You could do that for extra credit? It would certainly be an entertaining read.
Well who needs legs when they have wheelchairs? And I am double jointed in quite a few places so as long as I can breath we should be just fine....
You, my lovely. I need something from you. Involving words and pretty pictures of your character.
EDIT BECAUSE COUGH COUGH Kara will go big Game Hunting Bryce with go on the other, less cool mission.
Bryce didn't feel inclined to say anything, as no comment in particular was directed towards him. He did however, nod politely after the invitation to enter was extended towards all of them, and began to walk up the steps. He could have removed his helmet, and participated in conversation yes, but that would require a desire to socialize, which felt nonexistent at this point in time. Nevertheless, he knew he would have to talk to someone at some point, and he prepared himself for that dreaded moment. He wasn't looking for friends here. He was looking for a chance to redeem himself in the eyes of his family. Friends were low on his list of priorities. As he passed by the doors, nodding towards the two who had identified themselves as family and leaders, he turned his gaze forward. Towards the future, he hoped. Kara remained in the shadows. So, they were all there for the sole purpose of adventuring. What exactly was adventuring, anyway? All that came to her mind was the old guard in the square who always complained about fighting bears and giant cats until he got shot in the knee with an arrow. While Kara had to admit that the injury sounded painful, she also had to admit that fighting bears and searching for treasure didn't exactly seem like the type of higher calling she was looking for in life. It ranked a little above getting married and having children, but not much farther above. Maybe, after everyone else went in, she would sneak inside. Maybe there was something cool to steal. Or a good story to hear. Hell, maybe she would do it just to sate her curiosity. Maybe.
Those that want to be in your life will make the effort. Those that don't are clearly missing out, but probably not.
Kala squeaked and dropped to the ground, hands over her head as the the sound of a very very very big gun echoed through the air. That hurt. Looking up, she realized the tower wasn't really a tower, but the origin of the very very very big gun sound, making it the very very very big gun. "Well damn." She swore, staring up with wide eyes. That could do some damage. Slowly getting up and brushing off her knees, she hesitated. It might be smarter to get away from the gun tower, rather then towards it. But a niggling voice in the back of her mind went on and on about gophers, and shade, and the fact that the laser couldn't possibly be pointed at someone as insignificant as her. So onward she went, until she reached the cold...stone? wall. Kind of an interesting material, this stuff. She pressed her hand to it, marveling at how cold it felt, despite the sun. She looked left, and then right. There were no doors, but...Gopher! Kala turned, and like so many fox before her, pounced on the helpless mammal, pressing its soft fur to her lips. Moments later the tiny animal was dead, and she was more satisfied then she had been in days. Stroking the gopher before putting it gently on the ground, she sighed, and turned back to the wall. Time to put her newfound stolen energy to use. Because that's what she did, really. Stole the energy of others in order to keep living. Daddy had a name for that kind of thing. Parasite. The old nickname still ran fresh through her mind, echoing in the recesses of her subconscious as she found a handhold, and pulled herself up. Looked like a window up there. It would take some time, but she could reach it. It didn't occur to her to circle the tower for an entrance.
So is there room in your suitcase for a female of the 5'6 variety?
I nominate Iskan-but seriously I might on accident I don't know who is who. Nominating Beuce, Hikaru, Kel, Luna, and Karina.
It was a courtyard. How she could tell wasn't really clear to her. There was no sky here, only the cavern ceiling to judge by. But they had entered a courtyard, and while some of the dopplers stayed to try and fight, most ran away. She could sense Aaron at her back, and it gave her a small amount of comfort, knowing she had an ally in this mess. She was wounded, she knew this too. It wasn't serious, just scratches. Her body's metabolism would take care of it once they were on the surface. It was towards the end of the fight she noticed they were getting tougher, better with a sword. These weren't just citizens, hiding away from the world and their curse. These were trained men and women, trying to protect something. It was safe to say there was a bigger city beyond these courtyard walls, but as the last doppler was cut down, falling dead at her feet, her intuition warned her it would not be safe to wander. Better that they should retreat, heal themselves, and come back better prepared. She motioned silently to Aaron, turning to bolt back through the door they had come. The mage stood in the way, damn him, and she decided that she would attempt to drag him through the doorway so that they could close the door. If he didn't want to come with, he would be shut out. If he did, then he would be in the same room as them, which was the apparent basement of an inn. Before the door shut, Veera did her best to cover the identity of the door. If they searched hard enough, they would find it, but a cursory glance wouldn't give anything up. She hoped the survivors wouldn't be able to identify where they came from, or all hope to use this entrance would be lost. "Coming?" She turned to Solomon, her blood stained hands on the door, ready to slam it shut and bar it from the other side. "I don't think anyone could be a waste of space." Tessa remarked, shoving the dirty dishes in the sink. She hesitated, wishing desperately to leave them behind but knowing they would still be waiting the next day. With a sigh, she pushed her sleeves up to her elbows and stuck her hands in the cold water, reaching for the sponge. "So what did Bryce offer you?" She said with a sigh, shoving the clean dishes into the other side. She would rinse them off tomorrow. At least they would be clean, and it would be easy work. "You're not the kind of person that does something free of charge. You want something, or he offered."
