he tells Avira as he races past her, "I can do that. But first, I'm gonna go stop *that* fat perv from stealing my date." "I'm pretty sure he's using some kind of mind-control materia, and, shocker, I don't look too kindly on guys who have to resort to that kinda thing to get girls!" Zack laughs, turning around to face her as he runs by. He winks around the packages, then leaps up the stage in a single bound. Mako: It's a hell of a drug. Zack lands somewhere between the Don and the airship. He levels the PHS at the big guy slowly. "Okay. So. Here's what we're gonna do. I'm gonna blast that ring off your fat finger, and then we're just gonna let nature take its course, huh?" Zack grabs the packages with both hands. He flings them up into the air, then whips out his PHS and goes into a stance unmistakable to both Aerith and Tifa: Sephiroth's. Then he comes swinging in. But Zack isn't aiming for Don Corneo - he's aiming at the jewelry. "ZAAAAAAAAANTETSUKEN!"

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' "Don't worry ladies, Don Corneo is always prepared!" Don escapes to his Zeppelin over yonder as the fight continues. Apparently, a good amount of the girls are heading up the stairs into it along with him. Of course, this does not prepare him for whoever might have gotten in there when he wasn't paying attention. Whoops! Of course, back on the ground, the sec team have gotten tired and the remaining few have regrouped and set up a defense line against Aerith and Zack, breaking out riot shields, stun sticks, and apparently machine guns as well. They advance... "Okay, let em have it, go!" the remaining assembled team come at the two, while one is taken down by Zack's Zantetsuken, cutting right through the metal and plastic shield he'd been carrying. Ouch!

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith frowned as they lined up for what looked like their final push. "Really?" She whirled her staff and set herself. "You've seen what mistakes you've made, and still you do this?" She smirked. "Then you deserve what's coming." They fired. They charged, they yelled, they came at them with shields. Aerith simply moved forward, whirling her staff in a figure-eight, the weapon glowing with spirit energy. The bullets scattered as she advanced, yet one of them managed to nick her right cheek. The smirk was gone, replaced with an expression of impassivity. They closed in on her, a few with stun sticks trying to take Aerith out before she could use her weapon again. The first one met the front end of her staff, right between the eyes. The other two almost had their heads knocked clean off as she swung just enough to knock them aside. Aerith whipped her staff the other direction, and three more were flattened. "I really don't want to hurt you," she said as she continued to rebuff their efforts, "but he's got a friend of mine. So..." Aerith tossed her staff into the air and gathered quite the bit of spirit energy into her hands. Pale green motes of light rose from the ground and the air, rushing toward her within a split second until she held the rough equivalent of a basketball in front of her. "Get out of my way!!" She released the blast, but it wasn't aimed at the guards. It was designed to ignore them entirely, to cut through them and to reach the primary target... the Don.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "...what?!" Avira grits her teeth and whirls to face the retreating Don and zeppelin. "He's -stealing- them? I thought this was just some photo shoot!" Would photo shoots need mind control...? Wait, was that why she was suddenly so interested in joining everyone in that tent!? For a few moments, Avira pales with the thought and quickly shouts something into her radio. "Good luck gotta go!" she says quickly and flees the brawl, having not actually gotten involved-which is good, meaning that the security forces barricade won't be gunning for her. The huntress runs for the blimp. "Hold up! Stop! I gotta pull a couple people off that ship!" she calls out, only to stumble suddenly when she receives a response from Deelel. "...hm! Actually, nevermind!" she announces and runs /back/ to the fight between Zack and Aerith and the ShinSecs. "Hey! Hey Zack, gotta a second, I got something I need to tell you! I'll be really fast, I promise!"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' From riiiiiiiight behind Setzer... Emi is staring at her with a nonplussed expression, you've seen the one before in your animus. "...Mess up his engines...? Why?" She pauses. "Are you talking to someone?" The other DEnnous Dennou.

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' Zack has *no problems* hurting people who are trying to hurt him. It's a thing that being a wanted man tends to get you used to. The boxes fall, and Zack catches each one in careful order just as the bullets suddenly come punching into his back. Zack coughs as he suddenly finds himself riddled with holes; he barely acknowledges Avira, instead using what he can of his free hand to cover his chest. Zack's eyes flare up. "Okay," He says slowly, "I'm done playing with you. I tried to give you a chance; I tried to get around you and get rid of the ring. Now I'm done." A red circle appears around Zack. It's covered in markings, magical of all nature. "You know who I am. You know what I can do. You know I'm a First-Class SOLDIER and you know I offered you a chance to surrender. What happens now is on your heads." Suddenly, the world goes dark for everyone except Zack's targets, and Zack's targets alone. The red circle begins to spin to life. And then... And then they are bathed in fire. A moment later, Zack and his targets come surging back into the real world. Zack exhales and stumbles forward. He's not happy. He's /really/. *Really*. REALLY. Not happy.

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' Setzerina couldn't help but laugh. Here, she found more than she begged for, as one engine powered the two forward fans through massive shafts. she was expecting independent engines, but this was perfect. With two fans out, the zeppelin would have it's mobility greatly crippled, and if everything else failed... she looked up, to the place where the gas was stored. A large enough hole would force the ship to land, and buy her enough time to prepare something else, if she didn't disable the other propellers first. "Because I don't like him, I think that man down there was planning something bad, and I really, really don't like when people try to make me a fool." she explained to the girls, while grabbing a large wrench from a shelf nearby, not caring if she got oil on her or on the dress. "Now, if I do this," she muttered, pulling the wrench to loosen some large screws, one after another, staining herself with even more oil (she forgot how dirty it was to work on airship engines), before throwing the wrench to the assortment of gears and getting a conveniently placed rag to clean her greased hands. "Escape this, pervert." she spat, looking out a window and finally realizing what that Don is trying to do: run away with the girls. Well, that plan is wrecked, but that isn't enough for her. Opening the window, she grabs a pipe wrench and throws it at him. He's probably too far, but she's higher up, so she could only trust on Lady Luck for this. She was going to feed him his damned pimp cane even if it was the last thing she does.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Being shot is a good reason to ignore someone else entirely. This act sort of abruptly changes Avira's plans to explain about her inside man on the ship. Instead, she backs herself out-not that she would get caught in the crossfire.

:'''[[Don Corneo]] has posed:''' The ShinSecs appear to be pulling back as the Zeppelin is actually pulling up and taking off. A few grab at the ropes that have been extended so they can try and climb up. Those that can still walk, that is. Several are dangling from it like tethers as it begins to rise up and pull off into the sky. "Phew, well least the audition was a success! Hey, why are all these people knocked out..." Don Corneo looked around suddenly seeing a few of his aides on the floor and wondered aloud. Stepping over to the security cameras he spots Setzerina & Dennou apparently, messing with the engines! "Oh crap." Meanwhile, what Shinsec is left are apparently getting a bit... out numbered, since several have broke and ran. Most of the remaining one's are cut down by Zack's Octoslash, and sent tumbling thanks to the massive fire, ouch. "Woah! can't we talk about this hon!?" Don Corneo has to duck to avoid the huge pipe wrench sailing over his head, and all of a sudden the Zeppelin lurches with a BANG. "Holy smokes, some one get down to the engines!" Things aren't looking good on the Honey Bee.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has plans to sabotage the ship, but it's dangerous then again she might be the only one on board whom is immune to it. She's just playing along Deelel's got her plans she may need to get off but if she does that leaves everyone else on the ship at Don's mercy. She does not like where this seems to be going at this point in time. She wait for the distractions is a chance to move and she's now making her way down to the engine, to try to while everything else is distracted as she comes in behind the Don. "I'm sorry, but your not have the proper permissions, so we can do this the nice way or the hard way. Let everyone go or I can see how much of a pounding you can take." There's a very predatory grin on the program's face. Ang would be proud.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi says, "Oh." She doesn't think the first is a good reason, the third is little better, but the second is probably true. She does say, though, "Couldn't a crashed ship hurt innocent people as well, however? Or will it just fail to start?" The latter is perhaps more understandable. And proven when she tumbles over thanks to the Honey Bee lurching about. WHAT WILL HAPPEN? Who knows, the storyline isn't picked up next issue.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart seems to come back to her senses when the airship gets shaked like this. Maybe its because Don Corneo got smacked around too. Well, smacked by the airship falling apart at least. She eeps as she jumps out of the zeppelin before it cuts off any paths of exit, landing in the grass below it... graceful landing too, if it wasn't for her clothes. Which is about the time she realizes it, and crosses her arms over her chest >_< "What the hell is going on here!?"

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' Zack heads over to Tifa. He's bleeding, and he's battered, but he hasn't dropped a single package, and he's got a broad grin on his face. "Mind control Materia. Lingerie models. ShinRa knows I'm alive. Long story. Merry Christmas."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith scattered the remaining guards and glanced up at the fleeing airship... as it suddenly had engine trouble. She jogged toward the zepplin as she saw someone leap out, and grinned once she noticed it was Tifa. "I don't know about his story, but I just came to get you out of here. And what he said about having a Merry Christmas."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart keeps her arms in front of herself, but stretches a hand down to pull the skirt as low as possible. Although its not much shorter than her old skirt, she doesn't feel right in these clothes either. "... Merry Christmas? Really? Is that all you gotta say about this?" -.- Well, Zack might have gotten a present of his own seeing her like this. "... and what happened to you?" She doesn't have her potions handy right now. Its in her 'other suit'.

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' "I got shot!" Zack replies, "I was trying to save you!" He turns around to display the bullet wounds. "See?!"

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith groaned as she headed toward the blimp. "Quit showing off and let's finish this. I need to have a personal talk with the Don about properly respecting women."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart shakes her head, but she sneaks a peck on Zack's cheek "My hero, then?" She turns around, looking for where her real clothes might be at -.-

:'''[[Zack Fair]] has posed:''' Zack grins. "And I didn't break a single box."

:'''[[Setzer Gabbiani]] has posed:''' The gambleress smirks as the ship slowly descends. "Take that, you dirty old man. Still, this is just the beginning." Giggling.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "You're a louse." Emi says to continue the act for today, extra words to ensure the posecatcher gets it.

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|Date of Scene=2013/12/12
|Location=Narsche - Outskirts
|Synopsis=Avira and Echo have a Western-style showdown outside Narshe. Pull those pistols, pardner!
|Cast of Characters=Avira, Echo
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:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' It is quite cold here, that is normal, given the region. Echo stands poised on the outskirts of Narshe, the coal mining town, the breath rolling from her ruddy lips like thick mist into the air. From what it appears, it's like she's supposed to meet someone there... or is she instead waiting for someone?

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Manhattan had laws that Avira respected. Outside of Earth, rules were a bit more lax. Because of this, being a full-out mercenary was something that could be a regular profession. Even 'ninja' was a legit job! These were all things that Avira has adapted to well. Maybe a little too well. Following an investigation, her sources had pointed her towards Narshe to where her quarry could be found. Little did Echo know that the words exchanged in Central park were not empty posturing. Dressed in her heavy coat, she quickly nears the outskirts of town, searching the various footprints leading in. It doesn't take her long to spot Echo, which brings a frown to her scarred features. "...is she...waiting...?" as she approaches, a hand slips under her coat to pull her odd-looking weapon free.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Looks like yer lookin' for some Frontier Justice here, Pardner," Echo turned her head to point one yellow eye at Avira as she got closer, grinning as she put on her best Texan accent there, or attempt at one. "Mnn, is that for me? I'm honored~" Echo turned and brought her hands cupped up under her chin, batting her eyelashes (pardon the pun) at the revealing of Avira's spine sword. "You ready to do this then, pardner?" Echo stood adroit before Avira and held her arms and hands out at her sides, as if she was willing to draw imaginary guns on her. "You gonna pull those pistols or just stand there whistlin' dixie?" she narrowed her eyes grinning, doing her best man with no name impression.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Maaaaaaybe." Avira drawls once she gets within earshot, slightly disappointed she won't get the element of surprise-but in these snowy plains, was there really a place for her to sneak up on the bat? Nope. "Damn straight it's for you!" She's still approaching steadily, even as Echo postures in front of her like a cowboy of the old west. In fact, the moment she challenges her, Avira breaks into a run, charging the winged cowgirl-wannabe.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' There is a heavy silence where at first one can only hear the sound of the howling wind, Echo remains stock still. Moments pass, and finally Avira breaks out into a run at her. "Draw!" Echo shouts in a commanding tone, as if officially calling a start to their duel--bringing her hands up and letting out a flutter of silver energy at the charging swordswoman, before jumping back--her wings flaring out around her. The light strike of her blade is nowhere near the bat, her sandals are already skidding backwards in the snow as she lands.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Echo leaps backwards and the Spine prods at empty air in her wake. Momentum continues to carry her forward until Echo's light spell sends a flurry of energy her way and abruptly blows her backwards. The girl doesn't fall over but she does slide in the snow, leaving two long trenches to mark where her feet passed in her wake. She doesn't close the distance again quite yet, instead leading with an abruptly large blast of ice energy that roars and snarls through the air like an animal. Avira's not too far behind that magic, eager to follow up with a slash of her ice imbued sword.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Echo blinked in surprise as the sudden blast of ice energy zooms past her and shreds part of her front. "Ahhh! and here I was going to go nice on you, damnit!" Echo all but screeching, sounding as if her shoes were mussed, or very expensive car was scratched--a much pettier sort of anger than one ought to be feeling when they'd just had a chunk ripped out of them. The bat flew back and spat blood, red dotting the snow. "It's a little cold out, let me help," Echo called over the howl of the snow, sending a raging inferno towards Avira!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Surprise briefly flickers on Avira's face, which Echo can see immediately because Avira is suddenly right UP in it! Her previous fight in the Golmore Jungle had revealed that Echo was very adept at avoiding attacks. In fact, she recalls spending most of the time trying-and failing-to hit her. The surprised look solidifies into a grin of satisfaction. "I'm not here to play nice~" Avira grins before she receives a facefull of fire. Burns creep across her skin and Echo earns herself some space between Avira and her vicious weapon. Once the fire has disappated, Echo can see her breathing heavily. "Ouch." she cringes and does not rush in, guiding a mix of wind and ice magic at Echo from afar!

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Neither am I!" Echo called out, having to drop to the ground to avoid the spinewielder forces her to drop to the ground--ground that has become very wet, and almost muddy, though it's a bit too cold to get muddy, thanks to the inferno she'd just caused. What seems like mist and fog forms around the battlefield as the bat mage tries to burn the dark-skinned girl, suddenly summoning a giant fireball that launches towards her--as well as electrical energy and a bolt of red matter, oddly designed to cut.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Oh s-" Avira drops to the ground herself, aiming to roll out of the way of the incoming magic. Unfortunately for her, she underestimates the width of the lightning-tinged fireball and while she doesn't endure a direct hit from the magic, she still takes a pretty heavy one. The leather of her coat and clothes fortunately defends against most of fire, protecting her skin. But that odd bolt of red matter seems to slice right through her coat, scoring a deep cut across her upper left arm that immediately begins to bleed. Avira cringes as she feels the coldness of the plains through her wound. "Oooh..." she hisses, "You'll pay for that, Batgirl." Avira charges now, aiming to run the sorceress down and strike-not with the sharp edge of her weapon, but with a tackle as she flings herself forward. Now that Echo's on the ground, she might have a chance!

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "How'd you like that?" Echo stepped through the mess that was now the ground, of course, wiping her mouth daintily as the projectile she'd hit Avira with earlier had returns a small portion of her energy to her. Suddenly charged, the bat is taken by surprise and knocked down into the now mixture of snow and slush, coughing a little. She rolls over up onto her shoulder and takes a moment to breath, before a surge of magical death is brought up in one hand, the bat scowling. "You taste delicious, by the way!"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "What are you talking about?" Avira actually pauses, that moment enabling the bat to slip out of her grasp. A shame, really, because she'd wanted to give Echo the good ol' Morrighan treatment (of over a year ago). "...are you trying to eat my soul or something?!" It wouldn't be the first time someone's tried. Maybe it was that red energy...? Avira's eyes briefly flick over to her bleeding arm before she turns sideways to brace her back against Echo's onslaught of magic-which, oddly enough, doesn't seem to make it hurt any less. Groaning just a little bit, Avira focuses on steeling herself and casting a bit of regenerative magic to close up that cut.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Yeeees?" Echo looked a little taken back by that comment, her pinkish slender tongue slipping out just a bit to catch the hint of red there on her lips from Avira. Magically had her blood sucked out, who would have thought?? "Not that much, however, just a taste~" Echo became alarmed at the girl using her healing skills, instead getting her fuzzy rear in gear and flapping her wings, jumping back up into the air. "Oh no you don't, no more of that goody two shoes white magery here!" Echo made quite the frowny face and gathered a spinning supernova of magical energy above her, before tossing it down like a giant medicine ball!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' The wound that had been bleeding gradually closes up and some of Avira's burned skin begins to heal. "And that's all you're going to be getting tonight! Next thing you'll be tasting is prison food after I haul you in!" Well, that was some cold comfort. She wasn't just going to beat up Echo and leave her out in the cold, right? Not like certain other people she knows would do. Not that jail was much better! Turning to face Echo again, she pulls her Spine back and tries to swing it at the magic as if she were about to hit it away like a baseball. This doesn't actually work, much to Avira's dismay and the magic simply blows up in her face. Still standing, though visibly exhausted and pained from enduring so much magic, she grips the Spine in both hands and points it skyward. With a swift movement, she inverts it and jams it deep into the snow. Enormous icebergs jut upwards, trying to smash and encase the flying batwoman.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "But I can't go to jail! You don't know what they do to bats like me behind bars!" Echo clasped her hands together in front of her, putting on a mock crying, sobbing expression. "Oh shi--" she immediately dropped her joking demeanor however as the giant shard of ice erupted from the ground, catching her off guard and knocked her back in the air, though still able to keep flying. The bat was not out of it yet. "Look just grrr--you go squish now!" Echo formed a blinding hot ball of energy in front of her, sending it careening down for the wounded amazon.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "There's a first time for everything! Including jail!" Avira calls back, all to eager to take this dark elf harasser off the streets! As the ice rises, Avira jumps on top of one of the momentary hills, likely to follow up with some kind of attack with her Spine against it. Just as she crests the hill, a blinding hot ball of energy strikes both her and her temporary platform, exploding the latter and sending Avira arcing overhead behind Echo, skidding along the ground and finally stopping as she slams up against a building. "Ugh." she groans in exhaustion. "On a second thought..." she forces herself to stand and edges alongside the building. "I think I'll need to arrest you /another/ day." And perhaps invest in some anti-magic armor to do so because that was a ridiculous amount of magic.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Never take me alive, copper!" Echo reorts as the two collide in a surge of magical energy like that. Soon, there is quiet all across the snowfield. Villagers from nearby Narshe are likely coming to check on what is happening, dog sleds powering through the snow, getting closer to the misty area that the fire magic has created. There is the sound of crunching snow above Avira, but is it a friendly villager come to help her...? "Surprise~" Echo is grinning devilishly down at her, moving to pull the girl up and out of the spot where she lay. Avira seems so light, Echo is actually able to hold both her wrists together and pull her up that way with her right arm, leaning in as her lips part and jaw drops predatorily. "I think that free sample earlier left me a little hungry..." her irises tighten to pin drops as her eyes grow wide, devilish insane mirth bubbling there in--and everything goes black.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Sheathing the Spine back into her coat, she edges around the wall and slips towards town. Hearing the crunching, Avira actually looks because certain werewolves have trained her better than to let sounds like that go unchecked. Spying Echo looming over her, she turns and pulls a hand back, ready to punch, only to have the bat-lady lift her off her feet. "Whoah!" She squirms angrily, "Don't you dare-" Then, blackout.

Spine VS Bat

2013-12-13T03:32:03Z

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Spine VS Bat

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' It is quite cold here, that is normal, given the region. Echo stands poised on the outskirts of Narshe, the coal mining town, the breath rolling from her ruddy lips like thick mist into the air. From what it appears, it's like she's supposed to meet someone there... or is she instead waiting for someone?

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Manhattan had laws that Avira respected. Outside of Earth, rules were a bit more lax. Because of this, being a full-out mercenary was something that could be a regular profession. Even 'ninja' was a legit job! These were all things that Avira has adapted to well. Maybe a little too well. Following an investigation, her sources had pointed her towards Narshe to where her quarry could be found. Little did Echo know that the words exchanged in Central park were not empty posturing. Dressed in her heavy coat, she quickly nears the outskirts of town, searching the various footprints leading in. It doesn't take her long to spot Echo, which brings a frown to her scarred features. "...is she...waiting...?" as she approaches, a hand slips under her coat to pull her odd-looking weapon free.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Looks like yer lookin' for some Frontier Justice here, Pardner," Echo turned her head to point one yellow eye at Avira as she got closer, grinning as she put on her best Texan accent there, or attempt at one. "Mnn, is that for me? I'm honored~" Echo turned and brought her hands cupped up under her chin, batting her eyelashes (pardon the pun) at the revealing of Avira's spine sword. "You ready to do this then, pardner?" Echo stood adroit before Avira and held her arms and hands out at her sides, as if she was willing to draw imaginary guns on her. "You gonna pull those pistols or just stand there whistlin' dixie?" she narrowed her eyes grinning, doing her best man with no name impression.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Maaaaaaybe." Avira drawls once she gets within earshot, slightly disappointed she won't get the element of surprise-but in these snowy plains, was there really a place for her to sneak up on the bat? Nope. "Damn straight it's for you!" She's still approaching steadily, even as Echo postures in front of her like a cowboy of the old west. In fact, the moment she challenges her, Avira breaks into a run, charging the winged cowgirl-wannabe.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' There is a heavy silence where at first one can only hear the sound of the howling wind, Echo remains stock still. Moments pass, and finally Avira breaks out into a run at her. "Draw!" Echo shouts in a commanding tone, as if officially calling a start to their duel--bringing her hands up and letting out a flutter of silver energy at the charging swordswoman, before jumping back--her wings flaring out around her. The light strike of her blade is nowhere near the bat, her sandals are already skidding backwards in the snow as she lands.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Echo leaps backwards and the Spine prods at empty air in her wake. Momentum continues to carry her forward until Echo's light spell sends a flurry of energy her way and abruptly blows her backwards. The girl doesn't fall over but she does slide in the snow, leaving two long trenches to mark where her feet passed in her wake. She doesn't close the distance again quite yet, instead leading with an abruptly large blast of ice energy that roars and snarls through the air like an animal. Avira's not too far behind that magic, eager to follow up with a slash of her ice imbued sword.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Echo blinked in surprise as the sudden blast of ice energy zooms past her and shreds part of her front. "Ahhh! and here I was going to go nice on you, damnit!" Echo all but screeching, sounding as if her shoes were mussed, or very expensive car was scratched--a much pettier sort of anger than one ought to be feeling when they'd just had a chunk ripped out of them. The bat flew back and spat blood, red dotting the snow. "It's a little cold out, let me help," Echo called over the howl of the snow, sending a raging inferno towards Avira!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Surprise briefly flickers on Avira's face, which Echo can see immediately because Avira is suddenly right UP in it! Her previous fight in the Golmore Jungle had revealed that Echo was very adept at avoiding attacks. In fact, she recalls spending most of the time trying-and failing-to hit her. The surprised look solidifies into a grin of satisfaction. "I'm not here to play nice~" Avira grins before she receives a facefull of fire. Burns creep across her skin and Echo earns herself some space between Avira and her vicious weapon. Once the fire has disappated, Echo can see her breathing heavily. "Ouch." she cringes and does not rush in, guiding a mix of wind and ice magic at Echo from afar!

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Neither am I!" Echo called out, having to drop to the ground to avoid the spinewielder forces her to drop to the ground--ground that has become very wet, and almost muddy, though it's a bit too cold to get muddy, thanks to the inferno she'd just caused. What seems like mist and fog forms around the battlefield as the bat mage tries to burn the dark-skinned girl, suddenly summoning a giant fireball that launches towards her--as well as electrical energy and a bolt of red matter, oddly designed to cut.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Oh s-" Avira drops to the ground herself, aiming to roll out of the way of the incoming magic. Unfortunately for her, she underestimates the width of the lightning-tinged fireball and while she doesn't endure a direct hit from the magic, she still takes a pretty heavy one. The leather of her coat and clothes fortunately defends against most of fire, protecting her skin. But that odd bolt of red matter seems to slice right through her coat, scoring a deep cut across her upper left arm that immediately begins to bleed. Avira cringes as she feels the coldness of the plains through her wound. "Oooh..." she hisses, "You'll pay for that, Batgirl." Avira charges now, aiming to run the sorceress down and strike-not with the sharp edge of her weapon, but with a tackle as she flings herself forward. Now that Echo's on the ground, she might have a chance!

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "How'd you like that?" Echo stepped through the mess that was now the ground, of course, wiping her mouth daintily as the projectile she'd hit Avira with earlier had returns a small portion of her energy to her. Suddenly charged, the bat is taken by surprise and knocked down into the now mixture of snow and slush, coughing a little. She rolls over up onto her shoulder and takes a moment to breath, before a surge of magical death is brought up in one hand, the bat scowling. "You taste delicious, by the way!"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "What are you talking about?" Avira actually pauses, that moment enabling the bat to slip out of her grasp. A shame, really, because she'd wanted to give Echo the good ol' Morrighan treatment (of over a year ago). "...are you trying to eat my soul or something?!" It wouldn't be the first time someone's tried. Maybe it was that red energy...? Avira's eyes briefly flick over to her bleeding arm before she turns sideways to brace her back against Echo's onslaught of magic-which, oddly enough, doesn't seem to make it hurt any less. Groaning just a little bit, Avira focuses on steeling herself and casting a bit of regenerative magic to close up that cut.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Yeeees?" Echo looked a little taken back by that comment, her pinkish slender tongue slipping out just a bit to catch the hint of red there on her lips from Avira. Magically had her blood sucked out, who would have thought?? "Not that much, however, just a taste~" Echo became alarmed at the girl using her healing skills, instead getting her fuzzy rear in gear and flapping her wings, jumping back up into the air. "Oh no you don't, no more of that goody two shoes white magery here!" Echo made quite the frowny face and gathered a spinning supernova of magical energy above her, before tossing it down like a giant medicine ball!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' The wound that had been bleeding gradually closes up and some of Avira's burned skin begins to heal. "And that's all you're going to be getting tonight! Next thing you'll be tasting is prison food after I haul you in!" Well, that was some cold comfort. She wasn't just going to beat up Echo and leave her out in the cold, right? Not like certain other people she knows would do. Not that jail was much better! Turning to face Echo again, she pulls her Spine back and tries to swing it at the magic as if she were about to hit it away like a baseball. This doesn't actually work, much to Avira's dismay and the magic simply blows up in her face. Still standing, though visibly exhausted and pained from enduring so much magic, she grips the Spine in both hands and points it skyward. With a swift movement, she inverts it and jams it deep into the snow. Enormous icebergs jut upwards, trying to smash and encase the flying batwoman.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "But I can't go to jail! You don't know what they do to bats like me behind bars!" Echo clasped her hands together in front of her, putting on a mock crying, sobbing expression. "Oh shi--" she immediately dropped her joking demeanor however as the giant shard of ice erupted from the ground, catching her off guard and knocked her back in the air, though still able to keep flying. The bat was not out of it yet. "Look just grrr--you go squish now!" Echo formed a blinding hot ball of energy in front of her, sending it careening down for the wounded amazon.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "There's a first time for everything! Including jail!" Avira calls back, all to eager to take this dark elf harasser off the streets! As the ice rises, Avira jumps on top of one of the momentary hills, likely to follow up with some kind of attack with her Spine against it. Just as she crests the hill, a blinding hot ball of energy strikes both her and her temporary platform, exploding the latter and sending Avira arcing overhead behind Echo, skidding along the ground and finally stopping as she slams up against a building. "Ugh." she groans in exhaustion. "On a second thought..." she forces herself to stand and edges alongside the building. "I think I'll need to arrest you /another/ day." And perhaps invest in some anti-magic armor to do so because that was a ridiculous amount of magic.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Never take me alive, copper!" Echo reorts as the two collide in a surge of magical energy like that. Soon, there is quiet all across the snowfield. Villagers from nearby Narshe are likely coming to check on what is happening, dog sleds powering through the snow, getting closer to the misty area that the fire magic has created. There is the sound of crunching snow above Avira, but is it a friendly villager come to help her...? "Surprise~" Echo is grinning devilishly down at her, moving to pull the girl up and out of the spot where she lay. Avira seems so light, Echo is actually able to hold both her wrists together and pull her up that way with her right arm, leaning in as her lips part and jaw drops predatorily. "I think that free sample earlier left me a little hungry..." her irises tighten to pin drops as her eyes grow wide, devilish insane mirth bubbling there in--and everything goes black.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Sheathing the Spine back into her coat, she edges around the wall and slips towards town. Hearing the crunching, Avira actually looks because certain werewolves have trained her better than to let sounds like that go unchecked. Spying Echo looming over her, she turns and pulls a hand back, ready to punch, only to have the bat-lady lift her off her feet. "Whoah!" She squirms angrily, "Don't you dare-" Then, blackout.

Avira the Bat Hunter

2013-12-11T03:40:43Z

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:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' So it's getting late in the city, and it's got some snow as well--not a lot of snow, not a blizzard, neither is the wind kicking up harshly. The snow is coming down softly as if it's sort of shy and maybe a bit ashamed to be there, not sticking to the street quite yet--it's not cold enough for it to really remain there, but it makes a pretty coating on the trees and grass.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Snow like this is just perfect for the native New Yorker. It's pretty to look at and it doesn't get in the way of sidewalks and streets. In Central Park with the trees and large grassy areas it becomes the perfect photo opportunity. Bundled up in a leather, fur-lined coat purchased from a mechant in Mount Bur-Omisace in Ivalice, Avira strolls down one of the tree-lined pathways in Central Park. At the end of the pathway is a large lake that has yet to freeze over.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' There is not just snow out here though, or the random mugger. There is instead something perhaps a bit worse than just freezing cold and the odd thug, though better or worse depends on your definition. Sitting there on a park bench, in just her dress and scarf is Echo, her legs crossed daintily with one sandaled foot dangling in the air as she lounges back, warm breath visible in the air in front of her, like fire plumes from a Chinese dragon. Upon noticing Avira she turns her head and blinked a little, her yellow eyes almost glowing in the dark. "Well hello there, Snowflake."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "...such /interesting/ people to meet in Central Park." Avira drawls with a definite air of caution in her voice as she stops the strolling. Carefully, her back straightens, as if it would make her somehow more imposing. But at a tiny 5'1", Avira wasn't going to be imposing to anyone except a pair of chipmunks or trio of ducks. She regards Echo for a moment, struck by the sandals, wondering if she actually gets cold in those out here. Right away, her eyes break away, scanning the treeline for that other hunter she'd encountered Echo with. "What brings you out here tonight?" she asks, inwardly bracing herself for an explosion.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Oh you know," Echo doesn't seem intimidated at all by Avira's presence, long ivory fangs jutting down over her reddish lower lip. "You gave me and the rat quite a run for our money back there, and I heard you worked over Dizzy something terrible," she blinked a little as if remembering hearing about it secondhand. "Burnt down his club too, at that," she rubbed her chin a little, as if pondering something. She doesn't seem cold, if she is, she's not showing it. Is that fur really that thick?

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Dizzy...oh right, that pimp." Avira maintains this stance, slowly realizing that she's losing out in the intimidation game which puts her even more on edge. Maybe she does have someone waiting in the wings? (Pun intended.) "Yeah well y'all made off with one of my friends and my partner wanted to be sure he left a little message behind." It's her posturing voice being used right now. She's still trying really hard with the intimidation thing short of reverting to her Brooklyn accent. "...okay this is kind of bothering me, how are you staying warm in those sandals? Is it fire magic?"

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "I wasn't going to hurt her," Echo admitted, blinking a little nad nodding with a grin. "Yes him, I fear he might be dead, in fact, I think you killed him," the bat replied with some surprise in her voice, though her eyelids flutter just a bit, and she returns to casuality. She cants her head to the side, her dark hair falling over one cheek. "Oh? are you concerned about me being cold?" she shakes her head a little, "No magic, at least not right now," she uncrosses and crosses her legs, arms folded over her front.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Echo can see Avira pause for a moment as it is pointed out that she probably killed that vampire. A frown overcomes her face, guilt, briefly, before it returns to a more neutral look. "Interesting, I thought vampires were a lot more durable than that. No stakes or garlic or anything." Avira shifts a little and moves to put her hands in the pockets of her coat. "Uhhh...I wouldn't say concerned, just, uh...curious. Maybe I should be asking what you're doin' in my town instead."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "I don't think he was one of those types, he was a real undead, not like me," she gestured to herself, shaking her head again. "Though if it helps they don't like to stay dead, it's rather annoying for them actually," she grinned a little, leaning back. "Though if you're truly worried about my feet you could give me a massage sometime, that should keep them warm," she smiled at that, perhaps being playful.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "A real undead? Like a lesser vampire?" It looks like Avira really feels guilty about possibly killing something, even if that something was an undead pimp harassing a friend. ...wait, since when was Morrighan being called one of her /friends/ anyway? They sure didn't seem so friendly in the jungle. "Wha-hey." Avira outright sticks her tongue out at Echo. "I'll pass. We need to be dating for you to get that outta me."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "As in he died and came back, doesn't obey the laws of nature anymore," Echo explained, shaking her head lightly once again. "I'm actually not one of those at all, though I seem like it, I guess. Vampire bat demi-human," she shrugged, looking a bit indignant. "Humans are so quick to use that term, even for the elf I saw the other night, I don't really consider elves demi-humans," she looked back to Avira, grinning just a tad. "Of course, of course..." she nodded slowly.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "H-hey!" Avira lifts her hands up, "I didn't call you that...well like the undead vampires. Uh. I thought vampires only came in the undead variety. Yeah the vampire bat is a species in these parts but..." she trails off, "Right. Uh. So-" She tries to look menacing again and takes a step towards Echo. Does she have that infamous weapon with her? Probably, but if so, it's hidden somewhere underneath her coat. "You didn't answer my earlier question. What the heck are you doing in my town? Looking for more elves to swipe?"

