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Re: Circle of Ash [Open Event]

Post by WILDE JAGD » Tue Jul 17, 2018 8:17 pm

Trapped within the isolated cockpit of the deactivated ARMADA, Arin wasn't able to hear any of the sounds happening out. The only voice that reached him was Chevron's as the internal comms of the ARMADA activated. However even as he heard them, he remained inert giving no response nor indication that he had heard his friends voice. He couldn't find the strength to move, much less any will to reenter the fight. His chest was tight, every breath in the claustrophobic coffin was a struggle. For a brief moment, his mouth cracked open as he muttered a few words, far to faint for even his mic to pick up. I can't.

However while Arin couldn't hear what was happening around him, those back at the Shipyard witnessed all of it. Even with their only asset debilitated, there was still a few things that could do.

Gotthardt's first move was contacting Chevron to help clarify the situation. "Chevron, this is the director of the Shipyard. Driver 01's synchronicity rate has fallen well below operating levels. Further stress could result in his losing his usefulness as an asset. Due to this, he seems to have shut down the ARMADA of his own free will, however, this leaves him defenseless. We ask that you keep threat's distracted until we can either recover him, or the situation is put to rest."

That only left the matter of getting Arin out of the ARMADA. While under feet of steel and calcium carbonate would typically be one of the safest places to be, this was a different matter. The woman who was causing the Ashfall disaster was tampering with the ARMADA, and while the results of what she was doing were unclear the ARMADA did nothing to stop her. The collar easily winding around its throat.

While Gotthardt wasn't particularly well versed in the arcane, he knew enough to tell that wasn't a good sign. He wasn't a fan of relying on those outside of the organization, but it was clear Chevron would be tied up for a while. He would just have to hope that the white heroine was genuine in her attempts to help. Though at this point if they wanted to retrieve Arin they didn't have much of a choice.

The back of the ARMADA's neck opened up as the black box housing Arin slid out. While it was still closed, the lid was much easier to open then forcing apart the plates of the ARMADA. Even with the movement of the container, he was in Arin remained still, his eyes closing even tighter as he buried his head in his knees. Please go away.
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Re: Circle of Ash [Open Event]

Post by Mastermind » Tue Jul 17, 2018 9:32 pm


illirica wrote:
Tue Jul 17, 2018 2:02 pm

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Mastermind looked at the thug cocking his head for a moment, well that'd be no use, however the sound from a way away was grabbing his attention, the giant robot, along with quite a few people, seemed to be causing a ruckus elsewhere. He let a low rumble in his throat before his knife found its way back into his coat and he grabbed the tip of his hat backing off, "That'll have to do. But keep this in mind, I believe it is your doing that this is all happening. You and people just like you. You better hope to God I decide this person is on the wrong side." he said dropping off the back of the building, as he fell he vanished into a mist again, slipping through the buildings towards the group, he let up on the mist just to land right onto of a fire escape area, pulling himself up ant onto one of the buildings to look at everyone, it seemed they'd already gotten deep into the fight while he'd wasted his time with the criminals in discussion. Of course he'd have missed all the battle, what was he thinking stopping to talk. Should have just kept looking.

He could tell who everyone seemed to have their focus on, the woman drawing in the dirt. That must have been her then. The woman of magic, the woman with the sister. The one who wanted to fix it all. "Well then!" he said walking closer to the edge to see them all better and try to see who he could get to talk to him, "Don't suppose I could get an update on all this nonsense eh? Cause what I've seen so far is that this place has been due for a cleanup for years and it might have just been going on, so I can only assume there's some good reasons for the fighting. Innocents hurt? Certainly not a legal reason."


Not much of an introduction, he wasn't much of an imposing figure compared to these other people. He was only a man...well, admittedly he had a lot of advantages over normal men but here were people raising armies from the dead, a man in a suit, someone making craters, and, ah well, everyone here was dangerous. Mastermind kept on telling him about what each of them might be capable of, weaknesses, strengths, how to go about the situation. Psycho just wanted to get the blood pumping...through and out of the body. But he couldn't let that happen, not unless he knew who's side he was really on. In all honesty, he almost wanted to let her keep going with the creatures. On the other hand, if innocent people were going to be hurt in the process, he wasn't really sure about it.