Satisfied, in more ways then one, Kala stepped back. The king's body, unmarked before, was now riddled with wounds. They were bleeding, slower then she would have liked, but it was hard to demand so much blood from a corpse. "Don't worry. I'm sure Flame is in very good hands." She smirked as she whispered to the winds. In spite of whatever might have occurred, she still respected the princess enough to call her by the name Flame wanted, not what her father wanted. Ah well, it wasn't her problem. Wiping the dagger on the king's jacket, she didn't spare him another glance as she turned and high tailed it out, quietly. Too many an assassin had been caught just when they thought they were safest, when the job was done. Further into the city she ran, keeping to shadows and alleyways. It was helpful that the city seemed to be mostly empty. How curious, and advantageous. Once she reached the wall, she hesitated. She was far enough away that no one could have caught her, but she also wanted to see how everything would play out. Decisions....With a sigh, she unhooked her gear and pressed the buttons, sending the hooks flying towards the top of the wall. The gas tanks propelled her up, where she landed with a soft sigh and a click of her boots. Safe.
He was approaching her. Perfect. Oh so perfect. She held back the smile, rearranging her face into one of concerned emotion. "I'm fine, my king. Flame is perfectly fine as well. She was worried about Drake, and sent me here to help you recapture him, only I arrived earlier then you had. I'm sure it was a miscalculation on my part." She lowered her eyes and bowed deferentially. "I've located him on the other side of the city, and getting Drake back will be no small feat. I'm sure with the others you've brought, it will be almost easy." She flicked her eyes upwards towards the wall where the king had come from. "How many did you bring?" When his eyes flicked back to the wall, she kicked a rock behind her, causing rustling noises. As if someone was approaching. "My king!" Kala darted towards him, pressing closer then decorum would have permitted to keep them both hidden in the shadows. They both hesitated, waiting for the imagined attacker. She waited a moment more, heart pounding in her ears before turning back to him, so close their breath mingled. So close. "Whisper in my ear, just in case." You old fool. Faster then lightning she struck, grabbing his wrists with her hands and digging her nails in. The drain was significant at the start, but it slowed as the king's body tried to protect itself from her attack. She grinned, sliding her tongue across her teeth in anticipation. "You lose." Like a snake she pressed her lips to his neck, right above his pulse. Her eyelids fluttered with delight as the energy from his body, from his own beating heart poured into her own like a river. She drank and drank, and even when she was sated, she still held him down, taking every last breath, every last beat from his heart until it was her own. It wasn't easy. He struggled, oh yes he did. It only made the victory all the sweeter. And in the final moment, when there was nothing left, and the light left his eyes, she felt a surge of adrenaline, of power that now coursed her veins. All temporary, of course. But at that moment, as she dropped the king's body to the ground and wiped her lips, she felt as though she could run a marathon, or kill a thousand titans. She could do anything. Even kill a king. She thought smugly as she looked down. And now, to cover it up. Kneeling beside the lifeless man, she pulled out her dagger, and got to work. It wouldn't do if they thought this was done by anything other then normal means.