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Not at all, just here... lounging, seeing what there might be to do," Echo looked up at Avira again, uncrossing her legs and standing up in front of the bench. "It was supposed to be a professional sort of thing that, course not many things with me stay purely professional for long," she giggled a little, shaking her head. "Are you going to whip out your icicle and smite me with it?" she put her hands up, or rather arms out, sort of like a mime. "But what if I run, and you strike, hmm?"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "...is that why Morrighan ended up in that outfit?" Avira asks with a bit of supicion. "Not that I speak from experience or anything-" actually she does, "-but that sort of struck me as something Morrighan might do to someone." She straightens and looks at Echo. "If this wasn't Manhattan, maybe! In this parts we have rules against randomly assaulting people, even if those people are part of arson-and-kidnapping services." There is basically no intimidation factor left for Avira at this point. It's clear that she won't straight up attack Echo like some thug at least.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Oh that, well she did cause me a bit of trouble getting her here, and her clothes were shredded, so I had to put her in something to preserve decency, no? Maybe not her dignity, of course, but," she shrugged. "The rat is nowhere to be found, I don't know if he recovered from his injuries either," she sighed a bit. Noticing the girl's resolve however, she put her arms down, peering at her. "You're a strange one, won't attack me even if I did horrible things to your friend..." she looked down a little, as if wistfully.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira narrows her eyes just a little bit, as if not buying some part of that explanation. "I somehow don't expect you to divulge where the pyromaniac Burmecian is at since you two were partnered with each other. You might do business with him again." Against /her/ no less. "But I'll bet he'll turn up eventually." Avira turns away from Echo just slightly, folding her arms just beneath her breasts. "Oh, I'd attack you, don't get me wrong. But not here. Manhattan is one of the few pieces of my world left. I want to respect its laws. That means I can't go around randomly assaulting or apprehending criminals."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "It's not information for me to know, even if he was still alive, I don't know, he may be dead," Echo shook her head. "He was in quite a state the last time I saw him," she put a hand on her hip as she watched the girl turn away. "He'd come after me too if he knew I had information on him, anyway, he's a mad dog killer," she sighed. "You and I come from different worlds, what is law really? A bunch of words in a book," the bat sounded a bit indignant again. "Besides... there are plenty of us who manage to live without them," she grinned a little, being cheeky it seemed.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "I doubt he's dead. We didn't find any bodies left behind in the jungle. Well, it could be that something came along and ate the body but..." she discards those pretty morbid thoughts right there. "I agree that guy is crazy. Next time he shows up...I will be much more prepared for him." The look on Avira's face hardens at that. From her spot, she doesn't turn, but she does shift herh eyes to the side to watch Echo. "You included, clearly. That'll catch up to you somehow if you keep sticking around here. Fair warning and all." Perhaps sensing the cheekiness, Avira becomes a little bristly in return, not unlike an agitated dog. "What world are you from?"

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "I am not sure, though he was an energetic sort of mad bomber, that one," Echo nodded, staring off into the snow covered grass and some of the trees. "I admit however, I've never seen a weapon quite like yours before, imbued with ice is it?" she tilted her head curiously, "I'll keep your warning in mind as well, I wouldn't do well all locked up, I fear I'd go mad," she smiled a little serenly after that, as if such hadn't already happened? "What world? one where life is essentially meaningless, at least from what my family taught me," she shrugged. "Cheap, is probably a better term."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "The Spine is one of a kind." Avira says in a slightly grave tone with barely hidden pride for her weapon. "I wouldn't really say it's imbued though. I've just learned how to enchant weapons with magic. Cast through them and that sort of thing. Stuff mystic knights usually do." Echo's response is carefully studied. Did she just suggest that she's never been thrown in jail before? Interesting. Then again with the evasive manuvers that Avira witnessed her pulling off when they fought, she'd believe it. "...that's not right." Avira frowns, turning to look at the bat-girl, "Life isn't meaningless or cheap. Why would they say such a thing?"

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Interesting.. you're a mystic knight?" this was curious. She'd heard of such before, imbuing weapons with magical properties, adn the like. She raised a brow at that, leaning back just a bit. Perhaps not wanting to get on the weapon's knobby, ribbed bad side again. Echo crossed her arms around her front similar to what Avira was doing, but only for a moment. "Why? they were garbage men for a noble house, people have ways of outliving their usefulness," her tone had become a bit more grisly by this point. "Laundry, just like when you do laundry, you have to take it out, wash it, dry it, bag it..."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "More or less. My range of magical spells isn't that diverse...yet." Though Avira honestly didn't know if she could pick up the other elements as she has the other. Learning what she had was difficult enough but Echo didn't need to know that. At least, for Echo's benefit, she has yet to produced that ribbed, knobby weapon. Out of sight, it was unlikely to be drawn against the bat-girl. ...for now. "Garbage men..." she frowns, the immediate trash-collecting waste management engineers of her world coming to mind. How would that impart such low valuation on life...? Unless... "Oh, I see, taking out the 'trash'. I guess that would kind of explain your...uh, skillset."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Indeed, now employing it for a far more personal and lucrative career than just bumping off inconvenient noblemen," Echo ran a hand back through her hair, fixing it a little. "Course, you needn't fear that sort of thing, I don't think, I only wanted to talk to the elf before I turned her loose, I just needed a place to put her--I couldn't leave her alone and without any way to get home could I? so I put her in that club, least it was warm," the batgirl shrugged a little. "I don't really like to kill people, maybe if they deserve it, but I can't turn down money for something like just borrowing an elf, really."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Bat-girl-ninja." Avira mutters, one of her hands tapping her chin. "So why Morrighan? Did Garland direct you to harass her like that? Honestly, when you and the firebomber rat showed up, I honestly thought you were after /me/." she pauses, "...I've got a few enemies. Yeah, surprising, I know."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "I don't know any Garland, so I couldn't say," Echo shrugged her shoulders a bit at that, her wings fluttering a bit from behind her. The dress she wore seemed to be lower on the back than it was on the front, due to them. "I don't go looking for people for no reason, unless I feel like it," she drews herself up a little, seeming to be finally getting chilled. "I think I might step indoors somewhere, for now, free to join me, if you like," she vaned those wide long bat wings of hers.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "...hm. Interesting. So it was someone then. I wonder who else Morrighan's manage to tick off this past year or so." Avira muses, tilting her head down in contemplation. "Oh, I know of plenty of reasons people would come after me. Iiiii don't think I'm going to be sharing any with you, of course." She smirks and follows after Echo with a shrug. "Bad for my own business. I'm sure you'd understand."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Echo is doing a little brisk walk, her wings out behind her but she's not taking off just yet exactly--they're flapping here and there, leading to a sort of skipping fluttering hopping motion from time to time, not looking back to see if the spine-wielder is following, at least not at first. She's heading out of the park however, though she's not heading towards a brightly lit part of town, perhaps to more dens of inequity like the night club? Except that burned down, so... "Still following me, hmm?" she looked over her shoulder and watched the girl for a moment.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' If Echo starts flying, Avira will have a problem following. Her own air magic could give her boosts or change the angle of her descent but she couldn't achieve pure flight with it. Quite a shame, actually, because Avira did miss flying like Echo is capable of. Pretty aware of the streets of Manhattan, she keeps good stock of her surroundings too. There are definitely other hives of scum and villainry in the city akin to the one Angantyr burned to the ground. "Yeah." Avira says casually, "Unless you're declaring our conversation over. Then I don't really have a reason to follow 'cause I don't intend to stalk you home."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' The bat pauses a little, before skipping another step. "Just can't stay away, eh?" Echo turned a little, her skirts fluttering about along with her. "I never said I didn't want to talk to you, I just can't stay outside forever, not in this freeze," she walks a little now, a good bit slower than her bounding pace from before, her wings still out behind her. "Or are you trying to find out what happened with the elf?" she pauses a little, turning to face Avira.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "I'm pretty sure Sun Tzu said something about knowing your enemy." Avira is quick to respond, perhaps almost defensively. "Oh, so the nearly bare feet ARE getting to you, then?" It still looks like she might take off at any moment until she stops and turns to face her. "You know, I kind of do, but I get the feeling I won't get it out of you without a serious interrogation effort." She rubs her chin, regarding Echo. "You strike me as a professional, after all, and professionals usually don't just up and give details about their contracts."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Well, the arms and legs are the first to lose most of their heat, in cold weather," Echo smiled a little, watching the girl. "Always so concerned about my feet, interesting girl," she grinned a little, then raised a brow. "You want to interrogate me then? torture me until I talk and tell you what you want to know?" she tapped a hand against her hip. "That can be as tough on the torturer as it is on the victim."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Ack! No I'm not! Not concerned!" Avira looks a little flustered at this point, "It's just weird seeing someone out in bare feet when it's this cold out! Seriously!" She waves her hands in front of her. Even more hand waving follows. "I don't think torture would be entering the picture here, I don't torture people. If anything, Angantyr should interrogate you about the job. He's actually intimidating." So Avira's well aware that she's not very scary.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Echo just sort of grins like a chesire cat, fangs broadly displayed as the girl waved her hand about, trying to explain. "It's quite alright either way, I don't mind being admired," she explains somberly, watching the girl still, idly. "Is that the swordsman I heard about? Hmph, I eat Dark Knights for breakfast," Echo crossed her arms in front of her, before turning and proceeding along. "Care to join me for some coffee, perhaps?" she asked after a while.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira huffs a little at the continued teasing, pouting with irritation at her intentions being misconstrued. Only seconds later does she seem to catch onto the fact that Echo was just doing it to get the reaction she was giving. Whoops. "Yes, thats' Angantyr. I suggest not saying those kind of things around him or he'll make you prove it." She follows along, looking around her. "Coffee? Sure. I could go for coffee."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Well then, I think I could have you along for that," Echo nodded a little, still smiling and apparently enjoying the other girl's company. She'd continue on then in that sort of half-skipping bouncing fashion along, Avira in tow, off to someplace to get a hot cappacino.

Echo

2013-12-10T05:43:43Z

Ruby69: /* Acquaintances */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Echo
|lastname=Lacroix
|middlename=
|image=Echoleafava.jpg
|imageoptions=200px
|age=20s
|species=Beast kin
|sex=Female
|height=5'6"
|weight=Under a buck fifty
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Close Quarters Wizardry (CQW)
|hometown=Treno
|group=N/A
|occupation=Magician
|alignment=Chaotic Awesome
|themesong=[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xjtxCdMyQ4 Type O Negative: Black No. 1]
|quote="Don't worry, you won't feel a thing!"
|footer=Target: Dark elf. Possibility: Slam Dunk. ETA: ASAP.
}}

=Background=

Imagine if you will, the town of Treno, the city that never sleeps. A small family serving a certain set of the nobility is something more than it seems, hiding a bloodline of trained assassins. The males deal in refinement of the art of the knife, poisons along with other technlogical advances. The females on the other hand carried with them mystical arts, passed down from grandmother to mother to daughter. They have their secrets, and keep them well.

Meet Echo. During her childhood she was passed down these secrets in the interest of keeping up the family business, which while not always apparent to her, was death. Early on she understood the workings of such as 'laundry' and was therefore convinced that being 'taken out out to dry' had a completely different meaning during her childhood.

Eventually, the young batgirl decided that she did not want to be coerced into continuing the family business as she neared adulthood, she wanted to make her own decisions, so she left home and wandered abroad. There was still a problem, however. The business was the only skill she knew, other than magic and even that ran only along the path of destruction. What was a girl to do! She then realized if there were things to be had, then she would have to use her skills to drag them out herself.

=Personality=

Having grown up in a somewhat privileged but strange household, Echo was not the most normal child. The family did well financially but they kept to themselves, more or less, sometimes out of necessity, other times well, who wanted to be around the creepy bat people who dressed in black and probably had people buried in their basement? As such, she grew up a good bit different, and her humor tends toward the black, sometimes even morbid. Her sense of detachment from things that would otherwise startle or bother other people can lead her to seeming manic even, as she's got a good bit more tolerant for matters dealing in death and danger, though she hadn't taken up full time work like the rest of her family.

For flaws she's a bit naive at times, having not seen too terribly much of the world yet, and she seems to think her magic can get her out of most scrapes, though she's only ever been in real trouble a few times so far. She might also have a dangerous false sense of security from this, thinking she's tougher than she actually is. As thus, she's sometimes careless, when dealing with other people as well, like in conversation. As long as no one is getting stabbed or shot it's not really a big deal, right?

As such, she's not quite as brutish or evil as some of her family members might have been, and she will never accept a job that harms a child. As long as she sticks to that in her mind, then she can live with the fact she will never be as bad as some people. Not only would she never harm a young person, she'd be liable to turn on allies if one was put in danger by them.

=Skills=

Her magical abilities are that of a black mage and she can cast various elemental destructive magic, her particular family gift also worked deadly poison into their magic arts, so even her directly damaging abilities can envenom someone.

As a bat beast kin, Echo is able to fly with the leathery wings attached to her back. This is however a mundane form of flight and is subject to her endurance so she can tire out. She also would have trouble carrying someone else and flying unless her strength was aided somehow.

She has an enhanced sense of hearing and limited echolocation, due to her ears, though this can be disrupted as it can be for normal bats by generating noise.

As an aside, she does and can bite people to drink blood, however this has to due to the breed of bats she comes from being hemotophagous (blood subsisting) so she's not a REAL vampire... YET. She can eat solid food to a degree, and also drinks things like water and other beverages.

=Acquaintances=

*[[Lumeria]]: Careful about those dark alleys, Galadriel, they're a real killer!

*[[Queegmaa]]: You're a mean one, Mr. Imp.

*[[Chita]]: All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you.

*[[Vespa]]: I'd say overcompensating, but you're a girl!

*[[Deelel]]: Alright, who turned off AVAST?

*[[Morrighan_Alazne|Morrighan Alazne]]: 5 Stars out of 5, would kidnap again!

*[[Avira]]: That's quite the massive ribbed knobby weapon you have there!

{{Character Logs}}

= Cutscenes =
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=Gallery=

[[File:EchoBlueCropt.jpg|thumb|left|Awesome pic done by [[Queegmaa]] player!]]

[[File:LfNd5QE.png|thumb|center|Official pic commissioned from [[Morrighan Alazne]]'s player.]]

It's a Bat Thing.

2013-12-10T05:20:31Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/12/09
|Location=Lindblum - Theater District
|Synopsis=Lumeria meets Echo in Lindblum!
|Cast of Characters=Lumeria, Echo
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' It is just after the evening theater rush and many people are heading home for the night, the place is decently pretty even at night, though Treno is better, it's shard piece hasn't surfaced apparently it would appear.. this is just fine for some, who don't have that much business there, or maybe for someone who just doesn't like the dark. Echo however loves the dark, but that's a different story. Right now there is just a bat lurking around here... for better or for worse, likely outside of the old theater building.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria's just finished watching a play, it was amusing though not in the way the producers likely intended. She yawns a bit as she exits the building. She might be part of a long-lived race but she has to asleep just like anyone else. She's already made inn reversations for the night, she just has to make it back there. Of course she's not really aware of who or what might be lurking in the darkness.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Perhaps as Lumeria walks home, in a part of the street which isn't so brightly lit suddenly there is a flash of white as a very white furred bat lady swings down from above on a... street lamp? Of course, she's not exactly hanging onto the lamp by her feetsies either, as she's wearing sandals, she's just got her legs hooked around it, like on a jungle gym. "Look into my eyes, you are getting very sleeepy... you want to show me your throat..." she's even putting on a very thick, mock Hungarian accent!

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria looks a bit surprised as the batlady is hanging down on a street lamp. She's seen bat people around Treno before, but she hasn't really stop to talk to them. "Oh please, do you really think I'm going to fall for that? I wouldn't be much of a mage if i did. I may not look that imposing but..." She still puts up a hand to her neck who knows what this odd woman might try.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Are you sure you don't want to show me your throat? not even a little? SIGH~" Echo pulls herself up onto the lamp post, now speaking completely casually and in her real voice, hanging down before her wings cushion her decent onto the street in front of Lummy. "What's the matter? you don't like Bat people?" she crosses her arms a little and slides back a bit, tapping her foot a little as she looked disapprovingly at the elf. "I get it, you're one of those elf supremacists! Oh my lawd!"

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' "I'm not a supremacist, most of my friends are other races." Lumeria is still a bit defensive as she says that. "I haven't really met any bat people before, but when someone wants to see your throat it's usually not for anything good." She's heard rumors about them. "Would you enjoy having someone bite your throat?" It doesn't too pleasant to her.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Maybe I wanted to see your necklace! Did you ever think of that??" Echo acts like this is obvious and exasperating, but is likely putting this on for show. "Well, I dunno, jeez--I'd probably have to know them a bit first and... I mean uh, yes?" Echo blinked a little after thinking about it and talking aloud like that, before she shrugged a little. "Gotta be careful around these streets sometimes, y'know? Lot of mean people, lot of nutses," she nodded sagely.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria removes her necklace and holds out so Echo can get a better look at it. She doesn't really care if it gets stolen, it was cheap and she has plenty of jewelery as it is. "You can see my point then. It can be dangerous here at night, not as bad as some places but you don't want to go to certain parts of town. I'm assuming your nocturnal, so you're used to it." She figures that's likely the case.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' The bat lady blinks and peers closer at the necklace, making no move to try and take it or the like, just looking. "Are you trying to say I only come out at night because I'm a bat, huh? The stereotyping around here, my goodness," Echo dramatically sighed again, shaking her head. "I hope one day my people are able to walk free without having such assumptions cast on them. 'Bats are only gothic!' or, 'bats only drink blood!' Well, the last one is kinda true but you get my point!"

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' "Well, I would assume you prefer the darkness at least." Lumeria figures that's not too much of a reach. "Most of the bat-people I've seen were in Treno." She can put two and two together. "And you did just confirm about the blood, even if you weren't planning to drink mine. I don't think you're going to get much out of me." You don't see many fat elves after all do you?

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Hmm? eh, not really," Echo shrugged a little, blinking a bit as she watched the elf. "There are some there, not all of them," she nodded a little, peering at the elf girl. "Or maybe you just sorta advertise your throat with that plunging neckline on that dress of yours!" she pointed a finger accusingly at Lumeria, white-furred finger at that, Phoenix Wright style. "All this time, and you never knew yourself were to blame.. tsk tsk tsk," she shook her head a little, clucking her tongue.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' "What am I suppose to wear, a neck brace?" Lumeria wonders how she's supposed to make her neck look less tempting. "Or Malboro perfume though that would keep everyone away." Scratch that idea. "I don't normally hang around with people who are tempted to bite my throat. Have you met many others like me?" She wonders where she got her impressions about elves from.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Hmm, maybe a blue velvet choker or the like for you actually--but that's not the point!" Echo rubbed her chin a little, peering at Lumeria before shaking out of her attire-consultant mode, there. "I get it, you're predjudiced against the hematophagous! Now I get it!" she walks a little closer, but not too close. "Others? you mean Elves, actually, yes," the bat stops a little as she had been stalking closer, then grinned fangily. "She was a dark elf though, you're a lot more fair-skinned than her."

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' "Yes, we don't all have the same skin color A blue velvet choker...that might look good on me." Lumeria nods at that, she's caught up in her own appearance to notices Echo moving in closer. "If you were me, would you enjoy having your blood drank and possibly being turned into a bat?" She's only heard rumors about the second part but it certainly might be true.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Whaaat? That's like me asking you if you'd like to be uh, shot with an arrow and turned into an elf," Echo thought about it a bit. She doesn't get closer, but more or less hangs back as she thinks about that. "Well, if you didn't want people after your neck, don't wash it I suppose, that can help! Course, you might start to reek a little," she shrugged. "The price of a safe neck can be high."

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' "I don't think that would be possible unless if were some kind of magic arrow. Even then I'm not familiar with any spells that would turn someone into an elf." Even Lumeria's never heard of a spell that could do that before. "Pass, I believe in basic hygine." She's not that big on getting dirty. "Look, if you need to drink blood to survive that's understandable but I rather it not be mine."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Or maybe if we hugged a tree really, really hard! Ahh, I dunno," Echo sighed a bit, looking tired. "I'll see you later, I have to go now," the bat lady stretched her wings out and flapped them ever so lightly. "Don't worry it'll be soon... verrry soon," she thought about it for just a moment, looking upwards. "Or maybe not, but sometime!" she cackles as she flies up into the air and takes off, apparently getting the heck out of dodge.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria watches at the bat lady flies off thinking that was certainly odd. Was she planning to drink her blood at some point? That makes her feel a bit uneasy, but she figures there's no point in worrying about it too much. She doubts she would try it during broad daylight at least.

Maleficent Drinks Tea

2013-12-08T22:01:22Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/11/04
|Location=Traverse Town - District 3
|Synopsis=Maleficent has a chat with us in Traverse Town.
|Cast of Characters=Maira, Maleficent, Chita, Helena Celba, Echo
|pretty=yes
}}

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Seated at a table in the Traverse Town plaza is a dark sorceress. Her fel power could rend this little place - if it was worth it. And if it was worth the headache, as so few things were. Usually, the solitude of her study would suffice. But it was necessary to remain in the worlds if certain spells were to be maintained. She could shortly withdraw to her fortified tower for another week, but the scones were passable and the tea suitable. The chair she is seated on is not one of the small metal framework stools so common here, but a throne. In deference to disguise, and at the insistence of Pete, she had donned a huge black cloak over her svelte dress. Its hood is pulled up, creating a comical cone where her horns are. But she is one face among many faces, detectable to those who know darkness, but given wide berth by those with passable survival instincts. Her staff lays across her lap and she daintily wipes her lips after consuming another buttered treat. Wasting darkness and phenomenal power means you get to eat what you want.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "What is your problem?" A voice spoke from nearby amongst the crowds that were traveling to and fro. It was actually one Maleficent might recognize if she cared enough to pay attention before. Possibly not. It was that Viera she had blinded, the one that had been a continuous pain in her robed backside. At least as much as a thorn is a pain. Still. He seemed to be grumbling at his Chocobo that was next to him, a large red bird that seemed a bit antsy. "Why are you acting like this? Fine, begone then, enjoy whatever it is you intend to do." And with that the bird quickly trots off and vanishes into a portal back to his stables, away from the bothersome feeling he was getting. Chita simply sighed and felt around before sniffing and realizing this was probably where he'd come for. A little cafe he tended to come to now and then. Thus, he walked over to a nearby table, not far from Maleficent, and quietly sat down while waiting for someone to notice a new customer was there.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Such a dark power...and a familar one! Helena was drawn into the city by some whimsical need or something, but now that she was here, she was drawn to the dark power that poliferaited the town, that seemed to attract her to a simple place for tea and other treats. Helena, typically, is not much for tea...sure, she knows the proper cermony as it is proper for her station as a servant to the Mursame heir...well, that was not quite right, she could easily take the name for herself, but the conditions for it were too stifling for her. In the end, she rather loves survitude, Souji is not what you would call a harsh employer, especially for those of her talents. Right now, she gracefully enters the little place, walking slowly towards the table and it's...disguised mistress.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent takes her moment to look at Chita, failing at birds. She pauses, she brings the tea to her lips, and sips loudly. Her eyes move up, Helena is recognized at least, her company had been the only sane point in the Burmecian debacle. Amused, the Sorceress clicks her fingers, calling a server over to gently take Chita's orders - glancing sidelong at the cowled fairy now and then. Maleficent does not speak, that would give it away - just a good samaritan pitying the blind.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' And here Maira was, just leaving town. The books are packed up, tea has been had with Faruja, and they are officially on their way. Suddenly Maira stops, eyes bugging out as a familiar and quite unwelcome (gotta be specific) dark presence fills her with dread. The light in her heart flares in warning, telling her to get away. So, Maira goes right back inside HQ and hides, casting a protective spell or two around the building--especially the front door. Goodness knows how many times that's been broken down! Feeling brave, really. Maira sighs heavily with frustration. What is Maleficent doing here!?

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' A bat lady is in the plaza, or at least simply strolling along--would appear she is looking for some refreshments. She pauses after getting a cup and unlidding it--experimentally checking the scent of it before shrugging and looking up, her sandals smacking 'gainst the pavement as she wanders over to the congegration, at least that's what it looks like. Her eyes widen a bit as she notices Chita there, grinning a little before simply pausing to watch the cowled woman, taking a careful sip of her quite hot tea.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' With people not really saying anything, to him at least, he didn't seem to do much other than sit there politely in his own thoughts. No reason for him to look around given his lack of vision at the moment and his ears twitched now and then when something was heard. Maleficents quick click of her fingers, the hushed words and such. When the waiter comes over, Chita turns towards him and asks for a large salad and container of cold tea, no ice. When he walks away, Chita looks around as he heard the sound of another walking nearby, then another, before turning towards where Maleficent was. The voice he had heard and sound of the snap of sorts had made him imagine they had done such. "I appreciate such... if you did just call someone over."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena smiles as she notices the dark lady, moving towards her table...there are others, but they are not currently worthy of her notice... "Ah, I don't suppose you would mind the company?" She offers, as sweetly as she can. "I would like to discuss some...interesting bits of philisophy with you, if you have the time.." She looks at Chita, who is annoyance.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent gestures Helena into a seat next to her. She otherwise remains overall silent. She isn't aware of Maira barricading herself inside, but if she were she would get a lovely tingling joy from it. The Dark Sorceress points to her plate, and the server nods, confirming another order of buttered scones is on the way. The gesture she makes is complex, an open-handed "welcoming" in general. Her eyes rove the plaza, pausing on the bat entity, passing over the server, and otherwise inspecting for threats. Chita doesn't really register on her threat scale. She emanates power, and in fact there is a thin silvery thread connecting her to a conduit across town, a little spell kept ready for when it is needed later. She has to be in the world to charge her spells - Hollow Bastion is too reinforced even for her magic to make it out. For the moment, she refrains from speaking, but is very attentive. The edge of a smile is visible below her cowl.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Echo looked up as the cowled woman in black seemed to rest eyes on her, as if the hair (or fur, in this case) stood up on edge for a second. Hesitantly, she strode closer and seemed to be like a man cautiously feeling the heat of a hot stove radiating against their skin. Ever so slowly she inches forward, the tea in her hand all but forgotten, a bit even spilling over the edge of the cup, the hot tea stinging the skin beneath the fur on her fingers. "Good evening," she said aloud in a greeting tone, her voice feminine and sounding just like any other's, despite the bat-like features.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena sits as instructed, indicating she wants some tea as the matter seems to be a silent one...interesting. For why is she silent..? It...confuses, but interests Helena, who is known for her capracious nature. She watches, with oddly perfect behavior and manners...the bat woman coming up gets a notice...perhaps she is one of those...Mutates? Yes, Mutates from Manhattan...hmmm... She's never...entertained a bat person before. She wonders how it works.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' Not exactly getting a response, Chita returns to not doing anything at the moment and just sitting there quietly while awaiting his order of tea and salad to come. When Helena speaks, though, Chita shivers slightly. He wasn't even sure why. Something about the voice bothered him. Subconsciously he was likely associating it with the whole fear trip she put him in at Burmecia, but for now it was just a little uncomfortable shiver and unease. "What a strange feeling that." he mumbled to himself before saying a little louder, "Perhaps that is what Senra was a little upset about. Something around must be off. Hopefully it is not the Heartless."

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' "Take a seat." Maleficent responds to Echo, gesturing to a chair. Her voice aloud is its usual high but gentle murmur. "How may I help you, this evening?" She slides her plate to the middle of the table. The sorceress has been at war for a long time. With enemies external and within, with herself, with the Worlds. She has not mellowed, but she is at some times angrier than others. She has been holding back in literally every encounter with the "forces of light", and today is no exception. Barring an actual fight, she would not imagine doing harm to anyone present - there was no point. Traverse Town was an anomaly, not a place - simultaneously unassailable and not worth assailing. It would soon be the site of some great events though. "You know..." she says by way of conversation, "Lots of things wash up here."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Indeed." Helena says, conversationally, ignoring Chita for now. He seemed to be no threat, and seemed also blind...and hoboish. Disgusting really, hobos that is... Helena takes the offered scone, and nibbles on it, taking her tea simply. A little milk, no sugar. If the natural flavor of the tea needed to be dressed up...with some small exceptions of flavors...then it was unworthy of her pallet. "I was not the least among them, my home being devoured by such creatures...and the talks of a traitor to our world too. Ah...but I have taken it as a blessing, the chance to explore a new world, to meet new people...and have new oppertunities that I would not have."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "I was surprised," Echo looked away from the fairy a little as she pulled a seat out for herself and sat down, looking as if she was embarrassed slightly. She seemed like she was still stunned a little from what she'd felt earlier, like as if she'd seen a ghost. She wiped a hand across the other one that had been splashed by the tea, recollecting herself. "I've studied magic since I was a little girl but I never felt anything like this before," she said after a few moments, rubbing a shoulder as if cold, somehow.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "You haven't?" Helena asks, as if surprised if this was a first. Well, if she means in sheer power...it might be because Helena has touched the face of Chaos at least twice. It even killed her once!

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' "I have studied magic... longer." Is the only answer the sorceress gives, as she carries on with her meal. "Indeed, much washes up here, which only needs awakening. And awaken it we shall." At about that moment, a figure rounds the nearby corner. He is armor-clad, in a high and peaked helmet. His long tail has rings of iron around it, and the lance across his back is prodigiously sharp. Fratley the Iron Tail strikes an unmistakable silhouette. He does not appear impatient, but he gives a gentle nod before helping himself to food and drink at a nearby table. Though he remains standing. "And this place will not stay the same." Her eyes flutter, brushing back the cowl and revealing a face unremarkable to most. Her horned visage and pale green skin are striking though. She gestures dismissively to Fratley, who takes the point, and prepares to move away. "The worlds will change, see them while you can." is the bare response to Helena, but the fairy does not appear unkind in saying it. Here, in this place, she need put on none of her usual airs. Calm, assured power means she can sip her tea. Though people do tend to be so boorish following the reveal.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' Blink. Blink. "...huh?" That voice surprised Chita when he heard it. It was a familiar voice, one that had actually haunted his thoughts recently. His memories. Every time he remembers how his eyes were damaged. Surely she wasn't just casually sitting nearby and drinking something? He'd heard that loud sip earlier. Possibly pointedly loud. And the other voices seemed familiar too... somehow. He couldn't place Echo's even though he'd met her once, and Helena's was just creepy somehow. For whatever reason, Chita doesn't jump to attack or defend or anything for that matter like he had the other times he'd come across her. The reason may not be apparent, but he was opposing her goals on principal before, or trying to keep others safe. Now she's just drinking something. Tea maybe. Why worry? He wanted to ask something, ask her /why/ she had been genial enough to rustle a server over for him, but perhaps it was the same. He was simply there at the time and it was nothing personal. Fratley's presence went unnoticed for the time being. Instead, he simply turns his chair and himself towards her quietly, perhaps making it known he was at this point listening, or at least observing the conversation in and as much as a blind fellow can.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Everything changes." Helena says, "To stay still is to die...to resist change is to be a aberation." She says calmly. "Magic...now that is something I love to talk about. Explore the ruins, finding new spells...experimenting with new ways to unleash magic...combining martial prowess and intelligent design..." "I could really go on for hours."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' The bat's yellow irises were trained on Maleficent as she drew her cowl back, leaning back almost as if there was that sort of radiation from her again, like a blast of heat coming off a stove, or maybe a furnace. "I guess you have," Echo replied with relent in her voice after a moment's pause, taking the cup and sipping from it again, feeling considerably less hot now, almost as if the cup in front of her face is to shield her from the woman in black. "What place doesn't?" she asked curiously after a moment, eyeing Fratley out of the corner of her vision. A bodyguard? He seemed interesting, though Echo couldn't seem to draw her attention away from the powerful /thing/ sitting across from her.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' Maleficent only uses violence as an appropriate response. Or an inappropriate one. Well, a response. She doesn't need to strike first- just if people stand in her way. She laughs at Helena's enthusiasm. "Well, it really is a shame that the only means of travel available to you is so slow, is it not? Those clunky ships, and the dangers of world travel..." "Oh, some places stay the same for a long time, dear. If they are kept, if they are treasured." "Well..." Power has finished flowing from her, and the Sorceress rises. "Hello there." Her eyes lock on Chita's face, and even in the dark of his blindness the Viera lad would be able to see the outline of her face, her horns, her faint smile, and of Fratley nearby who has been touched by darkness. A kind of negative impression of the world, but then fading. "I must be on my way, it was lovely seeing you all." Her voice is mildly sarcastic as she prepares to leave

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena pauses...hmmm... "Ah yes...but it is the only one avalible to me...for the moment." Though if Souji heard her call the ship slow...oh man. It takes a trio of mages to constantly power and keep the thing in tact. Well, this is because it is also not a real ship so much as a magical construct for their relaxing. "Ah...parting is such sweet sorrow...And I have so many questions...but alas, I suppose they will wait.." Again, her capracious nature allows her to easily let things come and go...for now.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "..." Chita stared quietly at Maleficent as she rose, and suddenly it seemed like he could see her. What the hell was going on? How could he possibly see ANYTHING with his eyes how they were, and through the blindfold? "Hello to you as well." he said softly. "I would like to speak with you further at some point... tonight or another time." Which may in fact seem odd. Perhaps his own intentions are obvious on his expression/voice.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "I see..." Echo blinked in response, and suddenly that feeling of power eminating from a great furnace was gone, just gone. She didn't know what to say or do for the first few moments after, trying to puzzle out something, taking a sip of her tea and watching the woman in black go, nodding a in response to her departure. There is just a little noise as Echo gets up as if someone was sucking colder air into her lungs than what she had just been as she got up, like a man coming out of a warm house into below zero.

:'''[[Maleficent]] has posed:''' The Corridor of Darkness opens in an instant, a billowing gate that is gone a second later. Maleficent through it, across the worlds shortly after, and safely home in her study. "We will speak soon enough. You should warn the girl not to keep the crystal near." - and the voice fades, and the presence fades, and the rat fades. She stole the cup btw. Evil, you know.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Ohhhh...she can do that too." Helena says. She hasn't figured out /that/ spell yet... She wonders if Souji has....words to think on! Now that her main focus is gone, Helena...much like a cat, suddenly looks at Echo with a more interested expression. "What an interesting creature you are...Helena, by the way.." She offers a dainty hand.

Manhattan Museum of Wonders

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:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' As it turns out, there is no big plans needed for actually ripping something off from a musuem (at least not in Echo's mind) as she has simply walked in close to closing hours and proceeded to subdue the guards, or at least try to. Once a little action happens outside there is an alarm going off from the inside, which is audible from outside the place and a short distance away, prompting whoever is inside to work fast in getting away before anyone comes to try and stop them! Echo fixes her hair after chasing down one of the security guards and hums to herself, rubbing her chin as she peers over the velvet rope of the crystal ball-like bauble she'd apparently been there for. Was it even worth anything?