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Re: Circle of Ash [Open Event]

Post by illirica » Fri Jul 20, 2018 1:16 am

"Innocent people have been hurt because of you" Myne said firmly, to all those who had leveled that accusation against her. "Without your interference, it all would have been controlled. Everything-"

She might have said more, but her speech was broken off in the middle by the angry shout of a man who probably wasn't listening anyway. His shout shook the skies, and his fist struck the ground. With it, a ripple went outward, shattering the ground in all directions. At the nearest outskirts of Ashfall City, buildings crumbled, walls that had been threatening to topple for a decade giving their final bow to inevitability and collapsing with the last hopes of the ruined city. At the perimeter, the chalklings that had been able to return with her recall blew into dust and shards of bone, scattered on the wind into the dusty sky.

The earth thrashed and quaked, the preservation of the aeons melding together in a coalescence that would provoke the boiling rage of every paleontologist across the world and into the future, that so much buried knowledge should have been crushed before it could be properly unearthed. At its surface, the grasses twisted and rippled with the earth beneath them, deposited into new homes, their roots lain bare.

And within the dust, the chalk trembled. It was melded to the earth, a project that had taken years of undertaking, standing up to the rains and the winds and the slight shiftings of the soil, always arighting itself. Yet no quake like this had threatened its connection. The storms that it had weathered had been on a scale far less oppressive than cosmic, and this attack ruptured the anchors that held it fast. The outer circle fell, in a blaze of rose-gold that brightened to ember, and the grasses beneath it caught flame, beginning nearest the hero's collision, and spreading soon the full circumference.

The ripple spread onward and outward, meeting one of the walls that Myne had erected. Like the one that the titan had challenged earlier, it resisted, but crashed beneath the onslaught with a silver sparkle like a breaking mirror, scattered to the horizons. Circles lay everywhere, around bare places in the earth where it was obvious that fossils had lain, and they too went up in blazes of fire. As they did so, the creatures that had been linked to them fell - those few that were still standing unrecalled within the city, collapsing into nothing but inert fossil.

Lines - straight lines, straight walls - around the center circle took the brunt of the last attack. They, too, collapsed into a shattering of silver, and Myne from within her inner circle watched them bring down a dream. She sighed, softly, and looked at the few creatures that had survived the attack. Herself. Her sister, lines of fire trailing up her arms and legs from the binding points. The fire tore at her throat, and she did not scream this time, though perhaps she may have wished she could. The golden coil, caught around the neck of a titan, leeching strength from its captive to survive the attack.

And rising above them all, in flaming glory, the chalkling dragon. Myne slipped another piece of chalk from a pocket, and drew its commands: The man who had caused such damage to her city, to her creation, to her sister - he could not live. She sent the dragon towards him, spewing the flames of the ruptured circle in a furious blaze.

Left-handed, she drew a sigil into the circle that bound the titan's line - a single command: Rise.

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Re: Circle of Ash [Open Event]

Post by LunaHawk » Sun Jul 22, 2018 5:47 pm

The White Guardian's attention was swiftly divided between three things occurring nearly at the same moment. A door opened in the back of the titan and a control pod, complete with pilot, slid out of the machine. The pilot was unconscious or in some sort of catatonic state and needed help. At virtually the same time the female was trying to reach out to her, then yelling at someone about it all being their fault. That someone prepared to do significant damage to everything around them with an ill-advised mega punch.

The White Guardian's pilot background clicked into place and she went into action, making decisions in the blink of an eye. She had precious little time to act, so when she did, it was at full speed. Her wings spread and she took off without warning, her feet leaving the ground so she'd not have to deal with the impending kinetic earthquake. She flew straight for the pod and reached it just as the first tremor exploded outward. In mid flight she collapsed the spear tip back into the staff and slid it into the sheath on her back. Her arms then wrapped around the pod as best they could and, with considerable effort, she lifted the pod and herself up above the ground. She was no Luna Hawk, her ability to fly was limited and holding something as heavy of the pod while flying was not exceptionally practical. All she needed to do though was not be on the ground.

When things settled she dropped back down and carefully set the pod on the ground. She folded her wings on her back in an all business approach and rounded on the other individuals present. Her staff came out, the spear tip snapped back to the top. She saw what the other idiots, and she classed them all that way now, obviously could not. There was a bloody town not far away and it was going to suffer greatly if they decided to unleash their powers right the hell here.


"I'm pretty sure that hatchling is powering everything, get her out of the circle and we can stop this fight before it wipes out the rest of the town. That idiot just destroyed any chance we had of getting out of this without an unnecessary fight. Maybe we can calm her down when the fighting is over and try to figure something out...but we just went from negotiations to declarations of war thanks to Captain Testosterone." She told the male who had just arrived and asked for an update.