Veera cringed, her breathing shallow. What was okay, again? She couldn't seem to remember a world where there wasn't pain, where it was okay. "Go." She whispered, unable to take her eyes off the weapon that still impaled her body. If anyone should get out, he should. He was their hope, like Flame. Their people needed him. Tessa bit her lip, sticking somewhat close to Gale as they scaled the wall. The city was huge. Like...huge. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the buildings, even destroyed, and trees, the clearings, the gardens. There was so much, and no one lived in trees. "I couldn't have even imagined something like this." She murmured, gripping her 3D maneuvering gear tightly in her hands. Her toes clenched in her boots, and she took a deep, though shaky breath before following the others. Zack rushed down the pathway, skidding to a halt just before Adelina could see him. He tried to brush his hair back, sighed, gave up and decided to just let the mess that was his blonde mop happen, and strode down the path, trying to be cool about it. It wasn't like it was his first date or anything. Or anything. He told himself, waving shyly to Adelina before planting himself in front of her and bowing, his ears turning red with slight embarrassment. "Hi." Smooth, really smooth. He told himself. Kala gripped her dagger, trying to hide the sudden rush of emotion. "Flame, my princess, here is my suggestion. You go ahead. I'll stay behind, and distract your father. Once you have Drake, send me a signal. A pop of smoke, if you can manage. You have the gun, yes?" She glanced towards the princess with a slight smile. "If you don't, here's mine." She offered the suddenly available flare gun; always be prepared. Whoever had taught her that deserved a medal. "I'll keep him busy until you get out, and then I'll rejoin you and we'll get Drake home together." Not waiting for the princess to respond, she darted off, around the corner, and away. She could sense the king's presence. It wasn't as tasty as Flame's, but it was still pretty in its own right. She pressed herself close to the wall, listening. He wasn't alone, of course he wasn't. But she could fix that. She pursed her lips, and whistled, low and soft. With his enhanced hearing, he should be able to hear it. It was an old lullaby, one that she had heard someone sing to Flame once. He should know it. Still whistling, she backed up into the dark shadows, towards the nearest house. No one would see her there, except for the king. And it was only him that she needed.
Tessa listened intently, frowning slightly as she twirled a piece of hair around her finger. "The son of a god...that's a hefty claim." She murmured. Powerless? From what she had seen he had a decent variety of abilities to get the job done. Granted he had gone down the last round, but which of them hadn't gone down or almost gone down? It was a little frightening, the intensity of their battles. She tried not to think about it, but death always followed their footsteps, each move in battle, promising to catch up to them one day. She hoped that day was far away. "So what do you hope to achieve, then?" She asked. "Some of us want knowledge, or power. But what do you want? Not what your master wants." Remy shrugged. "You're quick on your feet, right? I don't think it makes much difference if you wear it or I do. As long as the big boys keep falling and we keep moving, I think the coat will stay in one piece." Or so he hoped. He really hoped. "I'm Remy. Nice to meet you, Alexis. I hope we'll work well together as teammates." Unnoticed by all, and almost completely forgotten by everyone (even her creator), Kara slunk in a corner, watching, observing. She didn't like being out of water. She didn't want to be here. But here she was, for some reason or other. Why in god's name was she here? These people were talking about bosses and fights and desires; and she knew about desires, oh yes she did, but at the same time she really didn't see how any of their desires would work to her advantage. She would watch. And wait. And maybe drown them all. Because that didn't sound so bad right now.
Kala sat on a small dune...hill..whatever. She rubbed the dirt out of her eyes, leaving a smear across her cheek, and tilted her head up towards the sky. It had been twelve, maybe thirteen hours since she had last eaten. And she was hungry. Maybe thirsty was a little more accurate to the dry feeling in her throat and the empty pit in her stomach, but again; words. Words didn't really matter when you had no one to say them to. And right now, the air wasn't really the best conversation partner. Standing up and stretching, though there was no need to, she flipped over some sort of metal shiny....let's call it a thing, and slid down the small hill, jumping off to land neatly on her feet. Satisfied with having saved herself two minutes of extra work, she started walking towards the large shadow looming in the distance. It looked like an airship. Did she care? Not too much. She hadn't seen another person in quite a while. And if she did, it wouldn't go well. Nah, she just wanted to get in some shade. Maybe find some plants, a bird if she was lucky, and then....then she would try to find a gopher. Gophers were really good.