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel had been back in Manhattan after all it had the link to her actual home world so here she was she's heard the alarm as she was just heading for a drive and that brings her light cycle to a halt, a moment later the craft vanishes into wire frames and light. Then it's cone Deelel grabs the baton that generated the graft slaps it on her leg and is now isn't sure what's gong on at the museum but she's got no love for someone messing with art which is meant to be on display for all, right? So there Deelel is heading inside to see just what's going on here. She might look a good deal strange to anyone from this world or another the strange style of her partial body suit like clothing the going tattoos on her exposed arm that looked like computer circuits.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Echo frowned as after simply unclipping the velvet rope and stepping past it that she finds the glass cover of it won't budge. Her lower lip parted lightly in curiosity she extended a finger and frost began to grow around the glass on the point where her red nailed finger was pointing--increasing as mist wafted up from around the glass and began to crack, eventually shattering and leaving a large pile of cold, broken glass. "Ahah!" the black dressed female proclaimed, but then turned as if she heard something behind her. She would be standing there nearby with the crystal ball in her hands when Deelel walked in, casually hefting it about and peering at it. "Oh hello! did that annoying noise bother you?" she asked, shrugging. "The people here don't seem to understand this thing's real value, so I decided to remove it in case they got hurt."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is making her way in and looks a the damage for a moment as she has her arms folded. "Nice try, your just a theif, drop the relic. The Police are already on their way. This is your only warning, I suggest you do the smart thing and give it up, right now." Deelel makes no moves that are actually hostile and /seems/ to be unarmed but looks are deceiving after all so who knows. Also oddly her voice sounds a little bit distorted as she speaks. "As of the value yes they do know this is a museum after all where things of historical value are put on display so they can be taken in by the population as a whole."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Echo seemed confused for a moment at the sound of the woman's voice, tilting one of the large bat ears of hers up to the side as if she wasn't able to hear it correctly. Though it seemed like from what she said next that she HAD heard her. "Is that so? well, if they thought it was valuable they would have put it under better security, I would imagine!" she seemed to toyingly flip the crystal ball up in the air--where it did not fall, but instead floated lazily around, by magic apparently. "I guess I'll just have to use force then if you won't let me pass," she said almost apologizingly, as if she was sorry to do it, though she might be sarcastic instead. She raised her hands and clenched them roughly, what looked like vines or creepers began to grow up from the tiles at Deelel's feet, trying to envelope her!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel :says "From the looks of you your from the world of ruin. It's under better than your aware of that alarm's already summoned the police. As you wish, you had your chance." Deelel moves in such aw ay you'd not expect someone from a starting stop to do so she's flipping into the air an twisting as she goes. She comes down for a landing but does not do more than pull the strange disc off her back. The edge humms to life as she does so and she doesn't seem happy. "So magic as well, that only seems to confirm it." What is she doing? It seems she's preparing something but what?

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "From the looks of you your from the world of ruin. It's under better than your aware of that alarm's already summoned the police. As you wish, you had your chance." Deelel moves in such aw ay you'd not expect someone from a starting stop to do so she's flipping into the air an twisting as she goes. She comes down for a landing but does not do more than pull the strange disc off her back. The edge humms to life as she does so and she doesn't seem happy. "So magic as well, that only seems to confirm it." What is she doing? It seems she's preparing something but what?

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Ohh, you're fast," Echo looks surprised honestly that she was able to evade the streamers of vines that had cracked and erupted from the floor, breaking right through the tiles, tilting her head as she handles that disk-like weapon. "You act like you'd never seen it before," the bat lady grinned a bit cheekily, then shook her head as she furrowed her brow and raised a hand again, having to chant a little as she pointed a finger at Dee. A huge gust of wind would begin to blow, lancing out at her in a concentrated jet, all the while the air around her seemed to become hotter and mini explosions of fire burst out of the air, sucking the air away!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is indeed fast and she smirks a bit at the bat lady for a moment. "It does not exist on my world and is rare on this one. One able to learn such on this world would have other things to do than be a petty thief." Be it protecting the world or furthering their own interests whom is t say but this time the next spell does a bit better catching her the air is sucked away but that part has no effect on her aside form begin unable to talk for the moment. She's still effect by the explosion however that humming blade is put to use as it's thrown at echo, even if it misses it will bounced back to the strange human? woman and she'll launch it again before she breaks into a run for Echo.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Though Echo tries to sidestep the spinning chakram, the blade of it still finds her in a gout of blood. The scent is acrid and stinging to the notrils, a hiss rising from the bat's throat as if in surprise, or anger, maybe both. "Ruthless!" she snarled, and raised her hands again, this time a much larger version of the frost she had used earlier on the crystal ball formed in the air above her--the cold air visible as the temperature dropped and opened up into a full on squall. Shards of ice began to rain down from it, aimed to fall right ontop of Dee.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel catches the disc as it returns in one hand and stares down the demi human for a moment as the attack comes her way, she doesn't fully evade the blast from the mage but it's enough she's still going. Deelel is looking a bit roughed up but she's far from out of it an. She's got her disc again even as she's got more battering and digging into her. She dives at Echo and attack up close dropping into a sliding lick then flipping with a back flipping kick before coming about with a round house while holding her active blade in hand, oddly not being employed.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Nyom!" the bat seemed to relish the sprayed blood from the ice shards, catching a streak out of the air with her mouth and licking her lips as if she'd just downed something tasty. The is however taken back by the sudden and swift axe-like kick that slices across her, causing her to stumble back and be literally knocked aside as she is roundhoused into a display kiosk, knocking some ancient pottery over with a shattering crash! "...Ow," the bat picked herself up and rubbed her head, looking worse for wear as she picked herself up, a magical series of light points appearing before creating long diamond like shards of material in the air, raining down upon Dee!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel does not seem to be one that's about to let up too much when it comes to combat. She makes no reply as she's caught with more spells and it's not looking too good. She's not happy about the damage artifacts. It's time to get out of here. She's gong to attempt to pounce the bat and throw her out the door which she'd left open on her way in and then attempt to follow up the attack with another combo of melee attacks hopefully being closer to bringing this madness to an end.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Echo gave a wide flap of her wings, the air hitting Deelel as she jumped back and actually lifted up into the air and away from Dee as they kept beating, those white wings beating pell mell to avoid the pouncing program. There was a serious look of what might have been surprise or fear on the demihuman's face, casting an arm out for a gesture sweeping across the room, the area around Dee becoming wreathed in fire.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is hit again but takes the magic pretty well all things considered she's pretty badly. The bat continues to well do damage and it's time to get her the heck out. Deelel is not playing around at this point as she moves to make another attack on Echo she uses her disc twice trying to keep her off balance and closes in. She's just going to end this simply with a heck of a full out punch to the demi human's face. "ENOUGH!"

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Echo tries to move out of the way of Deelel's audacious charge, but is thrown back with a spat of blood from the thundering blow she takes to the face--coming up with a bit of red flowing throughout her teeth. Her own. "You... hit me," she muttered, through the liquid flowing out over her mouth, and then she was taken by what seemed like insane rage--a large fireball forming in front of her, growing larger and larger until it shoots out in a wave of heat, the light from it bathing the room red.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel did indeed hit the bat, she's breing up he disc to go for another one but it's too late as the fire comes for her and Deelel just has time to scream she's hitting the ground hard smouldering but there's no sent of burnt flesh, it's strange it's very strange. Also the police are pulling up now as the sounds of squad cards are pulling in. If she wants that item it may be best to depart now. Deelel isn't going anywhere at the moment it seems but no blood no flesh. What the heck /is/ she?

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Fire alarms are going wild as Echo stumbled past the program, not really interested in continuing this in her condition as she slips out using a warp spell--however she's taking that crystal ball with her, as firefighters rush to save the museum and whoever might still be inside--including the works of art contained there.

A calm before the storm

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:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Shortly after attending to some business in less rural area, it would appear Echo is alighting down here from her flight with a snap of her white wings, a final beat against the air as she smoothed her dress out. She took a moment to fix her hair too naturally, before raising a white-furred finger upwards and producing what appeared to be a multi-faceted crystal ball out of thin air, taking what appeared to be a kleenex out and breathing on it--wiping away what was apparently some sort of smudge before lenaing back with satisfaction. Clean.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira is out for a walk. Yes, she walked out of the castle. Just look at all that walking out freely thing that she was doing! She supposes she really shouldn't be indignant. She knows how it all seems. It seems /crazy/. But if she could see that Mateus was different, surely someone else could as well? Thus her and Avira had come. While Avira was busy however, Maira had the escort of Vespa. Really as far as bodyguards go, one can't do much better than and battle maiden with a giant axe that she /talks/ to. That is pretty darn intimidating. A walk would test her stamina, and surely the fresh air would do her health some good? Hopefully, it might also clear her thoughts. Maira had a lot on her mind--and when that happened, she was prone to stupid decisions in the eyes of some of the people she cared about most. Then there was the fact that she hadn't seen nor heard from Perci in...what, weeks? That knowledge is eating away at her slowly and steadily. She needs answers. With a sigh, Maira flops down on a rock, looking around the scenery before she turns to Vespa with a light smile. "Nice view, isn't it?" she asks.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "Yes, it is.", Vepsa said looking around as well. She took in a breath of the fresh moutain air. "Al thinks so too.", she says this looking at the overisde axe she carry aorund over her shoulder. She was staying close to Maira looking around once and a while for any possible dangers thought she doupted they would meet anyone in a seculed area like this. They might see a bear or a wolf possibly but she doupt they would try and attack the two of them. "You doing allright Maira?", the maid say looking at her, she wasn't out of breath, she was used to this kind of exerise she was a bit worried Maira might not be.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' As the two would walk, it would be fortunate--or perhaps unfortunate? that they would run into the bat woman as she tested the crystal ball for what might be the first time, at least it looked like she was looking into it with some distant level of scrutiny. "Ah... lovely night for a walk, yes?" Echo exclaimed as the two young ladies drew closer, drawing her arms out with the crystal ball floating off to Echo's right side. "The air is cool and the wind is nice," she nodded again, taking a glance at the crystal ball again before looking back at the girls. "How do you do? I am called Echo," she explained with good natured cheeriness.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' In fact, she isn't. Maira has never really been hardy physically, but she's doing better than she thought she would at least. She has rested, now it is time to test herself a little. Maira smiles to Vespa, nodding. "Out of breath, but I'm alright," she responds. Unless Vespa meant in a more general sense, but Maira doesn't really want to talk about that now. "It helps I think, being here. I hoped that it would. Now, I think its time to test my magic a bit," she responds, taking a deep breath in preparation. Casting was always so natural, especially fire. Summoning the flame was as natural as breathing--which for a long time had been a problem. You're not generally conscious of breathing, but you really need to be conscious of setting things on fire. Since Vector? It has been more difficult. With concentration, Maira pulls up the magic, holding out her hand to let the grace her fingertips, dancing from one nail to another before it sheaths her hand like a glove, not burning her flesh. At this, she smiles widely. "Its coming back..." she says, disbelief and excitement in her voice. Its then, of course, that they come across Echo. The flames wink out and Maira nearly jumps. "Oh! H-hello! I didn't see you there...ah..yes, it is a nice night," she answers, taking in the bat wings. Her mouth forms a small o of pleasure and curiosity. "Oooh, you have wings! That's excellent. Wings are...just great..." she says, her momentary glee seeming to fade as quickly as it came. Wings remind her of a certain missing gargoyle.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa smiles seeing Maira produce some flames from her hand. "That's great!" Then she see the bat girl What was someone walking out her in the middle of nowhere? Vepsa looked her over sptting floating cystal ball, looked like she is a mage She gets into a defense postion her massive axe point toward Echo "I`m Vepsa. What are you doing in a place like this?"

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Indeed they are nice, though they are... well, they require exercise to maintain such a flight for long, you see--it is not as easy as one might think to bear themselves into the air," Echo grinned a little, showing ivory fangs, peering down a little as she thought about something. The bat lady's yellow eyes are then trained on the large axe pointed toward her. "Oh my, there is no need for such concern, I am simply enjoying the night air," she shook her head a little and raised her hands to show they were empty and non-threatening. The floating crystal ball continued to refracture light upon it's many surfaces quietly. "Would you indeed like to see what it is like to have wings, miss...?" she gestured toward Maira, smiling hesitantly as well to Vespa.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "Its alright Vespa," she says, laying a gentle hand on her protective friend's shoulder. "She's not doing anything wrong," she adds. "I'm Maira," she tells Echo, nodding her head in greeting. "Oh, I know it isn't easy. I um--I know others who have wings. I've flown with them before. There is little more fun than gliding through the air," she replies wistfully. Maira then examines the crystal ball, tilting her head slightly. "What is that? It's beautiful," she asks. This, reminds her of Mateus--er, and the Goblin King, by default.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vepsa looks to Maira "Allright..", she lowered her axe, Echo seemed nice enough, She still quite trust her, yet. "Wings? eeh I'll have to pass I'll stick with walking...", her feet were meant to be on the ground and there going to stay there! She keeps close to Maira anyway letting the two talk.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Ah, so you understand then," Echo nodded a little with some respect there, blinking a little as she looked over to her right side. "Oh! this?" she gestured with her right hand and the crystal ball floated up in front of the bat woman. "It's something I picked up the other day. It's pretty, eh?" she smiled toothily a little at that, nodding. "I was going to give it something of a test here, I believe it's energies can be channeled to change the shapes of things... objects, animals, people," she trailed her gaze over the grass and to the castle behind them, studying it for a moment before turning back to the girls. "Which is why I asked if you'd like to try having wings, naturally," she smiled.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira smiles, a touch nervously. Shape changing magic was not something she wanted to mess with. "Ah, I see. Well, heh, I'll pass. Tempting as it is, I can't really be--a test...subject..." she says, choking on those last words. For a moment her breath quickens, her heart rate increasing as recent memories grip her. She turns away to examine some berries, trying to hide the near panic attack until she can get herself back under control.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "Interesting, but sounds a bit unnatural.",Vespa says. She like the way she looked just fine. She glares back at her axe. "Get your mind out of the gutter Al! There fine! You can be such a pervert!" She looks at Maira. "You okay?"

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Are you alright?" Echo asked with some genuine concern, stepping a little closer to the girl, though not too close. She blinked and raised her furry brows as the guardian maid girl began talking to... her axe? "Is the weapon enchanted?" Echo asked, taking just a step back as she peered between the two girls now a bit more concerned--or perhaps studying the two now, or maybe the three--as she eyed that axe too. The crystal ball however, perhaps picking up on the axe's... thoughts? began to shimmer, as Vespa would suddenly began to grow a furred tail, and then a pair of triangular furry ears over where her regular ones had been--her bust also increased a size, subtly. "Ahhh, I see!" Echo grinned a bit, as if satisfied with this development.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira steadies herself and turns back to the others. "Fine, I'm fine. I'm just getting over an illness," she explains, not wanting to divulge too much information to the stranger. See? She's learned some caution! Maira takes a seat to rest again, looking between Vespa and Echo curiously. "He must be enchanted I'd think...so you're a mage then? Me too," she replies.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa feels a change come over her. "What the?", her hands reach up and touch her new cat ears. "Ears?", she looks behind her and see she had a tail now too! "AAAHHHHHHHHHH What THE <GOOSHONK> is this???", she grabs the handle of her axe and start shaking it. "This is your fault Al! No it's not cute!!", acutally it is.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Fair enough," Echo doesn't seem to pry any further, likely understanding that something had been troubling Maira. She turned to look at Vespa with a grin, blinking at the sudden be-tailed and kitty appearance she had, as well as the added bounce to her chest area there. "Oh my, I didn't know your weapon was alive and could think," she stepped back a little from the sudden violent display Vespa created shaking the axe. "SO, that is what it keys into, hrmm..." Echo muttered this last part under her breath a little, as if to herself as she peered at the crystal ball, reflecting the image of Vespa with her cat ears and all. "Fascinating," she said aloud, one bat ear twitched perhaps with excitement.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira's eyes widen as she looks between Vespa, Echo, and the axe. Eeeeeeep! Al is a pervert! Slowly, Maira begins to back away.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa lets go of her axe sighing. "Al think this is all quite hilarous.", one of her new cat ears twich. She looks to Echo. "Any idea how long this is going to last?", "No Al don't think of anything else!!"

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "I don't know," Echo took a step closer as she was questioned, examining the ears and tail, holding a hand out as if to test the magical 'heat' or resonance from it. "Should likely not be too long. It seems like a moderate baleful polymorph to me," she shrugged a little. "Not that it would appear to hamper you in any fashion, and those ears are quite cute," she giggled a little and stepped back after that, rubbing her chin. "This went better than I could have hoped, I knew this thing was more important than it looked," she nodded a little, but stared blankly for a moment as she rubbed a still tender spot on her face apparently, wincing just a little where Deelel had tried to knock out punch her. She let her hand fall away from her face with a light grimace.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "well that's good to know.",Vespa says. She mutters. "I'm not so sure about that.", her new cattail swishes behind her. "I'm still not happy that I was a test subject..", she looks at her chest, did they get bigger too? How embrassing she not going comment on them outloud thought.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "It should be temporary, I think," Echo added as a bit of an afterthought at that, nodding as she kept her distance nevertheless. "Either way I thank you for your assistance there, I was trying to discern just /how/ this thing worked, now I think I have it nailed down," she grinned again, those ivory fangs glittering. "Oh yes, don't we indeed," she snickered.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vepsa looks at Echo a bit worried, she wondered what she had planned for her ne toy... "Your welcome, I think. I 'm glad it near haloween I won't stick out to much", this coming from someone who wears a maid outfit year round!

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Oh yes, I imagine you'll have many fans of your new look actually, especially for this time of year," Echo giggled a little, nodding as she overlooked Vespa's cat girl maid ensemble. "Not what I'd normally wear around, but who am I to talk?" she gestured to herself, all in an evening dress and all. "So your axe is free thinking and all that, yes?" she inquired to Vespa.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "Yes Al is free thinking thought I'm the only one that can hear him, it leads to some aquarad situations.", Vespa says looking back at her axe. "Some people think I`m just talking to myself or just crazy. I just tend to ingore those people or if there really perisent give them a lesson with Al they won`t forget.."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Ahh, so this thing must have sensed his desires then," Echo nodded and turned her chin toward the crystal ball and then toward Vespa's axe, brow furrowed in thought. "That would explain your sudden transformation I think," she waved a hand to Vespa. "It's no trouble at all, I understand the concept of talking or dancing weapons completely--though the last don't tend to talk so much as try to kill you," she grinned.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "Al can't move on this own. He seem to have some carnal desires thought. I really wish I could get back at him for this somehow.", she hmms and thinks. "How about I cut pupkins with you and don't clean up afterwads? oh ho! You don`t like that sounds of that do you Al!", she turns to Echo "He doesn`t like being dirty for very long."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Does he? Odd, I would think a weapon that was a spear or a sword might be more into that sort of psychology, you know how men can be with weapons like that," Echo sighed a little, shrugging. "I guess even axes can daydream like that," she muttered, blinking a little. "Well I'd imagine not, who does? besides maybe some sort of uncouth person," she peered at the thing.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' � don`t thin anyone likes being dirty", Vespa replies "I really don't get how he think some of the time. I know he likes me, he never really taked about his past much. I`ve asked him a few times about he but he claim he doesn`t remeber much about it."

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' "Indeed, well it's been fun, and... enlightening!" Echo smiled at Vespa and Maira, her wings spreading out behind her. "But now I think I shall have to retire, if you two need anything I shouldn't be far away," she grinned again and flapped off into the evening air.

Echo

2013-12-08T19:34:45Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Echo
|lastname=Lacroix
|middlename=
|image=Echoleafava.jpg
|imageoptions=200px
|age=20s
|species=Beast kin
|sex=Female
|height=5'6"
|weight=Under a buck fifty
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Close Quarters Wizardry (CQW)
|hometown=Treno
|group=N/A
|occupation=Magician
|alignment=Chaotic Awesome
|themesong=[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xjtxCdMyQ4 Type O Negative: Black No. 1]
|quote="Don't worry, you won't feel a thing!"
|footer=Target: Dark elf. Possibility: Slam Dunk. ETA: ASAP.
}}

=Background=

Imagine if you will, the town of Treno, the city that never sleeps. A small family serving a certain set of the nobility is something more than it seems, hiding a bloodline of trained assassins. The males deal in refinement of the art of the knife, poisons along with other technlogical advances. The females on the other hand carried with them mystical arts, passed down from grandmother to mother to daughter. They have their secrets, and keep them well.

Meet Echo. During her childhood she was passed down these secrets in the interest of keeping up the family business, which while not always apparent to her, was death. Early on she understood the workings of such as 'laundry' and was therefore convinced that being 'taken out out to dry' had a completely different meaning during her childhood.

Eventually, the young batgirl decided that she did not want to be coerced into continuing the family business as she neared adulthood, she wanted to make her own decisions, so she left home and wandered abroad. There was still a problem, however. The business was the only skill she knew, other than magic and even that ran only along the path of destruction. What was a girl to do! She then realized if there were things to be had, then she would have to use her skills to drag them out herself.

=Personality=

Having grown up in a somewhat privileged but strange household, Echo was not the most normal child. The family did well financially but they kept to themselves, more or less, sometimes out of necessity, other times well, who wanted to be around the creepy bat people who dressed in black and probably had people buried in their basement? As such, she grew up a good bit different, and her humor tends toward the black, sometimes even morbid. Her sense of detachment from things that would otherwise startle or bother other people can lead her to seeming manic even, as she's got a good bit more tolerant for matters dealing in death and danger, though she hadn't taken up full time work like the rest of her family.

For flaws she's a bit naive at times, having not seen too terribly much of the world yet, and she seems to think her magic can get her out of most scrapes, though she's only ever been in real trouble a few times so far. She might also have a dangerous false sense of security from this, thinking she's tougher than she actually is. As thus, she's sometimes careless, when dealing with other people as well, like in conversation. As long as no one is getting stabbed or shot it's not really a big deal, right?

As such, she's not quite as brutish or evil as some of her family members might have been, and she will never accept a job that harms a child. As long as she sticks to that in her mind, then she can live with the fact she will never be as bad as some people. Not only would she never harm a young person, she'd be liable to turn on allies if one was put in danger by them.

=Skills=

Her magical abilities are that of a black mage and she can cast various elemental destructive magic, her particular family gift also worked deadly poison into their magic arts, so even her directly damaging abilities can envenom someone.

As a bat beast kin, Echo is able to fly with the leathery wings attached to her back. This is however a mundane form of flight and is subject to her endurance so she can tire out. She also would have trouble carrying someone else and flying unless her strength was aided somehow.

She has an enhanced sense of hearing and limited echolocation, due to her ears, though this can be disrupted as it can be for normal bats by generating noise.

As an aside, she does and can bite people to drink blood, however this has to due to the breed of bats she comes from being hemotophagous (blood subsisting) so she's not a REAL vampire... YET. She can eat solid food to a degree, and also drinks things like water and other beverages.

=Acquaintances=

*[[Queegmaa]]: You're a mean one, Mr. Imp.

*[[Chita]]: All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you.

*[[Vespa]]: I'd say overcompensating, but you're a girl!

*[[Deelel]]: Alright, who turned off AVAST?

*[[Morrighan_Alazne|Morrighan Alazne]]: 5 Stars out of 5, would kidnap again!

*[[Avira]]: That's quite the massive ribbed knobby weapon you have there!

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

=Gallery=

[[File:EchoBlueCropt.jpg|thumb|left|Awesome pic done by [[Queegmaa]] player!]]

[[File:LfNd5QE.png|thumb|center|Official pic commissioned from [[Morrighan Alazne]]'s player.]]

Blackest Friday

2013-12-08T19:33:20Z

Ruby69: had to fix queeg's name to show up properly

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/12/07
|Location=Southern Manhattan
|Synopsis=Echo decides the greed and barbarism of a black Friday sale must be punished. Enchanted outfits and a Soda Machine Golem ensue!
|Cast of Characters=Skoll Ulfang, Avira, Maira, Lumeria, Minerva, Aerith, Rosemarie, Queegmaa, Rakassa, Echo
|pretty=yes
}}

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Black Friday. This is a notorious event when hordes of shoppers show up at major outlets to get the best deals. Unfortunately this also means that a single store can expect a mob of people at the door, pushing, kicking, shoving... people getting trampled even, statistically. At one of the biggest department stores in Manhattan, this sort of event is unfortunately taking place. Staff at the door are shouting for people to stay in a single file as someone nearly gets caught in a revolving door and the flow of people is directed to a nearby set of swing doors. As the people mill in, Echo looked down at the spectacle with a look of disgust. The flagrant disregard for eachother's personal safety, the rampant greed and consumerism, it's enough to make someone gag! White wings take to the air and soon the bat mage is above the store itself, letting herself in through a window near the roof and suddenly several flashes can seen from the outside through the windows... however it's not as if the shoppers or staff of the store notice, but sometime after there is the sound of screams from within and it's not just due to the shouting mass of people, somehow.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira is shopping, unfortunately. No one informed her that this was the WORST DAY EVER to go shopping on. Black Friday? Seriously? What kind of craziness is that!? She is however, attempting to shop ingognito. She dressed in a black dress and big dark sunglasses while purusing the lingerie department, several items of skimpy laceyness on hangers in her hands. She brings them to the counter and is ready to make a purchase it would seem, when suddenly she hears screaming! She blinks in alarm, but figures maybe this is part of Black Friday? At least until the store clerk starts running away. "H-hey! I haven't finished paying!" she shouts. Grumbling, she put her money in the open register, closes it, and procedes to bag her own garments stubbornly.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' On the other hand, some people just wanted to have a nice time. Without getting run over. Aerith watched from afar, making her best attempt not to get into the crowds at all. Best to wait until all this died down so she could actually get some updates done to her wardrobe. All these battles she'd fought recently were starting to do a number on her clothing. She managed to take a look upward for a brief moment, only to find, of all things, a bat. One that was far smarter than it looked as it entered one of the windows just above, neatly bypassing the crowds. The flashes are something new as well, and they make her eyes narrow. "That... does not look good." She had to find out what was going on without getting herself killed. Time to look for a back entrance.

:'''[[Rakassa_Rudori]] has posed:''' Rakassa's entry is appropriate to her stature as a noblewoman and Admiral of Vector! In she goes, atop a most noble creature she's acquired.../certainly/ that couldn't be Queegma that she's riding on like some beast of burden. She even has a riding crop, complete with a proper equestrian's outfit; hat included. Ka-crack! "Onward, beast! Give these pathetic, vile little peasant no heed! Mush! I must have my new wardrobe!"

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Crawling on his hands and knees was Queegmaa, today, acting as Rakassa's steed. She was a Shadow Lord, although she went by a different alias with a different appearance when presenting herself as one of the members of the illustrious Hollow Bastion, that didn't mean she didn't know how to put the fear of Poltergeist into others when she wanted to. For as much hate as Que was filled with, the same side of that coin was the emotion of fear, for anger was the psychological avenue one took when they believed they had a /chance/ of performing an effectual oppositional action against the threat at hand, whereas fear took root when one believed their only hope of salvation, or avoidance of pain was submission, if not all-out retreat. The fact was, Que knew very well what hidden powers lurked in the inner sanctum of Rakassa's being, if she chose to turn dormancy into malignancy, which meant that he also was aware of how outmatched he was by this woman who kept him so thoroughly oppressed. There were certain times when the foul mistress had pressed him to his boiling point, at which juncture he'd pushed back, but this was clearly not one of those occasions. So with very little dignity, getting himself all dirtied up by having carried her through the streets of Manhatten, Queegmaa dragged himself along with his rider, without much sign of protest, except for the fact that he was being compared to a husky, "Please.... Miss Rudori, if yer gon' make me carry ya 'verywhere.... cudja find't in yer heart not tuh compare me to a..... mammalian fleabag?" Apparently, he was quite proud of his amphibious nature, even if he probably had very little pride at all, by now.... especially considering he had that accursed leash around his neck; that definitely made him feel a lot more foolish. Then again, she didn't really need it,... it was just for show-- she could activate his CNS to generate pain, via the devices she'd installed inside of him long ago! From her lofty position, Rakassa can see above the droves of other shoppers, which would allow her a tactical advantage in locating the articles she wanted to purchase.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' I am a noble wolf. I am a warrior. I am... Standing in line for rediculously discounted prices! Even a proud werewolf such as himself has to be frugal with money sometimes. Dressed in tight black jeans, a black shirt, and a black thick bomberjacket with fur at the tip, the werewolf is quite packed in during these cold days. He may be a human werewolf, and have enough hair coming down from his scalp to cover quite a bit of his back, but he still doesn't enjoy the /cold/. "Man, I hope they open the doors soon." He huffs, breathing out white clouds into the air. A few people push against him as they try to get closer to the door. "Hey, careful." He mutters, the chains tied at his pants jingling violently as he gets jostled around a little. When the doors open, the werewolf is quickly pushed up against, and left in the dust as people hurry in. He's never been at a Black Friday sale, and is surprised just how many people can fit into such a tight opening in such short time. But what's more, he's halted by the appearance of someone /on a horse/ trying to get into the department store. He wonders if they won't just hit the opening with their face, trying to get in. By the time the werewolf tries to head inside, there's the suddenly flashes inside, followed by screams! His wolven ears perk up, and Skoll turns his gaze up towards the top of the building. Someone needs help! Such is his first thought, and acting upon this, the werewolf finally tries to dive inside with the same haste seen within the other shoppers.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria's heard about the sales going on everywhere. She's not above saving money on things. Of course getting through the gathered mob might prove to be a bit difficult. She's not exactly that physically strong for starters so it doesn't take much effort to knock the girl over. "Ugh, do these people always treat nobility this way?" Of course her title doesn't really mean much here. Her ears raise upwards at the screaming, just what she needs on top of everything else.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Across the street, there is a mob of another kind forming. Avira is extremely familiar with the phenomenon known as Black Friday. America was where she was really born-Black Friday's birthplace. In truth, she'd actually avoided shopping on this day because of the sheer hassle and danger involved in the pursuit. Prior to the day the world was shattered, Avira was a quiet and more introverted individual so the thought of plunging into a crowd of ravenous shoppers terrified her to the very core. Much had changed since then. Included in that change was a certain public appearance she had made the day prior. Specifically, she was asked to ride on a float in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade due to her (still valid? No longer applicable? hard to tell) status as Manhattan's Princess of Heart. It was fun. It was uplifting, gradually overturning the doubt that Maleficent had saddled with her a few months ago. Unfortunately, now people knew her face and her face was not an easy one to forget. Now she was being mobbed by people that wanted questions answered or pictures taken. This was nearly as terrifying as fighting Garland in hand to hand combat. Nearly. Part of her almost wishes she were doing that right now.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva was here shopping, she did not know what kind of nightmare it would be. She'd at least with help from Maira and likely Avira had something that didn't make her get mistaken for something off a TV show or lost from an amine con. She's pants, shoes, a sleeveless blue top and a white winter jacket on, also she's got a scarf about her neck. She's just been trying to keep going an she's starting to wonder about the savagery spawn by the greed of the locals here. she gives a look to Maira and then to Avira. "I have never seen such naked greed before." She seems out right horrified at the entire situation, she's bravely moving on into the hell that is this so called sale.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' People begin to flood downstairs from the escalators, several tripping and actually getting scarves and the like caught in them! Upstairs there is the sound of clanking, stuff being thrown around... and power tools? And beyond it all, above the din of people shouting there is a high feminine cackling, almost like a witch... or a black mage. People continue to pile over eachother from downstairs on the escalator to the second floor, if they're not helped people will just sort of bottleneck there and people will start to tumble over eachother! And is that a... suit and dress, complete with shoes and floating accessories coming walking by from the clothes department? they appear to be chasing customers as if they were actually filled with a body--ghosts or some kind of enchantment?? Someone does indeed hit a fire alarm at some point, admist what sounds like a roar coming from the upper floor, apparently where people were running away from, and the clanking of heavy, huge feet.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Amidst all this, Aerith managed to get in via the service entrance. Fortunately for her, it was unguarded, seeing as everyone was busy up front. The bad news? Once she got inside, the first thing she heard was absolute chaos, followed by a mad cackle. The clothes were alive. They were *moving*. They were just plain attacking people! "Yeah, time to do something." Aerith aimed for the suit, her materia flaring beneath the sleeves of her jacket, and let loose a sphere of flames. She'd pay for damages later, this had to be dealt with.

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' "Oh, quite your complaining! Look! My clothes are getting away!" Point! Rakassa glares as this lovely dress decides to chase some poor holiday shopper! "Yeeee-haaaw! Giddyup! Hi-hooooo Shopping!" Crack goes the riding crop! Out comes her bow and arrow, the Phoenix medallion thumping against her chest. "Leap on top of the stupid peasants if you have to!" Someone's planning on doing the Crowd-Wave. Twang! Off goes a freezing arrow to that lovely dress.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Besides the clanking that was heard from within the store, as a cybernetic being with three distinctly metal appendages, Queegmaa was making a bit of noise too, when his hands and knee collided with the hard floor. It wasn't extremely loud, because the fellow's total bodyweight was likely only about three hundred pounds or so, but if the internal echoes of clattering steel(or something similar) could be heard from afar, the chances were.... it was something /much/ bigger than Queegmaa, which was quite disturbing to him. The kappa didn't like the idea that something heavy was indoors, and since Rakassa was ruthless, the chances were, she wasn't about to allow some weird ED-209 wannabe to deter her from buying(or stealing in the confusion) the wares she wanted from Macy's-- that meant Queegmaa would have to actually do some /fighting/ of some kind. The sentiment turned his stomach. Que starts to charge after the dress his matron desired, as she fired arrows atop her 'siege tower', and in the meantime, he started to activate some of the programs in his system to boost his master's disposition!

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' Running in, Skoll is having some trouble getting through with so many people suddenly wanting /out/. Skoll is quick to get out of the way where possible, but it's hard to push through this wall of people. "People! Order! Don't trample anyone!" Skoll shouts over the screaming of people. There is little the werewolf can do to stop the people from hurting one-another and make it out safely. All he can do is get out of the way so he doesn't make things worse. He ends up jumping onto one of the nearby perfume counters, followed by breaking a few of them. His tail's fur soon stands on end, as the disgusting stench pervails itself to his nose. Even his hair rises, and tears appear in his eyes. "Ugh..." He grumbles and puts an arm in front of his mouth. He looks over the crowd, and that's when he truly spots the walking clothing. The horse riding towards them certainly helps. "People, leave in an orderly fashion!" Skoll shouts once again, making little handmotions! "One at a time! Don't push eachother! We will keep you safe!" He calls out. What is that rediculous person doing with the horse!? They're just making things worse!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' From her spot across the street, Avira can hear shouting and screaming...which was actually kind of normal for Black Friday shopping. She doesn't think anything of it until she sees people leaving the store in an exodus. The shrill screech of a fire alarm can be heard even from this distance once the doors are throw wide open. Avira frowns suddenly, kind of ruining a picture a curious man is trying to get of her. "Excuse me." she says abruptly, pushing through the crowd, "Pardon me! Coming through!" Getting in with these many people will no doubt be problematic. It'll take some time.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria manages to finally get in the store, only to have the mob now coming at her the other way. It takes her a moment to figure out why everyone's leaving. The clothes seemed to be moving on their own, that usually wasn't it normal. She also hears someone laughing as well, odds are that's who behind this. Of course she doesn't want to damage the clothes too much either, there might be something she might wants to try on later. She settles for weak magic for now.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Insert Maira being trampled, caught in a swam of people trying to get to the door, flailing wildly. "Hey! Stop that! I'm--urgh!" she shouts, before disappearing into the sea of people, lost in the undulating waves FOREVER! Okay, maybe for five minutes, but it seems like forever okay? After taking a heel to her back, Maira has had enough and channels air magic, using it to push the group of people away from her and out the doors as gently as possible. No lethal force or anything, but apparently its for their own good! Once the madness has cleared slightly, Maira spots the walking outfit, blinks, then looks to someone passing by. A face, a voice, she would never forget. "YOU!" she yells, then runs at Rakassa, aiming another focused burst of air in her direction!