The White Guardian turned her attention to the pod for a moment and satisfied herself with a quick scan that indicated the...another damn hatchling...was still alive. She put her hand on the pod for a moment and then left it there, walking straight to the inner circle, spear clutched in a bone breaking grip.

"If you can hear me pilot, I am the White Guardian, I'm communicating with you telepathically. Listen to my voice, listen to the calm serenity there and hang on to it. You have done well, but we need your help. Please say something to me, tell me what trauma has hit you." She hoped her telepathic communication might break through whatever mental trauma was influencing him. Her telepathic voice was calm, a picture of serenity and peaceful intent.

She traced her spear along the nearest inner circle wall, eye implants looking for any means of breaching the barrier without causing more damage while the tip of her spear sought to test its physical properties.

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Re: Circle of Ash [Open Event]

Post by Chevron » Mon Jul 23, 2018 5:07 am

As Chevron ripped his fist from the now cracked and broken earth he let the words from the shipyard burrow into his mind. He responded with only a single word, "Understood". With that one exclamation his ears fell deaf to the world around him. The childlike attempt to shift the blame didn't phase him nor did the words of those who failed to value the lives of human beings. It may have been true that in some way the number of innocent people that were hurt was partially the fault of those that got involved however, with their arrival many more lives were saved. Even as people criticized him Chevron knew that the human beings that lived inside of the city were safe on this day.

Now though, he had more important matters to attend to. That little girl needed to be saved, this whole scenario needed to be stopped, and who better to do it than a true hero. The rampaging flames let loose from broken magic moved like a hungry predator seeking out its pray. Flames dancing aggressively across the magic lines that held the remaining constructs and the child in place with what he could only assume was an intent to kill. His already solid resolve hardened and within his eye a fire began to burn brighter than a raging inferno.

The dragon barreled down above him, the girl's life was about to end, and the witch needed to be apprehended so that was what he would do. His body rocketed forwards spiraling through the air as his fist began to glow a brighter blue than it ever had before. The full might of the cosmic force stockpiling in his fist; straining his muscles to the point his very flesh began to tear. The raging heat of the dragons breath causing blisters to form and burst on the surface of his skin. It felt as if he were being cooked alive yet he would return the favor here and now as he let loose his own strike. "Solar..." The blue light of his hand raged on even brighter than like a beacon of hope whose rays penetrated the dragons fire. "...SYSTEM..." His arm rocketed upwards in the direction of the dragon as the stockpiled cosmic force erupted from his fist. "...COLLISION!" In a single move he would let loose a blow that rivaled the destructive power of an impacting meteor. The Cosmic Force containing the shock wave to force the brunt of it upwards. The bones within his arm snapped like twigs under a sturdy boot and his muscles themselves would snap like rubber bands stretched beyond their limit.
Still he wasn't done as his own flight carried him towards his ultimate goal. His good arm would look to wrap around the child's body and his flight would begin to push against the magic that held her in this devilish prison. Arin had already proven that with enough force it could be broken so he would do the same. Pushing against it he began to speak, his words looking to pierce the heavens. "Being a hero means....that as long as there are live in danger...as long as there are people to save...you won't stop protecting them....until you have nothing left..." He pushed even harder now straining his own body against the womans magic. "...and when you have nothing left....YOU...KEEP...PUSHING!!!" Through sheer willpower alone his destroyed arm moved just enough to unleash one last Mars Collision behind him as a booster that would hopefully be all he needed to break this girl from her chains and carry her to safety in his arms Image

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Re: Circle of Ash [Open Event]

Post by WILDE JAGD » Mon Jul 23, 2018 11:46 am

Arin
As the pod shook around him, even in Arin's nigh catatonic state, he couldn't ignore his surroundings. Sound began to leak into his isolated chamber as the battle continued to rage around him. Try as he might to shut it out, the situation refused to go away he felt his chest begin to tighten. Every breath felt like a struggle as if someone was pressing down on his chest with an immeasurable amount of force. The reality of what he'd done refusing to leave his mind, every part of him trying to focus on something else. Anything else but that scream. His apartment, the park, yet nothing could distract him. With every attempt to break free of the mental prison he felt as if the coffin he was in was shrinking. As if it was crushing the life out of him.