The man stopped, standing to the side of the cobblestone road as he removed his helmet, sighing with relief as the fresh air hit his face. While a helmet was good cover, and kept him from being recognized if things went terribly wrong, it was also stuffy, and hot. Sweat trickled down the side of his face as he considered the building in front of him. It looked...prestigious. Perhaps it was the type of place where he could regain his honor, or at least win back some part of his family's heart. His welcome home hadn't exactly been the warm reception he had dreamed of since he was younger, but then again he had known those were probably just dreams. Still, his mother had given him a small ray of hope that he might yet be forgiven, and welcomed back with open if not wary arms. Taking one last breath of fresh air, Bryce shoved the helmet back onto his head, careful to avoid smacking his ears with the plate metal, before reaching back to make sure his axe was still strapped to his back. Indeed it was, as if he could forget the weight of it. He liked to think he could, anyway. He stepped forward towards the manor, filled with trepidation and hope. Maybe this was the new beginning he needed. Kara watched from the shadows, one hand stroking one of the curved blades in her possession. The other was safely tucked away in her belt. She was reminded yet again that she really should acquire some scabbards for them, or cloth protectors, or something. If nothing else it would keep her from stabbing herself in her sleep. Or some innocent when she was running down the street. She watched a rather large man stopped, admiring the building. She supposed that people of all walks of life would be attracted to an Adventurer's Guild. Did that mean it was her place to go? No, of course not. She had made a point out of not being part of the herd throughout most of her adulthood. Point made and remembered, she watched as the largish man walked inside, into the unknown. She however, was fine right here, in the known. She leaned against the cool brick wall, one hand gently tracing the smooth metal of her weapon, as she watched and waited.
Teliana finished making the tea as a shiver ran up her spine. Strange. She shook it off and grabbed the cup, moving out of the house with nearly silent grace, a frown on her lips. "Here." she handed the vampire the cup, too preoccupied with her thoughts to gauge his reaction. "We have to share the cup. Unless you want it all. I can survive without. And if you don't like it then I'll just have it." What exactly was going on? Tessa shot a glance at Callum's retreating back, and stuck out her tongue in a most unladylike manner. "If you're not going to hang around I'm sure as hell not sending a courier for you." She muttered sullenly, closing her hands around the coin. Whatever. The extra she could drop off with some of the less fortunate dopplers. "I got this. You don't have to wait around, it's been a long day." Tessa turned to Seth as she grabbed up the abandoned mugs and glasses. "I've made my way home plenty of times before this, I don't think it'll be a problem." Bryce was half tempted to say no problem and let the guy be on his way, but something about him seemed familiar. Maybe it was just the gait of another veteran, but he put his hand on Raymond's shoulder. "Excuse me, ser. Were you perhaps from Temeria? Or Aedirnian? It's a terrible tragedy, what happened." Veera was half startled by Solomon's screaming, and by the movement behind the door. Without a second thought she reacted, stabbing her silver sword through the doorway and pivoting to rip it out before stabbing again. The young woman stared down at her victim, which convulsed once before falling limp. She dragged her sword free, revealing a young man, the sword steaming with the contact of his blood. Her medallion confirmed her suspicions. A doppler. Screams alerted her to the presence of others in the room. Her medallion was practically burning a hole in her skin as it thrummed. More of them. This mage had led her to a place that was filled to the brim with her natural prey. She didn't know how he had done it, or how he had known, if he had known, but she felt safe in not questioning him quite yet. "Don't. Go. Anywhere." She told Solomon, unsheathing her second sword and holding them both easily in her hands as the screaming continued in the background. "I'm going to have questions for you. Aaron, with me." She strode forward, blades flying and flickering in the lamplight, as the slaughter began. And if anyone tried to interfere, gods help them.