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is now just left at a loss for words as thing have just gone even more crazy. Yet it's a form of crazy she can understand at the very lest. that is something for her she's already making preparations as she for an impending fight. Things are closer to home than she would expect. She was expecting to have to go to the upper levels? That is not to be as someone takes a shot at Maira and that's when everything goes to hell in a hand basket. She knows who this is and she calls out. "KNAVE! YOU WILL FALL BY MY HAND!" That's when the monk antics begin as she's already using her skills to get about people or even using them lightly a stepping stones oddly they would not feel much weight at all as she moves to close at Rakassa, she's one very unhappy silver haired lady!

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' The clothes get shredded by the various attacks and burned by Aerith's fire, a gruesome sight of several (assumedly) human looking figures running away on fire, but they aren't people but the strange enchanted clothing sets, before they finally are consumed and collapse. Several just plain stop moving due to the Lumeria's holy spells rained on them. This however does not stop very many from turning their attentions to the heroes and moving to try and envelope them! What kind of strange powers would enchanted clothes actually have?? But they're sure hostile now. Above the escalators there is a screeching of metal as something pulls itself into view from above. It appears like there is a couple of soft drink machines that have been pushed up against the upper landing, a soda, energy drink and even a V8 machine--until the square metal containers begin to rise and assume a vaguely humanoid shape. It's head gives off a roar of metal screetching and grinding within and the various machinery inside each machine seems to have been linked up somehow. Enter the Soda Machine Golem!

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' With her kappa steed being 'faithful', and even increasing her own abilities, she can concentrate on shooting. And more to the point, concentrate on avoiding a gust of wind! Digging a spurred heel into Que's back, she leaps upwards, carried higher by the air blast rather than being blasted off! "Well, well, well, why if it isn't my /FAVORITE/ little girl! So goood to see you again, sweethart~ Just couldn't stay away could you? But sorry, I'm after /other/ presents today." An arrow, glowing sickly green, is nocked and let loose towards Maira; horrible poisons dripping from its head. She lands neatly back upon Que's back. But there's falling dresses! Rakassa snatches some up as they fall, throwing them over Que. Glaring at the Soda-Golem, she shakes her head. "Curse you! YOU'RE RUINING MY STEALING SP...I MEAN LEGITIMATE MERCANTILE ACQUISITION SPREE" Cue more arrows towards the golem!

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' And then, Clothes. Whap! Rakassa is pelted by clothes, hanging on to Que for dear life!

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' 'Oh, well, this is a fantastic turn of events', thinks the kappa, who manages to somehow avoid employing an accent whilst ruminating inwardly. Now Queegmaa has a choice: possibly to be hurt by Maira and/or Minerva if he takes Rakassa's part, or get hurt by Rakassa if he doesn't obey. The fact was, though, that Rakassa could injure him a lot more than the other two, and, then there was that ability to cause his machinery to detonate if absolutely need be, thus, when accounting for the fact that at least half of him was mechanical, and that a lack of vital systems would be the result if he lost the support of his prosthesis, the proper course of action was clear.... Do as Rakassa wills him! Maybe he'll be fortunate and be sent to collect clothing, in spite of the fact that his master was now being bombarded by the malicious actions of another customer, instead of being utilized as a weapon of war.... which, ironically, was the exact thing Rakassa built him to be, -arguably- to his dismay. Can't he just scheme and pull people's strings from behind some curtain somewhere, like he's been doing up until now? Is that too much for which one might entreat? When Rakassa digs a spur into his side, he grimaces. Decidedly following Rakassa's lead, he attempts to call down a cascade of burning, acidic rain to corrode, and short-circuit the golem.... water and machinery usually doesn't mix! He does sigh, relieved, that his superior isn't going to make him battle Maira unless pressed!

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Well, that was something... And the sound of something else rising from the depths shows up. Well great, that's just what this place needed! A Transformer made of soda machines! The living clothing of course is not all that good, but what can you do about it? Aerith is ambushed by incoming, fully-dressed not-people, and she almost gets buried underneath them. That is, until she suddenly makes an attempt to break out with bolts of electricity in every direction. "This is why I hate shopping today!"

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' And speaking of pressing matters.... he gets attacked by living clothes, which he tries to shred with his claws to the best of his ability, provided they aren't the ones Rakassa wants.....

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' When Maira had woken up this morning, she hadn't said to herself "Gee, I think today is the day I'll burn down a Macy's" but that is very seriously in the cards right now. Maira glares at Rakassa as she's carried further into the air, riding...Queegmaa!?!?! Maira gapes. Had she captured him!? SHE MUST SAVE HIM! "I AM NOT A LITTLE GIRL!" she cries. Then, she throws off her sunglasses dramatically. This must mean she means business! ...Then she's shot in the arm with a poisoned arrow. "Oh come /on/," she grumbles, wincing from the pain and the sick feeling that washes over her. Gritting her teeth, Maira reaches up to try to snap the arrow off like a badass. Tug, tug, howl with pain... Nope. Plan B. Maira lights up the arm that was shot, burning the arrow to cinders in a flash of bright light. Oh, the sprinkler system. Its probably going to go off now for sure. "YOU have something that belongs to me, Rakassa! Get back here and FIGHT ME--" pause, look to Minerva, "FIGHT US!"

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria finds herself getting entangled by clothes as she tries to make her way through. She struggles to pull herself free, it's just fabric how can it hurt so much? She then notices the vending machines start to fuse together. Getting punched by that on the other hand might be a bit painful. She conjures some more magic to protect herself from danger and heal the lashing she got from the fabric.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Still outside, Avira is faced with a different problem. Getting in! With all these people, she simply couldn't shove them back with magic or brute force. Pushing through them wasn't exactly working either. In this situation, Avira apparently thinks the best course of action is go go up! Up she goes, kicking off a chained-down newspaper dispenser on the sidewalk to get some air. From there, she lands standing upon the shoulders of a heavy-set man. By the time he looks up, she's already gone, hopping along a sea of stable perches streaming out of the store. Neatly, she ducks down underneath the doorframe and emerges on the other side, hopping until she finds herself some sanctuary upon a raised plaform displaying store mannequins. "Finally!" she exclaims, smoothly withdrawing her weapon and with a well-practiced motion, swinging it to unleash a blast of air. This strike neatly shreds a circling, predatory-looking bathrobe with a gust of shimmery light. "ALRIGHT!" Avira booms, "WHO THE HECK IS RESPONSIBLE FOR MAKING THIS MESS ON /MY/ TURF! SHOW YOURSELF!"

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Rosemarie couldn't be asked to fight through the smothering, sometimes violence crowds of Black Friday. At the same time, she couldn't just foresake such sales altogether! As a businesswoman herself she has an eye for a good deal, and some of the fliers that made their way to Traverse Town were simply too appealing to ignore. And so, Rosemarie has made her way to Manhattan to take advantage of the sales--albeit in a disguise, for better or worse. Some recent trouble with the Church of Glabados has lead her to keep her head low. Thankfully, it's relatively easy to do so when you've got a few magical tricks up your sleeves. So today, Rosemarie is certainly not here. The raven-haired, wide hipped woman in a purple skirt-suit with vaguely elvish features is almost certainly not her. Even so, when she spots a familiar face--Queegmaa--she crinkles her nose and tries to put more of a crowd between the two of them. Except the crowd is rapidly moving /away/ from the store, which is certainly not how sales work. "Oh, bother," Rosemarie says with a sigh, resting her chin on her palm. And then she notices the Soda Golem and stares at it for a moment. "Well now /that/ one is interesting." She spots Skoll, trying to usher people away from the chaos. Hm, he seems like one to stay close to while she investigates further.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' "Avira!" Skoll shouts out when Avira suddenly appears at the entrance of the Macy's. He quickly points at Maira. "Maira needs help. I think that crazy lady poisoned her!" He warns the badass adventurer extrordinaire. The werewolf himself punctuates this by jumping off of the perfume stand's counter and darting straight for the moving Soda Machine. However, in the middle of it all he fails to catch some of the clothing coming his way. He tries to jump to the left to avoid one set, and then ends up leaping straight into a set of boxers with doggy-bone motif, and a large pink feathery boa! The werewolf stands there for a moment, stunned by the thing. "A hero's scarf must be red!" Skoll is slightly colorblind. "This is a hero's scarf!" He points forwards bravely. He hasn't noticed the boxers. He /does/ notice the machine of soda drinks. "Nobody likes V8!" Skoll roars, jumping into the air and then bringing his both hands outwards. Chains fly out from within his sleeves like magical snakes. It's a good thing this department store has a high ceiling. Without a moment of hesitation, he lets the chains magically wrap around his hands and tries to come down on the machine with his right fist - engulfed with flaming chains, and slam into it. He then leaps straight for the energy drink machine as well. "5 Hour Energy!? HAVE A CRASH!" And with his other fist, he tries to deliver an ice-charged fisting!

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is assailed by living clothing? Wait what? What foul witch craft is this? She has no idea she punches her way through but not without harm to herself and she's following Maira in after them. "Surrender or die in obscurity!" Minerva closes even as Maira's spell effects her, to say she's fired up would be an understatement. She does not care about shopping. Minerva closes in and her fists while unarmoured are clearly covered in ice up to the elbows. Which oddly does not impeded her own movement as she moves to strike at Rakassa followed by several jolting punches. Well if she can connect with them that is. She may very well get arrowed for her trouble.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' While the living clothes swarm over Maira and Aerith, they are left a little... different afterwards. Maira is suddenly standing there with a short flannel blouse, tied up around the midriff and daisy dukes after the attack of the random, assorted outfits--apparently having gotten themselves attached to her in the process. Rakassa is left in a cocktail dress and high heels after her apparent brush with the living outfits.Queeg mysteriously, is left with just a knitted beanie after the onslaught. Above as the people continue to flock away to safety, the soda machine golem ROARS as he discharges electrical energy from the machine's--no, his bodies combined mass, shooting out bolts of electricity, the head rearing up as he begins to fire bullets out of his maw--but those aren't just any sort of projectile, he's FIRING CANS OF SODA AND ENERGY DRINKS AT THE HEROES! They impact with display cases and pillars and shatter glass and explode, sending dangerous debris all around! Oh the humanity!

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith gets pelted by one soda can after another, and as well as she ducks and weaves between them, she can't quite avoid them all. With a grunt, she pulls her energy toward another materia, one that's a bit less aggressive. Perhaps it was time to do something different with this one. Spheres of pale blue appeared around her and Maira, and Skoll for good measure.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' In a sense, Rakassa had indeed captured Que.... but it had transpired years before, and... since then, he had belonged to her. His ambition to turn the tables was in the works, but he didn't foresee it reaching fruition for a long time in coming, so in the meanwhile, her bidding was his existence. Though, given how much she'd done, he'd gotten to the point where he practically welcomed the mental anguish that barraged him, since he believed quite fully that the world was a cruel place, and he was part of the problem. No better an opportunity existed to take revenge upon the world, and himself, than to be in the service of a soundrel like Rakassa, who gave him every opportunity to mutilate anything over which he could exert his influence; the realization dawned on Queegmaa far prior that no matter what he did, he was at the mercy of his creator, and the best way to vent was to give back what he received from the world that had spawned him, that forced him into it! The fact that Rakassa owned Que was obsolete, at the present point in time.... but he did tell Maira that once one went to Vector.... 'they never returned the same'. The electrical blast from the soda machine(one tendril happens to catch him), though, is more worriesome than the fact that he had to choose between his conscience and his loyalty to Rakassa, because not only does it electrocute him to the extent that it incinerates the beanie that was just placed on his head, but Que's internal wiring goes.... haywire, from the additional electrical signals it gets, causing him to electrify. This is where he ends up looking like Blanka from Street Fighter, except that he's not doing this intentionally! Spasming as his machinery starts to smoke, his body jerks involuntarily, as he's unable to retain control temporarily-- presumably, backup systems will kick in soon, but for now, he wasn't in a good state.... and what's worse, because Rakssa is atop of Queegmaa..... well.... who here knows math besides Rosemarie, who is an expert on economics? Here's an equation for you all: What is 2 + 2?

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Grin! Rakassa laughs as Maira is plugged with an arrow. "I don't think sooo..ahhh!" Suddenly the woman is given a makeover. Looking down at herself, she nods a little bit. A hand smacks her kappa steed right on the head-cap. "See? Wasn't this a great idea, my little pet?" Because that's totally what he is. It's then that she smells smoke, and as Que begins to jerk, Rakassa does her best to get out of dodge...and succeeds! "Oh, loyal servant, protecting me~" In comes Minerva's fist! Rakassa nimbly leaps off of Que, and onto the back of some poor shopper. She digs her heels into his back. "Sorrrry~ Blame yourself or God~" As she turns around, there's soda fired at her. A hand catches one! She pops the tab, and chugs it down, throwing the can at Maira! A flurry of more cans comes at her! Rakassa yells out a glorious battle cry! "RED BULL GIVES YOU WIIIIINGS!" As if suddenly an energy-drink fueled angel, Rakassa leaps, dodges, and aerially moves about atop the heads an shoulders of dirty shopper peasants to avoid delicious soft drink pain. Then, she charges forth, bringing blades to bear against the evil machine! They glow with dark magic as she cuts and stabs!

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria gets hit with the jagged sharpnel from several cans of soda. Not to mention it was broccoli-flavored. Who the hell makes broccoli-flavored soda? It even smells awful. She shudders a bit as her full anger is unleashed on the soda machine golem. Several orbs of holy energy are flung at the foul creature as she tries to prevent it from unleashing it's terrible flavors upon anyone else.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Suddenly, Maira gets swarmed but a tangle of clothes (raggamuffin!?). It is completely cartoonish and insane, just a mass of quickly moving clothes, flailing arms and dust cloud-and when it passes, Maira's outfit has been changed to shorts that can barely even be called shorts, and a top that doesn't even cover her midriff! Maira looks down at herself, blinking. Well, she's been in battle wearing less (see; nothing) but flannel!? "HEY! I wanted to be Ginger!" she says, shaking her fist after the cloud. Maira then turns back to Rakassa and Queegmaa, narrowing her eyes. "Don't worry Queegmaa! I'll rescue you! I won't let you suffer what she did to me!" she begins, igniting in flame. Goodbye short shorts. Goodbye flannel. Then, in the midst of her righteous rage, Maira takes a can of coke right to the back of the head, hard, and slumps over, losing consciousness.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Ignoring the gawking bystanders, Avira takes another leap, this time landing on the circular platform in the center of a clothing rack. The shouting and roaring from upstaids points her the right way to go-and go she does, hopping away onto the ascending armrest of the escalator. "'scuse me! Coming through!!!" she calls out, even as people try to flee down the up escalator. She pays them little attention, except to make sure that she doesn't whack any in the head with her drawn weapon. She emerges from the escalator with a blind leap at the soda machine golem only to find herself struck out of the air by a mysteriously powerful blast of filled soda cans. Irritated, she picks herself up out of a fizzy and foaming mess. "Sorry I'm late, guys, getting in this place was a nightmare." Drawing on her power here came easily since being here meant she was in close contact with the light in her heart that she'd parted with months ago. Her magic, though not commonly practiced in the mist-drawing form by natives here, works especially well as she summons a massive blast of icy wind, directed through her sword. Once it leaps forth, it weaves itself into the shape of a large, bounding wolf before crashing down upon the soda machine golem. "So who the hell is responsible?!" her eyes dart to Rakassa, "Is it YOU?"

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' Skoll makes for one of those beautiful backflips, arching his back and everything as the Soda Golem begins spewing out soda can after soda can. He ends up landing in a heroic pose, one fist forwards, the other back. "Maira! You okay over there?" He calls out back, and quickly glances towards Rakassa and Maira. It would appear that Rakassa has at least turned her own attention on the 'golem'. This is followed by the view of Maira suddenly getting taken by a can of coke in the face. That'll probably leave one heck of a red mark in the morning! The redhead is a friend of the werewolf. This grinds his gears! "Why you..." The werewolf's tail truly /puffs up/, and his ears rise sharply. Skoll even goes so far as to show his fangs. Skoll throws his hands out and grips at the chains, bringing and winding them together into the shape of a /way/ massive chain-made chain-sword. "Ready..." The werewolf calls out, followed by a violent spark of lightling ascending over its body, forming each link in the chain in its infinity pattern and lighting up the place. For a moment, it looks like the lightning might go out of control - let's be honest, Skoll has only just been practicing on this technique! "CHAIN!..." The werewolf puts one foot back and brings the massive sword back with him. The chains tremble and begin to shiver. "....RISER!..." The chain suddenly truly comes to life and begins to... run along its own shape like a chainsaw! Only the 'chainsaw' doesn't revolve 'around' anything. The chainsword IS the sword! Flashing with lightning. "Hiiiraaaaaaaaaaah!" The werewolf darts forwards, closing in straight behind Avira's ice wolf - and the moment the ice-wolf crashes down, the werewolf jumps over and lets the massive sword come down upon the soda-golem's position. "...REACTION!" And lightning expells itself along the full body of the weapon.

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Rosemarie continues to observe as things get increasingly chaotic. Between the two women hacking away at Queegmaa and his...rider, and the Soda Golem hurling V8, Red Bull, and other beverages at bystanders, Rosemarie decides it time that she take her leave. Right about the time that she does, a can of Canada Dry flies over her head, forcing Rose to duck to avoid it. Yes, that seems like a good sign to leave. How do people handle this kind of chaos just for a discount price?!

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Pieces fly off the Soda Machine Golem, but it escapes relatively unscathed somehow--the inner workings apparently undamaged though given the onslaught by Avira, Skoll, Rakassa and co. It shakes the building with a heavy roar and belches black smoke--suddenly a huge fireball erupts from it's 'head' and ping pong's around the room, disappating as it travels from person to person. All the while electrical energy is arcing out from it's body as it begins to tromp down the stairs--thankfully the people stuck on the escalator have since been helped out and escaped. Woe unto you, little flesh beings!

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' When Maira calls out, proclaiming that she'll rescue Queegmaa, as sparks fly from him while he fights for reserve systems to take control briefly so that the normal ones can recalibrate themselves, his rickety steampunk body sputters, and finally, as a massive plume of sooty mist spews from an exhaust pipe, getting him back to being properly online, he grits his teeth, which are still lightly chattering from the shock. Rising to his feet, he growls at Maira, "Dun do me no favors!" he manages to bark, with only one or two malapropisms; before he points at Rakassa, "Ya kent save me.... I's her's fer life! She got me rigged so dat she owns me.... all ya kin do's ta d'stroy me, so dat's whatcha oughta duh!" He shakily turns on his heels, and begins to flee from the premesis, leaving behind his allies and enemies alike, once more showing how fainthearted he was, running whenever there was danger. Elbowing his way through the crowd, his mighty gears and mechanical-woodwork allows him to toss people in front of him aside like rag-dolls as he makes his cowardly escape. He doesn't have the courage to fight, and he doesn't have the courage to even allow someone to try to help him; all he wants to do is to resign himself to his accursed fate, and hope that nobody ever try to waste their time on bringing him redemption. The troll sees himself as having no hope, so he wasn't about to let someone show him true compassion, only so that he could have it ripped from him after becoming attached to it!

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Avira yells at Rakassa, and the woman 'hmph's! "/That/!? Hardly! Look how crude and inelegant it is! I wouldn't create that piece of junk!" Rakassa laughs as she watches Que's charade. "Oh, my. Seems I forgot to instill bravery in hi. Oh well. A little playing about in the brain and that can be fixed~" Then there's fire, and electricity. Rakassa is knocked neatly on her butt. Swords going flying, all she can do is take our her bow. "...Ow. Away, you wretch!" Twang twang goes the flurry of arrows.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Okay, it was time for a change of plans. That was Aerith's first thought after she shakily stood up from the mixture of fire and thunder she'd just gotten smacked around with. Aerith ended up falling to one knee again, breathing heavily. "I... hate... shopping today." She shunted some of her energies toward her healing materia, and began an attempt to recover at least some of what had been wrought...

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Apparently Avira is the first to get hit with the fireball which is why she seems to take the worst of it. Resentfully, as she picks herself up off the ground, she acknowledges that the creature probably aimed for her first. Digging through one of her leather utility pouches, she pulls a potion free and quickly drinks it. "Maira! Skoll! Minerva! Go after it, I'll catch up!" Avira says, volunteering to stay behind to...what exactly? Besides heal herself, at least, she wanted to keep an eye on someone. She wanted to keep an eye on Rakassa and Queegmaa, which Maira sought to rescue-only for Queegma to unhappily explain that Rakassa 'owned' him. A look of disgust overcomes her face as she turns to look at the Vectorian commander. "You are easily the most depraved person I have met." she says, her voice cold as steel.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria tries to block the fireball, but it still manages to make it thrugh her defenses. The soda machine certainly was putting up a fight. Still, she's not going to let it get in the way of bargains if she can help it. She wouldn't normally do this, but it was in her best interests to be targets other than her present. Large green sparkles surround the area around Lumeria as she tries to keep everyone standing.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Groaning, Maira regains consciousness only to wish she hadn't. The headache she has is extremely intense. "Unng..." she moans, eyes trying to focus. She can't even really consider that she's being attacked by clothes and a soda machine. Rakassa is /right there/. The woman who'd kidnapped her, tortured her, drained her of her magic to create a magictech knight and stolen the necklace given to her by an Esper himself. Right there, and she couldn't seem to touch her. Blinking through her tears she gets to her feet, the flames that surround her once more flaring to brilliance. She hears Queegmaa's words, her lips thinning in a line of determination. "I won't let her own you. She can't own you if she's dust," she replies, her voice humming with the magic she holds. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the day Maira blew up Macy's.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' "This is a dire foe!" Skoll declares as the chainsword comes down onto the golem and... loses its shape! The chains are sent scrawling every which way, and it takes the werewolf some times to reel the back in. In the meanwhile, he lands right in front of Maira, keeping the girl guarded as he whips his hands around to try and draw the chains back. "Maira, hang in there." Skoll calls back at the fiery redhead, casting her a tough knightly glance. This is immediately followed up by him throwing his chains forwards like a net, and letting them catch the fireball that is sent their way. He bounces the thing off and away from himself, and turns slowly as it continues to bounce around. Where is it... MAIRA! The werewolf quickly jumps in the way, arms wide, as the fireball looks to be going for Maira; not being able to draw in his chains in time, he takes the full brunt of the fiery fireball. Embers flicker past him and singe the werewolf. But he doesn't take even a single step back. "Friends don't leave anyone behind." He growls between his teeth, before glancing at Avira. Go after the thing? Skoll turns towards Maira and offers her a hand, with the fireball now no longer burning him. But the girl is already on it. The werewolf quickly brings his chains to bear. "I will protect the building!" He declares. He throws the chains outwards, and sends them chaining straight for the walls and ceiling, attempting to encapsulate the attack while yet going on the offensive at the same time! Some of the chains amidst the mass -- in fact, way too /big/ a mass to be coming from this one werewolf -- dive straight in for the soda machine and Rakassa, trying to stop them from going anywhere and attempting to bite into both by the use of flame and ice on their ends.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' After the attack, Lumeria's green light falls over Skoll's body, and the werewolf feels some of the burns calming down. He glances the girl's way, and gives her a firm nod of approval. It's the least he could do. But he can't lose his concentration right now. So all he manages to follow this up with is; "Thank you."

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Rakassa knocks an arrow, ready to plunge more into the evil machine. It's then that she feels powerful magic gathering. Turning about, her eyes go wide as chains wrap about her. Held aloft, she is at the mercy of consuming flames, that lovely little cocktail dress incinerated. Thud! She falls to the ground. The only thing protecting her modesty is the burnt remains of a few Tickle-Me-Corneo dolls. The necklace's string snaps, falling to the ground. Coughing, choking, she raises a single finger towards Maira and her friends. Then, she grins. "*hack*..N...not...bad little girl" Blackness engulfs her, a Dark Portal spiriting her away before she's in mortal danger!

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Things descend into madness at this point as she continues to come under assault from the pop machine golem. What the heck was it with strange magics? She could understand other worlds would have different styles of it but some of the things she'd seen defied all she knew of the arcane. She's just going to get to the point she's going to start punching things. She comes under assault an she's getting the stuffing kicked out of her she's beaten but Minerva is able to keep enduring it. She does wish she'd worn armour out at this point with how badly hurt she'd been. She's done enough to set up Maira and now she turns her attention on the Golem which she launches herself into the next burst of electrical energy is caught in Minerva's hand and she smirks. "I may not be a master of any but all the elements can and will answer my call." Minerva launchers herself again at the hulking machine into a brutal combo of attacks as she spins into it trying to knock it up for a moment before she'll slam this thing down with more punches then follow it up with a flaming punch.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' The holy attack by Maira causes the Golem's frame to spark and machinery pops and seems to grind together inside. It's getting weaker! However, it is not done yet--the electrical energy from inside it's body sparking and arcing out at the heroes in an area around them, it's inner workings belching out another wave of fire that coats the intrepid heroes in a fine blanket of burning... monster energy drink? It is unclear!

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Again, Aerith was knocked back by another giant ball of fire. It was a wonder she stood at all, but stand she did. Barely. Her knees trembled as she tried to will herself to cast another spell... only to find herself unable to do it. Her body just protested too much. Aerith groaned as she slumped to the floor. Maybe a bit of a break would do her some good. Hopefully she wouldn't just fall asleep right there.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "I mean someone has to go after the golem instead of-" Too late. Maira's already nuking Rakassa. A small part of her grows a little annoyed since she wanted to take some revenge upon the woman that hurt her friend so. Maybe...some other time as the woman flees through a dark portal. Avira takes off after the creature, charging through the flames with a blast of air, despite the burns that suddenly crawl across her exposed skin. Unwilling to let t his thing burn the department store down, she unloads another massive round of ice magic. It's not just meant to attack the creature-more importantly, it's meant to counter the fires it has set all throughout the store.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira has moved beyond the point of return now. She is not stopping until this chaos is done. Rakassa is down, but Maira doesn't pay her any heed besides a long look of glowing eyes amidst flame and a pearlescent white aura. For a moment, she thinks about throwing herself after her, finish her off for good. Could she kill someone? Even someone like Rakassa? Surely, it would prevent her from doing more damage. It would protect the people she would surely hurt... No, she can't. Not even to Rakassa. The soda machine and whatever powered the thing was still on a rampage. The fire it blasts outward washes over Maira without any noticable effect, but she watches her friends get hurt once more and reacts without word or gesture--sorry, not screamed attack names here--and blasts the machine /again/ with another explosion of Holy, righteous flame.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria takes cover behind a clothing rack to avoid being burned. Better the clothes than her. She notices Aerith about to fall over, "No sleeping on the job." She casts more white magic, she was certainly get a workout in. The girl was starting to run out of energy herself, but she does her best to hide it.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' Avira has seen Skoll battle many a time. She'll probably be able to tell that, for all of his protectiveness, there's still some kind of strange... distracted quality to his current battle technique. Like he's somewhere else partially. Still, no matter how 'distracted' he might be, there's no question to the power he brings in the form of the chains that are beginning the swarm the walls and ceiling and floor of the department store they find themselves in. With Rakassa down, Skoll turns his attention on the soda machine once more. But in his distracted state, it doesn't help him get away from its attack. The wave floods over his body, and he is sent reeling. The smell of burnt fur soon wafts off of his body. "/That's IT! I've had it with these mothergoosing golems in this mothergoosing department store!" The werewolf howls! He throws one hand sideways and grips a chain, breaking it loose and forming a massive chain sprear and... stabs it straight into the floor. He grips it with his other hand, and then lets out a violent roar. "UNLIMITED! HOWLING! CHAIN!" The werewolf calls out, followed by the ground beginning the tremble. Something is moving beneath the ground. The floor within the Macy's begin to shift and crack here and there. "INFINITE... CHAIN ANNIHILATOR!" This is followed by /enormous/ chain-made spears tearing from the floor and walls, attempting to impale the soda-machine right where it stands! And yes, the chains howl - for the wind is being forced through between the chain's links. They're just that rediculously fast.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' From somewhere, somehow.... perhaps a ventilation shaft, perhaps a gutter, or some tunnel somewhere, some anonymous entity invokes a particular effect designed to help mitigate, or eliminate some of the flame that was surely igniting the department, brought on by the assailing golem. From who it originated, none can be sure, but it resembles a skill used earlier in the fight, for anyone observant. Mayhap somebody is trying to get one more parting shot in, or perchance they are just trying to do their best to contribute to whatever was going on; whatever the case, a deluge of toxic hail and hydrogen tailspins from above, aimed at the hideous contraption constructed by whomever was responsible for this whole fiasco. It also will inevitably flood the floor, freezing and becoming slush almost upon contact, given that Avira has been hurling blizzard divinations up the wazoo.....

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is just having a hard time of it with this Golem, she's got a plan that should hopefully ruin this thing's day. He hands burst into flame with holy fire at this point blazing brightly she turns her attention at the thing even as she attempts to purge the burning energy drink off her. She lunges in at the Golem going for the head she tends to grab it and unleash the full charge of holy fire she's built up. She'll then flip back and rush the Golem once more as she hits it over and over again with her fist that are still charged with even more holy power before she backs off as she's got a feeling more ranged power is coming this way from her allies and others. "Is this normal for this world?!"

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' The poor golem sizzles and cracks as it's introduced to unlimited howling chainey prowess, then part of it's left arm breaks completely off thanks to Avira's icewolf bite, causing an entire soda machine to go sailing to floor and land with a crash--splitting floor tiles and sending stray cans of Redbull spinning over the floor. Coming to what might be it's 'knees' the strange frenzied magical creature prepares a final desperate act, a large source of heat energy begins to well up from it's center while electricity arcs out all around it in white hot bolts of energy!

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' "It's gonna blow!" Skoll immediately pulls the chain-spear out of the ground and rushes straight for the soda-machine of doom and jumps into the air, throwing the chain-spear down and letting it transform into a net of sorts on top of the thing. He just lands on top of it, slamming his fist into the thing to try and make it stop from exploding... when it well... DOES explode. A massive explosion rocks the place, and within moments, the werewolf is outside of the building, covered in soot. The werewolf lets out a cough, expelling a perfect circle of ash, and gives an annoyed stare at the somewhat broken looking building - chains keeping it upright just fine. "I am going to have nightmares about soda machines now..." He mumbles, and flops back over in the middle of the sidewalk, feather boa still making him look rather /dashing/.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria partly caught in the blast as she tries escape from the building as well. She needs a new outfit and some medical attention after that. "I don't know, I'm not from around here." She replies to Minerva. Ironically the person behind this was from the same world as her though.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' The explosion slammed over her, the blast wave and heat engulfing her. Surely she was done, right? Right? The smoke cleared... and there she was, a sphere of pale green light surrounding her. Apparently she had just enough in her left to defend herself against the final, desperate attack. Aerith's breathing was heavy, labored... but she was alive. Of course, now she had someone to thank for that, and she glanced toward the healer with a nod. "Thanks. That quite actually saved my life."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira gasps when she's hit with an arc of electricity, her body shaking with the force even as it blows her backward and out the front of the building with a host of others and no small amount of debris. She lands in the street with a groan, fairly sure the arm she'd landed on was broken /again/. "...Just...one day, could we not get attacked by something!?" she exclaims, turning to look around. First, she heals herself with a quick cure spell, then moves to find Avira through the cloud of smoke and dust. "Is everyone alright!?" she calls out.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' The weather inside is frightful but the fire is so delightful... In an effort to minimize the explosion as much as possible, Avira unloads further ice magic, though this particular spell seems to rely on the ice and water already present, forcing the acidic slush to jut u pward and corral the raging soda machine golem. It works, a little, but the force still blows out the storefront in a hail of debris, Red Bull, slush, and steamy fog. Looking quite crispy, the battered huntress stumbles out of the storefront into the street. "It'd be nice if Black Friday in Manhattan was left alone. Last year we had trouble too-" Avira is interrupted by cheering from the gawking crowd for the brave heroes (...and Rakassa) that took on the possessed clothing and golem.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' "All I know is, I'm not going out here without some body armor next time." She huffed and stood, feeling a bit better than before. "I think our shopping trip is ruined now... can we go home and sleep?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira walks up and hugs Avira gently. "I'm sorry Avira...huh what happened last year?" Maira looks to Aerith then. Shopping? Shopping! "Oh! My bags!" she cries, then starts limping back into the wreckage. She paid for that stuff, she's not leaving without it!

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira does miraculously find her bag, and a new outfit for the road. It just so happens to be a very lovely red prom dress. Its a little bit damaged, so they wouldn't be able to sell it anyway. Maira though, can sew, and figures she can fix it. More importantly, she returns to where Rakassa fell. There, on the floor, lay a necklace with an amber pendant, glimmering with reflected light. Smiling, she bends down and picks it up before again making her exit. Unexpected mission accomplished!

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith chuckled and watched Maira leave. At least she had her necklace back. Right now though, all she wanted to do was go home and have a siesta. Maybe she could hang out at VALKYRI HQ again before moving on. Deciding that was a good idea, she stood, her legs still shaky, and made her way out. Definitely time to go home.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is now leaving with Maira nd the rest she's had enough of this shopping thing, she really has had enough of it all she wants to get back home. Somewhere that is not infested with rabid shoppers, also phantom clothing and Golems made out of vending machines. The Monk is totally out of here.

A Rat in New Orleans

2013-12-08T19:24:45Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/12/04
|Location=Inner City (New Orleans)
|Synopsis=Hungry for some dinner, Freya encounters Aerith and has her for dinner.
|Cast of Characters=Aerith, Freya Crescent
|pretty=yes
}}

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' The city is going through it's dinner activities as Freya strolls through it, apparently trying to find out if there's a place she can get a bite so to speak. She keeps her head down for the most part, but isn't exactly trying to hide--it's not like she could, though one supposes a hood could help--she does have the cloak Chita gave her still, so from behind with her long white hair she looks like any other person, more or less. Sniffing at the air ever so slightly, she's distracted in her search by the smell of a sandwich stand, or perhaps something spicier and cajun, gravitating toward it. "Wow, we need bigger traps around here," a man taking another hit from a bottle wrapped in a paper bag remarks, blearily squinting at Freya before discarding the bottle in a nearby waste basket.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Yet another place she'd never been before. Oh sure, she'd been around the area. The marshlands outside were home to one of the shards that held the key to restoring Manhattan, and she'd taken part in that search. But she'd never taken the time to actually go to the city, and now that she was here, she found it charming. Aerith had stopped at a restaurant, sitting at one of the outdoor tables, her head bowed and brows furrowed as she worked over a problem. It appeared she was quite focused on it; so much so that she almost didn't pick up the presence of someone closing on her position. It was familiar. She could have sworn she'd met whoever this was once before, and sure enough, as she looked up... The features were unmistakable. A native of Burmecia, and female at that. The hood did little to hide her features once she got a good look at them. Sadly, aside from that, she knew nothing about the individual headed toward her. Aerith did however notice a twitch of the nose, and that was a sure sign that she was tracking a scent. Putting two and two together wasn't that hard from there, and she held up a hand in greeting. "Hungry?"