Yet within this pit of despair, something reached out to him. In started off faint, a whisper in the back of his mind. Soft enough that even in his current state, he could find no intention of harm. The illegible voice grew stronger, not louder, and not clearer, it simply started to grow. Like a single drop of warmth, it began to spread. He tentatively reached out to this presence, slowly letting it deeper into his mind. Unlike the restraint and mantic anger of the ARMADA, this presence was light and calm.

As he let this warmth envelop him he found it slightly easier to breathe. The sense of panic lowly fading as his mind found something else to latch on to. As the whispering swelled through more of his mind, he couldn't help but find it both familiar and foreign. Like something long lost returning back to him. The voice grew louder, as he slowly began to identify fragments of it. He couldn't piece together the words, but the familiar feeling became clearer. It was female... a woman, no a girl. The tone soft yet firm, caring, but so indescribably sad. Her words finally piercing the hazy veil, he heard the two words he'd been holding on to for so long.

"Promise me."

Arin's eyes flickered open, momentarily stunned by the streams of light flooding through the darkness of the pod. His head pulled away from his knees as he attempted to unfurl from the curled position he'd adopted. While his breath was still heavy, it was now... controlled. Raising a hand he placed it on the roof of the pod before the bioresponsive metal recognized the activation from its pilot. With barely a push the lid slid to the side, letting the light flow in. He briefly shielding his gaze before his eyes adjusted. In front of him, he saw a woman, one he'd never seen before. However before he could say anything to her, something else caught his eye. A gold and blue comet, and three thunderous words.

His words barely a whisper as he watched Chevron aim to strike the dragon. "No." Unable to do anything but look on in dismay as he feared that the hero had just doomed the girl.


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Compatibility and synchronicity were matters that to those outside of the Shipyard might have thought only related to the success of a driver. Yet it was much greater than that, it meant everything. While the employment of a teenager to pilot a weapon of mass destruction wasn't their first choice, it was their only one. For the ARMADA represented raw bestial wrath, the wild untamed rage of a creature birthed for what seemed like little more than destruction. Was it not for the presence or Arin the ARMADA wouldn't simply cease operating, it would do far worse.

Twice in the recorded history of the Shipyard was the ARMADA active without a Driver. The first was the unpiloted testing, in which the machine went on a rampage destructive enough to obliterate a block of the Shipyard in minutes. The second was after the death of the first Driver, after which the monster let loose untold destruction and evaded capture for nearly a week. After each time new systems were put in place to ensure nothing like it could happen again. Yet in Ashfall, when the situation seemed as if it could get no worse, the titan woke for the third time.

Myne had commanded the being to rise, and it did. It rose from the ground his jaw slack as its eyes shot around the ruined battlefield. It glanced at the woman who'd sought to bind it, and the boy they thought could wield it, and the being that had attacked it. Yet it made no moves, merely watching the elements in the battle. While the ARMADA's presence had once again entered the field, it's side had yet to be confirmed.
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Re: Circle of Ash [Open Event]

Post by illirica » Mon Jul 23, 2018 3:43 pm

It took four seconds to dismiss a line...
The man who had destroyed her spellwork and set the fields aflame looked around with a hard look in his eyes, seeking another target for his destruction. It landed, not on Myne, but on the dragon that hovered in the skies, flapping burning wings above it all. Without the titan opposing her, it should have been untouchable. He had no care for should have, though, and rose up into the sky.

Myne's thoughts shifted from words to actions as her gaze followed the man upward, a shocked gasp escaping her lips as she saw what was about to happen begin to unfold. She moved, quickly, to the line that surrounded her, and lay her chalk down across the line of the circle, holding it in place.

[align=right]Four.[/align][/b][/color]
The boy in the box opened his eyes, and looked up at the sky. He whispered a word, the word that so many were thinking: "No." A whisper, though, could stop nothing at all. The proclaimed hero took aim.

"Solar..."

It glowed, as he brought it to power, the light in his hands, brighter than the burning circles that scorched the earth. As bright as the dragon that hovered before him, burning glory into the sky. As the chalk lay across the line, it hesitated.

"Myne..."
Her little voice was but a shadow, and the word not quite spoken right, the last syllable dropped, gone. Mine, mine. She stood on small legs, hanging on to the side of the chair while her older sister scribbled in books, trying to forget that their parents were gone. That she had to be the responsible one. That she had to care for this thing, this child that she'd never asked for. Trying to study, because someone had to be able to do something for them, to build a future. Some sort of future. Any future. There weren't many available in Ashfall City. Myne turned to books, and hoped she found a better one.

"Myne! Myne!"

Exasperation fell with the pen. "What?"