Teliana shrugged, bemused more then anything, and brushed off her skirts before heading towards the house. She rubbed her arms briskly to warm them as she entered the house, the door still hanging open by at least one hinge. Less of a fix when Zach woke up, she supposed. She absentmindedly put water on to boil as she wandered around the house, the space nearly as familiar to her as her own. Since becoming Zach's acquaintance, she had spent an absurd amount of time here, trying to find a fix for his...curse. She sniffed the tea leaves, and made a face. She had forgotten to get new ones on her way in. Well....if the vampire was going to be picky, then he would just have to deal with whatever she brought. And if he didn't like it, then she would drink it. She dropped the leaves into the, well...singularly passably clean cup that she could find. They would just have to share that too. It was fine with her, being that the dish was more of a bowl then a regular tea cup. She waited a minute more for the water to finish boiling, lost in her thoughts. Veera frowned, her hands more then a little twitchy. This strange man was just...stranger by the second, and she was unsettled by it. Veceslav had always taught her to trust her instincts, and then had further honed them so she would be ready for whatever monsters came her way. And more then most of those monsters came in the human form. "You've led us here, must we go further? I thought this was the place we could stay, but you want us to go onwards. What lies behind the door?" She asked Solomon, not bothering to hide her suspicions. The mage was strange, but he wasn't stupid. She crossed her arms and waited for his answer. Tessa took the man's payment with murmured thanks, counting the coins as her eyes grew bigger. She started to call out to him, protesting that it was way too much in return for the drink, but he was gone before she could get the words out. She had half a mind to chase him, after all the man had said he was short on cash, but surely he had known how much he had left? She stared down at the money, biting her lip in confliction as the desire to keep the extra coin warred with her morality to give the man back the over given amount. Bryce nearly stumbled into the man who was exiting the bar, and put a hand out to steady the other male, who appeared to be limping. "My apologies, sir." He kept his eyes hooded, examining Raymond with interest while feigning concern. Well, not really feigning. He was genuinely concerned the man might fall over, and would deign to help him up if he could. "I must have been distracted." He had been, truthfully. The concerns over Tessa, warring with his worry over Seth compounded into frustration that he couldn't seem to find Zack, and that he felt something was wrong, very wrong, he just couldn't figure out exactly what.
Name: Teliana Meran Age: 23 Gender: Female World of Origin: Vampiron Home worlds status: Destroyed like my childhood innocence. Affiliation: Neutral Keyblade Name: Teliana uses fire magic and a silver dagger as her weapon. She doesn't have a keyblade, but has heard of them. She traveled from her destroyed world using a dark portal her father shoved her into. After that she hitches rides on gummi ships with strangers. Character Appearance: Linkage Personality: Teliana doesn't really care about morals, she cares about functionality. If the weapon, plan or choice gets the job done, then she takes it. She has a lone wolf kind of attitude, and keeps to herself except when she needs something. She enjoys humor and a good time but these usually take the back burner to her number one goal, listed previously. Character bio: Teliana was raised by her father, her mother having passed away at a young age. She and her younger sister were trained to protect themselves from the monsters of their dark world in various ways, shapes and forms. When their world began to fall apart, Teliana was shoved into a portal by her father of unknown make and origin. She ended up in a world that was very unlike her own, and has struggled to survive ever since. She doesn't know if her father or sister survived, but has made it her mission to find them, by way of a keyblade, with which she has a somewhat unhealthy obsession. Name: Kala Meran Age: 25 Gender: Female World of Origin: Vampiron Home worlds status: Destroyed. Spoiler like that apple pie Affiliation: Dark Keyblade Name: Linkage Kala calls it "Edge". Character Appearance: More Linkage. Personality: Kala is the dark to her sister's light (well, neutral). She enjoys having power over others, and is a natural leader. Character bio: Kala is Teliana's older sister, and the heir to her father's kingdom. She grew up practicing to be a ruler to the country, and was old enough to remember their mother's death. Celebrated as the best monster hunter in their land, she felt helpless as her world was devoured by the darkness. Her father also managed to get her into a portal of darkness, but unlike her sister, she harnessed the darkness, and found herself a keyblade. Now she travels in between worlds, searching for the people she considers responsible for the demise of her previous life.
Remy waved off the lady's thanks. "Just don't get it burned or ripped or anything. Family heirloom. Yeah, that thing's been through a lot, but somehow I manage to always patch it back together again." He smiled fondly at the old jacket before coming back to his senses, so involved in the luminescent brown leather that he was. "Ah, yeah, my name is Remy." He didn't think his last name was important, nor was there any reason that it should be important here. "At your service." Tessa shrugged, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I wasn't really sucked, I just kind of walked in. Through some sort of fog, which was surrounding the outside. I guess I don't know if it is anymore. But yeah, just walked through the front door, met Ze Operator, and just been fighting with the Original Four ever since." Yes, she did just moniker the others of her group to save time, especially with the arrival of Poke mid level, and the newcomers now. Shane, Alexis, Ze Operator, and herself, Tessa, would be the Original Four. In her mind, anyway. "What about you?" She asked curiously.