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' Freya blinked as she looked toward the noise. Her eyes alighted on Aerith and she seemed to recognize her, likely vaguely from the escapades in Halloween Town when they were rescuing the inhabitants from the dreaded Mecha Zombie Santa. "Oh, good evening, how do you do?" Freya would begin, feet tapping lightly on the cobblestones as she came just a bit closer, doffing her hat for a respectful bow of the head. "Something like that, was just about to see if I might find a place that would serve me any," she came around to where the flower girl was sitting, seeing if she could have a seat as well. "Not looking for charity, however I'd love to dine with you, if you'd allow it--some of the people here have never seen a Burmecian before, I do not think, alas," she sighed a little and set her hat down, letting her long white silvery hair down over the collar of her jacket.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' A giggle from the flower girl. "I have, quite a few times in fact." A waiter walked by and noticed one new person at the table. Once Aerith reassured him she was with her, he gave a nod and went to fetch a second menu. Flower girl turned toward Freya, one elbow propped on the table and her chin in her upturned hand. "Hmm... first in Burmecia, then in Halloween Town. When I run into someone twice, I no longer call it coincidence."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "Have you indeed?" Freya frowned a little and tilted her head. "I don't suppose you've scene any Burmecian gentlemen around in your travels, have you?" she asked, the hint of interest creeping into her voice. Then she shook her head, as if reminding herself of her manners. "I'm sorry, I'm Dame Freya Crescent of the Burmecian Dragon Knights, it's a pleasure to meet you," she extended a hand that was ungloved, instead long delicate white furred fingers, tipped in nails that might have been lacquered a pearlescent pink to avoid chipping. "I suppose you are right there, I do remember you in the melee when were fighting that zombified brute in Halloween Town," she nodded in agreement.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith nodded. "I've seen one. The problem is, he's not the one you're looking for. First of all, he's with some kind of religious organization. Second, he wore a unique set of armor." She tilted her head to the right. "But of course, I'm getting ahead of myself." She took Freya's hand and shook it. "Aerith Gainsborough, and while I'm not a dame of anything, it's very nice to meet you."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' Freya is keeping up with the conversation, though her attention is also being drawn toward the menu, which she picks up to leaf through while a waitress comes to take their order. "Pulled pork? sounds a bit beastly, but alright," the sandwich is something she's never had before--the pork part that is, she's going to get an interesting introduction to the world of southern barbecue cuisine. "Again, always a pleasure," she smiled, her shake would be gentle, and fur warm. "Not the one I'm looking for? I may have an understanding of who you mean," she nodded slowly, vaguely remembering Faruja calling after her. "Curious one that."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith nodded. "He's devoted, sure enough... but..." Her eyes narrowed as she recalled his reaction at... whatever the martial artist did to him in Burmecia. "...He's fanatical, and scarred. Not to mention deathly afraid of something."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "Religious organization, is it? Hmm... don't think he's a zealot, do you?" Freya furrowed her brows just a little as she sat back to wait for her food. "Well, most zealots tend to be fanatical, that's farily simple--scarred though, I wonder what from," she shrugged just a bit. "Can't say I have found out, but I intend to find out, when I next see him," she nodded. "Also afraid of something? Our kind doesn't have a lot of particular fears, save maybe from dragons," she clucked her tongue, in thought.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith shrugged. "Not all scars are on the outside, Freya." She knew that better than anyone. Yet she said nothing about it. "Well, before we get to eating, I'd like to know a few things about you." She smiled. "In return, you can ask me anything you want. Seeing as I've already done this with one person, and had wonderful results, I think this should be equally enlightening for both of us."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "I understand," she replied with a short nod, then tilted her head, one of her long furred ears twitching just a bit. "Oh? Well then, I shall tell you whatever you like, if I can manage," Freya responded to Aerith's request, crossing her legs daintily as she sat. "Well then, whatever you'dlike to know, just ask," she folded her arms loosely about her front.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith smiled. Well, here we go again. "Right, first things first. I know your name, but I don't know who you are. You might as well start there if nothing else." She sat back in her chair. "What does a dragon knight do?"

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "Well, I'm a dragon knight of Burmecia, my order's style might be known as the 'dragoon' of other areas, it is synonymous," Freya replied, leaning closer to the edge of the table. "I was fortunate enough and able to be inducted into their ranks and trained by them, we are a venerable order," she went on, tapping a finger against her chin, one which bore a long slender nail. "If you mean to ask of my birthplace? Well, it is known as the kingdom of eternal rain, it is perpetually foggy and the rain is there in one form or another, though not in fact totally constant."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith gave a nod. "I know where you're from. Pardon me for saying so, but your features give you away." She chuckled. "I'll have to clarify, I suppose. What are, or were, your duties as a dragoon?" She tilted her head to the left. "I'm not going to make any assumptions about it. It's really interesting, since I've heard the term more times than I'd like to count."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "Aye I believe they do, yes," Freya nodded again. "Well, chiefly to defend the land like any other order of knights, but we also harnessed special abilities to deal with the indiginous dragons that descended from the Aerbs mountains--a tall range that our city was built around for defense," she made a few gestures with her hands to show a larger body of mountains with a town and castle built into the side of it, so ostensibly one would only have to worry about attack from the front.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith gave a nod. "So an order of knights specifically trained to deal with dangerous creatures." She smiled. "That sounds exciting! I wish I had the ability to do that." Before she could continue, the smell of tasty food wafted toward their table, and within moments, they both had pulled pork sandwiches with side cups of barbecue sauce. "Well shoot, I was just about to tell you what made me so special. But never mind that." She nodded toward the waiter before picking her sandwich up. "Let's eat!"

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "...Something like that, as I said before, we were just a castle town--a city state, we had actual armed invaders to deal with at points in our history, as well," Freya shrugs. "Sometimes I wish there wasn't a need for it, but..." she was however quite distracted by the food. She hadn't eaten apparently in quite a while, it would appear, keeping her table manners however as she dug into the sandwiches--experimentally using the barbecue sauce and finding it good. "Ahem, my apologies, was rather unlady-like of me there," she excused herself after a little belch.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith wasn't exactly dainty in eating either. "Just call it a compliment to the chef!" She giggled as she dipped into the barbecue sauce again. "So are there any particularly good dragoons? I mean, you have to have some interesting stories, right?"

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' Freya however doesn't make remark of her host's eating habits, she's polite like that. "Definitely," she nodded, chewing a little and getting to the heel of her sandwich quickly. "Good dragons? you mean as in mighty or as in disposition? Some could be amiable, typically not the larger sorts," Freya blinked a little, thinking it over.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith shook her head. "I meant good dragoons. Good knights... skill, disposition, both. Whichever. Tell me a story about your order, Freya." Aerith put her food down and leaned forward. "I do love stories, after all."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "Well, there was the grand dragon me and Sir Fratley were able to bring down at one point," Freya paused a little and sighed a bit wistfully, looking off. "He was a good friend of mine, he went on a mission a few years ago," she explained, shaking her head a little. "I believe there is something wrong with his recollection however, when I ran into him a short time ago."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith gave a nod. Now things were getting interesting. She'd... seen Fratley and Freya together in Burmecia, before everything went to the pits. She'd watched as Freya willingly stepped through a portal of darkness to follow him. Where she'd been after that, Aerith had no idea. But the question remained. "He's not just a friend... is he?"

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "Little more than that, wouldn't say we're fiancees yet, but," Freya kept herself short on that matter, but didn't seem to mind talking about it exactly. "We were very close," she nodded slowly, reaching up to brush the hair away from her face. "I take it you've seen us before? or rather, together," she tilted her head, watching the flowergirl. "I might have located a way to restore his memories, though I'm not sure yet..."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith gave a nod. "Once. There was a big hint that you thought fondly of him." She wouldn't ask what that method of restoring his memories was. Aerith was almost certain that someone had offered her something, and that someone was not particularly the best person to trust. But she said nothing further. "Well I hope you find what you're looking for." Aerith smiled, and left the topic alone. "Well since you shared so much, I guess it's my turn. Ask, and I'll see if I can't answer."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "Well, what's your story then? You were with us when we rescued the villagers in Halloween Town, you are a healer, yes?" Freya nodded a little as she pushed the small plate she'd been served the sandwich and the barbecue sauce. "I take it you were with some of the others that came along wth us?"

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith nodded. "Healer, mage, lady that swings a staff around..." She chuckled. "You can say I have many talents. Why limit myself to just one thing?" She leaned back in her chair. "I just came there to have fun, but once things started to happen, well I suppose I couldn't just leave it."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "Hmm, an aesthetic then?" Freya was probably reminded of a monk that used a staff when the stave was mentioned, nodding a little in affirmation. "Just to have fun? You seem like you were able to help rescue those villagers quite handily," Freya rose from the chair, letting a few gil coins slip from her sleeve onto the table. "I appreciate the evening having dinner with you, but now I fear I must seek lodgings for the evening," she donned her hat and tipped it respectfully to Aerith, tired rat.

Freya Crescent

2013-12-08T19:21:04Z

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|firstname=Freya
|lastname=Crescent
|middlename=
|image=Freyanim2.gif
|imageoptions=200px
|age=21
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Female
|height=5'8"
|weight=A lady never tells
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Lancer
|hometown=Burmecia
|group=Lindblum Alliance
|occupation=Dragoon
|alignment=Wandering Forces
|themesong=
|quote="To be forgotten is worse than death."
|footer=I found Fratley again, but is it really him...?
}}

=Background=

Freya was born in the castle town of Burmecia, in the Burmecian Kingdom--her early years are not entirely detailed, and remain something one would need to consult her about. What is commonly known is she became a member of the Knighthood of the Dragoons there and was in the king's employ. At some point, possibly during her teenaged years, or even sooner, she became familiar with a certain other knight of the dragoons, one Iron tail Fratley. He was a celebrated member of his order, revered by his enemies and beloved by his colleagues and friends. However at some point he took up on a personal journey to gather information and prepare his people for war in years to come, one which he never returned from. Freya, fearing him lost or worse, forsook her duties to set out to find him, becoming persona non grata in her homeland.

=Personality=

Understood to be of noble blood, Freya was brought up with a royal's morals and sensibilities, and respectfulness. She is at heart a kind soul who believes in truth and justice, her banner and her land, though she is young enough yet to have not questioned the strengths and values of such things when put to the test, and she has many things yet to learn about the real world and people. She remained quite naive as early as her first few years of knighthood, already a woman in a world that demanded her focus and guardianship. She does not know yet how to master the emotions that seek to crush her, those of her grief over Fratley and loneliness. She has the capacity for coldness in the face of the enemy, her training there to tell her what must be done. She does not know where her seemingly doomed mission will bear her, and performs it out of service for her people... that and of course her lost friend.

=Abilities=

As a dragoon, and an accomplished one, Freya is host to a handful of skills secret to them alone, as well as several spell-like abilities, as well as the ability to leap great heights. This is a skill that might be commonly associated with her kind, who have powerful legs, but hers is due to her dragoon training. Her special abilities run the gamut of spear techniques that can flay an opponents magical energies, to calling upon winds of physical regeneration from patron dragon spirits. Her ingrained martial prowess and physical abilities allow her a limited flight by jumping in battle and casting her spear down like a javelin from the heavens.

=Friends, and others=

*[[Chita]]: You're a strange one, you know.

*[[Aerith]]: Looking forward to having dinner again, healer friend.

*[[Faruja_Senra|Faruja Senra]]: Who burned you, mouse?

=Scene Logs=

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= Cutscenes =
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Blackest Friday

2013-12-08T19:13:19Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/12/07
|Location=Southern Manhattan
|Synopsis=Echo decides the greed and barbarism of a black Friday sale must be punished. Enchanted outfits and a Soda Machine Golem ensue!
|Cast of Characters=Skoll Ulfang, Avira, Maira, Lumeria, Minerva, Aerith, Rosemarie, Queegmaa (Aka: Rakassa_Rudori), Rakassa, Echo
|pretty=yes
}}

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Black Friday. This is a notorious event when hordes of shoppers show up at major outlets to get the best deals. Unfortunately this also means that a single store can expect a mob of people at the door, pushing, kicking, shoving... people getting trampled even, statistically. At one of the biggest department stores in Manhattan, this sort of event is unfortunately taking place. Staff at the door are shouting for people to stay in a single file as someone nearly gets caught in a revolving door and the flow of people is directed to a nearby set of swing doors. As the people mill in, Echo looked down at the spectacle with a look of disgust. The flagrant disregard for eachother's personal safety, the rampant greed and consumerism, it's enough to make someone gag! White wings take to the air and soon the bat mage is above the store itself, letting herself in through a window near the roof and suddenly several flashes can seen from the outside through the windows... however it's not as if the shoppers or staff of the store notice, but sometime after there is the sound of screams from within and it's not just due to the shouting mass of people, somehow.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira is shopping, unfortunately. No one informed her that this was the WORST DAY EVER to go shopping on. Black Friday? Seriously? What kind of craziness is that!? She is however, attempting to shop ingognito. She dressed in a black dress and big dark sunglasses while purusing the lingerie department, several items of skimpy laceyness on hangers in her hands. She brings them to the counter and is ready to make a purchase it would seem, when suddenly she hears screaming! She blinks in alarm, but figures maybe this is part of Black Friday? At least until the store clerk starts running away. "H-hey! I haven't finished paying!" she shouts. Grumbling, she put her money in the open register, closes it, and procedes to bag her own garments stubbornly.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' On the other hand, some people just wanted to have a nice time. Without getting run over. Aerith watched from afar, making her best attempt not to get into the crowds at all. Best to wait until all this died down so she could actually get some updates done to her wardrobe. All these battles she'd fought recently were starting to do a number on her clothing. She managed to take a look upward for a brief moment, only to find, of all things, a bat. One that was far smarter than it looked as it entered one of the windows just above, neatly bypassing the crowds. The flashes are something new as well, and they make her eyes narrow. "That... does not look good." She had to find out what was going on without getting herself killed. Time to look for a back entrance.

:'''[[Rakassa_Rudori]] has posed:''' Rakassa's entry is appropriate to her stature as a noblewoman and Admiral of Vector! In she goes, atop a most noble creature she's acquired.../certainly/ that couldn't be Queegma that she's riding on like some beast of burden. She even has a riding crop, complete with a proper equestrian's outfit; hat included. Ka-crack! "Onward, beast! Give these pathetic, vile little peasant no heed! Mush! I must have my new wardrobe!"

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Crawling on his hands and knees was Queegmaa, today, acting as Rakassa's steed. She was a Shadow Lord, although she went by a different alias with a different appearance when presenting herself as one of the members of the illustrious Hollow Bastion, that didn't mean she didn't know how to put the fear of Poltergeist into others when she wanted to. For as much hate as Que was filled with, the same side of that coin was the emotion of fear, for anger was the psychological avenue one took when they believed they had a /chance/ of performing an effectual oppositional action against the threat at hand, whereas fear took root when one believed their only hope of salvation, or avoidance of pain was submission, if not all-out retreat. The fact was, Que knew very well what hidden powers lurked in the inner sanctum of Rakassa's being, if she chose to turn dormancy into malignancy, which meant that he also was aware of how outmatched he was by this woman who kept him so thoroughly oppressed. There were certain times when the foul mistress had pressed him to his boiling point, at which juncture he'd pushed back, but this was clearly not one of those occasions. So with very little dignity, getting himself all dirtied up by having carried her through the streets of Manhatten, Queegmaa dragged himself along with his rider, without much sign of protest, except for the fact that he was being compared to a husky, "Please.... Miss Rudori, if yer gon' make me carry ya 'verywhere.... cudja find't in yer heart not tuh compare me to a..... mammalian fleabag?" Apparently, he was quite proud of his amphibious nature, even if he probably had very little pride at all, by now.... especially considering he had that accursed leash around his neck; that definitely made him feel a lot more foolish. Then again, she didn't really need it,... it was just for show-- she could activate his CNS to generate pain, via the devices she'd installed inside of him long ago! From her lofty position, Rakassa can see above the droves of other shoppers, which would allow her a tactical advantage in locating the articles she wanted to purchase.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' I am a noble wolf. I am a warrior. I am... Standing in line for rediculously discounted prices! Even a proud werewolf such as himself has to be frugal with money sometimes. Dressed in tight black jeans, a black shirt, and a black thick bomberjacket with fur at the tip, the werewolf is quite packed in during these cold days. He may be a human werewolf, and have enough hair coming down from his scalp to cover quite a bit of his back, but he still doesn't enjoy the /cold/. "Man, I hope they open the doors soon." He huffs, breathing out white clouds into the air. A few people push against him as they try to get closer to the door. "Hey, careful." He mutters, the chains tied at his pants jingling violently as he gets jostled around a little. When the doors open, the werewolf is quickly pushed up against, and left in the dust as people hurry in. He's never been at a Black Friday sale, and is surprised just how many people can fit into such a tight opening in such short time. But what's more, he's halted by the appearance of someone /on a horse/ trying to get into the department store. He wonders if they won't just hit the opening with their face, trying to get in. By the time the werewolf tries to head inside, there's the suddenly flashes inside, followed by screams! His wolven ears perk up, and Skoll turns his gaze up towards the top of the building. Someone needs help! Such is his first thought, and acting upon this, the werewolf finally tries to dive inside with the same haste seen within the other shoppers.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria's heard about the sales going on everywhere. She's not above saving money on things. Of course getting through the gathered mob might prove to be a bit difficult. She's not exactly that physically strong for starters so it doesn't take much effort to knock the girl over. "Ugh, do these people always treat nobility this way?" Of course her title doesn't really mean much here. Her ears raise upwards at the screaming, just what she needs on top of everything else.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Across the street, there is a mob of another kind forming. Avira is extremely familiar with the phenomenon known as Black Friday. America was where she was really born-Black Friday's birthplace. In truth, she'd actually avoided shopping on this day because of the sheer hassle and danger involved in the pursuit. Prior to the day the world was shattered, Avira was a quiet and more introverted individual so the thought of plunging into a crowd of ravenous shoppers terrified her to the very core. Much had changed since then. Included in that change was a certain public appearance she had made the day prior. Specifically, she was asked to ride on a float in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade due to her (still valid? No longer applicable? hard to tell) status as Manhattan's Princess of Heart. It was fun. It was uplifting, gradually overturning the doubt that Maleficent had saddled with her a few months ago. Unfortunately, now people knew her face and her face was not an easy one to forget. Now she was being mobbed by people that wanted questions answered or pictures taken. This was nearly as terrifying as fighting Garland in hand to hand combat. Nearly. Part of her almost wishes she were doing that right now.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva was here shopping, she did not know what kind of nightmare it would be. She'd at least with help from Maira and likely Avira had something that didn't make her get mistaken for something off a TV show or lost from an amine con. She's pants, shoes, a sleeveless blue top and a white winter jacket on, also she's got a scarf about her neck. She's just been trying to keep going an she's starting to wonder about the savagery spawn by the greed of the locals here. she gives a look to Maira and then to Avira. "I have never seen such naked greed before." She seems out right horrified at the entire situation, she's bravely moving on into the hell that is this so called sale.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' People begin to flood downstairs from the escalators, several tripping and actually getting scarves and the like caught in them! Upstairs there is the sound of clanking, stuff being thrown around... and power tools? And beyond it all, above the din of people shouting there is a high feminine cackling, almost like a witch... or a black mage. People continue to pile over eachother from downstairs on the escalator to the second floor, if they're not helped people will just sort of bottleneck there and people will start to tumble over eachother! And is that a... suit and dress, complete with shoes and floating accessories coming walking by from the clothes department? they appear to be chasing customers as if they were actually filled with a body--ghosts or some kind of enchantment?? Someone does indeed hit a fire alarm at some point, admist what sounds like a roar coming from the upper floor, apparently where people were running away from, and the clanking of heavy, huge feet.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Amidst all this, Aerith managed to get in via the service entrance. Fortunately for her, it was unguarded, seeing as everyone was busy up front. The bad news? Once she got inside, the first thing she heard was absolute chaos, followed by a mad cackle. The clothes were alive. They were *moving*. They were just plain attacking people! "Yeah, time to do something." Aerith aimed for the suit, her materia flaring beneath the sleeves of her jacket, and let loose a sphere of flames. She'd pay for damages later, this had to be dealt with.

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' "Oh, quite your complaining! Look! My clothes are getting away!" Point! Rakassa glares as this lovely dress decides to chase some poor holiday shopper! "Yeeee-haaaw! Giddyup! Hi-hooooo Shopping!" Crack goes the riding crop! Out comes her bow and arrow, the Phoenix medallion thumping against her chest. "Leap on top of the stupid peasants if you have to!" Someone's planning on doing the Crowd-Wave. Twang! Off goes a freezing arrow to that lovely dress.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Besides the clanking that was heard from within the store, as a cybernetic being with three distinctly metal appendages, Queegmaa was making a bit of noise too, when his hands and knee collided with the hard floor. It wasn't extremely loud, because the fellow's total bodyweight was likely only about three hundred pounds or so, but if the internal echoes of clattering steel(or something similar) could be heard from afar, the chances were.... it was something /much/ bigger than Queegmaa, which was quite disturbing to him. The kappa didn't like the idea that something heavy was indoors, and since Rakassa was ruthless, the chances were, she wasn't about to allow some weird ED-209 wannabe to deter her from buying(or stealing in the confusion) the wares she wanted from Macy's-- that meant Queegmaa would have to actually do some /fighting/ of some kind. The sentiment turned his stomach. Que starts to charge after the dress his matron desired, as she fired arrows atop her 'siege tower', and in the meantime, he started to activate some of the programs in his system to boost his master's disposition!

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' Running in, Skoll is having some trouble getting through with so many people suddenly wanting /out/. Skoll is quick to get out of the way where possible, but it's hard to push through this wall of people. "People! Order! Don't trample anyone!" Skoll shouts over the screaming of people. There is little the werewolf can do to stop the people from hurting one-another and make it out safely. All he can do is get out of the way so he doesn't make things worse. He ends up jumping onto one of the nearby perfume counters, followed by breaking a few of them. His tail's fur soon stands on end, as the disgusting stench pervails itself to his nose. Even his hair rises, and tears appear in his eyes. "Ugh..." He grumbles and puts an arm in front of his mouth. He looks over the crowd, and that's when he truly spots the walking clothing. The horse riding towards them certainly helps. "People, leave in an orderly fashion!" Skoll shouts once again, making little handmotions! "One at a time! Don't push eachother! We will keep you safe!" He calls out. What is that rediculous person doing with the horse!? They're just making things worse!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' From her spot across the street, Avira can hear shouting and screaming...which was actually kind of normal for Black Friday shopping. She doesn't think anything of it until she sees people leaving the store in an exodus. The shrill screech of a fire alarm can be heard even from this distance once the doors are throw wide open. Avira frowns suddenly, kind of ruining a picture a curious man is trying to get of her. "Excuse me." she says abruptly, pushing through the crowd, "Pardon me! Coming through!" Getting in with these many people will no doubt be problematic. It'll take some time.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria manages to finally get in the store, only to have the mob now coming at her the other way. It takes her a moment to figure out why everyone's leaving. The clothes seemed to be moving on their own, that usually wasn't it normal. She also hears someone laughing as well, odds are that's who behind this. Of course she doesn't want to damage the clothes too much either, there might be something she might wants to try on later. She settles for weak magic for now.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Insert Maira being trampled, caught in a swam of people trying to get to the door, flailing wildly. "Hey! Stop that! I'm--urgh!" she shouts, before disappearing into the sea of people, lost in the undulating waves FOREVER! Okay, maybe for five minutes, but it seems like forever okay? After taking a heel to her back, Maira has had enough and channels air magic, using it to push the group of people away from her and out the doors as gently as possible. No lethal force or anything, but apparently its for their own good! Once the madness has cleared slightly, Maira spots the walking outfit, blinks, then looks to someone passing by. A face, a voice, she would never forget. "YOU!" she yells, then runs at Rakassa, aiming another focused burst of air in her direction!

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is now just left at a loss for words as thing have just gone even more crazy. Yet it's a form of crazy she can understand at the very lest. that is something for her she's already making preparations as she for an impending fight. Things are closer to home than she would expect. She was expecting to have to go to the upper levels? That is not to be as someone takes a shot at Maira and that's when everything goes to hell in a hand basket. She knows who this is and she calls out. "KNAVE! YOU WILL FALL BY MY HAND!" That's when the monk antics begin as she's already using her skills to get about people or even using them lightly a stepping stones oddly they would not feel much weight at all as she moves to close at Rakassa, she's one very unhappy silver haired lady!

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' The clothes get shredded by the various attacks and burned by Aerith's fire, a gruesome sight of several (assumedly) human looking figures running away on fire, but they aren't people but the strange enchanted clothing sets, before they finally are consumed and collapse. Several just plain stop moving due to the Lumeria's holy spells rained on them. This however does not stop very many from turning their attentions to the heroes and moving to try and envelope them! What kind of strange powers would enchanted clothes actually have?? But they're sure hostile now. Above the escalators there is a screeching of metal as something pulls itself into view from above. It appears like there is a couple of soft drink machines that have been pushed up against the upper landing, a soda, energy drink and even a V8 machine--until the square metal containers begin to rise and assume a vaguely humanoid shape. It's head gives off a roar of metal screetching and grinding within and the various machinery inside each machine seems to have been linked up somehow. Enter the Soda Machine Golem!

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' With her kappa steed being 'faithful', and even increasing her own abilities, she can concentrate on shooting. And more to the point, concentrate on avoiding a gust of wind! Digging a spurred heel into Que's back, she leaps upwards, carried higher by the air blast rather than being blasted off! "Well, well, well, why if it isn't my /FAVORITE/ little girl! So goood to see you again, sweethart~ Just couldn't stay away could you? But sorry, I'm after /other/ presents today." An arrow, glowing sickly green, is nocked and let loose towards Maira; horrible poisons dripping from its head. She lands neatly back upon Que's back. But there's falling dresses! Rakassa snatches some up as they fall, throwing them over Que. Glaring at the Soda-Golem, she shakes her head. "Curse you! YOU'RE RUINING MY STEALING SP...I MEAN LEGITIMATE MERCANTILE ACQUISITION SPREE" Cue more arrows towards the golem!

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' And then, Clothes. Whap! Rakassa is pelted by clothes, hanging on to Que for dear life!

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' 'Oh, well, this is a fantastic turn of events', thinks the kappa, who manages to somehow avoid employing an accent whilst ruminating inwardly. Now Queegmaa has a choice: possibly to be hurt by Maira and/or Minerva if he takes Rakassa's part, or get hurt by Rakassa if he doesn't obey. The fact was, though, that Rakassa could injure him a lot more than the other two, and, then there was that ability to cause his machinery to detonate if absolutely need be, thus, when accounting for the fact that at least half of him was mechanical, and that a lack of vital systems would be the result if he lost the support of his prosthesis, the proper course of action was clear.... Do as Rakassa wills him! Maybe he'll be fortunate and be sent to collect clothing, in spite of the fact that his master was now being bombarded by the malicious actions of another customer, instead of being utilized as a weapon of war.... which, ironically, was the exact thing Rakassa built him to be, -arguably- to his dismay. Can't he just scheme and pull people's strings from behind some curtain somewhere, like he's been doing up until now? Is that too much for which one might entreat? When Rakassa digs a spur into his side, he grimaces. Decidedly following Rakassa's lead, he attempts to call down a cascade of burning, acidic rain to corrode, and short-circuit the golem.... water and machinery usually doesn't mix! He does sigh, relieved, that his superior isn't going to make him battle Maira unless pressed!

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Well, that was something... And the sound of something else rising from the depths shows up. Well great, that's just what this place needed! A Transformer made of soda machines! The living clothing of course is not all that good, but what can you do about it? Aerith is ambushed by incoming, fully-dressed not-people, and she almost gets buried underneath them. That is, until she suddenly makes an attempt to break out with bolts of electricity in every direction. "This is why I hate shopping today!"

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' And speaking of pressing matters.... he gets attacked by living clothes, which he tries to shred with his claws to the best of his ability, provided they aren't the ones Rakassa wants.....

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' When Maira had woken up this morning, she hadn't said to herself "Gee, I think today is the day I'll burn down a Macy's" but that is very seriously in the cards right now. Maira glares at Rakassa as she's carried further into the air, riding...Queegmaa!?!?! Maira gapes. Had she captured him!? SHE MUST SAVE HIM! "I AM NOT A LITTLE GIRL!" she cries. Then, she throws off her sunglasses dramatically. This must mean she means business! ...Then she's shot in the arm with a poisoned arrow. "Oh come /on/," she grumbles, wincing from the pain and the sick feeling that washes over her. Gritting her teeth, Maira reaches up to try to snap the arrow off like a badass. Tug, tug, howl with pain... Nope. Plan B. Maira lights up the arm that was shot, burning the arrow to cinders in a flash of bright light. Oh, the sprinkler system. Its probably going to go off now for sure. "YOU have something that belongs to me, Rakassa! Get back here and FIGHT ME--" pause, look to Minerva, "FIGHT US!"

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria finds herself getting entangled by clothes as she tries to make her way through. She struggles to pull herself free, it's just fabric how can it hurt so much? She then notices the vending machines start to fuse together. Getting punched by that on the other hand might be a bit painful. She conjures some more magic to protect herself from danger and heal the lashing she got from the fabric.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Still outside, Avira is faced with a different problem. Getting in! With all these people, she simply couldn't shove them back with magic or brute force. Pushing through them wasn't exactly working either. In this situation, Avira apparently thinks the best course of action is go go up! Up she goes, kicking off a chained-down newspaper dispenser on the sidewalk to get some air. From there, she lands standing upon the shoulders of a heavy-set man. By the time he looks up, she's already gone, hopping along a sea of stable perches streaming out of the store. Neatly, she ducks down underneath the doorframe and emerges on the other side, hopping until she finds herself some sanctuary upon a raised plaform displaying store mannequins. "Finally!" she exclaims, smoothly withdrawing her weapon and with a well-practiced motion, swinging it to unleash a blast of air. This strike neatly shreds a circling, predatory-looking bathrobe with a gust of shimmery light. "ALRIGHT!" Avira booms, "WHO THE HECK IS RESPONSIBLE FOR MAKING THIS MESS ON /MY/ TURF! SHOW YOURSELF!"

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Rosemarie couldn't be asked to fight through the smothering, sometimes violence crowds of Black Friday. At the same time, she couldn't just foresake such sales altogether! As a businesswoman herself she has an eye for a good deal, and some of the fliers that made their way to Traverse Town were simply too appealing to ignore. And so, Rosemarie has made her way to Manhattan to take advantage of the sales--albeit in a disguise, for better or worse. Some recent trouble with the Church of Glabados has lead her to keep her head low. Thankfully, it's relatively easy to do so when you've got a few magical tricks up your sleeves. So today, Rosemarie is certainly not here. The raven-haired, wide hipped woman in a purple skirt-suit with vaguely elvish features is almost certainly not her. Even so, when she spots a familiar face--Queegmaa--she crinkles her nose and tries to put more of a crowd between the two of them. Except the crowd is rapidly moving /away/ from the store, which is certainly not how sales work. "Oh, bother," Rosemarie says with a sigh, resting her chin on her palm. And then she notices the Soda Golem and stares at it for a moment. "Well now /that/ one is interesting." She spots Skoll, trying to usher people away from the chaos. Hm, he seems like one to stay close to while she investigates further.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' "Avira!" Skoll shouts out when Avira suddenly appears at the entrance of the Macy's. He quickly points at Maira. "Maira needs help. I think that crazy lady poisoned her!" He warns the badass adventurer extrordinaire. The werewolf himself punctuates this by jumping off of the perfume stand's counter and darting straight for the moving Soda Machine. However, in the middle of it all he fails to catch some of the clothing coming his way. He tries to jump to the left to avoid one set, and then ends up leaping straight into a set of boxers with doggy-bone motif, and a large pink feathery boa! The werewolf stands there for a moment, stunned by the thing. "A hero's scarf must be red!" Skoll is slightly colorblind. "This is a hero's scarf!" He points forwards bravely. He hasn't noticed the boxers. He /does/ notice the machine of soda drinks. "Nobody likes V8!" Skoll roars, jumping into the air and then bringing his both hands outwards. Chains fly out from within his sleeves like magical snakes. It's a good thing this department store has a high ceiling. Without a moment of hesitation, he lets the chains magically wrap around his hands and tries to come down on the machine with his right fist - engulfed with flaming chains, and slam into it. He then leaps straight for the energy drink machine as well. "5 Hour Energy!? HAVE A CRASH!" And with his other fist, he tries to deliver an ice-charged fisting!

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is assailed by living clothing? Wait what? What foul witch craft is this? She has no idea she punches her way through but not without harm to herself and she's following Maira in after them. "Surrender or die in obscurity!" Minerva closes even as Maira's spell effects her, to say she's fired up would be an understatement. She does not care about shopping. Minerva closes in and her fists while unarmoured are clearly covered in ice up to the elbows. Which oddly does not impeded her own movement as she moves to strike at Rakassa followed by several jolting punches. Well if she can connect with them that is. She may very well get arrowed for her trouble.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' While the living clothes swarm over Maira and Aerith, they are left a little... different afterwards. Maira is suddenly standing there with a short flannel blouse, tied up around the midriff and daisy dukes after the attack of the random, assorted outfits--apparently having gotten themselves attached to her in the process. Rakassa is left in a cocktail dress and high heels after her apparent brush with the living outfits.Queeg mysteriously, is left with just a knitted beanie after the onslaught. Above as the people continue to flock away to safety, the soda machine golem ROARS as he discharges electrical energy from the machine's--no, his bodies combined mass, shooting out bolts of electricity, the head rearing up as he begins to fire bullets out of his maw--but those aren't just any sort of projectile, he's FIRING CANS OF SODA AND ENERGY DRINKS AT THE HEROES! They impact with display cases and pillars and shatter glass and explode, sending dangerous debris all around! Oh the humanity!