Innocent eyes met hers, a mirror of her own. "I love you."

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"...SYSTEM..."

His hand seemed to flicker beneath the intensity of the light as it built itself up to an unthinkable immensity. The Titan, bound within its chain, looked on slack-jawed, but Myne couldn't write the words of control fast enough to stop him. It had taken time to make it rise - time, time, and more time. There was never enough time. At her side, her hand held the second piece of chalk, that she had used to command it. She could have written a word, but what word? What command could she give it?

In its command circle, she sketched no rune, but only a word. An echo of the word the boy had spoken, the word she couldn't say. Left-handed, it leaned against the circle, small and helpless, no direction at all, only a whisper against the maelstrom: No. Her hand trembled against the word, but the one on the chalk crossing the line held firm.

"Myne, can we make cupcakes?"
There wasn't time for cupcakes. Myne needed to work, to craft a protection charm. She didn't like the man who wanted it. Didn't like the way he looked at her. Didn't like the way he looked at her sister. Diara was a child. But he was willing to pay for good spellwork, and they needed the money. What little had been left from their parents, she'd managed to stretch out for five years, supplementing it with odd jobs when she could, but it was gone. It had been gone for a while, and she needed to work. Needed to work so that she could afford to protect herself. So that she could afford to protect her sister.
Diara never appreciated it, of course. She didn't even understand it, really. She wasn't... wasn't right. They said things, sometimes, about her 'retard sister'. Myne knew what they said. She'd heard all of it. She tried not to let Diara hear too much. She wasn't what they said. She was just... just different. Delayed. Different. There wasn't anything wrong with her.
But she wasn't right. "I can't," she said, softly, "I need to work."
Her sister greeted this with a sigh, and sat down cross-legged by Myne's chair. She wasn't quiet, she rarely was, but after a few moments, the random little sounds resolved into words. "Can I help you with your magic then?"
Myne glanced down. "Why?"
Blue-violet eyes met her own. "Because I want to help. Because I love you."

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"...COLLISION!"

The light erupted, upwards, impacting with the dragon in a blaze of red and gold, the power of the sun against the power of a spell. The blaze of the dragon mixed in with the light that collided with it, and a ball of dust erupted outward, powdery particles illuminated in stark afterimage for a moment before they were gone to eternity, and the blazing dragon with it.

"I'm going to be a superhero."
Myne met this cheerful declaration with a blank stare, and a cautious "Oh?"
"I want to help people. That's what superheroes do. They help people. They save people. They protect people who aren't able to protect themselves."
They didn't, though. It was too naive, this view of the world... and yet, Myne couldn't break it. Like so many times, she said nothing. It didn't matter, her sister continued on without her. "I'm just waiting for my powers to come in."
Myne smiled a little. Her sister didn't have a single bit of meta-ability, as far as she could tell. Not even Myne's own magic - she'd tried to teach Diara, but while her sister could anchor spells, she certainly couldn't cast them. She wasn't going to be a superhero, Myne didn't think. Not today, not any other day.
And yet, she believed so hard.
"Then you won't have to work all the time. And we can spend more time together."
"Hm. We'll have to see about that."
Diara leaned her head back against Myne's leg. "I'll be an awesome superhero," she said, "Then I can protect you sometimes, because you're my sister."
Myne stroked her hair, gently. "Okay, Diara. I love you, too."

In the dust, Myne found her voice: "No!!!"

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The chains blazed with destruction as the force of the sun impacted upon them, the backlash of the dragon's demise unleashed into the chains. The damage followed the lines laid out for it, and in the center of the circle it struck the one thing that bound all of this together: A single, unpowered girl.

Myne had written in protection - that was why she had not died, when the Titan had struck the dragon with its savage blade. She had bled, though, and when the outer circles had crumbled and caught flame, she had burned. Beneath the onslaught, the protection was not enough.

It was never, never enough.

In a heartbeat, there was a splattering. It couldn't even be called a strike - with so much force tearing through the child, there was... simply not much left. Blood. Gore. It burst outward, no longer even recognizeable as something that might have once been human, and much of what was there was blazed away as well, by sheer, unadulterated power. What little remained fell to the chalky soil, and soaked in to the dust.

The man screamed something self-righteous, and propelled himself towards the center of the circle, through the fires that danced across the earth. For what? There was nothing there to save.

He had already destroyed everything.
Zero.
The spellwork fell, erased. Myne's hand rested on the chalk, but there were no words left to write.