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith gets pelted by one soda can after another, and as well as she ducks and weaves between them, she can't quite avoid them all. With a grunt, she pulls her energy toward another materia, one that's a bit less aggressive. Perhaps it was time to do something different with this one. Spheres of pale blue appeared around her and Maira, and Skoll for good measure.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' In a sense, Rakassa had indeed captured Que.... but it had transpired years before, and... since then, he had belonged to her. His ambition to turn the tables was in the works, but he didn't foresee it reaching fruition for a long time in coming, so in the meanwhile, her bidding was his existence. Though, given how much she'd done, he'd gotten to the point where he practically welcomed the mental anguish that barraged him, since he believed quite fully that the world was a cruel place, and he was part of the problem. No better an opportunity existed to take revenge upon the world, and himself, than to be in the service of a soundrel like Rakassa, who gave him every opportunity to mutilate anything over which he could exert his influence; the realization dawned on Queegmaa far prior that no matter what he did, he was at the mercy of his creator, and the best way to vent was to give back what he received from the world that had spawned him, that forced him into it! The fact that Rakassa owned Que was obsolete, at the present point in time.... but he did tell Maira that once one went to Vector.... 'they never returned the same'. The electrical blast from the soda machine(one tendril happens to catch him), though, is more worriesome than the fact that he had to choose between his conscience and his loyalty to Rakassa, because not only does it electrocute him to the extent that it incinerates the beanie that was just placed on his head, but Que's internal wiring goes.... haywire, from the additional electrical signals it gets, causing him to electrify. This is where he ends up looking like Blanka from Street Fighter, except that he's not doing this intentionally! Spasming as his machinery starts to smoke, his body jerks involuntarily, as he's unable to retain control temporarily-- presumably, backup systems will kick in soon, but for now, he wasn't in a good state.... and what's worse, because Rakssa is atop of Queegmaa..... well.... who here knows math besides Rosemarie, who is an expert on economics? Here's an equation for you all: What is 2 + 2?

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Grin! Rakassa laughs as Maira is plugged with an arrow. "I don't think sooo..ahhh!" Suddenly the woman is given a makeover. Looking down at herself, she nods a little bit. A hand smacks her kappa steed right on the head-cap. "See? Wasn't this a great idea, my little pet?" Because that's totally what he is. It's then that she smells smoke, and as Que begins to jerk, Rakassa does her best to get out of dodge...and succeeds! "Oh, loyal servant, protecting me~" In comes Minerva's fist! Rakassa nimbly leaps off of Que, and onto the back of some poor shopper. She digs her heels into his back. "Sorrrry~ Blame yourself or God~" As she turns around, there's soda fired at her. A hand catches one! She pops the tab, and chugs it down, throwing the can at Maira! A flurry of more cans comes at her! Rakassa yells out a glorious battle cry! "RED BULL GIVES YOU WIIIIINGS!" As if suddenly an energy-drink fueled angel, Rakassa leaps, dodges, and aerially moves about atop the heads an shoulders of dirty shopper peasants to avoid delicious soft drink pain. Then, she charges forth, bringing blades to bear against the evil machine! They glow with dark magic as she cuts and stabs!

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria gets hit with the jagged sharpnel from several cans of soda. Not to mention it was broccoli-flavored. Who the hell makes broccoli-flavored soda? It even smells awful. She shudders a bit as her full anger is unleashed on the soda machine golem. Several orbs of holy energy are flung at the foul creature as she tries to prevent it from unleashing it's terrible flavors upon anyone else.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Suddenly, Maira gets swarmed but a tangle of clothes (raggamuffin!?). It is completely cartoonish and insane, just a mass of quickly moving clothes, flailing arms and dust cloud-and when it passes, Maira's outfit has been changed to shorts that can barely even be called shorts, and a top that doesn't even cover her midriff! Maira looks down at herself, blinking. Well, she's been in battle wearing less (see; nothing) but flannel!? "HEY! I wanted to be Ginger!" she says, shaking her fist after the cloud. Maira then turns back to Rakassa and Queegmaa, narrowing her eyes. "Don't worry Queegmaa! I'll rescue you! I won't let you suffer what she did to me!" she begins, igniting in flame. Goodbye short shorts. Goodbye flannel. Then, in the midst of her righteous rage, Maira takes a can of coke right to the back of the head, hard, and slumps over, losing consciousness.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Ignoring the gawking bystanders, Avira takes another leap, this time landing on the circular platform in the center of a clothing rack. The shouting and roaring from upstaids points her the right way to go-and go she does, hopping away onto the ascending armrest of the escalator. "'scuse me! Coming through!!!" she calls out, even as people try to flee down the up escalator. She pays them little attention, except to make sure that she doesn't whack any in the head with her drawn weapon. She emerges from the escalator with a blind leap at the soda machine golem only to find herself struck out of the air by a mysteriously powerful blast of filled soda cans. Irritated, she picks herself up out of a fizzy and foaming mess. "Sorry I'm late, guys, getting in this place was a nightmare." Drawing on her power here came easily since being here meant she was in close contact with the light in her heart that she'd parted with months ago. Her magic, though not commonly practiced in the mist-drawing form by natives here, works especially well as she summons a massive blast of icy wind, directed through her sword. Once it leaps forth, it weaves itself into the shape of a large, bounding wolf before crashing down upon the soda machine golem. "So who the hell is responsible?!" her eyes dart to Rakassa, "Is it YOU?"

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' Skoll makes for one of those beautiful backflips, arching his back and everything as the Soda Golem begins spewing out soda can after soda can. He ends up landing in a heroic pose, one fist forwards, the other back. "Maira! You okay over there?" He calls out back, and quickly glances towards Rakassa and Maira. It would appear that Rakassa has at least turned her own attention on the 'golem'. This is followed by the view of Maira suddenly getting taken by a can of coke in the face. That'll probably leave one heck of a red mark in the morning! The redhead is a friend of the werewolf. This grinds his gears! "Why you..." The werewolf's tail truly /puffs up/, and his ears rise sharply. Skoll even goes so far as to show his fangs. Skoll throws his hands out and grips at the chains, bringing and winding them together into the shape of a /way/ massive chain-made chain-sword. "Ready..." The werewolf calls out, followed by a violent spark of lightling ascending over its body, forming each link in the chain in its infinity pattern and lighting up the place. For a moment, it looks like the lightning might go out of control - let's be honest, Skoll has only just been practicing on this technique! "CHAIN!..." The werewolf puts one foot back and brings the massive sword back with him. The chains tremble and begin to shiver. "....RISER!..." The chain suddenly truly comes to life and begins to... run along its own shape like a chainsaw! Only the 'chainsaw' doesn't revolve 'around' anything. The chainsword IS the sword! Flashing with lightning. "Hiiiraaaaaaaaaaah!" The werewolf darts forwards, closing in straight behind Avira's ice wolf - and the moment the ice-wolf crashes down, the werewolf jumps over and lets the massive sword come down upon the soda-golem's position. "...REACTION!" And lightning expells itself along the full body of the weapon.

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Rosemarie continues to observe as things get increasingly chaotic. Between the two women hacking away at Queegmaa and his...rider, and the Soda Golem hurling V8, Red Bull, and other beverages at bystanders, Rosemarie decides it time that she take her leave. Right about the time that she does, a can of Canada Dry flies over her head, forcing Rose to duck to avoid it. Yes, that seems like a good sign to leave. How do people handle this kind of chaos just for a discount price?!

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Pieces fly off the Soda Machine Golem, but it escapes relatively unscathed somehow--the inner workings apparently undamaged though given the onslaught by Avira, Skoll, Rakassa and co. It shakes the building with a heavy roar and belches black smoke--suddenly a huge fireball erupts from it's 'head' and ping pong's around the room, disappating as it travels from person to person. All the while electrical energy is arcing out from it's body as it begins to tromp down the stairs--thankfully the people stuck on the escalator have since been helped out and escaped. Woe unto you, little flesh beings!

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' When Maira calls out, proclaiming that she'll rescue Queegmaa, as sparks fly from him while he fights for reserve systems to take control briefly so that the normal ones can recalibrate themselves, his rickety steampunk body sputters, and finally, as a massive plume of sooty mist spews from an exhaust pipe, getting him back to being properly online, he grits his teeth, which are still lightly chattering from the shock. Rising to his feet, he growls at Maira, "Dun do me no favors!" he manages to bark, with only one or two malapropisms; before he points at Rakassa, "Ya kent save me.... I's her's fer life! She got me rigged so dat she owns me.... all ya kin do's ta d'stroy me, so dat's whatcha oughta duh!" He shakily turns on his heels, and begins to flee from the premesis, leaving behind his allies and enemies alike, once more showing how fainthearted he was, running whenever there was danger. Elbowing his way through the crowd, his mighty gears and mechanical-woodwork allows him to toss people in front of him aside like rag-dolls as he makes his cowardly escape. He doesn't have the courage to fight, and he doesn't have the courage to even allow someone to try to help him; all he wants to do is to resign himself to his accursed fate, and hope that nobody ever try to waste their time on bringing him redemption. The troll sees himself as having no hope, so he wasn't about to let someone show him true compassion, only so that he could have it ripped from him after becoming attached to it!

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Avira yells at Rakassa, and the woman 'hmph's! "/That/!? Hardly! Look how crude and inelegant it is! I wouldn't create that piece of junk!" Rakassa laughs as she watches Que's charade. "Oh, my. Seems I forgot to instill bravery in hi. Oh well. A little playing about in the brain and that can be fixed~" Then there's fire, and electricity. Rakassa is knocked neatly on her butt. Swords going flying, all she can do is take our her bow. "...Ow. Away, you wretch!" Twang twang goes the flurry of arrows.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Okay, it was time for a change of plans. That was Aerith's first thought after she shakily stood up from the mixture of fire and thunder she'd just gotten smacked around with. Aerith ended up falling to one knee again, breathing heavily. "I... hate... shopping today." She shunted some of her energies toward her healing materia, and began an attempt to recover at least some of what had been wrought...

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Apparently Avira is the first to get hit with the fireball which is why she seems to take the worst of it. Resentfully, as she picks herself up off the ground, she acknowledges that the creature probably aimed for her first. Digging through one of her leather utility pouches, she pulls a potion free and quickly drinks it. "Maira! Skoll! Minerva! Go after it, I'll catch up!" Avira says, volunteering to stay behind to...what exactly? Besides heal herself, at least, she wanted to keep an eye on someone. She wanted to keep an eye on Rakassa and Queegmaa, which Maira sought to rescue-only for Queegma to unhappily explain that Rakassa 'owned' him. A look of disgust overcomes her face as she turns to look at the Vectorian commander. "You are easily the most depraved person I have met." she says, her voice cold as steel.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria tries to block the fireball, but it still manages to make it thrugh her defenses. The soda machine certainly was putting up a fight. Still, she's not going to let it get in the way of bargains if she can help it. She wouldn't normally do this, but it was in her best interests to be targets other than her present. Large green sparkles surround the area around Lumeria as she tries to keep everyone standing.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Groaning, Maira regains consciousness only to wish she hadn't. The headache she has is extremely intense. "Unng..." she moans, eyes trying to focus. She can't even really consider that she's being attacked by clothes and a soda machine. Rakassa is /right there/. The woman who'd kidnapped her, tortured her, drained her of her magic to create a magictech knight and stolen the necklace given to her by an Esper himself. Right there, and she couldn't seem to touch her. Blinking through her tears she gets to her feet, the flames that surround her once more flaring to brilliance. She hears Queegmaa's words, her lips thinning in a line of determination. "I won't let her own you. She can't own you if she's dust," she replies, her voice humming with the magic she holds. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the day Maira blew up Macy's.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' "This is a dire foe!" Skoll declares as the chainsword comes down onto the golem and... loses its shape! The chains are sent scrawling every which way, and it takes the werewolf some times to reel the back in. In the meanwhile, he lands right in front of Maira, keeping the girl guarded as he whips his hands around to try and draw the chains back. "Maira, hang in there." Skoll calls back at the fiery redhead, casting her a tough knightly glance. This is immediately followed up by him throwing his chains forwards like a net, and letting them catch the fireball that is sent their way. He bounces the thing off and away from himself, and turns slowly as it continues to bounce around. Where is it... MAIRA! The werewolf quickly jumps in the way, arms wide, as the fireball looks to be going for Maira; not being able to draw in his chains in time, he takes the full brunt of the fiery fireball. Embers flicker past him and singe the werewolf. But he doesn't take even a single step back. "Friends don't leave anyone behind." He growls between his teeth, before glancing at Avira. Go after the thing? Skoll turns towards Maira and offers her a hand, with the fireball now no longer burning him. But the girl is already on it. The werewolf quickly brings his chains to bear. "I will protect the building!" He declares. He throws the chains outwards, and sends them chaining straight for the walls and ceiling, attempting to encapsulate the attack while yet going on the offensive at the same time! Some of the chains amidst the mass -- in fact, way too /big/ a mass to be coming from this one werewolf -- dive straight in for the soda machine and Rakassa, trying to stop them from going anywhere and attempting to bite into both by the use of flame and ice on their ends.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' After the attack, Lumeria's green light falls over Skoll's body, and the werewolf feels some of the burns calming down. He glances the girl's way, and gives her a firm nod of approval. It's the least he could do. But he can't lose his concentration right now. So all he manages to follow this up with is; "Thank you."

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Rakassa knocks an arrow, ready to plunge more into the evil machine. It's then that she feels powerful magic gathering. Turning about, her eyes go wide as chains wrap about her. Held aloft, she is at the mercy of consuming flames, that lovely little cocktail dress incinerated. Thud! She falls to the ground. The only thing protecting her modesty is the burnt remains of a few Tickle-Me-Corneo dolls. The necklace's string snaps, falling to the ground. Coughing, choking, she raises a single finger towards Maira and her friends. Then, she grins. "*hack*..N...not...bad little girl" Blackness engulfs her, a Dark Portal spiriting her away before she's in mortal danger!

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Things descend into madness at this point as she continues to come under assault from the pop machine golem. What the heck was it with strange magics? She could understand other worlds would have different styles of it but some of the things she'd seen defied all she knew of the arcane. She's just going to get to the point she's going to start punching things. She comes under assault an she's getting the stuffing kicked out of her she's beaten but Minerva is able to keep enduring it. She does wish she'd worn armour out at this point with how badly hurt she'd been. She's done enough to set up Maira and now she turns her attention on the Golem which she launches herself into the next burst of electrical energy is caught in Minerva's hand and she smirks. "I may not be a master of any but all the elements can and will answer my call." Minerva launchers herself again at the hulking machine into a brutal combo of attacks as she spins into it trying to knock it up for a moment before she'll slam this thing down with more punches then follow it up with a flaming punch.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' The holy attack by Maira causes the Golem's frame to spark and machinery pops and seems to grind together inside. It's getting weaker! However, it is not done yet--the electrical energy from inside it's body sparking and arcing out at the heroes in an area around them, it's inner workings belching out another wave of fire that coats the intrepid heroes in a fine blanket of burning... monster energy drink? It is unclear!

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Again, Aerith was knocked back by another giant ball of fire. It was a wonder she stood at all, but stand she did. Barely. Her knees trembled as she tried to will herself to cast another spell... only to find herself unable to do it. Her body just protested too much. Aerith groaned as she slumped to the floor. Maybe a bit of a break would do her some good. Hopefully she wouldn't just fall asleep right there.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "I mean someone has to go after the golem instead of-" Too late. Maira's already nuking Rakassa. A small part of her grows a little annoyed since she wanted to take some revenge upon the woman that hurt her friend so. Maybe...some other time as the woman flees through a dark portal. Avira takes off after the creature, charging through the flames with a blast of air, despite the burns that suddenly crawl across her exposed skin. Unwilling to let t his thing burn the department store down, she unloads another massive round of ice magic. It's not just meant to attack the creature-more importantly, it's meant to counter the fires it has set all throughout the store.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira has moved beyond the point of return now. She is not stopping until this chaos is done. Rakassa is down, but Maira doesn't pay her any heed besides a long look of glowing eyes amidst flame and a pearlescent white aura. For a moment, she thinks about throwing herself after her, finish her off for good. Could she kill someone? Even someone like Rakassa? Surely, it would prevent her from doing more damage. It would protect the people she would surely hurt... No, she can't. Not even to Rakassa. The soda machine and whatever powered the thing was still on a rampage. The fire it blasts outward washes over Maira without any noticable effect, but she watches her friends get hurt once more and reacts without word or gesture--sorry, not screamed attack names here--and blasts the machine /again/ with another explosion of Holy, righteous flame.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria takes cover behind a clothing rack to avoid being burned. Better the clothes than her. She notices Aerith about to fall over, "No sleeping on the job." She casts more white magic, she was certainly get a workout in. The girl was starting to run out of energy herself, but she does her best to hide it.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' Avira has seen Skoll battle many a time. She'll probably be able to tell that, for all of his protectiveness, there's still some kind of strange... distracted quality to his current battle technique. Like he's somewhere else partially. Still, no matter how 'distracted' he might be, there's no question to the power he brings in the form of the chains that are beginning the swarm the walls and ceiling and floor of the department store they find themselves in. With Rakassa down, Skoll turns his attention on the soda machine once more. But in his distracted state, it doesn't help him get away from its attack. The wave floods over his body, and he is sent reeling. The smell of burnt fur soon wafts off of his body. "/That's IT! I've had it with these mothergoosing golems in this mothergoosing department store!" The werewolf howls! He throws one hand sideways and grips a chain, breaking it loose and forming a massive chain sprear and... stabs it straight into the floor. He grips it with his other hand, and then lets out a violent roar. "UNLIMITED! HOWLING! CHAIN!" The werewolf calls out, followed by the ground beginning the tremble. Something is moving beneath the ground. The floor within the Macy's begin to shift and crack here and there. "INFINITE... CHAIN ANNIHILATOR!" This is followed by /enormous/ chain-made spears tearing from the floor and walls, attempting to impale the soda-machine right where it stands! And yes, the chains howl - for the wind is being forced through between the chain's links. They're just that rediculously fast.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' From somewhere, somehow.... perhaps a ventilation shaft, perhaps a gutter, or some tunnel somewhere, some anonymous entity invokes a particular effect designed to help mitigate, or eliminate some of the flame that was surely igniting the department, brought on by the assailing golem. From who it originated, none can be sure, but it resembles a skill used earlier in the fight, for anyone observant. Mayhap somebody is trying to get one more parting shot in, or perchance they are just trying to do their best to contribute to whatever was going on; whatever the case, a deluge of toxic hail and hydrogen tailspins from above, aimed at the hideous contraption constructed by whomever was responsible for this whole fiasco. It also will inevitably flood the floor, freezing and becoming slush almost upon contact, given that Avira has been hurling blizzard divinations up the wazoo.....

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is just having a hard time of it with this Golem, she's got a plan that should hopefully ruin this thing's day. He hands burst into flame with holy fire at this point blazing brightly she turns her attention at the thing even as she attempts to purge the burning energy drink off her. She lunges in at the Golem going for the head she tends to grab it and unleash the full charge of holy fire she's built up. She'll then flip back and rush the Golem once more as she hits it over and over again with her fist that are still charged with even more holy power before she backs off as she's got a feeling more ranged power is coming this way from her allies and others. "Is this normal for this world?!"

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' The poor golem sizzles and cracks as it's introduced to unlimited howling chainey prowess, then part of it's left arm breaks completely off thanks to Avira's icewolf bite, causing an entire soda machine to go sailing to floor and land with a crash--splitting floor tiles and sending stray cans of Redbull spinning over the floor. Coming to what might be it's 'knees' the strange frenzied magical creature prepares a final desperate act, a large source of heat energy begins to well up from it's center while electricity arcs out all around it in white hot bolts of energy!

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' "It's gonna blow!" Skoll immediately pulls the chain-spear out of the ground and rushes straight for the soda-machine of doom and jumps into the air, throwing the chain-spear down and letting it transform into a net of sorts on top of the thing. He just lands on top of it, slamming his fist into the thing to try and make it stop from exploding... when it well... DOES explode. A massive explosion rocks the place, and within moments, the werewolf is outside of the building, covered in soot. The werewolf lets out a cough, expelling a perfect circle of ash, and gives an annoyed stare at the somewhat broken looking building - chains keeping it upright just fine. "I am going to have nightmares about soda machines now..." He mumbles, and flops back over in the middle of the sidewalk, feather boa still making him look rather /dashing/.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria partly caught in the blast as she tries escape from the building as well. She needs a new outfit and some medical attention after that. "I don't know, I'm not from around here." She replies to Minerva. Ironically the person behind this was from the same world as her though.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' The explosion slammed over her, the blast wave and heat engulfing her. Surely she was done, right? Right? The smoke cleared... and there she was, a sphere of pale green light surrounding her. Apparently she had just enough in her left to defend herself against the final, desperate attack. Aerith's breathing was heavy, labored... but she was alive. Of course, now she had someone to thank for that, and she glanced toward the healer with a nod. "Thanks. That quite actually saved my life."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira gasps when she's hit with an arc of electricity, her body shaking with the force even as it blows her backward and out the front of the building with a host of others and no small amount of debris. She lands in the street with a groan, fairly sure the arm she'd landed on was broken /again/. "...Just...one day, could we not get attacked by something!?" she exclaims, turning to look around. First, she heals herself with a quick cure spell, then moves to find Avira through the cloud of smoke and dust. "Is everyone alright!?" she calls out.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' The weather inside is frightful but the fire is so delightful... In an effort to minimize the explosion as much as possible, Avira unloads further ice magic, though this particular spell seems to rely on the ice and water already present, forcing the acidic slush to jut u pward and corral the raging soda machine golem. It works, a little, but the force still blows out the storefront in a hail of debris, Red Bull, slush, and steamy fog. Looking quite crispy, the battered huntress stumbles out of the storefront into the street. "It'd be nice if Black Friday in Manhattan was left alone. Last year we had trouble too-" Avira is interrupted by cheering from the gawking crowd for the brave heroes (...and Rakassa) that took on the possessed clothing and golem.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' "All I know is, I'm not going out here without some body armor next time." She huffed and stood, feeling a bit better than before. "I think our shopping trip is ruined now... can we go home and sleep?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira walks up and hugs Avira gently. "I'm sorry Avira...huh what happened last year?" Maira looks to Aerith then. Shopping? Shopping! "Oh! My bags!" she cries, then starts limping back into the wreckage. She paid for that stuff, she's not leaving without it!

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira does miraculously find her bag, and a new outfit for the road. It just so happens to be a very lovely red prom dress. Its a little bit damaged, so they wouldn't be able to sell it anyway. Maira though, can sew, and figures she can fix it. More importantly, she returns to where Rakassa fell. There, on the floor, lay a necklace with an amber pendant, glimmering with reflected light. Smiling, she bends down and picks it up before again making her exit. Unexpected mission accomplished!

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith chuckled and watched Maira leave. At least she had her necklace back. Right now though, all she wanted to do was go home and have a siesta. Maybe she could hang out at VALKYRI HQ again before moving on. Deciding that was a good idea, she stood, her legs still shaky, and made her way out. Definitely time to go home.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is now leaving with Maira nd the rest she's had enough of this shopping thing, she really has had enough of it all she wants to get back home. Somewhere that is not infested with rabid shoppers, also phantom clothing and Golems made out of vending machines. The Monk is totally out of here.

Blackest Friday

2013-12-08T19:11:07Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/12/07
|Location=Southern Manhattan
|Synopsis=Echo decides the greed and barbarism of a black Friday sale must be punished. Enchanted outfits and a Soda Machine Golem ensue!
|Cast of Characters=Skoll Ulfang, Avira, Maira, Lumeria, Minerva, Aerith, Rosemarie, Queegmaa (Aka: Rakassa_Rudori), Rakassa, Echo
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:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Black Friday. This is a notorious event when hordes of shoppers show up at major outlets to get the best deals. Unfortunately this also means that a single store can expect a mob of people at the door, pushing, kicking, shoving... people getting trampled even, statistically. At one of the biggest department stores in Manhattan, this sort of event is unfortunately taking place. Staff at the door are shouting for people to stay in a single file as someone nearly gets caught in a revolving door and the flow of people is directed to a nearby set of swing doors. As the people mill in, Echo looked down at the spectacle with a look of disgust. The flagrant disregard for eachother's personal safety, the rampant greed and consumerism, it's enough to make someone gag! White wings take to the air and soon the bat mage is above the store itself, letting herself in through a window near the roof and suddenly several flashes can seen from the outside through the windows... however it's not as if the shoppers or staff of the store notice, but sometime after there is the sound of screams from within and it's not just due to the shouting mass of people, somehow.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira is shopping, unfortunately. No one informed her that this was the WORST DAY EVER to go shopping on. Black Friday? Seriously? What kind of craziness is that!? She is however, attempting to shop ingognito. She dressed in a black dress and big dark sunglasses while purusing the lingerie department, several items of skimpy laceyness on hangers in her hands. She brings them to the counter and is ready to make a purchase it would seem, when suddenly she hears screaming! She blinks in alarm, but figures maybe this is part of Black Friday? At least until the store clerk starts running away. "H-hey! I haven't finished paying!" she shouts. Grumbling, she put her money in the open register, closes it, and procedes to bag her own garments stubbornly.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' On the other hand, some people just wanted to have a nice time. Without getting run over. Aerith watched from afar, making her best attempt not to get into the crowds at all. Best to wait until all this died down so she could actually get some updates done to her wardrobe. All these battles she'd fought recently were starting to do a number on her clothing. She managed to take a look upward for a brief moment, only to find, of all things, a bat. One that was far smarter than it looked as it entered one of the windows just above, neatly bypassing the crowds. The flashes are something new as well, and they make her eyes narrow. "That... does not look good." She had to find out what was going on without getting herself killed. Time to look for a back entrance.

:'''[[Rakassa_Rudori]] has posed:''' Rakassa's entry is appropriate to her stature as a noblewoman and Admiral of Vector! In she goes, atop a most noble creature she's acquired.../certainly/ that couldn't be Queegma that she's riding on like some beast of burden. She even has a riding crop, complete with a proper equestrian's outfit; hat included. Ka-crack! "Onward, beast! Give these pathetic, vile little peasant no heed! Mush! I must have my new wardrobe!"

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Crawling on his hands and knees was Queegmaa, today, acting as Rakassa's steed. She was a Shadow Lord, although she went by a different alias with a different appearance when presenting herself as one of the members of the illustrious Hollow Bastion, that didn't mean she didn't know how to put the fear of Poltergeist into others when she wanted to. For as much hate as Que was filled with, the same side of that coin was the emotion of fear, for anger was the psychological avenue one took when they believed they had a /chance/ of performing an effectual oppositional action against the threat at hand, whereas fear took root when one believed their only hope of salvation, or avoidance of pain was submission, if not all-out retreat. The fact was, Que knew very well what hidden powers lurked in the inner sanctum of Rakassa's being, if she chose to turn dormancy into malignancy, which meant that he also was aware of how outmatched he was by this woman who kept him so thoroughly oppressed. There were certain times when the foul mistress had pressed him to his boiling point, at which juncture he'd pushed back, but this was clearly not one of those occasions. So with very little dignity, getting himself all dirtied up by having carried her through the streets of Manhatten, Queegmaa dragged himself along with his rider, without much sign of protest, except for the fact that he was being compared to a husky, "Please.... Miss Rudori, if yer gon' make me carry ya 'verywhere.... cudja find't in yer heart not tuh compare me to a..... mammalian fleabag?" Apparently, he was quite proud of his amphibious nature, even if he probably had very little pride at all, by now.... especially considering he had that accursed leash around his neck; that definitely made him feel a lot more foolish. Then again, she didn't really need it,... it was just for show-- she could activate his CNS to generate pain, via the devices she'd installed inside of him long ago! From her lofty position, Rakassa can see above the droves of other shoppers, which would allow her a tactical advantage in locating the articles she wanted to purchase.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' I am a noble wolf. I am a warrior. I am... Standing in line for rediculously discounted prices! Even a proud werewolf such as himself has to be frugal with money sometimes. Dressed in tight black jeans, a black shirt, and a black thick bomberjacket with fur at the tip, the werewolf is quite packed in during these cold days. He may be a human werewolf, and have enough hair coming down from his scalp to cover quite a bit of his back, but he still doesn't enjoy the /cold/. "Man, I hope they open the doors soon." He huffs, breathing out white clouds into the air. A few people push against him as they try to get closer to the door. "Hey, careful." He mutters, the chains tied at his pants jingling violently as he gets jostled around a little. When the doors open, the werewolf is quickly pushed up against, and left in the dust as people hurry in. He's never been at a Black Friday sale, and is surprised just how many people can fit into such a tight opening in such short time. But what's more, he's halted by the appearance of someone /on a horse/ trying to get into the department store. He wonders if they won't just hit the opening with their face, trying to get in. By the time the werewolf tries to head inside, there's the suddenly flashes inside, followed by screams! His wolven ears perk up, and Skoll turns his gaze up towards the top of the building. Someone needs help! Such is his first thought, and acting upon this, the werewolf finally tries to dive inside with the same haste seen within the other shoppers.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria's heard about the sales going on everywhere. She's not above saving money on things. Of course getting through the gathered mob might prove to be a bit difficult. She's not exactly that physically strong for starters so it doesn't take much effort to knock the girl over. "Ugh, do these people always treat nobility this way?" Of course her title doesn't really mean much here. Her ears raise upwards at the screaming, just what she needs on top of everything else.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Across the street, there is a mob of another kind forming. Avira is extremely familiar with the phenomenon known as Black Friday. America was where she was really born-Black Friday's birthplace. In truth, she'd actually avoided shopping on this day because of the sheer hassle and danger involved in the pursuit. Prior to the day the world was shattered, Avira was a quiet and more introverted individual so the thought of plunging into a crowd of ravenous shoppers terrified her to the very core. Much had changed since then. Included in that change was a certain public appearance she had made the day prior. Specifically, she was asked to ride on a float in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade due to her (still valid? No longer applicable? hard to tell) status as Manhattan's Princess of Heart. It was fun. It was uplifting, gradually overturning the doubt that Maleficent had saddled with her a few months ago. Unfortunately, now people knew her face and her face was not an easy one to forget. Now she was being mobbed by people that wanted questions answered or pictures taken. This was nearly as terrifying as fighting Garland in hand to hand combat. Nearly. Part of her almost wishes she were doing that right now.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva was here shopping, she did not know what kind of nightmare it would be. She'd at least with help from Maira and likely Avira had something that didn't make her get mistaken for something off a TV show or lost from an amine con. She's pants, shoes, a sleeveless blue top and a white winter jacket on, also she's got a scarf about her neck. She's just been trying to keep going an she's starting to wonder about the savagery spawn by the greed of the locals here. she gives a look to Maira and then to Avira. "I have never seen such naked greed before." She seems out right horrified at the entire situation, she's bravely moving on into the hell that is this so called sale.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' People begin to flood downstairs from the escalators, several tripping and actually getting scarves and the like caught in them! Upstairs there is the sound of clanking, stuff being thrown around... and power tools? And beyond it all, above the din of people shouting there is a high feminine cackling, almost like a witch... or a black mage. People continue to pile over eachother from downstairs on the escalator to the second floor, if they're not helped people will just sort of bottleneck there and people will start to tumble over eachother! And is that a... suit and dress, complete with shoes and floating accessories coming walking by from the clothes department? they appear to be chasing customers as if they were actually filled with a body--ghosts or some kind of enchantment?? Someone does indeed hit a fire alarm at some point, admist what sounds like a roar coming from the upper floor, apparently where people were running away from, and the clanking of heavy, huge feet.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Amidst all this, Aerith managed to get in via the service entrance. Fortunately for her, it was unguarded, seeing as everyone was busy up front. The bad news? Once she got inside, the first thing she heard was absolute chaos, followed by a mad cackle. The clothes were alive. They were *moving*. They were just plain attacking people! "Yeah, time to do something." Aerith aimed for the suit, her materia flaring beneath the sleeves of her jacket, and let loose a sphere of flames. She'd pay for damages later, this had to be dealt with.

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' "Oh, quite your complaining! Look! My clothes are getting away!" Point! Rakassa glares as this lovely dress decides to chase some poor holiday shopper! "Yeeee-haaaw! Giddyup! Hi-hooooo Shopping!" Crack goes the riding crop! Out comes her bow and arrow, the Phoenix medallion thumping against her chest. "Leap on top of the stupid peasants if you have to!" Someone's planning on doing the Crowd-Wave. Twang! Off goes a freezing arrow to that lovely dress.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Besides the clanking that was heard from within the store, as a cybernetic being with three distinctly metal appendages, Queegmaa was making a bit of noise too, when his hands and knee collided with the hard floor. It wasn't extremely loud, because the fellow's total bodyweight was likely only about three hundred pounds or so, but if the internal echoes of clattering steel(or something similar) could be heard from afar, the chances were.... it was something /much/ bigger than Queegmaa, which was quite disturbing to him. The kappa didn't like the idea that something heavy was indoors, and since Rakassa was ruthless, the chances were, she wasn't about to allow some weird ED-209 wannabe to deter her from buying(or stealing in the confusion) the wares she wanted from Macy's-- that meant Queegmaa would have to actually do some /fighting/ of some kind. The sentiment turned his stomach. Que starts to charge after the dress his matron desired, as she fired arrows atop her 'siege tower', and in the meantime, he started to activate some of the programs in his system to boost his master's disposition!

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' Running in, Skoll is having some trouble getting through with so many people suddenly wanting /out/. Skoll is quick to get out of the way where possible, but it's hard to push through this wall of people. "People! Order! Don't trample anyone!" Skoll shouts over the screaming of people. There is little the werewolf can do to stop the people from hurting one-another and make it out safely. All he can do is get out of the way so he doesn't make things worse. He ends up jumping onto one of the nearby perfume counters, followed by breaking a few of them. His tail's fur soon stands on end, as the disgusting stench pervails itself to his nose. Even his hair rises, and tears appear in his eyes. "Ugh..." He grumbles and puts an arm in front of his mouth. He looks over the crowd, and that's when he truly spots the walking clothing. The horse riding towards them certainly helps. "People, leave in an orderly fashion!" Skoll shouts once again, making little handmotions! "One at a time! Don't push eachother! We will keep you safe!" He calls out. What is that rediculous person doing with the horse!? They're just making things worse!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' From her spot across the street, Avira can hear shouting and screaming...which was actually kind of normal for Black Friday shopping. She doesn't think anything of it until she sees people leaving the store in an exodus. The shrill screech of a fire alarm can be heard even from this distance once the doors are throw wide open. Avira frowns suddenly, kind of ruining a picture a curious man is trying to get of her. "Excuse me." she says abruptly, pushing through the crowd, "Pardon me! Coming through!" Getting in with these many people will no doubt be problematic. It'll take some time.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria manages to finally get in the store, only to have the mob now coming at her the other way. It takes her a moment to figure out why everyone's leaving. The clothes seemed to be moving on their own, that usually wasn't it normal. She also hears someone laughing as well, odds are that's who behind this. Of course she doesn't want to damage the clothes too much either, there might be something she might wants to try on later. She settles for weak magic for now.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Insert Maira being trampled, caught in a swam of people trying to get to the door, flailing wildly. "Hey! Stop that! I'm--urgh!" she shouts, before disappearing into the sea of people, lost in the undulating waves FOREVER! Okay, maybe for five minutes, but it seems like forever okay? After taking a heel to her back, Maira has had enough and channels air magic, using it to push the group of people away from her and out the doors as gently as possible. No lethal force or anything, but apparently its for their own good! Once the madness has cleared slightly, Maira spots the walking outfit, blinks, then looks to someone passing by. A face, a voice, she would never forget. "YOU!" she yells, then runs at Rakassa, aiming another focused burst of air in her direction!