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Re: Circle of Ash [Open Event]

Post by LunaHawk » Mon Jul 23, 2018 5:38 pm

The White Guardian had calculated every possible trajectory...there had been no way to stop the golden idiot. When it happened she lowered her head for a moment and her fingers tightened in a raging death grip on her spear. Her spear hand trembled as the death of a hatchling at the hands of a knowing adult stoked an inherent, genetic fire. She took flight without warning and dropped down past the fire to land between Chevron and Myne. She kept her wings half unfurled on her back, her rage evident on her face, her effforts to control it evidenced by the tremor in her spear hand and along the spear itself.

It took her what felt like any eternity to find words...human words...that would translate any of her emotions."You epic shit fucker." She said in a tone that matched her body language. "We had this shit under control, she was going to talking, there was no reason for you to fly in and...punch everything. I know it might be difficult for you to process such a complicated idea, but talking would have ended this without... without....this." She gestured to the...remains.

"The only reason I'm not looking for ways to kill you right now is I'm pretty sure you were too fucking clouded by your own cocksucking superiority that it never occurred to you what might happen. All you had to do was hold back some of your strength, or, you know, wait to see what the rest of us were doing."

Rage gave way to disgust. She turned away from him and crouched down among the grotesque remains, searching visually for anything she might give to Myne to remember her sister by, a token, something. He no longer mattered, she was done with him and just now, pretty close to done with everyone around her.

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Post by Chevron » Mon Jul 23, 2018 6:58 pm

There it was, his eyes looking over the remains of a...a child. Killed by his own lack of speed, his own inability to be the true symbol of peace he strived to be. His hands lightly brushed against what remained of an arm as he whispered under his breath a message he hoped would reach her in the beyond..."I'm sorry, I wasn't fast enough...". Like a light rain a single tear fell from his eye, rolled down his face, and plummeted onto the girls arm. He wanted to desperately to shed more, to cry more for the loss of such an innocent life, and he would later. Now though people still needed him, the one who did this. The one who put her in this position and stood at a point where she could put others in the same place needed to be stopped. Her actions needed to be ended here and now.

His head rose slowly, the fires of determination that raged in his eyes began to burn white hot. There was one who cast accusations towards him yet they simply fell on deaf ears. Everything she said, every false accusation she made, all of it would be met with a single word. "Move" With that he would stride forwards, his one good hand beginning to glow a faint blue. "You...." he extended a single finger towards Myne that carried with it all of his fury. A single word that could've driven fear into the hearts of even the toughest men was all he needed to convey every feeling he felt.

The ground beneath his feet cracked as he appeared to vanish, his movements carrying him around the landscape, and placing him behind her. His leg would rocket outwards with kick that carried with it all of his momentum careening straight for the girls leg. At the same time his good hand would rocket out to take hold of her neck, lift her up, and slam her into the ground with enough force to knock a human unconscious rather than kill them.

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Re: Circle of Ash [Open Event]

Post by WILDE JAGD » Mon Jul 23, 2018 8:12 pm


Please no more.

Arin knew what was going to happen, yet try as he might to avert his gaze his eyes fell upon the girl at her last moment. Right before the impact, before his heart felt like it had stopped. He watched as she was torn apart, unable to do a thing but stare at the grisly scene. His mouth opened before closing weakly, no words able to describe this.

Please no more

Tears began to flow as he shut his eyes to stare at the ground. He had been the only one who knew, yet he'd run away, he'd tried to hide from it all. Too scared to do anything he'd thought if he'd ignored the fight it would be better. Yet there was no justification, had he been there he couldn't have warned the hero. He could have restrained the dragon. She didn't have to die. His tear stain face looked up one last time to the battlefield, watching as Chevron turned to the woman. He saw her as the point of blame, that was fair, she'd been the source of it all. Yet even though his blurred vision, he could see her look of absolute sorrow. Perhaps the in chaos the heroes had forgotten, she had lost the most.

Please no-

RRROOOAAARRR

A bone-rattling yell burst from the ARMADA as it's RATO thruster kicked into full gear. Whether it was Myne's command and despair that drove it, or the desire for peace from its pilot or shear animalistic wrath it sped towards Myne and Chevron. Halting before the momentum of its dash hit either of them its hands slowed down and in what could only be described as gently surrounded the woman. It formed a shell around her at the last possible moment, protecting her from Chevron's attack and using the DKD to deflect the force instead.
Wilde Jagd
ODIN
A sinner without a past
The Vessel
A machine without a home

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