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is now just left at a loss for words as thing have just gone even more crazy. Yet it's a form of crazy she can understand at the very lest. that is something for her she's already making preparations as she for an impending fight. Things are closer to home than she would expect. She was expecting to have to go to the upper levels? That is not to be as someone takes a shot at Maira and that's when everything goes to hell in a hand basket. She knows who this is and she calls out. "KNAVE! YOU WILL FALL BY MY HAND!" That's when the monk antics begin as she's already using her skills to get about people or even using them lightly a stepping stones oddly they would not feel much weight at all as she moves to close at Rakassa, she's one very unhappy silver haired lady!

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' The clothes get shredded by the various attacks and burned by Aerith's fire, a gruesome sight of several (assumedly) human looking figures running away on fire, but they aren't people but the strange enchanted clothing sets, before they finally are consumed and collapse. Several just plain stop moving due to the Lumeria's holy spells rained on them. This however does not stop very many from turning their attentions to the heroes and moving to try and envelope them! What kind of strange powers would enchanted clothes actually have?? But they're sure hostile now. Above the escalators there is a screeching of metal as something pulls itself into view from above. It appears like there is a couple of soft drink machines that have been pushed up against the upper landing, a soda, energy drink and even a V8 machine--until the square metal containers begin to rise and assume a vaguely humanoid shape. It's head gives off a roar of metal screetching and grinding within and the various machinery inside each machine seems to have been linked up somehow. Enter the Soda Machine Golem!

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' With her kappa steed being 'faithful', and even increasing her own abilities, she can concentrate on shooting. And more to the point, concentrate on avoiding a gust of wind! Digging a spurred heel into Que's back, she leaps upwards, carried higher by the air blast rather than being blasted off! "Well, well, well, why if it isn't my /FAVORITE/ little girl! So goood to see you again, sweethart~ Just couldn't stay away could you? But sorry, I'm after /other/ presents today." An arrow, glowing sickly green, is nocked and let loose towards Maira; horrible poisons dripping from its head. She lands neatly back upon Que's back. But there's falling dresses! Rakassa snatches some up as they fall, throwing them over Que. Glaring at the Soda-Golem, she shakes her head. "Curse you! YOU'RE RUINING MY STEALING SP...I MEAN LEGITIMATE MERCANTILE ACQUISITION SPREE" Cue more arrows towards the golem!

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' And then, Clothes. Whap! Rakassa is pelted by clothes, hanging on to Que for dear life!

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' 'Oh, well, this is a fantastic turn of events', thinks the kappa, who manages to somehow avoid employing an accent whilst ruminating inwardly. Now Queegmaa has a choice: possibly to be hurt by Maira and/or Minerva if he takes Rakassa's part, or get hurt by Rakassa if he doesn't obey. The fact was, though, that Rakassa could injure him a lot more than the other two, and, then there was that ability to cause his machinery to detonate if absolutely need be, thus, when accounting for the fact that at least half of him was mechanical, and that a lack of vital systems would be the result if he lost the support of his prosthesis, the proper course of action was clear.... Do as Rakassa wills him! Maybe he'll be fortunate and be sent to collect clothing, in spite of the fact that his master was now being bombarded by the malicious actions of another customer, instead of being utilized as a weapon of war.... which, ironically, was the exact thing Rakassa built him to be, -arguably- to his dismay. Can't he just scheme and pull people's strings from behind some curtain somewhere, like he's been doing up until now? Is that too much for which one might entreat? When Rakassa digs a spur into his side, he grimaces. Decidedly following Rakassa's lead, he attempts to call down a cascade of burning, acidic rain to corrode, and short-circuit the golem.... water and machinery usually doesn't mix! He does sigh, relieved, that his superior isn't going to make him battle Maira unless pressed!

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Well, that was something... And the sound of something else rising from the depths shows up. Well great, that's just what this place needed! A Transformer made of soda machines! The living clothing of course is not all that good, but what can you do about it? Aerith is ambushed by incoming, fully-dressed not-people, and she almost gets buried underneath them. That is, until she suddenly makes an attempt to break out with bolts of electricity in every direction. "This is why I hate shopping today!"

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' And speaking of pressing matters.... he gets attacked by living clothes, which he tries to shred with his claws to the best of his ability, provided they aren't the ones Rakassa wants.....

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' When Maira had woken up this morning, she hadn't said to herself "Gee, I think today is the day I'll burn down a Macy's" but that is very seriously in the cards right now. Maira glares at Rakassa as she's carried further into the air, riding...Queegmaa!?!?! Maira gapes. Had she captured him!? SHE MUST SAVE HIM! "I AM NOT A LITTLE GIRL!" she cries. Then, she throws off her sunglasses dramatically. This must mean she means business! ...Then she's shot in the arm with a poisoned arrow. "Oh come /on/," she grumbles, wincing from the pain and the sick feeling that washes over her. Gritting her teeth, Maira reaches up to try to snap the arrow off like a badass. Tug, tug, howl with pain... Nope. Plan B. Maira lights up the arm that was shot, burning the arrow to cinders in a flash of bright light. Oh, the sprinkler system. Its probably going to go off now for sure. "YOU have something that belongs to me, Rakassa! Get back here and FIGHT ME--" pause, look to Minerva, "FIGHT US!"

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria finds herself getting entangled by clothes as she tries to make her way through. She struggles to pull herself free, it's just fabric how can it hurt so much? She then notices the vending machines start to fuse together. Getting punched by that on the other hand might be a bit painful. She conjures some more magic to protect herself from danger and heal the lashing she got from the fabric.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Still outside, Avira is faced with a different problem. Getting in! With all these people, she simply couldn't shove them back with magic or brute force. Pushing through them wasn't exactly working either. In this situation, Avira apparently thinks the best course of action is go go up! Up she goes, kicking off a chained-down newspaper dispenser on the sidewalk to get some air. From there, she lands standing upon the shoulders of a heavy-set man. By the time he looks up, she's already gone, hopping along a sea of stable perches streaming out of the store. Neatly, she ducks down underneath the doorframe and emerges on the other side, hopping until she finds herself some sanctuary upon a raised plaform displaying store mannequins. "Finally!" she exclaims, smoothly withdrawing her weapon and with a well-practiced motion, swinging it to unleash a blast of air. This strike neatly shreds a circling, predatory-looking bathrobe with a gust of shimmery light. "ALRIGHT!" Avira booms, "WHO THE HECK IS RESPONSIBLE FOR MAKING THIS MESS ON /MY/ TURF! SHOW YOURSELF!"

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Rosemarie couldn't be asked to fight through the smothering, sometimes violence crowds of Black Friday. At the same time, she couldn't just foresake such sales altogether! As a businesswoman herself she has an eye for a good deal, and some of the fliers that made their way to Traverse Town were simply too appealing to ignore. And so, Rosemarie has made her way to Manhattan to take advantage of the sales--albeit in a disguise, for better or worse. Some recent trouble with the Church of Glabados has lead her to keep her head low. Thankfully, it's relatively easy to do so when you've got a few magical tricks up your sleeves. So today, Rosemarie is certainly not here. The raven-haired, wide hipped woman in a purple skirt-suit with vaguely elvish features is almost certainly not her. Even so, when she spots a familiar face--Queegmaa--she crinkles her nose and tries to put more of a crowd between the two of them. Except the crowd is rapidly moving /away/ from the store, which is certainly not how sales work. "Oh, bother," Rosemarie says with a sigh, resting her chin on her palm. And then she notices the Soda Golem and stares at it for a moment. "Well now /that/ one is interesting." She spots Skoll, trying to usher people away from the chaos. Hm, he seems like one to stay close to while she investigates further.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' "Avira!" Skoll shouts out when Avira suddenly appears at the entrance of the Macy's. He quickly points at Maira. "Maira needs help. I think that crazy lady poisoned her!" He warns the badass adventurer extrordinaire. The werewolf himself punctuates this by jumping off of the perfume stand's counter and darting straight for the moving Soda Machine. However, in the middle of it all he fails to catch some of the clothing coming his way. He tries to jump to the left to avoid one set, and then ends up leaping straight into a set of boxers with doggy-bone motif, and a large pink feathery boa! The werewolf stands there for a moment, stunned by the thing. "A hero's scarf must be red!" Skoll is slightly colorblind. "This is a hero's scarf!" He points forwards bravely. He hasn't noticed the boxers. He /does/ notice the machine of soda drinks. "Nobody likes V8!" Skoll roars, jumping into the air and then bringing his both hands outwards. Chains fly out from within his sleeves like magical snakes. It's a good thing this department store has a high ceiling. Without a moment of hesitation, he lets the chains magically wrap around his hands and tries to come down on the machine with his right fist - engulfed with flaming chains, and slam into it. He then leaps straight for the energy drink machine as well. "5 Hour Energy!? HAVE A CRASH!" And with his other fist, he tries to deliver an ice-charged fisting!

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is assailed by living clothing? Wait what? What foul witch craft is this? She has no idea she punches her way through but not without harm to herself and she's following Maira in after them. "Surrender or die in obscurity!" Minerva closes even as Maira's spell effects her, to say she's fired up would be an understatement. She does not care about shopping. Minerva closes in and her fists while unarmoured are clearly covered in ice up to the elbows. Which oddly does not impeded her own movement as she moves to strike at Rakassa followed by several jolting punches. Well if she can connect with them that is. She may very well get arrowed for her trouble.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' While the living clothes swarm over Maira and Aerith, they are left a little... different afterwards. Maira is suddenly standing there with a short flannel blouse, tied up around the midriff and daisy dukes after the attack of the random, assorted outfits--apparently having gotten themselves attached to her in the process. Rakassa is left in a cocktail dress and high heels after her apparent brush with the living outfits.Queeg mysteriously, is left with just a knitted beanie after the onslaught. Above as the people continue to flock away to safety, the soda machine golem ROARS as he discharges electrical energy from the machine's--no, his bodies combined mass, shooting out bolts of electricity, the head rearing up as he begins to fire bullets out of his maw--but those aren't just any sort of projectile, he's FIRING CANS OF SODA AND ENERGY DRINKS AT THE HEROES! They impact with display cases and pillars and shatter glass and explode, sending dangerous debris all around! Oh the humanity!

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith gets pelted by one soda can after another, and as well as she ducks and weaves between them, she can't quite avoid them all. With a grunt, she pulls her energy toward another materia, one that's a bit less aggressive. Perhaps it was time to do something different with this one. Spheres of pale blue appeared around her and Maira, and Skoll for good measure.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' In a sense, Rakassa had indeed captured Que.... but it had transpired years before, and... since then, he had belonged to her. His ambition to turn the tables was in the works, but he didn't foresee it reaching fruition for a long time in coming, so in the meanwhile, her bidding was his existence. Though, given how much she'd done, he'd gotten to the point where he practically welcomed the mental anguish that barraged him, since he believed quite fully that the world was a cruel place, and he was part of the problem. No better an opportunity existed to take revenge upon the world, and himself, than to be in the service of a soundrel like Rakassa, who gave him every opportunity to mutilate anything over which he could exert his influence; the realization dawned on Queegmaa far prior that no matter what he did, he was at the mercy of his creator, and the best way to vent was to give back what he received from the world that had spawned him, that forced him into it! The fact that Rakassa owned Que was obsolete, at the present point in time.... but he did tell Maira that once one went to Vector.... 'they never returned the same'. The electrical blast from the soda machine(one tendril happens to catch him), though, is more worriesome than the fact that he had to choose between his conscience and his loyalty to Rakassa, because not only does it electrocute him to the extent that it incinerates the beanie that was just placed on his head, but Que's internal wiring goes.... haywire, from the additional electrical signals it gets, causing him to electrify. This is where he ends up looking like Blanka from Street Fighter, except that he's not doing this intentionally! Spasming as his machinery starts to smoke, his body jerks involuntarily, as he's unable to retain control temporarily-- presumably, backup systems will kick in soon, but for now, he wasn't in a good state.... and what's worse, because Rakssa is atop of Queegmaa..... well.... who here knows math besides Rosemarie, who is an expert on economics? Here's an equation for you all: What is 2 + 2?

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Grin! Rakassa laughs as Maira is plugged with an arrow. "I don't think sooo..ahhh!" Suddenly the woman is given a makeover. Looking down at herself, she nods a little bit. A hand smacks her kappa steed right on the head-cap. "See? Wasn't this a great idea, my little pet?" Because that's totally what he is. It's then that she smells smoke, and as Que begins to jerk, Rakassa does her best to get out of dodge...and succeeds! "Oh, loyal servant, protecting me~" In comes Minerva's fist! Rakassa nimbly leaps off of Que, and onto the back of some poor shopper. She digs her heels into his back. "Sorrrry~ Blame yourself or God~" As she turns around, there's soda fired at her. A hand catches one! She pops the tab, and chugs it down, throwing the can at Maira! A flurry of more cans comes at her! Rakassa yells out a glorious battle cry! "RED BULL GIVES YOU WIIIIINGS!" As if suddenly an energy-drink fueled angel, Rakassa leaps, dodges, and aerially moves about atop the heads an shoulders of dirty shopper peasants to avoid delicious soft drink pain. Then, she charges forth, bringing blades to bear against the evil machine! They glow with dark magic as she cuts and stabs!

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria gets hit with the jagged sharpnel from several cans of soda. Not to mention it was broccoli-flavored. Who the hell makes broccoli-flavored soda? It even smells awful. She shudders a bit as her full anger is unleashed on the soda machine golem. Several orbs of holy energy are flung at the foul creature as she tries to prevent it from unleashing it's terrible flavors upon anyone else.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Suddenly, Maira gets swarmed but a tangle of clothes (raggamuffin!?). It is completely cartoonish and insane, just a mass of quickly moving clothes, flailing arms and dust cloud-and when it passes, Maira's outfit has been changed to shorts that can barely even be called shorts, and a top that doesn't even cover her midriff! Maira looks down at herself, blinking. Well, she's been in battle wearing less (see; nothing) but flannel!? "HEY! I wanted to be Ginger!" she says, shaking her fist after the cloud. Maira then turns back to Rakassa and Queegmaa, narrowing her eyes. "Don't worry Queegmaa! I'll rescue you! I won't let you suffer what she did to me!" she begins, igniting in flame. Goodbye short shorts. Goodbye flannel. Then, in the midst of her righteous rage, Maira takes a can of coke right to the back of the head, hard, and slumps over, losing consciousness.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Ignoring the gawking bystanders, Avira takes another leap, this time landing on the circular platform in the center of a clothing rack. The shouting and roaring from upstaids points her the right way to go-and go she does, hopping away onto the ascending armrest of the escalator. "'scuse me! Coming through!!!" she calls out, even as people try to flee down the up escalator. She pays them little attention, except to make sure that she doesn't whack any in the head with her drawn weapon. She emerges from the escalator with a blind leap at the soda machine golem only to find herself struck out of the air by a mysteriously powerful blast of filled soda cans. Irritated, she picks herself up out of a fizzy and foaming mess. "Sorry I'm late, guys, getting in this place was a nightmare." Drawing on her power here came easily since being here meant she was in close contact with the light in her heart that she'd parted with months ago. Her magic, though not commonly practiced in the mist-drawing form by natives here, works especially well as she summons a massive blast of icy wind, directed through her sword. Once it leaps forth, it weaves itself into the shape of a large, bounding wolf before crashing down upon the soda machine golem. "So who the hell is responsible?!" her eyes dart to Rakassa, "Is it YOU?"

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' Skoll makes for one of those beautiful backflips, arching his back and everything as the Soda Golem begins spewing out soda can after soda can. He ends up landing in a heroic pose, one fist forwards, the other back. "Maira! You okay over there?" He calls out back, and quickly glances towards Rakassa and Maira. It would appear that Rakassa has at least turned her own attention on the 'golem'. This is followed by the view of Maira suddenly getting taken by a can of coke in the face. That'll probably leave one heck of a red mark in the morning! The redhead is a friend of the werewolf. This grinds his gears! "Why you..." The werewolf's tail truly /puffs up/, and his ears rise sharply. Skoll even goes so far as to show his fangs. Skoll throws his hands out and grips at the chains, bringing and winding them together into the shape of a /way/ massive chain-made chain-sword. "Ready..." The werewolf calls out, followed by a violent spark of lightling ascending over its body, forming each link in the chain in its infinity pattern and lighting up the place. For a moment, it looks like the lightning might go out of control - let's be honest, Skoll has only just been practicing on this technique! "CHAIN!..." The werewolf puts one foot back and brings the massive sword back with him. The chains tremble and begin to shiver. "....RISER!..." The chain suddenly truly comes to life and begins to... run along its own shape like a chainsaw! Only the 'chainsaw' doesn't revolve 'around' anything. The chainsword IS the sword! Flashing with lightning. "Hiiiraaaaaaaaaaah!" The werewolf darts forwards, closing in straight behind Avira's ice wolf - and the moment the ice-wolf crashes down, the werewolf jumps over and lets the massive sword come down upon the soda-golem's position. "...REACTION!" And lightning expells itself along the full body of the weapon.

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Rosemarie continues to observe as things get increasingly chaotic. Between the two women hacking away at Queegmaa and his...rider, and the Soda Golem hurling V8, Red Bull, and other beverages at bystanders, Rosemarie decides it time that she take her leave. Right about the time that she does, a can of Canada Dry flies over her head, forcing Rose to duck to avoid it. Yes, that seems like a good sign to leave. How do people handle this kind of chaos just for a discount price?!

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' Pieces fly off the Soda Machine Golem, but it escapes relatively unscathed somehow--the inner workings apparently undamaged though given the onslaught by Avira, Skoll, Rakassa and co. It shakes the building with a heavy roar and belches black smoke--suddenly a huge fireball erupts from it's 'head' and ping pong's around the room, disappating as it travels from person to person. All the while electrical energy is arcing out from it's body as it begins to tromp down the stairs--thankfully the people stuck on the escalator have since been helped out and escaped. Woe unto you, little flesh beings!

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' When Maira calls out, proclaiming that she'll rescue Queegmaa, as sparks fly from him while he fights for reserve systems to take control briefly so that the normal ones can recalibrate themselves, his rickety steampunk body sputters, and finally, as a massive plume of sooty mist spews from an exhaust pipe, getting him back to being properly online, he grits his teeth, which are still lightly chattering from the shock. Rising to his feet, he growls at Maira, "Dun do me no favors!" he manages to bark, with only one or two malapropisms; before he points at Rakassa, "Ya kent save me.... I's her's fer life! She got me rigged so dat she owns me.... all ya kin do's ta d'stroy me, so dat's whatcha oughta duh!" He shakily turns on his heels, and begins to flee from the premesis, leaving behind his allies and enemies alike, once more showing how fainthearted he was, running whenever there was danger. Elbowing his way through the crowd, his mighty gears and mechanical-woodwork allows him to toss people in front of him aside like rag-dolls as he makes his cowardly escape. He doesn't have the courage to fight, and he doesn't have the courage to even allow someone to try to help him; all he wants to do is to resign himself to his accursed fate, and hope that nobody ever try to waste their time on bringing him redemption. The troll sees himself as having no hope, so he wasn't about to let someone show him true compassion, only so that he could have it ripped from him after becoming attached to it!

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Avira yells at Rakassa, and the woman 'hmph's! "/That/!? Hardly! Look how crude and inelegant it is! I wouldn't create that piece of junk!" Rakassa laughs as she watches Que's charade. "Oh, my. Seems I forgot to instill bravery in hi. Oh well. A little playing about in the brain and that can be fixed~" Then there's fire, and electricity. Rakassa is knocked neatly on her butt. Swords going flying, all she can do is take our her bow. "...Ow. Away, you wretch!" Twang twang goes the flurry of arrows.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Okay, it was time for a change of plans. That was Aerith's first thought after she shakily stood up from the mixture of fire and thunder she'd just gotten smacked around with. Aerith ended up falling to one knee again, breathing heavily. "I... hate... shopping today." She shunted some of her energies toward her healing materia, and began an attempt to recover at least some of what had been wrought...

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Apparently Avira is the first to get hit with the fireball which is why she seems to take the worst of it. Resentfully, as she picks herself up off the ground, she acknowledges that the creature probably aimed for her first. Digging through one of her leather utility pouches, she pulls a potion free and quickly drinks it. "Maira! Skoll! Minerva! Go after it, I'll catch up!" Avira says, volunteering to stay behind to...what exactly? Besides heal herself, at least, she wanted to keep an eye on someone. She wanted to keep an eye on Rakassa and Queegmaa, which Maira sought to rescue-only for Queegma to unhappily explain that Rakassa 'owned' him. A look of disgust overcomes her face as she turns to look at the Vectorian commander. "You are easily the most depraved person I have met." she says, her voice cold as steel.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria tries to block the fireball, but it still manages to make it thrugh her defenses. The soda machine certainly was putting up a fight. Still, she's not going to let it get in the way of bargains if she can help it. She wouldn't normally do this, but it was in her best interests to be targets other than her present. Large green sparkles surround the area around Lumeria as she tries to keep everyone standing.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Groaning, Maira regains consciousness only to wish she hadn't. The headache she has is extremely intense. "Unng..." she moans, eyes trying to focus. She can't even really consider that she's being attacked by clothes and a soda machine. Rakassa is /right there/. The woman who'd kidnapped her, tortured her, drained her of her magic to create a magictech knight and stolen the necklace given to her by an Esper himself. Right there, and she couldn't seem to touch her. Blinking through her tears she gets to her feet, the flames that surround her once more flaring to brilliance. She hears Queegmaa's words, her lips thinning in a line of determination. "I won't let her own you. She can't own you if she's dust," she replies, her voice humming with the magic she holds. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the day Maira blew up Macy's.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' "This is a dire foe!" Skoll declares as the chainsword comes down onto the golem and... loses its shape! The chains are sent scrawling every which way, and it takes the werewolf some times to reel the back in. In the meanwhile, he lands right in front of Maira, keeping the girl guarded as he whips his hands around to try and draw the chains back. "Maira, hang in there." Skoll calls back at the fiery redhead, casting her a tough knightly glance. This is immediately followed up by him throwing his chains forwards like a net, and letting them catch the fireball that is sent their way. He bounces the thing off and away from himself, and turns slowly as it continues to bounce around. Where is it... MAIRA! The werewolf quickly jumps in the way, arms wide, as the fireball looks to be going for Maira; not being able to draw in his chains in time, he takes the full brunt of the fiery fireball. Embers flicker past him and singe the werewolf. But he doesn't take even a single step back. "Friends don't leave anyone behind." He growls between his teeth, before glancing at Avira. Go after the thing? Skoll turns towards Maira and offers her a hand, with the fireball now no longer burning him. But the girl is already on it. The werewolf quickly brings his chains to bear. "I will protect the building!" He declares. He throws the chains outwards, and sends them chaining straight for the walls and ceiling, attempting to encapsulate the attack while yet going on the offensive at the same time! Some of the chains amidst the mass -- in fact, way too /big/ a mass to be coming from this one werewolf -- dive straight in for the soda machine and Rakassa, trying to stop them from going anywhere and attempting to bite into both by the use of flame and ice on their ends.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' After the attack, Lumeria's green light falls over Skoll's body, and the werewolf feels some of the burns calming down. He glances the girl's way, and gives her a firm nod of approval. It's the least he could do. But he can't lose his concentration right now. So all he manages to follow this up with is; "Thank you."

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Rakassa knocks an arrow, ready to plunge more into the evil machine. It's then that she feels powerful magic gathering. Turning about, her eyes go wide as chains wrap about her. Held aloft, she is at the mercy of consuming flames, that lovely little cocktail dress incinerated. Thud! She falls to the ground. The only thing protecting her modesty is the burnt remains of a few Tickle-Me-Corneo dolls. The necklace's string snaps, falling to the ground. Coughing, choking, she raises a single finger towards Maira and her friends. Then, she grins. "*hack*..N...not...bad little girl" Blackness engulfs her, a Dark Portal spiriting her away before she's in mortal danger!

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Things descend into madness at this point as she continues to come under assault from the pop machine golem. What the heck was it with strange magics? She could understand other worlds would have different styles of it but some of the things she'd seen defied all she knew of the arcane. She's just going to get to the point she's going to start punching things. She comes under assault an she's getting the stuffing kicked out of her she's beaten but Minerva is able to keep enduring it. She does wish she'd worn armour out at this point with how badly hurt she'd been. She's done enough to set up Maira and now she turns her attention on the Golem which she launches herself into the next burst of electrical energy is caught in Minerva's hand and she smirks. "I may not be a master of any but all the elements can and will answer my call." Minerva launchers herself again at the hulking machine into a brutal combo of attacks as she spins into it trying to knock it up for a moment before she'll slam this thing down with more punches then follow it up with a flaming punch.

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' The holy attack by Maira causes the Golem's frame to spark and machinery pops and seems to grind together inside. It's getting weaker! However, it is not done yet--the electrical energy from inside it's body sparking and arcing out at the heroes in an area around them, it's inner workings belching out another wave of fire that coats the intrepid heroes in a fine blanket of burning... monster energy drink? It is unclear!

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Again, Aerith was knocked back by another giant ball of fire. It was a wonder she stood at all, but stand she did. Barely. Her knees trembled as she tried to will herself to cast another spell... only to find herself unable to do it. Her body just protested too much. Aerith groaned as she slumped to the floor. Maybe a bit of a break would do her some good. Hopefully she wouldn't just fall asleep right there.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "I mean someone has to go after the golem instead of-" Too late. Maira's already nuking Rakassa. A small part of her grows a little annoyed since she wanted to take some revenge upon the woman that hurt her friend so. Maybe...some other time as the woman flees through a dark portal. Avira takes off after the creature, charging through the flames with a blast of air, despite the burns that suddenly crawl across her exposed skin. Unwilling to let t his thing burn the department store down, she unloads another massive round of ice magic. It's not just meant to attack the creature-more importantly, it's meant to counter the fires it has set all throughout the store.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira has moved beyond the point of return now. She is not stopping until this chaos is done. Rakassa is down, but Maira doesn't pay her any heed besides a long look of glowing eyes amidst flame and a pearlescent white aura. For a moment, she thinks about throwing herself after her, finish her off for good. Could she kill someone? Even someone like Rakassa? Surely, it would prevent her from doing more damage. It would protect the people she would surely hurt... No, she can't. Not even to Rakassa. The soda machine and whatever powered the thing was still on a rampage. The fire it blasts outward washes over Maira without any noticable effect, but she watches her friends get hurt once more and reacts without word or gesture--sorry, not screamed attack names here--and blasts the machine /again/ with another explosion of Holy, righteous flame.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria takes cover behind a clothing rack to avoid being burned. Better the clothes than her. She notices Aerith about to fall over, "No sleeping on the job." She casts more white magic, she was certainly get a workout in. The girl was starting to run out of energy herself, but she does her best to hide it.

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' Avira has seen Skoll battle many a time. She'll probably be able to tell that, for all of his protectiveness, there's still some kind of strange... distracted quality to his current battle technique. Like he's somewhere else partially. Still, no matter how 'distracted' he might be, there's no question to the power he brings in the form of the chains that are beginning the swarm the walls and ceiling and floor of the department store they find themselves in. With Rakassa down, Skoll turns his attention on the soda machine once more. But in his distracted state, it doesn't help him get away from its attack. The wave floods over his body, and he is sent reeling. The smell of burnt fur soon wafts off of his body. "/That's IT! I've had it with these mothergoosing golems in this mothergoosing department store!" The werewolf howls! He throws one hand sideways and grips a chain, breaking it loose and forming a massive chain sprear and... stabs it straight into the floor. He grips it with his other hand, and then lets out a violent roar. "UNLIMITED! HOWLING! CHAIN!" The werewolf calls out, followed by the ground beginning the tremble. Something is moving beneath the ground. The floor within the Macy's begin to shift and crack here and there. "INFINITE... CHAIN ANNIHILATOR!" This is followed by /enormous/ chain-made spears tearing from the floor and walls, attempting to impale the soda-machine right where it stands! And yes, the chains howl - for the wind is being forced through between the chain's links. They're just that rediculously fast.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' From somewhere, somehow.... perhaps a ventilation shaft, perhaps a gutter, or some tunnel somewhere, some anonymous entity invokes a particular effect designed to help mitigate, or eliminate some of the flame that was surely igniting the department, brought on by the assailing golem. From who it originated, none can be sure, but it resembles a skill used earlier in the fight, for anyone observant. Mayhap somebody is trying to get one more parting shot in, or perchance they are just trying to do their best to contribute to whatever was going on; whatever the case, a deluge of toxic hail and hydrogen tailspins from above, aimed at the hideous contraption constructed by whomever was responsible for this whole fiasco. It also will inevitably flood the floor, freezing and becoming slush almost upon contact, given that Avira has been hurling blizzard divinations up the wazoo.....

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is just having a hard time of it with this Golem, she's got a plan that should hopefully ruin this thing's day. He hands burst into flame with holy fire at this point blazing brightly she turns her attention at the thing even as she attempts to purge the burning energy drink off her. She lunges in at the Golem going for the head she tends to grab it and unleash the full charge of holy fire she's built up. She'll then flip back and rush the Golem once more as she hits it over and over again with her fist that are still charged with even more holy power before she backs off as she's got a feeling more ranged power is coming this way from her allies and others. "Is this normal for this world?!"

:'''[[Echo]] has posed:''' The poor golem sizzles and cracks as it's introduced to unlimited howling chainey prowess, then part of it's left arm breaks completely off thanks to Avira's icewolf bite, causing an entire soda machine to go sailing to floor and land with a crash--splitting floor tiles and sending stray cans of Redbull spinning over the floor. Coming to what might be it's 'knees' the strange frenzied magical creature prepares a final desperate act, a large source of heat energy begins to well up from it's center while electricity arcs out all around it in white hot bolts of energy!

:'''[[Skoll Ulfang]] has posed:''' "It's gonna blow!" Skoll immediately pulls the chain-spear out of the ground and rushes straight for the soda-machine of doom and jumps into the air, throwing the chain-spear down and letting it transform into a net of sorts on top of the thing. He just lands on top of it, slamming his fist into the thing to try and make it stop from exploding... when it well... DOES explode. A massive explosion rocks the place, and within moments, the werewolf is outside of the building, covered in soot. The werewolf lets out a cough, expelling a perfect circle of ash, and gives an annoyed stare at the somewhat broken looking building - chains keeping it upright just fine. "I am going to have nightmares about soda machines now..." He mumbles, and flops back over in the middle of the sidewalk, feather boa still making him look rather /dashing/.

:'''[[Lumeria]] has posed:''' Lumeria partly caught in the blast as she tries escape from the building as well. She needs a new outfit and some medical attention after that. "I don't know, I'm not from around here." She replies to Minerva. Ironically the person behind this was from the same world as her though.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' The explosion slammed over her, the blast wave and heat engulfing her. Surely she was done, right? Right? The smoke cleared... and there she was, a sphere of pale green light surrounding her. Apparently she had just enough in her left to defend herself against the final, desperate attack. Aerith's breathing was heavy, labored... but she was alive. Of course, now she had someone to thank for that, and she glanced toward the healer with a nod. "Thanks. That quite actually saved my life."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira gasps when she's hit with an arc of electricity, her body shaking with the force even as it blows her backward and out the front of the building with a host of others and no small amount of debris. She lands in the street with a groan, fairly sure the arm she'd landed on was broken /again/. "...Just...one day, could we not get attacked by something!?" she exclaims, turning to look around. First, she heals herself with a quick cure spell, then moves to find Avira through the cloud of smoke and dust. "Is everyone alright!?" she calls out.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' The weather inside is frightful but the fire is so delightful... In an effort to minimize the explosion as much as possible, Avira unloads further ice magic, though this particular spell seems to rely on the ice and water already present, forcing the acidic slush to jut u pward and corral the raging soda machine golem. It works, a little, but the force still blows out the storefront in a hail of debris, Red Bull, slush, and steamy fog. Looking quite crispy, the battered huntress stumbles out of the storefront into the street. "It'd be nice if Black Friday in Manhattan was left alone. Last year we had trouble too-" Avira is interrupted by cheering from the gawking crowd for the brave heroes (...and Rakassa) that took on the possessed clothing and golem.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' "All I know is, I'm not going out here without some body armor next time." She huffed and stood, feeling a bit better than before. "I think our shopping trip is ruined now... can we go home and sleep?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira walks up and hugs Avira gently. "I'm sorry Avira...huh what happened last year?" Maira looks to Aerith then. Shopping? Shopping! "Oh! My bags!" she cries, then starts limping back into the wreckage. She paid for that stuff, she's not leaving without it!

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira does miraculously find her bag, and a new outfit for the road. It just so happens to be a very lovely red prom dress. Its a little bit damaged, so they wouldn't be able to sell it anyway. Maira though, can sew, and figures she can fix it. More importantly, she returns to where Rakassa fell. There, on the floor, lay a necklace with an amber pendant, glimmering with reflected light. Smiling, she bends down and picks it up before again making her exit. Unexpected mission accomplished!

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith chuckled and watched Maira leave. At least she had her necklace back. Right now though, all she wanted to do was go home and have a siesta. Maybe she could hang out at VALKYRI HQ again before moving on. Deciding that was a good idea, she stood, her legs still shaky, and made her way out. Definitely time to go home.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is now leaving with Maira nd the rest she's had enough of this shopping thing, she really has had enough of it all she wants to get back home. Somewhere that is not infested with rabid shoppers, also phantom clothing and Golems made out of vending machines. The Monk is totally out of here.

Freya Crescent

2013-12-06T04:00:34Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Freya
|lastname=Crescent
|middlename=
|image=Freyanim2.gif
|imageoptions=200px
|age=21
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Female
|height=5'8"
|weight=A lady never tells
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Lancer
|hometown=Burmecia
|group=Lindblum Alliance
|occupation=Dragoon
|alignment=Wandering Forces
|themesong=
|quote="To be forgotten is worse than death."
|footer=I found Fratley again, but is it really him...?
}}

=Background=

Freya was born in the castle town of Burmecia, in the Burmecian Kingdom--her early years are not entirely detailed, and remain something one would need to consult her about. What is commonly known is she became a member of the Knighthood of the Dragoons there and was in the king's employ. At some point, possibly during her teenaged years, or even sooner, she became familiar with a certain other knight of the dragoons, one Iron tail Fratley. He was a celebrated member of his order, revered by his enemies and beloved by his colleagues and friends. However at some point he took up on a personal journey to gather information and prepare his people for war in years to come, one which he never returned from. Freya, fearing him lost or worse, forsook her duties to set out to find him, becoming persona non grata in her homeland.

=Personality=

Understood to be of noble blood, Freya was brought up with a royal's morals and sensibilities, and respectfulness. She is at heart a kind soul who believes in truth and justice, her banner and her land, though she is young enough yet to have not questioned the strengths and values of such things when put to the test, and she has many things yet to learn about the real world and people. She remained quite naive as early as her first few years of knighthood, already a woman in a world that demanded her focus and guardianship. She does not know yet how to master the emotions that seek to crush her, those of her grief over Fratley and loneliness. She has the capacity for coldness in the face of the enemy, her training there to tell her what must be done. She does not know where her seemingly doomed mission will bear her, and performs it out of service for her people... that and of course her lost friend.

=Abilities=

As a dragoon, and an accomplished one, Freya is host to a handful of skills secret to them alone, as well as several spell-like abilities, as well as the ability to leap great heights. This is a skill that might be commonly associated with her kind, who have powerful legs, but hers is due to her dragoon training. Her special abilities run the gamut of spear techniques that can flay an opponents magical energies, to calling upon winds of physical regeneration from patron dragon spirits. Her ingrained martial prowess and physical abilities allow her a limited flight by jumping in battle and casting her spear down like a javelin from the heavens.

=Friends, and others=

*[[Chita]]: You're a strange one, you know.

*[[Aerith]]: Looking forward to having dinner again, healer friend.

*[[Faruja_Senra|Faruja Senra]]: Who burned you, mouse?

{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
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Echo

2013-12-06T03:42:05Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Echo
|lastname=Lacroix
|middlename=
|image=Echoleafava.jpg
|imageoptions=200px
|age=20s
|species=Beast kin
|sex=Female
|height=5'6"
|weight=Under a buck fifty
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Close Quarters Wizardry (CQW)
|hometown=Treno
|group=N/A
|occupation=Magician
|alignment=Chaotic Awesome
|themesong=[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xjtxCdMyQ4 Type O Negative: Black No. 1]
|quote="Don't worry, you won't feel a thing!"
|footer=Target: Dark elf. Possibility: Slam Dunk. ETA: ASAP.
}}

=Background=

Imagine if you will, the town of Treno, the city that never sleeps. A small family serving a certain set of the nobility is something more than it seems, hiding a bloodline of trained assassins. The males deal in refinement of the art of the knife, poisons along with other technlogical advances. The females on the other hand carried with them mystical arts, passed down from grandmother to mother to daughter. They have their secrets, and keep them well.

Meet Echo. During her childhood she was passed down these secrets in the interest of keeping up the family business, which while not always apparent to her, was death. Early on she understood the workings of such as 'laundry' and was therefore convinced that being 'taken out out to dry' had a completely different meaning during her childhood.

Eventually, the young batgirl decided that she did not want to be coerced into continuing the family business as she neared adulthood, she wanted to make her own decisions, so she left home and wandered abroad. There was still a problem, however. The business was the only skill she knew, other than magic and even that ran only along the path of destruction. What was a girl to do! She then realized if there were things to be had, then she would have to use her skills to drag them out herself.

=Personality=

Having grown up in a somewhat privileged but strange household, Echo was not the most normal child. The family did well financially but they kept to themselves, more or less, sometimes out of necessity, other times well, who wanted to be around the creepy bat people who dressed in black and probably had people buried in their basement? As such, she grew up a good bit different, and her humor tends toward the black, sometimes even morbid. Her sense of detachment from things that would otherwise startle or bother other people can lead her to seeming manic even, as she's got a good bit more tolerant for matters dealing in death and danger, though she hadn't taken up full time work like the rest of her family.

For flaws she's a bit naive at times, having not seen too terribly much of the world yet, and she seems to think her magic can get her out of most scrapes, though she's only ever been in real trouble a few times so far. She might also have a dangerous false sense of security from this, thinking she's tougher than she actually is. As thus, she's sometimes careless, when dealing with other people as well, like in conversation. As long as no one is getting stabbed or shot it's not really a big deal, right?

As such, she's not quite as brutish or evil as some of her family members might have been, and she will never accept a job that harms a child. As long as she sticks to that in her mind, then she can live with the fact she will never be as bad as some people. Not only would she never harm a young person, she'd be liable to turn on allies if one was put in danger by them.

=Skills=

Her magical abilities are that of a black mage and she can cast various elemental destructive magic, her particular family gift also worked deadly poison into their magic arts, so even her directly damaging abilities can envenom someone.

As a bat beast kin, Echo is able to fly with the leathery wings attached to her back. This is however a mundane form of flight and is subject to her endurance so she can tire out. She also would have trouble carrying someone else and flying unless her strength was aided somehow.

She has an enhanced sense of hearing and limited echolocation, due to her ears, though this can be disrupted as it can be for normal bats by generating noise.

As an aside, she does and can bite people to drink blood, however this has to due to the breed of bats she comes from being hemotophagous (blood subsisting) so she's not a REAL vampire... YET. She can eat solid food to a degree, and also drinks things like water and other beverages.

=Acquaintances=

*[[Queegmaa]]: You're a mean one, Mr. Imp.

*[[Chita]]: All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you.

*[[Vespa]]: I'd say overcompensating, but you're a girl!

*[[Deelel]]: Alright, who turned off AVAST?

*[[Morrighan_Alazne|Morrighan Alazne]]: 5 Stars out of 5, would kidnap again!

*[[Avira]]: That's quite the massive ribbed knobby weapon you have there!

=Gallery=

[[File:EchoBlueCropt.jpg|thumb|left|Awesome pic done by [[Queegmaa]] player!]]

[[File:LfNd5QE.png|thumb|center|Official pic commissioned from [[Morrighan Alazne]]'s player.]]

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

File:Echoleafava.jpg

2013-12-06T03:41:29Z

Ruby69:

Echo

2013-12-05T20:39:25Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Echo
|lastname=Lacroix
|middlename=
|image=Echoava.jpg
|imageoptions=200px
|age=20s
|species=Beast kin
|sex=Female
|height=5'6"
|weight=Under a buck fifty
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Close Quarters Wizardry (CQW)
|hometown=Treno
|group=N/A
|occupation=Magician
|alignment=Chaotic Awesome
|themesong=[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xjtxCdMyQ4 Type O Negative: Black No. 1]
|quote="Don't worry, you won't feel a thing!"
|footer=Target: Dark elf. Possibility: Slam Dunk. ETA: ASAP.
}}

=Background=

Imagine if you will, the town of Treno, the city that never sleeps. A small family serving a certain set of the nobility is something more than it seems, hiding a bloodline of trained assassins. The males deal in refinement of the art of the knife, poisons along with other technlogical advances. The females on the other hand carried with them mystical arts, passed down from grandmother to mother to daughter. They have their secrets, and keep them well.

Meet Echo. During her childhood she was passed down these secrets in the interest of keeping up the family business, which while not always apparent to her, was death. Early on she understood the workings of such as 'laundry' and was therefore convinced that being 'taken out out to dry' had a completely different meaning during her childhood.

Eventually, the young batgirl decided that she did not want to be coerced into continuing the family business as she neared adulthood, she wanted to make her own decisions, so she left home and wandered abroad. There was still a problem, however. The business was the only skill she knew, other than magic and even that ran only along the path of destruction. What was a girl to do! She then realized if there were things to be had, then she would have to use her skills to drag them out herself.

=Personality=

Having grown up in a somewhat privileged but strange household, Echo was not the most normal child. The family did well financially but they kept to themselves, more or less, sometimes out of necessity, other times well, who wanted to be around the creepy bat people who dressed in black and probably had people buried in their basement? As such, she grew up a good bit different, and her humor tends toward the black, sometimes even morbid. Her sense of detachment from things that would otherwise startle or bother other people can lead her to seeming manic even, as she's got a good bit more tolerant for matters dealing in death and danger, though she hadn't taken up full time work like the rest of her family.

For flaws she's a bit naive at times, having not seen too terribly much of the world yet, and she seems to think her magic can get her out of most scrapes, though she's only ever been in real trouble a few times so far. She might also have a dangerous false sense of security from this, thinking she's tougher than she actually is. As thus, she's sometimes careless, when dealing with other people as well, like in conversation. As long as no one is getting stabbed or shot it's not really a big deal, right?

As such, she's not quite as brutish or evil as some of her family members might have been, and she will never accept a job that harms a child. As long as she sticks to that in her mind, then she can live with the fact she will never be as bad as some people. Not only would she never harm a young person, she'd be liable to turn on allies if one was put in danger by them.

=Skills=

Her magical abilities are that of a black mage and she can cast various elemental destructive magic, her particular family gift also worked deadly poison into their magic arts, so even her directly damaging abilities can envenom someone.

As a bat beast kin, Echo is able to fly with the leathery wings attached to her back. This is however a mundane form of flight and is subject to her endurance so she can tire out. She also would have trouble carrying someone else and flying unless her strength was aided somehow.

She has an enhanced sense of hearing and limited echolocation, due to her ears, though this can be disrupted as it can be for normal bats by generating noise.

As an aside, she does and can bite people to drink blood, however this has to due to the breed of bats she comes from being hemotophagous (blood subsisting) so she's not a REAL vampire... YET. She can eat solid food to a degree, and also drinks things like water and other beverages.

=Acquaintances=

*[[Queegmaa]]: You're a mean one, Mr. Imp.

*[[Chita]]: All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you.

*[[Vespa]]: I'd say overcompensating, but you're a girl!

*[[Deelel]]: Alright, who turned off AVAST?

*[[Morrighan_Alazne|Morrighan Alazne]]: 5 Stars out of 5, would kidnap again!

*[[Avira]]: That's quite the massive ribbed knobby weapon you have there!

=Gallery=

[[File:EchoBlueCropt.jpg|thumb|left|Awesome pic done by [[Queegmaa]] player!]]

[[File:LfNd5QE.png|thumb|center|Official pic commissioned from [[Morrighan Alazne]]'s player.]]

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

File:LfNd5QE.png

2013-12-05T20:33:27Z

Ruby69: Official commissioned artwork from Morrighan Alazne player!

Official commissioned artwork from Morrighan Alazne player!

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2013-12-05T20:27:48Z

Ruby69: Awesome sketch of Echo by Queegmaa player!

Awesome sketch of Echo by Queegmaa player!

Echo

2013-11-23T08:15:33Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Echo
|lastname=Lacroix
|middlename=
|image=Echoava.jpg
|imageoptions=200px
|age=20s
|species=Beast kin
|sex=Female
|height=5'6"
|weight=Under a buck fifty
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Close Quarters Wizardry (CQW)
|hometown=Treno
|group=N/A
|occupation=Magician
|alignment=Chaotic Awesome
|themesong=[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xjtxCdMyQ4 Type O Negative: Black No. 1]
|quote="Don't worry, you won't feel a thing!"
|footer=Target: Dark elf. Possibility: Slam Dunk. ETA: ASAP.
}}

=Background=

Imagine if you will, the town of Treno, the city that never sleeps. A small family serving a certain set of the nobility is something more than it seems, hiding a bloodline of trained assassins. The males deal in refinement of the art of the knife, poisons along with other technlogical advances. The females on the other hand carried with them mystical arts, passed down from grandmother to mother to daughter. They have their secrets, and keep them well.

Meet Echo. During her childhood she was passed down these secrets in the interest of keeping up the family business, which while not always apparent to her, was death. Early on she understood the workings of such as 'laundry' and was therefore convinced that being 'taken out out to dry' had a completely different meaning during her childhood.

Eventually, the young batgirl decided that she did not want to be coerced into continuing the family business as she neared adulthood, she wanted to make her own decisions, so she left home and wandered abroad. There was still a problem, however. The business was the only skill she knew, other than magic and even that ran only along the path of destruction. What was a girl to do! She then realized if there were things to be had, then she would have to use her skills to drag them out herself.

=Personality=

Having grown up in a somewhat privileged but strange household, Echo was not the most normal child. The family did well financially but they kept to themselves, more or less, sometimes out of necessity, other times well, who wanted to be around the creepy bat people who dressed in black and probably had people buried in their basement? As such, she grew up a good bit different, and her humor tends toward the black, sometimes even morbid. Her sense of detachment from things that would otherwise startle or bother other people can lead her to seeming manic even, as she's got a good bit more tolerant for matters dealing in death and danger, though she hadn't taken up full time work like the rest of her family.

For flaws she's a bit naive at times, having not seen too terribly much of the world yet, and she seems to think her magic can get her out of most scrapes, though she's only ever been in real trouble a few times so far. She might also have a dangerous false sense of security from this, thinking she's tougher than she actually is. As thus, she's sometimes careless, when dealing with other people as well, like in conversation. As long as no one is getting stabbed or shot it's not really a big deal, right?

As such, she's not quite as brutish or evil as some of her family members might have been, and she will never accept a job that harms a child. As long as she sticks to that in her mind, then she can live with the fact she will never be as bad as some people. Not only would she never harm a young person, she'd be liable to turn on allies if one was put in danger by them.

=Skills=

Her magical abilities are that of a black mage and she can cast various elemental destructive magic, her particular family gift also worked deadly poison into their magic arts, so even her directly damaging abilities can envenom someone.

As a bat beast kin, Echo is able to fly with the leathery wings attached to her back. This is however a mundane form of flight and is subject to her endurance so she can tire out. She also would have trouble carrying someone else and flying unless her strength was aided somehow.

She has an enhanced sense of hearing and limited echolocation, due to her ears, though this can be disrupted as it can be for normal bats by generating noise.

As an aside, she does and can bite people to drink blood, however this has to due to the breed of bats she comes from being hemotophagous (blood subsisting) so she's not a REAL vampire... YET. She can eat solid food to a degree, and also drinks things like water and other beverages.

=Acquaintances=

*[[Queegmaa]]: You're a mean one, Mr. Imp.

*[[Chita]]: All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you.

*[[Vespa]]: That thing puts dwarves to shame, you know.

*[[Deelel]]: Alright, who turned off AVAST?

*[[Morrighan_Alazne|Morrighan Alazne]]: Will the hart set a trap for the hunter?

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

Echo

2013-11-23T08:11:48Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Echo
|lastname=Lacroix
|middlename=
|image=Echoava.jpg
|imageoptions=200px
|age=20s
|species=Beast kin
|sex=Female
|height=5'6"
|weight=Under a buck fifty
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Close Quarters Wizardry (CQW)
|hometown=Treno
|group=N/A
|occupation=Magician
|alignment=Chaotic Awesome
|themesong=Type O Negative: Black No. 1
|quote="Don't worry, you won't feel a thing!"
|footer=Target: Dark elf. Possibility: Slam Dunk. ETA: ASAP.
}}

=Background=

Imagine if you will, the town of Treno, the city that never sleeps. A small family serving a certain set of the nobility is something more than it seems, hiding a bloodline of trained assassins. The males deal in refinement of the art of the knife, poisons along with other technlogical advances. The females on the other hand carried with them mystical arts, passed down from grandmother to mother to daughter. They have their secrets, and keep them well.

Meet Echo. During her childhood she was passed down these secrets in the interest of keeping up the family business, which while not always apparent to her, was death. Early on she understood the workings of such as 'laundry' and was therefore convinced that being 'taken out out to dry' had a completely different meaning during her childhood.

Eventually, the young batgirl decided that she did not want to be coerced into continuing the family business as she neared adulthood, she wanted to make her own decisions, so she left home and wandered abroad. There was still a problem, however. The business was the only skill she knew, other than magic and even that ran only along the path of destruction. What was a girl to do! She then realized if there were things to be had, then she would have to use her skills to drag them out herself.

=Personality=

Having grown up in a somewhat privileged but strange household, Echo was not the most normal child. The family did well financially but they kept to themselves, more or less, sometimes out of necessity, other times well, who wanted to be around the creepy bat people who dressed in black and probably had people buried in their basement? As such, she grew up a good bit different, and her humor tends toward the black, sometimes even morbid. Her sense of detachment from things that would otherwise startle or bother other people can lead her to seeming manic even, as she's got a good bit more tolerant for matters dealing in death and danger, though she hadn't taken up full time work like the rest of her family.

For flaws she's a bit naive at times, having not seen too terribly much of the world yet, and she seems to think her magic can get her out of most scrapes, though she's only ever been in real trouble a few times so far. She might also have a dangerous false sense of security from this, thinking she's tougher than she actually is. As thus, she's sometimes careless, when dealing with other people as well, like in conversation. As long as no one is getting stabbed or shot it's not really a big deal, right?

As such, she's not quite as brutish or evil as some of her family members might have been, and she will never accept a job that harms a child. As long as she sticks to that in her mind, then she can live with the fact she will never be as bad as some people. Not only would she never harm a young person, she'd be liable to turn on allies if one was put in danger by them.

=Skills=

Her magical abilities are that of a black mage and she can cast various elemental destructive magic, her particular family gift also worked deadly poison into their magic arts, so even her directly damaging abilities can envenom someone.

As a bat beast kin, Echo is able to fly with the leathery wings attached to her back. This is however a mundane form of flight and is subject to her endurance so she can tire out. She also would have trouble carrying someone else and flying unless her strength was aided somehow.

She has an enhanced sense of hearing and limited echolocation, due to her ears, though this can be disrupted as it can be for normal bats by generating noise.

As an aside, she does and can bite people to drink blood, however this has to due to the breed of bats she comes from being hemotophagous (blood subsisting) so she's not a REAL vampire... YET. She can eat solid food to a degree, and also drinks things like water and other beverages.

=Acquaintances=

*[[Queegmaa]]: You're a mean one, Mr. Imp.

*[[Chita]]: All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you.

*[[Vespa]]: That thing puts dwarves to shame, you know.

*[[Deelel]]: Alright, who turned off AVAST?

*[[Morrighan_Alazne|Morrighan Alazne]]: Will the hart set a trap for the hunter?

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

Echo

2013-11-23T08:11:16Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Echo
|lastname=Lacroix
|middlename=
|image=Echoava.jpg
|imageoptions=200px
|age=20s
|species=Beast kin
|sex=Female
|height=5'6"
|weight=Under a buck fifty
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Close Qaurters Wizardry (CQW)
|hometown=Treno
|group=N/A
|occupation=Magician
|alignment=Chaotic Awesome
|themesong=Type O Negative: Black No. 1
|quote="Don't worry, you won't feel a thing!"
|footer=Target: Dark elf. Possibility: Slam Dunk. ETA: ASAP.
}}

=Background=

Imagine if you will, the town of Treno, the city that never sleeps. A small family serving a certain set of the nobility is something more than it seems, hiding a bloodline of trained assassins. The males deal in refinement of the art of the knife, poisons along with other technlogical advances. The females on the other hand carried with them mystical arts, passed down from grandmother to mother to daughter. They have their secrets, and keep them well.

Meet Echo. During her childhood she was passed down these secrets in the interest of keeping up the family business, which while not always apparent to her, was death. Early on she understood the workings of such as 'laundry' and was therefore convinced that being 'taken out out to dry' had a completely different meaning during her childhood.

Eventually, the young batgirl decided that she did not want to be coerced into continuing the family business as she neared adulthood, she wanted to make her own decisions, so she left home and wandered abroad. There was still a problem, however. The business was the only skill she knew, other than magic and even that ran only along the path of destruction. What was a girl to do! She then realized if there were things to be had, then she would have to use her skills to drag them out herself.

=Personality=

Having grown up in a somewhat privileged but strange household, Echo was not the most normal child. The family did well financially but they kept to themselves, more or less, sometimes out of necessity, other times well, who wanted to be around the creepy bat people who dressed in black and probably had people buried in their basement? As such, she grew up a good bit different, and her humor tends toward the black, sometimes even morbid. Her sense of detachment from things that would otherwise startle or bother other people can lead her to seeming manic even, as she's got a good bit more tolerant for matters dealing in death and danger, though she hadn't taken up full time work like the rest of her family.

For flaws she's a bit naive at times, having not seen too terribly much of the world yet, and she seems to think her magic can get her out of most scrapes, though she's only ever been in real trouble a few times so far. She might also have a dangerous false sense of security from this, thinking she's tougher than she actually is. As thus, she's sometimes careless, when dealing with other people as well, like in conversation. As long as no one is getting stabbed or shot it's not really a big deal, right?

As such, she's not quite as brutish or evil as some of her family members might have been, and she will never accept a job that harms a child. As long as she sticks to that in her mind, then she can live with the fact she will never be as bad as some people. Not only would she never harm a young person, she'd be liable to turn on allies if one was put in danger by them.

=Skills=

Her magical abilities are that of a black mage and she can cast various elemental destructive magic, her particular family gift also worked deadly poison into their magic arts, so even her directly damaging abilities can envenom someone.

As a bat beast kin, Echo is able to fly with the leathery wings attached to her back. This is however a mundane form of flight and is subject to her endurance so she can tire out. She also would have trouble carrying someone else and flying unless her strength was aided somehow.

She has an enhanced sense of hearing and limited echolocation, due to her ears, though this can be disrupted as it can be for normal bats by generating noise.

As an aside, she does and can bite people to drink blood, however this has to due to the breed of bats she comes from being hemotophagous (blood subsisting) so she's not a REAL vampire... YET. She can eat solid food to a degree, and also drinks things like water and other beverages.

=Acquaintances=

*[[Queegmaa]]: You're a mean one, Mr. Imp.

*[[Chita]]: All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you.

*[[Vespa]]: That thing puts dwarves to shame, you know.

*[[Deelel]]: Alright, who turned off AVAST?

*[[Morrighan_Alazne|Morrighan Alazne]]: Will the hart set a trap for the hunter?

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

Echo

2013-11-23T08:09:10Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Echo
|lastname=Lacroix
|middlename=
|image=Echoava.jpg
|imageoptions=200px
|age=20s
|species=Beast kin
|sex=Female
|height=5'6"
|weight=Under a buck fifty
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Classy Evil
|hometown=Treno
|group=N/A
|occupation=Magician
|alignment=Chaotic Awesome
|themesong=Type O Negative: Black No. 1
|quote="Don't worry, you won't feel a thing!"
|footer=Target: Dark elf. Possibility: Slam Dunk. ETA: ASAP.
}}

=Background=

Imagine if you will, the town of Treno, the city that never sleeps. A small family serving a certain set of the nobility is something more than it seems, hiding a bloodline of trained assassins. The males deal in refinement of the art of the knife, poisons along with other technlogical advances. The females on the other hand carried with them mystical arts, passed down from grandmother to mother to daughter. They have their secrets, and keep them well.

Meet Echo. During her childhood she was passed down these secrets in the interest of keeping up the family business, which while not always apparent to her, was death. Early on she understood the workings of such as 'laundry' and was therefore convinced that being 'taken out out to dry' had a completely different meaning during her childhood.

Eventually, the young batgirl decided that she did not want to be coerced into continuing the family business as she neared adulthood, she wanted to make her own decisions, so she left home and wandered abroad. There was still a problem, however. The business was the only skill she knew, other than magic and even that ran only along the path of destruction. What was a girl to do! She then realized if there were things to be had, then she would have to use her skills to drag them out herself.

=Personality=

Having grown up in a somewhat privileged but strange household, Echo was not the most normal child. The family did well financially but they kept to themselves, more or less, sometimes out of necessity, other times well, who wanted to be around the creepy bat people who dressed in black and probably had people buried in their basement? As such, she grew up a good bit different, and her humor tends toward the black, sometimes even morbid. Her sense of detachment from things that would otherwise startle or bother other people can lead her to seeming manic even, as she's got a good bit more tolerant for matters dealing in death and danger, though she hadn't taken up full time work like the rest of her family.

For flaws she's a bit naive at times, having not seen too terribly much of the world yet, and she seems to think her magic can get her out of most scrapes, though she's only ever been in real trouble a few times so far. She might also have a dangerous false sense of security from this, thinking she's tougher than she actually is. As thus, she's sometimes careless, when dealing with other people as well, like in conversation. As long as no one is getting stabbed or shot it's not really a big deal, right?

As such, she's not quite as brutish or evil as some of her family members might have been, and she will never accept a job that harms a child. As long as she sticks to that in her mind, then she can live with the fact she will never be as bad as some people. Not only would she never harm a young person, she'd be liable to turn on allies if one was put in danger by them.

=Skills=

Her magical abilities are that of a black mage and she can cast various elemental destructive magic, her particular family gift also worked deadly poison into their magic arts, so even her directly damaging abilities can envenom someone.

As a bat beast kin, Echo is able to fly with the leathery wings attached to her back. This is however a mundane form of flight and is subject to her endurance so she can tire out. She also would have trouble carrying someone else and flying unless her strength was aided somehow.

She has an enhanced sense of hearing and limited echolocation, due to her ears, though this can be disrupted as it can be for normal bats by generating noise.

As an aside, she does and can bite people to drink blood, however this has to due to the breed of bats she comes from being hemotophagous (blood subsisting) so she's not a REAL vampire... YET. She can eat solid food to a degree, and also drinks things like water and other beverages.

=Acquaintances=

*[[Queegmaa]]: You're a mean one, Mr. Imp.

*[[Chita]]: All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you.

*[[Vespa]]: That thing puts dwarves to shame, you know.

*[[Deelel]]: Alright, who turned off AVAST?

*[[Morrighan_Alazne|Morrighan Alazne]]: Will the hart set a trap for the hunter?

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

Echo

2013-11-22T04:30:06Z

Ruby69:

Echo

2013-11-22T04:22:58Z

Ruby69: Created page with "{{Character Infobox |firstname=Echo |lastname=Lacroix |middlename= |image=Echoava.jpg |imageoptions=200px |age=20s |species=Beast kin |sex=Female |height=5'6" |weight=Under a ..."

File:Echoava.jpg

2013-11-22T02:12:08Z

Ruby69: Avatarized version of WIP drawing by Morrighan

Avatarized version of WIP drawing by Morrighan

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2013-11-08T21:34:25Z

Ruby69: Biopic with animation!

Biopic with animation!

Freya Crescent

2013-10-27T22:18:12Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Freya
|lastname=Crescent
|middlename=
|image=Freyasprite.png
|imageoptions=200px
|age=21
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Female
|height=5'8"
|weight=A lady never tells
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Lancer
|hometown=Burmecia
|group=Lindblum Alliance
|occupation=Dragoon
|alignment=Wandering Forces
|themesong=
|quote="To be forgotten is worse than death."
|footer=I found Fratley again, but is it really him...?
}}

=Background=

Freya was born in the castle town of Burmecia, in the Burmecian Kingdom--her early years are not entirely detailed, and remain something one would need to consult her about. What is commonly known is she became a member of the Knighthood of the Dragoons there and was in the king's employ. At some point, possibly during her teenaged years, or even sooner, she became familiar with a certain other knight of the dragoons, one Iron tail Fratley. He was a celebrated member of his order, revered by his enemies and beloved by his colleagues and friends. However at some point he took up on a personal journey to gather information and prepare his people for war in years to come, one which he never returned from. Freya, fearing him lost or worse, forsook her duties to set out to find him, becoming persona non grata in her homeland.

=Personality=

Understood to be of noble blood, Freya was brought up with a royal's morals and sensibilities, and respectfulness. She is at heart a kind soul who believes in truth and justice, her banner and her land, though she is young enough yet to have not questioned the strengths and values of such things when put to the test, and she has many things yet to learn about the real world and people. She remained quite naive as early as her first few years of knighthood, already a woman in a world that demanded her focus and guardianship. She does not know yet how to master the emotions that seek to crush her, those of her grief over Fratley and loneliness. She has the capacity for coldness in the face of the enemy, her training there to tell her what must be done. She does not know where her seemingly doomed mission will bear her, and performs it out of service for her people... that and of course her lost friend.

=Abilities=

As a dragoon, and an accomplished one, Freya is host to a handful of skills secret to them alone, as well as several spell-like abilities, as well as the ability to leap great heights. This is a skill that might be commonly associated with her kind, who have powerful legs, but hers is due to her dragoon training. Her special abilities run the gamut of spear techniques that can flay an opponents magical energies, to calling upon winds of physical regeneration from patron dragon spirits. Her ingrained martial prowess and physical abilities allow her a limited flight by jumping in battle and casting her spear down like a javelin from the heavens.

=Friends, and others=

*[[Chita]] You're a strange one, you know.

*[[Faruja_Senra|Faruja Senra]] Nice to meet another Burmecian around, but..

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

Freya Crescent

2013-10-27T08:08:34Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Freya
|lastname=Crescent
|middlename=
|image=[[File:Freyasprite.png]]
|age=21
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Female
|height=5'8"
|weight=A lady never tells
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Lancer
|hometown=Burmecia
|group=Lindblum Alliance
|occupation=Dragoon
|alignment=Wandering Forces
|themesong=
|quote="To be forgotten is worse than death."
|footer=I found Fratley again, but is it really him...?
}}

=Background=

Freya was born in the castle town of Burmecia, in the Burmecian Kingdom--her early years are not entirely detailed, and remain something one would need to consult her about. What is commonly known is she became a member of the Knighthood of the Dragoons there and was in the king's employ. At some point, possibly during her teenaged years, or even sooner, she became familiar with a certain other knight of the dragoons, one Iron tail Fratley. He was a celebrated member of his order, revered by his enemies and beloved by his colleagues and friends. However at some point he took up on a personal journey to gather information and prepare his people for war in years to come, one which he never returned from. Freya, fearing him lost or worse, forsook her duties to set out to find him, becoming persona non grata in her homeland.

=Abilities=

As a dragoon, and an accomplished one, Freya is host to a handful of skills secret to them alone, as well as several spell-like abilities, as well as the ability to leap great heights. This is a skill that might be commonly associated with her kind, who have powerful legs, but hers is due to her dragoon training. Her special abilities run the gamut of spear techniques that can flay an opponents magical energies, to calling upon winds of physical regeneration from patron dragon spirits. Her ingrained martial prowess and physical abilities allow her a limited flight by jumping in battle and casting her spear down like a javelin from the heavens.

=Friends, and others=

*[[Chita]] You're a strange one, you know.

*[[Faruja_Senra|Faruja Senra]] Nice to meet another Burmecian around, but..

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

Freya Crescent

2013-10-27T07:55:47Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Freya
|lastname=Crescent
|middlename=
|image=[[File:Freyasprite.png]]
|age=21
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Female
|height=5'8"
|weight=A lady never tells
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=
|hometown=Burmecia
|group=
|occupation=Dragoon
|alignment=Wandering Forces
|themesong=
|quote="To be forgotten is worse than death."
|footer=I found Fratley again, but is it really him...?
}}

=Background=

Freya was born in the castle town of Burmecia, in the Burmecian Kingdom--her early years are not entirely detailed, and remain something one would need to consult her about. What is commonly known is she became a member of the Knighthood of the Dragoons there and was in the king's employ. At some point, possibly during her teenaged years, or even sooner, she became familiar with a certain other knight of the dragoons, one Iron tail Fratley. He was a celebrated member of his order, revered by his enemies and beloved by his colleagues and friends. However at some point he took up on a personal journey to gather information and prepare his people for war in years to come, one which he never returned from. Freya, fearing him lost or worse, forsook her duties to set out to find him, becoming persona non grata in her homeland.

=Abilities=

As a dragoon, and an accomplished one, Freya is host to a handful of skills secret to them alone, as well as several spell-like abilities, as well as the ability to leap great heights. This is a skill that might be commonly associated with her kind, who have powerful legs, but hers is due to her dragoon training. Her special abilities run the gamut of spear techniques that can flay an opponents magical energies, to calling upon winds of physical regeneration from patron dragon spirits. Her ingrained martial prowess and physical abilities allow her a limited flight by jumping in battle and casting her spear down like a javelin from the heavens.

=Friends, and others=

*[[Chita]] You're a strange one, you know.

*[[Faruja_Senra]] Nice to meet another Burmecian around, but..

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

Freya Crescent

2013-10-27T07:42:35Z

Ruby69:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Freya
|lastname=Crescent
|middlename=
|image=[[File:Freyasprite.png]]
|age=21
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Female
|height=5'8"
|weight=a lady never tells
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=
|hometown=Burmecia
|group=
|occupation=Dragoon
|alignment=Good
|themesong=
|quote="To be forgotten is worse than death."
|footer=
}}

=Background=

Freya was born in the castle town of Burmecia, in the Burmecian Kingdom--her early years are not entirely detailed, and remain something one would need to consult her about. What is commonly known is she became a member of the Knighthood of the Dragoons there and was in the king's employ. At some point, possibly during her teenaged years, or even sooner, she became familiar with a certain other knight of the dragoons, one Iron tail Fratley. He was a celebrated member of his order, revered by his enemies and beloved by his colleagues and friends. However at some point he took up on a personal journey to gather information and prepare his people for war in years to come, one which he never returned from. Freya, fearing him lost or worse, forsook her duties to set out to find him, becoming persona non grata in her homeland.

=Abilities=

As a dragoon, and an accomplished one, Freya is host to a handful of skills secret to them alone, as well as several spell-like abilities, as well as the ability to leap great heights. This is a skill that might be commonly associated with her kind, who have powerful legs, but hers is due to her dragoon training. Her special abilities run the gamut of spear techniques that can flay an opponents magical energies, to calling upon winds of physical regeneration from patron dragon spirits. Her ingrained martial prowess and physical abilities allow her a limited flight by jumping in battle and casting her spear down like a javelin from the heavens.

=Friends, and others=

*[[Chita]] You're a strange one, you know.

*[[Faruja_Senra]] Nice to meet another Burmecian around, but..

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

Freya Crescent

2013-10-27T07:24:34Z

Ruby69: Created page with "{{Character Infobox |firstname=Freya |lastname=Crescent |middlename= |image=Freyasprite.png |imageoptions= |caption= |age=21 |species=Burmecian |sex=Female |height=5'8" |weigh..."

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Freya
|lastname=Crescent
|middlename=
|image=Freyasprite.png
|imageoptions=
|caption=
|age=21
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Female
|height=5'8"
|weight=a lady never tells
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=
|hometown=Burmecia
|group=
|occupation=Dragoon
|alignment=Good
|themesong=
|quote="To be forgotten is worse than death."
|footer=
}}

=Background=

Freya was born in the castle town of Burmecia, in the Burmecian Kingdom--her early years are not entirely detailed, and remain something one would need to consult her about. What is commonly known is she became a member of the Knighthood of the Dragoons there and was in the king's employ. At some point, possibly during her teenaged years, or even sooner, she became familiar with a certain other knight of the dragoons, one Iron tail Fratley. He was a celebrated member of his order, revered by his enemies and beloved by his colleagues and friends. However at some point he took up on a personal journey to gather information and prepare his people for war in years to come, one which he never returned from. Freya, fearing him lost or worse, forsook her duties to set out to find him, becoming persona non grata in her homeland.

=Abilities=

As a dragoon, and an accomplished one, Freya is host to a handful of skills secret to them alone, as well as several spell-like abilities, as well as the ability to leap great heights. This is a skill that might be commonly associated with her kind, who have powerful legs, but hers is due to her dragoon training. Her special abilities run the gamut of spear techniques that can flay an opponents magical energies, to calling upon winds of physical regeneration from patron dragon spirits. Her ingrained martial prowess and physical abilities allow her a limited flight by jumping in battle and casting her spear down like a javelin from the heavens.

=Friends, and others=

*[[Chita]] You're a strange one, you know.

*[[Faruja_Senra]] Nice to meet another Burmecian around, but..

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= Cutscenes =
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2013-10-27T07:02:51Z

Ruby69: Ruby69 uploaded a new version of "File:Freyasprite.png": Added a cleaner version. Credit goes to my friend Confoundingroar at jacklordproductions @ gmail.com

Sprite my friend made quickly, it is quite neato.